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I'm not going back to that hairdresser. He dyed my hair wrong.

Neither are any of my dolls.

I comb her hair myself, but she can be moody.

Kathy, Kathy. What's wrong?

Inspector?

Inspector?

- What is it? - There's a phone call for you.

Thank you.

- Thanks, Danny. - No problem, sir.

Hello?

Oh, right, Morris. Thank you.

Where did you find it?

I'll be right over. No, I won't tell anyone, don't worry.

This one's going to be difficult for Forensics.

- I'll call upstairs. - Here you are.

I was just on my way home and I was passing by.

- I can go if you want. - Come in. You might as well stay.

Just close the door.

Let him see her.

- Who is she? - God knows.

She was shot in the throat, probably with a pistol.

Her head's been broken open with a bar or a rock.

Then they put her in that sack and set her alight.

- What is it, Timpson? - Look, Nottingham.

You need somebody smart. Who are you putting on this case?

Ramsey and Morris.

Listen, I could help out. I've worked here my whole life.

Remember that Chinese guy, murdered at the docks, ten years ago?

- I was... - Wait a second, will you, Timpson?

Morris? It's Nottingham.

OK, then get him. I'll wait.

Those two aren't up to it. They could use my experience.

Please, just go home and enjoy your old age.

Times have changed. Today's delinquents are foreigners and drug users.

They're ruthless. And you're getting a little old.

This is quite a demanding case.

Ah, Morris.

- Are you coming or what? - I'm on my way.

This is what I have so far. I'll talk to the boy later.

Yes, I know he's here, they told me.

I'll be right there.

Right. Please send this as soon as you can.

She had sexual intercourse before she was killed.

Or she was raped.

A typical crime for an abnormal man suffering from a castration complex.

A classic example, according to the scholars.

You see? His head is full of that crap they teach at university.

About sex, psycho-analysis. They all think we want to bang our mothers.

- Timpson. - Listen.

- Listen, I... - All right.

If you want to work on the case, I won't stop you. But Ramsey's in charge.

- So I'm working again, right? - As a volunteer, though. Understood?

Yes, thank you.

- Don't take any initiatives or decisions. - Sure, don't you worry.

- What were you doing on the beach? - Playing.

- Hi, Morris. - Inspector.

- Well? - What?

Hey, Morris.

- Who's he? - The boy who found the body.

- Thanks for calling me. - I didn't call anyone.

Thanks, anyway.

- Have you seen my panties? - They must be there.

I can't find them. Have you hidden them?

- Were you wearing any? - Of course. They were black.

They've disappeared.

Look what a mess we've made.

It looks like a battlefield.

Don't worry, I'll take care of it.

Ah, here they are. You were sitting on them.

- Of course, this is where we started. - Are you going to work without panties?

When I wear jeans, I don't wear panties.

With me, you always have them on. They aren't all that easy to get off.

Yesterday at the clinic, they said you'd called me twice.

You knew we were meeting today. What was so important?

Nothing, really. Listen, you're quite an important person, right?

- Do you know anyone in the police? - Do you need your permit extended?

No, but an inspector wants to see me.

He left a message, asking me to call him.

- I should call him back. - See what's it about.

The director of the Foreign Section is a member of my club.

If you need anything, call me.

If they arrest you, I'll take care of it.

Yeah, joke about it.

Anyway, Inspector, my...

My department has examined the evidence.

The pyjamas are of Japanese manufacture.

You can get them from any department store in Sydney.

- They cost $10.50. - Give it to Terry.

My daughter has similar ones, except hers are pink not yellow.

- And the sack? - We found rice grains in the lining.

- I also told Inspector Timpson. - Why the hell did you do that?

How many times do I have to tell you that I'm in charge of this case?

He's following the case and he's seen the evidence.

- Did he show Watson? - No, he didn't, sir.

- What? - He wanted to know about the sack.

- Did he take the body, too? - No, I'd never allow that!

I've a good mind to give up this case.

The way he sneaks around gleaning information.

