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The impulse
had become irresistible.

There was only one answer
to the fury that tortured him.

And so he committed
his first act of murder.

He had broken
the most deep-rooted taboo

and found not guilt,
not anxiety or fear but freedom.

Every humiliation
which stood in his way

could be swept aside

by this simple act of annihilation:
murder.

Thanks, John. Take care
of everything while |'m gone.

- Thanks.
- Have a good trip, Mr. Neal.

Flight 401 to Rome.
See you inside at check-in.

Flight 401 passengers,
please proceed to Gate 7.

Mr. John Oakley, passenger
to Palm Springs, to information desk.

Mr. Peter Neal, passenger to Rome.
Mr. Peter Neal, to the information desk.

Uh, Miss, excuse me. Peter Neal.
Do you have a message for me?

Oh yes, there's a call for you, Mr. Neal.
You can take it over there.

Thank you.

Hello?

Yeah, yeah. Well, listen, Jane...

Listen... Yeah.

The reason why I haven't seen you
for six weeks is because I...

Yeah. Jane, take it easy, will you?
Just take it easy.

Look, I'm going to hang up on you.
My plane's been called.

Do you hear me?
I'm just going to hang up on you.

Tomorrow. Yeah, tomorrow.

I'll try and call tomorrow.
OK. Yeah. Bye.

Oh, excuse me.

ROME

THRILLER OF THE YEAR...
OR MAYBE THE DECADE

- Busy store this morning?
- Sure is.

All right. What have you got
in your bag? Open it! I said open it!

- Come with me. I said come with me.
— Leave me alone! Oh, Oh!

- Right! Where's the book? I want to look in your bag.
- What book?

- Do you have a receipt, Miss?
- I was going to the cashier to pay for it.

You told me you didn't have a book.

Hey, what is this?
Who the fuck are you?

- I was only going to pay for it.
- Please, come along with me to my office, will you?

- This way.
— All right, I'm coming, I'm Coming.

Elsa Manni,
Twelve convictions for shoplifting.

- You should have learned by now.
- OK, listen. We can make a deal.

It was just a paperback,
for Christ's sake.

I'll give you my address.
For later, I mean. Anytime.

Come on, give me a break.
You're not gay, are you?

- Where do you live?
- Here in Rome.

Number 14, Via delle Camene.

- Via delle Camene. OK.
- Thanks.

We are approaching
the coast of Greenland.

We expect to land in Rome
in approximately five hours.

Hey! Hey! Come here!

Come here!

You kicked me!

You bitch! I'LL kill you!

Come here! I'll kill you!

You bitch!

- Oh, hi, Carla!
- Hi!

The washing machine just broke.

- Are you OK?
- I am now.

Fine, thank you.

Did everybody get this release?

- Nice try anyway, Bullmer.
- Am I too late?

No, did you get the release?

Peter! Peter!

- Peter!
- Tilde! Hi!

Look at you! You're getting prettier
every time I see you.

Are you still writing
nice things about me, huh?

Getting my notes together
usually takes me, I would say, about a month,

then the actual writing
about three months.

- Hi!
- Hi, Tilde!

Yeah, two months
for revisions, rewrites, proofs.

So, with three books in a row,
it means I haven't stopped for almost two years now.

"Tenebrae" is a sexist novel.
Why do you despise women so much?

Sexist? No, I don't think it's sexist.

Women as victims, ciphers.

The male heroes
with their hairy macho bullshit.

- How can you say it isn't?
- Tilde, what's the matter with you?

You've known me for ten years,
ever since you studied in New York.

— You know very well that I...
- Look, I'm talking about your work.

Well, I don't know.

Would you like me to tell you that
| supported the equal rights amendment?

OK, so then explain the books.

Do you write to a fixed pattern,

or do your publishers tell you
this kind of sexism sells copies?

Miss, why don't we do this?

Set up a separate interview
with you and Mr. Neal,

and let him really come to grips
with your magazine's attitude, huh.

He just got off a plane, and...

- Well, how would that be?
- OK.

- I think it's time...
- Uh-huh.

- Arrivederci.
- We're just gonna slip out.

You're welcome to drink the bar dry.

Thank you very much
for your attention and your interest.

By the way, uh, call me tomorrow,
and we'll set up a meeting.

Arrivederci, arrivederci. Ciao!

Hey! My mother was hoping
you'd call.

