All language subtitles for the.fifth.cord.1971.bdrip.x264-ghouls

[silence]

[soft male voice]
I am going to commit murder.

I'm going to kill
another human being.

[tense music ]
How easy it is to say.

Already I feel
like a criminal.

I've been thinking it over
for weeks.

But now that I have given voice
to my evil intention,

I feel comfortably relaxed.

Perhaps the deed itself
will be an anticlimax,

but I think not.

Already I can imagine
the excitement of the thrill,

and the pleasure
I will experience
as I stalk my victim.

How much effort
is required to strangle,

perhaps a knife
would be better.

No...

I want to feel the trembling
flesh in my hands

as I squeeze the life
out of the body.

What if there's a struggle
and the victim escapes?

I must think of a way
to avoid that.

There must be no mistakes.

[woman screaming]

[pop music ]

[laughing] Ha, ha.
Helen... Helen!

Happy New Year!

This is Isabel.

Congratulations...
and good luck.

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

[speaking French]

[no audible dialogue]

[heavy breathing]

[gagging]

[distant partying
and fireworks]

[multiple voices]
Happy New Year!
Happy New Year!

G'night!
Good night... happy New Year!

[Andrea]
Happy New Year, Helen.

Sincerely.

You always did like
jokes in bad taste,

didn't you?

[distant fireworks]

Don't think I was trying
to offend you.

It wasn't a joke.

You're not keeping
your part of the bargain,

or have you forgotten?

When I drink,
I forget a lot of things.

It makes life
much easier.

I haven't been drinking.

Too bad.

You really should sometimes.

Goodnight.
[engine starting]

Goodbye, Andrea.

[nursery music ]

Goodnight.

Are you going out?

This is where
we say goodnight.

- I'll pick you up for dinner.
- I'd like that.

[panting]

[train whistle]

[low wind]

Take me home, please.
It gives me the creeps here.

[heavy breathing]

[grunting]

Walter!

Walter!

[phone ringing]

- Telephone.
- [Lu] I hear it.

[continued ringing]
Why don't you answer it?

[laughing]
Because you told me not to...
ever.

It's the third time
they've called.

You might have woken me up.

I couldn't,
you were dead to the world.

- How long have you been here?
- All night.

I waited for hours.

And then, when you
finally showed up,

you were in no condition
to do anything.

In fact, I even
had to undress you.

You always liked
undressing me.

Not when you're drunk.

Why don't you make me
some coffee?

Look, am I
your part-time mistress
or your maid?

You know, one of these days
I just might resign.

Where would you find
a better position than this?

Don't worry, I'll find one.

[chuckling]

Or maybe you've just
had enough of me, hmm?

look, if that's it,
just tell me and, uh...

Happy New Year.

[moaning]

[phone rings]

Here we go again.

[Traversi]
Is that you Bild ?

Where the hell
have you been hiding?

I've been trying
to get you all morning.

I had the phone unplugged.
What's up?

What's up?

You're not in the office,
that's what's up.

Now get your ass down here,
and make it quick.

Happy New Year Mr. Bild.

Same to you.

Take care love,

it's not your day.

Late last night,

in the tunnel,

now they got him
in the hospital.

I sent Vogel.

You would have done better
to send the night watchman.

You said he was found
by a young couple, hmm?

Yes, now you get down there
and see if you can
work up a feature.

All right.

Yeah and Happy New Year
to you too.

[siren wailing]

- Well?
- It's all there.

I was just going to call it in
for the late edition.

In the early hours
of this morning, John Lubbock,

young English Applied teacher
at the Groob
International School,

was the victim
of a brutal assault while...

A little bit inaccurate,
isn't it?

Why?

In the first place,
John Lubbock isn't English.

He's Australian.

Then the Groob,
like all these international
language schools,

doesn't have a permanent
staff or supply teachers.

They're coming
and going all the time,

from all over the world.
It's like a hotel.

So long,
I'll see you in the office.

I've already told you,

visitors are
absolutely forbidden,
and that includes reporters.

Just a glance.

It's quite impossible.
I'm sorry.

Can I help you, Mr. Bild?

Good morning, Doctor.

Nobody can see
Mr. Lubbock for the moment.

