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Come in, Frank.

I didn't know even my father had to knock.

He doesn't have to, but he does. Your father is polite.

Yes, but he's your husband.

Well, even a husband can have good manners.

You mind if I take an aspirin?

I may have caught a cold riding the motorcycle.

Our good friend Deborah called. She's coming to dinner tonight as well.

- Want me to bring you some breakfast? - No, I'll be there in a second.

- Did Frank go out? - A while ago. You know what time it is?

- Do you recognize this hallway? - It's from the house next door.

Weird... I don't know how I know. I've never been in that flat.

No house has a hallway that long.

Your subconscious knows it as the hallway from the house next door.

You've dreamed about it many times.

It's always the same.

And like all those other times,

it's crowded with naked people.

Then, all of a sudden, you fall into nothingness and find someone...

Always the same person waiting for you...

Julia Durer!

Exactly.

Julia Durer, your neighbour.

You dream of having an affair

with this lady who lives next door to you.

In fact, for you, that woman represents sin and moral degradation.

The house next door is a symbol of sin and vice.

From what you've told me, this Durer doesn't exactly live a innocent life.

Ah, no.

No, she definitely doesn't.

There, you see?

Your conscience forces you to disapprove

of this womars lifestyle,

but at the same time her freedom interests you.

At the bottom of your recurring dream lies this conflict.

The frigid sexual relations between you and your husband aggravates it.

It distorts the situation to the point that, subconsciously,

you feel attracted to the open lifestyle enjoyed by Julia Durer.

What's up with our friends next door? It's like being at a football game!

Not bad, though. The music's good, right, Deborah?

Carol?

Carol!

- Cognac? - No, thanks, Daddy.

You should.

You'd get a good buzz every night instead of wasting money on Dr Kerr,

and I guarantee your insomnia would go away.

I don't like how Carol's been acting lately.

Why don't you take off somewhere for a bit?

I'm sure a trip would be good for her. Don't you think?

Yes, but she'll have to go on her own.

Joan has finals to study for,

and who'll look after the firm while you're on the electoral campaign?

Think it over.

Home, Larry.

I can't concentrate on anything here in London,

the party, the troubles over the Nicholson case, other problems...

There's just too much.

Know what I'm doing tomorrow?

I'm going to my house in Greenfield

to prepare my speech on the problems with the European Common market.

So tomorrow I'll defend Tommy. He won't like it.

Nonsense, Frank!

You're not my substitute, you're a partner now. And why?

Because I'm your son-in-law and you adore your daughter.

Frank, Tommy isn't your problem. You'll do fine, I know it.

- But today's Monday and tonight... - Tonight what?

You have an appointment with Warren in Handerville, I believe.

No, there's no problem. I'll go to Handerville and be back tomorrow.

It's pretty far.

An hour and a half by car.

The hearing's at 10:00. If I leave by 08:00, I'll be fine.

The only trouble is having to sleep over.

You should leave soon, then.

Yes?

Mrs Smith? Who's she?

Yes? It's a personal matter?

All right, I'll talk to her.

Yes.

Yes.

Who are you?

Listen, if you can't explain it clearly, I can't understand.

What? Someone in my family?

But who?

No, no, I want to know, otherwise... Hello?

Hello?

Why don't you have dinner with Carol tonight?

Yes, that's a good idea.

All right, I'm leaving.

Listen, Frank...

Are you cheating on my daughter?

This is a joke, I hope.

Yes...

Yes, I was joking.

You killed Julia Durer.

By killing this woman, you killed the part of you attracted by vice.

The conflict within you was resolved by an act of violence.

A liberating dream, as shown by the macabre vision

of the decomposed bodies of the people you live with.

I would also say that the appearance of your stepdaughter in the dream

whom you do not feel loved by, is another clear sign of liberation.

But those...

That red-haired young man and his girlfriend...

- Those two hippies on the balcony... - Witnesses invented by your Ego.

You wanted them to witness the crime.

Their presence prevented you from picking up

your fur coat and letter opener.

That's a good thing. You were forced to leave behind the evidence.

It's the removal of a mental block, and it can be nothing but positive.

