All language subtitles for Reflections.In.Black.1975.srt - eng(2)

REFLECTIONS IN BLACK
(VICE HAS BLACK STOCKINGS)

- Come on, Guido, drink it.

It's warm and
it'll do you good.

Once the Inspector gets here and you've
talked to him, you can go home and rest.

Drink up.

- Poor creature.

I heard her screams.

- It was ghastly.
- Not amusing, that's for sure.

- Get out of the way!
- Sorry boys, I can't say anything for now.

You'll know something
soon, don't worry.

- The inspector has arrived.

Here's your scattergun.

Next time, make
sure the safety's off.

Otherwise, spit in the his
face or blow a raspberry at him.

- Got your bloodhound
nose on the case, Panto?

- I have a cold, Inspector.
- Huh?

- Hey, Buscialz'a!
- Yes, Inspector?

- You and Buscialz'a will
search Lusini's apartment.

After that, just run
the usual procedure.

Ask around:
shopkeepers, neighbors, friends.

- Should I wait for the
forensics team to finish?

- Just get started, there's plenty
of fingerprints and blood everywhere.

This is a crime committed
by a maniac or a madman.

- Plenty of both around
nowadays, Inspector.

- Indeed.

- Buscialz'a!
- Yes, Sarge?

- Let's go earn our keep.

- Go to the morgue
and stay there on hand.

- This bitch says I stole her
purse, but I didn't do anything!

Sarge, she says I stole
her purse but I found...

- Calm down, calm down.
- I swear it, Sarge!

- I got it, they're foreigners
who don't understand kindness.

- But...
- Get in there!

- Move it!
- That crook...

- Yes I know Miss,
just sit over there.

What a thing...

Drunk again?
- He claims he's the Pope's son.

- He came here to
make that lousy joke.

Where's the inspector?
- In there.

- Busciala, wait for me in the car.
- Very good, Sergeant.

Bye.
- See you.

- Two of her seven
wounds proved fatal.

Here: the jugular was
severed completely.

These cuts to the arm
and shoulder were not fatal.

The second fatal wound was
the cut to the cervical spine.

- Good morning,
everyone. Pardon me.

- A nasty sight.

- Any ideas about what
weapon the killer used?

- I'd say a carving knife.
- I think he used a razor.

- What kind of razor?
- A razor razor! A barber's razor.

You can't slit a woman's throat
with an electric razor, can you?

- Pantc') is right,
it could be a razor.

I will have to further
examine the wounds.

- Eleven years I've been
on the job, in all of Sicily!

AII before crossing
the Tronto River.

In my opinion, she
was killed with a razor.

- District Attorney,
see you tomorrow.

- I'll call you, Inspector.
- At your service.

- He should go fuck himself.

- You don't like him, do you?
- Why? Do you?

- Well, better he would
have entered the seminary.

- The church has enough problems as it is.
- Let's go, Panto.

- In my opinion, things are bad
because the bosses don't understand shit.

- Do you think the passport is ready?
- Let's hope so!

- Let's go have some coffee, Busciala.
- All right, Inspector.

- To think this
city is so peaceful...

- "The body of Concetta
Ligari, also known as Nelly,

born in Ragusa
on May 13, 1952..."

- Thirteen is supposed
to be a lucky number.

- How long had she been living here?
- Two years.

- According to
the vice squad,

she worked as a prostitute
for at least six months.

- She last worked as a
hairdresser in a shop downtown.

- Too many women
involved in this case.

A woman's corpse,

in the antechamber the
footprints of a woman's heels.

Very clear prints,
too, with all that blood.

- The night watchman said he saw a
woman in black get into a dark car.

That's how
clear this is.

- One, two,
three and four.

My dear Panto, we'll have to
work hard to find these fine people.

- Jeez, tough nut to crack!

First we need to check if they are
locals, and if the neighbors saw them.

If they did, we need to
determine if they're willing to talk.

- Well Panto, we
need to start somewhere.

- I wasn't complaining!

- Have a nice evening, Mr. Mario!
- See you, Mr. Mario!

- See you tomorrow, Mr. Mario!
- Goodbye.

- Bye.
- See you tomorrow, girls.

- Have you been waiting long?
- Nope.

- I apologize for the inconvenience!
- Excuse me?

- I need you to re-open your shop.
- Re-open? I don't understand, why?

- Because we need to talk, and
better here, even if I don't like it.

- Look, if you don't
leave immediately I'll call...

- the police?
- Yes.

- Here, I saved you the
trouble, you happy? Open up.

- Indeed, a certain mise-en-scéne
is the basis of our particular work.

- What about those dresses?
- A mise-en-scene, like I said.

Would you like a bit of
Grand Marnier, Inspector?

- I'm going to retire as a sergeant
major, but for now I'm just a sergeant.

