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Special edition! The Narcissus Killer strikes again!

Special edition! Special edition!

Give me Scotland Yard.

Hello ? Hello ?

THE YELLOW NARCISSUS PLOT SCOTLAND YARD

Your attention, please!

Arrival of Global Airways Flight 246 from Hong Kong.

- Would you like me to open it, Mr Tarling? - Yes, please.

We immediately blocked everything

as soon as we received your telegram from Hong Kong.

- GOOD. Who else knows? - No one outside this room.

- And they are all addressed to Lyne? - Lyne and Co, Chinese imports, London.

- Heroin! - You were right, Mr Tarling.

- When did these boxes arrive? - Three days ago from Hong Kong.

In express parcel. And no one Did Lyne come to claim them?

- No. - Keep everything under lock and key.

Who is there?

-Smith! Mr Tarling's car is there. - I'm coming.

Mr Tarling arrives...

- See you soon. And thanks for the car. - I didn't call a car.

- YOU ? -Smith!

Did something fall?

-Lingchu! What are you doing here? - I have come to greet a senior official,

who is also a friend. In other words, duty and pleasure combine.

- What's going on here? - Something went up in smoke.

Lyne and Co, Chinese import-export.

- Hello. - Good morning.

- These daffodils don't smell anything. Can I? - You don't like them?

- So now they're real? - Who would want to import imitations?

- Mr Tarling, I'm just employed here. - But not for a long time, right?

Question of point of view.

Apparently a lot of things have changed here since the old man died.

For example this room.

- And probably also the atmosphere. - Can I ask you what you mean?

In other words, I was talking about Ray.

He can't have changed so suddenly, right?

As I said, I'm just an employee here.

- Can I do anything else for you? - Yes. Tell me what your name is.

Anne Rider. Will that be all?

No. Something else...

Do you know this?

"For Min Ho, Hong Kong. Urgent request repeat order artificial flowers,

shipping by Global Airways. Repeat: urgent! Lyne, London.”

- Yes, I saw it. - The cargo has been there for three days.

If it was so urgent, why nothing? been done to recover them?

To recover what?

Daffodils, Mr Lyne.

- Who sent this? - I don't know.

Check with Mr Milburgh.

My dear Tarling! You should have tell me that you are coming to England!

I would have organized a big reception to welcome you.

I had one. With fireworks.

Ah good ?

Come in!

-Tarling. - How are you, Milburgh?

I didn't send that. There is no no copy in correspondence.

- How do you know? - It's part of my job to know.

- But Miss Rider remembered it. - Then she must have made a mistake.

- The post office too? - Is it so important?

- It's possible. - Baker might know something.

- Baker didn't come this morning. -Who is Baker?

My office manager. Let him come see me as soon as he arrives.

Yes ?

- A call for Mr Tarling. - This is for you, Tarling.

THANKS. Yes ?

Mr Tarling, a gentleman wants to speak to you. His name is Ling Chu. I'll pass it on to you.

-Anne, what are you looking for? - The telegram.

- This telegram never existed. - But he was there.

Anne!

I'll come back.

If you learn something regarding this telegram,

in this case call me at the Brunswick Hotel.

- Maisie, call Mr Baker at his house. - I already tried. No response.

Try again, Maisie.

There is an old Chinese proverb that says “no shipwreck without wreck.”

- Old ? You just made it up. - Of course.

The main occupation of the Chinese is to invent old proverbs.

- Do you know who it is? - No, but I know who it was.

- Baker, office manager at Lyne. - Someone is afraid.

- There is another Chinese proverb... - Yes, but keep it for Scotland Yard,

they like to have fun too from time to time.

Let's get down to business, Tarling.

You would like to examine the file from the Killer to the Narcissus. For what ?

Ling Chu belongs to my office narcotics in Hong Kong.

He thinks he has a lead.

And why not have any never informed the police?

Speech is silver, silence is gold, Sir Archibald.

Sir, when we are confronted a drug case

where the sums are counted in millions...

- ...even the police can be bribed. - In Hong Kong perhaps,

- ...but not in London. I dare to hope. - An old Chinese proverb says:

“Hope is the reward for innocence. Suspicion is the punishment of experience."

We won't go far with your double Chinese game, Ling.

Would Sir Archibald prefer a more contemporary formulation?

- Better to stay focused. - Yes, and the problem is that...

all these girls were killed after speaking to Ling Chu.

- Do you know Chief Inspector Whiteside? - Whiteside?

- No. For what ? - He's working on this case.

Go talk to him. You will find it at the Cosmos Club.

Why the Cosmos Club, if I may?

Because it's there that all these girls were working.

And every girl was there the evening of his death.

This way, Inspector. Miss Gloria is currently rehearsing his new number.

