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The Strange Vice of Mrs. Wardh

Welcome!

- Hello!
- Good evening.

- Good evening.
- Hi, Neil!

How's it going, Neil?

Now that you live in New York
you've forgotten your old friends.

Obviously I'd like to come
home more often. Isn't that true Julie?

Yes, especially
if Wall Street was here.

But I don't have time
to play the tourist.

Talking of which, the meeting
with Muller is set for eight.

Seems he's willing to
buy those shares...

...you told me about
on the phone yesterday.

I'm sorry, dear, but I don't
have time to take you home.

It's very important, you know.
I'll call you a taxi.

Don't worry,
I can get one myself.

We apologise if we
steal your husband...

...just a few metres
into Austria.

I'm not an annoying wife.

The extremely
important things first.

Kramorstrasse 25.

What's going on?

Good evening.

- Papers, please.
- Here.

I'm sorry, madam.
It's just a formality.

But why?

A woman was killed half an hour ago,
near the alrport.

Another woman killed?

Yes, and cut with a razor
again. You can go.

This story is becoming an
obsession.

It's everywhere, in the papers
and on TV, about that crazy maniac.

Yes, they mentioned
it in the US as well.

They should bring back death penalty,
that's what they should do!

Then those sick people
would get the end they deserve.

130 schillings.

- Keep the change.
- Thank you.

- Welcome back, Mrs. Wardh.
- Antonio, it's you.

A pleasure to see
you again, madam.

Everything's in
order in the apartment.

Has anyone come in
the last minutes?

No, madam.
Were you expecting someone?

The maid comes tomorrow.

I'll take care of the bags.
Don't you worry.

Thank you.

- Mrs. Wardh?
- Yes?

These are for you.

The porter also told
me to deliver your suitcases.

Leave them here.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Yes, I understand, Neil.
At least try not to pick me up...

...too late, though.
No! I'm not angry,

...even though Carol
calls me "the Widow Wardh".

You've only stayed
with me one night...

...in the three days
we've been here.

Don't be too late. Bye.

Julie, you've finally
stopped bothering the old man.

Look what I've brought you.

He's just arrived,
fresh from Australia.

With fantastic news!

You wouldn't believe it.

George! Tell her
about our uncle.

To be honest, I was
fond of old uncle.

Of course you were!

Anyway, our uncle
croaked, and left...

...a nice nest-egg
for me and him.

We're the sole heirs.

You're family?

Yes.

At least that's the way it
is for the notary in Sydney.

Uncle's dead
without a will and the...

...young lady and I
are the sole heirs.

What should I say?
Condolences or congratulations?

Just say: Pleased to meet you.

Pleased to meet you.

Very good. Shall we
have a drink to celebrate?

- Our meeting?
- No, to uncle's death.

Without which I'd
never have met you.

Oh, right.

Julie, please
don't steal the most...

...handsome cousin
I have, alright?

A Martini rosso for me.

- Are your clothes really made of paper?
- Underneath as well?

They're real, how naive.

- What would you say about having a look?
- Lets give them a tug.

It's true, they're made of paper.

Carol! Why didn't you
say Jean was here as well?

He really pestered me
about when you'd be back.

I told him to leave you alone,
but he came anyway.

Why does it matter to you?

- I'm going.
— Why, Julie?

- Because I am.
- Julie!

Wait.

- Leave me alone.
- Let me drive you home.

No, go away.

Why?

Nothing brings us closer
than having a vice in common.

I'm out of it, and
now you make me sick.

Leave me alone!

Julie!

No, please.

Let him go.

You don't know Jean.

He likes hurting people.

What's up?

A terrible nightmare,

...but it's over, so don't worry.

Julie, tell me the truth.

What's wrong?
Is it that man?

- Bye.
- Bye!

Next time don't wear paper,
just come naked.

- Funny! Goodbye.
- Bye!

Goodbye!

Wait a minute!
Give it to me.

No parking zone, obstructing
traffic. Will you pay right away?

No, for god's sake,
we collect them.

Thanks.

Done!

There are more than a
thousand policemen in this town!

I want all their autographs!

It's not that easy, you know.

You're completely mad!

Why? Does it seem strange to you?

