Play Motel Page #4

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- She came along with Miss Anna.

- Anna?

Where is she now?

She left with Willy

about ten minutes ago.

She never came to collect them.

That little b*tch Anna.

She's playing a double game.

Hello.

Hello.

It's Anna.

I can't hear you, speak up.

- It's Anna.

- Anna...

Anna!

What's going on?

Anna?

Please, answer me!

Hello?

Anna?

Hello? Anna?

We'd better inform

the inspector at once.

I told you everything about the relation

with my wife and my business.

- I have nothing else to say.

- Just if your lawyer allows you.

Truth isn't afraid of law.

Except when you skillfully ask for

mitigating circumstances or clemency.

- I'm here to advise my client.

- It's his right.

And it's inalienable.

Listen, in the light of

recent acts of a criminal type,

the last being

the girl's body discovered last night,

we came to a tangled knot

that won't be easy to disentangle.

Luisa Cortesi...

...your poor late wife...

was murdered under

mysterious circumstances.

And now as never before

becomes clear

that we are not dealing with

a murder connected to a robbery,

even though the murder,

or murderers

have done everything

to make it appear so.

One might be forgiven for thinking

that your wife led a double life.

Allow me to make

such a guess, Mr. Cortesi.

Last night, as I've already told you,

another woman was murdered.

A certain...

Anna De Marchis.

In the same way, with the same means

with which your wife was murdered.

It must be a maniac.

I'm surprised at you,

a lawyer of few words,

summing up

with a j udgment like that.

A snap j udgment.

Anyway, did you know that De Marchis

worked as a model at various levels,

as a photographic one, for example...

And coincidentally,

in the same set-up as another model:

Loredana Salvi.

Her dossier hasn't yet been fled

because hers was more of a

case of murder rather than an accident.

I don't see any possible

connection between...

You might not see it: immersed

in your business affairs,

it would never have occurred to you

that your wife might have had lovers.

But it does to me.

Also because it seems the two women...

the two models,

hired out their charming bodies to...

...the publisher Four-leaf Clover,

owned by a certain Massimo Liguori.

Who, in point of fact, isn't the owner

but a front man for someone else.

And just by chance, employs you

to deal with his legal affairs.

We took some photos

at your wife's funeral.

And amongst them,

is this one of Max Liguori.

Who appears to know you

very well, Mr. Cortesi.

For God's sake, don't say anything

without talking to me first.

All right.

Will you answer me?

What were you doing at the Play Motel?

- Answer me.

- No, please...

How did you meet Anna?

And when did you meet her? Where?

Who introduced you to her?

And why did you go to Willy with

the excuse of having pictures taken?

What were you looking for?

Who sent you?

- I don't know...

- I want to know the truth.

What did you do at the publisher's?

Talk, you little b*tch!

Or I'll rip your head off!

- Yes?

- Has she talked?

- No, but we'll loosen her tongue even if

we have to... -Forget it. I want her alive.

- Lock her up in the cellar.

- Ok.

Stop it, please...

And what if they have made her talk?

It could be.

But she would have given

a different version of the facts

as we agreed before.

More than that, I worry for her life.

Patrizia alive is the only

bargaining point they have.

She's a very precious hostage.

We must proceed with great cunning

in order to make sure that

our next move is the right one.

You know what you've got to say.

- Hello.

- Mr. Cortesi?

- Yes, speaking. Who is it?

- You don't need to know that.

- I don't speak to anonymous callers.

- I've got a certain jewel.

A jewel that might interest you.

A pin in the form

of a four-leaf clover.

I don't deal in j ewelry,

I'm not interested.

But it's something that

could interest the police.

Well, are you listening?

Yes, give me a minute

to think it over.

Call me back in ten minutes.

Five minutes. And no later.

That business of you being blackmailed

could come out over those photos.

The murder of that girl

whom you were with in that motel...

You'd be in a mess...

A real mess. Listen...

I advise you to accept their terms,

these people are dangerous.

Try again.

So what's your decision?

Tell me what you want of me.

20 million.

What guarantee do I have

that you won't go to the police?

You've got no choice.

Yes, I accept, but I don't have

so much money here in cash.

I have to go to the bank

tomorrow morning.

I can't do it any earlier.

Tell him you can't wait

till tomorrow.

I'm sorry, either you give me the money

today or I'm going to the police.

But how can I manage that?

That's your own business.

But I can't do anything else.

Please, give me time

till tomorrow morning.

All right.

So where should we fix our meeting?

Shall I come over to your place?

Yes, but not funny business.

How should that be?

He's got me over a barrel.

- What time is your appointment?

- At 10. - Where?

At a cottage, 10 miles along

the country road to the lake.

All right, pay up and let's get this

settled once and for all.

I'm sorry but I've got to ring off.

I'm busy.

Bye now.

Who is it?

Cortesi.

Cortesi?

But I thought we were supposed

to meet tomorrow morning.

As you can see, I've decided

to anticipate the appointment.

Where's that pin?

Over here.

You see that?

With a little patience,

all fish fall into the net.

And now we must land the big one.

You?

The boss told you not to come here.

The office was crawling with police.

I discovered it just in time.

They almost caught me.

- We've been busted!

- Calm down now.

- Yeah?

- Bring up the girl. - Ok.

- Come on, come with me!

- Where to?

Come on!

Come on!

Don't move

or I'll blow her brains out.

Move on!

He was carrying a gun.

Here is her friend.

Surprised?

And Liguori?

He's lying horizontal.

I paid him in the same coin

you intended for me.

And yet on the phone we agreed

"no funny business".

And you'd better not try it now.

The pin is in a safe place.

Where did you find it?

I wouldn't worry about that.

You should be more concerned

that your game is over.

It was a clever way of making money.

Not bad to install two front men

to run the motel and the publisher.

So as to blackmail rich sex fends

with pornographic photos.

And to blackmail yourself

to create an alibi.

Only that...

you couldn't have foreseen that your wife's

suspicions might have been aroused.

So just as she was about to find out,

you didn't think twice

about removing her permanently.

Just as you did with

Loredana Salvi and Anna De Marchis.

I haven't killed anybody.

That's worse. To kill someone

you need a lot of guts.

But you're yellow.

You've had them killed.

Well, if that's the only reason,

we can re-mediate that lack.

Hold it! Police!

Hold it there!

Have you seen how

an unloaded gun can be useful?

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