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610, passenger Coriolani-Trubetskoy

we repeat, Coriolani-Trubetskoy is asked to hurry to exit number 4.

Don't worry, they'll let us in.

For flight Pan American number 610, passenger Coriolani-Trubetskoy

is asked to hurry to exit number 4.

Open it, if you're ready.

Please, first those with the blue boarding pass. Thank you.

Coriolani-Trubetskoy, I presume?

Please be seated, we must close the door.

Taxi! - I'm in a hurry.

Taxi!

KILL ME QUICK, I'M COLD

Sorry, I'm in a rush.

Oh, hello. Welcome.

Hello. - I'll take the jewel case.

Safe deposit box no. 28.

Hello, Countess.

Room 125 for the Contessina Trubetskoy!

125 for...!

Excuse me.

Hello, Count Sir.

123 for Count Mattei Colombo.

What now?

What the...

Yes?

Since only one person can shower at at time,

do you think the gentleman next door will let me finish mine?

Thank you.

Hello?

By all means.

I'm calling London, when they ring, bring me the phone. - Will do.

London for number 125 at the solarium!

London's on the line.

London, Countess. - London, Count.

Hello?

Yes? - No, Miss, this isn't for you.

What do you mean it isn't?

Listen,

They're delivering my new boat and I want to test it.

I'll see you in Mallorca. Who? Onassis?

OK, do your best.

Cancel New York! I'm on holiday. You understand?

Yes, I'll find a review. Keep Vadim. OK, bye.

Hello?

Has anyone ever told you that your behavior is purely childish?

No, why don't we talk it over? - Where do you want to meet?

In bed, with you.

In this heat?

I was talking to Warren, since he stayed in London.

The Rothschild boy? Nice, isn't he?

I'll call him and cancel the cruise now that I found you. What do you say?

That the Van Clifts are coming tomorrow night.

Then you're mine until tomorrow afternoon.

I won't insist about tonight.

Why not? Shall we start tonight?

Hey, what's your name?

I mean your real name.

Is this a psychological test...

or a game? - A society game,

Coriolani-Trubetskoyva. - An old one then.

It was fashionable in London, but last year.

Ice? - Thanks.

Thanks yes, or thanks no?. - You're perfect, yes.

Alright then, I'll go first.

I'm not Count Matteo Colombo.

I'm not a billionaire, not even a millionaire.

I live on my wits.

I'm completely unknown in high society.

But I'm always hunting for especially interesting women.

That is, rich and seductive... Thank you.

And easy to rob. - Very interesting.

And which category do I belong to? - All three, naturally.

Naturally.

And this apartment? The champagne, clothes, speedboat?

Tools of the trade to throw dust in their eyes.

And all those names? - Reading the society column.

And London? The call from the morning?

Rule no. 1: Call London when you check into a good hotel.

What about all this stuff? - Rule no. 2:

Bring expensive looking luggage when you check into a good hotel.

Especially locked and empty inside.

Like your jewelry case.

My...? - Jewelry case.

I didn't want to steal it, that's not my style.

It's over there, they brought it in with the whiskey.

Shall we bet it's empty?

Did you see that waiter?

He gave me the letter. - What letter?

He brought it with the whiskey. It's a kind of letter that always works.

I wrote it to myself.

I have a dozen of them ready. Here it is.

A relative has a friend in trouble.

It's a fact that no man would refuse a Trubetskoyva to get her into bed.

It's fantastic!

It's fantastic.

So when did I give myself away? - Never.

You were absolutely perfect. You looked like a snob.

Well then?

Precisely. Too snobbish for a real snob!

My God, how wonderful!

How wonderful you're not a count, don't you think?

That I'm no countess

and I don't have to lie to you, to seduce you,

or con you.

My God, how beautiful!

How beautiful that we're just two kids.

Are you sure the insurance will pay? - It's all taken into account:

To retrieve the boat from the deep would cost more than paying the 20 million.

And we're going to buy a much bigger motorboat!

No, we'll put the money to good use. - And we'll double it.

In a few weeks, it will bear fruit and where do we start?

Ideas? - We'll avoid the obvious places.

Not Hawaii, not Miami, not Saint-Tropez...

Please, excuse me.

Pardon me, Ma'am, but isn't that an American hazelnut?

Of course. It is extraordinary, especially for muscle spasms.

It's soaked in ether for 30 days.

30 days in ether?

It's a Turkish recipe given by an odalisque to my brother.

We know many recipes like this. - My goodness!

It's extraordinary! - Want to try?

No, don't you have a decent whiskey? - Decent whiskey, Sir?

Let me point out that here we have the best and most popular brands.

Exactly, let's go with the less popular, say, 30 year old Ballantine.

Oh, certainly. We always keep a few samples in the safe.

And I have the key with me. - That's great.

I heard everything, Sir.

You don't realize you caused my heart to skip a beat.

