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Please proceed to your gate about half an hour before take-off.

Your ticket.

Thank you. - You're welcome.

Destination? - New York.

Yes our flight is loading now at gate 11.

Tell me, is it non-stop? - Yes it is.

You'll land in New York at dinner time.

I'd like to change my ticket, is there a plane to Barcelona?

One moment.

You can fly to Barcelona direct. It's not very much longer than an hour's flight.

Do you want me to confirm it for you?

Yes, that's better, confirm it, please.

Your water, Miss.

You asked for water.

Yes.

Attention please. Passengers, are kindly requested to fasten their seatbelts

and obey the no-smoking signs.

In a few minutes we'll be landing at the airport in Barcelona.

Thank you!

Gorgeous Barcelona!

Three million inhabitants, second city in Spain,

and the capital of Catalonia! It is known as the pearl of the Mediterranean,

and with good reason: Valencia to Barcelona in six hours.

That's travelling! How do you like your Martinez? - Hooray for Martinez!

Oh, no, no applause! You'll make me emotional and I'll forget everything!

Oh yes! It's a brand new world after you've been in Spain!

Coming up on the left now is Barcelona's famous bull fighting arena.

Ole! - Ole!

I dont think I would agree.

How beautiful. My goodness!

That was the location of my old school, right over there where the bank is!

Please, Romi, no more stories!

Your old flat is now a hotel, the area you used to play is now a parking lot...

You are driving me slowly nuts with this nostalgia!

You can try to be a little more original! - How about that cathedral!

You're just tired, otherwise you'll be interested. Go to sleep.

There on your left you can admire the Barrio.

Here on your right, the Santa Eulalia cathedral. Wonderfull isn't it?

Hey, Reverend Bronson! Come on up here, why dont you?

It'd be a lot more fun for you! Why are you sitting by yourself?

What do you say? Come on up and socialize.

Oh, thank you, in a while then. All right?

Can you see better now? - Yeah, thanks.

Well, I guess you know who that is, don't you? The old Christopher Columbus!

You were taught that he was Italian, but yours truly has news for you!

Yes, take it from your friend Martinez, Columbus was a Spaniard,

nothing but pure Spanish blood in his veins! - ls that right?

I don't know. Hey, Miss Stone, is he right?

Spanish or Italian, if you're asking me,

Christopher made a terribly big mistake.

You dont think America is worth all that trouble, do you? - Oh my god, a communist, are you?!

Here we are, all out!

Here's your key, senior Hamilton. - Ok!

- Seniorita. - Thanks!

Buenos dias. - Buenos dias.

Mrs. Stone? Here you are.

Oh, Mrs. Stone, I... I almost forgot.

You had a phone call from Paris, early this morning.

Paris you say, are you sure?

Oh yes. It was about ten o'clock.

I said you weren't expected until later. - Will they call later?

I don't know, I spoke only with the operator. I'm sorry.

Hello.

Don't forget to spray the bed, you'll never know.

Peggy, what happened?!

Okay, everyone, you have half an hour, then we're off to the Ramblas!

Oh, isn't that pretty? - Beautiful, darling.

Come on, there's lots to see.

Hi there! Hello Miss!

Have you seen my granddaughter? - No, not since the hotel.

If you see her, tell her I was looking for her! Thank you!

Don't worry, nothing is happened. She's just not a baby any longer!

I'll boot her rump, if I catch her spooning with a boy!

Reverend.

Excuse me, have you seen a...

a young American girl, who's kind of tall and... sweet like, huh?

No I didnt see her

Well, thanks

It's a fine pose, Naiba, hold it there!

Hey, do you like chrysanthemums? - The flowers of death? I'm far from ready!

Say cheese!

Beautiful!

Come on! - No, there's people!

Adios.

See you tonight!

Is this your flow-

My God!

Paulette! Let's get out of here! Come on, Paulette.

Mark!

How'd you find me?

I can't tell you right away.

Qué pasa? - Poor thing.

Let's get away, quickly. Come on, this way!

Call the police! Somebody, call the police!

I'll never be able to forget the look of that awful eye socket...

That blue eye staring...

As if she was looking straight at me.

Listen Paulette, the best thing is to try not to think about it.

Here, drink this.

All right?

Why did you come here, Mark?

Why complicate things between us?

Alma and I did nothing but argue the last 10 days in Paris.

So

I decided not to go back to America with her.

I told her I'd join her there in a few days,

instead I've come to Barcelona.

I wanted to see you again.

I need to have you near me.

No, Mark, not under these conditions. I've already told you:

Your wife and I are going to compete only on an equal basis.

I just don't feel it's proper to take advantage of her ill health.

So until Alma's okay, please leave me alone. I can wait, Mark.

That is not true, and you know it.

The first time was a mistake, I'm gonna see to it that is doesn't occur again.

I refuse to be a plaything!

To work for you and to be in love with you.

It's just too difficult... really Mark.

You understood me? Say you have.

It's only a matter of a short while, Paulette.

Alma didn't go back to Burlington.

I managed to convince her to undergo some treatment in a New York clinic.

She's suffering from a nervous collapse, that's all it is...

and I'll talk to her when she's better.

I'm sure she'll surely realize that the only possible solution is a divorce.

Until then?

What do you intend to do for now? - Stay here with you.

You know all Burlington is here, your good reputation darling...

It's a risk that I... prefer... to... take.

As of today, one more week as a policeman!

Yep! In a few days, this ex-cop will have quit chasing criminals.

I'll be chasing trout!

Then it's your problem.

