All language subtitles for house-window-eng

THE HOUSE
WITH LAUGHING WINDOWS

The colors...

My colors...

Coming out of my veins.

They're soft, my colors.

Sweet like autumn

and hot as blood.

They're smooth like syphilis.

And they go...

They go into people's eyes,

spreading infection.

My colors, my colors.

They're in my arms, my colors.

My God... far away...

They go far away, my colors.
Far away.

They're moving away.

You have to die for them.

Open your insides.

Oh, almighty God.

Purifying...

Far, far...

Far from everything.

Purity...

Purity...

These are all my colors.

These are all my colors.

Son of a whore... Yes, there.

My God... There.

There, my God...
I feel like I'm dying.

I'm dying.

There... Death!

Purifying... Purifying...

I'm dying... Purifying...

I did it just in time.

Hold on tight, hold on tight.

Hold on tight... My colors...

Good morning, I'm Solmi.

Pleased to meet you.

No, take hers.

But it's not the best way
to approach women these days.

Anyway, welcome.

Coppola!

I wrote to you at the Academy.

At the risk of making it up, I thought,

"We need a well-known local artist
who attracts people."

A bit like Guastalla with Antonio Ligabue.

Without tourism around here,
it's all over.

The thermal springs are no longer enough
to bring people in.

Take us to the church.

Anyway,
I'm sure you'll do a good job.

Let's hope so.

The painter of the fresco, Legnani,
died at least 20 years ago.

We can't even name a street after him.

- That's why we called you. Understand?
- Yes, of course.

As soon as your beautiful work
is finished,

it will become
one of the region's four main attractions.

Along with the women,
the water and the silence.

What are you doing?
Are you drunk?

Me? Drunk?

The fresco's in an old out-of-the-way church.
The priest's in charge there.

Legnani painted it there.
So, we can't move it, can we?

The church has been demolished
and rebuilt several times, I believe.

If it weren't for me,
it wouldn't be here anymore.

Solmi says you came here during the war.

Correct. First the church
was a refuge for the SS.

Then it was used to store dead bodies.

The priest had been gone for a while.

Only the walls were still standing.

So, I rolled up my sleeves
and soon everything was back to normal.

Now they've discovered that this rubbish
was painted by Buono Legnani.

It needs to be restored and everything.

And so the peace
that I thought I'd found has gone.

He's a great painter.

Only a great artist could portray death
in such an authentic way.

He understood everything.

Maybe, but do you think,
with all the nice clean walls around here,

that we really need this rubbish?

Poor man.

He may not even have known
that he was in a church.

They didn't call him crazy for nothing.

What are you doing?
Are you starting already?

I'm just taking a look.

I'll leave you to it.

You may think I'm rude,
but I haven't had breakfast yet.

Don't take your work too seriously.

If you expect gratitude here,

you'll have a long wait.

She should stay in her own place
doing what she does best.

Here you go.

Yes?

There's a phone call for you.

- Over there.
- Thank you.

- Hello? Hello?
- Go away.

He doesn't want you...

Hello? Who's speaking?

Don't touch that painting.

Good morning, Miss.
Welcome. How are you?

Hello, Mr. Poppi.

Today we have an excellent cotechino.

Here's your cheese.

- Would you like a coffee?
- Thank you.

You scared me at the hotel today.

Finally a new face in this hole!

- You're here for work?
- That's right.

Please, sit down.

Sorry, this seat's taken.

Antonio!

- I hope you'll thank me.
- I'll sit over there.

- What are you doing here?
- What am I doing here?

Who do you think
gave them your address?

They were looking for an expert restorer,
so I thought of my failed artist.

How are you now?

It's all over.

I'm absolutely fine.

I was right, it was just a breakdown.

- I just needed a change of air.
- And to leave Marcella?

That slut?

Let's not kid ourselves, huh?

Who is she?

She's a teacher.

The whole town's had her.

If you want her, hurry up.
They want to throw her out.

- Have you been to the church?
- This morning.

- So, you've seen the fresco?
- Yes. Why?

I'd have preferred it
if you'd seen it with me.

You mustn't tell anybody this.

I think I've discovered
the most extraordinary story.