- Hands off, Trudy! - I wanted to change your flowers.

- Take care of what concerns you. - But it's my job.

- Should I keep them or throw them away? - Neither.

- So what should I do? - You ask too many questions.

- Are you looking for someone? - Yes, Inspector Whiteside. Is he here?

- Yes, next door. - THANKS.

Yes, she was here.

Alone ?

- A girl like her is never alone. - In that case, who was she with?

I told you, I don't remember it. Why are you asking me?

- Do you know him? - For what ?

- Go and wait in your dressing room. - For what ? I told you what I knew.

Do what he says, my darling, no point messing with them.

- Yes ? -Jack Tarling,

Global Airways security services. The commissioner is sending me to see you.

- For what ? - We will work together on the case.

I see.

- Hello? - It's me, Putek. Tarling is there.

- Who is that? -Tarling! He's at the club...

and he speaks with Inspector Whiteside. I thought it was important to you.

- Trudy, where are... - Katya! What are you doing here?

- The police are here! - The police?

- And that's all? - Isn't that enough?

One: heroin in narcissus stems. Two: Ling Chu questions the girls.

And three: daffodils on corpses.

Why your Chinese is not coming tell me all that, if he knows so much?

I'm sorry. Ling Chu is talented, but he works in his own way.

How is that, in his own way?

Here we are in England, we are not in Hong Kong.

And I maintain that the culprit is a deranged sex maniac!

But why?

One: three girls who look like models, That means sex!

Two: three girls killed with the same knife, That means murder!

Three: three bodies with daffodils, This is madness!

You told me your Ling Chu is on the trace of a gang of drug traffickers.

Obviously he spoke more than a hundred girls!

All of the same kind, who are running to their doom.

Very good. Let's assume there is a connection.

- What do you expect from me? - Keep me informed.

- I will do the same with you. - Is it really essential?

Pardon ! If I shoot something from Lyne, I'll let you know.

Tarling...

I know, it's going to be difficult, huh?

Close all exits! No one comes out!

- Excuse me ! - Who are you?

- Trudy Mahler. I work here. - What happened?

The cat knocked over the vase. It gave me a shock!

A shock? Follow me. I have to talk to you.

- What ? - Of murder.

We have an old proverb: the English brought three benefits to China.

Irish gin, Scottish whisky, and English tailors.

- Did someone come out this way? - I don't know. I was in Putek's office.

- Where did I find this? - Is this what you were looking for?

No. I was looking for a girl's address whose name is Katja.

Oh... Her?

- Yes. Is she dead? - It was a close call.

Oh, I ask you...Hello, Tarling! Clearly, you are everywhere!

Good morning.

- Do you buy all your stuff here? - Oh, only when needed.

- Poor Baker. Have you learned? - Yes.

Well we'll never know for the telegram, eh?

Tarling, come see me. You are always welcome.

- That's very kind. - Gentlemen!

Anne?

What do you have? Do you still think of poor Baker?

Telephone, Mr Lyne.

My friends call me Ray, Anne. Would you like us to have dinner together?

- I'm sorry, I have an appointment. - So tomorrow?

Should I answer, Mr Lyne?

Anne, you have no heart, while it's the most beautiful spring!

- He doesn't pick up. - It's not serious. I know the way.

Mr Tarling, please! You cannot enter without an appointment!

- Oh ! - What do you want ?

Didn't you tell me that I was always welcome?

- Can I dispose of it? - For the moment, yes.

One second, Miss Rider. Do you have found out who sent the telegram?

That will be all!

Tarling, we have already told you that Rider was wrong.

She never saw the telegram.

Why did Tarling come back?

He is still looking for this telegram.

He doesn't believe that Baker sent it?

Oliver... Why did Baker commit suicide?

I...I don't know.

And why is this telegram so important?

It seems clear to me, Baker was involved � a drug story.

Using reputation of the company as a cover.

Has your company always this good reputation?

- Yes ? - Charles sent for Mr Keene.

Let him wait. Where are you going?

- I need to speak to Miss Rider. - It's completely useless.

Tarling, come, come! Sit down. I want...

- ...introduce Peter Keene. - Peter Keene, who is this?

His father commanded my squadron during the Second World War.

But he was shot down, and since then I've been taking care of Peter.

But he keeps bad company, it went wrong. Debts,

- ...bad checks, black market... - Charming!

Yes yes. The poor guy. He was never good for anything.

- Not even a good criminal. - Like who, for example?

Bring in Mr. Keene.

All his father's friends slammed the door in his face,

everyone except me.

-Hey, Ray. - Hello, Peter.

If I ever get off a train and your car is not waiting for me,

- ...I know what that means. - You talk too much, Peter.