The police were
very definite about that.

How is he?

He has a fracture of the
fourth cervical vertebra,

and he's suffering
from shock.

Any news, Inspector?

Assault with intent
to rob, for the moment.

You think I could have
a few words with the couple
who saved him?

Those two
are important witnesses.

I won't print a word
that would prejudice
your investigation.

The girl doesn't live
far from the tunnel,

her name is Julia Soavi.

And the boy?

You should know him...

...he's Walter Auer.

He's got a sister called Lu.

She a friend of yours
isn't she?

Oh, by the way...

We might have to have
a few words with you too.

I was one of the last people
to see Lubbock last night,

I understand.
I'm at your disposal.

[faint noise]

[knocking at the door]

Miss Julia Soavi?

I've already told the police
all I know about it

so go ask them.

Why can't I ask you?

You're a lousy reporter.

You don't think I could
just have a friendly
little chat with you?

No, and for all I care,
you can go to hell.

Get out of here
or I'll call my father.

Lu...?

Lu!

[Andrea's voice]
Dear Andrea,

I'll be away until Tuesday.

I was broke, so I took some
money from the usual place.

Have fun, Lu.

P.S., if you want
to get laid, go ahead.

You know it doesn't
bother me.

[child's voice, indistinct]

[intercom buzzes]

[continued buzzing]

- Who is it?
- Andrea Bild, remember him?

- What do you want?
- I beg your pardon.

I guess I was
a mess at the dance.

You were.

I accept your apology.

Have you got the fire going?

its so cold down here,
I'm catching pneumonia.

I'm working.

Just for a moment,
I promise you...

I won't disturb you.

[child] Goodbye Andrea.

Tony's grown a lot.

The sofas are new,

so is that painting.

And I never did
like this table.

I never liked
his face either.

I only want Tony
to remember he has a father.

And you, a very
rich ex-husband.

We haven't been through
the divorce yet though,

I haven't seen him
for months.

You wear glasses now.

Only when I work.

A lot of changes in a year.

It's bad for you
not to make love, you know.

When you've been drinking
you're impossible.

Now, please, would you tell
me what you came for.

[chuckling] Tony doesn't
approve of the prickles
on your face.

All right, what can I tell
you about John Lubbock?

Everything you know.

Well, he's Australian,
comes from Sydney, he's 26.

Like me, he teaches
at the Groob,
but only since October.

He's quite good, actually.

He's quiet, shy, introverted,
goes to concerts quite often.

Oh, yes, he's an excellent
tennis player,

almost fanatical
about the game.

Shouldn't you be
taking notes?

I have a memory
like an elephant.

Are you friends?

No, just conoscenti,
as the Italians say.

Its not easy
to get close to John.

Poor John.

He's really started out
the new year well,

first Isabelle
and now this.

Isabelle Lancia?

Yes, in person,

I wouldn't want you
to quote me, but, uh...

I got the impression
he's flipped over her.

A juvenile crush,
nothing more of course.

But he's been living
every second of it.

And now it looks as though
Isabelle is going to marry
Edward Valmont...

his best friend.

He realized it at the party.

It was a terrible blow
for him.

I didn't notice anything.

[Helen] I'm not surprised.
You were drunk.

As usual.

Go on say it,
you won't offend me.

The trouble is,
John will never let it show.

He's too proud to.

[muted traffic noise]

[buzzing]

Yes?

Some water.

The crutches.

Please.

Richard, sleep in here.

Not tonight, I'm very tired.

Oh, please.

Please.

Tomorrow.

[phone rings]

No, don't answer it.

I have to.

[Richard] Yes?

Yes.

Where?

Very well, I'll come at once.

I have to go on a call.

I won't be long.

Richard.

[dramatic music plays ]

Come back.

Richard?

Is that you Richard?

Richard!

[phone ringing]

[moaning]

[labored breathing]

Oh, God, where is it!

Where is it?

[phone ringing]

[heavy breathing, moaning]

The telephone...

Where is the telephone...?

Richard!

Richard!

Richard!

Richard!

[musical sting]

[choking]

[camera clicking]

What was the motive,
Inspector?

Is it true
she was sexually assaulted?

