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It had all come to a horrible end.

But it had been planned
right down to the smallest detail.

DOUBLE FACE

The wind's strong!

I met Helen Brown on holiday.

I fell madly in love with her.
We got married and were happy together.

Watch out!

Do you love me?

And then in London everything changed.

Don't tell me a lie...

Lovely little doggie.

Helen, how can you keep listening
to this stupid song?

Because I like it.

Darling, will you wash my back, please?

I'm getting out of your life

Just like you want

The game's over

And I'll never play again

Tell me the truth...

I'd really like to know
why Liz is always hanging around.

John, please.

Have I ever asked you
to explain about your secretary?

And don't pull that face.
It doesn't bother me in the slightest.

Do you want to get divorced, Helen?

You're so middle-class.

Even if my father found something out,
he couldn't do anything to you.

That's what you say.
He's the president of the company.

Yes, but I own 90 per cent of the shares.

I thought you knew that.

Mr. Brown's pretty much
one of my employees.

My mother left everything to me
when she died.

He must have been quite annoyed.

Of course.
But don't you worry.

You see,
I've thought of your future.

I've named you as my sole heir.

You'll be fine.

To our future, then.

Where do you think you'll go?

Liverpool, for now.

After that, maybe to Scotland.

And when do you think
you'll come back?

I've no idea.

But I'll write to you.

You could come and join me.

I'd like to but I can't
because of the Theatre.

So you've made your mind up?

Yes, I need to be on my own
for a while.

Sure you're not making a mistake?

Yes, absolutely.

I've talked about it with Liz too.
It's the only solution.

It's the best thing.

I don't understand
how you put up with him.

He's always hanging around
spying on you.

It's all over now.

So is she leaving?

Yes.
I don't understand her.

We really were in love.
Those two years were wonderful.

It's no use.

She's like her mother,
rich, harsh and selfish.

I should have stayed closer to her.

No, I don't think
that would have changed anything.

It was the same thing with her mother.

I'm never going to be able
to let her go.

Helen, are you ready?

Yes, I'm coming down.

Tuki? Tuki.

Are you leaving now?
It'll be dark soon.

It doesn't bother me.

Shall I book you
a hotel room somewhere?

No, Liz has already done it.

You're going on your own?

Yes. Why?

John would be less worried
if you didn't go on your own.

I don't think I need any advice, Dad.

After you.

John... would you mind?

- Of course not.
- Thank you.

Bye.

As it left the road, probably
due to the driver being taken ill,

the car crashed and the petrol tank
exploded into flames,

making it impossible to escape.

The father and the husband are here.

Although the body is unrecognizable,

we can definitely confirm

that it is Helen Alexander.

A passport.

Please...

Thank you.

No, thank you.

We'll be landing in London
in a few minutes.

John, you should go away
for a few days.

It will do you good.

Yes, perhaps you're right.

I wouldn't be able to stand it in London.

Yes, of course. All right.

Hello.

Gordon.

- Do you remember him?
- Yes, it's John Alexander.

His wife's just died
and he's living it up in Saint-Tropez.

What's that supposed to mean?

There's something about this business
that I don't like.

- I'm happy to see you back.
- Thank you.

Sorry, but Mr. Brown's waiting.

My dear John.

It's good to see you. I was starting
to think you wouldn't come back.

You can't know me very well
if you thought that.

Sometimes we're with people for years
but don't really know them.

But you're here now, that's
the main thing. I'll feel less alone.

I can't come to terms
with Helen not being here anymore.

It's no use.

I can't do it.

I know.
It doesn't seem possible.

Maybe it's best to talk about work.

All right. You need to decide
about that French merger offer.

I thought you'd already sorted it out.

You own the company now.
You're the one who needs to decide.

Can I tell you
that I really missed you?

Were you worried about all the post
piling up on my desk?

Please don't be mean to me.

I'm not.

Is it because I'm only your secretary?

This isn't the right time.

You should try to forget.

Yes, of course.

By the way, a police inspector
was looking for you while you were away.

He's out there.

He phoned several times
and said he wanted to see you.

What does he want?

I don't know.

Show him in.

- Good morning.
- Hello.

- Inspector Gordon from Scotland Yard.
- Yes, I was expecting you.

