Passion

This film contains some violent scenes

This film contains very strong language

This film contains some scenes of a sexual nature

Panasonic. Ideas for life.

WOMAN GROANS

These are terrible.

-It's actually...really bad.

-Yep.

Horrible.

We need something raw.

-Something that doesn't look like it's from outer space.

-Yeah.

I mean, our smartphone has to be the smartest.

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

THEY LAUGH

-We need...

-We need...

It's so beautiful here. It's perfect.

Thank you.

You have excellent taste.

Not only that.

You know what I like about you?

You are...conscientious.

You are incredibly bright.

And...you're driven.

Like me.

Oh, wow! What's that?

It's... It's... It's organic.

-GIGGLING

-It's organic?

GIGGLING CONTINUES It's healthy.

-Oh, so it's good for me?

-Yeah!

-Oh, hello!

-Hello.

Two drunken bees hard at work, huh?

And I'm disturbing you. I should go.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Don't go. Stay. Love surprises.

Yes, you do.

-Hello, Isabelle.

-Hello, Dirk.

I better be going.

-Um, just... Isabelle, leave it.

-Yeah.

You should stay, Isabelle.

-Good night, Dirk. Good night.

-Good night.

-Isabelle.

It's freezing out.

There. That's lovely.

You keep that.

-Oh, no, no, no. I can't take stuff like...

-Yes, you can.

I think we make a really good team.

We do. I'll-I'll work on this at home.

You're crazy. SHE KISSES

I love it.

MOANING

Fuck!

Stop. Just fucking stop.

-'Your devoted assistant here.'

-Hi, I-I'm sorry to wake you up.

I just got a great idea for the campaign. Can you come over?

-'You're the boss.'

-Yeah.

And bring the tightest pair of jeans you've got.

-Morgen.

-Morgen.

Rolf? Hi.

No, I can't. No, no.

This weekend is terrible.

I'm going to London. I'm going to London in, like, three hours.

Reynolds is going.

OK.

Yeah.

I'll figure it out.

OK, I think we got it.

Let's see what we have.

-What do you think?

-I love my ass.

Yeah, but what do you think about the rest of it?

I think it's brilliant.

And I want a list of everybody's budgets, research accounts and financials on my desk by tomorrow.

-Christine, I can't make it so soon...

-Do you want me to do it?

No, but...

-No, because that's your job, Eric. Right?

-Right.

Right. Thank you, that's all.

-Good morning.

-Oh, hi! Good morning.

Oh, look at those eyes. Are you all hungover?

Oh, no. I woke up in the middle of the night and I, uh,

I think I got it.

-You got it?

-Yeah, I think so.

I did something this morning, and, er, I want you to have a look.

Hmm. OK.

-I, er, I think it's pretty good.

-Do you?

Hi, guys. So, how hot are my girlfriend's new jeans?

SHE CHUCKLES

Pretty hot.

I-I have a little stick for you so you can run it on the plane.

Hmmm.

No.

I don't think so.

Oh! Er, why not?

Because...you are going to London.

-Oh! Really?

-Yes, really.

Isabelle, you know these campaigns inside and out.

Including this latest brainstorm. I think you will do an amazing job.

-Ah, but you haven't finished seeing it.

-I've seen enough.

And I trust you.

Dirk is going to meet you at the airport. He knows London very well,

so you'll be in good hands.

Hi, guys. So, how hot are my girlfriend's new jeans?

Well...pretty hot.

But I'm prejudice. So...

how can I find out? I don't know.

But what's that thing in my back pocket? Ohh!

You ready?

-You bet.

-Good!

Ass cam.

-What?

-Ass cam.

-Ooh!

WOMEN GIGGLE

-Are you ready to see what the man in the street thinks?

-I am.

Let the party begin.

I've made some primo dinner reservations at Margaux.

For eight o'clock. It's highly recommended.

It's got more stars than the galaxy.

You know what, Dani? I'm really tired.

I think I'll just head back to the hotel and order some room service.

I'll see you in the morning. Thanks.

-I can't believe you're here with me.

-You're incredible. You're beautiful.

WOMAN MOANING

Dirk!

We are crazy about this idea.

We love it. We're actually thinking of going international with it.

Oh! What? That's amazing! I...

It's funny. I just got this brainstorm in the middle of the night and...

Funny how that happens sometimes.

Outstanding!

I can tell you now I was a little worried

when I heard you weren't going to be here yourself.

Oh, well, I'm sorry if I worried you, JJ.

