All language subtitles for Occhi di cristallo (2004)

EYES OF CRYSTAL

Stop or I'll shoot!

Police! You're under arrest!

Get up!

Let me see your face, asshole!

What the fuck did you do?

- Are you crazy?
- For when he gets out.

You're crazy.

Hi Nicola, it's Giacomo.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing... well today...

l forgot to thank you.

See you tomorrow.

No one better touch this desk.

I have to go to the hospital.

I might have to stay a few days.

I'll come visit you.

I'll bring you a sailing magazine
and crosswords.

And don't worry, you'll be fine.

Excuse me, I'm not sure
if this is the right office.

Someone's stalking me,
leaving me messages

anonymous calls.

And now this.

I'll handle it.
Come with me, ma'am.

Giuditta, are you waiting for me?
I watch you

I am closer and closer to you,
I finally know what you want.

I'm sitting where you were,
I feel the warmth of your body.

Seems like I'm touching you,
I caress you, does it turn you on?

- The voice isn't familiar?
- No.

Maybe a jilted lover,
a relationship that ended badly?

I've had no relationships,
I am not from here.

- What's the background noise?
- I was at the university.

Students leaving the lecture hall.

I brought it to tape the lecture,
I went out and left it on my desk.

- I realized it at home.
- This could help narrow things down.

- What class was it?
- Anthropology.

This has been going on for too long,

I'm starting to get scared.

Did you hear him?
He spends the whole day watching me.

After you file a report like this,
you have to wait 30 days.

We intervene only
if the harassment continues.

I'll try to handle it though.

Giacomo, we have to go.

It's urgent.

A vagabond found them.

Who are they?

A young woman, 18 years old.

And her boyfriend, 25,
their record's clean.

We are checking their ID.

The old guy's a previous offender,

several arrests for lewd acts.

Then it could be
someone settling the score.

Christ, he crushed her skull!

He finished her off
with the butt of a rifle.

Maybe a jealous boyfriend.

He followed her,

caught her with her lover,
lost control...

and killed the peeping Tom, too,
eliminating all witnesses.

Let's go, they found something.

It's resin.

There are snares, traps,
live bait all around.

A spool of nylon string.

A jealous boyfriend

doesn't follow his girl
and catch live animals.

I know.

But we have to wait for the autopsy

and the ballistic unit.

Plus, he could've run away.

He could've been caught red-handed.

Yet he stayed
to cut a piece of blanket,

to reconstruct the breast,
to bandage it up.

- He tidied things up.
- I know what you're thinking.

- Just let it go.
- Why?

- Come on, we know each other.
- Anyone can kill.

But tidying up the world
is a bad sign.

He might only recall
that kind gesture,

and want to do it again.

I brought you sailing magazines
and crossword puzzles.

Do me a favor, finish them,
don't leave them as usual.

Thanks.

So, how are things?

I have a brain tumor.

Is there any hope for you?

I mean... is there any chance?

No, my mediocre career
as a cop ends here.

I won't even have the pleasure
of retiring... goodbye boat.

- Don't say that.
- Why not?

I have no one.

So no one will have to mourn me.

That's no true, Augusto.

We are here,

friends, co-workers.

- How much time do you have?
- To live?

Not so much.

I'll do it.

Thanks.

What's that burning smell?

Is something on fire?

I don't smell anything.

What's going on?

I just had a...

I saw the orphanage burning.

How strange,

to remember it after so many years.

What a horrible thing.

Life is so hard to understand,

when it's like this.

I didn't know he was an orphan.

He's got no one,

he's lived in a furnished room
for 30 years.

Know why he's called Augusto Ajaccio
with a "j"?

It's a shoe brand.

The nuns found him in a show box.

That's where his name come from.

Nice idea!

- Are you relatives?
- Co-workers.

I'm Dr. Civita.

Your friend suffers from visual
and olfactory hallucinations.

You'll have to get used to it.
He'll have other mental disorders:

daydreams, amnesia,

involuntary flashbacks.

And in the final phases,

a mutation of his personality.

It's Viviana Justic.

Yes.

I finally have
what you are looking for,

a doll from the 18th century,
with a velvet-lined interior.

It was used for certain purposes...

A doll one could marry.

It's one of the few
existing originals!

Don't worry about the price.

