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You're going up? Or do your legs hurt?

You're the young one here, go ahead.

Alex?

Alex?

Tony!

Tony!

Tony, you OK?

Tony...?

- You know what I'm gonna miss the most about Italy?

- The boys?

- The buildings.

- Oh come on.

- Well, each their own.

You're the andrology expert around here.

- What?

- I was just calling you a slut.

- Huh, so I guess you won't be coming

out with me tonight, huh?

- Wait, what's up tonight?

- The party at Chula's, the club.

Remember?

- Shit, I completely forgot about that.

- You pretty much forget about everything,

unless it's photos.

- Ciao, Tracy.

- Ciao, Vincenzo.

Petra, Vincenzo's here.

I'm not ready.

- You two girls care for a coffee?

- Yeah, one minute.

Un minuto, okay?

- Okay.

- Ciao.

Your boyfriend can't stay too long without you, huh?

- Hey, it's not my boyfriend.

I just like to hang around with him.

He's very romantic, you know.

- Yeah, sure.

Quickest way into a girl's pants.

- So what?

You only live once, right?

How about you, instead?

You have been here for four months,

and I have never seen you with a guy.

- I don't have time for that.

- Oh yeah, you only have time for your camera.

- What can I say?

Photos last forever.

- You have very sexy hands.

No really, don't you know?

In Italy we say that long fingers are a symbol of beauty.

Thank you.

- So, you already have a project

for the video production class?

- No, I don't like the idea of using my camera

to shoot video.

I'm here to perfect my photography, not learn film making.

- Right, right.

Well, I have a couple of good ideas.

- Not another zombie movie idea.

- Sort of.

I'm looking for some stage blood

that's doesn't look too fake, you know?

- I don't think Mr. Prono's gonna like that.

He doesn't go for the overly creative stuff.

- Fuck him.

Jesus, what this school costs,

the least I can do is having some fun.

So yeah, fuck Mr. Prono.

Fuck him in the asshole with a big rubber dick!

- You know, if I were you, I'd keep it quieter.

- Why?

Half of these dogs think I'm crazy, anyway.

Let them tell on me, I don't fucking care.

- Suit yourself.

- So, Tracy, what do you have there?

- My blog.

Your what?

- My photography blog.

See. - There she goes.

- Well that's a lot of old places.

- I'm doing a study on architectural archeology.

- You should go easy with post production,

and your framing could be improved.

- I hope I can get a few more pictures before I leave.

- Hey maybe you should check the hills around Taurino.

Like plenty of old houses up there.

- Really?

- Yes, like half an hour from here, even less by car.

If you want, I can take you girls there sometime, huh?

I mean, we can take you.

You know, show you around.

- How about now?

I can't think of a better assistant.

- Wait.

- I don't think I want to hang out with the girl anyway.

I mean, her pictures are pretty bad, aren't they?

- Just shut up, man.

What are you, queer?

- How about that one?

- No, it's not good.

- How can you be so sure?

You can barely see the tip of your shoes.

- I just know it's not.

I'll tell you when I see it.

- Come on, Petra.

We're supposed to be enjoying this.

In a couple of weeks, you'll go back to Kazan,

and I'll go back to Akron, Ohio.

- Do you really think you can become a photographer?

- Well, it's not like I have a plan B.

- So?

So I must make it.

- But what if you don't?

- Then I guess I'll live in my parents' basement forever.

I was waiting for you. I haven't seen you all week.

So... shall we get down to business... or what?

Show me the papers

All right, you know the way.

Want some coffee?

Oh yes, you never do. My bad.

Anyway, it's all in there. As always.

So what do you think?

Ok... Ok...

Ok, Stop it! I don't feel well today.

I said stop!

Where's my money?

So?

What's this story? You know the rules!

I want more. More! You hear me?

Give it to me or I'll call the police!

That's right!

Think about it!

I know who you are "Mister"

Now be a good boy and give me the money

- My God, is that amazing, or what?

- Well yes.

It sure is something.

Hey, wait.

- This is exactly what I was looking for.

- Is that how they do it in America?

You see a place you like and you just go for it.

- Oh come on.

This place is obviously abandoned.

And besides, we're just a couple of girls.

We're not criminals.

- Try saying that to a policeman.

- We just hit the fucking jackpot here.

- What, what are you talking about?

- Don't tell me you're not dying to see

what's inside there.

- Of all the things I'd die to see,

this is not on my list.

Not by a long shot.

- Oh come on.

We have to go in there.

This is the perfect location,

and I can try out a couple new filters.

- This is very stupid and you know it.

- Please, do it for me.

- Okay.

But this is the last time

you can use the do it for me line.

- I promise.

I'll be gone in a month anyway.

Don't worry, we'll do it quick and painless.

This is so cool, don't you think?

- Classy.

Be a darling and hand me the tripod, would you?

You see, I'm trying to get a Ouija look.

Kind of like a murder scene from the 1930s.

Black and white, harsh contrast, lots of depth.

It'd look great with some grain.

- Just call me when you're finished.

- Hey wait, where are you going?

To get some me time.

- This is so cool.

January the 7th, 1975

The newborn is affected by congenital erythropietic porphyria. Also known as Gunther Disease.

The chances of survival are...

- Hey Petra, I'm finished.

Petra?

Petra.

Petra.

Help!

Polizia.

- Pronto, you see, I need help.

I am trapped in a mansion, and my friends...

I don't understand you lady.

No English, speak Italian. - Listen to me please.

I'm inside a mansion, a villa, that.

Where are you?

- Yes, yes, a villa.

The address is Via Bava 15.

And your name is?

Pronto.

- Jesus.

Oh god.

They say someone's selling dope to kids around here

Do you know anything about that?

No, nothing.

And what was that stuff you dumped in the drain?

