DEEP RED
[Start speaking Italian:]
Great!
Really, that's good. Very good.
Maybe a bit 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 brothels...
[Stop speaking Italian]
...and this phenomenon, as the latest studies confirm,
is not limited to superior species
but includes vertebrates and invertebrates as well.
Butterflies,
termites, zebras,
all these animals, and many many others,
use telepathy to transmit orders and relay information.
This is a proven fact that can easily be demonstrated.
For instance, if we put a butterfly in a cage, within a few hours,
it will be able to gather many other butterflies around it
which will quickly swarm in, in answer to its call,
even covering a distance of several miles. This is telepathy.
The faculty comes naturally to the newborn in the early stages of life
but they lose it as they acquire means of verbal communication.
On the other hand, certain rare individuals,
for reasons as yet unknown to us, do not lose this inborn factor.
One such exception is Mrs Helga Ulmann from Lithuania.
who's been living in this country for the past few months.
This lady has extraordinary powers of telepathic.
And an natural disposition for paranormal phenomena that is truly astonished.
Mrs. Ulmann.
I would like to point out immediately...
that my faculties have nothing whatsoever to do with magic,
the esoteric or for-telling the future.
I can see things the very moment they occur...
but nothing of what is to come.
I can feel thoughts the very instant they are formed.
And even much later,
...if the sources are very strong.
...for they linger about the room...
...like cobwebs.
You, sir.
Yes you, in the third row, you had your right hand in your pocket.
And you're clutching a bunch of keys.
Four keys, one of them very long.
It's true. Look, they're right here!
Your name is Pietro...
Pietro...
Excuse me for pronounce it badly... Valgoi?
Yes, Valgoi, that's right.
Mr. Valgoi, excuse me. I would like to ask you something.
Do you know Mrs Ulmann by any chance?
- No. - Is it possible you could have met her before?
Or can you think of any other ways Mrs. Ulmann could have known your name?
No. How could she? I live in Bologna. I only arrived in Rome three hours ago!
No, it's impossible.
Good, thank you, sir.
No, no!
Out! Out! No!
I'm sorry.
Excuse me.
There is something...
...someone.
No, I don't know what it is. Forgive me. I'm sorry.
Helga?
It was, I can't explain.
Something strange and sharp,
...like a prick of a sword.
It upsets me.
Please forgive me, but it's all right now, thank you.
I can feel.
Death in this room.
I feel a presence.
The twist in mind... Sending me sword...
A sort of... murder sword.
Go away!
Mrs. Ulmann. Here!
You...
...have killed
and you will kill again!
There a child singing.
In that house,
...death,
...blood.
All blood!
Ahh!
I'm scared, I'm scared!
Helga Ulmann, everything all right! It's all right!
We must... hide everything,
...everything in the house, back the way it was.
No one must know, no one! No one!
Forget it. Forget it. Forget it....
...forever... forever.
You're sick?
Anything I can do for you? You want me to get some help?
It was all so clear, so frightenly clear.
Like a thorn piercing my brain.
I heard all those twisted thoughts,
cruel and yet childish at the same time.
How odd. Before, in front of the audience,
I couldn't express all the sensations that flooded my mind,
but at home I want to write it all down.
I'll let you have it tomorrow.
You may use it as you see fit.
Because, you see, now...
I also know who that person is.
What is it?
- What's the matter? - No, it's nothing.
Those evil thoughts, they must have stagnated in here.
Just now, they come to me again.
I'm sorry. It seems a suffer to me. I don't understand.
[Start speaking Italian:]
I really need some rest.
I'm feeling very tired.
Shouldn't we talk about that right away?
Yeah. I'd like this article to be published while I'm still in Italy.
Yes, I am alone.
Yes, I am a bit jumpy, but don't worry.
We'll talk again tomorrow?
[Stop speaking Italian]
Hinno, Marc!
Hinno?
What that person means?
A client told me a while ago in the bar.
He said it's a Tahitian word.
Or was it Madagascar?
Excuse!
I'm so damn drunk, I can't even remember!
Anyway, it means...
alla salute, cheers, à votre santé, skåI!
Listen, Carlo, when I was in America I met a lot of people like you.
You go on the way you are, and you won't last very long.
Who says I want to last?
You're just swallowing self-pity.
