All language subtitles for Девушка в жёлтой пижаме (1977) BDRemux 1080p_track6_eng

THIS IS A TRUE STORY,

FILMED IN AUSTRALIA
WHERE THESE EVENTS OCCURRED.

ONLY THE CHARACTERS' NAMES
HAVE BEEN CHANGED.

THE PRODUCTION THANKS
SYDNEY POLICE

AND THE FORENSICS DEPARTMENT
FOR THEIR COOPERATION.

(Waves crashing)

(7 AMANDA LEAR: "Your Yellow Pyjama")

~ Like a child in the sun

~ How can I forget your smile

♪ As you played in the sand?

~ The sun on your body

~ Summer wind is so caressing

~ Because you're a woman

~ Empty beaches are enchanting

~ Because you're a woman

~ Loving free so exciting

~ Your yellow pyjama

♪ A thing that you wear

~ Your yellow pyjama

~ The perfume in your hair

~ The man that you really wanted

~ And who got away

~ And then came another

~ Didn't know the way to love her

~ And you want another

~ 'Cause you know it's now or never... ♪

I've decided I'm never ever gonna
go back to that rotten hairdresser.

From now on
I shall comb the children's hair.

You should just look at little Mary here
to see what a good job I do.

(Screams)

Kitty! Kitty.

What's wrong?

THE PYJAMA GIRL CASE

~ Because you're a woman

~ A woman with wants

♪ A feeling of freedom

~ So try to understand

~ What you ever really wanted

~ Was laughter and love

~ Because you're a woman

~ Tender words you're longing to hear

~ Because you're a woman

~ When he said that he was so near

~ Because you're a woman... ~

(Reporter on radio) 'Toyoui News.'

(Beeping)

'Striking postal workers
to be struck down.

"The Lusher enquiry
recommends legalized casinos.

"Drugs ruled out in Presley death.

"This is Richard Mason.

'Canberra: The Postal Commission
is going to stand down employees

'involved in the current mail dispute.

'Sydney: Legalized casinos have been
recommended for New South Wales.

"The recommendation
is made in the Lusher report

'into the possible legalization of casinos,

"which was tabled
in State Parliament today.

'In his report Mr. Lusher QC says
he favors club or restricted-type casinos

'rather than the lavish Las Vegas type...'

(Girl) Inspector!

Inspector!

Yes, what is it?

Inspector, you're wanted on the telephone.

Thank you.

(Radio) "...at a news conference
in Sydney this afternoon.

"The merger has produced
the largest union in New South Wales

"and one of the ten biggest
in the country.

"The new secretary of the combined union,
Barry Eagan, says one of their first moves

'will be to seek the deregistration...'

(Airplane passing overhead)

(I Music playing on radio)

Thanks, Danny.

Yeah.

- Yeah, it's me.
- (Turns music down)

Well, thank you, Morris.

What happened?

I'll be right over.

OK.

This one's gonna be difficult.

(Knocking on door)

(Man) What are you doing here, Timpson?

Well, I was just on my way home,
and I was passing by.

So I thought you know...
But if you want me to go, I'll...

No. You're here. You might as well stay.
Just close the door.

(Switch clicks)

Let him see her.

(Timpson) Who is she?

(Man 2) God knows.
The fingerprint check was negative.

She was shot in the throat,
and her head's been broken open

with a metal bar or stone.

And she was stuffed into that sack,
and set alight.

(Sniffs)

- What is it, Timpson?
- Look, Buckingham.

You need somebody who's on the ball.

Now who have you put on the case?

Taylor and Morris.

Now, look, Buckingham.
I wanna work again.

I'm standing around doing nothing,
but climbing up walls.

I mean, after all,
remember that case ten years ago

when that Chinaman
was knocked off at the docks.

Wait a second, will ya, Timpson?

Morris?

Oh, this is Buckingham.

OK, then get him. I'll wait.

- Look, this case needs someone like me.
- Timpson...

- I spent a lifetime digging up dirt.
- Timpson...

Timpson, please go
and enjoy your old age.

- Don't you remember? You're retired.
- (Sighs)

Times have changed.
The modern delinquent's a different breed.

And the chances are they're stoned,
and they're meaner.

Now don't take this to heart,
but age isn't on your side.

And God knows what you might run into
in a case of this kind.

Ah, Morris.

So what have you got?

(Morris) I'm on my way down right now.

Listen, I'll have something for you after
I've spoken to the kid who found her.

Yeah, I know the body's arrived.
I'll be with you as soon as I've finished.

OK.

Get this sent off
as quick as you can, Milly. It's urgent.

'Buckingham? Are you listening?

'I've got a theory.

'In my opinion...'

- (Typewriter keys clacking)
- The girl was raped before she was killed.

Obviously by some psychopath.

'Probably a man
with a castration complex.'

You see what I mean?

The kid's head is full of that crap
they teach you in college.

Stuff about analysis and psychoanalysis,
sexual deviation and all that. Shit!

- Oh, Timpson, lay off, will you?
- Come on!

- You know I could...
- All right, all right!

If you want to work on the case,
I won't stop you,

but remember that Taylor
is officially in charge.

So I'm still working, right?

Unofficially.
And don't expect to get paid for it.

- You're working on your own time.
- I understand.

- Don't go getting yourself into trouble.
- Don't worry.

- If you need help, ask for it.
- Thank you.

(Timpson whistling)

What were you doing on the beach?

Just playing.

Well?

Well, what?

(Timpson clears throat)

- Who's he?
- The boy who found the body.

Ah, well, thanks for calling me.

Hey now!
Between you and me I didn't call anyone.

Thanks, anyway.

Have you seen my panties?
They're not here.

(She sighs)

- Did you look under the cover?
- They must be here somewhere.

I bet you're one of those guys
who keeps a girl's underwear as a trophy.

(She sighs)

What a mess you've made.

Don't worry about it. I'll put everything back
into place before I leave.

Ah, here they are.

You were sitting on them.

(Gasps) This is where we started.

So you're going to work that way.

No panties.

Does it bother you?