It's just, we have our annual audit coming up and I thought

I should probably stay put.

I briefed Isabelle down to the very last detail.

She was on the ground,

I was in reserve, ready to step in if need be.

-Well, OK. Well done, Christine.

-Oh, thank you.

Tell me something. Have you got any interest in coming home to New York?

And desert the natives?

Ah, I've grown rather attached to them.

But...they might be ready to make a go of it on their own.

-Can I think about it?

-Sure.

-You call me. We talk.

-OK.

-Bye now.

-We'll talk. Bye-bye.

-Bye.

Amazing.

And you're shocked because I took credit for your idea.

Honestly, I would expect you to do the exact same thing in my place.

I wanted New York, but I wasn't counting on it.

And thanks to you, I got my shot and I took it.

I mean, there's no backstabbing here. This is business, Isabelle.

And we're all on the same team.

You have talent, I made the best use of it.

So, thank you.

Now, tell me. How was London?

Oh!

It was good.

Things are so much more fun with Dirk around, aren't they?

-I heard the news. I think it sucks.

-What sucks?

Christine going to New York thanks to you.

When the team works, everybody wins. My success depends on hers.

Here, take a look at this.

It's a new polling on our Omniphone ad.

Have you ever seen numbers like this?

And these?

And their revisions.

Personally, I think they're clueless.

Thank you.

Hey! Hey! Guess what? I'm kidnapping you.

MAN SPEAKING GERMAN

INAUDIBLE

-Beautiful.

-Uh-huh. Yeah.

-Hey?

-Very high.

-MAN CONTINUES IN GERMAN

Red. Amazing red.

I like those details.

SHE WHISPERS MAN CONTINUES IN GERMAN

All right, come on, let's go, let's go.

Oh, Christ! Who hired this woman? Can you get off the stage, please?

MAN SPAKS GERMAN

I'm so glad you're coming with me.

These cocktail parties are so boring,

but you have to go and work the room.

OK.

-How do they feel?

-They look good.

-Mm-hm. That's all that matters.

-I'm not sure that I can walk in them.

SHE GIGGLES

Don't they make you feel just a little naughty?

-You're very secretive, you know.

-Am I?

Yes. I mean, we've been working together, what, eight months,

and I don't even know where you're from.

Or what you want. What do you want?

I don't know.

What do you want?

-Well, I used to want to be admired.

-I admire you.

Hmm. Well, now I want to be loved.

You need some colour.

MUSIC: Violin Concerto No 4 in D Major by Mozart

-OK. Are you ready?

-Yeah, I think so.

I'm not sure that I will survive, though.

Well, here.

I'll teach you to make meaningless small talk and you'll be fine.

Mark! Hello! Nice to see you.

INAUDIBLE

Thank you. This is Isabelle.

INAUDIBLE

GIGGLING

-OK. Now, you're up.

-Up for what?

Well, you see that guy over there,

the bald guy, with his nose in his drink?

-Yeah.

-Hmm? He's a very big fish for our company.

If you land him, you can run the account.

Oh, I-I can't. I'm not like you. I don't know how to do this.

You're more like me than you think.

I'm drunk.

Even better, that's great.

Just...get him to talk about himself, you know.

I mean, it's man's favourite subject.

-OK.

-OK?

-OK.

-You ready?

-Yeah.

-OK, go.

Mm-mm! Hang on, hang on. Here.

He likes some skin.

There you go.

-You're perfect.

-OK.

-Nice to meet you.

-Hi.

-Hi. Isabelle.

What a nice surprise. I love this just running into you.

Rolf, hi, how are you?

-How about next weekend?

-I'm very busy right now. Maybe another time?

Mm!

-Rolf, please.

-Can't get away? My jet is at your disposal.

-And not just my dick, you know.

-You're embarrassing yourself.

Go home.

-Remember, I'm the guy that saved you from dreary London.

-Shh!

-How about the Seychelles next time?

-You know what?

-What?

-How about I call you next week.

-Can't get away?

Have you lost your little stand-in, your little puppet?

You are drunk. Go home.

-Isabelle. I...

-I'm going home. I have a headache.

-It's not what you think.

-What? That I'm your little puppet?

You think that I sent you to London because it was convenient for me.

But I sent you to London because I trust you.

And what difference does it make?

Come on, just... Just stay, just...stay.

We'll have another drink.

I'm going home. I-I'm not well.

I'll just grab a taxi.

MUSIC PLAYING IN CAR

You understand, right?

See?

This is where I live.

-Do you like it?

-I do.

-You do?