I once went to bed
with someone who collected...

...ladies' underwear.
I realised he only wanted...

...to be with me to
steal my knickers.

Hey!

Give me a paper, would you?

- Here.
- Thank you.

Thanks.

Let me have a look.
Another woman murdered.

We should be grateful
to this maniac...

...for eliminating
our competition.

They always write the same stuff,

...and I don't read it, but if I
don't buy a paper I miss it.

How I envy you, Carol,

...you're always so
relaxed and cheerful.

No, Julie,

...you just take the best
wherever you find it.

A little here, a little there,

...and avoid thinking
the worst.

I married Neil to
finish with Jean.

Neil seemed so
wise and calm.

But now I'm not so sure.

Neil's your husband, dear.

You can't expect to have
everything from one man.

Carol! Please...

The fact that you put
someone between you and Jean...

...is already really important.

Yes, I know, but maybe...

...I need to escape from myself.

Jean would never
accept not seeing me again,

...because he can't
stand losing.

Excuse me, madam. There's
a gentleman waiting for you,

...I put him in the living room.

I don't want to see anyone.

He asked for your husband.
I told him he was out,

...but he wanted to
wait to speak to you.

Come on! Who
are you scared of?

If it's Jean, we'll throw him out.

Come on, it'll be fun for me

Hello.

Look who it is,
the handsome cousin.

My husband's not at home.

I'm sorry, Julie. But
Carol told me your husband...

...is an expert in
financial matters.

I'd like to get his advice.

Yes, I see.

But I'm sorry,
my husband's not here.

I'm actually glad, because...

...to be honest it was just
an excuse to see you again.

One definitely can't deny
your sincerity.

We interrupted our celebratory
drink the other night,

...and I didn't want
to miss the chance...

...to get to know you
as well as I can.

Listen, my handsome cousin.

If you intend to woo her,

...I recommend you continue
over a steak.

Mr...

Call me George.

Don't worry,

...you'll get a chance
to speak to my husband,

...alright?

Yes,

...but it's you who
should be worrying.

I like bothering women...

...even when their
husbands are around.

Shall we go, Julie?

In any case,

...thanks for the lunch invitation,
beautiful cousin.

For goodness sake, I'd never
invite anyone to Birri's.

They serve mustard
which swells your tongue.

Why did you
treat him like that?

Because I wanted to!

People who are too sure of
themselves get on my nerves.

If I were you, I'd do it,

...cousin or not.

Lets go and eat.

I am truly sorry, Miss Baxter.
I had three tables left,

...but a gentleman
has just booked them.

So we'll have to starve.

Why?

The mustard's
excellent here,

...doesn't burn the
tongue at all. Want some?

What a shame it's full.

But it isn't,
I've booked three tables.

We can choose: Here,
here, or down there.

- Did I do wrong?
- If it's that important to you.

Yes, it is.

I was worried I'd have
to give up my mustard.

Well, cancel the
other two tables.

- Here alright?
— No, the other one's better.

The usual for me.

What Carol's
having is fine for me.

So, that's three of
what Carol's having.

Here.

This way you'll think of
me when eating an apple.

The forbidden fruit.

For you I'll do -

Nothing at all!

You've got it
all wrong, dear.

It's always been Eve who
should offer the apple.

Excuse me, Miss Baxter.

Telephone call for you.

I'll be right back.

Here.

Maybe Carol's right.

What's this? Does it
mean you want to eat me?

No,

...it means I've
already eaten you.

You'll find I'm hard to digest.

I'm sorry, but
I've got to rush off.

In any case you're
happier alone with your apples.

Oh, Carol!

I'll phone you. Bye!

I can take you wherever you want.

To a taxi, thank you.

So you're used to having
your own way, aren't you?

You've finally got it.

Where are we going?!

It's a surprise.

Take me home at once!

Later, Julie, later!

- I told you to take me -
- Relax.

I'm just going to make
you feel ecstasy and fear!

Take me home now!

Ecstasy, fear and
a pounding heart!

I kept my promises, didn't I?

I'll say you did!

I think I should apologise.

I had misjudged you.

No, no! You were right about me.

But it's hard to resist so much.

