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- OK, chief. - How's that?

- I'm on my way. - You can say that again, bud.

- Is it that Late? - You're under arrest. You a peace nut?

No, sir!

- Buenos Dias. - Buenos Dias.

- Senorita Marianne... - No. No, no, no.

Si! Si! Inside! Inside!

Francisco Alberto!

Fuera, Fuera!

♪ Every day I move away ♪

♪ From all I really am ♪

♪ And Love keeps whispering ♪

♪ And it's true ♪

♪ "I'm not for you, Marianne" ♪

♪ Oh, Love, Can't you see that my heart will grow old ♪

♪ Without you to hold in my hand? ♪

♪ You'll see me fly along some street ♪

♪ So catch me if you can ♪

♪ Love and I will never meet ♪

♪ Love's not for you, Marianne ♪

♪ Love's not for you, Marianne ♪

♪ Love and I will never meet ♪

♪ Love's not for you, Marianne ♪

You bloody idiot!

What's your game, then?

Sorry, it was a bloody accident!

You nearly had me over the cliff!

Thanks, you've been a great help!

- Oi! - What?

You all right?

- Yes, thanks. - Want a Lift?

Come on.

I don't know if I'm doing the right thing.

- Running away? - Running?

Motoring then. Driving away.

Taking this Lift. There's something about you.

You were watching.

So I'm watching. Don't men watch you?

What's wrong with you?

Something on the Left side of your face I haven't noticed? Old war wound?

Take it from me, Marianne "Hips" McDonald.

Somebody who's made a living out of being watched.

This is wrong. This car. You.

- Where the hell are you going, anyway? - Madrid. Lyon. Paris.

Calais. Dover. London. Home.

What about you? All the way?

Why not?

All the way.

Married? You have to be kidding.

- What's wrong with marriage? - Nothing. It's just not me.

I Love you.

You don't even know me.

- Besides, when I met you... - It really doesn't matter.

You're crazy.

- Anyway... - You need a friend, right?

Yeah. But nobody's ever asked me to get married before.

I'm asking you. Today.

- You can't just get married today. - We can.

I fixed it up Last Monday. We go in, Sign the book, pay the money, thank you.

Oh, now just a minute.

Why do you want to marry me?

My... mother was a Methodist.

Really.

- Oh, it's Eli. - Who?

Eli Frome, my oldest friend.

Alto saxophone. A fortune in the Lips.

- You'll Love him. - Just a minute...

- What is this marriage thing? - Well, why not?

I don't know. It won't Last Long. I know it can't.

It might. Come on, get dressed. The man's waiting.

Did a grand job with the ribbons. Eli, Marianne. Marianne, Eli.

- Hello, Marianne. - Ring, here you go.

- You're serious, aren't you? - Course he is. Rings Monday...

Never mind that. Onward, Carruthers. Don't spare the horsepower.

What's up?

- Battery. Borrowed one. - He nicked it.

Borrowed it, from a friend of mine. I'll give it back tomorrow.

Tell that to the judge.

- Where will you live? - My place.

Here we go, then.

- Cold feet, Love? - What?

Cold feet. Come on, Love.

Stop calling me "Love".

- Do we have to go through with this? - Why?

I... I don't think I Love you.

Course you do.

What about the Last two weeks?

Look... I wanna look after you.

Kids, it's time to go in. If you're going.

What's wrong?

I don't know. Probably nothing.

Come on.

Come on, it won't kill you.

- Come on. We go, yes? - No, we need another witness.

Come on, Love.

The registrar won't be a moment. If you'd care to take a seat.

Mr. Sebastian Smith?

And Miss Marianne Evans?

Would you approach the desk, please?

- Now, is there a ring? - Yes.

Err, good.

No union between two people is more completely binding than matrimony.

It is not a union to be entered into lightly for it is a contract for Life.

The man and the woman undertake to Love and to cherish the one the other

so long as they both shall live.

