La coda dello scorpione (1971) Script

Hello, this is Lisa.

Yes, it's alright.

Yes, his plane will be leaving in a few minutes.

You know I'm dying to see you.

Then hurry, darling. I'll be waiting. Bye.


Hello? Who's calling?

Yes.

Air disaster! No survivors!

Read all about the great air disaster. No survivors!

Thanks, guvnor.

Yes? 'Mr. Brenton, 'Mrs. Baumer's here to see you.'

Fine. Show her in, would you?

Madam.

Good morning, Mrs. Baumer. I'm Mr. Brenton.

Morning.

Won't you sit down?

I do hope, Mrs. Baumer, that you're well now.

Yes.

Good. Now, you told me when I called you that you were unaware of the existence of any insurance policy of your husband's in your favor.

You'll forgive me if I say so, but I find that rather odd, Mrs. Baumer.

My husband and I had been more or less separated.

I know. Your poor husband traveled a great deal.

He went often to Athens.

You see, his head office was there.

Don't judge me too badly. He was much older than me.

The policy is in your favor in the amount of $1 million.

A million dollars? That's right, almost £400,000.

You're saying that I'm the beneficiary of $1 million?

Exactly. Our office in Athens will have everything ready for you within a fortnight, and it will be necessary for you to go there in person to collect your money.

That's all, Mrs. Baumer.

Well, on behalf of my company, I would like to offer our condolences for the loss of your husband.

That's most kind of you.

Goodbye.

Get Peter Lynch on the private phone.


Hello? I've just been there.

I'm at a payphone.

You mustn't try calling me at the house. You know that, dear.

No, not for a few days yet.

I cash the policy in Athens.

But I go tomorrow.

It's for us. If...

No, somewhere else.

That place where we used to meet.

Meet me there, then. Bye, darling.


Philip, let go of me. Leave me alone!

What else do you want from me?

Don't you worry, Lisa. I don't want any part of you.

You destroyed whatever love I had in me.

You can deceive somebody else now.

Oh? Then why are you bothering me now?

And look what's become of you, too!

I was doing alright before I met you, Lisa.

No horse or acid.

My mind still clicks, though. I've been thinking about the two of us.

I could ruin you.

And why should I be afraid of you?

I've got the proof that you wanted to be rid of your husband.

Have you forgotten what you wrote to me? I've still got your letter.

What I wrote to you never mentioned killing him.

Reading it today, the police might start thinking.

Now we have a plane accident and your husband's body's missing, and there's a nice bundle of life insurance in your favor.

Then go to the police.

Why fight it?

Is it worth the risk?

Alright, how much will it cost? The cost of travel's gone up.

I need three fixes a day and prices are rising.

Here's £100.

You'll get another 100 when I get the letter.

I said that's all I had. The rest will have to wait.

Mm-mm.

£500 more.

Then I promise you, you won't ever hear from your old friend Philip again.


Lisa?

The letter.

There was a man.


Kalimera, madam.

You have a reservation for Lisa Baumer.

Yes, Mrs. Baumer.

Please sign here.

Here we are, sir, room 425. Would you sign in, please?

Boy, please.

Thank you.


Will you allow me?

Would you mind if I joined you? I can't seem to find a table.

Please do. Thank you.

You know, I have a feeling it was destiny that brought me in here to meet you tonight.

Ah, more than destiny, I would say it was your profession, Mr. Lynch.

I hear you're an investigator for Insurance International.

I believe that you mean to investigate me.

Isn't that right?

Oh, today nobody has any privacy anymore.

I should have known.

Yes, alright, Dimitri.

Please, this way.

Allow me.

You're mistaken about me.

I might have deceived my husband, but I didn't kill him.

Mrs. Baumer?

A message for you.

I must leave you now. Don't get up.

Taxi? Yes, thank you.


I trust the setting I've chosen doesn't bother you, but it is most apropos to play a farce or play a tragedy.

Wouldn't you say so?

Are you Lara? Yes, sit down.

See here, I'm not in the habit of socializing with my late husband's mistresses.

So why don't you get to the point? And don't waste my time.

That depends on you.

Yes.

Sharif, look who we have.

This is Mrs. Baumer, Kurt's widow.

Sharif is my lawyer. I asked him to be present.

I hope you don't mind.

I mind? But what do you want to talk about?

I'll give it to you straight and I won't mince words.

We knew that when you showed up here you were going to collect on Kurt's life.

A million dollars!