Uhm.
Self-pity my ass!
Listen,
...as long as I'm drunk...
...I'm as happy as a lark!
And I play better too! Yeah.
For me the piano is a beautiful woman,
...and I just love to tickle her badly.
Cut it out!
Speaking of pianos, my half hour of fresh air is up.
Self respect to the old grand, you know.
I don't croon me for aging voices.
Yeah, come on, up! Up!
- You know what? - What?
The difference between you and me is purely political.
You see, we both play good piano, right?
But I am the proletarian of the keyboard,
...and you're the bourgeois.
You play for art... and enjoy it.
I play for a survival.
It's not the same thing.
My, my, my! We are expanding our philosophies this evening, aren't we?
Yeah, I just thought of it. I'm done because I'm drunk, I expand into a genius.
What was that?
A scream, I'd say.
Maybe somebody's getting raped.
I drink to you, raped virgin!
Bye, Marc.
- Bye. - You take care of yourself, okay?
Five blowns, three wounds.
Apparently from a hatchet or a butcher's cleaver.
[Start speaking Italian:]
The victim seems to be about 35 to 40 years old.
She has abrasions and cuts all over her body.
So, you're a foreigner, then?
Yes, I was born in London
but I lived in America for several years before coming here.
And what are you doing in Italy?
I'm 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 a job, right?
- I told you, I'm a pianist. - Yeah, sure.
So, then, that's your only job.
Playing an instrument isn't a job? What is it, a joke?
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. [Stop speaking Italian]
Okay, so I get now a couple of shots on the window.
Please xerox what remain on the floor.
Very strange, huh?
Yes.
Let me ask you something. Did you move anything,
or change something around, or take anything away from here?
You're crazy! We're very careful not to move a thing.
Why? Is something wrong?
No. No. I mean just a little impression, maybe.
- Sorry, are you going to ask? - No, the victim.
Here, please!
Did you know her?
I have already told you, I live upstairs. Her name was Helga Ulmann.
- Captain? - Uh, yeah.
- All right. Brown raincoat. - Thank you.
Lets hear more about the murderer's raincoat. Huh?
Just wait a minute. I didn't say the murderer was wearing it.
All I said was that I saw a man with a brown raincoat...
- ...walking away from the building. - Oh.
Good evening. Hi, everybody!
No, no, no. Get lost! You can't come in here.
Why not? With a crime like this, the first thing you do is call the press.
Get your hands off me! I told you, you can't come in here!
This is a complex investigation.
- Look who's here. Gianna Brezzi. - Yes, Captain.
- Okay, who told you about this? - I have my own sources.
As it happened, the victim was rather famous around here.
In fact, I was listening to one of her lectures this very afternoon.
What was she into, anyhow, huh?
She was a... a kind of magician.
She could read people's thoughts.
Read people' thoughts, huh?
You! I bet you're the eyewitness. The man who who saw the whole thing.
Fabbroni, you hid me a guard in here. I want to check something else.
- And go see what happened to the car next. - Right, Captain.
[Start speaking Italian:]
Why must I go to the police station? I told you everything I know!
Your statement has to be typed up officially.
You know how it is with bureaucracy.
All your details are needed: 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.
[Stop speaking Italian]
Mmm, You want to come back to my place with coffee or...?
No thanks. Thanks anyway.
It is like... right now I think I get to go home.
See you.
- Carlo? Carlo? - Huh?
Did you see a man coming toward the fountain?
A man?
Yeah, a man in a brown raincoat.
The man be the murderer, I don't know.
Uh...
Yes, I saw him for a second from the back.
If something else is funny, you know. It's very strange...
and I don't even know if it's true or not.
but when I went into her apartment first,
I thought I saw a painting.
And then a few minutes later it was gone.
Now, how could that be?
Maybe the painting... was made to disappear
because it represented something important.
- Sorry? What? - Something important!
No, I don't think so.
If I remember well, it was some sort of composition of faces.
It was very unusual.
Maybe you've seen something so important that you don't realise.
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...
...where you can no longer distinguish one flavour from another.
But I'm telling you the truth!
No, Marc. You think you're telling the truth,
but in fact you're only telling your version of the truth.
It happens to me all the time.
You see him, the one in the mass, that's Giordani.
