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Today, I will give up cigarettes.

I will neither drink whiskey, nor take these pills.

They say it's bad for you to take both at the same time.

That should make Pier happy.

Do you know what I'm going to do tonight? I'm going to eat at a fish restaurant.

And I will call you from there, and tell you that I'm having dinner with somebody else.

Dominique is right. I should dress less like a decent lady.

Maybe I should loosen this a little.

The way you like it.

When you return tomorrow night, I won't let you make love right away.

I'll tell you that I'm in love with someone else, that we have to get a divorce...

...but we could still be friends.

Then, after you make a terrible scene...

I swear that this is absolutely my last one. I won't take another.

- What do you want? - You.

What do you want? Leave me alone!

It's no use, Minou, you can't escape me.

No, I'm not going to force you.

You will... you will have to beg me.

You will be begging me to take you.

On your knees.

On the ground.

If you want to know why your husband has sent you here, I can tell you.

If you try to tell me that my husband has a mistress, I will never believe you.

We are one.

Your husband doesn't cheat on you.

He's a murderer.

You can go now.

No, wait! Bye, Pier. Take care.

Thank you. Pour me another one.

Another beer, please.

Sit down.

Oh, my darling, thank God!

He pinned me down, and sat on me... with a knife.

Then, all of a sudden, he let me go.

If I understand you, nothing really happened.

He held you down, threatened you with a knife...

and then he disappeared like a ghost.

Look at what he did to my dress!

I ran into that bar because I didn't want to be alone.

I wanted to be around people.

He said...

he said that... Oh, my God!

What if he had killed me?

But all of a sudden...

he let me go.

But why didn't you inform the police right away?

- Let's go there now. - No, they just make you fill in forms.

Of course. It's up to you, darling. But we have to go back to town now.

Excuse me. Unfortunately, I have to make an urgent call to Munich.

I'm waiting downstairs

- Pier... - What is it?

- I'm sorry for making you come here. - Don't be, it's fine.

I had already postponed all meetings for today.

So we could spend the weekend together tomorrow.

But instead... you're attacked by Jack the Ripper.

- You're back on them? - No, it's an old bottle.

- Yes, an old bottle... Let's go. - Yes, yes.

If this maniac had done something, would you still want me?

That problem could have arose if you had told me: "Pier, I have a lover."

But why should I want you less because someone has assaulted and raped you?

- I'd still want you too. - Even if I would've been raped by a blonde?

Pier... please don't joke about this.

Today I learned how important you are for me.

Better late than never.

That was Pier on the phone. Pier will get here later.

- What? - I talked to Pier. He said, he'll be here later.

- I knew it. Always the same old story. - Don't get upset.

- What? - Don't get upset.

- Would you like a dance?

Look who's there!

- Who is she? - Minou, she's a friend. I'll introduce you.

Wait for me at the table. You come with me.

- Who is the most beautiful girl in the world? - You!

- No, you! - Giorgio, Pier's right-hand man. Dominique.

- Nice to meet you. - Pleasure.

- Alessandro. Minou and Giorgio. - Pleasure.

- Dance. - Dance with her.

With pleasure.

Come on, Dominique, throw. 100!

- 200! - I'll call.

Four kings!

Now don't make a throw like the poor Dubois.

Dubois? Jean Dubois? What did he do?

Don't you know?

They found him dead four days ago while you were at the sea.

Your husband doesn't cheat on you.

He's a murderer.

Wake up, Minou.

Murdered?

It wouldn't surprise me - everyone was wishing him the worst.

But no, Dubois died from a cerebral embolism.

Why don't we talk about something more cheerful?

- You're right.

- Want to dance?

FINANCIER DUBOIS FOUND DEAD IN HIS BED

"Similar diagnosis usually follow...

after severe accidents caused by prolonged deep immersion...

followed by rapid surfacing...

without allowing sufficient time for decompression.

A phenomenon that perplexes the medical doctors."

