That melody again, it's becoming an obsession.
Who did you write it for?
Yes, I know, you'll never tell me.
Stop torturing yourself. It's all over now.
Try to forget. The past is best forgotten Emanuelle.
What's important is that I love you. If only you knew how much.
Oh darling, I know you love me, and yet...
I'm scared to death.
What is it? - Mr Gordon Douglas is here and would like to see you.
Have him come in.
Gordon. - Michael. - I'm glad to see you.
So am I. - I haven't seen you for ages. - That's right.
You haven't changed. - You've got yourself a nice office.
You seem to be doing well.
By the way, Michael, I'm married, have been for two years.
Congratulations. - Emanuelle Horst, you know, the pianist.
You do know her? - Yes, I've heard of her.
But I don't have the time for music any more.
I know what you mean. Michael, I need your help.
You can count on me.
I need your professional help.
You see I'm afraid my wife is losing her mind.
She's acting more and more irrational.
You've got to come and see her. - I'll be glad to.
Thank you.
The best thing would be you stay with us for a while.
We live in an isolated house out in Manacoa. I'll get you a suite in the best hotel there.
I'll tell her you're an old friend I happened to run into.
I'm worried. She should have been back hours ago.
She does that sometimes.
She gets into her sports car and drives around for hours.
Trying to forget the obsessions which haunt her.
She has a strange recurrent nightmare. The same every night.
She keeps to herself, pathetically so, never saying a word.
She lives detached from the world, lost in some daydream.
I often wake up in the middle of the night and get up.
I go out looking for her, but she's nowhere to be found.
Do you have an ashtray? - An ashtray, wait.
Use this.
Here, that's all I've got.
Thanks. - We hardly ever invite anyone over these days.
It's a quarter past eight. She's usually here by now.
Strange. Two things stand out in her nightmares.
I've often wondered about it. Poor woman.
Madness is such a strange thing. Madness is contagious.
I tried to understand what her nightmares might mean,
but I never found out.
I can't explain the contrast, between the almost poetic overtones
of the loneliness which marks the beginning of her dreams and
the horrifying brutality in which they end.
She's murdered. The dreams end with her death.
And what's amazing, in all her nightmares, I'm the killer.
Is anything the matter between you? - No. We never had a quarrel.
She seems obsessed by some irrational apprehension of her own horrible death.
She's dead, Inspector.
She must have fallen off the cliff and the tide dragged her body over here.
I want to get an autopsy.
Her own mother wouldn't recognise her face. Poor girl.
I'm really worried now. I called everyone she knows, but nobody has seen her.
She's probably up on some cliff letting her cares drop down to the beach below.
She's done it many time before.
Stop worrying. She'll come back. - I hope so.
You can't imagine how much this has taken out of me.
Listen, I'm going back to the hotel, call me if anything turns up.
May I have the key to room 404? - You never gave it back to me, sir.
I probably left it on the... - I'm sorry, I forgot.
Your wife too it, sir. - My wife? - Yes, sir.
She even signed the register before going up. - Really? - Yes, sir.
I told her you were out and suggested she dine while waiting for you.
but she went up to her room.
Thank you. - Not at all.
Good evening, Michael.
Are you glad to see me? Gordon told me I'd find you here.
He has to be nice with his own sister.
Come sit over here.
Michael, I wanted to see you.
I wanted so much to see you, darling. I love you.
Did you come alone?
My mother is here too. But we won't stay with Gordon. - Why not?
He's been acting kind of strange ever since he got married.
I just left him.
He prefers to be alone with Emanuelle.
And he's jealous of everyone, including us.
You were the same once, you used to love her too.
You too were jealous and used to keep her for yourself alone.
And I never thought I could ever get you back again.
I know what you did to get me back.
I don't hold it against you any more, you know that.
Except sometimes I do!
You bitch. It's your fault if I left Emanuelle.
I did it because I love you, and I still do.
You're the most adorable bitch I know.
I recall...
the day you met her.
She was performing.
The moment
you saw her you knew immediately that you wanted to live with her.
