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Take another.

Get all her clothes.

Be careful.

Don't touch anything.

What time did you say you arrived?

Around four o'clock.

Was that when you were supposed to meet Elizabeth?

No.

She said that she'd get here in the afternoon.

She had a key.

- Did you leave the school at one? - Yes, I did.

I went home. I wanted to talk to my wife.

- Of course. Did you? - No.

Inspector.

She was attacked in the bath. She struggled a lot.

Dozens of bruises on her neck. The killer used a towel,

so there are no finger prints.

She wasn't strangled, she drowned. There are hairs under her nails,

they're not from the victim, probably the killer's.

I've sent them to the lab.

- Was she raped? - I don't think so.

We'll know more after the autopsy.

We can go.

- There he is! - That's him!

Sorry, no comment. Let me through.

Get in. - Were they having an affair?

- No comment. - Here comes the colonel's car!

Give us a statement, inspector.

The police station, please. You shouldn't have come colonel.

When can I see my niece?

- Tomorrow. It's not possible now. - Have you arrested her killer?

Who? You mean Rosseni? No.

We can't be sure. - I'm certain he's guilty!

Mr Bryant, I offer my sincerest condolences,

as do my colleagues.

Thank you, but condolences mean nothing right now.

I still haven't seen poor Janet's body,

they only care about the new murder.

The inspector's vanished. I've been waiting for hours.

Colonel Seccles obviously has more influence than me.

It's one o'clock. I have business to deal with as well!

In that case, leave!

I don't need to question you any more.

Why don't you question them?

Three deaths and they still don't see

there's a sex maniac at that school! Wait till you read tomorrow's papers.

- What do you want? - We need a sample of your hair.

Sorry colonel, but there's no point in a confrontation between you

and professor Rosseni.

You have no proof. - A married teacher seduced a minor,

that's proof enough for me. - But not enough for a conviction.

Then make him confess! I'm sure you know how.

You're upset colonel.

It's understandable. I'll have you accompanied you to your car.

Thank you, but there's no need.

Inspector.

Where's Enrico? Can I see him?

- Not now. Please be patient. - You're wasting your time.

Enrico didn't kill that girl. He's no murderer or a sex maniac!

We have to be certain.

Excuse me, I have a lot to do.

I don't know about the relationship between Miss Seccles and Rosseni,

or the other two girls.

No-one said there was more than one relationship.

No? It seemed obvious to me.

I'm sure.

Do these green pins mean anything to you?

She was a lovely girl. There's no way she slept around.

If she had an affair with Enrico, she must have loved him.

She was serious and sensitive.

How could someone hate her enough to kill her?

As for Enrico,

I can't believe he did it. It's completely inconceivable.

I never liked that Italian.

I knew there was something going on. He's disgusting.

Have you seen this key before?

- Is this a game? - It's one of the keys to the flat.

Rosseni says that his key was stolen yesterday,

between 10:00 and 11:30 from the changing rooms.

You think I stole it?

Enrico is young. His wife can be harsh, she has rigid principles.

It's not surprising he needed some distraction.

You're a good psychologist.

Do you think Rosseni is...

drawn to young girls?

I'm no expert, but these days a girl of 18 is hardly a child.

It's a shame, but true. Regardless of morals...

why would he have killed her? We all know what she saw.

She told us in the headmaster's office.

What did she know?

She was a witness to Hilda's death.

What did she actually say?

I formed an impression, after much deliberation...

What did she say?

Hilda's killer wore long, black robes.

In other word, a priest.

What's this about a priest?

It's what she believed.

She had nightmares about it.

Seeing the murder again and again.

Then she remembered the priest. - When did she say that?

She rang me one night. She had another nightmare,

and remembered that detail. - Which night?

Two nights ago. When Janet Bryant was killed.

Please be patient.

Where's Grieg? He was supposed to be here!

Go and get him at once!

This is the autopsy and the lab results.

The hairs from the fingernails aren't Rosseni's,

they're dead hairs. - Dead hairs?

As for the autopsy, you won't believe this...

not only was there no rape, the girl was still a virgin.

- Elizabeth was still a virgin? - Exactly.

I'm sure that will restore her reputation with the teachers.

Maybe.

You're needed for more questioning.

Come on, get dressed. - Damn. I knew it would end like this.

Take a good look.

What was he: Catholic, protestant, Jesuit, Dominican? Answer!

Enough! You call me a liar, now you want to know what order he belonged to?

All priests wear black! Black!

You must have seen something!

Okay, alright...

Maybe he had a beard.

Get me Draper.

- Here you are inspector. - Thank you.

The hairs found under the finger nails, could they have come from a beard?

Yes, but only a fake beard. The hairs are synthetic.

Okay, thanks.

