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[footsteps thudding]

[shuffling]

[moans]

[moans]

[guns cocking]

[gunshots] [grunts]

[pants]

[gunshots]

[grunts]

[gunshots] [groans]

[shuffling]

[groans]

[grunts]

[sand shuffling]

[airy, atmospheric music]

Isn't it marvelous?

Every time I see this place,
it looks more beautiful than ever.

This is what I imagine
the Garden of Eden was like.

[chuckles] Eden?

Wasn't that where Cain killed Abel?

- Michael.
- Yes, Aunt Elizabeth?

Don't forget when we get there
to bring my rifle ashore.

What do you need your rifle for
on this kind of an island?

I thought I'd get in a little hunting.

[chuckles] That's too much to ask now.

[chuckles] There's nothing to hunt
this time of the year.

[waves crashing]

We're a bunch of idiots to come out here
to this rocky wilderness.

If you're not going to enjoy it,
why did you come?

Julia, I was forced to come along.
That's why.

[chuckles] You're unhappy because
you had to leave your lover behind?

Don't throw stones at me
with all your extramarital action.

[chuckles]

- Where are you going to moor?
- I'll drop anchor beneath the villa.

- What's the bottom like?
- Six fathoms below us.

The bottom is very good.
Very secure.

My voices tell me we are fools

and we have to put back to the mainland
before it's too late.

They are warning me.

They are saying, "Don't go to the island."

- Here goes Patricia.
- Now, I see.

I see blood.
Blood on the island.

It's spreading over everything.

Oh, something terrible
is going to happen to us.

Ice cold death.

We'll freeze our hearts
and our souls will descend

into the black abyss of eternal night.

Patricia, stop that.
Go below and rest a little.

Take it easy.

You don't hear anything,
but very soon, you'll all see death.

Death!

How do you enjoy
having a mad sister?

You should be more tolerant.

After all, you are my wife.

You frequently don't even
remember that fact,

except when you want.

[airy, atmospheric music]

I shouldn't have come here.
This place depresses me.

And I know that you're going to bore me
to death.

- We're only here for dad's sake.
- [sighs] Well, I know that.

All right, go ahead.

The whole trouble is your father.
What an old tyrant.

- Why don't you just shut up?
- Don't use that tone of voice with me.

Why is it that everything we do
is dependent on your father's wishes?

I hate you for that.

I loathe your father, Lawrence.

You should loathe him, too,
but you're such a damned hypocrite

that you'll never understand that.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that it's all his fault
that you're like you are.

And what am I like?

You're a rich man's son.
You haven't any spine or guts.

You've always found it very convenient
to have a husband like that.

Totally false.

You know perfectly well that in the
beginning, I wanted you to be different.

Oh, no, you didn't.

You never wanted that.

You've always only been interested
in the money.

Now you're being vulgar.

I've fought too long to make a man
out of you

and I think I deserve something
better than you and your father.

That doesn't authorize you
to do what you do.

I can only tell you
that you won't become a real man

until the day your father dies.

[scoffs] The day I become a real man,
it'll be all over for you.

You realize that, don't you?
[grunts]

[footsteps pattering]

[alcohol pours]

[footsteps pattering]

[sighs]

[seagulls squawking]

[footsteps]

There's still three hours of daylight.

- We'll have time to go to the beach.
- No, you go on.

I want to finish unpacking.
I might come down later.

[suitcase clattering]

What's this revolver doing
in your suitcase?

I've been carrying it with me

ever since those two hooligans
attacked me on the street.

I'm scared.

- But there are no hooligans on the island.
- You're right.

On this island, there are only gentlemen

who amuse themselves
getting at each other's throat.

What's the matter with you?

You're in a bitchy mood today, aren't you?

No, no.
I only feel like saying what I'm thinking.

In any case,
at least as long as we're on this island,

you won't need this.

[container clattering]

Have you noticed there's a lot of tension
between Michael and Lawrence?

There always was.

They've hated each other
ever since they've been children.