The few times I've seen you,
you've always had them on.

They weren't easy to get off.

Oh!

Yesterday at the clinic
they told me that you telephoned twice.

You knew you were gonna see me today.

Now what did you have to tell me
that was so important?

Oh, it wasn't important. Forget it.

Henry, you're someone who knows
a lot of important people, right?

- Do you know anyone in the police?
- Why?

Do you need somebody
who can renew the visa in your passport?

No, nothing like that.

This inspector left a message at my house,
asking me to telephone him.

I wonder what it's about.

So telephone him.
If you need anything, be sure to call me.

I know the assistant director of the
foreign section of the police department.

A member of my club.

- (Chuckles)
- You can see I really have influence.

Hmm. I bet.

Anyway, Inspector, my...

My department has run tests
on these two exhibits,

and we've determined that the pyjamas
are of Japanese manufacture.

You can get them from Woolworths,
or at any one of the large stores.

They cost from 10.50 on up,
depending on the size.

My little niece has got the same set.

The only difference being hers are pink,
and these are yellow, Inspector.

- And the sack?
- It had once contained rice.

There were some grains in the stitching.
I also informed Inspector Timpson.

Dammit, what the hell does Timpson
have to do with it?

How many times do I have to tell you?
I'm the one in charge of this case!

But I thought he was to have a free hand
to do what he wants.

- Did you give the stuff to Watson?
- Ah...

- Timpson took it with him.
- What?

What interested him the most
was the sack.

Did he take the body, too?

No, Inspector! Of course not!

Do you think I'd have given him
my permission to do that?

(Taylor) The way things are going,
I've a good mind to give up this case.

Don't you see the way
he sneaks around conning information?

Yeah, but it's the only thing
he's ever done.

- He's a natural cop.
- Who gives a damn?

Why doesn't he go back to Canada
where he bloody well belongs?

I'm sorry. I know he's your friend, but...

He's past it. His methods are out of date.

Do your best to understand.

Or Timpson's looked upon
as some kind of institution.

- He oughta be put out to grass.
- The chief couldn't get rid of him.

- (Taylor) Ball breaker.
- He didn't have the heart to.

How's your new job on the ferry?

- Why do you ask?
- Just curious.

You're thinking of offering me a job
in your clinic?

I prefer to work out in the open.

It's more fun.

Oh, I didn't tell you
what happened with the police.

They just wanted some information.

- What about?
- Evelyn.

I think they thought
there was something between us.

I kept telling you that Evelyn
was in love with you, not me.

I kind of doubt that,

but come to think of it,
you're not all wrong.

You never realized that?

That you're not all wrong?

Seriously,
every so often she would ask me,

if she could stay over,
as if she was scared to go home alone.

I don't know.

(Thunder crashing)

'I remember on one evening
I told her to stay.

"There was this terrible thunderstorm
with rain like I never saw before.'

(~ Music over dialogue)

(Thunder crashing)

That was really the only occasion
when she behaved strangely.

It never happened again.

(Waves lapping)

(Gunshots)

- Good morning, Inspector.
- No, go on. Go on.

I like to watch good shooting.

Ah...

I need some help.

The body of the girl
who was found on the beach.

Was it in one of these cars?

Yeah. Uh... It was in the black Sedan.

Do you know
who dumped those wrecks?

Quint did. The police
have been after him for years about it.

- What do you know about him?
- Not much.

He lives on the beach.

He has a beard.

And he prefers his own company.

I promise you neither one of us
was about to touch the body.

I was scared.

All wanted to do was get off the beach.

I picked up my sister and ran like hell.

Until a car stopped to pick us up.

(Dog barking)

Hey, w-w-what are you doing?

You can't just walk in here
like, like you own the place?

W-W-What do you want?

We wanna ask you some questions.

- Questions? What do you mean questions?
- (Smacks lips)

- (Meows)
- (Taylor) Your name Quint?

Yeah.

Well, just to put your mind at ease,
we're the, uh, police.

W-well, I ain't done nothing wrong.

Nobody can tell me
what to do in my own place. I know that.

I know that. I ain't broken no laws.

What do you want?

We want some information about the girl
who was found dead down on the beach.

- I don't know nothing about it.
- You heard about it, though, didn't you?

I said I don't know nothing about it.

The body was found in one
of those old cars you dumped on the beach.

Don't you know that's against the law?

I dumped 'em there
'cause they was blocking the road.

Next time I'll do like everyone else.

I'll mind my own frigging business!

Now you don't wanna go to jail for it,
so be sensible.

You must know something since you live
so near to where she was found.

I don't live near to anything!

- Didn't you see anything?
- No. I never see nothing.

I should think
you'd have quite an eyeful around here.

What are you doing? You got
to have a warrant. I know my rights!

- Listen!
- Ah, leave him alone.

He's a gentleman who knows everything.

OK. If you wanna be like that about it,
have it your own way.

I won't bother
to ask you any more questions.

Not here, anyway. We'll continue this
down at headquarters tomorrow afternoon.

And make sure you're there. If you're not,
I'll come and get you myself.

Are you staying?

Now why should I wanna stay?

(Door closes)

Have a good time. (Smacks lips)

(Blasting, rumbling)

Roy! Hey!

You'd better go on upstairs.

You're not allowed to come down here.

You're not allowed down here!

It's four o'clock!

How can you stand the heat?

I'd go mad.

You get used to it.

It's like an oven in here, too.

Well, maybe I won't be here
much longer.

I got a line on this import business.

- Emmy, Margie...
- Maybe I get a job with them.

- They have women working here, as well?
- Women?

You pay them a compliment
if you call them that.

Do you know what the boys say about you?
That you're a great piece of Dutch ass.

And Antonio, you know he blushes
every time I mention your name.

He's sweet.

- He really likes you.
- Really? (Chuckles)

Yeah.

Oh, can't you wait until later?

No, please.

Come on, baby.

No, Roy, please.
Someone might walk in.

No one's gonna walk in.

(Crowd cheering on TV)

(Presenter) 'Good day. Great number.
Great number.