That's why I got them to call you.

You're sick?

No, I'm fine.

I'm absolutely fine.

But I'll see you later.
I have to go now.

Bye.
I'll be in touch.

He'll take two pills,
and he'll be as good as new.

You have a nice place here.
Is it yours?

No, I rent it.
I haven't been here long.

Antonio told me you're a teacher.

- Is that right?
- That's right.

- What do you teach?
- The kids. What else would I teach?

- Must be boring.
- How much sugar?

Just a little. That will do.

Go on, take it sweet.

I always have tea
when I want to make a good impression.

I want to make a good impression
with you.

Let me tell you something.

You have a sad face.

I meant that you seem nice.

A few years ago, no one would have dared
to just call me nice with my body...

If you feel lonely, you can come back.
You know the way.

I'll see you soon.
But not in the morning, I'm in school.

Alright.

If you want to understand this,
I must take you somewhere.

I'll take you tomorrow.

There's a house with laughing windows.

That's your extraordinary story
from last night?

You used to have more imagination.

You know what they called Legnani here?
The painter of agony.

- You got that?
- How jolly!

Yes, jolly.

Imagine when they started
running out of corpses.

Come here, Forest.

Here you go, Doctor.

I'll see you tomorrow.

You were telling me
about painting agony?

Hey!
Good morning to you!

How are the tests going?

Has the equipment that we ordered arrived?
Are you happy with it?

You're wasting your money, Solmi.

The eels won't come back to this river.

It's full of remnants from the war.

I'll be off now.

I need to start working, too.

See you later.

- Mind if I walk with you?
- Not at all.

I interrupted you.
What were you talking about?

Nothing important.

Just stuff about the painter
and dead bodies.

Your poor friend

would be a real asset
if he didn't have all those weird ideas.

What is it?

Some idiot's been making
prank phone calls to me.

Do you know anything about that?

There used to be this man, Zanotti.

He would call women at night
and later say that he'd got them pregnant.

But then he was arrested.

It's best if you forget it.
There's nothing you can do about it.

Who brings these flowers?

I don't know.

Why, do they bother you?

- Get out of here, you drunkard!
- Let me go!

You're going to break everything!

- I said get out!
- Stop it!

- What are you doing?
- No way!

Don't break my balls!

You know that if I talk...

You know that if I want to...

Do you know that?
Yes or no?

You'll stop that now.
Right?

Once and for all.

You know what I mean.

Now go home.
Get out. Get out!

Give me a cigarette first.

It's all fine.

- Thank you, Marshal.
- Don't mention it, Mr. Poppi.

Thank you. Thank you.

I'm sorry.
What can we do?

This is the only restaurant in the town.

We have to think about it
before throwing anybody out.

- How was your pasta this evening?
- Good. Very good.

- You're here for the restoration.
- How do you know?

Everybody knows everything here.

Since Solmi arrived - the short guy -

things have started to change.

I think for the better.

And when somebody's a lucky sod...

As they say... a lucky sod.

You understand me, right?

Solmi may be able to make a fortune
from that paint-stinger.

I wouldn't mind that.

Don't ask me why,
but I have ten or so of these.

And Solmi's chasing after them
like crazy.

- They're extraordinary.
- Yes.

That's my wife. I'd give them all to him,
but they all belong to her.

To my wife.

Poor thing, she's no longer herself.
We basically live separately.

She lives upstairs, but she's free
to come down whenever she wants.

- May 1?
- Yes, of course.

Look, this is her favorite painting.

One of the first that he painted.

He personally gave it to my wife
many years ago

before he became
the so-called painter of agony.

But he was already crazy -

that mania of mixing
all the colors on himself...

Syphilis gets into your blood and...

He never found a woman

who would pose nude for him.

You understand?
He didn't have models.

He got undressed in front of the mirror,

he spread the colors over his arm...

Hello? Who?
Yes, he's here with me.

One moment.

It's for you.

- Hello?
- Don't mention my name.

I have to speak with you.

I think I've worked everything out.
It's horrible.

I'm waiting at the hotel.
In your room.

No!

- I saw him fall!
- Call an ambulance!

My God!