Dr Kerr, don't you think I should go and thank Julia Durer?

When was she killed?

I'd say Tuesday, judging by the body. Or Monday night.

Six to one the medical report is Jacksors!

Right!

He's always unclear. Lots can happen in 24 hours.

It's been a few days, and the body wasrt on ice.

Right, it's Saturday.

I'd strangle people who discover crimes on Saturdays.

- The cleaning lady? - She comes twice a week.

But she doesn't have keys to the flat.

So on Wednesday she couldn't get in. Durer often left without telling her.

But this morning she noticed a terrible smell,

and so ruined our whole weekend!

Good morning, Inspector.

Excuse me, are you Inspector Corvin?

I'm Lowell, head of the crime scene unit.

- Since when? - A week ago.

- I was the head of Records before that. - That's reassuring!

Heroin.

If someone injected a similar dose, they'd break the sound barrier!

- Very droll. - Thank you.

A typical filing room joke.

Inspector, the body's through here.

Tell it to hold on.

- Any other drugs? - Yes, a little bit of everything.

Hashish, LSD, cocaine...

What do the neighbours say about Durer?

According to the cleaning lady, they treated her like a leper.

They wondered where she got the money to live in a place like this.

Interrogate all the neighbours. But discreetly.

One of them's the daughter of a politician who may be a minister soon.

So you can't tell me anything?

- Wasrt Durer a friend of yours? - No, we didn't even know her.

Excuse me, but I don't think we have anything to tell you.

We can't shed any light on this crime.

Crime?

I'm confused, Miss. I don't believe I mentioned any crime.

- Why would you think that? - The flat next door's full of police.

The crime scene guys brought in tons of equipment, and you're here...

You go to all this trouble when someone slips on a banana peel and dies?

Yes, sometimes we handle even those cases.

Someone may have placed that banana peel on purpose.

Anyway, yes, there has been a crime.

It was committed last Monday or Tuesday...

Actually it probably happened between Monday night and Tuesday morning.

Did you or your family notice anything strange, screams, noises?

- Loud thuds? - Monday night?

No, only thunder. Remember? We had a big storm.

You didn't hear anything either, Mrs Hammond?

Mrs Hammond?

No, no, nothing. Only the thunder.

Very well. In any case, if you remember anything, call us.

However insignificant you think it might be.

Monday night...

The night we had a thunderstorm.

The night Frank went to Handerville,

Yes... that night.

Yes, I remember, it poured all night.

It was so bad I couldn't even see the road and I had to pull over.

Julia Durer? That's unbelievable.

I can imagine.

Yes, Joan, I'll be right over.

Our neighbour, Julia Durer.

That bitch from hell who makes all that noise?

- Someone killed her. - Doesrt surprise me.

Joan says Carol's really upset.

I didn't know that.

- Go and see her right away, Frank. - Of course.

She's turned the place upside down, trying to find her fur...

The Gordon woman from the third floor phoned.

She said Julia Durer was strangled, found half-naked with a fur next to her.

You didn't bring the paper, Frank? You always bring it.

The paper, Carol? Oh, yes, sorry, I did bring it.

I must have put it somewhere, I'll look for it later.

- What are you trying to hide from me! - Carol! Stop thinking about it!

I'd like to... but it's not easy,

with everything going on over there.

Mrs Hammond is dining, Mrs Gordon.

Then don't bother her. Tell her she can call me back. I'll be home.

I need to talk to her. I have to tell her something very, very important.

- Yes, Mrs Gordon? - Hello, dear. Did I bother you?

- Have you read the paper? - No, none of them yet. Why?

I gave you the wrong information. In the confusion I misunderstood...

That good-for-nothing, Durer, she wasrt strangled.

No, my dear, not at all.

They stabbed her three times, each one of the stabbs fatal.

It says so in the paper.

- When would you like the car, ma'am? - Shut up, you idiot!

Oh, sorry!

Two in the middle of her chest, one slightly beneath the first two.

And with a letter opener! Can you imagine the horror?

A beastly murderer can't be...

Carol?

What are you doing?

