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Boy, wouldja look at that...

- Move over, it's my turn! - Can it!

I paid for it, you jerk! Let me have a look!

- Come on, it's my turn now! - Can it, I'm watching!

Cut it out, come on!

DEATH CARRIES A CANE

- You're a pain in the neck! - Lemme have a look!

- I wanna see my house from here! - Move over!

Found your home right there, man! The penitentiary!

Hey, ain't that your girlfriend?

- What? My girl? - I'd recognize her butt anywhere!

Can't get wrong with that!

Guess you're right, man. That's her bum, indeed.

- Toldja. - That slut!

- She told me she was visiting her auntie! - Don't get upset, pal, it's business!

Just forget it, man!

Let's skedaddle.

Yeah, let's get some grub for tonight.

Dad, stand right next to Mom.

Perfect. Keep still now.

Ready...

Done! Let's take another picture!

Raise your heads and give me a nice smile.

I even framed the church in the background, you can see twelve from where we are.

Alberto and I counted them once.

Kathy, I'm afraid Alberto is ten minutes late.

We risk losing our flight.

He's almost never on time.

- Don't get agitated. - Keep still for another picture!

Let's see if we can see his terrace in the telescope.

I wonder if Alberto's still home.

What a guy.

He's so lazy, he'd never leave his bed.

In this respect Alberto is absolutely Italian!

We Swedes are the opposite.

Yes, but we have a plane to catch, and he's got our tickets!

Don't get upset, Theodor.

The bishop will be mad at me if I am not in Stockholm by tomorrow.

Hey, wait a minute!

- God, it's horrible! - What's wrong, Kathy?

- He's murdering her! - Murdering who? Alberto?

Not Alberto! There's a man stabbing a girl to death!

- They're in that house! - Which one?

Behind that window!

Wait, maybe I can see his face.

If only he'd turn around...

He is! Damn it!

Hurry, give me another coin!

I see chestnuts scattered on the ground!

Maybe the killer knocked them over while escaping!

I want to find out what street it is.

Zilch, no luck.

- Number 57! Who can we ask? - I don't know.

Let's ask that cop!

- You, police officer! - I'm a fireman.

Somebody stabbed a girl! Do something!

- I can't, sorry. - What the hell are you talking about?

My wife wouldn't understand the situation, you see.

There's no time to waste!

- Call the emergency service. - Do it yourself, then!

I'd be happy to, but it's my day off.

I gotta spend it with the family, my wife would give me an earful otherwise.

Utter madness!

Alberto!

- At last. - What happened?

Something horrible.

I saw a woman being murdered. Stabbed.

- A woman? - Yes, in the telescope.

Are you really sure?

- Sorry I'm late, though. - Hi, Alberto.

- Nice to see you. - Hello.

- We better find a phone. - Yes.

How long before they arrive in Stockholm?

A couple hours.

Did you see his face?

Whose face?

The killer's.

I told you already, the telescope blacked out just as the man exited the house.

What about the chestnut vendor and the girl?

I didn't pay much attention to them.

Have you figured out what street it is?

No, the view was too narrow.

But I got a good look at the front door of the house.

It was small and it had a staircase.

I even saw the number, it was 57.

Are you sure?

Would you be able to recognize it?

Absolutely.

- Can you drive any faster? - Are you really determined to do this?

The inspector is waiting.

Strangled or stabbed?

Stabbed. I explained to you already, Inspector.

- Did you check the time? - No.

But I can tell you what time it was exactly.

- When were we supposed to meet? - Around six.

Then it was exactly ten minutes past six.

How can you be so sure of that?

Before, right after managing to make the telescope work,

my father said that Alberto was ten minutes late.

Alberto?

- Who's Alberto? - I'm Alberto.

Eight more beats and we're good to go.

Turn on the light, Anna.

Synchronizing footage with music is the secret to good audio accompaniment.

Let me have a look.

- Well done. - You think so?

Sculptures made from rags are a nice gimmick.

- You snapped the pictures, too? - No, Kathy did. It's her hobby.

