All language subtitles for [zmk.pw]The.Case.of.the.Scorpions.Tail.1971.1080p.BluRay.x264-GHOULS 2

Hello, this is Lisa.

Yes, it's alright.

Yes, his plane will be leaving
in a few minutes.

You know I'm dying to see you.

Then hurry, darling.
I'll be waiting. Bye.

Hello? Who's calling?

Yes.

Air disaster! No survivors!

Read all about the great air disaster.
No survivors!

Thanks, guvnor.

- Yes?
- 'Mr. Brenton,

'Mrs. Baumer's here to see you.'

Fine. Show her in, would you?

Madam.

Good morning, Mrs. Baumer.
I'm Mr. Brenton.

Morning.

Won't you sit down?

I do hope, Mrs. Baumer,
that you're well now.

Yes.

Good. Now, you told me when I called you
that you were unaware of the existence

of any insurance policy
of your husband's in your favor.

You'll forgive me if I say so,
but I find that rather odd, Mrs. Baumer.

My husband and I
had been more or less separated.

I know. Your poor husband
traveled a great deal.

He went often to Athens.

You see, his head office was there.

Don't judge me too badly.
He was much older than me.

The policy is in your favor
in the amount of $1 million.

- A million dollars?
- That's right, almost £400,000.

You're saying that I'm
the beneficiary of $1 million?

Exactly. Our office in Athens will have
everything ready for you within a fortnight,

and it will be necessary for you to go there
in person to collect your money.

That's all, Mrs. Baumer.

Well, on behalf of my company,
I would like to offer our condolences

for the loss of your husband.

That's most kind of you.

Goodbye.

Get Peter Lynch on the private phone.

Hello? I've just been there.

I'm at a payphone.

You mustn't try calling me at the house.
You know that, dear.

No, not for a few days yet.

I cash the policy in Athens.

But I go tomorrow.

It's for us. If...

No, somewhere else.

That place where we used to meet.

Meet me there, then.
Bye, darling.

Philip, let go of me.
Leave me alone!

What else do you want from me?

Don't you worry, Lisa.
I don't want any part of you.

You destroyed
whatever love I had in me.

You can deceive somebody else now.

Oh? Then why
are you bothering me now?

And look what's become of you, too!

I was doing alright
before I met you, Lisa.

No horse or acid.

My mind still clicks, though.
I've been thinking about the two of us.

I could ruin you.

And why should I be afraid of you?

I've got the proof that you wanted
to be rid of your husband.

Have you forgotten what you wrote to me?
I've still got your letter.

What I wrote to you
never mentioned killing him.

Reading it today,
the police might start thinking.

Now we have a plane accident
and your husband's body's missing,

and there's a nice bundle
of life insurance in your favor.

Then go to the police.

Why fight it?

Is it worth the risk?

- Alright, how much will it cost?
- The cost of travel's gone up.

I need three fixes a day
and prices are rising.

Here's £100.

You'll get another 100
when I get the letter.

I said that's all I had.
The rest will have to wait.

Mm-mm.

£500 more.

Then I promise you, you won't ever hear
from your old friend Philip again.

Lisa?

The letter.

There was a man.

Kalimera, madam.

You have a reservation
for Lisa Baumer.

Yes, Mrs. Baumer.

Please sign here.

Here we are, sir, room 425.
Would you sign in, please?

Boy, please.

Thank you.

Will you allow me?

Would you mind if I joined you?
I can't seem to find a table.

- Please do.
- Thank you.

You know,
I have a feeling it was destiny

that brought me in here
to meet you tonight.

Ah, more than destiny, I would say
it was your profession, Mr. Lynch.

I hear you're an investigator
for Insurance International.

I believe that you mean
to investigate me.

Isn't that right?

Oh, today nobody has
any privacy anymore.

I should have known.

Yes, alright, Dimitri.

Please, this way.

Allow me.

You're mistaken about me.

I might have deceived my husband,
but I didn't kill him.

Mrs. Baumer?

A message for you.

I must leave you now.
Don't get up.

- Taxi?
- Yes, thank you.

I trust the setting I've chosen
doesn't bother you,

but it is most apropos
to play a farce or play a tragedy.

Wouldn't you say so?

- Are you Lara?
- Yes, sit down.

See here, I'm not in the habit of socializing
with my late husband's mistresses.

So why don't you get to the point?
And don't waste my time.

That depends on you.

Yes.

Sharif, look who we have.

This is Mrs. Baumer, Kurt's widow.

Sharif is my lawyer.
I asked him to be present.

I hope you don't mind.

I mind? But what do you want
to talk about?

I'll give it to you straight
and I won't mince words.

We knew that when you showed up here
you were going to collect on Kurt's life.

