All language subtitles for Passion.2012.720p.BluRay.x264-[YTS.LT]

Panasonic. Ideas for life.

These are terrible.

- It's actually...really bad.
- Yep.

Horrible.

We need something raw. Something that
doesn't look like it's from outer space.

Yeah.

I mean, our smartphone has to be the smartest.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- We need...
- We need...

Oh, beautiful. It's perfect.

Thank you.

You have excellent taste.

Not only that. Do you know what I like about you?

You are conscientious.

You are incredibly bright.

And you're driven.

Like me.

Oh, wow! What that!

- It's organic.
- It's organic?

It's healthy.

I can't believe that you believe that.

- More people!
- Hello.

Two drunken bees hard at work, huh?

And I'm disturbing you. I should go.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Don't go. Stay. Love surprises.

Yes, you do.

- Hello, Isabelle.
- Hello, Dirk.

I better be going.

- Ah, just...Isabelle, leave it.
- Yeah.

You should stay, Isabelle.

- Good night, Dirk. Good night.
- Good night.

Isabelle.

It's freezing out. There. That's lovely.

You keep that.

- Oh, no, no, no. I can't take stuff like...
- Yes, you can.

- I think we make a really good team.
- We do. I'll-I'll work on this at home.

You're crazy. I love it.

Fuck!

Damn!

Fuck it. Phenomenal.

- You're devoted assistant here.
- Hi, I-I'm sorry to wake you up.

I just got a great idea for the campaign. Can you come over?

- You're the boss.
- Yeah. And bring the tightest pair of jeans you've got.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Rolf? Hi.

No, I can't. No, no.

This weekend is terrible. I'm going to London.
I'm going to London in, like, three hours.

Reynolds is going.

Okay. Yeah. I'll figure it out.

OK, I think I got it. Let's see. What do we have.

- What do you think?
- I love my ass.

- Yeah, but what do you think about the rest of it?
- I think it's brilliant.

- Morning, miss.
- Morning.

And I want a list of everybody's budgets, research
accounts and financials on my desk by tomorrow.

- Christine, I can't make it so soon...
- Do you want me to do it?

No, but...

- No, because that's your job, Eric. Right?
- Right.

Right. Thank you, that's all.

- Good morning.
- Oh, hi! Good morning.

Oh, look at those eyes. Are you all hungover?

Oh, no. I woke up in the middle of the
night and I, ah, I think I got it.

- You got it?
- Yeah, I think so.

- I did something this morning, and, em, I want you to look.
- Hmm. OK.

- I, ah, I think it's pretty good.
- Do you?

Hi, guys. So, how hot are my girlfriend's new jeans?

Pretty, huh. But I'm perfect.

I-I have a little fixing to do
and you can run it on the plane.

Hmmm. No. I don't think so.

- Oh! Eh, why not?
- Because...you are going to London.

- Oh! Really?
- Yes, really.

Isabelle, you know these campaigns inside and out.

Including this latest brainstorm.
I think you will do an amazing job.

- Ah, but you haven't finished seeing it.
- I've seen enough. And I trust you.

Dirk is gonna meet you at the airport. He knows
London very well. So, you'll be in good hands.

Hi, guys. So, how hot are my girlfriend's new jeans?

Well...pretty hot.

But I'm prejudice. So...

- How can I find out?
- I don't know.

But what's that thing in my back pocket. Ohh!

You ready?

- You bet.
- Good!

Ass cam.

- What?
- Ass cam.

- Are you ready to see what the man in the street thinks?
- I am.

Hot!

Let the party begin. And make some
primo dinner reservations at Margaux.

For 8 o'clock. It's highly recommended.

It's got more stars than the galaxy.

You know what, Dani? I'm really tired. I think I'll just
head back to the hotel and order some room service.

I'll see you in the morning. Thanks.

- I can't believe you're here with me.
- You're incredible. You're beautiful.

Dirk!

We are crazy about this idea. We love it. We're
actually thinking of going international with it.

Oh! What? That's amazing! I...

It's funny. I just got this brainstorm
in the middle of the night and...

funny how that happens sometimes.

Outstanding! I can tell you now I was a little worried
when I heard you weren't going to be here yourself.

Oh, well, I'm sorry if I worried you, JJ.

It's just that we have our annual audit coming
up and I thought I should probably stay put.

I briefed Isabelle down to the very last detail.

She was on the ground, I was in
reserve, ready to step in if need be.