It's his passion. He's got nothing else to do.

So what? Let him go fishing or hunting.

I'm sorry, I know he's your friend.

He's past it. His methods are out of date.

Try to get along. He's seen as an institution among the police.

I don't like it. He should be put out to grass.

How's your job on the boat?

- Why are you asking? - I was just curious.

Are you offering me a job in your clinic?

No, thanks. I prefer to work out in the open, it's more fun.

I didn't tell you about that policeman.

- It was just as you thought. - What did he ask?

About Evelyn. He asked if there was anything between us.

I've always thought she was in love with you.

No, she was just very introvert. It was hard to judge her.

You lived with her, though.

No, I didn't. She asked a few times if she could stay at mine.

I don't think she wanted to be home alone.

One time, though, I told her to stay.

There was a terrible thunderstorm. It was raining like crazy.

That was really the only occasion when she behaved strangely.

- Good morning, Inspector. - Carry on, you shoot very well.

Did you want to ask me something?

I need some help.

The body of the girl that was found on the beach. Was it in one of the cars?

- Yes. It was in the black Chevrolet. - Who dumped those wrecks there?

- Quint. He lives in a shack around there. - Who is he?

I hardly know him. He's a fat, dirty dude.

You hardly ever see him around.

I promise you I didn't touch anything.

I was scared to death. My sister was crying like crazy.

So I picked her up and ran like hell.

On the main road, a man stopped to pick us up.

Who are you? What do you want?

- There's nothing here! - Calm down, we're the police.

I'm Inspector Ramsey.

- Are you Quint? - Yes. And I live here.

And I do exactly as I please. Just so you know.

What do you want from me?

We want to know about the girl who was found on the beach.

- I know nothing about her! - You must've heard about her?

No, I know nothing about it.

She was found in one of those cars you dumped on the beach.

I dumped them there because they were blocking the road.

Next time I'll mind my own business, just like everyone else.

We just want you to tell us what you know.

You must know something since you live so near.

- I live near to nothing. - You must've seen something?

- I didn't see nothing! - I could swear you love to watch.

What are you doing? You need a warrant for that.

- Listen... - Leave him alone.

He knows his rights.

Fine, as you wish. We'll continue this down at the station.

Tomorrow afternoon. At the Homicide Division.

Make sure you're there, or I'll have you picked up.

Let's go, Inspector.

You want to stay?

Enjoy yourself!

Roy! Roy!

What are you doing? You'd better wait upstairs.

You're not allowed in here. You can't stay.

It's 4:00. Hurry up!

I'd go mad in here.

How can you stand the heat in here?

You get used to it.

- It's warm in here, too. - It was hard at first. But not anymore.

- Emmy, Margie. You have women here? - If you can call them that.

They say, of all the Dutch girls, you're the sexiest.

- Oh, stop it. - Do you remember Antonio?

- He... - Don't make fun of him.

He gets to see girls like you only in magazines.

It's true.

No, can't this wait till later? No, please.

- Please, don't. Someone might walk in. - No, they won't.

What are you looking at?

You've hidden my panties, haven't you? Admit it.

I always end up losing them. Oh, come on.

No, no, no!

Why not?

- You think of nothing else, do you? - No, never.

No, don't.

- I'm not like that old guy. - Who?

That doctor of yours. You should stop going outwith him.

I saw you in his Jaguar yesterday.

Glenda! Glenda! Sorry. I won't talk about him again.

- I didn't mean to upset you. - Leave me alone. You only want to fuck.

- I said I'm sorry. - What do you know?

I'm not jealous. I introduced you to Antonio, didn't I?

- Just leave me alone. - Oh, come on!

In this town, everybody disappears at the weekend.

Antonio, why do you like coming up here alone?

Because of the sea. The sea is the same everywhere.

Just like in Italy.

What's a foreigner to do here?

It's easier for a woman.

Tell me, where did you meet Roy?

I don't know, I don't remember.

Don't tell me you're jealous. But, of course, you're Italian.

