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you can come to my office tomorrow.

You can bring your lawyer too,

if you wish.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

Till tomorrow. Goodbye.

Wait for me in the car.

- Now do you believe me?

- I do now.

But I won't disguise the fact that when

I saw your car's empty trunk last night

I thought you might

have been dreaming.

Does Cortesi know that his wife's body

was originally in the trunk of my car?

No, definitely not.

I must say you played

the part of the policeman very well.

Modestly, acting is my business.

Yes, that's right.

You are a stage actor.

- You know something...

- Oh, no, don't ask.

My part in this business stops right here.

I've had quite enough of it.

You've read my thoughts.

But I must admit I was hoping

for a different reaction.

Many see themselves as policemen if

they get involved in situations like this.

No, I don't have this foolish ambition.

But that doesn't mean I won't help you

with any further inquiries.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye. - Mrs. Vinci.

Well, you certainly didn't shine

in the courage department.

What do you mean? You think I should

get into this up to the hilt?

- You know... I was doing it for you.

- Yes, without asking me.

Apart from the fact that helping

the police is a civic duty.

You would also gain some

useful publicity for your show.

Unfortunately, my business keeps me

occupied to such an extent

that it undermined

my relation with my wife.

- Did you neglect her?

- Not really.

But the time I had available

for her was very little.

But she never really complained.

What were you doing

yesterday afternoon?

I was involved in a business meeting

that didn't wind up until after midnight.

- And then you went home?

- Yes, of course.

And not finding your wife

at home did not worry you?

It wasn't the first time

Luisa was late home.

Quite often she stayed

the night with her mom.

But didn't she tell you when she stayed

the night away from home?

Yes, at the beginning of our marriage,

but not afterwards.

Weren't you getting on well?

Not exactly.

It's been some time now since we got

into the habit of leading separate lives.

So, if I haven't misunderstood you,

your relationship was...

...somewhat strained.

Ls that true?

When your wife went out, did she wear

any j ewelry or take any money?

Yes, certainly there was

a ring she always wore.

And...

And was that ring valuable?

Perhaps two million.

But do you think...

it could have been robbery?

Perhaps.

Poor Luisa.

And what about your lawyer?

He had a hearing in the Appeal Court.

One might have thought

he'd have known about it yesterday.

The details for the record, please.

Yes. Rinaldo Cortesi.

Do the police really believe

the motive to be robbery?

Everything seems to indicate it.

I'm really very sorry about this.

Two serious matters one after another:

the blackmail and then,

above all, your wife's death.

- Yes, it's all been pretty black.

- Come on, cheer up!

By the way, what are you going to do

about the blackmail business?

I still haven't decided.

Of course, if you informed the police

now after the murder of your wife,

your position would be aggravated.

Because you, in all good faith,

have told the police

your exact relationship with your wife

and say you were the inspector,

what would you think?

Just pay up and the whole matter

will remain secret.

I won't be able to come

to the funeral tomorrow.

My condolences again.

Thanks.

Don't mention this to anyone.

Refer anything to me.

- Very well. Bye.

- Bye.

- Hello, inspector, come on in.

- Good evening.

I'm sorry to force

your desire to stay out of it.

- Unfortunately, this case calls for

some help from you. - Do sit down.

Perhaps I can be of some help.

The director of my show has

released me from rehearsals

and in any case the show won't go on

for about 3 weeks or so.

Don't tell me you've changed

your mind about my proposition.

It was my wife who egged me on.

And not alone.

I too want to have a hand in this.

And don't tell me women

should keep out of it.

Well, I'm not that chauvinist.

- Would you like something to drink?

- Yes, a whiskey, please.

I was at Mrs. Cortesi's funeral today.

From a crowd of very respectable people

I discovered a face.

A certain Max Liguori.

Look at it.

- I don't know him.

- However I do.

About ten years ago he was given

two years for sex trafficking.

He is now the director

of a porn magazine.

Are you sure you've never seen him?

No.

In that motel you went to?

I'd say we are to leave

for Florence tonight.

The best train is the 0:20.

That's the honeymoon special.

- A night in the sleeping car, you know...

- Well, actually we have a car.

I do beg your pardon, sir.

- That was not a bad idea, though.

- You can say that again!

What's up?

My name's Liguori.

I reserved a room.

- Number 3, sir. 1st floor.

- Thanks.

Come.

After you.

What an atmosphere!

Et voil! What do you fancy?

Let's see...

And the domino is for you.

And I... the queen of spades.

- Love and mystery.

- Beautiful.

- No, I don't like it.

- Why not?

Let me choose something else.

This is it. This one's for you.

Forbidden love.

It suits you.

- You should have been a priest.

- It's true.

- Could you give me room 7 on the phone?

- Sure. - Thanks.

My child.

Yes, it's true,

I ought to have been a priest.

Jesus, this wig! I can't put up

with it any longer.

It looks quite good on

but it's impossible.

How do women cope with

a different one every day?

How? They do it for vanity,

they put up with it.

You did it because

the inspector suggested it,

so for you it's your duty.

- You know, it's just as we suspected.

- What have you discovered?

All the hanky-panky

is between rooms 3 and 4.

- We were not mistaken.

- Be quiet.

I'd give a lot to know what part

Max Liguori is playing in this dirty game.

Let's follow him.

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So we went and

stayed at the Play Motel.

And they really thought we were a pair

of lovebirds on their honeymoon.

But nothing happened

for the first 2 days.

But in the meantime

we were busy living up to our story.

That was the least you could do.

But Roberto wasn't happy

with the least.

Then on the 3rd day this Max Liguori

arrived with Valeria Manzotti,

the wife of the industrialist.

- And they stayed in room number...

- Number 3.

We're dealing here with people who are

both unscrupulous and well-organized.

We've got to have concrete proofs

so as to get our hands on the big fish.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

- I called you about doing some photos.

- Ah, you're the one. Do come in.

- I suppose you want to get into movies.

- Well, at least I give it a try.

Before I let my camera do any talking,

I'll tell you something:

with the way you're built,

you won't have trouble getting into movies.

Pulling my leg?

Better still, if you like,

I can help you.

I've got lots of friends

in the business.

I can give you a real hand.

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