All language subtitles for ARADACADASASASSS

Good morning.
I'm Greta Franklin.

Stafford, the publisher in London,
wrote you about me.

Oh, of course!
You're the new secretary.

We were awaiting you.
Mr. Stuart's on a trip.

He'll be back tomorrow.
Come in. Your room is ready.

Thank you.

What is the ape to man?

A laughing-stock,
a thing of shame.

And what is man
to the superman?

A laughing-stock,
a thing of shame.

Do you agree with Nietzsche?

He put away his book
and looked her in the eye.

And then he continued.

- Why are you looking at me like this?
- I'm sorry...

I swear I'm not a ghost.

No, it's just that I thought
you looked different.

Different how?

I don't know...
I've read all of your books, and...

And you imagined me
like a kind of...

sea monster.

With one hundred eyes
and a flaming head...

whose hands become so enormous at night
that it can touch the moon.

You thought that when I transform
back to little again, I'd cry a river.

Isn't it so?

What a shame.
Unfortunately I don't look like myself...

but my modesty
compels me to be simple.

Now, come with me.

See that nail?

Well, I hammered it in
five years ago.

I knew what I wanted and finally got it.
After five years.

It's mine.

Mine! Do you understand?

Lorenzo Lotto's "La Baccante".

- Do you know him?
- No, I don't think so.

Really?
I have to introduce him to you, then.

Lorenzo Lotto, painter,
born in Venice in 1480.

- And when did he die?
- But what are you saying?

Don't you know that great artists
are immortal?

Do you know, clear,
that this young lady read all of my books?

Every one of them,
if I'm not mistaken.

Unfortunately
she was disappointed with me.

I think she considers me
a very ordinary guy.

Everything can be said about you
but not that you're ordinary.

I didn't say so.
I just wanted...

- May I go, signora?
- Yes, see you tomorrow, Giovanni.

Giovanni lives in Torcello,
nearby.

Richard prefers
not to have the servants here at night.

Servants have the vice
of eavesdropping.

Oh, yesterday Sandro and Cristina
came here during the evening.

- Did you have fun?
- So-so, nothing special.

Greta, feel free
to go to bed if you like.

- I probably do.
- Goodnight, then.

- See you tomorrow.
- See you tomorrow.

So Sally Reece
didn't leave you her new address?

That's right, commissioner.

And she didn't have any explanation
for this sudden departure?

No.

When a secretary quits,
she's supposed to give notice.

Well, you see...

Before leaving,
the girl seemed strange lately, changed.

As if something
was tormenting her.

Maybe it was just my impression.
She didn't confide in us, however...

and we never
asked her anything.

And she didn't leave anything behind?
Her luggage maybe?

No, nothing at all.

Commissioner, do you think
something serious happened to Sally?

A girl doesn't vanish
into thin air like this...

without any explanation
or a reason.

That's true.

Can you tell me, at least,
if Sally knew anyone?

If she had a man,
a boyfriend...

I have no interest
in the private life of my secretaries.

I'm sorry
that I'm not of use to you.

Please inform me
if there's something new.

I'm sorry, but believe me,
these are only formalities.

I understand, commissioner.
Follow me, I'll accompany you.

Here we are.
This is my hairdresser.

I'll meet you here in an hour.

— Alright.
- Greta...

Sometimes I need a friend,
a confidant.

I feel lonely in that house.

- Why don't you come with me?
- No, thank you.

I really have lots of errands to run.

Sally Reece was a friend of mine.

I too am sure
something terrible happened to her.

What do you mean by "you too"?
Who else thinks so?

You, commissioner.

I overheard your questions
to Stuart.

I have to answer to an information request
from Scotland Yard.

Me and Sally were very close
ever since we were in college.

We used to room together,
worked together.

Then she accepted this job
in Venice.

At first, she used to write me frequently,
but then less and less.

This is her last letter.

She wrote it shortly before the day
they said she left.

I live in a world
I never imagined could exist.

I feel like I'm being driven
by another will inside me.

A superior will that attracts me
and repulses me at the same time.