'Hey, would somebody help
that guy up the stairs?”

'She always does.
She was, but was I good?"

Enjoying the show? (Chuckles)

You've hidden my panties, haven't you?

- They're on the other side.
- I knew it.

I always end up looking for them.

- (Chuckles)
- Hmm.

- Roy, stop that.
- No, no, no.

- Why not?
- No, no!

- Don't you ever get tired of making love?
- No. Never.

(Chuckles)

- I'm not past it like what's-his-name.
- Who's that?

Your doctor friend.

I saw you in his Jaguar yesterday.

(Chuckles) You'll give him a heart attack
one of these times.

Linda, Linda.

- Sorry. I won't talk about him again.
- Forget it...

I didn't mean to upset you.
Come on, Linda. I said I'm sorry.

- You don't know the first thing about it!
- But, Linda, I'm not jealous.

I introduced you to...

- I introduced you to Antonio, didn't I?
- Let me go!

Will you stop and listen?

(Antonio) Saturdays and Sundays,
I don't know what happens.

Everyone disappears.

Antonio, why do you like
to come up here?

I always do on my days off.

I like looking at the sea.
It reminds me of Italy.

I never know what to do on weekends.

I guess it is easier for a girl.

Hey, tell me something.

How do you know Roy?
Where did you meet him?

I don't know. I don't remember.

Don't tell me you're jealous.

Oh, yes. You're Italian.

- (Chuckles)
- Huh?

Are you engaged?

(She chuckles)

- Married?
- Yes.

And...

...do you have...

...any...

...children?

Three.

Ah, are you happy, then?

Yes.

Are you telling the truth, Linda?

Not a word. (Chuckles)

(Both laughing)

Unfortunately!

(Officer) Now the other one.

- Hi, Morris.

Where'd you find them?

Out at Quint's place.

- All of them?
- Yeah.

The chief's upstairs looking for you.
What shall I tell him?

That I'm out conducting the investigation,

and we're expecting
a break in the case anytime.

(Snorts) Did you get the list
from immigration

of all the foreigners on a limited visa?

- Yeah.
- Well?

I did the best I could.

- OK. I'll see you later.
- Uh, Brian, just a minute.

The bullet came from a Colt .38.

American military issue.
Recent model.

The bullet's got
a distinctive groove on it.

(Rattling)

Hey, who's the boss around here?

The guy with the long hair.

- With the long hair?
- Yeah, with the long hair, right.

Hey, come here.

I'm from the police.
I wonder if you could help me.

Do you handle this kind of rice here?

No, we don't package this kind of rice.
It's a kind that comes from the Orient.

You should try places
like the Chinese restaurants,

and maybe hotels in the center of town.

- We only handle European rice.
- All right.

One more thing.

Do you ever pack rice in stuff like this?

No. Not in jute, no.
Now we use plastic bags.

- We modernized.
- Ah.

Thanks.

- Antonio.
-Yes?

Your friend's arrived. Look.

Ah, the inspector.

- Good morning, Inspector.
- Ciao, Antonio.

- Can I take your order?
- Why don't you choose for me?

- Something light, huh.
- OK.

- Antonio?
- Yes.

I brought you those Italian books
you wanted. By Moravia.

Thank you, Inspector.

As soon as I've finished,
I'll return them to you.

No, you can keep them. They're for you.

- My Italian's not up to it.
- Thank you.

In the old days a policeman
didn't sit with his back to the window.

Some hoodlum could get it into his head
to shoot you as he goes by in his car.

You know?

Well, I see you're in a good mood today.

I suppose you read the papers.
The chief blew his stack about it.

Morris tells me you're still searching
for the suspect among the sex maniacs.

And that your prime suspect
is still this man...

...what's-his-name...

...Quint.

Oh, no, and he's not the only suspect.

We're still checking missing persons,

and we've put out
a bulletin on TV and radio.

Huh!

You're never gonna find out who
the Killer is until you find out who the girl is.

You've got to let her body be seen
by as many people as you can.

I know. In fact, I have an idea for that.

- What?
- Oh, you'll like it.

Are you going to have anything?

Yes, some rice.
I'd like some rice, please.

- Italian style, sir?
- Yes, almost raw.

What idea?

Uh, I told the chief about it,
and he liked it.

But he can't, uh, go ahead with it,

because we need permission
from the church or something.

Anyway, right now he's seeing the Governor
about getting special authorization.

Oh, yes,
I got the medical report by the way.

I know. I read it.

The fact that the girl was screwed
means nothing to me.

But there's more to it than that.

She was raped.
By more than one guy.

And if you ask me,
they're the ones who killed her.

They were most likely drugged.

The killer did that to the body,
because he was frightened.

In fact, he was probably more scared
than the girl herself.

Possibly she knew him. Or her.

I don't exclude the fact
that the killer could be a woman.

Of course,
that's just the opinion of an old cop.

Retired. A volunteer.

Who went into the lab
and walked off with some of the evidence,

without asking me!

The rice.

The rice that was
in the lining of that sack.

Oh, come on!

A few grains of rice?

I don't even know what I did with them.
I don't know where I put them.

I haven't got the foggiest idea.

Nothing. I don't know.

Excuse me, sir.
Police. Inspector Timpson.

What can I do for you?

Today I had lunch
at a table next to the window.

- Yes.
- And I was served this rice.

I want you to tell me where you buy it.

Chang, come here a second.

Do you know where we buy this rice?

(Clicks tongue, speaks Chinese)

(Sighs)

It's usually used in Chinese restaurants.

Or you could try the Greek,
or the Turkish ones.

They use it for shish kebab.

(Inaudible dialogue)

Are you really going to treat me
to a meal, as well?

Where did you park the car?

Uh, down there in the parking lot.

Uh, I'm using the restaurant's car.

Oh, if I find one to buy for myself
at the right price, I will.

- Tomorrow is on me, OK?
- Yes.

I'm starving.

