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Kill the sinners!

Down with sin!

Hold them still!

They're possessed by the Devil!

Let's crucify these cursed beings!

Yes! And we'll burn them next!

Let's rid our village of sin!

- Satan has possessed them!
- Yes!

Cursed nuns!

Stay still!

Let's crucify her!

Yes! Let's crucify them all!

Let's take them to the crosses!

Screaming won't save you!
Your fate is sealed!

Take them to the crosses!

- Crucify them!
- Let's do it!

Crucify them all!

Get the ropes!

Cursed nuns!

Sinners! Sinners!

- Heathens!
- Get the ropes!

- Get her up!
- Bring the hammers!

- Yes! Don't stop!
- Tie her up! Do it!

- Tie them up, quick!
- Kill them all!

- Crucify them all!
- Stop struggling!

- Yes! Keep going!
- Kill them!

Come on!

Let's kill them!

Kill her! Kill her!

- Yes! Do it!
- Yes, let's kill them!

Let's get this over with!

Yes! Let's kill them!
Let's kill them all!

Kill her! Kill her!

- A fitting end!
- Yes!

It's done.
We can leave.

Let's go.
At last we're safe again.

We won't feel ashamed anymore.

We can once again walk tall.
Satan is dead!

No more unfaithful husbands!

Damn those nuns!

What are you doing here?

What happened?

You fainted
and I've brought you home.

You did?
I don't remember a thing.

Come on, make an effort.

I think I remember something.

I was at the…

You were doing one of those crazy seances
you love so much.

I've told you a million times, Liza.

An archaeologist uses intelligence
to dig into the past, not superstition.

You know what I mean?

I only do those seances for fun.

- I don't take them seriously.
- Whatever you say.

Get some rest now.

Dream of the beauty and grace
of the Greek culture

we're going to study in Sicily.

We'll begin excavation
as soon as we arrive on site.

I'm sure it'll make you forget
about black magic and those silly seances.

Our flight leaves at six.

We'll meet two hours
before boarding.

I'll be there.

A little more to the left.
A little more. That's it.

Hold it.

Check out this place,
I bet we'll find much more stuff up there.

Thanks!

Robbie?

What are you doing?
You got yourself all dirty!

Come inside,
I'll have to wash you again!

Stop making that face
and hurry up!

Who's unloading our equipment?

Kevin and Sean are handling it.

All right.

Have you seen Liza?

She was heading towards the hill,
no more than five minutes ago.

Liza?

Liza!

You scared me.

Did you think I was one
of your medieval spirits?

No, I was fascinated
by these ruins.

They still seem to be hiding
a breath of life.

Of course, I guess there might be
some birds or cats living amid these ruins.

For an archaeology student,
you're not very rational.

My advice is to stop wasting time
with the dark ages of history.

Our time is more enlightened
and interesting.

Yes, you mean the times
of ancient Greece, right?

- Correct.
- I'm sorry, but, you see,

these places are so magical
I can't bring myself to leave them.

We better go back to the others.

All right, you're the boss.

Are you Professor Evans
of the University of Toronto?

- Yes.
- I'm the mayor of Santa Rosalia.

I've just learned of your arrival
and I'm here to introduce myself.

That's very kind.
I also wanted to meet you.

Perhaps we'll need the help
of some villagers.

That's exactly why I'm here.

I'm afraid the villagers
won't be willing to help you.

They don't look too kindly on outsiders,
quite the opposite.

People have an old saying
around here.

"The past is dead, and the dead
shall not be disturbed."

There must have been
a misunderstanding.

We're archaeologists,
not morticians.

Are you suggesting
that we pack up and go home?

Not at all. I'm here to offer you
my utmost cooperation.

I only speak from past experiences,
that's all.

Allow me
to thank you, then, Mr…

Buscemi.

Thank you, Mr Buscemi.
I'll call you.

And I'll be glad to do
everything in my power to help you.

Good luck, Mr Evans.

Hi, Turi. Come join us.

- Any news?
- They're still up there.

They keep digging
through the ruins of our village.

Don't they know
the dead should be left in peace?

Why do they want to unleash hell?
What will happen?

They're gonna bring trouble.
Everlasting trouble.

It would be better for everyone
if they left.

