Stop.
If you have time, I'll tell you what happened.
I can only give you my first impression, but I don't think you're going to like it.
The woman died from drowning. There are no signs of forced entry...
Just a few marks, but why she was dragged out of the water...
... is for you to figure out.
As for our guy, he was killed with sharp instrument that's hard to identify...
The only thing we can be sure of is that it wasn't a knife.
We'll know after the autopsy.
The woman drowned. Are you sure?
I hope you're not trying to tell me how to do my job?
I don't know why she was dragged out of the water...
He's a strange killer. -A gentleman for sure...
He even called us. -I found this.
You didn't think drugs would be involved?
Looks like LSD. -Yes, it could be.
I want your report as soon as possible.
DePaul. I forgot...
The woman isn't wearing any underwear.
Too bad for her.
Inspector.
The judge is on his way.
Maestrini, do you think drugs could be the motive?
I'd say so. At first sight at least.
Yes, yes. But...
I don't understand why the killer drowned the woman...
And then fished her out.
Why don't you have a chat with that old man up there...
He looks like the curious type. He may have seen something.
I'm with the police. I'd like to ask you some questions.
Good morning. Come in.
Good morning, lady.
That's my sister. She doesn't talk.
This way.
You can sit down if you like. -No, thanks.
Well, what is this about? -It's about the two bodies by the canal.
Did you see anything? -I don't know anything...
The windows don't look out on to that part of the canal.
Have a look.
To tell you the truth, for a curious type... your resentment seems out of place.
Out of place! Watch what you say.
The fact that you're a policeman doesn't permit you to be rude...
Out! -I didn't mean to offend you...
So you're saying you didn't see anything? -I usually sleep at night.
It happened yesterday evening, shortly before dusk.
Then I was watching television. -Right.
'Police Station'
Good morning.
'Drugs'
Hi, Inspector. I'm shattered.
How did it go with the old man? -Great, he treated me like a dog.
Hello? -I hope you read the newspapers?
Good morning, chief. Tell me.
Two bodies with drugs don't create publicity...
We're at the height of the tourist season. I just got off the phone to Rome...
They want this guy and you're going to get him for me.
Don't worry, chief. We're working on it.
We're following a lead. -Great, keep me informed.
At your orders. The chief is in a hurry.
As always.
Maestri, what lead?
If you ask me he's stupid. -Who? The chief?
No, the old man. He lives in a dirty flat...
Paralytic to the hilt. He lives with his ugly sister...
And he collects trash. -That's too bad.
I agree.
Yes? -Hi...
What have you got for me? -Cocaine.
Just as I said. -There's more...
The woman had intercourse shorty before she died.
She didn't tell me. Her loss.
Yes, keep joking about it, but you're in trouble.
And you're a real friend, I always say it.
Count on it. I'll start crying soon.
Bye dad, and thank you. -Just doing my duty.
Cocaine. -Shall we tell the chief?
That's not all...
Our dear Flavia made love before she took a bath.
She was raped? -Doesn't look like it.
I'm going for lunch. -Maestri.
Tell me? -It's all about sex.
It could be the key to everything. -Are you thinking of a maniac?
I don't know. Maestri...
Pass me an egg.
Hello? -Whore, who's there with you?
It's you. -A man came to see you.
Listen, I haven't got time for your foolish games...
Especially now.
Who was it? -Sorry, you were saying?
Who was on the phone? -I don't understand?
Why do you care? -I'll decide that, who was it?
Nothing. A pest.
Will you please tell me why you're so nervous?
Do you think I am?
No, you...
Yes, you're mistaken. -Why deny the truth?
It's futile. No?
Excuse me, lnspector.
Calm down.
I can't believe they died like that.
For no reason. So horribly.
Hello? -Don't hang up on me...
I asked you a question. -Just leave me alone.
Don't be hysterical. Answer me.
Listen, if you don't stop I'll call the police.
Hello? You can talk to me.
Hello?
He hung up. Will you tell me what he wanted?
I told you, he's just a nuisance. We broke up recently.
He hasn't given me a moments peace...
He says he loves me, that he wants to live with me...
The usual stuff. - When did you leave him?
A month ago. Maybe more.