Thanks anyway,

...it's been a nice afternoon.
I really needed it.

Bye!

Hello?

Julie? Would you be amazed
if I told you I loved you?

Oh please, George,
don't be ridiculous.

Some words aren't
used any more.

I thanked you for the
nice afternoon and that's it.

I couldn't possibly want
anything else from you.

Please leave me alone.

George?!

Don't be offended,

...but I don't want to see you again,

...because today -
because I like you.

You mustn't phone me again.
Never again.

Alright, Julie.

I won't phone again if
that's what you want.

How did you get in?!

Through the door, it was open.

Why are you -

I wanted to tell
you again, Julie:

I really like you,

...and I'm not used to
hiding my intentions.

George, I beg you,

...don't complicate my life.

Don't you understand?!

I'm not the
woman you met today.

I know nothing about you,
nor do I want to.

For me you're
fine as you are.

Come on, lets
go in to my place.

No, not now.

Let me go.

As you wish.

As you wish.

I'll take you home.

What's wrong?

I'm scared!

Scared of what?!

Take me away, George.

- Where?
- Wherever you want!

It's not exactly a palace,

...but it's good enough for me.

I practically only come here...

...to sleep.

For Mrs. Wardh.

Thank you.

Who's the admirer?!

Anonymous.

I'd like to think it was you, but -
they don't deal in...

...these items on the
stock exchange, do they?

Julie, what's the matter?

Nothing.

You've been treating me as
if I'd done something wrong.

If you feel uncared for,

...or you need something,

...we should talk.

No, I don't need anything.

Hello?

Mrs. Julie Wardh?

Yes. Who is it?

I have had the opportunity to see
that you are a delightful...

...lover with very interesting
perversions,

...and I'm sure your honest husband
doesn't suspect anything.

Isn't that so?

Stop talking nonsense.
Who are you?

That's not important,
whereas I think that...

...you should know
what I want, Mrs. Wardh.

I want twenty thousand
schillings to not tell your...

...husband about your
affection for George Corot.

It's Jean. It's you, I know it!
It's Jean, isn't it?!

Mrs. Wardh, I will
expect you at sunset,

...at the South entrance to
Palmenhaus. Remember:

Alone, and with
twenty thousand schillings.

But -

I didn't know what to do.

When I saw that
black car, I was scared...

...it would be Jean, and
that's why I went into George's.

Naturally. You wanted
to go to bed with him,

...and your fear of Jean
gave you the excuse.

Please, Carol.

Well, maybe...

...it was as you said.

Anyway, there's
still the problem...

...of the phone call.

Was it Jean?

Who knows? Have
you watched the TV?

They talked about that maniac.
The last of his victims...

...was that stupid bitch who
stripped at the party.

Could it be Jean?

He's got a black car too.

Carol,

...please stop it.

I was joking.

He goes to prostitutes,
and Jean doesn't.

What was his voice
like on the phone?

Well... I've already told you.

It was a disguised,
unrecognisable voice.

Which means if he'd
spoken with his normal voice,

...you'd have recognised him.

It must be Jean.
He's the type.

I'm sorry but I don't see
the problem. If you like...

...George, you can forget
about both Jean and Neil.

So what if Neil finds out?

I think he's a
modern intelligent man.

Everything's simple for you.

While I don't know
what George is for me,

...I know what I was for him.

I wanted to call him this
morning but I don't even have...

...his number, and I
haven't heard from him.

And I don't want Neil
to find out this way.

He really doesn't deserve it.

Listen, dear, don't
have too many scruples.

If you want his
number I'll give it to you.

Neil's had you in his bed
for a year. Don't you think...

...that's enough to make
up for the heartache?

When you talk like that,
I want to slap you.

But what do you expect?
It's the way of the world.

Don't take any notice.

I keep them in the oven
because I hate cold underwear.

In any case, you mustn't
go to that appointment.

Where did he say?

At the Palmenhaus
in Shembrun at sunset,

...alone and with twenty
thousand schillings.

I'll go.

You?

No,

...it could be dangerous.

And I don't want
you to get more involved.

Don't worry,

...I'll enjoy it. And you'll
see it's definitely Jean,

...and then I'll laugh in his face.