Tell her I will. I'd love to see her.

- You know that you're getting very talented'?
— I'm learning.

Those dykes want your balls
because they haven't got their own.

- What is that?
- The hat you mean?

Bought it in a shop here in Rome.
Nice, eh? Suits me.

- Isn't it warm?
- Try it.

No, no.

- Doesn't it drop off?
- Drop off?

Yeah, if you make a quick movement,
won't it slip off?

Look!

- That's a miracle!
- Drop off?

You know your book has been number one here
on the bestseller list for 12 weeks.

- 12 weeks? Already?
- 12! Yes!

That's amazing. Amazing.

- Pleased with your agent?
- Terrific, great, incredible, fantastic...

Come on,
say something nice about me!

Tell me, where's Anne,
my secretary?

You know, she's quite a girl, that Anne.

Six days over here, and she's got the whole town
wired for you and a great place for you to stay.

- She promised she'd meet me here.
- She's downstairs.

| didn't want them to think
you had an entourage.

They love your books,
but they hate success.

That's interesting.
Very, very interesting.

Hey, Bullmer, there was a fellow
in the corner.

He was...
Well, actually he never said a word.

- Tall thin guy?
- Yeah, that's it.

Christiano Berti.
He's a book reviewer for Channel 1 TV.

He is a big fan of yours,
and we tape a show with him Thursday.

Gianni!

Ah, Anne!

- Peter!
- How are you?

- Fine. How are you?
— Oh, I'm great.

Peter, this is Gianni.
Gianni, this is Peter Neal.

- Hi, Mr. Neal.
- Nice to meet you, Gianni.

This talented young man will some day
be an agent with our Rome office.

In the meantime, he's gonna
look after you during your stay here.

And in the meantime, you pay him off
in promises, right?

See you tonight, all right?

So. Oh, I've brought you a present.

- It's in the case.
- Oh, Peter!

Just a little thing.

Oh, God!

Who could have done such a thing?

Here we go. I'll take that, Gianni.

- Are you Peter Neal?
- Yeah, that's me.

Good evening.

I'm Captain Germani
of the Rome Homicide Squad.

This is Inspector Altieri.

I'm sorry, we didn't want to disturb you,
but the door was open.

- Right, Inspector?
- It was open, that's correct.

| apologize, but a girl was killed
five hours ago.

A girl called Elsa Manni.
An inveterate shoplifter.

- We wanted to know if you knew her.
- This is the first time I've been to Rome.

She died from four deep wounds.

Throat, chest and Suffocation.

Her mouth was stuffed
with pages from a book, "Tenebrae".

"Tenebrae"?

We came to check if you knew
of any connection.

I'll get you a drink.

Just some water please, Anne.
Thank you.

- Is it all right if I, uh...?
- Sure, go ahead.

Sorry to bother you.

We were just about to leave
when we heard the elevator.

Well, I didn't know the girl,
I'm sorry.

Thank you.

I'd offer you something harder,
but you don't drink on duty, right?

I only drink on duty.

- Scotch, please. Straight up.
- OK.

- You just arrived, Mr. Neal?
- You mean do I have an alibi? Yes.

| landed from New York
about two hours ago.

Can I ask you something?

If someone is killed
with a Smith & Wesson revolver,

do you go and interview
the President of Smith & Wesson?

Thank you.

I've read all your books, Mr. Neal.
Except this one.

Just started on it last night.

The book deals with a murder committed
with an old-fashioned open razor, right?

Don't tell me who did it.
| haven't finished it yet.

This girl too was killed with a razor,

and your book's pages
stuffed into her mouth.

We found this on the floor
of your apartment here.

It's addressed to you.

"There was only one answer
to the fury that tortured him."

- Isn't that a passage from your book?
- Yes. Yes, it is.

| respect you, Mr. Neal. Believe me.

| don't want to make your stay
in Rome a nightmare,

but we are going to need your help.

— I'd like to keep the letter.
- Yes.

| think you'll get another one sometime.

And then another.

So, we'd be very grateful
if you keep us informed.

Beautiful Scotch.
But we won't keep you.

Inspector, please give them a card.

Mr. Neal, if you get anything,
anything at all,

you just call me on that number.
All right?

Wait a minute.

There is something else.
My travel bag in the bedroom. Gianni.

When I left home yesterday...
this morning, it was...

Well, of course it wasn't like that.