Only if that investigator doesn't go too far.

Just what do you want?

I want half of that life insurance of yours.

That's enough. I don't have to listen to that.

You'll listen, Mrs. Baumer. There's a lot more.

Kurt and I were going to be married, and he was going to change the beneficiary of that policy.

You knew that. That's why you killed him.

And I have the proof that I want.

You're mad. The insurance money is mine, and no court in the world would give you any right to it.

Don't bet on it.

We have other ways of persuading you, don't we, Sharif?

Hm. So, Mrs. Baumer, I'd make a deal if I were you.

A beautiful girl's body can change overnight, and a pretty face.

What if those were gone?

And what use would your money be then?

You... you... you wouldn't!

Oh, I wouldn't? Of course, there's really no need for violence.

I could simply denounce you.

Then the authorities would want to know more and your pretty murder plan, Mrs. Baumer, is all shot.

All shot.

Well, now, there's still one way that you can avoid that.

If you play your cards just right and you're prepared to be generous, OK.

Otherwise you'll force us to talk.

Now, what will it be?

I...

Sharif, stop her.

Hurry!


Don't let her get away!

Well, don't tell me the play was that bad. Oh, please help me.

Sure. Anything to oblige.

Come on, let's go to the police. No, the hotel.

Mr. Lynch, may I ask you to forget what you saw?

Sure, but may I explain... Tomorrow.

Please explain tomorrow.

Hm. Good night. Good night.

And I want to thank you for all you did tonight.

I don't like to insist, Mrs. Baumer, but it'd be safer not to cash your check in Athens.

Can't you wait till you're in London?

Then you can transfer it wherever you wish.

And I repeat, I much prefer to cash it.

Will you kindly sign here, here and here?

Our bank would be pleased to pay you whenever you'd care to drop by.

I've already notified them. Thank you.

Yes, all cash, all in new bills.

700,000, 800,000, 900,000, and one million.

Well, Mrs. Baumer, I believe that's all.

Good morning. Madam, good day.

Uh, wait for me here for a few minutes.

Morning. May I help you?

Yes. When does the next plane leave for Tokyo?

Uh, let's see.

Ah, here we are. There's one tonight at nine and then one at 6am tomorrow.

I want a first-class ticket. I'll be leaving tonight.

There's nobody home. The caretaker left.

I guess you just missed him. And he's gone for the day.

Thanks.


Paolo? 'No, this is the operator.

'I'm trying your Tokyo call now.' Yes, hurry, please.

'Go ahead.' Paolo?

Paolo? 'Hello? Lisa?'

Is that you? 'Yes. How did it go?'

All finished. 'Good.'

I'll be on the plane that leaves here at nine.

'Wonderful. Shall I meet you at the airport?' Yes. Bye, darling.

Could you tell me if Mrs. Baumer has come down yet?

No, sir, but I can't call her since she asked us not to before 7:30.

Porter? 'Yes, madam.'

I'd like you to order a taxi for 8:20. I'm leaving tonight.

'Are you checking out?' Yes.


No!

No! No! No!

Better ring her again and tell her her taxi is here, waiting for her.

Her room doesn't answer.

Here is my key. Efharisto.

Thank you. Night.

Well, she could've gone out earlier this evening.

Yes, perhaps, but I don't believe so.

You see, she called down around seven and ordered a taxi from the porter for 8:20.

Well, let's have a look in her room.

Come along.

Mrs. Baumer?

Mrs. Baumer?

Wait here, please.

Approximate time of death, Doctor? Between 7 and 7:30.

Alright, that's enough. No more photographs.

Get a sheet over her.

Yeah, might have been a sex maniac alright, but there's also $1 million we mustn't forget.

From what I understand, Mr. Lynch, you seemed interested in that girl, didn't you? and you flew on her plane to Athens.

I work for the police.

Now, do you care to answer my question?

She was being threatened. Someone was after her.

There was a man who tried to knife her in the back in an old theater downtown.

Hm. Who?

I'd like to know myself, and I'll find that man some way.

Mrs. Baumer wouldn't tell me anything.

There was a man who's tall, heavyset, and a woman, a blonde or maybe a redhead.

I didn't have much time to observe her.

And you don't know any more?

No.

Your activities yesterday, Mr. Lynch?

I lunched at my hotel. Around three I placed a call to London.

I waited an hour and a half for it in the bar.

Who did you speak to on that long-distance call?

To Mr. Brenton.

He is the London office manager for Insurance International Limited.