- He's dead.
- What happened?

He did it!

Oh, God! He's killed himself.
I always said he'd do it.

He's killed himself.

Poor man... Poor man...

Look, I'm as sorry as you are
about that poor guy's death.

We spent a few evenings together.
I'd grown quite fond of him.

Listen, Marshal,
I saw a shadow moving upstairs.

Someone could have pushed him.

He had no reason to kill himself.

Agreed, but there's no motive.

No clues to justify the theory
that it's murder.

Believe me,
that guy only had one enemy, himself.

You'll soon realize if you stay here -
this is no place for young people.

The young people all go away
and rightly so. There's no work.

No entertainment either.
Just wine.

No young women.

Your friend was lonely.

We've sent his body to Ferrara
to be checked.

The funeral will be held later.

- Good evening.
- Evening.

Hello? Yes...

- Sir, there's a call for you.
- Yes...

Hello?

- Go away.
- Hello?

Don't touch that painting.

If you're trying to scare me
with hoax phone calls,

it's not going to work.

He loves me.

I'm not leaving.

Excuse me, sir.

A coach load of foreign tourists
are coming tomorrow for the spa waters.

- You understand, right?
- What?

We need your room.
We need all the rooms to be available.

We're sorry.
If only we'd known.

Do you like it?

There's a litter of them in the vestry.

If you're lonely I'll give you one.

They're a local specialty.

There are still a few people here
who are experts at cooking mice.

You boil them alive in water.
They're delicious, I swear.

Cook them quickly and eat them hot.

- What's in there?
- In here?

An errand.

Come on.

What are you doing?
Are we going or not?

Hurry up!

I'm pedaling in the countryside

On my bike

The daughter of a scooter and a whore

Killing a hundred crickets
as I pedal merrily

What do you think?
Not bad?

Are you coming or not?

Come on!

See how beautiful it is?

It's all yours for as long as you like.

Come on, hurry up.

Go on.

Who does this house belong to?

Don't worry. You'll see.

Come in.

Up this way.

It's you?

You didn't eat anything. Why?

It's all disgusting, you snake!

You spend the money I give you
on yourself. Thief!

If you don't like what I bring you,
why don't you walk to a restaurant?

You damn coward!

Just because I'm stuck in this bed.

Who's that?

Good morning.

A good boy.

He's the new tenant.

He'll stay for a few days.
I'll put him on the floor below.

I've waited a long time for someone
to come and stay in this house.

I'm all by myself here.

You don't know what the silence is like.

When do the tourists arrive?

- Which tourists?
- The ones you're expecting.

What? The last tourists who came here
were those German swine in 1940.

Who is it?

Ah, it's you.

I didn't want to disturb you.
Maybe you were still resting.

Me, sleeping? No, no.

How can a poor woman
stuck in bed sleep?

I was worried last night.
I heard a lot of noises.

- Noises?
-Yes.

Last night?

Yes.

Sadly the only person
to tread on this floor was you, yesterday.

I'd give anything to do that again.

I just wanted to know if you were alright.

Come here.
Come here, come closer.

Come here.

It's been a long time
since I touched a healthy face.

It makes me happy
that someone's concerned about me.

What's the weather like today?
Is it sunny?

Yes.

- It seems like a beautiful day.
- You'll come back and see me?

Do you promise?

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye. See you soon.

Is anyone there?

The colors...

My colors...

Coming out of my veins.

They're soft, my colors.

Sweet like autumn

and hot as blood.

They're smooth like syphilis.

And they go...

They go into people's eyes,

spreading infection.

My colors, my colors.

They're in my arms, my colors.

Son of a whore... Yes, there.

My God... My God... There.

There, my God...
I feel like I'm dying.

I'm dying.

There... Death!

Purifying... Purifying...

I'm dying. Purifying...

I did it just in time.

Hold on tight...

Son of a whore...
Son of a filthy whore...

Hold on tight...
Hold on tight...

My colors...
They're beautiful, my colors.

They come out, my colors...
They come out, my colors...

From my veins...
Sweet... Purifying...

Sweet...
Smooth like syphilis...

They're inside my arm...
Inside...

Father Orsi!

Father Orsi!