Very nice. 80, what
about those dresses?

- You see, in order for
a client to appreciate

a high-end or contempo
fashion hairstyle, she must...

- Appreciated and paid for.
- Yes, that's obvious.

I said, the client needs to see
the hairstyle in the right setting.

For instance, I have a contract with
Verden, an exclusive fashion house.

They make some amazing dresses.

My customers buy them
from time to time, you know?

- Do you understand now?
- Well, I'm making an effort.

I suppose you wear
those Iadies' dresses, too?

- Me? Dressed as
a woman? Why should I?

- Well, so much for your
mise-en-whatchamacallit.

- Mise-en-scéne.
- Exactly!

Why did you fire her?

- Who?

- Concetta Ligari,
also known as Nelly.

- Ah, so you're here to
investigate her murder.

- Now I understand...
- Thank goodness.

- No, I don't want to and
I'm scared, leave me alone.

- What are you afraid of?
- I said I don't want to.

- What's with with that hand, stop it.
- Sorry.

- Someone might see us.

- Who could see us here?
- Hands off, come on.

Leave me alone, I told you...

Oh god...
- Stop moving so much.

- Come on, stop it!

Why don't we go to the
guest house where you're staying?

- I've told you a million times
we can't go there, Emma!

They don't charge me a lot, but imagine
what they'd say if I had a woman overnight!

They'd kick me out!

Where would I find a room for
120,000 lire a month, meals included?

Where would I find such a bargain, huh?
- Come on, honey, it's not a big deal.

You know what we should do now?
- What?

- We could go to the Mezzaluna
motel for the weekend.

We look ourselves inside and
make love until Monday morning.

- Promise?
- Of course I promise!

- We'll have to do
some math, though.

- Stop worrying about money,
it's the least of our problems.

- I beg to differ.
- I got two raises in four months.

- Your boss must be loaded.
- Well, he's a politician.

- There's no such thing as a
poor politician, sweetheart.

For fuck's sake!
- Why are you getting upset?

- I have a flat tire,
can't you see?

- Damn, what do we do now?

- On the Monza circuit they change
a tire in six and two tenths seconds.

- Shame we're not in Monza, then.

- My car isn't a Ferrari either, and
the only thing I have in common

with Fittipaldi
is the way we piss.

- Maybe not even that...

- Emma! Emma!

- Women's clothes...

What the hell do you mean by that?
- Just that.

Yes sir, women's clothes.

The kind made with that
sort of see-through fabric.

The hairdresser said that,
thanks to those dresses,

women appreciate their
30,000 Iire hairstyles more.

According to that guy,
who I believe to be a fag,

the victim was a nice
girl, albeit a little crazy.

She would often miss work.

The hairdresser fired
her two weeks ago.

There's more, though.
- Go on.

- According to
Jerry's investigation,

and he's very capable when
it comes to making people talk,

this, uh, Mario the fairy
had a special bond with Ms. Ligari.

- Jerry who? The young
man who entered law school?

- A clever fella, Commissioner.
A blessing for our team.

- That's right, he got three of the hair
salon workers to reveal all they knew.

They didn't even imagine
they were being questioned.

- But we have
nothing substantial yet.

- If a woman
committed the murder,

and if we don't
find any other leads,

the only theory left is that
we're dealing with a lunatic.

- A woman with a few screws loose in her
head, but we have no real trails to follow.

- It's me.

Of course it's me! Go on.

Try to say it all
by using fewer words.

Another woman
with her throat slit.

In the park.

- See you tonight?

- No, not tonight, I'm going
to Anna's, see you tomorrow.

- All right, bye.
- Bye.

- Hooray!
- Whoa! You're a wizard!

- 99950 points, a
record for the ages!

- Ninety thousand
more than my salary!

- Hey, Petrosino!
- Hi.

- She played for twenty-
five minutes, she's amazing!

- Luca!
- Yes ma'am!

- Hello, my policeman love.

How did it go today?

- Same old crap.

- Is something wrong?
- No.

- I brought your law books.

If you come over for dinner, we can decide
whether to go to the movies or study.

Vices or virtues?

- No, tonight I'd better rest.

I've been awake since
five o'clock this morning.

There's been another murder.

- Another like the
one killed in Ponterotto?

The news said it was
another woman's revenge.

The victim was
Sicilian, wasn't she?

- Anna, people
say many things.

Luigi, one Crodino. Sorry,
would you like something, honey?

Make it two, Luigi.

- Corpses aside, Manlio, you really need
to prepare for four exams by February,

don't you think?

You'll be able to
graduate in two years.

After eight months of academy I'll
find myself married to a commissioner.

Everyone here will treat you with
great consideration for your new position.

Hey, are you
listening to me or what?

- Under that you're
not wearing anything, eh?

- Underneath where?

- Under your...