He's a professor in psychiatry, but he's also mad about parapsychology.
He's more than friend, he practically kept her.
The man with the glasses is Mario Bardi.
He's quite an excellent paranomal phenomena,
...and he's supposed to be a clairvoyant, too.
He was also a good friend of poor Helga.
Let's go.
Ah, yes! By the way, I wanted to thank you.
You always nice to let the murderer knows who you are!
Oh. That's okay!
You may not believe me, but I don't have a steady boyfriend right now.
- Me neither. - I should hope not!
- I meant a girlfriend! - That's why you're always so jumpy.
Me jumpy? Oh, please! I'm not jumpy at all.
Yeah, right. Stop fidgeting!
And your hands are shaking. Tell me, what's going on?
How many times must I tell you, I'm an artist?
In case you've forgotten, we artists are very sensitive people.
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 how to stop your jumpiness.
What? Here at the cemetery? Are you crazy?
I have other things on my mind. Do you understand?
- Sure, you're scared senseless. - I'm not scared!
Right. You're almost shitting yourself.
And it's all my fault.
I'd like to see him. I'm curious to see him face to face.
You'd be better off returning to England.
I actually decided to stay.
- You just decided? - Yes, maybe.
Anyway, I need to concentrate. I must try to remember.
I'm sure I saw something important that night
but I can't remember what exactly!
Are you driving?
Oh, no, no, no! I'm going to get in this side.
Not perfect into her. Oh, sorry!
Long live Italy!
Oh, I just have warned you about this seat.
- I'm sorry. Are you uncomfortable? - No.
Listen. Why don't you get me your help on this crime story?
If you could give me a hand on this scoop,
...then maybe I can pull myself out of the human pollution.
Are you interested, heh?
- What have you done? - What do you mean?
- You didn't lock the door, do you? Oh, no! - Why, shouldn't I have?
Her lock jams. We'll need a mechanic to open it.
Oh, shit!
The car's not exactly new, you know?
- Just drive fast, will you? - Why?
I suffer a little from claustrophobia.
Okay.
I don't know that one.
[Start speaking Italian]
Tell me, Enrico, why do Australian boomerang sellers go bankrupt?
Because the goods are always returned!
Funny, don't you think?
- Is Carlo not in yet? - He never shows up before 10:00.
Can you tell him I was looking for him? I need to speak to him urgently. [Stop speaking Italian]
We hide everything. Everything in the house.
No... one must ever know.
We must forget.
We must forget everything.
Forever.
Forever. That's all.
Oh, yes. She pointed to the stall there, to the middle of the sixth or seventh row.
And you can't remember the face of the people sitting there?
No, I'm sorry.
There were lights on us and the audience was just too blur.
I must say, I do seem to recall, while Helga was speaking,
I noticed some kind of movement...
in the sixth or seventh or maybe the eighth row.
- I can't say exactly. - What kind of movement?
What, please?
I said, what kind of movement?
I think someone stood up and left the seat,
but of course it was just an impression,
...as our trend all that I already told you.
But I worry about that all.
You see? You're not nervous any more.
You can even button your shirt without your hands shaking.
Look, why do you keep on with this nervous bit?
It's in my nature. It's my artistic temperament.
What made you decide to be a pianist?
Well, my psychiatrist would say that it's because I hated my father...
...because I-- When I bang the keys, I'm really bashing his teeth.
Actually, it's because I love music.
What about you? Why did you decide to become a journalist?
Because I like working.
I think a woman has to be independent who should be--
Oh, don't start with me about all that woman stuff!
It is the fundamental fact...
Men are super to a woman.
Women are weaker... and gentler.
- They're what? Weaker? - Yes.
Gentler?
- What are you doing? - Come on. You want to try me.
- What's that? - Indian wrestling.
Come on. Then we'll see who's the weaker!
- Don't be ridiculous! - You're backing out?
That was a total cheat. You go off me completely, of couse!
You asked me to the game, you must be stick to the rules.
Uh-huh. You too!
I mean you want to do it, we might suppsose to do it properly. I mean do it.
You want to do it?
You want to do it properly without actual cheating? - Yes.
- Are you sure? - Yes!
All right.
Both elbows on the table are directly straight, okay?
- Absolutely on the table. - I know the rules!