Father Orsi!

Is anyone there?

Yes?

Excuse me, I was looking
for the woman who lives here.

She's not here.

What time is it?

I'm sorry.

She left three days ago.
I replaced her at the school.

Come in, now that I'm awake.

I was having a lovely sleep
when you arrived.

Please come in.

In my dream I was at a restaurant.

They were bringing
a huge plate of snails.

Do you like them?

I'm too scared to touch them.

Do you know how to cook them?

No. And even if I did,
I wouldn't be able to eat them.

- What's your name?
- Francesca.

I'm going back to bed.

We'll see each other again, right?

Hey.

I put a live mouse in the coffin
to keep your friend company.

Dear God,
why are those two women there?

What do they have to do
with the sacred subject?

My God, that fresco doesn't portray faith.

I thought you'd have liked it.

The two women revealed by my restoration
add truth to Legnani's work.

We've had enough of the hypocrisy
of smiling martyrs.

At last we can see the true cruelty
of martyrdom and the horror of death.

I've even ended up
with a sacrilegious restorer.

What was it like when you came here?

What do you think?

A few of us withstood the deluge
and then began to live and hope again.

That's not just a cliché.

Was my landlady one of those people?

- Who? The paralyzed woman?
- Yes.

I don't know her very well.

I never go to visit her at home.

She's been bedridden for years.

People say she has a venereal disease.

And she doesn't like the women
who are dear to me.

Do you know
if she was friends with Legnani?

That's enough! Don't ruin my fishing trip
with talk of your painter.

Let's leave him in peace
while we're here. Alright?

What is this mumbo jumbo?

- I didn't think you'd come.
- Well, here I am.

It's not too uncomfortable.

I've been listening to this
for two hours.

- What's he talking about?
- I'm trying to find out.

How did you end up here?

Lidio from the church brought me.

Do you live alone?

No, there's an old woman upstairs.
She's bedridden.

Smoking on an empty stomach is horrible.

I can give you a little cooking lesson.

- Snails?
- No, something much better. Come on.

- Know how to set the table?
- Sure.

You'll find everything you need in here.

While you do that,
I'll cook you something, OK?

Sure.

I found a book in the old woman's bookcase.
"Cooking For Love".

You didn't tell me
why you were looking for my colleague.

- Did you like her?
- What did you say?

- Do you have a lighter?
- Over there.

Did you make love with her?

Is she really a nymphomaniac?

That'll do...

B.L.?

Whose initials are these?

Do you know Buono Legnani?
Who gave it to you?

No, it was a gift.

I've had it for ages.

It's not a very cheerful setting, is it?

"Having eaten this,
the damsel and the knight...

"...will have fire and love
throughout their bodies."

Do you have many suitcases?

One.

You can bring it here if you like.

Hey, what are you doing there?

This is where Legnani lived, right?

Who?

I asked if the painter lived here.

Why don't you give me a ride?

Alright, come on.

Get in the front.

- Shall I take you to the hotel?
- Why don't we go for a drink?

If only!

They don't serve me drinks anymore.

Yesterday I had to go to Ferrara
for a Campari.

Thanks.

- I'm buying, though.
- We'll sort it out later.

- No, really...
- Just tell me your story.

- Right now?
- Yes, go on.

The painter...

He went to Brazil

with his mother and two sisters
to make their fortune.

But only he and his two filthy sisters
came back.

They didn't make their fortune in Brazil.

Their mother died in Brazil,
they came back here,

found that little house
and holed up there.

Excuse me.

What did they live on?

- What?
- What did they live on?

Poor things.

They were pretty damn pissed.

Because they hadn't made any money.

You understand?

I met the painter, you know.

I must have been
seven or eight years old.

He came at night to paint
my mother's portrait when she was dying.

My mother was a washerwoman.

He came to paint her
in her final moments.

That's why they called him
the painter of agony.

He liked to paint people who were dying.

Maybe he wasn't crazy after all.

Maybe he was someone who...
His sisters...

His sisters had started a relationship
with him which was impossible to end.

We mustn't go against nature.

It was those two who drove him insane.

Would you be able
to recognize his voice?

If I let you listen to it.

