All language subtitles for Torso.1973.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG

THE BODIES SHOW SIGNS
OF CARNAL VIOLENCE

This painting of St. Sebastian
is in effect a Hellenistic statue...

set against a magnificent
Renaissance background.

His martyrdom and suffering
leave us relatively unmoved.

Notice how Perugino, that Umbrian peasant...

could transform the local rustics
into saints and madonnas.

Notice how he surrenders to this tragedy
of pain and suffering with lyrical indifference.

Perugino was reluctant to paint blood...

so his tears are like drops of dew
under his eyes.

His scenes rarely exude an air of drama.

This is true of his St. Sebastian in Stockholm
and also of the one in the Louvre.

Everything is bathed in an elegance
approaching the supernatural.

Here, the figure seems to be traced
directly from ancient Greece.

In a very personal way...

Perugino had absorbed the lesson
of the great Piero della Francesca...

only to decline in his later years into a sort
of convoluted and provincial formalism...

that decidedly undermines the power...

and originality of his later work.

That is all for today.

Come on, Dani.
I want to ask him something on the way out.

- There he is.
- Professor.

Excuse me, but what you
were saying about Perugino-

Don't you think your analysis
was a bit too severe?

Go on.

In the St. Sebastian in the Louvre...

you completely ignore
the intensely spiritual aspect of the figure.

Why, it's practically
overflowing with holiness.

- Are you sure about that?
- Yes.

You think he was capable of spirituality?

Vasari says Perugino was a person
with so little genuine religion...

he could never make anyone believe
in the immortality of the soul.

Just imagine an atheist
painting saints and Madonnas.

I agree with you, Professor...

although I find it strange that he never painted
any blood on the bodies of his martyrs.

He was a painter, not a butcher.

He was a self-made bourgeois...

who was selling sentimentalism
without any true passion or drama.

I think you're going a bit too far.

We'll talk about this again.

- Good-bye.
- Good-bye.

Daniela, can I take you home?

No.jane's taking me home.

- Bye.
- Bye, Stefano.

You didn't have to be
quite so rude to him.

He been hounding me for 10 years.
He can't take a hint.

He chose the same major as me
just to be near me.

And now summer school.

You won't find many guys that devoted.

I hope not.

Flo, are you coming with me?

I have something better to do.

Then good luck.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Son of a bitch!
- What happened?

I'll take care of him!

Sean, come here!
Let him go.

What do we care if he was peeping?

Sean, come here!
Where are you going?

Answer me!

Are you there?

Need any more pictures?

That's enough.
All right, cover the body.

- Is the prosecutor coming?
- Yes, we informed him.

Didn't you see that car first?

I wasn't standing here.
I was over there.

Fact is, Inspector, we don't have
proper facilities out here.

So we-
How can I put this?

We “litter.” It happens.

What do you mean by “litter”?

How should I put it?

Well, let's not mince words.
I was gonna take a crap.

Only when I saw him today,
I got all constipated.

- It's all blocked up in here, you know?
- Take his statement.

That one's 1,000 lire.

Are you making a few sales
under the counter today?

Yes, and I'm buying too.

I bet you are.
junk and castoffs.

L'm too expensive for you.

Good-bye.

- Who's he?
- He's a doctor.

At least he knows
how to keep his hands to himself.

- Carol!
- Hi.

- Hello.
- Hi.

How are you?

- Have you seen the paper?
- No. Why?

Wait.

- You haven't heard?
- No. What happened?

- Uncle, could you hand me the paper?
- Keep it.

- I'll see you at lunch. Bye.
- Bye.

You were a good friend of Flo, weren't you?

STUDENT AND HER LOVER
FOUND MURDERED

This can't be happening!

Daniela!

Classes have been canceled today.

Don't you think this Pieté is one of the most
sublime representations of Christianity?

I hope you're here to rethink
your opinion of Perugino, Professor.

L'm sorry to disappoint you.
My reason is much more banal.

No, I confess I'm just here by chance.

But the banality of chance sometimes
hides more important underlying meanings.

One of these could be our meeting here now.

Or perhaps I'm mistaken.
What do you think?

Don't tell me you believe that strange theory
that chance is the child of necessity?

Somewhat.

But don't mind me.
I'm still shaken by that girl's death.