- Crodino for Petrosino!
Oh! It rhymes, too.

- Underneath that white thing.
- It's the sexual revolution.

Bras are to be burned,
haven't you heard?

- Yes, they even do rallies
in the streets about it.

- You may be tired, Mr. Policeman,
but not from that aspect, I bet.

- You got it right, however I
don't feel like studying tonight.

- Of course I know the
girl in front of Emma.

She is the girl
murdered in Ponterotto.

- What about the two guys?
- I've never seen them.

- You've never seen them...

Emma Giorgi was your fiancée?

- That's too big a word,
we first met last summer.

It happened in Venice.

She used to work here.
- Here where?

- She worked for
Anselmi's notary office.

Yes, she was his secretary.

She's a nice girl, believe me.

- You mean she was a nice girl.
- Right, was...

- Now you must only
worry about recovering.

Will he get better soon, Doctor?
- Of course, Inspector.

- Tomorrow we will have a long talk, in the
meantime sleep on it and clear your mind.

- Don't worry, with that
thick head of yours

no one will ever deny
you a job in the police force.

Let's go, Busciala.

- We have to find the third girl
in the picture before they kill her.

- Unless she's the razor Iady.
- One more reason to find her.

- Wouldn't it be better to
only let your husband go in?

- I want to see my daughter.
- Maybe he's right, ma'am.

- Let's do it.

Do you confirm this body belongs
to your daughter Emma Giuliani?

- My daughter!
My beautiful daughter!

- I don't recognize
you anymore, Sandro.

I mean, don't you like money?

- It's not about that, and you
know it. I never refuse a good offer.

- And you'd stop
making money right now?

What an asshole
you are, Sandro.

- How can you be so
sure that she'll pay?

What if she doesn't?

- You gotta play the game if you
want to become a winner, dear.

- Can you believe she's dead?

- Because Nelly was
touched in the head.

At first she was a prostitute, then
she got worked by that pederast Mario.

What a remorseless prick...
- Knock it off.

- She must have screwed up some,
considering she had a chicken brain.

- Truth be told, I'm not ashamed
to tell you I'm a little scared.

- Scared of what?
- Easy now...

- The boogeyman?

- Don't be foolish...
- We always got away with it.

- We'll leave after this job.
- Of course, you idiot.

As soon as we get rich.

- Money, always money! You think
about it even when you're in bed, damn it!

- Money is everything,
silly, didn't you know that?

- But you always
want more...

- Confusing money with love
is a recipe for an endless screw-up.

- Marilyn, you drive me crazy.

- Get a haircut, you two, you
look like a couple of Mau-Maus.

Stupid trend...

- Bye, see you tonight.
- Don't forget to call me.

- Good morning, Inspector. Sarge.
- Hi.

- 80, Jerry, how did
the science exam go?

- It went well, I hope, but I'm not
so sure about the economics one.

- Just like you, I understand.
These days bottle of water costs 300 Iire!

- I know! I drink my
hometown brand, 200 lire a liter!

- If this keeps up, they'll
send me to your hometown.

- Buscialz'a, contact HQ.
- Yessir boss.

Calling HQ, do you copy?

- If I understand correctly, Emma
Giorgi was your secretary for about a year.

- Yes, more or less.

I don't remember if she started
before or during last summer, though.

- Is it important?
- Well, anything could be important.

We are dealing
with a ghastly murder,

probably linked to Ms. Ligari's
death, with similar circumstances.

- Yes, of course, I understand.

I only hope that I'm not being,
let's say, officially interrogated.

- For Pete's sake, Notary
Anselmi, absolutely not.

Pantc') and Jerry are two of my
associates in the homicide squad.

This is just a simple but
necessary routine procedure.

- How could you believe that we...
- I understand, I understand, Inspector.

Crime is spreading also due to the slim
chance we cooperate with the police.

- Tell me about it, dear Anselmi.

With all that's going
on these days in Italy:

kidnappings, bombings,
bank robberies, riots and protests,

we would need at least two
armies of well-trained police officers.

- I believe it would be
better to eradicate crime

than to increase the number
of law enforcement agencies.

- Panto...
- Eh? 'Scuse me, Inspector.

- You understand, right?

That a razor in the hand of a
night spectre complicates things badly.

- It's sadly true, Inspector.

Crime is spreading fast.

- I would call it
insanity, not crime.

- Consider me at your
complete disposal, Inspector.

It's all I can say for now.

- If you don't mind me asking,
why did you employ Ms. Giorgio?

-Because of no particular
reason why, to tell you the truth.

My wife referred her to me, and I
must say she was a really capable girl.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Here, look.
This handbag belonged to Emma.

There are a few other
things in the other room.

- Ma'am.

- Leonora, this is Inspector
Lavina with two of his associates.

They are here for Emma's murder.

- A horrible death.
- Horrible, indeed.