Prolonged deep immersion, followed by rapid surfacing...

A phenomenon that perplexes the medical doctors.

Prolonged deep immersion, followed by rapid surfacing...

A phenomenon that perplexes the medical doctors.

Have you read what they say?

I hate to be cynical, but he died at exactly the right moment.

He gave me a big loan.

But you have to pay it anyway. There might be heirs.

Naturally. They'll jump all over me.

Let's hope they'll contact us as late as possible.

- Pier... - What?

If something happened to you, please tell me.

No. At least nothing you need to bother your little head about.

By the way, I won't be home for dinner today.

I have a business lunch.

But we have so little time together.

Give me some more time, please.

You'll see that everything will change. I promise.

I understand.

- I'll go to Dominique. - Do you want to make me jealous?

Because she has no qualms about going to bed with someone?

But darling, Dominique likes everyone.

And you should know that all too well.

Weren't you with her before my beauty hit you like lightning?

That's certainly true.

- Order of the day:

5pm: After your visit at Dominique's...

come to my office to meet commissioner Poretti.

- No, Minou, you'll make me come late. - Yes, come late.

If that nag calls again, tell her that the furnishing will be ready at the 15th.

Remember them to give you the check.

Who? The photographer?

No, tell him I will call him back.

Ah, listen, I won't come in today.

Come on, relax. Is it still bothering you?

I can't see the problem.

A man suddenly jumps you in an isolated place...

It's basically a compliment on your sex appeal.

Then you either like him and stay with him, or you don't and reject him.

I wish something like this would happen to me.

But what did he say to you?

He told me he knew something that could harm Pier.

Don't tell me you're that gullible.

What should he know about Pier that everybody else wouldn't know?

- And have you seen him again? - No.

So why are you worried about it? You better don't tell Pier about it.

In the end, he might accuse you of having seduced him.

Yes, you're right. I'm far too gullible.

Let's go to my place. I have some new stuff I'd like to show you.

- For you.

What do you think?

Beautiful. Who took them?

A photographer, a new one. I don't know him that well.

I assure you, he's not too shabby for a weekend.

He performs well...

- But what if he sold them? - That would be great. What publicity!

There would be a queue at my door.

- Have a whiskey. - Gladly.

- Won't you have one too?

If it doesn't shock you, I have something even more interesting.

Take a look.

- Pornographic photos? - Have you never seen any?

There's good quality even in that genre.

Look.

Look at this one. And don't tell me you don't like them.

I thought this wasn't your thing.

I like it all. As long as it gives me pleasure.

- May I ask you something?

You and Pier... Tell me...

When you introduced me to him, you two were very friendly...

but how friendly?

- You want me to go into detail? - I'm sorry.

It's past history. Besides, he was never my type.

It was my fault, naturally.

I like a change from time to time.

What have you found? It's a pretty stupid one.

- How did you get this one? - How did I get this one?

I went to Copenhagen. They sell them in supermarkets there.

- Can I borrow it? - Of course. Take it, it's a gift.

As I was saying, signora, these things happen quite often.

Sexual deviants.

It was very wise to play along. Otherwise, it might have been dangerous.

Don't you worry, however. In general, they don't come back.

In any case, here is my telephone number.

- I hope it won't happen again. - Always at your service.

- Thank you. - Excuse me, but I have to run.

- And good luck for your business.

- I hope it all goes really smooth. - I hope so, too.

This way.

Signorina, where's Giorgio?

Good, send him in right away.

- Why are you so nervous? - I'm sorry, darling.

Is there something wrong? I'm your wife, I have a right to know.

I already told you, Minou, things don't work so well at the moment.

But I hope to recoup everything with the next season.

- They're putting pressure on me. - Who?

The creditors, the bank, the financiers...

People like Dubois?

I want you to explain something:

Why does this damned Dubois pop up every time we have a talk?

Because he's dead.

So let the dead rest, and think about us for a change.