(~ AMANDA LEAR: "Look At Her Dancing")

~ Look at her dancing

~ Just look at her dancing

~ Flaunting her charms away

~ Look at her smiling

~ Oh, she's so inviting

~ Throwing her life away

~ Look at her dancing

~ Oh, look at her dancing

~ With men round her night and day

~ Look at her laughing

~ She's sexy but mean

~ Yet she likes to make them pay

~ On the street corner

~ She's selling her favors

~ She has no shame at all

~ Where will you be soon?

~ In a lonely room, man... ~

One steak, rare.

- I saw your Italian. He's all right.
- Think so?

But what about your doctor friend?
Don't tell me you've jilted him.

I read he's bought
another clinic in Albury.

~ Look at her mincing

~ You're sexy but mean

~ Oh, when will you get it right?

~ You think you're cool, don't you?

~ But you're so cruel, aren't you?

~ It's fun to hurt the boy

~ Right from the start, girl

~ You were so smart, girl

~ You thought you'd have a ball

~ But you live so long now

~ Between right and wrong

~ That you just can't tell them apart ~

Are you tired, hm?

~ You thought you were winning
but you have been losing

~ And look at your dancing now ~

~ La la, la, la, lad

I noticed
that when you're serving at the tables...

...the men keep looking at you.

~ La, la, la, la, la

~ La, la, la, la, la, la

~ La, la, la, la, la, la

~ La, la, la, la, la, la

~ La, la, la, la, la, la

~ La, la, la, la, la, la

~ Look at yourself, girl... ~

- Have you gone crazy?
- Why? Because I wanna marry you?

- But what's wrong with the way we are?
- Nothing, but I want to marry you.

You are crazy and I love you!

(Timpson) How long
can she be preserved like this?

For months if it's necessary.

The body has been injected
with a special formula.

In other words, she's embalmed?

Um, I wouldn't say that, no.

(Man) Inspector Taylor said he had a stroke
of genius when he came up with the idea.

Now a lot of people will be able
to see her and from every angle, too.

(Timpson) I suppose
you'll be charging admission?

(Man) Good heavens, no, Inspector!
It'll be free.

Of course, they sewed her arm back on,

Now that they're filling the bath
with formaldehyde, she might even float.

(Timpson) Well, I guess I'd float, too,
if I was in there with her.

Do you realize
I suggested to Inspector Taylor

it'd be a good idea
to show her with her pyjamas on?

He said they were too common,
and that they wouldn't help.

My niece has a pair exactly the same.

Well, not exactly the same.

Hers are pink. What's that?

Ah?

Oh, nothing. Just a piece of paper.

Hm.

(Formaldehyde pouring)

Thank you.

Anybody around?

Anybody here?

You don't have to shout.

I'm here.
Something wrong with your eyes?

Do you still use these kind of tag
in your laundry?

According to the number on this,
it belongs to some area around here.

No. It's not one of mine.

Do you know any laundry
that still uses this sort of tag?

Uh, the non-union sweatshop
down at the docks.

(Steam hissing)

Jesus Christ,
what's going on around here?

Steam pipe broke,
and we didn't get around to fixing it, yet.

I've been told
that this is one of your numbers.

Yeah. What of it? Who are you?

Police.

Now do you remember at any time recently
washing a pair of yellow pyjamas?

For a girl about, oh, 20 years old?

Maybe blonde?

Yellow pyjamas?

I will ask my wife.

(Dog barking)

Shut up, dog!

- Shut up!
- (Whimpers)

Shit.

Inspector.

Inspector, it seems you're lucky.

My wife thinks she remembers.

A young girl came here not very long ago
with a pair of yellow pyjamas.

She remembers because she was
with a tough-looking young man.

- She thinks they live at the new center.
- I would like to talk to your wife.

She's giving our nephew a bath.

You'll have to come back later.

Oh, you have a nephew?

It's very nice to have a nephew.

(Screaming)

'Good luck.'

And now that you're married,
are you happy?

Nothing's really changed much.

Two lonely people together
are worse than one.

You're not exactly ecstatic.

What's your husband like?

Did you meet him on the boat?

Uh-huh. At a football game.

Ah, a sporty type.

Does he play?

He's an Italian.

You were gone a long time.
Did you enjoy yourself?

You're cartooning.

Every day in a convention,
if you can call that fun.

I even visited your city, Haarlem,

but I never saw a single tulip.

Much less a windmill.

I bet you went to Amsterdam,
and saw the street where the whores live.

As a matter of fact...

...she had a place there.

Who did? What are you talking about?

A girl who looked just like you.

Could be your double.

You won't believe me,
her name was even Linda.

(7 AMANDA LEAR: "Your Yellow Pyjama")

~ Trying to remember ~

Wait a minute. Where are you going?

Don't be silly.

I was only joking.

Linda, come back here.

Come on. Don't be foolish.

Come on.

Don't tell me you're gonna walk back.

~ The sun on your body

~ Summer wind is so caressing

~ Because you're a woman

~ And the beaches are enchanting ~

- Vodka and ginger ale.
- Thanks.

~ Loving free so exciting ~

What would you have done
if I hadn't come up?

(Chuckles) I was sure that you would come.

You know what? In bed we go
as good together as wurstel and kraut.

But not any longer.

- You mean because of Antonio?
- Mm-hm.

(Laughs)

What do you want from me, sweetheart?
If you were happy with your husband,

Right?

You wouldn't go running to good old Roy,
who knows what you want.

~ Didn't know the way to love her ~

- (Roy) Come here.
- No. Turn the light back on. Please.

~ 'Cause you know it's now or never... ♪

(Door opens, closes)

Ciao.

Your boss called looking for you.
Where did you get the flowers?

They'll liven the place up.

I bought them.

Your boat got back this morning.

What did you do all day?

I did a shift on another boat.

What boat?

Look, if you don't believe me,
ask your friend, Roy.

- What's Roy got to do with it?
- He was there, too.

- Was he alone?
- No, he had a woman with him.

I bet you she was a prostitute. (Chuckles)

Maybe.
She never said she was anything else.

My name is Patricia Dorsey.

It was originally Clark.