Has something happened?

The letter opener! Oh, Frank, it's not possible.

Not possible that my letter opener has disappeared.

I have to find it!

Frank, she was killed with just that, a letter opener.

Just like I killed her in the dream, in the same way!

Mrs Gordon said she was stabbed three times in the chest.

I stabbed her with the letter opener three times in the chest too!

That's absurd, Carol. Absurd!

Oh, Frank.

Help me, Frank! Help me! I'm begging you.

Why do you want to see the body?

Well, no specific reason. She was a neighbour and...

As you wish. Seeing as how you want to...

Come with me.

- Here, have a drink. It'll pick you up. - Thanks.

Does that fur coat mean anything to you?

Your wife's looking for you, Mr Hammond. She's at the entrance.

- What were you thinking? - I told her to wait outside.

- Madam! - I had nothing to do with it, Inspector!

According to Carol, the body was in the same position as in the dream.

It's possible. But everything else?

It shouldn't be hard to convince them to show you the evidence.

And you'll see that the fur coat and letter opener do belong to Carol.

Ah, it's crazy. That's all I can say.

We should give Carol some kind of explanation, it doesn't matter what.

There's only one explanation.

Somebody's trying to drive her insane.

Someone who's able to guess what takes place in her dreams.

- Make sense to you? - Nothing you've told me seems logical.

It's all absurd.

Do you realize if it wasrt my daughter, I wouldn't give it a second thought?

If someone came to me with a story like this, I'd throw him out.

In my opinion, it's a simple case.

All we need to do is go fishing amongst Durer's social circle.

Ex-actress, junkie, she has to have plenty of friends just like her.

We turn up the heat, and one will surely crack.

That's true, Chief.

Those kinds of people can talk a lot, and you don't have to lean on them.

But when you try and squeeze them, nothing useful comes out of it.

- You think so? - I don't think it's the right approach.

You have another method?

So far, the only hard evidence we have are the fingerprints.

The fur coat, letter opener and white scarf are all covered with prints.

- Find the woman who owns them and... - You're just guessing.

Who says it's a woman?

The fur coat doesn't belong to the victim.

So you think it belongs to the murderer, a woman.

But the cleaning lady might be wrong.

She didn't recognize the fur coat,

but remember, she didn't recognize the boots either.

The ones Julia Durer was wearing.

They were new, you could tell from the soles. She'd just bought them.

Chief McKenna...

Yes, Inspector Corvin is here.

Fantastic! He confessed!

Come, my dear Inspector. The Durer case is solved.

I almost forgot. The murderer is a man.

Hello, Mino.

There he is. Name's Harry Smith.

Hippie, no permanent address, 23 years old. It's him, no doubt.

He's Irish, has red hair, and knew Miss Durer.

- And he has a prior for sexual assault. - Do the prints match?

We haven't checked yet, Inspector, but he spilled the goods.

He's all yours, sir.

All right, son, so you confessed. Good for you.

So tell us.

I did it...

I did it to avenge my brother George.

- When my brother... - Get to the details!

Inspector!

The Inspector wants to know how you killed her.

She was there, standing in front of me with her fur coat.

She had it on, right?

Yes, she was wearing it. She was classy...

She wore the fur coat. And boots too. The black boots.

I told her to take the coat off.

And she took it off. She was wearing nothing underneath.

By any chance, was she wearing a white scarf?

No, no, I told you, nothing.

She wore... only black panties and the boots.

- She was beautiful, naked like that... - Yes, we get the picture. Continue.

So I said to her, "Do you remember my brother George?"

And then I jumped on her with the dagger!

You mean with the letter opener?

Letter opener?

No, no, with the dagger,

the kind you use for hara-kiri.

And I pushed it into her belly, all the way up to the hilt!

And then I turned it, again and again!

You don't believe me, right?

I can tell from your faces you don't believe me.

Okay, then, look. Look!

Here's her guts next to those of the Prime Minister I killed this morning.

Roast them and stuff them down his throat.

Long live Ireland, island of heroes! Down with the Queen!

Back to work, chaps.

You...

You're going back to the Animal Cruelty Division.

