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- Mommy!

Mommy!

Mommy!

Mommy!

Mommy, Mommy!

- Giorgio!

- Mommy, come here!

- Mommy!
- Giorgio,

where are you going?

- Stop it!

- Where are you going?

- Mommy?

Mommy.

- Giorgio!

- Mommy!

- Giorgio, what's
the matter with you?

- I want my mommy!

- Where are you going?

- Mommy.

Mommy!

I want my mommy.

- Stop that crying, do you hear?

- No, no,

- Stop it!

- No!

- No!

- Mommy!

- No, Giorgio!

- No!

No, Giorgio!
- Stop it!

- No!

No!

♪ Ding-ding dong,
ding-ding dong ♪

♪ Ding-ding dong,
ding-ding dong ♪

♪ Ding dong dang ding

♪ Dong ding dong

♪ Ding dong dang ding

♪ Dong ding dong

♪ Ding-ding dong,
ding-ding dong ♪

♪ Ding-ding dong,
ding-ding dong ♪

♪ Ding dong dang ding

♪ Dong ding dong

♪ Ding dong dang ding

♪ Dong ding dong

- He's hemorrhaging.

We're gonna do all we can.

We'll take care of you.

- Why?

- No!

- Excuse me, Mrs. Mainardi?
- Yes?

- You're the mother of
the diseased, aren't you?

- No, his stepmother,
he is my son.

- Ah, well, I'll
need authorization
from the next of kin

which must be one
of you in this room

to proceed with the autopsy.

It's a routine
matter, believe me.

It's just that in
cases of sudden death,

we're required to do it by law.

- Well, this time you'll
have to forget about it.

We won't never allow
such a profanation.

- Well, I'm afraid
you'll just have

to resign yourself to it, madam.

- We'll see, obviously,
you don't know

who the Mainardi Family is,

or just how much money
they've given this foundation.

I happen to be the wife
of a very important man.

- Why an autopsy,
what did they do to me?

- And I'll oppose the matter

with everything in my disposal.

- Lucy.

- The truth.

- Giorgio?

- I want the truth, I'll have no peace

until I know the truth.
- Giorgio?

I intend to find out

who is responsible for this.
- No, no!

- And why the crime was committed,

I have never doubted a misuse

of power.
- Giorgio, Giorgio!

- People
who attained positions

of public importance--
- Giorgio, no!

- Have a duty

to that public.
- Giorgio.

- And those
who take advantage of it--

- No!

- Are nothing
more than common criminals.

There's been a high level

of coverup which I
intend to impose in full.

I'm not afraid of what they can
do to me despite the threats

I've received.
- Madam, madam,

what's the matter,
don't you feel well?

- There's a great deal of corruption

lying beneath the surface--
- Oh, Dorrie, that voice!

- And I swear to God, I'm not going to...

- Oh, I'm sorry, madam,

I'd fallen asleep with
the television on.

Please excuse me, I swear
I won't do it again.

There was this program
about your husband.

- Two days ago, we
decided to honor his name

with one or two short sections

shown here from
our archive footage

in which Mr. Mainardi
appears addressing a meeting

of the community counsel
at a special session.

- Forgive me.
- Don't worry about it.

I'm so exhausted.

Please, come upstairs with me.

- Certainly, madam,
hold onto me.

Calm down, now you
can sleep a little

and I'll make you some Ovaltine.

- Where is David?

- In the kitchen, Marta's
keeping an eye on him.

- I want to see him.
- You can do that later,

but now you go to bed and I'll
bring you a hot water bottle.

- You won't believe this,
but it was impossible

for them to avoid
doing an autopsy.

That idiot just wouldn't listen.

We'll have to postpone the
funeral for a couple of days.

- Don't you think we
should let Rosy know?

- Certainly, it would be
most strange for a daughter

not to attend her
father's funeral,

even if she didn't love him.

You go and rest, dear, Mario
will take care of calling her.

Go call Rosy.
- Right away, Mother.

- Oh, so you're here.

Your son is dead,
your beloved Giorgio.

Dead.

You understand?

Giorgio kicked
the bucket, Daddy.

To everyone's joy, he
finally dropped dead.

Luck you, you don't even
know what's going on.