Have you ever thought about calling the police?
No, I was hoping he'd stop.
Good. It seems like the best solution.
So, Marcia, what was your relationship with the architect and his wife?
I was friends with Flavia. We practically grew up together...
I knew her family very well, but then...
We lost contact when I went to university.
Then she got married. You know how it is...
Your life changes. You meet new people.
We met occassionaly. That's what happened to me and Flavia.
She was a stubborn one.
We met here in Venice a year ago and we started seeing more of each other.
Fabio, her husband...
I didn't like him at first. But we got on.
we saw each other quite often, as friends do...
Cinema, restaurants, card games...
Weekends. The usual.
Did you know Fabio took drugs? -God, that's impossible.
The hard stuff. Very expensive...
Cocaine. -No, I can't believe it.
You really didn't notice anything? -No, no.
It's strange...
For such an intimate friendship. And his wife, Flavia?
Did she ever discuss her relationship with her husband?
I mean her sexual relationship?
What does that have to do with it? -You know what I mean.
I don't see what you're getting at Inspector?
Are you sure?
What would you say if we discovered pornographic photos in their apartment...
And instruments of particular sexual pleasure?
Marcia, why don't tell me what you know?
Very well. I'll tell you everything...
Fabio was very particular, in that sense...
Flavia told me that one day, while they were returning home...
Come on. Let's go in here.
Let's go behind there.
Fabio.
Goodnight.
Please don't do that again.
Didn't you like it? -It's not about that...
Don't you understand?
You're not going to get all stuck up after what we did together?
It's not that...
I felt like an exhibitionist today. Why?
You don't understand...
Sex needs to be continually renewed to stay alive.
Learn to free yourself, whatever the occassion.
Do you love me?
What's that got to do with it? You don't want to understand.
Stop.
Damn you.
Hello? It's Marcia. I've been looking for you all day...
I need to talk to you. It's important.
Are you ready to go out? -Yes, but wait...
Later. Don't waste time.
We'll meet at the usual bar. Don't keep me waiting.
You sound lively! -See you soon, goodbye.
Bye.
Attention, guys. She's about to leave.
Well, duty calls. I'll see you later.
Good morning, Brigadier.
Listen, bitch, there's no point hanging up on me...
Just you try and tell the police. You're mine, don't forget that.
What's wrong, whore?
I'm watching you day and night, you can't fool me.
As for that old deadbeat. I suggest you keep away from him.
I'm your man. I love you.
And you love me. I know.
You shouldn't even look at another man.
I told you before and I'll say it again...
You're mine forever.
"If you don't leave that depraved clique, I'll kill you."
Well? What's going on?
The police...
A detective came to see me. He questioned me.
Was he young? -Yes.
Did you catch his name? -No.
Inspector DePaul. -You know him?
Sure, I have a score to settle with him. But he'll never get me.
By the way, did you remember to destroy the negatives?
No. Should I have?
Idiot. You have to get rid of them.
Or give them to me if you prefer. -You're crazy.
Okay, I'll do as you say.
Listen, Marco. You have to help me...
I'm scared. -What else is there?
He turned up again. He keeps threatening me.
It's a real obssession. -Who? The student?
Get out here. He's a fool.
You don't know him. He's capable of anything.
Want some advice? Take some time off...
Get out of Venice. For a while at least.
You're a real danger in the state you're in.
She was right...
Sex is always the key to everything.
It seems like we have two bodies in this family portrait.
We know her name, Marcia.
There's also this ex-con. Marco Dezane...
We just need a name for this doll.
Looking at it like this the case doesn't seem like such a mystery.
I don't know. Something's not right.
No, I'm not convinced.
Which one of these three could have wanted to kill the married couple?
Let's go back to the drugs, if we want a motive.
Perhaps they were trying to deal and they killed them?
Well, to work. Look for the doll in the archives.
You never know.
Hi.
If you have the good will to invite me to breakfast...
I promise to tell you everything. -Take it, you joker...
How did the autopsy go? -Not bad at all.
Don't you think that's a bit macabre?
Out with it, what was the murder weapon?
The architect was stabbed with a large pair of scissors...
The kind used by tailors, or someone similar.