I don't think it's such a good idea
to make them live together

under the same roof.

Why not?
After all, they're brothers.

Yes, like Cain and Abel.

Strange...

Come on, come on. Let's go.
What are you looking for?

My diving suit.
I was sure I packed it.

Oh, it probably ended up
in someone else's room.

- We'll find it in the morning.
- You go on, I'll follow.

[footsteps pattering]

Patricia, what are you doing there?
Ready for a swim?

Do you hear it?

- Hear what?
- The birds crying.

What the hell do you think this island
is called the seagull island for?

But do you see any?
Where? Where?

They're not visible to the eye.

They're making that strange, shrieking cry
that's almost like a woman dying.

[sighs]

Seagulls are the spirits of people
who have died at sea.

It's a bad omen.

You always say such happy things.
[chuckles]

Come on, Patricia. Let's go.

There's almost a presence of evil
on this island.

This island
where there is nothing but death,

but you're all too blind to realize it.

Now stop that, Patricia, and hurry up.

I'm not coming.
I have a very bad headache.

- That's your headache.
- [groans]

Booze.

[foreboding orchestral music]

[seagulls squawking]

[seagulls squawking]

[groans]

[chains clattering]

[gunshot] [groans]

[water splashing]

[airy, atmospheric music]

[laughs]

[laughs]

Be careful, Michael.
Your father is watching.

Y'know, I couldn't find my diving suit.

If it doesn't turn up,
my holiday will be ruined.

You told me that,
apart from his money, you married him

because he gives you your freedom.

Yes, he does,
but he's perfectly capable of killing me.

And your wife, Carla

I know why it's so easy for you
to be unfaithful.

- She's frigid, isn't she?
- You're right.

We've two weeks to spend with her.

- And anything can happen in two weeks.
- [chuckles]

Just what do you mean by that?

I'll tell you when the time is right.

[airy music cont.]

I feel I could drink.
The swim made me cold.

The bar at the house is well-stocked.
A run would warm us up.

- What do you think?
- That's not a bad idea.

All right, let's go.

[scoffs]

Greta is trying to seduce
her own brother-in-law.

[chuckles] And Lawrence
doesn't do a thing to stop her.

[chuckles] Well,
he must be used to it by now. [Chuckles]

[chuckles]

[airy music cont.]

[giggles]

I'm right behind you.
Run! Hurry up!

[chuckles]

- [giggles] Sangria?
- No, thanks.

- [sighs]
- It's hot now.

- You want to go back to the water?
- Just a minute.

[soft, sultry music]

Are you out of your mind?

But Walter, we have two weeks
to spend on this silly island.

True.

- Shocked?
- No.

Your reputation
as a womanizer is spreading.

Is it true?

Are you afraid we'll be caught
and create a scandal?

[chuckles] You'll never change, Greta.

Is wanting to make love so bad?

For more than a year,
it's been my only pleasure in this life,

so why in the world should I change?

[sultry music cont.]

[moans]

[moans]

[moans] [sultry music cont.]

[moaning]

[moans]

[moans]

[moans]

We better get back,
we've been gone too long.

No. Please, no. Not right now.

Let's not go back yet.

[moaning]

[footsteps pattering]

[airy, atmospheric music]

[chuckles] [scoffs]

Again, the card of death.

Time and again, I always
get the Ace of Spades every time I play.

Oh, for God's sake, Patricia.

You have a real big complex
about death, haven't you?

Patricia is clairvoyant.

Since she was a little girl,
she's always been able to see the future.

Right now,
she's only managing to frighten us.

[balls clacking]

Carla.

Check.
You better guard your queen.

- Here, have a Scotch.
- No, thanks.

Take it.
It'll be good for you. Here.

Come on. You know I don't drink.

[chuckles] No alcohol, no cigarettes,

and no women, huh?

[laughter]

What's so funny?

We're talking
about your husband's abstinence.

I don't find that so very funny.

As a matter of fact, I consider
the subject extremely distasteful.

