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- Good evening, Miss.
- Good evening.

You're in press photography.
Is the stocks story true?

- Is that what the paper says?
- Yes.

It's not true, then!

DEATH WALKS AT MIDNIGHT

- She probably hasn't got home yet.
- She's in.

- Hi, Valentina, how are you?
- Fine, and you?

- Doctor Donati and his assistant.
- Nice to meet you.

- Make yourselves at home.
- Thank you.

Thanks.

- What?
- First...

- It's 300 grand.
— Fine.

Isn't that too much?
Won't that be dangerous?

Don't worry, Miss.
My future depends on that.

- Gio, no photos of my face.
- Relax.

No one'|| recognise you with this on.
Come on, lay down.

- Is it right?
- Yes.

Come on.
Not the right arm, the left's better.

- Is it an intravenous?
- No, it's an intramuscular.

- You don't have to watch.
- I won't.

- Put the mask on.
- Yes.

Let's hope for the best.

- Please, Gio, no names.
- Don't worry.

She doesn't want to tell us her name,
it doesn't matter.

Profession: occasional fashion,
comic, top model...

Voluntarily under the medical
supervision of Professor...

- Your name?
- Donati.

Donati, of the University of Milan,
Faculty of Toxicology.

For an experiment
on a new hallucinogen, HDS.

The liquid's just been injected.
Let's see the effects.

- Let's start. How do you feel?
- I just feel hot so far.

Fine. She says
that she just feels hot.

- How old are you?
- Twenty-two.

The truth, please.

- Twenty-eight.
- Right.

Listen, my dear,
what are you looking for?

- Where?
- What do you want from life?

Oh, from life...from life...

...a purple ice-cream, just for me.

Valentina's started her trip.

- Gio, no names.
- Of course, no names.

- Valentina, are you okay with life?
- Of course I am.

- What do you like most?
- Music, church organs...

- ...and red priests.
- Red priests?

Yes, red priests!

Colours, colours...

And you... I don't like you.
You've got a monkey-face!

- A monkey-face?
- Colours, how lovely...

Come on, let's dance!
Dance with me, let's dance!

Colours, colours...

Oh, my God! Not the face!

- What?
- Not the face!

What's happening?

She... She...

He smashed her face in.

Go on, what do you see?

He killed her. He killed her!

Who? Who are you talking about?
What do you see now?

Stop him!

- Who? What are they doing?
- He smashed her face in!

What did you see?
How did he smash her face in?

A man...

- With an iron glove.
- With what?

With an iron glove!

Stop! Stop!

It's horrible, Gio, it's horrible!

What did you give me?
My father mustn't find out!

- What else can you see? Tell me.
- Murderer! Murderer!

- Don't stop... Who's the murderer?
- Murderer! Murderer!

He killed her!

- Good morning, Miss.
- Good morning.

- The Director was looking for you.
- I'm on the way to see him.

- Miss, the Director's asking for you.
- I know.

- Oh, Miss, you're wanted by...
- The Director, I know.

- Director, you wanted me?
- Yes. You can go back home!

Damn! Bloody bastard!

Damn him, and the magazine!

"The girl who tried
the new hallucinogen speaks.

"Valentina on HDS:
'| saw a woman being murdered."'

Son of a bitch!

- You mean me?
- Of course! What happened to the mask?

Be happy, it's all publicity.
| had to justify the 300 grand.

Why did I trust a blockhead like you?

Because you love me, poor thing.

| had to do a shoot for a magazine
and they threw me out!

All right, all right. Listen...

I'll take you out to dinner,
and then the night's ours.

- Come on, give me a kiss...
- Keep away!

I'd rather be a nun
than go to bed with you.

Interesting experience!

I'll meet you in the convent, then!

- Are you crazy?
- What's going on?

And this would be the "doctor"?

- You bloody...
- In Italy, everybody's called "Doctor".

Accompany her out.

- You'll pay for this!
- Calm down.

Go back to your work.
What a mess...

- Come on!
- Let me go, leave me alone, you quack!

- I must talk to you, it's important.
- Don't bother me!

Here!

What's she doing?

Eat that!

- Hey girl, is that any way to behave?
- Wretch!

- Go get a job!
- Mind your own business! Bugger off!

"Breakage of a window
by the throwing of a stone.

"The act can be seen
as intimidatory to Novella 2000..."

- Are you a fascist?
- Me?

- Communist?
- No.

So do you smash windows
for The Glaziers' Association?

If Novella 2000 brings charges,
you'll be in bother!

Sir, there's a gentleman
who wants to talk with you.

It's Gio Baldi,
a Novella 2000 journalist. Here.

See? Here cornes trouble...

- Listen, Lieutenant. Get me a copy.
- Right away, sir.

