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Stop!

Stop!

GIALLO IN VENICE

If you have time, I'll tell you what happened.

I can give you my first impression, but I don't think you'll like it.

The woman drowned. No signs of violence, just a few scratches.

But why she was dragged out of the water...

that's for you to figure out.

Regarding the guy, he was killed with a sharp instrument, hard to identify.

But it wasn't a knife, for sure.

Perhaps we'll know more after the autopsy.

So, the woman was drowned? Are you sure?

Obviously, or are you telling me my business?

I don't know why she was dragged out of the water.

This is a strange murderer.

A real gentleman, you know, he even called us.

- We found this in his pocket. - Thank you.

That's it. I knew drugs would be involved.

- Looks like LSD. - Yes, it could be.

I expect your report as soon as possible.

De Pol, I almost forgot...

The girl is wearing no underwear.

Well, too bad for her.

Detective!

Detective, the prosecutor is coming!

In your opinion, Maestrin, do you think it's about drugs?

At first glance, I think so.

Well, but...

Why does he drown the girl and pull her

out of the water again? It's strange.

Why don't you have a chat with that old man up there...

He seems the nosy type.

He may have seen something.

Police. I'd like to ask you some questions.

Good morning. Come in.

Morning, ma'am.

That's my sister. She can't talk.

Please, have a seat.

- Have a seat, if you like. - I'm good, thanks.

Well, what is this about?

It's about the two victims found by the canal.

- Did you see anything? With binoculars? - Nonsense, Mr. Maestrini.

None of the windows face that side.

Take a look yourself.

Honestly, I think you're overreacting.

Watch your choice of words, please.

You think because you're a cop, you can treat me like that?

OK, I got it, no insult intended.

So you're saying you didn't see anything.

I usually sleep at night.

The crime happened just before sunset.

- I was watching TV at that time. - Of course!

VENICE POLICE DEPARTMENT

Good morning.

DRUGS

Hello, Chief, I'm exhausted.

- No luck with the old guy? - None whatsoever.

- Hello? - You read the newspapers, I suppose.

Good morning, Chief. Can I help you?

Two drug-related murders give us a bad name!

We're in the middle of the tourist season. I just got a call from Rome!

They want the killer as soon as possible!

Don't worry, we are already on it.

We're following a lead now.

Keep me up to date!

- Yes, sir! - He's in such a rush!

As usual.

A lead? Whatever...

- I think he's stupid. - Who? The Chief?

No, I mean the old guy.

He's paralytic to the hilt. He lives with his ugly sister...

- ...and he collects trash. - Sounds bad.

Yep, agree.

- Yes? - Hi, "Maigret."

- Ah, our coroner! Any news? - Cocaine...

Just as I said.

One more thing, the woman had sex shortly before her death.

She didn't tell me. Her loss, right?

Keep joking about it. You're in big trouble.

And you're a real friend, you know.

Count on it. I'm very touched.

- Bye, Dad, and thank you! - It's my duty, man.

- Cocaine! - Let's inform the Commissioner.

In addition...

...our dear Flavia had sex shortly before death.

- She was raped? - Doesn't look like it.

- Well, I'm going to eat. Bye, Chief. - Maestrin?

- Yes? - It's all about sex!

It could be the key.

A sex offender?

No clues.

- Throw me an egg. - Huh?

- Hello? - Whore, who is with you?

- It's you. - I saw a man came to see you.

Look, I'm fed up. I haven't time for your silliness.

Especially now.

- Who was it? - Sorry, you were saying?

- Who was on the phone? - I don't understand.

- Why do you care? - Let me decide that. Who was it?

Nobody. Just a pest.

Why are you so nervous?

You feel that way?

No, you...

You're wrong.

Stop ignoring the obvious.

It's useless, right?

Excuse me, Inspector!

Calm down, please.

It's just... I still can't believe they died that way.

For no reason. So horribly.

- Hello? - Don't you dare hang up!

I asked you a question!

Leave me alone already!

Don't be hysterical. Answer me.

Listen, if you don't stop, I'll call the police!

Hello? You can talk to me.

Hello?

He hung up! So, tell me who is he and what does he want?