Are you still obsessed by that melody? - Yes.
You guessed it. And may I ask you please not to smoke in the car.
I breathe your smoke too, you know.
Alright, but take off your glasses.
Do as I say.
Will you stop smoking?
And I want you to stop hiding your eyes.
That makes us even. - That's right, we're even.
You're still ahead.
She won't be very comfortable sitting up there.
Hang on. - Will do.
Are you sure you don't mind? - Don't be silly.
We consider you like a daughter. You're welcome.
So you're dropping us off? - Yes, I've got to keep a date with a friend. See you both later.
OK, but don't be too long.
Be good - See you later.
Oh, Michael, we've been waiting for you.
It's better with three, Michael.
Come make love.
Come on, Michael. Join us,
Don't tell us you're shocked.
That's how you stepped out of both of our lives.
You were wrong, Michael. I loved you and so did Emanuelle.
She loved you passionately.
When you left she refused ever to see me again.
She often went alone to the old inn and played the piano for hours on end.
Sad and lonely.
The hippo’s here, sir. D'you want to see him? - Yeah, show him in.
May Buddah be your buddy. - Come in.
Your name? - I don't have any name.
Sit down.
Claims to have no identity.
They call me Vishna. That's my spiritual name.
Vishna. What's your profession?
Let's say my profession is life. It's sceptical.
Life is beautiful, but you don't believe it.
I love nature, flowers and the sun.
The beauty of our thoughts. Ah, if everybody...
Yeah, the world would be in a mess.
You don't mean that.
If everybody loved flowers, loved nature...
There'd be no more fighting
And there'd be no more reason to fight anymore.
Alright: Profession none. You found the body, right?
Yes, I knew all about her. - How come?
I was meditating about divine love. - That's quite a program.
How did you recognise her?
I just did, I just knew it was her.
Would you mind explaining? - I don't know.
It was the wind. Her name was written on the wind.
What's to prove you didn't kill her?
What? That's absurd. How can you say that?
You know I wouldn't. I just couldn't.
I simply know it was her. - How could you be sure?
I was certain it was her, that's all. I knew it, intuitively.
The wind told you. - Yeah. - Yeah what?
It was her dress. I remember. I'd seen her dress that way.
Terrible, I can hardly recognise her face.
I know just how you feel, my friend.
Stop torturing yourself.
No alcohol. - Drink this.
Thanks.
Why did she do it? - We'll never know,
Good evening.
Listen, Michael...
I... I... you don't have to stay here.
I know how busy your hospital keeps you and I don't want to bother you any more.
Your time is valuable. Don't worry about me, I'll be alright.
Although it is a terrible blow.
How do you know that music? - Why?
Probably a record I heard somewhere.
I'd be surprised.
This sonata has never been recorded.
You were her lover! - Don't be an idiot!
So that's it. You're the one she composed this melody for.
It's for you she killed herself.
Excuse me, you mother's here, sir.
My poor child.
What happened? Tell me.
The man is mad!
Listen, try to understand. Don't be offended.
He's your oldest friend.
That's no excuse.
Your brother said I stole his wife from him.
I haven't seen her since we broke up.
There's a lot you don't know.
Could you ring Miss Benton? - You'll find her in the reading room.
Good morning. May I introduce Michael Dreville.
How do you do. I've heard a lot about you.
I was Emanuelle's secretary for well over a year.
Let's sit down.
What can you tell us about Emanuelle?
There's not much I could tell you. She was a great artist.
But a very unhappy woman, she was miserable.
And do you know why? - Not exactly.
I suppose she confided in you. There must have been a reason
why she was unhappy. - Her husband.
My opinion is that her husband oppressed her.
I'm sure he would have ended up destroying her.
He was incredibly jealous.
He was so jealous he kept her cooped up in the house.
He was sick with jealousy.
He was even jealous of her music. He didn't want her to play the piano.
She had composed such a beautiful sonata.
Will you stop taking me for an idiot. I want you to tell me the truth.
That melody you keep on playing reminds you of someone.