That is why you satisfy
certain desires elsewhere.

[bottles clanking]

- Lawrence, what's eating you now?
- He's been a little touchy lately.

Oh, is that so, father?
You should talk.

Or maybe you don't know the brutal fact

that someone's been sleeping
with your wife?

What do you mean?

Just what I said.

Now who's getting uptight?

Both of you should be ashamed of
yourselves.

You're always at
each other's throats.

Lawrence, you owe your father an apology.

He's your husband, but this time,
I swear I'll make him pay for that.

Please, Julia, don't take it so badly.

We all know the things you've done
in your life, so no need to be ridiculous.

But things have changed
since I'm married and you know it.

[scoffs] Yes, of course.

You used to do it for money,
now you do it for fun.

You know the old proverb: A book
may change cover, but never content.

You may be right, if you're an example.

- What are you doing?
- I'm mixing powdered milk.

Here, it'll make you sleep better.

This milk has a strange taste.

We can't find fresh milk on this island.

Aren't you coming to bed?

I'm not tired.

Where are you going?

To the living room
to listen to some music.

[moans]

- Are you happy that I came here?
- Yes.

Take this off.

What took you so long?

Your father was still awake,
so I gave him something to make him sleep.

- And Carla?
- Don't worry about her.

[moans]

[moans]

[soft orchestral music]

Turn down the lights.

[passionate moaning]

[moans]

Why do we have to see
each other in secret?

- Is there another solution?
- Yes, eliminate the obstacle.

There are two obstacles,
your husband and my wife.

Don't worry,
Carla doesn't count.

The problem is your father.

We'll have to think about it.

- Greta, don't go.
- What's the matter?

I know Walter's waiting for you.
Don't go.

Walter or someone else,
it's all the same.

No, it's not.

I'm asking you for one last time, Greta.

Please, don't go.

Lawrence, you're being ridiculous.

I forbid you.

I don't take orders from anyone.

At last.

Lucky I'm here.

Greta, what happened?

Something wrong?

My dear husband
just had a fit of jealousy.

You really can't imagine
what a state he was in.

I understand him.
It's the atmosphere on this island.

[soft orchestral music]

What do you mean?

Just that
there's a strange atmosphere here.

You mean
all those things Patricia's saying?

She sees blood and death everywhere.

No, my wife is only an alcoholic.

I think, in some ways,
Julia is the cause of all this tension.

- Julia? In what way?
- I don't know, really.

She's difficult to understand.

We know she married Robert for his money,

but I think she's carrying on
with Michael as well.

Just because she's sleeping around,
what's that got to do with it?

I wouldn't like to think they're planning
on doing away with Robert.

[moans] Come here.

[moans]

[moans]

[gasps]

Look.
It started moving just now.

Someone was there.
Maybe it was Lawrence.

[gasps] The light.

I'm scared, Walter. I'm scared.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid.
It's all right. [Shushes]

Just stay quiet.

[footsteps pattering]

[laughs] No, no. Don't jump.

- It's too hot.
- Yes.

- [laughs]
- [shouts]

- [laughs]
- [laughs]

All right, now move. Swim.
Come on, come on. Race me.

[laughter] [grunting]

Hurry, come on.
Faster, faster, faster.

You're swimming like a turtle.
[laughs] Faster.

[chuckles] Come on.
This way, that's it.

[laughs] Keep going.

This is the best
you've ever done, isn't it?

- Where is Julia?
- I have no idea.

Tell your brother
to stop flirting with Greta

and take better care of his wife.

[water splashing]

Come on, just a little more.

Right here.

[pants] You made it.

Raise your hand.

Help. Help! Help!

Help me!

- It's Carla. You think she's serious?
- I'm drowning!

Someone help me!

Help! Help me!

Help! Help!

Help me! Someone help!

I'm drowning!

Carla, always playing stupid games.

Help. I'm drowni...

In my opinion,
she's in difficulty, Walter.

Help!

Help me!