Your eagerness to sit in this chair, that is obvious.

Well, I suppose... I suppose I can't deny it, inspector.

In your age, they had my ass out on the streets.

I know, those were other times.

In those days, a cop had to learn on the doing.

We had no policemen academy. - Can you tell me something in regards...

Slow down, not so fast! There's a week to go young man!

And a week can be a very long time.

Yes?

Hm...?

Where, did you say?

The Ramblas?

Right, I'll be right there.

I mean to say: WE'LL be right there.

At that school that you went, did you ever witness an autopsy?

Now, the blade entered the abdomen twice from a high angle.

Those blows were inflicted with extreme violence, I'd say it was

the perforated liver as well as profound loss of blood abdominally.

And what about the mutilation of the eye?

Obviously it was a case of torture before she died. - Excuse me, doctor.

Are you saying the killer is a sadist? - I wouldn't rule it out.

What type of weapon was it? - A knife sharp as a razor.

it had to be to do that. I would imagine some sort of stiletto.

What have you got on the victim? - Her name was Pepita Barrero.

She was 18 years old, and her father owns a flower shop on the Ramblas,

just a stone throw from where she was killed.

No-one saw the murder? - No, no-one.

Unless you count an elder American minister that reported he heard the victim screaming.

Where is this minister?

Well if I'd only been there just seconds, seconds earlier,

I might have saved her. - You can imagine how worried I was!

Jenny had gone away byherself without saying anything!

When I heard those cries from that poor girl, for a moment there... I wanna tell you... Wow.

There's Miss Stone.

I would like you to meet Mr Mark Burton. He owns the company I work for.

He came down here to sample the gazpacho

We bumped into each other this morning.

Sit here, I'll make room for you. It's really easy, I'll sit me there,

no inconvenience at all. - No, please, reverend.

I can sit with my secretary at this next table.

No, make yourselves at home you two. Do as I say, sit here!

Please.

Are you also a Burlington person?

Not really, I've...

I've lived there for several years, ever since I took over the presidency

of Murray and Sons.

So, who is Murray? - Promotion.

What's that?

Publicity.

Let me see if I can give you an example.

You know the prizes and free gifts

you sometimes find in boxes of detergents in the supermarkets?

Well, they're all part of promotion.

Yea, I knew I knew that guy, it's Mark Burton!

What a coincidence, his wife and I went to school together.

I see her all the time back in Burlington you know.

Poor Alma, she wouldn't like it if she were to discover

that her husband cheats. - What a thing to say Mrs. Alvarado?

That young lady is only his secretary.

You want to bet on it?

Got it? - I'm not very hungry.

For you, seniorita.

For me?!

Here we are at the Tibidabo, the highest point of Barcelona.

I'm mean it's only logical Barcelona's Coney Island in the rain!

Could't expect any change in the itinerary, it's sacred...

Listen to that, you get to feel like a complaint station.

I agree with your granddaughter. I think it's ridiculous.

Apparently your boss is in agreement. He didn't even show!

In fact, he had to see to some business, he'll join us a little bit later.

Lisa, are you gonna try shooting even in the rain? - Yea.

I don't want to get pneumonia! - You won't.

Here we are, compliments from the house!

And mine? - Here!

Thanks. - That's yours. senior Hamilton.

Thank you. - seniorita Jenny.

Gorgeous color. - There's one for everyone.

Hurry, Jenny.

Here I am! - Come on, come on!

Everyone, into the building!

It stopped raining!

Peggy, have you seen Martinez? - He was over there a while ago.

I wanna go get some more film from the bus, it's a pity to waste the weather!

Hey, let's go into the hunted tunnels, it'll be fun! You wanna?

If you like. - You two go onto together.

I do wanna get that roll of film, I'll meet you later. - Okay.

Let's take these two! - Yeah, lets!

Oh my God! Look!

What the...?!

Where's my daughter? Where's Peggy?! - Don't let her come any closer!

What have they done to my daughter- - Calm down, don't look!

Calm down, get a hold of yourself! Don't look! Don't look!

The two killings were clearly the work of the same murderer.

We haven't found it yet, but you can rest assured that

that maniac used the same weapon to murder both girls.

I want to point out something important:

All of you are involved in these crimes.

Two girls killed in the same party is no coincidence.

The killer could just be one of you. - What are you saying?

It's absurd to think anything like that! No-one in our group is a maniac!

He's right, inspector, there's no-one in our group who'd commit a murder.

Sure! It's out of the question, obviously, He's mad, not one of us!

There was this case in Burlington, you should all recall. It was just over a year ago.

The family on the edge of town, the girl found stabbed outside the factory!

Yes.

It was solved immediately, He was a vagabond, bats, a mental basketcase.

No need to go on at such lengths, Senior Hamilton.

I didn't accuse you.

Perhaps one of you could explain this object,

that we found in the dead girl's hand. Sir.

Yours, isn't it?

Yes, it is. What a surprise to see it, I lost it yesterday, inspector!

Well, you had that thing this morning, I saw it!

I'm afraid you're mistaken. - He played tricks on all of us!

He loved to make Peggy scream, he takes pleasure in scaring people!

Then he stands there, practically pees laughing!

Inspector, it's like I told you - I lost the spider yesterday!

It's your word against hers, isn't it?

You better come along with us, we'll see who's lying.

- Lara. Take him down? - Yea.

That'll be all for now.

One moment.

Are you traveling with this group? - This is inspector Tudela,

he's investigating Peggy's death.

No, I'm Mark Burton. This lady is my secretary.

I'm in Barcelona on business. - Good.

