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A Geza von Bolvary film.

PREMIERE

This film was made with the assistance of the Vienna police.

Produced by: Walter W. Trinks, Franz Hoffermann

Scenario: Dr. Max Wallner with the participation of F.D. Andam

Operations Manager: J. W. Beyer

Assistant Director: Karl V. Barany

Music: Denes V. Buday and Fenyes Szabolcs

Musical accompaniment: Willy Schmidt-Gentner

Lyrics: Hanns Schachtner

Director of photography: Franz Planer

Production designer: Emil Hasler

Sound: Alfred Norkus Editing: Hermann Haller

Choreography: Floyd Du Pont and his dance troupe

Costume Design: Alfred Kunz

Cast:

also:

Director: Geza von Bolvary

Manufactured by Gloria-Film G.M.B.H. Vienna

Distributed by Rex-Film G.M.B.H. Vienna

Filmed at Tobis-Sascha-Ateliers studios, Vienna

Ah, there you are! I'm not too late?

No, Mother. Premieres never start on time.

- Thank God. - Come on.

- Please. - Yes.

- Good evening, Herr Commissioner. - Good evening.

And who is this?

A lady from the Moulin Rouge. A barmaid.

- From the Moulin Rouge? - Yes.

- What you do for acquaintances... - Yes, they are different.

Good evening, Dr. Helder.

- Good evening. - And who is this?

That's the most dangerous man in the theater. - What?

He can break into any ladies dressing room.

- Theater doctor Dr. Seebauer, my mother. - Good evening, madame.

Good evening, Doctor.

- Do you have a fur insurance? - Yes, of course, sir.

Just a moment...

Do you have a sedative for first night nerves?

- For whom? - For my mother.

She gets more nervous than anyone, actors included.

A few drops of valerian, and everything will pass.

Excuse me...

For God's sake, my wallet! Where is my wallet?!

Take a look, sir!

- Here it is. - Oh thank you. Many thanks.

- Well, Lucky... - Well, Herr Doctor...

Are you free again?

I don't like to see you in the crowds at cloakrooms.

But, Herr Doctor...

Lucky, if the least thing disappears, it'll be very embarrassing for you.

But I have to see this diva... Daviot.

I'm here privately, Herr doctor.

But I'm not... I'm here on business, my dear fellow.

Bear that in mind.

It can come down now.

New York - down!

Got it!

Watch out, fire warden!

You haven't seen the author, have you?

You haven't seen the author, have you?

- Lights on. - Lights on!

Cospetto!

Oh dear, a man!

Oh, that's not a man, that's just Dornbusch.

I'm used to it. You haven't seen the author, no?

You've taken my make-up again.

You start because of a little makeup...

When Reinhold puts on a revue for me, as he does today for Daviot,

then I'll give it back to you with interest!

Oh, what is it?

And you have my stockings on again.

Is that so? Really, how embarrassing.

Did I catch your stockings again, Mine are completely ruined.

I'll return them to you, too.

One day I will have three dozen pairs of stockings delivered to your home.

- Like was recently sent to Lydia Loo. - That's probably over already.

I saw her here in the theater earlier.

- I wonder why she came? - Because, she didn't get a role in the new revue.

She must be with the director now, crying for him.

Lydia, let's talk to each other like reasonable people.

I've been reasonable enough already.

Over and over we talked about one thing. Over and over I gave in.

That you haven't given me any role in this revue is beastly and mean.

However, I have even resigned myself to this.

But today, on the day of the premiere, to send a notice of dismissal to my home.

That is too much!

I just will not leave it like this. Do you understand me, Frank?

I will not leave! And I will not make it so easy for you to get rid of me.

You will recognize me.

Dear Lydia, I assure you, I have nothing to do with it.

You know how much I appreciate and adore you.

I know, I know...

Reinhold is to blame.

Reinhold is behind everything. He wants to get rid of me, because I'm in his way.

Yes, hello.

Free tickets? For the premiere?!

No, of course not!

Well, good-bye, Lydia.

Is Reinhold already in the house?

No, he's not in the house. He's not coming either.

