[birds chirping]
[telephone ringing]
Hello.
[Man] It's me.
Oh, am-- am I bothering you?
Francesco?
[knocking at door] Oh, don't worry.
I'd really like to share some time.
Hold on a minute, Franco.
You were saying, Franco?
No, no, nothing.
Just called to see how you're doing.
Oh.
You know how things are.
Life goes on.
[footsteps]
[Francesco] Gnaghi!
Nyah.
I've been shouting at you for hours. Gnaghi!
[Francesco] Miss Gogeni, the surveyor.
12th row, 3rd grave, right?
[Gnaghi] Nyah.
Grave three.
Here we go.
I know you've heard this before,
but this time, my dear Gogeni,
it is forever.
Rest in peace.
[Francesco] Oh, my back.
[groans, sighs]
[groans, clears throat]
What a waste of good marble.
Never looks right when you fix it.
All this fancy packaging.
I don't know why they don't just
cover the graves with dirt.
Nyah.
[animal shrieking]
[whistling]
[thump]
[whistling]
[growling]
Nyah!
[growling]
The gun.
Forgot the fucking gun.
Give it to me. Give me the spade.
Gnaghi, give me the fucking spade!
There we go.
You handle the rest, Gnaghi.
[Francesco, voiceover] My name is Francesco Dellamorte.
Weird name, isn't it?
Francis of death.
St. Francis of death.
I've often thought of having it changed.
Andre Dellamorte would be nice.
I'm the watchman of the Buffalora cemetery.
I don't know how the epidemic started.
All I know is that some people
on the seventh night after their death come back to life.
I call them "returners."
Though, frankly, I can't understand
why they're so anxious to return.
The only way to get rid of them once and for all
is to split their heads open.
A spade will do it, but a dum-dum bullet is best.
Come and have a glass of wine.
Nyah.
Is this the beginning of an invasion?
Does it happen in all cemeteries?
Or is Buffalora just an exemption?
Who knows, and in the end, who cares?
I'm just doing my job.
[birds chirping]
Good morning, engineer.
How are you doing today?
Fine, Miss Chiaromondo. And you?
The cemetery is open, isn't it?
For you, anytime.
Oh, hello, cutie. Here.
How are you?
He's happy.
He likes it when the sun shines.
I'm not an engineer.
And you're no cutie.
Hmm, poor Gnaghi.
On his I.D. card it reads,
"Distinctive physical marks: All."
He has a real passion for dead leaves.
Can't stand it when the wind blows 'em away.
Oh, well.
We all do what we can not to think about life.
[priest speaking Latin]
The most beautiful living woman I have ever seen.
Will I see her again?
I just came to water the flowers
on your poor father's grave.
Husband.
[clears throat]
How long has he been dead?
Two weeks.
[chuckles] Thank goodness.
What?
I mean, um, I'm very sorry.
Have you no respect for pain?
I know how these thing are.
You'll see.
In time, pain heals.
It's not healing a bit.
He was wonderful.
Was a wonderful lover.
Incredible. Tireless.
He was fantastic.
Huh!
I messed it all up. I've lost her.
Will I see her again?
[rapping on glass]
Hey, Franco. Whoo-hoo.
Franco is the only living person who even calls me.
Now and then I stop by his office
to remind myself what he looks like.
You can't live on memories alone.
[chuckles]
It's for you. Sign as usual.
You got a pen?
Hold on a sec. Here we are.
Any other visits last night?
A couple, yeah.
[sighs]
All this extra work.
It's not as they pay me any more.
Tell the mayor.
Oh, tell the mayor, and then what?
They'll close the cemetery.
Good-bye job. Good-bye house.
Come on. Who do you think will believe you?
I don't care if you don't believe me, Franco.
You're not the one who pays me.
I believe you. I believe you.
And you're right. At least have them pay you overtime.
Good. Well, let's go to the mayor then.
It's not that easy. [scoffs]
First you have to fill out an M-3 form.
Report with an M-3 form.
Forms.
I could speed things up a bit for you.
It's easier just to shoot them.
Pff.
One M-3 form.
[Man] Hello, hello, hello.
Gonna get on with it this way tonight.
[Second man] Some of us, yeah.
[Third man] Some of us will.
[laughter]
Oh, at a certain point in life you realize
you know more dead people than living.