- Well, OK. Well done, Christine.
- Oh, thank you.

Tell me something. Have you got any
interest in coming home to New York?

And desert the natives? Ah, I've
grown rather attached to them.

But, they might be ready to make a go of it on their own.

- Can I think about it?
- Sure.

- You call me. We talk.
- OK.

- Bye now.
- We'll talk.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye.

Amazing.

And you're shocked because I took credit for your idea.

I fear I would have except that you'd
do the exact same thing in my place.

I wanted New York, but I wasn't counting on it.

And thanks to you, I got my shot and I took it.

I mean there's no backstabbing
here. This is business, Isabelle.

And we're all on the same team. You
have talent, I made the best use of it.

So, thank you.

Now, tell me. How was London?

Oh! It was good.

Things are so much more fun with Dirk around, aren't they?

- I heard the news. I think it sucks.
- What sucks.

Christine going to New York thanks to you.

When the team works, everybody
wins. My success depends on her.

Here, take a look at this. It's the
new polling on our Omniphone ad.

Have you ever seen numbers like this? And these?

I've their revision. Frankly, I think they're clueless.

Thank you.

- Hey!
- Hey!

Guess what? I'm kidnapping you.

OK, kids. My friend is there. Let's see the shoes now.

The footwear is shown. There and turn. Superb.

Excellent. Walk more toward the center.

Here, here, here. Oh-la-la.

Next girl. Show what you can do, Waruschka.

- Beautiful.
- Uh-huh. Yeah.

- Wonderful.
- What?

- It's high.
- Next girl.

- Waruschka, side by side, prommage. Hold it. Try it.
- I love those.

Next girl to go. Side wasn't so hot.

- I like those details.
- Side to side. Oh-la-la.

- You'd look good in those.
- Next girl to the right. All right.

Next girl can come on in. All
right, come on, let's go, let's go.

Oh, Christ! Who hired this woman?
Can you get off the stage, please?

Could you please leave? Goodbye, forever. Thank you.

I'm so glad you're coming with me.

These cocktail parties are so boring,
but you have to go and work the room.

OK.

- How do they feel?
- They look great.

Uh-huh.

- That's all that matters.
- I'm not sure that I can walk in them.

Don't they make you feel just a little naughty?

- You're very secretive, you know.
- Am I?

Yes. I mean, we've been working together, what, eight months, and I don't even know where you're from.

Or what you want. What'd you want?

I don't know. What do you want?

- Well, I used to want to be admired.
- I admire you.

Hmm. Well, now I want to be loved.

You need some color.

- OK. Are you ready?
- Yeah, I think so.

I'm not sure that I will survive this.

Well, here. I'll teach you to make
meaningless small talk to everyone...

Mark! Hello! Nice to see you.

Thank you. This is Isabelle.

- OK. Now, you're up.
- Up for what?

Well, you see that guy over there, the
bald guy, with his nose in his drink?

- Yeah.
- Hmm?

He's a very big fish for our company.

If you land him, you can run the account.

Oh, I-I can't. I'm not like you.
I don't know how to do this.

- You're more like me than you think.
- I'm drunk.

Even better, that's great.

Get him to talk about himself, you know.
I mean, it's man's favorite subject.

- OK? You ready?
- Yeah.

OK, go.

Oh, oh. Hang on, hang on. Here.
He likes these dims. There you go.

- You're perfect.
- OK.

Nice to meet you. Hi. Hi. Isabelle.

- What a nice surprise. I love this just running into you.
- Rolf, hi, how are you.

- How about next weekend?
- I'm very busy right now. Maybe another tiime?

- Rolf, please.
- Can't get away. My jab is at your disposal.

- And not just my dick, you know.
- You're embarrassing yourself. Go home.

Remember, I'm the guy who saved you
from dreary London. How about the...

The show.

- You know what?
- What?

- How about I call you next week.
- Don't get away?

Have you lost your little stand-in, your little puppet?

You are drunk. Go home.

- Isabelle. I...
- I'm going home. I have a headache.

- It's not what you think.
- What? That I'm your little puppet?

You think that I can't do London
because it was convient to me?

But, I sent you to London because I trust you.

And what difference does it make?
Come on, just stay, just...stay.

- Pour off another drink.
- I'm going home. I-I'm not well.

I'll just get a taxi.

You understand, right?

This is where I live

- Do you like it?
- I do.