That is... I don't think that he'll come.

He has business meetings.

Just a moment.

Where is the author, Polly?

The stage manager is looking for him everywhere.

- Herr director, please... - Send him to me immediately!

What are you waiting for?!

Well?

I didn't even ask him. He's utterly unbearable today.

Merry Christmas...

Why do you need so much money, Herr Nissen?

You know that you've already received half of your fee in advance.

Debts, my dear. Debts.

If you haven't already been here for two years on permanent contract, then...

Clear the stage!

- Can't you look where you're going? - I don't have eyes in the back of my head.

Mind your tongue. That's Reinhold. Everything here depends on his money.

"Clear the stage" applies to everyone.

- Where's the director? - The Director's in the office.

Well, if Reinhold is not here, then I will go to him.

Lydia, you don't want to to make a scandal?

Me? It's what you've done that's the scandal.

Then you throw me out because Reinhold prefered another woman.

- Who are you talking about? - Don't pretend that you didn't know!

I'm talking about this new star of yours, Fraulein Carmen Daviot.

Her name is written large enough here.

For years it was my name in big letters on the posters and in the newspapers.

Ah, but that's not what I want to talk about.

For years he has pretended that he loves me.

And I was good to him, was faithful, and...

I sacrificed everything for him.

But then another woman appears... from who knows where, and...

...I'm nothing to him, nothing! Everything is forgotten.

It's over. Everything can be thrown away.

Lydia, you must pull yourself together. Nothing can be done about it.

Maybe you could get the part of Daviot's understudy?

I thank you, Herr Director!

What are you doing here?

Oh, you are in the house?

Are your business meetings finished?

- Reinhold, she is a bit nervous... - I'm not nervous.

I just want to know how far your wickedness actually goes.

I came here because I want to take part in the premiere.

And I will take part in it.

you can count on it.

I will play the lead role tonight.

- But Lydia, I already told you... - Your words do not interest me at all.

I have to settle accounts with him.

Don't make a scene.

I think it superfluous to have you in the same theater as Fraulein Daviot.

I don't want any inconvenience.

So that's why you want to ruin me?

- Lydia, I ask you! - Go now.

I need to speak to Frank alone.

So you throw me out?

You must have noticed that you are superfluous here.

- Scoundrel! - Lydia!

Are you crazy, Lydia?

What a disgusting farce...

Herr Reinhold...

we have different opinions concerning what's disgusting about this.

Nissen, please go to your dressing room.

We're starting soon!

Come on, Lydia.

For God's sake.

Don't Cry.

Has the author been here? The stage manager...

Why is she crying?

Take her to an empty dressing room and look after her.

- What's happened here? - Nothing.

Come on.

Thank you.

Reinhold was lucky. He should be grateful to you.

Reinhold? I intervened because of her. It wouldn't be a pity to lose him.

Herr Nissen.

Anyway, he won't die in his sleep. Mark my words.

I won't take that from Nissen.

- But... - That man must leave my theater!

Don't take it so seriously. Many lose their composure before a premiere.

I was always against hiring that second-rate comedian.

After the premiere, find another to take his place.

But Reinhold, Nissen is the best candidate for this role.

I'll talk to him. He will apologize to you.

I will not hear of him staying here!

Not least because of Fraulein Daviot.

But after all, that's already over.

Please, if you do not want to...

maybe you can find someone else who will tolerate such insults for his money.

- Reinhold, I beg of you! - No, I'm serious!

I will take the loan that I gave you... and cancel it.

I can invest my money elsewhere.

Well, if you do that...

then I'll have to close the theater.

I'll be ruined!

Excuse me. Herr director, the author.

Come in.

Gentlemen, we have to cut 3 minutes from the sixth scene.

Not a single letter from my text!

It's because of my jokes that people come to the theater.

It's because of my punch lines that they stay 'til the end.

Anatole.

Lily.

You embarrassed me so much today.

I? How so?

You winking at me in front of the other girls like that...

they certainly understood that something's going on between us.

Discretion is my weak side, I am for openness in all things.

You could have shown some consideration for me.

