Not Rated | | Mystery, Thriller
The potentially unhinged daughter of a British politician is accused of killing her hedonistic neighbor after she witnesses the murder in a dream.
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The house outside which the police car pulls up and which is supposed to contain Carol's flat is 39 Belgrave Square, SW1. In real life it is occupied by the Italian Cultural Institute in London.
Hubert (hippie guy):
What do you expect us to do with all that acid inside us, huh?
Jenny (hippie girl): We were filled with acid from our heads to our toes. And you know something? Under the effect of acid, I look at you here and all I see is a red blob. Or a galloping horse.
Inspector Corvin: You don't ...
Hubert (hippie guy): ...
Guide wires clearly visible on all three of the knives Jenny throws.