All language subtitles for El.Asesino.Esta.Entre.Los.Trece.1973.1080p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

The killer is one of thirteen

Will it be long?

I don't think so.

It's been nearly three hours
since we passed the last town.

This area is endless.

I'm impatient
and I can't wait to get there.

She was really nice inviting us,
don't you think?

I still can't explain it.
We hardly know her.

We shouldn't be the only guests.

That car's going the
same way we are.

This area is strange.

It seems like they must get cut
off from the rest of the

world at times.

It's pretty but I'd have
preferred not to come.

It was hard saying "no".

And it's absurd
to revisit bad memories.

I'm thinking I could get
something out of this trip.

- Good morning, sir.
- Hello.

If I'm not wrong you're Mr.
Stephen.

The lady of the house is
expecting you.

Lisa!

You're still the same marvelous
woman you always were.

Don't think you'll be able
to flatter me, Harry Stephen.

I've memorized all your
old seductive tricks.

And even though your fans
might not see it,

you're older than the last time
we saw each other.

Come on, Lisa, don't try to defend
yourself by attacking.

With men like you
no precautions are enough.

If you'd allow me.

I was looking forward
to your arrival.

I hope your trip was pleasant.

A bit difficult.

Jorge is a very cautious driver.

I always wonder why he wants
such an expensive car.

In any case, we're here now.

- Here, unload the luggage.
- Right away, sir.

You have a magnificent shack here,
Mrs. mandel.

- Do you mean the house?
- Of course.

How many times do I have to tell
you not to use those

vulgar expressions?

Allow me to introduce
you to a friend.

Mr. Harry Stephen, Mr. and Mrs.
Fon.

Delighted to meet you, Mr.
Stephen.

Please, Francis.

What is it, mom?

Instead of staring at
that poor servant

you should help your cousin Lisa

welcome the rest of the guests.

They're about to arrive.

We're her only family

and this should be very
clear to everyone.

Yes, mom.

We were surprised by the
invitation too.

We barely know Mrs. mandel.

We're in the same situation,
I hadn't heard from her in months,

since the death of her husband.

- A flying accident, right?
- Yes, it was two years ago.

He crashed into the sea while
crossing the english channel

on a night flight.

I understand
he was a magnificent sportsman.

Yes, and an amazing attorney.

I'm happy to be here.

We can spend some lovely days.

- The house is gorgeous.
- Of course.

The mandel's have a
considerable fortune.

Are you done, friend?

Yes, sir.

- Now if you won't be needing me...
- You can go.

Here.

Thank you very much, sir,
but it's not necessary.

The mistress wouldn't like it.

Excuse me.

This man's a prude.

I'm starting to get tired
of so much stretching.

And I'm getting tired
of your lack of morals.

You can't stop being vulgar.

You need to understand
this is an elegant place

and you need to live up
to the situation.

I told you when we met her that
Mrs. mandel was a woman with class

and not just her,

the young and attractive man
she introduced us to

also seemed very chic.

Who? Harry Stephen?

I think he's smug.

Of course, for a while now

you only need a man to be young
for you to think he's wonderful.

Again with your vulgarities.

It'd be nice if you'd
remember sometimes

that you're not a simple 9 to 5
merchant anymore.

Now you're the owner
of fon cannery.

And you should act
according to your position.

I don't know if you know it, but
among elegant people

jealousy is rude.

I might be as rude as you want,

but it bothers me
that you flirt with that asshole.

Jorge, sometimes I think you'd
be better off behind a counter.

Come closer.

You're very pretty, but the
headdress doesn't suit you.

You see?

That's better. What's your name?

Elena, sir.

A lovely name, almost as
lovely as you.

So Elena...

- What do you do on your days off?
- We don't have days off, sir.

We're so isolated here
that there's no place to go.

Such a shame.

I would have liked to
go out with you.

You gave me quite a fright,
Ernest.

I thought you were
looking after the guests.

The mistress sent me
to get her aunt's coat.

It seems the old lady's cold.

It seems I got here just in time.

I don't understand.

You don't?

It's very clear.

My friend, Harry Stephen,

a sporting colleague
of my husband's.

Harry, Mr. and Mrs. gills.

Mrs. parolli and Ms. hovet.

You already know Mr. and Mrs.
Martin.

I have to say
even though I came to this house

because of it's owner's beauty,

I never expected to find a reunion
of such attractive women.

I'm grateful for the compliment,
Mr. Stephen.

Luckily, the number of
married women is high

and that will make
choosing easier.

Of course.

But there's no greater pleasure
than that of forbidden fruit.

I have the feeling, my friend,
that you have a strange

sense of humor.

You have to forgive Harry,
he's always like that.

Now, if you'll excuse us a moment.

An impulsive man, don't you think?

And somewhat excessive.

At least that's my
personal opinion.

You should be more careful
about what you say, Harry.

Mr. gills is tremendously jealous.

That makes flirting
more delightful.

You're incorrigible.

Aunt, I don't know
if you know Mr. Stephen,

he was Carlos' good friend.

Harry, this is aunt Bertha,

sister of my husband's father.

Harry, this is my cousin Francis.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr.
Stephen.

The pleasure is mutual.

I don't think I
finished telling you

about the state of the cannery
business last time.

Please Jorge, you'll bore Mr.
Stephen.

Not at all, but if you'll allow me
to give you some advice,

my friend,

you must not let business take up
all your attention,

your wife would be grateful.

You'll have to excuse us,

I still have to introduce Stephen
to the other guests.

I'd like to introduce you
to Mr. Harry Stephen, Mr. arlen.

- Nice to meet you.
- My pleasure.

Mr. arlen is a great artist,

but one that's currently
unappreciated I'm afraid.

But it won't be long before we see
his paintings in every museum.

I hope so.

Although, to be honest, my
friend arlen...

You haven't said anything

about the magnificent guests
your cousin invited.

I don't know where
she could have gotten them.

The only people with
class are the gills,

but they're completely broke.

They don't even have a penny.

It seems he would bet on the races

and she'd spend the rest
of it on clothes,

and now they can't even
pay a tailor.

I won't be everybody's joke

and by no means will I tolerate
this morning's flirtations

to be repeated.

That sort of man has no
right to live.

Don't be absurd,

what you're saying makes no sense.

Haven't you seen he
flirts with everyone?

- What do I care about the others!
- Please, try to calm down.

I understand you're nervous,

that our economic
problems are serious,

but that doesn't mean you can
take it out on me.

