Hello?
Hello? Ah, it's you!
Come up. I am waiting.
I
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Good morning.
Oh God!
My God.
Do you know her, Mrs. Moss?
I don't think she lives in this building.
I've never seen her.
I'm sure of that.
I've lived here for years and know pretty much everyone.
Do you know her?
No.
I have to go.
I have a rehearsal for the show.
If the police are looking for me, I'm Mizar Wellington.
I live in 81.
Excuse me.
Elevator!
There's a body in the elevator!
How about this one?
Black, but not too dark.
Sure, she's a really pretty girl, but I don't get it.
What am I supposed to do with her?
What do you need to sell beer?
What do I know?
A good brand... thirsty people.
No, the embrace of a naked woman.
Can, bottle, mug... all of it right here,
between the boobs.
I sell apartments.
So what?
On top of a jet, sitting on a refrigerator,
lounging on the hood of a car, holding a pineapple,
a cup of coffee, anything, it doesn't matter.
It takes naked women to sell products.
There must be a pool, right?
In that apartment building of yours.
Yes, of course.
Great, then you need the black one.
That girl is as hot as the... Arizona desert.
Talk to her and I'll take her pictures.
100,000 lira should do it.
Oh, will you hurry up? I'm freezing to death here.
Sure, but not just yet.
Hey, who is he?
He's a friend of Arturo's.
Cute.
Them? Not bad for publicity.
But you hold on to the black one.
Listen to the expert.
I'll make you an award-winning ad with that one,
or I'll eat my film and my exposure meter!
Okay, let's go!
Have you finished painting?
Yes.
Excuse me.
All good?
Bravo, thank you.
Ready?
Let's get to work.
Pose.
Where the heck are you looking?
Eyes here. Here.
Pose!
So, who wants to try this evening?
A little courage, guys.
Hey!
Mizar is all yours.
You know the rules, three minutes,
and whoever can pin me down will have me.
Who wants to try?
Are there no real men here,
capable of pinning down a woman?
Come on, show me what you got.
Three minutes and Mizar will be all yours.
I am right here, ready to be tamed,
if I find a good master.
Your manhood is at stake.
Step right up, men.
What?
Is there no one at all?
You.
Come here, handsome.
I'm here, waiting for you.
You have three minutes.
If you manage... I will be yours.
Are you afraid?
I'll do it, damn it!
But if I win, I want to collect.
Of course.
Any way you like it.
Come on, let's get started.
You have three minutes.
Come, bring it on.
Come here, handsome.
Come on, try taming Mizar.
Come on, get me!
Come on!
Wait.
Your 3 minutes are over.
No extra time.
Let go of me!
I'll smash your face in!
Let go of me!
Listen, I'd like to meet that girl.
Can you make an appointment for later?
This is good.
You know, you like that.
Beautiful!
Here. Stop!
Don't move.
Great! I love it.
Squeeze him.
Caress him.
Hurt him.
Not too much.
Let yourself go.
Here!
That's so good.
Lovely.
Another one. Look at me.
Don't move.
Every man wants to be on that mattress, lying there, with you.
You caress him. You kiss him.
No!
No, look at me!
Adam!
Don't move!
Are you sick?
No, it passed.
With those lights in my eyes, I thought I saw...
Sure, you're just exhausted.
Throw in the towel.
He doesn't pay us enough.
You're one to talk. You're good at only one thing.
Which is?
Sorry, I really can't continue.
Well, all right, let's call it quits.
That's life.
Today is Saturday.
I have a date.
What a pain! Bye.
What is it?
Don't like our flowers anymore?
They're the symbol of our group.
A single item made of different people.
Like this flower is made of different petals.
You are part of us and we are part of you, Jennifer.
I'm part of the group and the group is me.
You have no choice anymore.
You belong to us.
You belonged to me since the day we married.
No, Adam, it's over for good.
Please leave me in peace.
The others haven't been enough for me since you left.
What do you want from me?
Love? Possession?
Perhaps even jealousy?
No, Adam,
I am still the same as before.
