Yes, he's leaving for Tokyo at last.
I really want to see you, you know?
I'll wait for you. Come right away.
Serious air disaster.
No survivors.
Thirty-five English among the victims.
Mr Brenton? Mrs Baumer is here.
Good. Show her in.
Please take a seat.
You know why I took the liberty of disturbing you?
Well, to recap: about a year ago your husband
took out a life insurance policy
at our Athens office with you as the beneficiary,
and you have stated you know nothing about it.
My husband and I were very independent.
Yes, Mr Baumer often left you alone.
The centre of his business was in Greece.
He came to London from time to time.
Don't think badly of me, he was much older than me.
The policy in your favour is worth $1,000,000.
Almost £400,000.
Meaning you're going to give me a million dollars?
Exactly.
Our company in Athens won't have any problems
paying the money due to you
after the necessary formalities.
That's all, madam.
On behalf of my company I would like to offer my condolences.
Please call Peter Linch for me.
I'm calling from outside.
They're bound to be tapping my phone.
No, I didn't have any problems.
I'll cash in the policy in Athens.
Leave me alone.
What else do you want from me?
Don't be frightened.
You haven't got anything to be afraid of.
You don't interest me any more
you can deceive somebody else now.
Why don't you leave me in peace then?
See what you've turned into.
Don't delude yourself,
the drugs haven't completely destroyed me.
On the contrary, my memory's clearer,
and my imagination's more fertile.
Now it's you who depends on me.
Really? And what makes you think that?
I've got the proof that you wanted
to get rid of your husband.
You wrote it in a letter you sent me about a year ago.
That doesn't mean I murdered him.
Certain phrases could be explosively interpreted.
Now that a plane's crashed with your husband aboard
and an insurance policy has turned up paying you...
I've got nothing to be afraid of.
I wouldn't risk it if I were you.
How much do you want for that letter?
I need five hits a day now,
and it's getting more and more expensive.
A £100 now,
and another hundred at your place tonight.
You've got to give me another £300.
And then from seven tonight,
you'll never hear about Philip again.
It's not here.
The letter...
I booked a room in the name of Lisa Baumer.
May I?
Of course.
Evidently fate decided we should meet again.
Rather than fate I'd say it was your job, Mr Linch.
You work for Intercontinental Insurance Limited.
As you can see, I have my own informants too.
Surprised?
No, nothing's really private these days.
I declare myself the loser.
Do you want to sit down?
Don't waste your time.
I betrayed my husband,
but I'm not guilty of anything else.
Mrs Baumer, it's for you.
I'm sorry, I've got to go.
No, no, please don't get up.
I hope you're not shocked that I haven't
dressed formally for the setting.
It's really well-suited to a farce or tragedy,
Don't you think?
So you're Lara.
Make yourself at home.
I must advise you I only came here out of courtesy
so please don't waste my time.
That depends on you, dear.
Sharif, my lawyer.
Kurt's widow.
So why did you want to talk to me?
I'm not one to beat around the bush.
You're here to cash in Kurt's life insurance:
You know how to grasp the situation 'on the fly'.
What are you insinuating?
That it was you who made that plane crash.
Stop right there. I've no desire to listen to you.
But you will listen to me.
Kurt wanted to divorce you and marry me.
He wanted to change the policy's beneficiary.
You found out and had him killed.
That money belongs to me.
You're mad. No court in the world
would recognise any right of yours to that money.
My lawyer has a completely different opinion.
Isn't that true, Sharif?
He's not much of a lawyer
but he's got a special talent
for making people disappear without trace.
You killed Kurt.
And you've got to pay me for my loss.
I didn't kill anyone.
You can tell that to the inquest commission
who are investigating the plane crash.
If we denounced you the insurance company
would block payment of the $1,000,000.
Whereas if you were to sign a document
giving me half the money, you could count
on a demonstration of my gratitude.
Otherwise, I'd be forced to get revenge for Kurt.
Sharif, stop her!
I knew you'd get into trouble
sooner or later. - Get me out of here.
- Lets go to the police. - No, to the hotel.
I beg you to forget what happened.
I want to explain...
Tomorrow. We'll talk it over tomorrow.
And thank you for what you did for me tonight.
If might insist, it would be prudent not to cash
the check but to deposit it in your London bank.
and then you could think about a transfer.