Did you find a murder weapon?

- Hold it, Inspector...
- Hey, Inspector,

are you going to give us
a statement

or are we going to have to come
down to headquarters for it?

She was strangled
and thrown down the stairs.

Having a nice
morning inspector?

You here too, Bild?
Come with me.

At about eleven o'clock,
Dr. Bini received
a telephone call...

...an urgent summons,

which turned out
to be a hoax.

A hoax.
[cat meowing]

Whoever telephoned
gave a non-existent address.

[meowing]

Who discovered her?

Dr. Bini himself,
when he returned.

it was the man-servant's
night off, so...

...she was alone in the house.
- Yeah?

Call Haller,
he should be at home.

Get him on the other line.
I'll hold on.

Mm-hmm.

Um... You were one
of Dr. Bini's patients too,

if I am not mistaken.

Yeah, that's right.

Is it true the front door
was never locked at night?

Yes, he used to leave
prescriptions here

for his patients
after the clinic was closed.

Did you know his wife?

Not very well.

Hmm-hmm I see.

Who's the man sitting
next to Bini here?

That's Edward Valmont.

He teaches French
at the Groob School.

[street traffic]

So, according to the statement
you gave us,

John Lubbock
announced that uh,

that he was going to...
walk home,

who heard him
or could have heard him,

besides yourself?

Well, I'd been drinking
quite a lot that evening,

however,
if I'm not mistaken...

Let me drop you off,
it's no trouble, John.

No thanks.
You're very kind Helen,
but I'd prefer to walk.

Alright Isabelle, can we go?

Oh, Helen,
keep all those resolutions, huh?

- Happy New Year.
- Happy New Year.

Bye, Andrea.

Nobody else?

No, I don't think so.

Oh, yes, Dr. Bini
was there too.

Please understand,
this is only a formality,

but, uh, what did you do
after the party?

Frankly, I don't remember.

I haven't got an alibi,
if that's what you want to know.

like I told you before,
I had too much to drink.

I wonder if our friend Bini
didn't invent
that telephone call.

Hmm, that's rather
a dangerous theory,

anyway, Dr. Bini
has a sound alibi,

at the moment of the crime,
he was visiting a friend.

May I know the name?

Edward Valmont.

Does that young lady,
Miss Lu Auer, live with you?

Not always.

And yesterday evening, what,
uh, did you do, Mr. Bild?

Stayed home
and watched television.

And was the young lady
with you?

No.

I've nothing else
to tell you.

If you'll excuse me,
I have to get back
to the paper.

Uh, but don't you want
to know any more?

So you can
write about it?

Just like in the Lubbock case,
Inspector.

Exactly, it was found
with the body of Sophia Bini.

However...
there is a slight variation.

One finger's been cut off.

It might be a way
of saying...

that there are four more crimes
on the books.

[dialing]

[ringing]

Hello?
[traffic noise]

Dr. Bini, please.

[siren wailing]
Don't bother
to express your sympathy.

Poor Sophia was a living corpse
these past two years.

It would be sheer hypocrisy
on my part

to pretend I was greatly pained
by her passing away.

However, I am glad
you wanted to see me.

I'd like to be certain
you haven't been misinformed.

I know the kind of cheap stories
you reporters print.

To tell the truth, I received
orders not to interview you.

Look, lets not beat
about the bush.

What do you want to know?

One simple detail.

That voice on the telephone,
was it a man or a woman?

It was extremely muffled,

rather flat and toneless,

affected by laryngitis,
I should say.

So, you couldn't tell whether
it was a man or a woman?

Whoever it was, it's quite clear
the murderer knew
how to get in to my house.

After all it's very easy.

The front door
was never locked.

Do you suspect anyone?

No.

Nothing missing
from the house?

Not a thing.

It is always possible,
of course, it was a madman.

What do you think?

No murderer
is completely sane.

Now, you must excuse me,
I have to go.

One last question...

What was the address
you were told on the phone?

Via Bruxelles.

- Number?
- Eleven... it doesn't exist.

I suppose you thought
you'd taken it down wrong?

Exactly, but there was
no way of checking.