And if it isn't Jean?

If it's someone else?

Who?

Maybe the sadist in the papers?

Then that means
I'm in grave danger,

...because I am a
bit of a whore.

You joke about everything.

Had breakfast yet?

Well, come on,

...there's a coffee place downstairs
which will make you forget...

...all about diets. Come on,
and stop making that face!

There's the start!

The riders are already
in a fierce battle for the front,

...and it's number 36 first,
followed by number 122.

At the third curve,
the final battle is about to begin.

We're closing!

We're closing at sunset!

We're closing!

Excuse me,

...I had an appointment
at the South entrance...

...to the Palmenhaus,
but I've lost my bearings.

Over there,

...but if you don't hurry
you'll be locked inside.

They're about to close
the gates now, so be quick.

- Thank you.
- Good evening.

Help!

Help!

No!

What's going on?!

- Who was screaming!?
- There...

Look over there!

Can you tell us anything?

No, I didn't see anything.

I just heard that poor
girl shouting. She'd asked me...

...where the Palmenhaus
South entrance was.

She had an appointment.
I don't know anything else.

These little animals are
my only friends, inspector.

Much less repugnant
than certain people I know.

Listen...

...it's been said that you've been...

...Carol Baxter's friend for a long time.

It's very important for us to know...

...everything there
is to know about her...

...and her friends.

Please come with me to
the police station,

...I need to continue
to interview you.

Don't worry, I'm used
to being around cages.

So...

...shall we go?

Lets go.

Is all this really necessary?

So, madam...

...is this the man you
spoke to us about?

Yes.

Why do you think he's the
killer we're looking for?

You flatter me, Julie.

Do you really
think I'm capable of...

...cutting a lot of
women's throats?

Yes, you could be.

And though it might seem silly,
he has a black car,

...like the one described
in the papers.

You're incredibly amusing.

But it was you who
sent me those notes.

What notes?

The lady and I were joined
in an intimate friendship.

That's why I sent her flowers,
along with my thoughts,

...hoping she'd remember
the good times,

...and perhaps decide on
a nostalgic encounter.

I hate you.

The only thing I can't
stand is indifference.

Hate is a good feeling,
it's fiery and violent,

...like love, only more so.

Mrs. Wardh, you received
a threatening phone call,

...and Carol went to
the appointment in your stead,

...thinking that you were
dealing with your friend.

Correct?

Was it that man's
voice on the phone?

It was disguised,
it could have been anyone.

But Carol told me
it must have been Jean.

A stranger wouldn't
have had to mask his voice.

Yes,

...but he was in a bowling
alley on the other side of town...

...while someone was
slitting your friend's throat.

That's the way it is,
I'm afraid.

Listen...

...why don't you check
Mrs. Wardh's alibi?

You're a dirty coward.

You see, Mrs. Wardh
doesn't have a black car,

...but she's always had
a weakness for blood.

Nobody's said the murderer
you're looking for is a man.

You're a -

...person you were keen
on for over two years.

That's enough!

I'm not interested
in your theories.

That's fine.

Can I go?

- I've got something to do.
- Of course.

You can both go.

Bring the other one in.
What's his name?

George Corot.

They called you in too?

Now I understand why my
roses no longer affect you.

George Corot!

I've got to see you.
My place at five.

Julie, at last!

I'm really tired, Neil...

Let me speak to
your husband now,

...then we'll go away.

Away from this city,
from everything.

No, George, not now.

Maybe when they've
found Carol's murderer.

It was foolish to meet today.

I could be watched.

You've told me there's
already someone who knows...

...but do you realise that...

...it should have been
you instead of Carol?

So what?

You can't hide forever.

Does living mean
so little to you?

I don't know, George.

If you weren't around I'd
almost be happy to end it all.

Please, someone could see us.

I'll take you home.

I'd rather you didn't.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Neil!

Neil!

Julie!

The elevator was busy,

...so I had to take the stairs.
Good evening.

Good evening.

Julie,

...where have you been?
What happened?

Someone in the garage
attacked me with a razor.

Was it Jean?

Did you see him? Was it him?

I don't know. He was
dressed in black, it was dark...