It is a union no less honorable, no Less sacred for being entered into

in a civil ceremony than if the couple had sought the blessing of the church.

- May we have the ring? - Yeah, he's...

Oh, dear. Well, Mr. Smith, p-perhaps you would like to kiss your bride?

Yes... Well, may I wish you both every happiness.

Ta.

- Well, that was painless. - Yeah.

It's, err, all down the boozer then. Fancy a drink, love?

- Ooh, thanks. - I bet you do. What you drinking?

May I have some details, please?

I know it's a stupid question - it is... it is that gentleman to whom you're married?

- Congratulations. - Ta.

- Chin chin. - Thank you, love.

- All the best. - I don't feel married.

- Neither do I. - Hey!

- What? - The, err, the certificate.

- Marianne got it. - Did you, love?

- What? - The certificate. Did you get it?

- Yeah. - Let's have a look then.

Mrs. Sebastian Smith. Lovely. I never thought she'd do it.

Have you found it? Stop rummaging about.

There you go - till death do us part. Ta-daa!

- What? - Jesus bloody Christ.

What is it?

- Y-You seem to be married to me. - Oh.

Yeah, well, er, let's go back and change it, eh?

- Well, it's a mistake. - I should say it bleeding is!

You're only married to the wrong geezer! Come on.

- Let me finish my drink. - Drink up, let's go.

I see. So we get you a divorce from Eli and then we get married again.

Next time he'll marry her!

We can do that if you want. It's not a divorce, it's a special annulment.

We just sign a bit of paper, it's very quick.

Not bloody quick enough.

Come on.

Oh, congratulations.

See you.

Right...

What's it all about then?

Nothing. Leave me alone.

- You did it deliberately, you cow. - No loving chat?

I loved you. I really did.

Hm. Past tense. Fickle, aren't you?

Where you going? Christ, we were gonna get married this morning.

- Fate intervened. - Fate?

- I must be goin' round the twist. - It wouldn't have worked.

I am going mad. Why did you say yes, then?

Oh, boy. That was a really cruel thing to do. Thank you.

Look, mate, I've looked after myself the last six years

and yours was the most amateur attempt yet.

- Do you want to sing soprano? - Marianne... what have I done?

- You bore me. - Oh, boy.

- You need help. You really need help. - Not from you I don't.

Adios.

Thanks for the wedding.

Take it easy.

What's going on?

Get out. Leave me alone.

You know, I've never felt like this before.

Married.

It'll scrub off in a couple of weeks.

Sure.

I know it's none of my business...

- but I just don't know what's going on. - Nothing.

Are you in some kind of trouble?

Who isn't?

Have you left him? Sebastian.

Have you got bread?

What's so funny?

Look, if... if you've no place to go...

you can use my pad. Till you get fixed up.

Sebastian won't know.

OK.

Hey.

Thanks.

What is it?

I don't know. Are you...?

Don't you like girls?

- Sure. - Oh.

You're asking... why haven't I made a pass at you?

Well, you have let me stay here for the past ten days.

- I haven't paid you anything. - Melon.

It wouldn't be unreasonable.

Payment in kind.

It wouldn't be unreasonable. Your mother isn't a Methodist, is she?

Well, Marianne?

Yes, Eli?

I understand you want to pay the rent.

Your place or mine?

Yes?

Buenos Dias. I'd like to speak to the Judge.

What is your name?

Tell him I bring news of Marianne.

That's all I needed. You better have a good reason for being here.

- We didn't always need a reason, darling. - Shut your mouth.

Surprised to see me?

Hello, Judge. Well, I, er...

You.

What do you want?

Smoke?

Mm-mm.

My father was a judge.

I should've worn my black cap.

It's a long story. I want to tell you about it.

Long long story, is it?

- Mm. - Forget it.

Hildegarde doesn't take it. I'm sure you won't mind it going the wrong way.

Saves a journey.

Oh, I'm so sorry. Would you care for a cigar?