Are you engaged?

- Married? - Yes.

I thought so.

- Do you have any mum? - Yes.

- Are you happy then? - Yes.

Are you telling the truth?

Not a word.

Unfortunately!

Now the other hand.

Here you are.

- Hi, Morris. - Hi.

Who are those guys?

They do deals with Quint.

- At his place? - Yes.

The Chief's been looking for you. What should we tell him?

You could tell him you couldn't find me.

He's worried about the newspapers and the elections.

Did you get the list of all the foreigners on limited visas?

- This is from the last three months. - Great.

- I'll see you later. - Wait a moment.

The bullet came from a Colt .38. Military issue.

American, recent model. The bullet has a distinctive groove in it.

- Who's the boss around here? - That guy over there.

- The one with the long hair? - Yes.

Could I have a word? I'm from the police.

Do you handle this kind of rice here?

No, this kind of rice comes from the Far East.

You can find it in few restaurants and hotels downtown.

Ours comes from Europe, top-notch.

All right, I see.

One more thing. Do you know who supplies these sacks?

No, they've gone out of use. We use plastic bags.

Thanks.

- Antonio. - Yes?

Your friend's here.

The Inspector. I'll see to him.

- Good day. - Hi, Antonio.

- What can I bring you? - I'm not that hungry. You choose.

- Very well. - Oh, Antonio?

I brought you those Italian books, by Moravia.

Thanks. You'll get them back as soon as I've read them.

- They're for you. I can't read them. - Thank you.

In the old days, you didn't sit so close to the window.

Some crazy hoodlum could get it into their head to shoot you.

I see you're in a good mood today.

Have you read the newspapers? They're making fun of us already.

Morris told me that you think the suspect is a sex maniac.

And that your prime suspect is still... What's his name? Quint.

He's not the only suspect. I'm looking everywhere.

All districts are aware about the girl. It's on the radio, too.

Oh, come on.

You're never going to find the killer until you know who the girl is.

We should show her picture to as many people as possible.

I have an idea about that.

- What idea? - An excellent one.

Aren't you going to eat something, Timpson?

Yes, I'd like some rice.

- Italian style? - Yes, almost raw.

- What are you planning? - I told the chief about it, and he liked it.

But he needs permission from the church first, or something like that.

The Governor has to show the proposal to the Council for approval.

I've got the medical report.

I've read it. The fact that she had sex means very little to me.

But the results show that there were at least two sadistic men involved.

They kill for the sake of it. I bet they were on drugs.

The killer did that to her because he was afraid.

He killed her because he's afraid of being recognized!

She knew him very well. Or her. The killer could easily be a woman.

Of course, that's just the opinion of an old cop, retired, a volunteer.

Who went into the lab and walked off with the evidence without permission.

The rice that was in the lining of that sack...

Oh, come on. It was just a few grains of rice.

I don't even know what I did with them. I can't remember where I put them.

Excuse me, sir.

- I'm Inspector Timpson. - Yes?

Today I had lunch at that table over there.

I was served this rice. Could you tell me where you buy it?

Chang, come here. Do you know where we buy this rice?

- Did I make myself clear? - Nobody ever asks this.

It's usually used in Chinese or Arab restaurants for shish kebabs.

Are you going to treat me to a meal?

- Where's the car? - In the parking lot.

It's the company's car. I'm looking for one of my own.

- Tomorrow is on me. Shall we go? - Yes.

Two steaks and a salad.

Your Italian guy's not bad.

And the doctor? Don't tell me you've jilted him.

You know, I heard he's bought another clinic in Albury.

Don't be a fool.

Tired?

I noticed that when you're serving at the tables, men keep looking at you.

- Are you crazy? - I want to marry you.

- Why? Aren't we OK the way we are? - Yes, but I want to marry you.

You're obsessed with the idea.

- How long can you preserve her? - For a number of weeks.

She's been injected with a Kaiserling solution, with formalin and hyposulphite.

- You mean you've embalmed her? - Not exactly.