I shall need to question you and the others at the same time.

Naiba dear, your Lisa's waiting! Don't you want to get into bed?

Just leave me alone, I don't feel like it tonight!

You've been a little unreasonable. Sure, what occurred was horrible,

but what's it got to do with us? - In the whole group your favorite was Peggy.

you think I didn't notice how you looked at her?!

You never missed a chance to talk to her, touch and embrace her!

You acting very silly. - Tell me you ddin't get off on her, you liar!

I wouldn't be surprised in the least if she refused your-

Come on, I'd like to hear this! - Alright tell me:

When Peggy died in that chamber of horrors, just where were you, bitch!?

Don't, Naiba. Come here.

I'm sorry honeybunny. Forgive me.

I must've lost my head. I didn't mean it.

Oh, come on, don't cry. Please.

This is a rotten vacation, I dont mind telling you!

I want to get the hell out of here, Romi!

The police have arrested the killer, my sweet love, it's over.

They're just questioning him, we don't know who did it!

Gail, there is one thing I do know.

It's years that I planned this trip to Spain, and I'm not going anywhere

until I revisited the place where I was wounded during the war.

You got hit? I didn't know. - I told you. You've forgotten.

Bombardment near Madrid. - Where did they hit you?

In my...

Right here, why?

Hey. What are you thinking?

Gail!

I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Hamilton, but my wife's too upset to sleep.

And I was wondering if you have a tranquilizer for her?

Yes, I have a bottle of Simpamina.

Come inside, I'll get it for you.

The safety blades? I was out of them.

Yes, hello?

New York is on the line. Speak up, please.

Goodmorning St. George Clinic.

I'd like to speak to Mrs. Alma Burton.

This is her husband. - One moment, please.

I'm sorry, but Mrs. Burton is not a patient at the clinic.

She was due here on the 8th, but she cancelled out.

Hello?

Hello? Did you hear me? - Yes, I heard you. Thanks.

She's not there. She didn't even check into the clinic.

Yes, hello? - Finished with your call to New York?

Yes, thank you.

Oh, Miss?

Could you get me Burlington, Vermont, please?

What number, please?

234...

...6251.

Hold on please, I'll dial directly.

How do you read it? Why didn't she got to the clinic?

I don't know.

It's ringing out, sir.

- I'm sorry, sir, they don't answer. - Thank you.

Strange.

She's not home either.

I really don't see any reason to worry like this, you know.

At the last moment, she changed her mind and she decided she doesn't want to enter the clinic.

And she left the house for a while, what's so strange about that?

I hope you're right.

Come on. Tell me what you're worried about, darling.

It's an absurd idea.

I'm sorry, it isn't even worth mentioning.

Hey, you!

You just wait a minute! What are you doing here, it was you, wasn't it?!

I'll fix you, you filthy murderer, I'll fix you!

What happened, Paco? - He killed Pepita, I'll call the police!

Mr Burton. Mr Burton!

What good fortune I ran into you!

There was a message for you, someone called the hotel after you left.

She said it was most urgent. Here.

I wrote the message down.

I took it along because your secretary had stepped out of the hotel too.

"Your wife, Mrs. Burton called. She is waiting for you at the hotel Presidente

in Barcelona, room 1o8."

Thanks, reverend. See you later!

Mrs. Alma Burton, please.

Suite... 108.

Evidently you are in error, sir. The guest in 108 is a signora Foster.

I'm sorry, perhaps you got the wrong hotel.

How stupid of me! Burton is her maiden name.

Would you announce me? - Who must I say?

Her husband.

In that case, please go right up. But pardon sir, no telephoning necessary.

Thanks.

Alma?

Hello?

Hello!

A bit later, the whole group is meeting up at the Montjuic fortress.

Are you coming?

Maybe, I don't know.

Mark, what is it? I'd like to know what's going on!

You're acting strangely, I don't-

Please Paulette, don't ask any more questions for the moment.

I'll tell you everything later at the right time.

Well, at least you do admit that you're hiding a dark, dark secret.

But Mark, I want you to confide in me.

Look, I'm aware that this is a difficult time for you.

I want to help not hinder, if only you'd trust me!

You could tell me where you went today! It's not too much to ask is it?

I have the right to at least an explanation, telling me why you left me alone!

I've told you I've had enough of this cross examination!

I tell you there's nothing to explain!

Beautiful day, isn't it?

You work too hard. Here. - No, no!

Eat up. You're hungry, aren't you?

Have you seen Mr. Hamilton?

No, I'm the first one here. I was just waiting for the others.

As a matter of fact, I was just wondering where my husband disappeared to,

but I'll tell Mr. Hamilton you were looking for him! - Thanks.

What is it?

What happened, tell us! - Our maniac has struck again.

Romi, what happened to you?

You were saying, senior Alvorado? - There's nothing more to tell you.

The girl was over by the fountain washing clothes, she wore a miniskirt that was up to here.

I said something to her and I guess I took her hand,

it was a mistake, okay, I admit it. Anyway, she got mad and scratched my hand.

Yes, and immediately afterwards the young woman is not to be found..

And no-one else around here knows the girl. Now that's strange.

If not impossible.

Inspector, if you think I'm guilty, put me under arrest.

But explain to me why in the world I'd be so likely to gouge out that certain girl's eye,

and Peggy and the girl on the Ramblas! It's absurd!

Perhaps.

But you story of the girl in the miniskirt is equally difficult to believe.

It happens to be the truth.

Ehm, inspector.

Yes?