- Hello, could you
get me the secretary

at St. Mary's College, please?

Hello?

I'd like to speak to Rosy
Mainardi, a third year student.

Thank you.

Sure, I'll wait.

- Proceedings of the autopsy

on Giorgio Mainardi.

In this hospital, on
the 19th of June, 1991.

I have made a vertical
abdominal incision

down to the intestinal cavity.

I am using hemostatic pincers
to block the hepatic duct.

I am now extracting the first
layer of the intestinal sack.

Which I will then
immerse in formaldehyde.

Then, I shall open
up the other side

and extract and isolate the
section of the transverse colon.

I am using two
hemostatic pincers

and will place the entire
section in the liquid

to be examined later.

Now then, obvious
lacerations clearly apparent

in the intestines.

No sign at all of growths
or other cancerous tissue.

Oh, I must hurry, Enrico,

put the samples
away 'til Monday.

We'll have a good
look at 'em then.

You can sew him up.

Why must they wait?

If only I could
insist they do it now,

they'd see what it
was that killed me.

- Hello, Rosy.

- Hello, Mario.
- Rosy.

- Gianni!

It's good to see you.

- Let's go.

- I swear to God he did
it on purpose, I know it.

- You don't like that
uncle of yours, huh?

- I don't like him one bit.

To make things quite clear,
he's not my uncle, okay?

- You really got a
strange family, you know?

Was it always like this?

This kind of hate and love?

- Listen, my father never
taught us affection.

He was preoccupied with
what he loved the best.

Power.

- Well, how did he die?

- Oh, they said on the telephone
it was internal hemorrhage.

But you have to explain to me,

how can someone built like iron,

so healthy, die
suddenly just like that?

- I don't know, there could
be any number of reasons.

I mean,

just stop being
dramatic about this, eh?

And worry about me, hm?

- I want all of these things
taken out of here immediately.

I wanna see that closet empty.

Throw them out, give
them to the poor,

do whatever you want with them,

but I never wanna
see them again.

It makes me sick
just to look at them.

- I'll take care of it
right away, don't worry.

Miss Rosy has arrived!

- Here we are.

- Thank you for the lift.

- You're welcome.

- You will call me, won't you?

- Of course I will, I promise.

Take care, won't you?

- I will.
- Good.

Here.
- Thanks.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Miss Rosy!

Miss Rosy, welcome home!

You're finally home, it's
good to have you back.

- Thanks, Dorrie.

Where's my mother?

- Upstairs, she's
very depressed.

- Hello, Rosy.

Welcome home, child.

- Hello, Hilda.

- Oh, Rosy, you're home.

- Mother, tell me
how it happened.

- Do I have to?

It's so painful for
me to remember it.

- Mother, I want to
know what happened.

- He came home late.

It must have been 11,
or a little after.

He never said a word to me.

He poured himself a drink,

sat down on the sofa,

watching television.

We sat like that in silence,

for 10 minutes or so.

Then I got up, I said
I was going to bed.

He didn't say goodnight to me.

He was sitting there with
the glass in his hand,

staring at the television.

A couple of hours later, I
heard him come into the room

and lie down on the bed.

And then, all of a sudden,

those agonizing screams
and all that blood.

All that blood.

- That still doesn't
explain the hemorrhaging.

- True, but it's all I know.

Now leave me alone,
Rosy, I'm so tired.

- Good night, mother.
- Good night.

- Let us pray.

"The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want.

"He maketh me to lie
down in green pastures

"and leadeth me beside
the still waters.

"He restoreth my soul,

"He leadeth me in the
paths of righteousness

"for His name's sake, yea,

"though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death,

"I will fear no evil,
for Thou art with me,

"Thy rod and Thy
staff, they comfort me.

"Thou prepareth
a table before me

"in the presence
of mine enemies.

"Thou anointeth
my head with oil,

"my cup runeth over.

"Surely goodness and
mercy shall follow me

"all the days of my
life, and I will dwell

"in the house of
the Lord forever."

- His death is very
accommodating for someone.

- Are you referring
to the stepbrother?

- Yeah.

I am and you know it.

I just asked him to sort
out the mess in my company.

Another week and a
bomb would've dropped

and blown everything wide open.