I will wink at everyone from now on.

You are the biggest ass I've ever met.

Lily, forget it. Forget it.

Excuse me.

- Why upset yourself about him? - What do you care about me?

You could still go to jail.

- That scoundrel isn't worth it. - Oh, what do you know?

Nobody can help me anymore.

Please go now.

Leave me alone.

Tell me, is this the same Daviot, that the newspapers wrote about,

...saying that Reinhold gave her a silver bath?

Yes, mother.

Finally.

Come on!

You can give Frau Daviot her first call.

Attention

The first call. You have to get ready.

Interesting, that's a very similar mirror to the one,

that you had at the time when you were in that variety show "Western".

When we met.

Yes.

It's the same one.

It's always with me.

Then this mirror knows our love.

Yes.

It knows everything.

Also, how badly you treated me. and tormented me with your jealousy.

As, like you, it watched my every step.

Yes. But only because I loved you. You have to understand that.

Listen...

it's so nice that we are back together now.

Yes.

Yes, but I have to go on stage now, it's time.

But first tell me that everything is forgiven.

And I swear I will not be rude, I will not be jealous any more.

You promised me so many times.

Yes, I understand.

You want nothing to do with me anymore.

We remain good colleagues.

I know that. Good colleagues.

Tell me... are you Reinhold's lover, yes or no?

What do you think?

- The whole theater is talking about it! - What do they care about my personal life?

Listen...

I'll tell you one thing.

If I see that guy come into your dressing room again, then...

Come in.

- I just came to say hello to you. - How sweet.

Herr Nissen, what are you doing here?

I could ask you the same thing.

I forbid you, once and for all, to enter Frau Daviot's dressing room...

And I say, you do not have the right to forbid me. Explain once and for all.

You were already in a similar situation. Had you forgotten?

- Stop it, for God's sake! - Nissen, get dressed!

Be careful, Herr Reinhold.

The situation was awful. Here I am, and there's a revolver.

At last, the valerian.

Nissen is a nice guy. But to shoot the stage manager...

A clear attempt at murder!

It worked already. I've calmed down. Everyone take their places.

- I don't understand Fred. - Let it be.

I do not deal with such boys.

You're still coming to my rehearsal tonight?

You know... I will be very tired after the performance.

It's strange.

You always find a new excuse, but...

you never think about everything that I have done for you.

I know that I have much to thank you for...

but don't forget that I'm here only as an actress.

Then...

perhaps you're meeting with Herr Nissen to rehearse this evening?

You strange men.

You torture me with him, he tortures me with you, and I... I want to be alone.

Come on!

Do you know where Nissen is?

- Maybe he's already on stage. - On stage?

Hello, Dornbusch. Don't act like a child.

- Why should I shoot at you? - Who knows?

At the premiere, all the actorss go crazy.

I tell you, for your own sake, stay out of Reinhold's way.

Reinhold? He's a scoundrel!

How often did I dream, that I fell in love forever.

From bliss my languid eyelids closed themselves.

But then it cost me to re-open my eyes,

Dreams instantly, among the everyday, dissolved.

Perhaps, I never loved,

Just flirting, carefree fun.

I don't know what death's longing is,

My heart never stopped from happiness.

And then why should I live with such a heart,

If there is no one to give it to forever?

Perhaps, I never loved,

But like everyone, I want to be happy.

And then why should I live with such a heart,

If there is no one to give it to forever?

Perhaps, I never loved,

But like everyone, I want to be happy.

Outrageous! That Reinhold...

...sits in his box and doesn't even stir.

Herr director, are you satisfied?

- What's up with him? - The premiere.

Go, go, go!

Get the theater doctor. Hurry, hurry!

There's something wrong. I don't understand.

You must be on duty immediately. Call the police commissioner.

Why? Is he...?

Excuse me, Herr Doctor. The director asks if you have a moment.

- Has something happened? - I have no idea, Mother.

What a pity. But I'll tell you everything you missed, alright?

He has undoubtedly been shot from the stage.

None of the staff are to leave the building.

My people will monitor the stage exits.

