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How marvellous...

Every time I return to this island I find it more beautiful and wild.

Don't you agree? - We all agree, Daddy...

It's just that you say the same thing every year.

Don't upset the old man. You should know that...

He'll feel bad.

Michele. - Yes, Auntie?

Don't forget to bring my rifles when we disembark.

Sure, but can you tell me why you'll need them?

I plan on going hunting.

But that's an absurd idea, there aren't any birds on this island.

What idiocy to come here to get bored on four rocks.

If you didn't feel like it, why did you come?

Don't talk rubbish, you know very well they forced me to come.

But you? Won't you miss your lovers?

Why don't you think about something other than my husband?

Where are we mooring? - The small harbour by the villa.

Isn't it dangerous? - Relax...

The sea bed is six metres down. This boat is fine.

My voices told me we should have delayed the departure...

They warned me. My voices.

Don't go, Patrizia. Don't go.

She's off again. - Blood, blood...

I see blood everywhere.

I can feel something bad is going to happen.

A cold icy of death will freeze your hearts.

And your souls will disappear down there, in the dark of the night.

Don't get worked up, you should go down and get some rest.

You don't believe me, but you'll regret it.

Your sister is completely insane. - Try to be a little sensitive...

You're my wife, after all. - I wish you'd remember that...

Or am I asking too much?

If you don't throw your usual tantrum, I'd like to ask you a question.

What? - Your father is too old...

Cut it out. - Why must we always obey him?

For the last time, I'm not discussing this.

Don't raise your voice. Just like your father.

Either we move far away, or we get a divorce.

You know I hate him, you should too.

Being the hypocrite you are, you'll never admit it.

That's enough. - Yes, sure.

At least let me say it's his fault if you're like that.

And how should I be? - A weakling...

With no self control. Spineless.

But you've done well having a husband like me.

Not true, you know I always wanted you to be different.

Rubbish, nothing but lies. The reality is different.

All you wanted was my money. - Now you're being vulgar.

I did everything to make you a real man...

It's not my fault if I failed.

This doesn't authorise you to shower me with ridicule.

Remember, you'll only be a man when your father dies.

Don't count on it because you'll regret it...

And it really will be the end for you.

Why don't you get ready?

Aren't you going for a swim? - No, I need to unpack...

I'll come later.

What is this pistol doing in your suitcase?

I've always carried it with me since those kids mugged me.

I'm scared. - But there aren't any muggers here?

You're right. There are only gentlemen on this island.

And, as usual, they enjoy themselves by tearing each other to shreds.

What's wrong, Carla? Full of sarcasm today?

No, I have a habit to saying everything I'm thinking.

In any case, at least while we're on this island...

You don't need this pistol.

There's a lot of tension between Michele and Lorenzo.

They've hated each other since they were kids...

I think they hate me too, and I'm the father.

I don't think asking them to share the same house was a good idea.

Why not? They are brothers.

Yes, like Cain and Abel.

Where is it? - Come on, Giulia, let's go.

What are you looking for? - The mouth-piece for the respirator.

I'm sure I brought it. - It's probably in someone's room.

You'll find it later. - You go on ahead.

Hurry up.

Patrizia, what are you doing there? You're still not ready?

Do you hear it? - Hear what?

The seagulls.

There haven't been any on this island for years.

Where do you see them? Where? Where?

I don't see them but I hear them.

Do you know why they cry like this?

They're the souls of all the sea men...

...lost at sea. - What a happy topic.

Come on, Patrizia. Let's go.

How can we be happy, jolly, relaxed on this island...

Where you can smell death in the air.

Stop it. Now you're exaggerating.

I'm not coming, I've got a headache.

This is your headache. This!

Be careful, Michele. Your father is watching us.

It's better to be prudent.

I wouldn't want him to get upset and ruin our holiday.

Apart from the money, you married him because he doesn't get jealous, right?

Jealous, no. But capable of killing, yes.

Do you know why she lets you cheat on her?

Because she's frigid. - You're right.