I'm sorry about the other day.
I was a bit crass. Didn't mean to be.
My name's Francesco Dellamorte.
You know, it's the only job I could get,
even with a degree in biology.
Anyway, we all end up here sooner or later, don't we.
[chuckles]
I've got a great little house. Wanna see it?
I don't live alone. I've got a helper. Gnaghi.
He's a real conversationalist.
The cemetery's small,
but it's got a marvelous ossuary.
An ossuary?
I have never seen anything so exciting.
Neither have I.
[sniffs]
It's like in night dreams.
This is my dream.
Oh, I couldn't ask for anything more.
Me neither.
You know, you've got a real nice ossuary.
[clears throat]
Thanks.
You will allow me to return, won't you?
You will allow me to kiss you just once, won't you?
No. Not like this.
Like this.
[gasps] No!
I must be faithful to the memory of my husband.
I can't. I can't.
It's not my fault. It's this place.
I feel strange tremors.
It's not the cold. I'm not afraid.
This place wants me to--
It's forcing me to--
Oh! I don't want to.
[whimpering]
I don't want to.
I can't. I can't!
I can't.
No. No, no, no, no.
[bird screeching]
[cawing]
[gasps]
Don't be afraid.
It's just igneous fatuous.
Why here?
Why on your poor husband's grave, huh?
I've never kept anything from him.
We trusted each other implicitly.
He would have liked to know.
Well, if that's the case...
Mm.
[gasps] All these lights.
Let 'em watch.
What's better than watching two lovers making love, huh?
Just to have a bit of privacy.
Ha!
[Francesco] Sorry, but the lady wants stars only.
[meow]
Ohh.
[woman moaning]
[groaning]
[woman moans]
It's never been like this before with anybody.
With you.
No one will ever make us part.
[growling]
Gnaghi! My gun! [screams]
Explain. Listen to me.
You've always been so understanding.
That's life.
[screams]
[distant bird shrieking]
It's nothing, my love.
You're fine.
Great! Just when I don't need it anymore.
Nyah.
Well, don't just stand there.
Go call Dr. Verseci!
Go on. Get the doctor!
Go on. Move!
Nothing can separate us.
I swear. Nothing.
Nothing will separate us, will it?
Nothing, my love. Nothing.
Not even death?
Not even death.
[knocking]
[Man] Dellamorte, are you in there?
Dellamorte!
[owl hooting]
Phew.
Oh, Jesus! Scared me to death.
You looking for me, Marshall Straniero?
Yes.
Dr. Verseci called. What happened last night?
Well, you know. Why are you asking me? She's dead.
I know she's dead, but how did it happen?
Her husband.
Oh, sure.
He came back from the dead, he raped her,
then bit her to death.
Is that what he did?
No, he didn't rape her.
Oh-oh-oh, you always crack me up, you do.
Oh, Dr. Verseci, are you spying on us?
No, I've drawn up the death certificate.
Her heart stopped from fear.
It wasn't the bite that killed her.
She died while making--
well, you know, doing it.
Ah, you know what that means, my boy?
I'll have to look somewhere else
for the creep who killed her.
You are no longer a suspect. Why not?
Well, uh, you know what I mean.
Uh, look, don't make me say it.
Go on, you can say it. I don't mind. I'm impotent.
[thunder] Don't use that word.
A young man like you, at your age.
She have any relatives?
No. No relatives, no friends.
Well, I would have to say that--
Shit.
This is definitely not my style.
Can I keep her here?
If you pay for the funeral costs,
you can do whatever the hell you want with her.
Does that wrap it up then?
Yeah, except for a killer running loose.
Ah, the weather's changing at last.
I can't forgive myself for having lied to you.
I don't have a degree in biology.
Never even finished high school.
Haven't read more than two books in my whole life.
One, never finished,
and the other's a phone book.
[sighs]
[fly buzzes]
I don't want her to become a returner.
I don't want to see her again.
No.
Yes, my love.
No, don't make me do it.
Oh, but you do it so well, so well.
Not to you.
It'll be better with me than with the others.
[groans]
[birds chirping]
Nyah?
You do it.
Well, go on.
If you finish fast, I'll buy you an ice cream.
Nyah!
[Man] It was bullshit! I went with my brother.
[Second man] Here comes the unforgiven.