Tell me the truth, admit you have a lover and you are crazy about him.
You must tell me the truth. I know you have a lover!
You're just a hypocrite.
You wrote that sonata for your lover, don't try to deny it!
You're just imagining it. You know it's not that.
The sonata is the memory from a forgotten past, Gordon.
So you admit it, you whore!
Please don't cry, Emanuelle.
I've had enough, I want to leave.
I love him, but there's no way I can convince him so he'll believe it.
I'm sorry, sorry for what happened, Madam.
What can I do?
You should go out, madam. You should go out, it would do you good.
After, I noticed the scars on her fingers.
I knew her husband was responsible for them.
He had banged on the lid of the piano on her fingers, can you imagine that?
Out of sheer jealousy.
I suppose that sometimes she happened to talk about me.
Yes, she did.
She told me you were the only man she ever really loved.
Once she said it was her own fault that she had lost you.
And that's when she began a new life.
I'm sure you know how unhappy she was, she took to the bottle.
Started going out alone. And as you can imagine, had quite a few affairs.
Are you sure of what you're saying?
Of course I am, she also told me about her lovers.
And there were terrible scenes with her husband when she came home.
She was pouring oil on the fire. He became white with rage.
He never realised his attitude was the opposite of what it should have been.
He was dead wrong.
Sometimes she even went off to sleazy bars like Yvonne's.
I see what you mean, thank you for what you've told me.
Nothing we can do, she's as dead as a mackerel.
Call the coroner's office and the morgue, they've got work to do.
Mr Dreville, come along, come in.
Please, sit down. This won't take long.
Inspector Siodmak here will ask you a few questions.
I believe you got here the very day Mrs Douglas disappeared.
Isn't that right?
That's right. - Her husband invited you over. - That's correct.
It's not the best of manners killing people who invite you over. - What do you mean?
I was told Mrs Douglas killed herself. - Not at all.
Whoever killed her would like us to believe it and that's not the same thing.
She did drown, but elsewhere.
You've no right to treat me like this. Who do you think I am?
I suggest you don't raise your voice when you talk with the police, understood?
We're not accusing you, we're just asking questions.
It's our job. - Go ahead.
We got some information, we know a few things about you now,
for instance, that you used to know Emanuelle Douglas very well.
Is that right? - I did. - She used to be your mistress.
So what? - Was she - What?
We know the two of you got along fine and then suddenly...
Suddenly what? - Suddenly it was over and in a pretty strange way.
You left her in a fit of jealousy.
In your own interest you better tell us what happened between Mrs Douglas and yourself.
Why?
For your sake. You're in trouble. Better come clean with us, you hear?
Should you confess now, you know the court is bound to take it into consideration but,
if you don't talk you're in for trouble.
It's all ridiculous, I have nothing to confess.
Alright. stop me if I'm wrong. You remained in love with Emanuelle Douglas
even after she got married.
We know you used to meet in a small hotel by the beach.
You stopped going because it was too near her husband's house.
But when her husband invited you over... - Yes, you asked her to meet you.
In that very same hotel, the day you got here.
That's preposterous. - Let us finish.
We know the whole story. We know the two of you made love.
The autopsy showed she had sexual intercourse before.
Then, she was drowned in the bathtub.
You pushed her off the cliff. Admit it. - It's not true.
Ask the hotel manager.
We can't. She's dead.
You're under arrest, mister. - No shit.
Hi, Greta, what a pleasant surprise.
I thought you'd forgotten your old friend. - As you can see you were wrong, how are you?
You here?. - I'm OK.
Come in. We're not going to stay out here. Come on in.
You're pretty. - Really?
No, don't do that.
Don't do that, you know I don't like you to take off my glasses.
I see you haven't changed. Why did you come? It's been such a long time.
Do you have a problem?
Tell me, Vishna, were you Emanuelle's lover?
Yes. - But you had nothing to do with her death.
Hey, you've got to be kidding.
Do you know if she had any other boyfriends?