You're embarrassing Mr Tarling. Mr Tarling is a friend of the company,

who thinks my father is a saint and me a monster.

Have you ever had a dilemma? The kind that leads straight into the wall?

- This is where you recognize your true friends. - You look in good shape! And this vacation?

I sent Peter to rest, after hard work.

- He means forced labor. - I'm sorry.

No one asked for your sympathy.

It's all my damn fault if they caught me.

- I'm leaving, Mr Lyne. Bye. - See you tomorrow. Bye.

- Who is this pretty doll? - Not for you.

Are you running after him? So of course, entry prohibited for everyone.

You're embarrassing Mr Tarling again, Peter.

The girls think they are in seventh heaven when he's around.

Peter, would you like to become a waiter at the Cosmos Club?

- Oliver, who is this Peter Keene? - One of Lyne's hunting dogs.

- Another one? - Yes, but without a leash, this one.

- It's almost worse. - Anne, would you have upset Lyne?

He wanted to go out with me. I told him that I already had an appointment.

- Really ? - No.

- Yes, with me. - See you later.

- Katya? - Who are you?

Knowing yourself is the unattainable goal of all wisdom.

What is this gibberish?

An ancient Chinese proverb which I have just composed.

Get out, Confucius!

For Katja! I think she'll need it.

- You know something about that, you son of a bitch! - Among all the ancestors of my ancestors...

- Misery, you filthy thug! - Where is she?

- To the Cosmos - Stupid as a goose.

- Doesn't she know that... - Yes! But she needs the goods.

And where else would she get it?

I know it's not much, Peter, but there is work to be done.

Take Mr. Keene to the Cosmos Club. Peter, would you like to do something for me?

- Naturally. What do you want? - Pick up my watch from Heilbronn, okay?

He said she would be ready. You will give it to me this evening.

- Will you also have to pay for it? - It's for you.

Don't bother giving me any money, Ray. You have already done so much for me.

- You can ask me anything! - You are an angel.

Take it anyway. For the costs.

What amuses you?

You still think my father inherited of the monopoly of Christian charity?

Above all, I believe that if your father was looking work for someone coming out of prison,

- ...it certainly wouldn't be at the Cosmos Club. - For what ? It is a respectable establishment.

- And the boss is a friend of mine. - Oh...

Maybe he has information on the telegram?

Why don't you ask him?

- Mr Putek is waiting for you in his office. - THANKS.

I was told you had a key who can open the slot machines.

- How many do you want? - It's not within your means.

- It's a good thing you're here! - Why all this fuss?

- We have to go. - Yes, as soon as we have money.

No, right away! This morning someone tried to kill me.

What ?

But, Trudy, what are we going to do? without money?

Putek is going to cough up a piece.

Charles, darling, speaks to Putek.

- No, I don't want to be involved in that. - Does he scare you?

Anything. I don't want to soak in these schemes.

- Do you want me to talk to him? - Trudy, don't talk stupid things!

Don't go near Putek.

And if you think you know something, forget!

- Max, where is Gloria? - Not yet.

- I need to talk to him. - Katja, disappear.

Max? A whiskey.

Yes.

I have already said that there was a setback. Your friends will have to wait!

- Ah, my friends... I need it for myself! - Then go look elsewhere.

- You won't get anything here. - I don't think so.

The police won't believe you either after I went there.

I don't advise you to try it, Katja. And now get out of here!

Gloria, for the love of God, just a pinch!

You want me to go get Putek so that he throws you out?

- Do you know Max, my bartender? - Yes, I owe him 10 pounds.

Peter, I only employ you to be of service to Mr Lyne.

- No tricks! - Don't worry, if Ray vouches,

you can rest assured. But... you should take this.

- What is this ? - The key to the gates of paradise.

I have already been offered a lot of money for that.

Charles!

I asked you not to visit to my employees during their service.

I'm terribly sorry, Mr Putek! This won't happen again.

I'm really sorry, Mr Putek.

What's his problem?

Hello ? Ling, where are you?

I found the girl with golden hair.

- Were you able to speak to him? - No.

- Well, what now? - Now, I ordered a Chop-suey.

- You will talk to him. I see her later. - Hopefully in a safe place.

The safest place for a grain sand, it's the beach,

- ...says an old Chinese proverb. - Ling, where?

As long as the British Empire survives, the safest place in the world...

Piccadilly Circus.

The safest place in the world.

Thanks very much.

The police doctor confirms that she was a drug addict.

It's always the same thing!

We start by seducing a girl with heroin

until she is ready to sell the goods.

When stocks decrease, girls become dangerous...

Are you convinced now, Whiteside?

On the grounds, yes. But I work still on a murder case.

