All language subtitles for 777777777

THE CASE OF THE SCORPION'S TAIL

Hello?

It's Lisa.

Yes, he's leaving for Tokyo at last.

I really want to see you, you know?

I'll wait for you.
Come right away.

Bye.

Hello?

It's me.

Serious air disaster.

No survivors.

Thirty-five English people among the victims.

- Yes?
- Mr. Brenton? Mrs. Baumer is here.

Good.
Show her in.

Please go in.

Hello.

Hello.

Please take a seat.

You know why I took the liberty
of disturbing you?

Yes.

Well, to recap, about a year ago
your husband took out a life insurance policy

at our Athens office
with you as the beneficiary,

and you said
you knew nothing about it.

My husband and I were very independent.

Yes.

Mr. Baumer often left you alone.

His business was based in Greece.

He came to London from time to time.

Don't think badly of me,
he was much older than me.

The policy in your favor
is worth a million dollars.

- A million...
- Dollars.

Almost 400,000 pounds.

- You're going to give me a million dollars?
- Exactly.

Our company in Athens

will have no problem paying you
the money you're entitled to

after the necessary formalities.

That's everything, madam.

Condolences
on behalf of my company as well.

Good bye.

Good bye.

Please call Peter Lynch for me.

Hello? Hi.

I'm calling from outside.
They're bound to be tapping my phone.

No, I didn't have any problems.

I'll cash in the policy in Athens.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

I want to see you.

No, please try...

Try to be free soon.

Alright, I'll call you back in half an hour.

Leave me alone!
Leave me alone!

What else do you want from me?

Don't be frightened!
You've got nothing to be afraid of.

You don't interest me anymore.

You can fuck whoever you want!

Why don't you leave me in peace, then?

See what you've turned into!

Don't delude yourself,
the drugs haven't completely destroyed me.

On the contrary, my memory's clearer
and my imagination's more fertile.

Now it's you who depends on me.

Really?
And what makes you think that?

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

You wrote it in a letter
you sent me about a year ago.

That doesn't mean I murdered him.

Certain phrases
have explosive connotations.

Now that a plane's crashed
with your husband aboard

and an insurance policy
has turned up paying you...

I've got nothing to be afraid of.

I wouldn't risk it if I were you.

How much do you want for that letter?

I need five hits a day now,
and it's getting more and more expensive.

A hundred pounds now
and another hundred at your place tonight.

You've got to give me
another three hundred.

And then from seven o'clock tonight
you'll never hear about Philip again.

It's not here.

Lisa!

The letter...

Hello, madam.

I booked a room
in the name of Lisa Baumer.

Yes, madam.
Room 303, third floor.

- Here it is.
- Sign here.

Room 425, fourth floor.

Please sign here.

Go with the lady.

Have a good day.

May I?

Of course.

Evidently fate decided
we should meet again.

Well, rather than fate,
I'd say it was your job, Mr. Lynch.

You work for
Intercontinental Insurance Limited.

As you can see,
I have my own informants, too.

Surprised?

No, nothing's really private these days.

I admit defeat.

Off you go.

I'll show you to your table.

Follow me.

Don't waste your time.

I cheated on my husband,
but I'm not guilty of anything else.

Mrs. Baumer, this is for you.

I'm sorry, I've got to go.

No, no, please don't get up.

- Taxi?
- Yes, please.

I hope the surroundings
don't make you stand on ceremony.

They're very well suited
to a farce or tragedy.

Don't you think so?

So you're Lara.

Make yourself at home.

I must advise you
I only came here out of courtesy,

so please don't waste my time.

That depends on you, dear.

Sharif, my lawyer.

Mrs. Baumer.

Kurt's widow.

So why do you want to talk to me?

I'm not one to beat around the bush.

You're here to cash in
Kurt's life insurance.

A million dollars.

You know how to seize
your opportunities on the fly.

What are you insinuating?

