- Hello, I'm Greta Franklin.
Edward stratten publishing house.
- Oh yes, of course, the new secretary.
How silly of me.
Mr. Stuart is away, but do come in please.
I'll show you to your room.
- Thank you.
- Quote, what is the monkey to man,
contemptuous mirth or painful truth, unquote.
He lowered the book, looked into her eyes, and continued.
Quote, and what is man to the superman,
still mirth, a painful truth, unquote.
New paragraph.
Do you agree with Nietzsche?
The woman, then, tricks the brute and the superman.
You're staring at me.
- Oh, I bet your pardon.
I didn't mean to.
- I assure you, I'm not a ghost.
- No, it's just that i imagined you differently.
- Oh, how differently, hm?
- I don't know, having read your books,
I, well I.
- You imagined me to be a sea monster
with a hundred eyes and a cavernous mouth.
You thought at night
I grew hands long enough to slap the moon.
Thought that if I should become little once again,
I'd cry a river of tears.
Now, isn't it so?
Alas, you see me in this disguise.
It's modesty that doesn't allow me to be myself.
Come, I'll show you something.
Now, you see that nail?
I placed it there exactly five years ago.
I knew what I wanted then,
it's taken me five years, but I've got it now.
It's mine.
A masterpiece.
The bacchanal by Lorenzo lotto.
Do you know his work?
- No, I'm afraid not.
- Well then, let me introduce him to you.
Lorenzo lotto, painter.
Born in venice in the year 1480.
- And died in the year of?
- Nonsense.
A true artist never dies.
He's immortal.
Our young friend, my dear eleanora, has read my books.
All of them, as I understand.
But I disappointed her today.
She found me to be a very ordinary man.
- One could define you in many ways, but never ordinary.
- I didn't say anything of the kind.
I just.
- Is that all, madam?
- Yes, you may go, Giovanni.
Giovanni lives on torcello, an island nearby.
Richard prefers not to have the servants around at night.
- They have the ugly habit of eavesdropping.
- Oh, by the way, sandro came last night with christiani.
- So?
Enjoy yourselves?
- The usual things.
Nothing very exciting.
You must be tired.
You better get some rest.
- Yes, we'll see you tomorrow, Greta.
Good night.
- Good night.
- Would you like a coffee?
- No thanks, I'm trying to give it up.
Now, you say that this Sally Reese
left no forwarding address.
- Yes, that's right.
- And she gave no warning?
Just left without a word?
- That's right.
Not a word to me, the servants, anything.
- Strange behavior for a secretary, Mr. Stuart.
Wouldn't you say?
- Very strange indeed.
Although, a few days before she disappeared,
we couldn't help noticing a change had come over her.
As if she were being tormented by something.
Perhaps it was just impression.
She didn't mention anything,
and we were discreet enough not to ask.
- Left no personal effects?
No baggage?
- No.
Not a thing.
Tell me commissioner, do you really think
Sally may have been the victim of foul play?
- A girl doesn't vanish like that into thin air
without a plausible explanation.
- I agree.
- Would you at least know if she was seeing someone?
I mean a man, boyfriend?
- I'm not into the habit
of prying into my secretary's affairs.
I'm sorry, I can't help you there.
- If you hear anything, please get it touch with me.
Sorry to bother you, but you know how these formalities are.
- Certainly, commissioner.
Come, I'll show you out.
- There, that's my hairdresser.
I'll meet you here in two hours.
- All right.
- Greta.
I need a friend so badly at times.
Someone to confide in.
I feel so alone in that house.
Sure you don't want to come with me?
- I really have a lot of things to do eleanora.
Sally and I were very close.
I, too, think that something terrible might have happened.
- You, too?
Why, who else does?
- You, commissioner.
I overheard you speaking with Mr. Stuart.
- I assure you, young lady,
I was only following through on a routine investigation.
- Sally Reese and I have known each other since school days.
We used to work together, room together,
until she decided to come to venice.
She used to write every week, and less and less.
This is her last letter.
You'll note it's dated shortly before they say she left.
- It's gotten to the point
where I must tell someone.
And who but you could I tell this to?
Oh, Greta, I'm living in a world I never knew existed.
At times, I feel as if I were being driven by another will,
a superior force that lures me even as it repels me.