It's the only way to free yourself, believe me.
To be alive you have to reduce yourself to one thing.
One thing that can be taken by everyone,
and is no one's slave.
I can't do it, Adam.
I feel dirty.
It's stronger than me.
Don't you get it? I tried more than once,
but it's not for me.
I can't keep lying to myself.
I don't love you anymore, Adam.
You're lying.
Who are you with? Who is he?
What does he do to you?
Does he pay you?
This will make you remember, make you like me again.
No!
You will come back to me, begging at my feet.
Come on, let's begin.
You have three minutes. Come, bring it on.
This isn't funny!
Who are you?
Untie me!
Let me go!
Help!
No!
No! Help!
No!
Inspector, can you drain the water? I need some dry shots as well.
Why not.
So, doctor?
She died five, six hours ago.
I can be more specific after the autopsy.
Sure, but don't just tell me she couldn't swim.
This is messy enough as it is.
All we have so far are fuzzy footprints.
Rubber-soled shoes.
Well, that's something.
You think? In a city of just 2 million people,
who doesn't have rubber-soled shoes in their closet?
No, nothing wrong with the lights, Inspector.
Someone stuck a cardboard disc between the bulb and the socket.
An ingenious trick.
Look, I also found this.
Well done, you hit the jackpot with this.
Is it a lead?
No, it's a Jamaican stamp.
The Coronation Sixpence.
Beautiful!
Sorry, does that help the investigation?
The stamp? No, it's for the Inspector.
He's a collector.
He's an expert.
So, young man, how did it go down?
I was bringing her lunch as always.
You know, a pre-packaged tray.
I found the door open, so...
Yes, yes.
And you?
You were also at the elevator, right?
Yes, that's me, Inspector.
I heard the boy scream, so here I am.
I'm always in the house, Inspector, by myself.
You have no idea what a measly pension they give a war widow.
No, but I know how much they give us and I am already trembling.
And believe me, two murders in 24 hours are a big deal for us.
The newspapers say there's a crime in this city every 43 seconds.
Is that what they say?
Would you imagine that?
Anyway, they're not all homicides and not all in the same building.
The elevator one was...
shall we say, a working girl?
She lived on the same street, in 106.
These buildings all look the same.
And maybe she had a pimp as well.
The other, the black one, worked in some kind of casino.
One of those establishments where you pay a fee to get in.
A private club of sorts.
I know, it's a nice little place.
I know the owner.
For a few bucks, he'd sell his own mother.
What does the autopsy say?
No sex, right?
Absolutely not.
One stabbed and the other one drowned.
No signs of rape.
At least that's what the medical report says... for now.
Have a look at this.
A 50 lira stamp.
That won't ever be worth anything. Not even in a million years.
I mean the letter, not the stamp.
"My love, you are as black as sin and you got all under my skin."
Whoever wrote that is not right in the head.
Did you notice? It's not signed.
There's a scribble. Looks like an 'S'.
Right.
Have you made a list of all the residents who live there yet?
It's an army— almost 700 people.
But most of them only sleep there.
Plus, no one writes letters to someone living in the same building.
Clearly, you know nothing of love.
But you may not be entirely wrong.
It's just that this profession keeps getting harder.
People kill for no reason these days.
What a crappy day, eh?
Ah, thank you.
Good luck finding another chick like that poor Mizar!
But those two...
Two silly girls, yes, they need it.
That apartment with the body?
It would otherwise stay empty for some time.
People remember.
There they are.
Hi.
So, what do you have?
Here's the contract.
You have to thank him.
Does Santa Claus really exist?
Thank you!
That's really nice of you.
Two bedrooms, bathroom, and kitchen.
Tell me there's marijuana growing on the balcony and I'll pass out.
Arturo told me that you're subletting a furnished room, so I thought...
Anyway, don't expect a fancy penthouse in a posh neighborhood.
It's a modest, small apartment, but I think you'll like it.
It's the one where they killed the black girl.
I told you, right?
Well, that's life, I guess.
And if not like this, how else would they empty apartments?