I repeat that I'd prefer the cash.
Please sign here, here and here.
You can go to the bank to collect the sum
which we've asked them to put at your disposition.
Thank you.
Good. I don't think there's anything else.
Please wait a minute for me.
What time's the first plane to Tokyo?
here it is: the first plane's this evening at nine.
I'd like one first class ticket.
There's no-one there.The villa's almost always
empty, and the custodian's gone into town today.
I'll try again tomorrow.
An intercontinental call from Tokyo for you.
At last.
- Is that you?
All done. I'm leaving on the 9 o'clock flight tonight.
Speak to you soon.
Has Mrs Baumer come down yet?
No, sir. She lunched in her room
and asked not to be disturbed until 7:30.
I'll be leaving the hotel this evening.
Call her again. Tell her the taxi's waiting for her.
She's not answering.That's strange.
Perhaps she went out without leaving the key.
Mrs Baumer called me at seven and asked for a
taxi at 8:15 and she hasn't been out since then.
Anyway lets find out why she's not answering now.
Come with me.
Presumed time of death, doctor?
Seems like the work of a sex maniac.
But there's also a million dollars
which have disappeared.
As far as I'm aware you're the only person
who knew the victim here in Athens.
I'm a police inspector.
Didn't you hear what I said?
Yes, but it's not true.
There was someone else who tired to kill her
two nights ago in an old theatre in the city.
Who?
I'd like to know too.
Lisa didn't want to tell me anything.
He was a big tall man, and there was a woman too.
A red-head, l think.
I didn't have time to get a good look.
We'll investigate.
What were you doing yesterday afternoon?
I had lunch in the hotel.
Then I requested a call to London at about three.
I waited for an hour and twenty minutes at the bar.
And who did you speak to in London?
With Mr Brenton,the director of the life branch
of Intercontinental Limited.
What's your relation to Intercontinental?
From slave to boss.
I've worked for Intercontinental for eleven years.
I had the job of checking out that woman, and
I had to investigate her possible responsibility for
the plane crash which resulted in a lot of money.
And what did you do after the phone call?
I was at our office in Athens, where they told me
that Mrs Baumer had been to withdraw
a million dollars and that she wanted it in cash.
So you knew she'd cashed the cheque. Go on.
Then I went around the city. Why?
Mr Linch, your alibi can only be partially confirmed.
And I'm thinking you're very perceptive
and you think you've got the murderer.
Well, lets say I never believe in appearances.
- Remember Plato? - Vaguely.
Now we'll go to Baumer's villa.
Didn't you say someone had tried to kill you?
L don't think I'll let you leave Greece that easily.
Oh, I love Greece.
Just think, my grandfather was called Homer,
and I believe he was born in these parts.
Very interesting.
London says that Mr Linch is here in Athens
on behalf of Intercontinental Limited
to check up on Lisa Baumer.
He's above suspicion in their eyes, and mine too.
Might I know in whom you have such faith?
I'm involved in the same investigation, Mr Linch.
No, no. Stay back.
- Is he the killer?
Just a minute.
Before I give you a name, I've got to find him...
Please be kind enough to say if he's the murderer?
He's got an enchanting smile for a monster.
I see we aren't lacking in spirit.
Everyone hides their desperation as best they can.
Remember Oscar Wilde?
Vaguely.
Please, lets not digress.
The plane on which Baumer was travelling
disappeared into the Pacific Ocean,
we'll unfortunately never know if it was due
to sabotage or just a simple accident.
We need to find out why Lisa wanted
the money in cash and why she was
in such a hurry to get to Tokyo.
The person who killed her to steal the $1,000,000
also knows what happened to the plane.
You declared that only two nights ago Mrs Baumer
was threatened in an old theatre of the city
by two unrecognisable people and...
Alright, we'll investigate those two as well.
You Interpol people should try to find out
who she was going to meet in Tokyo.
She got a call from there before she died.
Don't worry. We've already looked into it.
The call was made from a public phone box
so it'll be very hard to identify the caller.
So find out if one of her friends left for Tokyo.
Here you are... she was seated at this table.
And that man from the paper came yesterday.
I know that already.
What I don't know is who
sent that note to Lisa Baumer.
Anybody could show me one of those.
Scared of someone?
Please come in.
What do you want?
It's you who wanted something.