What do you want to ask them?

Just because you saw them in a dream...

Joan, please! I'm going insane.

You have to make up your mind.

- All these people... - All right.

- Well? - Nothing.

How could you even think it?

Don't let your imagination run away with you.

Maybe there's an explanation.

They knew Durer. They went to her house a few times.

Maybe you saw them on the stairs entering or leaving the building.

And so, one night, you dreamed about them.

Did they tell you they were Durer's friends?

I don't know. I was guessing.

Joan!

Eddy Berry, you bastard, how are you?

We've photographed the victim's body,

other evidence and the weapon, collected all fingerprints.

What I'd like you to focus on are the footprints here on the floor.

No matter how much one tries to wipe them dry, neither the sole of a shoe

nor the sole of a foot can be wiped dry enough so as not to leave prints.

We call them damp prints, and we always manage to get them.

- And it was raining that night. - Exactly.

So, whoever entered the house that night, had to leave damp prints.

Take a look at this enlargement we made.

As you can see, there are many prints around the living room.

Same thing in the hallway. And they're all damp prints.

- Good job. - We're nothing if not thorough.

So one of these prints belongs to the murderer.

No! I mean...

Why not?

Well, as I showed you,

prints can be found everywhere in this area and in the whole house.

The exception is the area around the victim's bed.

In fact, there are no prints whatsoever over there. See? Not one.

But I don't understand. That's where...

Where the crime took place, where the body was found... no prints at all.

So none of the people who left damp prints got close to the victim.

Clearly, none of them could have killed her.

Unless one of them took their shoes off.

That's possible. But I think there's a much simpler theory.

Certainly. The murderer's shoes were dry.

So they werert from someone who came in from the outside,

but maybe from another flat in the same building.

This narrows the field significantly, Inspector.

- Well, all we have to do is check. - Certainly, Inspector.

As always, we'll check the building from top to bottom.

If I may, our suspicions point to this guy who's a repeat offender.

Can you tell me if you've seen this man around here?

Please take a close look at the picture. You too, Mrs Hammond.

Can I take a look?

Certainly, sir.

Never seen him.

These are the enlargements you requested, Inspector.

The thumb prints of the people who touched the photograph.

And? Anything?

This a blow-up of the section of the prints we're interested in.

We place it over the fingerprints we found on the letter opener.

And you see? It matches perfectly.

- So? - Okay, Inspector...

The print which matches the one found on the letter opener

was taken from the photo marked B.

It belongs to... One moment while I check.

...to Mrs Carol Hammond.

Mrs Hammond, it is my duty to inform you that from this moment

anything you say may be used against you.

You're asking all these questions.

Even you want to ask me if I killed her.

I'm your father, Carol.

I'm asking you as your father, not as your lawyer.

I'll get you out on bail, even if you're accused of a terrible crime.

But please understand,

considering all the evidence against you, I need to know the truth.

- The truth... - I'm begging you.

Father, I can only say one thing. One thing.

I'm not the one who killed her!

That's all I need to know.

When a judge sets bail for this high an amount,

it's a pretty clear indication that he has few doubts.

Lucky him.

I, on the other hand, am full of doubts. I am not convinced.

And the evidence, Inspector?

Her prints are all over the murder weapon.

And both the letter opener and fur coat belong to her.

Yes, yes, of course, evidence. We have loads of proof.

- But not a shred of motive. - True, but the facts remain.

Did you know Hammond was in therapy?

Well, then maybe she'll cop an insanity plea.

I don't know. But a lot of things can change, if we find a logical, solid motive.

I absolutely have to find it, or I'll be the one going insane.

You killed Julia Durer.

And furthermore, this dream has a clear purpose.

By killing this woman, you killed the part of you

attracted by vice and sin.

The conflict within you was resolved by an act of violence...

Well, let's stop there.

As you can tell, Carol did not have a motive for hating Miss Durer.

Much less wanting to kill her.

If there were any motives at all, they were in her subconscious.

So you think we need to convince the jury that it wasrt Carol,

but rather her subconscious.

It's not so strange.