Since he killed her in that mud hole, wouldn't the killer have

the gunk all over his shoes? - Probably yes.

A little while ago at the fort, Paulette was cleaning her shoes in the fountain.

They were covered with mud, just like those of your assistant.

May...? May I see those shoes, Miss Stone, if you don't mind?

Here you are, sir.

It was hot and I always carry a pair extra,

so I put those away and put on the others.

And the first pair? You washed 'em in the fountain?

Naturally!

Otherwise I would have gotten my new bag all dirty.

We could check them scientifically,

they could easily trace the mud on them. You think we should give it a try?

Lara, it's elementary,

as I'm sure you're aware that a simple walking can...

get a pair of shoes quite dirty.

Now you take those shoes and you... you bathe 'em into water

a little mud is no doubt going to far in them

Right?

Inspector.

None of us could have killed those girls, I'm sure of it.

The murderer isn't one of us.

How you can be so dead sure I'd certainly like to know.

Good afternoon. I'd like to talk to Mrs. Foster.

She left about an hour ago, sir. - Left?

But she only arrived this morning.

Apparently the lady had urgent business in New York.

I made the arrangements for her myself. - What flight?

The Pan American flight at 5:55.

You're her husband, aren't you? - Yes, why?

Seniora Foster left this in her suite.

Thanks.

Excuse me! What boarding gate for the New York flight?

Gate 3. - 3. There?

Yes sir.

Your attention, please.

Would Mrs. Foster, traveling on Pan American flight 625 to New York,

please proceed to Gate number 3. I repeat.

Would Mrs. Foster, please proceed to Gate number 3.

Yes?

Yes?

Gracias

Excuse me, what about Mrs. Foster?

Signiora Foster has canceled her flight.

When? - A moment ago, she called here herself.

You know where she was calling from? - No, she didn't say.

I'm sorry.

Mark!

Are you leaving too? - No, I'm here to see the Randalls off.

First class. Direct, if possible.

Poor things, I'm so sorry for them.

Oh yes.

Just a moment. Take a look at that photo.

I must say you're really photogenic.

Take a good look at the woman, not at me.

Who is she? - That's not important.

Lisa, are prepared to help me?

Yes, but I don't get you- - Listen.

There's only one chance in a thousand.

But we've got to try all the same.

Now you're a professional.

I'm sorry, Mark, but I don't follow this.

That woman.

Look at her very carefully, I want you to memorize that face,

do you understand, Lisa? That woman is in Barcelona.

If you should meet her or recognize her on the street,

you must photograph her.

That's all I can tell you at the moment.

But why on earth should you think that I'd meet her?

Because it's possible that she might come to our hotel.

You promise to help me?

And not a word to anybody.

Has it something to do with these killings?

Where you've been all day?

You didnt worry. Certainly not ogling at some laundresses' thighs.

Where... where are the matches from?

Where else, the place I get my hair done!

They're from the hotel Presidente. Listen, Gail, don't lie to me.

It so happens that the hotel Presidente

has the best hairdressing salon in Barcelona!

Go on. Get out of here, and don't forget what I told you.

Don't worry, inspector, eyes and ears will be open.

Yeah, me you can trust with it, Dont worry, I'm with you, thanks!

Go on, get out.

It was a mistake to arrest him.

Isn't that what you're thinking?

Well, I wouldn't say that... - But I would say it was.

That left eye... surely it means something, wouldn't you say?

Lara, even the craziest of killers follows a certain logic.

However absurd, mad as a hatter - there's always some logic to it.

You might think that I'm stupid, but I think, if we discover the underlying symbo-

Oh, symbolism!

Is that what they taught you in that school, Lara?

You continue to search for that murder weapon.

Now the city hall is after us, and I'm getting heat from the American tourism agency.

Apropos sir, since they're all Americans,

I think we should request a curriculum vitae on each member of the group.

We could probably find out something useful that way. - It's already gone in.

I spoke yesterday with the secretary at the consulate,

a certain Mr. Willis.

You see I went up on you. - Inspector, I didn't mean to-

I know you didn't mean to suggest anything.

I'm just an ageing cop,

it's only bad luck that these murders had to occur.

Another week and I would have been retired with nothing to worry about.

Come in.

Am I disturbing you? - No, not at all, on the contrary.

I had the feeling I was being avoided.

Paulette.

Are we going to start all over again like yesterday?

Yes, you're right, I'm sorry. We're so nervous, all of us,

we're out of our skins, and much worse, we've even begun

to fight, to hate each other and suspect everyone is guilty.

Are you talking about Gail Alvarado? - Mark, I'm sick of this scene.

Never to have come here, that's what I wish.

If only I were home again, home in Burlington.

Paulettte, do you remember

what happened about a year ago near my home in Burlington?

Yes.

Hamilton mentioned it the other night.

That schoolgirl, Terry Moore, well... she was killed in exactly the same way?

I'd forgotten that poor girl was killed right in your neighborhood.

Was she a friend?

No.

These things they... they do happen all over. Of course in that case they caught the killer immediately.

He was a tramp wasnt he? An alcoholic-

He'd already committed suicide just when they were about to arrest him!

Now listen to me, Paulette.

And don't interrupt.

That man was clearly innocent.

I was already having trouble with Alma,

even though nothing had happened between you and me.

Her nerves had just given way.

She knew she could never have any children,

it made her even more jealous, she used to get hysterical

and she'd faint.

Do you remember?

I was out of the office a lot at that time, and that day, I went home earlier than usual.

The news had just spread of the murder.

They were looking for the killer.

I was driving a Pontiac then, remember?