Aside from being frigid, she's also stupid.

Then why did you marry her? - I don't know...

Curiosity, perhaps? - Or perhaps it was the dowry?

I need a drink.

Why don't you go to the villa, the bar is very well stocked.

Great idea, coming with me? - Sure, let's go.

Look at Greta, she's trying to seduce her brother-in-law.

And Lorenzo lets her.

My brother's good. He's used to it now.

Wait. Don't run.

I'll get you.

Want a drink? - No, thanks.

It's so hot. - Shall we go back to the beach?

Wait.

What's got into you?

We're going to be on this island for two weeks.

Surprised? - No.

They say you're a real man. Is it true?

What's wrong? Scared of a scandal, perhaps?

No.

You never change.

I don't see why I should change?

Making love is the only think I like. It makes me feel like a woman...

I don't see why I should give up.

Let's go back. It's late.

Not yet. Please...

Let's stay here.

It's her. Death...

This card has been pursuing me all night...

It's a nightmare. - You're a sadist...

You always talk about death.

Patrizia is a clairvoyant. A real fortune teller.

And she always manages to predict the future.

For now, all she manages to do is scare me.

Carla.

There. You have no escape.

Take it, it's for you. - No, thanks...

You know I don't drink. - Why not make an exception?

Please don't insist.

No alcohol, no cigarettes and no women.

What are you laughing about?

We're pointing out your husband's abstinence.

I don't find it very funny...

It seems like a very painful discussion.

That's why you satisfy certain desires outside of home.

Well? What's up with you now?

He's been nervous for a while. - No, not this...

You can't talk. You know...

You let other people sleep with your wife.

Idiot.

Don't be so touchy, daddy...

No one gives a damn.

Forgive us, Lorenzo. Sometimes, sarcasm at any cost...

Can be in bad taste.

Please tell your husband he's a real asshole.

What did he say that was so bad?

Everyone knows you didn't step out of a convent when you got married.

But I changed after we got married, and you know that.

Yes, it's true. You don't ask for money now...

You do it for free. You know the old proverb...

Once a whore, always a whore.

What are you doing? - I prepared some powdered milk.

Take it, I also added the usual dose of sleeping pills.

But it tastes strange tonight?

Where can I find fresh milk on this island?

Aren't you coming to bed?

No, I'm not tired.

Where are you going? - To the lounge...

I want to listen to some music.

Are you happy I came? - Yes.

Get undressed.

Why are you so late? - Your father is still awake...

He's reading and he might be waiting for me.

Don't worry.

It's better this way.

Dim the lights.

It's not enough.

Like that.

We can't go on like this.

There's another solution. - Yes...

Eliminate the obstacle.

There are two obstacles, your husband and my wife.

Carla doesn't count, your father is the real problem.

Right. We'll discuss it later.

Greta, don't go. - What's wrong?

I know Walter is waiting for you. Don't go.

It doesn't matter who it is. - Now you're exaggerating.

Don't make me lose my patience. You'd better stay here.

Don't be ridiculous. - I'm ordering you.

I don't take orders from anyone.

Finally.

I couldn't come earlier. - Greta...

What's wrong? Nervous?

My husband had an attack of jealousy...

It hasn't happened for years. - I understand him...

It must be the atmosphere on this island.

You look sad. - No, strange things are happening.

You don't believe Patrizia? She sees blood everywhere.

My wife is just an alcoholic.

I have a feeling the person behind all this...

...is Giulia. - What does she have to do with it?

She only married the old man to get at his inheritance...

And this is normal.

But she sleeps with Michele and she doesn't love him...

And this is abnormal.

You mean she only does it to get closer to her goal?

You're also intelligent, dear. Aside from beautiful...

And this surprises me. - Come here.

Look. It wasn't moving earlier...

Someone must have seen us. It might have been my husband.

The light. - Right.

I'm scared, Walter. I'm scared.

Calm down. Don't get excited.

Calm down.

Like that. Good.

Where's Giulia?