- You do?
- Uh-huh.

- What's it like with her?
- She excites you, doesn't she?

- Hmm?
- How is she?

She likes to play games. She likes surprises.

Sounds like fun? Her fun.

- You see the drawer below the sink?
- Yeah.

Open it.

Whatever she needs, I supply.

Whatever Christine wants, she gets.
She's exactly the same in bed.

But, she can be very generous sometimes.
She gave me a very beautiful scarf.

She gave you my scarf.

- Oh, no!
- Oh, yes!

- Do you want it back?
- No.

It looks better on you. Keep it.

- Thank you.
- A pleasure.

It's her, isn't it?

OK. So, that takes care of current business. Any questions?

Ah, Isabelle. I got a memo from New York.
Something about a new research poll sent your way.

Did you get that?

- Did I?
- Yes, right...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I got it.

I got it yesterday. I haven't really
had a chance to look at it, though.

OK. Well, let's not fall asleep at the switch here.

Of course not.

If there's any new developments,
I want to know about them immediately.

Yes.

OK, thank you, everyone. That's all. Oh, Isabelle,
could you just stay for a minute, please?

- Yeah, yeah.
- That's perfect.

Hey!

- Are you still mad about London?
- No!

- Go on.
- Go on.

Yeah.

- No.
- I think you are.

And it's driving me crazy, because
I-I-I want everything to be OK.

Because I care about you, you know
that. I-I actually...I love you. I do.

I do, too.

You can't say it.

Why can't you just say it?

When I was six years old, my parents
bought me and my twin sister a bike...

'cos we liked to share everything.

- You have a twin sister?
- Hmm.

So we would take turns riding it to school.

And Clarissa was so much better on the bike than I was.
She could pedal standing up and, you know, ride no hands.

So, one day, it was my turn and I
was just so determined that I was...

gonna show her I could be just as good as she could.

I started pedaling faster and faster and she
had to run like hell to keep up with me.

And then I-I let go of the handlebars
and I felt like I was flying.

And it felt so good. I just wanted to see myself,

so I-I looked...into the window and I caught my reflection.

And then I-I don't know what happened.
I swerved into the street and...

This truck was coming right at me.

And then I suddenly felt my sister push me from
behind out of the way and I flew over the handlebars.

And the last thing I remember...

was this horrible thunk.

When I-I woke up in the hospital, and my mother was sobbing,

and I asked her what happened to Clarissa and she said...

Well she didn't, she wouldn't even look at me.

And no one ever said anything, but
I knew what they were thinking.

I killed her.

And they never told me that they loved me ever again.

Oh, Christine.

- I love you.
- You do?

You're a lovely person.

Dirk!

You wanted me to come. Here I am.

- Hello, Isabelle.
- Hello, Dirk.

- You OK?
- I'm good.

You're both so complicated.

- No. You kidding?
- Really? All right.

If that's how it is, then I guess
we should get back to work.

Yeah.

- Good.
- Good.

- Isabelle, could you leave us in private, please.
- Absolutely.

- She's lovely.
- Yes, she is.

So, what are we going to do about your little Ponzi scheme?

"Ponzi scheme"?

I told you. I need two or three months to balance
the sums and everything will fall into place.

- Well, you have a week.
- You're fucking mad, Christine. It's impossible.

Now time is up, New York's doing it's audit.

There's no way I can have this kind of
exposure. I can't cover for you anymore.

Christine.

My firm has been working for you for a
long time. You can cut me some slack.

I wrote up an addendum to the budget and it's dated today.

I'm attaching it to the file. Here, read it.

Hey, you know my mole in New York
that's got the hots for me?

Yeah.

He told me they're getting cold feet. Now
they think your ad is too raw and experimental.

They want to get professional
actors and redo the whole thing.

- Okay.
- Okay? No!

If I was you, I would upload your ad onto YouTube
and show them who the real genius is around here.

Anybody sees this...I'm ruined.

Pay it back, I'll happily tear it up.

Christine...listen.

- It's me.
- What the fuck do you think you're doing?

I'm not your little Isabelle.

- Did you get my text?
- Got it, yes. Now's not a good time.

- What's going on?
- Problems. Problems.

And Christine, she won't help me to solve them.

- Tell me about it. I can help you.
- You can't.

- I'm hungry. Where are we going?
- At the corner, there is a nice little restaurant.

- You can't help me.
- I've eaten there and it is quite good.