Allow me to explain:

For us, Scots,

the 30 year old Ballantine is more than just fine whiskey.

More than a mere bottle... - It's an old, glorious banner.

I understand, Mr... - Clay. Albert Clay.

Matteo Colombo. - Mr Matteo,

I manufacture the soft drink Clay Cola,

which is better than Marton Cola.

But in my heart, believe me,

not many people know of 30 year old Ballantine, so when I meet someone who...

I'm not a real connoisseur,

but I have with me here a great whiskey expert.

Ah, here she comes.

Ah, your wife? - My sister.

My brother.

You must absolutely tell the lady about your formula.

Not only that, but you must also tell me everything about Turkey.

I've always had a great passion for that country.

Of course, that year is exceptional.

Your brother told me that you... - That I?

...are a living whiskey encyclopedia.

Giovanna? - Yes?

You want the porthole open or closed? He'll be here in a half hour.

Better open.

And what do you want to hear? The Hollies or Chopin?

Better Chopin. It's more in keeping with our time.

You're so beautiful.

What?

Come now, rule no. 3: On the first date, you must be...

Right. You're right. Right away to work!

Look at the mess I'm capable of making.

It's quite a mess. I'm maladjusted!

You've been warned, eh?

Wig!

If you want me to hurry, you mustn't look at me like that.

Listen... - OK.

Later.

You're so beautiful.

You really are beautiful, eh?

Have you taken note of the past?

You think that it's gone.

But it isn't.

The past never really goes away.

I left him 5 years ago, Ruth.

And this morning he reappeared like a ghost.

Now he's on the bridge and if I don't go to him, he'll jump.

May I?

Oh, Albert! I must apologize, I was about to go out.

After 5 years, a woman reappeared before me like a ghost.

She phoned from the pool and if I don't go, she'll jump in and she can't swim.

So, it's clear, you'll stay? Else, I'll be offended.

Make yourself at home: your whiskey, a comfortable armchair, smoke a pipe,

you can come and go and even receive!

Oh, look who's here: Ruth!

What a pleasure. What are you doing here?

Please forgive me, but I can't stand blackmail.

Extorting money is one thing, but emotional blackmail...

I can't stand it.

Franco...!

Oh, hello.

I was looking for Franco.

Oh, here she is, finally!

We've looked for you everywhere!

I've been looking for you too. This captain's invitation is so annoying.

I really wanted to spend another afternoon with you.

It doesn't matter, dear.

Franco too? - Him too.

But tomorrow you shall not escape us.

Of course, dear.

Excuse me, can you explain why we aren't seeing the Clays today?

Because we're seeing the Martons.

Who?

The Martons.

The Marton Cola Martons.

But when did you meet him?

A half hour from now.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Marton.

Excuse me, what did you say?

Oh, I'm sorry. I mistook you for Edward B. Marton.

But I am actually Marton.

Of the Marton Cola. I just don't recall where...

I have no doubt you saw me, Mr...? - Marton.

Excuse me, Miss, but I'm quite sure I didn't.

Let's see, do you know Gabbert in New York?

Of course, I met you there.

Now I remember. - But I really don't. Goodbye, Sir.

Don't worry, it doesn't matter.

If I don't go, she'll jump.

You understand, right? Stay, make yourself at home.

Giovanna? Oh, Alice, what a pleasure.

What are you doing here?

Please forgive me, but I can't stand blackmail.

Extorting money is one thing, but emotional blackmail I can't stand.

Franco...!

Oh, hello. I...

I was looking for Franco.

They're not even nice? I know, but I feel sorry for them.

Do you realize that we're now their great diversion?

Their lives revolve around money.

Everything's expected, everything's planned.

Maybe that's why I couldn't be jealous of them even if I tried.

It's not just that we aren't jealous.

It's something different, something more.

See, the fact that I knew you were over here,

and you knew I was over there...

I can't explain it, but it gives me a sense of peace,

of security.

It's as if you and I,

just like that, know that we could never,

ever betray each other.

No, Albert, it's nothing.

A temporary depression.

I'll get some air. Excuse me.

No, it's nothing, Ruth. I'll be back later.

Just some fresh air.

Bye, darling. - Bye.

Hi, Albert. - Hi.

Impossible. She threw it away.

My sister does that. She takes things and throws them away.

Because she's a kleptomaniac, not a thief.

And so Alice Marton wants me to pay back the value of the ring.

Or... well, you understand me. - Will you give in, Franco?

Understand me, Ruth, my sister's honor is at stake.

My brother, you understand? I had to accept that

he was incurable.

And when I saw him with Marton's watch,

I had a foreboding.

Of what?

About that stealing disease, kleptomania.

However,

for a woman who's isn't ugly,

silencing a man isn't all that difficult.

How?

Albert dear, dear Albert.

I told you, he wants the money or... you get it?

Oh, yeah?

You will give in to Dick Marton? - Please!

If you knew how he looks at me, in such a way...!