Look at this.

These plans could revolutionise underwater breathing...

- but I can't get the financing. - Excuse me, Pier.

That gentleman from financing is here.

He doesn't want to accept the extension without talking to you personally.

- Tomorrow.

Excuse me, darling.

I'll see you tonight. We'll go out for dinner, just the two of us.

Very well.

- Giorgio, would you show her around? - Of course.

Give me signorina Dominique.

Yes, I understand, Giorgio, but...

I feel Pier's so nervous, troubled...

You know, Minou, this is a very difficult period for us.

I know. Pier told me that already.

That if that poor Dubois hadn't died so unexpectedly... goodbye company.

I shouldn't say this, but this death was a true salvation.

Dubois was a real loan shark.

- Excuse me, would you sign this? - One moment.

What's that in there?

The new compression chamber. Go in.

They're testing the new mixtures. I'll join you.

- And here.

- Good afternoon, signora.

- Where you at? - 15.

Very good.

Inside there's 15 atmospheres of pressure. Look.

It's as if this man is at a depth of 150 meters.

Your husband doesn't cheat on you.

He's a murderer.

Before he can get out of there again...

and back to normal pressure without risking his life...

he needs to make long stops at various intermediate pressures.

- It's very time-consuming. - And if he doesn't?

Then he would die from an embolism after a few minutes.

I love you, Minou.

I love you too, Pier.

Why don't you confide in me?

You're so distant, preoccupied.

Believe me, if anything happened to you...

Pier... I'll always be with you.

- Listen...

I want to ask you something: When you were at the beach...

Who could it be? It's almost 2am.

- Well, I'll go see. - Thank you.

- Hello? - Minou, remember me?

Now you know who your husband murdered.

You do know, don't you? Or do you still have doubts?

If you don't leave me alone I'll go to the police.

I wouldn't advice that.

Otherwise, I'd give the police a listen to this recording:

We should take him out of the compression chamber now.

He's turning blue.

- Are you sure nobody will suspect anything? - it will look like an embolism.

He was old, it happens.

You'll see, it will pass as a natural death.

Did you hear you husband's voice?

Tomorrow you'll go to the address I told you. Alone.

If not, I will report it.

You will enjoy it.

See you tomorrow.

Dominique? What did she want at this hour?

You know Dominique...

She was supposed to call at 11pm but she only remembered it now.

It's hopeless, she will never change.

- I'm not tired anymore. How about a drink?

Tomorrow you'll go to the address I told you. Alone.

If not, I will report it.

How much?

How much do I want? How much will you give me?

We should take him out of the compression chamber now.

This belonged to poor Dubois.

He used it to record his business conversations.

He sure didn't think he would ever record the voice of his own murderer.

Give me that recording. I have 1,000 dollars for you.

How did you get it?

I was at the right place at the right time.

Sit down.

You don't have any power over me. You just have a few coloured notes.

You didn't understand anything, Minou.

I'm the master of your soul, of your body.

You're insane.

I want what I like, and I will take it. Life is for pleasure.

Your husband is not insane, but he killed a man just because he owed him money.

You're not insane, but you came here to protect a murderer.

You who are not insane can only do abominable things.

And you do it to suffer.

I, however, do it for pleasure.

Let me go! And open that door now.

Alright, go if you want...

but your husband will go to prison for life.

You'll see, it'll be much more pleasant than you think.

Alright, I'm here. Do whatever you want.

Come on, do it! But afterwords, I want that recording.

So what?

Didn't you hear me? I said, I was ready!

No... Not like that, Minou.

You have to beg me, to plead for my touch...

to long to be mine, without shame.

Like a slave, like a whore.

Take off your coat.

On your knees!

Get down.

Undress.

Giovanni, is my wife back?

No, no, it's not important. Don't tell her I called.

Pier, what's wrong?

- I've never seen you like this. - I'm tired, Giorgio.

So far I held up, but I don't know how long I can go on like this.