I don't know!

Don't be influenced by
the stories in the papers.

Besides, we'll soon
know if it was Jean.

Neil!

What do you want to do?

Let's call the police.

Where does he live?

There's only one thing to
do with people like that.

You mustn't take
any risks for me.

You're my wife now,
and that's all that matters.

Tell me where he is.

I'll go with you.

Alright, come with me.

Wait for me here.

Neil!

I told you to
stay in the car!

No, I'm coming with you.

There's no light.

Nobody's here,

...let's go.

There's a camera on
the floor over there...

A photo's been taken.

Julie! Julie, calm down, Julie!

Neil...

Neil!

Jean's car is gone!

Julie, wake up, Julie!

I've developed that photo. Look!

Do you recognise him?

It's the man in the garage.

Yes, it's him!

Who is he?

Don't know. He was dressed...

...like that, with those glasses.

Now we know it wasn't Jean.

Which means...

...he could be the murderer
of the women and Carol?

I mean I suspected Jean
because he was your lover.

Obviously there's
someone else.

Oh, Neil!

Where are you going?

I'm scared.

I'm going to the police.

This photo could be
useful to the inspector.

Hello?

George, is that you?

Why did you take
so long to call me?

I'll tell you when I see you.

Come and get me,
I can't carry on.

Come and get me, and we'll leave.

We'll go to some quiet place,

...as far away as possible.

Anywhere.

Okay.

Give me time to pack a
suitcase and I'll be with you.

I'll take you to Spain.

I know a little place...

...that'll make you
forget everything.

FOR NEILL.

When did she leave?

Just before noon.

Bye, dear. I'll call you
when I get back from Sydney.

Okay. Bye!

Hello?

Hi, how are you?

No, I'm sorry.
I'm leaving tomorrow.

I'll be back in a week.

Then I'll get
the A122 to Tokyo.

No. I'm not tired.

You don't sleep with
the time zone changes.

The light's
gone out...

...it'll come
back on.

Alright!

Yes, I'll bring
you a souvenir.

Will a kangaroo do?

Why, what do you want?

I promise we'll meet
again when I get back.

Bye!

No, no!

Help!

Help!

Did something happen?

No, no. Nothing.

Why did you leave?

I wanted to get some sun.

Carry on going after
your prey if you want.

I've seen one who's more attractive.

VIENNESE HOMICIDAL MANIAC DEAD

George!

Yes?

Look, they've found the maniac.

He was killed by a
girl he was attacking.

So it's all over, for good.

Let's think about us.

I'm hungry.

I'll go on to the villa to
prepare some food while you...

...go and change some money.
We've almost run out.

You take my car
and I'll get a taxi.

Bye.

Bye!

- Take this.
- Thanks.

These are for you.

For me?!

Yes, that gentleman
gave them to me...

He was there just now.

He must have left.

George.

George.

What's going on?

What's wrong? Do
you feel sick, madam?

No, no!

Madam...

Julie!

Julie.

Julie, answer me. It's George.

Julie, what happened?

Julie!

- Excuse me, miss.
- Yes?

- Where can I find a doctor?
- Down there, at the pharmacy.

Thanks.

This will make her
sleep for a few hours.

What's wrong with her?

She's in shock,
it's a powerful emotion.

When I left her down in
the village she was fine.

Well, something must have happened,

...maybe she had a fright.

You know what you can do?
I'll give you a number!

Here it is.

Doctor Arbe. He's my friend,
a good neurologist.

Barcelona's not far - by car
you'd be there in half an hour.

Thank you. Can I leave her here...

...while I go down into
the village to call?

Don't worry. She'll sleep
peacefully until this evening.

- I'll come with you.
- Not necessary. I know the way.

No, it's impossible.
I've still got two appointments,

...and I don't have a car.
I can come tomorrow.

Please, doctor. I'll pick you up.

Alright, in an hour.

Thank you, doctor, thank you.

- How much?
- 80 pesetas.

George...

George!

George!

So I brought her here,

...hoping she'd feel
better far away from it all.

Then... I don't know
what happened today.

You mentioned blood earlier.

She didn't say anything to me,

...but I understood
something straight away.

She was with that man I
told you about for a while.

