Spasmo

Got a light?

Thanks.

Hurry!

Wait!

It's a doll!

What a wonderful place!

Look over there. That's the Spanish fort.

Overlooks the whole bay.

Is this where you used to come with Fritz?

I don't see anything special about it. I mean it's lovely, yes, but...

You're wrong, it's mysterious. Besides we were kids.

I remember one summer, long ago.

We found a dog lying dead. Someone...

Oh please!

Someone had strangled it.

It was a horrible sight.

It made me sick.

- If it wasn't for Fritz I... - Stop!

Christian, there's a dead woman, down there!

- Who are you? What do you want? - I'm sorry.

I thought...

You looked dead from up on the hill.

What happened to you?

It must've been the sun I...

I must've fainted, I don't remember.

Do you feel better now?

Yes, I feel much better.

I'm sorry, my name's Barbara.

I am Xenia, this is Christian.

What you need is a double scotch. That'll pick you up.

I'll get it.

It wouldn't be wise to leave a couple of women alone.

What made you think I was dead?

We were talking about a dog, that was strangled.

So, would that be the power of suggestion?

Perhaps. Where are you from?

Well, I'm...

Christian, I can't find it.

Excuse me.

Where did she go?

Disappeared.

What is it?

Tucania. What's that?

An Etruscan barrel or a talking bird?

Hello?

Yes.

What about it?

What did you say that name is?

Tucania.

Ciao!

Hey, your bag!

Thank you darling. I'll see you later, ok?

Hi, everybody!

- Hi, sweetheart. How are you? - Fine, couldn't be better.

Have a drink.

- Cheers! - Cheers!

Come on honey, let's go on the poop deck.

Nice boat, nice party, nice everything.

Thanks.

Sounds like you're having a nice boring time.

How would you know about the party? We don't know each other.

I was passing by, I saw the name Tucania.

Got curious. What is it, a bird?

No, a yacht. Mine.

- Do you know Barbara? - Why?

You look at her like the two of you robbed a bank together.

- Not yet. - Got an aspirin by any chance?

Why, don't you fell well?

No I don't, and you're lucky. It means I'm not pregnant.

Congratulations, have a drink to celebrate.

Come with me. I'll give you an aspirin.

Are you angry?

Well, aren't you even going to ask me why I left today?

Who is Alex?

Let's say he's a friend...

rich, possessive, sympathetic...

who is also in love with me.

Poor Alex.

Courtesy isn't exactly your strong point.

I know...

and yet I'd like to use a little courtesy with you.

And gentleness and tenderness.

That's funny, that's not the reaction I usually provoke.

That's because I like you, seriously.

You never give up, do you?

That moon doesn't bother you?

There's no moon in my motel room.

I was right. You're a sweet, sweet whore.

Ok, let's go.

But you have to shave your beard off first.

What?

Your sweet, sweet whore doesn't take any payments, but she does have her whims.

You're crazy. I could have you now, here,

and you'd like it even with the beard.

I have a razor in my room.

Big, sharp and sexy.

- What'll you have? - A coffee please.

Let's go inside.

You really want me to...

Yes, apart from the fact that it scratches me...

I'm very suspicious of men with beards.

Okay, okay.

It's not the first time that a convict had to change his appearance.

What do you do?

Plastics.

I am the major stockholder in my brother's company.

Asking too much of you?

I'm afraid you could ask me for anything.

While you shave, I'll create some atmosphere, okay?

Don't put all the lights out.

Everything all right?

Second thoughts?

You know what?

You can keep your lovely beard and leave. It's really a very silly game.

No, in fact it's a beautiful game...

and I'm not going to leave, even if you threaten to kill me.

Well, in which case, get started.

I think you're an exceptional woman...

capable of miracles.

Close the door, will you? Do you mind?

- What the hell... - Quiet, just do as you're told.

Look friend, whoever you are...

you're making a mistake.

No friend, there's no mistake.

That's for the girl.

Listen, about Barbara...

You lousy motherfucker...

you're trying to trade her back in exchange for your life?

Hold it!

You wouldn't, would you?

No, I don't want to kill you. But I want to know why you want to kill me.

What are you doing, destroying my bathroom?

What's happened?

What's the matter?

I've killed a man I never saw before.

It's not possible! You're joking.

I'm not joking.

A man... I killed a man!

Maybe you...

Maybe you want to... Come and see!

Come on, maybe you know who he is. Who he was.

No... No I'm not coming in there.

We have to phone the police.

No. It's too hard to explain. They won't believe us. They can't believe us.

Perhaps you should decide exactly what to say.

But I'm not calling the police, I'm calling my brother.

Maybe you shouldn't call your brother or the police.

Maybe you shouldn't call anyone just now.

Let's get out of here.

Let's get out of here and then we can decide what to do.

- You mean run away? - Yes.

You said yourself it would be too difficult to explain.

Come on!

Let's not have a scene alright?

- The setting's all wrong. Let's go inside. - What do you want, Alex?

- I want you to come with me. - Listen, you have no right ask...

You had your fun, now go.

Get in the car.

Where are you taking her?

We'll drink. You can come along.

We have a few things to clarify after what's happened.

Don't you agree?

You're playing a useless stupid game, Alex.

What do you hope to gain by it?

You.

For God's sake Christian, what's wrong?

You look like you just murdered someone.

What the hell do you mean?

Just what I said.

Why do you follow us? I'm sure it was you... - Christian!

Christian, we must behave like sensible human beings.

You're coming with me to Monte Carlo tomorrow morning.

A change of scenery will do you good.

My chain... The medal!

I must've left the medal over there!

Well, what do you say? You leave with me and Christian just leaves...

if he wants to keep out of trouble, OK?

Well, well, well...

So the kid isn't quite the fool he pretends to be.

What the hell did you bag?

It's a rubber doll, we found it tied up to a tree.

- No kidding. - Yeah, with a knife stuck in it.

- Hello? - Hello.

It's Christian.

Is my brother still at the factory?

This time of night?

Mr. Christian, there's nobody here but me, the watchman.

Try tomorrow morning.

How did you get here?

I ran away, I got a lift from a truck driver.

I was going straight to the motel but then I recognized your car and...

did you get the chain? Is everything alright?

The body...

The man's body... It's gone, disappeared. It's not in the bathroom.

But that's not possible, are you sure?

Also the automatic's disappeared. There's just a blood stain.

But that must mean that he's only wounded...

you didn't kill him! He's alive!

Or dead, someone took the body away.

You mean like an accomplice?