For better or worse.
Frankly, the case seems quite elementary, dear Maigret...
Round up all the tailors in Venice and we'll find the culprit.
Are you taking up photography? But...
Aren't they? -Yes, it's them.
Great result. -It would be...
... if we knew why the killer drowned Flavia...
And then dragged her body to the shore.
It's very...
Take it.
You scared me. Why were you hiding?
I was waiting. -Yes, but don't do that next time...
... or you'll give me such a fright. -Shall we go?
10,000. In advance.
Come on.
Let's try to make this quick.
Come on, get undressed.
Why do you wear those glasses? Can't you see?
Light irritates me. What's so strange?
Does getting undressed irritate you as well?
I prefer to do it standing up. Get up.
The killer could've come that way, inspector...
There are tracks.
Boss, she's the woman from the orgy.
Right. Now the doll has a name...
But now it's getting complicated. You don't kill someone over an orgy.
What connects the two killed in Giudecca and this prostitute?
Finally. Please do something...
I'm getting nervous. This case is driving me nuts.
Do you think it was the same killer? -You have to tell me that...
Use your brain, aside from being a doctor you're also a cop.
Okay, out of my way.
Hey...
I bet she was killed with a pair of scissors.
Quit hassling me. -You can't take a joke.
What do you have to say about this? -Don't drag this out, Inspector...
These things don't offend anyone. Perhaps they offend you?
Nothing offends me chasing guys like you.
Not even if they shot at me to frighten me.
I'm no moraliser but that orgy is scandalous to me...
... because your two friends took part in it...
The ones killed in Giudecca, and the prostitute you had hired.
Happy now?
I have sufficient motive to incriminate both ofyou...
... for these three crimes. Unless...
One of you decides to confess.
Why would I kill them? Over those photos?
Cut it out. You're just trying it on...
And not in a nice way.
Mind your tongue. -Okay, okay.
May I smoke? -You can smoke.
May I speak, inspector? -You can speak.
I was with Inness Amaz on the night of the murders...
You can check. -Naturally.
And this morning? -Same alibi, same person.
This may seem like a coincidence, but on the day of the murders...
When Flavia and her husband were killed...
I wasn't at home either. I went to see my mother...
I spent the night there. -I might have guessed.
I'm telling you the truth. -Okay, forget it.
What can you tell me about the drugs then?
You can't say you don't know anything about that.
It's a perfectly valid motive for someone like you.
You're trying it on again. -It was you.
You sold the drugs to Fabio, that's your dirty job.
You can't prove a thing. Do you know why?
Because I haven't sold drugs for long time.
Check out their alibis immediately.
Explain something to me, the boyfriend...
Where does he fit in? -I don't know.
Don't you see I'm blundering in the dark and relying on trial and error?
All I have is a voice recording and a threatening letter...
And your excellency at headquarters wants him arrested immediatately.
What's so strange? In that anonymous letter...
He sent her death threats.
If I remember correctly it mentioned a 'depraved clique'.
Yes, exactly, but this doesn't mean he murdered them.
It's a form of homicidal puritanism that conflicts with our reality...
Yes, maybe in America. I keep thinking about Fabio...
If we could only grasp his psychology...
I'm sure it's the key to everything. I feel it.
Alberto, I need your professional opinion...
How can we reconcile the cocaine with a neurotic?
What I mean is...
How can we establish a symbiosis between a pervert and drugs?
Don't exert yourself, understood?
I just don't see how studying Fabio's personaltiy...
Can help you catch his killer...
His wife's killer, and the person who killed the prostitute.
No, help me. You tell me.
From a clinical perspective, drugs don't necessarily make someone a pervert...
And vice-versa.
A pervert is paranoid about his strength...
And cocaine use can aleviate his latent paranoia.
In most cases, they use it like other drug addicts...
As an aid to find something they're missing...
A happiness they're lacking.
A drug addict is the prisoner of a dream...
And they can't distinguish fact from fiction...
They're immersed in another dimension.
What are you thinking about?
Give it to me.
What should I be thinking? I'm walking on quicksand.
I confess I can't tell fact from fiction anymore either.
Let go of me.
Pig. I don't want to.
Pig.