The girl that was killed is my daughter.

It's disgusting the way
you've put her on show!

All those people are convinced

that the dead girl is their daughter,
their sister, their niece.

Every day somebody comes here
and identifies her.

And some even bring proof.

I'm sorry for them. But she's Anna.

Anna Philomena, my only daughter.

Poor darling.

Please, Mrs. Dorsey,
don't upset yourself.

- Sit down, won't you?
- Thank you.

How do you know she's your daughter?

Here's a photograph of her. My Anna.

You can check if you like.

She had a scar on her left thigh.

And two brown moles in her armpit.

And then the silver ring
she wore on her finger

used to be kept in place
by another one just like it, but in gold.

You must have noticed the suntan mark.

Obviously, she'd been wearing two rings.

The other one, the gold one, I have.

Tell me, Mrs. Dorsey,
how old was Anna?

She would have been 23.

On the 17th of next May.

She was born in 1955.

She'd only just had some work done
on one or two of her teeth, my poor baby.

Morris, can you come down a minute?

- Maybe we've got something.
- (Sobs)

(Footsteps)

(Baby crying)

(Baby crying continues)

Excuse, my dear,

but you know if I don't take a bath, twice
a day, I become absolutely hysterical.

(Giggles)

I simply adore birds. Don't hit your head
on the cages now. It scares them.

-They're a passion of mine.
- About your wife.

Oh, yes, I married,
uh, Patricia Clark in '57.

No, '68 to get my residency.

Everybody was doing it at the time.

It saved such a lot of beastly paperwork.

What about this daughter, Mr. Dorsey?

Oh, yes. She'd already had her
long before we were married.

(Whistles)

And that poor dead girl

that you've been showing
in such bad taste

I had to have four baths the day
I heard about it

is not Patricia's daughter.

(Whimpers)

Anna really lives in Europe.

She's in France, I think.

One of my best friends, he's an antique
dealer, saw her last summer. Hmm.

Now where was it he said he saw her?

Of course, in Paris.

(Birds chirping)

After we were married, you know,

Patricia insisted I take out a life
insurance policy on Anna Philomena.

I really think that she always hoped
her daughter would disappear,

so she could collect on it.

Wouldn't you be
more comfortable sitting over here?

Uh, no, thank you.
I rather like this chair here.

And I have a nice light here, too.

- A spot of tea?
- No, thank you.

Now what kind of relationship
did Anna have with her mother?

Oh, the whole wide world
knew they loathed each other.

Um, that viper, Patricia,
the minute she heard about your thing,

that-that... that unrecognizable body,

she rushed over there to look at it.

If she can prove it's Anna,

she rakes in $100,000 from
the insurance company and that's that.

(Chuckles)

- Do you...
- Remember that big plane crash

in the Azores last year?

That bitch, Patricia,
flew right over there

to see if she could recognize
her daughter's body among the victims.

She tried her little fraud there,
but it didn't work.

Do you think this insurance policy
is still in effect, Mr. Dorsey?

It's all up to date.

It's the, um, uh...
Security Central Company.

I mean...
Central Security Company, I mean.

I'd bet my balls on it.

Well, you wouldn't be risking much.

- Anyway...
- Alex!

Where have you been all this time?

Why didn't you call me, you naughty boy?

You like to think I'm suffering,
don't you?

(Chirping)

(Woman) I'm sick and tired
of you spying on me, you understand?

Now go do your homework and don't ever
let me catch you reading this crap again!

Get out of here
before I beat the shit out of you!

(Door slams shut)

Well, are you gonna tell me
what you want or do I have to guess?

We're trying to gather information on a
next-door neighbor of yours, Edward Quint.

Quint? Never heard of him.

That's rather strange.

You went to his house last night
around midnight.

Huh! I went to his house?

Listen, sweetheart, I sleep at night.
My days of glory are over. Excuse me.

I'm sorry. I have to disagree with you.

But you entered Quint's house
at 11 o'clock.

- And then you left again at 1:22.
- 'Cause it's written down, it's true, huh?

I find it untrue that you should deny
even knowing Quint.

Now then, you listen, honey,

if I decide that I want to go out a night,
then it's my concern and no one else"s.

Perhaps neither of you have noticed
that I'm no longer a teenager.

Ah, that's good.

That means when we eventually ask you
to come down to police headquarters,

you won't have
to come with your mama, will you?

Hm.

Hey! Psst!

She's over here, Inspector.

(Taylor) Well? What do you want?

In case you're interested,
he gave this to her last night. Quint did.

He's such a creep.

Everybody knows that.

You know, once he said if I took off
all my clothes, he'd give me $5.

(Morris) There are still
some traces of petrol on it.

As you can see, one of the links
is missing. Look at the way it lines up.

A perfect match, Brian.
It's hers all right.

(Quint groaning)

You'd save yourself a lot of pain,
if you told us.

(Coughs)

Let's get this over with, shall we?

Where did you get it?

Come on.

(Whimpers)

(Sobs) I swear I didn't kill her.

(Mutters)

'I've never hurt anybody.

'Ever (Sobs).'

I saw the fire from my house.

'I went to see what was happening.

'It was dark.

'I thought maybe someone
had just set fire to the cars.

'When I got close, I-I saw that-that...
that there was a sack inside.

"And that it was still smoldering.

"'There was no one else around. I...

'Well, I tried to put it out
by-by throwing sand over it.

'I even burnt my hand doing it.

'It was then I saw the gold watch.

'Well, I took it because I thought
it was such a waste to leave it there.'

- I don't like liars, Quint.
- No.

- You took the girl home.
- No!

And there you tried to make love to her.

You went wild when she wouldn't let you
touch her. You hit her across the head.

- No, it's not true!
- You knocked her out and raped her.

When she came to,
you got scared and killed her.

(Mutters)

- Right, Quint?
- No, no.

I didn't kill nobody. Nobody.

I swear, Inspector. Nobody.

Come on, Quint. Confess.

- Everything's against you. Everything.
- No!

So what's the point of denying it?