-Mm-hm.

What's it like with her?

Excites you, doesn't it?

-Hmm?

-How is she?

She likes to play games. She likes surprises.

Sounds like fun?

Her fun.

You see the drawer beneath the sink?

Yeah.

Open it.

Whatever she needs, I supply.

Whatever Christine wants, she gets.

She's exactly the same in bed.

But she can be very generous sometimes.

She gave me a very beautiful scarf.

She gave you my scarf.

-Oh, no!

-Oh, yes!

SHE LAUGHS

Do you want it back?

No.

It looks better on you. Keep it.

-Thank you.

-A pleasure.

It's her, isn't it?

OK. So, that takes care of current business. Any questions?

Ah, Isabelle. I got a memo from New York.

Something about a new research poll sent your way.

Did you get that?

-Uh... Did I?

-Yes...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I got it...

yesterday. I haven't really had a chance to look at it, though.

OK. Well, let's not fall asleep at the switch here.

Of course not.

-Any new developments, I want to know about them immediately.

-Yes.

OK, thank you, everyone. That's all.

Oh, Isabelle, could you just stay for a minute, please?

Yeah, yeah.

Hey!

-Are you still mad about London?

-No!

-Really?

-Yeah. No.

-I think you are.

And it's driving me crazy, because I-I-I want everything to be OK.

Because I care about you, you know that.

I-I actually...I love you.

I do.

I do, too.

You can't say it.

Why can't you just say it?

When I was six years old,

my parents bought me and my twin sister a bike...

cos we liked to share everything.

-You have a twin sister?

-Hmm.

So we would take turns riding it to school.

And...Clarissa was so much better on the bike than I was.

She could pedal standing up and, you know, ride no hands.

So, one day, it was my turn and I was just so determined that I was...

going to show her I could be just as good as she could.

I started pedalling faster and faster

and she had to run like hell to keep up with me.

And then I-I let go of the handlebars

and I felt like I was flying.

And it felt so good.

I just wanted to see myself,

so I-I looked...into the window

and I caught my reflection.

And then I-I don't know what happened.

I swerved into the street and...

this truck was coming right at me.

And then I suddenly felt my sister

push me from behind out of the way,

and I flew over the handlebars.

And the last thing I remember...

..was this horrible thunk.

I-I woke up in the hospital, and my mother was sobbing,

and I asked her what happened to Clarissa and she said...

Well she didn't, she wouldn't even look at me.

And no-one ever said anything, but I knew what they were thinking.

(That I killed her.)

And they never told me that they loved me ever again.

Oh, Christine.

I love you.

You do?

You're a lovely person.

Dirk!

You wanted me to come.

Here I am.

-Hello, Isabelle.

-Hello, Dirk.

-You OK?

-I'm good.

SHE SCOFFS You're both so complicated.

-No. Really?

-Really? All right.

If that's how it is, then I guess we should get back to work.

Yeah.

-Good.

-Good.

-Isabelle, could you leave us in private, please.

-Absolutely.

-Aw. She's lovely.

-Yes, she is.

So, what are we going to do about your little Ponzi scheme?

"Ponzi scheme"?

HE CHUCKLES

I told you. I need two or three months to balance the sums

-and everything will fall into place.

-Well, you have a week.

You're fucking mad, Christine. It's impossible.

Now time is up, New York's doing its audit.

There's no way I can have this kind of exposure.

I can't cover for you any more.

Christine.

My firm has been working for you for a long time.

You can cut me some slack.

I wrote up an addendum to the budgets and it's dated today.

I'm attaching it to the file. Here, read it.

Hey, you know my mole in New York that got the hots for me?

-Yeah.

-He told me they're getting cold feet.

Now they think your ad is too raw and experimental.

They want to get professional actors and redo the whole thing.

OK.

OK? No!

If I were you, I would upload your ad onto YouTube

and show them who the real genius is around here.

Anybody sees this...I'm ruined.

Pay it back, I'll happily tear it up.

Christine...listen.

-It's me.

-What the fuck do you think you're doing?

I'm not your little Isabelle.

Hi.

-Did you get my text?

-I got it, yes. Now's not a good time.

-What's going on?

-I have problems. Problems.

And Christine, she won't help me to solve them.

-Tell me about it. I can help you.

-You can't.

SPEAKING IN GERMAN

You can't help me.

-Talk to me. Tell me what happened.

-It's over.

What?

You and me.

This.

Ends now.

Why?

What did she say, huh?

What did Christine tell you? What happened in that room? Talk to me!