Herr Doctor, take the deceased to the mortuary.

I'll alert the homicide squad.

Something terrible has happened. Imagine!

After the third act our director found Reinhold dead in the box!

Someone must have shot him.

No wonder, he made many enemies in the theater.

I couldn't stand him either.

Who could it have been?

Service-entrance

Good evening, Herr Major!

We immediately secured all exits from the theater.

Nobody has been allowed to leave the building.

Eight men are to guard the exits,

letting nobody out, the rest follow me.

Herr Commissar.

My God,this isn't possible.

Shot.

- No! - Yes.

Please call Herr Nissen immediately!

But Herr Nissen is on stage now.

- Stay here, I can't let you out. - I'm not taking responsibility!

All the performances are mixed up, the premiere has failed!

That's not such a bad thing.

Plebeian.

There was a scene with a lot of shooting...

and it probably happened then, Herr Ober-Commissioner.

It looks that way. And what does the doctor say?

I confirm the results of my colleague's inspection.

The deadly shot, judging by the wound channel, came from the stage.

And the murder weapon was a pistol?

Caliber 6.35.

- Nichler. - Here.

Bring me all the pistols used in the shooting scene.

- Schmidt. - Here.

Ask the secretary for the personnel files of the all artists and theater employees,

...and take them to the police station.

Find out if any of them has a criminal record.

Well, keep on investigating, Dr. Helder.

If it is at all possible, then I ask that you don't interrupt the show.

It may be better for the investigation, perhaps, if...

...all stage hands remain in their places.

In addition, a lot of money and work has been invested in the show.

I am immensely grateful to you, Herr Ober-Commissioner.

I have to return to the office. You can always reach me there.

I expect your report after the performance,

Yes, sir.

Good night.

You told me that this woman... What's her name?

Lydia Loo?

That this Lydia Loo was threatening Reinhold with a gun.

Yes.

What kind of gun was it?

I didn't pay attention. I don't know anything about firearms.

- Gr�ner? - Yes.

- Bring Frau Loo here. - Yes.

But Frau Loo is no longer in possession of the pistol.

How come?

Herr Nissen took it from her.

- Nissen? Ah, that's the lead actor? - Yes.

I want to talk to him as well.

Yes.

- He's on stage at the moment. - All right then, later.

Do you know if Nissen had Mrs. Loo's gun with him during the shooting scene?

I don't know.

But before he went on stage, I saw him...

...with the stage manager. Maybe he knows something?

- Get me the stage manager. - Certainly.

Sit down.

- Your name? - Josef Anatol Dornbusch.

You are the stage manager?

Yes, but I'm absolving myself of all responsibility.

Calm down, Dornbusch. He's nervous, because you detain him.

- Can no one replace him? - Yes, the director.

- Why are you so nervous? - I am helpless, nothing works.

Pull yourself together. This is a murder investigation.

Please, let's start.

Did you notice anything out of the ordinary tonight?

The first scene, with the girls, started late.

It's not my fault. It's all because of Lily with the left foot.

I'm asking, of course, about anything relating to the murder!

No.

Your director said that you might know if Herr Nissen's gun...

I have nothing to do with props. Lohrmann is the prop master.

This isn't getting us anywhere.

It's about more important things than a theatrical performance.

Concentrate on my questions.

Did you see the gun in Nissen's hands?

- Yes. - Where was that?

- Dressing room 1. - This is Frau Daviot's dressing room.

- Who was with her? - Nissen.

- No one else? - And Reinhold.

Let's not have to drag this out of you a word at a time!

What happened there? Who was the gun aimed at?

- At me. - At you?

- Yes. - For what reason?

I have no idea. The premiere - all the actors go crazy.

I want to know if you, except for that scene in Frau Daviot's dressing room,

...witnessed anything else unusual?

Maybe Herr Reinhold quarrelled with a third person?

No.

- Thank you, get back to work. - It's about time.

Is Herr Nissen free now?

Yes.

- Bring in Herr Nissen. - Yes.

Why have you done this?

I told you everything today. Didn't you believe me?

Reinhold never meant anything to me.