Come in, make yourself comfortable.

Valentina, do you know
it was double-glazed?

- You know each other?
- We're a couple. She's jealous...

That stone was meant for me.

Luckily, it hit the window.

Anyway, I'll pay.
And no legal action by the magazine.

- May we go?
- Is that true, Miss?

If he says so...

| believe you this time, but...

- Leave windows alone.
- Here it is, sir.

Just a minute. What's this?

Oh, nothing.
It's a piece I wrote about HDS.

Drugs... And this is your girlfriend?

Do you believe that stuff, inspector?
It's for the masses.

If it were true,
| wouldn't have used her.

- Is it really true?
- Yes... No... It's like he said.

| hope so. Drugs are worse
than broken windows.

That goes for you too, journalist or not.
You can both go.

- Thank you, Inspector. If you need me...
- You?

Come on, love.

Good bye, Inspector.

Giovanni Baldi.
Journalist. 32. Born in Seregno.

- See if there's anything in the archives.
- Right away, sir.

- Note that he graduated in Chemistry.
- How do you know?

It was on his ID card.

Hi. Welcome home.

Oh, it's you. Hi.

What enthusiasm!
I'll leave you if you prefer.

If you want.
Go, stay, do what you want.

That's what you call a warm welcome.

It's not a good day. I'm going.

I'll even leave you the keys
s0 I won't bother you anymore.

Oh, stop it.

|'d a bad time. Keep the keys
and come whenever you want.

You know, Stefano,
| should have married you.

Of course!

But we'd be having a terrible argument
about that article.

How often would you have said,
"| shouldn't have married you"?

| should have been wearing a mask
during the experiment!

But isn't it the same thing,
with or without a mask?

- What a bore.
- It's still you!

Sometimes you amaze me.
How can you still be so middle-class?

- What?
- I said you're still middle-class.

Why?

"The revelations of the woman
who tried HDS."

Listen to this...
"| saw an iron fist beating up a woman.

"Sensational! Here are the pictures
of the experiment."

What is this stuff?
Your journalist friend's bullshit?

No, it's all true.
You've no idea what it was like.

- No...
- It was my first time.

But there are people
who take it for fun.

Someone's brought
an urgent note for you.

Leave it there,
| can't come right now.

All right.

- Miss, I forgot the milk.
- What a surprise...

- I'll go and get it now.
— Fine.

"| saw the article in Novella 2000".

Another one...
"| need you for a new product ad.

"Would you come to flat 21
at 10, Via Lanciani at noon?"

— Who's it from'?
- It's not signed.

It'll be another rip-off.

Via Lanciani is just here.
Do you want me to go?

- I'll find out what they want.
- No, I'll get ripped-off.

- What time is it?
- 11 :20.

- I've got to get moving!
- Listen... I've got an idea.

- I'll take you out for lunch.
- Aren't you working today?

— I'm not inspired.
- And what will you do if you are inspired?

I'll think a while
and hope it'll go away!

— You joker! I'll be right back.
- I'll wait for you.

Concierge? Concierge?
Not here, as usual...

Can I come in?

Can I come in?

Is anyone here?

Stefano!

I'm over here!

Look over here... Please!

Come to Via Lanciani!

Quickly, I'm in danger!
I'm scared! Stefano!

Come quickly! Quickly!

What are you doing up there?
What's wrong?

What do you mean?
Didn't you see him? He wanted to kill me!

Come down now.

- Who wanted to kill you?
- The man with the iron glove.

- An iron glove?
- You must have seen him.

- There was no one there.
- What? Let's take a look...

- Are you serious?
- Look what he did with his iron glove.

It was a lovely door...
But, as I told you, I saw no one.

- How did you get in here?
— I'll explain.

- The door was open.
- And you didn't see him?

He had black shades.

It's the effect of the shit you took...

Just for some cash.

What were you thinking of?

- It's not for you.
- Why don't you believe me?

When I arrived,
the concierge didn't want to let me in.

He said there was no one here,
they'd moved out.

There was no one here?
And where was I?

And who sent me this note?

Maybe it was a practical joke
by your friends,

one of those lovely people
you know.

Come on, let's go.

Include my name, Andrea Zamuto.
Never been in the papers.

Well, well. Look who's here...

- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.

- I was looking for you.
- And why here, exactly?

It's the so-called
'scene of the crime'.

- One more word and he'll hit you!
- No... Calm down.

We're partners, aren't we?
There's more money to be made.

- Do you want an argument now?
- I don't understand you.

Next time they try to kill you,
give me a call, right? Bye.

- Wait, Stefano. Where are you going?
— What'? I'm going.

Come on, dear, don't cry,
you'll see him again.