A million dollars!

Only if that investigator
doesn't go too far.

Just what do you want?

I want half
of that life insurance of yours.

That's enough.
I don't have to listen to that.

You'll listen, Mrs. Baumer.
There's a lot more.

Kurt and I were going to be married,

and he was going to change
the beneficiary of that policy.

You knew that.
That's why you killed him.

And I have the proof that I want.

You're mad.
The insurance money is mine,

and no court in the world
would give you any right to it.

Don't bet on it.

We have other ways
of persuading you, don't we, Sharif?

- Hm.
- So, Mrs. Baumer,

I'd make a deal if I were you.

A beautiful girl's body
can change overnight,

and a pretty face.

What if those were gone?

And what use
would your money be then?

You... you... you wouldn't!

Oh, I wouldn't? Of course,
there's really no need for violence.

I could simply denounce you.

Then the authorities
would want to know more

and your pretty murder plan,
Mrs. Baumer, is all shot.

All shot.

Well, now, there's still one way
that you can avoid that.

If you play your cards just right
and you're prepared to be generous, OK.

Otherwise you'll force us to talk.

Now, what will it be?

I...

Sharif, stop her.

Hurry!

Don't let her get away!

- Well, don't tell me the play was that bad.
- Oh, please help me.

Sure. Anything to oblige.

- Come on, let's go to the police.
- No, the hotel.

Mr. Lynch, may I ask you
to forget what you saw?

- Sure, but may I explain...
- Tomorrow.

Please explain tomorrow.

- Hm. Good night.
- Good night.

And I want to thank you
for all you did tonight.

I don't like to insist, Mrs. Baumer,

but it'd be safer
not to cash your check in Athens.

Can't you wait till you're in London?

Then you can transfer it
wherever you wish.

And I repeat,
I much prefer to cash it.

Will you kindly sign
here, here and here?

Our bank would be pleased to pay you
whenever you'd care to drop by.

- I've already notified them.
- Thank you.

Yes, all cash,

all in new bills.

700,000,

800,000,

900,000,

and one million.

Well, Mrs. Baumer,
I believe that's all.

- Good morning.
- Madam, good day.

Uh, wait for me here
for a few minutes.

- Morning.
- May I help you?

Yes. When does the next plane
leave for Tokyo?

Uh, let's see.

Ah, here we are.
There's one tonight at nine

and then one at 6am tomorrow.

I want a first-class ticket.
I'll be leaving tonight.

There's nobody home.
The caretaker left.

I guess you just missed him.
And he's gone for the day.

Thanks.

- Paolo?
- 'No, this is the operator.

- 'I'm trying your Tokyo call now.'
- Yes, hurry, please.

- 'Go ahead.'
- Paolo?

- Paolo?
- 'Hello? Lisa?'

- Is that you?
- 'Yes. How did it go?'

- All finished.
- 'Good.'

I'll be on the plane
that leaves here at nine.

- 'Wonderful. Shall I meet you at the airport?'
- Yes. Bye, darling.

Could you tell me
if Mrs. Baumer has come down yet?

No, sir, but I can't call her
since she asked us not to before 7:30.

- Porter?
- 'Yes, madam.'

I'd like you to order a taxi for 8:20.
I'm leaving tonight.

- 'Are you checking out?'
- Yes.

No!

No! No! No!

Better ring her again and tell her
her taxi is here, waiting for her.

Her room doesn't answer.

Here is my key.
Efharisto.

- Thank you.
- Night.

Well, she could've gone out
earlier this evening.

Yes, perhaps, but I don't believe so.

You see, she called down around seven
and ordered a taxi from the porter for 8:20.

Well, let's have a look in her room.

Come along.

Mrs. Baumer?

Mrs. Baumer?

Wait here, please.

- Approximate time of death, Doctor?
- Between 7 and 7:30.

Alright, that's enough.
No more photographs.

Get a sheet over her.

Yeah, might have been
a sex maniac alright,

but there's also $1 million
we mustn't forget.

From what I understand, Mr. Lynch, you
seemed interested in that girl, didn't you?

and you flew on her plane to Athens.

I work for the police.

Now, do you care
to answer my question?

She was being threatened.
Someone was after her.

There was a man who tried to knife her
in the back in an old theater downtown.

Hm. Who?

I'd like to know myself,
and I'll find that man some way.

Mrs. Baumer wouldn't tell me anything.

There was a man who's tall, heavyset,
and a woman,

a blonde or maybe a redhead.

I didn't have much time
to observe her.

And you don't know any more?

No.

Your activities yesterday, Mr. Lynch?

I lunched at my hotel.
Around three I placed a call to London.

I waited an hour and a half for it
in the bar.