You're always chasing the girls
out at the beach,

and they'd all love to testify against you.

Confess.

And I'll help you.

(Gulps)

(Sighs)

Inspector Taylor speaking.

Put me through to Buckingham.

(Quint moans)

Buckingham, listen, you can tell the chief.
We've got the killer.

(Man) Congratulations. I saw you on TV.

Thanks. I was thinking
of going on vacation somewhere

that has a lot of color
and French cuisine.

Well, how about France, sir?
Would that do?

Well, I'd prefer somewhere
a little closer to home.

Well, there's a Saturday flight to Manila.
I could put you on that.

- Hello, Timpson. Were you looking for me?
- Yeah.

Saturday will be fine.

I'll pick up the ticket later.

You're going on a vacation maybe?

A paid vacation. Like a bonus?

You jumped this poor idiot
just because he jerks off.

You're in such a frigging hurry,

So-So-So you can close this case!

That watch belonged to the girl.
Her mother recognized it.

She'd recognize anything
just to get her hands on the insurance.

- What insurance?
- This insurance.

A ten-year policy
on Anna Philomena, her daughter.

For $100,000.

- So? It doesn't prove a darn thing.
- Ah...

- Don't get upset.
- Shh.

Listen. Yesterday, Buckingham
commented on your good work.

Oh, screw Buckingham!

Anyway, the case is closed.

No, it isn't.

And you can tell Buckingham
what to do with his good advice.

You can tell him I said
he can shove it up his ass!

- You finished?
- Yes, I've finished.

Go ahead, my friend,
and enjoy your vacation.

I'm gonna go on alone.

Moron.

(Insect chirping)

Hello. Linda?

Yes, I spoke with my colleague.

He's a very good gynecologist.

No, believe me.

It's the best thing to do.
I'm saying it for your own good.

In your situation, Linda,
it's a responsibility.

All right. Do what you like.

So this time you and Antonio
are finished for good?

It was awful. He was like a wild animal.

I said terrible things to him.

That's great.
Does he know that you're pregnant?

I haven't seen him in two months.

No. I don't want to.

I'm frightened.

- I don't want to tell Antonio.
- It's not his, is it?

It's your doctor friend's, I bet.

But you don't go to him, do you?

He probably wouldn't help you, anyway.

That's not true.

He's different from everyone else.

I wish that... I could go to him.

He'd understand.

Then go to him,
if he's so bloody marvelous.

(Seagulls squawking)

Do you really want to have this child?

Huh?

Leave things to me.

I'll go and see Antonio,
and I'll fix up a meeting for you both.

You two have got to talk.
If I know Antonio, he'll be delighted.

Now what have I done?

(Seagulls squawking)

Well?

What do you want, Linda?

Come on. Tell me.

I'm pregnant.

Whose is it?

- Ours.

I was thinking of having an abortion,
things being the way they are,

but I wanted you to know first.

Sure.

A child.

What do you want, hm?

Do you want the money from me?
Is that it?

Is that why you wanted to see me?

No. I just wanted to tell you.

I don't want anything from you, Antonio.

Did you think I was going
to welcome you with open arms?

The only thing women like you
are good for is... sex!

Go! Go on! Get the hell out of here!

You and your filthy bastard child!

All... All I want to do is to have it drowned!

Don't even know who the father is.

(Gasps)

(Sobs)

(Seagulls squawking)

Here.

(Sniffles, gasps)

Could be the child
has arrived at the right time.

(Airplane passing overhead)

Oh, cut that out!

Then there's this one that belongs to a bloke
who lives on the first floor.

The others are in the garage.

I guess the janitor
can tell you about them.

Thanks.

This is Timpson.

Listen closely, Morris.

What I'm about to say is very important.

I think I'm gonna meet
the yellow pyjama girl's killer tonight.

I've got an appointment with him.

In Sutherland.

Now he's not very bright.

So... he could be dangerous.

But I don't intend
on giving up the case now.

If something should go wrong,
I've taken precautions.

I think I can tell you...

...what happened.

(Engine revving, tires screeching)

(Gunshots, tires screeching)

(Siren blares)

(Morris)
This is what he had in his pocket.

He was still working
on the pyjama girl case.

And if you ask me,
that's why the poor bugger was killed.

And what makes you think that?

Because I spent
a lot of time following him.

And any amateur detective
would come to the same conclusion.

Oh, if you ask me,
it was a revenge Killing.

Yeah, it was nothing to do
with the pyjama girl case.

Yes, of course that's what it is.

That case has been solved.

We have a confession from Quint.

Yes. Quint has confessed.

The case is closed. He confessed.

And it was of his own free will.

Yes, but it's not enough.

A good defense attorney will make
mincemeat out of it.

If we're gonna get a conviction
we need more evidence.

It could be that Morris is right,
and that's what Timpson was after.

Maybe there is a connection
between the two, Buckingham.

Consider it part
of the same investigation.

Sorry, Buckingham.

(Buckingham) That'll be all.

(Sighs)

Come on, Taylor. Let's go.

Thanks, Chief.

Hello.
May I please talk to Inspector Morris?

Isn't he there?

Wait. Hello?

(Telephone hook clanks)

(Door opens)

(Footsteps)

(Door creaking)

This child was very important for us.

Without it we have nothing.

You mustn't forget
that you must carry on with your life.

You can always have another child, Linda.

- You're young...
- I know I won't have another one. I feel it.

- Why couldn't he have lived?
- Here.

Your medicine.

Drink it.

(~ Music over dialogue)

(Bird caws)

(Lighter clicks)

(Train wheels rumbling)

Nice to see you, Margaret.

George.

Cynthia.

How are you, John?

How are you?

As you can see,
our club is not the liveliest.

Doctor. Madame.

And the food's pretty terrible, too,
isn't it, Pasqual?

Oh, no, sir.
Voila, madame.

Pasqual, the responsibility is yours.

Disgrace me
in front of this beautiful young lady.

Now.

I'm sorry.

(Sighs) But I'm not exactly
dressed for this place.

Why, you look fine.