A dissociation between a persors conscious and subconscious

could be enough to push that person to commit the crime unconsciously.

Yes, there are even precedents. It happened in the Barthelmy trial.

And the opinion of the expert was the determining factor.

The court took the view that Barthelmy killed his sister

in a state of total unconsciousness.

A case of dual personality.

And Arthur Barthelmy was acquitted.

All of which goes to show that this is clearly a dream of liberation.

A dream.

Of course, in that moment I thought I needed to explain a dream.

Neither Carol nor I could know that it was a tragic reality instead.

Carol is still convinced that it was only a dream.

Yes, that's understandable.

The scenes from that night were memorized as being from a dream.

Meanwhile, the reality was confused by imaginations from her subconscious,

pieces which in her dream are seen as symbols.

Like the painting of a meadow with the swan that followed her.

Exactly. Just like the affectionate acts with Julia Durer.

These are symptomatic of a love-hate relationship.

And maybe those two hippies have the same meaning. Listen.

But that red-haired young man... Those two hippies on the balcony...

Witnesses invented by your Ego.

Why do you say "maybe the two hippies", if they are symbolic?

Theoretically, nothing prevents them from being among the real elements.

In other words, they were present at my daughter's crime.

Is that what you mean, Dr Kerr?

They were there and didn't do anything?

Why didn't they at least try to blackmail her?

If that's the case, then they were working with someone.

Give me a light, will you?

- When did Carol talk to you about it? - When I went to visit her in hospital.

My God, Frank!

What an idea, keeping her locked up in a mental hospital until her trial!

In her condition, she needs peace and quiet to fully recuperate.

I highly recommend some peace and quiet.

She'll just worry herself to death.

As shown by the fact that she started thinking about that case similar to hers.

By the way, what did she know about the Barthelmy case?

She was working in her father's law firm at the time of the trial.

And what does her father think?

That if she'd been a man, he'd have made a great lawyer out of her.

But do you believe in this defence strategy?

It repulses him. His daughter will become a psychiatric experiment.

And what about you, Frank? What do you think?

A very unfortunate incident for which I am deeply sorry.

In any case, I assure you that whoever left that door open shall be punished.

But I have to ask you, Mrs Hammond, to be less curious.

Somebody was following me.

Of course! It was one of our male nurses.

He's the one who scared you. By accident, of course.

- No, not the nurse. - He told me so.

No... even before that.

I saw him clearly, I'm sure of it.

A hallucination.

But Carol, there were no red-haired hippies in the park today.

You're wrong.

I saw him.

A hallucination means to see things that are not there.

But I wasrt thinking about anything at that particular moment.

I was lying down, everything was peaceful.

All right, let's say you did see him.

You saw someone with red hair.

That doesn't mean anything, darling. Lots of people have red hair.

Seeing this person bothered you because it reminded you of your dream.

That's the simplest and most reasonable explanation.

Calm yourself, Mrs Hammond.

It was him, Frank. I'm telling you. You have to believe me.

I want the truth, Frank. How long has this been going on?

I met Deborah after I came to London.

I was in a state...

My first marriage had failed.

She helped me out a lot, not just emotionally.

She was the one who begged you to hire me.

I asked you how long has Deborah been your lover?

Two years.

I know you have a good memory, Frank.

I'm sure you remember that the day before the crime,

you were with me when I received a very strange call,

which prompted me to ask you a question.

Yes, I remember your asking me if I was cheating on Carol.

And you then asked me if I was kidding.

Obviously, I wasrt kidding, Frank, but neither were you.

- What does that mean? - Let's create a theory. See if it works.

Suppose that particular call came from Julia Durer.

That she knew about your affair and was blackmailing you.

You knew that if she talked,

our business relationship would have been terminated instantly.

No, no one's ever blackmailed me.

No?

But let's pretend, just for a second.

You have to admit, it would be a strong motive. Don't you think?

For what? To kill Durer? That's absurd!

You think so? To kill Julia Durer and place the blame on Carol.

That's ridiculous!

You're forgetting your daughter's prints on the fur coat and letter opener!

They're hers, I know.

I think it's only natural that her prints are on them.