I told you, he'sjust a nuisance. We broke up recently.

He just won't leave me alone.

He says he loves me and he wants to live with me.

- The same old story. - When did you break up?

Well, a month ago, maybe more.

Did you ever think about calling the police?

I was hoping he would give up.

Good, it's the best solution.

So, Marzia, what was your relationship with the architect and his wife?

I was Flavia's friend. We practically grew up together...

I knew her family very well, but then...

We lost track of each other. I went to college.

Then she got married. You know...

Your life changes. You meet new people.

We met occasionally.

That's what happened to me and Flavia.

He won't give up, no?

We met a year ago in Venice again, and started to hang out together.

Fabio, her husband...

I didn't like him at first. But we got on.

We met quite often, as friends do...

Movies, dinner, card games...

weekends and so on...

Did you know that Fabio took drugs?

Oh, my God! That's impossible.

Hard stuff.

- Cocaine. - No way.

- You never noticed anything? - No, never.

That's strange...

For such an intimate friendship. And his wife Flavia?

Did she ever talk about the relationship with her husband?

I mean, her sexual relationship?

- What does that have to do with it? - You know what I mean.

I don't get your point.

Are you sure?

Let's assume we did not only find pornographic pictures.

But also particular sexual equipment.

Marzia, please tell me what you know.

Fine. I'll tell you everything.

Fabio had unusual habits during sex.

Flavia told me that one day, on the way home...

Come on. Let's go in here.

Let's go over there.

Fabio!

Good night.

Fabio, please. Don't do anything like that again.

Why? You didn't like it?

It's not about that... Don't you get it?

You're not going to be a Quaker, after what we did together?

That's not the point.

It was just showing off. Why?

You don't understand...

Sex should be constantly renewed to keep it alive.

Learn to free yourself, whatever the circumstance.

Do you still love me?

It's pointless. You don't want to understand.

Don't.

Fabio!

No! Stop!

Fabio! No!

Damn you!

Hello? It's Marzia. I've been trying to reach you all day.

I need to talkto you. It's important.

- Ungodly hour. - Can we meet?

Yes, but wait...

Later. Don't waste time.

Meet me at the same bar. Don't keep me waiting.

- What a fuss. - See you later. Bye.

Bye.

Watch out, guys. She's about to leave.

Duty calls. See you later.

Good bye.

Listen, bitch. It's useless hanging up on me!

Don't you dare call the police. You're mine, got it?

Who's in there with you, whore?

I'm watching you night and day, you can't fool me.

And about that asshole, I'd advise you to stay clear of him.

I... I am your man.

I love you and you love me, I know it.

You shouldn 't even look at another man.

I told you once, and I'm telling you again...

You belong to me.

"lf you don't back up off of those perverts, I'll kill you."

So? What's the matter?

The police...

A detective came to see me. He questioned me.

- A young guy? - Yes.

- Do you know his name? - No.

- Detective De Pol. - You know him?

Sure. He's been after me for a while. But he'll never get me.

Anyway, did you bring the photos?

No. Should I have?

Idiot. You have to get rid of them.

- Or give them to me. - Are you crazy?

OK. I'll do as you say.

Look, Marco. I need your help.

- I'm scared. - What else?

He's back and threatened me.

- It's a real obsession. - Who? The student?

Don't take him seriously. He's just a fool.

You do not know him. He is a whack-job, capable of anything!

- Want my advice? - Go on vacation.

Get out of Venice. At least for a while.

In your state, you're dangerous.

You were right.

Sex is the key to everything.

So it seems. We have two bodies.

And we have a third name: Marzia.

Also an ex-con, Marco Dezan.

What is missing is the name of this woman.

At first glance, it appears to be clear.

I don't know. Something's not making sense here.

But I'm not persuaded.

Who could have been interested in killing this couple?

The drugs are the only motive.

Perhaps they wanted to deal with it and they killed them.

Get to work. Look for the third woman in the archives.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

Hey.

If you buy me breakfast,

I'll tell you everything, promise.

Here you are! So, what about the autopsy?

Hers, not bad at all.

Don't you think that's a bit macabre?

Come on, what was the murder weapon?

The architect was stabbed with a large pair of scissors...