On the other hand, I don't have the money.

He won't accept checks.

He's all about profit,

and I can't stand that. - Wait!

Yes?

It's nothing, Alice. I'm fine.

I'll take a sedative or a pill. It doesn't matter.

No, Dick, it's nothing.

I need some air.

Go to work.

Hi, Edward.

Will you give in, Franco?

My sister's honor is at stake.

You'll give in to an Albert Clay? - Do you know how he looks at me?

He's a monster with eyes that...

On the other hand, I don't have the money... Ugh!

He's all about profit, and I can't stand that.

Wait!

Listen.

Yes?

From Cyprus, 335 degrees. Perfect.

And before us, Trieste.

Italian Trieste, back to the motherland.

What did you say?

Motherland?

Ah, nothing. I wasn't trying to offend the fatherland.

What fatherland?

My mother!

Oh, God! I forgot her!

I completely forgot my mother! My mommy!

If it's her birthday, you can always send her a cable.

We have a wireless phone on board.

But, no! I forgot all about her!

Well, what can you do? Sooner or later, we forget our parents.

It's part of growing up, of becoming adults.

You don't get it. I forgot her in a hotel,

instead of paying the 3 million lire bill.

As a hostage. Do you understand what I did?

Yes, I understand.

But when? - Let me think...

Wait, what year is this?

64...

And where is this hotel?

Well, it's... It's on the other side.

40 centimeters from here. How long will it take us to get there?

Franchino, one moment. - I'm afraid, we'll have to go around.

Oh, but you still don't get it? She's an old woman.

Maybe she's taken prisoner, mistreated.

Yes, but... - Franco, please, There's no time to lose, we must run.

I beg you, right now. - Calm down, wait.

If we take a very fast car, we can go across Italy. - Yes.

And get out over here. - Yes. Yes...

What are we going to do with this motorboat?

The nearest port is 100 kms from here.

But isn't it insured?

Are you sure it was here? - Of course.

Look, the one thing I have is a sense of direction.

Then there's the hill overlooking the sea, the dusty road...

I don't think this is the hotel.

Franco!

Is that an Indian?

Harmless, skinny. - Franco,

there's something strange here. It isn't normal to see an Indian.

Of course, absolutely normal. Though we were being illogical.

No, forget logic, because it's wrong.

OK, let's try another hill.

Well, we're here.

This doesn't look like it either.

How it's changed. There were bungalows here.

With all the time that's passed...

I'll never find her again.

I had to try. - Of course.

It was a beautiful trip.

Now let's sleep... - Run!

Everything's changed.

Where can she be?

Miss, are you sure?

I don't know. I realized it all of a sudden.

And yet I had it two minutes ago.

I don't mind so much because of its value,

but it couldn't have just vanished.

I'm sorry.

Do you need something? - How scary! Let's beat it!

We want to sleep.

Sorry, that's impossible.

Are they doing a new game down there?

A party game. - What?

Sorry, but we have no rooms.

Like the ones that were fashionable in London...

a few years ago. - Yes, here.

We can't even accommodate you in the lobby.

And with a sea view, please. And quiet.

High up, OK?

And with a terrace. - With a terrace.

I think I've made it sufficiently clear that

that we have no rooms, high up, low or quiet!

You think he made it clear?

The way he made it clear...

No. - See?

You didn't make it clear enough.

I think I made it very clear!

Did you hear that? He thinks so. - Who?

It's useless. He doesn't understand.

He doesn't know.

Anyway, we don't intend to stay.

We're looking for Countess Trubetskoy, our mother.

But since she isn't here... - Countess Trubetskoy's children?

You should've said so right away. - He's talking about your mother.

Unfortunately, the countess is out. - Thank God, she's alive.

The Countess has been traveling a lot since I bought the hotel.

Can this be a mistake?

It's her. Totally her style.

Cristiana!

Cristiana!

Do you know where the necklace was? In your make-up kit, in your room.

Everybody, please be lenient. - Bellboy!

Porters! Wake up!

Oh, excuse me.

Wow, you're beautiful!

Are you sure? - Sorry.

Don't mention it.

Dear Count, dear Countess, I'm all yours.

The Countess speaks of you often, especially the gentleman.

A diplomat, correct? I'll put you in her apartment.

The entire top floor. - A floor?

Only one? But there are two of us.

Oh, sorry.

Wake-up is on Thursday at eleven. We're known for being quiet.

I hear a buzzing noise.

Me too.

Me too...

Well, it's a helicopter.

So, it's fine...

That buzzing...

How many people!

She's the sister of the guy who said you were beautiful.

He's nice.

Oh, yes, he must be the brother of the woman who lost her necklace.

That, instead, is an envelope.

Shall we think about it when we wake up?

No! No! Help! Help! No!

Say, is that her again?

Yes, I think so.

She seems to be very down.

A rich hysteric.

Yes, rather strange.