That it was you
who made that plane crash.

Stop right there!
I'm not staying here to listen to you.

But you will listen to me, and how!

Kurt wanted to divorce you and marry me.

He wanted to change
the beneficiary of the policy.

You found out and had him killed.

That money belongs to me.

You're crazy! No court in the world would
recognize you had any right to that money.

My lawyer has
a completely different opinion.

Isn't that true, Sharif?

Isn't that right?

He's not much of a lawyer,

but he's got a special talent for making
people disappear without a trace.

You killed Kurt!

And you've got to pay me for what I lost.

I... I didn't kill anyone.

You can tell that to the inquest commission
who are investigating the plane crash.

If I reported you, the insurance company
would block the payment of the million dollars.

Whereas if you were to sign a document
giving me half the money,

you could count on me
showing my gratitude.

Otherwise I'd be forced
to get revenge for Kurt.

Sharif, stop her!

Quick!

Stop her, Sharif!

- I knew you'd get in trouble sooner or later.
- Get me out of here!

- Let's go to the police!
- No, to the hotel.

Please forget what happened.

- I want to explain...
- Tomorrow.

We'll talk it over tomorrow.

- Good night.
- Good night.

And thanks for what you did
for me tonight.

At the risk of repeating myself,
it would be sensible not to cash the check,

but to deposit it
in your London bank.

And then you could think
about transferring it.

As I said, I'd prefer the cash.

Please sign here, here and here.

Go to the bank to collect the funds, which
we've asked them to make available to you.

Thank you.

600,000.

700,000.

800,000.

900,000.

One million.

Good.
I don't think there's anything else.

- Thank you. Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Please wait a minute.

- Hello.
- How can I help you?

What time's the first flight to Tokyo?

Let's have a look.

Here it is. The first flight
is this evening at nine o'clock.

Alright.
I'd like one first-class ticket.

There's no one there.

The villa's almost always empty
and the janitor's gone into town today.

Thanks, I'll try again tomorrow.

- Hello?
- A call from Tokyo for you.

- At last...
- Please go ahead.

- Hello?
- Hello?

- Hello?
- Yes?

- Is that you?
- The money?

All clone. I'm leaving
on the nine o'clock flight tonight.

Speak to you soon.

Has Mrs. Baumer come down yet?

No, sir. She had lunch in her room
and asked not to be disturbed until 7:30pm.

- Hello?
- Yes?

I'll be leaving the hotel this evening.
I'd like a taxi for 8:15pm.

- Very good, madam-
- Thank you.

No!

Call her again.
Tell her the taxi's waiting for her.

She's not answering.
That's strange.

Thank you.

Maybe she went out
without leaving the key.

Mrs. Baumer called about seven
and asked for a taxi at quarter past eight.

She hasn't been out since then.

Let's find out why she's not answering.
Come with me.

Mrs. Baumer?

Mrs. Baumer!

One moment.

Presumed time of death, Doctor?

- 7:00 or 7:30pm.
- Thank you.

That's enough photos.

Cover her.

Looks like the work of a sex maniac.

But a million dollars
have disappeared, too.

As far as I'm aware, you're the only person
who knew the victim here in Athens.

I'm a police inspector.

Didn't you hear what I said?

Yes, but it's not true.
There was someone else.

Someone who tried to kill her
two nights ago in an old theater in the city.

- Who?
- That's what I'd like to know, too.

Lisa didn't want to tell me anything.

He was a big, tall man.
And there was a woman, too.

A redhead, I think.

I didn't have time to get a good look.

We'll check it out.

What did you do yesterday afternoon?

I had lunch in the hotel. Then I requested
a call to London at about three.

I waited an hour and twenty minutes
at the bar.

And who did you speak to in London?

With Mr. Brenton,

the director of the life branch
of Intercontinental Limited.

What's your relationship
with Intercontinental?

I went from slave to boss.

I've worked for them for eleven years.