- Someone who shared
are most intimate moments

at this time, we are...

Words, words!

Why does no one bother to
ask what really happened?

Why am I here, laid
out in this box?

- Like a balm to
soothe that anguish and pain.

Now, let us bow our
heads in silent prayer.

- What's the matter with you?

Where the hell are you?

- I'm here, Giorgio, with
you, what do you mean?

Giorgio!

Giorgio, are you ill?

- No, I'm okay, don't you worry.

- Giorgio!

Giorgio!

- Go ahead, Mario,

get it off your chest
and hurry up about it.

- Excuse me, Giorgio,
I wanted to ask

if you knew about the
nominations for the...

The administration
of the foundation.

Uh, I was hoping I could
count on your support

when the time came.

- You must stop all this
nonsense about the foundation.

I'm not interested in your ideas

and I consider an idiot like you

totally unsuited for the job.

Now, will you please
leave me on my own.

Your stupid face is putting
me off my breakfast.

What do you want, Hilda,
can't you see I'm reading?

- I want an explanation from you

and it better be good.

- For what?

- This morning at the bank,

they refused to cash my check.

- Naturally.

I gave notice that no
payments were to be paid

without my signature.

- Ah, for what reason, if
I may be permitted to ask?

- You may.

I'm tired of seeing my
money spent on silly things.

From now on, anything
you want, you ask me

and I'll decide if
it's worth buying.

- That's how you thank me?

For dedicating my life
to an old invalid?

- You and your son were starving

when my father opened
his doors to you.

But it wasn't as easy
a game as you thought.

You played your
cards and you lost.

You just have to
resign yourself.

- Is that your final word?

- Yes, it is.

Now leave me alone,
I have work to do.

It's over, my dear,
finished, you understand?

There's no reason why we should
ever see each other again.

Please, Rita, don't put
on that pained expression.

You're not fooling
anyone, least of all, me.

When something is
no good anymore,

you just have to cut it
out, enough is enough.

You're really boring me, now
please, stop making a scene.

- Don't use that tone
of voice with me.

I won't stand for it.

Just remember you're talking
to someone who loves you.

- It's not what
you think, my dear.

You're just a little whore.

- Is this wine
to your liking, sir?

- A classy one, perhaps,
but still a whore.

- But your wife--

- That's none of your business.

Nothing that concerns me is
any of your business now.

I cast you out of my
life, you understand?

Stay out.

- Bitch.

- Rosy,

Rosy, you're not
like the others.

You'll help me, won't you?

Please, what did they
do to your father?

- Dad?

- Next time you should knock
before you come in here.

What do you want?

- Nothing.

Nothing.

Rosy, don't leave me.

Help me, do something.

Please!

No, Rosy, no!

Don't let them bury me, no!

No!

- Why did he have to be
buried in this place?

- It's the family cemetery,
his mother's buried here.

- Rosy, don't leave me here,

don't leave me, Rosy!

Can't you hear me?

You're the only one
who can help me.

You must find out the truth.

Please, Rosy!

- Well, that's taken care of.

And I must admit that it
wasn't at all pleasant.

- Funerals are very
seldom pleasant occasions.

- Especially this one.

The idea that they
had to open him up.

Why that's, they removed things.

That upset me more than
I thought it would.

- Let's talk about more
important things, shall we?

Did you remember to
inform the lawyers?

- Yes, I did,
unfortunately, it seems

that the autopsy will
delay things slightly.

- What the devil does
the autopsy have to
do with the will?

- In theory, nothing.

But in practice, it
seems we have to wait

for the results of the autopsy.

There's no way around it.

- Did you prepare a list
of all the properties,

including all the shares?

- It's all here, down
to the last detail.

- Also the contents of
the safe deposit boxes?

- Also.
- Fine.

It would also be a good idea

to have a little chat with
the manager at the bank.

I've no intention
of being held up

for months by a lot of red tape.

We're rich enough to cut a
few legal corners, I think.

- If you say so, Mother.

- What is it?

- Rosy.

- Oh, yes, of course!

Go to your room, dear,
we're talking about things

that have nothing
to do with you.

- Oh, indeed.

But even if they did
have to do with me,

I'd be ashamed to talk
about them this way.

You're like a bunch of
hyenas ready to pounce--

- Rosy.