- Were you trying to be smart? You knew.
- What?

That a woman was murdered here
with an iron glove.

What the hell...?

A woman was murdered here
six months ago.

Six months ago?

Actually murdered?

Yes, and you must explain to me
how you saw it the other day.

So that man up there
was the real murderer?

I'm scared, Gio.

Me too. I'm scared you're making
a fool of me. You knew...

No! Do you think |'d have
come here if I had known?

- Let's have a drink, tell me everything.
- Leave me alone.

You saw the murderer kill
that woman six months ago,

but your subconscious
rejected the reality.

- Self-censorship.
- What?

|t's my director's opinion.

On HDS, your subconscious
relaxed and freed those images.

And he tried to kill me.

He read our magazine
and is afraid you'd recognise him.

- So he had to kill you.
- It doesn't seem important to you.

No, it's not that. I don't believe you.
You made it all up.

Both the murderer description
and the empty apartment.

Do you want to pay me back
for my HDS trick?

Me?

But my director believes you.
Come to the office for an exclusive.

What does 'exclusive' mean?

That you won't mention it
to the rest of the press.

- And if he really kills me?
- What a scoop for my magazine!

How lovely...

- What'd you like?
- A Fernet for me, please.

And for you, Valentina?

- He's leaving, Gio!
- Who?

- The murderer. We can't let him get away.
- He's leaving...

You mustn't! You're in danger!
That drug...

What do you want? Leave her alone.

There he is!

Over there! Let's go!

Excuse me. Did you see a man
with sunglasses?

- I saw nothing.
- What do you mean, nothing?

- Nothing, nothing.
- The murderer's in prison, don't worry.

In prison?

Just take the money
and don't think about it anymore.

- Good evening, Inspector.
- Good evening, Miss. Take a seat.

|didn't think you'd come.

You told me someone wanted
to kill you. Just in case...

- Your words are discouraging.
- Nobody can discourage you.

You and your journalist friend
concocted a story I don't like.

Meaning?

You take drugs and
see a woman being murdered.

Coincidentally,
that woman was a drug dealer.

- Really?
- The murderer had also taken drugs.

Just a second!
| don't know anything about all that.

You saw it the other day,
but it happened six months ago.

- You don't believe me?
- What you say can be true or false.

|'m curious.
Come on, what else has happened?

This morning I got a note...

Oh, handsome journalist!

- Have you seen Valentina?
- Over there.

Bye...

- Anyone important tonight?
- No one goes out these days!

That's everything, and I'm scared.
inspector, your cigar...

But unfortunately, Miss,
the police only believe in facts.

Meaning?

You told me a lot of facts,
too many facts.

Maybe you really took the drug
and it confused you.

- Someone tried to kill me!
- But where are the facts?

An empty apartment, an appointment,
a door and a murderer

who's been in prison for months
trying to break through it.

I'm sorry, but it's all too absurd.

- Anything else you didn't tell me?
- What I think of you.

But if tell you, you'd arrest me.
Goodbye, Inspector.

- Hi, Valentina.
- Hi.

The director loves your story.

Did you know the victim was
in the drugs business?

- And?
- She did 4 years in prison in Hamburg.

The murderer uses drugs
and has been in prison for 6 months.

No, not in prison.
He's in an asylum.

Anyway, the director's ready
to pay to have the exclusive.

- At least someone believes me!
- No, he's just a journalist.

- And how much would he pay?
- At least 400 grand.

I'm in!

- Hi.
- Give them to me. They're quite heavy.

- Consumerism! Now they're using...
- Valentina?

You're the photographie model,
aren't you?

Yes, why?

I'm sorry, but I read your article
and I must talk to you.

- OK, let's go up.
- No. We won't be overheard in the car.

- Overheard by who?
- It's really important. Please...

All right.

Miss! She must be mad.

Look at these photos.

Well?

- Don't you recognise her?
- No. Who is she?

Hélène, my sister.
The woman you saw being murdered.

- No, this isn't her.
- What do you mean?

- She was different, a brunette.
- It can't be, you're wrong.

I'm not! This isn't the woman
I saw being killed.

You could be mistaken,
it happened 6 months ago.

- I'll never forget that poor girl's face.
- And the murderer?

Listen, I took a drug
and I saw what I saw.

But I saw the murderer in person
afterwards.

| won't forget his face,
not in a thousand years.

- In ten minutes.
- What?

- You'll see him in 10 minutes.
- Where are you taking me?

- To the asylum.
- Where?

It's easy to pass people off as mad.

He was still there, close to Hélène,
when they arrested him.

He was drugged up to the eyeballs.

Why did he kill a girl he didn't know?
And in that manner?

- How would I know?
- She was beautiful, full of life...