- Jane, can I buy you a drink or something?
- Why not?

I hope you can see me as more
than just an art history professor.

You have the nicest eyes
when you haven't got your glasses on.

Please don't make fun of me.

I wouldn't dream of it.

You really surprised me the other day.

I did. How?

I would never have imagined...

that an American girl
could be so moved...

by works of art depicting a past
that doesn't really belong to her.

I don't know whether or not
to take that as a compliment, but I will.

Just proves that some Americans know
how to be less American than other Americans.

Then you didn't come to Italy
to buy the Colosseum?

No, only to study it.

I studied art history.

Then I taught for two years.

Then I decided to specialize
and applied for a scholarship in Italy.

- Do you like music too?
- Of course I do.

Great.

If l happen to get a couple of invitations
to a concert at the Academy...

- would you like to join me?
- I'd love to.

- In fact, I'll count on it.
- Thank you.

There's no need to thank me.
lt's been a pleasure.

- Good-bye, Franz.
- Good-bye,jane.

I told you-

So it's over like that?
At your convenience?

- I never promised you a thing.
- You slimy little worm!

They saw us. Damn it!

- Good-bye, handsome.
- Bye.

Come on, honey. Take off all the rest.

L've got another appointment
with a good customer.

What's wrong?

I get it.
You want a little persuasion?

You're cute.

What's the matter?
Are my hands cold?

Listen, honey, if you give me a little more,
we can make love in front of the mirror.

I even have some porn films.

Swedish stuff.

That's a nice start.
Why do all the hang-ups come my way?

Honey, even if you're queer or impotent,
you're not getting out of this.

You have to pay mejust the same.

Don't you ever call me that.
Don't you ever say that to me.

You're crazy!

A GIFT FOR EVERYONE

- l'll buy this one.
- All right.

Carol! At last!
What happened to you?

Where have you been?
I haven't seen you in ages.

Nothing. Nothing happened.

Sorry, I have to go.
I have some errands. I'm already late.

- What's the matter?
- I have to go, sorry.

He)', Dani!

No.

First you two have to take your clothes off.

Why not?

You both sicken me!

Ifl catch her,
I'll beat the crap out of her!

- Are you hurt?
-jesus! What a fall.

- Ifl catch her-
- Forget that bitch.

- L'll kill her!
- Let's get the bike out and go back.

What you see on the screen...

is not a work of abstract art.

What you see
are fragments of cloth...

found under the fingernails
of one of your classmates...

who was barbarously murdered
just one week ago, Flo Nicholson.

We have definitively traced
these fragments back to this scarf...

which was used
to strangle Carol Peterson.

Her body, like that of her friend,
showed signs of carnal violence.

I want you all to look at this.

If any ofyou think
you've seen something similar...

maybe on a friend or classmate...

it is your duty to report it.

It's not spying.

It's your duty.

I hope you all agree this killer
must be brought tojustice at once.

And I hope that, at least in this case,
you will consider the police for what they are-

the men who protect you.

After that you can happily go back
to throwing stones at us in the streets.

Turn on the lights.

That's all. Thank you.

You can go now.

Daniela, what's wrong?

Jane, I have to tell you something.

Stop worrying about it.
The inspector upset you.

Don't you realize I must be
the last person to see Carol alive?

How could that be?

I saw her get on a motorcycle
with those two boys, Peter and George.

She was in a terrible state.
It was almost like they kidnapped her.

- It's your imagination.
- It isn't!

But those boys weren't wearing scarves.

See? I don't know what's got into you.

Let's go home.

And yet I'd swear I've seen somebody I know
wearing that scarf.

Please, let's go.

Hello.

Hello!

lf you don't want to end up like your friends...

don't try to remember
who you saw wearing that scarf.

Red and black could become
the colors of your death.

Who is this? Hello.

Hello.

Who's calling? Answer me.

- Dani!
- Oh, God!

L'm so afraid.

Try and calm down.

You'll have a nervous breakdown.

Stay here.
Don't leave me alone.

Why don't you stay at the villa for a while?

Up in the hills,
far away from the dirty air of the city?

I have to go to Paris tomorrow night.
I don't like leaving you here by yourself.

Invite some of your friends to go with you.

L'm sure you'll be able
to forget your fears up there.