I was about to open the garage,

when I saw something by the swimming pool.

Alma lay there.

Unconscious.

And then I saw that...

she was holding a dagger in her hand, covered with blood.

Yes, a dagger covered with blood. And on the ground next to her

was a human eye.

It was a nightmare.

I remember that I cleaned the dagger off

and put it back in its place into a drawer in my study.

And then I dragged Alma bodily up to her room.

It was 2:00 in the afternoon.

The murder had been discovered a half-hour earlier, about a hundred yards down the road.

But no, it's absurd, she couldn't do such a thing, and besides, this is Barcelona,

Alma is in America! - Paulette...

Alma's here in Barcelona.

Have you seen her? - Not yet, but I know she's here.

Yes?

All right, I'll be right down. Thank you.

Paulette, listen.

I've got to go around to the consulate.

Give me till tomorrow and I'll explain everything to you. All right?

All right, Mark.

Oh yes, and I'd stay away from that Alvarado woman, if I were you.

Finished, Lisa? Come on, I wanna dance with you!

I told you earlier I didn't feel like going dancing!

But we used to go dancing all the time and you did say you'd take me!

Now listen, Naiba,

I promised that I'd take you to a discotheque and listen to the music.

Do me a favor and don't complicate things!

I must say I don't understand your sudden mania to go dancing with all thats occured!

You think it's more fitting, do you?

Better to stay back up in our rooms and wait for the murderer?!

If you don't want to dance, you shouldn't be the least surprised

that I take a look around for another partner!

Naiba, is that you? I want to see you in the bedroom.

It's the only place to make up.

Lisa, are you angry with me? Can I come in?

Listen, I want-

Gail.

Gail!

Gail? Gail!

Have you seen my granddaughter?

Why? No! Is she disappeared too? What's going on?

I don't know, I heard a scream.

What happened? - Lisa Sanders has been murdered!

Call the police! - Yea, for sure!

Try to get hold of yourself Naiba.

Romi!

There was someone in the garden, out there in the bushes!

I'll have a look. Call the police, hurry!

Hurry!

Over there!

Look here!

Blood.

This way.

Remember Lara. No-one is to be allowed near her!

Don't worry, sir, there'll be a special guard.

Now then, you say you were reading in your room when you heard the young lady's screams.

Yes, I dashed out to see what was happening.

Miss Sanders door was open, and...

Did you meet anyone in the corridor? - No, no-one.

And you didn't notice anything that might be of use to us?

No, nothing in particular.

Now, would... would you tell where you were at the time of the crime?

Well, I couldn't get to sleep and I didn't want to wake Romi here,

so I... I put a robe on.

I felt like, a smoke and a walk out in the garden.

It was on my way back that I saw someone run out of the hotel. Headlong into the bushes.

Did you recognize him?

I couldn't see, it was too dark in the bushes.

Dont forget I'm no knife-fighter. Inspector, this person looked like a big cat,

a big red sort of crimson cat.

Huh. Well, I must say that's interesting.

Well...

And you, young lady? What were you doing in the garden at that hour?

Just a minute, you can't think-

Asking questions, Mr. Hamilton, is part and parcel of this job.

Do you mind remaining quiet, please? Now Jenny, come.

Answer me.

I sneaked out of the hotel, there's a discotheque near here.

I see. Would you mind trying this on, Jenny?

Oh no, please! - Would you help, please.

Excuse me, Inspector but that raincoat is just one of the many

that our company provided when it rained last Sunday

to all the passengers,. - All the passengers?

"The rain in Spain", so we always have at least 40, 45,

and I'm sorry they're all standard measures.

I see.. So you've all got red raincoats.

No, mine.. I got rid of ot. Just yesterday morning.

I don't have one either.

I've lost mine.

And yours?

I never had one.

I didn't go to the fun fair with the others, I met them later.

Mine, I left on the bus.

Here's my raincoat, inspector.

Arpége!

Arpege? - Yes, I recognize the scent, it's Paulette's favorite!

What are you suggesting?! Are you suggesting I'm a-

Murderess!

The explanation is simple.

It's because seniorita Stone used her perfume to bring

Peggy's mother around when she fainted on the way back to the hotel.

I happened to knock against her accidentally and the bottle spilled all over the pile.

I guess it got on hers.

All right, now listen.

All of you.

I'm sorry but I've got to request you turn in your passports.

No-one shall be allowed to leave the country,

until this case is solved.

Don't you feel well?

I find funerals depressing is all. Immaturity I suppose.

It's a personal tragedy to realise I'm not in the least immortal.

It's not only that, Paulette. There is something else.

I can see it in your eyes now. What is it?

Perhaps it's your Burlington story.

Please, Paulette.

I guess it's because you didn't tell me the truth about

that girl who was killed in Burlington, that Terry Moore.

You must have known her. Her father cured Alma of her lumbago.

And besides which, her house was just down the road!

All right!

So I might have seen her once or twice, okay?

So I knew her but it's like the milkman,

or the policeman who directs the traffic at the corner,

or the clerk in the drugstore!

And for now on, do me a favor, will you?

Don't think such stupid things! - Okay.

The subject's taboo.

I'm more interested in Alma, what'd you learn about her?

Did you try calling her again?

Shall we go right back, or do you want a bit of sun?

Any news, inspector?

Miss Naiba is still in shock. Her physician wants her to stay at the clinic.

What about us, inspector? How long must we stay

cooped up like prisoners in that little hotel? I can't stand it any longer,

I want to return to America!

I assure you I understand, I'm sure we're all worned out.