I don't think that would be very hard.

You don't forget it once you've heard it.

He talked like a crazy person.
He sounded like a machine gun.

He'd use some strange-sounding words.
I don't know in which language.

He was a very strange man.

Hold on a second.

The sisters were real sluts.

- Plug it in.
- Sure.

Listen to this.

You can't hear anything.

- Was it you?
- I haven't touched it since the other night.

It was you, wasn't it?

The recording was very important for me,
you idiot.

What's wrong? Don't you believe me?
I told you I didn't touch it!

Unbelievable.

Excuse me.

I'll be right back.

Francesca?

Coppola?

Are you awake?

I slept a little bit...

...but I had some bad dreams.

I'm sorry.

I'm really scared, you know.

Me, too.

But it's different for me.

I can leave here whenever I want.

Damn! Your friend had a lot of stuff.

Heavy, too!

- Is everything in the trunk?
- Yes, take it away.

Incredible.

This is crazy. Listen.

"Verify the recruitment of models.

"Check on the painter's house.

"His sisters found him corpses to paint."

His sisters?

Why use so much formaldehyde?

"Find Buono Legnani's grave."

He talks about sacrificial communion.

Rites involving human sacrifices.

With the possibility that people today

can make contact with the dead
through these practices.

That's enough!

That's enough!

That's enough!

Please stop looking at this stuff!

I'm sorry, I can't stand it anymore.

I'm going to leave.

Rio de Janeiro.

Rio de Janeiro.

It's from Rio de Janeiro.

What's that?

- What is it?
- Perhaps the answer to everything.

They're so ugly.
Who are they?

- I think it's them.
- Them?

Listen, I have to go.

- Let me come with you.
- No! Stay here.

Go to bed and don't open the door to anyone.
I'll be back as soon as I can.

The flowers of love

Beautiful flowers from my garden

For you, for you

The flowers of love

Beautiful flowers from my garden

For you, my lord, for you

The sisters still find corpses
for him to paint today.

What does this mean?

Who's in the church? Ah, it's you.
What are you doing here at this hour?

It's them! It's them, the painter's sisters!
Do you understand?

He painted them as they stabbed
the martyr's body. Look!

It's true, they look similar, but...
Where did you find this?

We now have something solid
on which to base our search.

- My friend was doing this before he died.
- What search?

Why does this matter to you?

I don't know!
But I feel involved in this story.

It must be Antonio's death.
There's something mysterious...

I think so, too.

As soon as this is finished,
I'll take it down and throw it away.

- Why? You're scared, too?
- Yes.

God didn't want to give me courage.
I'm not ashamed to say so.

But promise me
you won't do anything stupid.

Why?

We hear too many things
in the confessional.

It looks like your old landlady
is about to leave us.

They sent for me
to give her the last rites.

Let me see.

Ah, yes.

Yes, it's definitely them.

How did you end up with this photo?

I'm surprised that these two women
let someone take their photo.

For primitive people like them,
having one's photo taken was like...

Yes, I know.

And he was crazy.

It's high time we said so.
Crazy, crazy, crazy!

When my wife was young,
she was a beautiful woman.

From a very good family.
She was infatuated with Legnani.

She wouldn't believe people's stories

about what he did with his sisters
in their house,

on the railroad tracks,
on the river bank, everywhere.

Things they'd learned
when they lived in Brazil.

They copulated like bitches in heat.

And then there was the night
of the suicide.

It was two or three months after
he'd finished the fresco in the church.

People had come a couple of times
to take him to the asylum in Rovigo.

But his sisters kept him hidden.

That picture of Saint Sebastian
had got into his head.

My wife was the first person to see him.

She was very fond of him.

He'd set himself on fire.

No one has ever found his body.

Here it just says "presumed dead".

Why "presumed dead"?

Don't make me repeat everything.

If it says "presumed dead",
it means "presumed dead".

4th June, 1931.

It means that it's assumed that he's dead.
Do you understand?

"The man who died on the above date
from burns and wounds

"was Buono Legnani, painter."

- Do I need to read it again?
- No, no, no.

Presumed dead.

So, he could still be alive?

A man consumed by fire?