This is Inspector Stevens from Liverpool.

- Pleased to meet you. Have a seat.
- No, thank you.

It's just to let you know that the
Liverpool police consider the case closed.

I didn't know there was an investigation.

There's always an investigation
when there's an accident.

It's the law.

Did you have a good trip?

I went to all the places
I'd visited with my wife.

I don't think
that's the best way to forget.

Gentlemen,
if I can help you with anything.

I'm very busy.

I completely understand,

especially now the company
is all your responsibility.

I was sure you'd come back today.

Professional intuition?

Oh, no, nothing that special,
Mr. Alexander.

It wasn't hard to predict,
even for a humble inspector.

Just because
today is your wife's birthday.

Mr. Alexander,
will you go back and live in your house?

Why?
Do you have any objections?

No, of course not.

I'm getting out of your life

Just like you want

The game's over

And I'll never play again

Tell me the truth

You don't love me any more

Your eyes are saying it

You need to say it too

I'm getting out of your life

Just like you want

The game's over

And I'll never play again

I'm getting out of your life

Just like you want

The game's...

Get out.

You're very rude.
You must own this place, right?

Dry off quickly then get lost.

You can tell me why you're in such a hurry
to throw me out of your house.

I get it.
Typical middle-class husband.

You're afraid?
And yet you don't seem the type.

I'd say the opposite.

You're brutal,
you've got a hot temper.

You've got this energy...

You've even brought the light with you.

Turn it off, it was nicer before.

What are you doing here?

Elementary, my dear Watson.
Elementary.

My name is Christine.

18 years old, no fixed abode.

I happened to be
near this big empty house

in urgent need of a scented bath,

so I climbed over the bars
and here I am,

obedient and naked
as the day I was born.

This is the truth.

Nothing but the truth.

I swear.

Shit! I looked everywhere for whisky
and it was right under my nose.

But if you drink alone...

Please.

Make it a quick drink.

Rude but thoughtful.

You're the kind of man
to steer clear of.

Why don't you let me
sleep here with you?

I'll be good.
I don't even snore.

And I'll leave in the morning.

I'm really scared.
I'm really scared of thunderstorms.

Sleep here?
Are you crazy?

I've hurt myself. I can't walk now.
It's all your fault.

All I can do
is drop you off somewhere.

Come on, hurry up.

If you want your keys...

Bye.

You can see my film this evening.

Why don't you show us the new one?

You guys don't know what Peter's like.
He likes to shock you at the end.

You need to be patient.
It'll be worth it, you'll see.

Look, it's Christine.

Ah, Christine, I didn't know
you played for the other team.

You like to shock us, don't you?

That's a lovely ring.

One...

and two.

They're sadomasochists too.

Look, she's going to ruin her necklace.

Down go the balls!

Doesn't the other one take her hat off?

Who knows what's underneath?

I'd like to see.

I want to see her face.

Is she going to get undressed?

Nice tits!

Get them out!

You know what, I recognize that face.

We're at the best bit.

- When was the film shot?
- Careful, you're hurting me.

It was last Friday, I think.

What's bothering you so much?

- Where's Peter?
- He's weird. It's best if I talk to him.

- I want to have that film.
- It's an expensive hobby.

- Then I'll go.
- No.

It's best if you stay here.
I'll be right back. Wait.

Get up.

Where's the projectionist?

If you want to get hold of him,

go to the art studio at the port
and ask for Peter.

One of these days
Christine's going to get us into trouble,

dragging the first dickhead she meets
along behind her.

And you, can't you ever keep
your great big mouth shut?

What do you want?

What are you looking for?

Are you going to answer?

Take the fur off.

I prefer you like this.
Rude but alive.

I was frightened for a little while.

Where did you get to?

Where do you think?
I was at the house, looking for Peter.

These things require a bit of patience.

I was just in time
to grab you from their clutches

and convince them you weren't a cop,

just a pervert
looking for new sensations.

Where's the film?

Peter promised he'd bring it to me.

Don't tell me
you've got a place to live now.

I found a room at the Park Hotel
by the port.

It may interest you to know that my window
overlooks the studio courtyard.

Do you know who that woman was?

- No. Don't ask me.
- You need to answer.

All I know
is that they called her The Countess.