- Especially that woman.
- Yes.

In any case, much worse for them.

I know you've been working in this area
for almost ten years, Porter.

This makes you a valuable asset
for the book I'm looking to write.

And for mine, too.

Think we can expect any help
from the locals?

Or could they give us trouble?

The locals are very superstitious.

I wouldn't be surprised if they decided
to not help you at all.

I did some underwater research
two years ago,

and I had a lot of trouble
with some hostile locals.

They're ready to fight tooth and nail
for their heritage.

But you're referring to medieval Sicily.
We're not studying that.

We're here to research the influence
of ancient Greece in this area.

Yes, but these people
don't know that.

What difference does it make?
What are they afraid of?

There's an old monastery
up the hill.

It's in ruins, actually,
but people never dare to go up there.

I'm sure you'll hear some strange stories
about that place.

What kind of stories?

Well, I don't know exactly.

If you try to find out more, when you think
you're about to discover something,

that's the moment you find
a lot of nothing.

These people only know one answer,
the silent kind.

There's something I've learned
during my stay, and I hope you'll believe me.

They'd kill to keep their secrets safe.

It's terrible.

It's ridiculous.

It depends on your point of view.

Human life is worth much less
than feelings around here.

What feelings?

Love, loyalty, honour, gratitude.
The whole lot.

I still don't understand.

It's not that easy.
It's part of their culture.

A culture that traces its roots
to ancient times.

Centuries of ignorance
and superstition.

- It's getting late.
- No, wait!

I'd like to know more
about the monastery.

I'd suggest
you just forget about it.

Thanks, Porter.
Thanks for everything.

You're welcome.

- Goodbye.
- Bye.

- See you around.
- All right.

Who are you?
What do you want?

I came up here to find out
what your intentions are.

Don't you understand
there's nothing to see in this place?

Nothing that could interest you
or your friends.

We're here to work,
don't you dare bother us again.

We have a permit that allows us
to be here. We won't leave.

Have I been clear?

I swear you'll pay dearly
for what you're doing.

It'll be your business then.

Listen to the words of Turi Simone,
the butcher of Santa Rosalia.

It's me, calm down!

What happened?

I've found the bodies
of five crucified nuns in the crypt!

Listen, I think your mind
is playing tricks on you.

I told you,
forget about that place.

I'm going to tell you again,
stay away from there.

But there were medieval symbols
and inscriptions!

Stop it!

Forget about anything you've discovered,
it's better for everyone.

Haven't you seen the way
they've welcomed us ever since our arrival?

- Did you hear what I just said?
- I don't care!

Stay away from that place.

All right, Paul.

I thought I'd turned off the lights.

Come on, guys,
let's sing a song together!

- Yes!
- Great idea!

We're good at singing!

- Come on!
- Let's go!

One more time, guys!

We sound great, right?

You there, Liza?

Liza, don't!

No, Liza!

Liza, stop!

Come back!

Don't go, Liza!

Don't go.

Listen to me!

Don't do it!

Come back, Liza!

- Liza!
- I can't stop.

I must go.

Please, Paul.
Don't stop me.

No! No!

Don't go, Liza!

Come back!

Please, Liza! Don't go!

Liza!

- Kill them!
- Kill the sinners!

- Let's take them to the crosses!
- To the crosses!

- Yes!
- Come on!

- Crucify them!
- Cursed nuns!

- They're possessed by the Devil!
- To the crosses!

- Let's crucify them!
- And we'll burn them next!

Let's rid our village of sin!

Come on!
Let's crucify them!

- Kill them!
- Yes! Kill them all!

Let's kill them!

Yes!

Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!

Kill her!

How did you manage
to get so dirty?

There better not be a next time,
or I'll show you!

You're a real little devil!

Go, now. Go.

If you're looking for Paul, he went to examine
the new area with the others.

Go now. Be a good boy!

He said to tell you to rest.

They can manage without you
for a few days.

Robbie, what did I just tell you?
You never listen to me!

Stop playing there!

Excuse me, could you please…

Excuse me, could you please tell me
where the village hall is?

- Put it on my tab!
- Sure thing, Alfio. Hold on a second.

The village hall
is behind that church, Miss.

Thanks a lot.