It's an exciting experience,
a marvelous nightmare.

There are moments
when I'm disgusted by myself...

and by the state
of degradation I'm in.

Then I want to be
the one I was again...

to start from scratch,
to run far away...

but then I get overwhelmed again,
attracted and subjugated...

incapable of opposing myself.

And so I'm afraid of losing
this world of perverse pleasures...

which enwraps me
like a spider's web.

If only I could explain it to you.
I'm sure you'd understand me...

but I don't know
if we'll see each other again.

Write me.
Write me, I beg you.

But don't use my address.
Write in care of the post office.

This doesn't mean much.

It's just a bunch of, let's say,
irrational words.

Richard Stuart
is a very important man, right?

This letter can be interpreted
in many ways.

There's nothing concrete about it.
It doesn't accuse anyone.

What are you
going to do now, miss?

I'll stay in that house and will unravel
the mystery of Sally's disappearance.

How did you manage
to get hired?

Sally and I
worked for Stuart's publisher.

It was easy.

If your suspicions are right,
you're in great danger.

I'm aware of that.

Goodbye, commissioner,
I have to go now.

G reta!

G reta!

It's me! Open the door!

What's going on?

There... behind the window...

- There's a man!
- What did that man look like?

He was a huge man.
Huge!

- Terrible!
- I understand. Calm down, Greta.

It was only Rocco,
a fisherman who lives nearby.

He's perfectly harmless.

The brain of a child
in a giant's body.

Come on, clear,
go to bed now.

I'll stay with you
until you're asleep.

- Good idea.
- But I don't want to bother you.

- Thank you, it's not necessary.
- Don't be childish.

- How scared you must've been.
- Good night, and sweet dreams.

So?

Have a little more patience,
Richard.

You know
I always keep my promises.

Since you're not sleeping,
why don't you come upstairs with us?

Come on, please.
Richard is waiting for you.

Come on, put this on.

You don't feel embarrassed
because of me, do you?

This is Greta.

Hi!

Congratulations, Richard.

Do you pick your secretaries
at some beauty contest?

I'm glad you came.

Drink this.

Come on, take it.

Don't drink it
if you don't want to.

Attagirl.

You know exactly
what you want, right?

I want to introduce you
to EIeonora's friends.

- I'd like to get to know Eleonora first.
- Me too.

But Eleonora is an enigma.
And I don't want to solve it.

Tell me about yourself then.

I'm a little like them all.

Decadent, corrupted...

lost in the agony of a city
that plays with mirrors.

But I love them all.

Just as I love the reflection of Venice
painted on the water.

I'm sure
we'll become good friends.

What makes you think so?

I usually get lucky
with Richard's secretaries.

Did you know the one
who was here before me?

Sally? Of course.
We were inseparable.

Every time she was in Venice,
she immediately came to visit me...

at my place.

Greta, do you remember
the tale of "Little Red Riding Hood"?

Sandro, turn off the lights.

We're in the first row.

It's fun, you know?
I've already seen it at the cineclub.

It's "cinema d'essai".

Yes, last year it won an award
at the Biennale.

I think
he'll eat her little snack...

You are so silly, Guido.

Hey, a perfect tackle!

What a fuss
over a rag like that.

- Oh, poor little wolf...
- An inglorious loss of chastity.

Oh, no, it's over,
now that I was starting to like it.

Now I'd like to see
something spicy.

Who's this?
What's she doing in there?

Sally!

Suspend the job
you were doing, Greta.

I had a new idea.
Are you ready?

Let's start.

When she realized the danger,
it was already too late.

Death was already after her.

She began to discover the truth
about the disappearance of her friend.

That's the only reason
why she wanted that job.

It was a pretext
to enter that house.

It was there
where the girl's every trace was lost.

What do you think about my story?
Tell me.

I don't know...

Well, it's just a starting point for now.
But it could be developed, don't you think?

What are you talking about?

I've decided
to write a "gia||o" novel.

You are kidding, Richard.
A writer of your caliber...

But I have a stimulating idea.
It'll be fun.

The perfect crime is possible.