Hello? Hello?

Mr. Neal, would you like me to go out
and get you anything?

| don't know what's been destroyed.
Shaving kit...

I'll make you a list. Thanks, Gianni.

- Do you mind if I take this?
- No, please, go right ahead.

Hello? Peter Neal speaking.

"Not anxiety or fear but freedom."
You wrote those words. Page 46.

- "Freedom to strike again- "
- Listen, don't hang up.

- We have to talk.
- You told me how, Peter Neal.

You and me together.
We've just begun.

Who's that there with you?
I can see a woman.

Is that your girlfriend?
Maybe she'll be next.

But I've got other plans.
You'll like them. Just wait and see.

Listen, we should meet.
Maybe I could talk to you.

You know, explain about the books.

We'll meet soon, Neal,
you can count on it.

The girl you killed today. She was...

How do you know about her?
Who's with you?

- Got away, huh?
- I couldn't get him.

| should have a tough male assistant
who runs fast.

You'd hate it.
You'd have nothing to bitch about.

Oh Massimo, when are you
going to take my picture?

Never, sweetheart.

Hey, he's cute.

He's vulgar and cheap.

| love you, Tilde. But no jealous scenes.
You promised, OK?

Listen, he doesn't have a place.
So, I'm taking him back to ours.

- Oh, Christ!
- Hey, what's bugging you?

| thought we agreed.

OK, no ties, but you don't have
to rub my face in it.

Not your face, honey. Not tonight.

Listen, just give me an hour, OK?

I'll see you later.

- Hey there.
- Hi!

You look like a turkey
at Christmas time.

- How are things?
- I've got an hour, s0 I'll tell you.

OK.

Oh, God, what a drag
those friends of Bu||mer's are.

And that food! Yuck!

| swear, if there was
a World Cup for boredom,

those guys would win for Italy,
no contest.

OK, I'll let you go to bed.
I'll come back at ten tomorrow morning.

Anne, just have a nightcap, would you?
It's been one hell of a day.

One!

- Are you coming up?
- Get lost.

Come on.

You cheap little hooker!

| wouldn't come near you right now
if my life depended on it.

You make me sick.

I drank too much.

I'm going to throw up.

If you have to,
go some other place to do it.

- I feel sick.
- Go, call your pimp to look after you.

All right! You want to know
what happened?

He was terrific!

He made you look pathetic
when we made love.

For a start, he...

One day...

Turn it down!

Pervert! Filthy, slimy pervert!

Tilde?

Porter's office. Alboretto speaking.

Oh, hi there, Mr. Neal.
Everything OK?

- Daddy?
- Well, there is a switch.

- Daddy, 5,000?
- I'll come up and show you, OK?

- What?
- 5,000 lire?

Go to 22 and turn on his hot water.

The switch is either in the bathroom
closet or under the kitchen sideboard.

5,000?

Thank you.

— Hi! I'm Maria.
— Oh, hi!

- You had a deeper voice on the phone.
- That was my father.

Is it OK for me to go
into the bathroom?

- Sure.
- Thank you.

- Oh, I don't think it's over there.
- No, no, it's around there, that's right.

Ah, yes.

| guess the switch
must be in the kitchen.

- Oh, you wrote "Out of Dawn"?
- Yes.

It was terrific.

- You read it, huh?
- Oh, it was good.

Look, right here.

Oh yes, I see.

The book store on the corner
has a window.

Just your books are in it.

- Really?
- You should go in.

Carol, the assistant,
would love to say hello.

Well, that sounds very nice.
Maybe I will someday.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Bye!
- Bye.

You don't waste any time,
do you?

That's jailbait, my dear, jailbait.

- She was fixing the water heater.
- Your personal plumber.

| guess I now have to wait two hours
before the water is hot.

Do you know what time
| woke up this morning?

No, what time did you wake up?

5:00am?
Oh, you poor thing.

And your pillow's too hard?

I'll get you a feather pillow.

The pillows are too hard.

I'll get you a feather pillow.
I meant to and forgot. I'm sorry.

- It's near the elevator.
— OK, thanks.

Let's have a look.

These new relays
have been giving us a lot of trouble.

They're too sensitive, especially
when tension goes up or down.

Sometimes all it takes
is to loosen a screw...

Screwdriver!

I'm going to need a typewriter.

— It's ordered for today.
— Good.

