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- Hey, look out.

Look where
you're going.

UFFIZI GALLERY

- Miss?

Are you
all right?

Let me
help you up.

Don't worry, it must
have been the heat.

You've cracked your
lip, it's bleeding a little.

- Excuse me
Miss, you forgot this.

Hey, you're
still bleeding.

Take this.

Maybe you should
sit down a minute.

You want me to
take you to a hospital?

- No.

- My name's
Alfredo, what's yours?

- My name...

- I found it lying
open on the floor.

THE WHITE NIGHTS

- Sorry, I
have to go.

- Wait, let me
go with you.

Do you
want a taxi?

Do you need
some money?

Do you know
your name?

Can you
remember it?

It was the
paintings, wasn't it?

Works of art
have power over us.

Great works of art
have great power.

Most of them,

they'll never
understand, but I do.

And I think
you do too.

- I'm sorry,
I have to go.

- Hey,

Just a second.

For the taxi.

Don't worry,
just take it.

HOTEL PORTA ROSSA

- Miss?

Miss?

Miss Manni?

Miss Manni!

Miss Manni,
didn't you hear me?

Chief Inspector
Manetti called.

He called a
number of times.

It seemed urgent.

- Who?

- Manetti,

Chief
Inspector Manetti.

FLORENCE AT NIGHT,
MAP OF FLORENCE

- Who am I?

Manni.

One to relax,
two to sleep.

Doctor in Rome.
NAME OF PATIENT:

Anna Manni.

Hello?

Information?

Yes, I'm looking for
a number in Rome.

Anna Manni.

Yes.

Hi, this is Anna.

Leave me a message and I'll
call you back as soon as I can.

Set up
those lights over there,

Lock the doors!

Lock the doors!

- Where are we?
- Rome.

But you
can't pass here.

It's all right,
I'm a police officer.

- She's okay.

I know her.

Where have
you been?

We found
her an hour ago.

Manetti's
checking it out.

He wants
to talk to you.

Over there.
- Manni,

over here.

She's been dead
for about twelve hours.

Looks like
the same guy.

Raped fifteen women,
killed the last two.

I want you to
go to Florence.

We're sure he's raped
three women there,

but he
hasn't killed yet.

Why?

Three in Florence
and the rest in Rome.

You've followed
all the cases here,

and you know
the way he operates.

It's up
to you.

You leave tomorrow.

Talk to our
people in Florence.

Tell them what you know
and find out what they know.

Diplomatically, huh?

You're bright.

I can
trust you.

Now that he's
started killing,

he won't stop.

He's a mother.

- This guy's
a real wacko.

Did you see the
other two he killed?

- Anna,

phew, I'm
out of here too.

How about going to your
place for, uh, a pizza?

A video.

- Marco.
- Huh?

- Your gun, Assistant
Inspector Manni.

Did you come to Florence
just to look for me?

Well, you found me.

Here I am.

No!

- I want you the way
you were this morning,

With your
lips bleeding.

I wanted
so badly to

kiss your mouth,

your bleeding lips.

No, don't.

Stay awake.

I watched you
looking at the paintings.

You got that
feeling, didn't you?

You got
that feeling.

No, no.

Stay awake.

I want you to
come with me.

- No!

- Oh-hoh.

- Stop!

Stop.

Hey, what
happened here?

Calm down.
Calm down.

- I'm a police
officer from Rome.

Anna Manni.

Come on
guys, let's move it!

- Where are
the paramedics?

Hurry!

Okay, hold it.

- The lab team's
working on the room.

How's Anna?

This place
is a mess.

- Sir, I found
this out in the hall.

- Okay,
we're finished.

We'll have the results for
you in a couple of days.

- Do you feel
up to talking, huh?

- Yes.

- Was there anything
unusual about his features?

- No.

- Could you identify
him if you saw him again?

- Yes.

- Do you remember
having seen him before?

- Yes.

At the
police station.

He's identical
to the composite

they made of
the murderer.

- We're doing all
the clinical tests,

except
for the HIV.

It's still too
early for that.

You should have
one in a month,

then in three and
after six months.

I know it's
rough but,

there's
nothing to be done.

- No.

- I'm sorry
about all of this,

but the law
requires it.

It's a light sedative
to help you relax.

If you don't
want it, just say so.

You need to rest and
get your strength back.

Don't worry about
your loss of memory.

This kind of amnesia is
almost always temporary.

Lie down for a few
minutes and try to sleep.