[dramatic orchestral music]

- Michael, something's wrong with Carla.
- No, you know her practical jokes.

She seemed terrified to me.

It's almost as if someone
were pulling her under.

Don't just stand there,
look for her.

- You're right.
- I'll go around.

You swim across.
[water splashing]

[dramatic orchestral music]

- She's not down here.
- I know, I can see the bottom.

Move further along, about 30 yards.
There's an underwater ledge.

- Lawrence, you look down here.
- Nothing.

Dive down.
Have a look below you.

You go around the other side.
Hurry.

It's deep here.

[water splashing]
[foreboding orchestral music]

- There's no sign of her.
- Maybe the current took her this way.

Come on.

[foreboding orchestral music]

I can't find her.

[water splashing]

God damn it. She's vanished.

Might as well call Michael in.

[foreboding orchestral music]
[moans]

We couldn't find her.

- You still think it's a joke?
- No, but she's such a strong swimmer.

Let's go to the yacht
and call the police on the ship's radio.

Good idea.

The yacht. Where's the yacht?

- Where could they have gone?
- Maybe they took it out to go fishing.

Without my permission? Idiots.

Take the motorboat
and go look for them.

[footsteps pattering]

Untie it.

[motor stuttering]

- What's the matter?
- I don't know.

Son of a bitch.

The spark plugs are missing.

[footsteps pattering]

I don't understand this at all.

- Someone must've taken them.
- Why would anyone do anything like that?

There's something strange about this.

The yacht disappearing,
the motor boat's engine tampered with.

Then there's that awful accident
Carla had,

her disappearance.

- Was it an accident?
- Now we're all prisoners here.

There's no possible way
to get off this island.

What I saw is true.
The blood is here.

We have to leave now.
We have to go.

[footsteps pattering]

Beach the boat.

[alcohol pouring]

Please, Julia,
I'd like to be alone tonight.

I'll only stay a moment.

- Can't get over Carla's death.
- It's better for us.

- There's nothing to be done.
- She was my wife.

You've only just remembered?

Thanks, anyway.

I didn't mean to offend you.
I'm sorry.

I'm upset.

- You're not the only one.
- Want something to drink?

Yes, thanks.
Scotch on the rocks.

Where were you this morning
when Carla disappeared?

Why do you ask?

There was a feeling that someone
had pulled Carla into the water.

What's going on in your mind?

Lawrence noticed
that you weren't on the beach.

That's absurd.

A spiteful insinuation.

And then, Carla was paranoiac.

She's pretended to commit suicide
several times.

Perhaps today, something went wrong.

Or even better,

Carla swam to the yacht, got on board.

Perhaps she was planning to spend
the night there as well to frighten us.

[chuckles] And so,

your wife is on the yacht,

together with the sailors.

[chuckles]

[screams]

I was dreaming about Charlie's death.

A terrible nightmare.
It was so real.

It's as if he was here in the room.

Water, please. Thank you.

I knew we were making a mistake.
We should never have brought her with us.

I said that she'll never forget
about Charlie.

This island is the last place
in the world she should be.

Who is this Charlie?
What are you talking about?

Well, there's not much of a story.

He was a sailor on the yacht.

He disappeared on the island
and no one ever saw him again.

[sobbing]

He probably fell off a cliff into the sea.

When did it happen?

[sobbing]

Almost 20 years ago.

Why is it that Aunt Elizabeth is still
so upset about something that happened

such a long time ago?

Well,
she's another case of the family secrets.

[sobs]

She has
a long history of mental breakdown.

[sobs]

[plaintive orchestral music]

No, not you. Not you. That's impossi...

[grunts]

Yes, I also saw
all the faces of the murderers...

- Stop it.
- -who killed Charlie.

That's enough.
It's best you try to sleep.

Michael, why is she talking
about murderers?

- Because she's a crazy old woman.
- No.

No, I am not! I am not crazy!

I am as sane as anyone here in this...

The light. Now what's happened?

I don't know.
The same thing happened last night.

I'm frightened.
Does someone have a lighter?