What is your relationship with Brenton and Insurance International?

That of servant to his master, I guess you could say.

I've been working for them as an investigator for 11 years.

I was investigating that woman to find any responsibility she could've had for that aircraft accident.

After making your call, what followed?

I left my hotel and went to our offices here in Athens.

There they told me that Lisa Baumer had received a check for $1 million and that she went straight to our bank to cash it.

Well, then, that explains your activities so far.

Go on.

About five I took a stroll in the park.

I was there a couple of hours.

Mr. Lynch, I would say your alibi would explain where you were only up to the time you went to the park.

As an investigator, I more than agree with you, but then accusing me is too easy.

Well, let's say we can rarely judge by appearances.

You recall your Plato, Mr. Lynch?

Very badly.

Hm.

Well, I must ask you to come along with me.

Haven't you finished with me by now?

You might have told me someone tried to run over you yesterday.

If I let you leave our country so easily, I'd be neglecting my duty.

I wouldn't have you do that.

Besides, I like Greece. My mother's father was from here.

He lived in Patras. How very interesting.

Ah. Hello, Stavros.

Morning.

Our people in London confirmed that Lynch is here in Athens working for Insurance International, watching Lisa Baumer.

He's hard-working, co-operative.

And, I trust, with me.

I'll be glad to co-operate if I know who you are.

John Stanley. I'm with Interpol.

I've been assigned to the same case, too. I hope we can work well together.

Come on.

Ah, here they are.

Later.

Are you going to charge Mr. Lynch?

No comment.

Later, please.

Before I can tell you anything I have to catch him.

They are not very co-operative, those policemen.

For a murderer he certainly has a great face.

You don't seem to be lacking in spirit.

We all mask our desperation as best we can.

You recall your Oscar Wilde?

Who's he? Gentlemen, this is no time to joke.

Now, we know Baumer's plane blew up while it was flying over the Pacific.

There was no record, so we can't prove it was murder and we're all in the dark.

Or maybe there was an accident.

Besides, why did the murdered girl insist that you pay her all that money in cash and why her big hurry to plane out to Tokyo?

And whoever robbed that million dollars I'm sure knows what happened on that plane as well.

Uh, you, Peter, when you went the other night to follow Mrs. Baumer, you said that a man was trying to kill her.

You mentioned a woman, too. They were in a theater.

Our police are investigating those two leads.

You at Interpol could find out who Lisa was going to see in Tokyo.

Just before she was killed, she made a long phone call.

In fact, I already checked that for you.

The number she called was traced rather easily.

A public one, so I'm afraid we'll never find out on that score.

Alright, then, find out if some friend might have left London for Tokyo.

I gave the lady's note to Mrs. Baumer at this table.

She was sitting with the man in this newspaper.

Well, I'm much obliged.


Police.

Anyone might show me a pass like that.

But mine's a real one. Hm.

Well, come in.

What do you want?

I've been wondering just what it is that you want.

Could it be $1 million from Lisa Baumer?

I never murdered anyone.

Did I say you did?

Do you mind if I sit down? Please do.


I know you did it. You and that man murdered Lisa Baumer.

You and your friend murdered Lisa.

And don't pretend you don't know me, cos I saw you with him in that theater.

I don't know what you're talking about. The hell you don't. You're lying.

It's not a lie. You'll bet it is.

You killed her for that $1 million, didn't you?

Confess it. You're crazy.

I didn't know the company had paid her yet or that she'd cashed all that money.

And besides, I wouldn't have known that. You...

Hold it. This sort of questioning isn't used anymore, even by the police, Peter.

It's good you're here. This woman's the one.

With that man at the theater who tried to knife me.

He's some kind of a nut. I don't know what he's talking about.

What theater?

You never personally met Lisa Baumer?

No.

Kurt told me about her.

We were going to get married.

He was so busy, though he wanted to change his will.

She found out and made his plane fall.

I was glad to hear she was murdered.

But I wasn't the one. I know.

And that man you followed wasn't the one who tried to cut my head off.

He must've been peeling a pear when his knife slipped away.

Now listen, Sherlock Holmes, I don't know who you are or who's out to get you, so you're not my problem, you see?

Mr. Lynch is an investigator for the insurance company that paid $1 million to Mrs. Baumer.

Why don't you search the flat? That money's got to be here someplace, or with your friend who tried to kill me. That's Inspector Stavros's job.

Peter, do you know why anyone would want to kill you?

