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It is a capitalist disease. They are all obscene.

Mussolini yesterday.

And today, Mauro Carpiano.

Carpiano is one of many.

Is that quite accurate?

He's rich enough to be able to afford the public image.

Wouldn't you say Carpiano is the most powerful political influence to emerge

the last decade?

It's one point of view.

To say any less would be naive.

And you're not naive.

So I can only surmise you're cautious.

Where Carpiano is concerned, it is necessary to be cautious.

He has a mind in every shadow.

Carpiano's father, he was highly respected?

He was a capitalist, but a man of some integrity.

Unlike his son.

The death of the father was convenient.

Look.

I despise Carpiano and everything he stands for.

Yes, I've read your articles.

You've been exposing men like Carpiano all over the world.

You can help me.

How? One name.

One piece of information.

Morlater. Morlater is dead.

He's alive. He committed suicide two months after the crash. It was in all

papers. He's alive.

And I intend to find him.

Trust me.

Trust me. Just me.

Please. Maybe I can help you. But it's difficult.

I know.

Hello, darling. Hello.

I don't know what you must think of me.

I completely forgot.

I do apologize, particularly as I invited you.

Lena Hayden. Harry Rue.

Thank you.

I think Harry will forgive you. He's an admirer. I hope.

I like your work.

And? And I think you're a tough journalist.

Thank you.

You latch on to something, you don't let go. I like that.

Articulate as well. Hmm.

Could I have a brandy?

Yeah.

I was more than that. It was intellectual subjection. A deliberate

values. Yes.

Telephone call for you. Thank you. Excuse me.

Hello? Yes?

Yes, of course.

When?

I'll come right away.

I'm glad you like her. I thought she'd be your cup of tea.

I'm sorry, I have to go.

Maybe we could lunch tomorrow.

Perhaps we could go to Torcello. Fine. That'd be lovely.

Good.

Goodbye.

That's odd.

I've never seen her so on edge before.

Maria, what's happened? My brother has regained consciousness.

Oh, thank God.

But there's permanent spine damage.

I'm sorry. His first words were for you. He's decided to help you, and you'll be

contacted tomorrow.

They're nice to see you. I know you scare you.

No, no, no.

Please, you take it. It's from Carlo.

Sorry about that. They're friends of my husband's. I haven't seen them for a

long time.

Hello. Hello, dear. Hi.

They're not worth the price.

Oh,

he was so persistent.

Shall we go?

Would you mind if we stopped on the way? I have to see someone.

Of course not.

Looks deserted

I

won't

be long Right

In there.

All right, get her back to the book.

All right, Lena.

What's this all about?

They beat him up and dumped his body into a bar.

It was then that I realized it was true, everything I'd heard about Carpiano.

And that's when you thought we might be useful?

Yes.

Antonio Carpiano died 1965.

Yeah, I recall. He was an industrialist.

Killed in an air crash on his way to Geneva. It was on the front page of all

Italian papers.

He was murdered.

The cause of the crash was officially a fuel tank explosion.

Do you have any reason to suggest anything else?

Certainly no apparent reason.

But what?

They knew nothing of his son Mauro's political ambition.

To get what he wanted, he needed money.

Lots of money.

His share of the inheritance was estimated at well over 50 million. The

heir? The wife was dead. He was an only child.

Didn't anybody put two and two together?

Not really. Not until now. Why should they?

Morlite was Antonio Carpiano's sequitur.

Probably his closest friend and confidant.

He knew all about the son and his dream.

Didn't Morlite commit suicide?

A body was found in the lagoon, badly decomposed.

His sister Elaine identified him, but... You think Morlite is still alive?

I know he is.

And I'm very close to finding him.

He's here somewhere.

He knows the truth about Carpiano? Yes.

He's the only one that could expose him.

And I intend to write the truth that Carpiano arranged his own father's

I don't believe it.

Buon attimo.

It is the Contessa di Contini?

Yes.

Forgive my forwardness. I knew your husband. We fenced together in Rome.

A fine swordsman.

I am Mauro Capiano.

And this is Miss Hayden and Mr. Rule.

Miss Hayden I have met.

Mr. Rule?

I found your last article stimulating, though somewhat misinformed, in place.

Really? Yes.

Maybe we should meet and talk together at length at some future date.

Perhaps you would consider an in -depth interview.

That might be fascinating.

Why don't you contact my press secretary and arrange it?

Are you in Venice long?

Long enough.

I thought you were in Rome.

Yes.

Are you a journalist also, Mr. Ruth?

No.

You are American?

Yeah. A perplexing country, America.

So many voices.

So many factions.

That's right.

That's what makes it interesting.

Please excuse me. I must be going. Of course.

Miss Hayden?

This is the room.

Ruthie is conscious.

I beg your pardon? A young Jew.

He had an accident.

I'm sorry to hear that.

All right, tell us all you know about Morlater.

If we're going to find him, we've got to know everything we can.

We think we've found my life's sister.

Did you know Gabrielle was in Venice?

Yes, and you must hurry.

If he finds the old man first, everything will have been for nothing.

Señora,

si?

We are looking for Elaine Morlighter.

There's no one of that name here.

You are not? No, no. Please, please, we're closing.

Your brother's in danger.

My brother is dead.

Who are you?

We are here to help.

Carpiano's in Venice.

He knows my brother's alive?

Yes, sir.

We're looking for a guy named hollow

I've

got a letter from it

I will take you to him.

Had Carpiano already tried to silence you?

No.

Up until then, all he tried to do was to buy my silence.

But I knew it was only a matter of time.

When you've met it once, the next time is not so hard.

Are you all right?

Would you like to rest? No, no, no, no.

It's a relief to tell someone after so long.

So, you arranged the suicide?

I was in hiding.

Every day waking, not knowing that was the day they'd find me.

And the body was found in the lagoon.

It was Helen's idea to claim it.

The age and build were the same.

It had been in the water for months.

And the deception worked.

At least, until now.

Another boat with many men is coming. We need a car.

Over there.

Follow in the boat. Cut them off.

All right, get a boat, any boat. I'll meet you at the landing stage.

Yes.

All right.

All right.

I get this going. Go.

Andate.

My dear Morlater, you're supposed to be dead.

You must forgive my associates.

They are sometimes overenthusiastic. Please accept my apologies.

Does that mean we can go?

But of course.

I still intend to write the whole story. Based on the ramblings of an old man

who faked his own death.

You're looking very old, Paolo.

And very pale.

How is she?

That will be the police.

You did call them, Mr. Ruhle?

He'll explain how it was all an unfortunate misunderstanding.

A top priority call to Rome and the whole thing will never have happened.

You will shortly be

leaving Venice.

I may not see you again.

Sir.

Goodbye.

better write that article in.

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