To be precise, one million dollars from Lisa Baumer.
I didn't kill that woman.
I didn't say you did.
- Can I sit down?
It was you, and that evil bastard with the knife.
You're insasne.
It was you two who murdered Lisa.
Don't pretend you don't recognise me.
I saw you with that man in the theatre.
But I've never seen you before.
Don't lie.
I don't know anything.
For that bloody money, you murdered her
for that bloody money! Admit it.
I didn't even know that she'd withdrawn
the money and hidden it in her room.
How could I have known?
Calm down. Even the police don't use
those techniques any more, Peter.
She was at the theatre with the man
with the knife who tried to run me over.
He's mad.
I've never been in any theatre.
Didn't you know Lisa Baumer personally?
Kurt spoke to me about her.
We should have got married.
He'd have changed everything,
the insurance and the will.
That woman killed him before he could do it.
I'm happy she's dead, but I didn't murder her.
And no-one tried to cut my head off
just a few moments ago?
I suppose his penknife slipped
while he was cleaning his nails.
If someone wanted to kill you,
they'd have definitely have had their reasons.
I don't even know who you are.
He's an investigator for the company
that paid a million dollars to Lisa.
Do a good search.That money should be here,
or with her friend who tried to do me in.
That's Inspector Stavros's job.
Peter, do you have an idea who might
have a motive to kill you?
No, I really don't.
I was following you knowing that
sooner or later you'd bring me to this woman.
Nothing else.
In any case we can say that
Soneone's thrown down the gauntlet.
He hasn't arrived yet.
Who are you? Who should I say called?
My keys, please.
Yes, straight away.
Mr Linch, a young Frenchwoman
came and left this for you.
This is the first time a "subject"
turned out to be so photogenic.
How about an interview over lunch at Dionisids?
What is that, lunch or a work-out?
You become cynical working in the news.
May I sit down?
You enjoy eating here?
Why? Don't you like French cooking?
Regarding French things, I like you.
My paper will pay a lot for an exclusive.
What is this, lunch or an interview?
Partly one, partly the other.
Stanley told me that they tried
to cut your head off yesterday.
Yes, that's right.
But since it was my head and not his,
he didn't give it much importance.
If it was Lisa Baumer's murderer,
he must be an idiot.
Why?
Well I'd become a model citizen with a million dollars.
Maybe he's afraid of being caught.
Or perhaps you know something which
could send him to the gallows.
I've repeatedly told the police
everything I know about Lisa Baumer.
It's my profession.
No, no. It doesn't hold water.
You've got to know something else.
Something which has slipped your mind now,
a particular or a detail you've forgotten,
but which the murderer's afraid of.
What are you thinking about?
I don't know.
There's something I can't remember which
could be the missing link in the story.
Why did Lisa withdraw that million in cash?
Why did she suddenly decide to leave for Tokyo?
Who was waiting for her there?
One of her lovers, or maybe an accomplice.
The person responsible for the plane crash.
And why not her husband?
Her husband was on that plane.
You know what I'm going to tell you?
I'm giving it up.
As soon as Stavros gives me my passport,
I'll get them to excuse me from the assignment.
After all, my skills don't regard the dead,
they regard the living.
I won't report this part of the interview in the article
So,that's the local police's technique!
But why would they have done it?
For the money.
But why did they take it out on your mattress?
Don't you get it?
They really think I killed that woman and
they hoped to find the money in the mattress.
No, this isn't police work.
They've ripped everything apart as if they hated it.
Here, look! What could you hide in a curtain,
but they've completely destroyed it.
What are you doing?
Changing rooms, of course.
I hope this is to your liking.
Don't worry, I'll take care of the clothes.
- Sir, the manager wanted to express... - Express it tomorrow.
The way things are going, I've got the feeling
that changing rooms won't be enough.
I should change hotel, city and profession.
To us, in spite of everything.
To everything, in spite of us.
It's becoming philosophical.
I don't like to sip.
Me neither.
What did you put in my glass? You've drugged me.
I always do it to increase my charm.
Including killing that boy in London.
We should have eliminated Lisa immediately.
Someone cleverer than us got their first.
I was sure Peter Linch was involved.
So, we've made yet another mistake.
I'll see you tomorrow at the usual place.
Alright, see you tomorrow.
Who's there?
Sharif, come here.
Somebody's breaking down the door.
