Neues vom Hexer Page #3

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Yes. I was afraid,

that would be happening.

Were you not afraid?

Mr. Bailey.

Am I too late?

Mr. Bailey.

Take care of him, please.

Then I was too late.

How do you mean that, Mr. Bailey?

- Why are you here, Dr. Mills?

Lady Aston called for me.

- I see.

I have to tell you someting, Inspector.

- Yes?

The killer of Lady Curtain is...

is Archie Moore.

- Why?

He showed up about an hour ago.

He admitted killing Lord Curtain,

and threatened to kill Lady Curtain as well

if she won't help him to escape.

He demanded money. He said

either escape or suicide.

You didn't take him for serious?

- No, I rushed him out.

He seemed desperate but

I didn't expect him to show up!

I tried to call you, Inspector,

but you were unavailable.

I worried and came over.

- Why didn't you use a phone instead?

Excellent objection! Gotta go.

It looks, Inspector,

there will be another corpse.

- Whose corpse would that be, Sir?

Mr. Moores.

His threat wasn't completely idle.

Except for his suicide. Good night.

- Don't feel well, Mr. Bailey?

No, not really.

- Yes, I see why.

May I serve the tea, Mylady?

- Good evening, Mylady. Good evening.

Did someone say tea? Oh!

So, I didn't miss it.

You did, Sir. You missed a murder.

- What? Murder?

Yes. Lady Curtain was killed.

Oh, that's bad news!

Especially for Lady Curtain.

What did you do, Inspector?

Well... I am thinking.

- Shouldn't you do more?

What is it?

Dr. Mills, Mylady.

Excuse my, Mylady.

I was delayed. Good evening.

What happend to Lady Curtain?

Nothing serious, I hope.

- Weren't you just here?

I was where?

- Here, three minutes ago!

Inspector, what's happening?

- Yes, Dr. Mills was here.

He had examined the victim and

we talked about this murder.

What is this? I just arrived!

Dr. Mills...

was not Dr. Mills but...

The Hexer.

Inspector!

Why didn't you arrest him?

- Why should I arrest a man,

Who could be helpful?

- Helpful? The Hexer?

He definitely knows more than we do.

We should cooperate.

That's absolutely impossible!

What kind of an idea is this?

Why did you arrive just now?

Why are you delayed, Doctor?

A dead man on the street.

- A dead man? Who?

He is in my car.

Archie Moore?

As dead as a dodo, Sir John.

And Arthur Milton knew it.

Sergeant!

Finch. Everything okay?

Yes, Sir. May I say, Sir,

that Sir is a genius?

Contact homicide,

260. Let them come, now! Thanks.

Sir John.

He, Finch!

- Hello, Inspector! How are you?

What are you doing?

- I had an appointment with Mr. Milton.

Obviously, we missed each other.

- Uhm, come over here, Finch.

Yes, Sir.

Let's have a word.

- Sure, Sir. Just, corpses are irritating

when they are fresh.

- Come in!

I have a different point of view.

- Oh, that house, lovely!

Unfotunately, those sad events will

affect its value,

once it's empty. - Finch...

Sorry, Sir John.

Could you address me as "Mr. Finch"?

- Don't get cheeky, Finch.

An honest man has the right

to be sensible.

Yes, dear Finch. Pardon! Mr. Finch!

- Oh, Sir, alright!

"Dear Finch" is bearable!

- Thanks. Come on, sit down.

Oh, Louis Seize!

- Not Seize... sit.

Well, dear Finch, I think,

I have a good idea.

Shouldn't we work together

with Mr. Milton?

Very good. Your idea, Sir?

- Sure, who wouldn't?

So far:
you.

- Don't be so picky!

Always bad timing!

Here you are!

How long did you wait?

- Not long. The janitor said

you went out collecting.

- Hm.

Your pictures?

Yes. They don't please you?

They don't have to.

They are cruel.

- That is how

I deal with the mysterious things.

Even cruel ones. Sit down.

Perhaps you should tell already

why you have come?

I should have cared for you earlier.

- You do it now.

I have a proposal.

- Yes?

I am alone now, in this cruel house.

- So what?

Leave here. Come to me.

- You are afraid being alone.

You see, that's I am trying to express

in my pictures. Fear,

insomnia, nightmares and its causes.

I join you gladly. You know,

I was born in that house.

I remember.

Weird.

One always wants to go back to his birthplace.

One is attracted by it.

It sounds reasonable,

considering that...

So, does it belong to me already?

- It belongs to Charles.

After him it's yours.

- And after me?

We don't want to get too involved in that,

do we?

No.

Will you come?

- When?

I'd be happy if you came today.

- Happy?

You are very suspicious, Margie.

- Yes.

Bye.

Did you hear enough?

I think so.

Do you have X-ray vision?

- No. Next time stepping in,

close the window. - Good idea.

What are you interested in?

Alles.

- Do you have a warrant?

Do you have a licence? - No.

You see.

Please.

Nice. Do you realize that

you are in danger?

That starts already with birth, Inspector.

- May I give some advice:

Don't go to your uncle's house

tonight. - Why not?

You look more ravishing alive.

- Oh, thank you very much.

I'd like you to survive!

You and Charles.

Skol!

You don't feel well, Bailey, hm?

No.

You don't take my advice,

otherwise I'd give you a prescription.

I admit. I'm afraid, Doctor.

And I know, why I am afraid.

You are that cold-blooded and yet you

are afraid of a single man, the Hexer?

Oh, you! You haven't seen him!

He came in and I thought...

I'd swear...

It's you, Dr. Mills!

It proves has ability to disguise.

How you walk, Doctor! Your voice!

Actually, I am not sure

whether it's you now.

Don't be silly, Bailey!

You should better find out

where Charles is.

(Alarm)

Tonight!

I am glad you came.

The evenings are horrible.

Why does Edwards brightens up the place

like this? - I told him so.

I admire you.

Your self-control.

Your Intellect.

- We are one kind, Margie.

You have self-control, too.

And quite the brains.

(Margie) We should use the brains?

- Yes!

I hope you haven't reserved a place

for me in your gallery of horror.

I see I need to explain something.

These murders keep me busy,

so I painted them.

I also painted the murderer's mood.

You want some? - Yes.

How do you crumble? How do you destroy?

How do you kill? What is the

intellect of such a person?

And did you find out?

- Yes.

No, thanks, Edwards, not tonight.

I have found out the motif.

It's not money, it can't be.

There is just one reason strong enough.

What?

Hate. Deadly hate!

Who hates this family so much?

Answer this question,

and you know the killer.

Something else, Mylady?

- No! No, thanks.

You are anxious.

- You are definitely not.

Do I have a reason to?

Do I have a reason to fear this night?

- I believe so, yes.

Good evening to you.

- Good evening, Inspector.

Some officers came with me.

They will guard around the house.

Yes, very well, thanks.

- Isn't that reassuring? - No.

Hang that up and wait outside.

Make yourself at home, Inspector.

- I did already.

Edwards.

Edwards!

Want a drink? - Yes, thanks.

But:
How long will you stay?

All night long, if necessary.

Whisky. Give me a double!

- Yes.

You still think it will happen tonight?

Yes.

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