Necklaces, helicopters, sealed envelopes.

We should delve deeper, you know?

Wouldn't she be more comfortable in a bed?

Much... more... comfortable...

God, she's heavy.

I have low blood pressure...

So weak...

Let's have a look.

A nice hand, but too much polish.

Nice teeth, but not enough polish.

Dry hair.

Visible pores.

Then this...

A typical attempt at violence with marks.

This is something for brothers to deal with.

And I need a drink. - Me too, me too.

Ah, yes, the brother.

We should let him know.

Where am I?

Have no fear. You're among friends.

Brother, we should make an attempt to wake up.

Hello, beauty! - What?

Hey,

Who did it? - I don't know.

What do you mean? It must've been someone with you

who wanted to do who knows what. Then you fought back.

He lost his head and... - You mean he wanted to rape me?

No, he wanted to kill me!

Come, killing somebody like that nowadays simply doesn't happen.

He wanted to strangle me.

He entered my room, and I escaped but he caught me, threw me on the bed and...

To kill you better.

Say, what's your name? - Cristiana.

Bravo, Cristiana. Now you'll see that it's all over.

We'll let your brother know and... - Don't!

They want to kidnap me! I'm afraid! Why don't you believe me?

Of course, we believe you. Why shouldn't we?

Stay here, calm down, sleep and we'll go over there.

And if you like, we'll lock the door. Happy now?

So, I can stay? Thank you.

Do you realize these are people who get their mail delivered by helicopter?

I think the attack is related to that envelope.

Anyway, I think that if she wanted...

Hey, is that her? - Come, let's follow her.

Who is driving? - I couldn't see.

Hurry, get the car! - Yes, let's go.

Hey, we can keep following them,

but this doesn't look like a kidnapping.

She was half dead and now she appears in a black Mercedes?

Who is she? Modesty Blaise?

They're going to stop at some point, right? - Sure.

The earth is round.

Are you joking? - What joke? Please.

They can go on forever.

Going around in circles.

Aren't you cold? - No.

I'm hungry.

You're not hungry?

I'm thirsty.

Keep going.

Where the heck are they going?

The joke's on them:

They certainly got to stop to get gas, right?

We're out of gas.

Oh, God, no! - Oh, God, yes!

I think we lost them. Amen.

What? - That's her.

Well, well...

We got her.

She won't get away.

Rule no. 4: Trust your intuition.

I knew right away...

Some place, not at all reassuring. You still want to do this?

Of course, things get interesting when they get complicated, right?

But...!

Oh, my God! Did she die for real this time?

No, she's breathing. - Hurry up.

Come on, it's all over.

Look what a complicated way to die you chose!

It was him! It was him! - Again?

Always on the bed? - No, there are no beds here,

on that frame. - This time, tell us the truth, OK?

So every time he wants to kill you, he takes off your clothes?

He does it for his alibi.

What?

Alibi? For what?

Please take me with you, far from here as possible!

How far?

Forgive me, but I don't understand. It's not...

Logical. - See, she's a very logical girl.

In short, it was my brother.

Eh? - Who?

The killer! It's a long story.

He feels he's been cheated out of an inheritance from grandfather.

He took it badly and decided to take justice into his own hands.

If it looks like a sexual crime, no one will suspect a brother.

Sure. - Why don't you report him then?

How can I? He's my brother.

So what? He's trying to kill you, and you bring up family ties?

Hey, Franco.

If she thinks it's best to avoid the police

and keep it in the family, she must have good reasons.

Do you realize, Franco, that some people...

will go so far as to kill for money?

We...

Thank God we're not like that.

We love money to death too... - Eyes ahead!

..except that we need it to live.

And that's why we love it.

Very organized, eh?

Damn! But this is...

This is the famous will for which her brother tried to kill her.

Say, it's almost a billion.

Hey, with loot like that, you can drive a Maserati.

Or go around the world.

Where am I?

Oh God, my brother! Let me out!

Why do you want to get out? You're coming with us.

Don't worry, we're taking you far from your brother.

Happy now? - How sweet of you!

Oh, how nice!

You don't know how much I owe you.

A billion.

Excuse me, where are we going? - To London.

Great, eh? There's the Thames, the smog, and even the English.

Oh, London!

London is so big, it's the perfect place to hide.

"..the will is conditional on the marriage of my granddaughter Cristiana..."

All those parks! Dad used to go there to buy shirts.

Just think, how nice!

By contrast, our father sent them here to be ironed.

You remember, Franco? - No.

What do you mean you don't? - I don't remember at all.

Don't tell me that's the Channel. - What?

The Channel? No, I don't think so.

It's probably an irrigation canal.

IMBECILE, WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU?

It's still beautiful, all so beautiful.

RETARD, IF SHE DOESN'T MARRY, SHE WON'T GET A CENT

It's because we're so high up. It's an optical illusion.

EXACTLY, IDIOT

My brother is really unbearable today.