- And don't start till I say ready. - Okay.
One. Wait, wait, wait....
One...
...two...
...three...
Go!
That was an absolute elbrow off the table!
A total cheat! Was just--
- All right, all right! - But not even ridiculous you are.
You are a big strong male! I give up.
So, what do you say we're going now?
Go where? We are not going anywhere.
If anyone is going anywhere, I'm going by myself.
Oh, yeah, where?
I'm off to see a friend, that's where. I have things to do.
You know, I can't stand here all day playing stupid plotty game!
I'm pulling out an important list, and don't ask me what it is...
...because I am not about to tell you.
But listen, don't be angry now. I can go with you, can't I? - No.
- But listen, we started this together, no? - No.
It seems there is something you just can do seriously with liberated woman.
So, I'm going on my own.
Listen, have it your own way, stupid!
I'll do my own investigation, and we'll see who comes out on top.
What's that? Another game of Indian wrestling?
Yeah, anyway.
Okay, so when do I see you again?
Never!
Oh, really?
How about later tonight?
- When can you be back? - I don't know.
[ Start speaking Intalian]
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.
All right.
Bye.
Tell me the truth.
Do you find me so unattractive?
No.
So, what's wrong, then? My scent? What?
Nothing at all, why?
Oh, nothing. I was just wondering. [End speaking Italian]
Yes?
Uh, yes, I'm, uh... Marc Daly. I'm a friend of Carlo's.
Oh, please, won't you come in? I know who you are.
Carlo told me all about you, you're an engineer.
No. No, I'm a pianist. I teach at the conservatory.
A pianist? Oh, come in. Won't you come in.
Now, what can I offer you? Coffee, a drink of something?
No, thank you, no. I-- I actually come to see Carlo.
He wasn't at the bar, he was, uh--
It wasn't a cue, was it? Would this-- Oh!
It's Coca Cola! I'll just want to make you some coffee, I won't intermit--
No, no, no, no. Really, I don't want to drink, I want to talk to Carlo.
Oh, so that's no trouble. Carlo! Carlo!
Oh, I can't think today.
My boy's going out. He told me he just going out and I forgot.
But come here, Marc. Come and talk to me.
Just sit here. Well, now,
...tell me something about yourself. Do you like engineering?
- No. I'm a pianist. - And I'm an actress.
Oh, I mean I was an actress. That's me in all those photos.
All right, so many good parts.
- You like them? - Yes, I-- I just wish I'd had the opportunity to--
- ...to see you. - That's the thing in the past.
When I first knew Carlo's father, of course, Carlo wasn't born, then.
He made me give up acting, I dumped my career.
Now, it's all gone.
It's just those photos.
Must have the water on the bridge!
I consult myself I play the piano.
- You play the piano, really? - I-- I'm a pianist.
Oh, what a magnificent combination! An-- an engineer piece!
Listen, could we play a duet?
No, really! Unfortunately I just don't have time.
But, I would very much like to speak to Carlo. It's very urgent.
Do you know where he is?
Oh, yes, of course. He wrote it down for me.
He said the house's so good. Someone called Massimo Ricci.
I'm... sorry.
Mmm.
I'm looking for Carlo.
His mother gave me this address. Is he here?
Yes, yes. Come in.
Thank you.
You don't know how ill he's been. I wish I knew what's come over him.
He's in the bad way.
[Start speaking Intalian]
See. He's been like this for over an hour.
He started drinking, as usual.
Maybe more than usual. Then he started talking nonsense. [Stop speaking Italian]
Oh!
Look who's here.
You caught me red-handed, huh?
Good old Carlo.
He's not only a drunk but a faggot as well.
- Surprise! Surprise! - Come on. Come on. Put yourself together.
[start speaking Italian] I don't give a damn about your preferences!
But I already told you, you won't last long if you drink so 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 will do you good.
Then I'll take you out for some fresh air. [Stop speaking Italian]
I love that guy. But he's such as downer.
He drink and drink.
And then he started talking a lot of nonsense. I think he's really cracking up.
He said he wanted make love, and then he wanted to go away.
Then he wanted to sleep.
He kept getting worse.
And then he started to screaming. I was about to call a doctor.
I'll make some coffee.
No, it's late already.
I get to go, or I'll be thrown out of the Blue Bar for good.