- When did this come'?
- It wasn't here a minute ago.

- When?
- Just now. A few minutes ago.

"Sic transit gloria Lesbi."

"So passes the glory of Lesbos."

What does that mean?

It means our killer most likely had
a higher education and studied Latin.

| don't know,
maybe he's killed again.

Lateral incision, 14cm,

from the carotid diagonally
to the scapula.

Subclavian also.

Hi, doc. It's always nice to see you.

But I like this place less and less.
It's cold, too.

Warmer, and you'd complain
about the smell.

How far have you got?

It was the same razor

from the opening examination
of the girl killed six weeks ago.

The blade has three jagged nicks in it.
You want to see?

No, I believe you.

The other girl had intercourse less
than an hour before she was killed.

There was an A-negative secretion.

Well, it doesn't mean
the killer was the lover.

No, but they often are.

Golf ball correctable with Courier 72,
at your service.

Lovely.

- Where shall I put it?
- Over there. Hello?

Captain Germani.

Yes, Captain?

Who's been killed?

- Mr. Bullmer, would you like a drink?
- Thank you very much.

Look, you two go right ahead.
|'|| take care of myself.

- You, sir?
- Oh, no, thank you.

Thank you, Angelica.

- Shall we sit down?
- Oh, yes. Thanks.

I'd like to do about
half an hour with you.

- Now?
- Oh, no.

In the studio,
as part of the other transmission.

I'd like to do something in-depth.

They let me do it about twice a year.

OK, fine. Sure.

Now, "Tenebrae" is about human perversion
and its effects on society,

and I'd like to know

how you see the effects
of deviant behavior on our lives?

Well, first of all,
it isn't just about that.

- Two of the victims are deviants!
- Now, wait a minute...

Wait a minute!
Who says they're deviants?

One of them is gay, but so what?

| mean, he's portrayed as perfectly
happy. In fact, his relationship with...

The killer's motivation is to eliminate
what he calls corruption.

The killer is insane.

What I mean by that is...
that the only aberrant behavior...

Ah! What is aberrant behavior?

| was brought up
a very strict Catholic.

- Were you?
- Yeah, I guess so.

But I believe in abortion.
| believe in divorce.

That makes me aberrant
from a strictly Catholic standpoint.

| see.

| thought this was an afternoon show.

- You really want us to get this heavy?
- Well, I guess not.

It's just that I'm genuinely
interested myself.

Well, I really appreciate that.
That's a real compliment, thank you.

The studio's ready, Christiano.

OK. Shall we?

— It's down here.
- Right.

Hey! That's my hat!

They're just starting.

Now, look.
They'll be 20, 30 minutes.

Why don't we go outside?

You see, Peter is a very sensitive guy,
and an interview is a very delicate thing.

- I didn't want him to be disturbed.
- Isn't that Yves Montand?

- Yes, that's him.
- Oh, he looked smaller than...

Is there anything I can do for you?

Cause Peter's got
one hell of a schedule,

plus he's starting work
on his new book.

— Are you a relation?
- I'm his agent.

And you get ten percent
of his conversation with the police department?

Careful now, I have feelings
just like a real human being.

Somehow or other
your client holds the key.

Those killings are like
a tribute to Peter Neal.

What do you do with ten percent
of a tribute like that, Mr. Bullmer?

You know something?
| read all of those books.

Agatha Christie, Mickey Spillane,
Rex Stout, Ed McBain...

And I'm a detective, right?

- And you'd never guess who the murderer is?
- Right. Never.

You just remember, Mr. Neal.

Any bright ideas,
you let me know, OK?

You write about these things,
but I turn over real dead bodies.

Goodbye, Captain.

- Buongiorno.
- Buongiorno.

- Well, how did it go? OK?
- Yes, it was brilliant.

- I got his autograph.
- Whose?

- Yves Montand.
- So what?

Could it be somebody I know?

Damn! I wish
I'd never written that book.

You don't mean that.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Mr. Bullmer left this downstairs for you.
He hoped it would...

Oh...

— Wait! I'll go down with you.
- Is that a proposal?

If you like.

- OK! If you need me I'll be at home.
- Go ahead.

Jane?

Is that Jane?

- Jane McKerrow?
- I could have sworn it was.

What's the prefix to New York?

But it's impossible.
She's in New York.

She never strays ten miles
from that shrink she goes to.

Here.