In my moments of sanity, such as now,
when I realize to what depths I am sunk.
I wanna turn back to flee from this house,
run far, far away.
But then, I'm prey once again,
mesmerized by their evil, unable to escape it.
And then not wanting to escape it.
A willing slave in this world of perverse pleasures.
If I could only see you I'd be able to explain what I feel,
but sometimes I wonder if I'll ever see you again.
Write to me, I beg you.
But for god sakes, not to this address.
Write in care of the post office, please Greta.
Love, Sally.
- Doesn't really say very much, just words.
And somewhat disconnected at that.
- Mr. Richard Stuart is a very important man, is that it?
- There are many ways one can interpret that letter.
It's anything but precise.
No direct accusation.
What are you gonna do now, senorina?
- I'm going to stay on in that house
until I find out what happened to Sally.
- How did you manage to get employed there?
- Sally and I both worked for stratten,
Richard Stuart's publisher.
Was easy enough.
- If what you suggest is true,
you're in considerable danger in that house, you know.
- I must go.
- Greta, Greta!
What is it?
It's me, Richard!
Open the door!
What happened?
- There's a man out there in the garden.
- What did he look like?
- He was a giant of man.
It was awful.
- Get a hold of yourself, it was only Rocco,
a fisherman who lives near here.
He's perfectly harmless.
- The body of a giant and the brain of a child.
Come, try to get some rest now.
I'll keep you company until you fall asleep.
- Good girl.
- No, really eleanora, I'm fine.
- Not another word.
You've had a shock, Greta.
- Pleasant dreams.
- What do you say?
Oh come on.
- Well?
How long must I wait?
- Don't be impatient.
What I promise, I deliver.
- Since you can't sleep, why don't you join us?
Please come, Richard is expecting you.
Go on, get dressed.
I don't bother you, do I?
- Breathe deep, cherie.
J3 toke on that joint, my friend
- this is Greta.
- Welcome to the party.
- Ciao.
- You really mean that she can typewrite
and take shorthand, too?
- I'm glad you decided to join us.
- Especially for you, to warm you up.
- Leave it if you don't feel like it.
Good girl.
You're a very single-minded person, aren't you?
It's about time I introduced you to eleanora's friends.
- I'm rather more curious about eleanora.
- The lady's a mystery I'd rather not solve.
- And yourself?
" Hm'?
I'm just a composite of what they are.
Decadent, corrupt,
lost in the myriad facades of a doomed city.
I love them all.
It's another reflection of venice painted on the water.
- We're going to be good friends.
- What makes you think so?
- Eh, maybe it's just something about Richard's secretaries.
- Do you mean that you knew the one before me?
- Sally?
Oh, she was the darling of my heart.
We loved each other profoundly.
We were inseparable.
- Now what?
- Why, why don't we.
- Do you know the story of little red riding hood?
Sandro could you get the light, please?
- I was in the mood for a movie.
As a woman, I'd like your opinion of this one.
- Sure.
It was little red what?
- Blue is more accurately put.
- Ooh, I love fairy's tales.
- Keep your eye up, girls.
Grandma, what a long pole you have.
- Ooh, that's too terrible.
I can't watch!
Oh,.
- That's not very grandmotherly, is it?
- She hasn't got an inch on me.
- Well, look at that.
- You know where to make a porno.
- You mean you were not at that party
at Georgia's last week?
You'll have seen a virgin porno.
- I tell you,
the critics don't know what they're talking about.
This is cinema verite.
I'm serious.
I can't believe it.
- It's got to be a dildo.
- He reminds me of sandro.
Where is sandro, by the way?
Oh, there he is.
Our sandro wasted no time, eh?
I can't say I blame him.
- Mm, look at that tongue action.
- That's what I was just...
- no, darling, up on the screen.
- Guido, is that your hand?
- I don't know, look at me.
- You're marvelous, just marvelous.
- There they go again.
- Have you seen the porno version
of snow white and the seven dwarves?
Believe me, only the Germans could...
- oh, poor old thing, he's tired out.
- Too much riding for that hood.
- You're too much, did you hear that?
I said poor old thing, he's tired out,
and guido said, "too much riding for that hood."
So much for little red riding hood, and now?
What have we here?
- More cinema verite?
Say, isn't that...
- but of course,
I hardly recognized her with her clothes on.