He's not the cigar-smoking sort.

I always think they look so vulgar...

On younger people.

So...

That's where she is. My poor little girl.

It's funny, she doesn't look a bit like you.

She's my half-sister, the little tramp. I suppose you had to find each other.

- I'd give a great deal to have her back. - I bet you would!

I don't believe him. Such a lying little bastard.

Hildegarde, really. He'd hardly have come here for... social reasons.

Oh, it's money. He wants money.

And you don't?

No, of course, you'd prefer...

Anyway... we do not mention money at my dinner table.

Do tell me...

Did you fornicate with Marianne?

Daddy.

Hildegarde.

Two weeks and she'll be 21.

- Don't tug. - Sorry.

Ruth may be dead but she'll beat you yet.

Ruth...

Her mother was a beautiful woman.

And mine?

- Your mother. - Sorry, Daddy.

Hm.

And Marianne was growing up in her mother's image.

You could see it in her eyes, the way she moved.

She couldn't help herself.

Ruth was very beautiful.

One must be fair.

Fair? She ruined you.

Then again, I... want Marianne out here.

Forget the past.

How?

She hates me more than she hates you.

Oh, we shall win her heart.

Oh, don't you worry, Hildegarde,

My dear supine little daughter.

We shall indulge in an orgy of repentance.

When will you kill her?

Don't talk nonsense.

We must kill her, Dad, we must. It's not just the money.

You really are a jealous little half-sister.

What about your lust for revenge?

Don't be fanciful. No...

sweetness and Love are our weapons.

Sweetness and Love.

I've often had thoughts about taking you to bed.

That's not such an unusual thought. It's been a long, fierce summer.

Strange, obscene thoughts, in detail.

- I really ought to spank you soundly. - Yes.

- I knew you'd like it. - Yes...

Please, please!

Stop it. Stop it!

You'd only be disappointed.

Oh, it isn't that I have any thoughts about incest as a crime one way or another...

If you can't control your baser instincts.

Then I suggest you make use of our young friend.

He satisfied you once before.

Besides, he... might make up for tonight's rudeness.

Mm...

I'm still frightened to say it.

I must be confused, about Sebastian, and the wedding.

Eli?

He will ask you to bring her back.

Got no chance. We've chased her halfway round the world.

He wants his family around him. He's mellowed. Don't misjudge his motives.

What about your motives?

£700,000.

And Marianne.

May I ask an indelicate question?

He'll offer you a grand.

What will you offer?

Darling, we are getting ambitious.

I'll split the nest egg and the nest.

A grand.

A happy thousand.

- It'll take that to get her unhitched from Eli. - What?

Nothing.

Rodriguez inmediatamente.

I'll have to try and persuade her. But, er, don't worry,

I'll get her back.

My guest appears to be withholding information.

Would you be so kind as to prepare him for my next question?

Ah!

Now, darling, who is Eli?

She's married to a bloke called Eli Frome.

Morning, Judge.

Morning. How do you feel?

- Fine, providing I rise at the trot. - I am not surprised.

Young man...

I'm prepared to pay you £3,000 to bring Marianne here before her birthday.

- Which is? - Rodriguez will give you £500 for expenses.

You will leave at six. Her birthday is the 14th.

- What about Eli? - He's not to be harmed.

Bring him with you. She would hardly trust you by herself.

- 13 days. - Your arithmetic is good.

Unlucky for some, 13.

- Thank you. - OK, buddy, bye.

Take care.

- What's this? - We're police, sir.

- My car? - Come with us, sir.

Just a minute, what's going on?

- Young lady, er... - Miss Evans.

- You may know her as McDonald. - Marianne?

You better come with us, sir.

- In here? - If you please, sir.

Take a seat, sir.

What is this?

- Smoke? - Thanks.

Listen, what's going on, am I being pinched?

Nothing to worry about, sir.

Hello, lover!

God, its dark in here.

Mm... What is it?

What's the matter?