I had the job of checking out
that woman,

and I investigated her responsibility

for the plane crash
which gave her that payout.

And what did you do
after the phone call?

I was at our office in Athens,

where they told me that Mrs. Baumer
had been there to withdraw the million dollars

and wanted it in cash.

So you knew she'd cashed the check.

Go on.

Then I went for a trip round town.
Why?

Mr. Lynch, your alibi
can only be partially confirmed.

And I'm thinking
you're very perceptive

and you think
you've got the murderer.

Well, let's say I never trust appearances.

- Remember Plato?
- Vaguely.

Very good.

Now we'll go to Baumer's villa.

I can't go yet?

Didn't you say someone
tried to kill you yesterday morning?

I don't think I'll let you
leave Greece that easily.

Oh, I love Greece.

In fact my grandfather
was called Homer.

- I believe he was born near here.
- Very interesting.

- Hello.
- Hello.

London says that Mr. Lynch is here in Athens
on behalf of Intercontinental Limited

to check up on Lisa Baumer.

He's beyond suspicion in their eyes,
and in mine, too.

To whom do I owe all this trust?

John Stanley, Interpol.

I'm involved in the same investigation,
Mr. Lynch.

Let's go.

- Inspector, listen...
- Inspector, please...

No, no.
Stay back.

- Is he the killer?
- Just tell us...

Make room!
Stay back!

Please. Stay back!
You too.

Inspector?

Just a minute.

Before I give you a name,
I need to find him.

Please tell us if he's the murderer.

He's got a charming smile
for a monster.

I see we haven't lost our spirit.

Everyone hides their desperation
as best they can.

Remember Oscar Wilde?

- Vaguely.
- Let's not digress, please.

The plane that Baumer was on
disappeared into the Pacific Ocean.

Unfortunately we'll never know
if it was sabotage

or just a simple accident.

We need to find out
why Lisa wanted the money in cash

and why she was in such a hurry
to get to Tokyo.

The person who killed her for the money

also knows what happened to the plane.

You said that only two nights ago,
Mrs. Baumer was threatened

in an old theater in the suburbs
by two people...

Alright, we'll investigate those two as well.

You Interpol people should try to find out
who she was going to meet in Tokyo.

She got a call from there before she died.

Don't worry.
We've already looked into it.

The call was made
from a public phone booth,

so it'll be very hard to identify the caller.

So find out if any of her London friends
went to Tokyo.

Here you are -
she was sitting at this table.

And then
that man from the newspaper came.

I knew that already.

What I don't know is
who sent that note to Lisa Baumer.

Police.

Anybody could show me one of those.

Scared of someone?

Come in.

What do you want?

It's you who wanted something.

A million dollars from Lisa Baumer,
to be precise.

I didn't kill that woman.

I didn't say you did.

- Can I sit down?
- Yes.

It was you,
and that evil bastard with the knife.

- You're crazy!
- It was you two who murdered Lisa.

Don't pretend you don't recognize me.
I saw you with that man in the theater.

But I've never seen you before.

Don't lie.

I don't know anything.

You murdered her for that damn money.
For that bloody money! Admit it!

I didn't even know that she'd collected
the money and hidden it in her room.

How could I have known?

Calm down. Even the police
don't use those techniques anymore, Peter.

She was in the theater with the man
with the knife who tried to run me over.

He's crazy!

I've never been in any theater.

Didn't you know Lisa Baumer personally?

No.
Kurt spoke to me about her.

We were supposed to get married.

He was going to change everything -
the insurance policy and the will.

That woman killed him
before he could do it.

I'm happy that she's dead.

- But I didn't murder her.
- Sure!

And no one tried to out my head off
a few minutes ago?

Did his penknife slip
while he was cleaning his nails?

If someone wants to kill you,
they'll have their reasons.

I don't even know who you are.

He's an investigator for the company
that paid a million dollars to Lisa.

Search the place thoroughly.