Hold him a while longer.

Come on, take another look.

Father Webber. Father!

- Praise be to the Lord. - Yes, of course.

Have you ever seen a priest with a beard at the school?

Or perhaps at the church?

- I don't think so. Why? - Never mind.

You can go now, and take him with you.

What a bunch of bastards! I'll never find a taxi at this time.

To hell with priests! Why did I have to see him?

And people say I'm too superstitious! - God, there's another one!

Leave me alone!

Yesterday, your husband was late for his appointment with Elizabeth,

because he wanted to talk to you, but he didn't. Why not?

I didn't exactly encourage him.

I didn't want to know. - No, you already knew.

You left before him, didn't you? Where did you go?

- Why do you ask? - Your husband didn't kill anyone.

He'll be released shortly. - Can I go?

One last thing, Mrs Rosseni.

The girl, Elizabeth, was still a virgin.

This is for you, from Mr Leech. So is this.

All your school clothes. Don't you want to check? - Not now, thanks.

You can go.

What did you expect from the headmaster, congratulations?

You're not suspected of killing her.

You're not even to blame for her death.

Take and shower and relax, we can talk later.

We haven't talked for ages,

If we carry on like this, we'll never speak again.

You spoke to Elizabeth yesterday, in the courtyard.

I saw you with her.

I wanted to say something, but I didn't have the courage.

I told her to study more at home.

We don't have to say much, Erta. We know each other too well.

We've just grown apart a little. - You want us to stay together?

I have to know who killed her. You understand, don't you?

I want to know too. I'll help in any way I can.

You've all heard that Elizabeth Seccles died yesterday.

The headmaster wants classes to go on as normal.

This experience has been unpleasant enough as it is.

But we can talk about it among ourselves a little.

Was Elizabeth killed by the same person as Janet?

- In the same way? - My mum wouldn't let me read the papers today.

- I read them. Is it true that Mr Rosseni was arrested?

Wait, I've got some questions too.

- May I? - Stand up.

Please excuse me.

I need to have a chat with these young ladies.

Have any of you seen, in recent weeks...

A priest with a beard?

At school or in church... well?

Yes, in church. The new confessor.

- What do you mean 'new'? - Another, not Father Webber

He only comes here now and then.

- How many times has he been? - Two or three.

Did any of you confess to this bearded priest?

That's enough girls. Confession is a serious thing.

Who's spoken to the new priest? Come on!

- I did Miss. - What did you say?

I'm sorry. Did Hilda confess to this priest?

I don't know, but Janet did.

I remember, during Hilda's funeral. We took communion.

Okay, I understand.

Thank you all. You too madam... Goodbye.

- Weren't you friends with Hilda and Janet? - Not really.

That's not true! You were like a gang.

You, Hilda, Janet and Helen too.

Mind your own business!

Girls! So what if they were friends?

Why try to hide it?

Why trying learn more. Don't you want to know who killed Hilda and Janet?

Elizabeth was a good friend of Janet, as you well know.

Only you can help the police, because you knew these girls well.

Do you know who their friends were out of school?

Which boys they spent time with?

You were right, Hilda, Janet, Brenda and Helen were close friends.

- Did you find out anything? - Not much.

Brenda's as cunning as a fox,

but I think Helen's a little scared.

- Scared? Why? - I don't know.

I did discover one thing though.

Hilda and Janet were seeing older boys, university students.

They were anything but innocent!

Sorry, that came out wrong.

I found out the name of one young man.

He lives on a houseboat on the Thames, his name is Philip Sollivan.

- I'm a friend of Philip Sollivan. - Fine, you can come in.

He'll be back in a minute, he's changing films.

- Are you Philip Sollivan? - Yes, what is it?

Do you have a minute? I'm a teacher from St. Mary's school.

Don't worry, this is just between you and me. No trouble.

- What do you want to know? - Let's talk outside.

Not so fast!

I don't have long. Let's finish now, or we'll run out of time.

Sorry. Let me finish this shoot. Have a seat.

Come on baby, let's go to work.

Did you know Janet Bryant and Hilda Ericson?

Sure, I met them at university last year,

all my friends knew them as well. They were two cool girls.

It's tragic, the way they died.

Cool in what way?

In that way. Sex, my friend.

- It was easy to get them into bed? - Actually, no.

But everything else, yes. Haven't you read the Kinsey report?

What do you know about Brenda and Helen. You know them?

Of course I know them. Brenda, Helen...

what was that other one called? - Elizabeth.

Yeah, her. The one that was killed two days ago.

Now I think about it...

she wasn't really part of that crowd. - They were all students of mine.

They were like a gang, weren't they?

Better believe it! They even slept together, the little lesbians.

- What about with the boys? - They never slept with any of us.