Listen, if we have to take into consideration sex maniacs...
All the husbands who share similar traits to their wives...
We'll have an Italy full of the mentally sick.
You think so?
Have you gone nuts?
Inspector, there's a lady here who wants to see you...
She says she knows something about the murders.
Where is she? -In there.
I'm Inspector DePaul. You wanted to see me?
Yes, my name's Flora. -It's a pleasure.
You're so young. -Right, have a seat.
I knew this woman...
I often saw her going into this guys house...
Excuse me. Do you have a light?
Sorry, I don't smoke. -Listen...
Neither do I. But we could talk about Flavia.
Nice.
The scissors are the most important part...
You could incriminate me. Reality often supercedes fantasy...
And, as an artist, naturally, I can't miss the opportunity.
Right. Listen, this scribble...
What does it mean? -Bruno Nielsen.
German origin? -My father was Danish.
Listen, I'm in a hurry. -Okay, don't get upset.
There's no reason to, believe me.
Shall we get to the point? -That depends on you.
From the start? -Possibly, if you don't mind?
Well...
I met Flavia by chance, on one of her trips to Venice...
She lived with her parents in Mestre at that time...
I started dating her. What we had...
It seemed to be working out.
Then Fabio showed up.
And she fell in love with him.
She decided to marry him from one day to the next.
And I was put aside. -But you still loved her.
That's right. -Were they happy?
No. I mean they were for a little while.
I understand. -No...
Fabio soon revealed his true nature. -Say it, he was depraved.
How do you know? -You're forgetting I'm a cop.
Great.
He forced her to do absurd things, this is why she came to me.
Flavia told me everything.
I was someone she could confide in, but nothing more.
I can't take it anymore, Bruno...
He always invents something new. He's crazy.
You can't fight it. Leave him.
I can't, I love him.
Flavia...
I'll kill him if you want? -Bruno.
Quite a compromising statement. Don't you agree?
I would've done it. I swear.
Mr Nielsen, it's not wise to offer yourself up as the killer.
Please, continue.
She was shaken up.
I told you I don't feel like it. -Please, just this once.
Come on, honey. -I'm tired.
You'll do it.
Go on.
Good morning. -Come in.
May I?
Come in, give me hand.
Will you pass me the things, please.
How old are you? -17.
You know you're already a man.
Please go now. I have things to do.
Good day.
You're a fool.
Hello? -Don't tell me you were asleep.
I don't understand you anymore. -What time is it?
Ten, dear. -I took some sleeping pills...
What do you want? -I need to talk to you.
Let's talk tomorrow. -It's important...
It's about our conversation today. -The Inspector?
Shut up. I'll be there in five minutes.
Get out of bed and have a strong coffee.
I want you awake. -Now they fuck.
Lucky him.
You're not in a good mood. -Listen, Marco...
I'm not feeling so good, tell me what this is about and go...
I just want to sleep.
Want a coffee? -No, I prefer something stronger.
Well? -You need to be careful.
Of what?
Of everything.
Everything you say and do. I'm sure the police are watching you.
I have nothing to be afraid of, just think about yourself.
That's what I'm doing. -You're a dirty selfish person...
I could ruin you if I wanted to.
watch your tongue. -Coward.
You need to show me more respect. -Let go of me.
I told you to let go of me.
Don't you like my carreses?
Come here.
Slut.
You like it.
Enjoy it.
Hello, Marco.
Who are you? -Marcia's friend.
What do you want from me? -This.
What are you doing?
Stop or I'll shoot.
What do you think? Settling an old score?
No, he can't be a professional. -Then it was the boyfriend?
It's possible. Actually, evidently so...
He left his calling card. A 7-65...
These things haven't been in fashion for a while.
He also let himself be injured, the guard found blood on the floor...
No, I don't think he's a killer. Have it examined by forensics...
... and see if you can trace the owner.
Okay.
One moment.
I'm coming.
Tramp.
Damn you. -Let go of me.
Tramp. You're a dirty slut.
Where are you going? Come here.
Stay where you are.
Open it.
Damn you.
My love. I did warn you.
I had to do it.
I have to do it. It's for your own good.
She never changes the calendar.
What a mess.