You don't get it, do you?

Christine doesn't think a shit about us. She doesn't care.

Don't do this.

Don't call me.

Don't text me.

-LIFT BELL

-Go back to work.

Hey. You're late.

What?

Who-Who? Who's sick?

Your daughter? No, I didn't... I didn't know you had a daughter.

Tomorrow? Um, how about...

How about this? How about you call me NEVER?

PHONE CLATTERS

SHE SNIFFS

SHE GROANS

CUTLERY CLATTERS

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY

INTERCOM RINGS

Dani, can you come in for a second?

Mark? Hi. It's Christine.

Yeah, I know. It's been a really long time. Too long.

Um... What-What are you doing?

Yeah.

You want to come over?

You're right. This is crap.

Fuck them.

Let's find out what the world thinks of my ad, my way.

CHUCKLING Yes, I love it.

Ah, you-you do, you know, very well. I...

It's-It's not too noisy? OK, good. Well, I'm...

Yeah, I want to take it. I-I know, I know.

Manhattan apartments are so much more expensive than the...

Yeah, except...yeah. OK, let's, ah, let's talk in a couple of days. OK.

All right. Bye.

HE PANTS

Oh...my God!

HE WHIMPERS

Wow, Mark!

PHONE RINGING

Yeah.

'Isabelle? JJ Koch here. Am I waking you?'

Oh, hi. No, not at all.

'I can't believe what you've done.

'I tried to call Christine, but I couldn't reach her.'

Oh, my God. Ah, ah, I'm so sorry.

Christine has nothing to do with this. It's all my fault.

I just felt like the new ideas were so...

'No, no, it's great, it's wonderful.

'You were right, 1,000% right.

-'Do you realise how many time your ad has been viewed?'

-No.

'Ten million. And it's only been on for five hours.

-'My phone is ringing off the hook.'

-Oh, my God. That's... That's great.

'That's brilliant! And guess what? We're coming to see you tomorrow.

'We have to go back to London,

'so we're going to stop off and see you on the way.'

So, to cut to the chase, Isabelle's Omniphone ad has gone viral.

They want us to spin off some print and TV spots.

According to preliminary estimates,

we're talking about over 50 million in billings.

Plus, I've got every jean company on the planet

to beg me to represent them.

Well, guys, this is a total home run. OK, thanks a lot.

Isabelle, Christine,

-I would like to have a word with you in private.

-Mm-hm.

-Nice work, Isabelle.

-Thank you.

-You're now on our short list.

Congratulations on the concept and the follow through.

Christine, you sure have a nose for talent,

you know how to find them and train them.

About New York, I don't think this is really the best time.

-We should wait. Let's talk about it later, OK?

-OK.

Yeah. I'm not really in any hurry. I still have a lot of work to do here.

Outstanding. So, Isabelle, I expect you

in New York with a completed campaign within the month.

-Yes.

-Thanks.

-Thank you.

-Both of you.

Thank you.

-Why?

-You knew about the memo.

They want to change it, I thought they were wrong, so...

I did what had to be done. Everything happened really fast.

I tried to update you last night, but you weren't answering...

Just answer the question. Why?

I watched you.

I listened.

I learned.

I did exactly what you would do.

There no backstabbing here, Christine.

It's just business.

Well...

there it is, then.

PHONE RINGS

-Yeah.

-'Oh, thank God.

'Thank God you answered.

-'It's me, Isabelle.'

-I know. What do you want?

'Look. You were right. It's Christine.

'She... Look, she forced me to break it off. OK?'

-She forced you?

-'Yes, she forced me. She's fucking dangerous, Isabelle.'

You don't understand. Well, she's screwed up with everything

that happened with her sister.

'What? Her sister? What are you talking about? What sister?'

Her twin sister, Clarissa.

'What are you talking about? She doesn't have a twin sister.

'You see, this is it. This is what she does.

'She's told you some sad story to get your sympathy.'

-She doesn't have a sister?

-'No.'

-How do you know?

-'Because I know her. I know Christine.

'I know what she's like. This is what she does.

'She'll say anything to fuck you up.

'Please, Isabelle, don't let her do this. Don't let her do this to us.

'Look. Can you meet me? Can you...

'Can you... Can you see me tonight, please?'

-I don't know, Dirk.

-'Isabelle...I... I need you.'

'I need to see you. I want you, Isabelle.

'I'm sorry. Do you understand?

-'It's her, not me. I'm sorry.'

-OK.

-OK.

-'Good.'

-Yeah.

-'OK, good.'