Who did you speak to
on that long-distance call?

To Mr. Brenton.

He is the London office manager
for Insurance International Limited.

What is your relationship with Brenton
and Insurance International?

That of servant to his master,
I guess you could say.

I've been working for them
as an investigator for 11 years.

I was investigating that woman
to find any responsibility

she could've had
for that aircraft accident.

After making your call,
what followed?

I left my hotel and went
to our offices here in Athens.

There they told me that Lisa Baumer
had received a check for $1 million

and that she went
straight to our bank to cash it.

Well, then, that explains
your activities so far.

Go on.

About five I took a stroll in the park.

I was there a couple of hours.

Mr. Lynch, I would say
your alibi would explain where you were

only up to the time you went to the park.

As an investigator,
I more than agree with you,

but then accusing me is too easy.

Well, let's say we can rarely judge
by appearances.

You recall your Plato, Mr. Lynch?

Very badly.

Hm.

Well, I must ask you
to come along with me.

Haven't you finished with me by now?

You might have told me
someone tried to run over you yesterday.

If I let you leave our country so easily,
I'd be neglecting my duty.

I wouldn't have you do that.

Besides, I like Greece.
My mother's father was from here.

- He lived in Patras.
- How very interesting.

- Ah.
- Hello, Stavros.

Morning.

Our people in London confirmed
that Lynch is here in Athens

working for Insurance International,

watching Lisa Baumer.

He's hard-working, co-operative.

And, I trust, with me.

I'll be glad to co-operate
if I know who you are.

John Stanley. I'm with Interpol.

I've been assigned to the same case, too.
I hope we can work well together.

Come on.

Ah, here they are.

Later.

Are you going to charge Mr. Lynch?

No comment.

Later, please.

Before I can tell you anything
I have to catch him.

They are not
very co-operative, those policemen.

For a murderer
he certainly has a great face.

You don't seem to be lacking in spirit.

We all mask our desperation
as best we can.

You recall your Oscar Wilde?

- Who's he?
- Gentlemen, this is no time to joke.

Now, we know Baumer's plane blew up
while it was flying over the Pacific.

There was no record, so we can't prove
it was murder and we're all in the dark.

Or maybe there was an accident.

Besides, why did the murdered girl insist
that you pay her all that money in cash

and why her big hurry
to plane out to Tokyo?

And whoever robbed
that million dollars

I'm sure knows what happened
on that plane as well.

Uh, you, Peter, when you went
the other night to follow Mrs. Baumer,

you said that a man was trying to kill her.

You mentioned a woman, too.
They were in a theater.

Our police are investigating
those two leads.

You at Interpol could find out
who Lisa was going to see in Tokyo.

Just before she was killed,
she made a long phone call.

In fact, I already checked that for you.

The number she called
was traced rather easily.

A public one, so I'm afraid
we'll never find out on that score.

Alright, then, find out if some friend
might have left London for Tokyo.

I gave the lady's note
to Mrs. Baumer at this table.

She was sitting with the man
in this newspaper.

Well, I'm much obliged.

Police.

Anyone might show me a pass like that.

- But mine's a real one.
- Hm.

Well, come in.

What do you want?

I've been wondering
just what it is that you want.

Could it be $1 million
from Lisa Baumer?

I never murdered anyone.

Did I say you did?

- Do you mind if I sit down?
- Please do.

I know you did it. You and that man
murdered Lisa Baumer.

You and your friend murdered Lisa.

And don't pretend you don't know me,
cos I saw you with him in that theater.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- The hell you don't. You're lying.

- It's not a lie.
- You'll bet it is.

You killed her for that $1 million,
didn't you?

- Confess it.
- You're crazy.

I didn't know the company had paid her yet
or that she'd cashed all that money.

- And besides, I wouldn't have known that.
- You...

Hold it. This sort of questioning
isn't used anymore,

even by the police, Peter.

It's good you're here.
This woman's the one.

With that man at the theater
who tried to knife me.

He's some kind of a nut.
I don't know what he's talking about.

What theater?

You never personally met Lisa Baumer?

No.

Kurt told me about her.

We were going to get married.

He was so busy,
though he wanted to change his will.

She found out
and made his plane fall.

I was glad to hear she was murdered.

- But I wasn't the one.
- I know.

And that man you followed wasn't the one
who tried to cut my head off.

He must've been peeling a pear
when his knife slipped away.

Now listen, Sherlock Holmes,
I don't know who you are

or who's out to get you,

so you're not my problem, you see?

Mr. Lynch is an investigator
for the insurance company

that paid $1 million to Mrs. Baumer.

Why don't you search the flat?
That money's got to be here someplace,

- or with your friend who tried to kill me.
- That's Inspector Stavros's job.