Great...
Then Andrea will be our first guest.
What do you say, Marylin?
Nice.
Better start living a little.
The goose that laid golden eggs.
That's what she was for the club.
Got it.
To you, she was just a goose
and someone wrung her neck.
What?
Too bad, huh?
No, don't get me wrong, Inspector.
I... well, I liked that girl.
Sure.
But what can I do?
I also have to think about my business and move on.
Go on.
I admit that her act was a bit...
Spirited?
Spirited, yes.
But she never accepted client invitations.
Never any complaints, never any trouble.
Ah, I'm moved.
Why, Martelli, you should run a girls' school.
So she challenged audience members.
Anyone. No tricks.
This club is above board, Inspector.
Of course, I would never allow...
Oh, change the record, Martelli.
You have a rap sheet as long as the Pan-American Highway.
Tell me then, did she ever lose in that 3-minute game?
Never. She was good.
Yes, but she could have lost.
What then?
I don't...
Come on, you said it yourself.
If she had lost, she would have paid.
Which means the girl would have been raped right here,
in front of everyone.
But it never happened.
It's almost impossible in 3 minutes.
Right, whoever killed her took longer.
And maybe it was one of those gentlemen here last night.
All respectable people, of course, and all of them anonymous club members.
My clients are who they are.
Look, Inspector, club rules do not stipulate...
Give me one good reason why I shouldn't shut down this brothel.
You know, Redi,
how they say cops have a bad rap for mistreating people?
As you can see, they're right.
And now spit it out!
I want the names of all the clients who were here last night,
including the tough guy who wrestled the girl,
or I'll lock you up.
Am I clear?
Yes, okay, Inspector.
I'll tell you everything, everything I know.
Not such a bad place, is it?
And to think I've never been here before!
Where did they find the black girl?
In the bathroom.
The photos were all over the newspapers.
What are you guys up to?
Coming.
Trying out the bed?
Sorry?
Not at all. If it can hold two, I'm sure it will hold three.
Sorry. I was just joking.
No messing around, doctor's orders.
Here, open these.
I want to take a shower before dinner.
Don't forget the wine.
Yes. Thank you.
Let me do it.
No, I've got it.
Don't worry, it's nothing.
Andrea, what's wrong?
Blood.
I cannot stand the sight of blood.
I know it sounds stupid.
I'll go find some alcohol to put on.
You go ahead and put something in your stomach.
Excuse me, ma'am, do you have any
alcohol or something to dress a wound?
You know, sometimes the can opener thinks it's a manicurist.
I think the world would be a better place
if everyone had hemophobia, like me.
You can also... without blood.
Mizar—It was you! A bloodless murder.
Should I laugh now or later?
I'm going before the water gets cold.
That's just the way she is.
But I assure you, she's a true friend.
Sorry, I'm a bundle of nerves.
I keep thinking about Mizar.
She was a very beautiful woman.
Really? Was she your girlfriend?
No, no. I never had the chance to get to know her that well.
Listen... a violin.
Beautiful.
Ah yes, there is an old professor in the apartment next door.
He's good, eh?
But... how would you know if you've never been here?
Well, we get at least ten calls a day in the office.
The tenants complain.
They say he is crazy because he plays till all hours of the night.
Do you ever eat in this house?
Marilyn, hurry up.
The food is ready.
Please call her or we'll wait here all night.
Sure.
Marylin, did you hear?
Marylin.
What the hell is wrong with you?
Can you hear me?
Marylin!
Say something, Marylin.
Tricked you!
What's wrong with you? Are you crazy?
Don't you know Mizar was killed in there?
How do you come up with a stupid idea like that?
Why? Didn't I get it right?
Oh, right, she was black.
If I were him I'd push you under for half an hour.
Under where?
Oh, underwater.
But he is a bit strange.
Him?
He can't stand the sight of blood.
He doesn't want to talk about Mizar.
He can be a real softie, and then...
he rattled my teeth quite a bit.
I feel so dizzy, I can even hear a violin.
