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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.