But where's the proof that it was my daughter and nobody else,

who brought those objects to the crime scene?

And the dream? You're forgetting all about the dream.

- Oh, that's right, the dream. - She dreamed about it in every detail.

At the same moment someone was committing it. A telepathic dream.

- Or is Carol, in your opinion, a psychic? - The dream...

I asked Dr Kerr to lend me the tapes he recorded with Carol.

Not to listen to scientific mumbo-jumbo on dual personalities,

but to find something useful.

And I found it.

Listen to this...

After the hallway, all I can remember is a big door opening.

And then... I don't remember anything.

Yesterday morning, it was so clear.

I've told you many times. Why didn't you write it down?

Mrs Hammond, dreams have a short life in one's memory.

Yesterday morning, it was so clear.

I've told you many times. Why didn't you write it down?

Did you know Carol took notes on her dreams?

Yes, you did.

Just like Joan and Deborah knew.

She wrote them down and kept them in her bureau in her room.

Any one of you three had a chance to read them.

Who knows how many times you've read them?

You could have read about that exact same dream.

A dream, Frank, only a dream...

...that someone else could have copied to the letter

and transformed into a crime.

A real crime.

It's not only logical and possible, but extremely easy

for someone who only had to go from the flat next door to this one.

And from there they could have grabbed a few things.

Or three things.

A letter opener, a fur coat and a white scarf.

Exactly.

Finally, we'll be able to explain why she had brand new boots on.

She was wearing them in the dream and the murderer put them on her.

So this person had to have stabbed her three times in the chest,

and left behind the letter opener, the fur coat and the white silk scarf.

Not only that, but also put the black boots on her.

Is it possible that all these things were written in her notes?

You should ask whoever read them. Or tell us yourself, if you read them.

Don't get yourself into a frenzy. She didn't keep those notes for long.

Sometimes they sat there for a few days and then she threw them out.

Did you read any of them?

All of them. Your wife had some weird dreams.

- Now's not the time. - Know what she wrote?

That she had sex with Durer.

Stop it, please!

If you loved me, I wouldn't go with women.

Not that again.

- Did you read the papers this morning? - No, why?

There are some developments in the Durer case.

Like what?

It appears the police are about to arrest a strong suspect.

Another suspect? It's no longer Carol?

- Did they say who? - No.

And thank God the papers haven't mentioned my name yet.

You?

You know, it could be dangerous.

If something doesn't happen soon...

- To Greenfield. - Arert you taking me home?

Greenfield is your home.

Listen to me. You didn't kill Durer, and you have no idea who did.

If you want to know, go to Alexandra Palace.

Go into the basement. There you will find a lit candle.

Make sure you bring 50 pounds. That's the price.

Alexandra Palace. Today at 4:00.

Make sure you go.

Drop the knife, or the next shot will be between the eyes!

I may be old, but I have a good aim. I've already called the police!

Hi! Look who's back.

What kind of manners are those? Is that any way to greet someone?

Move out of the way.

Did you move here so that you could practise?

Get out of here. What do you want?

I came to see Red, he needs to tell me a few things.

He's my friend too, you know. I thought he'd be here.

Looks like he's busier than usual today.

What are you doing? Can you explain it?

Painting.

Larry, wait here.

Well, at least we know Red really exists, he's not a ghost.

He exists and has a good reason to kill Mrs Hammond.

I should've had her followed.

Scour the city.

Check out anyone with red hair and put the screws on him.

- Even the Crown Prince. - All redheads?

Good thing we're not in Ireland!

- What do you call this painting? - "Decay".

- Will you be able to sell it? - Do you want to buy it?

If you promise to do something for me.

I mind my own business. I don't care about other people's.

I'm like the three monkeys: See no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil.

- At least tell me where Red is. - You should know, you're his friend.

If you tell me where to find him, I'll give you twenty for the painting.

What did you remember that was so important?

- How can I tell you over the phone? - What's it about?

Something Red told me, the guy I followed when I was tailing Carol.

I didn't think it was important at the time, but it clears you.

Please, don't get involved.

The police have to know what he told me.