Not after what happened to Solange.

Okay, babe. We're done, you can get dressed.

So, what do you want to know?

First of all, who's Solange?

Just a girl. It was just an example.

An example of what? Who is Solange, what happened to her?

Nothing! Why should anything have happened?

- Talk! - What is this?

She was half French. Very free, very cute.

She used to sleep around, but I never had her. I swear.

It's the truth! She was in the first year.

- Not in my school. - No. - Where, then?

I don't know. A girls' school somewhere.

I don't know where. That's all I know.

She disappeared. I never saw her again.

I'm coming honey.

Father Herbert takes confession here, We priests have our little habits too.

Of course. Who uses that one?

I mean, couldn't Father...

- Herbert. - Perhaps Father Herbert brought a colleague in to help.

Another priest? - I never have.

I take confession for all the girls personally,

I'm the only one, I'm sure of that. - You must be Father Herbert.

Step forward please.

Do you always use this confessional?

You never change?

But if you're in there, and the Father's at the pulpit,

couldn't that damned priest...

I'm sorry. Couldn't the bearded priest have hidden himself in here?

Theoretically, that would be possible.

But I don't think that's what happened.

I suppose you can't tell me what the girls said to you

over the past two weeks.

- No, I can't. - I understand.

I need to speak to you. Please don't judge Elizabeth harshly,

our friendship was platonic. I wanted to ask about something else.

Would you look at that! He's unbelievable.

It would be wrong to cause a scene here.

There's something I need to know. You had a friend called Solange, right?

- Never heard of her. Have you? - Me neither.

Come here. If you keep talking to those girls,

Newton's bound to believe you're a sex maniac.

How are things with Erta?

She's an amazing woman. Without her...

Yes, Solange. She started college last year. I don't know the surname.

Thanks. Sorry to bother you.

- Well? - That was the last one. I've checked every college in London.

Sit down. Look...

It can't be her, she's still there.

This one's called Solange, but she's still in secondary school.

That leaves one, Solange Beauregard. She started college last year,

But she hasn't begun her second year.

It has to be her. Where does she live?

James Street. Don't go there now.

Please, I'm exhausted.

Good evening, Miss.

Good morning.

You should go to work, I'll look for Solange.

Okay. 'Bye.

What's going on?

Forgive the intrusion, I'm looking for the Beauregard family.

Beauregard? I don't know them.

They have a daughter, she's sixteen. Her name is Solange.

Do you know where I could find them? - I'm sorry.

We've only been renting here for a year.

- Do you know the owner? - I only know the agents, Golden House.

Thank you.

- Hallo? - Is that Professor Rosseni?

- Who's calling? - It doesn't matter.

Consider me a friend. Of Italy.

- What do you want? - Be quiet and listen.

Take a holiday. Go to Italy. If you don't, your wife will disappear.

Son of a bitch.

Hallo, this is Golden House Estates.

Our offices are closed until Monday morning at nine...

RUTH HOLDEN KNOWS EVERYTHING SHE LIVES AT GERASDORF

- Sir! - What is it?

You dropped this earlier, when you picked up the post.

Mrs Holden!

Is anyone here?

Mrs Holden!

Who could have left you this message?

Probably one of the second year girls.

- Why you? - I've no idea.

The girls should be under surveillance.

We've taken care of that.

Have you heard? Poor old Ruth.

- Are you scared? - Just a little.

Well I am. We should go to the police.

Idiot! Don't you dare betray us!

We decided to keep it a secret. You swore an oath!

Okay! I won't say a thing, I promise you.

Do you do gym as well, Mr Newton?

Yes! I mean no. I was looking for a colleague.

I was looking for some of the girls. Where are the second year students?

Of course. Actually, no. I must go now!

Girls, did either of you know Ruth Holden?

No.

Why did you say no?

You're Brenda Pitcher, aren't you?

Please join us, Mrs Rosseni.

Why did you say you didn't know Mrs Holden?

This morning, your mother said she was with your family for 3 years.

You mean nanny! I'm sorry inspector,

I always called her 'nanny'. I forgot her name was Ruth.

Of course I knew her. >From the day I was born, in a way.

The police are fumbling around in the dark,

while treating me like a child.

- Maybe they're right. - If I'm a child, I'm a stubborn one.

Those girls know everything, I'm sure of it.

They're 16, they have secret boyfriends,

there's jealousy, orgies, lesbian relationships.

I'm sorry, but it's the truth.

I wouldn't be surprised if they took drugs.

My God! The way that poor woman died.

Don't think about it.

She's the connection between all the killings.

But why dress as a priest?

What if it really is a priest?

He hears their confessions, he absolves them, then he kills them.

Come on, that's enough now.

On Monday, we'll carry on looking for Solange,

You might as well relax until then.