This is Jane McKerrow.
I'm out for the moment.

Would you leave your name,
number and message after the tone...

It was Jane!

She'd call you, wouldn't she?
If only to scream at you.

She wouldn't even be here
if it wasn't to try to get you back

- or apologize or something.
- Apologize for what?

For what she did to your...
Oh, God. Forget it.

My travel bag?

You think it was Jane?
| never said it was.

- I'm going home. No more boozers.
- Anne!

Do you think
Jane could have done that?

— Bye!
“ Bye! See you later!

.

No. I told you I don't give a damn.

Do you understand?

Why don't you say something?

Go fuck yourself!

Bastard!

Help me!

Is anybody home?

Is anybody here?

Please! Help me!

Isn't anybody here?

Please!

RAZOR KILLER:
TWO MORE VICTIMS

Oh, God. Please help me.

The door was open.
| was attacked by a crea...

Spy!

Damn little spy!

No! Leave me alone!

What do you want from me?

"| grieve for this child.”

"Her death was the only way
| could be free to go on.”

"| will eliminate those who disgust me,
the human perverts,

soon now the corruptor himself."

Me.

Be careful, Mr. Neal.

This killer's also very well informed.

He knew you were due in Rome.

He knows you have an agent
where he can send a letter,

and he also knows it could have been
dangerous coming round to your place,

because the girl, I mean Maria,
was living in your building.

Do you need me any more today,
Captain?

No.

No, Mr. Neal, but...

...I'd like you to stay
in your apartment as much as possible,

because this last message
threatens you personally.

By the way, I finished your book.
You know what?

| guessed who the killer was
on page 30.

Page 30, never happened before!
I'll take you home.

Oh, I can't do this.

Going through your address book
trying to pick out crazy people...

- It's crazy!
- Why me'? Why? Because...

Because I have corrupted him,
he says.

- Or she says.
- Or she. Right.

Trying to eliminate the human...

...perverts.

Christiano Berti, the TV critic,
called "Tenebrae"

a novel about aberrant behavior,
human perversion.

He was very weird about it.

Gianni, hand me
that telephone book.

EUR.

Christiano Berti lives
only three blocks from here.

Now wait a minute. This is paranoia.

Maria's body was found in the EUR.

"Tenebrae" is a novel about...

...human perversion
and its effect on society.

Those were his exact words
before we did the interview.

"Trying to eliminate
the human perverts."

Two words.
That's hardly a case against him.

- You could mention it to the Captain.
- No way!

"Famous crime writer has dumb idea."
Wouldn't he just love that?

"Peter Neal plays the fool
to Razor Killer."

On the other hand...

...if Peter Neal...

...got it right,
wouldn't that be something?

The cops are all over the place.

10:15. They should be quitting soon.

The victim was
17 year old, Maria Alboretto.

What happened to her between
2:45 and 7:00 this morning, still remains a mystery.

Meanwhile, we understand the murderer
sent another letter to the police.

In his message he warns
he'll be striking again.

He says the next victim will be someone
he refers to as "the great corrupter".

Well, as a matter of fact
this message is expected to result

in several businessmen
and politicians leaving the city.

Jane?

Jane!

This is Jane McKerrow.
I'm out for the moment.

Would you leave your...

Come on.

| haven't hidden in someone's garden
since I was six.

Shh!

- This is boring.
- All detection's boring.

But if you cut out the boring bits
and keep the rest,

you've got a bestseller.

Jesus!

He must have been there
all the time.

He couldn't have seen us.

Listen, I'll go round the back.

Peter!

Who is it? Who's there?

Yes, it was me. I killed them all.

Peter! Peter?

Come on, hurry!

- Oh, my head!
- You'll be OK.

We've got to get out of here.

The guy has an axe.

He must still be... be in the house.

We've got to go. Come on!

- What happened to you?
- I don't know. I heard a noise...

Somebody must've hit me.

What did you see, the killer?

| couldn't see much.
| don't remember.

- Was he tall, short? What?
- I don't know.

| didn't see anything except the axe.

The killer...
Christiano knew the killer.

He said it was him.
He said he'd killed them all.

And then he murdered...

The blood!

You've got to go to the police.
What you saw could break the case.

| didn't see shit.

A dead man and his head
half split open, that's it.

You know what I saw?

My mother putting me
on a school bus in Rhode Island.

That's what I saw.