Do you think it doesn't affect me?

Did you see the jewels
and clothes on the others?

Do you know how long
I've been wearing this dress?

Don't try to put the blame on me!

And speaking of money,

we can't forget that newly rich,
Jorge fon.

Oh my god, I've never seen
anyone so common.

Of course his wife still beats
him, she tries to act so fine.

Can't you stay still?

There's no way to dress
you properly.

Forgive me, mom.

And another one who's no angel

is that young and
attractive Martha hovet.

Her face seems familiar.

I've spent all day trying to
recall where I've seen her before.

There's no doubt
she's a typical gold digger.

Looking for a man with money.

She wouldn't fool anyone
with her chain store dresses.

I tell you this,

because I know you like those
sort of shameless girls

hunting for rich men.

If you paid attention to me
you'd spend your time on Lisa.

She has money,

more or less your age

and you're cousins at the
end of the day.

Your obligation is to get her away
from that skid row player

Harry Stephen.

Shut up, idiot, it's me.

You scared the hell out of me.

It's almost night and dinner is
set to startin 15 minutes.

I want you to go
to the pool house tonight.

After everyone goes to bed,
I need to speak with you.

I can't do that, they
might see me.

If it was that idiot
Harry you'd go.

Anyway...

It didn't turn out wonderful
but it's quite good.

Go on.

Look at yourself in the mirror.

You're very handsome.

I believe at this time
the most logical thing

is to make a toast to the person

who's gathered us together
in such a pleasant way.

I'm grateful, Harry,

but I'm afraid you have
the wrong person.

The true planner
of this reunion isn't among us.

Sadly, we can't count
on his presence.

Obviously, I mean Carlos,
my husband.

You're right, Lisa.

Let's toast to the memory of he
who was a friend to all of us,

the great attorney and excellent
sportsman, Carlos mandel.

Well, now after the toast I have
something to reproach you for,

Lisa.

I don't know if you've
noticed but...

There are 13 of us...

And besides, it's still...
The 13th.

Yes.

And I'd regret if that detail
would bother someone.

I know there are many
superstitious people,

but it couldn't be any other way.

Perhaps it'd be a surprise to you,

but I've spent two long years
trying to gather all of you

around this table.

At least for me it is,

and I have an honest desire to
know the reasons for

your invitation.

From what you've said,

it seems like it's more
than a simple social gathering.

I have no problem in
letting you know.

Maybe you don't remember...

But today is the second
anniversary of my husband's death,

and I've tried to gather
all those people

for whom his death might
have had some meaning.

I'm convinced Carlos didn't die
in an accident like is said,

rather that his death
was something premeditated

by someone who is among us
at this moment.

In few words, my friends,

one of you is my husband's killer.

If this is a joke,

and I expect it is,

it's not funny.

I don't understand.

I have no choice but to demand
an immediate explanation.

I'm sorry to tell you
this is no joke.

I repeat that apparently my
husband's death wasn't accidental.

As all of you know,

his plane crashed when
crossing the english channel

in a night flight between
London and Paris.

But I have evidence that it was
actually a meticulously

planned crime.

Could you tell us of them?

Firstly there's a witness

who saw a man enter my husband's
apartment one hour before

his flight took off.

I don't understand how a simple
visit could make you think

it was a crime,

and if it was a man,

how are all the women
present related to this?

Especially the two who have
no relation to the gentlemen here.

I mean Ms. hovet and myself.

You know very well, Mrs. parolli,

that you couldn't be defined as
an unattached woman.

What are you trying to say?

I don't think I need to
explain it to you.

But that's not important now.

The witness spoke of a man

because he was dressed in a coat,
hat, scarf and sunglasses.

It's clear he was trying
in every way not to be recognized.

That being the case, any woman
could pass as a man

dressed like that.

- Just a moment!
- Please Jorge, calm down!

Just a moment!

I want to say this is absurd.

It doesn't make any sense.

I don't know if this is some
parlor game I don't understand.

If it is, well fine,

but I want it to be clear that
Jorge fon of fon cannery

is a respectable man.

I like to call a spade a spade,

and damn anyone who says I go
around rubbing people out!

Jorge!

Logically there are
other important details.

On the morning of the crime

my husband took a large sum
of money from the bank.

10,000 pounds.

That money hasn't appeared.

That doesn't mean anything.

If you're husband went down with
the plane and his remains

haven't turned up,

that money must be deep
under the sea.

You see, the empty envelope
containing the money was

in the apartment.

The bank's employee recognized it.

Besides,
Carlos didn't need to bring money.

He had an account in Paris.

It's clear to me that those 10,000
pounds were meant for his

mysterious visitor.

Exactly what was missing.
Now she's accusing us of

being thieves.

I don't know what 10,000 stinking
pounds are supposed to mean to me,

I have millions.

This woman is going off limits.

Be quiet or you'll have to
deal with me.

What Lisa said is very serious,
this is no time to be rude.

So Lisa,

you're insinuating that the
motives for the crime

were monetary?

It's possible.

But knowing the motive would be
the same as knowing who

the killer is.

It's something I can't
be sure of at the moment.

It's also possible...

That what the killer stood
to gain from the crime

was much more than 10,000 pounds.

I suppose you're referring
to me or your cousin now, dear.

It's true Francis was Carlos'
only heir,

but only in the event
you died too.

Fortunately,
you have enviable good health.

Besides,

neither Francis nor I need money.

Please, aunt,

you know very well
that's not true.

I want to be clear that money
might not be the only motive.

My husband and I loved
each other madly,

and it pains me to say
that he cheated on

me frequently.

They were just fleeting
affairs of course,

but in the end wouldn't it be
possible that a jealous husband

or a scorned woman
caused his death?

Just what we needed.

Now we're being
painted as cuckolds.

For me the crime is
just a hypothesis,

but once accepted,

our accuser, Mrs. mandel,

is the prime suspect.

In the first place,
she's her husband's direct heir

and she's just confessed that she
knew that he cheated on

her frequently.

Naturally this is all hearsay.

For my part, I say there's no
shred of evidence of this

hypothetical crime.

What's more,

we still don't even know
how it was carried out.

Right.

But there is a murder weapon.

In the apartment's sink

remained two unwashed cups,

and there was residue of some
barbiturate in one of them.

The analyst did a very careful
study of the quantity.

It wasn't a fatal dose,

but it was enough so that
within an hour

my husband would fall asleep
at the controls of the plane.

It's obvious that the killer,
if there was one,

did things very carefully,

so no one would ever find out
there was a crime.