- Anna.

I'll be right outside
if you need me.

Get some rest.

Okay?

- Miss!

Are you
all right?

- Oh, you've
broken your glass.

- Yes.

Would you
like something for that cut?

We have an antiseptic
in the first aid box.

- No.

- Oh, sorry.

- Maybe she
was right.

You should put
something on that cut.

It's bleeding
a lot.

Does it hurt?

- No.

Sure?

- Sure. It just
stings a little.

ROME

- Anna.

Hi.

Uh, let me
take your bag.

- No, no.

- Come on,
I'll carry it.

- Okay.

- So, how're
you doing?

- Inspector
Manetti's on his way.

Good luck.

- Anna, the
commission's arrived.

They're in
there waiting for you.

They're familiar with
your case, so don't worry,

they just want
to talk to you.

Why did you
cut your hair?

It's so short.

- I don't know.

I feel
better like this.

Why, is it
a problem?

- Absolutely not.

Here.

A new badge
and a new gun

to replace the ones
that bastard stole.

There was no
negligence on your part.

The commission just
confirmed what I knew already.

You know how
fond I am of you,

how much I
value your work.

I feel terrible
about what happened.

Maybe it was
partly my fault.

- Nine millimeter.

- The rounds
are steel-capped.

About the best defensive
weapon you can have.

Uh, they want you to
stick around headquarters,

for a while.

There's a lot of work
for someone like you.

And they want you to
start seeing our psychologist

twice a week.

Weill get
him, Anna.

Wherever he
is, we'll find him.

- Do you remember
what you said?

About when they start
to kill they never stop?

- Uh-huh.

- But he
didn't kill me.

I think he
wants me alive.

We don't have to look
for him, he'll come to me.

- Look, starting
from today,

you'll have an
around-the-clock police escort.

Two of
our best men.

Hi, this is Anna.

Leave me a message and I'll
call you back as soon as I can.

Thank you.

- I was sent to
Florence because, uh,

I do most of my work
with the anti-rape team.

It all started with a
series of cases in Rome,

and, uh,
nearby towns.

Then, in a month, there
were three cases in Florence.

And so my boss
sent me up there to

exchange information
with the local police,

to find out
what they knew.

I was in
my hotel room,

one morning, when
I got a phone call.

It was
a woman.

She said,

she said she knew I
was working on the case.

And she thought she
knew who the man was.

She told me her name,
but I, I can't remember it.

She said he
was in town and,

and uh, would
visit the Uffizi Gallery.

- How did
she know that?

I don't know.

She just said that, that
he'd be there that morning.

- Did you call
headquarters in Florence?

- No.

I went to
the museum.

I had a vague idea
of what he looked like

because I saw the
composites at the police station.

It was a
long shot.

But I
went anyway.

Pretty stupid, huh?

Yes.

I've always been
too sure of myself.

You know
what I thought?

I thought that
if I saw him,

I'd arrest him

or shoot him,
if necessary.

- What happened
at the museum?

There was,
uh, a long line.

Lots of
confusion.

Inside, it
was really weird.

Strange atmosphere.

The paintings,

they, they seemed
to be floating.

I followed a group of
tourists into a room.

And I
entered a painting.

Oh, it was as if I, I was
suddenly immersed in it.

I mean, I was
looking at it when...

I know it
sounds crazy.

- Let's try never to
use words like "crazy."

"The symptoms
include a cold sweat,

nausea, anxiety,
hallucinations,

severe depression
and personality changes."

- Yes.

- In 1817, the French writer
Stendhal was in Florence.

He was admiring
the works of art

in the church
of Santa Croce

when he was overcome
by powerful emotions.

It had certainly happened
to others before him,

but he was the first to
write about the phenomenon

in his diary.

That's why what happened
to you in the Uffizi

is known as the
Stendhal syndrome.

"My feeling is so profound
that it borders on pity.

All this speaks
clearly to my soul.

Oh, if only I
could forget it."

There was a certain
degree of happiness

in this powerful
feeling of Stendhal's.

Yet, in
spite of that,

the only thing he
wanted to do was

forget it.

- Hi, Anna.

How's it going?

- Hi, how you doing?
- Hi.

- Can I
come in?

- Sure.

Everything okay?

Stupid question.

I brought
you something.

Videos.

Buster Keaton films,

for a laugh.

Frozen pizzas.

And a bunch
of flowers,

for you.

- Marco, I don't
want these things.

- Hey, don't worry.