So you decided
to visit a friend,

Edward Valmont lives quite close
to Via Bruxelles, doesn't he?

I see you're well informed.

Good-bye, Mr. Bild.

Well, well.

Surprise.

I thought you'd found
another position.

No, here I am,

back at the same old stand.

Are you sure you haven't come
to get your severance pay?

[chuckles]
I was dying to see you,

it happens sometimes.

Where have you been
all this while?

[laughs] Ask me no questions,
and I'll tell you no lies.

I was at home studying.

I have this history exam
on Thursday,
didn't I tell you?

Huh, what's wrong?

I telephoned your house

and your mother said
she hadn't seen you
in over a month.

You're a lying little whore.
- [screams in pain]

[crying]

What kind of dump
do you come from?

Your mother doesn't
take care of you,

your father's gathering mold
in a state home for the aged,

and you play tramp
in one sports car after another.

- Was it a red sports car?
- A Triumph.

Well, that car just happens
to belong to my brother Walter,
you idiot.

You know, ever since
you've been playing detective

you just can't
get anything right.

You really hand me a laugh.

You are pathetic.

What does your brother do?

He-he races.

He's a racing driver,
didn't you know?

Where are you going?

Lu?

Lu?

Lu?!

- Lu!
- [Lu giggling]

[both laughing]

[Andrea] You are playing games
with me, huh?

Come here you...
[growling]

[continued laughing]

[object breaks]
Come here you bitch!

[screaming and laughing]

[glass breaking]

Come here, you coward!

[giggling]

[engine revving]

[inaudible dialogue]

Are you on the sports desk
of your paper?

I just want to talk to you,

if you've got
a moment to spare.

Why?
[cars racing past]

What do you do all day,

when you're not
engaged in a race?

Is that important?

Everything is important
for a reporter.

For example, uh...

What did you do all day
last Tuesday?

There was a Formula race
at Brel,

I came in second,
and there was the usual-

usual party afterwards.

Why do you ask?

Were you very late
coming back?

About ten the next morning.

Stayed with friends,
if that's what
you want to know,

even if I don't
understand why.

That'll do for me.
Thank you very much
and good luck.

I would like to speak
to Dr. Bini.

Yes.

Is that you, Richard?

This is Walter.

[speaking French]

Come in.

[chuckling] I knew you'd
get around to looking me up,
sooner or later.

I read your latest article.

Sometimes you reporters
are much more perceptive
than the police.

though there is one point
on which I don't...

Excuse me.

This place makes me nervous.

Do you mind if we go outside?

What were you going to say?

Oh, yes...

Like the police,
you also seem to be convinced

that my attacker
merely intended to rob me.

I don't agree, Andrea.

He intended to kill me,
like he did Sophia Bini.

You knew her quite well,
didn't you?

Not really,
but I felt sorry for her
even if she wasn't

a particularly
pleasant woman.

I only hope that
whoever it is,

is satisfied with having
reduced me to this condition.

After all, he could always
turn up again to give me
the coup de bloody grâce.

Sounds morbid, I know,
but I've got somebody

playing games with me
on the phone now.

It rings at the most
unlikely times.

Usually in the middle
of the night.

When I answer the damn thing,
there's nobody there.

Have you informed the police?

What's the point?

I've tried to get
the number changed
but that takes time.

The best defense, I suppose,
is to unplug it.

Here we are,
this is where I live.
Can I offer you a drink?

[phone rings]

Hello?

[whispering]
Is that you, Mr. Bild?

Yes, who's speaking?

Lets just say a friend,

someone who wants
to keep you out of trouble.

If I were you, I'd stop
asking all those questions.

If you don't, you are going
to be very sorry, Mr. Bild.

[soft male voice]
Tuesday, March 29th.

Now that I've had time
to saver the memory

of my first success.

I know that it has lived
up to all expectations.

Even if, I must admit,

I had hoped
for greater appreciation.

There's been a conspiracy
of silence

on the part of the press
and the police.

Sic transit gloria mundi.

People must be made
to realize

that I am someone
to be reckoned with.

I will strike again,

and with something profound,

even divine.

And within one second,

to transform a member
of the human race

into inanimate
matter forever.

Andrea...
Darling.