There's a butane lamp on the wall.

Don't move. Somebody's coming.

Oh, it's Lawrence. [Sighing]

Idiot. Why didn't you say something
instead of scaring us half to death?

[laughs] In my dream,
I also saw one of the murderers die.

[cackling]

Elizabeth is not feeling well.

We should give her something to calm down.

I have some tranquilizers in my room.
I'll go and get one.

[foreboding orchestral music]

[screams]

Julia! Julia, what's wrong?

What happened?

Dad.

He's dead.

There's nothing we can do.

He had a bad heart.

Above all, he had a young wife.

How can you say a thing like that?

Make him shut up, Michael.
I can't take it anymore.

You shut up.

He always used to drink a glass of milk
at bedtime with a sleeping pill.

That habit can be extremely dangerous.

Especially if the sleeping pills
were strong.

Are you insinuating that I poisoned him?

- Be careful, Lawrence.
- Why would I do a thing like that?

Because from this moment on,
you're a rich woman.

Yes, but I'm not the only one
who stands to gain here.

There's you, there's Michael,

and there's Patricia,

and this means that Walter can also
get his hands on a lot of money.

You know something?
You're damn right.

There are four of us here.

Yes, but who knows whether
all four of us will see the night through.

[laughs]

You will never believe me,

but I know, I know that the dead return.

[laughs]

A dead man's spirit

is able to enter into the body,

take charge of the living
while a person is sleeping

and force him to do what he wants.

It's so, so clear to me.

I see it all.

Our father was killed by one of us

while in a trance,
on the orders of the ghost

who wanders around this island.

There's no other explanation.

- She could be right.
- No, come on.

Julia was in that room.

She would have known it
if someone came in to kill him, I suppose.

That's where you're wrong.

Julia wasn't in their room.
She was in my room.

Stop it.

Come and look.

It's Aunt Elizabeth.

What is she doing?

Who knows it wasn't Elizabeth who did.

No one hated him more than she did.

We were in her room when he died.

I don't think it was a nightmare.

I think Elizabeth did it
to get our attention

as an alibi, because she'd already
murdered your father.

She would have killed him after 20 years
to avenge Charlie's death?

It's possible.

In that case, we'll be the next in line.

We were also here when Charlie died.

We'll follow her, perhaps we'll find out
what's happening on this damned island.

Let's go.

[eerie music]

- There she is! Going over those rocks.
- Let's not lose her.

She's down there.

[eerie music]

Why are you following me?
And all three of you?

Michael, Walter, Lawrence.

What do you want from me?

Why can't you leave
your crazy, old aunt in peace?

We want to know
what you're doing down here.

All right, there.

There should have been
a corpse right there.

- How did you know that?
- I saw it in the dream.

Who was the person
who should have been here?

- One of us?
- It was all confused.

A woman, I think.

As you can see, this time
your dream didn't come true.

It was true, look at her.

In front of me, I can see her so clearly.

There's so much blood
and her eyes are wide open.

Look, you can see her, too.

You see! It was true, my dream.

Take her away now.

Please, take away the eyes.
Please, close the eyes.

[distant scream]

[screams] Oh, no.

My God. Poor Patricia.

- She must have stumbled.
- What an accident.

Accident?
You call this an accident?

This is a murder.
It's the work of a madman.

Your father dies and there are four heirs.

Now that she is dead,
there are three of you left.

You, your brother and Julia.

There's logic in this madness.

There's madness yet...

Look, Charlie is up there.

It's you! Charlie, wait.

He's wearing the same clothes,
all covered with blood.

He was looking down at us.

He was there, I swear.

Charlie... he's come back
to avenge his death.

[sobbing]

[seagulls squawking]

Here, this will help you sleep.

It was an awful experience.

Shall we sleep soon?

Greta, do you think it was an accident?

No, any more than Carla's death
was an accident.

I think they were both murdered.

She could have meant to do it. A suicide.

No, she was following behind the others.