Inspector Ramsey had a really great idea.

Now a lot of people will be able to see her from all angles.

Will you charge admission?

Oh, no. It'll be free.

They sewed her arm back on.

With all the formalin in the bath, she might float.

You'd float, too.

I told the Inspector to show people the pyjamas she was wearing.

He just said they were too common.

In fact, my daughter has a pair exactly the same, except they're pink.

What's that?

Nothing, just a piece of paper.

Thank you.

Anybody here?

Hey, madam!

Don't shout. Can't you see I'm here? What do you want?

Oh, Jesus... Police. Do you still use these kind of tags?

Somebody said it's from a laundromat in this area.

No, ours are plastic.

Do you know of any laundromat that might use them?

Try down at the docks.

- What on earth's going on around here? - There's a pipe broken.

I've been told that this is one of your tags.

- Yes, but who are you? - Police.

Do you remember a woman coming here with a pair of yellow pyjamas?

A girl about 20 years old or so.

- Maybe she was blonde. - Yellow pyjamas? Hold on a moment.

Shut up!

Down, boy.

Excuse me, Inspector.

Inspector, my wife seems to remember.

Not long ago, a girl came to pick up a pair of yellow pyjamas.

She was with a big guy who lives in New Center.

- I'd like to talk to your wife. - She's giving our grandson a bath.

A boy... It must be nice to have a grandson.

Good luck.

So you got married. Are you happy?

Nothing's really changed much.

Sometimes people get married because they feel lonely.

But two lonely people together are worse than one.

That's not very comforting.

What kind of guy is your husband? Did you meet him on the boat?

No, at a rugby game.

Oh, a sporty type, then.

Does he play?

He's Italian.

- Did you have a good time in Europe? - Not at all.

I represented the country at the world convention.

I worked all the time.

I even visited your city, Haarlem. But I never saw a single tulip.

Much less a windmill.

- Did you see where the whores live? - I sure did.

As a matter of fact, I was staying there.

There? Where exactly?

With a woman who looked just like you. It was unbelievable.

You won't believe me, but her name was Glenda.

Wait a minute. Where are you going?

Don't be silly. I was only joking.

Come back here, don't be foolish. Come on, otherwise we'll be late.

Glenda, please, get in.

- Here. - Thanks.

I was sure I wouldn't show up.

I, on the other hand, was sure that you would.

We have such a good time in bed.

Yes, but now...

What, because of Antonio?

This world is full of shit, even honest people take advantage of you.

Or they're thieves. Or murderers.

And girls sell their bodies for a bunch of flowers.

- Come here. - No, turn the light back on.

Hi-

They called from work.

- What's with the flowers? - I bought them.

Your boat got back this morning. Where the he” were you all day?

- I did a shift on another boat. - What other boat?

If you don't believe me, ask your friend, Roy.

- What's Roy got to do with it? - He was there, too.

- Was he alone? - No, he had a woman with him.

- I bet she was a prostitute. - Might be.

She sure looked like one.

My name is Patricia Clark. My married name is Dorsey.

The murdered girl, the one you're exhibiting downstairs, is my daughter.

Madam...

All these people here are convinced that she's their daughter,

or their sister, or their niece.

Every day, somebody comes here and identifies her.

And they're certain. Some even bring proof.

I'm sorry for them. But that's Anna.

Anna Guglielmina, my only daughter. Poor darling.

Calm down, I'm not doubting you. Sit down.

Thank you.

- Please, go ahead. - Here's a photograph of her.

You can check if you like. She had a scar on her right hip.

And two beauty marks in her armpit. And a silver ring on her finger.

It was kept in place by another one just like it, but in gold.

You must've noticed the suntan marks that prove she wore two rings.

I have the other one, the golden one, here.

How old was Anna?

She would've been 22 on May 17th.

She was born in 1956.

She'd just had some work done on some of her teeth.

Morris, can you come down a minute? We might have something.

Sorry, my dear, but if I don't take a bath twice a day, I become hysterical.