YOU'LL MARRY HER

On the contrary, I think he's very nice.

Oh, sure. But only sometimes.

He thinks you're great too.

"Among the most exciting girls I've ever met."

POWER OF ATTORNEY He said it while you were sleeping.

Well, Franco? Isn't that true?

Of course, it's true. Actually, she looks a lot like my wife.

Oh, you're married? A lucky woman.

Well, not so much.

AND IF SHE DOESN'T GIVE ME POWER OF ATTORNEY?

You can't always live in the past. She's been dead for 3 years!

He can't always live in the past. She's been dead for 3 years.

An accident?

AN ACCIDENT

WE'LL BE WIDOWED AND INHERIT, GOT IT?

I can't always live in the past.

She's been dead for 3 years.

The suitcases will be brought shortly. They've already arrived.

Really? How are they? - Well, I believe.

Here they are. - You'll definitely be pleased.

Our agency always ensures the best. Here we are on the first floor.

They are 3 identical apartments, one above the other, exquisitely renovated.

I hope we haven't lost the keys. Oh, here they are!

Do any of you have a preference? - Aren't they all the same?

Yes, in a certain sense, but if you let me,

I'd like to give you some details. - Details?

No, listen, it's better if you accompany these two upstairs

and give them the details. Later they'll tell me everything.

It will be perfectly fine. Thank you.

Shall we go? - Yes.

Who's there?

Splendid architecture, don't you think?

New approaches, definitely avant-garde.

Oh, yes, definitely.

You're an architect, I assume? - No.

Then who are you? - You know me very well.

I'm Sergio, Cristiana's brother.

Ah, yes, Sergio.

Luckily, you came to London. It's the ideal place to meet.

I knew right away that between us that night...

When I saw you at the hotel, it was as if you had entered me.

Yes, that tragic evening. - Tragic?

No, I was thinking of my sister.

Please have a seat. - Thank you, you're very kind.

Don't mention it

Thanks again. - You're welcome.

Once again. So...

There must be a reason why I'm here, right?

You never asked! - I was supposed to ask?

Sorry, my mistake. You must be here for a reason, right?

No. - No.

There are two reasons.

One: to see you again.

Yes, I know it's a cliche, but it's true!

Let's move to the second. - The second is...

To prevent Cristiana from marrying my brother.

I say, either you say nothing,

or you say everything.

Fine, it's no use!

I should've realized it right away, but there's no point in talking!

You'll take it all the wrong way! - Come, don't get so discouraged. Relax.

But you don't know her: A compulsive liar, a crazy woman!

Who? - Cristiana!

Giovanna, you are very...

You mean to me more than you can imagine.

This doesn't prove anything.

No, wait one moment, please!

Just one moment. - Yes?

Explain in more detail.

Do you remember that night she lost the necklace?

She invented the whole story!

She had hidden it herself in her make-up kit.

She invents everything about me. I'm sure she says I want to...

Where are you? Kill her! She invents acts of aggression,

tubes shoved down her throat! Did you she tell you that story?

No, I saw that one with my own eyes.

She was tied up!

You don't know her. You don't know what Cristiana is capable of.

That was her alibi.

According to her, it was your alibi.

The perfect alibi, like grandfather. - He's looking for an alibi too?

No, the poor thing was the victim. - What do you mean?

She went to stay with him for a month to rest. - Oh, no!

By the end of the month, he was dead. - Grandparents die. It's normal.

But not after 3 hours in a Turkish bath. At least, not very often.

And you know who got the inheritance? She alone! All of it!

But the old man knew her and tied the inheritance to her marriage.

And she must get married!

Is it clear? - Very clear,

but if you don't stop, we'll be having a baby next.

Of course, forgive me. Sorry.

I love you.

I love you, I love you, I love you...

I love you, I love you. I need you, believe me.

I love you, you know. It was just to see you again that I...

I love you!

I love you, I love you! I can't live without you anymore.

I'm at the Carlton Towers. Call me anytime.

But... what the...

"grandfather cooked... I love you... darling..."

Whatever.

Darling?

Splendid architecture, don't you think?

New approaches, definitely avant-garde.

No! Not you too!

I find it absolutely revolting.

With all this confusion, the last thing I needed was a revolving cabinet!

What do you mean? - It was a surprise.

It doesn't matter, I understand... I... I...

Are you done?

May I know what happened?

You may know. - Yes?

What happened? - Sergio.

Cristiana's brother. I found him here.

He explained everything. - What?

I didn't understand a thing.

Can you try to explain?

Cristiana is a fraud,

a calculating mad woman.

It seems that she murdered her grandfather, ruined her brother

and now it's our turn, or yours rather.

She'll marry you just to get the money and then dump you.

Forget getting power of attorney and managing her money.

She's the clever one. Let's do this quickly.

Let's drop the whole thing.

Let's pack our bags and go on vacation. - Are you crazy?

Besides, it's impossible.