Your husband was saying
that you referred her to him.

- Yes, that's right. I met Emma when
she was employed as a hairdresser.

She was really
wasting her talent.

Emma was
classy and intelligent.

She was a former
teacher, Inspector.

A strong personality.

She always did a
great job for my husband.

- That's right. A trustworthy person,
I witnessed her integrity many times.

- Do you know Mario
the hairdresser?

People say he's very trendy.

- I never went to his salon.

She used to come here twice a week to give
me manicures, pedicures and all the rest.

She would confide in
me about everything.

- I apologize, we policemen don't
understand much about such things,

but are you in mourning?

- I lost my mother.
- My mother-in-Iaw died last month.

- I beg your pardon, ma'am.

Two young women with their throats
cut is not a tonic for the nervous system.

- I shall admit it
wasn't easy for us either.

- We'll do anything we
can to help you, Inspector.

- And I'm positive
we'II still need your help.

- Ma'am...
- I'll see you out.

- I gather you were
very fond of the victim.

- Yes, very.

I lost a friend.

- I see.

- Leave.

- Do you need anything, ma'am?
- No. Leave!

- Everything okay, Sarge?
- Yes, yes Michele, thanks for the favor.

You're a real friend, you can go now.
- It's nothing, my pleasure.

Helping the police
is an honor, Sarge.

- Thanks, come to my office when
you need your license renewed.

- I will, thanks.
- Bye.

- Hello?

Hello?

Who is this?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello, police?

- Police HQ, how can I help you?

- I want to talk to whoever is
handling the murders of those two girls.

- Just a moment, please.

- Homicide Squad, who's speaking?
- Hello?

I'm a friend of Emma Giorgi.

- Who? A friend of Ms. Giorgi?

One second, please.

Tell me.

I understand,
we'll be right there.

She's the third
girl in the picture.

If this is not another prank, maybe
we are on the right track this time.

- Come on, my sweet,
be a good doggie.

- So awfully cute!

It's your baby?

Now now, don't
make your mama upset!

- Goodbye.
- Have a good evening, ma'am.

- Where's the man who used the phone?
- Who?

- The one with the beard.
- He left.

- Which exit?
- That way.

- Hey.

- Hiya!

What about something cool?
- Ok.

- Hey, Sandro!
- Huh?

Grab a seat, I'm
coming right away.

- Go keep Roberto company.
- Don't make me wait too long.

- Sandro, I've been expecting you.
- Hi.

- Why were you
waiting for me?

- You know why. You
haven't shown up in two days.

- I had some urgent issue to solve.
- Sleeping with that bitch?

You promised me...
- We can't talk now.

Let's talk about this tonight.

- I need some dope.
I feel sick.

- You know how expensive it is?
- How much?

- About 400,000
lire for ten pieces.

- You know, Sandro, we
should teach that pig a lesson.

He's fleecing
the hell out of you.

- You missed the point, the thing
is that there's little dope around.

And I'm a bit on my
toes at the moment.

- Sandro, why don't we go to the
villa in Cortina? Just the two of us.

- Why not? I'll let
you know, all right?

See you.
- Sandro?

Can I see you tomorrow?

- We'll see. I'll call you, bye.
- Bye.

- Pantc'), we must not Ieak any news
of the murder to the newspapers.

- Of course.

- Jerry?
- Yes, Inspector?

- How long did it take you to
get here after the phone call?

- Ten minutes, more or less.

- I think the killer knew
the apartment very well,

and he entered from the balcony.

- Inspector, they found some
footprints of square-heeled shoes.

On the balcony as well.
- Same old story...

- Better than nothing.
- Phone call for you, Inspector.

- Lavina speaking.

Are you sure?

Good job, well done!

They found one of the two
gentlemen in the photograph.

- Panto, this might be a good day.
- I'd wait until tonight before saying it.

- Let's get the ball rolling.

- Wait for the ambulance and return to H0.
- Yes.

- Let's go.

- Hey!
- Hi!

- Hello!

- Sorry, mate! Let's go.

Hey, can I have an ice cream?
- Hi.

Got a cigarette to spare?
- Sure thing.

- Need a light, too.

Thank you.

No chocolate.

- Hi, Sandro!
- Hi!

- A girl in every port, huh?

- That's life!

- Here.
- Thank you.

- See ya. Bye, Marco!
- Bye.

- Hey, see you.

- Sandro, can you give me a lift?
- I'm going elsewhere, bye!

See you soon!

Where are the keys?
Did you take them?

- No, I didn't.
- I can't find them anywhere...

- Here they are.

- You pulling my leg, Sergeant?
- Yeah, a good pull.

- What?
- Come to HQ if you want them back.

- I'm not going to the...
- You are, you're coming with me!

- But how...
- Get a move on!

- I didn't do anything, I
paid for this car normally.