I don't know.

Your brother's making me sick tell him to take better care of his wife.

A little bit more. We made it.

You made me drink.

Help.

It's Carla. What's wrong with her?

Help.

It's one of Carla's usual tricks.

I think there's something really wrong with her.

Michele, your wife isn't well. - It's a stupid stunt.

She called out like she was really drowning.

Idiots. What are you waiting for?

I'll go this way.

Go further out.

Closer to the rocks.

You're there. Lorenzo, search here.

Stay where you are. She might be there.

Check the other side.

Nothing.

Let's go behind the rocks.

I don't see anything.

Damn it. There's nothing we can do.

Call Michele and let's tell the others.

We'll use the boat to look for her. - No, it's too late...

We must tell the police on the continent.

But how? - There's a radio on the yacht.

Where's the yacht?

Perhaps the sailors took it out to sea to unload the waste?

Perhaps they're drunk? - Imbeciles.

Let's use the boat to look for them. - Yes.

Untie it.

What's going on? - I don't know.

The spark plugs.

The spark plugs are missing.

They were here this morning. I went fishing.

And we don't have any spares. Someone must have taken them.

Yes, you're right.

There's something strange about this...

First the yacht disappears then the boat is rendered out of use.

Something else doesn't convince me: Carla's disappearance.

Or her death. - Then we're prisoners...

We can't leave the island. Cursed island.

Cursed. I want to leave.

Leave.

Cover the motor.

Giulia, leave me alone this evening. - Come on, don't be nervous.

Carla's death has shaken me. - I understand you.

But what can you do? - She was my wife.

Only now do you remember?

That's very convenient. - Forgive me.

I didn't mean to offend you. It's just that I'm in pieces.

It doesn't matter. - Do you want a drink?

Yes, thanks. A whisky.

Without ice. - Yes.

Where were you when it happened? - Why are you asking me?

They suspect someone pulled Carla underwater.

Speak clearly. What are you suggesting?

Lorenzo pointed out that you weren't there today.

It's absurd. It's a vulgar insinuation.

You know Carla was paranoid.

How many times did she pretend to commit suicide?

Only she went too far today, that's all.

Sure. She went too far...

Who knows? She got to the yacht and left.

And now she's enjoying herself knowing we're all scared.

Sure. Your wife is enjoying herself...

Together with the sailors.

I dreamt Jenny's death.

I had a bad dream. A terrifying dream.

Water. Some water, please.

It was a mistake. A big mistake...

We should never have brought her with us.

I've been insisting for years that she needs sleep therapy.

Who is this Charlie? And why does she always dream about him?

Now I'll explain...

He was a sailor who worked here.

He disappeared one night during a storm.

And no one's ever seen him since. - When did it happen?

I believe...

Twenty years ago. - It's very strange.

It was so long ago but she still remembers...

I ask myself why?

Who knows? It's a kind of obsession.

It was a terrible blow for her.

It's you.

Yes...

I saw the men who killed him in my dream.

Enough. That's enough.

Don't mention him again. - One moment...

Why does she still talk about murder? - Because she's a poor old lunatic.

No, I'm not crazy. They killed him, yes...

Killed him. And you know.

The light again. - Perhaps there's a fault?

It happened last night as well. - Light it.

Stop. There's someone there.

It's Lorenzo.

Idiot, couldn't you have warned us? Did you enjoy yourself?

Yes, I also saw the murderers' faces in my dream.

Yes, Elizabeth is right...

We should give her something to calm her down.

I'll take care of it, I have a sedative in my room.

I'll go and get it.

Giulia, what's going on? Tell me.

Sadly, there's nothing we can do.

He had heart problems.

Above all, his wife was too young. - You're a coward...

A dirty filthy coward. Take me away...

I can't stand it anymore. - Stop it.

He always drank a glass of milk before he went to bed...

With a sleeping pill. - A very dangerous habit.

Especially if the dose isn't right. - Are you suggesting I poisoned him?

You're an asshole.