You shut that damn mouth
of yours once and for all.

- Oh, I'll be quiet.

Just remember, at
this precise moment,

my father is watching all
of you and judging you.

- Stop talking nonsense, dear.

Your father is dead.

- No, no, he's not.

He's here in this house.

And you can all try to
pretend and ignore it.

But you won't be able
to cancel his presence.

- What the hell is the
matter with that damn girl?

- Try to understand her, Hilda,

she's still very young.

You know at that age,
a death in the family

can be a very
traumatic experience.

After all, he was her father.

- Lucy?

Is that you?

Lucy?

Who's there?

Dorrie.

Dorrie!

Dorrie!

Dorrie!

Dorrie!

Come quickly!

- What is it?

Madam, do you feel alright?

- The clothes, in the closet.

Who put them back?

- I'm, I'm, I'm
sorry, it was me.

I just couldn't bare
dumping them all away.

I wanted to talk to
you first, madam.

- You are an idiot.

Empty that closer immediately.

And get this into your
head once and for all,

I'm the one who gives
the orders in this house.

Is that clear?

- Yes, it is, yes, madam.

- Rosy, my child, listen to me.

You are the only
one who can help me,

who can get to the truth,
I'm counting on you, Rosy.

Don't fail me.

- No, Papa, no!

No!

- Oh no, you mustn't
run away from me, Rosy,

you're the only person
that I ever really loved.

- I know this place.

- Of course.

You remember the happy
times we had by this river?

Yes, we often came here

when you were a little girl.

- I can remember.

It's a little
confused and far away.

But I can remember.

Now I've grown up,
and you're dead.

You don't exist anymore.

- I only exist in your memory.

- So, whenever I
think about you,

I can see you.

Yes.

I see you.

- Of course, my dear.

So long as my body continues

to resemble the
memory you have of it,

it all depends on the
strength of that memory.

Our earthly sentiments

is closely bounded up to
the way we are remembered

by those who love us.

Or hate us.

- I don't want to lose you.

- You won't lose me,
if you really love me.

- What do you want me to do?

- Quite simply to help
me found out the truth.

- What truth?

- The truth about my death.

What happened to me, Rosy?

What happened that night?

I want to know, you've got
to help me find that out.

Before it's too late.

- What do you mean
before it's too late?

- Before my body has completely
vanished from your mind.

- I promise you I'll do it.

- I have to go now.

- Where?

- Don't ask me that.

Goodbye, Rosy.

I love you.

- I love you too.

Daddy?

Hi, David.

- Hi, Rose.

- Hey, no good
playing with that,

it's not the sort of thing
for children's games at all.

- It's okay, grownups
like to use it, so do I.

- Well, I don't think that
anyone uses it nowadays.

- Well, they do, I tell you.

- Looks like Rosy has to go out
and buy you a new toy, okay?

- Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, sure.

Yes, by all means.

Thanks for letting
us know, goodbye.

That was the doctor
calling from the hospital.

He wanted to tell
us that an accident

has prevented him from
continuing with the autopsy.

The jar containing samples
and fell and was destroyed.

- And just what are you
looking at, you old mummy?

- What's the matter, Mother?

- I just can't stand
to have those eyes

looking at me night and day.

Sometimes I have the
feeling that he's spying

on everything I do and
listening to everything we say.

- So what?

I mean, why worry about it?

Even if it were true,
who would he tell?

His lips are sealed.

- No!

No.

- Shut up or you'll
wake the house.

What's the matter with you?

- I must have had a sort of nightmare.

I don't know what--
- You'd better get back

to your own room, you hear?

- Yeah, yeah, you're right.

- Don't let anyone see you.

- See you tomorrow.

- I believe you all
know why this meeting

has been moved up to today.

Someone accidentally dropped
the material necessary

for the autopsy.

This is Giorgio Mainardi's
last will and testament

which was entrusted to me
and which I countersigned,

together, with the
necessary witnesses.

All wills written and
signed before the date

this document was registered
are invalidated by it.

We can assume that the mental
condition of the diseased

at the time this will
was made was normal,

and we consider that he was

in a sound state of
mind when he signed it,

and there is no reason
to suppose otherwise,

unless any of you wish to
make a formal objection.