I have nothing against you changing your hotel,

but I don't see why you should, it's better than most here.

Excuse me, inspector, today's program calls for a visit to Sitges.

Can we go or do we have to stay in the city? - Make the trip.

Sitges is a rather small town.

I'll see you supplied with protection, as your senior Burton

requested at the consulate.

That's a waste of your good officers.

I ask you to leave this case to the proper authorities, show a little faith!

'Cause the police are closer to solving it than you think, Burton!

There's one son of a bitch who'd never get my vote in any election, I tell you!

Do you think Naiba will recover enough to rejoin us soon? - Sure.

Maybe tomorrow.

We're here.

A roll of film...

I bet it belonged to poor Lisa. I wonder what's on it.

Here, give it to me, I'll take care of it.

I just want to make sure that it gets to dear Naiba.

She'll be delighted to get it I know.

What day is today? - Friday, inspector, Friday the 19th.

3 more days, and you'll be out catching fish. - We better get a move on.

We've got to find out why Lisa Sanders was killed.

Is there any reason to suppose the murderer's motives were not the same sir?

No, no, you're wrong, man! This one is different.

How can you compare it with the others? The other two girls

had their left eye removed, they were sadistic murders.

The photographer however was the only victim not to lose an eye.

That wasn't a sadistic murder! - But aren't you forgetting

that the model interrupted the murderer in the act? - Could be.

But I don't think that's why.

According to me, that woman got killed for a different reason. - What?

Supposedly Lisa Sanders had come across, I don't know, just for instance...

Our photographer, may have stumbled across a clue that could implicate the murderer.

And the killer knew it, and the woman simply had to die.

But stumbled across what? - That's just it. Come in!

Inspector, the American consul sent it by hand.

Here, you have young eyes.

It's the information you requested on that group.

Hamilton, Alvarado, Bronson... - What does it say?

My!

We got a real bomb here. Listen to what they got on that Mark Burton!

But Mark, why don't you tell it all to the inspector?

Yes.

It's easy to say that. It was just a doubt I had to start with.

An atrocious doubt I didn't dare think about.

But what about later, when you knew without any doubt that she was here.

What can I prove? Alma checked into that hotel

under a false name.

I can't prove that it was her.

What about the picture? And the dagger?

I dont know...

That won't prove anything. - Why not?

I could have brought them here myself.

That dagger was a souvenir from Vietnam. It belonged to me.

Mark, you must put an end to this terrible nightmare regardless of the cost.

Sometimes I get the feeling that someone's helping her.

Someone who's following a precise plan.

You think there's an accomplice then?

I don't know.

Mark? Can I ask you something of a rather personal nature?

Ask away.

Is it possible that your wife has another man in her life? - I wondered about that, too.

It's only a theory of course.

But it would explain a lot of things.

though, certainly not all those horrid killings.

For instance, it could be a frame-up, couldn't it, Mark?

I know it sounds nutty, but think.

A jealous colleague, is not impossible! You know that!

Victor Sleazer, for example! Or the Sattler corporation!

Don't be silly.

You haven't seen Alma in Barcelona, and no-one else has seen her!

Someone did see her and lost her life because of it:

Lisa Sanders!

And the photo that disappeared from the frame, only Alma could have done that!

One thing still doesn't convince me.

One little detail regarding Alma in Burlington...

I can't put it together, itjust doesn't make sense!

Mark, come on. There's no point in this self-torture!

You're right. That won't solve this problem.

Listen, I'm going down to Barcelona straight away to see the Inspector.

Well that's good news. It's gone down.

And you look better too.

I'm so tired, I hope I can get a little sleep tonight.

Is just your nerves.

Now this pill will put you right out.

Would you be needing anything else? - No, thank you.

Sweet dreams then.

Is she alright? - Yes.

Yes doctor the patient is resting comfortably. - Good evening.

Yes?

Excuse me, I wonder if I could visit a young lady.

Naiba Campbell.

Yes, she's down the hall in 29. But you'll need to get permission to go in,

it's so late. Please wait here.

Sergeant. - Yes?

The young lady has a visitor, a priest.

I told him I have to ask. - Okay, I'll talk to him.

Shall we? - This way.

But he was here a second ago! Father?

Father! That's odd, he left the flowers, and...

You said a priest? - Yes, I think he was English.

Or American, an old fella wearing a collar.

Get me police headquarters on the phone, will you?

That booth over there.

I brought her a box of sweets and I was in such a hurry,

well, I guess I forgot it, so I hurried back to the store to retrieve it.

I must say that's a coincidence.

How handy that, you returned to the hospital only minutes after the killer fled.

It's just as I told you. - I see.

That little bag, may I examine it?

Can you explain to me why it's empty? - You see, it's new.

I bought it today! It was only about two hours ago,

on a store down the Diagonal. As a matter of fact,

you will see the price I paid here on the tag.

Thank you. - And now sir, may I return to Sitges?

I have a taxi awaiting me, you know. - Do you?

With a meter ticking? - As long as you no longer need me...

No.

No more questions at this time.

How is she?

Much better. A bit of rest ought to do the job. - Good.

May I question her? - Sure.

Now then.

Tell me, dear.

Did you see his face?

Were there any identifying marks? - Red, all in red!

Red raincoat, I suppose you mean.

I understand.

You just stay here. Get some sleep, we'll talk tomorrow.

I found the window open, I guess he got in that way.

Any traces in there? - They combed the shrubbery.

There were no footprints anywhere. - What's the time?

It's 11:30.

Telephone immediately inspector Lara.