Now we have a wealthy widow in the family.

No, you're wrong. I'm not the only heir here.

There's you, Michele. And Patrizia and Walter...

He also has a right to the inheritance.

Do you want to know something? You're right...

There are four of us.

It isn't a certainty that all four heirs will see sunlight tomorrow morning.

You don't believe it...

But I'm telling you, the dead come back.

A buried soul can take over the body...

...of a living being while they sleep.

And force it to do whatever it wants.

It's all clear in my mind. I see it.

Our father...

...was murdered by one of us in a state of trance.

It's the work of the cursed ghost that inhabits this island.

There's no other explanation.

Maybe she's right? - Giulia was in the room with her husband.

She would've noticed if someone came in to kill him, don't you think?

That's where you're wrong...

Giulia wasn't with her husband. She was with me.

Cut it out.

Come and have a look.

It's aunt Elizabeth.

She seems agitated. - Who says she didn't poison him?

No one hated him as much as she did.

We were all in her room last night. - Yes, but it might just be an alibi.

Elizabeth only screamed to get our attention...

She had already put the poison in the milk.

You think she killed him 20 years later to avenge her dear Charlie?

Perhaps? If that is the case we'll be the next victims...

We were there when Charlie was killed.

Let's follow her. Finally, we might get to the truth.

Come on.

There she is. There, on that rock.

Let's go.

She's down there.

You again? Go away, I don't want to see you.

Why did you follow me? What do you want from me?

Leave a poor lunatic alone. - What are you doing here?

There...

There should've been a bloodied corpse.

How do you know that? - I saw it in a dream.

And whose was this bloodied corpse? One of us?

The dream was confused.

It was a woman's body.

As you can see, your dream has deceived you.

It's here. Here it is.

It's here. In front of me...

I see it. It's covered in blood.

Its eyes are wide open. Come and see.

It's here. Please take it away...

Please, I'm begging you. Close those eyes.

My God.

They killed her. - No, Walter.

It might have been an accident. - Accident?

You call this an accident?

It was a crime.

This is the work of a madman.

Your father dies. Carla, also...

They drowned your sister. Who are the heirs?

You, your brother and Giulia.

If the killer is a lunatic...

He's a very astute lunatic.

Look. Charlie.

He's up there. His clothes are still covered in blood...

But he's alive. Alive.

He's come for me.

Didn't you see him?

He's up there.

He's come back for revenge.

Drink all of it. It will help you rest.

There.

It was so terrifying.

Do you think so too? That it was an accident?

No. It was the same for Carla too...

No one wanted to believe it was a crime. - It may also be suicide.

Patrizia wasn't the suicidal type, if you ask me she was murdered.

And aunt Elizabeth knows something. I'm convinced her Charlie's ghost...

Isn't just fantasy. - Do you know the real story?

Yes, my husband told me something.

Charlie was aunt Elizabeth's lover...

I know all four of them were there when he was killed...

Roberto, Lorenzo, Michele and Walter.

They did it. I don't know for sure...

But I think so. It's a family of lunatics.

Even the sanest one still has a grain of insanity in them.

They're power hungry sadists.

They consider themselves above the law.

Whatever evil deed they commit they're convinced they'll never pay for it.

Do you know why they punished Charlie?

It wasn't for seducing Elizabeth...

But because there was something about him they couldn't accept...

He was poor.

That's why I don't think Patrizia and Carla committed suicide.

This all happened twenty years ago? - Around twenty years ago.

Even if we accept what you say is true...

Why did Elizabeth wait so long to take revenge?

There's only one explanation. Notwithstanding the apparitions...

Elizabeth is mentally ill as well. She'd be happy to see us suffer.

And to die, one by one. Slowly.

Nothing. No sign of the yacht.

Then the sailors weren't drunk. Someone must have sent them away.

Or they were killed. - What are you getting at?

Forget about ghosts...

We only need to think about a bloodthirsty lunatic.

It will be our turn soon. - Yes...

But three deaths in two days can't be down to chance.