Come on, we've survived worse times.

No matter. What were you looking at?

The Dubois file.

This morning, a letter arrived from the lawyer of the estate.

They're just as tough as the dead man.

That gives us time until the end of the month to pay.

We could ask for a payment by instalments.

They are the Dubois.

- Tell them we'll pay. - As you wish.

I'll be right there.

- Giorgio, wait here.

It's yours, you earned it.

Today you've learned things your husband could never teach you.

- Hello, darling.

- What did you do today? - I drove around with Dominique.

See that I was right, Pier?

I told you she would make up a story. How are you, dear?

Minou and I have prepared you a little surprise.

We had bad timing today...

but I don't think we should tell him beforehand, don't you agree?

And a bit of jealousy is always a good thing.

- They sent this over from your office. - Ah, good.

- Get me the telephone.

- Thank you, Dominique. - No problem.

But what did you do anyhow?

You look like you've been in a rough-house.

- You know, what happened to me today... - Tell me later.

Get dressed for dinner, I'll take care of Pier.

Fine, go if you want, but your husband will go to prison for life.

You have to beg me, to plead for my touch...

to long to be mine, without shame...

like a slave...

like a whore.

Undress.

And now... we'll uncork this bottle of champagne.

As if it was your birthday.

You're so funny!

What's wrong, Minou? What is it?

What happened, Minou?

Nothing, Pier. Nothing, nothing, nothing...

Don't leave me, Pier! Don't you ever leave me. Please!

Don't leave me!

Madam is still resting. I don't think I'm allowed to disturb her.

Give her this envelope. We'll see if she gets up.

- No, I'll close it. - Very well, signore.

I have all the negatives, of course.

- It's my profession. - Get out of this house.

You're my slave, and you do as I say.

Unless you want me to send these delightful photos to your husband.

Did you see the nice one in which we're kissing?

You're vile! You filthy, dirty coward!

When my husband finds out what you've done, he'll kill you!

It's hard for a husband to be proud of his wife...

if she thinks he's a murderer and consoles herself by going to bed with me.

Would you have possibly believed that your husband could kill a man for money?

It was just a trick. His voice imitated for the recorder.

I've never met Dubois.

I made it all up.

That's impossible!

This can't be true.

It's not true.

But why does it upset you so much?

I'm telling you the truth: You thought he was guilty, but he's not.

But you react this way?

Why did you do all this?

To have you.

- Of course, dear, I'll wait for you. - Who is it?

But no, come over now.

It's Minou. She better not find you here. Get dressed.

Exit by the service door. I'll be waiting for you tonight.

What's wrong? What happened?

So that he invented everything just to get you in bed.

We have to admit that he's earned it...

- Dominique, please... - Sorry, darling.

You're burning up.

I can still feel his hands on my skin, his wet mouth...

I washed myself a hundred times, but I still feel dirty.

But you did it to save Pier thinking he was guilty.

I don't know, I don't know anymore, Dominique.

I believed that man, you know?

I believed him right away and went to bed with him.

- Please get me something to drink. - Of course, dear.

You probably think you subconsciously wanted him? But no, Minou.

You had a more erotic adventure than usual, and you enjoyed it.

I didn't enjoy it. I did not enjoy it.

Come on, drink.

Listen, Minou, there are two kinds of people:

Those who need protection...

and those who give it.

I'm glad you came to me, very much so.

I've always counted on Pier, completely.

He's everything to me: Husband, lover, father.

And all of a sudden, everything changed.

I don't know what to do anymore.

We either convince that man to drop it, or we'll have to tell Pier.

No! I don't want Pier to know anything.

I already tried to offer him money. He threw it in my face.

He's only interested in his sick games.

- How much did you offer him? - $1,000.

- Is that all you got? - I don't know.

If I sell all my jewels... maybe $10,000.

Okay, I'll add another 10.

He's thrown $1,000 in your face. Let's see if he does the same with 20,000.

