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thinking about Barbara.

I'm not a strong woman,

Christian.

You need her help,

or don't you trust her?

Barbara!

Barbara!

Barbara?

They can't.

She's got nothing

to do with it.

Malcolm.

Was she in the car?

Where is she?

Malcolm,

why won't you...?

Malcolm.

Easy, this one has

real slugs in it.

You...

But that's impossible!

You and Malcolm were

getting a little too cuddly.

Malcolm paid for it.

- What'd you do with Barbara?

- I don't kill women.

The only one I've done in

is the old fellow,

if that's what you're

interested in.

Now do what

I tell you, boy,

and if you're thinking, don't.

Alright,

now get back in the car.

Go on.

Go on!

Move it!

Start her up.

Drive.

Turn right.

Nice and easy.

Watch it.

Go right up to the edge.

Go on.

Those fools, they believed

it'd be enough to just scare you.

Who's they?

But now the orders

have been changed.

I'm sending you off

on a one way flight.

Alright, time is up.

Put her in neutral.

Yes, sir?

Did my brother call in

at all this morning?

No, sir, do you want me to

try and track him down?

No, it's not important.

Barbara.

In other words,

you made a mess of things.

A complete mess!

The fact is your idea

just wasn't working, Fritz.

I had to step in and

make a decision.

Tell him, Barbara,

the way things were going.

I should have known,

but the damage is done,

so let's just let it go.

I agree.

Let it go.

All we know is that your

brother's car fell into a ravine

- and he was killed.

- You killed him.

You told me you

wanted to save him,

but he killed him.

It was all a lie.

Come now, Fritz.

I'm sure you'd agree.

It only simplifies things, hm?

- You want more money, Tom?

- No.

We agreed.

And it was out of friendship

that I did it.

Hmph.

Friendship.

I know it's a shock, Barbara.

It's no use

getting upset, though.

You told me the plan...

was to get your brother

to go to a clinic,

not force him

to kill himself.

I believed you;

I went along in good faith,

thinking it was all

for his own good!

- To save him!

- It was.

He took me to the quarry.

He told me Christian was there.

He was.

At the bottom of a ravine, dead!

Shut up!

If you had followed

my orders to the letter...

Yeah, yeah, you and that

whack sh*t old Malcolm.

And that Clorinda.

Not one of you

did anything right.

You three didn't get close

to provoking Christian

to a breakdown.

Instead it was he who

got you so mixed up

you couldn't see straight!

If it hadn't been for Tatum...

Now that you mention it,

where is Tatum?

Gone. I told him to take off

immediately after the accident,

just as you said.

He took the money.

He's okay.

No need to worry.

What... cowards.

Murderers.

You go on.

She's staying.

There are a few things

I want to tell her.

Now listen to me.

It was an accident

like Tom said.

There's no sense in

making wild accusations.

That friend of yours,

what's his name?

Alex.

He knows nothing.

He doesn't have

anything to do with it.

You just leave him alone!

You'd better leave town, Barbara.

The both of you.

This money, take it.

I feel I owe it to you.

As for Alex,

you'd better just say that...

Well, I'm sure you won't

need to say anything.

I don't believe you, Fritz.

Your brother was killed.

If you're in love

with Christian...

I can't help it, only...

Let me assure you,

it's better this way.

What do you mean?!

Our dead Christian

was schizoid, mad!

Crazy!

The thing is, I kept it quiet.

I tried to help him.

- But it was hopeless.

- I don't believe it.

No.

I knew him.

You can't tell me that.

You have to tell me the truth!

You wanted to

be rid of him,

in an asylum

or any other way!

You wanted

everything for yourself!

- You and your damn factory!

- He was crazy!

Mad, mad and dangerous,

Always.

He always was!

And my only mistake

was to let him run loose

and not put him in the hospital

right from the beginning.

Because I loved him,

do you understand?

- Because I loved him!

- You're mad, Fritz!

You're really mad.

Get out of here.

Forget it.

It's finished.

Over and done with.

Understand?

Don't do anything dumb, eh?

I won't say anything

to anyone.

Not to anyone.

Because nothing will

bring Christian back.

Put him in the other one.

Sorry, Mr. Bauman, but...

this is necessary.

Excuse me,

but do you recognize these?

There's no doubt.

- It's Christian.

- Inspector.

I found these clenched

in his left hand.

The brakes apparently

failed at the last moment,

and the young plastics heir

plunged to his death

over 100 feet below.

The gravel pit is

located on Route...

It wasn't him,

I'm sure of it.

Don't you understand?

It was Christian

who killed Tatum,

and now he's convinced

that we believe he's dead.

If you're right,

then we have to stop him.

Don't worry, Fritz.

There won't be any

mistakes this time.

No, my dear friend.

You've made

too many already.

I'm going to handle this.

It's the only way I'll ever

be completely sure.

Hey, Franca.

What's the matter?

Don't you ever get cold?

- Where's Nadia?

- How the hell should I know?

Nadia!

Nadia!

Well, she was here

a minute ago.

I wish that I had

brought a sweater.

Jeez, I've never heard

anyone get so upset

- over a little cool weather.

- Yeah, but look what you're wearing.

It's not my fault if

you don't dress right.

I can't take much more of this.

So go home

and go to bed.

- Going my way, sweetheart?

- Yeah.

- Thanks.

- Not at all.

Hey, you remind me

of a dying chicken.

So what's wrong?

I don't believe

you're embarrassed.

No, it's very

nice of you to...

So where are you headed?

It's still too early.

Too early.

Well, you know what I say?

I say we should go and get

ourselves a couple of beers,

somewhere it's quiet.

There's a motel

around the corner.

Motel?

Why the motel, why?!

It's as good a place

as any, isn't it?

What's the matter?

Stop here.

I'm getting out.

This is where

I want to go.

I should leave you

outside all night.

Spilling rice

all over the kitchen.

I thought you were a prowler.

What do you want?

I want to speak to you.

It's important.

Am I disturbing you?

No, not at all.

You were very lucky

to have found me.

I thought you were

with Barbara.

Playing around on

a classy rug, hm?

Let's not talk

about Barbara.

I didn't come here

to talk about her,

but about me.

Alright.

I'm all ears.

Go on.

The trouble is I don't

know where to begin.

The most absurd things

happened to me

in the past two days.

I got mixed up in a

horrible situation,

a frightful puzzle.

First the killer,

and Malcolm, Clorinda.

Listen, could you

be a little clearer?

I'm not in the habit of

solving other people's puzzles.

Still, maybe you can help me.

You know Fritz, my brother?

I met him once or twice.

Last time was

at an art show.

He's not one to rouse

a woman's desires.

I mean he's not

at all like you.

Do you think he's capable

of harming anyone?

Me, for example.

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