[office chatter]
[phones ringing]

Well, are you going to tell me
what my horoscope says?

It says that the boss
is looking for you

and that your future's
not so bright.

Want me to ask the stars
what to do?

- I think its too late.
- [chuckles]

I'm sorry Andrea,
I have no choice.

I'm obliged to take you
off the story.

- But I don't understand.
- Haller telephoned me.

He pointed out that you were...

He told you I was
on the list of suspects.

Not exactly.

[knocking]
Yes?

Everything's ready, sir.
They are waiting for you.

Thank you.

Then I don't see any reason
why I should step aside
on such a big thing as this.

If I'm not mistaken...
- And if I'm not mistaken,

I'm the one who decides
things around here.

So let me repeat.

You've been pulled off
the story.

[tense music ]

Did you know I was off
the story?

Ah, Bild...

I was going to send you over
to cover the bankers convention.

You make me puke,
the lot of you,

Vogel may take your crap,
but not me.

You think I don't know
that Dr. Bini is a big
shareholder in this rag?

And that he came into
about a quarter of a million
when his wife died?

All right, so what?
Don't shout!

You always were stupid.

Haven't you realized yet
that your crazy,

nonconformist ideas
don't go around here?

You are not the man
you were, Bild.

I thought there was some
good in you, boy,
then you hit the bottle.

And all you're good for now
is dragging your ass in this
cesspool of a newspaper.

Is that so?

Well, you listen to me.

I may have become
a piece of shit,

but you are what you were
when you started,

a bastard who has sold
his soul.

I warn you,
you'll pay for this.

[door slamming]

[dark music ]

[gate squeaking]

You're home late tonight.

There was a meeting
at the school.

What's the matter?
Anything wrong?

I felt I wanted
to talk to somebody.

Goodbye.

I'm in bad shape.

Don't you give a damn?

Lets sit in my car.

[Helen] You've been arguing
again with Traversi,
I suppose.

[Andrea] I could kill him.

[Helen chuckles]
Is it that bad?

Have you asked yourself why?

[Andrea exhales]
Maybe because he reminds me
of my father.

He's a cheap, slimy worm.

And you're afraid
you're going to end up
just like him.

You really can't stand me,
can you?

Why don't you
leave the paper?

You told me once,
you wanted to freelance,

see the world.

And you said
you'd come along.

Tony must be awake,
I have to go.

[gasping]

I'll call you.

[wheezing]

[distant whistling]

[footsteps approaching]

[rustling leaves]

[labored breathing]

[gravelly voice]
Traversi!

[intense music ]

[footsteps]

[distorted music ]

[crying]

[whimpering]

[footsteps approaching]

[weeping]

[priest reciting a prayer]

...the true faith united her
to the ranks of the faithful,

so in heaven, by thy mercy,
she may have fellowship

with the choirs of angels.

Eternal rest grant unto her,
oh Lord,

and let perpetual light
shine upon her.

May she rest in peace,

may her soul and the souls
of all the faithful departed

through the mercy of God,
rest in peace, Amen.

[church bells ringing]

I must talk to you,
please ring me.

Isabelle...
Isabelle!

[Inspector]
I'd believe the autopsy,

but we found a glove
beside the body.

Two fingers are missing
this time.

Where were you
yesterday evening?

[Andrea]
I went to see Mrs. Volta.

What time was that?

About, uh, ten
or ten-thirty, I think.

How long were you together?

About half an hour,

then, I went home to bed.

Miss Auer was not there
this time either,

if that's what
you want to know.

We have an attempted murder
and two murders.

In all three instances,

you are one of the few people
who knew all the victims.

Funny coincidence, isn't it?

Especially since you
have no alibi

in any of these three cases.

I know.

Still, we haven't decided
to formulate charges
against you...

for the moment.

You're very kind.

Could I just inquire
how you knew that I had
a fight with Traversi?

We received an anonymous
telephone call this morning.

And, uh, was it a man
or a woman?

A man.

What are you thinking?

[sighing]

I've been mulling over your
theory that someone could...

could take advantage
of a situation like this

and could quite happily
bump off someone else,

leave a glove
at the scene of the crime

and use our murderer
as a scapegoat.