I'll leave it
for you anyway.

You eating these?

- Yes.

- But you never
used to eat chocolates.

Well, now I find I like to.

- I miss
you, Anna.

- No, I can't
make love, Marco.

I can't even
think about it.

You see,

I'm not your
woman anymore.

No!

I'm sorry.

But it's been
so long since we,

since we
made love.

- Right.

So you want
to have sex?

So, you want
to fuck, huh?

- Come on, Anna.

- You want
to screw, huh?

- Don't, Anna.

Stop.
- Turn around.

- No, what
are you doing?

Ahh.
- You want to fuck me, huh?

I'm fucking you.

- Come on, Anna.
- I'm fucking you.

- Anna, Anna,
stop it, please.

- You like it?

- Ah!
- Like to be fucked, huh?

- Anna, come on!
- Shut up!

I don't want to
hear your voice.

Shut up!

- Anna!
- Fucking you!

Sure you
like it.

I haven't
finished yet.

Anna!

Anna, I'm not...

Oh, shit.

- I wanted to
fuck him like a man.

The way
that men do it.

The idea of being
fucked disgusts me,

of having sex,
makes me puke.

I'm scared.

- Of what?

- Something
that's inside of me,

that makes
me hurt myself.

I keep
cutting myself,

hurting myself,
mainly the hands.

But I don't do
it on purpose.

Maybe I do.

The physical pain
doesn't bother me.

It makes
me feel alive.

- Now, let's put
things in order.

Two very serious
things happened to you.

A rapist-killer stalked you,
jumped you, and all the rest.

And there's
a good chance

that he'll come
looking for you again.

That's one thing.

Second, you got a shock
looking at those paintings.

A shock followed
by hallucinations.

The Stendhal
syndrome.

Er, that's
important, too.

But it's an illness
that will soon be over,

and the memory of what
you felt will fade away

until it
practically disappears.

For the moment,
you have to

try to love
yourself more.

To stop despising yourself
because you were raped.

Don't hate yourself
because he desires you.

You aren't
responsible for all that.

Where does
your family live?

- Viterbo.

- Why don't you
get away for a while?

Leave Rome,
I'll tell your boss.

Go to Viterbo.

It's close enough for us
to continue our meetings.

- I don't like
going back there.

I joined the police
force to get away

from everything that
place meant to me.

My brothers,
school friends,

my house,
my father.

ETRUSCAN MUSEUM

- Anna, you're back!

- Hi.

- Giulio!

Always hang
out in the square, huh?

Giulio, come here!

- Hey, look
who's back.

- What did
they do?

Kick you
off the force?

- No, I'm
on leave.

- Hey, why don't you
pass by old Mario's gym?

- Watch out,
I've been training.

Oh yeah?

Ciao.

- Anna.

- Hi, Dad.

- You're in
time for dinner.

Your brothers
are here already.

- New haircut.

- You've changed
the way you dress, too.

You look different.

- Yeah, you
look like a boy.

- What did you have to say
she looked like a man for?

- Because
she does, Dad.

You saw--
- So?

She's hardly
back in the house

and you have
to upset her.

Did the police
send you to a doctor?

- A psychologist.

- Is that
necessary?

- Yes.

I think so.

I have problems,
you know.

Is it closed?

The museum?

- It's been under restoration,
Anna, for the past two years.

Anna?

Anna?

- No, my father never
set foot in the museum.

I used to go there
with my mother.

She tried to
teach me art history.

She was
a painter.

Why do
you think this incident

came to
mind only today?

- I don't know.

I was driving
past the museum,

which is closed
for restoration work,

and I
remembered it.

Doctor, I think I might try
painting something myself.

Is that all right?
- Absolutely.

I think it's an
excellent idea.

- Anna,
what're you--

- Anna, calm down
before somebody gets hurt.

- Yeah,
we're training.

All
right, you two.

Don't just stand there,
let's mix it up a little.

- Okay, if you
want to get serious...

Hey,

So I left him.

I just
had to.

Not that he
was bad in bed,

I mean, in bed,
he made up for it.

But some things
are just too much,

you know
what I mean?

He kept pushing
and pushing

and finally,
something snapped.

No, I don't expect guys to
be completely honest with me.

Do I look like somebody
who believes in fairy tales?

But still, a girl appreciates
a gentleman now and then.

Hmm, sure.

I'd like to
kiss you, too.

He never
liked kissing.

I'm the
opposite.