- I don't feel like going there.
- Beautiful, but unlucky.

- I want to go back.
- Why?

Just confirm that
he's the real murderer.

You're crazy.

- A word of advice: don't say that again.
- Okay, okay.

Here we are.

Is this really necessary?

- Anyway, I'm Verushka Wuttenberg.
- Nice to meet you.

This way.

- Excuse me, we're in a hurry.
- This way, please.

Giacomino, if you tire yourself out,
no syrup tonight.

They're like children, very calm.
Be quiet, Giacomino.

Sometimes they get a bit nervous,
they sense the weather!

There, that's Nicola Ravelli.
He's always alone.

Valentina, go and see if it's him.
I'll wait here.

Please.

Poor thing, he's like a child.
Drugs have dulled him.

He killed a woman.
She must have been bad, he's so good.

He's always in front of the TV.
Were you looking for him?

- Where is the other lady?
- I don't know. Excuse me.

All right, Nicola, it's all right.
People are crazy, you know.

- Gorgeous lady.
- Leave me alone!

Let me go!

Stop it, you fool!

Take him away.

- Stop it!
- Yes, sir.

Forgive them,
they're just unfortunates.

May I help you?

- I just want to get out of here.
- That way.

After you.

It's quicker that way.

- All right, thank you. Good afternoon.
- Goodbye, madam.

Watch out!

- Sorry. May I make it up to you?
- You almost ran me over.

- Anyway, where are you going?
- Me? Milan.

- Will you give me a lift?
- Sure. Climb in, come on.

- Where in Milan?
- You can leave me at a taxi rank.

You look like an actress, lovely.

Something in you moves me.

- A drink?
- No, thanks.

See how organised I am, Miss?
Everything I need is here!

Look at that, a hearse.
Seems they bring good luck.

"For you, Dolores."

- Speed up!
- At your command, my lovely.

- Faster!
- Relax, they call me Jackie Stewart.

- What's that?
- Let me have some, or you get out.

- What?
- Let me have it, or you get out.

- I'll get out, then!
- You want to get out! Get out, then.

Then get out.
This way, Miss, in here.

Idiot!

- In there.
- Leave me alone!

- See how organised I am?
- Ignorant! You rogue!

- My balls! Where are you going?
- I told you to leave me alone!

Wow! Fucking hell!

Stop, stop!

- Good afternoon. Something wrong?
- I was in that van...

We overtook a hearse

and in the car behind was a man
who wants to kill me.

He's following me!
He's already tried to kill me once!

- With the car?
- Did he try to run you over?

- No, with an iron glove.
- I see...

I'm not crazy.
Do you know inspector Seripa?

- Why?
- Call him, he knows all about it.

There's the hearse.

Well, well, it's the Gestapo.
All right, all right...

They even break the balls
of the dead!

Documents, please.

Here's everything,
death certificate too.

- What's up? Was I speeding?
- Don't be cheeky.

- Dolores Jachia.
- The one who jumped under a train.

Was there a man behind you in a car?

- I can't see with the flowers.
- He had big sunglasses.

- All right, you can go.
- You should come with us.

- Where are you taking me?
- To your inspector friend.

Why do you listen
to that grave-digger and not to me?

Really? The same man
with the same face? Are you sure?

- Yes, yes.
- All right. Look.

Here's the victim,
Hélène Grugel, German.

Dancer, singer, stripper,
and more besides.

Is this the woman you saw
being killed?

- No.
- What a pity.

She'd been arrested for drug-dealing.

Well, then... Nicola Radelli,
ex-jazz saxophonist, drug-addict,

found in a state of shock
next to the victim.

- Is he the murderer?
- No, he's not the one I saw.

You're not even warm
on either the victim or the murderer.

That's her! That's her!
The woman I saw murdered!

You sure? This woman here?

She threw herself under a train.
Dolores Jachia.

The one in the hearse.
The man who killed her was behind it!

Transport police confirmed
she put her head on the rails.

If your boyfriend makes you lie
just to sell copies,

I'll arrest both of you
for inventing a Crime.

If you want to arrest me,
then arrest me,

but this woman was murdered
and I saw the murderer!

He wants to kill me! Not interested?
Then sorry, Inspector!

You tell me you saw a murder
committed 6 months earlier.

You don't recognise the victim
or the murder. It's not enough.

Fine! We'll just wait for him
to kill me, then!

Order me another whisk y.

- Why not?
- You've already sunk seven. Enough.

Let's dance
wickedly close to each other!

— I'm thirsty...
- What do you want?

- Yes, Miss?
- Don't listen to him. A J&B, please.

- With lots of ice. She's really gone.
- I'll take Care of it.

- Thanks, Sergio.
- Don't mention it, Miss.