Are you coming with me?
Yes.
Bye.
Sorry... for what happened before.
Don't be silly. Call me, huh?
Goodbye.
- Why did you come looking for me? - I wanted to ask you something.
You remember the other night, the night of the murder? - Yeah.
Well, I said I thought I saw a painting.
But a few minutes later it was gone, remember?
- Vaguely. - Do you have a light?
No.
You said that maybe the painting represented something important.
Then you said a lot of things about memory and truth.
A lot of things I didn't really understand at the time.
Yeah.
I remember, but... for God's sake you ask me now...
...what's going out I try to get a cry.
Remember about every ten words after I drunk like that, you know.
Hey. Hey, listen to me, Marc.
Why? Why don't you just pack up and clear out?
What are you doing messing with this business anyway?
Can you see the guy crazy? A maniac?
Anyone who committed a crime like that...
...sick.
Shit. I'm...
...fascinated by the whole speaking, the morbid, morbid type of ways.
Listen. Just listen to this. Listen to me.
That painting was definitely there. I did not invent that. - Uh!
And maybe that's something important.
So now... it's become a kind of challenge with my memory.
- A challenge. - A challenge.
A challenge to myself. And I always... loose.
But then on that you...
I mean, have I ever get the gut... to do what you're trying to do?
And I'm end up getting murdered yourself!
...the rest of the kidnap was eminent.
In another report from police Headquater,
...there's still no further news...
...on the murder of German mind reader, Helga Ulmann.
Police are concentrating their investigation...
...on a person who was seen leaving the scene of the crime...
...by an English chairman, tenants of another apartment in the same building.
According to one newspaper report,
It's important to eyewitness can identify the mysterious night visitor.
[Start speaking Italian:]
Carlo should be careful.
If they find out he's a good pianist, they'll get rid of him for sure!
[Stop speaking Italian]
I don't know who you are, but... you gotta help me!
- Marc? It's me, Gianna! - Gianna!
- It's time you over shake. - Hello?
- I'll kill you when you leave, sooner or later. - Hello?
Hello? Marc?
Hello?
- What is it? Hello? Hello? - Listen, Gianna! Gianna!
There's somebody in the house. He's just... absolutely trying to kill me, you know?
- You want me to call the police? Hello? - Wait a second.
Hello?
No doubt about it. That's the same song I heard last night.
And if I remember correctly,
...you told me that Helga has said she heard the child singing in that same theater.
That's right, and this song may well be the light motive of the crimes.
You see, we're starting from what I presume to be the correct supposition.
The murderer is a schizophrenic paranoid.
Anyone who kills with such a frenzy...
...surely does so in a state of temporary madness.
Well, then, in everyday life, this person could appear quite normal.
As normal as you are or anyone else.
And when he kills, he must recreate these specific conditions...
which trigger the release of all his madness.
[In Italian:] A particular time and day of the week, even clothing.
Something that recreates the same images
that frame a context that provoked trauma in the past. [Stop speaking Italian]
So, I'd like to add something much less scientific...
...to this business about children's song.
You still recall, Helga also mentioned a house.
...at where there's a child singing.
And, well, I remember having read a strange book, quite some time ago.
Some folklore, I think the title was "The Modern Ghost and the Black Legends of Today".
The author spoke of a haunted house...
...from which the neighbors could sometimes hear singing, like that of a child.
The book implied an act of bloodshed was once committed in that house.
Bardi, you have that book?
Oh, no. But If you want to find it, you might try the librarian folklore.
The Modern Ghost and the Black Legends of Today
"THE HOUSE OF THE SCREAMING CHILD
"In a house near Rome, a strange thing happened.
"One night, a hunter woke before dawn
"and heard a child singing in a high shrill voice.
"Soon after, the voice stopped and he heard screaming and weeping. "
No, nothing.
Nothing except the one that Bardi told me. No name, no address.
So, what are you going to do?
I'd like to contact the author.
Would you write down her name? Her name is Amanda Righetti.
Wait!
Hell! What the hell do you do that for? Putting the flooding machine next to here?
- What's the matter? - Nothing, listen.
Will you try to find out for me? The name is Righetti.
She should know where this house is.
She probably got the other information, too.
Look, I'll call you back. I'll call-- I will call you back.