If Mr Tarling should again meet a victim,

it would be preferable to inform me in advance.

I can only inform you when I know something myself.

What seems to be the prerogative of this Mr. Ling Chu.

- Besides, where is this character? - No idea, sir.

He was in a restaurant where we could see the murder perfectly.

- You are completely on the wrong track. - Maybe.

But let a man work for you does not make him incorruptible.

The secret services of an airline are the perfect cover for traffickers.

- No doubt. But not for him. - Or for a cunning murderer.

I will speak to this Mr. Ling. Send him to me as soon as he shows up.

- Anything else? - Yes, sir.

- Someone should take care of this Trudy. - Who ?

Trudy Mahler. She is a waitress at the club, and she's afraid of something.

-And sooner or later she will speak. - Then she will need our protection.

Thank you, Mr Tarling. I already took care of it.

- I'm leaving you, Mr Putek. - We will miss you, Trudy.

The police asked me questions. I haven't said anything yet. For now!

- Do you know something? - I could talk about some daffodils.

I believe this should have some value to you.

Think about it, but not for too long. Tomorrow it may already be too late.

- What did she want? - Say goodbye, she is leaving us.

- Wasn't she a friend of Katja's? - I don't know. For what ?

For nothing...

- So, where are we going? - Who are you?

- Police ! - I'm going home. A problem?

I'll take you back. Where do you live?

At 114 Victoria Road.

It's good. Put the lock on. I will stay nearby.

- But why are you doing all this? - Orders, Mademoiselle. I can ?

You are welcome.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, Miss Gloria!

I never hid in the woods.

When I was little, I discovered something.

When a man sees me, he immediately thinks of love...

because I am 100% natural.

When men try, as long as often enough,

to seduce me with diamonds and minks,

I know it's just for my face...

because I am 100% natural.

When someone comes which I like,

I am humble and very small.

So I do not wish nothing else in the world

let him be just a millionaire.

I am a girl as pure as snow...

Where is the high-flying man?

He who is looking for a wife with a heart and culture...

because I am 100% natural.

People say that I am not behaving well,

but people, They are just liars.

A simple glance is enough, Ladies and gentlemen, to be sure,

I am 100% natural.

Who knows, the day will come maybe also for me

where I will meet one which I really like.

I will tell him: come, don't be stubborn...

because I am 100% natural.

Oliver, what's wrong with you?

- Tarling is here. - So what?

I told you you should throw it all away.

Still happy that the police Didn't find this in your pockets.

- Ray, I need it! - You won't get any in prison.

- You've had enough to drink. - Ray, I'm empty.

Nothing can happen to you that you keep your cool.

But how? The police spent all the day here, and Tarling asks questions.

- Who did he talk to? - to everyone here.

- Me and Putek and Peter Keene. -Peter Keene?

What can he get out of it? How to play slot machines...

- ...without ever losing? - Don't talk like that about Peter!

He's a thug but he loves you. Does that mean nothing to you?

- There are a lot of people who love me, huh? - Yes, but only God knows why.

Who else did Tarling interview?

He was especially interested 'Milburgh and the girl.

Anne?

Honey, leave her alone!

Can I?

- Yes, with pleasure. - THANKS.

Peter, hands off!

Ah, Ray, you don't have to worry. You know, for what I promised you...

I even gave the key to Putek.

- Good day sir. - Good evening.

- Anne? - Yes ?

This morning you still remembered of the telegram. Who sent it?

- It wasn't Baker, was it? - I don't know. I was wrong.

- I've never seen him. - Oh, Anne...

And who asked you to say that? Was it Lyne? Or Milburgh?

Why are you so keen to find a lost telegram?

Why does anyone care so much to hide it?

The telegram was sent openly as a commercial transaction.

And you saw it, Anne. Then, something happened in Hong Kong...

and the telegram became explosive. The copy has disappeared from the files.

- Who was it, Anne? - I don't know.

It was handwritten. Whose writing was this?

Anne, try to remember!

I had hoped for a dance, Mr Tarling.

Apparently it became an interrogation.

Milburgh had to return to the office, an urgent call from Hong Kong.

He asked me to excuse him and represent it here.

- THANKS. Thanks for the dance, Mr Tarling. - Do you want to dance?

THANKS.

- Do you want to dance? - No.

-And why do you have to put up with this? - Oh, leave me alone.

Can I come in just for a moment?

- No. Certainly not. - As you wish.

- Good night, Ann. - Good night.

- A problem? - Nothing, sir.

So stop that little satisfied smile! I'm going to walk. Come pick me up tomorrow.

Very good, sir. Good night, Sir.

- Who is there? - Police.

There is a gentleman who claims Be your husband.

- Charles, is that you? - Who else do you want?