You can see that they haven't arrived yet and... Come in!

Good morning. Your suitcases, Sir.

Here are the suitcases!

Is this OK, Ma'am? Shall I put them here?

One moment!

We're all set, Franco. Let's go straight away quietly.

Cristiana won't even notice.

But, Giovanna, that's absurd.

Aside from the fact that we've almost run out of funds:

the Rolls-Royce, apartments, plane... - Why do we need them?

My love, what funds did we ever have before?

Excuse me, you're falling apart just because things are getting complicated?

OK. But the whole plan must be redone.

Put down the suitcases. - Giovanna, Franco, are you in?

So, what are the plans for tonight? Aren't we going out?

Sure we are, dear!

I've done all I could,

but he's totally, desperately in love.

He doesn't even want to listen.

Besides, he doesn't believe you.

He says I'm crazy for having listened to you.

Unbelievable.

He believes the first person who comes along instead of his sister.

As for that,

he began to hate me when I told him about Cristiana.

He was out of his mind. On the other hand, I can understand.

I gave him nothing, no concrete proof.

Deep down, I too wonder how I could ever believe it.

And then, just like that, without one moment of doubt...

No, evidence is useless.

Cristiana...

could convince anybody. She's monstrous.

The only way to defend yourself is to kill her.

That's the truth.

So, what do you think of doing? - Doing?

That's exactly why I wanted to see you.

In the meantime, I must give my brother

more precise information about Cristiana.

So, if you could tell me about her,

if you could give me some psychological and other insights...

You're the only person... - You should get him insured.

A nice life insurance policy in your favor.

I can't prove it, but he wouldn't understand this cynical advice.

Well, if Cristiana takes him out, at least you'll get a few millions.

Yes, I know I may seem repulsive to you.

Well, it's just an idea, right?

Yes, it's a good idea, but to convince Cristiana...

Easy.

She wants to kill you. If you take out mutual insurance,

you'll get your premium too.

Yes... - But we need to do it first.

We need to do it first.

It's necessary that we're the first to think about... - Sure!

We'll do it right away. Don't worry.

Now then...

In the Thames? Many people fall in.

With a very heavy stone around their necks.

That's not so common nowadays. - And we would need a stone.

That's true.

But when the rope starts to rot...

I can't remember where I read it but...

No, that would be a typical mistake. - What if we use kerosene?

We'll set her on fire in the country. What will remain?

A few ashes.

Insurance agents will start investigating right away.

And bye, bye. - How stupid of us!

Why? - We're two idiots!

Why? - It's child's play!

We are looking for the safest way to make the body disappear.

But to collect life insurance, there must be a body.

If not, they won't pay.

It's true: We're two children. It's useless.

You see, death isn't our thing. There's nothing we can do.

We're amateurs. That's what we are.

But the fact remains that we've got to kill her.

Hello?

Why not? Where?

Alright.

Yes.

Good night.

Sergio?

Maybe we could kill her.

How?

Oh, Sergio, you can't imagine what a shock it was.

It's like... it's like I really understood you.

All at once, when you told me about Cristiana,

that pain, that fever... Ah, yes,

it's absurd, but all at once I felt that I loved you.

Are you serious? - I realized it when you called me.

Because I hated you.

Yes, I hated you.

I hated you, because you weren't there with me.

The most beautiful declaration of love...

that I have ever heard.

God, how strange, Sergio...

From one day to the next, you find yourself loving a stranger

and hating your own brother.

Or loving a stranger and hating your own sister.

And didn't the same thing happen to me when I first saw you in that hotel?

Something you said comes to mind. You were talking about Cristiana.

Right here. - Here?

Ah, that we should get rid of her? Of course, if it weren't for...

It seemed absurd.

Whereas today, siblings no longer exist.

They crush you.

They humiliate you

The family, the family...

God, how horrible.

Parents are a necessary evil. But for the rest...

How much would you nab? - Nab?

Ah, you mean, in case Franco...

..died. Isn't that what we're talking about?

Well, yes, that...

The same you'd nab by killing Cristiana.

In short, the share awaiting each of us.

Pretty much everything. - Exactly. Pretty much.

Exactly. And you'll guard against doing it, right?

Might as well land on the moon.

Inside of us is the Middle Ages.

Yes, the bonds of blood!

Family is understood as a tribe.

And you with Cristiana?

Come off it...

It's easy to tell others to do things you're afraid of doing yourself.

Maybe we aren't kidding anybody.

Don't talk about the Middle Ages.

We're setting an example. - But what did you understand?

We'll both kill, Giovanna!

You'll take him out, and I'll take her out.

You give me the strength of a giant and I do the same for you, right?

Yes, very much so.

Is tomorrow at 6 OK with you? - Tomorrow? At 6?

Yes, of course. Great.

I don't think it's going to be a problem. I'll find...

an accident that smells of suicide. - Yes.

So, let's try to be precise.