For a superior mind, of course.

I can already see the things
that will happen...

and they won't be pleasant
for our heroine.

You know, Greta,
for us, the authors...

every character
is like a beloved creation.

It's painful to see them suffer...

or maybe to let them die.

- You're from London, aren't you?
- Yes.

And when did you start working
for the publisher Stafford?

- Over four years ago.
- Oh, so you must have known Sally.

Sally Reece.

I don't think so.

There are more than
300 employees at Stafford's.

London... a fabulous city.

I lived there for years,
right after the war.

I have lovely memories.

Eleonora!

Eleonora!

Mr. Stuart always carries
the key with him.

Well, I had to run some errands
in town...

but nothing important.
I'll do it another time.

Good morning, Greta.

Today we'll talk about
the girl's disappearance.

Clouds obscured the moon
and the night remained dark.

The man was rowing standing up.

Dipping and lifting the oar
in an almost obsessive rhythm.

The shore receded more and more
into the distance.

The house was merely
a white stain in the dark.

The body of the girl
was lying at the bottom of the boat.

She looked like she was sleeping...

but her head was leaning backwards
in an unnatural position.

The bruises on her neck pierce through
the whiteness of her skin.

Her long legs swung along with the movement
of the boat as if they were alive.

The boat left the reeds...

and was now
out in the open.

The oarsman looked around.

An unnamable solitude.

When he arrived at a place where he knew
the waters were deep, the oarsman stopped.

He tied the girl's ankles
to a heavy anchor...

but when he heard a rhythmic throbbing,
he stopped in his act.

A motorboat was approaching.

He waited motionless
in the dark.

He didn't want to lose
his wager with murder.

The fishermen didn't notice him
and kept on going.

The man lifted the body.

He threw it into the water.

The anchor followed it
with a thud.

Then the water settled again.

That death is now erased forever.

No one would ever discover it.

No one would ever find that body.

The fishes
would slowly eat it for days.

- Yes?
- Giovanni?

- Yes.
- Give me Ms. Greta.

Okay.

It's Mr. Richard.
He wants to talk to you.

But the telephone
wasn't working a moment ago.

- Was it broken?
- No.

- Yes?
- Hello, Greta.

We're staying in Venice for lunch.
We won't be back before evening.

What is it?

- Are you feeling sick?
- No, no.

If you don't feel well,
you should get some rest, go to bed.

- Don't worry, I'm fine.
- Perfect.

We'll have a guest at the villa
this evening: Sandro.

- Ah, yes. Very good.
- So we're good. See you later.

- G/udecca Police Station. Who /3 it?
- Listen, I'm Greta Franklin...

- Greta who?
- Greta Franklin.

I'd like to speak
with Mr. Antonelli, please.

What is it about?
Can't you tell me?

No, I absolutely have to talk to him personally.
It's urgent!

That's not possible.
The commissioner's in Milan.

- And when will he be back?
- Tomorrow morning.

- But what's this about? Tell me.
- No, no, never mind.

Leave him a note.
Tell him Greta Franklin called.

He'll understand.
Thank you.

Forgive me for entering.

I've discovered the cabin by chance,
and so...

I live in the villa.
I'm Mr. Stuart's secretary.

Again, please forgive me.
I'll go now.

They are eels.

- Are you afraid?
- Oh, actually...

They're delicious.

Did you cut yourself?

Here you are.

I have to go now.

I took a look at the sky.
Tomorrow will be a beautiful day.

- This is for you, Greta.
- I don't even know how to use it.

- That doesn't matter at all.
- I don't even have a gun license.

You have to come with us. I insist.
You'll love it.

- I don't even know what to wear.
- Eleonora will lend you something.

How strange...

The fire gives off no heat.

Don't you feel...

a kind of ice—cold breeze?

Maybe there's an open window.

She fainted! Hurry!
Something strong to drink!

Eleonora! Eleonora!

Answer me!
It's me, Richard!

- Here you go.
- No, no, no, it's better not to.

I don't understand.
This hasn't happened for years.

What?

Eleonora has
extra-sensorial powers.