I'm the oral type.

Wait.

There's a
place back here.

Where, where you
know the local whores go.

Come.

Come, come.

- A hooker from
Senegal called us,

one of the bunch that
does tricks in this area.

She brings her
clients back here at night.

Found her
lying down there.

Hold
it a sec.

- Ah, it's
him again.

Same technique.

What
did you see?

- I come
here alone, see,

I call
my friend.

I don't know
who she is.

- And you?
- I, I've never see her.

I've never
see her.

- It was definitely
what's his name, Alfredo.

- He told me that's
what his name was,

but I don't
believe it.

- There's nothing
to be afraid of.

- Sure.

- We've got you
protected, night and day.

You see that
guy down there?

His name's Parisi.

He was in the
Marines, a captain.

They're
pretty tough.

Now, here's
that list you wanted.

I don't
get it, Anna.

What are
you doing?

Why do you want to contact
all the women he raped?

I mean--
- I don't know.

I just want
to talk to them.

Who knows?

Maybe I'll
learn something.

Well, you didn't need
to drive all this way

to give me these
phone numbers.

You could've
faxed them.

- No, no, no.

I wanted to.

I wanted
to see you.

Anna,
tell Marco to come in.

- No, he
has to go.

What did you
say you wanted?

- To see you.

- So,

what
do you see?

- Who is
it, hello?

- Hello.
- What's your name?

- Vincenzo.

And I bet your
last name's Gorlai, right?

- Yes.
- Is your mommy home?

Mommy!

- Hello?
- Yes, uh,

my name is
Anna Manni.

- Do I know you?
- No.

No, I'm a
police officer.

I work with the ARD.

The anti-rape
department.

- I see.

What can
I do for you?

I'd like to ask
you about your experience.

Nothing very--

- I'm really sorry, but I
can't answer any questions.

Yes, I know
how hard it is to--

- It isn't a question
of hard or easy.

I don't want to answer any
more questions, that's all.

I'm here
with my children.

I was lucky I
wasn't murdered.

I'm here, now.

And I don't want
to go back there.

So you really want
to know what happened to me?

- Yes, if you
want to tell me.

- Sure, I do.

I remember
trusting him.

I was lying
in a field.

I remember his
hands around my neck

squeezing
tighter and tighter

and the feeling of being
torn between the legs, inside.

I remember that every time
he stopped squeezing my neck,

he hit me
in the face.

I remember
his stinking breath.

Then I also
remember thinking,

this son
of a bitch,

this son of a bitch
isn't very different

from my
ex-husband.

That pig.

You know, this
city's full of monsters.

People moving
away from large, built-up areas

attracted by safer, more
acceptable living conditions

in the provinces are having
to pay an unexpected price.

Rents are rising in
small to medium--

- Yes, you continue to
talk about my wife's murder,

but you don't
mention all the rest,

before she
was killed.

- I'm sorry to have
disturbed you, Mr. Marini.

I shouldn't have.

- And all of this
happened to my wife!

The woman
that I loved.

And I'll never know
what she had to endure.

What torture!

Can you
tell me?

Can you tell me
what she was thinking?

What she
was feeling?

Can you tell me
that, Miss Manni?

- Left, combination,

left, left, jab,
jab, work it, good.

Keep it up.

Keep it movin'.

I'm sorry, Anna.

I didn't
mean to.

Sorry.

- Why?

The blood
makes you sick?

Huh?

Look!
- Hey, Anna.

- Look!

"I'm eating
with Alessandro.

Join us, Dad."

Hello?

- Hello, Anna.

I've missed you.

I've thought
a lot about you.

"My feeling
is so profound

that it
borders on pity.

All this speaks
clearly to my soul.

Ah, if only I
could forget it."

Yes, if only
I could forget.

Stendhal couldn't.

And you,

can you forget?

Can you
forget me?

I've missed
you so much.

Never three with
the same match.

It's unlucky.

You hear
that noise?

It's
running water.

It's absolutely

pure.

Do you remember
when you were pure?

You know, junkies
used to use this place,

but something must
have scared them away.

They left to shoot
up somewhere else.

Scream.

Let's play
a game.

- We're out
in the country.

Two miles east
of the highway.

There's no
trace of Anna.

No, no, no.

The helicopter has
to go back to base.

And continue the
search tomorrow morning.

Of course, I'm
gonna carry on.

How many other
teams can you get

to patrol the
rest of this area?

- Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Remember, I like to
make phone calls too.