Poor thing. An atrocious way to go.
What time did she die? -Between four and five.
It's unbelievable. He's relenteless...
He killed Marco last night, and he gets shot...
Tonight he kills Marcia in this horrible way...
It's absurd. -You don't have anymore doubts?
You think it was her boyfriend? -I can't think anymore...
Now I'm saying it.
The only thing I still don't understand...
.. is why, after drowning Flavia...
He pulled her body to the side of the canal.
I swear this illogical perculiarity will drive me nuts.
You're forgetting we're dealing with a homicidal maniac...
A schizophrenic, you can't pretend there's any logic to this.
I want to go deeper. Forget the scientific diagnosis...
Of the five crimes, the first two don't convince me.
Inspector.
Maestrini. What's the latest?
We didn't find any fingerprints on the pistol...
But we have the name and address of the owner...
It was purchased here in Venice, about a week ago.
And who is it? -Andrea Carone.
Twenty five years old. Philosophy student.
It could be him.
Can I help you? -Open up.
Police.
We have a warrant, don'tworry.
What do you want? -What happened to your hand?
I hurt myself with a can opener. -Yes?
Let's have a look.
A can opener, right? That's a gun shot wound.
Berreta, caliber 9...
Used by the armed forces, the police...
... and many night-patrolmen.
Like the one who shot at you last night...
Mr Carone.
So you don't know, you weren't there...
And you have nothing to say. I'm telling you for the last time...
You should ask for a lawyer. -No.
You're stubborn. As you wish.
Why don't you tell me everything? -You're the cop...
I have nothing to say to you.
Very well. Around three months ago...
You met a writer, her name's Marcia...
She's older than you.
And you fall for her.
You're lovers for a while...
But it's not working out.
And she decides to split.
She's had enough of you, and from that day...
You start intimaditing her with phone calls...
Even anonymous letters...
Death threats. Recognise this?
No. -Read it...
"If you if you don't leave that depraved clique, I'll kill you"...
You signed it with an 'A', your name is Andrea...
Andrea Carron. -This doesn't mean a thing.
Let's continue...
During your persistent stalking...
You find out Marcia is taking part in orgies...
All this is happening to the woman you love...
You start by killing Fabio and his wife, Flavia.
You take them by surprise by the canal in Giudecca...
Then you killed the prostitute.
Yesterday evening, lying in wait near Marcia's home...
You catch her making love to Marco...
Probably in a way that made you think he was her man.
So, when Marco left, around midnight...
You followed him and hid in his garden...
First, you unloaded the pistol you bought a little earlier...
Then you poured petrol over his body and set it alight...
Then you killed Marcia.
Where are the scissors you used to kill Fabio and the prostitute?
Where are they?
Tell me.
Where are they? -You're crazy...
You're crazy.
For once you have to recognise that science has helped the police...
They were hidden in a large wardrobe. They're all yours.
Still want to deny it? Just admit it.
We were in love. You don't understand.
I loved her. And she loved me.
Then she became all dirty. All horrible.
It's true, I was jealous of that dirty drug dealer...
Because Marcia refused to leave him. I was jealous of a prostitute...
I was jealous of everyone, anyone who touched her.
And I killed all three of them.
I don't know anything about the architect...
Someone else deprived me of the pleasure of killing him.
No, you're lying. -Why should I?
Why? Three murders or five...
What difference does it make?
I think he's right this time. -Yes, I agree.
The kid will still get a life sentence...
But we've got to get back to work...
Of the four suspects we had, two are dead...
One of them is in prison, and the fourth...
That comic book artist, isn't giving us anything.
Bruno Nielsen. Perhaps we under estimated him?
Come in.
Thanks.
Right...
We only have one option... -What? Drink coffee?
No...
Bet on the fourth. Bruno Nielsen.
We should pay him a visit.
He has a habit of working from home all day...
And going to his editorial office at four.
What time is it? -4:30.
We'll go there right away.
Mr. Nielsen. Good evening.
Good evening, Inspector.
What does this mean? -I don't know.
After you've offered us something to drink...
You'll tell us what that tool is doing in you house?
Willingly, as far as the whisky is concerned, but...
... I can't help you with this tool.