It is a violin.
I finally got you!
You were with her, you filthy swine!
Her, who?
Jennifer.
But you won't have her.
No one will have her!
Remarkable.
That's some pretty hot stuff.
Not bad, eh, Inspector?
Yes.
In my opinion, do you know why our religion is faltering?
It promises people eternal life— But in a dull and boring paradise.
Islam, on the other hand, promises dates and beautiful girls.
Islam?
They would immediately ban such a paradise for anyone under 18.
Wishful thinking.
Here, my dear Inspector, we are stuck in the past and that's hardly good publicity.
Speaking of publicity, is that why you gave Mizar's photo to Andrea Antinori?
I already told you, Inspector.
Yes, that's why.
I really don't know anything else.
The day I can find a frozen meat company that wants steamy photos, I'm all set.
Would you like a whiskey, cognac, gin?
I have everything,
even pantyhoses and bras.
How long have you been friends with Andrea Antinori?
About 20 years.
Since we were kids.
And which foot is his limp one?
Why, is he limping?
No, it's just a quirk of mine.
We're all complex creatures.
Some people like, I don't know, little girls,
others like stamps.
Well, Inspector, Andrea has a quirk.
He loves money.
It makes him feel secure, but then again, don't we all?
Well, thanks for the whiskey.
Put it on the bottom.
Jennifer! What's going on?
It's so cold!
Why is it open?
There was... There was a man.
Who was there?
What are you talking about?
I saw...
I saw a shadow.
There was a man.
He ran away.
You still believe in the bogeyman, great.
You had a nightmare, I tell you.
All those bastards your husband forced on you
will make you freak out even without drugs.
He was there, I tell you.
I saw him, believe me, Marylin.
I saw him.
He's flown the coop.
Like a bat.
No, really...
I felt him touch me.
He was like some horrible shadow, I swear.
If you ask me,
you need a man.
But yes, how do you go from group sex to a vow of chastity?
Or did my bathroom prank affect you that much?
It was stupid, forgive me.
Now sleep,
and...
let me sleep, okay?
Good night.
6 million lira a year.
That's 30 million for every single apartment.
They should reintroduce the bounty system.
It's the only way a poor police officer like me could afford such a home.
I have to earn my salary, too.
I have an important appointment and I'm already late.
Why don't you call them?
Half an hour won't hurt anyone.
Yes, of course, but they are waiting for me in a bar.
Ah.
He said he was coming right away?
She lives next to us.
Who?
The one on the stool.
And?
I have an idea.
One of your usual silly ideas, no doubt.
Wait a minute.
Wait here.
Hi.
Hello.
My friend and I moved into where the black girl used to live.
Right, the blonde and the brunette.
My name is Marylin.
How are you?
I'm Sheila.
You live near us, did you know her well?
The black girl?
Sure, I used to meet her.
Stairs. Elevator.
Why?
Well, I read in a newspaper that she was making 50,000 lira a night.
Is that true?
Maybe.
You care for money a lot?
Aren't you going to introduce me to this beautiful young lady?
Sure, Dad, she's our new neighbor, Marylin.
Good morning.
Marilyn,
I'm going back up.
Perhaps he called...
Pretty, isn't she, daddy?
She's the virtuous one in the family.
Are you sisters?
No, friends.
What are you saying?
I am not accusing you of anything.
My dear architect, I just want to have a little chat.
Honestly, I confess I'd have done the same thing if I were you.
We're men, after all.
Who doesn't have a soft spot for black women?
Getting with a black girl is anyone's dream.
"You are as black as sin and you got all under my skin."
I'm sorry, but I don't have time for your sexual ramblings.
I'm sure this isn't what you came here for.
Well...
in a way.
Hello?
What do you want?
I'll call the police.
Yes.
Tell them.
Tell them your husband raped you.
Little by little...
like petals from an Iris.
You're mine, Jennifer!
Mine and no one else's.
You belong to me.
You are nothing but a thing.
And as such you must always avail yourself.
What is this?
What is it?