Oh yes,

I really do.

Like when I
called you in Florence.

Except then,
I had this voice.

You don't know me,

but there's something
I must tell you.

The man
you're looking for

will be visiting the Uffizi
Gallery this morning.

Yes,
I like making phone calls.

And you
fell for it.

I'd already
spotted you in Rome.

I knew what
you wanted.

You wanted me.

You like
me, don't you?

I know you're
always on my side.

And I
love you too.

I see you
changed guns.

Moved up to
a nine millimeter.

You don't use this
baby to stop your man.

Pow!

You use it when you
want to blow him to bits.

I have to meet
somebody in town.

I have something that
she desperately desires.

Hmm.

What fresh,
invigorating air.

- Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

- You'll have to do a
lot better than that.

What are you
going to do?

Shoot me?

Are you gonna
shoot me?!

You can't
shoot me.

You're a fucking cop,
you have to arrest me!

I give up.

Arrest me,
it's my right.

- You have the
right to shut up.

- Well,
is that better?

Move.

Can't you move?

What about a walk
in the nice, fresh air?

How do you like the
fresh, invigorating air?

Can you
hear the water?

It's so clean!

You remember
when you were clean?

What are
you looking at?

You want
to have sex?

Hmm?

No, really,
tell me.

What do
you want?

Don't be shy.

What?

Oh, I see.

You want to
take a bath.

"Cause
you feel dirty.

Yes.

You want to
take a long bath.

Will I have
this scar forever?

- No, you'll see.

With a little plastic
surgery, in no time,

you'll be as
good as new.

No sign
of the scar.

- Here, look
at this map.

You see, the river
runs down the valley

for a mile and a
half and then ends up

in the water
company's outfall drain.

- Why is locating the
body such a problem?

- Because the
drain is divided

into dozens of
filtering channels.

You know how
it is, Inspector,

there was a scramble
for contracts around here

when it
was built.

And a lot of people
tried to get in on the act.

- So nobody knows where
this damn river ends up.

- I'm an engineer in the
maintenance department, Inspector.

I didn't have
anything to do

with the speculation
that went on.

- I want
that body found.

- A broken neck.

A nine millimeter
bullet in his chest

and enough blood
around to fill a bathtub.

- I still want
that body found.

- He's gone
forever, Anna,

dead.

You killed him.

- He'll never
go away.

He'll always
come back.

Always.

ROME

Hello.

Just
a moment, please.

I have Chief
Inspector Manetti for you.

- Thank you.

Anna.

We're gonna pay a
visit to that bastard's wife.

You were right, his name
was Alfredo, Alfredo Grossi.

I thought you'd want to come
along, since it's your case.

- Yes, I do.
- Okay.

We'll pick you up
in fifteen minutes.

We know this is
hard for you, Mrs. Grossi.

Now, we'd like to ask you
about your husband's movements.

Dates, the days
he wasn't home.

- That's her.

That's her,
isn't it?

- Excuse me?

- I saw her picture in
the papers and on TV.

- Mrs. Grossi,

uh, this is
Inspector Manni,

one of our
best officers.

She's been
working on the case

and has every
right to be here.

- I'm not answering any
questions in front of her.

Would you
like to reconsider that?

- Sorry, it's out
of the question.

Now, from the beginning.

Bear with
me, Mrs. Grossi.

I'd like to know
exactly where and when

you last saw
your husband.

PROVOCATIVE, MORBID, WHO KNOWS
WHAT EFFECT IT MAY HAVE ON ANNA.

I feel
myself changing.

My friend Betty
says I'm crazy.

Why do you
continue to use the word "crazy"?

- You know what
I thought yesterday?

I thought my
real name was Louise.

Louise.

Do you
like Louise?

You're amazing.

You never
say anything.

I read a really interesting
story on the way here.

There's
this judge,

sitting on
a river bank.

A traveler
asks him,

"May I use
this boat?"

And he says,
"Sure, it's mine."

So the traveler pushes
the boat into the water,

but it sinks
and he drowns.

A man who was watching
shouts at the judge,

"But why didn't
you warn him

that the boat
had a hole in it?"

And the great
judge replies,

"The question of the boat's
condition was not raised."

- I know
you're suffering,

but the things that
happened take time.

- I don't have time.

He might appear
at any moment.

- He's dead, Anna.

- Yeah?

Who says
so, you?

Did they
find the body?

No.

I can sense that he's
still thinking about me,

that he
wants me,

that he
still exists.