That money should be here,
or with her friend who tried to do me in.

That's Inspector Stavros's job.

Peter, do you have any idea
who might have a motive to kill you?

No, I really don't.

I was following you,

knowing that sooner or later
you'd bring me to this woman.

That's all.

In any case, we can safely say
that someone's dug up the hatchet.

Yes?

No.

No, he hasn't arrived yet.

Who are you?

Who should I say called?

Hello?

MY key, please.

Yes, right away.

Oh, Mr. Lynch, a young Frenchwoman came
and left this for you.

"This is the first time a 'suspect'
turned out to be photogenic!

"How about an interview
over lunch at Dionisio's?"

Hello.

What's that, lunch or a workout?

- Excuse me?
- I'm sorry.

You become cynical working on crime news.
May I sit down?

Of course.

The usual, please.

Do you enjoy eating here?

Why?
Don't you like French cooking?

You're something French that I like.

My paper will pay a lot for an exclusive.

What is this, lunch or an interview?

A bit Of both.

Stanley told me that they tried
to cut your head off yesterday.

Yes, that's right.

But since it was my head and not his,
he didn't attach much importance to it.

If it was Lisa Baumer's murderer,
he must be a real idiot.

Why?

Well, with a million dollars,
I'd become a model citizen.

Maybe he's afraid of being caught.

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

I've told the police everything I know
about Lisa Baumer several times.

It's my profession.

No.
It doesn't hold water.

You've got to know something else.

Something which has slipped your mind,

some detail that you've forgotten
but the murderer's afraid of.

What are you thinking about?

I don't know.

There's something I can't remember
which could be the missing link in the story.

Why did Lisa
withdraw the million dollars in cash?

Why did she suddenly decide
to leave for Tokyo?

Who was waiting for her there?

One of her lovers, or maybe an accomplice.
The person responsible for the plane crash.

And why not her husband?

Her husband was on that plane.

You know what?

I'm going to quit.

As soon as Stavros gives me my passport,
I'll get them to take me off the case.

After all,
dealing with dead people isn't my area.

Dealing with living people is.

I won't report
this part of the interview in the article.

So that's the local police's technique.

- Why would they have done it?
- For the dollars.

But why take it out on your mattress?

Don't you get it?
They really think I killed that woman.

And they hoped to find
the money in the mattress.

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

They ripped everything apart
as if they hated it.

Here, look.

What could you hide in a curtain?
They've just destroyed it.

- What are you doing?
- Changing rooms, of course.

- I hope this is to your liking.
- Don't worry, I'll take care of the clothes.

- The manager wanted to express...
- He can express it tomorrow.

Good evening, sir.

The way things are going, I've got the feeling
that changing rooms won't be enough.

I should change hotel,
city and profession.

To us, in spite of everything.

To everything, in spite of us.

It's becoming philosophical.

I don't like to sip.

- Me neither.
- What did you put in my glass?

You've drugged me.

I always do it to increase my charm.

...including killing that young man in London.

- We should have got rid of Lisa immediately.
- Someone smarter than us got there first.

I was sure Peter Lynch was involved.

So we've got it wrong again.

I've got another idea.

I'll see you tomorrow at the usual place.

Alright, see you tomorrow.

Who's there? Who's there?

Who's there?

No!

Hello?

Sharif, come here!
Now!

Somebody's breaking down the door!
Come quickly! Quickly!

Lara?
What's happening?

Answer me!

Lara! Lara!

No! No! No!

What is it?

Like the other woman!

- Who is it?
- Sorry.

Alright.

I didn't tell anyone.

I didn't know I'd end up here tonight.

Yes, I'll come right away.

I've got to go.
They've killed another woman.

Looks like the murderer's
the same one who killed Mrs. Baumer.

You've really got to go?

Some people on the paper
are waiting for an excuse to kick me out.

They say it's not a woman's job.

As if seeing people with their guts
hanging out was a man's job.