And he'll do it. I'm sure I'll convince him.

They're always after drug money.

- Where are you meeting him? - At Woburn Abbey.

After this, you'll no longer be a suspect.

Someone in our family will pay the price, but not you. You'll be all set.

- Be careful, Joan! - Don't worry, Father.

I'll call you right after I've met him. The I'll have clear proof.

Julia's killer won't get away with it any longer.

- I have to go to Woburn Abbey. - Be careful.

I'm sure, once I meet with Red...

Ma'am...

Do you know how this sensitive story came about?

It came from the phone call someone made to my father.

Exactly.

- May I? - Help yourself.

A phone call from a person calling herself Mrs Smith,

who by now we're sure was Julia Durer.

Oh, excuse me.

Do you think your husband knew about the phone call?

It's possible.

- So you're not sure? - No, Inspector.

And did your father mention it to you?

Yes, he did.

Hello, Inspector.

Good to see you at Greenfield.

Why didn't you call?

At this point your daughter doesn't need a lawyer to talk to me.

- Did you know her? Answer me! - It wasrt me!

Talk! Who told you about the keys to the basement of Alexandra Palace?

Answer! How did you get in?

Somebody had to give you the keys. The guard?

- Come on, was it the security guard? - No, I don't know him.

But maybe he knows you and he gave you the keys, right?

Right?

He gave them to you for a wild party in there.

He gave them to you for ten pounds. He got the money beforehand.

And a night with your woman. We know this!

That's right, he told us.

- He said that because he hates me. - Oh, yes?

Yes, that's right. He hates me.

Say it again.

Yes, he hates me.

So you do know him!

No, he hates everyone because he's hunchbacked.

How the hell do you know he's a hunchback if you don't know him?

He's a hunchback. Everyone knows that. A hunchback.

Come on, tell us the truth.

If you want the whole story,

you've got to give me what I asked for.

- He's answering our questions. - We gave him drugs and he confessed.

He admitted everything. He killed Joan.

And he tried to kill your daughter.

And Durer, too.

No. Not Durer. He didn't kill her.

At this point, only two people know who committed that crime.

You and... the murderer.

Durer was killed by the person she was blackmailing.

Somebody Durer had pushed too far, pushed to desperation.

Since she was not blackmailing your son-in-law...

...it must've been someone else.

I'm sorry I led you in the wrong direction.

Don't feel bad about it, sir.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Good day.

Inspector, why did you convince him that you know who killed Durer?

Because I know, Brandon.

I'm certain, except for one damn contradiction.

Just one...

Miss Bennett. Find Dr Kerr.

I want him at Durer's house, I want everyone there.

- Talk. - Sure, sure...

Get on with it!

Jenny and I were at the old theatre,

and those two women followed us.

They came into the bar and then the girl approached us.

Look at that woman and tell me if you recognize her.

I don't know, we see a lot of people.

- Do you remember her? - At Julia Durer's house.

We haven't been there for about two weeks.

Two weeks. It was at night.

The last time you were there, was it at night?

- At night, yeah. - Was it raining?

Definitely, there was rain and thunder too.

Why? We were supposed to have seen her that night?

Yes, precisely that night.

I wouldn't have noticed her even if she was right in front of my nose.

You don't notice anything when you have all that acid in you!

We were totally tripping on acid, from head to toes.

When you're on LSD, it's like being in another world.

I could look at the Inspector and maybe see a red dot or a horse!

You remember nothing of that night?

Of course! So many nice things!

I remember seeing a lizard in a womars skin.

- That's disgusting. - No, she was beautiful. Wonderful!

Did you climb up there? Eh?

Did you sit up there, on the balcony?

It's possible. Yes, I think so.

Whenever I have handcuffs on, my tongue gets dry.

When we talked to that girl, we had no idea Julia Durer was dead.

We don't read the papers.

What happened, then?

Later on, when we found out about it,

we were scared shitless.

When you're high, you'll do just about anything.

Some people think they can fly.

I might've killed her and not even realized it.

- And then? - When we left, we were still out of it.

We didn't see Julia, or anybody else.