- Good job, congratulations. - Only thing she excels at.

- Lovemaking aside, I mean. - Thank god for that.

Marco, I thought they might be good for that show you're planning to do.

A dramatic background would be a nice touch instead of the usual sappy choreography.

It would bring more originality and create a certain contrast with the music.

- I presume you agree with me. - Yes, of course.

It's something we already discussed, after all.

Although, they might look a bit too concentration camp-like grim.

Nonsense, if you use colored fabric they'll look much less gruesome.

- I trust your gut. - You know where Lidia is, Marco?

- Isn't she at the newsroom? - She isn't, I tried.

Maybe she's around to work on some report.

She's so good she could report a murder case even before the victim is killed.

Gotta get back to work now, I'm a little behind.

See you soon.

- Bye, Marco. - Bye.

Turn off the lights, let's start over.

I'm sorry, dear.

I can't go on, I don't know what's wrong.

- You don't like me anymore? - Don't be silly.

I've been to a doctor, he said it's normal when somebody is under mental pressure.

This show is driving me mad.

You know how important this is to me.

You better answer it, it's probably your damn newspaper.

- Hello? - Hi, Lidia.

- Who is it? - It's Kathy, don't you recognize my voice?

I've been looking for you all evening.

Have you heard any sensational crime news?

Yes, Marco has become impotent.

Great, why don't you tell all of Rome?

- Did you hear about a recent murder? - A murder?

Let me think...

Oh, yes! A transvestite was strangled in the Lungotevere area.

No, a different murder. I saw a woman being killed!

Yes, a naked girl. Massacred with a knife.

Zilch, there's nothing in today's paper.

About what?

The murder.

Guess you must have imagined it, then.

Please, not this again.

I told you I saw it with my own eyes!

The eyes of a hothead!

You read too many giallo novels, Kathy.

Take some pictures of this one when you can.

- All right? - Sure.

Excuse me, Miss, but I have to ask you a few questions.

Yes, come in.

Alberto, the inspector here would like to ask us a few little questions.

I wonder what he's going to ask us about.

Don't be alarmed, Inspector.

I'm not Jack the Ripper, it's for a show.

Sit down.

- Please, Inspector, sit down. - Thanks, but I'm not tired.

Nice terrace you have.

You were right, you know?

- You found her? - Yes.

See? They've found my corpse.

Well, talk about fun. A poor woman's dead.

- Miss... - Yes?

Could you please tell me what you remember about the murderer?

I couldn't see his face at all, but I'm sure that...

Yes, I'm sure he was dressed in black.

He had a large hat, and it was black too.

It was like...

Like that one over there.

MS. MARTINEZ'S MURDERER FORTUITOUSLY PHOTOGRAPHED BY A GERMAN TOURIST

Who is it?

Who is it?

Who is it?!

- Santillo? - Yes, Inspector?

Is this the guy who said he didn't know anything when we questioned him?

Yeah, and we squeezed him like a lemon.

Looks like you didn't squeeze him enough.

Razor or knife?

The autopsy will tell us.

A clean cut to the carotid artery.

I'd say he was killed no more than two hours ago.

Giorgi, measure the distance between each bloodstain.

Inspector Merugi?

You're the first one to arrive, I'd be surprised otherwise.

Another victim with a slit throat, right?

- That's correct. - As I suspected.

Any developments in the Martinez murder investigation?

We're at a standstill, excuse the lingo.

What about the McDonald killing?

I bet there's a connection between the three murders.

Well, that's a possibility.

Then it could be the work of a sex maniac.

Don't quote statements I never made, mind you.

See you around, busybody.

That's an enlargement of the bloody footprints found where Martinez was killed.

This one was found in front of the chestnut vendor's shack.

Both identical to the ones in the McDonald case, the Australian dancer...

... who had her throat slit in that boarding house.

I see.

You were right, Inspector, these three killings were done by the same person.

Did Forensics confirm that these footprints were made by a cane?

Yes, a cane with a metal tip.

- Then our culprit might be lame. - Correct.

This could make things easier.