-Yeah.

'Good, good, good. I'll pick you up.'

-OK.

-'I'll come by the office - eight o'clock.'

-OK.

COMPUTER ALERT

Hey.

You're late.

And I can't see you.

You have your camera on? Dirk?

MOANING IN BACKGROUND Guess again. It's me.

Are you looking for Dirk?

He's right here!

Don't point that fucking thing at me. Take it off. Take it off.

He's a little bit grumpy right now.

But I don't know why because we're just having a nice evening

at home watching a movie.

Your movie, actually...from London.

Want to take a look?

MOANING

SHE SNIFFS

SHE CHOKES UP

ALARM BLARES

Fuck! Fucking fuck! Fuck!

ALARM STOPS

LOCKS CHIRP

ENGINE REVS

TYRES SCREECH

Fuck me!

Oh!

Fuck!

SHE WAILS

Isabelle!

Isabelle! Are you all right?

What happened?

Isabelle, I need to talk to you. I found something very strange.

I was looking for a file in the archives

on a deal made earlier this year.

I noticed an enormous difference

between Dirk Harriman's projected figures

and the ones off the actual budget in the Middle East market.

The weird thing is that Christine

just added an addendum to the file

that reads like a criminal indictment.

I always knew there was something strange about that guy.

What are you talking about?

Dirk was stealing money. And Christine stopped covering for him.

-Is there anything I can do for you?

-Yes, get me a coffee.

Hey, did you hear?

Our fearless leader is throwing

a company reception with all the department heads.

It's tomorrow night, right here.

It's one of those if you don't show, you get a toaster for Christmas.

We'll have a little surprise for you tonight. An amusing one, I hope.

So, what really goes on within these walls? Hmm?

I've put together a little reality show.

"The not so secret life of the very stressed-out executives."

LAUGHTER

Their ecstasies, their agonies and the lessons to be learned.

LAUGHTER

An executive meltdown. Yes, we have all been there, haven't we?

Now. The trick is to not succumb to your frustrations.

Take a deep breath, relax, move on. Hmmm?

Yeah, right. OK. Next.

-Oooh.

-Oh.

-My God.

Caught in the act.

Now, we all need to blow off a little steam at work, it's true.

And you both know who you are.

I suggest next time you rent a room. OK?

Outside the work space. Thank you.

All right, what's next?

LAUGHTER

Ouch!

Going toe-to-toe with a concrete pillar.

GASPING AND LAUGHTER

So, someone's not very happy with their parking spot.

LAUGHTER DIES

LOW WHISPERING

CHRISTINE CUCKLES

Oh, come on, it's just a joke.

Where's your sense of humour?

Oh, my God.

This really hurt you, didn't it?

I'm so sorry.

But I just thought we could laugh together.

SHE LAUGHS

Yeah. It's funny.

BOTH LAUGHING

Hi. I want to talk to Dr Katzman, please.

Stefan? It's Isabelle James. I need to come and see you.

Come in.

Close the door.

Isabelle, I said I was sorry.

-And now this?

-What is it?

"I will never forget how you humiliated me.

"And you'll pay for it."

"Vengeance is a dish best served cold."

-I never wrote that.

-It's from your computer.

-I didn't write it.

-It's not very smart, Isabelle.

-I never wrote it.

Well, I think that's going to be hard to believe

after your unfortunate performance.

I never wrote it.

OK. Fine.

How about I just put it in a safe place for now?

There.

I feel like things have just gotten

so out of control around here lately. It's so crazy.

I'm having a small, intimate dinner party on Saturday night.

Just a few close friends and I would really like it if you would come.

-That file you were telling me about? Dirk's file?

-Yeah?

-Bring it to me.

-OK.

Here's the file you asked for.

Thank you.

I want to go to the ballet.

Afternoon Of A Faun.

-Ten o'clock, Saturday night.

-OK.

CHATTERING

-You OK?

-Yeah, I'm sorry.

-Excuse me.

-Sure.

THEY SPEAK GERMAN

BUZZER RINGS

Yeah, I-I'm coming.

OK. Well done. Yes. And a bit more of a smile, please.

Yes, everybody. Very good. Yes.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Thank you, thank you for coming.

I'll see you out.

Thank you. Take care.

Isabelle...

I'm glad to see you wearing the scarf.

Why don't we kiss and make up? Hmm?

Mm-ah!

CHRISTINE CHUCKLES

Mm!

-Isabelle, what are you doing?

-What do you mean?

Kissing that bitch? I saw you. After all she's done?