No, I really don't. I was just following you.

I figured that sooner or later you would catch up with her.

And you did.

Well, whoever it was, we know now.

He's thrown down the gauntlet of war.


Hello?

No.

No, he's not here yet.

Who is this?

Who's calling?

Hello?

My key, please. Oh, yes, sir, right away.

Here you are, sir.

Mr. Lynch, while you were out, a young lady came by and left this for you.


Ah, there you are, Mr. Lynch.

It would seem you keep yourself in practice.

What? Oh, I'm sorry.

It was a rather tasteless joke.

May I sit down, please? Go ahead.

The usual for me, thanks.

Do you always eat in the same place?

Why not? Besides, I don't lunch every day.

Then today it's my pleasure.

You know, my newspaper would pay you well for an exclusive.

Are we lunching for business or for pleasure?

Oh, we could easily do both, I'd say.

You, I've been told, almost had your head cut off yesterday, isn't that right?

Ah, yes. But since I'm not actually a policeman, my friend Inspector Stavros won't do much about it.

I don't think Lisa Baumer's murderer was the one who went for you.

Why not? Well, if I robbed a million dollars I'd be very law-abiding.

Well, maybe he was afraid of being caught.

Or you might know something that could send him to the gallows.

All the information I had on Mrs. Baumer I repeated in detail at the police station to clear myself.

No, no, that wasn't it.

It's got to be something to do with you.

I would say something that you'd forgotten, a small detail, or a conversation you had with someone.

Whatever it is, the killer's afraid.

Well? What do you think?

I don't know.

Whatever I've overlooked or can't recall just could be the answer to this case.

Why did she want that $1 million all in cash?

Besides, who was that man whom she was supposed to meet in Tokyo?

Just what was their relationship?

One of her men or an accomplice.

Or maybe her husband's not dead at all.

But he was on that plane.

But you're not really sure, are you? That's too far out.

You know, you're wrong.

You believe I'm gonna follow this Baumer case and solve it in the end.

Well, I'm sick of working for the dead and as soon as Stavros lets me leave, I'll start working for the living. In fact, why wait?

This is one part of the interview that I won't put in that story of mine.

Oh, no! Look at that, Cléo.

Oh, Peter!

So this is how the police work in Greece now?

But why would they do it? They were searching for the money.

But why would they rip up the whole mattress?

Don't you understand?

The police really think I was the one who murdered that girl and they hoped to find that money hidden in the room somewhere.

No, this isn't the work of the police. No?

They've torn the whole room up, as if they hated everything.

Look at these curtains.

What could one hide inside that? Why, it's all completely torn.

Are you changing rooms? Mm. Besides, darling, the bed was squeaky.

I trust you'll like this room, sir.

That's alright. I'll take care of the clothes. Thank you.

Alright. Sir, we would like to express... Express it tomorrow.

If there's anything you want, just ring. Good night.

The way things have been going for me lately, I've got a feeling just changing rooms isn't gonna help much.

I'd better change hotels, country, job.

Well, life is a gamble, as they say, like love.

There are those who win, though more often we lose.

And you, do you play to win?

I have nothing to lose.

A woman can lose her heart.

What about me? Let's play together.

We might both win.

I always prefer to put gambling before everything else.

It's gotten us nowhere, not even killing that junkie in London.

We should have acted faster with Lisa. Someone got to her before we could.

I was sure it was that Englishman who murdered her and stole the money.

I don't think so. We seem to have guessed wrong again.

I know, I know. I'll meet you tomorrow at the usual place.

Alright. Good night.


Who's there?

Who is it?


'Hello?' Sharif, come here, right away.

Someone's trying to break down the door. Please hurry.

'I'll be right over.'


No! No! No!


Yes?

This is she.

What? Another one?

Who are you speaking to?

I'll be there.

Well, I just forgot to tell you.

Because I didn't plan to be here all night.

Yes, I'm on my way.

My office. There was another killing tonight.

They think the murderer was the same one who killed Lisa Baumer.

But why does Lisa Baumer tie in? I don't know. He didn't go into details.

Sorry to go, but they're always looking for an excuse to fire a girl.

The night man's always complaining that covering riots and murders isn't work for a woman.

The bureau chief likes me, though.

Did they tell you who the victim was?

Yes, Lara Fratis, or was it Florakis?

So long.

Here are the results of the autopsies.

Lisa Baumer.

Abdominal puncture and cut to the depth of the peritoneum, extending from the left of the umbilicus to the xiphisternum.