The kind used by tailors, or something similar.

Better and better.

Honestly, the case seems elementary, dear Maigret.

Get all the tailors in Venice and you'll find the killer.

What? Are you a photographer now? But...

- Aren't they... - Yes, they are.

Well done! Right?

Only if we knew why the killer drowned Flavia,

and then dragged her body to the shore.

It's really strange.

Here.

Bye.

- See you, Monia. - Bye.

You scared me. Why were you hiding?

- I was waiting. - Yes, but don't do that next time...

Or you'll scare me to death.

Shall we go?

10,000 in advance.

Come on.

Just a quickie?

Come on. Get undressed.

Why the sunglasses? Can't you see?

The bright light hurts my eyes. Does it bother you?

Getting undressed bothers you as well?

I preferto do it standing up. Get up.

Get up!

The killer could've come that way, detective...

There are some tracks.

This is the girl from the orgy.

Yep. Now she has a name.

It's getting weirder. Who kills someone because of an orgy?

What's the connection between the two and this hooker?

Finally! Please do yourjob. I'm getting nervous.

- This case is driving me crazy. - But...

Think it was the same killer?

That's what I want to know from you. Use your head!

You're a cop, as well as a doctor.

Fine. Out of my way, OK?

Hey, I'll bet she was killed with scissors.

Quit bothering me.

You can't take a joke.

What about this stuff?

Don't drag this out, detective.

Today it's not a big deal anymore. Does it bother you?

Nothing offends me anymore.

Not even if they shot at me to frighten me.

I'm not a moralist. But that orgy is scandalous

because your two friends killed took part in it,

and the hooker you hired.

Satisfied?

I have enough evidence to charge both of you...

forthese murders, unless...

...you start talking.

Why should I have killed them? Because of those photos?

Cut it out, you're bluffing...

...and awkwardly.

- Watch your mouth, jailbird. - OK.

- May I smoke? - You can.

May I speak, detective?

You can.

I was with Ines Amas on the day of the murder and the night after.

- You can check it. - Obviously.

- And this morning? - Same alibi, same person.

This will look like a coincidence, but on the day of the murder...

When Flavia and her husband were killed, I wasn't at home either.

I went to Mestre to see my mother.

- And I stayed overnight. - I might have guessed.

- It's true. - OK, forget it.

And what about drugs?

You have to know something.

A clear motive to a guy like you.

- You're bluffing again. - It was you...

You sold the drugs to Fabio, that is your dirty trade.

You can't prove a thing. Do you know why?

Because I got out of such things a long time ago.

Maestrin, come here.

Check their alibis.

Tell me something. The ex boyfriend,

- how does he fit into this? - I don't know.

I'm flying blind here, relying on trial and error.

We have only the tape and the letter.

And the Chief wants the culprit ASAP.

What's so strange? In that anonymous letter,

he sent her death threats.

He mentioned a "perverse gang."

Yes, exactly, but this doesn't mean he murdered them.

It is moral fanaticism which is overwhelmed by reality.

Maybe in America. I keep thinking about Fabio...

If we could only grasp his mind...

This is the key to everything. I feel it!

Alberto, I need your professional opinion...

How does the cocaine and the neurotic fit together?

I mean...

And what's a plausible connection between perversion

- and drugs? - I get your point.

I just don't get how studying Fabio's personality

can help you catch his killer,

his wife's, and the person who killed the prostitute.

It's useful. Please tell me.

Medically speaking, drugs don't necessarily make someone a pervert...

and vice versa.

A pervert is paranoid about his strength,

and cocaine can alleviate his latent paranoia.

In most cases, they use it like other drug addicts...

They want to compensate for something that is missing.

A happiness they're lacking. The drug addict...

is prisoner of a dream.

They don't distinguish between dream and reality.

They live in another dimension.

What are you thinking about?

Give it to me.

What should I think? I am running in circles.

I can't tell distinguish fantasy from reality anymore.

No! Don't!

Let me go.

You pig! I don't want that! No!

Stop!

Pig!

Listen, Angelo. If we classify sex maniacs

and the men who share similar traits to their wives...

we end up with an Italy full of mentally ill.

You think so?

Are you nuts?