He dominated her.

Blood definitely has a
strange effect on her,

...it both attracts
and repels her.

Listen,

...it would be better to
not tell her I'm a doctor.

It'll be easier.

Julie!

It smells of gas!

Quick, in the kitchen!

The door's locked.
Help me!

Julie...

Turn the gas off and
try not to breathe!

Open the window!

Let's get her out.

No pulse.

Go call, quickly, get them to send
an equipped ambulance.

- Is there any hope?
- I told you to go...

...and call the hospital.
Get on with it!

Inspector...

Doctor Arbe is here.

Very well, you can go.

Mr. Wardh, this is Doctor Arbe.

He did everything to
try and save your wife,

...but it was too late.

And I'm telling
you it wasn't suicide.

My wife was afraid of dying.

The room was locked and
sealed from the inside!

It wouldn't have happened
if she'd been with me.

Anyway, this man's guilty.

I would like to go now.

Of course, Mr. Wardh.

The funeral?

The body needs to be
available to the authorities for...

...a few days, then you can
send someone to collect it.

George!

You're late.

The money, now!

It's too hot for me here.

I have a flight to Rio!
I don't want to miss it.

Who are you scared of?

Nobody's expecting
you to be in Vienna,

...and nobody saw you here.

If the police discover one
day that the maniac didn't...

...kill Carol, your
alibi would still be valid.

Like yours, and you're
the only one with a motive.

Even if some cop
discovers our tricks...

...you're not involved.

Your passport says
you're called John McDonald,

...and Julie never met you.

But you've got a
cast iron alibi too.

If they don't get me,
you'll be fine.

They won't get you.

Julie Wardh committed suicide.

The money, now!

Okay.

Now you really are dead.

A first—rate suicide for love.

Have they paid up?

Not yet.

They want the death certificate,
it's a matter of days.

I spoke to New York.

I hope I can manage to
keep the creditors calm...

...and avoid bankruptcy. And you?

No problems.

Carol's death
means I'm the sole heir.

We've got to be careful.
If someone sees us together...

Why?

We're husband and
lover united in memories.

There's no risk.

And there never was.

I told you, didn't I?

The best time to eliminate
someone is when the police...

...are hunting a homicidal maniac.
We can help each other.

You eliminate the cousin,

...and I eliminate the wife.

They're blaming it all on him,

...even though that
idiot was caught...

...before we finished the job.

The suicide idea
worked perfectly.

Talking of which,
our black suits?

I burned them.

They're completely destroyed.
There's no evidence left.

Maybe it would be better
to throw these gloves out.

I burnt mine.

Why? They're almost new.

Did you like my line
at the police station?

"Anyway, this man's guilty!"

And how did poor
old Jean take it?

Like a kick in the guts!

He was so stupid he still
didn't believe he'd had it.

And if the Spanish
police find him?

They'll find the motive
for Mr. McDonald's suicide.

It's crucial that the insurance
company doesn't suspect anything,

...or they'll drag
it out forever.

What do you think
they could suspect?

Your wife dies well after
she'd left you, and you were...

...miles away. And it was a
clear-cut case of suicide.

Julie!

That woman!

It's her, I'm sure!

What are you talking about?

I only saw her briefly...

...it was her, Julie!

If you're already
hallucinating,

...this'll end badly.

No, it was her,

...I clearly saw her.
Lets go back.

You're crazy.

There was just a resemblance.

- No!
- I've never heard of the dead hitch-hiking.

Alright,

...just a resemblance.

So why not?

Lets go have a look.

We're screwed!

Careful!

It's over, Julie.

Call and get them to
send a tow truck.

If our police doctor hadn't noticed
that Carol Baxter had been killed...

...in a different manner
than the victims of the serial killer,

...I would have never reopened
this investigation,

...and there would have
been three more criminals.

I'm sorry, but I had no
other way to unmask them.

In thinking you were
dead they felt safe,

...and they betrayed
themselves.

But most of the credit goes
to Dr. Arbe, who saved you.

I'm leaving you in good hands.

You saved my life,

...but I feel dead all the same.

You'll be able to
forget everything.

Time heals all wounds, Julie.

Good luck!