You must know
everybody around here, right?

No, Inspector.

It's like a seaport, this place.

People coming and going.
All sorts of races, all sorts of colors.

What's this routine?
“I wasn't there. lf l was, I was sleeping.”

No. I keep my eyes open, but-

What do you want to know?

For example-

Did you sell this?

I sell them by the dozen.

I think they're Japanese.

1,000 or 1,200 lire.

It could be one of those.

Could you have sold this one?

Maybe last month.
I don't have any right now.

Do you remember who might
have bought it? lt's very important.

L'm not exactly a department store,
but I sell enough...

that I can't remember
who bought a scarf...

one, two, three months ago,
or who knows when.

If you do remember,
call me at headquarters.

Ask for Inspector Enzo Di Salvo.

Hello?

Who am I?

You know me well.
I'm the vendor in the piazza.

An inspector stopped by a little while ago.

He asked me some questions.

I don't like this city air.

I need a vacation.

It might help me forget
who bought that scarf.

Two million lire will be enough...

for now.

It ought to pay the initial expenses.

What?

Okay.

Yes, we can meet there.

See you tonight.

So let's all meet at the station
tomorrow at 3:00, all right?

Check out her miniskirt.

She's hoping for some action tonight,
since we're fasting this weekend.

- Bye.
- Bye, Dani.

- Dani.
- You again!

Dani, I have to talk to you.

- It's important.
- Why don't you leave me alone?

Why don't you go away?

L've got to speak to you.
You're going to listen.

I need you.

Well, I don't need you!

You've got to belong to me alone,
or to no one.

Classes have been canceled today.

No! Let me go!

Go away! Leave me alone!

Open this door!
You can't treat me like this!

Who's up there?

- What's going on?
- Who's that on the stairs?

What are you doing up there?

- Hello?
- Hello,jane.

Can you come over right away?
I must talk to you.

It's urgent.

- It's Stefano.
- What?

He was wearing that scarf
the day Flo died.

L'm sure of it.

Come on, Dani. Let it go.

You need some rest.

No,jane. I remember it so well.

Stefano was really wearing that scarf,
and he didn't ever wear it again.

What have you got against that boy?

He's so strange, so violent.

He frightens me.

- And then-
- Then what?

Swear you won't tell anyone.
Swear it.

Of course.

Don't you trust me?

Last night I received a phone call
from the killer.

He threatened to kill me...

if I tell anyone
who I saw wearing that scarf.

Who's there?

Excuse me.
I didn't mean to disturb you.

- Good evening,jane.
- Good evening.

I came to say good-bye.
I have to go.

L'll phone you from Paris when I arrive.

- Take care of her,jane.
- All right, but just for tonight.

I can't go up to the villa tomorrow morning.
I have some errands to run.

- But you said-
- I told Ursula and Katia. I'm sorry.

L'll be back in a few days.

You better dry off.

- Good-bye.
- Good-bye, sir.

Bye, Uncle.

- But you promised-
- Yes, but you can't go on like this.

I want to talk to Stefano and prove to you
he has nothing to do with these murders.

I'll drive up later. Don't worry.

Excuse me.
Does Stefano Vanzi live here?

- Third floor, Apartment 8.
- Thank you.

Stefano?

Anyone home?

Anyone home?

Can I come in?

Stefano.

Dear Dani, I don't understand
why you reject me...

but I know one day you'll understand me.

Do you remember the promise you made me
when you were a little girl? And yet-

I was looking for Stefano Vanzi.
ls he here?

My grandson left this morning.

Je ne sa/kpas where he went. He left.

He's gone.

Look at those thighs.

Brother, from here you can see
the source of the Nile.

Did you see it?

What are you doing?
I'll make you wish you'd never looked at her.

Come on, girls.
We've got a long ride ahead.

Bring the bread and the milk every morning.
Please don't forget.

Of course. Every morning.

Thank you.

Pretty legs, eh, Baloc?

Ifyou could only speak to 'em,
how they'd love it.

The way they looked at you.
You saw.

Why don't you go up to the villa
and pay them a visit?

- They're expecting you.
- You're actually going?

No kidding.
You could measure 'em for shoes.

Like the Shoemaker and the Elves.

What they came here for
is a strong man like you.

Don't miss your chance, Baloc.

