The Girl Downstairs Page #7
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Without even a charge.
What do you mean?
You have to have a charge?
Well, naturally.
Well...
There was a brooch,
A gold brooch
with a number of large stones.
She has it with her.
That's different -
robbery.
She took it from you?
Yes.
That is, she...
She took it from me.
Name?
Katerina.
Katerina.
Katerina what?
Katerina -
She was about
five feet tall.
She's young, pretty, blond,
carrying a bag.
She's dressed
in sort of -
Well, how do I know
how she was dressed?
Full name, please.
I don't even know that.
The police! The police!
The police!
Wait!
What's this?
What's your name?
Linz.
Katerina linz.
Huh, katerina.
That part checks.
Blond, young,
pretty, suitcase.
Come along, young lady.
But,
I- I'll miss my train.
I've been waiting
all night.
There you are.
It all fits perfectly.
Come along.
Don't seem to be here,
sir.
Try the linings
and all the pockets.
Yes, sir.
Please.
Wh-what are you
looking for?
As if you didn't know.
What's this, anyway?
That's my music-
no, no, no, no, no.
Come on, now. Come on.
What have you done with it?
I... I don't know
what you mean.
Oh, you know, all right.
The brooch you took
from mr. Wagner,
With all the diamonds.
Brooch?
My... My present?
a thing like that.
Stealing?
Stealing...
Paul:
Katerina!Katerina,
I almost went crazy.
I didn't know
how to trace you or anything,
So I had to
use the police.
So you had to use the police,
eh?
Well, maybe the police
can use you.
Now, now.
Everything can be arranged.
My card.
By the way, you haven't
really met, have you?
Meet my fiance.
Miss katerina... Miss katerina...
The name is "linz. "
thank you very much.
You see,
it doesn't matter now.
The name's
going to be changed anyway.
Good day.
No.
This isn't right.
We are not
right for each other.
Oh, that's not true!
I don't want
a gentleman.
I'm not a gentleman.
But you are.
I'm just the same
as you.
The clothes
don't make any difference.
Look into my eyes.
No.
Not anymore.
don't tell the truth.
Yes, but they do.
They've always told the truth,
only I didn't know it.
Hey!
Where do you think you are?
Get out of here!
Quick!
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