Okay, okay, stop.
Great!
Really...
...really, that's good. Very good.
Maybe a little too good.
Too clean. Yes, too precise. Too...
...formal. It should be more... trashy.
See what I mean?
Remember that this sort of Jazz came out of the...
...the brothels... and the freedom inspired from...
Parapsychology Conference
This is a proven fact that can be easily demonstrated.
For instance: If we put a butterfly in a cage, within a few hours...
...it will be able to gather around it many other butterflies...
...which will quickly swarm in, in answer to its call...
...even covering a distance of several miles.
This is telepathy.
I don't feel like it... Non me la sento...
...and I really need some rest... ...ed ho bisogno di riposare...
...I feel very tired. ...mi sento molto stanca.
So... Allora...
Shouldn't we talk about that right away? Non pensi che dovremmo parlarne subito?
Yes, I'd like this article to be published... Sì, vorrei pubblicare questo articolo...
...while I'm still in Italy. ...mentre sono in Italia.
Yes... Sì...
I am alone. Sono sola.
Yes, I am a bit jumpy... Sì, sono un po' nervosa...
...but don't worry. ...ma non preoccuparti.
We'll talk again tomorrow? Ne parliamo ancora domani?
Anyway, it means...
..."alla salute!", "cheers", "à votre santé", "skol!"
Listen, Carlo, when I was in America...
...I met a lot of people like you.
The victim seems to be about 35-40 years old.
She has abrasions and cuts all over her body.
So, you are a foreigner, then?
Yes, I was born in London but I lived...
...several years in America, before coming here.
And what are you doing in Italy?
I am a pianist. Jazz. I teach here at the Conservatory.
- I teach Jazz. - And you play the piano, right?
So, in that case, you don't have any job, right?
- I told you that I am a pianist. - Hmm, sure, sure...
Yes, in short, that's your only job.
Why? You think playing an instrument isn't a job? What is it then, a joke?
No, what are you saying? No, I would never say that.
In fact, in my family I have a cousin who plays the...
What?
The violin!
Get lost! You can't come in here!
Why not? A crime like this, the first thing you do is call the police!
Get your hands off me! I told you, you can't come in here!
We're conducting a very complex investigation here!
Look who's here!
Why must I go to the Police Station?
I told you everything I know! I don't understand what else...
It's for your statement. It has to be officially typed, you know, bureaucracy!
And also all your information: Place and date of birth, passport, etc.
My head is splitting!
And you, what the hell are you doing here at this hour?
I'm on my way home... after four hours at the Police Station.
Oh yeah, right.
I forgot about the murder.
How did it go?
What kind of question is that? How do you suppose it went?
Come on, I'll walk you home.
No, thank you. I can make it by myself.
I can make it, I said!
Oh, my poor head, my head...
Tell me, how much did you drink?
Who knows? Who can remember anything about this night?
But I'm sure it must have been a lot.
No, no, I don't think so...
If I remember well, it was... it was... some sort of composition of faces...
...something very unusual.
Look, maybe you've seen something so important that you can't realize it.
But I... I'm just trying to understand, because...
You know, sometimes, what you actually see and what you imagine...
...get mixed up in your memory like a cocktail...
...from which you can no longer distinguish one flavor from another.
But I'm telling you the truth!
No, Marc. You think you're telling the truth, but in fact...
...you're telling only your version of the truth.
It happens to me all the time.
The Witness Declares: "I've seen the murderer."
Look, you may not believe me, but I don't have a steady boyfriend right now.
- Me neither. - Ah, I should hope not!
I meant a girlfriend!
Ah, that's why you're always so jumpy!
Me jumpy? Oh please! I am not jumpy at all!
Yeah right! And stop fidgeting! You're always scratching...
...your hands are shaking. Tell me, what's going on?
How often times must I tell you that I'm an artist?
In case you've forgotten, we artists are very sensitive people, is that clear?
We don't have elephant hide like you journalists!
Elephant hide? I'm told I have very delicate skin.
You can touch it, come on, try!
- Yes, not bad. - It's fantastic!
I know a way to stop your jumpiness...
What? Here at the cemetery? Are you crazy?
Anyway, I've other things on my mind, understand?
- Sure, you are scared witless! - I am not scared!
Right, you're almost pooping your pants!
And it's all my fault!
And I would like to see him, you know? I'm curious to see him face to face.
Forget it. You'd be better off returning to England.
To tell you the truth I decided to stay.
- You've just decided that? - Yes, maybe.
Anyway, I need to concentrate. I must try to remember.
I am sure I saw something very important that night...
...but I can't remember what exactly, damn it!
Are you driving?
Long live Italy!
Tell me, Enrico, why do Australian boomerang sellers go bankrupt?
No, I don't know that one.
They go bankrupt because the goods are always returned!
Funny, don't you think?
- Carlo's not in yet? - No, he never shows up before ten.
Could you please tell him I was looking for him?
- I need to speak to him urgently? - Of course.
I'll try to call you.
Ok. But I'll tell you again that I don't...
If you don't want to, just say so.
I was just trying to say that I don't know what time I'll be back.
Alright.
Bye.
Tell me the truth.
Do you find me so unattractive?
- No. - So, what's wrong, then?
- My smell? What? - Nothing at all, why?
Oh nothing. I was just wondering!
He's been like this for over an hour.
He started to drink as he usually does.
Maybe more than usual.
Then he started talking nonsense.
But I already told you that you won't last for long if you drink that much!
And I told you... who wants to last?
The liver is gone, and so are the intestines.
Come on, try to get up.
Put your head under a cold tap, it'll do you good.
Then I'll take you out to get some fresh air.
Carlo should be very careful.
If they find out he's a good pianist, they'll get rid of him for sure!
Little Songs for Children
A particular time of day, a particular day of the week, even clothing...
Something that recreates the same images that, in the past...
...were the occasional frame of his provoking trauma.
"Ghosts of Today and Legends of the Modern Age"
The House of the Screaming Child
In a house near Rome, a strange thing happened.
One night, a hunter woke up before dawn...
...and heard a child singing in a high shrill voice; soon after...
...the voice stopped, and he heard shrieking screams and weeping.