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The Strange Vice of Mrs. Wardh
Welcome!
- Hello! - Good evening.
- Good evening. - Hi Neil!
How's it going Neil?
Now that you live in New York you've forgotten your old friends
Obviously I'd like to come home more often. Isn't that true Julie?
Yes, especially if Wall Street was here.
But I don't have time to play the tourist.
Talking of which, the meeting with Muller is set for eight.
Seems he's willing to buy those share
which you told me about yesterday on the phone
I'm sorry dear, but I don't have time to take you home.
It's very important you know. I'll call you a taxi.
Don't worry, I can get one myself.
We apologise if we steal your husband
just a few metres into Austria.
I'm not an annoying wife.
The extremely important things first.
Kramorstrasse 25.
What's going on?
Good evening.
- Papers, please. - Here.
I'm sorry, madam. It's just a formality.
But why?
A woman was killed half an hour ago, near the airport.
Another woman killed?
Yes, and cut with a razor again. You can go.
This story is becoming an obsession
It's everywhere in the papers and on TV about that crazy maniac.
Yes, they mentioned it in the US as well.
They should bring back death penalty, that's what they should do it!
Then those sick people would get the end they deserve.
130 schillings.
- Keep the change. - Thank you.
- Welcome back Mrs Wardh. - Antonio, it's you.
A pleasure to see you again, madam.
Everything's in order in the apartment.
Has anyone come in the last minutes?
No, madam. Were you expecting someone?
The maid comes tomorrow.
I'll take care of the bags. Don't you worry.
Thank you.
- Mrs Wardh? - Yes?
These are for you. The porter asked
The porter also told me to deliver your suitcases
Leave them here.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
Yes I understand, Neil. At least try to pick me up
not too late though. No! I'm not angry
even though Carroll calls me 'the Widow Wardh'.
You've only stayed with me one night
in the three days we've been here.
Don't be too late. Bye.
Julie, you've finally stopped bothering the old man.
Look what I've brought you
He's just arrived, fresh from Australia.
With fantastic news!
You wouldn't believe it.
George! Tell her about our uncle.
To be honest, I was fond of old uncle.
Of course you were!
Anyway, our uncle croaked and left
a nice nest-egg for me and him.
We're the sole heirs.
You're family?
Yes.
At least that's the way it is for the notary in Sydney.
Uncle's dead without a will and the
young lady and I are the sole heirs.
What should I say? Condolences or congratulations?
Just say: Pleased to meet you.
Pleased to meet you.
Very good. Shall we drink something to celebrate?
- Our meeting? - No, to uncle's death.
Without which I'd never have met you.
Oh, right.
Julie, please don't steal the most
handsome cousin I have, alright?
A Martini rosso for me.
- Are your clothes really made of paper? - Underneath as well?
They're real, how naive.
- What would you say about having a look? - Lets give them a tug.
It's true, they're made of paper.
Carroll! Why didn't you say Jean was here as well?
He really pestered me about when you'd be back.
I told him to leave you alone but he came anyway.
Why does it matter to you?
- I'm going. - Why, Julie?
- Because I am. - Julie!
Wait.
- Leave me alone. - I'll take you home in my car.
No, go away.
Why?
Nothing brings us closer than having a vice in common.
I'm out of it, and now you make me sick.
Leave me alone!
Julie!
No, please.
Let him go.
You don't know Jean.
He likes hurting people.
What's up?
A terrible nightmare
but it's over so don't worry.
Julie tell me the truth.
What's wrong? Is it that man?
- Bye. - Bye!
Next time don't wear paper, come already naked.
- Funny! Goodbye. ...Bye!
Goodbye!
Wait a minute! Give it to me.
No parking zone, obstructing traffic. You'll pay now?
No, for god's sake, we collect them.
Thanks.
Done!
There are more than a thousand policemen in this town!
I want all their autographs!
It's not that easy, you know.
You're completely mad!
Why? Seem strange to you?
I once went to bed with someone who collected
ladies underwear. I realised he only wanted
to be with me to steal my knickers.
Hey!
Give me the paper, will you?
- Here. - Thank you.
Thanks.
Let me have a look. Another woman murdered.
We should be grateful to this maniac
for eliminating our competition.
They always write the same stuff
and I don't read it, but if I don't buy a paper I miss it.
How I envy you, Carroll
you're always so relaxed and cheerful.
No Julie
you just take the best wherever you find it.
A little here, a little there
and avoid thinking the worst.
I married Neil to finish with Jean.
Neil seemed so wise and calm.
But now I'm not so sure.
Neil's your husband, dear.
You can't expect to have everything from one man.
Carroll! Please...
The fact that you put someone between you and Jean
is already really important
Yes I know, but maybe
I need to escape from myself.
Jean would never accept not seeing me again
because he can't stand losing.
Excuse me, madam. There's a gentleman waiting for you
I put him in the living room.
I don't want to see anyone.
He asked for your husband. I told him he was out
but he wanted to wait to speak to you.
Come on! Who are you scared of?
If it's Jean we'll throw him out.
Come on, it'll be fun for me
Hello.
Look who it is, the handsome cousin.
My husband's not at home.
I'm sorry, Julie. But Carroll told me your husband
is an expert in financial matters.
I'd like to get his advice.
Yes, I see.
But I'm sorry, my husband's not here.
I'm glad instead, because...
to be honest it was just an excuse to see you again.
One definitely can't deny your sincerity.
We interrupted our celebratory drink the other night,
and I didn't want to miss the chance
to get to know you as well as I can.
Listen, my handsome cousin.
If you intend to woo her
I recommend you continue over a steak.
Mr...
Call me George.
Don't worry
you'll get a chance to speak to my husband
alright?
Yes
but it's you who should be worrying.
I like bothering women
even when their husbands are around.
Shall we go, Julie?
In any case
thanks for the lunch invitation, beautiful cousin.
For goodness sake, I'd never invite anyone to Birri's.
They serve mustard which swells your tongue.
Why did you treat him like that?
Because I wanted to!
People who are too sure of themselves get on my nerves.
If I were you, I'd do it
cousin or not.
Lets go and eat.
I am truly sorry, Miss Baxter. I had three tables left
but a gentleman has just booked them.
So we'll have to starve.
Why?
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