[all talking]
So small, he pees with tweezers!
[First man] Tweezers?
He hasn't got no one.
[Third man] Maybe he had a sex change.
[Second man] What is it I hear about them
sewing them back on in the States?
[First man] They can stitch them right on.
Of course, you got to have one to start with!
Forget it. I started that rumor.
The more they laugh, the further away they see.
You can never be too different, Gnaghi.
Oh, maybe you can.
Engineer!
[laughs]
Engineer! Engineer!
Come. Have a seat.
[laughs]
Well, well, well, what a surprise.
Yeah, it's a miracle seeing you here.
It's a miracle seeing you here, Mr. Mayor.
[laughter]
So, how are things down at our cemetery? How are things?
Well, how do you think things are?
Population's shrinking, isn't it?
[Man] By leaps and bounds.
Hey, you're lucky, my dear engineer.
You just can't imagine how things
are at the town hall now that the elections are upon us.
It is chaos!
[Man] Yeah, it's a free-for-all.
Nobody wants to lose their job.
Daddy, what's this?
This is my assistant, Gnaghi.
[men talking in background]
He's sweet.
Will you buy him, Daddy?
That's great.
It even knows how to cry.
[Francesco] Gnaghi, don't sit so close to her, huh?
Could you move over, darling?
Would you tell your daughter to move over, please?
[Mayor] Yes, of course.
Sometimes Gnaghi gets excited.
I'm sure he's charming. Now where was I?
Oh, yeah. Just the same. Precisely.
By keeping things the same,
we can change more effectively.
What is he doing? Dancing?
[Francesco] No, no, he's just about to--
Aah! Aah!
Must be an actress.
What the hell are you doing, Valentina?
He threw up on me, Claudio.
Oh, a new fad.
Like to go for a ride?
I knew you'd understand.
Take off!
[Valentina cheers]
By the way, one of these days
I have to talk to you about the cemetery.
[chuckles]
The youth of today, they're so emotional.
[car approaching]
Come on, Gnaghi.
Get in for God's sake.
Don't do this. Just get in the car!
It's not the end of the world.
Didn't even bother her.
She understood it was just
a demonstration of your affection.
It's not the first time you threw up over a woman, is it?
[wails]
Come on, Gnaghi, get in.
Look, first stuff doesn't count.
It's last stuff that counts.
Ooh!
[groans] Nobody came today.
I was a bit bored.
Not even the Admiral.
He's just disappeared.
Let's hope tomorrow, hey?
Yeah, come again and stay a while.
Oh, he was such a distinguished looking man.
The Admiral always used to bring me,
always a touch of sambuca.
[Gnaghi sobbing]
Oh, come on, Gnaghi.
You'll get over it, you'll see.
Time passes.
Nothing seems the same.
It just gets worse.
[chuckles]
God, is it ever difficult
trying to make you feel better.
What were you doing with the mayor's daughter anyway?
She's only a child.
Nyah!
[sobbing]
Oh, yeah, that is not true.
You are not a child, Gnaghi.
You're a year older than I am.
Anyway...
one day you will settle down
with some poor creature like yourself.
Meanwhile, what do you care?
They all end up here sooner or later, Gnaghi,
often sooner than later.
[engine revving]
[Valentina] Whoo, whoo! Faster!
Open her up!
If daddy could see us now.
He'd kill me.
Claudio, go to town. You're on.
[Valentina] Go, go! Go!
Yay! Hang on. Eat our dust!
[horn honks] [gasps]
[crash]
[Man] Four motorcycles racing.
The mayor's daughter is on one of them.
Her head sliced right off.
They had to sew it back on the body.
[procession singing]
The bikes crash into a bus loaded with scouts
on their way back from a church-sponsored outing.
Ha! Slaughter of the innocents.
And they were all so young. Right.
They thought their life was ahead of them,
but in fact it already passed them by.
[laughs] Well, you got your hands full.
Oh, more than you know.
Gnaghi, we're gonna need a lot of bullets.
[singing continues]
¶ ...scout in a marble tomb ¶
¶ Never should have gone out ¶
¶ On the boy scout picnic ¶
¶ Never should have, never should have gone just then ¶
¶ Never should have gone out ¶
¶ On the boy scout picnic ¶
¶ Never should have, now I'll never go again ¶
Oh, Claudio, take me with you.