The rifle!

Let's try not to be ridiculous.
It's just a clock.

Yes, but it struck 3 a.m.,
and it's only 11 p.m.

She's trying to say something.

Greta?

- Yes.
- You want to talk to Greta?

What do you want to say?
What do you want to say?

- Sally?
' Sally...!

You are Sally
and you want to talk to Greta.

Go on, what do you want to say?
Talk!

- Dead...
- Dead?

You're dead?

You're dead...

- Greta.
- Greta?

- Greta will die.
- So what?

- Everyone dies.
- Especially the mediocre ones.

Soon”.

- Soon...
- Greta will die soon.

Sandro, come here.
Help me.

Let's take her to her room.

Are you upset?
This is just nonsense.

Don't be shocked.

This phenomenon
actually exists, however.

There's a specific science dedicated to it:
parapsychology.

But nobody can explain
what it's all about.

The spirits... the souls...
The dead aren't involved at all.

The best thing to do
is to leave them alone.

Why are you looking at me
like that?

You're a brave girl.

I could even fall in love with you.

Go get some rest now.

Stay down and don't move.

Come here.
There they are.

Be careful.
Shoot as soon as I tell you to.

Okay.

Now! Shoot!

Well, after all,
it's better if you stay on dry land.

You can get some nice shots
from there too.

I'll pick you up later.

Go hide in the reeds.

Help! Help! Help...

Help! Help!

Help!

Help!

Help! Help!

No! No!

- Help! Help!
- Take this!

I was informed
about your phone call.

The butler told me
you were hunting in San Zeno.

I thought
I could join you and...

They wanted to kill me.

- What happened, exactly?
- They wanted it to look like an accident.

They sabotaged my rifle
and shot at me.

- I ran away and...
- That's a very serious accusation.

Are you aware of that?

Of course.

Eleonora shot at me.
Several times!

- From what distance?
- I think 50 or 60 meters.

Maybe you're not aware
that Ms. Eleonora is a formidable shooter.

She'd never miss an essentially
immobile target from that distance.

Don't you think?

But why did you call me?
Do you know something about Sally Reece maybe?

- They buried her in the lagoon.
- "They"? Who's that?

Richard Stuart.

I think so, at least.
I don't know...

In the lagoon...

- And how do you know that?
- He told me.

- A confession?
- No, he wrote it in his book.

No, actually he recorded it.
He dictated it to the tape recorder.

It's too complicated to explain.

You're losing your nerves.

You better decide
to leave this house.

That's exactly what they want.

I brought you something hot.

- This is for you, commissioner.
- Thank you.

Here we are.

Take some drops of this.

It's a cardiotonic.

Drink.

It'll make you feel better.

Come on.

Go ahead.

I'll call tomorrow.

I'm the only one to blame.

I confess.

I should be punished for what I did,
commissioner.

Ms. Greta doesn't have
a gun license...

but I've insisted
for her to come with us...

Well, I hope
you'll ignore this episode.

On the other hand,
she didn't fire a single shot.

Yes, my rifle wouldn't shoot.

That's because
every time you open the barrel...

the safety lock
is automatically set...

and you have to remove it
in order to shoot.

- Didn't you know that?
- Well, I'll see you tomorrow.

A doctor will come.

Eleonora insisted on that.
She's very worried about you.

So you've definitely decided?
You're not coming?

Just imagine this:
Two weeks at the Red Sea...

Nobody can drag Richard
away from Venice and his job.

Too bad.

It'll be a fabulous
underwater fishing trip.

And there will be many people you know.
Old friends...

Well, I'd say you'll have fun
on our behalf.

And you'll tell us everything
as soon as you're back.

Isn't that true, Richard?

- Richard, I'm talking to you.
- What?

I was telling Sandro...

Well, never mind.

- Have a nice trip, huh?
- I'll bring you a present.

Thank you!

What was that cop doing
in our house?

It's perfectly logical, my dear.

The painters paint, the engineers construct
and the commissioners investigate.

Sally's disappearance?

You can't demand that nobody cares
when a young girl disappears, don't you think?