- Let's move one further. - Why?

Put your legs down!

Stop it, come on!

Bye, baby.

Come on! Hurry up!

Say hello to Sweden!

Don't move, bitch!

Don't move!

Calm down.

Put your legs down!

Detective, one moment. There is a woman looking for you.

She knows something about the dead.

- Where is she? - In there.

I'm Detective De Paul. You wanted to talk to me?

- Yes, my name is Flora Di Assisi. - Pleasure to meet you.

- You're so young. - Right, have a seat.

I knew this woman...

She was always visiting a young man, in my neighborhood.

Do you have a lighter?

- Sorry, I don't smoke. - Listen...

Me neither. But we could talk about Flavia.

Nice.

The scissors are the most important part...

Of course, you could charge me. Sometimes reality exceeds fantasy.

I'm an artist. This is something I won't miss.

Right. Look, this scribble...

- What does it mean? - Bruno Nielsen.

- German? - My father was Danish.

- Listen, I'm in a rush. - OK. Don't get upset.

There is no reason, trust me.

- Let's get to the point. - It depends on you.

- From the beginning? - Possibly, if you don't mind.

Well...

I met Flavia by chance, on one of her trips to Venice...

She lived with her parents in Mestre.

I started dating her. What we had...

It seemed to work.

Then she met Fabio.

She fell in love with him.

She decided to marry him quickly.

I was kind of left out.

But you were still in love with her?

- That's right. - Were they happy?

No. I mean, they were for a little while.

- I understand. - No...

- Then Fabio showed his true colors. - Say it, he was a pervert!

- How do you know? - I'm a cop.

Right.

He forced her to do insane things, that's why she came to me.

Flavia told me everything.

We werejust friends, nothing more.

I can't stand it, Bruno.

I can't take it anymore. He's always coming up with new schemes. He's mad!

You can't fight it. Leave him.

I can't. I love him.

Flavia... Flavia...

- If you want, I'll kill him. - Bruno!

Quite a compromising statement. Don't you agree?

I would have done it, I swear.

Mr. Nielsen, bad idea to offer yourself as a killer.

Please, go on.

She was desperate.

- Fabio, I don't want to do it. - Please, just this once.

- Please, darling. - I'm tired!

You'll do it.

Come on.

Come on.

- Good morning. - Come in.

May l?

Help me with it.

Give me the stuff, please?

- How old are you? - 17.

Already a man.

Please go. I'm busy now.

Good bye.

You're a bitch.

- Hello? - You were asleep?

- You're strange. - What time is it?

10 p. m., dear.

I took a tablet. What do you want?

- I need to talk to you. - Talk to your alibi.

It's important. It's about the conversation today.

The detective? Go ahead.

Shut up! I'll be there in five minutes. Marzia?

- Yes? - Get up and make some coffee.

- I want you awake. - Now they're fucking.

Lucky him.

Hey, have a seat.

- No, please. - You're in a bad mood.

Listen, Marco. I'm not feeling well.

So, talk and then get out of here.

I just want to sleep.

Marco, want a coffee?

I need something stronger.

Then?

You have to be more careful.

About what?

Everything.

Everything you say and do.

I'm sure the police are watching you.

I have nothing to hide. Better think about yourself.

- That's what I am doing. - Selfish bastard!

I could destroy you if I wanted to.

- Watch your mouth! - Coward.

- I'll teach you some respect. - Let me go!

Leave me! No!

- No! - You like that, right?

- Just a little rubbing? - No!

Come here.

Slut.

You like it, huh?

Enjoy it.

Hello, Marco.

- Who are you? - Marzia's friend.

- What do you want? - This!

No!

What are you doing?

Stop or I'll shoot.

What do you think? Settling an old score?

Doesn't look like a pro hit.

Maybe her ex-boyfriend?

It's possible. Actually, obvious.

He left his mark: a 765er.

Long out of fashion.

He was also injured, the guard found blood on the floor...

No, I don't think he's a killer. Have forensics look into it...

Perhaps we can identify the owner.

COPY-

One moment.

I'm coming!

You... whore!

Leave me!

Damn you!

Don't!

You're a slut!

- No! - Dirty slut!