Anyway,
thanks to you,

I've recovered
from one thing,

the Stendhal
syndrome.

Paintings don't
obsess me anymore.

On the
contrary...

Don't
look at it.

He left his
mark on me.

They say that after two years
and, and four operations,

the scar
will disappear.

Do you
think it will?

Aya!

Hey-ey!

Oh, sorry.

- Are you interested
a lot in art?

- Yes.

You, too?

- Oh, very
much, yes.

I studied fine
arts two years here.

- Really?

- Un second!
I'll get it for you.

- No.

- No?

- Well, okay, thanks.

- My name
is, uh, Marie.

- Hi.

Marie?

- Yes, Marie.
I'm French.

- But I thought that Marie
was a woman's name.

- Well, in French
it isn't so exact.

It can be a
man or a woman.

- Oh.

- Do you have
a, uh, voiture?

Oh, you mean a car?

- Yes.

No, I don't.

- Then,
if you like,

I can give you a ride
on my French scooter.

- Okay.
- Okay?

- My name
is Anna.

- It is with great pleasure
that I make your acquaintance.

- It's a plaisir to
meet you too, Marie.

- No, Ma-rie.
- Ma-rie.

Voila. Marie.

- Ma-rie.

I love art too.

What made you come
to Italy to study art?

- Oh, the
renaissance,

rinascimento,
the baroque,

Raffaello,
Michelangelo,

Masaccio,
Simone Martini,

Titian, Giorgione,
Botticelli, Rosso Fiorentino,

Caravaggio,
Leonardo da Vinci,

Mantegna, Tintoretto,

Cosimo Tura, Paolo
Uccello, Il Pontormo,

Beato Angelico,

Wiligelmo,
Giacomo Della Porta,

Piero della Francesca.

He thinks
I'm a law student.

- Anna, why didn't you tell him
that you were a policewoman?

- I don't know.

- What do you
like about him?

Well,

First of all, that
he isn't a cop.

- Have you thought
about how you met him?

- Yes.

I was looking
at some paintings.

- Like Alfredo.

- But it's not
the same thing.

You know
it isn't.

I thought I'd turned into
an arid, mediocre person.

And then I met a
very sweet, French boy

who made
me smile.

I thought you'd
be pleased to know

something,

that I
laughed, too.

- Here, try this.

My mother sent
it from France.

- What is it?

- Why do
you ask?

Don't you trust me?

It's foie gras.

- What?

Goose liver.

It's really good.

It's really--

- Mmm-hmm.

- Tasty.

- Oui.

I've always hated liver.

- It's all right.

- Wait, don't move.

Let me do it.

No, let
me do it.

- Anything new?

- No, nothing.

- Anna?

- She's home.

- Okay, you
guys can go.

I'll be here until
three or four, okay?

- Okay.

- Hello.

Hello?

Hello, who's there?

Marco!

There was someone in
the street over there.

It looked
like Alfredo.

- I've been
here for hours.

I haven't
seen anyone.

Nobody who looked
like him, that's for sure.

Come on.

I'll come
home with you,

So you can relax.

- But, oh.

- It's okay.

Let's go.

Come on!

It's kind of
funny sitting here,

having all this freaky
art looking down at you.

- Please,
it's not true.

Marco!

No, no,
don't say that!

Marco!

No, leave
him alone.

Please.

No, he's got nothing
to do with all this.

No.

You mustn't
touch him.

Marco!

- Hello.

Hello?

If it's
happening in the world of sports--

- Fuck!
- Then we've got your ticket

to the latest
scores and highlights

plus in-depth
interviews--

- It was him.

- We'll tap
your phone.

Right away.
Don't worry.

What did
he say?

- He said...

- Anna, what
did he tell you?

- He said he knows
I've been with Marie.

Who's she?

- No, I
mean, Marie.

He's a boy.

A friend of
mine from France.

He said, he
knows we're in love,

that we
make love,

and he's
very jealous.

He said he's gonna
teach him a lesson.

- Doesn't
sound like him.

It's not his
way of operating.

He's not
interested in men.

- He said, "I'm
very jealous of him,

and I'm going to teach him
a lesson once and for all."

Perth
will be partly cloudy.

- Hello?

Yes, Marie Beyle, please.

Okay, then tell
him that Anna called,

and to call her back
as soon as he comes in.

Okay, thank you.

Hello?
- Hello?

It's Marie here.

Are
you all right?