Peter, do you know
why anyone would want to kill you?

No, I really don't.
I was just following you.

I figured that sooner or later
you would catch up with her.

And you did.

Well, whoever it was, we know now.

He's thrown down the gauntlet of war.

Hello?

No.

No, he's not here yet.

Who is this?

Who's calling?

Hello?

- My key, please.
- Oh, yes, sir, right away.

Here you are, sir.

Mr. Lynch, while you were out,
a young lady came by and left this for you.

Ah, there you are, Mr. Lynch.

It would seem
you keep yourself in practice.

- What?
- Oh, I'm sorry.

It was a rather tasteless joke.

- May I sit down, please?
- Go ahead.

The usual for me, thanks.

Do you always eat in the same place?

Why not? Besides,
I don't lunch every day.

Then today it's my pleasure.

You know, my newspaper
would pay you well for an exclusive.

Are we lunching
for business or for pleasure?

Oh, we could easily do both, I'd say.

You, I've been told, almost had your head
cut off yesterday, isn't that right?

Ah, yes.
But since I'm not actually a policeman,

my friend Inspector Stavros
won't do much about it.

I don't think Lisa Baumer's murderer
was the one who went for you.

- Why not?
- Well, if I robbed a million dollars

I'd be very law-abiding.

Well, maybe he was afraid
of being caught.

Or you might know something
that could send him to the gallows.

All the information I had on Mrs. Baumer
I repeated in detail at the police station

to clear myself.

No, no, that wasn't it.

It's got to be something to do with you.

I would say something
that you'd forgotten,

a small detail, or a conversation
you had with someone.

Whatever it is, the killer's afraid.

Well? What do you think?

I don't know.

Whatever I've overlooked or can't recall
just could be the answer to this case.

Why did she want
that $1 million all in cash?

Besides, who was that man
whom she was supposed to meet in Tokyo?

Just what was their relationship?

One of her men or an accomplice.

Or maybe her husband's not dead at all.

But he was on that plane.

- But you're not really sure, are you?
- That's too far out.

You know, you're wrong.

You believe I'm gonna follow
this Baumer case and solve it in the end.

Well, I'm sick of working for the dead
and as soon as Stavros lets me leave,

I'll start working for the living.
In fact, why wait?

This is one part of the interview
that I won't put in that story of mine.

Oh, no! Look at that, Cléo.

Oh, Peter!

So this is how the police work
in Greece now?

- But why would they do it?
- They were searching for the money.

But why would they rip up
the whole mattress?

Don't you understand?

The police really think I was the one
who murdered that girl

and they hoped to find that money
hidden in the room somewhere.

- No, this isn't the work of the police.
- No?

They've torn the whole room up,
as if they hated everything.

Look at these curtains.

What could one hide inside that?
Why, it's all completely torn.

- Are you changing rooms?
- Mm. Besides, darling, the bed was squeaky.

I trust you'll like this room, sir.

That's alright.
I'll take care of the clothes. Thank you.

- Alright. Sir, we would like to express...
- Express it tomorrow.

- If there's anything you want, just ring.
- Good night.

The way things have been going
for me lately,

I've got a feeling just changing rooms
isn't gonna help much.

I'd better change hotels, country, job.

Well, life is a gamble,
as they say, like love.

There are those who win,
though more often we lose.

And you, do you play to win?

I have nothing to lose.

A woman can lose her heart.

- What about me?
- Let's play together.

We might both win.

I always prefer to put gambling
before everything else.

It's gotten us nowhere,
not even killing that junkie in London.

- We should have acted faster with Lisa.
- Someone got to her before we could.

I was sure it was that Englishman
who murdered her and stole the money.

I don't think so. We seem
to have guessed wrong again.

I know, I know. I'll meet you tomorrow
at the usual place.

Alright. Good night.

Who's there?

Who is it?

- 'Hello?'
- Sharif, come here, right away.

Someone's trying to break down
the door. Please hurry.

'I'll be right over.'

No! No! No!

Yes?

This is she.

What? Another one?

Who are you speaking to?

I'll be there.

Well, I just forgot to tell you.

Because I didn't plan
to be here all night.

Yes, I'm on my way.

My office. There was
another killing tonight.

They think the murderer was
the same one who killed Lisa Baumer.

- But why does Lisa Baumer tie in?
- I don't know. He didn't go into details.

Sorry to go, but they're always looking
for an excuse to fire a girl.

The night man's always complaining
that covering riots and murders

isn't work for a woman.

The bureau chief likes me, though.

Did they tell you who the victim was?

Yes, Lara Fratis, or was it Florakis?

So long.

Here are the results
of the autopsies.

Lisa Baumer.