I think she was killed by Charlie.
I think he pushed her over the edge.

It's obvious.

Charlie has returned to the island
to take his revenge.

You do know the story behind Charlie...?

They told me the story
so I couldn't divorce Lawrence.

They murdered Charlie
because he and Aunt Elizabeth were in love

and Robert couldn't stand
his sister being with a common sailor.

Robert, Lawrence, Michael,
and even Walter

surprised him on the beach
one afternoon and killed him.

- All four of them did it?
- Yes.

One man can't speak against the other.

No one is permitted to leave the family.

You know that we're practically
never apart for any length of time,

living, breathing, eating,
even sleeping together.

You have to realize
that they're all crazy.

They're so rich and powerful
that they do whatever they want to do.

They believe they're above the law,
so that no matter what they do,

they'll never have to account for it.

They didn't want Charlie in the family
just because he was born poor,

so they murdered him,
savagely and cruelly,

in spite of Elizabeth's love for him.

It was 20 years
since poor Charlie was murdered.

It was 25.

Even assuming the ghost of Charlie
is real,

why should he begin with Patricia
and Carla for his revenge?

Who knows the explanation?

Unless he's making all the men responsible
suffer as long as possible

before he kills them by destroying
each one of us, one by one.

If they had gone out fishing,
they would have been back by now.

Remember, our motorboat
has been put out of action.

I think someone sent the yacht
away intentionally to trap us here.

What's that?

There's one thing for sure.

Someone or something is on this island
running around killing people.

- Sooner or later, it'll be one of us.
- You're right.

Yes, but three deaths
in the space of a few hours

doesn't make one bit of sense.

I don't know.
I think there's logic in these killings.

Let's say Julia drowned Carla
to get closer to Walter

and then she poisoned her husband
in cahoots with you.

- You are a bastard.
- No, let him continue. Go on.

Now, wait a minute. You calm down.

This is only an assumption.

Julia then pushed Patricia off the cliff

so that you
and she could split the inheritance.

Now, you must kill me.

We didn't see who killed Patricia.

Elizabeth said it was a ghost,

but it could have been
an accomplice of Elizabeth's.

If Elizabeth has an accomplice
on this island,

it couldn't be anyone else but Charlie.

Charlie's dead.
No one knows that better than we do.

I know what Walter's thinking.

Who's to say
that our friend Charlie's really dead?

When we buried him, he was alive.

- Do you remember?
- That's right.

[seagull squawking]

There's only one way to find out
and that's to dig him up.

[grunts]

Just look at what our supermen are up to.

He was just a poor sailor,
but he's frightening all of them to death.

I just hope he doesn't want
to include us in this affair.

- Are you sure this is the right place?
- Yes, I'm sure.

Well, we should have found him by now.

[ominous music]

I'm really beginning to think
that Charlie isn't dead,

that he and Elizabeth
have decided to kill off everyone.

Where did she disappear to?

We've dug down twice
as far as we buried him.

We're wasting time.

We better find Charlie, if he is alive,
before he gets to us.

[shovels clanking]

[creaking]

[door creaking]

[creaking]

[clicking]

[door creaking]

[screams]

Greta. Get a hold of yourself, Greta.

[sobbing]

Incredible.

It's the same figure that Elizabeth
said pushed Patricia off the cliff.

It must be Charlie.

The dead don't go around killing people.

- Take it away.
- Get it out of here.

Michael, bring a little cognac.

It could only have been Aunt Elizabeth
who hid it there.

I think she's enjoying the spectacle
of our being frightened to death.

I wonder how much dad left her?

[water splashes]

[wind blowing]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[gunshot] [screams]

[gunshot] [screams]

[gunshot] [screams]

[gasoline splashes]

[groans]

[screams]

[thunder rumbles]

Oh, Michael. I was hiding.

The thunder scared me so.
Where's Walter?

We found him on the beach.

- He's dead.
- No.

Julia, Julia.
Get her some water.

Julia. It's all right,

you're safe.

Here, drink this.