- Why do you keep following me?
- Look...

Look at this. The man in the asylum.
He didn't kill Hélène.

| know because we're friends.
We played in the same band.

- Why don't you go to the police, then?
- You're in danger.

- Me?
- Yes, you. We're all in danger.

No one knows, no one realises.
Be careful!

Everyone to my place!
Come on, you naughty kids, let's go.

- Miss, come on, let's go.
- We're all in danger.

Yes, we're all survivors.
You too, blondie, let's go.

| feel a bit strange tonight.
| feel something inside me.

I fancy women tonight.
I'll go to the doctor tomorrow.

- Have this, dear, you'll get over it.
— I'm better already.

Take this, my love.

- Want a toke?
- No thanks. I don't smoke that stuff.

Why not? You're the most
famous drug-user in Italy!

- Who is this shit-head?
- Shut up! She's my favourite model!

Who's that touching me?
You never leave me in peace!

- It wasn't me.
- You bore. Say you like me.

- What are you doing?
- If they catch me here, I'll go to jail.

- Oh, no, treasure, stay.
- Let her go. One tart less...

You're vulgar.
Oh, the wig. Valentina, your hair!

- Who is it?
- Valentina.

- Hi, Stefano.
- Come in.

If you come here, it means
that something happened.

- I saw him again.
- Who?

The murderer was waiting for me
in the dark.

- Oh, of course...
- Why don't you ever believe me?

- What's up?
- Come with me, |'|| show you something.

Who are they?

The children of Toshiro,
a Japanese friend.

He had to go to Geneva
for an exhibition.

- And you, when will you have a kid?
- Me? With all my problems?

Maybe in ten years
I'll have some Company.

Did you hear what I said?
The murderer's on my back again.

Tomorrow... You're here because
you can't do without me.

Come on, little girl, let's go to bed.

Who said you've got to wait
ten years?

You'd be safe with me.
I like kids and I'd look after them.

If you had a kid,
you'd not waste your life like this.

You wouldn't do
so many stupid, useless things.

What are you doing? Crying?

Stefano... What should I do?

Nothing. Let's just make love.

You'll forget all about it.

There, it's ready.

Come on, kids, come to breakfast.

- Here, take the apple.
- Sit down.

Good work, little housewife.

Don't you eat? Your egg...

- What's your name?
- Valentina, and yours?

Did you sleep with Uncle Stefano
last night?

She did. I saw them.
They were in bed together.

It's late! I've got the exhibition
opening today.

I'd better not go.

In Italy I feel...
|'m in my underwear.

No, let's go.
| feel today you'll sell everything.

- All right.
- I must change though.

Let's hope for the best.

Look at this. What's his name?

- It looks like a slice of gruyere.
- You're so old-fashioned!

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Don't tell me you've sold everything?
- Those two.

- Really? Who to?
- Two Swiss people.

- Incredible! Oh, this is Valentina.
- Nice to meet you.

- You too.
- Another surprise: A commission.

- A funerary monument?
- What's wrong?

It's strange they chose me.
I've never done one.

Anyway, they left a nice advance, look.

The survey's for today
and an estimate for tomorrow.

- What survey?
- At least take a look at the other graves.

- I'm too busy to go to a cemetery...
- I'll go.

Great. Take some photos
of the graves nearby.

- You'll take measurements too?
- Right, but I want a fee.

— Always hunting for money?
— For you, I'll do it for free.

Let's get a move on,
| don't like this place.

- 1.5 by 2.4. Write it down, Pino.
-1.5 by 2.4.

Now put the notebook away
and take the photos.

So, photograph that one,
those two there, and this one.

- Okay.
- Come on. Make them focussed.

Have you got enough film?

- You're such an idiot!
- How sensitive you are!

You get everything wrong.

- What are you doing here?
- I'm here for my poor sister.

You! If it were up to you,
I'd still be in that asylum!

I'm sorry.
I Couldn't let him find me in there.

He doesn't want me to do that.
He hated Hélène.

He, who?

Otto, my husband.
Professor Wuttenberg.

I'm finished. I'll be outside.
Your bag's near the grave.

All right.

What has your husband got to do
with your sister?

If he knew I'd come here...

He's a very influential man,
he'd soon lock me away.

He's warned me...
He doesn't want me to think about her.

But I know the man we saw
in the asylum didn't kill her.

Drugs make you unhappy,
but don't make you do this stuff.

At most,
they make you empty, harmless.

Whoever killed her and is in hiding
knows about me and you,

he's afraid, he's scared.

- He's capable of anything.
- Who are you talking about?

About the man who killed Hélène.

Valentina, come over here.

He's here! Did you see?
He's here! He wants to kill us!