Tell me
you're okay.

- Of course
I'm okay.

Marco,
you can hang up now.

I've missed you so much.
- Me too, Anna.

I missed
you, too.

All I
do is think of you.

I know it's stupid,
but I can't stop.

I'm always
thinking about you.

Your mouth, your hands.
- Me too, Anna.

- I love you.

If anything happened
to you, I think I'd die.

- What? What
are you saying?

- Hello?
- I'm here, Anna.

- So, when will you
finish your project?

Uh,
in half an hour?

- Okay.

Wait for me.

I'll meet you there.
- Okay.

- I want to
make love to you.

- Me too.
Bye.

- Marco,

I'm gonna take a bath.
- Okay.

- It's closed.

Sorry, it's
closed for today.

- I'm looking for Marie Beyle.

- Marie?

Never
heard of her.

- Him.

He's a man.

He works here as
a research assistant.

- Is that so?

And who
might you be?

- Now get your
fucking walkie-talkie out

and find him before
you lose your job!

- Okay.

- Oh, Anna

Excuse me.

- Hi.
- Hi.

We're finished,
okay?

I just need a
few more minutes.

- Okay.

How many minutes?

- Oh,
just a few.

I have to put away the
models and canvases, so, uh,

can you
wait downstairs?

You can't
stay here.

- Okay, I'll wait
for you downstairs.

- Okay.

What is it?

Hmm?

- Nothing.

Um, it's
just that,

it's just that there are
some things I didn't tell you.

Okay, later then.

- Okay.

See you soon.
- See you later.

- Your French
is perfect.

- Yeah.

No, but
promise me,

that you'll come down
as soon as you're finished.

- Yes, I'll come
straight to you.

Bye.
- Bye.

Who is it?

- Professor?

Professor!

Is anybody
in there?

Tell me
what to do.

Should I
lock the doors?

Yes, there's a
body in there!

- Let me go!
- Wait!

You can't go in there!
- No!

No!

Let me go!
Let me go!

Let me go!

- Let go
of her!

Let her go!
- Let me go!

Marie!

My baby!

- Anna, Anna.

- Don't touch him.

- Anna,

listen--

Don't touch him.

Marie!

- Anna.

Anna, it's me.

- Who called him?

- Anna.

My son told me
a lot about you.

He used
to call you,

"my marvelous little Anna!"

- Come on, Marco.

Come on.

- I didn't mean
to scare you.

- Everything
scares me.

- There are some things I
want to talk to you about.

Do you
have time?

- Yes.

He'll never
give up.

Will he?

- He's the kind of murderer who
only stops when he's caught,

or killed.

That's what a lot of people
are hoping will happen.

Anyway, the important
thing is for you to understand

that he's
not infallible.

He can
be caught.

After all,
he's just a man.

You know that
he's just a man.

- He'll never let
himself be caught.

- How can
you be so sure?

- Because,
because he knows.

Because
he knows what?

- Everything.

Every
fucking thing.

- But how
could he, Anna?

How could he
know everything?

What's the hold up?

Bring it
over here.

Come on, come on,
hurry up, guys, let's go.

- Judging by its
state from over here,

I'd say it's
been in the water

for at least
three weeks.

Maybe more.

- Roberto!
- Yes, sir?

- How was he
supposed to be dressed?

- According to
the composite,

blue trousers, white
T-shirt, and black socks.

- Okay.

Mario!
Mario!

I want to see
you up there.

- Officer, officer, officer,
- Okay, we're done.

- What did
I tell you?

It's a real
maze of canals.

The body was probably
knocked through one conduit

after another.

I told you,
speculation.

- You say you
should have realized

he wouldn't let
you have him.

Have who?

Marie.

Alfredo doesn't want
me to have anybody else.

- Which means you're
his and no one else's.

- Why do
you say that?

- You said, "he
knows everything."

Are you sure?

- Yes.

At least, he knows
everything about me.

- Just a moment.

Think of
what you just said.

"He knows
everything about me."

You really
believe that?

- Believe it?

I know it.

- And you believe
that he knows you better

than you
know yourself.

Is that
what you think?

- What I think is
that you should leave.

Now!
Please go!

- Why do you
want me to leave, Anna?

Hi, this is Anna.

Leave me a message,
and I'll call you back

as soon
as Il can.

Thank you.

Anna, it's Marco.

We found
Alfredo.

We just hauled his
body out of the canal.

It's been in the
water for three weeks.

Do you know
what that means?