A cut in the form of an S on the interior left portion of the victim's neck.

Lara Florakis.

Abdominal wounds similar to the other victim's.

A deep incision at the base of the neck approximately the same as the one shown before.

Abad Sharif.

Cut on posterior of right leg in the area of the malleolus.

Cut on both hands of the metacarpus before the last four phalanges.

Alright.

Thank you.

That will be all.

I believe we're dealing with an expert professional.

Rarely have I seen such meticulous work.

Well...

You were investigating that girl.

Doesn't Interpol have an opinion?

Mm.

I don't believe that catching the murderer of those people is the job of Interpol.

In my opinion, the murderer's a sex maniac.

Sex maniac who kills men and women and makes off with $1 million?

Well, even a sex maniac must pay his laundry bill.

Hm.

Ah, I see Insurance International allows their investigators rather liberal expense accounts, Mr. Lynch.

Yes, but I have to work on Saturdays. Ah, no English weekend.

This morning my men reported to me that someone last night ransacked your room.

Huh. Well, if it hadn't been for the fact that you two had been breaking all those big news stories about the missing $1 million, I wonder how many others would've been breaking into my room.

Well, we didn't tear up a room. We try and work as neatly as we can.

Oh, Mr. Stanley, I forgot to thank you last night for calling me.

Glad I could help you.

Ah. Then it was you who called Cléo's office.

Yes, I told them where to reach you.

Yeah, because you'd been spying, I suppose.

You're still a suspect. My call was a courtesy, that's all.

It shouldn't bother you too much, especially with that butcher prowling around.

Yes, though it will be difficult to capture and by now all the clues you had have disappeared.

No, there's still one you forgot to mention, and it's the one which will lead us to him.

All airports, roads and trains are under control.

He'll find it's hard to move out all those dollars, pretty hard.

Oh, sure, Stanley, that's perfectly true, but he might put all that money in his mattress and sleep like a baby till you get tired.

No, Lynch, I would doubt that.

Because when a man kills for money like this one does, it's pretty unlikely he'd wait even a month.

I would say that I agree with Mr. Stanley.

That money will make our man easy to find.

Meanwhile, don't leave the country. You don't have to worry about that.


Like them? Oh, yes, they're lovely.

They're just what I wanted.

Oh, by the way, don't forget to hide the keys if you have to leave before I get back to town.

I've got a layover in Bangkok.

That might be for me.

Would you get it, please?

Hello?

Yes, he got in this morning.

I'll call him.

It's for you, dear.

I've got to go now. Goodbye. I don't want to miss my flight.

So long. Thanks for everything.

Hey, you'll make me spill the goulash.

Besides, there's a time and a place for everything.

Try it.

Do you like it?

What is it? Maybe more paprika?

No, it's great.

Mm.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Darling, as a cook you're much better in the bedroom.

Oh, Peter.


There's somebody at the window.

What the hell?

What are you looking for?

Nothing. I was just coming to ask you to move your car. It's blocking the garage.

I'll bet, I'll bet! Well, I'll go out and move it.

Bu the next time you want anything, you'd do well to ring at the front door, cos if I catch you peeping in here again, you'll regret it.

Ah. It was my fault. My car was blocking his.

I'll go and move it.

Don't you move, huh?


What time is it?

The best time in my life.

Oh, I'm sorry, darling, but I've got a pile of photos to develop for tomorrow.

No, stay here.

But we can't make love forever!

Why not? Anyway, we could try.

And afterwards you can give me some more of your good cooking and we can start all over again.

Now, now. Be serious.

My dear, I've never been more serious in my life.

It may be funny, but now I know that a man reaches a point when he must decide whether to live or just go on existing and whether he wants to be a slave anymore, to be free and sail...

...all over the world before he's too old to enjoy it.

When? I don't know.

Not this year.

Ah, who knows? Maybe next.

Well?

How about coming along as my first mate?

But we need some money to live like that.

Yeah, I forgot, but would you go along?

Well, let me get back to my work and we can make some.

Listen, would you go with me if I did have the money?

I don't know.

Then back to work, slave!

Bye. So long.

Call me tomorrow.


Oh, what's wrong with the light?


Who's that?


Cléo?

Open the door. I forgot the keys to my car.

Cléo?

Hey, open up!

What's the matter? Come oo, open up.

Peter, help me!

Oh, God, Peter, hurry!

Cléo!

Cléo!