Come in, my darling. I wasn't expecting it this evening.

Rider tipped off the boss. What are you doing ?

- Like I told you, we have to leave. - Without money?

What do you mean, without money? I spoke to Putek.

What ? Have you gone crazy? I told you to give up!

The wise man carries a weapon.

- Only the madman pulls the trigger. - Lin! How did you get in?

Ling laughs at the locks. My family's motto.

The black coffee carrier comes with dark news to the recipient.

- Please, not as soon as you wake up. - Should I tell you the truth?

- Yes, I prefer. - They got Trudy.

What ? But she was under police protection.

Unfortunately, no one was there to protect the police.

Even I arrived too late.

But first, what were you doing there?

Too many people were walking around in the streets today.

- Who, for example? - Putek, Lyne, Milburgh.

And could it be one of the three?

That's the whole point, my friend.

Putek is worried, Milburgh is afraid, Lyne is angry.

The facts, Ling, just the facts.

GOOD. Trudy had become dangerous for Putek.

Putek had become dangerous for Lyne.

And both of them represented a danger to Milburgh.

- Can you be a little clearer? - Milburgh led me to Katja.

One evening at the club, she felt unwell.

To be of service to him... Milburgh took her home.

A little thin, this story. No ?

- Almost thin enough to be credible. - A plausible story.

- Do you have any others? - Yes. Lyne wanted to attack Miss Rider.

But it didn't even reach the surface repair. I borrowed my analogy...

- ... football. - Very spiritual.

- Would you like to see me, Sir? - Have you read the newspapers this morning?

Should I resign?

What would you say if I confided Does the business belong to someone else?

If you think that another could do better.

- Ling Chu was here just now. - And he solved everything?

No.

But he gave me more information than I never had any from my own men.

It was Tarling who first asked our help. Now it seems

that he is the one who helps us the most.

I want to know what are your intentions, Whiteside.

You will immediately speak �Sir Archibald!

I can't continue to make excuses for yourself!

I spoke to him earlier. He was very understanding.

Nothing surprising.

Whiteside's proven methods had little success.

And where are you going now?

Even the opponent of the methods of the old school needs sleep.

When you see Whiteside, tell him to keep an eye on Lyne's car.

- For what ? - The assassin was driving her when he left.

Nice car, Mr Lyne. Where was she this morning?

in its usual place. In front of my apartment

And how did she get there, Mr Lyne?

- My driver parked it there. - Your driver was dead.

It never occurred to you that he could have parked it there before dying?

The neighbors are very curious, Mr Lyne.

Charles was visiting his girlfriend almost every night

and left the car in front of his door.

Just like last night. Isn't it highly improbable

that he leaves his studio, bring your car back...

and he comes back just in time to get killed?

If there is another explanation, I hope you find it.

- Ah, Whiteside! He had recovered his car. - He didn't miss her at all.

The car was at his door this morning.

- He could have driven it himself. - Yes, it's possible, but how to prove it?

And Milburgh?

He bites his nails and complains that the police are harassing him,

but not the beginning of a bad answer.

If I don't get anything more out of Putek, I'm packing my bags.

Whiteside, wait another 24 hours.

- Is that long enough for a miracle? - Maybe quite long...

- ...to refresh Miss Rider's memory. - She didn't show up this morning.

- What does that mean? - I don't know.

One moment, please!

- Where is Anne? - Miss Rider no longer works with us.

- Why is that? - Ask Mr Lyne.

- Where is Mr Lyne? - He just left. At his place, I think.

These workers are so careless.

There could have been an accident, right?

What are you doing here?

I had to drop something off to the little one.

What were you depositing?

She lost her glass slipper during the dance last night.

Ah... And you are her prince who returns to him?

- Yes, but she's not here. - Let's go check together.

Don't blame me, Ray. I'm really sorry.

It's just bad luck if I'm came face to face with Tarling.

That, I don't care. But suddenly, the doll saved her butt.

- What are you doing here? - I work there. Do you remember?

I am the honest Peter Keene. Or does the bar remain closed?

out of respect for the deceased?

Oh, shut up! Get rid of that!

- Calm down, Gloria. - Pour me a drink.

- The bar is closed. - Come on, you idiot!

Understood, but just one.

What are you doing there?

I'm trying to understand why you have been fired.

Probably because my job did not bring satisfaction.

During or after office hours?

You sincerely find That's an elegant question?

Excuse me, but I doubt

that Lyne appreciates being smacked the door in his face.

So that must be the explanation.

Possible... Or maybe you have took 500€ from the cash register?

I beg your pardon ? Is this what we suggested to you?

Not to me, but to the police.

The police?

They searched here with a warrant. Good job, but...

they didn't find this.