- You paid for it?
- Of course!

- Here's your keys then, but
you're coming with me anwvay.

- If there's no reason...
- There is, now move it!

- It makes me laugh that you
can ask a citizen to follow you

to the police station
out of the blue like this!

- I'm getting fed up with this, Sarge.
- Remain calm, Busciala.

- Come on, let's go.
- Let me take my jacket.

- Sandro, we didn't do anything.
- Sure, sure.

- They're friends, don't worry.
- Don't touch me! Walk!

- How old are you?!
- Fourteen.

- Go home before I
kick your ass! Move!

Silly little thing.

- I already told you I
don't know anything!

- Sandro Lucetti,
let's get to the point.

Finding your
criminal record was easy.

- Come on, Inspector,
I'm not a serious player.

Even dogs have criminal records nowadays!
- Right.

- And Nelly?
- Eh, Nelly? By the way, how's she doing?

She got a nice job.
- Stop being an idiot!

- Let it go, Panto.
- Okay.

- Nelly was my girlfriend, but I
haven't seen her in a long time.

- Yeah, sure.
- You've been a pimp for years.

It looks like your
business is thriving.

Luxury cars, apartments...
- Me?!

- All that without working!

- Inspector, I made many
sacrifices! I worked in Germany!

- For a single month,
you asshole! One month!

- Who is this girl
between you and Nelly?

- Ah, this one?
I last saw her in a bar,

but I haven't seen her,
neither before nor after.

- What about this young man?
- Afriend of hers, never seen him before.

- Nor after, huh?
- Exactly, you said it.

- Sandro Lucetti, you're under arrest.
- Me?!

- You're charged with the
murders of Nelly, Emma and Marilyn.

- What the fuck are you talking about?!
- Hey!

- You can't arrest me,
you can't keep me in here!

- Scared, huh? Murderer!
- But what, scared?! What murderer?! Huh?

This is an abuse of power! An abuse!
I already have so many fucking issues!

- Hey!
- Yeah, hey hey-- my butt!

I won't talk without a
lawyer! Go call one!

I won't talk, I
won't say a thing!

- Now listen.

Exploitation of prostitution,
illegal possession of firearms, drugs.

Enough crimes to
put you in jail for good.

- What? You can't do
anything without evidence!

- There is enough evidence here.
- That's a load of bull!

You'll have to
release me tomorrow,

you cannot detain me
after a certain number of hours!

You got that?
- Behave in front of the inspector!

- Whatever!
- So?

What do you want me to say, Inspector?
- Start talking, you fool!

- I don't know anything!

- Talk!
- Talk about what?!

I know you can understand me,
Inspector. You know how it is

with these peasant girls
who come to the big city all alone.

You get to know each
other and romance blooms,

not to mention that these
peasant girls are always virgins.

We even talked about buying a
house together, you know what I mean?

- I would if I were a pimp.
- Exactly! Wait, what?

We were fighting every day, so I found
myself with only one thing left to do.

I whored her out.

- Why did she leave you?
- She didn't leave me, Inspector.

It went like this...

THE LEOPARD

Every night I took her to the
nicest nightclub in the area.

This place was chock-full of
loaded people, if you get what I mean.

There were also some classy
ladies that would go there to satisfy

their dirtiest
sexual fantasies and kinks.

So I adapted
myself to their lifestyle.

Yup, that's what I did. I
remember one particular occasion...

It was a private party organized by
some wealthy people. A kinky affair.

- How would you know that?
- Because Nelly told me everything.

- How often were
these parties held?

- Well, two or
three times a week.

Can I have a
cigarette, Inspector?

- Go on.

- Thanks.

One evening, Nelly told me that the
countess wanted her all for herself.

She was willing to pay any price so
that I would allow her to go with Nelly.

- And what did you do?
- Well, I named my price.

- How much?
- Well...

I can't really remember, I
think it was about three million.

- Three million? That little?

Not a great deal for you.
Give us the real price.

- Gee... I dunno, it might
have been five million.

- Five million? A real goldmine,
especially with a little blackmail.

- Blackmail? What blackmail?!
I didn't blackmail anyone!

Now I get it! You two
are trying to frame me!

What do you take me for,
some know-nothing dumbass?

I know the law
and I'm no dummy!

Thing is, I'm not the one
you're looking for! I'm not a killer!

You hear me?!
- Calm down, Lucetti.

Tell us the truth
and we'll let you go.

Tell me, this curly-haired
boy next to you, who is he?

- Perhaps at Orsello's
house you might learn more.

Please, Inspector, let me go
now. I can't take it anymore.

- That's her?

- Yes, that's her.

- You're wasting your
time, Sherlock Holmes.

You need to check on
that sleazy hairdresser.

- She's hiding
something, I'm sure of it.