Get me the files of all deviants and sex offenders with a leg disability.

This might be our break in the case.

Hello?

It's for you.

Hello? Yes?

Right now?

Yes, all right.

It's the chief.

"The case is still shrouded in mystery, the investigation is at a standstill."

So much for not quoting my statements.

Well played, Lidia.

Damn reporters...

Call the Paese Sera offices, tell them I want to speak with Lidia Arrighi.

Hello?

Hello, Inspector! Any developments?

The tourist has returned to Germany.

I mean, it's not like l could have stopped him.

Yes, of course I questioned him.

Nope, nothing, otherwise I'd have a scoop in my hands.

- The name? - He wants to remain anonymous.

See you around.

I need a blow-up of the picture that German tourist took.

Get me all we know about the girl who was with the chestnut vendor.

You don't think that...

If the girl saw the murderer's face she could be in danger.

- We must track her down. - I'll handle it.

Lolli? My razor blade.

Compile your report on stamped paper and give it to the sarge on duty.

We have ascertained that the murderer has a leg injury.

Does it tell you anything?

- No, it doesn't, Inspector. - Well, it does to me.

- Do you suspect somebody? - Indeed. You.

I hope you're not serious, Inspector.

My profession does not put me in the position to joke.

How come you were limping the day you came to report Ms. Martinez's murder?

I had sprained my ankle.

- How did you sprain it? - A stupid accident.

A stupid accident, while I was...

I slipped while loading some suitcases in the car.

- Let's pretend you're telling the truth. - "Pretend"? I'm not lying!

- Calm down. - Calm down, my foot!

- You're accusing me! - Not at all, I only asked a question.

I feel like I'm being interrogated.

Indeed.

Take a look at this picture.

It's a still from a TV segment about an exhibition of yours, made four months ago.

Do you recognize the woman?

Well, I actually...

I was with Kathy.

You sure?

What if I told you that the woman you're drinking with is Ms. Martinez?

The murdered girl.

Miss Martinez?

That's impossible! I never even met her!

- Shall I go see the lieutenant? - Nope, the sarge on duty, I told you!

- I have the stamps. - I said stamped paper, not stamps!

Knock it off, damn it!

He denied knowing her.

This puts us back to square one.

I'm not totally convinced, though.

Have him followed.

Lolli.

All this because you had to tell the police!

You offer those people a finger and they'll take your whole arm!

And they always get you confused, especially if you're innocent like myself!

I almost lost it when they asked how I sprained my ankle!

What has your ankle got to do with the murder?

Damned if I know! They see a connection!

They ascertained the killer is lame.

Hey, something's wrong?

Nothing.

I need to use the toilet.

Kathy.

The bathroom's over there.

Why are you taking your suitcase along?

Well, l...

I was packing up a few things.

Packing up? Where are you going at this hour?

To a hotel. I can't sleep in this house.

I've caused you a lot of trouble and...

What trouble? I don't get you.

Well, you see...

I keep thinking about what the inspector said.

What he said about the limping murderer...

- I got a good look at him. - So what?

You believe that I...

That would be pure insanity!

Get back in bed or I swear I'll slap you around!

No, no.

Give your imagination a break and get back in bed.

Extra! Extra! More details on the Martinez case!

Police question Alberto Morosini in connection to the murders!

Extra! Extra! Alberto Morosini is a suspect in the crimes!

Alberto Morosini?

I was Ms. Martinez's cleaning lady.

I know who killed her.

Meet me tonight, I live in Piazza della Fontana 6.

Ask for Marta.

You come alone?

- Yes. - Come in.

Come in, don't be shy.

I hope you will forgive me for receiving you in the kitchen.

That's all right.

- Sit down, please. - Thank you.

- Are you a journalist? - No.

- What did you want to tell me, Ma'am? - Call me Marta.

- Would you like a drink? - No, thanks.

- You said you know something. - Indeed I do.

I know who killed poor Ms. Martinez and Rocco, the chestnut vendor.

That fool played with fire and paid for it.

Why didn't you tell the police?