Like the other woman?
Alright. I didn't tell anyone,
I didn't know I'd end up here tonight.
Yes, I'll come right away.
I've got to rush off.They've killed another woman.
Looks like the murderer's
the same one who got rid of Baumer.
You've really got to go?
There are some people on the paper who are
just waiting for an excuse to kick me out.
They say it's not a woman's job.
As if seeing people with their intestines
hanging out was a man's job.
Luckily the editor's on my side. If he wasn't...
Did they say who the murdered woman was?
Yes, a certain Lara Florakis.
She was in the old town.
Autopsy report. Lisa Baumer.
Abdominal injury due to a cut from the pubical
umbilical line to the edge of the xiphoid process
of the sternum. Injury to the anterior base
of the neck in the form of a reclining 'S'.
abdominal injury with the same characteristics
as the one before. Injury to the anterior base
of the neck approximately like the one before.
Injury due to a cut at the height of the malleoli
in the posterior region of the leg. Injury due to
a cut to the hand on the cutaneous projection
of the metacarpal joint of the last four phalanges...
That's enough.
That's all for now.
We're faced with an expert professional.
I've rarely seen such precise work.
...you were also checking-up on that woman.
Interpol has nothing to say?
I think that finding the killer's
no longer Interpol's job.
In my opinion we're dealing with a sex maniac.
A maniac who's only killed Kurt Baumer's women,
and stole a million dollars?
Even sex maniacs have to pay the piper.
I see that Intercontinental Limited are
conspicuously generous with their expenses.
They're fair, in the circumstances.
If you say so.
It looks like someone hoped to
find the treasure in your room.
With all the publicity you've created about me,
who knows how many people, apart from you,
have been tempted to take a look in my room.
You're right, but not about the way it was done.
Someone wants to cast suspicion on you.
Thanks for the information the other night,John.
Oh, so it was you who called Cleo.
I try to help her when I can.
Right. And how did you know she was with me?
You're one of the suspects.
Stavros watches you constantly.
You shouldn't be upset,
at least while that butcher's still in circulation.
Yes, but it won't be easy to catch him.
Now that all the leads are dead ends.
No, there's one which is going somewhere.
Trains, planes and ships are all under surveillance.
It's not easy to make a million dollars vanish.
Believe me.
But whoever stole it could hide it in the mattress
and sleep on it for ten years.
Well, I'm not so sure.
When a man kills for money like that,
he can't even sleep on it fora month.
I think my friend Stanley's right:
that money will be the murderer's downfall.
In any case, I ask you not leave Athens.
I have absolutely no desire to leave.
- Do you like it?
You're very sweet.
I'll be back in six days.
Don't forget to turn off the electricity if you go
away, and leave the keys with the porter.
If it's for me, I'll take it.
Yes, he's arrived.
I'm going, or I'll miss my plane.
Oh, don't get distracted...
and some things shouldn't be done at the table.
Taste it.
Do you like it?
What's wrong? Does it need some paprika?
On the contrary...
I'll never let you waste time in the kitchen again.
It's that odd fellow from the next floor.
What do you want?
You blocked the garage entrance with your car.
Very well. I'll come down and move it.
Send the porter next time, or I'll make you lose
interest in sticking your nose into other's business.
He's right. I left the car in front of the entrance.
I'll be back straight away,
so don't you move.
What's the time?
The best time of my life.
I've got a batch of photos to develop.
Stay here.
You can't make love all day.
Why not? You can always try.
Then you relax in the sun, and then again...
Are you serious?
I've never been more serious in my life.
My desire to give it all up
and leave is growing every day.
Just think, a boat and the open seas of the world.
Free and happy.
Every so often you return to see how things
are going.When? I don't know, in autumn.
Not this one... the next. Or Christmas, who knows?
There's a lovely place in the Tuamatoo.
You need some money to live and do nothing.
Yes, that's true. Some money...
So let me go to work and earn some.
Cleo, you'd come with me if I asked you?
I don't know.
Well, go to work then, slave...
Bye, see you tomorrow.
Damn, the electricity's cut.
Who's there?
Cleo? It's me. I forgot my car keys.
What's going on? Open the door!
He tried to kill me.
Let me have a look. It's not serious.
It's not a deep wound. Wait.
Tell him they've tried to murder another woman:
Oh, Peter... he could come back.