Don't leave me all alone!
Claudio, take me with you, my love.
[crying] Oh, no, sweetheart!
My son wasn't with you.
He was promised to the mayor's daughter.
But he loved me! Liar!
He was mine. He loved me.
Only me!
Have you no respect for a mother's...
We are born to die.
Born merely to die.
Do you remember just yesterday
she was alive, happy?
Do you remember?
Dear Gnaghi even threw up on her,
and she took it so well,
and now she's gone, and right on the eve of the elections!
I'd better get the pickax and shovel.
Oh, Valentina, how could you do this?
[whistling]
Is it true what they say:
that the dead come back to life here at night?
Tell me it's true.
Hey, who told you that?
Is it true or not?
Shh. What if it is?
I have got to see Claudio again.
I have to know whether he loved me or her.
If I hear anything, I'll let you know.
No, wait!
Go away.
I haven't got time for the living.
[creaking]
Ahh.
[clattering]
Gnaghi?
[footsteps]
[both grunting]
[gunshot]
[Francesco] Gnaghi!
Gnaghi, they came back sooner than we thought.
Gnaghi, wake up!
[growling]
Gnaghi, watch out!
[growling]
[TV blares]
Oh, Gnaghi, I'm sorry.
Didn't mean to.
[whimpering]
Well, that's it. Time's up.
I want you upstairs and ready in five minutes, okay?
Pfft. Pfft.
Pfft!
[woman sobbing]
[gasps]
[Francesco] Oh, no, what's she doing here?
[sobbing]
Hey, visiting hours are over.
Nobody's gonna take me away from him!
[rumbling]
Quick, get the fuck out of here!
No! No! Claudio, help!
Help!
[distant animal howling]
[rumbling]
No!
No, Claudio, take me with you.
Don't leave me.
God!
Come on.
Wait! Wait!
Claudio, please take me with you.
Help me, hold me, love me.
[crying]
Please.
Claudio.
You only love me, right?
Oh.
[engine revs]
Hey!
Damn.
Always shoots to the right when it's cold.
[fluttering]
[screeching]
Gnaghi!
[woman moaning]
No, please don't. He's only eating me.
Move aside.
Mind your business!
I shall be eaten by whomever I please.
This is my business. They pay me for it.
[growls]
The living dead and the dying living are all the same.
Cut from the same cloth.
Disposing of dead people is a public service,
whereas you're in all sorts of trouble
if you kill someone when they're still alive.
[distant dog barking]
Wait.
[sniffs]
This way they'll be together forever.
[grunts]
I'm sentimental.
[playing soft music]
Patience, Gnaghi.
In love, it's the waiting that's the best part.
You have to learn how to wait.
What's your name again?
Nyah.
"Gnaghi."
I'm Valentina.
Haven't I seen you before?
[retches]
Oh, yeah. Now I remember.
You threw up on me.
How sweet.
But I like shy boys.
And you never say no to a kiss.
Take advantage.
I'm certainly in no position to refuse.
Besides, I don't think I'd refuse anyway.
Hmm?
[playing soft music]
[meow]
False alarm.
It was only a cat.
[chuckles lightly]
[scoffs]
No use you trying to help me, little thing.
[chuckles]
If I can't do it, imagine you.
Putting the skull together
is one of the most difficult things in the world.
[laughs]
You know, you really are disgusting when you eat, Gnaghi.
Nyah.
Huh. Yes, you're right.
I suppose it all does get mixed up
in the stomach in the end.
What is it?
[Gnaghi grunting]
[Valentina laughing]
That wasn't a cat.
We can't. I'm alive.
And you're dead.
I'm not prejudiced. We're in love.
[moans]
[screaming]
I killed her.
Nyah!
[crying]
I killed her.
No!
I killed her.
No!
The first time, when her husband bit her,
she wasn't really dead.
When she woke up and I shot her, she was alive.
I killed her.
I killed the only woman I ever loved.
I shot her with my eyes closed.
Didn't aim for the head.
That's why she came back.
God, what an idiot.
Now am I infected too?
Will I be a returner when I die?
[sighs]
Who knows if Gnaghi--
No, poor Gnaghi.
[chuckles]
He'd never have the guts
to crush my skull with a shovel.
Hey!
I'm not dead, you idiot.