- I simply adore birds. They're my passion. - So, about your wife?

I married Patricia Clark in 1957, no, 1958, to get my residency.

All immigrants did that in those days.

Now I'm an Australian. It's so funny.

My granddad in Surrey would've had a fit.

And your daughter?

She was born a few years before we got married.

Regarding the dead girl that you've been exhibiting in such bad taste,

I can assure you that's not Patricia's daughter.

Anna lives in Europe, in Paris, I think.

A friend of mine, a blond antique dealer, met her there.

I don't remember his name, but he has a house in Montmartre.

Do you know Paris?

After we got married, she wanted me to take out

a life insurance policy on Anna Guglielmina.

She's even uglier than her mother.

And even more of a bitch, strange but true.

Why don't you sit here?

No, thank you. I rather like this chair and I've got a nice light here.

- Some tea? - No, thank you.

You asked me to come here. Now tell me about your wife.

There's not much to say. Didn't you see the way she dresses?

She's just like a snake.

When she heard about the exhibition of that body, she rushed over there.

If she can prove that's her daughter,

she'll rake in $100,000 from the insurance company.

Do you remember that plane crash in Hong Kong last year?

That crazy bitch flew over there

to see if she could recognize her daughter among the victims.

She tried her little fraud there, but it didn't work.

Could you tell me if this insurance policy is still valid?

It's all up to date. It's the Security Central Company.

Central Security Company, I mean. I'd bet my balls on it.

You wouldn't be risking much. Anyway...

Alex. Where have you been all this time?

Why didn't you call me, you naughty boy?

You like to make me suffer, don't you?

I'm sick and tired of you spying on me. Go do your homework!

Instead of studying, you fuck your head up with this crap

until one day someone will fuck you up!

What is it? What do you want?

We're trying to gather information on your neighbor, Edward Quint.

Quint? Never heard of him.

You went to his house last night around 11:00pm.

What? I went to his house?

I sleep at night, I don't go out. Excuse me.

I'm sorry, madam, but you entered Quint's house at 11:18p.m.,

and you left again at 2:21 am.

Is that what it says there?

It's strange you should deny even knowing him.

If I want to go out at night, then it's my concern and no one else's.

Perhaps you haven't noticed that I'm not a teenager.

Good. 80 when we ask you to come down to the police station,

you won't have to bring your mother with you.

She's over here, Inspector.

Well? What is it?

He gave her this last night.

- Who? - Quint. He's such a creep.

Everybody knows that. He's a gift giver.

Once he offered me five dollars to take my bra off.

The fire ruined it. There are traces of petrol on it.

One of the links is missing. Look at the way it lines up, it's hers.

It belonged to the girl.

Let's get this over with.

Where did you get it?

You better talk.

I swear I didn't kill her.

I've never hurt anybody, ever.

There was a fire on the beach. The flames woke me up.

I went to see what was happening. It was still dark.

I thought someone had set fire to the cars.

When I got close, I saw...

I saw that there was a sack inside. It was still burning.

There was no one around. I tried to put the flames outwith sand.

I even burned my hand doing it.

But then... then I saw the gold watch.

I thought it was a waste to leave it there to burn.

No! That's not true.

You met her and gave her a lift.

- You took her home. - No.

And when she didn't want you, you smashed her in the head.

- It's not true. - You did just as you pleased.

When she came round, you got scared and killed her.

- Confess! - No. I didn't kill anybody.

I swear, Inspector. It's true.

Quint, just give up.

All the evidence is against you.

You're always chasing the girls at the beach.

- They'd all love to testify against you. - No, no!

Confess and I'll help you.

I can't take it anymore.

It's Inspector Ramsey. Give me Nottingham.

Nottingham?

You can tell the Chief we've got the killer.

Congratulations, Inspector. I saw you in the newspaper.

Thank you. I was thinking of a holiday in Bangkok.

- Great. With our airline? - No, I prefer Singapore Airlines.

As you wish, sir.

- Were you looking for me, Timpson? - Yes.

