Double Face (A doppia faccia)

'It had ended so tragically.

'And yet, it had all been planned down to the minutest detail.'

Whoa!

No, don't! Don't you do that!

Keep still. No, you've got to keep still. That's it.

'I met Helen Brown while on a brief holiday

'and fell madly in love with her.

'We got married and we were both happy.'

I love you, I really love you.

'Then, back in London, everything changed.'

Why do you play this silly music all the time, Helen?

I like it.

Darling, will you scrub my back?

Is there any particular reason Liz should be around all the time?

Don't be a bore.

Do I ever ask you anything about your secretary?

And don't look at me like that. I don't care a damn what you think.

Do you want a divorce, Helen?

How middle-class.

Even if my father found out, he couldn't care a damn either.

He is president of the company, though.

Yes, but I own 90% of the shares.

Mr. Brown is practically an employee of mine.

I thought you knew that.

When my mother died, she left me everything.

I see. He must have been disappointed.

She wanted to insure my future.

As I've insured yours.

By naming you my sole heir.

You'll have no problems.

To our future, then.

Where are you going?

To Liverpool, and then...

I don't know, maybe Scotland.

When are you coming back?

I haven't given it a thought.

I'll write to you.

Maybe you can join me.

I'd like to but I can't, because of the theatre.

So you've made up your mind?

Yes, I definitely need this vacation, John.

Are you sure you're doing the right thing?

Yes, John, quite.

I know it's right and Liz understands. You needn't worry.

She'll be back.

I can't stand him. He seems to like spying on us all the time.

It's over.

Poor John.

I don't understand her.

I know she's in love with me.

For two years, we've been happily married.

Don't think about it.

She's just like her mother, rich, moody, wicked.

Perhaps it's my fault.

No.

You'll just have to get used to it, like I did with her mother.

I'll never get used to it.

Helen? Are you ready?

We're coming.

Suki? Suki.

Have you already got your things in the car?

Yes, I have.

Do you want me to book a room for you at some hotel?

No, it's all right, John. Liz did it.

You aren't driving alone, are you?

Yes. Why?

I think John would prefer it if somebody went with you.

Well, I think I'm old enough to take care of myself, Father.

John?

- Do you mind? - Huh? Of course.

Thank you.

Bye.

The driver lost control of the motor car,

probably due to reckless speed.

The gas tank exploded, setting fire to the car

with no chance of escape.

The husband and the father of the victim.

Despite the fact that the body is beyond recognition,

it can be stated with certainty

that it is that of Helen Alexander.

Calling control tower.

Flight X239 from Liverpool requests landing orders.

Thank you.

Huh? No, thanks.

In a few minutes, we'll be landing at London Airport.

John, why don't you go away for a while, take a trip?

Maybe you're right.

I couldn't work anyway.

Morning.

Gordon?

- Do you know this man? - Yes, it's John Alexander.

Only three weeks after his wife died, he's in Saint Tropez.

So what? Wasn't it an accident?

Yes, I know,

but there's something in this case I don't like.

It's good to see you again, Mr. Alexander.

Thank you.

Excuse me. Mr. Brown is waiting for you.

All right.

John! Well...

Marvelous to see you.

I was beginning to think you'd never come back.

Perhaps you don't know me well enough. I would never leave the company.

Men never get to know each other well enough.

But I'm glad you're back. I don't feel so lonely.

I can't persuade myself that Helen is no longer alive.

I can't believe it.

I really can't.

I know. I see her everywhere.

We should concentrate on business, don't you think?

You're right.

You've got to decide if we're to merge with the French company.

I thought you had already decided.

The company belongs to you now. You have to make the decision.

Do you mind if I tell you I missed you very much, John?

Were you worried about the mail piling on my desk?

Why are you nasty to me? Please.

I'm not.

I'm only a secretary to you. Is that it?

What's happened since the...?

Why don't you try to forget?

Hmm. I will try.

By the way, a police inspector asked to see you while you were away.

He's out there. He called several times, insisting on seeing you.

What does he want?

I don't know.

Send him in.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- I'm Inspector Gordon of Scotland Yard. - Yes, I was expecting you.

- Inspector Stevens from Liverpool. - How do you do?

- Do sit down. - No, thanks.

We're only here to inform you

that the Liverpool police considers the case closed.

I didn't know there had been an inquest.

There are always inquests in accident cases. It's the law.

Did you have a good trip, Mr. Alexander?

I went to places where my wife and I had been together.

It's not the best way to forget a tragedy, is it?

Get these off at once.

May I help you with something? I'm very busy at the moment.

Mr. Alexander, I can see that.

Responsibility for the company now rests entirely upon you.

And this is for Mr. Brown.

I was sure you'd return today.

- Professional intuition? - Oh, no.

Nothing as fancy as that, Mr. Alexander.

It wasn't difficult, even for a modest inspector like myself,

to foresee your return for today,

quite simply because today is your wife's birthday.

Mr. Alexander, will you return to the same house?

For the moment, I am staying at the Savoy.

Well, thank you, sir.

Dry yourself and get out!

You're too rude to be anything but the owner of the house.

So?

Hurry up and get out!

Perhaps you'd be so good as to explain

why you are in such a rush to throw me out.

Ah, I understand. The usual middle-class husband.

You can't be afraid, I'm sure. You don't look the type.

Indeed, on the contrary, you're a brute and you've got a temper.

And a lot of strength.

Oh.

You brought in the light with you.

Turn it off. It was nicer...

You owe me an explanation.

Elementary, my dear Watson.

Elementary.

My name is Christine.

18 years old, without fixed lodgings.

Having seen a beautiful big house,

and very much in need of a perfumed bath,

I climbed over the fence and here I am,

beautiful and naked, as God made me.

Bloody hell. To think I looked everywhere for that whisky

and it was right under my nose.

Hey, you can't drink alone.

Please?

Drink up and go.

Villain, that's what.

You're a dangerous man.

Why don't you let me sleep here with you tonight?

I'll be good and... I don't snore.

And tomorrow morning, we could have a very...

I'm sorry. I'm terrified of storms.

- Oh! - I told you to get out.

It hurts. I can't walk anymore.

I'm sorry but that's your fault.

OK, tell me where to go. I'll drive you.

- Ow. - Come on.

If you want your keys...

See you.

Listen, darling, how about showing that film of mine tonight?

Hey, he's gonna show my film!

Well, you still don't know Peter. He always saves the best till last.

Try a little patience. You won't regret it.

It better be good!

Oh, look at that ring!

Ooh!

- When did you make this film? - Well, don't shout.