- I can't hear. - The address!
Look. Can't you just leave that alone for Christ sake?
- Thank you too much. - Oh, you don't feel so well, Miss Amanda.
I don't know. I guess I don't understand. They don't just keep using it.
Play with, though. Play with the washing machine, the television, even have own voices.
Oh, it's like having a madman around the house!
Thanks.
- Well, good bye. - See you tomorrow.
Elvira!
The house.
The ghost of the house.
[Start speaking Italian:]
You have two choices. You can either flee to Lebanon, quickly...
Or I can try to find out what's going on as soon as possible.
How long will the police take to find me?
Did you take a taxi to Amanda's?
No, a rental car. Why haven't you fixed this seat?
- I feel silly sitting so low down! - I forgot. Sorry.
They'll find you by your fingerprints.
I bet you left them all over the house, right?
It would take another Florence flood
to wipe them clean!
Say they find the body tomorrow morning.
They'll check the prints against the usual suspects.
It'll take them a while to connect both murders,
but in the end they'll be after you.
You only have a couple of days. It's not long.
No, it's not. But first, I have to find this.
What a nice house. It looks strange. Do you know where it is?
I wouldn't have to look for it if I knew!
- So, what are you going to do? - I'm not telling you.
It seems like everything here has ears.
How could the killer know I was coming here?
I have no idea.
One thing's for sure. I'm not telling anyone my next move.
This is so unbelievable! You're so nice!
Hey, darling, I hope you don't think that I'm...
Listen, I'm doing this to protect you, to keep you out of danger.
- I promise, as soon as I... - Blah, blah, blah!
I swear, as soon as I discover something, I'll tell you.
Why don't we stop this stupid childish competition?
We should be working together.
You know, two brains are better than one.
Just where do you women keep your brains?
Let's be honest. Women have brute force,
you beat us at arm wrestling, but men have the monopoly on intelligence.
- Have I made myself clear? - Yes, very clear.
At last.
A little drink?
I have Anisette,
Sambuca, Caffè Borghetti.
Don't you have anything less sickly?
Whisky? Cognac?
Yes, that's better.
We'd be more comfortable at my place, don't you think?
Maybe, but we're fine here.
Yes, but I think it would be better at my place.
OK, let's go.
Who do you think you are, idiot?
I've never met a man as arrogant as you!
You must have been spoilt rotten by women!
Anyway, it's because I don't have a boyfriend right now. That's all!
You've got such a big head.
- Oh, damn. - What's wrong?
Guess.
[Stop speaking Italian]
Yeah, sure.
It's dracaena Indiava arts. That's what it is.
You won't find it here. Grows grows in the Canaries Island.
It's highly delicate. It suffers if exposed to cold.
I don't believe anyone imported it. You'll find it's just too hard to get rooted.
- No, sir, never handled it myself. - Well, thank you.
No, never.
- Yes. - Are you sure?
Absolutely. But it was a long time ago.
I remember because we had it special ordered about a dozen from the Canaries Island.
Unfortunately, most of them died in the first couple of years. The climate isn't humid enough for them.
In fact, It was so unsuccessful. That was the last time I tried it.
...if you could tell me the order, I guess I can look up the old invoices.
Why do you want to know?
I'm an architect. I'm making some... environmental study.
Well, let's see what we can find.
[Start speaking Italian:]
Where's my bottle? Spit out my bottle, for Christ's sake! Damn you.
Captain, finally! I've been looking for you for an hour!
What do you want? Does no one check these machines?
They do, but they steal the drinks.
Of course! This place is full of thieves!
- Sorry, sir, but you're not thinking. - Not you, idiot.
So, are you doing overtime?
Yes. The strike's been called off for now.
Our requests are examined by the Ministry.
- But we're planning a sit-in. - What are you planning?
A protest sit-in. We all gather outside in the courtyard
...and stay there for one, two, four hours...
- What did you want to tell me before? - I almost forgot.
The chief is here and he insists on speaking to you.
Oh, crap!
Hello? Hello? Is that Professor Giordani?
This is Marc Daly. I need to talk to you. It's very important.
No, I'd like to see you right now, if possible.
Amanda Righetti was murdered. [Stop speaking Italian]
She was pointing at the mirror with the finger.
It didn't look natural to me.