Say that priest should get there in a quarter of an hour the very most.

I want no-one to know what occurred here. Understand?

Yes, inspector.

Flamenco is not only a spectacle, it's folk art!

You can't come to Spain without seeing it at least once in your life!

But under the circumstances I don't think you can! Can you?

It's midnight in twenty minutes, now what do you say?

Are you game sir?

It might do us some good actually, only...

It's my wife, I'm waiting for her. She had to return to Barcelona

because she forgot something at the hotel. She should be back any moment.

You three gents are up to no good, Now, what is it?

Fancy a little Flamenco? - You are kidding, I'll be outnumbered?

Why don't you invite pretty Paulette? Then I'll go.

Pretty Paulette, why of course!

Please, I'd like to talk to room 46. - Miss Stone is resting,

she left a message she didn't want to be disturbed.

Never mind.

Well?

Beauty sleep!

My key please.

- Here you are Reverend. - Thank you. Good night.

Reverend Bronson, why don't you join us inside?

Oh, no, no, thanks, dear.

Hello? - Yes?

Can you tell me whether senior Burton is in the hotel?

No, he hasn't returned yet miss.

Any messages, anyone looking for ...? - Senior Martinez. I told him you are not to be disturbed

I see, buenas noches.

Keep the change. - Thank you, sir.

Have you seen reverend Bronson? He is wanted on the phone.

He was in the lobby, I guess he went upstairs, you know.

Not in his room. - I don't know what to tell you then.

Thank you.

I'm gonna go and see if my wife has arrived.

I'll be right back.

I think I'll go off to bed, if that's ok?

Night everybody!

Help!

I will die!

Help!

I will drown.

Can't anybody hear me please?! Somebody help me!

Don't let him get away, hurry!

Allright now. Here, let me give you a hand!

Come on.

It's alright now, nothing more will happen to you. I give you my promise.

- Let go off me idiot! - Hold this. - Let... go of me, will ya!

I couldn't find anything Lieutenant.

Feeling better? - Jenny! - A bit

Stay quiet. - Jenny!

Jenny, my darling girl! That psychopath.

Are you alright? - I'll be okay papa, dont worry.

Take her to the hospital, senior, I'll send a police officer with you.

I'll go too, inspector.

- Here we go. - I keep her covered, right. - Easy easy.

This is ridiculous!

Along with this character we found this on the ground.

Listen, inspector Lara. I was just about to catch the murderer

when this idiot leaped on me, damn him!

Can you explain why your initials are on this weapon, senior?

Incredible.

You'll rank in Jack the Ripper's league!

Two attacks in the space of four hours!

I've told you I was nowhere near that clinic!

I came to Barcelona to see you.

Yes, to regale me with that absurd story about Burlington, your wife,

the hotel Presidente and your dagger.

Most interesting, but it doesnt ring true. I don't buy it.

I've already told you.

Alma lost all her self-control.

She was desperate, she hated younger women. - No.

I can believe readily that she was desperate

for having stumbled across your mania.

Your lust for sadistic murder!

That young woman who was killed in Burlington, what have we got on that?

Terry Moore and Mark Burton were having an affair.

Isn't that so Mr. Burton?

That's a boldface lie!

Terry was my doctor's daughter.

All right, so maybe she was a little infatuated with me, but that's all!

All right.

Thanks for coming. I'm sorry to have disturbed you.

Please, sit down. - Thank you.

Forgive me, but I must ask an indiscrete question.

You recall well that day of the killing of the girl in Burlington?

Yes.

By then, had you entered into intimacy, the two of you? - Yes, inspector.

But not in the way you're suggesting. - Sorry Mrs. Stone.

It comes as no surprise I guess that Moore girl and Mr. Burton here

were having an relation of that kind.

No.

No sir, I never knew that girl. - That'll be all.

You can go now.

Paulette, listen!

There was never anything between Terry and myself, you must to believe me!

Now listen to me, young man. Confess!

Don't insult us with this ridiculous tale, your strange jet-setting wife

and all that stuff, come come!

Then where is she if she's not here?

Maybe she preferred sunny Florida to sunny Spain.

Reverend Bronson. - Thank you.

Here are yours, Mr. Hamilton. - Thanks.

Feeling better? - Yeah.

Alvarado? - At long last.

You'll book the flight, right? And try to get us a plane direct tomorrow morning,

I got to see my analyst. - What a surprise to see you, Miss Stone!

I cannot understand why you are not bringing fancy foods to Mr. Burton!

Any messages? - Tell that monster I hope he croaks,

it'd be a pleasure for me to see him gassed!

You absolutely sure that he was the monster? Did you recognize him?

You might ask the inspector that!

It was wrong Naiba to speak that way, you know.

After all, it isn't up to us to judge, anyway.

Anyway, he's the murderer!

Naiba, I...

I'll tell you, I'm not completely convinced of his... his culpability in these murders.

If you want to know - I think that the clue

to the killer's true identity was buried in a tomb with poor Lisa.

I don't understand.

You were as close as two women could get. I was hoping there was something she'd found.

She'd have told me, sure. - That film on the bus could be interesting, you know.

The developer will deliver them any moment. - Now you pay heed to me.

I want you to search through her things.

Who Lisa's murderer was, we don't know yet, but if you go through her things carefully,

you might find something that you've missed before.

But tell me, do you suspect anyone in particular?

Hello? Hello, Burlington?

Yes, yes sure...

Is this the Burling-?

Oh, there's nobody...

Very well, cancel the call.

Ah, seniorita!

seniorita!