Tomorrow at 6, I'll wait until you leave with your brother.

I'll go to Cristiana and then we'll meet here at 9: in love, rich,

and, by God, free!

I love you.

I love you. I love you. Know what I was thinking?

What? - Just to let you know,

at the docks, in the back, there are abandoned oil boats.

The Thames is 9 meters deep there.

If you could find an excuse to take him there...

Yes. I think I have just the excuse.

Alright, it's getting late.

I really have to go.

Aren't you coming over tonight? - Tomorrow.

All night long.

Franco! Franco, I have news!

Franco!

Ah, hi. - Hi.

I thought Franco was at home.

Ah, Giovanna, Giovanna.

If I hadn't found out about you two, I might've even believed you.

How nice!

Let's hear it. What did you find out?

These.

I finally understood why you too are always so busy.

What is this?

Oh, this!

It's a project.

As you see.

Yes, because every now and then, we decide to raise money and so...

Yes, but aren't these old? - You're kidding.

These are very current projects. Look at the deadlines.

Here, look at the dates: First, second, third...

Anyway, this one in Spain looks like a sure thing.

A bit hard to follow, but in 2 or 3 years...

2 or 3 years... - As you well know.

If Franco planned it, he knows very well what he's doing.

It's clear he knows that life revolves around money.

In short, don't worry. It seems like a very wise investment.

How do you know all these things?

My grandfather.

You know, I took care of him and his business affairs. - How good!

I dedicated myself to it with all my heart.

In fact, I also wanted to tell Franco.

Of course! Without a doubt. Look, I'm tell him.

You'll see that tomorrow at 6, it will all be done.

Tomorrow at 6? - Oh, yes.

We have an appointment. - I know about these...

Of course, I'll be there too, to settle everything.

Bye.

But...

it's impossible...

Giovanna? - Yes?

Yes, I'm here.

I was just passing by right now. - Really?

Giovanna, what's wrong?

Nothing, I get like this. I'm fine.

I spent all day at the insurance company

with the excuse of getting a policy for my mother.

I've been trying to figure out better when we can collect after...

the accident. - Yes.

Do you have any news? Did you find the place?

I think so.

Listen, Franco... - Yes?

I was wondering...

we are sure, right?

Yes, of all this... Of what we're doing.

I'd say so. - No, I meant, is it worth it?

It's not that I have doubts, but I was wondering...

Giovanna!

What's bothering you?

We've never had such discussions.

Yeah, maybe because...

It's just the idea of ​​such a large sum.

After all, it's the first time we're going to pull off a score like this.

A real score.

So what?

I was thinking that after all...

it can happen to anyone, right?

But yeah, money can change you inside, right?

And corrupt you.

Make you greedy,

mean, staid.

Just like those people who only live for money.

And above all, who lose their freedom and their joie de vivre.

You know, when I was little, this is what terrified me:

To become like the grown-ups.

Listen, Giovanna,

we're about to score big. Really big.

You must make your brain work to succeed and not to come up with

theories about our past or future.

And you don't?

And you don't come up with theories, projects...

Nothing? - What's got into you?

Are you crazy?

I say only what I think and you don't get to always decide what we're going to do.

Isn't that so?

Sure.

It's me.

A taxi, please.

Bye, Cristiana. I'm leaving.

Well then, the potential site?

Yes.

You said it was at the docks, right?

It's the perfect place. You were right.

Any idea how deep the river is here?

9 meters. Enough.

Awesome.

We won't even have to knock her out.

You know, for the insurance investigation,

the body must bear no signs of violence.

Sure.

It's something that worried me a lot.

This ramp will make it seem reasonable.

Yeah, it'll look like a perfect accident.

Bring the car a little further down,

just leaning against the bar.

Just put it in neutral and leave off the parking brake.

Raising the bar, the weight itself...

..will make the car slide and sink on its own.

Of course, a foggy night will make it more plausible.

There, you see? This is the best position.

The only problem is this bar. Will it hold the weight of the car?

Don't worry, it's not a problem. Today's cars are light as a feather.

They're not as heavy as they used to be.

Listen, I wanted to ask you about the insurance.

When can we cash in? - Well, it depends.

Once the accident is confirmed, they'll pay 300 right away,

then the other 200,000. - We should decide what to do with it.

It's going to be a problem, don't you think?

And how! But yes, of course.

Tell me the truth, Franco, please.

Don't you think it's time to take action?

What do you mean?

I mean...

It's almost half a billion. You realize that?

If invested well, it could yield plenty.

You could... - ..double it in a year and maybe quadruple it in two.

There are lands in Algeciras that haven't even been reported in the Financial Times.

If you seal the deal before the year's end, you can waltz in and execute your plan.

I've already analyzed everything.

Amazing! How did you do it?

I've been thinking about it for a while.

A sum like that inevitably makes you think.

I never told you because...

I have even foreseen...

the eventuality... of going on without you.