Abdominal puncture and cut
to the depth of the peritoneum,

extending from the left of the umbilicus
to the xiphisternum.

A cut in the form of an S

on the interior left portion
of the victim's neck.

Lara Florakis.

Abdominal wounds
similar to the other victim's.

A deep incision at the base of the neck

approximately the same
as the one shown before.

Abad Sharif.

Cut on posterior of right leg

in the area of the malleolus.

Cut on both hands of the metacarpus
before the last four phalanges.

Alright.

Thank you.

That will be all.

I believe we're dealing
with an expert professional.

Rarely have I seen
such meticulous work.

Well...

You were investigating that girl.

Doesn't Interpol have an opinion?

Mm.

I don't believe that catching the murderer
of those people is the job of Interpol.

In my opinion,
the murderer's a sex maniac.

Sex maniac who kills men and women
and makes off with $1 million?

Well, even a sex maniac
must pay his laundry bill.

Hm.

Ah, I see Insurance International
allows their investigators

rather liberal expense accounts,
Mr. Lynch.

- Yes, but I have to work on Saturdays.
- Ah, no English weekend.

This morning my men reported to me

that someone last night
ransacked your room.

Huh. Well,
if it hadn't been for the fact

that you two had been breaking
all those big news stories

about the missing $1 million,

I wonder how many others
would've been breaking into my room.

Well, we didn't tear up a room.
We try and work as neatly as we can.

Oh, Mr. Stanley, I forgot to thank you
last night for calling me.

Glad I could help you.

Ah. Then it was you
who called Cléo's office.

Yes, I told them where to reach you.

Yeah, because you'd been spying,
I suppose.

You're still a suspect.
My call was a courtesy, that's all.

It shouldn't bother you too much,
especially with that butcher prowling around.

Yes, though it will be difficult to capture

and by now all the clues you had
have disappeared.

No, there's still one
you forgot to mention,

and it's the one
which will lead us to him.

All airports, roads and trains
are under control.

He'll find it's hard to move out
all those dollars, pretty hard.

Oh, sure, Stanley,
that's perfectly true,

but he might put all that money
in his mattress

and sleep like a baby
till you get tired.

No, Lynch, I would doubt that.

Because when a man kills for money
like this one does,

it's pretty unlikely
he'd wait even a month.

I would say
that I agree with Mr. Stanley.

That money will make
our man easy to find.

- Meanwhile, don't leave the country.
- You don't have to worry about that.

- Like them?
- Oh, yes, they're lovely.

They're just what I wanted.

Oh, by the way,
don't forget to hide the keys

if you have to leave
before I get back to town.

I've got a layover in Bangkok.

That might be for me.

Would you get it, please?

Hello?

Yes, he got in this morning.

I'll call him.

It's for you, dear.

I've got to go now. Goodbye.
I don't want to miss my flight.

So long.
Thanks for everything.

Hey, you'll make me
spill the goulash.

Besides, there's a time
and a place for everything.

Try it.

Do you like it?

What is it?
Maybe more paprika?

No, it's great.

Mm.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Darling, as a cook
you're much better in the bedroom.

Oh, Peter.

There's somebody
at the window.

What the hell?

What are you looking for?

Nothing. I was just coming to ask you
to move your car. It's blocking the garage.

I'll bet, I'll bet!
Well, I'll go out and move it.

Bu the next time you want anything,
you'd do well to ring at the front door,

cos if I catch you peeping in here again,
you'll regret it.

Ah. It was my fault.
My car was blocking his.

I'll go and move it.

Don't you move, huh?

What time is it?

The best time in my life.

Oh, I'm sorry, darling, but I've got
a pile of photos to develop for tomorrow.

No, stay here.

But we can't make love forever!

Why not?
Anyway, we could try.

And afterwards you can give me
some more of your good cooking

and we can start all over again.

Now, now. Be serious.

My dear, I've never been
more serious in my life.

It may be funny, but now I know
that a man reaches a point

when he must decide
whether to live or just go on existing

and whether he wants to be
a slave anymore,

to be free and sail...

...all over the world
before he's too old to enjoy it.

When? I don't know.

Not this year.

Ah, who knows?
Maybe next.

Well?

How about coming along
as my first mate?

But we need some money
to live like that.

Yeah, I forgot,
but would you go along?

Well, let me get back to my work
and we can make some.

Listen, would you go with me
if I did have the money?

I don't know.

Then back to work, slave!

- Bye.
- So long.

Call me tomorrow.

Oh, what's wrong with the light?

Who's that?

Cléo?

Open the door.
I forgot the keys to my car.

Cléo?

Hey, open up!

What's the matter?
Come oo, open up.

Peter, help me!

Oh, God, Peter, hurry!