She must have had a few, but tell me,
Are you working for the police or what? - No, I'm working for justice.
I'll give you some advice. Keep your nose clean and don't put it where it doesn't belong.
You know what I mean? - I've got to help someone.
I understand. I understand you're in love.
It's Michael Dreville. I'm pretty sure too the man is innocent.
Vishna, you will help me.
Go to Yvonne's bar, she knows everything that goes on about town.
She owns that singles bar, right? - You know it?
Let's say I know where it is.
They met in my bar, one night.
Must have been around midnight, she showed up.
Looking very much upset.
Good evening Emanuelle, what would you like?
A double gin.
Alright.
That guy there playing cards with his pals...
It had been all over between us for a long time.
But he still managed to find ways to get money out of me.
Of course he noticed Emanuelle right away.
Strong stuff isn't it? - It is.
You shouldn't have drunk it so fast. - Would you pour me another?
A lovers' quarrel isn't it?
Worse.
Hey, hello.
Looks to me like you need a friend.
Maybe I can do something about it. - Aren't you a little presumptuous?
Maybe. Wanna dance?
Why not.
Hey, look over there. - So what, he'll make her.
To what do we owe this honour?
I just think you're making a mistake.
About Mr Dreville, he can't be the assassin.
The man obviously couldn't have killed her.
No way, Inspector.
It's evident. Dreville couldn't murder anyone.
I forgot to tell you something.
She was Trescary's mistress, was for months. He's your suspect.
No? - Say now, why didn't you tell me that before?
I've told you now, that's what's important.
Hare Krishna, fuck you. Better get your hairy ass out of here before I put you away for good.
Yeah?
Hello, Matty, you know me don't you? - Of course ma'am.
You don't mind? I'll sit down.
Good, now please shut the door.
Yes, of course.
Well then, don't be afraid, come on.
I won't hurt you. Are you scared of me?
No.
Tell me, do you remember when you worked for my brother?
You watched me when I took off my clothes and stood there naked.
Miss Greta!
Don't be so upset, it's OK. I knew you were watching me.
You did? - I used to think you were nice looking.
Really? - I mean it, why don't you sit down.
Come on. - I think you're pretty too.
I don't understand why Mr Douglas fired me.
Why lie to me.
He fired you because he found out you slept with Emanuelle.
No, never.
I never did that. - There's no point in telling me.
I know you slept with her.
I want you to tell me all about it. Silly boy, you can tell me everything.
I'll keep it a secret, I promise.
Well, I never tried nothing, nothing.
I never did nothing I shouldn't have.
Then... one night...
she... - She what?
Don't tell me she...
Oh, poor soul, she raped you.
What else did she do to the poor boy?
Did she ask you to make love to her in a special way?
Tell me everything you did.
It's between us two. I won't tell anybody.
I swear I won't.
Tell me, did she often come to see you?
No.
You're stubborn now. Come on, tell me everything.
If you tell me I'll let you make love to me.
I bet you'd like that, you'll see.
I promise, so?
She... we did make love.
And then she told me, she asked me...
To let her have my home, once in a while.
Is that so?
And of course you did.
She came here with men. Isn't that right, poor Matthew?
You can tell me everything. What else do you know, when did you see her last?
That morning. The morning she was dead.
Who was she with? - I've seen him with her.
Who was he, do you know his name? Tell me.
I don't remember.
I think it was... Trescary.
It happens I know the man very well. Come on, you're an angel.
You've earned your reward. You'll like it, I'm sure you will.
OK.
Lie down.
Good morning, Doctor.
I'm giving you back the belongings we took from you.
And there's a tie, made out of Japanese silk.
Here it is, a watch, a belt and a key chain.
Your statements were corroborated by a witness, Mr Dreville.
We're letting you go, however you'll have to stay in town so we can reach you.
By the way, stay out of this for your own good.
Let's go and arrest Trescary.
What can I do for you? Would you like something to drink? - Scotch.
The real stuff.
You may not know it but everything here is the real stuff, the liquor and the women.
You mean you're that kind of a bar.