- You're hurt. - No. Not me.

You've been in a fight.

Do you want a cup of tea?

- What happened? - I don't know.

Two men tried to wipe me out.

No, Eli, these men...

It was a mistake, they thought I was somebody else.

Balls. You're married to me. They have a contract.

They have a what?

- What if this guy dies? - He won't die.

Not by the sound of things.

It must have been the Judge.

Who is this "Judge"?

He's my father.

Listen...

whatever this trouble is - the Judge, the wedding -

if you wanna tell me, fine, but wait till you're ready.

I won't be going anywhere.

♪ Every day I move away ♪

♪ From all I really am ♪

♪ And love keeps whispering ♪

♪ And it's true ♪

♪ "I'm not for you, Marianne" ♪

♪ Oh, love, can't you see that my heart will grow old ♪

♪ Without you to hold in my hand? ♪

♪ You'll see me fly along some street ♪

♪ So catch me if you can ♪

♪ Love and I will never meet ♪

♪ Love's not for you, Marianne ♪

♪ Love's not for you, Marianne ♪

♪ You'll see me fly along some street ♪

♪ So catch me if you can ♪

♪ Love and I will never meet ♪

♪ Love's not for you, Marianne ♪

- How's married Life? - What the hell do you want?

Charming, what have I done?

Oh, nothing, I suppose. Come in.

And where's the Lovely Mrs. Frome?

Damned if I know. Must be in the loo. What the hell time is it?

About eight.

- So how is married life? - What? Oh...

You making tea?

What's up?

Marianne.

- Sure this is all right? - Yes, thanks a lot.

- Well, you should be pleased. - Why?

Well, you wanted to marry her.

Well... you seem pretty happy together.

What?

I had you figured differently.

No hard feelings. Marriage? I must've been mad.

So, what do you wanna do about it?

Would you help me to look for her?

Sure.

Thanks.

- Er... - What?

Listen, there's something very dangerous going on.

- What? - Yesterday two blokes tried to rub me out.

- What's that supposed to mean? - Rub me out.

- Kill me. - By accident?

With a rope, mate. A bloody rope!

Something to do with a judge.

Yeah. Well, er... We better find her, hadn't we?

Where've you been?

In Portugal, with the Judge.

Maybe we should use two cars.

No.

I don't know about go-go dancing.

Got a costume?

No. I usually work in my bikini. I'm quite suntanned.

Oh.

Are you now?

So the Judge is really her father?

- Maybe she's in the drugstore. - She said he tried to kill me.

No. No, it wasn't him.

He wants you and Marianne to go out there.

If we ever find her.

I can pay you three pounds a night. That includes the, er, dancing, as well.

If you're short of a few bob right now I expect I could...

find a bit somewhere, you know.

Well, when are we, er... gonna see you in this bikini then?

Have a look at the goods, as it were.

I think we'll forget it.

Darling... I'm back.

I need you.

- How very touching. - Oh, Christ, you.

Charming. Almost the same words your father used.

You're a bastard.

You're a bloody little fool.

Get some clothes on.

That's all I need, for Eli to come home and find us.

Here.

Sorry, Love.

It's been one of those weeks.

I-I went to Portugal for you.

The Judge. That bitch.

I got beaten up for my pains.

Get out.

Oh, Marianne. Not again.

- Marianne? - Thank God you're back.

I'm back? Where did you get to?

Never mind that. Can you get rid of this? I've got some things to tell you.

- How about some tea? - What?

Come on, fill the kettle.

Oh, for Christ's sake, this is ridiculous.

You... you don't know about him?

Maybe not. Why don't you let him tell you?

- Do you believe him? - No. I don't know.

The Judge was done out of half a million by my mother.

Your mother?

Mm. Then she disappeared, and later she died of something strange.

The Judge took me away from school

and I lived with him for a while, and everything seemed fine.

Then things got very weird.

- So I took off. - Look, we can't go on like this.