- Do they have vegetarian meals?
- They have all kinds of dishes.

- Then talk to me. Tell me what happened.
- It's over.

- What?
- You and me. This. Ends now.

Why? What did she say, huh?

What did Christine tell you? What
happened in that room? Talk to me!

You don't get it, do you? Christine doesn't
think a shit about us. She doesn't care.

- Don't do this.
- Don't call me.

Don't text me. Go back to work.

Hey. You're late.

What?

Who-Who? Who's sick?

Your daughter? No, I didn't...I
didn't know you had a daughter.

Tomorrow? Ah, how about...

How about this. How about you call me never.

OMNIPHOHE CAMPAIGN PROPOSED REVISIONS

Dani, can you come in for a second?

Mark? Hi. It's Christine. Yes. Hey. Christine here.

So, it is a long time. For far too long.

What-What are you doing? Yeah. You want to come over?

You're right. This is crap. Fuck them.

Let's find out what the girls think of my ad, my way.

Yes, I love it. Ah, you-you do, you
know, you speak very well. I...

It's-It's not too noisy? OK, good. Well, I'm...

Yeah, I wanna take it. I-I know, I know. Manhattan
apartments are so much more expensive than these.

Yeah, except...yeah. OK, let's, ah,
let's talk in a couple of days. OK.

OK. Bye.

Oh...my God!

Wow, Mark!

- Yeah.
- Isabelle? JJ Koch here. Am I waking you?

Oh, hi. No, not at all.

I can't believe what you've done. I tried
to call Christine, but I couldn't reach her.

Oh, my God. Ah, ah, I'm so sorry. Christine has
nothing to do with this. It's all my fault.

- I just felt like the new ideas were so...
- No, no, it's great, it's wonderful.

You were right, a thousand percent right.

- Do you realize how many time your ad has been viewed?
- No.

Ten million. And it's only been on for five hours.

- My phone is ringing off the hook.
- Oh, my God. That's...That's great.

That's brilliant! And guess what?
We're coming to see you tomorrow.

We have to go back to London, so we're
going to stop off and see you on the way.

So, to cut to the chase. Isabelle's
Omniphone ad has gone viral.

They want us to spin off some print and TV spots.

According to preliminary estimates, they're
talking about over fifty million in billings.

Plus, I've got every jean company on
the planet to beg me to represent them.

Well, guys, this is a total homerun. OK, thanks a lot.

Isabelle, Christine, I would like
to have a word with you in private.

Uh-huh.

Nice work, Isabelle. You're now on our short list.

Congratulations on the concept and the follow through.

Christine, you sure have a nose for talent,
you know how to find them and train them.

About New York, I don't think this is really the best time.

- We should wait. Let's talk about it later, OK?
- OK.

Yeah. I'm not really in any hurry. I
still have a lot of work to do here.

Outstanding. So, Isabelle, I expect you in New
York with a completed campaign within the month.

- Yes.
- Thanks.

- Thank you.
- Both of you.

Thank you.

Why? You knew about the memo.

They want to change it, I thought they were wrong, so...

I did what had to be done. Everything happened really fast.

I missed you last night.

Just answer the question. Why?

I watched you. I listened.

I learned. I did exactly what you would do.

There no backstabbing here, Christine. It's just business.

Well, there it is then.

- Yeah.
- Oh, thank God.

- Thank God you answered. It's me, Isabelle.
- I know. What do you want?

Look. You were right. It's Christine. She...
Look, she forced me to break it off. OK?

- She forced you?
- Yes, she forced me. She's fucking dangerous, Isabelle.

You don't understand. Well, she's screwed up
with everything that happened with her sister.

- Her sister? What are you talking about? What sister?
- Rolf, her twin sister Clarissa.

What are you talking about? She doesn't have a twin
sister. You see, this is it. This is what she does.

She's told you some sad story to get your sympathy.

- She doesn't have a sister?
- No.

- How do you know?
- Because I know her. I know Christine.

I know what she's like. This is what she does.

She'll say anything to fuck you up.

Please, Isabelle, don't let her do
this. Don't let her do this to us.

Look. Can you meet me? Can you,
can you, can you, meet me, please.

- I don't know, Dirk.
- Isabelle...I...I need you.

I need to see you. I want you, Isabelle.

I'm sorry. Do you understand?

- It's her, not me. I'm sorry.
- OK.

- OK.
- Good.

Yeah.