The first thing that drew my
attention was the money Carlos

took from the bank.

There was no reason
he'd need that much in cash.

The mysterious visit
and the disappearance of the money

made me suspicious.

Besides, my husband was
nervous in his final days,

worried about something.

All these details led me to carry
out a careful investigation.

Among other things
the coffee cups were analyzed

and that's how the existence of
the sleeping pills was discovered.

I still don't understand how we're
all related to this matter.

Where there's a crime
there's a criminal.

Someone interested in Carlos'
death.

His work as an attorney and his
love life were the two most

logical possibilities,

besides the monetary reasons,
of course.

For example, the first person who
could have a relationship

with my husband

in his professional
capacity is Mr. arlen.

Please, bring me the painting.

In just a few moments I'll show
you something interesting,

but first you might want to know
that my first meeting with

Mr. arlen

was in one of his exhibitions
where I bought a painting.

And by the way, Mr. arlen,

isn't it true I was
the only buyer?

Yes, it's true.

But that doesn't worry me.

I make my art for myself,

not for a bourgeois audience
lacking all sensibility.

I'm an artist, not a businessman.

I congratulate you.

Frankly, I don't
understand a thing.

It just looks like
scribbling to me.

This is the painting
I bought at the exhibition.

Although my principal motive
was to meet Mr. arlen.

I think the work is magnificent.

And I'm delighted to own it.

This changes my plans.

I didn't expect so much
sensibility from someone of

the feminine side.

I'm grateful for your
change of opinion,

but maybe you might be
interested to know

this isn't the only painting
of yours that I'm the owner of.

But... that's impossible.

Nothing is impossible, Mr. arlen.

I like this one.

- I think it's good.
- That painting isn't mine.

I've never painted
copies or forgeries.

That it's a forgery

and a very good one at that
there's no doubt,

nor is there any way that when it
was sold they attempted to

trick the buyer.

An art dealer named jourdain

sold it in Paris to a British
client of my husbands,

sir Francis Wilson.

When he sought expert advice

he discovered the forgery.

Sir Francis charged my husband
with filing a complaint in Paris

against the dealer.

That was the reason for his trip.

Naturally,
he couldn't carry out his charge.

And two weeks later
jourdain turned up dead, drowned.

In one of the
floodgates in the seine.

When they checked his documents,

the French police found
a long history of forgeries.

A fascinating story...

Which has nothing to do with me.

Sir Francis bought the painting
in February of 1970

and on jourdain's books

there's record of payments to an
unknown painter whose initials

are two aas, for four paintings.

The sum was 10,000 francs
and the date December 1969.

According to my reports
you personally took

four paintings to Paris
on that date.

Jourdain charged the pretty sum of
100,000 francs for the paintings.

- 40 times more than he paid you.
- That ratbag!

In my opinion
it's as well painted as the other.

Jesus,

comparing it to that
other atrocity.

No offense intended, Mr. fon,

but I believe your
forte is business,

not critique.

Business like the
northern cannery,

anonymous society.

Of course, that's one of
my businesses.

I acquired majority share
two and a half years ago.

And in a very effective way
if you allow me to say.

Slowly at first
and through third parties later,

and once you had enough to be able
to control the

administrative board

you created a false bankruptcy.

That way you bought
the rest of the shares.

A clever stock operation
that ruined many people,

and that caused a considerable
loss to a client of my husband's.

I suppose, madam,
you'll be able to prove all that.

I don't think I'm the
person for that.

But isn't it true that my husband
saw you in your office the

day of the accident

and told you he had proof of false
accounting in your business?

Gentlemen, I won't stand to be
assaulted with all this nonsense.

- I'm leaving!
- Wait!

Please, Mr. fon, sit back down.

Needless to say, both
Mr. arlen as well as Mr. fon

were in London the day
of the crime,

and according to my reports,

the rest of you were there as well

or could get there easily.

I have to contradict you, Lisa.

I wasn't in London and I don't
understand why you have to mix

me up in all of this.

I was a good friend of Carlos'.

I also have to disagree.

I wasn't in London

nor have I ever had any
relationship with your husband.

I have no substantial proof,

though I know you were
in england at the time.

But responding to your
last claim, Mrs. parolli,

I'll say that your fiancee
was a client of my husbands.

You had just met and spoke
of your upcoming wedding.

It's not strange at all that your
fiancee, given his position,

investigated your life

and he left the matter to Carlos.

He discovered you weren't a widow
like you claimed, rather divorced,

and certain unsavory
details of your previous life.

But now you have nothing to fear,

Carlos' death kept him
from informing his client.

I admit to the divorce.

I told him myself a
few days later.

I expect you understand
my misgivings.

Nowadays, the english society
doesn't easily accept...

That sort of thing.

I spoke of your previous life,

and that if it were discovered

your marriage would
not take place.

I await your accusation,

but don't tell me your eye
never wandered.

Of course not,

love isn't nearly
the most important thing to you.

What do you mean by that?

Simply that money is
your main goal.

You're proud

and won't allow anyone
to keep you from a girl

or to interfere with your plans.

Wasn't that what happened
with Carlos?

Speak clearly, what are
you insinuating?

What you've heard.

You went to London to see
one of your lovers,

a married woman.

Carlos didn't just
steal her from you,

but also discovered your
relationship with another woman.

A relationship you expected

and still expect to reap
great benefits from.

And those two women
are among us at this moment.

Mrs. mandel,

though my terrible secret
has been discovered I'm happy.

You've presented us with an
enchanting sketch of manners,

dirty business,

marriages of convenience,

elegant gigolos,

a delight.

May I ask you if, young lady,
given your status as a

wealthy heir,

are you the one who plans to keep
Mr. Stephen the rest of his days?

- You're hateful!
- That's intolerable, arlen.

Please, gentlemen, calm down.

I think it's been enough
for the moment.

I wish you all a good night.

- Is it you?
- Yes.

It's madness having come here,

anyone could find us.

I've locked the door.

No guest knows the pool house
opens at night.

There's nothing to fear.

You'd prefer that fool Stephen,
I won't let him lay a hand on you.

You'll do what I say.

I love you.

Stop acting like an idiot.

I'm telling you we're not leaving.

And I'm telling you
it's the only logical thing.

I won't stay here a minute more
enduring her insults.

No one has insulted us.

She hasn't referred to us
in particular.

She's within her rights to speak
about her husband's death.

My conscience is clear.

And I hope you can say the same.