Tell me the truth.

I asked Peter to get that film for me.

Don't ask me anything about that woman.

She's dangerous.

It looks like you're already in third gear,

but I need to warm up my engine first.

If you look into my eyes

If you read what's inside me

You'll be sure to understand

All the harm you've done to me

Don't tell me a lie

I don't want to believe you any more

The game's over now

See, you've won

I'm getting out of your life

Just like you want

The game's over

And I'll never play again

Tell me the truth

You don't love me any more...

Christine?

Christine?

You need to say it too...

- I'm looking for Christine. Is she here?
- Second floor, room number five.

You can't go up,
she's got another man with her.

It'll be more fun.

Careful you don't drown in the bidet.

I thought that...

Christine told me
that you wanted to buy this film.

You've got good taste.

It's not the sort of thing
you find every day.

It's expensive.
Damned expensive.

Do you want to count it?

Of course not.
This is between gentlemen.

Where did you find
the woman in the mask?

We're not in the habit of revealing
the identity of... our models.

I really don't know.

It was...

It was a friend who brought her to me.
But I'll find...

Her name.
Tell me.

- What's the big hurry?
- It's none of your business.

I'm always available. Don't worry,
I'll be in touch as soon as possible.

I was really scared for a moment,
you know.

Of what?

It was between gentlemen.

You'll talk now
if you don't want me to ruin your face.

I've already told you everything I know.

You can kill me
but I don't know anything else. I don't.

I swear.

You're going to talk, you ugly bitch.
You'll tell me everything.

Why did you come to my house that night?
Why did you give me a sleeping pill?

What's the woman in that film called?

I can't talk. Those people are dangerous.
You know that, right?

Tell me that woman's name right now.

The Countess?

Yes. What the hell is she called?
Her name!

Peter used to get someone to pick her up
from home and take her back.

Things like that
showed she wasn't like the rest of us.

- That's why we called her The Countess.
- Her name. I want her name.

One day when we were filming
one of those scenes

where The Countess was very passionate,

she bit me on the neck in a kind of rage
and whispered in my ear,

"Call me Helen."

She'd always seemed crazy to me

but never as much as on that day.

Did she tell you anything else?

No, nothing else.

Later in his office Peter told me,
because I kept asking him,

that she was the wife of a businessman

and had lost her mind
following a serious car accident.

Then he told me
never to mention it to anyone

and threw me out of his office.

And the film was shot
five days ago, right?

Six, to be precise.

Tell me why you're so interested
in that woman.

Let's just say I'm curious
from a business point of view.

I hope you've told the truth.

This is John Alexander.
I'd like to speak to Mr. Brown.

It's urgent.

Yes.

Yes, I understand.
I'll call back later.

John, what do you mean?

It's Helen, no doubt about it. I thought
I was going crazy when I saw the film.

Afterwards I kept telling myself
the same thing. "She's dead."

She's dead.

Helen's dead.

But the film shows the exact opposite.

You said the woman's face
was masked.

Yes, it was, but the scar on her neck,
the pearls, the ring, her name...

It's Helen, believe me.

If it is Helen,
why didn't she get in touch with us?

Who says she hasn't tried?
Maybe she wasn't able to.

Then tell me why, for God's sake.

Someone who wants to blackmail us
could be stopping her.

That's a ridiculous story.
I can't believe that, John.

I can't believe it.
Do you understand?

Watch the film
and you'll see that I'm right.

I'm certain it's her.

All right, as soon as I can.

I want to get to the bottom of this too.

Poor John.

He's completely devastated
and is convinced Helen's still alive.

He hasn't recovered yet.
He could do something stupid.

No, he doesn't seem the type.

We've come to tell you
that we received an anonymous letter

implying
that your daughter was murdered.

- That's ridiculous. Absurd.
- It's what the letter says.

But do you honestly think John Alexander
could have killed your daughter?

No, of course not.
How can you think that?

He is the sole heir, after all.

Yes, but John didn't know that.

Nobody knew, not even me.

It was an accident.
You said so yourselves.

See if you can get hold
of that piece there.

Listen, Gordon.

The explosion could have been caused by
a device that self-destructed afterwards.

That might explain
why we didn't find traces of anything

when the first tests
were carried out in Liverpool.