Let's go and see the Judge. Get it over with.

"We"? Darling, it's nothing to do with you.

You're kidding? After yesterday?

I've been terrified for the last six years.

And now?

I'm scared.

Senorita Marianne. Nice to see you again.

- Fine. Which car? - Hello, Rodriguez.

Er... My car, my own car, it's coming on another plane.

It's already at the villa, your car.

Oh. Terrific. Right.

Shall we go in?

Memories?

Jesus, I wish we'd never come here.

Funny.

Hello?

What do you think?

- Probably out. - I'm not so sure.

Is he really a judge?

Was. He was unfrocked, or whatever they do to bent judges.

"Un" them.

You "un" them.

Anyway, it was a very boring existence.

I imagine you must be Eli.

I'm very pleased to meet you, Eli.

There, you see I... I'm not an ogre. Am I, Rodriguez?

No... sir.

Are you glad to see my daughter again, Rodriguez?

Drinks now, please.

I don't know what to say. You've grown up.

Why did you try to kill Eli?

Every time I hear that name I think of the Bible.

Or was that Esau? Kill him?

Oh, no, no. It was just, I thought, a perfect piece of play-acting.

No harm was intended, it was just meant to appeal to a chivalrous instinct.

Instincts lacking, I may say, in our friend Sebastian,

to whom I'm paying, er... £3,000 to make sure that you both got here.

We had to be certain, you see.

No, no... I didn't want you killed in London.

Pieces of silver.

Oh, on the contrary, I think you'll find he's been a very good friend.

Oh, don't worry, Eli, it isn't poison.

Or would you care to try mine?

And how much have you told your husband about yourself?

Practically everything.

- About Ruth? - Your wife?

No, we were never married. She left me after a little while, as you probably know.

Shortly afterwards she died. Tragically.

Then I got Marianne to come and live with both of us here,

and after a few months she ran away.

I got the craziest notion that you were both... particularly my sister,

Trying to kill me.

Hello, darling. I hear you've scored with Sebastian.

- How sweet. - Bless you, my children.

Sebastian, come into the garden.

These homecoming parties are such a bore.

- I don't like it. - You could have fooled me.

He complicates matters. Knows all about the money, it's obvious.

The question is, my darling, does he know about the notes?

Notes? You were talking about cash.

Look, love, I know about the notes.

Question is... does Marianne?

But if you and Marianne's mother were on the crook,

how could you be a judge as well?

Your husband has the most charming way of putting things.

You see, my boy, the chicken came before the golden egg.

I got rather tired of servicing people who had more money than we had.

But they caught you, didn't they?

- Eventually. - Why didn't you go to prison?

I think perhaps that's enough for one evening.

Dinner is at 8.30.

- Where's our room? - Follow me. Please.

I don't understand, he couldn't wait to get them out here.

After all we've been through.

Yeah, well, perhaps he's got his own plans. For both of 'em.

No. I think he actually likes the little bitch.

- Do you know how he got his half million? - No.

He charged ten grand for every year he took off their sentences.

- Something like that. - Ten grand?

'Then two bent financers who were up for fraud wouldn't play.'

- He had them disposed of. - Jesus.

Why didn't he hang?

Not enough to convict him.

Besides, it was hushed up in the name of British justice.

Oh, my God.

- Well, what are we doing here? - He wants a number.

Number?

Of a Swiss bank account.

Ruth - my mother - she had the money under a numbered account

- with the documents. - What documents?

Notes... that could convict the Judge.

It was a way of her reassuring my safety.

I know the number, but it can't be collected until the 14th of this month.

My 21st birthday.

Two days. Well, then what?

I won't let him near you.

It's not him, it's Hildegarde.

All right, my children, don't wait for me.

Hello.

Eli, would you do something for me?

- Yes, of course. - Drive into town for some claret?

A case would do.

Claret? Now?

Oh, no, no, no. Some time tomorrow will do.

What sort do you want?