That's the bill you paid the other night
for dinner with the girl at the private club.
You left the club together, right?
Yes, yes, it's true, Inspector, but I don't...
No need to apologize.
There's nothing wrong with a dinner for two.
You see, architect, hanging with a gorgeous black girl
without being noticed is impossible in a city like this.
It's like a Chinese man spying in Russia.
Sure, but we split up afterward.
I accompanied her to...
A taxi stand, I know, I know.
I checked.
Here and there, even cops do a bit of work.
One second, Inspector.
You don't really believe that I killed her?
Put an original ending on the evening?
No, but you should have come to the police
after you heard of her murder.
That doesn't mean a thing.
Yes, my dear architect.
It may be a cliché, but the road to life in prison
is paved with insignificant things.
There's an Andrea Antinori, a real estate agent,
who works for Gelli Properties.
They built and administer the building on Via Verdi
in which one fine day a girl was killed
and another drowned in her bathroom.
So, what do we have here?
We have an office.
An office that has the blueprints of these apartments.
A brilliant architect who comes and goes
from the building as he pleases and
happens to be the very last person
to see Mizar alive!
And?
Even the most preoccupied judge would pay attention to that,
let alone a cop.
Goodbye.
Mind you...
no trips or weekend getaways for the next few days.
Don't leave the city.
Hello?
Ah, Jennifer, I was just about to...
What?
The police?
But the police just left.
Don't move, I'll be right there.
Here he is.
Don't let him out of your sight.
I'll take a cab.
Yes, boss.
What happened?
I couldn't stay up there any longer.
Adam continues to torment you?
Forget it.
It's unbelievable.
You should report him at this point.
Try not to think about it for now, okay?
Yes. Lobster.
Champagne. The usual splurge.
The strawberries with whipped cream have just arrived.
I wonder how they taste.
Hello.
It's me again.
Anything new?
Nothing.
They spent half an hour walking in the park,
and then half an hour on a bench...
talking.
Then they got up and started walking again,
holding hands, loving glimpses.
Smiles...
like they're in love.
The usual nonsense, chief.
Damn it, where are they?
I don't see them anymore!
I'll call back.
Bye. And thank you.
Thank you for everything. You're not like the others.
It's all for show.
I want to get in bed with you, just like the others.
I would sleep better.
Don't speak too soon.
No, Adam, let me go!
Quiet!
You're not Adam.
Don't move.
Don't you move!
Who are you?
Let go of me!
No!
Let go!
Help!
Close it! Dear god, close it.
What happened to you?
A jealous guy? Perhaps a little too demanding?
Someone attacked me.
I didn't see him properly.
He was just... just a shadow.
Quite a resourceful shadow.
There, there, calm down, dear.
I'll go get you something to put on.
My name is Sheila.
We met at the café the other day, remember?
What's your name?
Jennifer.
Jennifer Offermann.
Yes, of course, your friend told me.
You're the two new tenants, right?
Here, dear.
I had hoped we would become friends,
but not in a strange way like this.
That man... God, I don't know...
I can't even explain it.
It's all so horrible.
Hi Dad.
Don't mind him. He's moody.
What do you expect at his age?
Not that we ever have proper conversations, me and him.
Come, I'll go with you.
We'd better call the police.
Sure, all right, but let's go take a look first.
Come, don't be afraid.
I'll stay close to you.
Look at the lamp. He did that.
There's no one here.
This place gives me the creeps since that poor thing...
Strange things have been going on here for some time.
You're trembling, dear.
Don't be afraid, I'm here.
I won't leave you alone.
Well, what are you two up to?
Oh, Marylin, I was attacked here at home.
A shadow...
That turned into a woman.
Hi, Marylin.
Hey.
What's this?
It's blood.
Why an iris?
For Adam, it's a symbol.
Very interesting.
He loves you, perhaps makes a move,
and brings you flowers.
But you refused his floral gifts and
out of grief, he stabbed himself in the chest.
Well, it's a theory.
No, that's nonsense.
Exactly.
Let's come up with something less idiotic then.