Your mother was a good client,

in honor of our friendship,
I'll treat you well.

But I guarantee,
it is an authentic rarity.

I'll be waiting for you.

Upon the death of the Alake,

the name for the king
of the Abeokuta,

a tribe from Western Africa,

the most powerful man in the village
decapitates him

and offers the new king
the head on a plate.

The head becomes a fetish.

If a family member dies,

or if a tragedy befalls them,

even the common people
of the village become taboo.

They can't touch their heads,

or bring their hands
to their mouths to eat,

so they must crouch down
like dogs over a bowl,

left at the entrance of the village.

Anthropologists have many
explanations for this.

But the truth is, the primitive man's
wisdom is absolute,

because thoughts are kept
outside of the village.

Attention!

The thoughts of a disturbed man.

Ghosts? Ideas?

It doesn't matter

In a tribal culture,

there are thoughts
that shouldn't be thought.

Certain thoughts

should never be thought.

I adopted him.

I would take him home,

but my roommate doesn't want me to.

- Do you think he's a student?
- Maybe.

But anyone can enter the building.

You should deal with real cases.

- I read in the papers...
- I just happened to pass by...

If you need anything, call me.

My extension and my cell.

I'll give you a private number too,..

my home number.

If my cell happens to be off...

Thanks.

There are tools missing
from an operation room.

Grease pencils, a scalpel,
and a bone saw are missing.

I don't care.

- You deal with it.
- It's your ward.

You're dating someone, right?

That's none of your business.

At times I wonder

where I went wrong.

Ask your mom.

Don't even mention my mother!

Alright, I'm sorry.

Eleonora.

I need to see you again.

Fine, but let me go now.

Augusto Ajaccio.

The ballistic results.

The bullets are 7.62 mm
for big kills.

He's not a normal hunter, he catches
live animals or mangles them.

This could help narrow things down.

Who buys bigger than
average bullets?

Lots of people,
in hunting and fishing stores.

No fingerprints.

- What else do we have?
- The resin.

You can find it
in any hardware store.

Resin, nylon string,

live bait, bullets...

What for?

He cut the power.

A night guard found her.

Looks like a doll.

It's a doll.

Watch your feet,
don't step in blood.

He cut off her arms!

The arms are wooden.

They seem antique.

He sewed the dress to her skin.

She's smiling.

Fish hooks.

Two fish hooks
at the sides of her mouth,

some nylon string,

pulled and tied behind her head.

Her eyelids are glued.

To keep her eyes wide open,
he used Super Glue.

- Giacomo!
- The wound.

- What...
- He filled it.

With rags.

Resin,

nylon string...

stuffing.

Think it's the same person?

That's what he does with animals!

He stuffs them!

He's a taxidermist.

The real arms aren't here.

Let's look in the back.

What a stink!

I can't see a thing!

We won't find the arms.

What would you do
after a job like this?

- Would you throw away the arms?
- Who, me?

I wouldn't throw them away.

I'd need them...

for something.

What a fright!

Hey, Frese!

VISITA INTERIORA TERRAE

RECTIFICANDO INVENIES

OCCULTUM LAPIDEM

- What does it mean?
- It's Latin.

- What's it mean?
- Don't know.

But it's blood.

How odd!

Big risk, someone could've seen him
while he was writing it.

True, but he had to do it.

Detective Amaldi,
it's Giuditta Luzzatto.

I just wanted to thank you,

nothing happened, don't worry.

I just wanted to say...

that you were very kind.

Thank you,
I feel much more calm now.

That's all,
hope I didn't bother you.

It's Giuditta,
did I already say that?

OK. Bye.

"Antique dealer

brutally murdered.
Her name was Viviana Justic."

Professor Avildsen?

- I'm detective Amaldi of the Police.
- Yes?

- I could use some assistance.
- How can I help you?

Three small dried leaves.

Take a seat, inspector.

I have not much time unfortunately.

I've already collaborated with
Police as a forensic anthropologist.

- That's why I came.
- U-hu.

Three small dried leaves, you said.

What could they mean?

Inspector... sorry,
I forgot your name.

Amaldi. Giacomo Amaldi.

A leaf has many symbolic meanings.

In the Far East it's synonymous
with happiness and wealth.

They're present
in all spring-time rituals:

the English Jack-In-The-Green,
the Russian Leaf Elf,

the Pentecostal madman of Friktal
in Switzerland, the Golden Branch...