Really?

You promised me faithfully not to make a scandal,

and now, because of your jealousy you have committed such a terrible...

Where did you hide the revolver?

Herr Nissen? Come with me to Police Commissioner Dr. Helder.

- Stop! - Let me through.

- Where are you going? - Away from here. I want to go home.

I'm sorry, no one is allowed to leave the theater. Please.

- Can you remember what he said? - Of course.

"Anyway, he won't die in bed. Mark my words."

- What do you say to that, Herr Nissen? - That's right.

Fraulein Polly has the best memory in the whole theater.

Herr Nissen, please forgive me...

Don't apologize, Fraulein, it is your duty to tell the truth.

Herr Nissen certainly did not do it.

- He is not a criminal. - You can go now.

Please wait in the waiting room.

So after quarrelling with the victim, you left Frau Daviot's dressing room?

And where did you go?

To my own dressing room, to prepare to go on stage.

And you had the pistol with you?

No, before my performance I put it on my dressing table.

I see.

And when you returned from the shooting scene, the gun was gone?

Yes.

And you didn't notice this?

Yes, but I thought that maybe, as the gun wasn't mine, someone had picked it up.

So you think that, in your absence, someone was in your dressing room?

There's no other explanation.

Of course, you have no idea who that could be.

No.

- Nissen, to the stage! Immediately! - You can go.

A couple of minutes ago, Fraulein Loo secretly tried to leave the theater.

- She is outside now. - Bring the lady in.

Am I supposed to have my soup wrapped in cotton wool? People have to eat.

- But not in the theater. - Doctor's orders.

I have to have my meals strictly at certain times.

Please take a seat.

I don't want to bother you with a lot of questions.

But please tell me one thing:

where have you been since the the performance began?

In my former dressing room.

Do you have any witnesses?

The prop master.

- This person is in the waiting room. - Have him come in.

Prop master Lohrmann?

Fraulein Loo says that all this time, she's been in her dressing room.

- Do you know anything about this? - Yes, Herr Commissioner.

A few times I looked in to check how she was, because she is...

And Herr Director can confirm this,

...he was just coming out of Herr Nissen's dressing room.

From Nissen's dressing room?

When was this?

It was just before the shooting scene.

You can go now, but continue to be at my disposal.

- So you were in Nissen's dressing room. - Yes, now I remember.

Why didn't you say so before, when Nissen was here?

I didn't want to interrupt you.

Are you always so considerate?

You've also kept silent about your quarrel with the murdered man.

You also interfered when the stage manager gave his statement!

Why?

You... Do you suspect me?

It wasn't me, Herr Commissioner.

I hated him, but it wasn't me!

- And where were you during the act? - In my box.

Where is that?

- There's the door. - Show me the box.

- In which chair were you sat? - Here.

Please.

Frau Daviot! What are you searching for here?

Interesting.

It's entirely possible that the shot was not taken from the stage at all.

A moment, Herr Doctor.

- Well? - These pistols are absolutely harmless.

What is it?

Browning,...

...caliber 6.35,...

...loaded, a shot is missing.

Damn it.

- Who is responsible for the weapons? - The prop master.

Fetch him.

Undoubtedly the murder weapon.

How many pistols were in the basket?

Two, four, six,... Fourteen.

Come here.

How come there's a live-loaded pistol in this basket?

Live-loaded? But, Herr Doctor, that's not possible...

I loaded them all with blank cartridges.

Did you personally collect the pistols from the artists?

No, after the scene everyone throws their gun in the basket. To save time.

How many of them were there?

Twelve for the extras and one for Herr Nissen. Thirteen all together.

- But there were fourteen in the basket. - I can't explain that.

You can go.

Bring Frau Daviot here.

Put all the pistols in the basket, But leave the murder weapon on the table.

Good.

Police Commissioner Dr. Helder. I won't keep you for long.

May I ask you to sit down?

I only have a couple of questions to ask you.

Please, sit down.

Quickly, have the Browning checked for fingerprints.

I do not have much time, Herr Doctor. I have to be back on stage soon.

I know.