I'd like to see you recognize him!

I need three copies
of these certificates by tomorrow.

There are four drinks for you at the bar.

How many times must I tell you
that I don't drink?

By the way, haven't you finished
your work at the church?

Yes. Why?

You call that restoration?

Lidio, tell me how it happened.

I don't know.
Maybe it was someone.

Maybe last night.

Damn it!

Maybe we should call an expert.

Fuck off.

Who's there?

Who's there?

Francesca! Francesc...

Where are you hiding?

- Oh, there you are.
- Where were you? I've been waiting.

I went into town to make a phone call.

What's wrong? What happened?

Nothing.

I called the state education department.

I asked them to find a substitute teacher.

- You're joking?
- No.

I can't live here anymore.
I'm going crazy.

Something terrible happened earlier.
I ran away screaming.

I had a horrible feeling
that someone was spying on me.

You said we'd always be together.

That was what I was missing.

But if it wasn't for these few hours at night,
I'd be lonelier than before.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid, do you understand?

Do you want to leave me?

No. I can't.

There's a train
leaving at nine tomorrow morning.

Do you think we'll manage to pack in time
if we get up early?

I'm not joking this time.

Why didn't you wake me?
You're going back down there, aren't you?

You told me that we'd leave here together.

Why did you lie to me?

Don't be afraid, it's all true.

You have two hours to get ready

while I go to the church
and tell Solmi that we're leaving.

If they really want this,
they'll sort it out themselves.

Bye.

Is anyone there?

Is anyone there?

Ah, good morning.

I brought the bicycle back.
It's outside.

- So, you're leaving?
- Yes, I'm leaving.

- Can you tell me something?
- Sure, what is it?

- Do you sell muriatic acid?
- Top-quality. Would you like some?

I'd like to know
who bought some recently.

Someone destroyed
the fresco in the church.

With muriatic acid?

I've been selling a liter a week
to every family here for 20 years.

- I sell it to everyone.
- You won't help me either?

How can 1? I told you, they use it
to clean toilets and sinks, kill mice...

They even throw it
at their husbands' mistresses.

I'm leaving, Coppola. Take me
to the house to pick up Francesca.

Where do you want to go?

Those pigs took my driver's license.

Who?

Them... Them.

They don't give a damn about me.

If I talk,
they don't give a damn about me.

They bought my silence

with a bit of grappa.

But no more.

This is the last one.

The painter's sisters are still here.

Both of them are still alive.

Come closer.

Listen, I'm the only one
who caught those hyenas in the act.

What do you mean?

They tried to get me,
but I managed to escape.

You know that when I was little,
I could run like crazy?

Do you think I'm just afraid
of a painting in the church?

If I'm afraid, it's for a reason.

I know what happened
to the boy in your fresco.

And everybody else after him.

But I'm still alive.

Coppola's alive, by God!

Because nobody messes with Coppola,
you understand?

- You think I'm drunk?
- No.

- Really?
- Yes.

Too many people have disappeared here.

My friend was killed, too, right?

I don't know if your friend was killed.

I just know that it all started
when they killed the boy in the painting.

You're inquisitive, aren't you?

I know a place where inquisitive people
like you can lose their minds.

Come on.
I'll give you a nice guided tour.

Get in.

Is that you?

Here we are.

Legnani liked this piece of land.

Undocumented migrant laborers
work here now.

If they disappear, nobody gives a damn.

Why have we come back here?

I know they're all here.

Down below. Nice and warm.

Here's one of his models.

And to think I almost met the same end.

Stefano?

Stefano?

Weren't you afraid?

I do it to the kids at church.
But they aren't afraid, they laugh.

Don't tell me you're scared of me.

- Nobody's scared of Lidio.
- No!

- You like him, don't you?
- No...

I know lots of things that he doesn't know.
Lots of things that he wants to know.

Things that you don't know, you whore.
Come on, play the whore with me, too.

Help!

Do you want to know
who the old lady upstairs is?

Come on, come on, come on!

Come on, take your clothes off.
Come on!

Help!

- No!
- Do you want to know?

You want to know
who the old lady upstairs is, right?

You really want to know?

No! No!