Everything has a price, even madness.

Take it.

No... I just can't accept it.

Pier's business isn't going well.

I don't know when I'll be able to pay you back.

I'm not making an investment. Go ahead, take it.

Why are you doing this, Dominique?

Did I ask you for anything? Don't cause yourself any more problems.

Come out.

Idiot.

You enjoyed it so much that you came back for more.

$20,000.

Give me the negatives. It's a nice sum, isn't it?

And I hope you will leave me alone forever.

"Forever"... What a serious word.

Give me the negatives!

You offer me $20,000 for my loss...

then you spit in my face.

Minou... if I had offered you $20,000 for your body...

- would you have come here? - You dirty bastard!

Would you have come here?

To kiss, to caress, to do everything?

Don't touch me! I hate you!

Would you come here for $20,000?

No, certainly not.

So how could you hope to buy yourself free for $20,000?

You already have what you wanted.

If you touch me one more time, I will kill you first and accuse you later.

When you were lying under my body...

you enjoyed it more than ever before in your life.

Minou... you like it so much that you're now starting to pay me.

You a son of a bitch!

Take your money and leave.

I'll give you three days to think about it.

If you haven't come back by then, your husband will receive these photographs.

He will finally see what you're able to do.

Three days. Remember it, Minou:

- Three days. - You pig!

Here, drink that.

And don't you get these ideas anymore. If Pier loves you, he'll understand.

How could I have believed that he killed Dubois?

Just like I believed that the blackmailer would take the $20,000.

Of course he could have accepted them and continued the extortion anyway.

I don't understand why he didn't. It's puzzling.

This man is insane. He doesn't think like others do.

Nobody can tell what he's up to next.

He's not stupid when he wants to set a trap.

- Anyway, you need to tell Pier everything. - How could I?

You're beautiful, Minou, he'll love you despite all that.

Stay with me when I tell him. I'm scared.

Of course.

It's better to tell him right away. Tonight.

Call him at the office.

Stay calm, Pier, and listen to me. Minou is right.

The death of Dubois, the recorder... You know she's very impressionable.

However, she did everything she could to get rid of that maniac.

After all, this situation of yours could have actually happened.

No, it couldn't have!

The woman I love can't possibly think that I'm capable of killing a man...

just because I owed him some money.

I believed it up to the point...

when she slept with another man in order to destroy the proof.

Of course he's lying!

Where are you going?

I'm leaving, Pier. You're right.

I love you, and I also loved you when I thought you have killed a man.

- But I have ruined everything. - Stop.

Don't go away. Sit down.

Commissioner Poretti, please.

It was here.

That's illegal...

but you will testify that we found it open.

- Are you sure it was here? - Yes! Of course it was here!

This place looks like it was abandoned a century ago.

Take her home. I'll make some inquiries.

See you tomorrow, signora.

- Pier... you do believe me? - I believe you...

Pier, look! Right here, there was a huge bed.

And here, there was a devil, a completely red one.

All red!

And here, there were lots of small white hands...

all attached to this.

But... you could be mistaken. It's all empty.

No! Why don't you believe me?

I told you that there was a huge bed here, and a red devil over there!

And here were these small white hands! I swear it!

Yes, but sometimes people have bad dreams.

Why don't you believe me? Why won't you believe what I told you?

- Alright, I believe you. - But...

But now we're going home.

Are you still taking those pills?

They are the only things that make me relaxed.

And they destroy your nerves.

It's also my fault. I upset you with my business worries.

Pier, I wish it was all just a nightmare, that I was losing my mind.

- You think that I am? - But no, you're just a little tired.

You need some rest, that's all.

Perhaps it was the wrong apartment, or you had the wrong address.

It was there, I assure you!

I don't know why it looked so different, but it was there.

Yes. Now let's go to sleep.

Do you still love me?

But of course. This hasn't changed anything.

Thank you. It's the only thing that really matters.