Where are you going? Come here.

No!

Stay right here!

Qpen it!

Damn you.

Honey, I warned you.

I have to do it.

I have to do it. It's for your own good.

She never changes the calendar.

What a mess.

Poor thing. Such a terrible death.

- What time did she die? - Between four and five.

It's unbelievable. He's relentless...

He killed Marco last night, and he gets shot...

Tonight he kills Marzia in such a horrible way.

- It's absurd. - Are you sure now?

- You think it was her boyfriend? - I can't think anymore...

Now, I'm quite sure.

The only thing I still don't understand is why,

after drowning Flavia,

he pulled her body to the side of the canal.

It makes no sense. It will drive me nuts.

Don't forget we're dealing with a madman.

Crazies don't act logical.

I want to go deeper. Forget the scientific report.

Five dead, but the first two don't add up.

Detective?

Maestrin, what's up?

No fingerprints on the gun.

But I found the name and address of the owner...

He bought the gun a week ago here in Venice.

- And who is it? - Andrea Caron.

Twenty-five years old, he studies philosophy.

It could be him.

' Can I help you? - Qpen up!

Police.

We have a warrant, don't worry.

What do you want?

What's with your hand?

- I cut myself with a can opener. - Yes?

Let's have a look.

A can opener, huh? That's a gunshot wound.

Beretta 9mm.

A gun used by the police, the army,

and many security officers.

Like the one who shot at you last night.

Mr. Caron.

So you don't know, you weren't there...

And you have nothing to say. I'm telling you for the last time...

- Call a lawyer. - No.

You are stubborn. Whatever.

- Tell me the whole story. - You're the cop.

I have nothing to say.

Well. About three months ago,

you met a woman. Her name is Marzia.

She's older than you.

You fell in love.

You were lovers for awhile...

But it didn't work out.

She dropped you.

She had enough of you. And since that day...

You became her stalker. You call her,

send anonymous letters.

Death threats. Recognize this?

- No. - Come on, read it.

"If you don't back up off of those perverts, I'll kill you."

You signed it with an your name is Andrea...

- Andrea Caron. - This doesn't prove anything.

Let's move on.

During your persistent stalking,

you find out that Marzia hangs out with three friends.

And you decide to get rid of them.

You start by killing Fabio and his wife, Flavia.

You killed both by the canal.

Then you killed the prostitute.

Last night, while you were waiting near Marzia's house,

you saw her having sex with Marco.

You probably thought he was her man.

So, when Marco left, around midnight,

you follow him right to the garden of his house.

First, you shot him with the gun you bought two days earlier...

Then you set him on fire with gasoline.

Then you kill Marzia.

Where are the scissors you used to kill Fabio and the hooker?

Where are they?

Tell me!

- Where are they? - You're mad.

You're crazy!

For once, forensics saves the police!

They were hidden in a wardrobe. They're all yours.

Still want to deny it? Confess already!

Damn you! You can't understand...

I loved her. And she loved me.

Then she got corrupted. It was horrible!

It's true, lwasjealous of that dirty drug dealer...

Because Marzia refused to leave him. I was jealous of the hooker.

Jealous of everyone who touched her.

And I killed all three of them.

I don't know who killed the architect and his wife.

Someone beat me to it.

- I don't believe you! You're lying! - Why should I?

Ifl did it, I'd tell you!

Three murders, orfive... What difference does it make?

- I think he's right. - Agree.

So, that guy

will get a life sentence.

But we're back to square one.

Four suspects, two are now dead, another is in prison...

...and the fourth, the comic artist, we ruled out.

Bruno Nielsen? Maybe we underestimated him.

- Maybe... - Come in.

We hit a dead end.

Thanks.

Well...

- We only have one option... - What? Drink coffee?

No...

Bet on the fourth one: Bruno Nielsen.

We should pay him a visit.

He's usually home working all day.

And then, around 4 p.m. he goes to the publishing office.

What time is it now?

4230.

Great! We're on our way.

Oh, good evening, detective.

- What does it mean? - I don't know.

Once you have offered us a drink,

maybe you can tell us what this is doing in your apartment.

I'll gladly offer you a drink.

But I can't help you with this tool.