FORTUNATELY YOU DON'T WASH YOUR CAR

I HAVE TWO TICKETS
FOR THURSDAY'S CONCERT - FRANZ

With all the windows barred,
it seems like a prison.

There's no one here most of the year.

It was a paradise for thieves,
so we put up the bars to discourage them.

God, she's late.
I can't believejane hasn't arrived yet.

It's strange.
Why didn't she call?

There we are. Bye.

- Excuse me.
- Yes, signorina?

Can you show me the road
to Villa Aselli?

You're here. lt's right up the hill.

The car needs a wash.
Can I pick it up in the morning?

The road's dark. I'll go with you.

Then I can bring the car back down.

You're very kind.

L'll be right back, Luigi.

They told me she left over two hours ago.

I guess she found something better to do.

Stopjoking. I'm afraid.
I'm worried-

Girls, you gonna
open this door or not?

It'sjane.

- At last.
- Wow! What a trip!

- Hi!
- Hi! How are you?

- You tried to escape?
- Sure did.

- Daniela was worried about you.
- Well, she was right.

She knows how I drive.

L've cleared the whole thing up.
Stefano has nothing to do with it.

Of course.
Stefano's scarf was different.

His had a red design
on a black background.

The one the inspector showed us
was just the opposite.

I'm so confused.

If Stefano wasn't wearing that scarf-

I don't understand.
I know I saw it on somebody.

Look, forget about the scarf.

I won't hear any more about it.

Now, I could do with a drink.
Then I'm going straight to bed.

What a terrible day.

Those three birds
aren't for the likes of us.

- Forbidden fruit's the best there is.
- They're some grapes.

Well, the owner's niece is really ripe.

She's gorgeous.

I wouldn't mind spoiling her a little bit more.

- What about the black girl?
- Black girls never attracted me that much.

- I think they're hot.
- I like white girls better.

That's how he gets laid so much.

You got it all worked out!

Ifl had a second with her,
I could get her knocked up.

What do you have?
Sperm vision?

I still think-

I'm off to bed.
See you in the morning.

- Good night.
- Good night.

It's about time!

Come on, you lizards.
Breakfast is here.

- What happened?
- My ankle.

- Let me see.
- It hurts!

Bread and milk.

- Okay, but be gentle!
- Calm down. lt's not bad.

- Calm down.
- It hurts.

- I don't think it's broken.
- It hurts.

Why the hell are you standing there?

- Go get a doctor. Quickly.
- Yeah, yeah. Sure.

I don't think it's anything serious.

But if the swelling
hasn't gone down by tomorrow...

I'd recommend you go back to town
and visit a specialist.

In case you can't sleep tonight,
I'll leave you these.

Take two.

Some vacation.

- Haven't I seen you somewhere before?
- You might have.

On the train! I remember now.
You were in the same compartment.

Yes, that's right.

- You weren't with your friends.
- I came later by car.

Ifwe have to take her
back to town, I can drive.

It's not like my leg's broken.
I can drive myself tomorrow.

Don't do anything reckless.

Ifyou need me,
you know where to find me.

- I'll see you to the door.
- Good-bye.

Good-bye.

That doctor's all right.

Not bad.

I think it would be better
to take her home.

Especially if she's not feeling better.

Excuse me.

Hello? Oh, it's you, Uncle!

How are you?

Everything's fine. Don't worry.
But where are you?

Paris?

It sounds as ifyou were
calling from the next room.

Yes.
We'll be here until Monday.

- It's like ice!
- I told you so.

Stefano!

What are you doing?

There's no one there.

But someone was there a moment ago.
It looked like Stefano.

Come on. It was just some Peeping Torn.

It was Stefano.

Let's go home now.

If it was Stefano,
he would have answered, right?

Hurrah!

- Tojane's ankle!
- Bottoms up!

Nisidine and champagne.
Cheers!

- She won't wake us up in the morning!
- Let's let the patient rest.

She'll be back in shape tomorrow
if she doesn't do anything else reckless.

There's a piano downstairs.
Should I play something for you?

- Yes!
- Come on then!

- Good night,jane!
- Good night.

Sleep well.
You want the lights on?

No, thanks. Turn them off.
The pill's already having an effect.

This is no fun.
You aren't even listening.