Which means that as of now,
the conditions laid down

in this will must be respected.

With the exception of
a few small items left

to the servants, the diseased
bequeaths his entire estate

to his daughter, Rosa.

Under the terms of the will,

she is expected to permit
access and use of the house

to her mother, Lucy Mainardi,

for the rest of
her natural life.

It is my duty to inform
those present at this time

that this will can
only be contested

by dissenting beneficiaries

if they can prove
that there has been

some legal irregularity--
- Oh my God.

- In the proceedings.

That's all.
- David has been ignored.

He forgot about our son.

May he rot.

Bastard.

- Mommy!

Mommy, come here!

I want my mommy!

- Stop it!

- Mommy!

- Stop it!

Stop it for God's sakes!

Stop making that
noise, you hear me?

- I want my mommy!
- I'm sick of your crying.

Do you hear me?

Stop it!

- No, no!

- You stop it,

or I'll stop you!
- No, no!

- Giorgio!

Giorgio!

You can't kill your own child!

He's your son!

- He isn't my son.

He's not my son!

- I really don't understand
how you can drink this stuff.

- I've drunk it ever
since I was little.

I'm the only one in the house

that drinks that particular
type of orangeade.

Listen, Gianni, did
you do this analysis?

- Well, the biology
division where I work

is connected to the
autopsy department.

And they let us take
samples of their material

to practice on, it's
standard procedure.

- Well, let me tell you
something, you wasted your time.

- Wasted it, but why?

- Because a jar
containing what you refer

to as material was
dropped and broken,

that's why they
found glass splinters

in my father's intestines.

- No, no, no, who told you--

When I took the
samples two days ago,

the jar was still in tact.

- Wait a minute.

You mean to say that
someone deliberately gave

my father glass
splinters to eat?

- Yes, small enough
to remain undetected

in the course of a
rapid examination,

but most probably big enough

to provoke internal
hemorrhaging.

- It's not possible!

How could he have swallowed
them without noticing?

- Well, that's up to
the police to find out.

- No, Gianni.

Wait a second, my family's
too much in the public eye.

They stick their
noses everywhere,

the whole thing would
become a public scandal.

I want to find out
the truth first.

I promised my father.

- Listen, Rosy, I don't
think it's a good idea.

- Gianni, what I want is for
you to take these analyses

and put them away in a
desk, just for two days.

- But I can't do that, Rosy.

- Please.

Do it for me.

Will you?

- I'd be going against
the rules, you know?

I shouldn't be doing this.

But for you, I'd
even go to Hell.

- You are Giorgio's
daughter, aren't you?

It appears you
loved him very much.

Or am I mistaken?

- Why have you come here?

- To make sure he
stays where he is.

It's the proper place
for people like him.

- Rosy, do you mind if
I come in for a second?

I used to come in and
wish you goodnight

before you went to bed.

Sure you don't mind?

- Why should I mind?

- Oh, Rosy, you're so
aggressive with us.

We're your family, you know.

- Do you really think
that in all honesty,

you can call us a family?

- I've done everything possible
to make it look like that.

It hasn't always been easy.

Your father had a lover,
did you know that?

- Yes, I did.

- She was horrible,
vulgar, disgusting.

A filthy whore.

- Mother, maybe she gave
him something you never did.

If I remember correctly, Father
came home late that evening.

Had he been with that woman?

- I think so.

- Well, did they eat together?

- Probably.

- Do you know where she lives?

- In a house on the
other side of the river.

Your father wanted
her to live there.

What are you planning to do?

- I only want to talk to her.

Goodnight, Mother.

- Rosy--

Goodnight.

- I promise you I'll
find out the truth.

You have my word, Daddy.

Is anyone home?

- Come on in.

I'm in here.

The door's open, leave
everything in the kitchen.

The money's on the table.

Did you hear me?

- Hello, Rita.

- Oh.

I'm sorry.

I thought it was
the cleaning woman.

Make yourself comfortable.

- I'm sorry, I just wanted
to ask you a question.

The night my father became ill,

had he eaten with you?

- Isn't that a strange
question to ask.

- Is it a difficult
one to answer?

- Not at all.

He ate with me.

- Here, in this house?

- No.