Come on, Mr. Nielsen. You're smarter than this.

You know Fabio was killed with a pair of scissors like those.

Funny.

Imwmh

What?

That Fabio was killed with a common pair of scissors.

I hope you don't suspect me? I've had them for years.

I cut paper for my work with it.

Nothing wrong, I guess.

- And you? - No, thanks.

Sorry, Mr. Nielsen, but I have to arrest you.

- Straight to the point. - Show him the warrant.

Well, then.

As you wish.

I'm telling you what I know.

But I assure you those scissors aren't the murder weapon.

- I'm listening. - Good.

It's not much...

But I hope it will be useful to you.

Flavia called me on the day of the murders.

The two had reconciled.

He hasn't been mean to her for quite awhile.

They had decided to restyle the apartment...

They went out to buy some new curtains...

And they bought the right tools.

Also a pair of scissors.

She was surprised Fabio had asked her

to go shopping in an unusual place, like Giudecca.

Flavia thought his strange behavior was attributed

to the fact that her husband, as an architect,

wanted to go to old shops to choose original pieces

for the new furnishings.

You're telling me that the scissors used to kill Fabio

were purchased by the very same victim?

I'm not suggesting anything, I'm telling you what I know.

Sorry, Mr. Nielsen.

What you said does not improve your situation.

You are the main suspect and you have a pair of similar scissors.

In addition, as you said before,

you hated Fabio.

And you told Flavia you were ready to kill him.

But why did you kill her, too?

I knew it. Policemen have a vivid imagination.

But not like this.

I hope the judge's imagination is less fervent than mine.

You are under arrest, Mr. Nielsen.

I've expected you, detective.

Really?

Yes.

You don't look very happy, how is the investigation?

It finished an hour ago. But let me tell you...

I'm not convinced. Believe me.

- Fine. - What do you mean?

There's a piece of the puzzle missing.

Something that will seal the whole thing.

That no one else knows.

An event no one else saw.

Did you see anything?

Why didn't you say it earlier?

Just listen, please.

They had a fight, he wanted to force her to do something she didn't want to do.

Don't be so foolish, stop it!

Leave me!

- Don't be so childish. - Go away.

- You have to do it. - No.

Please, darling...

Do it for me.

And what about me? Do you understand what you're asking me?

Just one more time. This is important...

- Try to understand me. - You always say that.

Every time. But I can't stand it anymore.

I love you, and I'd like a normal life.

You're sick. You need help.

It's a mental illness, Fabio.

Don't try and hide it with words.

I explore the nature of man. It's painful...

but intelligent, liberating, noble.

- It is not for everyone. - Your research...

...involves me.

Honey, calm down.

OK, I'll see a doctor.

Are you serious?

- Say it again, please. - I promise.

- But I won't guarantee the result. - Fine, but will you try?

Sure.

Now...

It's your turn.

- How much, honey? - 10,000.

Let's go.

- You first, or your friend? - Don't worry...

You will love it.

- Stay still. - No! Not like this!

- Undress her! - What are you doing?

- Leave me! - Don't move.

Don't!

Pigs!

I said I don't want that.

No!

- Stay still! - Leave me!

No!

Let me go!

Put her down. Help me.

No! No!

No!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Come on.

Bye!

Come on, let's go.

- Good luck, detective. - Thanks, I need it.

We're back at the beginning. We need to find those workmen.

- It won't be easy. - Do you think so?

I see them every day from the window.

They workjust 300 meters from here. It won't be hard.

- We didn't kill them. - Why didn't you intervene?

- Why didn't you report it to the police? - We were afraid.

- We did not know what would happen. - I tell you what will happen.

I'll throw you both in jail, and in the meantime...

You have to tell me everything.

- Even the smallest detail. - OK...

I had lost my cigarettes, so went back to look for them.

Come on, don't act like this.

It wasn't so bad, you expected one and two came along...

Interesting, isn't it? I want you.

- You're mine! - You're crazy!

- I love you! - You're mad!

I hate you!

I hate you!

Bastard!

I'll kill you!

I'll kill you!

I'll kill you!

I'll kill you!

I'll kill you!

Flavia!

Stop!

Flavia!

My love.