After that knock on the head.
Like in a movie.

- You should have a doctor look at this.
- I'm OK.

Just a little dizzy and very dumb.

Peter, maybe you should... Maybe we both
should go back to New York for a while.

Anne, would you sleep here tonight?

Just company!
| could make up the bed...

No, no, you take it easy. I'll do it.
Of course I'll stay.

Six years, and we've never
spent one night together.

For four of those six years we'd have
had Jane around to disapprove.

- Oh! How does your head feel?
- My head?

How does my head feel?

That is a very interesting question
to contemplate.

My head? My head?

What head, eh?

Peter, in the morning
we'll both forget about this, OK?

Nothing's happened. Nothing.

Nothing's happened.

Peter?

Peter!

- Thanks.
- Would you like some coffee, Mr. Neal?

Close the deal on that basis.
Come in!

No, thank you.

I'm just broken up over Christiano.

| mean it's unbelievable. Unbelievable.

Listen, I only came to say that...

Well, I'm thinking of leaving Rome
for a couple of weeks,

maybe going to Paris
or some other place.

Peter, you can't let me down now!

We're within two days
of making a deal.

- Please, stay just until Friday.
- My life is in danger.

There's no deal in the world
worth risking my life for.

You're right.

You're right.

You know what we'll do? I'll book a suite
for you at the Hotel Florio in the hills,

tell everybody
you've gone to New York.

Just lay low till the publishers
and the financers come back.

And it's a million-dollar deal,
you understand?

Just you and me will know
where you are. It's complete safety.

Do that for me, will you?

What is it?

Do you want Sir Donald Otley
on line one?

- Where is he?
- In London.

Put him on hold.

- What do you say?
— I'll call you this afternoon.

Atta boy!

Donald, how are ya?

Hello? Hello?

- Where is that damn drunk?
- He said he'd cal/ back.

No calls!

It's OK, darling.

It's OK.

| feel so. .. sleazy.

Hearing his voice, thinking
he's on the other side of the door,

wondering if he knows about us.

No, no.

It won't be long, I promise you.

Jane?

- Will I see you for lunch today?
- Yeah. Same place?

Piazza Arduini. One o'clock.

| can't go in that house.

No way!

You don't have to go in, Gianni.
Just stay in the car.

The lights went out.

Somebody switched them off.

Not Christiano.
| heard him screaming.

Stop right here.

I'll walk, you drive,
and I'll see you later.

OK.

I called you over here,
because I didn't want to come to you

until we finished doing
a complete check-up.

Was it the same killer?

I think so.

Only this time, like with Maria Alboretto,
it was done with an axe.

You didn't get
a yellow envelope yet?

- No.
- You will.

You said that you only met
with Christiano Berti twice.

Yes, at an airport press conference
and a TV interview.

Look here!

"Peter Neal, analysis of obsessions."

"Peter Neal,
aberrant behavior, the novels."

- "Peter Neal, personal."
- Personal?

"Born in Rhode Island.
Prep school in Yale.”

"Strict Catholic." Here, look.

"Taller than I expected
with hazel eyes.”

"He looked at me often,
but he never spoke to me."

Jesus!

Somebody was really into your life.

- Can we go outside?
- Sure.

- Bless you.
- Oh, thank you. I have an allergy to dust.

What happened to your head?

Oh, just beating my brains out
on the case.

I'm surprised you haven't got one, too.

One thing's for sure.

The killer and Christiano Berti
were both obsessed by your work.

The last time I asked you
| think I was just a little sarcastic,

but you know,
we need all the help we can get.

Well, I've made charts, I've tried building a plot
the same way you have,

trying to figure it out, but...

I just have this hunch
that something is missing.

A tiny piece of the jigsaw.

Somebody who should be dead
is alive,

or somebody who should be alive
is already dead.

Explain that!

You know, there's a sentence
in a Conan Doyle book.

"When you have eliminated
the impossible, whatever remains,

"however improbable,
must be the truth."

- "The Hound of the Baskervilles"?
- Yes.

The impossible in this case

is that the chain of killings
doesn't make sense.

In "The Hound of the Baskervilles"

the impossible was
a giant ghost mastiff.

The improbable in this case,
again, like the book,

is almost certainly weird,
unbelievable...

...but possible.

That's what we have to find.
Truth is always possible.

- Mr. Neal.
- I have to go.