- Pier! Pier! There's someone here! - What?

- Someone's in the house! - Someone's in the house?

It doesn't work. They cut the lights!

It was probably just a blackout.

But I heard some noises and then the lights went out.

I'll have a look.

Come one, we'll make a search of the entire house.

- The noises came from the studio. - So let's go into the studio.

- I'm scared, Pier. - Give me your hand.

Look! Look, Pier!

Wait here.

- Don't I deserve a cognac after that fright? - Of course, I'll get you one.

- Look! He's here! - But where, who?

- Now he's gone! - He's gone?

- That man! He laughed! - What are you saying?

- That man! - But who?

- He was there, I swear it! - Now stop it, Minou!

- Pier, I swear it! - Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it, you're scaring me!

Relax now.

Breathe in.

Deeply-

How is your wife?

The doctor is with her. Have you found anything?

That apartment has been empty for a year now.

I thought so.

I'm terribly worried, Franco.

Last night she even saw that mysterious stalker at the window.

- Excuse me. - Ah yes, doctor, come in.

Franco, this is Dr. Thomas. Commissioner Poretti.

I've given her some drops to calm her down.

She suffers from a serious form of exhaustion.

I will have to hospitalise her to examine her thoroughly...

but for now it's important that she stops taking these pills.

Yes, I know, doctor.

I tried everything I could, but without luck.

She needs a change of air. A trip would do her good.

She would have to go alone, or with a friend. I don't have time.

Absolutely! Your wife needs you, she needs to be near you.

Even if she has consciously or unconsciously invented this persecution story...

she did it because of you. To attract your attention.

Perhaps you neglected her lately.

that's true, but...

I have my business, my company. At this moment...

Please stay with her.

In these cases, affection and love have more power than any medicine.

I don't know... I don't know anymore, Dominique.

I'm beginning to believe that I'm going mad...

that I've invented everything.

Come on, don't let yourself go, or you will wreck yourself.

Listen, I'll come over after I've finished work.

- You need to talk to a friend.

- I'll be waiting for you.

Thank you, professor. I'll keep you informed.

Please, it's very important.

Well, Pier, there's nothing more I can do.

It was a bad mistake to get the police involved, very bad.

I told you, three days.

- Three days!

- Pier! Come quickly! - Yes, just yell, Minou.

- I will kill you.

It's him! At the phone!

The time is 11:38.

Why won't you believe me? I swear it!

It was him who called! He said he wanted to kill me!

Pier, I didn't call the time service! Believe me, at least you!

- I just don't understand it. - That man who's pursuing you, signora...

what type is he? What does he look like?

What he looks like?

This is what he looks like!

I have a photo of him.

Here.

But it was right here! I'm sure it was!

I swear it, Pier, it was right here!

He took it! Why is it gone? It was here!

I put it there!

It was here!

Dominique... Call Dominique!

Call her! Call Dominique!

Yes, yes, you could say "pornographic", commissioner.

Everyone can look at what he wants in his own home, right?

- I think that's normal. - Yes, yes, but tell him!

You remember it. At your place...

when you gave me those pictures.

Honestly, I don't remember.

- Are you quite sure, Minou? - Dominique... but why?

Didn't you like my little dirty collection?

I would remember if she had asked me for a picture.

Commissioner, would you give me a light?

He's a murderer.

A photographer.

It's a gift.

Undress.

- Dominique! - It's my profession.

- Take it. - You pig!

You're welcome.

- Listen... we have to talk. - Come with me.

These photos will never arrive, Minou. They don't exist.

But they are my only hope, Pier.

They're the proof that I didn't dream it, that' I'm not crazy!

It was only a nightmare, a bad dream.

You've never been with another man. Isn't it better to think that way?

Very well, Pier, I will prove it.

Meanwhile, I'll take your rook.

Let it ring, we won't answer it.

No, it might be something important.

No, Giorgio, you have to try and arrange it alone.