And my theory could be applied
to the Traversi case, right?

Why not?

Who'd want to get rid
of Traversi?

You had a good motive.

Now poor Traversi is gone,
who'll be the next editor?
You.

[Andrea chuckles]
That'll be the day.

I have crazy,
nonconformist ideas,
and I'm a drunk, remember?

No, Traversi's murderer
made those calls to me
and the police.

It's somebody who knew
about my troubles in the office.

He was trying to frame me.

Well, who did know about
your troubles in the office?

The whole building.

I was very loud that day.

- Look who is there, Tony,
look over there.
- Mama!

- Andrea!
- Tony!

[tense music ]

[eerie wind blowing]

[female singing
on the radio ]

[camera running]

[Lu] I've been watching
those two outside,

you can tell they're police
a mile away.

[chuckles]
They're my guardian angels.

I know.

They kept me
at the [indistinct] station
all morning.

They wanted to know how long
I know you, when I see you,

if I knew Traversi.

God, they're such bores.

How'd you make out?

[chuckling] Had a little fun,
led them up the garden path.

God, I hate cops.

Well, why don't you
ask me why I'm back?

Why should I?
Its nothing new.

I'm not coming here again.

I've heard that before.

[Lu chuckles]
Oh, Andrea you're hopeless,

but this time I mean it.
-Mm-hmm.

I've got some news.
I'm getting married.

Who's the lucky man?

Oh, you don't know him.

His name is Frank Rait.

And what would Frank say
if he knew about us?

Nothing.
It wouldn't bother him, hmm?

He's always known.

But it'll be different
when we're married.

We both want children.

We're both crazy
about children.

I won't be seeing you again,
Andrea.

[laughing]
And you are not even angry?

Why should I be angry?

Well, I do see,
you're not wasting any time.

A little while ago,
somebody called
Isabelle Lancia telephoned.

What did she say?

She wanted to see you urgently.

She's expecting you
at nine at the Grand Hotel.

I wrote down her room number
over there.

Is your car out back?

Yes.

Give me your keys
and leave these lights on.

I'll take you.

I'm going anyway.

Then we'll leave now
through the courtyard.

Wait for me, I won't be long.

Miss Lancia?

Miss Lancia?!

[water dripping]

[musical sting ]

That didn't take very long.

Stay with me tonight...

...for the last time.

[radio announcer]
The minister announced
that the topics of discussion

at the meetings would be
the balance of payments

and the current
monetary crisis.

Police were called
to a well-known hotel
in the capital

late this evening,
when Isabelle Lancia,

daughter of Carl Lancia,
the well-known shipbuilder,

was found dead
in the bathroom of her suite.

According to a police spokesman,
Miss Lancia's body

was discovered
by Edward Valmont,

fiancé of the victim.

The couple were to have married
later in the year.

The same spokesman added
that the case was being treated
as murder,

but would make no
comment when asked if there

was any connection between
Miss Lancia's death...

What time did you
come home last night?

Why don't you ask
those two idiots you've got
hanging around my door?

And the young lady...

was she with you?

Yes, from seven o'clock
yesterday evening, Inspector.

You did me a great favor.
Why?

I wanted to give you
a farewell present.

Aren't you going to ask me
if it was I who killed her?

That's your business.

[carnival music ]
[faint voices]

- What are you going to do?
- Pack my bags.

This business is beginning
to make me nervous.

I've given my notice
at the school.

I'm going back to Sydney.

Whoever sent you this
seems quite sure
that you know who he is.

Nevertheless, he still goes
to the trouble of sending me
an anonymous letter,

instead of coming
straight to the point,

as he did with the others.

Funny isn't it?

No, you can keep it,
print it, give it to the police,

whatever you like.

And you know,
in case it may help you
with your investigation,

there is one detail
that might interest you.

There was no stamp
on the envelope.

It was put directly
into the school mailbox.

When are you going to leave?

Sometime this week.

Now that Isabelle is dead,

there is no reason for me
to stay here any longer.

I understand.

Nothing matters
to me anymore,

absolutely nothing.

Goodbye.

- Where is Julia?
- Oh, it's too early for her,

but I'm here,
and I know the same tricks.