You're mistaken. We like to see our customers happy, that's all.
And that's what the girls are here for. - Good.
I've never seen you before. - No, but I've seen you before.
How come you know me?
You'd be surprised to know how much I know about you.
Would you mind coming with me for a minute.
Lola, take care of the bar will you? - Alright.
Are you coming?
You better tell me what you're after and make it fast.
My name is Michael Dreville.
I don't give a damn what your name is, I'm fed up with cats like you bugging me.
You won't get another penny out of me! Get that into your head!
Will you cut out this nonsense. Who do you think I am anyway?
I don't have anything to do with those rackets!
Who are you? - Michael Dreville. - Prove it.
I'm a doctor, Emanuelle Douglas was a close friend of mine.
Alright, I believe you. I didn't know.
I'm sorry.
I just got out of jail.
You were arrested? Why? - I was accused of murdering her.
No kidding, in that case why did the police let you out so soon?
They changed their mind. - You're looking for the murderer? - Yeah.
The cops are here.
Follow me.
We'd like to see your boss, where is she? - Wait a minute, she'll be right back.
What can I do for you?- Inspector Siodmak would like to ask you a few questions.
I'll be glad to help you.
We want your help. We're looking for a man, his name is Richard Trescary. Do you know him?
That bastard? If I knew where is, I'd be glad to tell you.
I hate him.
Hands up! Get your hands up.
I said get your hands up.
Are you deaf?
Do it. Reach!
Well, well, well, don't we look scared.
Who are you? - Richard Trescary.
One false move and you'll land on the rocks.
Just you move a finger and down you go. - Like you did to Emanuelle.
You better watch what you say there. - You don't like being called a murderer.
No I don't. I don't at all.
I don't either. - I'd like to put a bullet right between your eyes.
Except I don't like taking stupid risks when I don't have to.
I don't want the cops riding on my back.
But you'll get it, brother, you can bet on that.
I'll take my time, you're as good as dead. Now I want to know your name.
Michael Dreville. - Didn't they nab you?
Our fine feathered friends.
There's nothing as stupid as a cop. - They're not stupid.
Because they know who killed Emanuelle.
Everybody knows you killed her.
They swallowed your story. I won't.
The cops can think whatever they want to.
I know you killed Emanuelle. - The police think you did it.
Those stupid cops are even dumber than I thought.
I'll tell you why I couldn't have killed her, for a very good reason you'll never guess.
I loved her, that's the reason.
I loved her, you hear?
That's what you say.
You won't con me, brother. I'll make you talk, believe me.
You ain't seen nothing yet.
You're barking up the wrong tree. Emanuelle was an old friend of mine.
Why should I have killed her. - You're gonna have me cry in a minute.
Listen, I'll tell you what I'll do,
Either you turn yourself in or you get a bullet in your head.
You've got five seconds.
I didn't know you were lying there. I swear it.
I can't understand.
Let me guess...
Your being here is a mere coincidence.
Let me explain what happened. - Forget it.
There's no point explaining anything. It's perfectly clear what happened.
A woman has been killed. the police look for the murderer.
The first suspect is her husband,
A man whose jealousy reaches pathological proportions.
Whereas his wife is notoriously unfaithful at least.
Would you mind, that's nobody's business but our own.
Why bring this up now. - That's where you're wrong.
The husband is our first suspect. - He terrorised the poor girl.
He broke her fingers.
Shut up for your own good. You were her lover, you killed her!
I never saw Emanuelle. Not once since you got married!
Liar, you were having an affair. That's why you never told me you used to know her.
Cool down, take it easy. - Inspector it's for you. HQ.
Thanks.
Hello, Siodmak here.
Yvonne just died. - Really?
She did. We took down her statement before she died.
According to her Richard Trescary killed Emanuelle. She gives very good motive.
Good boy, go on. - Trescary lived off blackmail.
He squeezed Yvonne dry. His usual prey were married women.
Women like Douglas. She probably refused to keep on paying him
and that's why he pushed her over the cliff.