I wouldn't have gotten anything out of it, do you think I'm stupid?

What Rocco told me, though, could be worth a lot of money.

Some opportunities come only once in a lifetime.

I need money, you see.

- You got any? - How much?

Five hundred thousand lire.

I don't have the money right now, but I could find it.

- You'll ask reporters? - Yeah.

Always them, they're good on their toes just like Ms. Martinez was at dancing.

Very well.

Don't mention my name, though, I don't want to end up like Rocco.

- Who did it? - Money first.

I'll come back here tomorrow night, same time.

Fine by me.

Very well, not a peep to anyone, understand?

- Yes, yes. - Keep cool, because otherwise...

- Things could get dangerous. - Don't you worry.

I can handle myself.

I need money, you see.

- You got any? - How much?

Five hundred thousand lire.

There.

Well? I think that's enough proof.

Are you finally convinced, Inspector, that I have nothing to do with the murders?

I could be, assuming the tape is authentic.

Turn it back on.

Hello, Merugi speaking.

Yes?

Is the district attorney there?

All right.

- What's the old woman's name? - Marta.

Marta Guerri.

- Where does she live? - Piazza della Fontana 6.

Are you going to bring her in?

Yes. With a morgue wagon.

This one's perfect.

It got damaged, but every time I used it nobody noticed my...

You think it can be fully repaired?

Don't worry, Ma'am. I'll fix it with an everlasting orthopedic insert.

- When can you get it done? - About a couple of days.

I trust you'll do a proper job. Good day.

Let's go, Riccardo.

Ma'am, your sister's on the telephone.

Hello?

Hi, Silvia. How are you?

Hi. It took me quite a while to find you.

What are you doing in that cesspool of a club?

Come on now, don't talk like that.

It's Marco you hear playing, he rented the club for rehearsing his show.

Yes, the dancer is Magda Hopkins.

The American one, yes, she's great.

Marco discovered her.

- I'm over the moon about her. - You and your easy enthusiasms...

I bet she's just like the other ones.

You know I'm not fond of those kinds of artists, I hate them!

I called to see if you wanted to come over for dinner tonight.

I'm sorry, but Marco is so busy with work that he doesn't want to see anyone.

I am also very busy, following a very interesting case.

You and your husband are such a match.

He is as obsessed with music as you are with crime.

Whatever. I'll see you some other time.

Bye.

- Good morning. - Good morning, Inspector.

- How are you? - My limping is gone, as you can notice.

I also started shaving with an electric razor,

I don't think about doing exhibitions anymore,

and I always go to appointments ten minutes early.

- I'd like to apologize about the photo. - What photo?

The one with you and Ms. Martinez.

The one I showed you at the police station.

It was fake, a trick to study your reactions.

Next time you better call a cardiologist, your trick almost gave me a heart attack.

Have you noticed anything unusual lately?

- Another trick of yours? - No.

You know you're being tailed?

Me? Tailed?

I don't think anybody is following me.

Alas, you are.

Nice stockings.

That's right, my dear Morosini, you're being followed day and night.

By your men, I suppose?

No, by the murderer.

But why would the killer be following me?

Because you found yourself on his path.

That's why I wanted to meet you here, I hope he'll give himself away.

- I'm not thrilled about this. - I can't blame you.

Our killer doesn't shy away from using his razor.

Let me tell you something.

I am fond about fishing, so I know it takes a special bait to catch a special fish.

And that bait is you.

- Me? - Right.

You're the one on the front line now.

You, your girlfriend and the girl who was with the chestnut vendor.

After stabbing the two girls to death, our culprit...

Two girls?

Yes, two.

Do you remember the McDonald case?

- She was Australian. - Yes, of course I do.

What's the connection between the murders?

Same culprit, same technique.

No doubts about it.

He did not hesitate to commit two more murders in order to remain on the loose.

We're dealing with a rather cunning individual.

That's why I need your cooperation.

THE KILLER STRIKES AGAIN - AMERICAN DANCER MAGDA HOPKINS KILLED LAST NIGHT

I like these things, you know? Someday I'll ask you to give me one for my daughter.