She'll get into trouble if she doesn't stop
poking her nose into our history.

It'll be trouble for all of us.

Miss?

Can I help you, Miss?

Yes, I'm looking for the village records.

The records of Santa Rosalia?

You'll find everything
about our village in that section.

Why are you so interested
about our local history? It'd be a first.

- You don't mind, do you?
- Of course not!

You can use the table over there.
Have a good read, Miss.

I can say it with certainty now,
those people have no intention of leaving.

The curse will fall upon us
if we can't manage to stop them in time.

What do you suggest we do?

Amputate the limb
to stop gangrene from spreading.

Who are you?

Keep your voice down.

I'm dead if somebody sees me
talking to you.

What are you talking about?
Who would kill you?

There's no time for explanations.

I know what you're seeking,
and I also know you haven't found it yet.

If you want to know the truth,
come to my house tomorrow at noon.

It's the only house outside of the village,
you'll have no trouble finding it.

Leave now. Hurry!

Don't you think it's time
to get some sleep, guys?

Yes, sir!

Give me the bottle.

Good night.

See?

What a party pooper.

Hey, Sean! Come sit here!

- Here I come, brother!
- Sit down.

You can't even stand up straight!

You're spinning
like a parachute in the air.

It's you who had to sit down
to stop staggering.

I can hold my booze!

Why did you call me here?

Look at this place.

This is the perfect place
to get even more hammered.

Perfect, I tell you!

We can hide here and get wasted
without Evans bothering us, right?

It doesn't look so perfect to me.

I say it looks pretty uncomfortable,
actually.

Come on.

- Those poor people, what an end!
- What are you talking about?

- People who died! See what I mean?
- Nope!

Wait, hold on a second
and shut up.

- What is it?
- Didn't you hear that?

- Hear what?
- A voice. A woman's voice.

Give me a break.
I told you, you can't hold your booze.

I'm sure it was the voice of a woman,
no doubt about it.

You'd hear it too
if you weren't so drunk.

Come back, Kevin!

Hey! Where are you going?

- Stop acting like a fool!
- The only fool here is you, Sean.

Let's go back.

There must be a party down here!

Hey! Hey!

I saw you!
Where are you?

Kevin! Where are you?

Where are you, Kevin?

Kevin?

Kevin!

You work for Interpol,
Inspector Carter.

I don't understand why you're here
to investigate an accident.

I know this place too well, Professor.

My wife was born around here.

The locals aren't bad,
just too superstitious.

They'll interpret the death
of your two colleagues as an omen.

And they'll consider you responsible
for everything that'll happen from now on.

Bad weather included, got it?

What do you suggest I do?

Stay away from the locals
as much as you can.

I told you,
they're very superstitious.

Anyway, you can count on me.

You know how to reach me
if you need any help.

- All right?
- Thank you, Inspector.

Don't mind the animals.

They're my friends.

The only ones I can trust.

Come on.

Sit down, don't be afraid.

What do you want?
Why have you invited me here?

You're here to learn the truth.
No matter what happens.

What does that mean?

Sometimes the truth
can be dangerous.

Especially for the one
who reveals it.

But also for the one
who listens.

Will you endanger yourself
to tell me?

I'm not afraid.
My fate has already been sealed.

It's written in the stars.

People can't escape their fate.

I'll tell you the story
of the old monastery up the hill.

It's a story of violence,
sin, and blood.

A story that happened
hundreds of years ago.

Yet I can see it
before my very eyes.

As if it happened yesterday.

There were five nuns
living in that convent.

They were all beautiful
young women.

Each of them
had made a pact with Satan.

This is what was said
about them at the time.

But some locals also spoke
of wild orgies,

orgies they thought were happening
within the monastery,

all because of those nuns.

No one was able to confirm
those stories.

But the young men
in Santa Rosalia,

the ones supposed to have participated
in those orgies,

mysteriously vanished.

Then, inexplicably,

the terrible fruit
of those infernal nights

vanished as well.

Lord, help her.

Holy Mary, Mother of God…

Then, one night, the time came
to stop that sacrilege.

The men of Santa Rosalia revolted.

Together they went to the convent
and crucified the five nuns.

Their bodies were left to rot
at the bottom of the crypt.

Right where they had consummated
their perverse games.