Please don't pretend not to understand, Mr. Nielsen.
You know Fabio was killed with a pair of scissors identical to those.
How amusing.
You know I'd forgotten.
What?
That Fabio was killed with an ordinary pair of scissors.
I hope you don't suspect me? I've had them for years.
I use them to cut card and sheets of paper for my designs.
I don't believe there's anything wrong with that.
And you? -No, thanks.
I'm very sorry Mr. Nielsen but I have to arrest you.
You move fast. -Show him the warrant.
Very well.
As you wish.
I'll tell you what I know...
But I assure you those scissors aren't the murder weapon.
I'm all ears. -Good.
It's not much...
But I hope it will be useful to you.
Flavia called me on the day of the murders...
There was an air of truce.
He hadn't subjected her to any more shocking experiences...
They'd decided to renovate the apartment...
They went out to buy some new curtains...
So they even bought the necessary tools...
Including a pair of scissors.
She was surprised Fabio had asked her to go shopping...
... in such an unusual place like the Giudecca.
Flavia thought his strange behaviour was attributed...
... to the fact that her husband, as an architect...
... wanted to go to old shops to choose original pieces...
... for the new furnishings. You're not saying anything?
You want me to believe the scissors used to kill Fabio...
... were purchased by the very same victim?
I'm not suggesting anything, I only told you what I know.
I'm sorry, Mr. Nielsen, but what you've told me...
... doesn't alter your position.
You're the only suspect and you even have the scissors.
In the end, by your own admission...
You hated Fabio.
And you told Flavia you were prepared to kill him.
But there's something I don't get. Why kill her as well?
I knew policemen had fervent imaginations...
But not like this. -I hope for your sake...
The judges have a less fervent imagination than me.
You're under arrest, Mr. Nielsen.
You may not believe it but I was expecting you.
Yes? Really?
Yes.
You don't look very happy, how is the investigation?
It finished an hour ago. But let me tell you...
I'm not convinced. Believe me.
You're a smart man. -What does that mean?
I mean I'm certain there's a piece missing from your mosaic..
A decisive event will close the investigation...
That no one else knows.
An event no one else saw.
Why didn't you tell the Brigadier? -Don't interrrupt, listen...
There was a storm brewing between them...
He wanted her to do something and she refused to do it.
Don't be so childish. -Go away.
You have to do it. -No.
Please, my love.
Do it for me. -And me?
Don't you understand what you're asking me to do?
Just this once. It's too important...
Try to understand me. -You always say that.
Every time. I can't take it anymore.
I love you. I only want a normal life.
You're sick. You need help.
It's a mental illness, Fabio. Don't try and hide it with words.
It's difficult research. Painful, yes...
But it's intelligent, liberating, noble.
It's not for everyone. -But your research...
... it involves me.
Relax, honey.
Okay, I'll see a doctor.
Do you mean that?
PIease say that again. -I promise.
I can't guarantee the doctor will help. -Okay, but you'll try.
Sure.
Now...
It's your turn.
How much? -10,000.
Let's go.
You first, or your friend? -Don't worry...
You'll enjoy it.
Stay still. -Not like that.
Undress her. -What are you doing?
Let go of me. -Stay still.
I don't want to.
Cowards.
I said I don't want to.
Let go of me.
Put her down. Help me.
Stop.
Come on.
Bye.
Come on, let's go.
Good luck, Inspector. -Thanks, I'll need it.
We're back to square one. I need to find those dock workers...
It won't be easy. -Do you think so?
I watch them pass by everyday.
They work just 300 metres from here...
It won't be hard to find them.
We didn't kill them. -Why didn't you intervene?
Why didn't you report it? -We were scared...
We didn't know might happen? -I'll tell you...
I'll throw you both in jail, and in the meantime...
You have to tell me everything...
Down to the smallest detail. -Okay...
I left my cigarettes behind so we went back to look for them.
Don't be like this.
It wasn't so bad, you expected one and two came along...
Interesting, isn't it? I want you.
You're mine. -You're crazy.
You like it. -You're crazy.
I hate you.
Bastard.
I'll kill you.
Flavia.
Stop.
My love.
Subtitled by Merlin December 2009