Now you're insulting me.

How could you think I'd be
capable of committing a crime?

No, not a crime...

But adultery, yes.

- Guillermo, I won't have you...
- Let's speak clearly.

Lisa spoke of a married woman,

a lover of her husband
and of Harry Stephen,

and as far as I know there are
only three possible candidates.

I'm determined not to leave
until things are cleared up.

As you wish.

You win,

but remember it's your
responsibility.

But, mom, I thought...

That I was asleep.
Well, I'm not.

May I know where
you're coming from?

You see, I...

I was taking a walk
through the garden.

I knew that.

And was something interesting
happening in the pool house?

- What?
- In the pool house!

- In the pool house?
- I'm not blind.

I was also looking out the window

when that shameless maid
went in that direction.

And of course you went
right after her.

Mom, I swear I didn't...

Don't swear, dear.

It's not proper.

I've seen what
you're up to with that girl,

but that's not the worst of it

no, really mom...

She was going there.

I followed her out of curiosity.

It was the driver waiting
for her there.

I'll have to speak
with your cousin about this.

The driver?

Then you...

Francis, you're a pig!

- Mom...
- Quit saying mom.

I say it and it stands.

Go to bed immediately.

We'll deal with this
matter tomorrow.

Okay. Yes, mom.

And clean your shoes
before going to sleep.

Yes, mom...

I had to eliminate you Mr.
Martin because your position

was quite dangerous.

I congratulate you.

In spite of your youth I see
you've mastered this old game.

Go on, Mrs. parolli,

one more strike
and you'll have won the match.

You did it.

I congratulate you,
you've been a perfect partner.

We need to talk.

I'm going to my room to change.

I'll expect you in 15 minutes.

- Thank you very much, Mr. Stephen.
- You're too good for us.

Aim and gauging a shot
aren't my forte.

The truth is I haven't
played since I left high school

but it's lovely to remember
the old games, don't you think?

Of course,

and besides, you play
stupendously.

Of course, facing a
professional like Mr. Stephen

the rest of us have little chance.

Let's say I'm a
professional amateur.

Don't be modest, Stephen,
we know you were a great champion.

What times those were.
Now I couldn't even handle a bat.

I'm sorry about last night.

I mean what that smug painter
said about you and Mr. Stephen.

It's not important.

I had forgotten it.

In any case, Harry Stephen
is a terribly handsome man.

The only one here worth the while.

Well, if we don't
count the Butler.

You're right.

He seems like the most likely
to be with a rich widow.

Do you know that for being so
young you have a very

perverse mind?

Food should be ready
within half an hour.

It'll be served in 45 minutes.

And remember to switch Mr.
Stephen and Mr.

Arlen's places at the table.

Is it true what they told me
about last night's dinner?

I don't know what you're
talking about.

But I advise you not to
ask questions.

- The mistress wouldn't like it.
- I'm sorry.

Do you know if Mrs. parolli
has come down from her room?

I don't think so, I would have
seen her come out.

Very well, return to your post.

We should be more careful,
especially in these circumstances.

- Some wonderful circumstances.
- Stop being smug.

If I asked you to come
it's for something important.

It's clear Lisa knows about us.

And every detail of your
former life.

And maybe yours.

I'm afraid so, at least
a large part,

and that could change everything
if it becomes public.

The wedding, the money,

all of our plans.

- But that's not the worst thing.
- What could be worse?

That killer.

The man who killed Carlos mandel.

Lisa is right,

but I'm afraid her
suspicions are far off.

I know who it is.

And he knows I know his identity.

- So you think it's a man.
- Of course.

But for now he feels secure.

He knows that if I reveal who it
is I'd go down with him.

You have to help me.

Yes, but how?

At least tell me who it is.

Not now, it's a long story.

Something about my life
you don't know about.

It's dangerous to be
together much longer.

The walls have ears.

I'm sure he's spying on us.

Tonight I'll go to the pool house
and tell you about it.

Tomorrow I won't be here anymore.

You'll be free to act.

All right.

We have to stop seeing
each other for a long while.

Until the wedding's over
and everything is forgotten.

I don't know why we're still here.

We should leave immediately
since we didn't last night.

You said it, we didn't do it
and that indicates something.

Will you allow me a moment Ms.
Hovet? I'd like to speak with you.

Yes, of course.

I'd like to apologize
for last night.

It wasn't my intention
to offend you.

- Well you did.
- I'm sorry, I truly am.

It was a joke in poor taste.

There are jokes and then there
are jokes, Mr. arlen.

Did you know my wife from before?

- Well...
- Tell me honestly.

Honestly, no,
but keep this between ourselves.

And to tell the truth I
regret it because...

Your wife is a real beauty.

Francis!

Please ma'am, could you
give me a moment?

It's about the food.

Excuse me.

It's clear for me that in these
recent years Mrs. mandel

has tried to create friendships
with all of us.

I met her in London, at
a fashion show.

We met her in a party in Paris,
and you Mrs. Martin?

We didn't know her.

She invited us due to our old
friendship with her husband.

Forgive me, ma'am, the documents
you were expecting have

just arrived.

I've seen the employee of
the agency off.

Thank you, Henry. You can go.

You'll have to forgive me,

it's about a matter
of the greatest importance to me.

Something related
to our conversation last night.

That means it could also be
important to us.

You're right.

It's a report I had requested
from an investigation agency

to detail your movements
the day of my husband's death.

The report indicates
that most of you

have some unaccounted hours
from 7 to 9 that day.

Given the time that's gone by it
hasn't been easy to investigate.

Both my wife and I were
in a meeting in Paris

I know, Mr. Martin,

but Paris is very close to London,
it's easy to come back by plane.

I insist I have nothing
to do with this matter.

I wasn't in London that day.

The quinan hotel on Greek St.
Doesn't mean anything to you?

It's close to soho square,

an important tourist spot.

If that hotel doesn't
ring a bell, Mrs. parolli,

there's a hotel register with your
name on it that fateful day.

Better said,
under the name of Lucy forlani.

Isn't that your married name?

You have no right to meddle
in our private affairs.

You're right.

But I don't see another way
to solve this matter.

I told you I don't know
the killer's identity...

Yet.

But sooner or later he'll
make a mistake.

Or he'll kill again if he
feels cornered.

Mrs. parolli is right.

The time has come for us who
are innocent to leave this place.

Veiled accusations against many
people have been raised here

and possible motives
have been alleged,

but in my judgment,

both in my wife's case as
well as my own

there's no reason to
justify the crime.