A bite can't kill you!
[grunts] Nyah!
Good morning, engineer.
Miss Chiaromondo, I am not an engineer.
Are you or are you not
the watchman of the cemetery?
Well, of course I am.
You are therefore an engineer.
By the way, which of these
do you think would be better on my tombstone?
Both.
I like the opinion of a handsome young man.
Good-bye, engineer.
Nyah!
Good morning, cutie.
That's the phone book. Are you crazy?
That is my favorite reading.
Nyah.
Gnaghi, just because we've got the new ones
doesn't mean we have to throw the old ones away.
These books are classics!
Gnaghi! Nyah!
Stop killing the dead.
They're mine.
If you don't want the dead coming back to life,
why don't you just kill the living?
Shoot them in the head.
Are you listening to me?
¶ [techno]
[telephone rings]
Hello.
[Franco] Greetings from tone-deaf town hall.
Franco.
[clears throat] How are you?
Bored and disturbing you. No, no, no.
You're not disturbing me.
[knocking] I thought I'd catch up
on a bunch of scandals...
Gnaghi, the door!
What's you say?
What the hell was that?
Nothing. I'm just working. On what?
You know. Daily grind.
Nothing but the daily grind.
You're telling me.
Sometimes I feel like shooting myself.
Nyah!
How's everything in your life?
How are dear Maura and Chincia, eh?
[chuckles] Mm.
It's not as fun if you don't actually exist, Franco.
[gunshot] Hmm. Right.
And you do have a wife and daughter, don't you.
[laughs]
[gunshot]
I only have to.
[gunshot]
Sometimes I think I made it all up.
[laughs]
Franco, you do make me laugh.
[laughs]
Ah, you'll get out one day.
Buffalora will be nothing but a bad, bad memory.
Yeah, or maybe not.
Then I could get unstuck.
I feel like a fly on flypaper.
Mm?
Oh, well, you'll see, Franco.
[chuckles]
Maura is gonna get tired of you.
[yawns]
And Chincia will grow up to hate you.
Then you'll be free.
Free to see what the rest of the world looks like.
Mm.
What do you think the rest of the world looks like?
[yawns]
The rest of the world?
Mm-hmm. Hmm.
Who knows if the rest of the world even exists.
Look who it is!
Hey, Dellamorte, come here a sec.
Got to straighten things out.
[all talking]
Aah!
[Francesco, voiceover] At times I get ahead of my work.
Work.
[knocking]
[Man] Dellamorte.
[knocking]
Dellamorte.
Gnaghi!
[knocking]
Francesco Dellamorte?
Mm-hmm.
Where were you
between 11:00 and 12:30 last night?
In bed.
Any witnesses.
I was talking to my friend Franco on the telephone,
and I fell asleep.
[clears throat] Why? What happened?
Some fucking maniac killed seven people in town.
More work.
Well, you're gonna go to jail unless you have an alibi.
Why me?
Because your car was seen driving
around the streets last night.
That's why.
That's impossible.
No one could drive that wreck apart from me.
Actually, I don't think it was you.
I think it was your assistant.
[chuckles]
Gnaghi can't even roller skate.
Neither can I. So what?
I want to question him immediately.
God, the weather's gone bad.
Please let me talk to him first.
Just have him come right out, will you?
Ugh!
[Man] Don't you ever clean that place?
Jesus Christ, it stinks!
[Valentina] ¶ Outside when all alone, it feels so bad ¶
¶ And waits again for love to start ¶
¶ To feel the beating of the heart ¶
Oh.
[chuckles]
Gnaghi.
Gnaghi, I had a terrible dream last night.
I dreamt I went out and killed seven real people.
Hey! Remember me? [chuckles]
[Man] Dellamorte, you got important visitors.
¶ There comes a time when death is sad ¶
¶ When all alone it feels so bad ¶
You'll understand, engineer,
after this massacre
the voters are furious with me.
Ha!
They've been voting for you for 15 years.
And if we don't find this maniac, Straniero,
there won't be a 16th.
[Francesco] What's your daughter got to do with it?
Now that the whole town is in mourning,
I want to show them
that I'm grieving as well.
I'll have some pictures taken of the body
and put a blowup on my election posters.
And underneath, something like
"If you've had a death in the family,
vote for someone who suffers like you.
What do you think?
