Obsessions (Bezeten - Het gat in de muur)

Nils!

Nils!

Mother! Come in. - Hello Nils, darling.

Hey, what have you done with your hair? - Nothing special.

For you. - It's for me? What is it.

Open it.

So, this is your new appartment.

It's certainly bigger than the one you had before.

Want a drink? - No, I can't stay

my car is waiting outside. - What's the hurry?

By this time tomorrow I will be in Sao Paulo with Frank and Nina.

Again? You were there three months ago.

I know, but Nina's having a baby.

I want to be there when my first grandchild is born.

Of course, you're right!

Oh, this is great!

Where did you find it? - I found it!

Hey, what's my painting doing on the floor.

Don't you like it anymore?

Sure I like it. It fell down, too heavy.

Too heavy? I hope that's not a bad omen.

Since when are you superstitious?

I'll put it up, don't worry.

When will you be back from Brazil?

Oh, in three or four weeks, I don't now yet.

That means you'd be back after my exams.

It also means that when I get back, you'll be a doctor.

By the way, how are you doing? - Fine.

Oh, I should have brought you some flowers.

How can you live without flowers?

Nice earrings!

I've got to go now.

Who's the girl? Is it serious?

It's always serious with me, and you know that.

What's she like? - Wait till you see her.

And what's her name?

Marina, she's a journalist. Writes about fashion and all that.

Oh, sounds interesting.

When I'm back you're both invited for a nice weekend with me in Rotterdam.

We'll celebrate, doctor.

It's a deal.

I'll give you a call when Nina's baby is born, OK?

Yeah, check. Send them my regards.

I will. Bye Nils.

And don't work too hard.

Bye!

Guess who's coming to dinner tonight doctor?

I didn't invite anybody.

And what if somebody is inviting herself.

Pretty? - Not only pretty...

But young, independent and... single.

How come she's single if she's young and pretty?

Listen wise guy...

What time will you be here?

About four, I'll bring some food.

No, we'll have dinner out, OK?

Yes sir, I'll be on time.

So what has that to do with me?

Have you read his name? - Yeah, Joe -eh

Joseph Edward Petrucci, sergeant in the United States army, Europe.

Found dead in Amsterdam.

So what about him?

Joe Edward Petrucci

Doesn't that ring a bell?

No, is it supposed to?

Remember that interview you did on that model

friend of yours, Stella Olson?

Who was sentenced for possession of LSD six months ago?

Yeah... Stella Olson.

She's having an affair with an American G.I.

And his name is Petrucci.

You think it's him?

These pictures were taken last night.

When they found his body.

Poor guy.

They know who did it? - Not yet.

The autopsy proves that he has been dead for four days now.

The thing is...

Stella Olsen was released from prison five days ago.

That means one day before Petrucci was killed.

And what is that supposed to prove? That she did it?

I didn't say that, but it's not impossible.

He got her hooked on drugs, didn't he?

So he was responsible for landing her in prison.

No, forget it, she didn't kill him.

I know Stella. - OK.

But start working on it.

Find Stella, question her.

Lady, my name is John Wayne.

That doesn't suit you.

No? It's a present from my mother.

Hey, when am I gonna meet your mother?

When she gets back. She's going to Sao Paolo tonight because my sister's having a baby.

A baby! I didn't even know you had a sister.

There are a lot of things you don't know about me.

Well, I've got one long night to find out.

That sounds very exciting.

Hey, what are you doing?

What do you think I'm doing, shooting pool?

Be careful.

Who is he? - My neighbor, somebody.

A lot of strange things happen there.

Like what?

Strange things.

Ciao.

And don't waste your time on that.

Miss Francis!

We'll have it analyzed.

Smell that.

Take it to Werner, will you? - Yes sir.

Tell me doctor, where did you get that from?

So it's a drug, isn't it?

Oh yes.

Who gave it to you? - What?

Look....

I don't want to sound like a police officer.

But there have been some very serious drug cases recently.

I'm surprised, I thought they were all over.

Would you mind telling me where you got that from?

Well I....

Was at a party the other night washing my hands in the

bathroom, saw it lying there. Sniffed it, couldn't make it out and took it with me.

Well, we'll examine it and let you know.

You do want to know, don't you?

Of course.

Well, can we reach you at home?

Yes, oh no, I'll pass by, you see

I'm preparing for my doctorate, have to go up in two weeks.

Two weeks?

I should stop going to parties if I were you.

You're right. Thanks.

No man by the name of Joseph Edward Petrucci

served in the United States army in the past decade.

What do you say? What do you hear?

I'm beginning to feel like a detective.

Fine!

They wouldn't lie, would they?

Come off it Marina, the United States army?

If Petrucci had served them maybe they wouldn't like it

but they'd certainly admit it, you can bet your life on that.

When I interviewed Stella Olsen six months ago

She was having an affair with an American G.I. named Petrucci in Frankfurt.

That's what she said.

Boy, this is getting complicated.

Just find Stella.

and it will begin to clear up.

I talked to her former agency last night and they told me to get in touch with the photographer.

Eh, Otto Fabian, maybe he knows something.

Well, go and see him right now.

Come in.

Otto?

Otto Fabian, that's me.

Can I speak to you for a minute?

Come on in.

Sit down.

Thanks.

So, what can I do for you?

It's about Stella Olsen.

You eh, you a friend of Stella's?

Yes I am.

Don't worry about her, she can't understand us, she's French.

What do you want to know about Stella? -I want to know where I can find her.

Listen, what's going on?

You're the second one this week.

I mean, when she was in prison for six months

nobody gave a damn. I was the only one who went to see her.

Now she's out of jail

and everybody and his mother wants to know where Stella is.

You say I'm the second one.

Yeah.

Last week this fat guy was here.

He wanted me to sell him all the negatives I had of Stella.

Fat guy, did you get his name?

No, I didn't like him.

I told him to go to hell.

You didn't sell him the negatives?

I didn't like him. He wasn't my kind of guy.

So what am I gonna do?

Maybe eh, maybe she's with one of her lovers.

What do you think? -Lovers.

First, Stella never has more than one guy at a time.

Second, she's been in prison for six months.

And third, Stella never goes back to old lovers.

Conclusion: if she's got a new guy, it's a shiny new guy.

That's good thinking. What if she's left the country?

She can't, she's on parole.

Here's my number, if you find out anything. Anything at all.

Just give me a ring, OK?

That can be. What's your name?

Marina. Call me when you have a lead.

Alright. - Fine -Goodbye.

Bonsoir, mademoiselle. - Goodnight.

May I use your phone, mr. Marlowe?

Hello? Police headquarters please.

I'm no celluloid image. I'm... real.

What took you so long?

I passed by and popped into my apartment to get some clothes.

Come and sit down, have a great picture.

I'm giving a talk to my mother.

Is it a murder? -I don't know, it's very funny.