Dude, it's very clear: Jealousy.

Laura, I beg you to say
before everyone

if you had anything to do
with Carlos mandel.

You didn't tell us
you were expecting someone.

I have no idea who it could be.

Does this jar belong
to one of you?

I found it in the garden.

It has a white substance inside.

No one can bother us here.

Speak up, Henry.

I want to know what
you've learned.

I checked the guests' rooms.

Harry Stephen is armed.

I found a revolver
among his clothes.

Ms. hovet only brought four
outfits and very little money.

I imagined something like that.

Go on.

Nothing of interest in
the Martin's room.

Guillermo gills and his wife
are in a real economic crisis.

I found a letter in the
woman's purse

from a lender who demands 2,000
pounds and threatens to

inform her husband.

Did you leave it in its place?

Of course.

Nothing important in the fon's
room, in Francis'...

A great amount of pornographic
pictures and magazines.

Real filth.

Besides, the maids complain
about his attentions.

Yes, I had noticed.

The case of amadeo arlen
is surprising.

He didn't bring luggage.

Only a notepad and pencils.

In cecila parolli's room...

There's nothing of interest,

except that this morning
one of the maids

surprised Mr. Stephen
as he was coming out of her room.

The maid?

I thought you were
in charge of watching them.

Naturally, I wasn't the one who
told her to do it.

What happened is that...

That girl is infatuated with Harry
Stephen and follows

him everywhere.

Later she mentioned it
and I searched the room.

- And you didn't find anything?
- No.

It's a shame.

There's something my husband
discovered about the identity of

her former husband.

A high class thief that had
escaped from an American prison.

An extraordinarily capable man...

Knowing his identity would
be of great importance.

Maybe the key to everything.

All I know is
that they still see each other

and that he demands money
in exchange for his silence.

Well, I haven't found anything...
Yet.

I hope you'll forgive me
for last night.

Mr. arlen misunderstood my words.

I wasn't referring to you.

Naturally, dear,

we all understood it very well.

A young woman as
intelligent as Ms. hovet

would be incapable of
maintaining a man,

and besides, at her age and
being so attractive,

I don't know, it'd be ridiculous,
maybe if it was the other way.

Only a person as eccentric as Mr.
Arlen

could have such a senseless idea.

Exactly, and you know very well,
Mrs. gills,

that to maintain a lover
you need a lot of capital.

I don't think what's said
about Mr. Stephen is true.

He seems like a charming man
to me.

Too much, don't you think?

I don't think it's worth talking
about something so

unpleasant again.

Couldn't we talk about
something else?

Of course.

Why don't you tell us
about your life, Ms. hovet?

I've already told you that my
father is an industrialist, rich,

but very miserly.

I have little money.

He only sends me
enough to live on.

I'd rather see the world
than to stay at home.

Very good.

I know those sort of parents, they
don't give nothing to

their children,

and if they can, they
exploit them.

- I don't understand you.
- Try to remember.

Didn't he make you work
as a waitress in his hotel?

I remember it perfectly,
the hotel majestic in St. tropez.

Wasn't it there where you met
my nephew Carlos three years ago?

We arrived as he was leaving.

Poor Francis is crazy
about pretty girls like you,

and I have a good
memory for faces.

Personally, I'm sure of my wife.

I don't want to know a thing.

I had and have
a total confidence in Sylvia.

But the truth is,
mandel started seducing her.

I know nothing happened
between them,

but after the trip

I cut off my
relationship with mandel.

I agree with what Mr. Martin said.

I'm also sure of my wife.

Among distinguished people
such as ourselves,

jealousy is a vulgarity.

That's funny, really funny.

That's just nonsense, Mr. fon.

It isn't nonsense,

and I fail to see any humor in it.

Besides, who are you to laugh?

A plagiarist, a canvas scribbler.

Better to scribble on canvas
than to sell rotten fish.

Please, gentlemen,
there's no reason to fight.

Everyone, including me, is
nervous, but lets keep

our composure.

We have a very important
matter to solve.

I've had enough of this for today.

I think he's right.

There's no sense in
talking further.

I'll be leaving too, I
need to rest.

I asked you a question, Stephen.

That clearly has no answer.

It's absurd to keep pretending.

My father is a rich industrialist,
I don't have a cent.

Yes.

I was a waitress in a hotel
and there I met ca...

Well, Mr. mandel.

After that I never saw him again.

You have no reason to be
ashamed of your origin

or your previous job.

It's as honorable as any other.

It is, dear.

By the way,

now that you dedicate
yourself to traveling,

can we know where your
income is from?

Work.

Right.

Ma'am, the way you've harassed
this girl is intolerable.

Come, let's go for a walk.

Please don't cry.

The worst is over.

I shouldn't have lied.

It was stupid.

But I was ashamed among
people like you...

Telling you I was just a waitress.

Don't think about that anymore.

Calm down.

Then I think you should act
as if nothing had happened.

Would you like to be alone?

Yes, please.

I'm very grateful
for what you've done for me.

Martha!

Can I tell you something?

Of course.

This reunion has been very timely.

The case hasn't been forgotten
like has been said.

I have a friend in Scotland yard.

It seems the investigation
has been opened again.

Then what's the point of this
whole...

This whole comedy?

I don't know.

It could be about getting
new information

or eliminating someone
very dangerous.

In that case,

the main suspect would be Lisa.

Of course, Mr. Martin said it
clearly during dinner.

I'm determined to find out
the truth no matter what.

Would you like to help me?

I wouldn't know...

It'd be really simple,
you'll see.

It's the funniest thing
I've heard in my life.

That's nothing,

have you heard the one about a
fisherman who caught a

mermaid and told her...?

- Three of spades.
- Four of hearts.

Five of diamonds.

I have nothing. You go, dear.

Thank you Mr. fon.

I've been waiting
for that card for a long time.

Lady's canasta.

I'm sorry, partner.

I've made a mess of it.
Maybe next time.

You're admirable Mrs. parolli.

We have the game won.

Is something wrong?

No, nothing.

Well, Harry,
would you like to take a walk?

I'd be delighted.

The truth is I didn't
dare to suggest it.

How terrible.

We're completely soaked.

It's a real downpour,
I'm drenched.

Do you have a handkerchief?

I think so.

It's stopped raining.

Let's go back to the house.

I need to talk to you.

I've found out something.

- What is it about?
- I need to confirm it.

I can't tell you anything yet.