- Sally.
- Fantastic, absolutely fantastic.
- Hardly darling, look at mine.
- Drop whatever you're doing, Greta.
I've got an opening for a new story,
and I'd like you to type it out.
Ready?
Well then.
When she realized the danger, it was already too late.
For her own violent death hovered near.
She'd wanted to uncover the truth
about her friend's disappearance.
That's why she maneuvered to get the job,
just a pretext to enter that house.
For it was there that her friend was last seen alive.
What did you think of my introductory paragraph?
- I wouldn't know yet.
- Well, it's only an idea of course,
but it could be developed, don't you think?
- What story are you talking about?
- I have decided to write a whodunit.
- You're joking, Richard.
A writer of your standing?
- Nonsense.
The idea's rather exhilarating.
A perfect crime, my dear, is possible.
For a superior mind, of course.
I've already plotted the events in chronological order.
And they won't be too pleasant for our heroine.
You know, Greta.
An author has a way of acquiring an almost morbid affection
for the heroine he creates.
It's painful to see her suffer.
Or be forced to have her die.
You're a new yorker, aren't you?
- Yes.
- How long have you been with stratten publishers'?
- Over four years.
- Oh, well then you must have known Sally.
Sally Reese.
- Not necessarily.
I mean, there are more than 300 employees at stratten's.
- New York.
Fabulous city.
I lived there for many years, just after the war.
Oh, it was magic then.
- You are certainly handy
with that shotgun, eleanora.
Two ducks to my none, I'm disgraced.
What would Hemingway say?
Eleanora?
What is it?
- Mr. Stuart carries the key with him.
- Oh, I just had some things to do in the city.
They'll just have to wait, I guess.
- Good morning, Greta.
Today we'll describe the girl's disappearance.
On that fateful night, the wind swept the moon away.
He rode standing up, dipping and lifting his oar
with a continuous, ancient rhythm.
The shore moved farther away,
and now the villa was little more
than a white blur in the darkness.
On the bottom of the boat lay the girl's body.
One might have thought she was sleeping,
were it not for the unnatural way her head lay,
and the livid blue marks on her neck
in violent contrast with the whiteness of her skin.
Her naked thighs and legs swayed gently
with the movement of the boat
as if life and pleasure still dwelled there.
The boat was now clear of the reeds and out in the open.
Furtively the oarsman looked around.
He'd reached a spot where he knew the lagoon to be deep.
He bent to tie the girl's ankles to a heavy anchor,
then the throbbing sound of a diesel engine
made him stop and peer into the darkness.
A fishing boat was nearing.
He remained motionless in the dark.
He wasn't afraid, but he had a wager against death
and he didn't wanna lose it.
The fisherman passed and continued on.
The oarsman lifted the girl's body
and threw it into the sea.
The anchor followed.
And the water settled once again.
It was a murder without possibility of detection.
The body would never be found.
The fish and the sea had already begun to consume
every last trace.
- Si.
- Giovanni, would miss Franklin be around?
- Si.
- May I speak with her, please?
- Very well.
Mr. Stuart would like to speak with you.
- It wasn't out of order after all, was it,
the telephone?
- No.
- Yes?
- Hello, Greta.
We've decided to dine out.
I don't think we'll be back before tonight.
Hello?
Is anything wrong?
- No, no.
- Well, get some rest if you're not feeling well.
Work can wait.
- No, I'm all right, really.
- Good.
Oh, we'll be having a guest at the villa tonight.
Sandro.
- Yes, very well.
- We'll see you later, then.
Good bye.
- Good bye.
- Hello, this is Greta Franklin.
- I'm sorry, I didn't get that.
- Greta Franklin,
I want to speak to commissioner antonelli, please.
- Can you tell me what's about?
- No, no, I just want to speak to the commissioner, please.
- It's not possible, he's in Milan.
- On.
When will he come back?
- Tomorrow.
Maybe I can help you, miss.
- No, no, it's all right.
Just leave a message saying that Greta Franklin called.
Thank you, good bye.
I didn't know anybody lived here.
I was just passing by by chance, really.
I live up at the villa.
Mr. Stuart's secretary.
I'm really very sorry, I'll be going now.
I've never eaten any.
Oh, that's a bad wound.
There.
I have to go now.