Don't take that tone with me.

Who do you think you're talking to? Shut up and go back to work.

-Do you think no-one can tell?

-Tell what?

-What you really want.

-I don't know what you're talking about.

Her cunt.

-Isabelle and I laugh about it all the time.

-I don't believe you.

Do you think I don't see what's going on

in that dyke brain of yours?

Your jealousy is fucking up our working relationship.

And I won't stand for it. I want you out of here.

You can't fire me.

I'm not going to fire you.

You're resigning.

I want your letter on my desk Monday morning.

I'm not doing it.

CHRISTINE GASPS

OH!

Oh!

-I believe I've been sexually assaulted.

-What?

And in the "she said, she said", who are they going to believe? Hmm?

CHATTER

Charming, all of you. Very charming.

All very wonderfully boring. All of you.

Especially you. Oh, you are.

Good night.

Christine.

Hello, Christine.

Thank you for all your help tonight.

-Christine, we really need to talk...

-I'll see you on Monday.

..you and I.

-Thank you. Good night. Good night. Thank you.

-We need to talk.

-Cheerio, all of you.

-You're really drunk.

-Yes, I am. Let's go inside.

-No. Let's not.

How did you get here?

I drove here...

-What?

-..very fast.

-Oh, my God.

-Look.

What's wrong with you? What are you... What's going on?

We need to talk. That's all.

-You...made me...

-This is not a time for talking.

You made me do a very bad thing. OK?

INAUDILBE

You owe me, Christine. You do not let me down.

SHE CHUCKLES Mm.

CHRISTINE CHUCKLES

Let me in, Christine.

Open the door, Christine.

Christine!

I'm coming.

Are you down there?

SHE GASPS

SHE GASPS

SHE GASPS

SHE PANTS

DOORBELL

DOORBELL

DOORBELL

DOORBELL

DOORBELL

KNOCKING

KNOCKING

HEAVY KNOCKING

HEAVY THUMPING ON DOOR

RAPID BANGING ON DOOR

Hello.

Inspector Bach. My colleague.

-Are you Isabelle James?

-Yes.

-Mind if we come in?

-Why?

Are you all right?

-Are you all right?

-No. No, I'm-I'm not all right.

I-I took some sleeping pills. I can't sleep.

Do you know that Christine Stanford was murdered,

her throat slashed in her home Saturday night?

Do you recognise this?

Do you recognise this?

It was written on your computer.

Didn't the victim recently humiliate you in front of your staff?

Miss James?

We found a piece of materia... Miss James!

-I'm here.

-HE CLICKS HIS FINGERS

We found a piece of material in the victim's hand

which appears to come from a scarf.

Identical to the one... you are wearing here.

Can you explain that?

Where were you Saturday night

between the hours of 11:30pm and 1am?

-Ballet.

-Where?

-At the ballet.

-Oh, at the ballet.

-Were you alone?

-Yes.

-Did anyone see you or recognise you?

-Why would anyone recognise me?

Sometimes you see people, you talk to someone. They might remember.

-Remember what?

-Remember you.

You would have an alibi, which means you didn't kill Christine Stanford.

Kill Christine? Oh.

I could... I would never...

If you have a lawyer, it's a good time to call him.

Could you open your mouth, please?

Lab analysis has confirmed that the scarf fibres

match the one you were seen wearing.

In conclusion, you're going to be indicted for first-degree murder.

Isabelle. Isabelle, are you all right?

-Could we get her some water, please?

-Miss James. Miss James!

Would you like us to take a break? Do you need a doctor?

-No.

-Yes. I believe my client's present con...

Fine, fine, fine. Fine. Then we'll do this quickly.

By staging the crime scene to simulate a robbery,

you've aggravated the circumstance of your crime.

So, we're now dealing with premeditated murder.

Why don't you just confess? And save us all a lot of time...and money.

What?

Hold on. You have some fibres that match a picture

of a scarf my client was wearing.

How many other real scarves would they match?

What about the DNA evidence?

Has any of my client's DNA actually been found on the victim?

-That evidence is being processed.

-You let me know when you come up

with something that'll stand up in court.

-Until then, my client isn't...

-Did you kill Christine Stanford?.

-She doesn't have to answer that. Don't answer that.

-Was it you?

Ah, get... Please, this is outrageous.

-Did you kill her?

-Would you stop harassing her?

Yes, yes, yes. Yes, I must have.

Isabelle, please, careful. Isabelle, think about what you're saying.

What do you mean by you must have? Did you do it?