It's the index finger of her right hand.
It was indeed she was trying to point something out, you know.
Do you think they've discovered the body by now?
Yes, sir.
Assuming it wasn't your imagination's just working all the time.
In any case, I'll go over there and have look. - Okay.
FOR SALE
The house used to belong to the guy called Schwartz.
- Where is he now? - He died.
German writer, odd to himself.
He bought the place in '63, I think.
Before that it had been empty for a long time.
I don't know. It was full of ghosts.
Schwartz, he never heard those stories. He just thought the price was right so he brought it.
- And who lived there before? - No, I can't help you there.
That would be more than 20 years ago before my time.
This writer, Schwartz. How did he-- How did he die?
In an accident, poor bastard. He fell out of a window.
It was me, Vesalti, you know?
This morning, very early, at 8:00 o'clock,
...when I came use the key, like always,
Oh, I can-- I can get die of fright, you know.
Then the police, they kept me for hours asking me all sorts of question. But what could I tell them?
I mean what do I know?
Just think it had to be half an hour since they took out the body!
Poor Amanda. Who could have done that?
A maniac, who else? It's always a maniac and they never catch them!
Where was she found?
In the bathroom.
Come on, I'll show you.
Look at all this blood. It's everywhere.
I'm going to try clean up now.
But I getting out of here before it gets dark to an old.
Oh, excuse me, it's everywhere.
Excuse me.
Hello?
Oh, it's you, Francesca.
Oh, if you only knew what I've been through.
No, no. They've gone.
Yes, they took her away.
Yes, they questioned me. It was never-ending!
A big man with a moustache said I was an important witness,
that I could help him. I know quite a bit.
Of course I told him everything!
Oh, don't worry, I'll take the 6:30 bus...
IT WAS...
Oh, what are you doing? Why are you running the hot water?
I just wanted to find out... who the murderer it was.
- With hot water? - Uh-huh.
Hot water.
You didn't hear if the police found anything?
Yeah, just a doll.
- Anything else? - I heard them mentioning a child.
Of course.
A child.
That's right.
Thank you.
My daughter will go with you. I don't have time right now.
You get any questions, you can ask me when you bring the keys back.
Olga!
Come back this minute!
- What is it? - You little witch.
I told you not to do that again!
Now off you go, come on!
- What did you do? - Nothing.
Don't pay any attention. My father's just a little crazy.
Bye.
I'll-- I'll bring the keys later.
- Be careful! - What?
- There are ghosts in there! - Ghosts?
Everyone around here said so.
Bye.
Mr Daly!
- Mr Daly! - Yes?
Is anything wrong? We didn't see you come back.
No, I'm-- I'm just leaving now.
This place is dangerous at night. The lights were turned off a couple of years ago.
You come out now, huh?
It kept you so long!
Hey, you bleed! What's the matter?
It's nothing, just a scratch. A piece of glass fell on me.
I warned you to be careful.
Giordani.
[Start speaking Italian:]
- Hello, Gianna? - Hi Marc. Having fun?
I'm having a ball. I finished two crossword puzzles.
Well, I have a tough puzzle to solve here.
They killed Giordani not long ago.
The neighbours called the police. They heard screaming.
- What happened there? - Nothing, it's just a scratch.
Listen.
Seriously, I have to admit I don't know what's going on right now.
This son of a bitch knows everything! He knows every move in advance.
Sorry, but I don't remember where you said I should flee to?
- Lebanon. - Yeah, right.
In Lebanon.
But I'd have to fly to get there and I'm scared of flying.
It's nothing to be nervous about.
Just think you'll be landing soon, one way or another.
Thank you.
How about we take the car and drive to Spain?
We? You mean that I can come too?
- Yes, if you'd like to. - Of course I'd like to!
We'll have a fantastic holiday!
Sun, sea, bullfights, parties, flamenco... How does it sound?
Sure, of course. I suggested it, after all.
I don't know about you but I'm on the verge of a breakdown.
There's no point staying here and talking about it.
Come on. Let's not waste any time. You go back home and pack.
I'll be back in an hour!
We'll have to rent a car, because mine isn't good for long trips.
I know.
I love you!
And who's this?
An old girlfriend. Her name is Carol.
- From Rome? - She's American. She lives in Paris.
