Good morning.
The headscarf looks good on you, very domestic, you've dressed well.
How about you help me out. That'd be good for you too.
Don't overwork yourself.
Good morning. My name is Robert.
I shoveled coal on a freighter during my student days, then I cleaned glasses in a Hamburg pub.
And now, to crown my career, I'm painting the walls in a renowned, distinguished London nightclub.
That would be good for some journalists, to do more physical work.
When are you leaving town?
Tomorrow. Tomorrow?
Thank you. That was the nicest thing you've said to me during our entire acquaintance.
I'll get that for you. Take the load off.
I wish I could take off my sweater too.
I'm already starting to sweat. I'm boiling in here.
Baked, boiled or fried, I like it either way.
You shouldn't look at me up and down like that.
Ah here we have it.
Please don't open it. I don't want to know what's inside.
You don't want to know what's in it?
No, it's supposed to be a surprise.
But I have to open it.
I have to show you the contents of the package, according to the law.
Otherwise something could go very wrong, you understand.
Two particularly valuable hairbrushes, made of solid silver,
with the initials T von R. Yes, T von R.
Yes, registered in Paris. Give it to me.
Yes, what is it? Did you find something?
T von R. Tilli from Rale, Countess of Lichtenstein.
Age 67. No, no, continue.
Tanja von Rader. Age 19.
Captain of the Austrian Olympic hockey team.
No that is not the fish we're looking for. Continue. Yes.
Theresa van Roth. 22. Yes, yes, that's it.
She disappeared from Basel Switzerland a year ago. Yes, I remember the affair.
Relatives were industrial barons or something like that.
Yes, in a moment, the girl's personal details. But quickly. Yes.
There was some nasty scandal with her father.
All right. Fine. Thank you very much. I'll talk to you again.
Theresa van Roth.
When her father died, she disappeared without a trace, and the matter was kept quiet ever since.
Well, the German newspapers made a lot of noise about it.
You have again proven that you have a damn fine nose.
The daughter of a millionaire as a dancer in a London nightclub. If that's not a scoop ...
Here, this is her, this is Lilliane. A moment please.
You believe that?
At least it's a chance.
Shut up! Police orders.
Tell you anything I know. Speak to everybody.
Okay. Half an hour.
What a mess. In half an hour the police are coming to interrogate everyone at the Flamingo Club.
If they interrogate Lilliane they'll find out everything.
Yeah, and why not?
I have to talk to her before the police do.
Come back right away.
It's my story, you can leave me to it.
Lilliane.
I knew you'd come.
Were you afraid of losing me?
I am, but that's not the only reason.
The police are picking you up.
In half an hour at the latest.
The devil is loose in the Flamingo Club.
Oh dear, they're a horse's length behind me.
And it will stay that way from now on. I'll always be a horse's length ahead of everyone.
Lilliane, I'm here because I want to help you.
It's a murder. You can't run away from that. Lilliane.
It's all good exciting material for you. What happened tonight.
You'll be well paid for the story. With the death of Ponytail as your ending.
Ponytail?
As you just said. The devil is loose in the Flamingo Club.
Is that all you have to say about the death of a child?
Lilliane I swear I had no idea.
It was Arpels, wasn't it? It was Arpels.
Arpels or Solo, it doesn't matter.
What's the difference? Solo's just as much to blame.
I hate men, right? You accused me of that when you met me.
I had every reason to hate men, and they keep proving me right.
They disgust me.
I thought you were different, but I was wrong.
You're like everyone else.
You're just here because of your story.
It's so easy to sit behind a typewriter and use other people's misfortunes as your business.
I'm listening.
Even if the police weren't coming, I would have finally run away today to be safe from them.
I'm used to running away. The first time I ran was when my stepfather shot himself.
He was a beautiful man, an important man.
My mother loved him very much.
She thought only the best of him.
Then he was arrested for fraud.
He told me to take him across the border.
When we were on the German side, he gave me a list of the women I should notify.
They were his girlfriends, in every big city where he did his business.
Then he stopped his car and he shot himself in front of me.
I was afraid of being mistaken for his murderer.
At first, I wanted to shoot myself too. But then I fled to London.
Okay. I also ran away from a lot of things.
I kept silent about everything that Johnny Solo and his business partners did.
I drank with them and joked. I became complicit.
But what happened to Ponytail doesn't have to happen to anyone else.
Lilliane, if you are convinced that Solo is complicit in her death,
then you have to make a statement and prevent even more young lives from being destroyed.
Come with me.
If I talk to the police, they will expose everything about me.
These terrible things I've run from will be part of my life again.
My mother's name will be dragged into the public eye again.
She won't survive it ...
You'd better think about yourself now.
I'm done. I don't care. I don't care.
I came here because I was hoping to find a good story in London.
I'm burying the story. It's too dirty for me.
I'll move on with you to find a better one.