Your husband uses you.
He loves you, desires you in a, let's say,
masochistic way, reading porn magazines
instead of cooking or gardening books.
He also threatens you and slaps you around on occasion.
And he always has a bit of heroin in his pocket to cure his headache.
These are all things you told me and that I knew already.
You have to admit that it's enough
to at least wish a guy like that dead.
The shadow man, Inspector.
Yes, indeed.
The shadow man.
Doesn't that sound rather vague to you?
So you think I made it all up?
I called for help so I'd have two witnesses when we found the body?
No, something doesn't add up and it puts you in the clear.
At least for now.
There were two other bodies in that building
before you and your friend even lived there.
Your eyeliner...
I'm being ridiculous.
No, a beautiful woman is never ridiculous.
Look...
I want to help you and your friend,
but you have to help me.
How?
Stay in that house.
But it's dangerous.
Yes, yes, I know.
Obviously, you can refuse, but in my opinion, it's worth a try.
I don't know how, but we will get him.
Of course, we'll never let you out of our sight.
Don't worry. Occasionally we get things right.
And now, if you'll allow me, may I offer you something,
even though I am on duty?
Redi, where are the glasses?
Under 'b' like 'barware'.
He files everything.
And...
be careful about new friendships.
Especially female ones.
What did he say exactly?
That Sheila looks at us
the way a dog with an urge looks at the Wall of China.
Word for word.
What a guy.
I had no idea that cops had such a sense of humor.
! want to go out!
David, no.
Let me go out!
Marylin, who lives in the apartment next door?
The old hag. The one with the alcohol.
I think she lives by herself.
No, she is not alone.
She's talking to someone.
Perhaps she has a lover.
She could talk to the cat or her husband's ghost.
Quiet!
The voice sounds like the man who attacked me.
I recognize it, it's his.
Like that of a... madman.
It's his voice.
I am sure, believe me.
I don't hear anything.
We can't trust them.
We can't trust anyone!
It's the old lady.
My dear, when you're that old and have insomnia
you may end up talking to yourself, too.
'La Stampa.'
Sure thing.
And the one with the skeletons.
Here, ma'am.
You'll like this week's edition. It's full of corpses.
Some trash the old lady is buying.
She buys nothing but horror, adult comics, and obituaries.
She's not all there if you ask me.
Thanks.
Police?
In that case...
excuse me.
How do they always make me?
Yes.
Yes, I understand. The usual bullshit.
I know, but the office doesn't have anything more interesting for you.
What?
No, don't lose sight of him or I'll send you back to uniform.
- Inspector? - Yes?
Here's the handwriting analysis for the murder of the black girl.
A woman!
Why didn't I think of this sooner?
Yes, I knew her.
It's not hard when you live on the same floor.
Why use the mail, then?
Seems like a waste of stamps.
The letter is not important.
I wrote it for my amusement.
Why not amuse yourself with some boys for a change?
So, no more letter-writing.
It could get you in hot water.
According to Kinsey, fewer and fewer women
take an interest in men these days.
And it's the same the other way around.
Do we really need to talk about this?
My father is an old-fashioned man.
He doesn't understand these things.
All right, let's forget about your issues.
Who is Andrea Antinori?
Andrea...
No, no, don't say anything, Jennifer.
I only want to love you.
Really love you.
Believe me.
Chief, they're at it.
I think it's more likely we'll find a baby than a corpse.
Save your wisecracks.
The chief is not around.
What should I do now?
Go and play with yourself.
Very funny!
Hi.
My god, Marylin.
Help!
I didn't do it!
It was him.
Murderer!
He has a weapon.
Murderer! He's the murderer!
Let me through!
He ran off that way.
Marylin. Oh, Marylin.
You have a phone?
People were ripping us off making long-distance calls,
so my boss had it disconnected.
That must have been so painful.
Go, rip someone else off.
You are a moron, that's what you are.
You let him get away at just the right time.
I swear, I never took my eyes off him, not even to take a shit.
We've been in the shitter this entire time.