- Fucking good.
- Yeah.

Good, good, good. I'll pick you up.

OK.

- I'll come by the office. eight o'clock.
- OK.

Hey. You're late. And I can't see you.

You have your camera on? Dirk?

Guess again. It's me. Are you looking for Dirk?

He's right here!

Change film.

Don't point that fucking thing
at me. Take it off. Take it off.

He's a little bit grumpy right now.

But I don't know why because we're just
having a nice evening at home watching a movie.

Your movie, actually...from London.

Want to take a look?

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck!

Isabelle!

Isabelle! Are you all right?

What happened? Isabelle, I need to talk
to you. I found something very strange.

I was looking for a file in the
archive on a DMA earlier this year.

I noticed an enormous difference
between Dirk Harriman's projected figures

and the ones off the extro-budget in the middle east market.

The weird thing is that Christine just added an addendum
to the file that reads like a criminal inditement.

I always knew there was something strange about their crowd.

What are you talking about?

Dirk was stealing money. And
Christine stopped covering for him.

- Is there anything I can do for you?
- Yes, get me coffee.

Hey, did you hear?

Our fearless leader is throwing a company
reception with all the department heads.

It's tomorrow night, right here.

It's one of those if you don't
show, you get a toaster for Christmas.

We'll have a little surprise for you
tonight. An amusing one, I hope.

So, what really goes on within these walls? Hmmm?

I've put together a little reality show.

"The not so secret lives of the
very stressed-out executives."

Their ecstasies, their agonies and lessons to be learned.

An executive meltdown. Yes, we
have all been there, haven't we.

Now. The trick is to not succumb to your frustrations.

Take a deep breath, relax, move on. Hmmm?

Yeah, right. OK. Next.

Caught in the act.

Now, we all need to blow off a
little steam at work, it's true.

And you both know know who you are. I
suggest next time you rent a room. OK?

Outside the workspace. Thank you. All right, what's next?

Going toe-to-toe with a concrete pillar.

So, someone's not very happy with their parking spot.

Oh, come on, it's just a joke.

Where's your sense of humor?

Oh, my God. It's really hurt you, didn't it?

I'm so sorry.

But I just thought we coud laugh together.

It's funny.

Hi. I want to talk to Dr. Katzman, please.

Stefan? It's Isabelle James. I need to come and see you.

Come in..

Close the door.

Isabelle, I said I was sorry.

- And now this?
- What is it?

"I will never forget how you've
humiliated me. And you'll pay for it."

"Vengeance is a dish best served cold."

- I never wrote that.
- It's on your computer.

I didn't write it.

- Not very smart, Isabelle.
- I never wrote it.

Well, I think that's going to believe
after your unfortunate performance.

I never wrote it.

OK. Fine.

How about I just put it in a safe place for now.

There.

See, things have just gotten so out of
control around here, lately. It's so crazy.

I'm having a small, intimate dinner party on Saturday night.

Just a few close friends and I would
really like it if you would come.

- That file you were telling me about? Dirk's file?
- Yeah?

- Bring it to me.
- Okay.

- Here's the file you asked for.
- Thank you.

I want to go to the ballet. "Afternoon of a Faun".

- Ten o'clock, Saturday night.
- Okay.

Time for another.

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Excuse me.
- Yeah.

- She drowns in the pills.
- They were so horrible to her.

After that pathetic scene in the parking
lot, she is fucked and should resign.

Yeah, I-I'm coming.

OK. Well done. Yes. And a bit more of a smile,
please. Yes, everybody. Very good. Yes.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you so much.
Thank you, thank you for coming.

I'll see you out.

Thank you. Take care.

Isabelle...I'm glad to see you wearing the scarf.

- Why don't we kiss and make up?
- Hmm?

- Isabelle, what are you doing?
- What'd you mean?

Kissing that bitch? I saw you. After all she done?

Don't take that tone with me. Who do you think
you're talking to. Shut up and go back to work.

- Do you think nobody can tell?
- Tell what?

- What you really want.
- I don't know what you're talking about.

Her cunt.

- Isabelle and I laugh about it all the time.
- I don't believe you.

Do you think I don't see what's
going on in that dyke brain of yours?

Your jealousy is fucking up our working relationship.

And I won't stand for it. I want you out of here.

You can't fire me.

I'm not gonna fire you. You're resigning.

I want your letter on my desk Monday morning.

I'm not doing it.