Well, you know, it's a thought.
Huh?
Or "Vote for a man
who has lost all other happiness."
Huh. Good. Hey?
Ready to shoot?
[strained grunt]
Oop.
So what do I do? Take one from the neck down?
Engineer, what's the meaning of this?
[Valentina] Daddy. Daddykins.
[gasps] Did you hear that?
I don't know. It depends.
Daddy-pie. Daddy-poo.
Valentina! Pumpkin.
Plot thickens.
Pumpkin, where are you?
Where are you?
Your daddy's here.
Oh, where are you?
[Valentina] Stop blubbering and come on in.
Oh.
[stammering]
Coming.
Here I am, little one.
[Valentina] Mmm.
[sniffs]
Jeez, it stinks in here.
It's my fault, Daddy.
[gasps]
Oh, my God. Valentina.
What are you doing on TV?
I'm rotting fast, Daddy. Nyah!
You!
You stuttering monster.
You're the one who hurt my little girl.
No, Daddy, he loves me.
Step aside!
I command you as your mayor.
With your consent,
I'd like to marry Gnaghi.
This horrible thing? Nyah!
I'm not such a great catch either, Daddy.
Not as long, dear, as I've got a breath in my body.
All right. We'll fix that right away.
[growls]
[screaming]
[laughs]
Help me, engineer.
I'm not an engineer.
I'm sorry, Gnaghi.
She really was beginning
to, uh, go off a bit there, wasn't she?
He's dead?
Oh. He's dead.
Who took a bite out of his neck?
Oh, not me or Gnaghi.
Take a mold of our teeth.
You'll see they won't match.
Then who did it?
Oh, relax, Straniero.
This won't be your first unsolved case, will it.
[chuckles]
Hold it.
[crying]
Come on, Gnaghi.
The world's full of girls like that,
and they've got bodies too.
Hmm.
By the way, do you know
what my mother's maiden name was?
Huh?
You'd never believe it if I told you.
She was called Dellamore.
That means love.
You're not the only person in the world
who's lost a lover, Gnaghi.
Hey!
Get down!
What are you doing? Get down from there.
Forget it, engineer.
Go home.
You're supposed to be setting a good example.
Now will you get back to your coffin immediately.
You can't stop me.
You owe your job to me, remember?
Get down or I'll shoot.
You can't. I'm the mayor.
Ex.
[helicopter flying overhead]
Mr. Dellamorte.
What?
I'm Civardi, the new mayor.
Why the barbed wire?
Do they climb in at night? No.
They climb out sometimes.
Would you mind coming down?
You reported an epidemic
which affects the dead.
You claim they come to life
within seven days of burial.
It says so, uh, right here.
An M-3 report.
Didn't you fill it out? No.
Oh, splendid.
So you'll provide us with a denial.
Just sign here.
Franco must have sent it.
What a nice thought.
Nothing happened.
Nothing ever happens.
If the press got hold
of something like this,
not only would Buffalora be a laughingstock,
but you'd lose your job.
My personal secretary.
Mr. Dellamorte.
A pleasure.
A real pleasure, Mr. Dellamorte.
Thank you.
You and I are gonna get along just fine.
Good-bye.
Your name.
I didn't get your name.
Will I see her again?
[gasps] Hi.
I'm really sorry.
Didn't mean to frighten you.
It's just--
[chuckles]
I was expecting someone else.
Miss? Miss?
Ever since I got to Buffalora,
strange things have been happening to me.
It's as if I've been here before.
And that grave.
And you, Mr. Dellamorte,
it's as if I've known you forever.
As if I've loved you forever.
You love me too?
Why?
Who else is there?
I love you as well.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
I've heard what they say about you in town.
Is it true that you don't--
I mean that you, you can't--
No, no, no, no, no.
You don't want to believe town gossip.
Because I can only love an impotent man.
Yeah, it's true. It's true.
I like men,
but their manhood terrifies me.
I can't stand the thought of them having a--
I mean, you understand. Mm.
It-- It's a sort of phobia I have.
I don't have one, no.
Don't have anything at all.
Will you marry me?
Mm.
[spits]
I'm getting married.
Nyah.
[chuckles] I'm really getting married.
Don't pretend you didn't hear everything.
Nyah.
Oh, yeah. Why not then?
Go ahead, expe-- Aah!