Luckily the editor's on my side.
If he wasn't...

Did they say
who the murdered woman was?

Yes, her name's Lara Florakis.

She lived in the old town.

Bye.

Autopsy report.
Lisa Baumer.

Abdominal wound
caused by a cut from the pubic-umbilical line

to the edge of the xiphoid process
of the sternum.

Wound to the anterior base of the neck
in the form of a sloping italic S.

Lara Florakis.

Abdominal wound
similar to the previous one.

Wound to the anterior base of the neck
more or less like the previous one.

Abbad Sharif.

Knife wound near the malleolus
in the posterior region of the leg.

Knife wound to the hand

on the skin covering the metacarpal joints
near the proximal phalanges.

That's enough.

That'll do for now.

We're dealing with an expert.

I've rarely seen such precise work.

So...

You were watching that woman, too.

Doesn't Interpol have anything to say?

I think that finding the killer
is no longer Interpol's job.

In my opinion, we're dealing
with a madman, a sex maniac.

A maniac who only kills
Kurt Baumer's women

and steals a million dollars?

Even sex maniacs have bills to pay.

Ah...

I see that Intercontinental Limited are
conspicuously generous with their expenses.

They're fair, in the circumstances.

If you say so.

It looks like someone hoped
to find the treasure in your room.

With all that stuff in the papers
about me and the million dollars,

who knows
how many people besides you

have been tempted
to take a look in my room.

Sure, but not in that way.

Someone wants to throw suspicion on you.

Thanks for the information
the other night, John.

My pleasure.

Oh, so it was you who called Cléo.

I try to help her out when I can.

Right. And how did you know
she was with me?

You're one of the suspects.
Stavros is watching you all the time.

You shouldn't be upset, at least not
while that butcher is still at large.

Yes, but it won't be easy to catch him.

All the leads have turned into dead ends.

No, there's one
that's going somewhere.

The killer has a million dollars.

All trains, planes and ships
are being monitored.

It's not easy to make a million dollars
vanish, believe me.

Oh, yes, that's true.

But whoever stole it
could hide it in their mattress

and sleep on it for ten years.

I'm not so sure.

When a man kills like that for money,
he can't even sleep on it for a month.

I think my friend Stanley's right.

That money will be
the murderer's downfall.

- In any case, please don't leave Athens.
- I've no intention of leaving.

- Do you like it?
- Yes.

You're very kind.

I'll be back in six days.

Don't forget to turn off
the electricity if you go away,

and leave the keys with the porter.

If it's for me, I'll take it.

Hello?

Yes, he's arrived.

Wait a moment.

It's for you.

Bye! I'm going
or I'll miss my plane.

Bye.
And thanks for your hospitality.

Don't get distracted. There are some things
you shouldn't do at the table.

Taste it.

Do you like it?

What's wrong?

Does it need more paprika?

No, no.
On the contrary.

I'll never let you waste your time
in the kitchen again.

It's that creep from the floor above.

- What do you want?
- Your car's blocking the entrance.

Alright, alright.
I'll come down and move it now.

Send the porter next time,
or I'll make you lose interest

in sticking your nose
into other people's business.

He's right.
I left the car in front of the entrance.

I'll be back straight away.

Don't move.

What time is it?

The best time of my life.

Shame...

I've got a load of photos
to develop for tomorrow.

No, stay here.

- You can't make love all day.
- Why not?

You can always try.

Then you lie down in the sun
and start again.

Are you serious?

I've never been more serious in my life.

My desire to give it all up and leave
is growing every clay.

Just think, a boat
and the open seas of the world.

Free and happy.

Every so often you come back
to see how things are going.

When?
I don't know, in autumn.

Not this one... the next.

Or Christmas, who knows?

There's a lovely place in the Tuamotu Islands
waiting for us.

You need a bit of money
to live without doing anything.

Yes, that's true.
A bit of money...