- If the sky is any indication,
it'll be a beautiful day tomorrow.
This should be a good weight for you, Greta.
- But I know nothing about guns.
- You'll learn quickly enough.
- I don't have a license, either.
- Now, you must come, I insist.
You'll enjoy yourself.
- I don't have anything to wear.
- Ah, eleanora will lend you something.
Strange.
Fire that gives off no heat.
Don't you feel it?
The draft of cold air.
- Probably a window needs to be closed.
- She's fainted, go get her something to drink.
- Eleanora, eleanora.
Answer me, it's me, Richard.
- Here.
- No, don't give her anything.
Strange it should reoccur after so many years.
- Reoccur?
- Eleanor has the power of extrasensory perception.
They're gone!
Let's not get carried away, it's only the clock.
- Yes, but why did it strike only three times,
if it's now 11 o'clock?
- She's trying to tell us something.
Greta.
- Yeah.
- You wanna talk to Greta.
- Greta.
- What are you saying?
What is it, eleanora?
- Sally.
- You're Sally, and you wanna talk to Greta.
Go on.
What are you saying?
Death.
That you're dead.
- Greta!
- Greta.
Greta will die?
- We all have to die.
- Very funny.
- Soon.
- Die soon?
Sandro, give me a hand.
- Si.
- We'll take her to her room.
It's a silly business.
Very impressive, but not worth a sleepless night.
The phenomenon exists, true enough.
There's even an obscure science that deals with it
called parapsychology,
but it's not explained by natural laws.
Lost souls, the dead, spirits, god forbid.
There's enough deviltry here without their intervention.
- Why do you stare at me like that?
- You're very beautiful.
I could even fall in love with a girl like you.
Why don't you get some rest.
- Good night, Mr. Stuart.
- Stay perfectly still.
When I give the signal, fire away.
. Okay-
- now, fire!
Hey!
Now, I think you'll fare better on solid ground.
You can get a few good shots from here.
I'll be back later to pick you up.
" Help!
Help!
He“? Me!
Please!
Help!
Please, someone help me!
Help!
Give me you,
you're hand.
Please, please help.
- Catch!
- I received your message.
The Butler told me you had gone out to San zeno.
I decided to come and have a look.
- They tried to kill me.
- What happened, exactly?
- They're going to pretend there was a hunting accident.
They gave me a gun that wouldn't shoot,
and then they shot at me.
I just ran and ran...
- now, that's a very serious accusation.
Are you sure of what you're saying?
- Yes.
Eleanora shot at me repeatedly.
- From how far?
- 100, 200 feet, I don't know.
- An expert shot, which she is,
would hit a sparrow in flight at that distance.
At 200 feet, a human target, practically immobile.
I don't see how she could have missed you
if what you say is true.
Now, why did you call me?
Found out something about Sally Reese by chance?
- They buried her in the lagoon.
- They what?
Who did?
- Richard Stuart.
I mean, I'm not positive about eleanora,
but I think she was involved, too.
- In the lagoon.
And how would you know that?
- He told me.
- He confessed to that?
- No, you see, he's writing a book.
I mean, he's dictating everything to a tape recorder, and.
Oh, it's much too difficult to explain.
- You've been under tremendous strain.
I think it's time for you to leave this house.
- That's exactly what they want me to do.
- I brought you something hot.
And this is for you.
- Thank you.
- Here.
Take a few drops.
It's a good stimulant.
Come.
It'll do you good.
You're being childish.
- I'll stop in again tomorrow.
- I'm the only one to blame.
And I must admit, the only one to punish.
I knew the young lady didn't have a hunting license,
yet I insisted she come with us.
I hope you'll be able to overlook the incident.
Well, besides, she didn't fire a shot.
- That's right, because my gun wouldn't work.
- Now, when the barrels are open for loading,
the safety is automatically set.
You can't shoot unless you release it.
Didn't you know that?
- See you tomorrow.
- We called the doctor.
Eleanora insisted, she's very worried about you.
- It's final then.
You are not coming.
- Can you imagine Richard for two weeks on the red sea?
Few attractions can tear him away from his beloved venice.
- That's a shame.
It's the best skin diving in the world there.
And besides, you know everyone who's coming.
- Have a good time for us, too.
And the moment you get back, come straight to us,
we'll count on it.
Right, Richard?