No, don't go, Peter. He'll kill you. Don't go!

Cléo!

Oh, Peter. There, there now.

He tried to kill me.

Oh, darling, hold me.

It's alright now. It's alright. I'm here.

Let me see.

It's not serious, thank God.

Now, wait here and I'll call the police.

Now, don't worry.

Police Inspector Stavros?

You must try and find him and tell him the murderer has tried to kill again.

Another woman, Cléo Dupont.

And please rush an ambulance to Korenakis Street, 12.

Peter Lynch.

Oh, Peter, don't leave me. There now. There, there.

That fiend could come back.

Don't you worry. He's too yellow to attack anything but women.

Listen, could you recognize him? Could you identify him?

No. It was too dark and he was masked.

I only could see his black hand, holding a dagger.

Oh, God. I've never been so afraid in my whole life.

Try to calm down. Why did he want to kill me?

Try to calm down. It's all over now.


Stand back please, Miss.

No, Mr. Lynch. You stay and help me.

Now, what do you know? She's in shock. I think I'd better go.

That's what a hospital's for. Let's go.


Is Miss Dupont alright? Yes, sir.

I had to break down the door.

When the man attacking her saw me, he fled through the window.

The wires were cut.

The man entered the room while the girl was developing her film.

Right. Somebody who knew that apartment, able in a few seconds to find that fuse.

Are you insinuating that I'm the one who assaulted her?

You're right, I sure do.

And it's odd, each time there's a murder, you're there.

You must be crazy.

I was outside breaking down the door while that man was in here trying to kill Cléo.

Alright, that's enough.

Calm down.

Fortunately the girl wasn't murdered, and she'll tell us her version.

Yeah, maybe we'll get to the bottom of this if she can identify the man who attacked her.

Alright, look for fingerprints. They never find anything.

I can't stomach German wine. They'll find my prints all over the room.

Yes, I know, but they always hope to turn up others.

Yours?

No.

Could belong to the murderer.

Seems to have been done by hand.


No, I'm sorry. It's difficult to tell from a picture, sir.

If you brought me the real one, I might. No, I'm sorry. I don't have it.

Do you have any idea where that cufflink was manufactured?

I mean, do they make that sort of thing in Athens?

Or do you have any idea where it was made?

Are you with the police?

Oh, no. Well?

I don't know where it was made, because the piece was made in filigree. Most of that is done in the Middle East.

Our goldsmiths don't do it anymore.

My guess is Turkey, or Iran, but I really don't know.

Well, thank you very much.

I warned Mrs. Baumer that it was dangerous to take cash for a check for $1 million.

Yes, but if the murder of Lara Florakis is tied up with that $1 million, what possible reason could there have been to try to kill Cléo Dupont?

Well, I don't know. I would let the police figure that one out.

And listen, I might add that if you don't find that money you won't be fired. We don't expect miracles.

I was hoping that between us we might find that one forgotten fact that could aid in solving the case.

I guess not.

I say, sir, would you have any photographs of Kurt Baumer?

Miss Anagnos, do we have a picture of Kurt Baumer?

The newspaper published one. It must be down in the press office.

Well, tell them to give a copy to Mr. Lynch.

He can pick it up on his way out. Right away, sir.

Probably won't help much, but anyway, it's worth a try.

Right. Good luck.

Yes? Hello.

Cléo! Are you better?

You mean, you're out today? When, then?

Tomorrow?

I'll bring you home, then, OK?

But of course I do.

But what do you mean by that?

Hello?

Who are you?

If you're there on a police visit, alright, but don't you forget that Cléo's mine.

You seem to be full of pleasantries today, Lynch.

Maybe you ought to conserve that good mood of yours and save those jokes for me at my office this morning.

Let's say in ten minutes, hm?

Yes, yes. I'll give you enough time to go to the bathroom.

And you can shave!

Must be his odd British sense of humor.

Why are you down on Peter Lynch? Are you mad because he saved my life?

I confess, I can't stand that...

That man's odd British sense of humor?

Your hands. Is that all?

What's that?

I want you to show me your hands.

May I ask what you're looking for?

I want to read your future.

That Dupont girl bit the murderer's hand.

Yes, that's right, and she also said the man she bit was wearing gloves on both hands.

For a bite like that she'd need a pair of fangs.

Why don't you inspect his hand while you're at it or am I the only one who is being grilled here?

I'm always glad to oblige.

A straight cut isn't any proof of his innocence.