There's another lunatic
running around, an imitator.

Call me as soon
as you hear this.

- That's no
surprise, is it?

We knew that
Alfredo was dead.

And that it wasn't
him who killed Marie.

- What are
you getting at?

- It's the moment
of truth, Anna.

The time has come
to shake off the lies,

like you take a winter
coat off when summer comes.

- Right Manetti,

a minimum
of three weeks.

There's no
doubt Chief, it's him.

Her
police escort?

Why isn't
there one at night?

I called her, but
there's no answer.

Yes, I'm on my
way there now.

I'll stay tonight.

Christ,
where were you?

Here.

- I called you
over and over.

Maybe I
was in the bathroom.

- Didn't you
get my message?

This afternoon, they found
Alfredo Grossi's body,

in the canal.

So?

- So, why don't
you let me in?

Why should I?

- Don't you
realize he's dead?

It wasn't...

Alfredo.

- No!

No!

- My God.

- He forced
his way in here,

He was saying crazy
things, he made no sense.

And then, and then he
tried, he wanted to rape me.

He tried to do the
same thing Alfredo did.

It was
him, Marco.

He killed Marie.

He was the only one
who knew everything,

Because
I told him.

- Why didn't
you call us?

- But don't
you understand?

He killed Marie
out of jealousy.

He didn't want me
to love anybody else.

- Why didn't
you call me?

Anna.

I don't
believe it.

I mean,
I just don't.

- What?

What don't
you believe?

- That the doctor
wanted to rape you,

and that he
killed Marie.

- What do you
believe then?

- Anna, I don't think you
understand right now, okay?

- The body you
found isn't Alfredo.

It isn't him.

It was
definitely him, Anna.

- No, it
isn't Alfredo.

- What are you
talking about?

Because
I know where he is.

- Where is he?

- He's
inside of me.

I've become him.

He's like an
affliction, a cancer,

that grows
bigger every day.

Every day, his presence
inside me gets stronger.

Why didn't
you realize?

Why didn't
you help me?

Why didn't
you stop me,

before I
killed him,

before I
killed Marie?

He forced his
way into me,

and now I
can't get rid of him.

- Anna.

Anna, listen.

- You have to help
me get rid of him,

because
he won't stop.

He controls me.

He orders me to
do horrible things,

like killing Marie,
and my doctor.

- Okay.
Relax.

Calm down.

Listen, I have to
take you somewhere.

- No!

- No.

Don't worry.

A place where
they'll help you.

Where's
your gun?

- My gun.

- Yes, where
is it, Anna?

- Why, do
you need it?

- It will
help us.

- Okay, then
come with me.

He loves
paintings.

Maybe that's why he
likes to be inside of me.

Because I
love art too.

It's in here.

- I'll get it.

- Do you
recognize me now?

It's me, Alfredo.

Spread out
and check the whole street.

Hurry up!

- I told you I
wasn't dead, but,

but you didn't
believe me.

I have to remember to fix
everything before I leave.

Everything
must be in order.

Oh, that's
very important.

I have to go to
Dad's on Wednesday.

Yes, yes, I
mustn't forget that.

It's really
important.

And then, I have to
pick up the clothes

at the dry
cleaners, yes.

That's very, very, that's
very important, yes.

No, that's
the first thing.

And the second, the,
the second, the second,

the clothes at
the dry cleaners.

Yes, yes,
that's important.

No, no.

Where do I
go from here?

Where?

- Get her!

But don't shoot!

Don't you
dare shoot.

It's Anna.

Don't you dare!

- Okay.

Okay.

I think I
did everything.

Yes, at least I
did what I had to.

No.

Maybe if I stop
here to rest a little,

maybe they
won't bother me.

Maybe they
won't see me.

No, no, no, no.
I better not.

No, I
better not.

I'm so tired.

I need
to be alone.

So people
won't bother me.

- Hey, stop!
- I'll be much happier.

- Wait!

Wait!

Wait!

- What are you
doing with that gun?

You want to shoot me?
- Where are you going, Anna?

- Huh, you wanna shoot me?
- Calm down!

You want to kill me?

Let me go!

Leave me alone!

- Don't be afraid.

We won't
hurt you.

- Anna, it's
no problem.

- It's not
your fault, Anna.

Just trust me.

Trust me, please.

- Yes, Anna, yes.

- Okay, that's it.

Easy, easy, easy.
- It's okay.

That's it.

- It's okay,
it's no problem.