Calm down.
Maybe it was an accident.

Get out of here. Come on, let's go.
Oh, I forgot my bag.

- I'll go and wait for you outside.
— All right.

- Where is she?
- Who?

Verushka. She was with you just now.
She's very I||.

- Why are you telling me?
- Because you mustn't believe her.

| know nothing.

- Let me go!
- Didn't she tell you about Hamburg?

Last time, too, you got in trouble
and couldn't get out.

So, once again,
the exit's that way.

— Your man left. I'll give you a lift.
— No, I'll walk.

Don't you want to know the truth?
Only I can help you.

- Come on, get in.
- Oh, all right.

- What did he ask you?
- If you'd talked about Hamburg.

- Me? Why?
- I don't know.

He also said you were very I||.

Perhaps...
Since they killed my sister.

You didn't know her,
but what they wrote isn't true.

I'm sorry. Anyway, I know the identity
of the woman I saw being killed.

Or I think saw,
because it seems she committed suicide.

- Her name was Dolores...
- Jachia?

Yes, do you know her?

- Someone's following us.
- Are you sure?

- Yes.
- Slow down a bit.

My nerves are shot,
| see danger everywhere.

- Where are we going?
- To the villa of Dolores Jachia.

| knew her,
she was a friend of Hélène's.

Something must have happened,
but I'd left Hamburg by then.

- You understand?
- Not really...

Why not? You saw who killed Dolores,
the man who killed Hélène too.

What have I got to do with it?

- Only you saw the murderer.
- So?

I've got to use you
to get to the murderer.

Use me? How?

Just trust me.

Trust you?
After the cemetery, the asylum...

| should trust you now?

It'll only take a few minutes.
Please!

Just a bit longer,
then I won't bother you anymore.

- It's important for both of us.
- Let's hope s0.

But...

You again. What are you doing here?
What do you want?

What did you do to that cat?
Poor animal...

No, it wasn't me.

It was him, the other man...

- The cat scratched him.
- Slitting its throat like that...

Verushka, come here!

- What happened?
- I knew you'd get me in trouble again!

What is it?

There was a man.
| bump into him everywhere.

Oh, that's Pepito, Dolores' handyman.
Odd, but not dangerous.

- He had a dead cat, it was horrible.
- A dead cat?

All right, calm down now.
Let's go inside.

You saw her being killed?

Yes. But why are we here?

| want to show you something.

Come here, please.

We're all in here: family, friends,
wives, husbands, lovers.

The murderer's in here too.
Look carefully at these faces.

This is Hélène.

— It's him! This one here!
— Henri Velaq, her manager.

- Impossible, they liked each other.
- I swear it's him!

- No...
- Yes, Verushka. That's the way it is.

- Henri!
- I killed Dolores.

- You? Why?
- To get revenge for your sister.

- Now I have to kill you two as well.
- You're crazy!

She saw me kill Dolores, you know it!
| must kill you both.

Look out, she's gone!

Border posts are under control,
they can't get through.

Airports, no chance.
So they can be excluded. Trains as well.

Four countries on alert,
but still drugs arrive in Milan!

They arrive and leave
right under your nose, Seripa!

Under yours and everybody's.
Don't we have a Drugs Squad?

Yes. They've arrested three junkies,
four pharmacists

and two hippies,
one of whom is the Police Chief's son!

You're my assistant,
you must check everything!

Answer that!

Yes? Who is it? What?

- It's all true. I didn't make it up!
- Sure, sure...

She was here in the car
with a knife in her breast.

So she got tired of waiting,
took the knife out and left.

| told you the truth!

Yes, yes...

The car, the knife,
the half-wit and the dead cat...

- Tell me the truth.
- Inspector, some tyre tracks!

There! See?
These are the tracks left by her car.

- Convinced now?
- Yes, yes...

There was a car.
In the last few days.

- What's your friend's name?
- Verushka.

- See? |t's her 'V'?
- Yes.

- And your name?
- Valentina.

Exactly.
What's the first letter of Valentina?

Well, Gio Baldi... Your boyfriend
and his phone number.

I'm not as stupid as you think.
I can recognise a stunt.

- What haven't you told me?
- Nothing!

Don't shout! Your voice is horrible!
| told you everything.

The photo...

- What?
- There's a photo of the murderer, Henri.

- I don't remember.
- He's named Henri!

He was the manager of Hélène
and he killed Dolores.

He killed a woman
who committed suicide?

- He confessed to it!
- Very well, let's take a look.

Gianantonio, the cars!

Come with me, |'|| show you.

Where is it? Ah, here it is.

So...

It's gone.

It was here, I promise you.
He was with Hélène.

- Really?
- You don't believe me?