Unfortunately, I can't admire your performance on stage tonight.

Allow me to pay you a compliment.

That song... How did it go?

- Really amazing. - I'm so glad.

Your acting talent does not fail you in real life.

- You held yourself perfectly. - When?

- When you recognized the gun. - What are you talking about?

I'm talking, of course, about the gun with which...

...Herr Nissen, your partner, threatened Herr Reinhold.

He didn't threaten him! It was just a joke!

A joke?

With a loaded Browning?

What is the actual nature of your relationship with Herr Nissen?

I...

My dear Daviot, you can refuse to talk about anything,

...as far as your personal relations with Herr Nissen.

We loved each other.

That's no secret.

And now?

We've known each other a long time.

We started out in the theater together,

then our ways parted, and now we meet again,

as good friends and colleagues.

What were you looking for earlier, in his dressing room?

I was...

I wanted...

Very well then, I'll tell you.

The gun.

And I'll tell you why.

- Because you think he's the murderer. - No!

Here on the barrel, a clear imprint from the thumb of a left hand.

Then we need a left-handed shooter.

We must report this to Dr. Helder immediately.

Hello? Director's office...

Helder.

What?

You're absolutely certain?

As soon as the photography is done, bring it over to me.

Thank you.

One moment, dear lady.

- Herr director. - Yes.

If you please.

I forgot to get you to sign your statement.

Frau Daviot, you can go! Although... No, just a moment.

Go ahead.

We could have saved a lot of time and spared your nerves

That is... So, I'm not...

You are not left-handed.

So, you would not have shot with your left hand.

Frau Daviot... Stop the interrogation! Quickly, to the stage!

Thank you, dear lady.

About time!

- By the way, when is the intermission? - In ten minutes.

At that time, I want to recreate the number during which the shot was fired.

I ask you to assemble everyone on the stage, who took part in it.

Yes, of course.

No one can know for sure, is it misfortune or luck

what life gives and takes.

Sometimes it's just coincidence

once it is destined for us.

And I firmly believe that you can feel it,

somewhere in the heart,

if I feel it all at once,

that I am really happy.

Merci, mon ami, for a fabulous evening,

I want to tell you a thousand things

Darling, we must meet again, it was so nice.

You see me as an unknown secret,

But I'll answer all your questions.

I'm not rushing the hands of the clock, I want

to approach our long-awaited meeting.

It's so easy to make me happy:

A look, a kiss, each other and you.

We do not need anything else,

then hours are like seconds.

Merci, mon ami, it was beautiful, -

time and again I want to tell you.

Darling, we must meet again, it was so nice.

Merci, mon ami, it was beautiful,

time and again I want to tell you.

Darling, we must meet again, it was so nice.

Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!

Well, Lily...

You're beyond suspicion. I winked at everyone. Are you satisfied?

Yes!

Have you seen my son? They took him somewhere.

Unfortunately not, madame.

Have you seen my son?

Dr. Helder, you spoke with him before the performance.

Oh, allow me to kiss the hand of his mother.

He's just completely disappeared.

That's his job! But don't worry, something like this takes time.

- You think so? - I know it.

And what do you say, kind lady, to Frau Daviot? A fabulous woman!

By the way, if you'll allow me: a little present.

Oh, I don't know if I...

I am greatly indebted to your son.

- What, you? - Yes.

On my last trip I expected that I would be given six months.

And it is only thanks to your son that I got away with just four.

What?

Is everything the same as it was at the performance?

Yes, Herr Doctor.

There's no orchestra.

Our pianist can play the music on the piano.

Yes, good.

So, please. I want you now to recreate the scene with the shots.

Without any omissions, and with all the props.

If anyone notices any change please let me know immediately.

Please, take your positions.

The scene, starting from Nissen's entrance, is to be repeated

Anyone not involved leave the stage!

Frau Daviot, please take your opening position.

Everyone to their places! We begin, go, go!

Herr Kapellmeister, please.

One, two!

I did not know love in earnest,

But I believe that it will come!

One, two!

Turn around!

Stop! Nobody move!

Is this position exactly the same as during the performance?

