A Woman's Face Page #4

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DALVIK:

I never had eight in my hand.

ANNA:
You beasts.

- Anna, we didn't do it.

- You dirty, foul, loathsome swine.

DALVIK:
Anna, no.

[GLASS SHATTERS]

TORSTEN:
What's seems to be the trouble?

- Oh, nothing. Nothing.

ANNA:

Why didn't you tell me Mr. Barring is here?

We didn't know.

I took the liberty of entering

by your private door.

Yes, of course.

And you're welcome to.

Your shopping venture

was extremely successful.

Come in, come in, won't you?

- That was a very funny joke of yours.

- Yeah, very funny. Ha-ha-ha.

- Three dead.

- She wouldn't have.

- Wouldn't she?

- She would.

Well, that explains the new hat.

Did you know anything about this?

What would Mr. Torsten Barring

have to do with her?

Yes. What would any man

have to do with her?

- He's handsome too.

- You think so.

Has she said anything to you about him?

Has there ever been any insanity

in the Barring family?

He couldn't be doing this for the police?

- Why, certainly not.

- No.

And why, my dear fellow, should

we have any concern about the police?

That's right. Why should we?

Yes. Why, indeed.

[BUZZER SOUNDING]

Mrs. Dr. Segert.

I haven't got a vase.

The only use I've ever had for one before

is to throw at those numbskulls out there.

[KNOCKING]

The client has arrived.

- I shouldn't come during business hours.

- It's been very interesting, Mr. Barring.

I'm sorry, but some woman wants

to discuss her financial affairs.

- Do forgive me.

- There will be other times.

The exit from paradise.

ANNA:
Mr. Barring?

TORSTEN:
Yes.

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

My masseuse directed me here.

She implied you might understand

my particular problem.

DALVIK:

My dear lady, I've devoted my life...

...to the understanding

of particular problems.

I don't quite know how to begin.

Possibly, I may assist you.

- You are married?

- And so happily married.

- My husband is a saint.

- To be sure.

To be sure.

- But, uh...

- Ah.

Some letters of mine were stolen.

I think at a roadhouse.

Oh, very unimportant letters, of course.

Of no possible value to anyone.

Some letters to your husband.

- No.

- Aha-ha.

- Oh, he's so stupid.

- Your husband. I see.

No. No, my friend.

To have lost them.

Some stranger

keeps telephoning me about them.

Incredible. Why should he do that?

He wants 5000 kroner.

Why, that's out-and-out blackmail.

Oh, what shall I do?

I haven't 5000 kroner.

Neither has my friend.

My poor dear woman.

[SOBBING]

Perhaps I can help you.

I have an acquaintance, I won't say friend,

he's a thoroughly bad lot.

But he might contact this blackmailer.

Perhaps in view of the circumstances,

ask for a reduction.

[BUZZER SOUNDING]

Please excuse me a moment.

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