You're the youngest prettiest girl
who's ever come into this tomb.

Linda... Linda, why can't you be happy?

I don't know, Henry.

I don't know.

(Sighs)

Do you remember Evelyn?

- Of course.
- Hmm. You would.

She sent me this package
from Los Angeles.

- Los Angeles?
- Mm-hm.

- Is that where she is now?
- Uh-huh.

She sent me the pyjamas she wore on
the night of the thunderstorm, remember?

Listen to the note that goes with them.

"Seeing as how
you didn't allow me to hug you,

"at least let my pyjamas
put their arms around you."

Are you going to wear them?

Why not? I think they're lovely.

(Linda) This is OK.
Drop me at the next corner.

- (Henry) Why?
- I feel like walking.

Antonio has plans for the future.

With luck he'll be asleep
when I get home.

Linda, will you promise me
that you'll think about my proposition?

I promise.

This morning I went to the cemetery.

And I even ordered the angel.

I saw the sculptor.

The Polish one.
He's expensive, but we made a deal.

I'll give him something each month.

Ah, Linda,
I spoke to the manager yesterday.

Next week the cleaning lady is leaving.

You could take over her job.

He said soon you could work as a waitress.

Wouldn't that be something?

The waitresses get more tips than we do,

and you won't get hassled too much.

So, you see,

if we work together in the same place...

(~ Music over dialogue)

She stuck it to us.

She came here this morning, early.

She told me she needed the trailer
to move some furniture.

I don't know where.

Furniture?
We don't have any to take.

She just took all her stuff and left.

She fooled us both!

Yeah, we're a couple of suckers.

Hey, you wanna know where she's gone?
To her old sugar daddy, I bet.

He's one of those rich doctors.

Owns a couple of clinics.

You wouldn't know him.
He kept her before she met you.

The guy's loaded.

Why didn't I think of him before?

Christ! I'm a stupid bastard!

Of course, that's where she's gone!

Maybe we can still catch her.

Have you got the car?

(Roy) She didn't even have any money.
She asked me for $50.

- (Antonio) And you gave it to her?
- Hell, no!

And she only had half a tank.
That's good for about 100 miles.

After that all we got to do
is check the gas stations.

All you had to do was listen to me,
you romantic asshole!

But no, you had to
go get hooked anyway.

She's a filthy bitch.

All...

All those promises she made me,

just when the two of us
could have been happy working together.

Maybe I should have gone to the police.

She's my wife after all.

She ran away.

- I can report her.
- Yeah, great. You do that.

We're second-class citizens.
We're immigrants, remember?

They couldn't give
a damn about your wife.

What is the way to do it? Well?

It's something you have
to take care of by yourself.

There's only one thing women understand.

If you want their respect, you've got to,
uh, you know, slap them around a bit.

Treat them like dogs.
Make sure they know who the master is.

(Antonio) Slow down.

- Cristo! Slow down!
- You want her to get away with it?

(Tires screeching)

Don't you understand
what she's done to you?

She's a little whore.
The filthy cow's been going with everybody!

And now she's dumped you
for some money bags.

You idiot!

I bet you've had her, too.

- (Engine choking)
- You have, haven't you?

Come on, you bastard. I wanna know!

I haven't had her!

(Antonio sobs, breathes heavily)

(Roy) For Christ's sake.

For Christ's sake.

Antonio...

...you're my friend.

Are we going to fight, huh?

Over Linda?

Will that help?

Here. Don't be such an asshole.

(Engine starts)

(Tires screeching)

Hello? I would...

I would like to talk to Professor Douglas.

Yes, Henry Douglas.

Could you tell him
it's, uh, Linda, please? Thanks.

Hello? Henry?

Yes, it's me.

I know. You'll never guess where I am.
I'm on the road to your house.

I shall be right over.

Come here? Now?

But... Why all of a sudden?

Oh, I just I couldn't take it anymore.
I'll explain later.

Hold on a moment, will you?

You don't seem too glad to hear me.

Have I done anything wrong?

Linda, it's just
that I've got a plane to catch.

But I'll be back in a few days.

We can't resolve this in five minutes.

"But that's a big decision.

"Linda, listen.

'Hello? Hello?'

- 'Yes, I'm listening.'
- Ah. Linda...

Tell me.
Exactly where are you right now?

'Listen, go back to Sydney.'

I understand.

It's taken me long enough,
but I understand.

'You can't leave your husband
just like that,

"without having any idea
of where you're going.

"You can get in a lot of trouble.

Especially with the law.

That's my business.

"Believe me, I wanna help you.

"But as I said I have a plane to catch.'

Yes, I know.

I heard you.

I just thought you were different
from everyone else, but you aren't.

'And I had to find out the hard way.'

Just as you like.

(~ "Your Yellow Pyjama" over dialogue)

~ Trying to remember

~ A bright summer day

~ Dancing on the blue sea

~ Like a child in the sun

~ How can I forget your smile

♪ As you played in the sand?

~ The sun on your body

~ Summer wind is so caressing

~ Because you're a woman

~ Empty beaches are enchanted

~ Because you're a woman

~ Loving free is so exciting... ~

Cheers, lady.
Filled her up. That'll be $20.

Thanks. I'll pay at the bar.

(Chuckles)

~ Your yellow pyjama

~ And the perfume in your hair

~ The man that you really wanted

~ And who got away

~ And then came another... ~

Psst. Hey, young lady.

How can you eat junk like that?

(Chuckles)

Come and sit over here.

You get better food...

...and it's on us, too.

~ And you want to be together

~ And there is a lover

~ That you haven't yet discovered... ~

Well, miss, here I am.

You don't want to eat that stuff.

What you need
is a nice, thick, juicy steak.

It's good for the red corpuscles.

(Chuckles)

Well?

~ Because you're a woman... ~

Well, we saw you sitting by yourself.

We thought you'd like some company.

I mean, if you're not in a hurry.

- $100.
- What?

The most I was thinking of was 20, 25.

I've never had to pay for it before.

$100 for you and your friends together.

(Groans) My nephew's not included.