- No, no, no!
- Come on, you whore!

I'll take you to a house
with laughing windows.

Go and get the girl.
I'll wait for you.

Be quick.

- Stefano!
- Yes?

The air's heavy here.
Hurry up, I'm waiting.

Francesca?

Francesca, are you ready?

Francesca! Are you there?

Madame, have you seen...?

Francesca...

Francesca...

Coppola...

Yes, she's here.

This way, quickly!

No, this way.

I know where they've taken her.

Here. Dig here.

Go ahead, boys.

Cigarette?

Excuse me, Marshal,
what should we do? Keep digging?

Are you sure you feel alright?
There's nothing here.

It's here, I swear.

It's true.
There are lots of them under here.

Who told you that?
Who's your informer?

Coppola, the driver.
He brought me here.

- Coppola? Are you sure?
- Yes.

Come on, Cifarelli, let's go.

Coppola! You can't call him a witness.
He's always soaked in wine!

Please can you be quick?

Hey, you! Where did you find him?

Down by the sluice.
He drowned this evening.

We'll bring him ashore.

He weighs a ton!

Come on, Gino, pull.
Help me a little.

There.

I'll bet there's more alcohol
than water inside him.

What are these scars?

I didn't know anything about them.

War wounds.
From machine gun fire.

They don't look like bullet holes.

Take him to Ferrara for an autopsy.

Tomorrow we'll find out more.

Nasalvi, any news
about the teacher?

She's not at home.
Nobody's seen her for a week.

Alright, keep looking for her.

Make sure we know where you are.

In fact, come to my office
tomorrow morning.

We'll talk a little and try to make sense
of this mess. Understand?

Did you understand?

Alright, Marshal.

Take my advice
and stay in a hotel tonight.

No, I have to find her first.

Believe me, now is not the time.
Come on.

Yes?

One moment.

There's a phone call for you.

- Who is it?
- I don't know.

Hello?

My love...
It's me, my love. It's Francesca.

Come...
I'll be waiting for you at home.

At home, my love.
I'm scared.

Come... Come, my love.

Come right away.

I'm scared. I'm scared.

I'll be waiting for you at home.

Be quick.

Take me away.

Take me away from here.

Right away. Right away.
Be quick.

Bastard!

Filthy vermin!

Worthless meat!

That'll teach you!

Traitor!

Is that you? Come here.

Come closer.
Follow me.

I'm going to show you something.
Come on.

It's for him. You see him?
Our little brother.

He still owns us, you know?

Both of us.
As long as we bring him models.

For him, painting death is living.

Come. Come and see him.

You respect him, you admire him,
our little brother, right?

Can you hear what a lovely voice he has?

These are all my colors.

These are all my colors.

Son of a whore. Yes, there.

My God... There.

Do you know how we preserve him?
With formaldehyde.

Lidio brought us some every day.

Purification...

Today he painted that slut
you brought into your room

while she was dying.

And now he has this model.

This spy for him to paint.

Come... come and see him.

Come... Come...

Don't be afraid. Come.

He looks like the man in the fresco,
doesn't he?

Well done! You got him!

Hold him tight!

He's getting away!
Hold him!

- Grab him!
- He's running away!

You go that way!

He's hiding behind here.

There's no point in looking for him now.

He won't get away.

Tomorrow morning we'll come
and get his body.

Alright, Laura. Alright.

Help me...

Marshal...

Solmi! Solmi!

Hello. Put me through
to the Ferrara police.

Father Orsi! Father Orsi!

My God, Stefano.
What have they done to you?

We have to stop them...

We have to do something.

Now I know...
It's them. It's them.

I know everything.

I know everything now.

Please call a doctor.

The painter's sisters...

It's them.

Legnani's sisters.

They're still alive.
They're still alive, they're still alive.

They're still alive. Yes...

They're still alive. They're still alive.

Yes... The sisters!

It was them.
One of them is my landlady.

The paralyzed woman?

Yes. They're still alive, yes...

The other one... I didn't see her face.

It's so annoying now that Lidio's dead.

I have to do everything myself.

By myself...

The flowers of love

Beautiful flowers from my garden

For you

Laura! Laura, come and see him.