Tomorrow, before anyone gets up,

we'll meet in the library,
at seven.

You see, dear? It's simple.

Two to the right and
one backwards.

I beg you forgive me,

I'm interested in this history
of english painting.

May I read it in my room?

Of course, Mr. arlen,
it's at your disposal.

Thank you.

A strange individual.

He'll hear you.

Then we'll meet at seven.

- Good evening, Mrs. fon.
- Hello, Henry.

Have you seen my husband?

Mr. fon is playing poker
now in the library.

I'd be grateful, Henry,

if you brought me some hot punch.

I've gotten a bit wet.

Right away, ma'am.

Come in.

- Your punch, ma'am.
- Thank you, Henry.

You've been very kind.

If the lady doesn't need me

I'll take the dress
to the maid to be ironed.

If it wouldn't bother you
you can take the shoes as well.

Henry.

Excuse me, ma'am.

At midnight?

Yes, but I've found a
better place.

- The cellar.
- All right.

- Will you leave tomorrow?
- Of course.

I want to be far away from here
when everything is uncovered

if you dare reveal what I tell you

- I'm no coward. See you later.
- Good night.

Wow, Elena, what a
pleasant surprise.

Does the gentlemen
desire something?

I've told you you look
much better without the headdress.

You know what I'm thinking?

- That you could do me a favor.
- Yes, sir.

- What the gentleman wants.
- Give me a kiss.

- Another?
- As many as the gentleman wants.

Not here please, they
could find us.

I'll wait for you in
the pool house.

- Alright, in half an hour.
- You'll go?

What do you think?

This afternoon while
we were drinking coffee

I talked to everyone about it.

I want it to come from my lips
before it's distorted

by someone else.

It seems fine to me,

but forget it.

It's a good idea to forget
bad memories for good.

Yes, I know it's better to forget.

Yes.

But sometimes they come back
and there's no way to avoid them.

I'm sorry.

- I'm truly sorry.
- No, it's not that.

I've been thinking about
it all evening.

I was selfish asking you to
marry me.

Don't say such things.

It's true, you've sacrificed
your life to a man older than you.

- I know it.
- Don't think such nonsense.

You should forget what happened.

I assure you I'm completely happy.

Jorge, I think we should leave.

I'm very uncomfortable
in this house.

Tonight's dinner was peaceful.

As peaceful as sheep.

And you were having a
ball this evening.

I'm tired and bored.
The sooner we leave the better.

I don't understand the hurry.

By the way,

though I know that jealousy
is vulgar and common

don't think Stephen
and you are going too far?

Of course, always the same tune.

Stephen is an idiot.

A stuck up pretentious player.

You were laughing with him
a lot this evening.

Well, yes.

At first, I found his gallantries
and stupid jokes amusing

but he ended up boring me.

If it worries you
there's no reason for it,

I won't look at him again.

Do what you want,

but I don't think it's
such a big deal.

It isn't easy to understand how
you've changed your

opinion so quickly.

Hello, Elena.

I'm here, as you can see
I keep my promises.

I only came to tell you we
should forget what happened.

I don't know what you
must think of me.

The only thing I can think
is that you're a lovely girl.

Let me go please.
It's best we leave.

Don't even dream of it.

- Did they see you go out?
- Of course not.

Are you afraid of someone
finding out?

He'd kill me if he knew.

Wow, I didn't count on that.
Who is he?

Ernest, the driver,

but I don't love him,
he's a brute.

Today I finally made things clear

with that Martha that has
your head spinning.

Waitresses are your
specialty indeed,

and it's a shame,
because you're a good boy.

Yes, mom.

Nothing bothers me more than
people who won't stay

where they belong.

Yes, mom.

I hadn't told you yet,

but I think I have a
very clear idea

of who's the person your cousin
is trying to uncover.

As always, my good visual memory
served me well.

Do you remember the theft
of lady Mortimer's jewels?

No, mom. “You're useless.

Anyway, I have the impression

that there are various
interwoven stories in this.

Besides, there are
many loose ends that don't add up.

Your cousin has been following the
wrong path in this from the start.

I don't understand you, mom.

That's no surprise.

Those 10,000 pounds worry me.

What would Carlos want them for?

Then there was that tournament
Harry Stephen took part in.

You'll forgive me if I
leave right away,

I have to solve a matter
of great importance.

With so much coming and going
they'll see you and if

I'm discovered...

I'd defend you.

You have a meeting with
another woman?

Not at all.

I think, little one,
that you value me too highly.

Will you take me with you
when you leave?

We'll see, everything
in its own time.

Goodbye, little one.

Goodbye.

Cecilia.

Cecilia!

No!

I won't say anything.

No!

The lady called?

You could knock at least.

What for?

Anyone here wouldn't be
surprised at seeing you this way.

Guillermo, I won't have
you insulting me.

I think everything's been
sufficiently cleared up.

Nothing's been cleared up,
do you understand?

Nothing.

Your white knight,

that stupid gigolo won't admit
you were his lover,

but for me it's quite clear!

You have no right to
treat me this way!

That's how you treat a slut,
because that's what you are.

Aside from Harry Stephen
and Carlos mandel,

how many lovers have you had?

I'm leaving tomorrow.

I'm fed up and won't take anymore.

- Consider our marriage over.
- You can do what you like.

I'm tired of this poverty,
of never having a cent.

What did you expect?

I'm young and have a
right to live.

Laura, please.

I only tried to help
you out of your misery.

Where do you think the money has
come from these last few years?

All right.

I would've liked to have
spoken to all of you at once,

but Mr. Harry Stephen isn't in his
room or in the rest of the house.

They're looking for him
in the garden.

What I had to tell you...

Is that Mrs. parolli has
been murdered.

Maybe the game has gone too far.

All I can do is regret it and feel
guilty about what's happened.

It's too late for regrets.

This indicates you were right.

Among us...

There is a killer.

Have you called the police?

Impossible.

The killer has destroyed
the telephones.

We're cut off.

But we have cars.

Any one of us could go
and call them.

It would only take three hours.

The killer's also thought of that.

All tires are flat.

Ernest is trying to fix them
with all haste.

They've found Harry too.

He's dead

axe blow to the head.

Francis, see to your cousin.

Thank you, I feel better now.

But it's horrible.

Horrible.

What's horrible?

It's useless to wait for Harry.

He's not coming anymore.

They've just found his
body in the cellar.

He's been murdered in a
horrifying way.

How horrible.

Laura, I forbid you to weep
over that ratbag's death.