500 pounds in your laundry. Was it Milburgh who put them there?

No.

Why are you so sure?

- He is your lover? - No !

But he was here last night, after Lyne's departure.

He could easily have hide the money.

No, he didn't stay only a few minutes.

You mean it's you who stole this money?

- What do you think? - What do I think?

For example it's Peter Keene who left this rotten egg.

-Peter Keene? Why then? - Because Lyne told him to.

- Lyne didn't need that to send me away. - Certainly.

Or you think that all this is because I didn't let myself be seduced?

And why not?

- He wanted to compromise you. - Compromise myself? But why?

Convicted of theft, your testimony would have had little value in court.

My testimony? About what?

About who sent it the telegram. Anne!

- It was Lyne himself, wasn't it? - My God, this telegram story again!

So you don't think about anything other than that ridiculous order of plastic flowers?

No! These common flowers were an order of heroin,

for an amount of more than 200,000 pounds!

What is he doing here?

He is looking for Putek.

Get me a double. Come on !

- What can I do for you ? - Only death, Mr Putek,

can overcome the chatter of the fool. An old Chinese proverb

which is no longer valid nowadays.

Let's listen to the chatter of two fools

who joined their ancestors last night.

- What are we going to do without money? - Putek is going to cough up a piece.

- But that doesn't prove what you think! - Mr Putek,

in this country, an audio recording is perhaps not proof.

But the police are still very happy to listen to it.

And the fear of blackmail constitutes a good motive for murder.

Mr Putek, please, don't run away.

After you, Mr Putek.

- What are you doing? - I'll help you leave town.

Can I at least ask you why?

Lyne probably heard everything by Peter Keene, and by the police.

So what? He fired me. What more can he do to me?

Nothing, except that you are too close to him.

But he has a criminal instinct.

He knows he has no other way to save his head!

- You mean... - Murder! That's what I mean.

Ray Lyne? I can't believe it.

Anne, pack your suitcase.

By the way,

Does Lyne know where your mother lives?

No. And you ?

- You had a letter from her. - You have unpleasant manners.

The end justifies the means.

You will stay with your mother this evening.

Tomorrow I will find you another place.

- But, darling, I need to talk to you. - You're drunk, Gloria.

- Of course yes, what do you think? - Go home.

- Will you come see me? - I will do my best.

You have to! I can't take it anymore. The police spent half the day here.

- And Putek left with the Chinese. - What? Where?

How would I know?

Stay indoors. And don't speak To no one but your mother.

And don't answer the phone. If anyone asks you,

in this case your mother doesn't know where you are.

I will come see you tomorrow whatever happens. Heard ?

Yes, it's good.

Take care of yourself, Anne.

They were very touching farewells.

Ray, do you want to leave already? I know you want to get rid of me.

You only have eyes for this little goose at your office.

What are you doing ?

A simple warning to teach you to choose your friends better in the future...

like Putek.

No ! No !

No ! No, no!

No ! No !

Hello, I received your message.

And you still don't have given your resignation?

We had to wait 24 hours, right?

- Have you found Miss Rider? - Yes. She is in good hands.

- Are you sure this is the best solution? - Unfortunately yes.

- Oliver, is this true? - What ?

What Jack Tarling says. That Lyne...

Can you try my number again?

- That he deals drugs. - I... I don't know.

- Still no response. - Let it ring longer.

What if he didn't believe me?

He will believe you! He is convinced to be a great heartthrob.

- Hello ? -Ray? It's Anne.

I tried to contact you all evening, Ray.

- But I couldn't get rid of Tarling. - You are a reasonable young girl, Anne.

Let's meet at 10 a.m. at the Phantasie-Bar.

I have other things to take care of first. see you later.

What would you do in my place?

I would arrest Lyne.

For having fired a secretary Who refused his advances?

After all, he tried to have her accused.

Try to explain that to the court. I'm a policeman, Tarling.

I can't accept a theory so easily.

You claim that Lyne is a murderer who passes drugs hidden in daffodils.

Yes.

But your evidence has been destroyed.

If I try to arrest a man like Lyne without proof,

I won't even need to resign.

- I will quickly return to traffic. - Do you prefer to wait for another death?

I...I'm going to talk.

- I'll tell you everything. - Not everything.

Only the truth.

Yes yes.

Your theory is entirely plausible, but it is also valid for Milburgh...

or for Putek.

But only Lyne could order Keene to have Miss Rider accused.

It is not necessarily linked to the murders.

At least place Lyne under surveillance.

It will be done, as soon as I return to the station.

We must always stick together, Tarling.

In the meantime, try to find out what Ling Chu is doing in his corner.

Thanks for the glass.

Are you going on a trip, Mr Putek?