- All festive symbols.
- Festive...

Interesting.

Nothing else comes to mind right now.

- I'll research it.
- Thanks.

If you think of anything else,

here are my numbers.

- Very good.
- Thank you.

Inspector!

Why were you at my lecture?

- You saw me.
- You are hard to miss.

You made a theatrical entrance.
I thought you were a student.

- A bit old!
- Not really.

You didn't answer me.

I was here for a student,
she's being stalked.

- Is there a connection?
- I hope not.

There are 56 letters.

16 upper-case, 40 lower-case.

Anagrammatizing
the upper-case letters I found

"I run in chaos",

"only guilty case",

"dark heart is",

"shout dark things".

What did you find?

"Dear black ass",

"wax in ass",

"roses in ass".

And this is the best:

"now it's in the ass",
I added the apostrophe.

I don't think
that's what he wanted to say,

but it's good test
of your personality.

This is insane,

there are 40 more lower-case letters
to rearrange.

- Couldn't it just be by chance?
- It's not by chance.

He left nothing to chance.

It's all perfectly organized.

Maybe it's just part of his ritual,
but it's not by chance.

He had a plan and followed it
in excruciating detail.

He doesn't improvise
and he's not afraid of us.

- Hello?
- Yes, J-U-S-T-I-C.

Like the writing on my chest,
I copied it.

You're saying
someone entered your room

and wrote "Augusto Ajaccio"

with lower and upper-case letters?

In red.

- Did you see who it was?
- No.

I was sleeping.

I know what you think,
that I'm making this up,

like that burning smell.

I have a witness,

Dr. Cerusico, she found me.

When did it happen?

The day before the crime.

Why me?

Why?

I don't know.

Because you're Augusto Ajaccio
and your name contains Justic.

If not, why else?

Maybe he knows I'm a cop,

he wants to challenge us.

Maybe.

I thought he did it himself.

Then forgot about it.

That's pathologically possible.

Hello?

I'm busy now, but we'll meet
at my place tonight.

OK.

Bye. Bye.

I apologize.

No one saw who wrote it?

Or an outsider
who entered Ajaccio's room?

No, and if they did,
they didn't notice.

- The strange thing is...
- Yes?

The strange thing is the writing
was done with a grease pencil.

What's that?

We use it to mark
incision points on the skin.

The other day some
surgical tools were missing:

scalpel, a bone saw,
and some grease pencils.

The line on the neck!

Thank you, Doctor.

I want a list of
all hospital employees.

I'll deal with the writing.

"Descend to the bowels of the earth,

rectifying,
you'll find the hidden stone."

The Latin initials
spell V.I.T.R.I.O.L.

What a coincidence!

Sorry I didn't call you,
I heard your message.

But I didn't have any time.

We're closing.

Well, what'll we do?

We should make use
of this coincidence.

Then let's have dinner together.

You have to eat,

or do cops not eat?

Okay.

- Where?
- I don't know.

A place where we can be less formal.

- Come here often?
- Yes, it's near the office.

Where are you from?

Are you from here or

did you move here for work?

I'm from here,
I even went to college here.

- Which?
- Yours.

I majored in Psychology.

You already knew...

you wanted to be a cop?

Yes, from the start.

- Inspector, you have company today.
- What are the specials?

I didn't go shopping,

hope you don't mind.

I'll be right back,

have a drink in the meantime.

- Has the maniac bothered you again?
- No.

Luckily not, thanks to you.

Because I came to the university?

Is it really that obvious I'm a cop?

You're nothing like a cop.

Why, what are the cops like?

They're not that nice.

They don't go to libraries,

they don't eat well.

They have flat feet,

ulcers,

when they take their kids to
the dentist they turn on the siren.

It's true, they eat poorly,

and I do have a bit of an ulcer.

Do you bring your kid
to the dentist?

Are you married?

Separated.

I usually ask the questions.

Wait, don't eat it,

there's a hair.

I'll never come here again.

- We'll go somewhere else next time.
- No.

Let's come back here,
I want to.

Excuse me.

- Hello?
- Hi, it's Nicola.

Where are you?

I'm eating.

I'm at the morgue.

Autopsist says
the arms were cut off by an expert.