- I believe I've been sexually assaulted.
- What?

And in the "she said-she said",
who're they gonna believe? Hmm?

Charming, all of you. Very charming.

All very wonderfully boring. All of you.

Especially you. Oh, you are.

Good night.

Christine.

- Hello, Christine.
- Thank you for all your help tonight.

- Christine, we really need to talk...
- I'll see you on Monday.

...you and I.

- Thank you. Good night. Good night. Thank you.
- We need to talk.

- Cheerio, all of you.
- You're really drunk.

- Yes, I am. Let's go inside.
- No. Nope. No.

- How did you get here?
- I drove here...

- What?
- ...very fast.

- For God's sake.
- Look.

What's wrong with you? What are you...What's going on?

We need to talk. That's all.

- You...made me...
- This is not a time for talking.

You made me do a very bad thing. OK?

You owe me, Christine. You do not let me down.

LEAVE THE DOOR UNLOCKED, UNDRESS, SHOWER,
BLINDFOLD YOURSELF AND COME TO BED

Let me in, Christine.

Open the door, Christine. Christine!

I'm coming, dear. Are you down there?

Hello. Inspector Bach. My colleague.

- Are you Isabelle James?
- Yes.

- Mind if we come in?
- Why?

Are you all right?

- Are you all right?
- No. No, I'm-I'm not all right.

I-I took some sleeping pills. I can't sleep.

Do you know that Christine Stanford was murdered,
her throat slashed in her home Saturday night?

Do you recognize this?

Do you recognize this? It was written on your computer.

Didn't the victim recently humiliate
you in front of your staff?

Miss James?

We found a piece of materia... Miss James!

I'm here.

We found a piece of material in the victim's
hand which appears to come from a scarf.

Identical to the one...you are wearing here.

Can you explain that? Where were you Saturday
night between the hours of 11:30 PM and 1:00 AM?

- Ballet.
- Where?

- Ballet.
- Oh, at the ballet.

- Were you alone?
- Yes.

- Did anyone see you or recognize you?
- Why would anyone recognize me?

Sometimes you see people, you
talk to someone. They might remember.

- Remember what?
- Remember you.

You would have an alibi, which means
you didn't kill Christine Stanford.

Kill Christine? Oh. I could...I would never...

If you have a lawyer, it's a good time to call him.

Could you open your mouth, please.

Lab analysis has confirmed that the scarf
fibers match the one you were seen wearing.

In conclusion, you're going to
be indited for first-degree murder.

Isabelle. Isabelle, are you all right?

- Could we get her some water, please?
- Miss James. Miss James!

Would you like us to take a break? Do you need a doctor?

No.

- Yes. I believe my client's present con...
- Fine, fine, fine. Fine. Then we'll do this quickly.

By staging the crime scene to simulate a robbery,
you've aggravated the circumstance of your crime.

So, we're now dealing with premeditated murder.

Why don't you just confess? And save
us all a lot of time...and money.

What?

Hold on. You have some fibers that match
a picture of a scarf my client was wearing.

How many other real scarfs would they match.

What about the DNA evidence. Has any of my
client's DNA actually been found on the victim.

That evidence is being examined.

Well, then you let me know when you come
up with something that'll stand up in court.

- Until then, my client isn't...
- Did you kill Christine Stanford?.

- She doesn't have to answer that. Don't answer that.
- Was it you?

Ah, get...Please, this is outrageous.

- Did you kill her?
- Would you stop harrassing her?

Yes, yes, yes. Shit, I must have.

Isabelle, please, careful. Isabelle,
think about what you're saying.

What do you mean by you must have? Did you do it?

- Was it you?
- Isabelle, don't answer that.

- Are you confessing to this?
- Well, how could she? She didn't do it.

- Are you confessing to this?
- Yes. I confess.

- Holy shit!
- Come on.

Get in there now!

Get away from the door!

Isabelle. Isabelle, are you all right?

She doesn't have to...

- Would you like to take a break...
- Did you do it?

This is outrageous...

- Did you do it?
- No she didn't.

- Did you kill her?
- Would you stop harrassing her?

But if you'll let me point out
that my client's mental state...

- Your client has just confessed to murder.
- Yes, I confess.

- What's the problem?
- I want to see my attorney.

- I didn't kill Christine.
- You're withdrawing your confession?

- Yes. I'm innocent. I didn't do it.
- Then why did you confess?

I don't know. I was so tired,
so fucked up by all those pills.