- You see the page is empty.
- Yes, I see the page is empty.

- Why would I have invented it?
- I don't know.

You or your friend must tell me.

- You won't give up...
- If you don't talk, there'|| be trouble.

To hell with you!

- Come with us.
- Are you arresting me?

| don't know.
At least you can sign a statement.

- Close up and come to headquarters.
- Fine, sir.

Don't waste time!

Sergeant, don't drive too fast.

- Wait for me here.
- All right.

- Excuse me...
- Yes?

- Where's Stefano?
- I don't know. He left, he was nervous.

- Why?
- The exhibition didn't go very well.

- Where can he be?
- Getting drunk. He tried hard to find you.

- Okay, thanks. Bye.
- Bye.

- And the photos and measurements?
- I'll send them tomorrow.

- So that means she's mad.
- No, she's just a bit strange.

When she left, she was wearing
a blue suit, sleeveless...

- Any news?
- No, sir. Just the usual routine.

- Anyone ask for me?
- Yes, Sergeant Quagliarulo.

- And we couldn't find Gio Baldi.
- I'll deal with it.

- Suede handbag...
- Shoulder bag.

Yes, sir.
Suede shoulder handbag.

- Quagliarulo! Where's Gio Baldi?
- He's vanished, sir.

What? We're the police.
| want him here right now!

"The undersigned declares
that his wife's been missing

"since yesterday,
the day before today." Is that right?

- Professor, is that right?
- Yes.

- Is Inspector Seripa in?
- Go in, they're looking for you.

- Professor, will you sign, please?
- Certainly.

- Come in.
- Hello, Inspector, how's it going?

- Sit down. I was looking for you.
- Yes, I know. Here I am.

- So, what have you got to say?
- What do you mean?

- Nasuko, where's Uncle Stefano?
- He didn't come home.

- We're leaving tomorrow.
- Where are you going?

- To Switzerland, to daddy.
- Come on, bedtime. Come.

- Your card was found outside the villa.
- So?

Why was it there?

I'm a journalist.
Everybody's got my Card.

Bullshit! Your girlfriend's
phone number's written on it.

What's this interrogation about?
What's happened?

What did you do in Hamburg
for two months, three years ago?

Hamburg...?

Hamburg, New York, Rio de Janeiro...
I'm a journalist!

- How can I remember?
- Think about it. Take your time.

We've got all night.

- You're here at last.
- Can't you just shut up?

I'm exhausted.

You talk, you don't talk...
Same difference!

What are you on about? Come here.

- Why have you been drinking again?
- That's my business!

- What are you saying?
- You're just like all the others.

You don't even have the guts
to be a whore.

Have you gone crazy, Stefano?

All day...

All day I've looked for you.
What a fool I am!

| was alone! All day!

Who were you with?

- Get out!
- Coward!

| won't come back ever again!

You'll have to crawl
and beg for my forgiveness!

Hernandez, 29, Puerto Rican.
And Krutzer, 32, from Hamburg.

Never heard of them.

Well-known by Drugs Squads
everywhere.

- What's that to me? It's Sunday.
- And for me too.

They've been in Milan for ten days.

They're part of a big
drug-dealing organisation.

Hello?

Are you sure? Very well.

That was the lab.

Dolores Jachia was already dead
when she committed suicide.

Murder?

Spadea!

Maybe that mad girl was right.

- Which girl?
- Yes, sir?

- Have you called Valentina?
- Four times, but no answer.

- Keep trying, Spadea.
- All right, sir.

- Tell me about the girl later.
- Of course.

Those two worked in France,
Hamburg, Istanbul and Karachi.

Disappeared six months ago,
photographed at Linate Airport.

Hello?

Sir, I tried again. No answer.
Shall I send someone?

- No, no. You can go... Bloody hell!
- Fine, sir.

Yes?
Who did you expect then?

What'? All right, I'll be right there.

Shut up!

Could you give me a light?

Thanks.

Let's go.

- A J&B.
- With ice?

Yes, a double.

He was already dead.
It's obvious he killed himself.

Really? Can't you see
he was murdered?

Look at the hole: clean,
no burn marks.

We've arrived too late.
We can go.

- Flying Squad.
- Is Inspector Seripa there?

- No, Miss, he's not here.
- When will he be back?

- Who knows? It's Sunday.
- Right, thank you.

Good bye.

Do you need the Inspector in person?
Can't you talk to me?

- No.
- Fine. You can sit down.

- Hello?
- How are you? Did I wake you?

- Where are you?
— I'm having an aperitif.

- The killer's in the flat opposite here.
- What?

— I'm scared. When will you get here?
- One minute. I'm Close.

- I'll be right down.
- Have you Called the police?