I have the list of employees,

Dr. Cerusico sent it to me.

Okay, I'll call you back. Bye.

We were saying?

We were deciding
where to meet next time.

Yes.

Is something wrong?

Cerusico.

What?

Eleonora Cerusico.

Eleonora Cerusico.

Sorry.

It's inspector Amaldi,
I'd like to talk to Dr. Cerusico.

Sorry, she left.
She'll come tomorrow.

Give me her phone numbers,
it's urgent.

- Sorry, I'm not allowed to.
- Please.

I believe her life's in danger.

It may be a matter of life or death.

Give me the numbers, bitch
quickly!

OK, right away.

This is Dr. Cerusico,
leave a message.

For emergencies
you can reach me at 394 8793275.

It's inspector Amaldi,
I need to speak to you.

I'll try your cell phone,
but call me at 933 9784948.

I don't want to alarm you,

but you may be in danger.

Stay inside.

Don't stay alone.

- Excuse me, I have to go.
- Sure.

Put it on my tab
and call the lady a cab.

Of course.

It's inspector Amaldi,
I need back up units right away.

She knew him, she let him in.

He drugged or poisined her,
there are traces of a substance.

They had a date,

they set it up in front of us.

"We'll meet at my place tonight."

You are right.

He called her cell phone
around 11:00 AM.

He'd already started cutting.

Giacomo!

There's no point in staying,
go home.

There's nothing you can do now.

- Yes?
- Hello, it's me.

- Hi.
- Hope I didn't scare you.

No, not at all.
I was about to call you.

What happened?

Too late.

I knew it!

Sorry about leaving like that.

No problem.

Did I wake you?

No, I was awake.

I was worried about you.

Where are you now?

At home.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Who was it?

Nobody.

What a son of a bitch,

look what he did!

Look what he did to her,
that son of a bitch!

The legs are from that doll
he used for the antique dealer.

Fuck, what's he trying to do?

Maybe he wants to make another doll.

That door seems broken, let's go see.

Cover her.

Leaves.

Two.

And?

He needs two more things
to finish the doll,

the head and the bust.

"Pure and undefiled religion
before God and the Father is this:

to visit orphans and widows
in their affliction

and keep oneself
unblemished from the world."

St. Giacomo.

Written normally, upper-case letters
in the right places.

I only understood
"orphans and widows".

"Orphans".

Ring a bell?

It does for me.

- Who are you?
- You shouldn't be here.

Hide, she mustn't see you!

- What was that noise?
- Nothing, mother.

Behave yourself.

She tells me everything.

She sees you even if I'm not around,

nothing gets by her.

Visitors aren't allowed now.

We're the Police.
Where's Mr. Ajacco?

In roentgenotherapy,
you can't go in there.

Don't worry, we'll wait here.

Augusto, we need to talk to you.

- You think it's a hospital employee.
- Exactly.

That's why you brought him.

He'll keep you company.

The boy...

the boy...

is here.

We must suspend the steroid therapy.

You'll feel better now.

This situation is
becoming unbearable,

this is a hospital,

a patient like him
needs total rest.

We have our reasons.

I'm the head doctor,
I should be informed,

if the Police decide
to guard over my patient.

One of your doctors was killed.

We're doing our job,

this should reassure you.

Have the employees questioned.

Kitty!

Kitty!

Kitty!

Kitty!

Kitty!

Where are you?

Cat!

In some cultures, leaaves
are associated with hunting.

We know he's a hunter.

In the West Indies

they believe
epilepsy can be cured

by slapping a patient
in the face with leaves.

The illness is absorbed by the leaves
and then thrown away.

He considers himself a healer,

who frees his victims from evil.

Maybe he wants to save himself
at the expense of his victims,

sacrificial in this case.

Professor, do you know
what V.I.T.R.I.O.L. is?

"Descend to the bowels of the earth,

rectifying, you'll find
the hidden stone."

It's called that from
the initials of the words.

It's an alchemist's motto.

You are an expert.

I'm stuck at the transformation
of lead into gold.

A theory says

that for alchemists,
the transformation of metals

had a deeper meaning:

the transformation
of man's inner life

to reach a superior level,
a transcendent spirituality,

almost mystical.

Maybe the killer's trying to tell us
he started a transformation.

I'd agree,

he's looking to be freed.