I would have confessed to anything.

I've gotta speak to the prosecutor...Immediately.

It looks the same material. You're
right. But my scarf isn't torn.

- Where is it?
- I don't know exactly. Somewhere in my apartment.

We already searched your apartment
thoroughly. We found nothing.

You have to look again. I know it's there.

Look, my client has no reason to lie about this.
Either she has an identical scarf or she doesn't.

- Yes.
- All right, I think you've wasted enough of my time.

- Oh, please.

Wait a minute. I didn't do it.
Why would I be kill Christine?

Cause you had motive. And a very powerful one. Vengeance.

I never wrote that. Never.

And A-A-And even if I did, killing her
after writing that would be insane.

Christine must have sent this from my computer to...

Oh, my God. Look at the date.

It was sent the day before the company reception.

Do you see? The day before she
did that terrible thing to me.

It doesn't make any sense. I never wrote that.

My career was taking off and Christine
couldn't stand it. She hated me.

Yes, She tried to destroy her. We have statements from
several of the executives close to my client and the victim.

And they all confirm that my client was falling apart

- as a direct result of Christine Stanford's...
- Is this a plea of insanity, Miss James?

- Are you saying you're insane? Is that your defense?
- Plus she took a lot of prescription medicine.
- No, I'm saying I'm innocent.

Take your pleas of mitigating circumstances to the judge!

- I'm only interested in evidence.
- Which we tried to deliver here.

This is not evidence.

Look, I was never at Christine's house. I was at the ballet.

Yes. That's what you say.

I spoke to an usher.

At the ballet. He had grey curly hair.
He was German. His English was quite bad.

He'd remember me.

- Have you seen this woman?
- No.

- Really not?
- No.

- Hello.
- Yes, sir.

Can you look at this photo? Have you seen this woman?

- Yes.
- Really?

Yeah. She sat there. She wanted to sit
there, but another couple had tickets there.

So I told her to stay here.

- Are you sure it was her?
- Yes. Yes.

I booked a ticket for her for Saturday at 10 in the evening.

She could not have been with Christine.

Maybe she didn't remain until the end. It
takes only ten minutes to get to Christine's.

Why not ask her boyfriend, Dirk Harriman? He was seen there.

He was furious that Christine rejected him.

And he was drunk.

She knew the three ballets perfectly.

They're classics. Of course she know them
perfectly. It's not like they change.

- The guard recognized her, she has an alibi.
- We have what?

No DNA on the weapon or the crime scene.

Not good. No DNA and an email anyone could have sent.

It seems that we are forced to admit that
our suspicions are wrong, despite her confession.

We will follow the trail of Christine's boyfriend.

He was present the night of the
murder and we saw them arguing.

- And now who to suspect? The boyfriend ...
- No, no. How about the gardener?

This evidence might convict me in court.

My client was wrongly accused. She has a confirmed alibi.

There's no physical evidence against
her. No DNA found at the scene. Nothing.

- What about the piece of scarf found in the victim's hand?
- It's not mine.

Do you still claim you have an identical scarf?

Yes, exactly the same scarf. And if we
could find it, it wouldn't have a tear.

- May I make a request?
- Please, go ahead.

Would you allow my client to accompany
the police officers to look for the scarf?

What is this?

Christine found that Dirk...

er, Mr. Harriman...attempted to conceal a diversion of
a very large sum of money in connection with the deal.

- How much?
- I don't know exactly.

Seems to be well over five million euros.

He embezzled five million euros and
Christine was going to expose him?

Why were you hiding the evidence?

Oh, well. He was a friend. And he said that if he
just had some more time, he could put the money back.

So you snapped the file and hid it. Didn't you
realize that this is the motive for murder.

Oh, no. No, Dirk could never do anything like that.

- So, time's up. Let's go.
- Oh, no, just wait. Can I have a look, please?

Because I keep my-my scarf in one of those drawers

and sometimes things fall behind. Please,
can I have a look, please, please, please.

- Okay
- Thank you.

- Let her alone.
- Thank you.

- Oh, it's gotta be there.
- Isabelle. Isabelle! It's finished.

- No, no!
- Let's go.

- It's supposed to be here!
- Get her up.

It's got to be here! No, please, please!

Please, give me one more minute, please!
Please, give me one more minute! Nooo!

I didn't do it.

Of course. Of course you didn't do it. I know that.

You know my scarf? It's somewhere in my flat.