You already said goodbye �Mr Lyne?

No serious injuries, only your head worries me.

- Yes, me too. - Do you know who it was?

I struck a match and I just saw a knife coming.

- Excuse me, are you Mr Lyne? - Yes.

A letter for you, Sir. A messenger has just brought it.

Thank you, Sir.

Let's see if it's your size.

Ling, why did you lock yourself away? Who was with you?

- Someone who calls himself Putek. - Putek?

In Germany, he is wanted for murder. Lyne discovered it.

Which means Putek must obey � Lyne and hold her tongue.

And he told you all this spontaneously? A little chat?

I asked him.

Oh, you just asked him and he confessed to you that he was a murderer.

My power of persuasion is unlimited.

I see.

Tell me, is it true that according to English legislation,

you cannot force a wife to testify against her husband?

- Yes, why? - Because that would explain...

- ...that Lyne married in secret. -Lyne? Married? With whom ?

Gloria.

- What is this ? - Opium and mandrake.

Rest assured, doctor's prescription.

Ling, what did Putek tell you else thanks to your persuasion?

That he visited Trudy last night to warn her

- ...that she was blackmailing the wrong person. - What ? Trudy was blackmailing Putek?

- Indeed. - Did you already know that?

- Yes. - Why didn't you tell me anything?

- The impenetrability of the Far East. - Oh, Ling, you're not going to do that again!

Jack, listen. I always have to be one step ahead of the police.

- Yes, that doesn't bother me. But why? - Because according to English law, a madman...

cannot be held responsible of his actions. And I...

- ...other plans for the Narcissus Killer. -And first of all, how does all this concern you?

- The main thing is that it is neutralized. - The young Chinese girl...

who was murdered... She was not like the others.

- She worked for you? - She contributed to it.

It was my daughter.

Sleep well, my friend. You will read more tomorrow morning in the newspapers.

- Where are you going, Ling? - I'm going to find Raymond Lyne and kill him.

Ling. Ling, come back.

Lingchu!

It was him!

Come on, my boy! I know what Lyne meant to you.

But if you can't stand, I will have to take you, is that understood?

Come, Peter, come. Let's go.

Pete! Pete!

- Did Ling Chu find it? - No, we were watching him.

And we lost him at half past midnight. Lyne was killed before midnight.

- I'm still looking for the Narcissus Killer. - But it's impossible.

You had a wonderful theory, but it was not tenable.

- Where is Anne Rider? - For what ?

- I would like to question him. - For what reason?

Because Lyne doesn't have Was killed at the cemetery.

- So where? - At Miss Rider's home.

Pass me the file for a second. THANKS.

We found this in the pockets by Lyne. If Miss Rider didn't kill him,

she attracted him anyway with a deadly invitation.

“My dear Ray. Tarling has just disembarked,

and I can't get rid of it without arousing his suspicions.

But I'm going to try to get rid of it as quickly as possible.

In the meantime, I send you the key to my apartment.

Wait for me. I will come as soon as I free myself.

I have to talk to you. Your Anne."

- It must be a fake. - We will have it checked by the graphologist.

But the fact is that Lyne had his key in his possession.

- Hello? - This is Tarling, a friend of Anne's.

- Can I talk to him? - Anne is not here.

I know this is what you were asked to respond. Tell him...

- ...that Jack Tarling wants to talk to him. - I don't know what you're talking about.

Mrs. Rider?

Hello ?

- One minute! Where are you going? - I will tell you when I return.

- Should I follow him, Sir? - No, he will come back.

-Osborne? - Yes, sir?

Have you found the messenger who brought the word?

Yes, sir. His orders were to find a young woman

to Piccadilly station and bring a letter to Lyne at the Phantasie-Bar.

- Did he recognize Miss Rider in the photos? - Yes, sir.

And we found this in the hall.

The serial number remains to be determined.

West to Central, sir. We'll be waiting for you at Lyne's office.

- Where is she? - I don't know.

Where is she?

- Is everything in the same state? - The whole apartment, sir.

I called for our men. They will have a lot of work.

Who is there?

We discovered him unconscious here.

The doctor has just examined him.

- What are you doing here? - Hello, Inspector.

- I wanted to visit Raymond Lyne. - How did you get in?

I don't know. I always get asked the same question...

Through the door. But someone beat me to it.

- What time? - About one o'clock in the morning.

Raymond Lyne was killed at midnight by the Narcissus Killer.

I see... So Putek lied to me.

It wasn't Putek. We stopped him 10 p.m. at the airport.

-Milburgh. -Have you ever seen this?

Yes. Yes, in a lady's handbag.

Actually I was looking for something else, but I didn't find it.

I'm afraid, Inspector,

that my actions were perfectly illegal.