- Seems so, yes. - No.

During the performance, Herr Nissen stood on this side.

Herr director...

isn't Herr Nissen supposed to hug Frau Daviot with his right hand,

and shoot with his left hand?

Yes, of course. I didn't notice.

We always rehearsed it that way, Herr Nissen.

Change places.

The direction of the shot?

Herr Nissen...

come with me to the office.

And you too, dear.

Thank you, everyone.

That came fast.

The police have messed up the whole revue.

It's unheard of!

This is not the worst thing.

As a last resort we will have to interrupt the presentation.

??...??...???... Interrupt?!

I have nothing to confess.

As you wish.

Excuse me madame, you were present at the conversation with the director.

I specifically wanted you to know that I was looking for a left-hander.

Incredible! Let go! The stage is set but there are no main characters!

Unthinkable!

Here is the photo of the fingerprint from the gun, Herr Doctor.

And the papillary pattern.

Not identical.

Thank you, Herr Nissen, I see no reason to detain you.

And you too, madam. You will surely want to get back to the stage.

- So now what? - Everything is fine.

Saved. Next number please!

Let us not deceive ourselves, my dears.

We have reached an impasse.

Yes, but the fingerprint, Herr Doctor...

That's the only positive.

There is no other option

except to detain the whole staff after the performance...

...and take the fingerprints of each one.

So, there is not a single left-hander in the whole theater?

- I've already asked everywhere. - That would get around too.

What can force a person to shoot with the left hand,

...when he is not left-handed?

- Personnel records, Herr Doctor. - Yes, thank you.

Fraulein Lydia Loo's surname is Lohrmann?

Loo is just her stage name.

She's the sister of the prop master.

This is something new.

Very few people in the theater know about this.

Lohrmann has a modest position.

He wanted his kinship with his sister, the known actress... kept secret.

And this Lohrmann, is he not left-handed?

The prop-master, left-handed? No.

Lohrmann.

Come with me.

But, Herr Commissioner, I cannot leave right now.

Your work will be done by somebody else.

Carmen! I have to ask you something quickly.

- But not here. - Right here.

You thought I was the murderer. So why did you lie to the doctor?

And why did you intentionally take that wrong position on the stage?

- Because I wanted... - What?

Because I wanted to save you.

You're lying again, and so wonderfully awkward.

- And it pleases you? - And how.

- Now I know for sure. - What do you know?

In all women,

You look for the one,

whom you've dreamed of all your life.

And in any, that are a little like her, Immediately you see your ideal.

And when you find that one,

Forget about everyone else.

Even if there is no difference, from other women on earth.

And let the others look so much like her,

You consider her only one goddess.

In all women, you look for the one,

about whom you dreamed all your life.

Look further, don't think of giving up. And one day you will find the ideal.

Perhaps, I never loved,

Just flirting, carefree fun.

I do not know what death's longing is,

My heart never stopped from happiness.

And then why should I live with such a heart,

If there is no one to give it to forever?

Perhaps, I never loved,

But, like everyone, I want to be happy.

The culprit shot with his left hand,

...because he has an artificial right eye.

And he couldn't aim well with his right hand.

Now describe the circumstances of the crime.

In recent days my sister was getting worse.

She was thinking about suicide.

And today this...

scoundrel finally sacked her.

I wanted to speak with him myself, and...

when I saw that he happened to be alone

in Frau Daviot's dressing room, I went and...

Do you really not feel sorry for her?

What? This hysterical woman!

Everyone in this theater will breathe a sigh of relief when I throw you both out!

Do you know where Nissen is?

- Maybe he's already on stage. - On stage.

My sister...

The revolver in Nissens dressing room was loaded and ready.

I don't know why, but I took it with me.

Then came the shooting scene on stage.

I saw that scoundrel sitting in his box.

The guys on the stage fired, and...

the rest, you already know, Herr Commissioner.

Lift the cordon from around the theater. The officers can be dismissed.

And then why should I live with such a heart,

If there is no one to give it to forever?

Perhaps, I never loved,

But like everyone I want to be happy.

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