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Well, also the

automatic's disappeared.

There's just a bloodstain.

But that must mean

that he's only wounded.

You didn't kill him.

He's alive.

Or dead and someone

took the body away.

You mean like

an accomplice?

I don't know.

It's all so absurd.

Meaningless.

What's absurd is dangerous.

Maybe he was after

someone else, and...

It was all a

misunderstanding.

Who else?

Or maybe Alex sent him.

That's why he was

waiting outside.

You mustn't get

mixed up in this. Go.

You listen to me.

I'm already in it

up to my neck.

And if it hadn't

happened in my room,

I'd still have

wanted to help you.

But don't you realize?

If he's only wounded,

he'll try again.

If he's dead, and...

and he has an

accomplice then...

then someone else

could be...

could be looking for you,

someone else

wanting to kill you!

- I can't leave you now.

- Please, Barbara.

We have to hide.

To gain time to think.

I know!

I have a girlfriend

who has a house

not far from here.

She's a Brazilian painter

and she left for Rio

two weeks ago.

- The place is empty!

- Do you have the keys?

No, but it's easy

enough to break in.

I'm telling you for the last time,

I want you out of this mess.

We'll get out of it

together, you'll see.

Shh.

Not so much noise.

For heaven's sake,

I've told you!

There's no one here.

I don't like this place.

I don't know why,

but it bugs me.

Let's go back.

Let's get out of here.

Oh, Christian, not now.

Do you have

a jack in the car?

Don't worry, we can

pay for the glass later.

You say your

girlfriend paints?

Yes, why?

I don't know.

Everything is so dull.

She's got some good booze.

Somebody drank out of

this a short time ago.

It was probably

the caretaker.

He comes by

now and then.

Just to check things over.

Don't answer it.

We'd better have

a look around.

They're birds of prey.

One of Pat's crazy passions.

Anyway,

it wouldn't be for us.

Nobody knows

we're here.

That's better.

- Barbara.

- What is it?

Come here.

- What's happening?

- Look.

He can't possibly

have seen us arrive.

The car's parked

on the other side.

He's spying on us.

This is ridiculous.

I think it was just some...

Just a coincidence.

It can't be anything else.

Relax.

It's probably just a tourist

looking at the tower.

I suppose he

was cruising by,

looked up,

and got curious.

He was looking at us,

I'm sure of it.

No.

It's no use.

I tried every switch.

Maybe they disconnected

the electricity.

We can't stay in the dark.

I can't take it.

Well, there must be

a central switch

or a fuse box somewhere,

but where?

Did you try the garage?

Oh, no, I didn't.

I'll go and look.

Wait.

I'll go with you.

Look!

Christian,

I'm afraid!

Stop it.

It's only the wind.

You'll stop right there

if you know

what's good for you.

Who are you?

What are you

doing here?

I think you'd better tell us

before I bring the police here.

You're trespassing

in our home.

It isn't true!

It doesn't belong to you.

No, you're right.

We live here, though.

We rented the house

nearly a month ago,

didn't we, Clorinda?

Yes, it's true.

My name is Malcolm.

You're intruders.

Yet I'm treating you like guests.

Rather odd, isn't it?

I must admit you both

look scared to death.

What is it?

Are you here to commit

some sort of heinous deed?

You should have

said right away

that you were a friend

of the proprietor.

- What'd you say your name was?

- Barbara.

I've always been in love

with places like this.

It may sound

ridiculous, but...

I'd be quite happy

to die here.

Far from the chaos

of today's world.

After all, if death is only the

continuation of life, then...

what better place

than this one here?

Why all this

talk about death?

Forgive me.

It's because of what Clorinda

and I went through last night.

The two of us went

out to dinner

with an old friend of mine

on the homicide squad.

The inspector was called to

a motel not far from here

in a case and

we happened to go along.

And good people,

I hope never again

to set eyes on

something like that.

I killed him.

I killed the man

at the motel.

He...

He attacked me.

I tried to take the gun

away from him,

- and the shot went off.

- Yes, yes.

Is that true?

Yes, but...

But don't ask me who he was

or what he was doing there,

because I don't

know anything.

But the two of you

were together,

if I understand correctly.

Are you sure this intruder

wasn't a woman?

Oh, yeah.

I was standing there.

I saw him falling.

It was a man.

A bad joke in my opinion,

Christian.

A joke?

There was no murder

in the motel.

The something I saw

was a woman

modeled in latex.

Most similar

to the real thing.

It was found in a clump

of trees just off the road,

with a dagger stuck in it.

But I killed a man

in Barbara's bathroom.

That's true.

I saw him holding the gun.

When he shot it?

Well, no,

but just after.

What about the body

in the bathroom?

You saw it?

Well... Well,

I didn't see the body but

I saw Christian

when he came out.

Oh.

But the body

isn't there anymore.

I went back an hour later

and the body was gone.

I've also had

strange hallucinations.

Very unnerving.

Do you feel better now?

Yes.

I feel we're both going mad.

We'd better leave.

Maybe you should find

your brother Fritz now.

No, not yet.

I have to get things

straightened out.

Do you know a

man named Alex?

Who's he?

Doesn't matter.

I... I think it would be

best if we just left.

You can pretend

you never met us.

That's no solution.

I found you here,

and you two

are very real.

He'll turn me in, then.

He'll call his

policeman friend and...

and report me.

And get myself thrown

into the madhouse with you?

I have no grounds

except what you've told me

and the victim

has disappeared.

I can't accuse you of

killing ghosts in the night.

Who am I to say that

any killing took place?

I'm sorry, I...

I think I'm going out

of my head tonight.

But I have to know.

I must know now!

- Christian! Christian!

- Leave him alone.

He won't go far.

What do you want?

Why are you following me?

I didn't realize I was.

I was going to see a friend,

at the lighthouse behind you.

If you're checking

on the Tucania,

she pulled anchor

this morning for Monte Carlo.

Where have you been?

What's the matter?

- What's happening?

- Take it easy.

The generator

may have broken down.

It happens all too frequently.

I've had it.

Is there no way to have

a little light in here?

Shh. Listen.

Did you hear that?

It's the ghost in the tower.

Stop it.

I'm sure it's nothing.

Probably just some rats

down in the cellar.

- Should I-

- No.

I'll have a look but

there's nothing to worry about.

Why don't you pour

yourself a drink, Christian?

We have a terrible habit

of not locking up

around here at night.

Very clever.

That's all we needed.

What if...

What if the man

I shot had decided-

No, Christian.

It's impossible.

Well?

I was right.

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