Cléo!

Cléo!

No, don't go, Peter.
He'll kill you. Don't go!

Cléo!

- Oh, Peter.
- There, there now.

He tried to kill me.

Oh, darling, hold me.

It's alright now.
It's alright. I'm here.

Let me see.

It's not serious, thank God.

Now, wait here and I'll call the police.

Now, don't worry.

Police Inspector Stavros?

You must try and find him and tell him
the murderer has tried to kill again.

Another woman, Cléo Dupont.

And please rush an ambulance
to Korenakis Street, 12.

Peter Lynch.

- Oh, Peter, don't leave me.
- There now. There, there.

That fiend could come back.

Don't you worry. He's too yellow
to attack anything but women.

Listen, could you recognize him?
Could you identify him?

No. It was too dark
and he was masked.

I only could see his black hand,

holding a dagger.

Oh, God. I've never been so afraid
in my whole life.

- Try to calm down.
- Why did he want to kill me?

Try to calm down.
It's all over now.

Stand back please, Miss.

No, Mr. Lynch.
You stay and help me.

- Now, what do you know?
- She's in shock. I think I'd better go.

That's what a hospital's for.
Let's go.

- Is Miss Dupont alright?
- Yes, sir.

I had to break down the door.

When the man attacking her saw me,
he fled through the window.

The wires were cut.

The man entered the room

while the girl was developing her film.

Right. Somebody who knew that apartment,
able in a few seconds to find that fuse.

Are you insinuating
that I'm the one who assaulted her?

You're right, I sure do.

And it's odd, each time
there's a murder, you're there.

You must be crazy.

I was outside breaking down the door while
that man was in here trying to kill Cléo.

Alright, that's enough.

Calm down.

Fortunately the girl wasn't murdered,
and she'll tell us her version.

Yeah, maybe we'll get to the bottom of this
if she can identify the man who attacked her.

Alright, look for fingerprints.
They never find anything.

- I can't stomach German wine.
- They'll find my prints all over the room.

Yes, I know, but they always hope
to turn up others.

Yours?

No.

Could belong to the murderer.

Seems to have been done by hand.

No, I'm sorry. It's difficult to tell
from a picture, sir.

- If you brought me the real one, I might.
- No, I'm sorry. I don't have it.

Do you have any idea
where that cufflink was manufactured?

I mean, do they make
that sort of thing in Athens?

Or do you have any idea
where it was made?

Are you with the police?

Oh, no. Well?

I don't know where it was made,

because the piece was made in filigree.
Most of that is done in the Middle East.

Our goldsmiths don't do it anymore.

My guess is Turkey,

or Iran, but I really don't know.

Well, thank you very much.

I warned Mrs. Baumer that it was dangerous
to take cash for a check for $1 million.

Yes, but if the murder of Lara Florakis
is tied up with that $1 million,

what possible reason could there have been
to try to kill Cléo Dupont?

Well, I don't know.
I would let the police figure that one out.

And listen, I might add
that if you don't find that money

you won't be fired.
We don't expect miracles.

I was hoping that between us
we might find that one forgotten fact

that could aid in solving the case.

I guess not.

I say, sir,

would you have any photographs
of Kurt Baumer?

Miss Anagnos, do we have
a picture of Kurt Baumer?

The newspaper published one.
It must be down in the press office.

Well, tell them to give a copy
to Mr. Lynch.

- He can pick it up on his way out.
- Right away, sir.

Probably won't help much,
but anyway, it's worth a try.

Right. Good luck.

Yes? Hello.

Cléo! Are you better?

You mean, you're out today?
When, then?

Tomorrow?

I'll bring you home, then, OK?

But of course I do.

But what do you mean by that?

Hello?

Who are you?

If you're there on a police visit, alright,
but don't you forget that Cléo's mine.

You seem to be full
of pleasantries today, Lynch.

Maybe you ought to conserve
that good mood of yours

and save those jokes for me
at my office this morning.

Let's say in ten minutes, hm?

Yes, yes. I'll give you enough time
to go to the bathroom.

And you can shave!

Must be his odd
British sense of humor.

Why are you down on Peter Lynch?
Are you mad because he saved my life?

I confess, I can't stand that...

That man's odd British sense of humor?

- Your hands.
- Is that all?

What's that?

I want you
to show me your hands.

May I ask
what you're looking for?

I want to read your future.

That Dupont girl
bit the murderer's hand.

Yes, that's right, and she also said

the man she bit
was wearing gloves on both hands.

For a bite like that
she'd need a pair of fangs.

Why don't you inspect his hand
while you're at it

or am I the only one
who is being grilled here?

I'm always glad to oblige.

A straight cut isn't any proof
of his innocence.