I will note it on your long list of charges.

- THANKS. - Whose handbag was this? Anne Rider?

No, it belonged to the woman by Lyne. Gloria.

Inspector! Can I join you?

If you want.

- Dead? - No.

Your ancestors can cancel the welcome reception.

Hong Kong police would be happy to welcome him, Inspector.

- Inspector. - Yes ?

Milburgh may have been looking for this.

What is this ?

Proof of embezzlement that Milburgh had committed at Lyne and Co...

just before the death of the former director.

Apparently, Raymond Lyne was smarter that the old man and discovered it,

but preferred not to file a complaint.

This is why Milburgh had to to shut up and do what Lyne told him.

- Including killing. - I don't think so.

Why did you kill her?

- My own mother? - Your mother?

Yes. I am Anne's half-brother.

We grew up together in this house.

My mother was ill. She suffered from heart pain.

We both knew that if something happened to me,

the shock would kill her.

And now she's dead.

What should have happened to you after you eliminated Lyne?

Don't move! Is this why that Anne should send him your key?

No, I had to find something.

I thought it would be Lyne's. Anne had to keep him busy.

- And for greater security, you killed him! - For that, I unfortunately didn't have the courage.

What were you looking for in Lyne?

Not a move.

Let's start again. What was it?

It's good.

Lyne's father had discovered that his son was a crook.

It practically broke his heart. He sent it back.

And he begged me to cover him.

I was stupid enough to accept.

I falsified the records, I deceived the accountants.

And then the old man died.

And Raymond Lyne inherited the company...

as well as evidence of my embezzlement.

- Did Anne know about it? - obviously.

I got her hired at the office when his predecessor became too curious.

- Did she know about the drug trafficking? - No.

- But you do! - I couldn't prove anything.

It is for this reason that I couldn't say anything.

You should not only keep silent!

- You had to kill when Lyne ordered it! - No.

So who was it?

I don't know anything about it. I had believed that it was Lyne himself. But now...

Who knew your mother lived here?

-And who had a reason to kill her? - Obviously someone who was looking for Anne.

- Did your mother know where Anne is? - No.

-And where is she now? - At the Queens Hotel. Under the name Anne Stevens.

Leave me. Catch him, quickly! I'll call Anne.

Call Whiteside first, he will go get her immediately.

Hello ?

- Hello ? - What number do you want?

That's enough. She needs to be hospitalized.

You can try again this evening.

What did you get out of it, Inspector?

Nothing we wouldn't have discovered by ourselves.

She was mad with jealousy and had come to kill Anne.

- She was there when Lyne was killed. - Everyone kills...

Everyone kills what they love most, but not everyone dies.

- What does she mean? - Don't you see, Inspector?

It's Peter Keene.

The man who was obsessed with Lyne and who hated all the others...

When someone started across the road to Lyne,

he only had to make a gesture, and Peter eliminated the threat.

And yet he would have killed the man he admired?

Yes, by accident.

- By accident? - That's the only explanation.

He had come to kill Anne, we agree?

But he didn't know that she had gave Lyne her key.

Quad the door opened, he launched the knife. Without any hesitation.

The ambulance is on the way. What happened?

Scotland Yard.

Inspector... Whiteside.

Hello ? I listen.

I called again the Brunswick Hotel.

Mr Tarling has still not returned.

Yes. Well, thank you. One last thing...

I really didn't receive any messages from Mr. Mil... from someone else?

- Absolutely not. No messages. - THANKS.

- Where is Peter Keene? - I don't know.

You were with him this morning. Where is he?

- No idea. - What did he say?

- He was moaning about Mr Lyne. - What did he say?

- That Miss Rider had killed Lyne. - How does he plan to find Miss Rider?

- I don't know! - Repeat word for word what he said!

- Police. - Yes ?

I'm Detective Whiteside from Scotland Yard. Call Miss Stevens.

Oh, that will make him very happy. She waited for you all day.

- I'll wait outside with the other men. - Miss Stevens, the police are here.

Peter, what are you doing here?

-Tarling! - Did he take it away?

Two minutes ago! Come!

Standard-Vanguard vehicle light blue, registration NUD 264.

I repeat: 264. Level 1 alert!

Clear all radio communications.

I repeat: clear all radio communications.

We cannot be very far behind him.

He's just turned into Swain's Lane.

- Where is he heading? - At Highgate Cemetery.

- Another one. - Yes, of course.

This is what cost Peter his life. And Ray was the supplier.

A free and unlimited reserve which ultimately drove him crazy.

When he killed Ray Lyne, he condemned himself to death.

- Should you kill him? - It was self-defense.

adaptation: tchi-tcha laboratories Klow, Syldavia, 06.2014