- Saturday will be fine. - Certainly, Inspector.

Are you going on holiday? Like a bonus, for arresting Quint?

You jumped on the idiot just because he jerks off.

You're in such a frigging hurry not to miss these shitty elections!

That watch belonged to the girl. Her mother recognized it.

She'd recognize anything to get the insurance.

- What insurance? - This one.

The life insurance on Anna Guglielmina Dorsey.

For $100,000.

That doesn't prove anything. Don't get upset.

Listen, Nottingham was full of praise for you.

- I couldn't care less! - Anyway, the case is closed.

No, it isn't as closed as you all think.

And tell Nottingham he can shove his praise up his ass!

- Have you finished? - Yes, I have.

Enjoy your holiday. I'll carry on by myself.

Bunch of bastards.

Hello, Glenda? I talked to my colleague.

He's a great gynecologist.

It's the best thing you can do.

I'm saying this for your own good. In this situation it's quite a responsibility.

Just think about it.

Well, do as you please.

Did Antonio leave you for good?

I think so. He was out of his mind.

I said some terrible things. They were all true.

- Does he know you're pregnant? - I haven't seen him in two months.

No, he doesn't know. It's all so difficult.

It's not his, is it? It's the doctor's, that grand nobleman.

But you don't go to him, you come to me!

I don't want an abortion. But unfortunately, in this country...

...a fatherless child doesn't stand a chance.

It's no use thinking about that. Just make up your mind.

I can't make sense of you.

Do you want to keep the child or not?

Why don't you leave things to me?

Listen, just do as I say. I know Antonio better than you.

Don't worry, I'll fix up a meeting and you can tell him everything, OK?

Well... what do you want?

Come on, tell me.

I'm pregnant.

Whose is it?

Ours.

I was thinking of having an abortion, things being the way they are.

But I wanted you to know first.

Sure.

A Child?

What do you want, huh?

Do you want me to pay for it? Is that it?

Is that why you wanted to see me?

No. I just wanted to tell you.

I don't want anything from you.

Did you think I'd take you in my arms?

Women like you are good for sex and nothing else.

Yes! Just go!

Get the hell out of here! You and that filthy bastard child of yours!

I want to drown you both!

You don't even know who the father is.

Here.

Maybe the child is coming just at the right time.

Stop it!

This one belongs to a guy on the first floor.

The others are in the garage. The janitor can tell you more.

Thanks.

This is Timpson. Listen closely, Morris.

This is an important message.

I think I'm going to meet the murderer of Glenda Blythe.

I've got an appointment with him.

In Sutherland.

He's very sure of himself. So he could be dangerous.

But I don't intend giving up the case now.

That's why I'm telling you in case something goes wrong.

I think I know how it happened.

This was in his pockets.

They killed him because he was still following the case.

- How do you know? - Because I often worked with him.

The newspapers will say the same.

He could've been murdered out of revenge, not because of this case.

Yes, we can say that's what happened. To the press, too.

- Quint has confessed. - Exactly.

He confessed spontaneously and he signed the statement.

Damn, and the elections are just a few days away.

Do what you want, but I warn you.

I'm not letting Quint go until you find me someone else.

I'm sorry, Nottingham, but you have to solve this. You can go.

Even in the grave, he's still a pain in the ass. Come on.

We're back to square one.

Hello? I'd like to talk to Inspector Morris.

He's gone for the day?

Hello?

This child was very important to us. It meant a great deal.

The first days are the hardest.

But life goes on. You could always have...

No, I'll never have another one, I'm sure.

Why did he die?

Be strong now. Here, drink this.

Good evening, baroness.

Hi, George.

Sir Winston.

Good evening.

As you can see, darling, this is quite a boring club.

Doctor. Madam.

- The food's awful too, right. Pascal? - Oh, no.

Here you are.

No, let me.

It's up to you not to make me look bad in front of this lady.

Certainly, Doctor.

Well?

I'm afraid...

- Maybe I'm not dressed for the occasion. - Oh, don't be silly.