The killer could easily disguise
the bite marks

by making a cut
that was longer and deeper.

If you've finished with these
foolish deductions, Mr. Lynch,

you may go now.

I'd be glad to.
I just hope you're finished with yours.

'We're now reporting
on that theft of $1 million

'which has taken the lives
of three victims.

'Our police have come up
with nothing as yet.

'And according to a police official
who was interviewed today,

'the attempted murder
of the journalist Cléo Dupont

'would seem to have a connection
with the case involving the Baumers.

'The police also announced that they are
investigating an important new clue

'which the assailant left behind in the
apartment of the foreign correspondent

'on the night he attempted
to murder her.

'And police detectives say they hope this will
soon lead to solving the killer's identity.

'Inspector Stavros, the officer
in charge of the investigation,

'refused to make any comment
on the progress of the case.

'Well, that's the top of the news from here,
ladies and gentlemen. Good night.'

'This concludes our report for you
on world and local news.

'And now we invite you to stay with us

'to watch a special program
by our roving reporter in America.'

'This is Viktor Damaskinos,

'reporting tonight
from Hollywood, California,

'that land of make-believe
and contradiction.

'It's Thanksgiving Day here in America
and Hollywood is celebrating it

'in its own spectacular fashion.

'Girls, girls, girls.

'Thousands of the prettiest girls
in this golden state

'have assembled in Los Angeles

'and are parading
down floodlit Hollywood Boulevard.

'Those of you who follow me on my travels
have seen the wonders of New York,

'the giant industries
of Pittsburgh and Detroit,

'the raw energy of Chicago
and the vastness of the Great Plains,

'but tonight is something different.

'Here we have a demonstration
of the fresh beauty of America's youth,

'representing high schools and colleges
from all over vast southern California.

'The music you hear
comes from the combined bands

'of ten high schools
and three universities,

'conducted by the band leader
of the University of Southern California.

'This is indeed a feast
of sound and light,

'of color and animation.

'Giant balloons
illuminated by search lights

'flood both sides of the street

'and the crowd roars its appreciation
of this great parade.'

'Yes, ladies and gentlemen,
as you can see,

'America is still young,
and it is indeed a pleasure

'to see these young people
so full of life and energy.'

Paolo?

Where are you?

Hey.

Do you mind telling me
what's wrong with you?

I don't know, I feel
something's missing somewhere,

like I might be on the verge
of something important,

though I just can't put it in focus.

If you let me,
maybe I could help you.

Cléo.

You have an enlarger
in the house, don't you?

Sure I do.

It's very grainy,
but we ought to be able to make it out.

So, you see, Inspector, this should also
explain the death of that steward,

the man who called Lisa
and who flew back here from Tokyo.

I suppose so,
and Kurt Baumer might still be alive,

and if we wait long enough,
he could turn up.

It's possible,
but dangerous, I'd say, to wait.

Still, I'll accept it for the moment.

Then why don't we examine
their hypothesis?

Over a year ago, Kurt Baumer took out
a life insurance policy for $1 million,

payable upon death.

We believe the man who flew out

and who, we believe, was someone
other than Kurt Baumer

was unaware that his valise
had a time bomb hidden in it.

The plane fell down,
Lisa arrives in Athens,

though we don't know
if she's in on it or not.

We both believe
that Lisa was murdered by her husband

because he wanted to be rid of her.

A perfect crime.

Who would suspect him?

But Lara Florakis knew it.

I think she must have,
because if Baumer were aware

that she and her lawyer knew
that he was alive,

he'd have to kill her and that steward
who must've helped him.

But surely our man must've had some sort
of motive for trying to murder Cléo.

Yes, I must admit,
that's the one point I can't figure out.

Well, maybe he wanted an innocent victim
to make believe he was a maniac.

No.

His aim wasn't that.

If Peter hadn't returned
before that man murdered Cléo,

we might well have committed
a grave miscarriage of justice.

Yes, sir,

because the man who tried to kill her
wanted to cast suspicion on Lynch.

I might add,
he was very successful at it.

Yes.

Well, what do you think?

Well, it's plausible, I'd say.

Well, I was thinking
Lynch might help us solve the case

if he'd let the killer think
he's still under suspicion.

How would you like
to play a wanted man?

Hm. The boat's still in Piraeus.

I might pull out
and pretend to escape.

And you might fake a search for me.

Darling, you must take me
along with you for the fresh air.

It's what the doctor said I needed.

Why not?

I think it would be much better.

Do you have a radio telephone
on board?

- Oh, yes.
- Good.

It's very important
that we keep in touch with each other, hm?

Alright.
This piece goes here.

Well, you've found the piece.

That was a tough puzzle,
but it's solved now.