Goodness gracious. What are you saying?
You heard me.
My dear boy,
you must be very, uh, run-down.
Now, I'm gonna give you some pills to--
Dr. Verseci, I'm serious.
Look, I'm not going to be intimidated in my own surgery.
That waiting room there is full of people
with good, honest diseases.
I'll pay you.
Yes, I know, but--
[chuckles]
how can I?
I mean, everybody knows that, uh, you haven't got one.
Ah, I see you-- you have got one.
Well, when would you, uh,
like me to relieve you of your, uh, problem?
Now.
[thunder]
What are you waiting for? Get on with it.
Now what?
I told you, I don't want an anesthetic.
It's not an anesthetic.
So what is it then?
Look. One shot of this,
and it'll be almost as if you never had one.
Lasts for over a month.
Look, please don't make me cut it, all right?
Today I'm just not up to it.
What are you doing? Turn the other way.
I have to give the shot in front.
Front where?
Hold still.
I'm not just any amateur.
[screaming]
[moaning]
Ohh.
That fucking butcher.
He's given me some kind of infection.
Oh, Gnaghi,
I'm hovering between life and death.
[chuckles] Nyah?
Yeah, you're right.
I suppose I'm used to this condition.
[knocking]
If that's her, don't let her in.
Just tell her I'm not here.
I don't want her to see me like this.
[Woman] I must see Mr. Dellamorte.
Nyah!
Please, I've got to speak to him.
Is he in there? Nyah!
I'd give my life to be dead.
Gnaghi, it doesn't hurt anymore.
I think I'm better.
[chuckles]
Nyah.
When did that happen?
She was our nicest client.
Best always die first.
Nyah.
Where have you been?
I thought I'd go mad.
If you only knew what happened to me.
I must talk to you.
At least we're together.
Yes, my love.
I don't know how to say this,
but the mayor raped me.
No!
Wait. I liked it.
Well, not the violence, no,
but after that we did it again nicely
so that I'd forgive him,
and it was wonderful.
Understand?
This means I'm cured.
I don't have a phobia anymore.
I can't marry you now.
I'm going to marry him.
That doesn't mean anything though.
I mean, nothing's changed between us.
I still love you. You know that.
I just love you in a different way,
but you're important to me.
He knows, I mean about you and me.
Oh, he's a wonderful man.
He said he's happy we can be friends.
We can still see each other.
Nothing's changed.
Everything's just as it was.
Everything.
You look for death in the clear night.
You tell her you still love her,
that you are her slave but she's still your queen.
Death, death, death, the whore.
No, I don't do it for the fear
that I'd come back
just to experience the same fear again.
To be afraid.
Always to be afraid.
[footsteps]
Hi.
Is, uh, that white VW outside yours?
[chuckles]
Mm-hmm.
We're on foot.
Could you give us a lift?
It's not very far.
Go on.
I'm Magda.
And this is Laura.
How far is it?
[women giggling]
This is where we live
with another girlfriend.
Hmm? Mm-hmm.
Do you want to come up for a drink?
Oh, come on.
You're not afraid of two college girls, are you?
Hmm?
Make a wish.
I grant wishes.
I want you to fall in love with me.
But I'm already in love with you.
Haven't you noticed? Hmm.
[shivers]
Oh, it's cold in here.
Ooh.
If you'd like to wash, there's a sink there.
I didn't mean your face, silly.
I don't know whether I can do it.
I've been taking some medication.
Mm.
[sighs]
I don't think that medication is working.
Do you love me?
Yes.
If you stay all night.
All my life too.
Mm, come on.
Let's rest a bit.
What? Why?
You've cum three times already.
Twice.
Third one was faked.
[bottles rattle]
[Magda] Shh!
She's sleeping.
She's been studying all day.
She's got an exam tomorrow morning.
Just wanted--
just wanted to get some wine.
Sit down. I'll get you some.
Did Laura tell you you can pay me?
Pay you?
School's expensive, my friend.
I have to pay you?
We don't have a scholarship, you know.
Besides it's only 100,000 lira.
She told me she loved me.
That's 150.
She wants me to stay the night.
200.
Check all right?
It's money, isn't it?
Hurry, darling.
I'm cold. Come warm me up.
I need your warmth.
Come warm me up.
Coming, love.