- Is he suspecting us?
- Probably.

It's an ordinary man,
a fool without imagination.

What about your new secretary?
Did you get that information from London?

- I preferred to forget about it.
- Why?

I thought about it and realized
it would be a bad move.

- What do you think is going to happen now?
- Nothing, clear.

What are you worried about?

Come here, commissioner.

Now you're going to hear from Richard Stuart's voice
how they made Sally's body disappear.

No name is mentioned, of course,
and the description of the locations is generic.

And why should he tell you this?

He understood
why I came to this house...

and he plays with me
like a cat plays with a mouse.

And then he could always say
that it's only a novel...

and every reference to living
or dead people is purely coincidental.

He erased everything!

I swear...

Wait a minute.
There's a typewritten copy.

Has it disappeared too?

Yes.

You don't believe me, right?
You think I'm delusional.

I need evidence.

Mr. Stuart is on the phone.

Did he call?

— Hello?
- Hi, Greta.

Listen, have you typed
the new chapter already?

- The new chapter?
- What's wrong?

Didn't you find it, maybe?

I've recorded it tonight
with the tape recorder.

I haven't found anything.

Now I understand.

I didn't put the tape
in the usual place.

Check the small glass showcase
in the library.

Come on, check it.

Yes, everything's there.

Yesterday evening I wanted to listen to it again
and then placed it in the library.

I forgot to tell you.

- Can you type everything by this evening?
- Yes certainly.

Okay, goodbye.

At first she ignored that
the solutions of an enigma could be many.

Now she knew the facts
but didn't understand the reasons.

In that house, her friend
sunk into the most subtle depravations.

No one forced her.
Of that she was sure.

How was this possible?

She was afraid
to answer her own question...

afraid of the actions
the other girl had already taken.

Just as if
she could be enticed as well...

by a fascination
that in her confusion she started to feel.

- Every day it becomes more likely.
- What?

That I will fall in love with you.

But what would Eleonora say?

Eleonora?
My interest in her is pure admiration.

I'm fascinated by her ability...

to split into two personalities
that are so different from each other.

I enjoy seeing her performance.

Lately she specialized in playing the role
of the vulnerable woman looking for protection.

No one would suspect her cynicism
and her cold-heartedness.

I admire her ability to play...

but I never loved her.

And why would you love me?

Because everything about you
is honest.

After all,
I appreciate the simplicity.

How did Sally die?

Who said she died?

I know it.
I've always known it.

I want to know the truth.

It was an accident.

Last winter.

I was in town, in Venice, with my publisher Stafford
who had come here from London.

Eleonora and Sally
were home alone.

I called them
to tell them I'd come back late.

Near the villa
lives that fisherman, Rocco.

Sometimes we'd give him jobs to do,
also for helping him to earn some money.

Eleonora is always looking
for new emotions.

She knows no limits
in her search for pleasure.

That evening she had the idea
of inviting Rocco.

Take this, drink.

- You don't like it?
- No, no, I like it.

You know, I was watching you
while you were chopping wood.

You must be
a very strong man, huh?

I've never met anyone as strong as you
in my whole life.

Maybe you'd prefer some vodka.

I don't want to!

Eleonora!

Stop it!

You're hurting me!

Eleonora!

No".No!No!

No!

Leave her alone! Let go of her!
I told you to leave her alone!

Let go of her!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No! No!

No!

No...!

No! No!

No! No!

Help me!

No!

No!

When I came home,
Rocco had run off.

Eleonora was still unconscious,
and Sally...

I've always had the feeling
that you weren't involved...

that you wanted
to protect someone.

No, I bear my share of guilt
as well...

but if I had reported the deed...

it would have created a huge scandal
which would have ruined me.

Sally's body had to disappear.

What's going on?

Greta, it's me, Richard.

Open the door, Greta.
I need you.

Greta, please.

Good morning, commissioner.
The fishermen found her.

They were casting their net
and noticed something was entangled in it.

Doctor, do you think
an identification is possible?

There's not much left.
It's a 20/25-year-old woman.