Don't be scared.
He's a bastard who only attacks women.
Did you recognise him? Did you spot anything?
No, it was so dark.
I saw... I only saw the blade of that knife.
I never thought I could be so scared.
I never thought...
It's over now.
No, Mr Linch. You're more useful here.
What has happened?
Cleo's suffering from shock. I'd better go.
There are doctors for that. Come with me.
They've taken her away already?
I had to break down the door, and when he
saw me, he escaped through the window.
They cut the wires.
Someone entered while Cleo was working there.
Someone who knew the apartment well
and could find the main switch in a few seconds.
You're trying to say it was me?
First Lisa, then Lara, and now Cleo.
And you.
You every time.
What? I was shouting behind that door
while someone was trying to murder Cleo.
Calm down. Cleo's not dead in any case,
and she can give us her version.
Right. At least the victim can speak this time.
Go ahead with your dusting for prints.
It won't be that useful.
They'll find my prints all over the place.
There's always hope we'll find others.
It's yours?
Could be a lead.
Doesn't seem that common.
You know, I'm sorry but it's hard to say.
Perhaps if l saw the original...
I don't have the original.
I just want to find out who made it.
Is it one of a series which anyone could make or...
Are you from the police?
It's not common. I don't think there's anyone
left in Greece who can work filigree like that.
It's definitely Oriental style, maybe Turkey.
It's hard to say.
I told that woman it wasn't prudent
to withdraw a million dollars in cash.
Yes, but if Lara Florakis's death is connected
to that money, I don't understand why
they've now tried to kill Cleo Dupont.
Don't worry too much about it.
Nobody will fire you if you don't find the money.
We don't expect you to be like Sherlock Holmes.
I came here hoping that talking about it
would unlock that little something in my head.
Never mind.
Listen, do you have a photo of Kurt Baumer here?
That one printed in the papers.
They must have it down in PR.
Get them to leave a copy for Mr Linch at reception.
It probably won't be any use, but thanks anyway.
They're sending you home? When?
Tomorrow? Well I'll come and get you.
But what does he want with me?
Are you watching Cleo for professional reasons,
or you're in love with her like me?
I like people with a sense of humour, Mr Linch.
I like them so much that I'd be pleased
Yes, of course you've got time to shave...
on your way here.
I can't stand inappropriate humour.
What have you got against Peter Linch?
Can't you swallow the fact that he saved my life?
My dear woman, I've already said I...
...Can't stand inappropriate humour.
Your hands.
What?
I'd like you to show us your hands.
May I know why?
To predict the future.
Cleo bit that man on the hand.
Yes, but she also told me he was wearing gloves.
I don't believe Cleo has paws.
Inspector, why don't you look at this
if you're looking for a bite-mark?
I cut myself with a glass.
A straight cut isn't proof of his innocence.
The murderer could have erased the mark
left by the teeth by making another cut.
If you're finished with your absurdities Mr Linch...
You can go.
Of course, if you've finished with yours.
The investigation into the theft of $1,000,000
continues without results. Even though the
attacker's motive isn't clear, the features of the
attack on the journalist Cleo Dupont
seem to connect the event to the Baumer case.
The police are now following up on a scorpion
cuff-link left in the apartment by
the attacker of the correspondent
on the night of the attempted murder,
in the hope of catching the person
Inspector Stavros,
who is responsible for the investigation,
hasn't shown much optimism.
That's the latest news.
You won't manage to kill me.
Look, it's me who should be sick, not you.
What's wrong?
I feel something's slipped my mind.
Like when you know you know something important,
but you can't focus on it.
Getting things in focus is my speciality.
Cleo, you've got an enlarger at home, haven't you?
It's very grainy, but we should be able to see it.
This would also explain the death of that steward,
Lisa's last lover. Maybe he knew something.
Baumer could still be alive and in circulation
It's a bit of a risky theory, but..
We've got to accept it for now.
So lets analyse this theory.
Kurt Baumer takes out a policy for a million dollars,
payable only in the case of death. Then he gets
someone to take the plane in his name,
perhaps with the steward's complicity,
and he hides a clockwork bomb in the luggage.
Game over.
Lisa comes to Athens and gets the cash,
perhaps with his agreement.
In any case, Kurt had already decided
to get rid of the wife and grab all the cash.