You've got to find it.

What a mess. I guess I'm expected to clean this up?

- Where did you get this?
- Back of that drawer. Filthy as can be.

Took it straight to the cleaners.

Ms. Wirth, this is an outrageous situation.
You're going to have find someone else.

Okay.

Hello? Inspector Bach?

- Mr. Harriman.
- Yes, what is this?

Inspector Bach. The prosecutor has filed
charges against you for embezzlement.

We are to immediately proceed with proactive searches.
We will first search this vehicle, then your residence.

- You're out of your mind.
- The prosecutor will explain everything when you see him.

Did you try to break into Christine
Stanford's house the night of the murder.

- No, absolutely not. Do as you like.
- You deny being there?

No.

- Were you a guest?
- Yes, I was. Actually, I arrived late.

- When did you arrive?
- I can't remember.

- You can't remember?
- No..

- And what...
- I can't remember.

Is this yours?

It was my scarf. Yes.

- Was?
- Was.

If that's Christine Stanford's
blood on there... Put it in a bag.

- Look. This is ridiculous.
- You embezzled money from the company.

She was going to turn you in. You're
not just a crook, but a murderer.

I wanna see my lawyer. I'll not say another word until I do.

Can you believe it?

- So he goes out and he buys a bunch of roses.
- No.

- Yes. And then he shows up on my doorstep to apologize.
- Oh, my God.

I know! He was red in the face
and sweating all over my carpet.

And he was so sorry for locking me up.

Well, I think it's rather cute. Did you invite him in?

No! Are you crazy? No! I just smiled sweetly,

and I took his cheap roses and his lame
excuses and I threw them in the trash.

Oh, poor Bach. He's such a sweet thing.

Tough cop falls for beautiful murderess.

Yeah, but I'm-I'm not a murderess.

Right.

Dani...I know what you did for me.

- You would have done the same thing.
- Yes, of course.

- Shall we, eh, have a look at 26 again?
- Oh. Yeah, sure.

Well...I think they're okay, but they're
not good enough. What do you think?

Whoa! Dani!

That kiss never happened. OK?

But..But I love you. I want you, Isabelle.

That's the problem.

- But, why?
- Oh, my God, Dani! You're serious.

- But you love me.
- No. No, Dani. No. What's wrong with you?

- No, I don't love you.
- Yes, you do.

- I've even...Maybe you won't admit it, but you love me.
- Dani.

Please. You know what. I think we've been drinking too
much. I'll just make us some espresso, I'll call you a cab.

You can get home, you can have a good
night's sleep and then we talk tomorrow. OK?

No, not-not tomorrow. Isabelle,
tha...that is not true, right?

- Please.
- You love me.

- Please, Dani, ple...
- You have to love me,

- please.
- Stop it. You're pathetic now. Please, please.

- I'm pathetic?
- Yes.

After all I did for you?

- And I'm grateful, OK? Thank you.
- Yes, you said thank you.

Here's your espresso. Please sit down,
sober up. I'll call you a taxi, OK?

Hello. I need a taxi.

Some killer drug.

Of course you know I'm in no danger. I was at
first mystified by your pill-popping routine.

Until a couple landed in my tea
and I accidently tested them out.

They were nothing. Just a harmless sweetener.

So I followed you...to see what was up.

First stop was this scarf shop.

You buy the identical scarf that Christine
gave you and then hide it behind a drawer.

How intriguing.

So what's next? Oh, yeah. Dance night.

I followed you to the theatre and
watched you making a scene and an alibi.

Last stop, Christine's house.

And all the puzzle pieces come together.

Picture-perfect moment.

Christine.

Christine! Let me in, Christine.

Christine!

- You baited the hook with a confession.
- Yes, I confess.

And an ass of an inspector swallowed
every phoney clue, hook, line and sinker.

- A perfect murder.
- Except...

The videos?

Oh, I've collected them into a deep and
incriminating album addressed to Inspector Bach.

And uploaded them into this.

- Untraceable?
- I picked up this little disposable.

It's cute, isn't it? All I have to
do...is press this little send button.

- Whatta you want?
- First of all, I don't like that tone of voice. Change it!

Whatta you want?

Come here.

Sit down.

Come closer.

Now kiss me.

You like that, don't you? So you do love me.

Turn around.

I love you.

I thought you made up the twin sister.

I never had the chance to apologize to her.

Yeah.

SEND?