You're the youngest and prettiest girl who ever entered this tomb.

Glenda, why can't you be happy?

Why?

I don't know, Henry. I don't know.

- You remember Evelyn? - Sure.

She sent me this from Los Angeles.

From Los Angeles?

- Did she move there? - I think so.

She sent the pyjamas she wore that night she stayed over.

Here's what she wrote:

"As you don't want me to hug you, let these pyjamas hug you.

"With love."

- Will you wear them? - Why not? Yellow is pretty.

You can drop me there, at the corner.

- Why? - Oh, you know.

I don't want to fight with Antonio.

Glenda, promise me you'll think about my offer.

All right, I promise.

I went to the cemetery this morning.

I ordered the angel by that Polish sculptor.

He's expensive, but we made a deal.

I'll pay him something each month.

Glenda, I spoke to the manager.

Next week, Lisa the cleaning lady is leaving.

You could take over her job.

He said soon you could work as a waitress.

The waitresses get more tips than the men.

And you won't get hassled too much.

So you see...

She stuck it to us. She came here early this morning.

She needed the truck to move some furniture.

Furniture? We don't have any to move.

She just took all her stuff and left.

She fooled us both. We both fell for it.

I know where she's gone. To the old guy, that surgeon.

That guy in Albury.

She was with him before you. He's rich.

Why didn't I think of him before? I'm such an idiot.

Maybe we can still catch her. Have you got the car?

- She even asked me for $50. - Did you give it to her?

No. She won't get too far, the tank was half empty.

It's a long way to Albury. She must've stopped somewhere.

I warned you about her, but you got hooked. You should've listened to me.

Yeah, she's a filthy bitch.

All those promises that she made.

Just when the two of us could've been working together.

Maybe I should've gone to the police. She is my wife, after all.

She ran away. I could report her.

Don't talk bullshit. We're just immigrants.

That's not the way to get her back.

What is, then? Tell me.

We have to take care of it ourselves. I know women like Glenda.

You have to give them a slap or a good beating to get anything.

They're just like dogs. They need to know who the master is.

Hey, Roy, slow down. Don't go so fast.

No, I'm not letting her get away with it.

Don't you see what she's done?

She's been having sex with everybody.

Now she's left you for a rich Australian. You idiot.

- I bet you've had her, too. - Damn car.

Haven't you, you pig? I want to know, you bastard.

Stop it!

What's come over you?

We're friends. Don't be such an asshole.

I'm sorry. Take this...

Let's not waste any more time.

Hello? I'd like to talk to Doctor Henry Douglas. Yes, Henry Douglas.

Could you tell him it's Glenda Blythe? Thanks.

Hello? Henry? Yes, of course it's me.

Guess where I am? On the road where you live. I'll be right over.

But why, all of a sudden? I was just on my way out.

I couldn't take it anymore. I'll tell you everything.

Hold on a minute.

You don't seem pleased to hear from me. You told me to come.

Yes, but this is so unexpected.

I can't just take you in right now. And it's a big decision you're making.

Glenda, listen...

Hello? Hello? Glenda?

- Yes, I'm listening. - Glenda...

Tell me, where exactly are you right now?

The best thing you can do is to go back to Sydney.

I see.

I understand perfectly, don't you worry.

You can't leave your husband without having a place to go.

You could get in trouble, especially with the law.

That's my business.

Don't think I don't want to help you, but I'm about to go away.

Yes, I know.

I got it all wrong.

I know that now.

If that's what you think.

Here are your keys. I filled her up. That'll be $20.

Thanks. I'll pay at the bar.

Hey, young lady. How can you eat that junk?

Come and sit with us.

You'll get served better food and it's our treat, too.

May I?

That pork meat comes out of a tin. I understand about these things.

Well?

You're here all on your own,

so we thought maybe we could have a drink together.

- If you're not in a hurry. - No. $100.

Shit! I was thinking 20, 25 at the most.

I know what the prices are.

You thought wrong. $100 for the three of you.