Well, you seem to be a young man who knows about such things.

They do have some excellent Pichon-Longueville '55.

Oh, don't worry about Marianne.

Oh, I admit I'm trying to get rid of you...

I would like just a little while with my daughter.

Only to talk. Something we haven't done for a long time.

And maybe we should have.

It would be nice... just to be a family again.

Marianne?

I'll be OK.

- Where you going? - Into town. Coming?

No, er... Take the Healey if you like.

- I'm not sure... - You'll get back quicker.

Thanks.

I will drive you.

What?

I will drive you in.

It's all right, I prefer to drive myself.

El Judge, he say I... Look after you.

- You know? - I know, and it's very kind of the El Judge

but I'd rather drive. Thank you.

Push that.

- That's the brake, yes? - Yes, the brake, yes. Push it.

You follow me. I drive, eh?

Maybe it was nothing.

It was probably nothing.

Anyway, thanks.

Watch the sun.

It can really hurt on a day like this.

Why don't you find your own little corner?

You know, the Judge is really soft on you this time.

- You know my trouble? - What?

I really want to believe we can live like this. I really do.

So? We're living like this.

Yeah, but all the heavy stuff. All you really want is the money.

Look around, does it look like we're starving?

But if only Ruth had left the money.

Ruth took more than the money. Maybe you'll bring that back.

What can I say?

Nothing, I suppose. Anyway, I'm gonna take a steam bath.

What? In this heat?

Just what you need, it sweats out all the blackheads.

Charming.

Then plunge into a cold bath. It's good for you.

You're kidding.

Come and try it.

Oh, come on, don't be so stupid!

Give us a hand.

If you try anything, I'll cripple you.

I'm not going to give you the chance.

Is he good?

- Who? - Eli.

As good as Sebastian?

Sebastian's inventive but he does lack stamina.

- What are you doing? - Just turning up the steam.

Can't have a steam bath without steam.

Marianne?

Yes, it takes time to get really hot in here.

It's quite cool in here.

Just wait.

Where the hell are you going? You can't go in there.

Why not? They both know me.

Care to join us, Your Honour?

Get out of it.

- Get out of my house. - Piss off, Judge.

It's time for summer recess.

Times they are a-changing, Judgy-fudgy.

On your way. It's question time for the prodigal daughter.

Marianne.

- Marianne! - Go away. Go and read a book.

In a few minutes we'll have the number we've all been waiting for.

And we'll take more care getting it than you took with her mother.

Poor Ruth.

Who told you this?

I forbid you to tell that to Marianne.

I ask you not to.

- Please. - Going soft?

- If she dies... - If she dies we don't get the number.

Look, Love, go and have a Lie down, have a sleep.

When you wake up we'll have the number.

And believe me, I shall know what to do with those notes.

Be careful, young man.

Be very, very careful.

For your own sake.

They've abolished the death penalty, mate. Or didn't anyone tell you?

Rodriguez.

Rodriguez?

Rodriguez!

Rodriguez!

Rodriguez!

Isn't this hot enough?

Try it as Long as you can take it. It's good for you.

Well...

I...

Not so tough, are you?

OK, I'll turn it down.

Hildegarde.

Hildegarde.

H-Hildegarde...

That ought to do it, she'll be as weak as a child.

Get the number. Once we get that I've got one or two ideas.

Yeah, I'm sure you have.

But the Judge'll be just as pleased as us to get his money back. And the notes.

- Don't blow it. - I've waited six years for this!

Outside.

Quickly, before the Judge answers it.

Villa Malieska.

Police? Yes.

Accident?

Healey.

Austin Healey.

Healey.

Hello?

Yeah. Yeah.

Red Austin Healey, yeah.

It belongs to me.

I'm... I'm a guest at the villa.

No. No, the Judge wasn't driving it, no.

Huh?

Yeah.

Well...

We'll be here all afternoon, yeah.

O-OK, thanks.

Jesus.

I've killed the Judge.