-Was it you?

-Isabelle, don't answer that.

-Are you confessing to this?

-Well, how could she? She didn't do it.

-Are you confessing to this?

-Yes. I confess.

SHOUTING IN GERMAN

SHE SHOUTS IN GERMAN

SHE GASPS AND PANTS

Mm.

Mm.

'By staging the crime scene to simulate a robbery...

'Isabelle. Isabelle, are you all right?

-'Did you kill Christine Stanford?

-She doesn't have to...

-'Would you like us to take a break?

-Did you do it?

-'This is outrageous...'

-Did you do it?

-No, she didn't.

-'Did you kill her?

-Would you stop harassing her?

'Prosecutor, let me point out that my client's mental state...

-'Your client has just confessed to murder.

-Yes, I confess.'

SHE KNOCKS

SHE KNOCKS

-SHE SPEAKS GERMAN

-I want to see my attorney.

-I didn't kill Christine.

-You're withdrawing your confession?

-Yes. I'm innocent. I didn't do it.

-Then why did you confess?

I don't know. I was so tired, so fucked up by all those pills.

I would have confessed to anything.

I've gotta speak to the prosecutor...immediately.

It looks like the same material. You're right.

But my scarf isn't torn.

-Where is it?

-I don't know exactly. Somewhere in my apartment.

We already searched your apartment thoroughly. We found nothing.

You have to look again. I know it's there.

Look, my client has no reason to lie about this.

-Either she has an identical scarf or she doesn't.

-Yes.

All right, I think you've wasted enough of my time.

Oh, please.

Wait a minute. I didn't do it. Why would I kill Christine?

Cos you had motive. And a very powerful one. Vengeance.

I never wrote that. Never.

And even if I did, killing her after writing that would be insane.

Christine must have sent this from my computer to...

Oh, my God.

Look at the date.

It was sent the day before the company reception.

Do you see? The day before she did that terrible thing to me.

It doesn't make any sense. I never wrote that.

My career was taking off and Christine couldn't stand it.

She hated me.

Yes, She tried to destroy her.

We have statements from several of the executives

close to my client and the victim.

And they all confirm that my client was falling apart

as a direct result of Christine Stanford's...

Is this a plea of insanity, Miss James? Is that your defence?

-Plus she took a lot of prescription medicine.

-No, I'm saying I'm innocent.

Take your pleas of mitigating circumstances to the judge!

-I'm only interested in evidence.

-Which we tried to deliver here.

This is not evidence.

Look, I was never at Christine's house. I was at the ballet.

Yes. That's what YOU say.

I spoke to an usher.

At the ballet. He had grey curly hair. He was German.

His English was quite bad.

He'd remember me.

My client was wrongly accused. She has a confirmed alibi.

There's no physical evidence against her.

No DNA found at the scene. Nothing.

-What about the piece of scarf found in the victim's hand?

-It's not mine.

So you still claim you have an identical scarf?

Yes, exactly the same scarf.

And if we could find it, it wouldn't have a tear.

May I make a request?

Please, go ahead.

Would you allow my client to

accompany the police officers to look for the scarf?

CLATTERING

What is this?

Christine found that Dirk...

er, Mr Harriman...attempted to conceal

a diversion of a very large sum of money in connection with the deal.

-How much?

-I don't know exactly.

It seems to be well over five million euros.

He embezzled five million euros and Christine was going to expose him?

Why were you hiding the evidence?

Oh, well. He was a friend. And he said that

if he just had some more time, he could put the money back.

So you snatched the file and hid it.

Didn't you realise that this is the motive for murder?

Oh, no. No, Dirk could never do anything like that.

-So, time's up. Let's go.

-Oh, no, just wait.

Can I have a look, please?

Because I keep my-my scarf in one of those drawers

and sometimes things fall behind.

-Please, can I have a look, please, please, please.

-OK.

-Thank you.

-HE SPEAKS GERMAN

-Thank you.

-Oh, it's gotta be there.

-Isabelle. Isabelle! It's finished.

-No, no!

-Let's go.

-It's supposed to be here!

-HE SPEAKS GERMAN

It's got to be here! No, please, please!

Please, give me one more minute, please!

Please, give me one more minute! No!

I didn't do it.

Of course. Of course you didn't do it. I know that.

SHE SNIFFS

You know my scarf?

It's somewhere in my flat.

You've got to find it.

What a mess. I guess I'm expected to clean this up?

-Where did you get this?

-Back of that drawer. Filthy as can be.

Took it straight to the cleaners.