I wanted to eat in.

But he insisted on
going to the Garden Hut,

a little place in the country.

Satisfied?

- Yes.

- What else do you want to know?

Tell me the truth,
did he love you?

- I don't know.

In all insincerity,
I don't know.

Now that he isn't here,

I realize,

I wish he were.

He was self-centered
and selfish.

He played with
everyone's feelings.

He played with mine.

I, I loved him.

And I hated him
at the same time.

When he died,

for a moment,

I even rejoiced.

He found something in
death he couldn't avoid.

Something stronger than he was.

And something...

Even more cruel.

- Hurry, Rosy.

There's so little time left.

Hurry, for God's sake.

Rosy.

Rosy!

- What's the matter,
why don't you sit down?

What are you waiting
for, Giorgio?

Come on, out with it, go on.

- This situation has
become unbearable.

- Just what I wanted you to say.

Giorgio, why don't you
tell that wife of yours

to go to Hell, and live with me.

It would solve
all your problems.

- You're crazy.

You haven't understood a thing.

You're the one who has to
disappear from my life.

Do you hear me, my sweet?

Once and for all.

- Don't torture me like this,

you know you'd like
to live with me.

You said you'd leave
her, you promised.

You can't go back
on your word now,

you said you'd live with me!

Me!

Me, not that whore
you don't love!

Tell that broad to go to Hell

so you could live with me.

- Rita!

Rita!

Rita!

Rita!

Rita!

- You killed me.

You killed me!

It was you, you were the one
responsible for my death.

- No.

You killed me.

- No!

You killed me.

You!
- No.

No!

- Of course I
remember the evening,

for a very special
reason, they didn't eat.

And I noticed they had
a heated discussion.

Then he got up and
left by himself.

- But are you sure they
didn't even have anything

to drink first, maybe a
glass of whiskey, or wine?

- Not a thing, I
didn't even have time

to open the bottle of
wine which they ordered.

- Well, thank you very
much, you've been very kind.

- Don't mention it, Miss.

- Well?

- He didn't drink or eat
anything that night with her.

- Which means it must
have happened later.

- I think you're right,
it happened afterwards.

Well?

- Liquid methylene,
enough to kill two people.

- Oh, you're joking!

So, what do you wanna do?

- I'm gonna take you
to the police station.

- No, Gianni, wait,
I don't want you to--

- Oh come one, be
reasonable, Rosy,

someone just tried to kill you!

- Anyone could have
taken that can.

- But you're the only
one that takes TVL

and everyone knows that.

- It's not enough evidence.

- Okay, okay, so
what do you wanna do?

Do you wanna go back home?

I'll take you to my place then.

Listen, Rosy,

you have to think
about yourself.

You're playing a
dangerous game this way.

Put it all in the
hands of police.

- It would be useless.

Whoever committed the
crime has been too clever.

The police wouldn't
understand anything.

- Well, leave that damned house
once and for all, alright?

You don't have any other choice.

- But my father,

my father.

- Your father's dead, Rosy.

But you're alive.

Think about yourself.

Think about us.

- Don't ever leave me.
- I won't.

- Oh, please.

- Help me, please,
don't leave me!

Don't let me go!

- Papa!

- Help me, find out
who did it, Rosy!

Find out!

- Papa!

- For God's sake,
Rosy, hurry, help me!

Hurry, help me, for God's
sake, don't let me go!

Help me, help me,
help, Rosy, help!

You're losing me, help me!

Rosy, for God's sake!

Don't lose me, Rosy!

- Don't leave me, don't go away.

Dad!

Don't leave me.

- Rosy,

Rosy, I beg you, Rosy.

Hurry.

Hurry!

Do you hear me?

- Grandpa,

it's me, Rosy.

Grandpa,

I know that you can hear me.

And I know you love me.

And I love you too,

you and Dad,

are the only ones I've
ever really cared about.

You're all I've got left.

Oh, if only you could talk.

Show me a sign.

Maybe you know the truth.

You know who killed him.

You're trying to
tell me something.

Oh, try.

Try.

- What are you doing here?

He needs calm and rest.

Too violent an
emotion can kill him.

- Of course, I only wanted
to say hello to him.

- And you have, now
he needs to rest.