- Mr. gills!
- This complicates things.

There are several people

for whom Stephen's death

could have some meaning.

For example, for Mr. fon.

His wife was in the cellar
with Stephen late yesterday.

I saw them from my window.

I regret to say.

I won't tolerate such
an insinuation!

My wife and I didn't
separate all night.

If you say so.

Please, arlen,
let's not stir things up again.

We have enough on our plate.

Don't you think this is a very
dangerous game, Mrs. mandel?

The guilty party feels cornered.

He could kill again at any time.

It wouldn't be strange
if you were the next victim.

You're right,

but that's a risk I've been
willing to take from the start.

For me, the most important thing
is to uncover my husband's killer.

The important thing now, dear,

is to find out what Cecilia
and Harry knew.

What forced the criminal to act.

If we learn that,

the case will have been solved.

But, mom,

we can't stay here waiting
for that killer to get us.

Shut up.

My proposal is that everyone go to
their rooms and close the doors,

especially those who are alone.

Tomorrow the police will be here

and all of us,

except one,

will be safe.

Have you gone mad?

I told you not to come.
This is reckless.

I needed to see you.

Don't worry.

No one saw me.

The maids are already in bed.

10,000 pounds.

Enough to get a lover
out of trouble.

But which of the two?

Of course it's Laura.

But they were tightening
the screws on cecila as well.

No, it doesn't make sense.

Why would they go after
that pair of idiots?

It's clearer that there are
two separate paths.

The best thing is
not to beat around the bush.

You can't see the forest
because of the bushes.

It can't be anyone
but her husband.

I bet Lisa has
the information I'm missing.

I'd like to know your opinion
on this situation.

I think it's a very
dangerous thing.

That's not what I'm asking.

I want to know if you have
some idea who the killer is.

There's a lot of information,
but all of it confusing.

Of course it's a man.

What makes you so sure?

The last crimes,

their brutality seems
more suited to a man.

However, in your husband's case
it could've been a woman.

It was a very feminine crime.

It must be someone he knew.

A woman.

Only a woman would have
volunteered to make the coffee

and wash the cups.

It's an important detail,

but maybe the coffee was
made by the killer himself.

That way it'd be easy
to add the sleeping pills.

It's possible.

If it's a man, that reduces
the possibilities to two people.

There's no doubt now
that Harry's been killed.

Exactly.

And in my opinion they both have
reason to have

committed the crime.

- Francis!
- What, mom?

- Let's go to sleep, it's late.
- Right away, mom.

- Turn off the light!
- Yes, mom.

I suggest it be Mr. Martin
who gives Francis the sad news.

I think it's a good idea, Mr.
Arlen.

It isn't exactly a pleasant duty

but someone has to do it.

It'd be best to leave here
without touching anything.

Can you keep this room
under lock and key, Mrs. mandel?

Of course.

Then if it pleases you,
let's meet everyone in the salon.

All right.

Let's go.

I think all of you know
the news already.

My aunt Bertha has been murdered.

This is a deathtrap.

We have to leave here as soon
as possible and notify the police.

One of the cars will be
ready in an hour.

I've ordered Stephen's sports car
to be the first to be fixed.

It's the fastest of all.

Do you have any idea

of the killers motives
for committing this new crime?

It doesn't seem to fit
with the earlier ones.

My aunt had found out something
she was going to tell me.

I'm not sure what it was about,

but she had said she
recognized someone.

She had a very good
memory for faces.

She said something
about that to me.

She spoke about the money

and a theft from one
of her friends.

She seemed indecisive, as if...

As if something didn't
make sense in all this.

Yes.

She spoke of something like that.

- And the new clue Mrs. mandel?
- What clue?

You hadn't said anything.

Mrs. mandel asked us to
keep the secret.

This time the killer has left

a trail that will be hard to hide.

I'm afraid I haven't had
enough time to fix the matter.

You should tell us what
this is about.

I don't think it's time.

It'd just help the
killer hide himself.

We can't just sit here
with our arms crossed.

We have to wait.

Wait for the police,

and give him time to pick
his next victim!

Calm down, little one.

You have nothing to fear.

Some air will do you good.

Come.

I'm confused.

I don't know what to do
under the circumstances.

Personally, I'd lock myself in my
room and not come out until

the police arrived.

Can't we all stay together?

Separating might make
the killer's plans easier.

I agree.

It's possible,

but I'm not willing to continue
this reunion a minute longer.

This is horrible.

I've never felt so alone,

so cornered.

Don't be afraid.

We're together now

and besides, you...

What?

You seem to be the only one
worth the while to me now.

This scene disgusted me
from the beginning.

I don't think copying
famous paintings is a crime.

No one wants my originals

and I have to eat every day.

It isn't a crime being a
waitress either.

Although everyone might
think horrible things of me.

Would you believe me if I said

I was happy about
everything that's happened

only because I met you?

I love you, you know?

Do you think we'll get
out of this mess?

Now I believe it more than ever.

Until this is over no one
can feel safe.

Who will be the next victim?

Lisa?

Francis?

Or maybe you and I?

I understand your concern,

but we can only wait.

I don't think either you or I
have anything to fear.

The killer is preparing to escape.

Things have gone too far.

We can't stay here waiting.

Why?

We can't do anything.

I don't know how you can just sit
there entertaining yourself

with that nonsense.

And what do you want me to do?
I already told you it'd

be best to leave.

This matter could be our ruin.

I'm imagining the
newspaper headlines.

"Rich industrialist
mixed up in triple murder."

Cans of tuna stained in blood.

Obviously, no one would want
to eat that tuna.

Well, you never know. Maybe it'd
be magnificent advertising.

Don't spout nonsense.

By the way, you owe me
an explanation.

Me?

Yes, you.

What the hell were you doing
in the cellar with Harry Stephen?

Oh, dear.

I've explained it a
thousand times.

It was raining and we
took shelter there.

- Absolutely nothing happened.
- That's what you say.

Vulgar or not,

jealousy is very logical
when dealing with that scoundrel.

Don't speak about him like that
now that he's dead.

I don't give a damn.

Something happened between you.

You were very upset with
him that night.

You've better not done
something stupid.

How can you think
something like that?

Well...

Since you want to know,

he tried to come on to me
and logically I stopped him cold.

That ratbag!

What did you expect, man?
I'm still good looking.

It was wonderful.

It's like this is the first time
I've really loved anyone.

We've been a couple of idiots.

We should have known the
moment we met.

We would have spared
ourselves these hellish days.