-Ms Wirth, this is an outrageous situation.

-Mm-hm.

-You're going to have find someone else.

-OK.

Hello? Inspector Bach?

-Mr Harriman.

-Yes, what is this?

Inspector Bach.

The prosecutor has filed charges against you for embezzlement.

We are to immediately proceed with proactive searches.

We will first search this vehicle, then your residence.

You're out of your mind.

The prosecutor will explain everything when you see him.

Did you try to break into Christine Stanford's house

-the night of the murder?

-No, absolutely not.

Do you deny being there?

No.

-Were you a guest?

-Yes, I was. Actually, I arrived late.

-When did you arrive?

-I can't remember.

-You can't remember?

-No..

-And what...

-I can't remember.

Is this yours?

That WAS my scarf. Yes.

-Was?

-Was.

If that's Christine Stanford's blood on there...

HE SPEAKS GERMAN

-Look. This is ridiculous.

-You embezzled money from the company.

She was going to turn you in. You're not just a crook, but a murderer.

I want to see my lawyer. I'll not say another word until I do.

GIGGLING

Can you believe it?

-So he goes out and he buys a bunch of roses.

-No.

-Yes. And then he shows up on my doorstep to apologise.

-Oh, my God.

I know! He was red in the face and sweating all over my carpet.

And he was so sorry for locking me up.

Well, I think it's rather cute. Did you invite him in?

No! Are you crazy? No! I just smiled sweetly,

and I took his cheap roses

and his lame excuses and I threw them in the trash.

Oh, poor Bach. To pick a cliche,

tough cop falls for beautiful murderess.

Yeah, but I'm-I'm not a murderess.

Right.

Dani...

I know what you did for me.

-You would have done the same for me.

-Yes, of course.

-Shall we, eh, have a look at 26 again?

-Oh. Yeah, sure.

ADVERT PLAYS

Well...I think they're OK, but they're not good enough.

What do you think?

Whoa! Dani!

SHE LAUGHS

That kiss never happened. OK?

But... But I love you. I want you, Isabelle.

ISABELLE LAUGHS

Whoa. That's a problem.

-But why?

-Oh, my God, Dani! You're serious.

SHE LAUGHS

-But you love me.

-No. No, Dani. No. What's wrong with you?

-No, I don't love you.

-Yes, you do.

-I've even... Maybe you won't admit it, but you love me.

-Dani.

Please. You know what? I think we've been drinking too much.

I'll just make us some espresso, I'll call you a cab.

You can get home, you can have a good night's sleep

and then we talk tomorrow. OK?

No, not-not tomorrow. Isabelle, tha...that is not true, right?

-Please.

-You love me.

-Please, Dani, ple...

-You have to love me, please.

-Stop it.

-You're pathetic now. Please, please.

-I'm pathetic?

-Yes.

After all I did for you?

And I'm grateful, OK? Thank you.

Yes, you said thank you.

Here's your espresso.

Please sit down, sober up. I'll call you a taxi, OK?

Some killer drug.

Of course you know I'm in no danger.

I was first mystified by your pill-popping routine.

Until a couple landed in my tea and I accidently tested them out.

They were nothing. Just a harmless sweetener.

So I followed you... to see what was up.

First stop at the scarf shop.

You buy the identical scarf that Christine gave you

and then hide it behind a drawer?

How intriguing.

So what's next? Oh, yeah. Dance night.

I followed you to the theatre

and watched you making a scene and an alibi.

Last stop, Christine's house.

And all the puzzle pieces come together.

Picture-perfect moment.

Christine.

Christine! Let me in, Christine.

Christine!

You baited the hook with a confession.

Yes, I confess.

And an ass of an inspector swallowed every phoney clue,

hook, line and sinker.

A perfect murder.

Except...

The videos?

Oh, I've collected them into a deep and incriminating album

addressed to Inspector Bach

and uploaded them into this.

-Untraceable?

-I picked up this little disposable.

It's cute, isn't it? All I have to do...

is press this little send button.

What do you want?

First of all, I don't like that tone of voice. Change it!

What do you want?

Come here.

Sit down.

Come closer.

Now kiss me.

You like that, don't you?

So you do love me.

Turn around.

(I love you.)

(I thought you made up the twin sister.)

I never had the chance to apologise to her.

PHONE RINGING

Yeah.

PHONE RINGING

PHONE RINGING

DOORBELL

DOORBELL

STRUGGLING

DANI GASPING

SHE CHOKES

DOORBELL

PHONE RINGING

SHE GASPS