- Manlio, it's easy for that guy to put
on a wig, makeup and women's clothes.

And he owns a lot of razors...
- You may be right. We'll see.

- Panto... dear Pantc'),
we are in a real mess.

- Those are holy words, Inspector.

- After this statement, Marco Orsello has
become entangled in this matter as well.

- Yeah, everything's in there.
All legally stated and signed.

- Practically.

All three victims, together or at
different times, frequented Villa Orsello.

- It makes sense, all three hung
out with Mario the fairy hairdresser.

- Can you believe it, Pantc')?

- The Orsello family name is everywhere!
Monuments, tombstones, buildings, streets!

Four archbishops, one pope,
four cardinals and one Viceroy!

They were always
in positions of power!

- They still are,
Panto. They still are.

- Orsello and his son are
the last ones in the family.

- But with two
uncles, the Anselmis.

One is a minister, the other a
famous lawyer turned politician.

- Fuck me!

- I understood that, what
else do you say in Sicilian?

- Three homicides and one killer,
what are we cops supposed to do?

Jesus Christ! Cutoff one's
nose to spite one's face!

- Let's drink some cognac,
then we'll decide what to do next.

Lavina speaking.

Well done, kid! Leave
everything and come back!

It was Jerry. The kid's a natural cop,
just like you're natural born Sicilian.

He followed Mrs.
Anselmi, the notary's wife.

- Don't tell me she's...

- No, she just paid a visit to her
friend, Countess Mara Orsello.

- Cheers!

- Hold it like that.

Good, now move back a little.

Stay still.

Good.

Well done. Hold still.

Bend forward.

Good. Move back a bit.

That's it.

Come on, try to relax.

- Let's call it quits,
Mara, I'm really tired.

- You're right.
Rest a little, dear.

You're so beautiful, dear.

And so are you, Mara.

- There's two gentlemen
who wish to see you, madam.

- Who are they?

- They said they
are police officers.

- Police officers?
- Yes, ma'am. That's what they said.

- What the hell do they want?

Go get dressed, and be quick.

- Countess, I'm Inspector
Lavina and this is Sergeant Pantc').

- To what do I owe the pleasure of
your unexpected visit, Inspector?

- Well, I didn't come
here for the pictures.

Our agents in the photo archive
lack some artistic sense, Countess.

- But you still have a
sense of humor, I see.

Josefa, bring some refreshments.

Whiskey or martini?

- Oh no, nothing, thank you.
- No.

- Never mind, then.

I hope my pictures didn't
shock you, Inspector.

- No, not at all.

There's no better sight
than a beautiful naked woman.

Not that pretty if she's
naked but dead, though.

- Dead?
I don't understand.

- Three women have
been murdered, Countess.

- It's the talk of the town.
- Yes, I think I read something about it.

- Well, newspapers
often complicate things.

By the way,
where's Mrs. Anselmi?

- Mrs. Anselmi? I don't
understand what you mean.

- It's simple. Mrs. Leonora
Anselmi, wife of Notary Anselmi,

was here about fifteen
or twenty minutes ago.

- Inspector, what
are you implying?

I do not wish to continue
this senseless conversation.

I demand that you leave
my house immediately.

- Excuse me Countess, but I need
to see your son. It's for his own good.

- Ma'am things are quite serious,
we're not fooling around here.

- Marco doesn't live with me.

Besides, he left for
London some time ago.

I don't understand
what he has to do with this.

- Very well, ma'am. Please ask him
to contact me as soon as possible.

I'm Inspector Lavina,
homicide squad.

Excuse me ma'am, have
you heard the name Emma Giorgi?

It's the name of
one of the three girls...

whose end was in the
morgue with their throats int.

- I have nothing
to say, Inspector.

Hello, Big Travels?
I'm Countess Orsello.

I would like to book a flight from
Venice to Lausanne for tomorrow.

Yes, from Milan
is fine. Thank you.

- I'm the man in black.

I'm the murderer, you slut.

Whore! Get on your
knees, you whore...

Get on your knees!

What beautiful
breasts you have...

Make me come.
- No...

- Make me come!
- I'm scared!

- I'm scared!
- Nice breasts you have...

- No! No!

- Your skin is so soft...

Make your dear Marco come
like you do with my mother!

You whore! Dyke!

Dyke! Dyke!
- Marco.

Marco! Marco!

- Mom! You see how
good your slut is? You see it?

- Marco,
give me that razor.

- Why?

Are you scared?

Scared that I might
ruin your slut, eh?

- Stop acting like a
fool. Put it down!

You're too strung out
on drugs to understand.

You'II leave for
Lausanne tomorrow!

- No! I won't
leave, no! No! No!

- My decision is final.

Then I'll take you to the
clinic of Dr. Pretti myself!

- No, Mom! Not
that clinic, please!

I'm begging you, Mom!