Who cares now?

You're right.

And besides, I reaffirm
what I said to you the other day.

I won't leave this place
until I uncover the killer.

Have you learned something?

Not yet,

but I have some very clear ideas.

Wouldn't it be better
to forget this matter?

At least for a few moments,
don't you think, love?

Of course.

You know very well
I didn't ask to come for this.

What happened to my aunt
has left me baffled.

I need you to help me, Henry.

I urgently need to find out
who the killer is.

I don't think it'll be
long before he's caught.

It's obvious he feels cornered.

It's exasperating,

not being able to do anything.

And with the agony of not knowing
who the next victim will be.

My suspicions fall on two people

and I'm sure it must
be one of them.

Either Guillermo gills
or even if it may seem incredible,

your cousin Francis.

Francis is repulsive,

but I don't think him
capable of killing his mother.

I don't agree.

She tortured him continuously

and I've caught Francis many times
looking like he wanted to

snap her neck.

It'd be horrible.

Mom.

No, mom.

As you want, mom!

Go to hell, mom!

Nonsense, Henry.
Francis wouldn't hurt a fly.

But there's something I
don't understand.

Cecilia's death seemed to point at
her mysterious and

unknown ex-husband.

I don't understand what reason
gills could have to kill her.

I don't know,

but we'll find out.

Yes, mom.

Yes, mom.

No, mom.

As you want, mom!

You can't leave before
the police get here.

It'd be a foolishness
on your part.

You aren't anyone to
give me advice

or to ask me questions.

Of course, you can do
what you want.

I repeat once more,

everything's over between us.

Guillermo, I hope you
change your mind.

If you leave now
you become the prime suspect.

What do I care?

I have my reasons not to be here
when the police arrive.

- So... you?
- Don't be stupid!

It's not about that.

By the way, where have you
left my jacket?

Last night it was hung up
in the closet.

You haven't worn it these
last few days.

They must've taken it.

No matter, I'll leave without it.

- Please Guillermo, calm down.
- Don't try to get in my way.

You can't leave me here alone.

- I won't allow it.
- Don't touch me!

It's useless.

Is that you, Guillermo?

Guillermo?

If you're here to ask about the
car I can tell you it's

already fixed.

- I'll be leaving in 15 minutes.
- Ah, magnificent,

but first go see the lady.

Hey, you don't need to
take the keys.

I have orders that no
one must leave.

Don't be stupid and
give me the keys!

Henry, what's wrong?

Something horrible has happened.
Two new murders.

- It's not possible
- Mrs. gills.

They killed her savagely
with a knitting needle.

Elena discovered the body
in the bathroom,

and Ernest...

He's laid out in the garage.

They split his head with a wrench.

This will be our last reunion.

Though two more murders
have been committed

none of you have anything to fear.

The person we were
looking for has died as well.

Henry is about to
inform the police.

Two more murders, it's terrible.

It was Mr. gills.

Before escaping he killed
his own wife and the driver.

Before escaping?

Didn't you say he died?

He crashed the car
a few kilometers from here.

I always suspected him.

Me too.

And now that everything's
over I'd like to ask a favor,

and the same to all of you.

In the past few days
there's been an unveiling of,

let's call it dirty laundry,

and I'd like to...

I can assure you that everything
that's been said here

is as good as forgotten.

I hope the rest of you
are of the same opinion

of course.

I confess that in spite of
everything I don't

understand this story.

I suppose jealousy was the reason

Guillermo gills killed
his wife so sadistically.

But I don't understand the deaths
of Cecilia parolli or your aunt.

It isn't very clear for me either.

I hope the police can give me
an explanation.

There's a curious detail:

Mr. gills dedicated himself
to trafficking drugs.

The gardener was the
first to find out.

And Henry found some small bags
full of a white substance

in his wallet.

I wouldn't be surprised
if it was heroin.

Given his position it wouldn't
be hard to distribute it.

He must have been a small
scale operator.

Maybe Carlos discovered
Mr. gills activities

and it led to his murder.

Now I understand why
he was in such a rush to leave.

He didn't want to be caught

by the police while
carrying the drugs.

Yes.

It wouldn't have been easy to show

he committed the murders.

I think all our lives will be
different from now on.

- It's been a terrible experience.
- And you, Francis?

What do you plan to do now?

I don't know.

Mom's death...

Has disturbed me.

She never let me face things,

but I'll have to do something.

Lately our economic situation
was going from bad to worse.

The cars are ready.
Henry has done a good job.

I ask you to forgive me for
everything you've gone through.

It's already forgotten.

I think that seen from outside
it would have been exciting,

but one day after another...

I'll never go to another dinner
with 13 people at the table.

I'm grateful you've stayed
with me until the end.

The maids have left as well.

After what happened, no girl would
have stayed a minute longer.

And you, what will you do now?

Leave.

Henry will take me to the city
once I've closed the house up.

You've been very kind,

- in other circumstances...
- I understand.

And I'd like to apologize again.

Goodbye, Lisa.

Se sir a eee se

Let's go inside Henry,
I'm a little cold.

They've finally left.

And we'll do the same soon.

This has been like a nightmare.

Dear, have you thought
about where we'll go?

Not yet.

The apartment in London
has bad memories for me.

Perhaps a hotel in Paris for a
while would be the best solution.

Understand that a young widow

accompanied by her Butler
would make people wonder.

You're right, it's
best we separate.

By the way, there's something
I've kept from you

and I think you should know.

- A new crime?
- In a manner of speaking, yes.

Gills' death wasn't accidental.

I was afraid the
killer would escape

and I loosened the nuts
on the steering wheel.

Have you told the police?

Of course not.

You shouldn't have done it, Henry.

We can't take justice
into our own hands.

I did it all for you, Lisa,

to help you.

You'll never have to wear
those clothes again, my love.

Henry...

It was you.

You're Cecilia's husband.

Carlos' murderer!

- I can explain, Lisa.
- There's nothing to explain.

- I love you, Lisa.
- Don't come closer!

Everything I've done is for you,
to win your love.

- I've waited many years!
- You're a filthy killer!

It was you who killed Laura
so Guillermo would seem guilty.

I've been an idiot.

You've only been after my money,

- like with Cecilia.
- It's not true!

Hold it!
Don't try anything, Henry, I have

you in my sights,
move to the side.

Even though you nearly
fooled us all,

I can't congratulate you.

But seducing the lady of the house
and having the

suitcases full of money

isn't common in a Butler.

The end