The killer could easily disguise the bite marks by making a cut that was longer and deeper.

If you've finished with these foolish deductions, Mr. Lynch, you may go now.

I'd be glad to. I just hope you're finished with yours.

'We're now reporting on that theft of $1 million

'which has taken the lives of three victims.

'Our police have come up with nothing as yet.

'And according to a police official who was interviewed today, 'the attempted murder of the journalist Cléo Dupont

'would seem to have a connection with the case involving the Baumers.

'The police also announced that they are investigating an important new clue

'which the assailant left behind in the apartment of the foreign correspondent

'on the night he attempted to murder her.

'And police detectives say they hope this will soon lead to solving the killer's identity.

'Inspector Stavros, the officer in charge of the investigation, 'refused to make any comment on the progress of the case.

'Well, that's the top of the news from here, ladies and gentlemen. Good night.'

'This concludes our report for you on world and local news.

'And now we invite you to stay with us

'to watch a special program by our roving reporter in America.'

'This is Viktor Damaskinos, 'reporting tonight from Hollywood, California, 'that land of make-believe and contradiction.

'It's Thanksgiving Day here in America and Hollywood is celebrating it

'in its own spectacular fashion.

'Girls, girls, girls.

'Thousands of the prettiest girls in this golden state

'have assembled in Los Angeles

'and are parading down floodlit Hollywood Boulevard.

'Those of you who follow me on my travels have seen the wonders of New York, 'the giant industries of Pittsburgh and Detroit, 'the raw energy of Chicago and the vastness of the Great Plains, 'but tonight is something different.

'Here we have a demonstration of the fresh beauty of America's youth, 'representing high schools and colleges from all over vast southern California.

'The music you hear comes from the combined bands

'of ten high schools and three universities, 'conducted by the band leader of the University of Southern California.

'This is indeed a feast of sound and light, 'of color and animation.

'Giant balloons illuminated by search lights

'flood both sides of the street

'and the crowd roars its appreciation of this great parade.'

'Yes, ladies and gentlemen, as you can see, 'America is still young, and it is indeed a pleasure

'to see these young people so full of life and energy.'

Paolo?

Where are you?

Hey.


Do you mind telling me what's wrong with you?

I don't know, I feel something's missing somewhere, like I might be on the verge of something important, though I just can't put it in focus.

If you let me, maybe I could help you.

Cléo.

You have an enlarger in the house, don't you?

Sure I do.

It's very grainy, but we ought to be able to make it out.


So, you see, Inspector, this should also explain the death of that steward, the man who called Lisa and who flew back here from Tokyo.

I suppose so, and Kurt Baumer might still be alive, and if we wait long enough, he could turn up.

It's possible, but dangerous, I'd say, to wait.

Still, I'll accept it for the moment.

Then why don't we examine their hypothesis?

Over a year ago, Kurt Baumer took out a life insurance policy for $1 million, payable upon death.

We believe the man who flew out and who, we believe, was someone other than Kurt Baumer was unaware that his valise had a time bomb hidden in it.

The plane fell down, Lisa arrives in Athens, though we don't know if she's in on it or not.

We both believe that Lisa was murdered by her husband because he wanted to be rid of her.

A perfect crime.

Who would suspect him?

But Lara Florakis knew it.

I think she must have, because if Baumer were aware that she and her lawyer knew that he was alive, he'd have to kill her and that steward who must've helped him.

But surely our man must've had some sort of motive for trying to murder Cléo.

Yes, I must admit, that's the one point I can't figure out.

Well, maybe he wanted an innocent victim to make believe he was a maniac.

No.

His aim wasn't that.

If Peter hadn't returned before that man murdered Cléo, we might well have committed a grave miscarriage of justice.

Yes, sir, because the man who tried to kill her wanted to cast suspicion on Lynch.

I might add, he was very successful at it.

Yes.

Well, what do you think?

Well, it's plausible, I'd say.

Well, I was thinking Lynch might help us solve the case if he'd let the killer think he's still under suspicion.

How would you like to play a wanted man?

Hm. The boat's still in Piraeus.

I might pull out and pretend to escape.

And you might fake a search for me.

Darling, you must take me along with you for the fresh air.

It's what the doctor said I needed.

Why not?

I think it would be much better.

Do you have a radio telephone on board?

Oh, yes. Good.

It's very important that we keep in touch with each other, hm?

Alright. This piece goes here.

Well, you've found the piece.

That was a tough puzzle, but it's solved now.