Now you'll be warm forever.
Mmm.
[flicks lighter open]
[women screaming]
This time I'm really through with love.
[screaming continues, engine starts]
[birds chirping]
[chuckles]
I bet you'd like to know where I was
between 1:00 and 3:00 last night.
Ho, ho, ho, I know, I know.
Here we are.
Have no fear. I won't tell anybody about this check.
See, it's the reason I came here.
We're both worldly men, aren't we?
But this could be proof against--
Proof against whom?
We've already arrested the guilty party.
After setting fire to the apartment,
he went home, killed his wife and daughter,
then turned himself in.
He's at the hospital, the psychiatric ward.
[chuckles]
Somebody's stolen my crimes.
[Woman] Sir.
Excuse me.
This section is closed to the public.
I've come to see the killer.
Well, you can't go in there.
He's in a coma.
He drank a whole bottle of iodine.
I have to take his measurements.
Franco.
You looked a lot better the last time we talked on the phone.
[machine beeping]
[beeping]
Thief.
You're a thief.
You may have killed your wife and daughter.
Okay, I'll give you that.
But it was me who knocked off the three girls.
What are you doing stealing my murders?
What kind of fucking friend do you think you are?
I suppose you thought you were doing me a favor.
Put that out immediately!
Smoking is not allowed in here. Shut up.
He's in a coma. He doesn't even notice.
Shit.
What'd you say?
Everything's shit.
The only thing that's not shitty
is sleep.
What are you doing on the floor, Sister?
She's praying.
Friend of yours? Mm.
Look, he hasn't got any relatives,
and the coma he's in is irreversible.
Give me a signature and I'll pull the plug now.
Fuck off.
Here you go.
Open your mouth.
I won't let you die
'til you give me an explanation.
Why did you steal my murders?
Don't you think anything I do counts? Huh?
Oh, my God! What happened?
Killed each other.
It was a settling of scores.
Don't you believe me?
No. Tough.
No, no!
Sorry about that.
So-- So don't you have anything to say to your only friend?
Huh?
I...
I don't know you.
I don't know who you are.
Go away.
Go away!
Dellamorte, wait.
For God's sake, wait.
There's another maniac on the loose.
He's on the fourth floor killing people.
He already shot three.
You got a gun.
That's good. Now you can defend yourself.
Hey, take my advice and get the hell out of here quick!
[shouting] Straniero, it was me!
[bird shrieking]
[thunder]
You and I are both the same.
We kill out of indifference,
out of love sometimes.
But never out of hate.
Now I don't know who's dead or alive.
I'm sick of killing.
So I'm leaving the game, brother.
Dellamorte Dellamore bids you farewell
and is on his way.
Where to?
Better get out of here.
Even the statues are talking.
Where do you think you're going
if you haven't yet understood the difference between life and me.
[sighs]
Gnaghi, you're not bringing that.
Nyah!
That coffin is not coming with us.
[horn honks]
Nyah!
Yeah, I missed that one.
Don't worry, I'll get the next one.
Nyah! Oh, calm down.
I know every bump on this road.
There's one.
Look.
I've never been this far.
We made it, Gnaghi.
[laughs]
[Francesco] Who could have imagined this?
Wider than all the streets
of Buffalora put together.
It never seems to end.
Nyah.
Come on, Gnaghi.
Across this tunnel
is the rest of the world.
[snoring]
What do you think the rest of the world looks like, Gnaghi?
Can you imagine?
You're right.
It's beyond imagination.
Ooh!
I should have known it.
The rest of the world doesn't exist.
[groaning]
Gnaghi!
Gnaghi, you weren't hit that hard.
Come on.
Take you to the car now.
Gnaghi, why are you going on like this? You just got cut.
I'll take you to the car.
Come on. Come on.
Get up. Come on.
What? What?
Gnaghi.
Don't leave me alone now.
Gnaghi.
Oh, God!
Death, death, death
comes sweeping down.
Filthy death a leering cloud.
Death on wings, death by surprise,
veiling evil from worldly eyes.
Death that's born as life succumbs,
while death and love two kindred drums
beat the time 'til Judgment Day,
an actor in a passion play.
Without beginning, without end.
Evermore, Amen.
You were my best friend.
Didn't even realize it.
[groaning]
Could you take me home?
Please?
Nyah.
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