I'm interested in talking to the best lawyer in Barcelona.

Ask somebody!

- Here is the hotel clerk sir. - Good day.

Sit down.

Recognize this fellow? - Yes, sir, I do.

From where do you recognize him?

The hotel Presidente, inspector. He was looking for his wife there just last week.

I remember there was a confusion in the name,

but I allowed him upstairs to the lady's room.

Can you describe her? - She was a beautiful woman.

Is this she?

Was that the woman?

She resembles her, only I'm not sure.

You know how it is, we see so many people... - That'll be all.

You're free to go now, you remain at our disposition however.

I understand.

Well, are you satisfied? Do you believe me now, inspector?

Do you recall what color her eyes were, the late Terry Moore?

Of course. Grey-blue.

Well, inspector, l was right.

The three women that were killed here in Barcelona,

they all lost an eye of the same color. Interesting, don't you think?

Inspector.

The report on the injuries sustained by the american girl, Jenny Hamilton.

As you can see, sir, there are distinct similarities in comparison to the other cases.

The blows were struck in rapid succession by the right hand

from a high angle. Here, I'll demonstrate.

They came with great force down from this angle.

Alma is left-handed!

She would never have held that dagger in her right hand!

A damn good point! They were all murdered by a right-handed person.

So there's no way that your wife could have committed the crimes.

Someone put the dagger in her hand...

The real killer.

Yes of course!

Paulette was right! This absurd story about Alma

was just a frame-up to let suspicion fall on me!

Someone from Burlington...

Listen to me, Mr. Burton. This box here

contains the eyes removed from the victims.

In form, in colour, in facsimile.

And now, I want you to look.

Perhaps something will come to mind.

Glass...

Yes, my god...

What a fool I was not to realize it when I opened up that drawer,

they're identical, identical to these!

And I... I thought it was a good luck charm.

Inspector.

Let's call Burlington!

What is it?

Good day, this was delivered for you. - Thank you.

Reverend Bronson!

Reverend Bronson!

Have you seen Reverend Bronson?

He said he was going sightseeing, he wanted to pay a visit to the castle, he said.

Would you tell me how to get there? - It's easy.

It's on the hill overlooking the town.

You can't miss it. - Thanks. - You're welcome.

This way. - Right.

Pardon me? ls this your photo?

Oh yes, yes, thanks. It must have fallen out of-

Pardon me, Miss.

I don't mean to stare at you this way, but you...

But I...?

You resemble very much someone who was once here.

Really?

Yes.

This is she.

The girl on my left.

The thing that struck me when I first looked at you:

Your eyes are the same color as my daughter Martha's.

Is your daughter with you?

Not anymore. Martha died, several months ago.

What's next!

Come on, boys and girls! - Boy, is this different than Poland!

On the bus! - Time to go!

Reverend Bronson!

Reverend Bronson!

089

We are about halfway to the castle. Any new developments?

No, sir. Except it wasn't possible to contact that person in Sitges.

How come?

Subject in question left the hotel there about half an hour ago.

Probably on the way to the castle right now.

Any other orders, sir? - No, nothing for now.

No, no!

No, no!

Yes!

It was I who killed those girls and back in Burlington the Moore girl!

Their eyes...

They always drove me crazy, those eyes!

I was like them once! I was like you!

Before this friend of mine ripped out my eye playing doctor with me,

leaving an empty socket!

Elionor had the bluest eyes in the world!

She was never punished!

I had to punish her!

Don't look at my eye!

I said don't look at my eye! - No, Paulette! Let her go!

You've already caused enough harm.

It's over now.

No, no!

Get out of here or I'll kill her! - It wouldn't be any use.

Just as it wasn't any use stealing my dagger and the photo,

and passing yourself off as Alma at that other hotel.

Give yourself up Paulette!

Come on.

Are you alright? - Yes.

Paulette.

Your timing is great! - You took quite a risk.

The revered told me to look for proof, he suspected Paulette

after having seen her outside the clinic the night I was attacked.

And Paulette, who somehow knew she was in danger,

followed the revered here and quieted him for good.

Mark.

Thanks, Mark. I'm indented to you.

Forgive me?

Burlington on the line, go ahead.

- Hello? ls you, Mark? - Alma, is it you?

Alma, at last!

I'm sorry, Mark. You see I lost my courage, I couldn't go into that clinic in New York,

so I flew down to visit my mother in Florida.

It was good for me, I really feel much better.

I'm your husband, you really think you have to explain? - Listen.

After... Paris, I flew to Barcelona.

I dont know why I booked that city, It could be any place in europe.

I begun to worry about the whole thing. Our marriage everything.

So you were in Barcelona... - Only the Barcelona airport.

I lost all my courage and took the next plane out.

I guess I am a baby.

Anyhow, I've been thinking about our problems,

how unhappy I've made you, and I guess the only answer is divorce.

It's my decision. I'm only doing this for you Mark.

No, Alma, we've both made mistakes.

But perhaps it isn't too late for us... - Senior Burton.

Bon voyage, all the best!

Thanks, inspector.

Have a nice trip.

Oh, by the way:

You know when arrested me, you said my wife was probably on vacation in Florida.

Now, how did you guess that? - Oh, that was elementary.

About two hours earlier that morning a colleague in Interpol called.

I had asked him to locate your wife. She was in Florida.

Hey, what day is today? - Sunday.

You solved the case just in time, inspector. - Yeah.

I really think I'll enjoy the trout fishing.

Well...

Now it's all yours, son. Good luck.

Inspector Lara.

Thanks.