Maybe you two should start this great escape through the back door.

Goodbye. Hello? Yes, in one minute.

This way? Yes.

Just one more thing, Inspector.

I hope that you will give me an exclusive.

I'd say you had an exclusive on Peter Lynch.

Alright.

Please sit down.


Do you see what it means to be free?

Yes, it's wonderful.

We live on love and follow the sun and the stars.

I wish we could be like this forever.

What do you want?

Good morning. Is this Mr. Baumer's house?

It was, but after Mr. Baumer was killed, the bank took possession of it.

Bank?

Didn't he have heirs? I don't know, but I know he owed the bank money, so they took over the house.

Would you let me have a look inside?

I'd be much obliged.

Alright.

Come in, yes. Thank you.

Did you work for Mr. Baumer long?

Yes, I was his orderly in the army during the last war.

You know, after all we went through together, it's hard to believe that he's dead.

Hey, Peter, why are you bringing that sack with you?

It's a net for the fish I catch.

I'll be right back.

Hey, while you're waiting, will you fix a nice lunch for us?

So long.

Alright.


Well, darling, did you catch your whale?

No, it's poor fishing.

I'd better try tomorrow.

Yes, this might be the answer to it.

I'd say it's the biggest break we've had.

We'd better move fast.


You're much too curious, Cléo.

For years I investigated cases of insurance fraud and recovered the money for my company with nothing more than a pat on the back for my efforts.

When I saw that policy of Baumer's for $1 million I decided it was my ticket to break out of the net I was in and live the way I always wanted.

Investigating the Baumers, I learned Lisa often cheated on her husband, so, to cast suspicion on her, I took an airline steward into my plans who was hungry for money and women, to become her lover.

The only hitch was that Lisa fell in love with him.

I had to act fast, for if Kurt found out, he could cancel or change the policy.

I was suspicious when Lisa cashed that check and booked for Tokyo, and I didn't know Lara Florakis had similar plans to mine.

You...

Why did you use me like that, and kill and rob?

What are you going to do now?

Well, I wanted to take you away with me.

But that depends. I never wanted you to know, Cléo.

But if it wasn't you that night, Peter, who was that man, then?

That man was my partner, the same man who arranged Kurt's death in that plane crash.

I was forced then to finish him off before he might blackmail me.

But first it was necessary for him to bring me some cufflinks he had made in Turkey like the ones you photographed.

Pretty neat, eh?

You bastard.

You must be crazy!

Cléo!

Cléo!

Open that hatch. What are you trying to do?

Listen, Cléo, open up. Don't be a fool.

Hello. Hello. If anyone can hear me... Get away from that radio.

...please call the police.

Please hurry!

Call Inspector Stavros or John Stanley.

This is Cléo Dupont.

Oh, I need your help!

I'm on Lynch's boat.

It's off the island of Lemnos.

I know now who he is.

Peter is the killer.

He'll murder me.

You have to turn the switch on or it won't transmit.

No one will ever catch me and you, you'll stay here with me.

We have a million dollars, Cléo.

Why were you so curious, darling?

Peter, you're mentally ill. You know that, dear.

You can get cured, though, you'll see.

Don't ever say that. Don't. Don't make me angry.


All we know is where they reported from yesterday.

It will be hard to find them. There are so many islands.

They could be anywhere within 50 miles of us.


No!

Please!


Cléo?


Cléo?

You're safe now. It's all over.

And Peter?

He's gone.

To a place where no policeman can reach him.

Peter was mad, you know.

I was a fool to trust him.

And you saved me.

Well, how did you find out about him?

Baumer's cufflinks.

No, they're a facsimile.

While we were questioning a hostess who was a friend of the murdered steward, I noticed something odd.

She was wearing a pin similar to the one found in your apartment.

But the hostess said a steward had brought her the pin from Turkey.

When I found the same pair of cufflinks in the house of Kurt Baumer, we knew a trick was involved and the one in your apartment had been planted there.

The only one who could do that was Peter.

We needed to find the money to nail down the case.

Yes.

But we only found it thanks to you.

Goodbye, Nurse. Thank you.

Good luck. Thank you, Doctor.

Now, when you come back here one day, I'd begin covering fashion instead of murders if I were you I guess I should.

Thanks again.

Have a good trip. Bye.

Bye, Inspector.

Oh, John, you're still in town.

I was told you flew out of Athens yesterday.

Well, before I went anywhere, I was waiting, for a beautiful day and a beautiful girl.