Maybe you two should start
this great escape

through the back door.

- Goodbye.
- Hello? Yes, in one minute.

- This way?
- Yes.

Just one more thing, Inspector.

I hope that you will give me
an exclusive.

I'd say you had an exclusive
on Peter Lynch.

Alright.

Please sit down.

Do you see what it means to be free?

Yes, it's wonderful.

We live on love
and follow the sun and the stars.

I wish we could be like this forever.

What do you want?

Good morning.
Is this Mr. Baumer's house?

It was,

but after Mr. Baumer was killed,
the bank took possession of it.

Bank?

- Didn't he have heirs?
- I don't know,

but I know he owed the bank money,
so they took over the house.

Would you let me have a look inside?

I'd be much obliged.

Alright.

- Come in, yes.
- Thank you.

Did you work for Mr. Baumer long?

Yes, I was his orderly in the army
during the last war.

You know, after all we went through together,
it's hard to believe that he's dead.

Hey, Peter, why are you bringing
that sack with you?

It's a net for the fish I catch.

I'll be right back.

Hey, while you're waiting,
will you fix a nice lunch for us?

So long.

Alright.

Well, darling, did you catch your whale?

No, it's poor fishing.

I'd better try tomorrow.

Yes, this might be the answer to it.

I'd say it's the biggest break we've had.

We'd better move fast.

You're much too curious, Cléo.

For years I investigated
cases of insurance fraud

and recovered the money
for my company

with nothing more
than a pat on the back for my efforts.

When I saw that policy of Baumer's
for $1 million

I decided it was my ticket
to break out of the net I was in

and live the way I always wanted.

Investigating the Baumers, I learned
Lisa often cheated on her husband,

so, to cast suspicion on her,
I took an airline steward into my plans

who was hungry for money and women,
to become her lover.

The only hitch was
that Lisa fell in love with him.

I had to act fast, for if Kurt found out,
he could cancel or change the policy.

I was suspicious when Lisa cashed
that check and booked for Tokyo,

and I didn't know Lara Florakis
had similar plans to mine.

You...

Why did you use me like that,

and kill

and rob?

What are you going to do now?

Well, I wanted
to take you away with me.

But that depends.
I never wanted you to know, Cléo.

But if it wasn't you that night,

Peter,

who was that man, then?

That man was my partner,

the same man who arranged
Kurt's death in that plane crash.

I was forced then to finish him off
before he might blackmail me.

But first it was necessary
for him to bring me

some cufflinks he had made in Turkey
like the ones you photographed.

Pretty neat, eh?

You bastard.

You must be crazy!

Cléo!

Cléo!

Open that hatch.
What are you trying to do?

Listen, Cléo, open up.
Don't be a fool.

- Hello. Hello. If anyone can hear me...
- Get away from that radio.

...please call the police.

Please hurry!

Call Inspector Stavros
or John Stanley.

This is Cléo Dupont.

Oh, I need your help!

I'm on Lynch's boat.

It's off the island of Lemnos.

I know now who he is.

Peter is the killer.

He'll murder me.

You have to turn the switch on

or it won't transmit.

No one will ever catch me

and you, you'll stay here with me.

We have a million dollars, Cléo.

Why were you so curious, darling?

Peter, you're mentally ill.
You know that, dear.

You can get cured, though, you'll see.

Don't ever say that. Don't.
Don't make me angry.

All we know is
where they reported from yesterday.

It will be hard to find them.
There are so many islands.

They could be anywhere
within 50 miles of us.

No!

Please!

Cléo?

Cléo?

You're safe now. It's all over.

And Peter?

He's gone.

To a place where
no policeman can reach him.

Peter was mad, you know.

I was a fool to trust him.

And you saved me.

Well, how did you find out about him?

Baumer's cufflinks.

No, they're a facsimile.

While we were questioning a hostess
who was a friend of the murdered steward,

I noticed something odd.

She was wearing a pin similar
to the one found in your apartment.

But the hostess said a steward
had brought her the pin from Turkey.

When I found the same pair of cufflinks
in the house of Kurt Baumer,

we knew a trick was involved

and the one in your apartment
had been planted there.

The only one who could do that
was Peter.

We needed to find the money
to nail down the case.

Yes.

But we only found it thanks to you.

Goodbye, Nurse.
Thank you.

- Good luck.
- Thank you, Doctor.

Now, when you come
back here one day,

I'd begin covering fashion
instead of murders if I were you

I guess I should.

Thanks again.

Have a good trip. Bye.

Bye, Inspector.

Oh, John, you're still in town.

I was told you flew
out of Athens yesterday.

Well, before I went anywhere,
I was waiting,

for a beautiful day
and a beautiful girl.