So let me go to work and earn some.

Cléo, would you come with me
if I asked you?

I don't know.

Off you go to work, then, slave.

Bye.
See you tomorrow.

Damn, the electricity's gone off.

Who's there?

Cléo? It's me.
I forgot my car keys.

Cléo, can you hear me?

What's going on?
Open the door!

- Help!
- Cléo!

Help!

Help... No!

Don't go, Peter.
Don't go.

Oh, Peter... Peter.

He tried to kill me.

Calm down.
Calm down, Cléo.

Let me have a look.

It's not serious.

Come on,
it's not a deep wound.

Wait.

Hello?
Is Inspector Stavros there?

Tell him they've tried to murder
another woman, Cléo Dupont.

Send an ambulance
to 121 Colonakis Street.

Quickly.

Oh, Peter...

Oh, Peter,
he could come back.

Don't be afraid.

He's a bastard
who only attacks women.

Did you recognize him?
Did you notice anything?

No, it was so dark.

I saw...

I only saw the blade of that knife.

Oh, God.

- I never thought I could be so scared.
- Calm down.

I never thought...

Calm down.
It's over now.

No, Mr. Lynch. You're more useful here.
What has happened?

- Cléo's still in shock. I'd better go...
- There are doctors for that.

Come with me.

- They've taken her away already?
- Yes.

I had to break down the door,

and when he saw me
he escaped through the window.

They cut the wires.

Someone got in

while Cléo was working in there.

Someone who knew the apartment well
and could find the main switch in seconds.

Are you trying to say it was me?

First Lisa, then Lara and now Cléo.

And you.
You every time.

What? I was shouting behind that door
while someone was trying to murder Cléo.

Calm down.

Calm down.

Anyway, Cléo's not dead
and she'll give us her version.

Right.

At least the victim can still speak this time.

Go ahead with your dusting for prints.

- It won't be that useful.
- They'll find my prints all over the place.

Yes, I know, but there's always hope
we'll find others.

Is that yours?

No.

Could be a lead.

It looks pretty rare.

I'm sorry, but it's hard to say.

- Maybe if I saw the original...
- I don't have the original.

I just want to find out who made it.

Is it one of a series, is it something
that anyone could make, or...

- Are you from the police?
- No. So?

It's quite rare. I don't think there's anyone left
in Greece who can work filigree like that.

It's almost certainly an Eastern technique,
maybe from Turkey.

It's hard to say.

Thank you.

I'd told that woman it wasn't very sensible
to withdraw a million dollars in cash.

Yes, but if Lara Florakis's death
is connected to that money,

I don't understand
why they just tried to kill Cléo Dupont.

Don't worry too much about it.

Nobody will fire you
if you don't find the money.

Our company doesn't expect you
to be like Sherlock Holmes.

I came here hoping that talking about it
would unlock that little something in my head.

Never mind.

Listen, do you have a photo
of Kurt Baumer here?

Do we have a photo of Kurt Baumer?

The one that was in the papers.
It must be in the press office.

Get them to leave a copy
for Mr. Lynch at reception.

Right away.

It probably won't be any use,
but thanks anyway.

My pleasure.
Good luck.

Yes, hello?

Cléo!
How are you?

They're sending you home?
When?

Tomorrow?
I'll come and get you.

Yes, of course.

What does he want with me?

Hello?

Inspector.

Are you watching Cléo for work
or are you in love with her like I am?

I like people with a sense of humor,
Mr. Lynch.

I like their jokes so much
that I'd like to hear them in my office

in, say, ten minutes.

Yes, of course you've got time to shave...

on your way here.

I can't stand inappropriate humor.

What have you got against Peter Lynch?

Can't you accept that he saved my life?

My dear woman, I've already said I...

...can't stand inappropriate humor.

Your hands.

What?

I'd like you to show me your hands.

May I know why?

To predict your future.

Cléo bit that man on the hand.