Richard, I'm talking to you.
- Huh?
- I was telling sandro, oh, it's unimportant.
Bon voyage.
- I'll bring you back a fish.
- What was that policeman doing, all those questions?
- What comes most natural to him.
The painter paints, the lover loves,
and the sleuth goes sleuthing.
- Sally's disappearance?
- You don't think a girl can just fade away
without arousing some kind of curiosity.
- You mean, he suspects us?
- Probably.
The poor man has very little imagination.
- What about your new secretary?
Did you get that information from London?
- I didn't write after all.
- Why?
- I thought it over and decided it'd be a bad move.
- What do you think will happen now?
- Nothing, what are you worried about?
- Right in here.
Now, you can here Richard Stuart himself
describing how they got rid of Sally's body.
Of course, he doesn't mention any names.
He purposely keeps the description vague.
- Why would he tell you all this, Greta?
- The sadistic pleasure of playing cat and mouse.
He knows very well why I came here.
But he has nothing to worry about
because he can always say that any similarity
to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
He erased everything.
- Mm-hm.
- Really, I.
Wait, I made a copy.
- That's gone, too?
- Yes.
You don't believe me, do you?
You think I imagined everything.
- I do need proof.
- It's Mrs. Stuart.
He is on the phone.
- Thanks a lot.
Hello?
- Hello, Greta.
Listen, did you type up the new chapter yet?
- The new chapter?
- Oh, you mean you didn't find it?
I recorded it only last night.
- I found absolutely nothing.
I don't understand.
- Of course.
Now I know why you didn't find it.
I put the tapes in the glass case in the library.
Go take a look, Greta.
- Yes, everything's here.
- Last night, I wanted to check what I'd done.
I ended up putting everything in the case.
I guess I forgot to tell you about it.
You think you can type up the new chapter by tonight?
- Yes, certainly.
- Good.
See you later.
At first, she ignored the possibility
that there could be more than one answer to the mystery.
But now she had the facts, and yet,
still she remained too confused to understand their meaning.
While living in that house,
her friend had become a slave to their every whim,
yet no one had forced her to it.
Somehow, she was sure of that.
How, then, could such behavior be explained?
She was frightened by her very question.
She could imagine too easily the forbidden world
her friend had embraced and her own dark desires,
which had already begun to stir inside her.
Seems more and more likely every day.
- What?
- That I'll fall in love with you.
- What would eleanora say to that?
- Eleanora?
My interest in her is one of admiration.
I'm fascinated by her ability to assume two personalities,
totally different.
A fool might judge her a hypocrite,
but I enjoy the performance.
Recently, she's been playing the part
of the defenseless woman in need of protection.
No one would suspect
that every move is perfectly calculated.
I admire a fantastic deception.
But I don't love her.
- And why would you love me?
- Because with you, everything is honest.
Life is what it should be.
Simplicity.
- How did Sally die?
- Who told you she died?
- I've known it, I've always known it.
But I want to know the truth.
- It was an accident.
It happened last winter.
Ed stratten was passing was passing through venice
and asked me to lunch with him.
Eleanora and Sally were alone in the house.
I had called to say that lunch was stretching into dinner,
and that most likely, I'd be out until the small hours.
A little while later, eleanora went out into the garden
to practice her shooting.
It was then that she saw the fisherman, Rocco.
It had been our custom
to give him an occasional odd job to do.
Help him along, a little.
Ever in search of some untried delight,
eleanora took in his powerful physique
through the telescopic lens
and decided to invite him to a party that very night.
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- you don't like it?
- No, no, I like.
- I was watching you today when you were chopping wood.
You're a very strong man, aren't you?
I would say the most powerful man I've known in all my life.
Would you prefer some vodka?
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- eleanora!
Eleanora, help!
He“? Me!
No, no!
No, no, I won't!
No, you're hurting me!
No!
- Let her alone!
Let her alone!
- When I got back, Rocco was gone.
Eleanora was still unconscious,
and Sally was already.
- You know, in my mind, i never accused you.
I always knew you were protecting someone.
- I can't pretend to be innocent.
I should have reported the matter.
But it would have caused an enormous scandal,
and I'd have been ruined.
I had no choice but to get rid of the body.
- What's bothering her?
- Greta.
It's me, Richard.
I've gotta talk to you.