I can tell you more
after the autopsy.

But not much, I'm afraid.
What's left of her is so incomplete.

- When did the death occur?
- We'll verify that.

For now I can tell you that
it dates back to four or five months ago.

Signora...

Today's newspaper.

THE BODY OF A YOUNG WOMAN
FOUND IN THE LAGOON

The days will be long here
without you.

I won't spend more than
three days in London.

- I'd like to kiss you.
- That's not possible, Richard.

I know.
Our friend there is observing us.

What punctuality...

And how quickly he came
after your call.

I will convince him, you'll see.
I'm sure of it.

- I'll be thinking of you...
- All aboard now!

Every moment, clay and night.

All aboard!

- Good morning, miss.
- Good morning, commissioner.

Why did you call me?
Are there any news?

No, no, I wanted to tell you
that I realized I was wrong.

Everything I told you
was like a novel...

- my imagination, and nothing more.
- What made you change your mind?

Your words, commissioner.
As you said, I lost my nerves.

My suspicions and doubts
were ridiculous and absurd.

- I'm aware of that now.
- Be careful.

You're playing
a much too dangerous game.

We found the body of a woman
in the lagoon.

Sally...

The coroner's working
on the identification.

We'll know soon.

Miss, could you please tell me
when the 9:30 train will arrive in London?

Pardon?

Thank you.

Yes?

Greta, could you please come
into the sitting room for a moment?

— Yes. Why? What is it?
- Nothing. Just come, please.

Eleonora!

I thought you were with someone.

Of course there's someone here.

An old friend.

Come here.
I want to introduce him to you.

This is Rocco,
the strongest man in the world...

the most masculine man
I've ever met in my whole life.

And this Greta.

Let's play a record.

This house
has been too boring recently.

Come on.

Drink something.
Go ahead.

Rocco is the perfect mate.
He has no inhibitions or complexes.

He's an experience
you mustn't miss.

You like her?
She's a stunning girl.

Look at her skin,
soft as velvet.

Her hair's like silk.

You like her, don't you?

Look at her.

She's yours.

Take her, Rocco!

Take her!

Richard!

In my story about Sally's death
there was a small inaccuracy:

That day,
I was in this room too.

What does that mean?

They found a body in the lagoon.
It's in every newspaper.

If they identify Sally
you'd become a crucial witness.

You know too many things.

It was me who told you them,
that's true.

It was a dangerous game,
but it amused me.

Telling you the truth little by little
without giving you the evidence...

leaving you groping in the dark.

Of course I didn't think
they would find her.

Now everything has changed.

- What do you mean?
- That you're going to die.

Just like that stupid butler
who wanted to blackmail us.

You're crazy! All evidence incriminates you!
You'll get caught!

How so?

I constructed the perfect alibi!
I'm in London now.

Your commissioner friend saw me leave.
You called him at the police station!

Richard and I can't be held responsible
for the actions of a beast.

The police will come to
a very simple conclusion:

Rocco tried to rape you...

the butler
came to help you...

Rocco lost his head,
killed him with his knife...

- and then killed you too.
- No! No!

No! No!

No! No!

Go, Rocco, she's yours.
Take her! Take her!

Mach schon!

No! No!

No!

- They'll find the body in Rocco's cabin.
- No! No!

A psychiatric evaluation
and they will file everything...

including Sally Reece's case.

It's perfectly logical.

No! No!

No!

The perfect crime is possible
for a superior mind.

What's wrong with you?

Why did you stop?

Obey!

You just have to obey!
Kill her!

You damn idiot,
come on, kill her!

Kill her!

Why won't you obey?

Eleonora! Eleonora!

- Forget this terrible adventure.

- It won't be easy.
- I know.

I've visited
that fisherman, Rocco...

in the mental institution
he's locked in now.

- He even asked about you.
- Is there anything we can do for him?

Unfortunately not.

- Take it.
- Thanks.

I'll get something for you.

- A box of chocolates, please.
- Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Thank you.

The body we found in the lagoon
wasn't Sally Reece!

It was a Venetian girl.

She killed herself out of love!