- Of course.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- You should've known
from the beginning,

money doesn't give one only joy,

it creates hard feelings too.

Hard feelings and envy.
- Well, that's not my fault.

Come on, tell me, I wanna
know, Father, am I to blame?

- You should have expected it.

Especially from that woman.

She was the one, she was
the one killed you.

- That's not true,
it cannot be true!

- Giorgio, it is true,
she never loved you.

Never.

- Who said that?

Who?

- Giorgio!

- Tell me who said that.

- She did.

- Who said that?

- She--
- Who is she, huh, who?

Tell me her name.

Who, who was it?

He never told me who.

Who is she?

Who is she, Father?

- Oh my God, who gave you
those things to play with?

David, tell me who gave you

that light bulb,
tell me at once!

- No one did.

- It's true, Miss Rosy,
he must have found it

in the refuse basket,
that boy's everywhere.

- But where would he have
gotten such a stupid idea from?

- He probably saw
it on television.

- Dorrie, you've always
been my favorite Nanny.

- And you're still my
favorite little girl.

- Could you try and think back,

and try and remember,

who was in the house the
night my father became ill?

- Oh, that's very easy, I
was here, and little David,

your mother,

and naturally, your poor father.

- And Hilda?

- She had been away
since the morning.

She had gone into town
to meet Mr. Mario,

at least that's
what she told me.

- Hello, who's speaking?

Doesn't matter who I am,

I know the cause of
your husband's death.

- I don't--

- You thought you could get away with it,

that you've been very
clever, well you weren't,

you made several mistakes.

- I wasn't, I was--

What do you want from me?

- I'll tell you in person tomorrow,

11 A.M. in Old Convent Cloister.

Come alone and tell no one, if
you know what's good for you.

- I will be there.

You'd better be.

- I will be there.

- Good.

- Mother.

- You.

- You didn't expect me, did you?

You thought I'd fallen
too for the story

of the inconsolable widow who
death had treated so cruelly.

Well, let me tell you something,

you can't fool me.

- Do you really think
that I killed your father?

- I still don't
know how you did it,

but it could only have been you.

- Why would I have done
it according to you?

- For many reasons.

First of all, for the money.

- Rosy, I beg you
have pity on me.

- Or maybe you killed
him so you could

continue your sorted
love affair with Mario.

Oh don't deny it.

I saw him coming
out of your room

in the middle of the night.

Or maybe you were
frightened he's discover

that David wasn't his son.

- Oh God, Rosy, what put that
in your head, it's absurd!

How could you?

- But don't worry,

'cause even though I know the
truth about the whole family,

I'm not gonna report you.

It's enough for me to know

that I'll never see
any of you ever again.

Tomorrow I'm leaving the house.

- Ice, some ice, please,
I'd like some ice.

You know how many cubes.

- Yes, Daddy.

- What's it mean?

Oh my God.

That's what happened.

It's as simple as that.

There's no doubt about it.

Glass in the ice cubes.

What a diabolical idea.

No one would ever guess.

He was only imitating
what he'd been taught.

- And just when did you
discover this, dear?

- There was no need
for you to be here

when he asked for
some ice cubes.

Everything had
already been prepared.

Neatly and conscientiously.

Why an innocent child, oh no.

It wasn't my mother who
planned such a horrible thing.

You're the only one with
a sufficiently evil mind.

You're the only one who
could have thought it up.

A perfect psychologist

taking advantage of a
child's capacity to imitate.

- We decided together.

Myself, and my son, and,

and also your mother.

A very ugly situation
had developed.

You see, Giorgio had discovered
that David wasn't his son,

and, well, he threatened
to disinherit us all.

- So, you used an innocent
child to kill him.

That way if the police
found out the truth,

you could pretend there'd
been a tragic accident.

But its' too late
because I know the truth.

And it's all gone
wrong, hasn't it?

But I'll be gone in a few
hours, Hilda, far away.

And I'm gonna leave
you this house

and everything that's in it.

I don't want it,
you can take it all,

you can have everything.

But just remember one thing.

You and all the rest.

My father will always be here.

It's going to be your
fears, your conscience,

and your nightmares, Hilda,

that will haunt you for
the rest of your lives.

Papa!

Papa.

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