Well, what do you think about my new trick?

Ah, it's excellent.

A tad too dangerous, though.

We'll take every precaution.

Have you found the right girl for it?

Of course.

It's Kathy.

Kathy? What's wrong with you?

Yes, I believe she's the perfect choice, don't you think?

Well, actually...

You reckon she'll accept?

Who, Kathy? Yeah, she's reckless.

We'll go into action tomorrow night,

after the extra edition of the newspaper comes out.

Don't forget to tell her about the cane.

GIRL IN THE PICTURE IDENTIFIED BY HER BAG - POLICE KEEPS NAME SECRET

My, she's a regular doll!

- Boy, what a bod! - Hey!

Playing hard to get?

Hop in, let's go.

Well? Changed your mind?

What you lookin' at?

Come on, get in the car.

- One hundred thousand lire. - Come again?

- One hundred thousand what?! - One hundred thousand lire.

Get bent a hundred thousand times, you bitch!

It's only a matter of time, he'll fall into the trap.

One hundred thousand lire.

Patrol cars 1 and 2, move in quickly.

Kathy!

Out of the car!

You, General?

What's the meaning of this, Merugi?

Well...

- Enough exercises for tonight. - Of course.

Try to stop me near the fire next time, it's damp here.

Give me back my cane, please.

I want you to personally return the money tomorrow morning in my office.

It's only fair, my dear Merugi, considering you ruined my evening.

Good night, General.

Excuse me, Miss? Are you in charge of the fashion column?

- Well? - Yes, I also write about fashion.

Nice, I'll step into your office then.

Make yourself at home.

I am Asdrubale Magno, owner of the renowned Magno Company,

producing leather goods and lotsa more.

Don't mind if I make myself comfy, I was dead tired.

- Look, see this bag? - Yeah, of course.

I made it, believe it or not, and I'm ready to launch it on the market.

It's all about good marketing, even Silvio Pellico said that.

The Magno Company is planning a big advertising campaign,

linking the bag with the murders.

I got the perfect title you can use for when they'll manage to catch the killer:

"Magno bag crucial in uncovering the killer."

Pure gold, trust me.

Only then will I launch on the market a lot of bags...

... matching the lone sample I have already sold.

How much do you think this kind of publicity is gonna cost me?

Hold on a minute. You said you only managed to sell a single bag, right?

That's right. All today's people crave is sex and blood.

Hence my idea of linking the bag with the murders, got it?

- And do you know the girl? - What girl?

- Yes, the one who bought the bag. - Oh, you mean the hooker!

We at Magno know every single one of our dear, order-placing clientele.

- Anyway, I was saying that... - Hold it.

I don't know how much it would cost.

Get me that girI's name and I promise we'll provide you everything for free.

Free? Holy moly, I'd even give you my dead grandmother's particulars for that!

Wait a second, I'll get right to it.

It'll just take this phone call.

Hullo?

This thingy ain't working.

Hullo? It's working now.

Sweetheart, give me the address of that hooker who bought the bag.

You don't what? I mean the bag I made outta that snake I killed near the creek!

Yeah, yeah, that one.

Yes, that nice-looking girl who claimed she worked for some countess.

Yeah, right before we found out she was a hooker.

Talking with my missus, sorry to keep you waiting.

You mind me using the phone?

- Don't worry, go ahead. - Won't take a minute.

What? You found it?

Yeah, Ines Ferretti! Now I remember!

Say that again? Via Alba 40?

Got it, see you at the bus stop in a couple hours.

Don't forget to buy some beans, the big white ones! Bye!

I have everything planned to a T,

photographing the dead alongside the bags will be a great marketing stunt.

Is she coming?

Yes.

But it took me a while to convince her.

It's hard to be persuasive over the phone.

It's crazy that a person's life is in danger because of a few chestnuts.

Did you ask her if she can recognize the killer?

No, I was afraid the question would frighten her even more.

When I asked her if she works as a prostitute she almost hung up on me.

Solving this case would be the scoop of my life.