I didn't see him attack her. The woman clung to him,
but she was already covered in blood.
You never see shit!
Four bodies in seven days.
The Commissioner wants the killer, but you didn't see a damned thing?
It wasn't Andrea, Inspector.
It wasn't him. Why would he?
Sure. Sit down.
You have to realize that it's not possible.
Not possible.
Maybe Andrea is sick and kills in fits of madness.
No, Andrea isn't crazy and no one saw him attack Marylin.
So you say,
but there were plenty of folks there who would say otherwise.
Look, Inspector,
it couldn't have been Andrea.
He can't stand the sight of blood.
I cut my finger the other day and he almost passed out.
Some kind of childhood trauma.
Interesting,
but this may incriminate him more than help him.
There is a verse in an Ossian poem,
"Why those strange drops of blood on Jennifer's body?"
A killer who kills because he's afraid of blood.
What if he's also a victim of his phobia?
I don't believe that.
Let me tell you what happened.
Andrea stabbed your friend and ran away.
Then came back to the scene of the crime
with the perfect excuse, a date with you.
That's not true. He didn't kill anyone!
Well then...
The first one was a prostitute he may have slept with.
The second one, the black girl, was definitely with him
the night of the murder.
Then he shacked up with you,
and your husband, may he rest in peace, lost his life.
Then your best friend dies in his arms with her guts hanging out.
Admit it...
plenty of reasons for wanting to lock up your hero.
There's been a parade of bodies,
and the only thing you know how to do is
pick the first suspect and say
"Look, here's your killer."
"Why did he do it?" "Because he's a maniac.”
You give us too much credit, ma'am.
We...
we can't even catch that maniac.
Thank you.
I don't want to stay here alone anymore.
I can't take it.
Let me go out!
I won't hurt anybody.
I never hurt anyone.
Let me go out. Please.
Hush now.
! bought your magazines. Read for a while.
Don't turn around.
Don't move! Don't look at me.
No one must see me.
Why can't I look at you?
Your skin is burned!
Who are you?
Why are you hiding?
You'll do as I say!
You will obey me.
Don't scream!
Help!
Stay!
Please, help!
Help!
David!
Get away from her, now!
What are you doing in my home, you slut?
I'm trying to find out who's filling this building with bodies.
And you? You defend him.
That monster, you protect him.
Shut up, you ingrate.
My son has never harmed anyone.
I protect him and hide him because you're evil, you are all evil.
Does he bother you, that poor, unhappy boy?
You're no better than my son.
On the outside, you hide under your nice clothes, your perfumes.
Get lost! Go back to your world of normal people.
Of whores, maniacs, junkies, and murderers.
No trace of Antinori, Inspector.
Keep looking.
I'm sure he's still in town.
I found it!
Found it?
"Garibaldi at Dijon"
20 lira in pink.
You can't find 20 lira stamps anymore,
let alone the Garibaldi.
Hello?
The Inspector is busy.
I hear you, you found the monster.
Of course, I believe you.
You saw the monster.
Yes.
Really?
Hello?
Check the other room as well.
No one? No.
So, you live by yourself.
Alone, for the past 20 years, since my poor husband died.
No, that's not true. Don't listen to her.
She's hiding him. I saw him here.
His face is disfigured, completely burned.
And his hands...
Where are you hiding him, you old witch?
That's enough now.
Please, Inspector, you have to look for him.
Enough! He must be here.
I'll have you committed.
Oh, no! I saw him.
Take her!
Inspector!
I am sorry, ma'am, but we had to check.
Come anytime you want, Inspector.
I am always so alone.
No trouble at all.
Thank you.
No! Let me talk, Mr. Inspector.
Let me go!
Inspector.
Will you stop it?
Let go of me, I said.
Go ahead, call an ambulance, 911!
Call your grandmother, for all I care!
But stop playing cops and go back to your stupid stamps.
But Inspector, you're letting her...?
Let it go.
Sorry?
We have enough on our plate.
Hello?
Jennifer, is that you?
Andrea, where are you?