- You have no choice!
- Not the clinic, please! Don't!

I'll be good, believe me...

- You'II leave for Milan
tomorrow. Nino will take you.

- I'll be good...

- I'll give you all the money you need.
- Please, Mom, don't leave me alone...

- We're going home,
Mr. Mario. Have a nice evening.

- Have a good evening.
- Goodbye.

- Look the door and turn the lights off.
- Yes.

- Who is it?

Who is it?
- Leonora. Open up.

- This is imprudent Leonora.
I had the cops on my tail!

- Likewise.

What else should they do
after Emma and Nelly's death?

- They even killed a third girl you
didn't know, a friend of the countess.

- They killed? You think
there is more than one culprit?

- How should I know,
damn it!

All I can do is leave this
place, I'II sell everything!

- Leave? Where
will you go, Mario?

- Any damn place as
long as it's far from here.

That's why
I decided to leave.

I've bought a villa
of sorts in Tunisia.

- Selling face powder turned
out to be lucrative, huh?

- Less than what your husband
makes managing half the city's billions.

I started the drug business to
please customers like you, Leonora.

And it didn't even stop at that.

Why did you come here?

- You're scared of
me, aren't you?

- I... I don't even know
what I'm scared of.

I just want to move on.

- It's not about drugs
anymore, you poor little man.

I came to tell you to do
what you already have in mind.

Go ahead and leave,
it's better this way.

Even tonight, if possible.

I told the police I've never
been in this hovel of yours.

Try to be less dumb
than you actually are.

- Josefa?

- Yes, Countess?

What do you need, ma'am?

- I'm not at home for
anyone but Mrs. Leonora.

- Very well, Countess.

- Here's your quarters, wizard.
- Thanks.

Here, Luca, play a game.

Luigi, if Manlio comes tell
him I went to the hairdresser.

- Politicians' immorality is
quite common, dear Lavina.

The word shame isn't even
in their vocabulary-- it can't exist.

They should admit the truth, which in
their case means admitting being corrupt.

Alas, truth isn't a virtue
you can find in politics.

You would say that with my experience I
should have predicted the chain of events.

Hey, I forsee it.

The two Anselmis.

One is a minister, the other
is pretty important as well.

They won't make it easy for us.

- So?
- Don't shoot the piano player, Lavina.

We play for the same team.
- But you're the commissioner.

- Yes sir, I am
the commissioner.

I got a moral
rheumatism of sorts,

I have too many little pains to
take what is happening seriously.

- They bothered you already?
- Everyone.

The minister, the prefect, and even the
fella who made the legislative proposal

to imprison
everyone but policemen!

- Tell me what I should do,
you've known me for years.

- And I consider you a friend,
Lavina. They make very few guys like you.

Well, the best thing after a
good friend is a good enemy.

As soon as you have a shred
of evidence, throw them all in jail.

- Anna!

Anna, what happened?
What happened, Anna?!

- Manlio, look...
- Let's leave this place, hurry.

- Yes, take me away from here.
- I will, darling, let's go.

Hurry, we gotta get out of here.

- No one is answering.

- The notary is at the
club, that's for sure.

Maybe it's better this way.

Without the attorney's authorization
we'd shoot ourselves in the foot.

- We could do this anyway,
I'll take full responsibility.

- No, no, don't do anything
foolish, Panto. Get in the car.

- Eh, okay.

- Where to now, Inspector?
- Back to the police station.

I want checkpoints in the train stations,
airports, highways and all city exits!

Pantc'), have you released the pictures?
- Of course.

Mrs. Orsello and son, Anselmi's wife and
the hairdresser, who I believe to be a fag.

- HQ calling 1-3, over.

- This is Lavina, what is it?
- Emergency in via Manzoni.

Jerry found the body of Mario the
hairdresser hanged in his shop, over.

- Go.

- I still see him in front of me.

It's the most horrible
thing I've ever seen in my life.

I'll never forget that sight.
Why did he kill himself?

- Let's find a psychic and
have him get us the answer.

Why the hell did
you go in there?

I told you
not to get involved.

- I don't know why I did it.
- Good. I hope you learned your lesson.

Now try to calm down, darling.

- I was playing pinball.

I saw him enter, he looked upset
and Ifollowed him, I couldn't resist.

- Bad choice.

Don't you realize what could have
happened if I didn't get there in time?

- I just wanted to give you a hand,
Manlio, you know how much I love you.

I swear it won't happen again.
- Let's hope so.

Try to remember, dear, once and
for all, that I am the policeman.

And I don't need anyone's help.

- Oh god, look.

- She went in there.

You go home immediately.

Wait, go to the police station.
- Ok!

- Tell them everything.
- Yeah.

- The Inspector and Panto are
probably in via Manzoni now.

- Was that the notary's wife?
- Don't think about it, just go dear!