The police would look like a bunch of fools.

Just think about that stupid prostitute trap they laid out.

I can already imagine the look on the inspector's face.

Let's pretend she didn't see the killer, then you'd kiss your scoop goodbye.

She's much too scared, too afraid of stepping forward.

I'm convinced she knows something.

Ms. Ferretti?

- Yes. - Come in.

Thanks.

Ms. Lidia will be right with you, make yourself comfortable.

Thanks.

No! No!

- This is the emergency line. - Hello?

- Hello? - Emergency line? Hello?

- Hello? Hello? - I know who the killer is!

- This is the emergency line. - Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?!

- I can't hear anything, sorry. - I know who the killer is!

Gotta find a coin! Don't hang up!

Wait! Wait! Don't hang up!

- Wait! Don't hang up, I beg you! - The line is not working properly.

Hello? Hello?!

I know who the killer is!

Don't hang up! Don't hang up!

Wait a minute, l beg you! Help me!

Help me!

Are you still there? Don't hang up!

Well, at least I can keep this wig.

You reckon I'll have to use it again?

Save it for the next funerals.

The death toll is getting higher by the day.

And the killer managed to avoid the trap.

He's no fool, and he's making us look like a pack of idiots.

And I had to pretend to be a hooker.

You cannot imagine the kind of things men told me.

You know, Alberto, I took a big decision.

The most important one of my whole life.

I've decided to become a singer.

- Sing? - I've recorded a couple of songs. Not bad.

We're neck deep in trouble right now and you think about singing?

We cannot keep occupying our time with murders,

cripples, sex offenders and aroused generals.

Life goes on.

Yeah, as long as we don't get killed.

All right, you want to listen to my songs or not?

If you wish.

You're in for a surprise.

It's not here, where the hell did it go?

Alberto, have you seen the tape recorder?

- In the kitchen. - Oh, right!

- I can't find it! It's not here! - Try in the oven.

Found it!

Get ready now.

No, that's not it.

Nope, not this one either.

Next try.

I need what I asked you.

I don't have the money right now, but I could find it.

- You'll ask reporters? - Yeah.

Always them, they're good on their toes just like Ms. Martinez was at dancing.

Very well.

Hold on a minute!

What's the matter?

Listen.

- You'll ask reporters? - Yeah.

Always them, they're good on their toes just like Ms. Martinez was at dancing.

Very well.

You get it now?

- No. - It's so simple!

"They're good on their toes just like Ms. Martinez was at dancing."

So Ms. Martinez was a dancer!

The newspapers said that McDonald was attending a classical ballet school.

Magda Hopkins was another trained dancer.

If we can ascertain that Martinez also had something to do with dancing...

Well, it would narrow things down.

You're right! We've got to tell Inspector Merugi immediately!

No way! Not this time, my dear!

Knowing his tricks, he could be capable of...

... making me dress up as a ballerina and dance The Dying Swan.

Lidia!

Thanks.

- Hello? - Hi, Lidia! So glad I found you!

Hi, Alberto, how are you?

You're an early bird. What's up?

Have you followed the McDonald murder investigation?

Yeah, as a journalist.

Do you remember if she attended a dance school?

Yes, she went to a dance academy run by a Russian woman named Orlovich.

Got a pencil?

- No, wait. The name's Okrowich. - Excuse me?

- She went to the Okrowich dance academy. - Okrowich...

You know where it is?

You can find the address in the phone directory.

Oh, right! Of course!

Why did you ask me, though?

Well, I can't get into details, but I believe I'm onto something.

Really? Damn, that would be fantastic!

Yeah, but don't tell anybody yet.

I won't, don't worry.

You're a real gem, thanks.

- I'll be in touch, bye! - All right, bye.

Hello?

Hi, Silvia.

Was there a girl named Martinez at the dance school you attended?

Never heard of her, don't bother me with that stuff!

You know very well that since I fractured my leg I don't want to talk about dancing!

No...

No, it couldn't be her...

No, it couldn't...

No, it couldn't be her.

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no...