You used to go for vamps, then? You like super sexy women.
[Stop speaking Italian]
Hello?
Hello. Uh, hello, Uh... This is Marc Daly.
- Oh, the engineer. - No, the pianist.
I wonder if I could I speak to Carlo? Is he home?
No, my boy just...
...going out. But you could go over with whatever you must design.
We had such a lovely chat and design.
Besides, you have--
- Shit! - What was that? Hello?
Uh. Oh, I'm sorry. Sorry. There's nothing.
Nothing! Bye.
Why did I not notice that before?
Gianna - I'm at 24 Via Susa. Marc x
The window. Two missing.
That's right.
Great!
Forget it. It's too late.
What happened?
I found your notes and get straight here.
I saw a reddish light in one of the windows.
So, I rushed upstairs and found you lying in the flames.
Admitted it too longer,
...and you'd have been a roast duck, baby!
It's all lost.
There was a body in the... walled-in room.
Yes, 24 Via Susa. My name is Gianna Brezzi, I'm a reporter.
Yes, of course. Please schedule as soon as you can.
Hello? Yes, Fire Department? There is a house on fire at 24 Via Susa.
The number? Uh, please one second!
831-4726.
Yes, 2-6.
Rather get start in the first place. That's what I want to know.
...If there are ghosts...
- Who gave you this? - I did it.
Now, that's impossible! That's impossible, you couldn't have seen it!
Who gave it to you? Where did you see this, huh?
You heard what she said. She invented it herself. She likes that.
She just loves to do horrible things. You can just see what she does to lizards.
That may be true, but she couldn't possibly have invented this!
How could it be identical?!
I-- I saw it at school.
Go on now. You tell me where you got this. Just tell me.
One day, to punish me, they made me clean up the archives.
And there were lots of drawings, from Malio's glasses,
...and there was one like this.
- All right. What school? - The Leonardo da Vinci School.
LEONARDO DA VINCI STATE MIDDLE SCHOOL
PRESIDENT
SECRETARY
ARCHIVES
There must be a million of them!
Yes, they're all divided according to year and subject.
DRAWINGS
It's someway here. Ah, See?
Academic Year 1951-52
Academic Year 1950-1951
- What is it? - Didn't you hear that?
No, what was it?
I don't know. I just heard a thing.
You keep at it. I'm going to take a look.
What do you say, I call the police and tell them we're here?
Yeah, okay.
Gianna.
Gianna!
- Marc, help me! Help me! - Oh, my God!
Gianna!
Marc....
All... follow up of this story...
You know who it is?
Yes, I know.
I found the drawing.
- It's not far! We get at least... - Care, thanks.
...the name over the door. Leonardo da Vinci.
I know you're hiding.
I know who you are now.
I read your name.
Carlo.
I got here late. too bad!
Well! So, now what are you going to do?
Kill you.
And I'm sorry because I like you.
But I have to kill you.
I told you to stay out of it.
Pack up and clear out, I said!
Why? Why didn't you listen to me?
Are you stupid or something?!
Don't you realise it's all your fault?
You're just so dammed temper!
If you hadn't meddled, stuck your damn nose in at all!
He could have killed you!
- Hey, he's over there! By the wall! - You, hold it!
- Don't worry, she's much better. - When do you think she'll come around?
Not before morning. The operation was difficult, but 100% successful.
Fortunately, she's a strong girl, there's no problem.
Not impossible!
He was with me when Helga was killed.
It couldn't have been him!
He liked to do with this. But why?
POLICE INVESTIGATION
Maybe that painting was made to disappear...
...because it represented something important.
Something so important, you don't realize it.
Important!
Important.
That painting...
A mirror.
What an idiot. It was just a mirror.
And there's no painting there at all!
What I saw was a reflection in the mirror.
I saw the face of the murderer.
Damn you... Damn you!
Carlo has nothing to do with any of this, and you kill him.
He was...
He was only trying to protect me.
Carlo never murder anybody!
You don't begin such a long time ago....
Now, don't worry. Nothing's going to happen to you.
It's all right. I'll take you to the clinic myself.
No, I told you, I'm not going back there again.
I don't want to. No one can force me to go back to the hospital.
But that's for your own good. I know you heard what the doctor said.
No.
VictorR - 06/28/2014.