Please, I beg you.
- Just as I reported, sir.
When this fisherman hauled in their net,
they found they had more than fish in it.
- Any possibility of identification, dottore.
- It's a woman.
Young, I would say, 20 or 25.
I will know a little more after we examine her.
Not much, though.
There's very little left of her.
- When did it happen?
- Well, in my opinion, she's been in the water for months.
Probably since last winter some time.
- Senora.
Today's paper.
- The days'll never end without you.
- I won't be in London for more than three days.
Now, I'm going to kiss you.
- Richard, you can't.
- Yes, I know.
Our friend's spying on us.
I must say, he's very accommodating.
He came the moment you called.
- I'll convince him, you'll see.
I'm sure of it.
- I'll be thinking very hard...
Of you every minute.
Good morning, Greta.
- Good morning.
- Why did you call me?
Something come up?
- No, I just wanted to tell you it was all a mistake.
The things I told you were just part of a story,
a fantasy, that's all.
- What made you change your mind?
- Well, I thought about it,
and, well, I guess my nerves just gave out.
It was very foolish of me to have those doubts.
They were based on absolutely nothing.
Well, I realize that now.
- Be careful.
You're playing a very dangerous game.
The remains of a young woman were found in the lagoon.
- Sally?
- The coroner is examining the body now.
We'll know soon.
- Yes, well could you tell me what time
the train that left this morning at 9:30 arrives in London?
Yes.
Oh, thank you.
Hello?
- Greta, can we see you in the living room immediately?
- Yes, well, is something wrong?
- Nothing, but please come, will you?
- Eleanora?
Oh, on the phone, I thought you said we.
- There is someone here.
And old friend of mine.
Come, I want you to meet him.
This is Rocco.
As a physical specimen, unparalleled,
and the most virile male I've ever known.
Even when he's drunk.
Let's make a little party.
Lately, everyone has been so gloomy around here.
Come on.
Drink up.
Rocco's the perfect mate.
No inhibitions, no complexes.
He's an experience you shouldn't miss.
Do you like her?
Greta's a splendid girl.
Her skin's soft and smooth like velvet.
Her hair, like silk.
Isn't she marvelous?
Answer.
She's yours.
Take her, Rocco.
Take her.
- Richard!
- There was one slight omission
in my account of Sally's death.
I forgot to mention i was also there that day.
- What does this mean?
- They found a body in the lagoon, it's all over the papers.
If they identify Sally, you'd be a very damaging witness.
You know too much.
I enjoyed feeding you the information.
It was a dangerous game but a thrilling one.
I kindled your suspicions
without giving you any way to prove them.
There was always that margin of doubt.
But I didn't think they'd find the body.
The game's over now.
- What do you mean?
- That you must die.
Like that fool of a Butler
that thought he could blackmail us.
- You're mad, they'll find out, they'll know it's you.
- How?
I have a perfect alibi.
I'm in London.
Your friend antonelli saw me off.
In a sense, you invited him.
- Neither Richard nor i could be held responsible
for the action of a half-witted brute.
- The police understand these matters.
Rocco attacked you.
The Butler came to your aid and was killed.
He then turned like a crazed animal and murdered you.
- No, no!
Please, no!
- Go on, Rocco, take her.
She's yours.
Take her.
- No!
- The bodies will be found in Rocco's hut.
A mental examination will prove him unbalanced.
He'll be charged with Sally's death, too.
The case will be closed.
- No, no!
- The perfect crime is possible
with a superior mind.
- You.
You remember, don't you?
You cut your finger, and i bandaged it for you.
- Richard.
What's the matter with you?
You fool.
Go on.
Do as I say!
Go on!
Obey me, you stupid ox!
Go on, go on!
Take her!
- You all right?
Eleanora!
What'll we do?
Eleanora.
- Rocco!
- Greta, I.
- I'm sorry to see you leave.
- You've been so kind.
- It was easy.
Oh, I went to visit that fisherman, Rocco.
He's getting psychiatric care.
He wanted to know how you were.
- There's nothing I can do to help him, is there?
- No.
- Grazie.
- I'll be back in a minute.
Bon voyage.
- Thank you.
- By the way, the girl they found in the lagoon
was not Sally Reese.
If Richard had known that,
well, it doesn't matter anymore.
Good bye.