Hey... Look, I'm sorry, Love.

They... they're on their way up.

The police.

What about her?

God, I don't know.

There's no time for tears.

I want her...

And one other thing.

I suppose you want a beer?

Hello?

Eli, thank God. Where are you?

What?

Am I in danger?

No. No, no, everybody's gone out.

Sorry?

No, Hildegarde...

Is the Judge with you?

Oh.

Wh... Yeah.

Yes, I do know it.

The ruined nunnery, yes, I do.

All right. Yeah, I'll leave now.

OK. Bye-bye, darling.

Eli...?

I love you.

Eli?

Eli?

- Jesus! - Wrong but flattering.

- I suppose you're Looking for Eli. - Where is he?

He'll be along.

- Marianne. - What?

You've got to help me.

- Me help you? - I've been a fool. It's all gone wrong.

She's mad, you know. She's quite insane. I-I suddenly realized, she wanted to kill you.

It wasn't just the number.

That's why I got you and Eli to meet me here.

Fascinating.

You really are quite unstable, aren't you?

Look, I only went along with her to get the number.

I wouldn't let her hurt you.

It was... the news of the Judge that really made me think.

What news?

Don't you know?

No. You tell me.

Why me?

The Judge is dead.

He died in a car crash in my car.

You should've Left him alone.

He's just getting old.

You and her are like bloody vultures.

The brakes went.

She wanted to kill you then and there.

Look, Love, just tell me the number.

You still want the number?

What good will it do you? You can't blackmail the Judge, he's dead!

Look, there's more in that Swiss bank account than blackmail notes.

There's files on politicians, gamblers, whole banking houses.

Blank cheques, Marianne.

And 700 grand, Sebastian.

Please don't forget that.

Did you see her when you told her about my father?

- Let's make this quick. - Hold her down.

- I'm going to be sick. - You will be.

- Come on, Love, Let's have that number. - Now!

No!

For Christ's sake, take it easy.

- Shut up and hold her. - Shouldn't we get the number first?

Oh!

Help me...

Please!

Help me!

Senor!

Senor, por favor!

Por favor! Please, take me into town!

Qué Le pasa?

- No argumente. Please, now. - Inglese?

- Si, Anglais. - Senora Frome?

- Yes. - Senora, it is you we have come for.

There's been an accident.

- Si. Si, I know. - Ah. Then come with us.

Yes.

Please, hurry.

- So sorry this should have happened. - Yes.

When did you last see the deceased?

Just before... before midday.

He left a note on his typewriter.

And you did not see him after that?

No.

Please come with me.

- Strange smell. - Formaldehyde.

This will be unpleasant. Just take one Look to confirm the identity and then I'll close it.

No...

No...

Oh, no...

- Thank you. - More police will be here tomorrow.

The circumstances...

- I understand. - We could wait.

- No, please. - Good night, senora.

Listen. Have they gone?

Listen... Listen...

It's just you and me, Rodriguez. We're all that's left.

Now that the Judge is dead, it's us.

We need that number.

Mm. Then we get rid of her.

Father's dead, you know.

Just as well. Just as well.

But her... We get rid of her now!

Her Little boyfriend is dead, you know? Sebastian fixed that.

So now it's... it's her.

Bring her. Bring her to me.

The Judge is dead.

Poor father.

And that Eli.

They'll think he's drowned.

Clever Sebastian.

Rodriguez...

Poor Rodriguez.

These hot... hot nights.

And no one to stroke you.

Hildegarde likes Rodriguez.

Rodriguez...

Senora...

it is morning.

The police will be here soon.

I...may have to go with them.

But before... If there is anything I can do?

No.

Nothing.

♪ Oh, Love, can't you see that my heart will grow old ♪

♪ Without you to hold in my hand? ♪

♪ You'll see me fly along some street ♪

♪ So catch me if you can ♪

♪ Love and I will never meet ♪

♪ Love's not for you, Marianne ♪