It doesn't matter. I want to see you.
I'm sure they're watching you.
Listen, there's a junkyard near the northern freeway on-ramp.
I will wait for you there. Make sure no one's following you.
Okay, I'll come as soon as it gets dark.
But be careful...
Hello?
Andrea.
What's wrong?
Am I really that scary?
Sorry, Sheila, I'm a nervous wreck.
And I'm not? With everything that's going on?
If it weren't for that nuisance of a father,
I'd have hightailed it already.
That's what I'll do, that's for sure.
I think the two of us could really get along.
You don't believe all the gossip, do you?
They keep wagging their tongues about me.
But if you find somewhere nice,
I could come and live there as well.
Assuming you'd want me to, of course.
What about your father?
You'd leave him by himself?
Well, when push comes to shove, I think he'll be pleased,
for all he cares about me.
We are going down.
Goddamn piece of junk!
I didn't touch anything.
It's not moving.
Here we go again, it's broken.
Great, we ended up in the basement.
Looks like a ship's engine room.
I've never been down here.
There must be some stairs.
Let's find out.
Come on. Don't be afraid.
Who's there?
Is anyone there?
Jennifer?
Help me!
Jennifer. It's me, Andrea.
Don't you recognize me?
What are you doing here?
I saw you in the junkyard,
but you were being followed so I couldn't approach you.
So you think I'm guilty, too.
Go then, if you won't believe me.
I said, go!
Yes, don't come any closer.
There's the stairs. Leave!
You're just like all the others.
Scram! What are you waiting for?
Get lost!
Help me, Inspector.
Get him!
He did it, he's the killer, Inspector.
Him. Him. This is horrible.
I wouldn't believe!
Chief, he killed another one.
Inspector, we found a passage.
It leads into a garage with a back exit.
I'm afraid he got away.
Have them take her away.
David.
You can come out now, honey.
David, where are you?
Don't be afraid, they won't come back.
It's over.
David?
Where are you?
Oh my goodness!
Where did you go, my darling?
He came here to hide, that's clear.
Inspector.
How did the old man take it?
He's playing, listen.
Poor guy, his daughter was all he had.
This way.
So you really decided to leave?
Yes.
I can't stay here after all that's happened in this house.
Where will you go?
Some hotel.
Antinori has escaped
and we haven't been able to find him yet.
If you want, I can have a car take you.
No, thank you.
I called my photographer friend.
He'll be here and pick me up.
You stake out the building?
Two in the basement, two in the garage, and two on the street.
Good.
You really don't want us to accompany you?
Fine.
We'll still need you.
Get a good night's sleep tonight.
I'll see you at the office tomorrow.
After shooting his wife, he strangled his mother-in-law
with a stocking, can you believe that?
Keep your eyes open.
Don't worry.
Let's go.
Good night, Boss.
Watch your hand.
Professor! Professor!
Professor.
You.
A little trick of mine.
The violin is an excellent accomplice.
Very understanding.
But then, the old woman's son...
Don't compare me to that idiot,
though he did give me the idea.
One night, I caught him dressed like this
in my daughter's bedroom.
You corrupted my girl.
All of you have corrupted her!
That means you're...
Yes.
And now you will die like all the others.
It's your fault I killed my poor Sheila!
Yes, it's your fault.
In the basement, I mistook her for you.
And now you must die!
Romeo's already down there.
Follow him, you'll be his Juliet.
Papa.
Jennifer.
Andrea, forgive me.
I'm sorry.
It's over now.
You have to forget it.
It was a nightmare.
Yes.
Yes. Jennifer, yes.
All of you have corrupted her.
That means you're...
Yes.
And now you will die like all the others.
It's your fault...
Chief.
Yes.
Look at this.
Stamps, Czechoslovakian, I think.
They look valuable.
Redi?
Yes, what's on your mind?
We are going through a season when all the cherries have worms.
What do you think?
Me?
That it's a very good year for worms.
Hello?
Ah, it's you.
Come up, I'm waiting.
Any references to existing people or real events are purely coincidental.