- Yes.
- I'd like to have this examined.

- Send it to the lab straightaway. Here.
- All right.

Look at the ring.

I have to say
I see a lot of fine things,

but not the ring in question.

Watch carefully now.

Go back and freeze the image.

This is the film
you were telling me about?

I don't understand.

You really wanted to show me that?

I swear I couldn't have dreamed it.

No, you're not dreaming now. But
you were definitely dreaming yesterday.

Not just yesterday.
The night before too, in that club.

You're talking about something
that doesn't exist.

That's the point.

How could you think Helen could be
involved in such a despicable film?

It makes no sense.

You think I'm crazy,

but I'm not.

I'm sure I'm not mistaken
and I'm sure I didn't dream it.

I know what I said is true,

even though I can't find a rational
explanation for the missing evidence.

But I'm not giving up.

I'm convinced I'm no longer able
to find out the truth myself

but I'll go straight to the police
and ask them to reopen the investigation.

That's what I'll do.

Do you know
what an investigation means?

Do you realize what would happen?

Do you realize?

It would be a scandal. All the London
newspapers would get hold of it.

We'd be crushed. We'd lose
our reputation, our respectability.

We'd be ruined.

And all
because of your ridiculous madness.

I'm sorry, John.
And I want to help you.

Maybe we should go to the police.
I just don't know.

Let me think about it.

Is this a bad time?

No.

I thought I passed Brown,
or am I mistaken?

A Scotland Yard inspector like you
is never mistaken.

That's a myth, my friend.
A myth.

Even we have made innocent people hang,
like poor Evans.

Criminals are much more skillful
these days,

which makes our job impossible.

Whisky?

A glass of milk,
if it's not too much trouble.

You really want one or are you trying
to make me leave the room?

You're as suspicious as a policeman.

If that's what you think,
I won't have one.

Nice house.

I see you like showing films too.

I love Mickey Mouse films.

You always destroy the prints
after showing films?

Why don't you just tell me
what you want from me?

I'll speak frankly.
But first I want to tell you something.

You're under no obligation to reply.

I'm not here as a policeman
but as a friend.

I'll try to see you in that way.

Just make a little effort.

Did you love your wife?

Yes.

These clocks are magnificent.

It's a truly splendid collection.

Do they all work?

Of course.

I look after them myself.

I'm impressed.

But I think I've bored you enough
for now.

Do you play chess?

No.

It's a game I hate.

I'd have sworn quite the opposite.

You see,
the era of Sherlock Holmes is over.

Is that your garage
at the bottom of the garden?

Yes.

You're very lucky.

Even the garage
is far away from your house.

No danger of hearing noises
from the cars.

Did your wife keep her Jaguar
in the garage too?

- Of course.
- Right.

Speaking of which, Inspector,

I forgot to tell you
that the Jaguar's clock

was the only one
I never managed to fix.

It was always an hour fast.

That can happen.

Hello?

Hello?

The Alexander case file.

Here's the file.

Thank you.

That's all.

We arrived on the scene at six o'clock.

The accident had happened
an hour before.

The accident had happened
an hour before.

The accident had happened...

Where are you going?
She's not here.

An hour ago that Peter chap came
looking for her and they left together.

When will they be back?

Who knows.
Maybe tomorrow, maybe never.

Surprised?

Yes, I'd say I was, especially
since we weren't exactly close friends.

Would you like a drink?

When did Helen call you?

What do you mean?

When did you last speak to her?

Before the accident.

After.

Now I understand.
That's why you're here.

You know as well.

I'm here
because I don't know anything.

I've been living in a nightmare for days.

I might as well tell you everything.

Helen wasn't alone
when she left that evening.

She called me from Crosswell.

She seemed happy.

She said she'd managed
to convince a friend to go with her.

Did you tell Brown?

To hear him tell me I'm crazy?
I wasn't brave enough.

And I don't know why,
but since Helen's death

Brown's always avoided me
and I haven't gone looking for him.

Then Helen called me again
and spoke for quite a while,

but her voice was strange
and hard to understand.

I asked her once again
to tell me where we could meet

but she refused.

I talked to her about you

and said that in spite of everything
it was ridiculous

to make you live
in such awful distress.

But it was all no use.