Yes, but she also told me
that the bastard was wearing leather gloves.

I don't believe Cleo has fangs.

Inspector, why don't you look at this
if you're looking for a bite mark?

I cut myself with a glass.

A straight cut isn't proof of his innocence.

The murderer could have covered
the teeth marks with another cut.

If you're finished with your nonsense,
Mr. Lynch, you can go.

Of course,
if you've finished with yours.

The investigation
into the theft of a million dollars

continues without results.

Even though the motive isn't clear,

certain elements of the attack
on the journalist Cléo Dupont

appear to connect the event
to the Baumer case.

The police are now following up
on a scorpion cuff link

dropped by the attacker
in the French journalist's apartment

on the night of the attempted murder,

hoping it will lead them
to the person who committed the crimes.

However, Inspector Stavros,
who is leading the investigation,

doesn't seem very optimistic
about recent results.

That's the latest news.

Good evening.

That was the evening news.

Now we have a special program
filmed in Los Angeles

to celebrate Thanksgiving Day.

This is Mark Salomon from Los Angeles.

The whole city has spilled out
onto the great avenues

to watch the phantasmagorical
nocturnal procession

that will conclude
the Thanksgiving celebrations.

Colored light from hundreds of floodlights
illuminates the city's most beautiful girls.

It's a tribute to beauty and youth.

It's America,
with all its optimism and zest for life.

In other words, wonderful America!
And what wonders!

Accompanied by a host of brass bands,

representatives from universities,
colleges and high schools file past

alongside members of organizations from
Los Angeles and other major American cities.

You're not going to kill me.

It's a feast for the eyes and hearts
of millions of Americans

who are watching this spectacle.

A festival of sound and light
as brilliant as our country,

the beat of the music in unison
with the hearts of these young girls

who are marching toward a bright future
with a radiant smile.

George, is that you?

George?

Look, it's me
who should be sick, not you.

What's wrong?

I feel like I'm missing something.

You know when you can't quite
get something into focus?

Getting things into focus is my job.

Cleo, you've got an enlarger at home,
haven't you?

Of course.

It's very grainy,
but we should be able to see it.

This would also explain the death
of that air steward, Lisa's last lover.

Maybe he knew something.

Kurt Baumer could still be alive
and at large here.

It's a bit of a risky theory, but...
we've got to go with it for now.

Let's analyze this theory, then.

Kurt Baumer takes out
a policy for a million dollars,

payable only in the event of his death.

He gets someone
to board the plane under his name,

maybe with the steward's help,

and puts a time bomb
in his suitcase.

The game's on.

Lisa comes to Athens and gets the money,
maybe in agreement with him.

But in any case, Kurt had already decided
to get rid of his wife and take all the money.

Who would suspect him?

He's legally dead.

But Lara Florakis knew something.

Her and her friend.

Why not get rid of them
and the air steward,

who appeared to be here
to meet someone?

Sure. But then attacking Cléo
just to give us the cuff link?

I don't understand what risk
Cléo would have posed either.

Maybe to increase the number of victims
and make us think he was a maniac.

No, he had another reason.

If Peter hadn't gone back
and we'd found her dead,

we'd have been involved
in a miscarriage of justice.

That's it.

The real reason for attacking Cleo
was to make us charge Peter Lynch.

He almost managed that anyway.

Indeed.

What do you think?

The theory holds up.

Maybe we can catch this man
if we let him think we've fallen into his trap.

Do you feel like playing the part
of a wanted man?

I've still got the boat at Piraeus.

I could take it
and get out of the way for a while.

In the meantime,
you'll pretend to look for me.

Speaking of which,
my doctor said I should go on a cruise.

Not a bad idea.

That'll make it even more believable.

Is there a radio on your boat?

Of course.

It's very important to stay in touch.

What do you think?

Good.

Very good.

We'll send you messages in code.

You'd better go now.
Use that door.

Good bye, Inspector.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Yes, yes.
Let them go.