It's awful.

Their bodies are still tied
to those crosses.

Forget what you've seen.

Don't say a single word
about this to anybody

if you want to stay alive.

Now you know what happened.

Forget about this story.
Leave this place.

Go away
and don't come back anymore.

And may God help you.

Inspector?

Inspector?

Yes, I'm coming.

Did you find
something interesting?

A few traces of blood.

Not enough evidence, right?

The boat has stayed anchored
for three days.

The man is nowhere to be found,
no one has seen him.

Andy, I don't want any responsibility.

- Giannini?
- Yes, sir.

Tow the boat into port
and alert the harbour police, got that?

Listen, Andy, it's up to the local police
to solve this case.

I can always say
it's outside my jurisdiction.

- This is what I'll do, got it?
- Loud and clear, boss.

Finish your report and hand it
to the local police, pronto.

Then we'll try to find the man.

If he's wounded,
he's probably at some hospital.

Of course.

One more thing.

Write a very detailed report,
I don't want anyone giving us trouble.

Andy, I don't want to hear any complaints
from the chief about our investigation.

I don't want to be asked if we're making
progress or if we've hit a dead end.

Inspector!

Inspector, look!

Where have you gone?

Why aren't you here
to greet me?

Ungrateful beasts!

There's people who deserve
that kind of treatment.

I'd hold my tongue
if I were you.

Well, a loose tongue can't kill anyone,
just hurt some feelings.

Four people have already paid
with their lives.

All because
of the curiosity of others.

It's too high a price,
don't you think?

What do you mean
by all this?

How have they died?

I have nothing more to say,
Inspector.

I can only add that someone
will surely pay for the evil they caused.

Cut it out,
I'm not here to play games.

- You hear me?
- I've already said too much.

I want to save my neck.

Here's your steak.
Have a good day, Inspector Carter.

Have a good day, Turi.

Here we are.

As I was saying, Professor,

lots of villains don't conceal their identities
in the crime novels I read.

And, many times, these criminals leave
their signature at the scene of the crime.

Well, in the case
you're investigating,

the signature is that of a monster.

This killer
seems absolutely insane.

Yes, maybe you're right.

It would be wrong
to jump to conclusions, though.

The murderer could be anyone.

You'd be surprised if you looked
at the culprits we usually arrest.

I guess so,
but I can't stop thinking that…

Well, that our killer
is a real butcher.

You're trying to tell me
you think young Turi did it?

Well, I don't have any particular
suspects in mind.

I just meant to say that whoever killed Porter
has the instincts of a butcher.

Turi?

It could be a possibility.

But, as I said,
let's not jump to conclusions.

See, in the crime novels I read

impatient detectives
are often wrong.

Don't you agree with me, Professor?

I'm sorry,
but I don't read crime novels.

But you still have
an opinion about it!

Read this report
I got from Interpol.

There's a few things
I didn't consider before.

Go on.
What other things?

Another suspect.

Someone I'd have never thought of.

- And who's this person?
- Of course, Professor.

It's you.

Me?

- Is this a joke?
- No, I'm deadly serious.

Allow me another minute
to explain.

If you'd read the novels
I was telling you about,

you'd know that,
in a murder investigation,

one shouldn't rule out
any suspects.

And I've become, let's say,
unexpectedly suspicious of you.

What did you so unexpectedly
find out about me?

Well, seeing as you're so interested,
I'll spill the beans about everything.

Of course, go ahead.

I'd like to ask you a few more questions first,
if you don't mind.

Fine. Ask me anything.

Tell me something about Porter.

Were you friends,
acquaintances, what?

Well, there wasn't anything unusual
between us.

We were just acquaintances.

Colleagues
and fellow archaeologists.

The only difference was that he worked
underwater and I work on land.

Did you have a friendly relationship?

- More or less.
- More or less?

Yes, we were on friendly terms.

- What are you getting at?
- The document I've read says otherwise.

It says that…

Found it. It's about something
that happened ten years ago.

It says you rejected
one of his papers,

before accusing him
of plagiarism.

That's an old story.
I didn't even remember it.

But it's on record
at the University of Toronto.

The university records everything.

Don't place too much emphasis
to a purely professional issue like that.

It wasn't even that important.