Only those two women knew we'd been here.

One of them was the accused.

And when we heard she was under arrest, I thought...

I thought about...

Yes, I thought about...

Shutting them both up, permanently.

And you did, one of them.

It was easy to kill Joan, she came looking for you.

Joan went looking for him,

since their presence here proves your innocence.

Yes, she told me so over the phone.

If these two were in the house during the crime as in your wife's dream,

that means Durer couldn't have been killed by someone who read her notes.

Someone else came in.

There was no set-up, as your father-in-law thought.

Those brand-new boots were a gift from these two.

We wanted to bring Julia something, and she chose them.

Dr Kerr, is it possible for someone to lie to their psychoanalyst?

- Lie in what sense, Inspector? - Lie by omission.

A person can lie by omission.

Suppose, for example, there was someone else in this house that night.

And that Carol is trying to cover for them? Is that it?

Hello?

Yes, right away. It's for you, Inspector. It's Brandon.

Yes, Inspector, I'm calling from Brighton.

The old man has killed himself.

Yes, he left a note. Says he's the one who killed Durer.

The Coroner's already working on it. Then we'll take the body away.

Well, Inspector, at this point I'd say the investigatiors closed.

I had a lot of respect for your father.

Now I just feel pity.

- At least if I knew why he did it... - But you do know why, Mrs Hammond.

And I do, too.

Remember when I came to Greenfield?

I was so close to the truth.

Your father came in while we were talking.

He heard all of my questions and all of your answers.

Mrs Hammond,

do you think you husband knew about that phone call?

It's possible.

- So you're not sure? - No, Inspector.

- Did your father talk to you about it? - Yes, my father did.

No, it wasrt your father,

or he would've told you your husband was present.

You didn't know that.

No, your father didn't tell you about that phone call,

nor was it your husband, nor Deborah, nor Joan.

No, it wasrt anyone of them.

So then who, Mrs Hammond?

I don't remember.

There was only one person who knew.

The only person who could have told you was Mrs Smith...

...Julia Durer.

I've never spoken to that woman in my life.

Except in your dreams.

In real life you didn't know Durer,

and for now we've no evidence you did.

But we do have something.

Psychoanalysis. Your sessions with Dr Kerr.

When I learned of your father's suicide, I asked your psychoanalyst, Dr Kerr...

Is it possible for a patient to lie to their psychoanalyst?

Yes, it's possible.

In a case like that, the problem is usually so deep that it comes out

only gradually, from the patient's subconscious.

In other words, you were Julia Durer's lover.

In real life, Mrs Hammond, not in your dreams.

But you were positive you'd never be blamed for her death,

because no one ever suspected anything about your relationship.

You went to visit he that night, knowing she'd be alone.

And you killed her.

You realized the two hippies were there only after you'd already done it.

Soon as you saw them, you lost your cool and ran.

That's why you left your things, covered in you prints, near the body.

There was no way you could've known they were so full of drugs,

they couldn't see anything.

You didn't know they were blind witnesses.

All your errors arise from that.

It's true they didn't know you,

but one day they could have recognized you

and accused you as the killer.

When you ran into them, you followed them.

You had to silence them,

or forget about being found not guilty for reasons of temporary insanity.

That was your hope.

You invented the dream to tell to Dr Kerr,

who would then be the custodian of your psychoanalytic alibi.

The perfect alibi to justify the murder you'd committed.

You were at Durer's mercy,

a very capable woman without scruples.

The phone call for your father, when your husband was present,

was regarding you, Mrs Hammond. It could only be about you.

You are about to run for election, isn't that true, Mr Brighton?

Then you'll have to be very careful of scandals.

I have a story to sell to you or a newspaper,

a dirty little story about someone in your family.

Someone close to you...

I'll give you the money.

Your father refused to admit that you could be the killer.

He couldn't conceive of it and tried desperately to find another answer.

But destiny decided that he, along with me, would know the truth,

and he chose to kill himself, but not before incriminating himself.

You intentionally killed Durer, and by doing so, killed your own father.

Unfortunately, you can only be punished for the lesser of your two crimes.

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