One more thing, Inspector.

I think I deserve an exclusive.

You've got the exclusive
on Peter Lynch.

Come in.

Take a seat.

This is the life.

It'll do for me.
We go where the wind takes us.

The most important thing is love.

See, you're learning how to live.

What do you want?

Is this Kurt Baumer's villa?

It was.

A bank took custody of it
after Mr. Baumer's death.

A bank?
Aren't there any heirs?

I don't know.

My boss owed the bank money, so...

Could I take a look inside, please?

Uh... why not?

- Come in.
- Thank you.

Did you work for Mr. Baumer
for a long time?

The war was still on.
I met him in hospital.

We were both badly injured.

I was full of grenade shrapnel.

Peter, why have you got that sack?

To carry my spare harpoons
and other equipment.

Don't worry.

I was in the English team
for five years.

Bye!

Bye.

So, Peter, did you catch the whale?

It got away.

I'll try again tomorrow.

This definitely changes everything.

It's the only plausible theory.

We'll have to bluff it.

You're too curious, Cléo.

The world's full of people
who made their fortune

sinking old ships full of unlucky souls
to collect the insurance money.

When I saw Baumer's policy,

I decided that million dollars
would be mine.

George Barnet, the air steward,
was my partner in crime

while I needed a partner.

It wasn't hard for him
to put a bomb on the plane.

Lisa was his lover
and she was supposed to meet him in Tokyo.

We'd have made her disappear there,
together with the million dollars.

But I couldn't have predicted that Lara
would have the same intentions as me,

so I had to put the money
in a safe place.

You...

You killed all those people.

Lisa, Lara... for that money.

How could you have done it?

"There's a crime
behind every great fortune."

You should know that.

A Frenchman wrote it.

But how could it have been you that night,
with me?

You were outside the door.
You saved me.

The police suspected me.

I'd never have got out of Greece
with the money.

So I had the idea
of bringing Baumer back to life.

I got the air steward

to have a replica made in Turkey
of those cuff links I'd seen in the photo.

And to attack you.

You're crazy, Peter.

You're crazy!

Cléo!

Cléo!

Open up!

- What are you doing? Open up!
- Hello?

- Hello?
- Don't touch that radio!

Can anyone hear me?
Call the police!

- Cléo, open up!
- Hello?

Hello?

Call Inspector Stavros.

This is Cléo Dupont speaking,
from Peter Lynch's boat. Hello?

We're still at Nimis island.

He's the murderer.
It's Peter Lynch.

He's going to kill me.

If you don't push this up...

it doesn't transmit messages.

No one will ever catch us, and you...

you'll live with me.

We've got a million dollars.

Why did you want to know?

Peter, you're sick.

They'll cure you, you'll see.

Don't ever say that again, Cléo.
Even

They haven't told us their location
since last night.

It'll be very difficult to find them.

They could be far away by now.

No.

No!

No!

Cléo!

Cléo... Cléo.

It's all over now.

And Peter?

He's gone where the police
will never be able to reach him.

Peter was mad.

A clear-headed kind of madness
which was hard to discover.

How did you realize he was guilty?

The answer was hidden in this box.

When I questioned
the steward's hostess friend for the last time,

I noticed a brooch on her dress that was
made in the same way as the cuff link.

The girl told me

that the brooch was a present
the steward had brought her from Turkey.

So I thought the cuff link
could have been used to trick us.

And when I found the original cuff links
in Baumer's house, I was sure of it.

Peter was the only suspect left.

We hoped he'd give himself away,

but you found everything out before we did.

Goodbye.
Thank you.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Now you're fully recovered.

Take a long holiday
and forget this nasty business.

Thanks.

Have a good trip.

I didn't know you were still in Athens.

I was waiting for a beautiful clay
and a beautiful girl before I left.

THE END

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NAMES OR EVENTS

IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY
ARE FICTITIOUS.