- I don't know from what.
- From a trauma.

Something that happened to him
in the past.

These people often
lacked affection as children.

Seems too simplified.

It doesn't explain
his brutality, cruelty.

Because they only know
that side of human nature.

For them cruelty and brutality

are the only feelings which evoke
something similar to love.

Excuse me.

Yes?

Giuditta?

- Are you sure it's not here?
- Yes, he took it!

Close the door!

They're Lucia's, this is her room.

- Your roommate?
- Yes. She just went out.

You're sweating.

I ran here.

Why are you doing this for me?

It's my job.

Is that all?

No, I do it because...

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

- For a moment...
- For a moment what?

- I wasn't looking at you.
- What were you looking at?

Giacomo, tell me
what are you thinking about?

Tell me.

You're thinking about another woman?

- You still love her?
- I truly loved her.

She got raped

and then killed.

We were 16.

We'd made love

for the first time

in a field, on a blanket.

I should've been with her.

They followed her

and left her on the ground,

tossed aside like a sack.

I should've been with her.

I could've saved her,

but I didn't.

It wasn't your fault.

It wasn't your fault.

Sometimes things happen
which make no sense.

Who is it?

Nicola, it's me, where would
somebody buy glass eyes?

What?

If he's a taxidermist,
he uses glass eyes.

Shit, we didn't think of that.

Not at a hardware store.

I'll look into it.

The cat.

- I'll kill you, you bastard!
- Don't shoot, don't shoot!

Now you'll stop tormenting her!

What the fuck did she do to you?

It was a joke,
I wanted to scare her!

Joke? I'll show you a joke!
I'll bash your face in, sod!

- No, Giacomo!
- Don't, I beg you.

Let him go. I know him.

His name is Max, Max Peschiera.

Your cat is alive.

I just burned some hairs
with rabbit bones.

I don't give a shit about the cat!

Giacomo, no!

We know who he is, he'll stop now.

You really want to shoot him?

In Cerusico's apartment,

not one fingerprint was found.

Judging from the printouts,
he called from a pay phone.

They're questioning
the hospital employees,

it seems Civita had
a relationship with Cerusico.

- Are you listening?
- Yes, yes, I am.

There's a glass eye factory
outside of the city.

- But for a detailed investigation...
- Excuse me.

I'll go there personally.

Giuditta, where are you going?

I go home, sorry.

This is my job.

Your job?

It wasn't your job.

- Who are you, Giacomo?
- What do you mean?

You wanted to kill him!
I saw it in your eyes.

You liked it.

Wait!

"My beloved Giuditta...

My...

My dear Giuditta, I'm writing...

this letter...

to explain...

to tell you..."

What, you're afraid to touch her?

- Don't touch her!
- It's just a doll.

It's dead.

You do it too.

The doll!

I was just playing

and they punished you.

I know...

now I know.

I know!

I know who the killer is.

Augusto Ajaccio.

Justic...

That's why you wrote...

I knew him as a child.

- The doll.
- Who is it?

What's his name?

The name?

Tell me the name.

- Yes?
- Inspector, it's Di Fusco.

- What happened?
- Ajaccio knows who the killer is.

I don't know if he's rambling,

he says he knew him as a kid.

- Inspector, do you hear me?
- Yes I hear you.

- Did Ajaccio say the name?
- No, I couldn't get it from him.

He keeps talking about a doll.

- Let me talk to him!
- I can't, he's in his room.

- And where are you?
- At a pay phone.

My cell phone wasn't working.

Get back there now! Run!

Ajaccio wasn't raving,

he knew the killer as a child,
maybe he was an orphan too.

So he shut his mouth.

Ajaccio took his secret
to the grave.

No messages this time.

Hi, Giuditta, it's Giacomo.

I tried calling you,
but your cell is off.

I'd like to see you again.

Will you call me?

Call me. Bye.

A good man,
no trouble in all these years.

Always on time with the rent.

A quiet guy, the perfect tenant.

He was done for,
what a horrible way to go.

I have to rent the room anyway,

he owed me a week's rent.

I'll have to sell his things.

There's no stopping bad luck...

His fate was sealed,

abandoned, the orphanage...

Did he ever talk about it?

No, he didn't care.

- No, but I'm old, I know the story.
- What story?

The orphanage was
destroyed by fire.

