in the script. Do you really think that the scriptwriter, who
worked on this for months, didnt consider put- ting those words in, but decided against it
because theyre useless, su- perficial, unnecessary?
Gabriela takes a deep breath. She has nothing to lose but her pa- tience. Shes going to do
her best now, then leave, go to the beach, or go back to bed for a while. She needs to
rest in order to be in good shape for the evening round of cocktail parties.
A strange, delicious calm comes over her. Suddenly, she feels pro- tected, loved, grateful
to be alive. No ones forcing her to be there, en- during yet another humiliation. For the
first time in years, shes aware of her power, a power she had never thought existed.
No, I dont believe what youre saying. No one can commit a murder for no reason.
Next line.
There was no need for her to say that. Gabriela was going to con- tinue anyway.
Wed better go and see a doctor. I think you need help. No, said the woman in glasses, who was playing the part of the boyfriend.
OK, no doctor, then. How about a little walk, and you can tell me exactly whats going on.
I love you, you know, and even if no one else in the world cares about you, I do.
There are no more lines. Another silence. A strange energy fills the room.
Tell the other girl out there she can go, says the woman in the glasses to one of the
other people present.
Does this mean what Gabriela thinks it means?
Go to the marina at the end of Boulevard de la Croisette, opposite AllŽe des Palmiers. A
boat will be waiting there at 1:55 prompt to take you to meet Mr. Gibson. Were going to
send him the video now, but he always likes to meet the people he might be working with.
A smile appears on Gabrielas face. I said might, I didnt say will be working with. The
smile remains. Mr. Gibson!
The Winnder Stands Alone
1:19
PM
Lying on a stainless steel table between Inspector Savoy and the pa- thologist is a
beautiful young woman of about twenty, completely naked. And dead.
Are you sure?
The pathologist goes over to a stainless steel sink, removes his rubber gloves, throws
them in the bin, and turns on the tap.
Absolutely. Theres no trace of drugs.
What happened, then? Could a young woman like her have had a heart attack?
The only noise in the room is that of running water. The patholo- gist thinks:
They always come up with the obvious: drugs, a heart attack . . .
He takes longer than necessary to wash his handsa little suspense never goes amiss. He
applies disinfectant to his arms and throws away the disposable material used in the
autopsy. Then he turns round and asks the inspector to study the body.
No, really, take a good look. Dont be embarrassed. Noticing de- tails is part of your job,
isnt it?
Savoy carefully examines the body. At one point, he reaches out to lift one of the girls
arms, but the pathologist stops him.
No need to touch. Savoy runs his eyes over the girls naked body. He knows quite a lot about her nowOlivia
Martins, the daughter of Portuguese parents, currently going out with a young man of no
fixed profession, who is heavily into Cannes nightlife and is, at that moment, being
interrogated at a police station some way away. A judge issued a search warrant for his
apartment and they found some small flasks of THC (tetrahydro- cannabinol, the main
hallucinogenic element in marijuana, and which can be taken dissolved in sesame oil, which
leaves no smell and has a far stronger effect than when the substance is absorbed through
smoke). They also found six envelopes, each containing a gram of cocaine, and some
bloodstains on a sheet which is now on its way to a laboratory for tests. Hes probably, at
most, a minor dealer. Hes already known to the police, having spent a couple of spells in
prison, but never for physical violence.
Olivia was lovely, even in death. Her dark eyebrows, that childlike air, her breasts . .
worked on this for months, didnt consider put- ting those words in, but decided against it
because theyre useless, su- perficial, unnecessary?
Gabriela takes a deep breath. She has nothing to lose but her pa- tience. Shes going to do
her best now, then leave, go to the beach, or go back to bed for a while. She needs to
rest in order to be in good shape for the evening round of cocktail parties.
A strange, delicious calm comes over her. Suddenly, she feels pro- tected, loved, grateful
to be alive. No ones forcing her to be there, en- during yet another humiliation. For the
first time in years, shes aware of her power, a power she had never thought existed.
No, I dont believe what youre saying. No one can commit a murder for no reason.
Next line.
There was no need for her to say that. Gabriela was going to con- tinue anyway.
Wed better go and see a doctor. I think you need help. No, said the woman in glasses, who was playing the part of the boyfriend.
OK, no doctor, then. How about a little walk, and you can tell me exactly whats going on.
I love you, you know, and even if no one else in the world cares about you, I do.
There are no more lines. Another silence. A strange energy fills the room.
Tell the other girl out there she can go, says the woman in the glasses to one of the
other people present.
Does this mean what Gabriela thinks it means?
Go to the marina at the end of Boulevard de la Croisette, opposite AllŽe des Palmiers. A
boat will be waiting there at 1:55 prompt to take you to meet Mr. Gibson. Were going to
send him the video now, but he always likes to meet the people he might be working with.
A smile appears on Gabrielas face. I said might, I didnt say will be working with. The
smile remains. Mr. Gibson!
The Winnder Stands Alone
1:19
PM
Lying on a stainless steel table between Inspector Savoy and the pa- thologist is a
beautiful young woman of about twenty, completely naked. And dead.
Are you sure?
The pathologist goes over to a stainless steel sink, removes his rubber gloves, throws
them in the bin, and turns on the tap.
Absolutely. Theres no trace of drugs.
What happened, then? Could a young woman like her have had a heart attack?
The only noise in the room is that of running water. The patholo- gist thinks:
They always come up with the obvious: drugs, a heart attack . . .
He takes longer than necessary to wash his handsa little suspense never goes amiss. He
applies disinfectant to his arms and throws away the disposable material used in the
autopsy. Then he turns round and asks the inspector to study the body.
No, really, take a good look. Dont be embarrassed. Noticing de- tails is part of your job,
isnt it?
Savoy carefully examines the body. At one point, he reaches out to lift one of the girls
arms, but the pathologist stops him.
No need to touch. Savoy runs his eyes over the girls naked body. He knows quite a lot about her nowOlivia
Martins, the daughter of Portuguese parents, currently going out with a young man of no
fixed profession, who is heavily into Cannes nightlife and is, at that moment, being
interrogated at a police station some way away. A judge issued a search warrant for his
apartment and they found some small flasks of THC (tetrahydro- cannabinol, the main
hallucinogenic element in marijuana, and which can be taken dissolved in sesame oil, which
leaves no smell and has a far stronger effect than when the substance is absorbed through
smoke). They also found six envelopes, each containing a gram of cocaine, and some
bloodstains on a sheet which is now on its way to a laboratory for tests. Hes probably, at
most, a minor dealer. Hes already known to the police, having spent a couple of spells in
prison, but never for physical violence.
Olivia was lovely, even in death. Her dark eyebrows, that childlike air, her breasts . .
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