Secreto Del Dr. Orloff, El Page #4

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with you, Melissa.

I'll see you later.

Your aunt was wrong to talk

to you about your father.

It was a natural curiosity,

most comprehensible at your age,

to see the room where he died.

It was a tragic sight, covered

with dust and cobwebs.

It must have caused a shock

to your nervous system.

But Uncle Conrad, I never

expected to see my father.

Such hallucinations occur

frequently in these cases.

But you shouldn't

let it bother you.

Tonight is Christmas Eve.

In the words of the old carol,

"sleep in heavenly peace. "

.Happy night.

. Christmas,

Merry Christmas.

.Happy Night.

.Christmas, Merry Christmas.

. Christmas,

Merry Christmas.

Silence!

Are you going out?

Where to now?

I've got a headache,

I need a little fresh air.

I won't be long.

Go to bed,

it's late.

Enough Christmas festivities

for tonight.

And besides,

you're still weak, my dear.

Who are you?

Can't you talk?

Here's to a trip to the stars

that didn't get off the ground.

To all the ingrates!

Please, which way

is the Holfen Hotel?

Over there,

across the road, miss.

- Thanks and Merry Christmas.

- Same to you, kid.

Yeah, the Holfen

is a really great hotel...

Idiot.

Idiot, yeah.

- Merry Christmas!

- Hey!

Melissa!

Were you coming

to see me?

Yes.

Oh, Juan Manuel.

Man, I am never going

to understand you.

Makes no difference.

What makes you say that?

What did my uncle tell you when

you came to call on me today?

He told me that you didn't want

to see me or take my calls.

- And so you left?

- Yeah.

You really thought I never

wanted to see you again?

Don't you want

to leave the castle?

No, I can't.

This thing is much more

important than my own safety.

It's my father,

you understand?

I've got

to solve this mystery.

I don't know if that man who

lives there, hidden someplace,

if that's really him...

I don't know how it happened...

There's definitely

a mystery there...

If my father is dead, I want

to know exactly how he died.

But I can't

let you do this all alone.

Listen closely,

you're going to take me back

to the castle now.

Park the car nearby where you

can keep an eye on my window.

We only have one day

to figure this out.

It's my last chance to find out

the truth about my father.

Tomorrow night,

the lawyer will be there,

bringing some papers

for us to sign.

I won't have an excuse to remain

at the castle, once that's done.

Well, how will I know

if you need me or not tonight?

Now, this is my plan.

If I'm all right, I will leave

the light on my room on.

If I'm not, I'll signal to you,

switching it on and off twice.

I think it would be smarter

to leave with me now.

Do you really?

How can I leave when I'm so

close to solving this mystery?

No.

You're right.

Bless you.

Not one jeweler in the area

has ever seen such a necklace.

And one named Fraser told me

the workmanship is very poor.

It's clear we're dealing

with some amateur.

How are

these pitiful trinkets

connected with two crimes

of such brutality?

By the way, do you have

any word from Romberg?

He and his men are still

searching all the gyms in town,

questioning the promoters, the

boxer, their managers, the lot.

But I doubt they'll get a lead,

Inspector.

Good evening, gentlemen,

We just brought in that ex-boxer

you wanted, sir.

He was just visiting

a hooker.

Ah, show him in, Emilio,

and thank you.

Let's type up this one.

This way.

Well, what a pleasure

to see you again.

Tell me, where have you

been hiding?

I haven't

been "hiding" exactly.

I've been staying

with a lady I know, Inspector.

Mm-hmm, consoling yourself over

the death of your other friend.

Yes, yes,

something like that.

My congratulations.

You're not engaged again,

are you? What a collector!

Well, women like me,

that's all.

I know, I know.

And you don't mind at all

if they support you

when you're between "odd jobs,"

do you?

Another one

of your "businesses"?

Mr. Karl Steiner...

also known as the Peacock,

the Steel Fist and the Bird Dog.

I think I should warn you,

Mr. Steel Fist or Mr. Bird Dog,

your unofficial occupation could

cost you eight to ten...

Now look here, I never

did anything like that.

I would be most delighted

to hear what your excuses are.

I'm quite sure

they're most admirable,

But I'm afraid

I don't have time for that now,

How long did your late

girlfriend, the one called...

Rose?

Ah, you have

a good memory, I see.

Well now, my friend,

how long had she had

this necklace when she died?

- Two days.

- You're sure, are you?

Oh yeah, certain.

This guy came to the club and

gave it to her, and I must say,

it seemed like he had stolen it

for her.

He gave it to her like it was

nothing, and gave her cash, too.

Oh then, he came

to see her often.

Five or six times.

And he asked nothing in return

for these presents?

No, never.

It's comforting to know

that there are still generous

souls in this world.

I agree with you, but older men

do funny things.

You know this guy?

I've seen him

from time to time.

But I don't know his name

or anything.

Can you describe him?

He's uncommon, that's for sure:

kinda big, a little past 50,

a beard, nice clothes,

if that's any help.

The sort you take one look at

and tell a girl,

"That's a cash customer,

go get him. "

But of course, I'd never say

such things.

Let's not digress, Steiner.

If you saw this man again,

would you recognize him?

Sure, he makes

an impression.

Comes off like he invented

penicillin or something.

A scientist?

A scientist, yeah,

but a really smart one.

Oh, so it's you.

What are you doing here?

Aunt, we must

have a talk.

Ever since I came here,

I've sensed something awful

happened in this house.

The life you share with your

husband is a living hell,

and yet

you're still young.

Why do you stay in your room

and drink by yourself?

I want to know why you live

like a recluse.

I'm begging you,

don't ask me so many questions.

I'd rather drown in my cups,

so I won't remember.

That's why I'm a lush...

I drink to forget.

Does it work?

No.

No bottle could ever

erase the memories

I have of your father.

I know that's the problem,

and for a long time now...

I had already married

your Uncle Conrad.

One day, his brother showed up

at the house... your dad.

He was so different.

In two weeks, he had completely

transformed the house,

and had

transformed me as well.

I fell madly in love

with him.

I was pretty,

back in those days.

I knew he never

really loved me,

but we shared some happy times,

full of tenderness.

They were the only moments

of joy I've ever known.

My husband

was suspicious.

He watched and waited,

baiting his trap.

One day we were alone

and he caught us...

He murdered your father.

He did it

right in front of me...

...with a scalpel.

I was so afraid, and my husband

threatened to kill me too.

He adored his brother, but

jealousy destroyed his heart.

So, after the murder, he put

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