Get back to HQ and help me write out the report.
I'm taking a plane in three hours. - Alright.
Make it fast I don't want to miss my plane, OK?
Drop everything and get over here. - I will. OK.
We know who killed her. He's dead.
He's dead. But why?
I'm sorry Michael, will you please forgive me for everything?
Of course, Gordon. - You could stay for the weekend.
No, I really have to go. Another time.
I've got a lot of things to do.
Of course, I forgot. You're a busy man.
Goodbye and forgive me. You're a friend.
Could I have a sheet of paper? - Of course.
Here you are.
My dear Greta
I decided to go back to town. I'm sorry.
I'd have liked to spend the night with you, but I can't stand this place.
Please forgive me. Love, Michael.
Will you see that my wife gets this? - Yes, sir. Shall I call a taxi?
Yes. - Will you please call a taxi.
They're all gone. I came down here to tell you a story.
A strange story.
I'm quite sure...
you'll find it bizarre.
It's the story of a man's passion.
He saw his wife slip away from him. And yet he wanted her.
He wanted her with all his soul.
Life, people, even her music stood between them.
Yet in her own way, she too needed him.
She needed his soothing influence when her nerves drove her to the verge of depression.
Though his overwhelming passion was in part responsible for the tortures troubling her mind.
He gradually came to realise he had to take her away from the people around her.
From her world. From everything that stood uncomprehendingly in his way.
He thought of a last desperate scheme.
After her last concert
he took a girl along to the seashore hotel his wife loved so much.
They made love. In the very room he used to take her when he came with his wife.
In the very same bed. Perhaps out of sheer spite.
A form of pointless stupid vengeance.
And yet he found the situation exciting.
Particularly since the girl looked amazingly like his own wife.
After making love with her he killed her in cold blood.
He slipped one of his wife's dresses over the body and threw it over the cliff.
He'd seen to it her face couldn't be recognised,
The rocks below took care of the rest.
He then cloistered his wife in the basement of an old isolated house he owned.
The police found what seemed to be her body
and arrested the man suspected of having killed her.
At last he had her all to himself.
They were alone with each other. Free.
Nothing could stop them from now on and creating a new life for themselves.
I love you, Emanuelle, I love you.
You belong to me, Emanuelle. You belong to me alone.
Now, as far as the world knows, Emanuelle Douglas is dead.
I could kill you any time I wanted to and no one would ever be the wiser.
You're dead, Emanuelle, don't forget it.
But don't you worry,
I don't intend to kill you. At least not now.
You'll never get out of here. You'll stay in this house forever
and I'll be the only human being you'll ever see again as long as you live.
Never again will we have to put up with the parasites who kept us apart.
Never, Emanuelle, will you play the piano again.
Your perverted passion for music has stood between us since the moment we met.
Gordon...
You'll spend every day of your life with me.
I won't share you again with anybody. Your whole life belongs to me.
From this moment on you're mine, your body and your soul.
And that's not all.
I'm going to punish you, punish you for all the harm you did to me.
You'll pay for all your sins. Your horrible sins!
Please. - You'll pay for everything and pay as long as you live.
Better get used to the idea.
You will atone with pain.
And the more you suffer, the more you'll love me.
You will love me!
Love me.
Oh, Gordon.
So that's it.
You won't get away with it.
I knew you weren't dead.
It took me a while to figure out the whole thing.
You fooled practically everybody but you didn't fool me,
You thought you could get away with it. Your luck's run out.
What are you saying? It's not my fault.
What's all this about, Greta? Tell me the truth.
What does Gordon want from me? - That's right, it was all Gordon's idea.
You bet it was. You want me to swallow that?
You managed to steal the two men I loved, Gordon and Michael.
Please don't shoot!
Speak to me!
Why did you do that?
Gordon, forgive me. I didn't know.
Over... It's all over. It's all over now.
I loved even this cell, since his own love had put me into it.
Don't be afraid.
We'll never leave you.
We're going to follow you.
We'll be together forever. Wait for us.
We'll have all of eternity before us.
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