What are you doing?
Do you have a call boy?

If only. No, I want to see
if Stefano's at home.

Forget Stefano.
Besides, it's late.

If he answers, I'll hang up.

Hell. lt's out of order.

- Who could that be?
- Maybe the doctor wants to do some overtime.

Funny!

Who's there?

Come on. What are you waiting for?
Open the door.

Stefano!

Damn, I slept late.

Wake up, sleepyheads!

Aren't patients supposed to
have their breakfast in bed?

Ursula?

Katia?

Dani?

Bread and milk!
Anyone home?

I have to pick up the empties!

Anyone home?

- All on a desert island.
- Naked.

- In a storm.
- In a storm? Why?

- It's more emotional.
- You need an assist?

Oh, no.

L'm telling you, Doctor.

The pain starts here
and goes all the way down to here.

Didn't you say your husband was ill?

Yes, but it's killing me.

When we get up there,
maybe you could treat me too?

It's the same house anyway.

That's strange!

What are you doing?
This is just great!

What if you catch him too late?

What are you doing? You're parked
on a curve. How am I supposed to see you?

So write down my license
plate number and report it.

Your license plates?
Come back here!

You bastard!

Eight legs,
each more gorgeous than the next.

Ever since they got here,
you can't even count. lt's six!

Eight!
There are eight!

You never argue about gorgeous legs.
Six! Not eight!

But since they came,
two more arrived.

Eight legs,
eight tits and four sets of ass.

Get out of here.
You never set foot in that villa.

Moron!

You're the morons!

I tell you there were four girls up there!
The fourth one came by car.

Her car is still down there at the filling station.
Go see for yourself ifyou don't believe me.

Three or four or a thousand-
We can't lay a finger on 'em in this lousy town!

What happened? Did a tank hit you?
Damn! What a mess!

It was my fault.
I parked on a curve.

American plates.

Whose is it?

Belongs to one of the girls
staying up there at the old villa.

She left it here to be washed three days ago,
but I haven't seen her since.

I drove it up there myself today,
but no one was there.

Yes, she sprained her ankle.

Perhaps one of her relatives
came to pick her up.

Strange. They must have
left last night, because-

I've been here since early this morning.
No one's come down all day.

- Fill it up, Doctor?
- No, thanks. Not now.

Jane.

Don't look at me like that.

I had to do it.

I had to,jane! I had to!

They were only dolls.
Stupid dolls made out of flesh and blood.

But you're not like the others,jane.

You're different.

Everything would have been
different with you.

It was chance and necessity.
Remember?

In me they're monstrously inverted.

It was chance...

that drove me to the necessity to kill.

Ifyou let me see you
without your panties...

I'll go and get your doll.

No. Mama says you're a bad boy,
and so's your brother Franz.

Go get your own doll then.

All right. l'll let you see.

But first you've got to get me my dolly.

- You promise?
- Promise.

- Careful. lt's slippery.
- No, don't worry, Franz.

Gianni!

He kept falling and falling endlessly.

And then he hit the ground.

That sickening thump...
as the body hit the rocks.

And the blood sprayed everywhere!

Blood all over the rocks.

Bitches. Bitches!

They're capable of doing anything
to humiliate and exploit you!

Like Flo and Carol.

They knew my brother's accident
had left me mentally ill.

They knew I couldn't...

have normal relations with women.

Then they started blackmailing me.

Filthy bitches!

But...

they didn't know
what was in store for them.

I killed them.

I hacked them to pieces like dolls.

Those two were blackmailing you.

But why did you slaughter the others?

Dam saw me...

the day I followed Carol...

when she was on the back
of that motorbike with those two boys.

Dani would have remembered
sooner or later...

that Carol left with those two...

and I had the scarf.

I couldn't give her time to remember.

The colors...

were reversed.

The one Stefano had is red on black...

instead of black on red, like mine.

But that must mean...

you killed Stefano.

Yes. He came here.

He saw me.

Death is the best keeper of secrets.

Why did you come here, Jane? Why?

A doll!

You're only a stupid doll
like the others!

Let's get out of here.

Perhaps-

Perhaps there really is something
written in the stars about our situation.

If that truck hadn't hit me by chance...

I would never have known you were still here.

Some people would call it providence.

Franz called it necessity.