Just Trash, chief.

Don't fuck with me!

HQ to Patrol 19, Please answer Patrol 19

Patrol 19 here, over

We received an emergency call from Via Bava 15

Roger HQ, we are on our way, over.

Antonio, we have a call. Forget about them.

This is not over. No fucking way.

Quiet! Be fucking quiet!

- Stay away from me!

Stay still! STILL!

I'll let you go now, OK?

We are in deep shit, girl

- What?

I don't speak Italian.

- You're English?

- American. - American.

Fuck, why me?

- What was that thing?

- The fuck if I know.

It has been on my tail all night

after it killed my, how do you say?

Partner.

- It killed my friend, too.

Petra.

Oh my God, Petra, why?

- Oh come on.

Don't do that.

Stop with that shit or I'll fucking kill you.

Got it?

- How do we get out of here?

I don't know.

- Why are you here?

- Money.

We thought this place was perfect for making some.

Fast and easy.

I guess we were wrong.

- Are you a thief?

This just gets better by the minute.

- You can sit down if you want.

He won't be after us for a while.

- And how do you know?

- The clock, have you heard it?

Every time it rings, that thing,

he takes a break.

Don't ask me why.

What's your name?

- Tracy.

- Tracy, huh?

- And you are?

- My name is Alex.

Do you want one?

- What's that?

- They call them cigarettes.

- No, I don't smoke.

- Oh yeah, right.

None of you Americans smoke anymore.

You all think you're gonna live forever.

I'll be back in five

Sir, could you stop, please?

Yes? Sorry, I am a bit hard of hearing

May I see your ID? Sure

I don't have my wallet on me

But I live here, you can ask anyone!

Whatever... What's your name?

My name's Bruno Cramori, officer

Alright, Mr. Cramori, we received a call from that over there

Did you see or hear anything unusual?

No, nothing

Who lives in the mansion?

Nobody does, it's vacant

The owners died about 15 years ago. I don't know where their son is

Have you been here all day long?

You mean here in the street? Of course not!

I was on my home when I saw you and I got curios

Actually, forgive me if I bothered you.

Don't worry. Thank you, Mr. Cramori. Have a good day!

One more thing. Do you know those van is that?

Yes... It belongs to the Grotti's son, they live down the road.

He's a plumber, I believe

Does he always park it there?

Well, sometimes. Nobody complains

Right. Thank you for your time again.

My pleasure

A fucking waste of time

So?

Nothing. Just an old man with nothing to do

HQ this is Patrol 19. We are in Via Bava 15.

This place is vacant. Nobody has seen anything.

Any sign of a break-in?

Nope, it all seems fine

Roger Patrol 19. You can go. Over.

Care for a coffee?

Hello?

Vittorio? his is Bruno Cramori

There's a problem at your folk's place.

You'd better come quick

- What the fuck?

- That's my phone, it's ringing.

We must get it.

Don't you understand me?

That way we can call for help.

- Fuck you, I'm not going out.

- Listen to me, I can't see.

I go out there, I die, so it's up to you.

Or do you want to stay here forever with him?

- Shit.

Not my choice, huh?

- No, not really.

- Okay, let's do it.

Once I'm out, lock the door.

Shit!

Son of a bitch!

Antonio, what's wrong?

Something is not right

What?

The keys of that van were in the ignition.

Who leaves a car that way?

A moron, that's who

Yeah, maybe

HQ, this Patrol 19, I need you to check a license plate

- It's me.

Hurry.

Open the door.

I found these.

STOP!

- No wait, please, I...

Step back

- Please, senior.

I just want to go home.

Step back, I said!

- Please.

Plumber my ass! The van's stolen!

Maybe the old man got confused

We'll pay him a visit later. And I'll do the talking

That car...??

Pull over!

It's still warm

I'll get the flashlights

Damn, this place's huge!

Big enough for a condo and it's kept like this.

Rich assholes!

Stay in touch!

Christ!

Laura, do you copy?

Yes, tell me

We've got trouble

What's wrong?

Antonio?

Antonio, you there?

Antonio, answer me!

Antonio?

Antonio?!

Fuck!

We must be more careful

Especially you!

Don't give me that look

You're my brother

You know I only do it for you

Petra.

Petra.

Petra.

Kind of like a murder scene from the 1930s.

Hey maybe you should check

the hills around Taurino, it's like,

plenty of old houses up there.

You should go easy with post production,

and your framing could be improved.

Photos last forever.

Just call me when you're finished.

You all think you're gonna live forever.

Oh my God, Petra, why?

You only have time for a camera.

I'm sorry.

- Please sir.

I don't want that.

Just let me go, okay?

I won't tell anyone, I swear.

I'm just a girl.

- Sorry.

I can't do it.

- No, you don't understand.

I'm an American, I want a...

- I understand everything, now shut up.

Stay away from her!

- You'd better surrender while you can.

Their enforcements are on their way.

Yes.

They are coming.

Bullshit, "Officer"!

- I want my mom!

I want to go home to my family.

- Family.

Yes.

I have a family too, little girl.

He's my family.

- Oh God.

You take care of that one

You're crazy. Crazy!

We do what we must do

Blood's thicker than water

Take care of the girl!

- Let's go.

- Shit.

The keys.

- Holy lord.

- You kids go.

I'll take care of him.

- What?

No.

- Go.

Now.

Fuck!

- Come on.

- Wait, where are we going?

- Trust me.

- Alex?

Alex, where are you?

Don't leave me alone.

Alex, please come back.

Please!

Somebody help me, please!

Please!

Anyone!

Please help!

Please, somebody help me, please!

Help!

Someone help me, please!

Someone!

- Come on.

Let's go.

- Alex.

No!

Keep her still! Keep her fucking still!!

Come here, quick!

- No, no, no!

No!

No!