He's only 13.
He don't know what it's for yet.

He spends all his time in church.
(Chuckles)

Good for him. Pay the bill and let's go.

Hm.

There's my camper.

Now get in there
and show her who's boss.

You can kiss her ass goodbye forever,
if you don't.

But, what should I do?

Don't give her a chance to say a word.

If there's someone with her,

and you need some help, call me.

- OK?
- Sure. I know you're right.

You're-you're sure this is...

- This is the right thing to do?
- For crying out loud!

Why the hell do you think we drove
all this way if it wasn't for her?

And now that we're here
are you going to turn chicken on me?

OK. I'll go.

Now what?

Remember, you have to show her
that you won't take any more of this.

Otherwise she'll walk all over you.

(Sobs)

OK, OK...

- I'll do it.
- No! No, no.

I'll do it.

Wait here.

(Chirping)

What are you doing?

I'm not going back, Antonio.
There's nothing to go back to.

I'm not gonna wash plates the rest
of my life in a crummy restaurant!

Just look at you! You're a failure.

Leave me alone.

You think I'm gonna spend
the rest of my life with a jerk like you?

I'm not coming back!
Never! Understand?

Forget it.

I don't need that kind of life.
You make me sick!

(Yelps, sobs)

You bastard!

(Sobs)

Bastard!

(Grunts)

(Linda) Leave me.

Leave me!

(Sobs)

- (Grunts)
- No!

- Stop, Antonio.
- Whore!

- You whore!
- (Sobs)

- Whore!
- You hurt me.

- Whore.
- No. (Groans)

Antonio, no.

- I found out what you did, you bitch!
- No!

You stopped at that motel!
They told me all about it!

About you and your gangbang.

- No. They were lying, Antonio, please.
- You whore!

I'll kill you! I'll kill you!

- No, Antonio! No!
- Come here!

- No!
- Give me the gun! Give me the gun!

- Give me the gun! Give me the gun!
- (Linda gasps)

No, Antonio! No!

(Gunshot)

Linda.

(Groans)

Antonio.

(Antonio sobs)

I-I... I didn't mean to.

It was...

It-it was Linda who fired, not me.

I I...

I didn't want this.

Yeah, I believe you,
but the police won't.

(Sobs)

What are you doing? Peeing?

(Sobs)

Come on. Get up.
We've got to get out of here.

(Whimpers)

Excuse me.
Are you Mr. Morris, the police inspector?

You see,
I've been calling you in the office.

Inspector Timpson said if you didn't
come home, I was to give you these.

Here. He said to give you
this package and this, as well.

I tried phoning you lots of times,
but you were never there when I did.

- In you go!
- (Grunts)

You almost got away with it,
didn't you, Roy Conner?

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Sit down!

(Roy groans)

(On tape) 'Morris, this is Timpson.

'Now, listen closely, Morris.

'What I'm about to say is very important.

'I think I'm going to meet
the yellow pyjama girl's killer tonight.

'I have an appointment with him
in Sutherland.

'Now he's not very bright, so...

(Taylor) You killed Timpson,
because you knew he was on to you.

You thought you shut him up
and you were wrong.

(Timpson) 'The tire jack that little Mary
will give you I found in Roy's camper.

"'There are still some blood stains on it.

'Antonio Attolini shot his wife,

"but as you know it wasn't that
that killed her.

'Roy was with him.

'Roy Conner, a German immigrant,

"who lives at the new center
in North Sydney.

"It was the sack,
which still had the grains of rice in it

'that led me to Roy Conner.

'He worked in a glass factory

'but he left that for a job
with an import company

'specializing in products
from the Far East.'

Antonio!

Get up! You've got to drive
the camper back to Sydney.

I'll take the car.

(Trunk creaking)

Linda!

(Groans)

(Gasps, thud)

(Timpson) 'Roy drove around all night

"with the body
still in the trunk of the car.

'Ending up on the beach,

"where he hid the sack with Linda's body,
in one of the dumped cars.

"Then he set light to it.'

(Typewriter keys clacking)

(Clears throat) It's light already.

Listen, Morris, take a squad of men
around to Antonio's house.

- It's six o'clock.
- I know. Bring him in.

Let's hear what he has to say.

Think that he'll confirm everything?

Oh, yes.
He'll confirm everything all right.

(Phone ringing)

Yes, Inspector Taylor speaking.

Inspector, it's Antonio Attolini.
I'm the waiter.

- I know. Where are you calling from?
-'lam... I am...'...

Tell me where exactly.

I am at the Waverley Cemetery.

Inspector, I wanna give myself up.

- 'But come alone.'
- Yes, I will. I promise.

"Come alone.'

I'll be there in half an hour.

(Waves crashing)

(Birds cawing)

(Taylor) Antonio.

Yes, Inspector.

It's my son's grave.

He only lived...

- ...three days.
- I know.

Alone.

You promised to-to come alone.

I-1 kept my-my promise.

Let's talk, Antonio.
Wait. Just a moment.

Hey, where are you going?

Look, I'm your friend.

- You gave... You gave your word.
- Will you calm down?

You promised me you'd come alone.
Alone, alone!

Why didn't you keep your word?

Try and understand. I'm your friend.

Friend?

I'm not your friend.
No one is my friend here! No one!

Not one of you
would look at me as a friend.

Foreigners aren't allowed to have friends
in... (Speaks Italian)

- Roy was the one who killed her!
- Calm down, Antonio.

- Roy was the one who killed her!
- Let me explain.

- Why do you care about me?
- Stop for a second.

- I'm just a stupid immigrant!
- Give me a chance.

It's easy, huh?
It's easy to arrest someone like me.

- Antonio.
- A poor Italian.

Let's face it.
I'm just a stupid immigrant!

Nothing. I got nothing! Nothing!

(Speaks Italian)

(Shouts in Italian)

No, wait. Antonio!

Come back.

No, wait! Come back.

Antonio, come back!

Stop, Antonio!

(Tires screeching)

(Mouths)

(Sirens wailing)

(~ Music over dialogue)