My nephew doesn't count. He's only 14.

He's just a boy, and he's always in church.

I'll take care of him. You just pay the bill.

There it is.

Remember, if you don't treat Glenda differently, you can forget it.

What should I do?

Don't give her a chance to say anything.

Call me if there's someone with her, and you need some help.

- Alright? - Sure. You're right.

Are you sure this is the right thing to do?

For fuck's sake!

We drove all this way to find her.

Now that we're here, you don't have the guts to do it?

OK. I'm going.

Go on, then. What are you waiting for?

Show her you're the boss or you'll lose her.

OK, I'll do it.

No, no!

I'll do it. Wait here.

What are you doing? Stop it, it's no use.

I don't want to wash dishes for the rest of my life.

Just look at you!

You're a failure. You want to drag me into that miserable life of yours.

I'm not coming back, understand? Never. I don't want to.

So forget it. You make me sick!

Coward!

You coward!

Whore!

Coward. Coward!

- No, Antonio, don't. - Whore!

Whore!

- Don't. Please, don't. - Whore!

You're hurting me.

- Whore... - Please, don't. No.

Please, I beg you. No!

I found out what you did. You stopped at that motel.

They told me all about you and your gangbang.

- No, I swear. - You whore. I'll kill you!

- No, Antonio, no! - Come here.

Drop the gun. Drop it!

- Don't move. - No, no!

- Drop the gun. - Antonio, don't.

I...

I didn't mean to.

It was Glenda who fired.

I didn't mean to.

I know, but the police won't believe you.

Are you peeing yourself?

Hurry, we have to get out of here.

Excuse me. Are you Inspector Morris? I've been trying to call you.

Inspector Timpson told me to give you these things.

And this package. Here.

I tried phoning you lots of times, but...

In you go.

You almost got away with it. Roy Conner.

What are you on about? This is a mistake.

Sit down!

- Ne. no. - ...with the murderer Glenda Blythe.

I've got an appointment with him. In Sutherland.

He's very sure of himself. He could be dangerous.

I don't intend giving up the case.

The other night, you tried to pick up your carjack at Timpson's place.

You killed Timpson to shut him up, but he talked anyway.

The girl will give you the carjack I found in the camper.

There are still blood stains on it.

Antonio Attolini shot his wife, but she wasn't wounded fatally.

Roy Conner was there, too.

A Danish immigrant who lives at New Center in North Sydney.

It was the sack containing the rice grains that led me to Roy.

Come on, Antonio, get up.

You have to drive the camper back to Sydney.

I'll take care of the rest.

He drove around all night with the body in the trunk of the car.

He ended up on the beach, where he hid the sack and set light to it.

Look, it's light already.

- Go and pick up Antonio Attolini. - It's six o'clock.

Yes. Bring him in. Let's hear what he has to say.

- Will Roy corroborate his statement? - Yes, I'm sure he will.

Inspector Ramsey speaking.

It's Antonio Attolini. The waiter at the restaurant.

- Where are you calling from= - I'm...

- Tell me where you are. - I'm at the Double Bay cemetery.

- Come alone. - Yes, I will. I promise.

- Come alone. - You can trust me.

Antonio.

Yes, Inspector.

My son lies here. He only lived...

...three days.

I know.

You promised you'd come alone.

- I kept my promise. - Hold on, Antonio. Let's talk.

Wait. Stop, Antonio!

No, I don't want to talk anymore.

Calm down.

You promised you'd come alone. Why didn't you keep your word?

Try to understand. I'm your friend.

Friend? You are my friend?

No one's my friend here, none of you people!

You fat cats only look out for each other!

- I'm not a criminal, you hear me? - Let me explain.

Bastard! You're just a coward!

It's so easy, eh? Easy to arrest someone like me.

A poor Italian who has nothing. It's easy!

I have nothing! Nothing at all!

Do you understand, you piece of shit? I have nothing left.

- Nothing! - Stop, Antonio.

Stop!

Stop! Stop, Antonio!

Stop!