Come here! Stop it!

Why do you do this?

Come back here! Stop!

Stop running, Solange.

- Who is it? - Hallo? It's Philip.

What's wrong? Why doesn't he call me himself? - I've got news...

Come to the fun fair tomorrow. Around two.

You must come. It's important for everyone.

If you don't, the police will find out everything. He'll be there.

Here, and here.

Unmarked cars. Try not to look like policemen in disguise.

Keep an eye on everyone, but make it subtle, okay?

Understood?

The trap's set. Tomorrow, two o'clock.

Don't you remember me? I'm Brenda.

You disappeared. Come on!

Why didn't you stay in touch? Where have you been?

- Inspector. - Don't salute, you idiot!

We were friends, we could be again.

Excuse me Father, did you see two girls pass by?

Yes, they went in that direction.

I turned round for two seconds. When I looked back, they'd gone.

I saw the car drive off, the priest was the only person in it.

They can't have gone far. We've got roadblocks everywhere.

We're doing all that we can. She was with a friend,

not someone from school though. I'm sure of that.

Please try to think who that might be.

- Inspector Barth! - Excuse me.

Mister Bascombe.

My daughter Solange isn't at home.

I went out. When I returned, she'd gone.

- Do you have a photo of her? - Yes, certainly.

I thought you might need it.

Stay with him.

Sergeant Kramer! - Solange Beauregard is Bascombe's daughter?

Yes. She's mentally ill. He keeps her hidden away.

Not the sort of thing you make public.

- She wasn't ill last year. - I know. It happened last summer.

The doctor said it was infantile regression.

Why is her surname different?

She's his daughter from another marriage, for God's sake!

Don't you have anything better to do? Where the hell is Kramer?

Look at this. Is this the girl who was with Brenda? - Yes.

As you can see, the door's been forced open.

Where is your daughter's room?

They broke into here as well. Since her illness, I've kept her indoors.

But now... - There's nothing more we can do here,

Stay at home. If I hear anything, I'll let you know.

We'll keep you company if you want.

No thank you. I'd rather be alone.

Fine. Call us if you need anything.

He managed to keep Solange hidden from everyone except the killer,

who used her as bait to get Brenda. But why?

Solange started college last year, didn't she?

Yes, I told you.

Now where are you going?

Solange can't speak, but you can.

I want to know everything, do you hear? Everything.

I knew that nanny was good at that kind of thing.

We went to there together, by bicycle.

That's not all. I want details.

We arrived at Ruth Holden's house.

An argument began.

There was disagreement,

Elizabeth and Hilda were against it.

They didn't want her to go inside.

But we managed to convince her to see Mrs Holden,

we told her she didn't have a choice.

What did you do to Solange?

- Hurry up. - You won't hurt me, will you nanny?

If it hurts a bit, you've deserved it.

Girls, hold her still.

Keep her legs wide open.

Do what you do when you're having sex, grit your teeth.

Are you sure about this?

- Mr Bryant please. - He's not home.

- It's professor Rosseni, please let me in. - You're positive?

I wouldn't be here otherwise.

Hilda wouldn't tell me anything.

She didn't mention you or the others.

But she betrayed herself in confession.

Janet told me nearly everything. In church, and before I killed her.

Are you sure no-one removed a book after...

I don't know. No-one's been in here since then.

The Italian text book isn't here. We have to call Barth.

Now it's your turn, Janet.

Your turn.

Look, the door's been repaired.

There's no-one in. He's probably out looking for his daughter.

- You're wrong. - Without a warrant, there's nothing I can do.

I don't have any proof, not even a decent clue.

See! An Italian text book from the second year.

Solange left after her first year! Why is this here?

A similar book is missing from Janet's house,

because it's here. How is that possible?

This is Barth, tell all patrols to look out for...

Hallo? Inspector?

You're Solange, aren't you?

Where's your father?

They found you!

Thank God. Where have you been?

Where did you find her? - She came back on her own.

I have a few questions for you, if you don't mind.

You too.

The black robes. Barth!

Inspector Barth!

Stay here.

Come with me.

Over there! The priest's habit.

She's unconscious.

- Why? - The girls formed a club,

a secret sect, with oaths of silence and even a badge, a green needle.

They were going out with boys whenever they liked,

and nobody knew a thing about it.

Solange got pregnant.

They kept it a secret and forced her to have an abortion.

It resulted in trauma. Her father put some of the pieces together.

By using the priest's habit,

he discovered the rest in confession and set out to avenge her death.

All the girls involved had to die.

All of them.

Hilda, Janet, Ruth Holden and Brenda, all condemned to death

for what they did to his daughter.

Elizabeth died because she saw him.

But it's still this poor soul who's paying the price for everyone.