And why not?

Perhaps three isn't very much. Do you want a simple hypothesis?

First, Giulia drowned Carla...

Then she poisoned her husband. With your approval.

You're a bastard. - Forget it.

Continue. - Don't get angry...

It's just a supposition. Try to see sense...

What is Giulia after? The inheritance.

Now she's a step closer.

Why don't you make another supposition?

Aunt Elizabeth, it could've been her or an accomplice.

If Elizabeth has an accomplice on this island...

It can only be Charlie. - Charlie is dead.

No one knows better than us. - No, wait...

Walter meant to say something else...

Who says Charlie really is dead?

In fact, he was still alive if I'm not mistaken...

Do you remember? - Yes, he was alive when we buried him.

There's only one way to settle this. We have to dig him up.

Now they're trembling as well, the supermen.

He was a poor sailor but he's making them die of fright.

I just hope I'm not involved in this dirty story.

Are you sure this was the place? - Yes, I'm sure.

I'm starting to think Charlie isn't dead...

That he's decided to kill every last one of us with aunt Elizabeth's help.

We're wasting time here. There's no body.

Either aunt Elizabeth is telling us the truth...

Or we have to find Charlie before he kills us...

If he's alive.

What's wrong?

Unbelievable.

They're the same clothes Charlie was wearing when he died.

Dead people don't go around committing crimes.

Get rid of it. - Don't think about it.

Michele, some cognac.

Elizabeth hid him in there. Don't you agree?

She takes pleasure in knowing how scared we are.

But who gets off on these murders?

I was so scared.

We found him on the beach.

Burnt to death.

Some water, hurry.

Drink.

Where's Greta? - She was tired.

She might have gone to bed. - You shouldn't have left her alone.

Greta.

She's asleep. - Wake her up.

We should stay together.

Wake up.

What shall we do? Leave her here?

No, we'd better take her outside.

It was him. I saw him.

It was him. - Who?

Charlie.

It really was him. Charlie.

He was out there. Silently...

Just standing there. I'm sure it was him.

Don't you believe me?

See for yourselves.

Are you convinced now?

Charlie will be here soon.

And you two will pay for what you have done.

It's pointless, you can't hurt him with a mere rifle.

You won't be able to kill my Charlie, for a second time.

What is all this smoke? - I don't know.

I saw someone. I shot at him but it didn't do anything.

There. Behind that curtain.

Like a ghost.

It's over for both of you. - Enough.

Don't torment me. - Quiet.

You watch over Giulia. I'll check outside.

What do you want?

What does this mean?

Why?

Everyone has to settle their score sooner or later.

That monster out there is your daughter, isn't that true?

From your relationship with your adorable Charlie.

You were left pregnant. Or am I mistaken?

You went off alone on a long trip around the world...

And your daughter was born far away from everyone.

Now the puppy has grown up and secretly become a tiger.

Yes, she's my daughter.

Kill me. But don't harm her.

It would be too easy.

She's the only real thing I have left.

It's all my fault.

She's all I have in the world.

These are real bullets...

Not blanks like you put in Michele's rifle...

When he shot at the ghost.

Watch out.

He loaded the rifle with real bullets. He could kill you.

How did you figure it out? - It could only be you.

You're the only one whose body was never found.

It's true.

I pretended to drown...

In reality I disappeared underwater and swam out to sea...

I saw you all scared from a distance. It was the first happy moment in my life.

The first sweet taste of revenge.

What are you going to do now? - How did you keep it secret for so long?

It's a long story.

Start talking...

We've got a long night ahead of us.

Where are the spark plugs? - You knew who it was...

You knew Carla was doing the killing, and knowing all the risks...

You never did anything to stop her. Why?

The satisfaction of seeing my relatives killed was worth any risks.

Where are the spark plugs?

If you think we'll go peacefully, you're mistaken.

It's the last warning.

I hid them behind a rock, in a hole.

Stop.

Let go of me. Damn it.

Subtitled by Merlin in November 2009

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