No, it couldn't be.

It couldn't be, it couldn't be, it couldn't be...

THE MARTINEZ MURDER - DEATH OF SPANISH GIRL STILL SHROUDED IN MYSTERY

Desolated, but I've never met this Ms. Martinez.

Well, according to my...

Whatever, but I repeat I have never seen her.

Besides, this is not the only dance school in Rome.

Poor Ms. McDonald was one of our best students.

- I'm sorry. - Thanks anyway.

- Good day. - Good day.

- Well? - No luck.

- They said they never heard of her. - Blast it.

Step on it, if they see me with you they'll fire me!

- But... - Go, go!

OKROWICH CLASSICAL DANCE ACADEMY

- Are you sure? - Dead sure.

That witch lied so there wouldn't be bad publicity for the school.

Ms. Martinez was one of our students.

She was using an alias because she didn't want her parents in Spain to know.

How do you know all that?

Besides being the academy secretary, I was also Martinez's best friend.

Stop the car, I must go back.

- I can drive you. - No, they might see us.

Have you got a pen?

- When will we see you again? - I don't know. I must go now.

Here, this is my number. Call me.

- What do you think, Alberto? - That we're in a huge mess.

Hello, police?

I'd like to speak with Inspector Merugi.

Yes, of course, I'll hold.

- You sure about this lockpick? - Well, I got it at a flea market.

It's freezing! It may be excitement, but...

Pipe down, you.

The ground floor windows lead to the gym.

The ballroom and storage room are on the upper floors.

You already know where the main office is.

- Where's the archive? - Second floor.

What's wrong? Feeling cold?

It may be excitement, but I need to pee.

Well, go ahead.

What if Mrs. Okrowich finds out?

Breaking and entering, two and a half years.

- All done? - Yep.

Let's go.

- Where do they keep the photographs? - Over there.

CLASS I

CLASS II

CLASS III

- You sure she was in this class? - Dead sure.

- Why are you doing this? - What do you mean?

Why are you trying to help, why are you so invested in this.

I was a good friend of Ms. Martinez.

We were bound by something bigger than brotherly love.

We loved each other.

Why didn't you tell the police you knew her?

Because I need this job.

Another scandal would have destroyed Mrs. Okrowich's school for good.

Besides, she'd have fired me for sure.

Alberto, I need to pee again!

You're a handful, Kathy!

The bathroom's behind that door.

What the hell are you taking pictures of?

This absolutely lovely costume!

Kathy, forget about fashion and take pictures of these albums!

- All of them? - Yeah, all of them!

- Where is the archive? - Upstairs.

We better hurry!

Behind this door.

The flashlight.

It can't be...

My god...

Why?

But why?

Blast it...

Give me some light, Alberto.

Come over here.

I just discovered the most incredible thing.

Now I know who the murderer is.

Alberto?

Alberto, what are you...

Kathy!

No! Help! Help me!

Alberto!

Alberto!

Alberto!

Help me!

Alberto!

Help!

Help...

No! No!

Kathy!

- Kathy! - Alberto...

Marco...

Yes. Marco.

I'm sorry, Lidia.

I had to do it.

Maybe it's for the best.

But Marco...

He wasn't lame.

Inspector, you told me that...

I don't understand.

He faked it.

A cunning way to fool the police.

God, but why...

So you...

Lidia, you knew that...

No.

His whole life was a deceit.

I just happened to stumble upon the truth.

I noticed some phrases while I was rearranging his musical scores.

They were written in a twisted handwriting.

The thoughts of a madman, entrusted to the music he loved so much.

Marco was paranoid, and obsessed with the fear of failure.

He killed his victims to erase from his sick mind...

... the suffering of a life doomed to failure.

He pretended to have become impotent,

as if to protect me from his mental illness...

... which would have forced him to kill me.

Then he decided to win me back,

as if to make me believe that he was cured.

When we discovered the clue about the dance school, I almost suspected my sister.

It made sense, given her leg condition.

Marco's music will go on, at least within myself.

THE END

Subtitled by Francesco Massaccesi