I'm a very devoted reader,
Mr. Neal,

and I'd like to think there'll be
20 more books of yours

to enjoy in the future.

So, I guess what I'm asking is selfish.

- Tell me, would you leave town today?
- I was going to do just that.

OK, let me know where to find you.
Good luck.

FOR YOU, JANE

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Passport?
- Passport? Passport.

- Passport!
- OK.

The bank's wiring you money
at the Raphael in Paris.

- You're booked for a week.
- Good.

Hello?

- The Captain.
- No.

I'm afraid he's left for the airport already.
Yes?

Is there anything I can...?
All right.

Goodbye. He just wanted to make sure
you're going.

Something happened, he said he was
only checking to be sure you were safe.

- Oh, hi.

| asked Anne to run me to the airport.
You don't have to drive me.

OK.

| was on my way back to the house.

| know there's a piece
of the puzzle there

if I can remember it, see it.

- Did you decide where you're going?
- Classified.

- Silly, I know, but if no one knows...
- That's cool.

But I'd be glad to see you again.

I'm sorry, Gianni. I'm really sorry that you had
to get caught up in all of this.

I won't say it's worth it,
but I'm glad we've met.

| hope you'll call me when it's over,
when you're back in Rome.

— I'll go down with you.
— OK.

Yes, I killed them.
It was me.

| killed them.
| killed them all.

Christiano... But I don't...

| killed them a||!
| killed them a||!

He was the murderer.

So...

Who killed him?

Hello?

Oh, Anne.
I'm sorry, I wanted Peter.

He's gone. He's left Italy.

I did something, so...

|t's like there are two people in me,

and sometimes
the other one just takes over.

- Where are you, Jane? Are you in Rome?
- Yeah.

Help me, please.
Don't let me kill myself.

Tell me where you are, Jane.
I'll come round, all right?

An apartment on the Cassia.
Number 11.

I'll be right round.
Give me a few minutes.

| am so sorry. I didn't mean to...

| wanted to explain...

...about everything I've done.

OK. I'm coming.
God damn!

- Who's the lady?
- She's the housekeeper at the place Bullmer rented.

She's a Filipina, and she's got a lot
of interesting things to say about him.

Like, Bullmer had a girlfriend.
A regular girlfriend.

- What languages does she speak?
- Only Tagalog and Spanish.

You question her.

The murderer has killed again.

| have to go.

OK, I'll see you later.

- Have you got anything of Mr. Bu||mer's?
- Yes.

Thank you very much.

Good bye.

This way, madam.

Anne?

Is it you, Anne?

Anne?

| didn't know...
| didn't know that it was...

No, don't look.

When you have eliminated
the impossible,

whatever remains,
however improbable,

must be the truth.

And Bu||mer's maid told Inspector Altieri
he'd had an affair with your fiancée.

Altieri was too headstrong
and came over here alone to check.

She didn't know that you, Neal,
are mad. Completely mad.

And it cost her her life.

| don't know if I should hate you
or feel sorry for you.

No, I didn't kill the other women.
| didn't kill the other women.

| know.
That would have been impossible.

When I realized
Christiano Berti was the killer...

And it didn't take me long
to realize that.

The rest, Mr. Germani,
was like writing a book.

A book!

Perfect revenge.

The Razor Killer was dead,
but you wanted him to live on

long enough to be blamed for the
murder of your fiancée and her lover.

The two people you hated most.

— Come on, get up.
- No.

Turn around.
You know the routine.

Come on, get up! Get up!

Come on, move over there.

No! No!

Oh, Peter!

I'll call from the car radio.

— Come on, now, let's go.
- No, wait.

| don't...
| don't wanna leave him.

Let's go now.
Let's go.

OK. It's over.

Peter...

Peter... It's not possible.

| couldn't believe it either.

Not until I got a telex
from Interpol this evening.

When Peter Neal was a teenager
in Rhode Island,

a girl he knew was killed.
Brutally.

Someone accused him,
but there wasn't any real evidence,

and it was never brought to trial.

But if it was Peter Neal...

...then he committed an act

which haunted his life
and twisted his mind forever.

It was in his last book...

"Now he realized that
any obstacle or humiliation..

“Standing in his way...”

“Could be swept aside
by a simple act of annihilation.”

"Murder."

No!

Calm down, it's all over now.

You'd better stay here. Wait for me, huh?

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