Who would suspect him?
He's legally dead.
But Lara Florakis knew something.
Her and her friend.
Why not get rid of them and of the steward
who seems to have been here to meet someone?
Right. And then to assault Cleo with the sole
motive of giving us the cuff-link?
I don't understand what danger
he could see in Cleo either.
Maybe he just wanted to increase the number
of victims to make us think he really was a maniac.
No, he had another reason.
If Peter hadn't gone back and we'd have found her
dead, we'd have had a miscarriage of justice.
This is the way it is.
The real reason for Cleo's attack was
so that we'd accuse Peter Linch.
And he almost succeeded anyway.
What do you think?
The theory works.
Maybe we can get this man if we let him think
we've fallen into his trap.
Do you feel like playing the part of a wanted man?
I've still got the boat at Piraeus.
I could take it and get out of things for a while.
In the meantime you could pretend to look for me.
Talking of which...
the doctor ordered me to take a cruise.
It's an idea.
It would be more believable.
Is there a radio on your boat?
It'll be very important to stay in touch.
What do you think?
We'll send you messages in code.
It would be better if you left now. Use that door.
Let them go.
Oh, another thing, Inspector.
I think I deserve an exclusive.
You have the exclusive on Peter Linch for now.
This is it,this is the life.
That's right. We go where the wind takes us.
The important thing is to love.
See, you're learning how to live.
What do you want?
Is this Kurt Baumer's villa?
It was.
A bank took custody of it on Mr Baumer's death.
A bank? Aren't there any heirs?
I don't know.
My boss owed money to this bank.
Could I have a look inside?
Why not?
You were in Mr Baumer's service for a long time?
The war was still on. I met him in hospital.
We were both badly injured.
I was full of grenade shrapnel.
Peter... why are you carrying that sack?
For the spare harpoons and other equipment.
Don't worry.
I competed for the British team for five years.
So, Peter, did you catch the whale?
It got away from me.
I'll try again tomorrow.
This definitely changes everything.
It's the only possible theory.
We'll have to bluff it.
You're too curious, Cleo.
The world's full of people who made money sinking
old ships full of unfortunates to get the insurance.
When I came across Baumer's policy
I decided the million dollars would be mine.
The steward Barnet, was my partner in crime,
while I needed a partner.
It wasn't hard for him to place a bomb on the plane.
Lisa was his lover,
and she should have met him in Tokyo.
We'd have made her disappear there,
together with the million dollars.
I couldn't predict that Lara would have
the same intentions as me,
so I was forced to put the money in a safe place.
You... you killed all those people.
Lisa, Lara... for that money.
How could you have done it?
"There's a crime behind every great fortune"
You should know that... a Frenchman wrote it.
How could it have been you that night, with me?
You were outside the door. You saved me.
The police suspected me.
I'd never have got out of Greece with the money.
So I had the idea of bringing Baumer back to life.
I used the steward's services to make a replica in
Turkey of those cuff-links I'd seen in the photo.
And to attack you.
You're mad, Peter.
What are you trying to do?
Can someone hear me? Call the police!
This is Cleo Dupont, from the boat of Peter Linch.
We're still at Ninnis Island.
He's the murderer. It's Peter Linch!
He's going to kill me..
If you don't lift this
...it doesn't transmit.
No-one will ever catch us, and you...
you'll live with me.
We've got $1,000,000
Why did you have to know?
Peter, you're sick.
They'll help you, you'll see.
Don't ever say that again, Cleo. Never again!
They haven't communicated their
position since last night.
It'll be really difficult to find them.
They could be far away by now.
It's all over now.
He's gone where no policeman can ever reach him.
Peter was mad.
A lucid madness which was hard to discover.
How did you realise he was guilty?
The solution was enclosed in this box.
I noticed a brooch on her jacket similar to
the cuff-link in the final interrogation of the
murdered steward's hostess friend.
She told me the brooch was a present the
steward had brought her from Turkey. I thought
the discovery of that cuff-link could be a trick.
And I had no doubts at all when
I found the original cuff-links in Baumer's house.
Peter was still the only suspect.
We hoped he'd betray himself,
but you found out the truth before us.
Now you've totally recovered.
Take a long holiday, you'll forget this horrible story.
I didn't know you were still in Athens.
I was waiting for a beautiful day
and a beautiful girl before leaving.