I kept talking to try and convince her
but she didn't reply.

Then, when I thought she'd hung up,

she answered
but kept saying the same thing,

that she didn't want to see you
or anybody any more

but might come looking for me later.

She didn't say anything else?

No, that's all she said to me,
I swear.

Do you want a drink now?

It's you?

Of course it's me.
Who were you expecting?

And what are you doing here?

Why? What's the time?

Half past two.

My God, it's late.

You still haven't answered my question.

It's simple.

I didn't see you all day,

I remembered I had
the keys to the house

and so here I am.

Is something wrong, John?

No.

Especially now you're here.

I wanted to see you
and then I fell asleep like an idiot.

Listen, Alice,
seeing as you've been so nice to me,

can I ask you a question?

What did Gordon want from Brown?

I didn't think you'd be interested.

Come on, tell me what they said.

I don't make a habit of eavesdropping.

You weren't that discreet a while back.

Look, you need to tell me everything.

I'm tired of all this reticence,
insinuation and mystery.

Tell me what you know.

I love you, John.

I kept quiet because
I didn't want you to suffer any more.

You've seemed very strange recently,
very upset.

Yes, Brown did speak to me.

He told me
that Gordon suspects you killed Helen.

He said he defended you
but you're acting insanely.

And?

He's starting to have doubts
because of your strange behavior.

- Is that all?
- That's all.

John, please tell me the truth.

What they think is horrific.

You didn't kill your wife, did you?

You idiot.

If you want to smoke,
the cigarettes are in my jacket.

By the way... I'm so stupid...

I forgot to say that a man called
and told me that The Countess...

- What do you know about The Countess?
- Me? Nothing.

But the gentleman asked me to tell you

that The Countess has gone back
to live in her old family home.

Hello?

Hello?

Who?

- Alexander?
- He's at the bar.

Tell him Liz says that Helen's
waiting for him at St Anne's cathedral.

- St Anne's.
- All right, I've got it.

Yes, if he's here,
of course I'll tell him.

Helen's waiting for him
at St Anne's cathedral.

Yes, St Anne's.

I'm here.

It can't be.

Why didn't you wait for me
in that house?

Because I couldn't.
I wasn't brave enough.

I'll tell you why.

Because you're not Helen.

You're not my wife. Helen's dead.

She died in that accident.

Leave me alone!

It was all your doing.

I was a beautiful young woman.

Now I'm a monster.

How did you manage to survive?

You've even destroyed my voice.

I'm alive because an angel helped me

and made that poor girl die
instead of me.

Helen, my poor Helen.

You're right to pity me,

because I'm ruined now.

Here.

Kill me,

because I can't live like this
any more.

Kill me.

I knew it. I knew it was you!

You ugly slut, you've ruined my life!

I wouldn't do that if I were you,
Mr. Alexander.

If you hadn't stopped him,
he would have killed again.

What are you waiting for? Arrest him.

It's not true. I didn't kill Helen.

I loved my wife.

This is ridiculous. It's absurd.

Look at what you're doing.

You don't have proof!

I recorded your secret phone calls
with Liz.

They're conclusive proof
that you killed your daughter

and tried to force Mr. Alexander
to commit an irreparable act

to make him look guilty.

All this is illegal.

Illegal but convenient.

You idiot! I told you that your plan
to seize your step-daughter's inheritance

to become sole owner of the firm
wasn't going to work,

because you'd have ended up
ruining me too in your terrible scheme!

- Damn you!
- You stupid ugly idiot.

I shouldn't have trusted you.

- Let me go!
- See to the woman!

Let me go!

I always suspected Brown.

But after Peter and Christine
were arrested

and confessed
to tampering with the film

and you told me that
the Jaguar's clock was an hour fast,

I no longer had any doubt,

because the explosion didn't happen
at six like it said on the dashboard,

but at five,
as Brown had always claimed.

Only the murderer could have been
certain of the exact time,

in other words, Brown.

In the end, Brown did you a favor.

You'd have killed her otherwise.

I'm getting out of your life

Just like you want

The game's over

And I'll never play again

I'm getting out of your life

Just like you want

The game's over

And I'll never play again

Tell me the truth

You don't love me any more

Your eyes are saying it

You need to say it too