- Yes, but Seripa wasn't in.
- Fine. |'|| come and meet you.

- Good, let's go.
- I don't want to go, I'm scared.

Scared? Why? You're with me.
Come on, let's go.

Here's the key,
but I shouldn't be doing this.

Just two minutes please.

Thanks.

- Where was he?
- There, on the terrace.

- Let's have a look.
- No! I'm sorry, I'm scared.

Fine.

There's no one here.
It's time to tell me everything.

| swear they were there
on the terrace!

Stop this farce.
I've also been to the police.

What's that? Verushka, Dolores,
Hélène: all women, all dead!

Who was Hélène looking for in Milan?
Who else is in the gang?

What gang?
Gio, you don't believe me...

No! Tell me, how I can I help you
if you don't tell me?

- Idiot!
— All right, I'll tell you everything.

You're a bastard! Son of a whore!

I think we can leave now,
if I'm not mistaken.

- Got a light?
- I don't smoke.

Give me a light, and another whisk y.

- Double?
- No, triple.

- Miss?
- Yes?

- I couldn't get the milk.
- It doesn't matter, thanks.

— I'll get some when I finish here.
— Fine.

Miss, shall I get you skimmed milk?
|'ll bring it in 10 minutes.

Fingerprints.

Give me the knife.
It's got to look as if they fought hard.

- Catch her!
- Where are you going?

Open your mouth!
That's better!

Move it!

Be quiet!

And now we'll put some music on.

Oh, Stefano, at last!

Why haven't you killed her yet?

It was impossible, Boss.
The concierge was just outside.

He'll be back with the milk soon.

Bastard!

Behave yourself!

When the concierge brings the milk,
you'll hang yourself,

in remorse for having killed that man.

Modesty aside, it was my idea.
Not bad.

Would you prefer him to hang you?

Answer me.
Would you prefer to do it yourself?

Your prints on the knife,

this packet of drugs on the bed.

Just guess what the police will say.

Poor woman.
What did she have to do with it?

- I don't know.
- Think. You must have some idea.

- She's just a victim of the situation.
- Tell me everything.

| followed them after they killed her,
but they vanished.

- Where did you meet Verushka?
- In Hamburg, 6 years ago.

Six years ago,
| lived with a girl in Hamburg.

Don't move!

I'll tell you why you're going to die.

That girl was a striptease artist,
her name was Hélène.

Hélène had a friend, Dolores Jachia.

She and her partner, Otto, were
the bosses of a drug-dealing gang.

Dolores and I came to Milan
to set up a new organisation.

Do you want to know
what happened in Via Lanciani?

It's not by Chance that
your flat's right opposite it.

It was really useful
having the keys to this apartment,

because I could watch
and keep an eye on them both.

| didn't mind that Dolores
was in love with Nicola,

but my rival distributed
drugs in his own way,

into his own pockets.

Who did I meet one evening
in a Milan bar?

It was her, Hélène!
What could I do?

She'd have reported me,
so I took her to Via Lanciani.

| made it look like
the crime of a sadist.

The police found Nicola there

and charged him with the crime.

Then I made a call,
being careful to disguise my voice.

| told Hélène's manager
she'd been killed by Dolores,

out of jealousy.

I got what I wanted: he killed Dolores.

Hurry up, take photos
and do whatever you've got to do.

Inspector, have you seen this?
Look...

This is where the 30 kilos
of heroin ended up.

- And the drugs travelled around the world.
- Sir!

The sculptor can't be found.
Shall I get someone to stand guard?

- Yes.
- All right.

Take him to headquarters.
Let's go to Via Lanciani.

These two took care
of Otto, Dolores

and that one over there.

Shut up.

Miss, the milk!

Answer, if you don't want to end up
like Hélène and Dolores.

The milk, Miss!

Careful. And no tricks.

Leave it outside the door!

- Got a light?
- I'll get you some matches.

Come on, darling,
it'll be over in an instant.

| only have one regret:
| won't make love to you again!

Open the door, Valentina!

Open up, Valentina!

I'll break the door down!

Open up!

It's me! Open up!

- Oh, I'm sorry. You're here...
- Can I help you?

No, I wanted to talk to Valentina.

I'm sorry, she's taking a bath.
I'll call her if you want.

No, no, leave her in peace.

- Got a light?
- Yes.

Here's some advice:
catch me or you'll be in trouble.

Let's go! Hurry up!

—
- 0K!

Stop!

You're always in the way!

- Don't move.
- Wait! Leave it to me!

- Call a squad out! Come with me.
- Yes, sir.

Not laughing anymore?

Stop! That's enough.

You've had your fun.

Idiot!

Sorry, have you got a light?

You smoke too much, young man.
It could do you harm.

Thanks.