- Another time, thanks.
- Get lost.

[birds chirping]

[knocking]

[rattling the door]

Anyone in?

Is anyone there?

[musical tension ]

[couples' heavy breathing]

[thunder rumbling]

[continued heavy breathing]

[passing traffic]

[thunder rolling]

[audible breathing]

[continued breathing]
[thundering]

[shrieking]

[gasping]

[siren wailing]

[grunting]

What the hell do you want?

I'll call the police.

We'll see who calls the police.

I'll run you in for corruption
and exploitation of minors.

and anything else
I can find on the way.

I want to know everything,
especially what you didn't
tell the police!

I don't know anything!

Maybe this will
help you to remember!

You'll pay for this!

Who was it who attacked
John Lubbock in the tunnel?

You saw him!
I know you did!

I don't know!
I don't know!

[grunting]

I swear, I'll kill you!

Who was it, who?

Julia's father...

...old Soavi.

Don't try to be smart.
You know I can check, huh?

It's the truth.
Julia said she'd leave me
if I told the police.

And of course you preferred
to keep the girl, huh?

It was like having money
in the bank, right?!

And Dr. Bini...

...was he only paying you
for your performances, huh?

Answer me!

No, not just for that.

Julia's father,
it was his idea.

You were blackmailing him.

Yes, and Valmont too.

but Soavi had nothing to do
with any of those murders.

I know he's a dirty old man,
but he's not a murderer!

Why are you so sure of it?

Because he works
for Hofer Transport
every Tuesday.

He takes a truck up north
and doesn't come back
until late Wednesday night.

What does that prove?

Dr. Bini's wife
and Isabelle Lancia

were both murdered on a Tuesday.

And it was early on Wednesday

that Soavi himself
was arrested, huh?

How does that fit in
with this trucking business
you're telling me about?

Last Tuesday, there was
a strike at Hofer Transport.

He didn't leave,
but he didn't kill Julia either,

even though
he was spying on her.

Well, what is it you want?

To tell you frankly
that I'm prepared to publish

everything I know
and everything I've seen
in another paper.

- What was your relationship
with Julia Soavi?
- Who is Julia Soavi?

The girl who was killed
last night.

- You know that as well as I do.
- Why should I know her?

I never met her in my life.

Not even at your little
private parties, huh?

What on earth are you
talking about?
You must be mad.

All right.

I'll be frank too.

If you insist on continuing
this inquiry of yours,

fine, go ahead.

Perhaps I'll show you
once and for all

that I have nothing at all
to fear either from you
or the police!

And now please go!

I have patients to see.

Mr. Valmont, please.

Is that you Edward?

I've got to talk to you.
There's not a moment to lose.

Are you really going
to publish this?

Yes.
It's coming out tomorrow.

And I thought Dr. Bini
was rather a nice little man.

You think he's the murderer,
don't you?

I don't know yet.

Will your husband be there?

No, I'm going
to see my lawyer.

There's no point
in talking to Charles,
we only argue.

Over Tony, I suppose.

Over the terms
of the divorce.

You know,
until everything's settled,

I can't begin to live
my own life.

You're not listening,
are you?

You know, there's something
similar about these murders.

But I can't put my finger on it.

[loudspeaker, indistinct]

Well, in my humble opinion
I think Valmont is the fly
in the ointment.

See you tonight.

When will you be back?

At nine, at least I hope
to be, but this is Tuesday,

so I might be late,
your horoscope lady says
it's not my day.

I would have preferred
the black maria,

it would have made
the scene more complete.

What do you want this time?
Another alibi?

Well, I haven't got one.
- I know, Bild.

Look, Inspector...

You've had men
following me for a long time,

so you know damn well
I didn't kill anybody.

And if you lock me up now
I'll have a perfect alibi

when the last finger gets
cut off that glove.

If you'll give me time
to get my facts straight,

I'm pretty sure I can find
your murderer for you.

What have you got to lose?

You've got four murders
on your hands,

and your investigation
isn't getting anywhere.

Why don't you tell
what you know
and let us follow through?

It's quicker if I work alone.

I see.

Does your scoop
mean so much to you?

Doesn't yours, Inspector?