You can still see it,

that burnt house on the cliff.

So they had to move it
elsewhere, to Villa...

Villa Cascarino!

You said there was a story
behind it.

There were rumors,
that weren't just rumors,

that the owner of the villa,

who was recently widowed,

had burned the orphanage down
to get money from the City.

- So it was arson.
- Of course!

That horrible killer!

It's her fault five kids
and two nuns died.

You'll get used to this noise,

the lab's on the other side.

Was it easy to get here?

It must be urgent
if you came all the way here!

Don't mind the mess.

Hold on.

Here are the records you asked for.

I took forever to find the old ones.

They were in the storage room
among other papers.

Here they are.

- Call if you need me.
- Thanks.

Hi, Giuditta, it's Giacomo.

I tried calling you,
but your cell off.

I'd like to see you again.

Will you call me?

Call me. Bye.

Relax.

Don't be afraid.

I brought this back to you.

Go away,
I hurt myself because of you!

Go away!

I said go away!

Stay here so you don't get wet.

I'll come back tomorrow with food.

Stay under here.

Understand?

- Hello?
- It's Inspector Amaldi, is Giuditta in?
- Not yet.

- Know where she is?
- I don't.

I last saw her in college.

If she calls, ask her to call me
and don't leave her alone.

It's Nicola,

I'm at the factory.

I have news.

There was a name among the clients
that was so odd, it seemed fake.

He called himself as
Alake Abeokuta.

He mail-ordered eyes a year ago.

He lives in the city,

The address is real,

Viale Re Stefano 1019,
Villa Cascarino.

Villa Cascarino!

Ajaccio's orphanage!

Do you believe in destiny or fate?

I think people distinctly choose
one or the other.

Those who believe in fate, live
like flotsam tossed by the currents.

Those who follow their destiny

know how to interpret signs,

and give them the proper importance,
no matter how painful.

They're not dragged
by the currents,

but decide their own destiny.

You like lookiing at her.

You're the first to see her.

My wife.

The new, perfect mother.

Indulgent,

and welcoming.

I've never given so much to anyone.

You have amazing skin, Giuditta.

- Elastic.
- Please...

I don't need your face,

so you may suffer greatly
before facing your destiny.

It depends on you.

Giving me your bust is your destiny,
you know.

Good, I knew I could count on you.

Now, it's all clear.

A few months ago, his mom
was admitted to the hospital,

the same one Ajaccio was in.

Her son went to visit her,
and met Cerusico there.

His mother died.

We have everything,

only the rifle and surgical tools
are mssing.

Unfortunately, the girl wasn't there.

Can I ask you a question?

- Why did you come to my lecture?
- For a student.

She's being stalked.

For them, cruelty and brutality

are the only feelings which evoke
something similar to love.

"Visit orphans and widows

in their affiction."

I saw the orphanage burning.

I remember it after so many years.

The orphanage
was destroyed by a fire.

There was no trace of a fire
at Villa Cascarino.

- They had to move elsewhere.
- Sure!

There were two!

There were two orphanages!

The house on the cliff...

Wake up, Giuditta, it's Giacomo.

He wanted to kill me,
it's Avildsen...

I know.

Then he saw I had this...

He wanted to kill me.

I want her to be perfect.

I had to postpone.

Hands up.

Welcome.

One more step.

Forward.

I wasn't expecting you.

Drop the rfle, professor,

the Police are coming,
I called them on my way here.

I arrived before them,
you have no way out.

That's not true.

You came alone,
or they'd already be here.

Your beard?

Right, the transformation of the self
and all that crap.

What did you come here for?

To witness the completion
of my masterpiece?

No, you'll die before that.

Now.

Don't you want to know
how I got here?

With your mom,
Signora Casacarino.

The arsonist, the killer.

- Don't tell me you didn't know.
- Shut up!

Drop it or I'll blow your head off.

Stay down!

How do you feel, Inspector?

- You feel alive, right?
- Shut up!

Come on, Inspector,
put an end to chaos.

Reestablish order.

- Do it, free youself!
- Shut up!

- Where did he go?
- I don't know.

Come on!

What'll we do with these?

translation: Rosanna Del Buono

subtitles
edited by Elvira de Majo
OMBRE ELETTRICHE - Roma

ripped and a bit edited by plexus61
for Cinemageddon