Really?

It was only because I was afraid that you...

No, I understand you. Don't worry.

If one decides to...

double it in one year, quadruple it in two

and become a big shot in three,

if you really opt for the money,

there's no room for anything else.

Plenty of people who live like this.

Well...

You're left all alone.

It's a matter of choice.

And you know what?

You can always tell who's made that choice.

They're no longer free. They only laugh...

because of a nervous twitch, like the dead,

a few minutes after death.

Haven't you noticed that we can't laugh anymore?

But once we kill Cristiana?

I think we always knew we would never kill her.

Instead, it's me.

Please, raise that bar.

What are you saying? You're crazy!

Why, Giovanna? Why?

Because you don't love me anymore. - Not true! Why?

I love you and you've changed. - Everyone changes, Giovanna.

That's life.

Because living without you is like being dead.

We'll continue living together.

In a different way, but... - To live as you want...

is like being dead.

How long have you felt this way?

Not long. Since you were no longer you.

I'd end up killing myself one way or another.

Maybe without realizing it.

So it makes more sense for you to kill me.

Or at least, for me to prefer it.

Just...

kill me quick,

I'm cold.

How? - It's simple.

Please raise the bar.

I beg you, darling.

This is crazy.

This is crazy!

I don't understand.

Then tell me.

You tell me. Where did we go wrong?

Where? Maybe it's in the air.

In all of us.

Maybe the trick is...

to try to endure.

Endure...

Right.

I don't know.

It's one thing to want money, to live free...

and it's another thing to want it just to have more,

even though that's the norm today.

Common sense.

I don't know. Maybe that's why I said...

Franco! Franco, no!

Giovanna!

I assure you he should've already been in the river!

9 meters deep.

Hey!

Say, where is your sister?

No funny business, it's loaded.

Weren't you convinced that it was better to settle for him alone

instead of complicating things with a double wedding?

Fine! But one doesn't live on bread alone.

You must admit that after getting her insured,

we could've convinced her to kill him.

Listen, but if we hurry before the sister gets back,

we can still pull off a double score.

Hey, which is the hot water? - On the right.

There's no time to kill and get rid of him.

Think, we would need to take him down, throw him in the river...

She could return at least 10 times.

If that's what this is about,

you can take your time. Giovanna's dead.

What... What did you say? - What do you mean, dead?

Dead. Dead in the river.

OK. Take a seat here, please.

Come on!

Shoot between his legs or wherever.

Don't be scared, it has a silencer.

How stupid of us!

If he gets shot, the insurance will find the bullet holes and bye bye!

Ah, yes. that's right. Bring the harness.

You see I'm right to always have everything handy?

Well? You're not sitting down yet?

We're not going to start a fight? - Yes, quite right.

Anyway, I want to warn you that nothing will help you.

Yes, it will, because the insurance won't pay.

Just like it wouldn't have paid us had we killed Cristiana.

Kill Cristiana? How is that?

Let me finish. Insurance companies investigate

the identity of the deceased, not the beneficiary.

And they'd discover that Cristiana was a con artist.

Just like they will find out about me. - OK. OK.

Looks like we're all con artists now.

Look, kid, at this point I don't care about dying or lying. What I said was...

on your account, considering your expenses:

The helicopter, the lodgings, the hotels, the trips.

Let's be clear,

we spent 10 times more. - About 12 million, right?

Cristiana was just calculating it the other day.

You think we didn't suspect you? - Of course.

But then we had to reckon the expenses between you, your sister and my upkeep.

For two-bit con artists like you!

He's funny, you know.

He says he one of us but gives himself away by talking like a great lord.

I won't even mention your sister. - She obviously isn't my sister!

Now for the tube.

Band-aid. - Right away.

Who's that? - Who else but Giovanna?

And if it isn't? - I already told you she's dead.

Get into the armoire. - There? - Why not? It's convenient.

I almost died there.

But I ask myself what more must I do!

Sure, I prepare everything for her. I ask you for only one thing!

And you don't worry about it. The Rolls is light as a feather!

Couldn't you have been more careful?

Sure, one says, "I want to die."

But dear God, you need to take into account that one might get scared!

I wanted to get you back. I wanted to save you!

Look how stupid I am! True,

I said, "I want to die, kill me",

but not to die from a broken bar!

You can't do such a beastly thing without knowing how to do a basic calculation of...

weight and pressure! - No...

Rule No. 1: Don't kill your partner!

At 9 meters!

It's dangerous at 9 meters.

In a car, it's cold at 9 meters!

One could die! And I...

could have died! Stop laughing!

Well? Why are you wearing that contraption?

Really, do you think this is the time for all of that?

Hello!

Who are these people?

Look at them!

Ah, but then...

Excuse me, but isn't she...

his sister? No, right?

No, we believed...

And you thought that we two...

were rich...

Ah, they didn't know that we don't have a single cent?

And that you two were rich!

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