Tell me what it's got to do
with Porter's murder.

Perhaps nothing.

This report deems it quite important,
on the other hand.

The episode forced you to resign
as department head.

I'm sure you'll remember the topic
of your dispute.

Allow me to refresh your memory.

It was about the head of a statue.

Which the victim had found
at the bottom of the sea.

And the interesting detail is that
the head had been cut from the body.

Paul, I wanted to…

- No, not now.
- Paul, I need to talk to you.

- Hey, have a look at these…
- Later, guys.

What's wrong with him?

Liza.

What is it, Paul?

I think it's time we stop this expedition
and return to Toronto.

- Why?
- Why?

Because of what happened
to Sean, Kevin, and Porter.

And you even wonder why?

I know it was horrible,
but I don't want to leave now.

Why not?

Because it wouldn't be fair.

Because four people have died
to find an answer.

Because we're scientists.

Is it not our duty
to keep investigating?

No.

No?

- But, Paul…
- Liza, I said no.

Excuse me, Paul,
I need to show you something.

I think you should give it a look.

Finally! Just what I needed!

Let's go.

If we stay, it'll only be to keep investigating
and nothing more!

Yes, Paul.

Inspector!

Turi's wife is inside.
She's calmed down, thankfully.

Her screams woke up
the whole village.

Her husband didn't come home
last night.

She came to look for him
and found the door open.

He wasn't in the shop and she's afraid
something happened to him.

It's natural, with all those people
dying left, right and centre.

Come with me.

Please, Madam,
tell us your story again.

No, no… no.

Please.

Maybe you'll remember some new details
you forgot to tell us before.

I'll try.

So, last night your husband
didn't return home for dinner.

Please, I can't tell you
all over again, I just can't.

Listen, Madam,
you must trust us.

We need your cooperation
in order to help you.

We need every possible detail
in order to be able to find your husband.

- Down to the tiniest detail.
- OK, I understand.

I'm sure something bad
has happened to him.

He's always been on time,
something must have happened to him.

He couldn't have left the village,
he didn't have anywhere to go!

- Are you sure about that?
- Andy. Follow me outside.

Don't let anybody enter that room
before I return.

I'll take care of it.

Paul, the locals have gone crazy
and want to destroy the monastery!

They're coming here
and they're armed!

Go, start packing.
We're leaving.

- All right.
- Hurry!

Liza?

Liza!

Three more crates over there
and we're done.

Robbie? Robbie!

Robbie?

John?

John!

- What's wrong, dear?
- Have you seen Robbie?

- Why?
- Have you seen him?

- Isn't he over there?
- I haven't seen him in two hours.

I'm worried. Go find him.

- OK, I'll find him.
- Hurry, don't waste time!

- Robbie?
- Robbie!

- Robbie?
- Robbie!

Robbie!

Robbie!

Dad! Help me, Dad!

Dad!

Robbie!

Where are you?

Dad, help! Dad!

Help me, Dad!

Robbie!

Where are you? Robbie!

Dad! Help me! Dad!

No!

Dad! Dad!

- Help!
- No!

Where are you, Dad?

Dad!

Robbie!

Don't move, Robbie!

Don't! Don't come closer!

- Dad!
- No!

Dad!

No!

Liza!

Liza!

Liza!

Liza!

Liza!

Liza!

Liza!

- Let's get him!
- Let's show it to those scientists!

- Enough with archaeology!
- Let's kick them out of our village!

- Yes!
- Yeah!

Liza?

Liza!

No!

- Let's get her!
- Come on!

Look!
That woman is on the cross!

- Let's kill them all!
- Let's do it!

- She must die!
- Let's kill her!

- Let's finish her!
- She must die!

Let's burn her, come on!

Yeah!

Damn you!

- It's horrible.
- This place is cursed!

Let's get away from here!

We've got to leave, quick!

- I don't want to stay here one minute more!
- Let's get out of here!

- Come on!
- Hurry!

Everyone out, hurry!

Let's get away, come on!

- I can't believe my eyes!
- My God!

What happening?

Let's get out of here!

Liza! No!

It had to be done!

- She's gone!
- Yes…

- Let's get out of here!
- Liza!

Liza.

Liza.

Liza…

Liza.