You have to build a career
in the police too, I believe.

Dr. Bini's wife
and Isabelle Lancia

were both murdered
on a Tuesday.

...At least I hope to be,
but it's Tuesday,
so I might be late.

Your horoscope lady says
its not my day.

"Monday, January 1st,

John Lubbock,
born March 23rd,

brutally attacked."

"Mrs. Sophia Bini,
wife of Dr. Richard Bini,

found strangled
Tuesday, February 13th."

"Editor of a national daily
found dead in park

of a heart attack

Tuesday, March 29th."

"Murder at the Grand Hotel.

Isabelle Lancia, daughter
of the well-known shipbuilder,

was found strangled today,
Tuesday, April 12th."

"Julia Soavi, a young prostitute
was found today

with her throat cut...

Tuesday, May 7th."

Tuesday is sacred to Mars,

the god of violence and war.

It is the most favorable day
for those born under
the sign of Aries.

[sharp inhale]
Aries.

[phone ringing]

[continued ringing]

[phone ringing]

[dog barking]

[continued ringing]

Hello?

Tony.
Yes, Mama.

What are you and Elsa doing?

I was in bed.

When are you coming home?

I got held up.

I'm coming on the next plane.

Did you have supper?

Yes, I watched
television too.

Then I went to bed.

Now, you go back to bed darling,

and let me speak to Elsa.

Elsa's not here.

She went to the airport
to meet you,

like you said
in the telephone call.

Who telephoned?

I don't know... somebody.

Elsa said
the dentist called too,
for tomorrow.

- Tony.
- Yes, Mama?

Now listen to me.

Go and lock
all the doors and windows,

the ones to the garden too.

and don't open up for anyone,
you understand?

Not for anyone.

Why?

Just do as you're told,

please, darling.

Wait.

[mechanical humming]

Mama don't forget the book
about the man in black.

Darling, the man in black
isn't real you know.

It's only a story.

He doesn't really exist.
[glass breaking]

Hello?

Did you do what I told you?
- Yes, Mama.

Now, go back to bed,

and I'll bring you
a nice surprise.

- Mama!
- Tony!

The lights went out.
I'm scared!

Aren't you there anymore, Mama?

Tony!
[object banging]

Is that you, Elsa?

Is that you?
Elsa...

[music box music playing
"Pop Goes the Weasel" ]

[screaming]

[whimpering]

[rattling door]

[Tony panting]

[banging at door]

[screaming]

No!
Mama!

[high-pitch screaming]

Mama!
No!

No!
Nooo!

[screaming and crying]

[grunting]

[gasping in pain]

Look after Tony!

[wind whistling]
[light squeaking]

[cries out]
[objects crashing]

[footsteps running away]

[heavy breathing]

[intense music building ]

[musical sting ]

[groaning]

[both panting]

[grunting]

[groaning]

[grunting]

[yelling]
[crashing]

[wind blowing]
[light squeaking]

[Andrea]
Yes, John Lubbock,

born March 23rd,

under the sign of Aries.

Most favorable day, Tuesday.

All the murders
took place on a Tuesday.

But he was attacked
in the tunnel on a Monday.

If you run another check
on the first glove
that was found,

the one that gave him
his trademark,

I think you'll find it belongs
to Julia Soavi's father.

The motive...

jealousy.

He was in love.
Not with Isabelle Lancia...

but with Edward Valmont.
[siren]

For Lubbock, Isabelle
was a femme fatale,

who had seduced
a reluctant Valmont
away from him,

and therefore
she had to be punished.

By committing five murders,
he thought he could hide
his real motive.

I called Dr. Bini
last night.

He told me
that the plaster cast

could have been taken off
two months ago,

and until yesterday,
Lubbock had always
come up with an excuse

for not having it done.

[John Lubbock's voice]
The little boy
may be innocent,

but I will save him
from being thrust
into this world

of injustice and violence.

I hope Helen will understand.

And this is how he did
the telephone effect.

[whispering]
Let's just say a friend.

Someone who wants to keep you
out of trouble.

If I were you, I'd stop
asking all those questions.

[onlookers, faint chatter]
[camera clicking]

[sirens]

[somber music plays ]