- Pier, they're waiting for you. - Who's waiting for who?

But Pier, you set up this appointment.

At the Derby Hotel, don't you remember?

We'll have dinner with these two financiers who came by plane from Munich.

- What is it? - Wait a minute.

An appointment with the gentlemen from Munich.

I'm supposed to have dinner with them tonight.

It's fine, Pier. Go if you have to, I'll wait for you.

- You really don't mind?

- Alright, Giorgio, see you there.

They're not here yet. I told them we'd meet them at the bar.

- Do you the plans? - You have the plans, Pier.

- I have? - Yes, don't you remember?

I gave them to you yesterday.

- Yesterday? Are you sure?

You're right. I left them at home.

Entertain them. I'll be right back.

- Please, be quick.

- Excuse me, please. - We've been waiting for 30 minutes.

Yes, yes, he'll be right back.

You see? Now it works.

Want to call your husband?

Pier... you see?

I'm not crazy, that man exists!

Stay right there.

Of course he exists, I invented that man.

I directed his every move, every one of his words...

to drive you insane, and to make you commit suicide.

Unfortunately, this idiot enjoyed playing the maniac...

and wasn't capable of killing you.

That's not possible!

It can't be true!

They will find a woman killed by a beast...

and a beast killed by a loving husband.

Pier! stop!

One moment later, and that madman would have killed her.

Drop that weapon!

But Franco, I told you, I came here when...

I said, "drop that weapon"!

You got it all wrong, Franco, I told you that...

Madman...

Your call seemed incredible, signora.

Oh, my poor dear.

Call the others to check the scene and an ambulance.

- You remain at our disposal. - Very well, commissioner.

- Try to stay calm. - Will you come with me?

- As soon as I finished.

- Is it serious, doctor? - No, relax.

She lost a lot of blood, but one transfusion will be enough. Goodnight.

Take one from that side.

You know him?

Take another one.

- Care for a whiskey? - Double, if you please.

I need one.

- But how did you know what was happening? - I didn't know.

In the beginning I didn't pay much attention to Minou's strange change of behaviour...

and to her mysterious blackmailer.

Please leave! Out!

- Go, go! - Please continue.

I began to get suspicious when Giorgio mentioned to me...

that Pier had taken out life insurance on Minou...

Apparently for a lot of money.

I knew Pier well, and for money he would have killed his own mother.

Then, yesterday evening, after the story with that photo, all doubts vanished.

- The story with that photo? - That photo really existed.

It was Pier's only mistake not to remember that he gave it to me...

during one of our trips to Copenhagen.

There we met that man...

who apart from his photos also sold his personal services.

- His what? - Personal services.

And, to be quite honest, he was well-endowed, commissioner.

Commissioner, a phone call for you.

- Excuse me, do you have a cigarette?

No, impossible right now. I told you it's not possible!

- Do you have a light?

- I'll be at the station later on.

- Please, go on.

Only Minou, Pier and myself knew of that photo.

And he was the only one who could have wanted it to disappear.

After that I just waited for the right moment to call you.

A rather dangerous game.

If I wouldn't have done it like that, nobody would have believed me.

Is that professional jealousy, commissioner?

Nevertheless, I don't know how to thank you. You must be tired.

I'll have someone escort you.

One last thing, commissioner, I'm sure you wouldn't mind.

Instead of having me escorted by the sergeant...

could I be escorted by him?

- If you wish.

- Accompany the lady.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Out, out! Out with the photographers!

- How are you feeling now? - I've never felt better!

- I'll wait in the car.

The only thing I advise you is to stay off those pills.

Yes, don't worry. No pills, no whiskey.

Very good.

Don't worry about the company.

With the money from Pier's two life insurances, everything will be fine.

Please, let's talk about it later. I just want to rest now.

You're right, I'm sorry.

What shall we do now?

Listen, I have an idea: Why don't we go to my place?

Some stuff from Copenhagen arrived that I'd love to show you.