- Where's Greta?
- I don't know.

Maybe she's gone to bed.

You shouldn't have left her alone.

Greta.

Greta.

She's sound asleep.

Wake her up.

It's better we all stay together tonight.

[dramatic music]

Greta, wake up. Greta.

[dramatic music]

[screams]

[eerie music]

[gasps]

[coughs]

[eerie, suspenseful music]

[gasping]

[dramatic orchestral music]

[screams] [choking]

What do we do?
You want to leave her here?

No, let's take her
outside and bury her.

[screaming]

Oh, he's here. You wait.

- Who?
- You know, Charlie.

Yes, Charlie, Charlie.

He was outside just standing there,
immobile.

I know it was him.

You don't think so, huh?

Why not look for yourselves?

[tense music]

Now, are you convinced?

He's come back from the grave
to take his revenge

and you two men are
going to pay with your lives

for what you've done to him.

No, Michael, you don't think
you can kill a dead man with a rifle?

No, no, no. You can't kill
my Charlie for the second time.

[crying]

[wind howling]

[rifle cocking] [gunshot]

Michael, what happened?

I saw the ghost.

He was standing behind the curtain there.

I shot at it.

[laughs] You haven't much time left.

You'll never be able to escape from him.
[laughs]

Stop it, stop it.

It's just a macabre game,
a game that's got to finish.

Stop.

You look after Julia, I'm going after it.

[laughs]

[suspenseful music]

[rifle cocking]

[screams]

Julia?

[water running]

No...

Christ.

[dramatic music]

What do you want?

What are you doing this for? Why?

Please.

That thing outside is your daughter,
isn't it, Auntie?

The hour of reckoning comes to everyone.

Now, it's your turn. Understand?

Immediately after Charlie's death,

you took a trip around the world.

You took this trip because you didn't want
anyone to know you were pregnant

as a result of your love affair
with Charlie.

You were in Paris when the child was born.

You brought up a little cub in secret,
until it became a tiger.

Yes, she's my daughter.

And you'll get to see her.
She'll arrive in a minute.

Then you can watch me kill her.

No! Not my daughter!

Be fair. You would destroy me.

[gun cocking] No.

She's all that's left to me now.

This time, it won't be loaded with blanks.

Like Michael's
when he fired at your ghost daughter.

He didn't even make a hole in the curtain.

[sobbing]

Lawrence. Stay there.

The gun's loaded.
They're not blanks anymore.

He might kill you. [Cocking gun]

How did you find out it was me?

It couldn't have been
anybody else but you.

Yours is the only body
that's never been found.

It's true.

That day when I pretended
I was drowning,

I didn't swim away from you.

I merely swam underwater
toward the rocks, where I hid from you.

Below the house,
I watched your growing panic.

I felt for the first time in my life

a thrill, a joy that my vendetta
had begun at last.

What do you intend to do now?

How is it you've kept this secret
all these years?

It's a very long story.

I'm listening.

You've got the whole night to talk.

[water sloshing]

[footsteps pattering]

[footsteps pattering]

Okay, where are the spark plugs?

From the first, you knew
that it was Carla avenging us,

in that any moment you could be next,
but you did nothing to stop her

in spite of the risk. Why is that?

Seeing my relatives killed off
was a satisfaction worth any risk.

Where are those plugs hidden?

If you imagine we're going to take orders
from you, you're mistaken.

[cocking gun] The spark plugs.

They're hidden in a hole
in the rocks near here.

Do you want me to go?

[water sloshing]

[tense music]

[footsteps pattering]

[gunshots] Don't shoot her!

[screaming]

Let go of me.

[screams]

Please.

[gunshot]

[groans]

[tense music]

[groans]

[wind blowing]

[Carla gasps]

[gasps]

[gun cocking]

[gunshot blasts]

[grunts]

[gunshot]

[paper rustling]

[tense music]

[groans]

[tense music]

[Carla groans]

[wind whooshing]

[engine starting]

[explosion booming]

[cries]