- Please, Manlio, be careful.
- I will.

- What's with the shooting,
this isn't the Wild West!

- She almost ran me over!
- Who?

- The razor lady, she came
out of the notary's house!

Sarge, there's another
dead body upstairs.

- Fuck! Another woman?
- Yes.

- Buscialz'a, take care of the body.
- Yessir.

- We'll keep in touch
by phone. Let's go, boys!

Quick! Go! Go!

- I have already issued a general
alert, you try to find that car, over.

- We are going to Villa Orsello.
What about the hanged man?

- He left a letter and at least one
year's work for the narcotics team.

Cocaine and heroin worth
hundreds of millions of lire, it was him.

He was the one selling
drugs to the whole group.

Go easy on Mrs. Orsello,
I'll be there shortly. Over.

- All right, Inspector.
Over and out!

- Here it is.

That's the car.

You really think the
killer is the notary's wife?

- Who else could it be?
My Wife?

I don't understand why, though.
- It's warm.

- Time to go, Jerry. Be careful.
- All right.

- You go upstairs.
Keep an eye out.

Go fuck myself!

Who's in the house?
Where's your mistress?

- The other room.

- There's a car outside. Run
out of here, get to safety.

Go!

Manlio!

Are you wounded, kid?
- A scratch, Sarge! Go now, she's escaping!

- Hold it where you are!
Don't move an inch!

- Does it hurt?
- No, it's nothing.

- Don't faint or I'll punch you!
- Let's catch her, come on!

- Sarge!
- What?

- This way, quick!

- Follow me.

She must be in there.
- We must capture her.

- Remember, she's armed.

- It's hard to kill a woman,
even if she has a screw loose.

- For fuck's sake,
you call that a woman?

If she doesn't surrender,
I'll give her a pistol whack!

Come!

Give me that.

You stay here.

You come with me.

- Ma'am, if you still have that
razor, I advise you not to use it now.

- I've never had
a razor in my life.

- No sudden moves, ma'am.

- I told you, I've
never had a razor.

- This way, quick!

- Stay with her.
You, come with me.

- Down!
Stay down! Stop that!

Stay down, I said! Stop!

Stop, I said!

I'm sorry, I couldn't stop them.

- It's all right, take them away now.
- I will. Behave!

- For a long time I won't be able to
think about a razor without feeling sick.

- I think he was a lunatic.

- Mrs. Anselmi,
yourhusband...

It was inevitable.

- It was bound to happen...
- Why so much bloodshed?

- Jealousy made
him lose his mind.

I met Nelly
through Mrs. Orsello.

We liked each other right
from the start. It was Iove.

My husband always
tolerated my inclinations,

but not this time.

He forbade me to see Nelly.

We were fighting every day.

- What was it that
changed him so much?

- I don't know.
He was furious.

Maybe he realized that
it was different with Nelly.

- And that's the
reason he killed her?

- Nelly and I had
decided to move to London.

We would have
stayed at my sister's.

Maybe it was the straw
that broke the camel's back.

The reason why he killed her.

- Why did he
dress as a girl?

- Nelly would have never
opened the door to him.

He knew that she wouldn't have opened
the door to anyone at that time of night.

She was only waiting for me.

- What about Emma,
Marilyn and the others? Why?

- By then, his sick mind had
fallen into a vortex of obsession.

Emma and Marilyn
were my dearest friends.

He saw them as rivals.

He couldn't find peace.

- Please,
ma'am, continue.

- Last night he received
a call from Mario.

I don't know what
they talked about.

He was very upset, and
he left without saying a word.

- He went to Mario's with
the intention of killing him.

Mario was blackmailing him.

His career and
reputation were at stake,

but when he got there Mario
had already hanged himself.

He left this letter.

- He returned home
convinced he would find me there.

The maid told him I
was at Villa Orsello.

- Why did he kill the maid?

- She understood
he wanted to hurt me.

She probably tried to stop him.

It must have been horrible.

My husband had become insane.

That poor woman...

She really loved me.

- Fuck, my
head is spinning.

- When he got here,
he was furious.

He found Mara and
attacked her with the razor.

I managed to run away.

He hated her, because she
was the cause of my vices.

- Let's go, ma'am.
Come with us, please.

Please.

- With your permission, Inspector,
I'll take Manlio to the hospital.

- Yes, you can go.
- Thanks.

You can go.

Does it hurt?
Come on, let's go.

You can go back to the office.

Finish everything here,
see you later at the office.

- My fiance's in there!
- I can't let you through.

- Anna!
- There he is!

- Let her through.
- Manlio...

- Sarge.

- What happened?
- It's just a scratch.

- He just hit the wall, don't worry.
- It's nothing, really.

- Let's go.

THE END
- REFLECTIONS IN BLACK -

Subtitled by Francesco Massaccesi