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THE BIRD WITH THE CRYSTAL PLUMAGE

YOUNG WOMAN MYSTERIOUSLY MURDERED!
THIRD IN LITTLE OVER A MONTH!

"Ll Giorno", please. Thanks.

The usual garbage!

- Come on, Carlo, we'll be late!
- Relax! They'll wait.

- The thing you wrote was a success
with the experts. - I'm glad.

Sam Dalmas,
great hope of American literature,

now writing manuals
on the preservation of rare birds.

- Be funny if I won a prize forit.
- How's Giulia? - Fine.

She's out of town on a modeling
job. She'll be back tonight.

- How are things going?
- Very well.

- I'm taking herback to the States
with me. - Really serious.

- Looks like it.
- Good morning. - 'Morning.

Back home I'll look for
a friend of mine to return a favor.

I was going through a bad period,
a little short on inspiration.

"Go to Italy", he said, "you need
peace, tranquility, that's Italy".

"Inspiration'll come to you.
Nothing everhappens in Italy!"

May he roast in hell!
Anyway, I came. I believed it!

Saw the country and the monuments,
then spaghetti, the atmosphere...

Great! Only I'm dead broke! And I
haven't written a line in 2 years.

I wouldn't have the plane fare home
if you didn't give me this job.

Which you carried out beautifully!

Here's your check, Mister Dalmas.

- Hey, Sam, don't you want a copy?
- Who needs it? I have this!

Hey! Open the door!

Hey! Hey!

How do I open the door?

I can't get in!
How do I open the door?

Hang on, just hang on!

Open the door!

Call the police!

I called the police!

Herpulse is weak but
it wouldn't appearto be serious.

She hasn't lost too much blood.

- Okay, get on with it. - Yes, sir.
- Check forfingerprints. - Okay.

Good evening.

- I'm inspector Morosini.
Tell me about it. - What's that?

What happened? I want to know
everything you saw and you heard.

- How is she? - She'll be
alright, thanks to you.

- What's yourname? - Sam Dalmas.
- Are you English? - No, American.

I was walking in front of the
gallery and I saw these lights.

I looked up here and I saw
these two figures struggling.

Put her down carefully.

- She was so good. - Let me through
I'm the owner of the gallery.

Monica!

Monica.

Monica.

- What happened?
- She's in no state for questions.

- Is it serious? - No, nothing
serious, just a flesh wound.

- Monica.
- Come on. - Let go of me.

I'm Alberto Ranieri, she's my wife.

- Excuse me. - Speak to me, what
happened? - You're tiring her.

- Dear, who did it? Who?
- We don't know.

- I hope yourwife may be able
to tell us... - Right, we'll go.

What was she doing in the gallery
at this time of night?

She was going overthe books,
I was supposed to pick herup.

- Monica!
- Go ahead!

- Stand back. Let the stretcher
through. - Poor girl!

- Stand back now, please!
- Right, that's it.

- Where were we? - There were
something wrong with that scene.

Something odd.

I can't pin it down, but I have a
feeling that something didn't fit.

- Think about it. Isolate it.
- I've tried, I can't pin it down.

Let's see if I can help. You saw
someone run out through this door.

Yeah. But it was so dark
underhere, the doorwas almost...

Don't touch anything! Try keeping
yourhands in yourpockets.

Just to avoid temptation.
It saves time and trouble.

On the mezzanine was noted a statue
of a warrior, a bronze on the wall

and a sculpture resembling
a branch of a petrified tree.

On the ground floor
an irregulartrail ofblood stains

from the service door at the rear
to within 10 feet the front window.

Apart from that there's no other
sign of a struggle. You got that?

- According to you, she came down
these stairs. - She did.

Now we'll measure
from the window to the stairs.

Blood.

I've had it, I can't take anymore!

We've been through
the whole damn thing six times!

I've told you everything,
every detail...

I don't know that woman,
I'd never seen herbefore.

Let's start over again, maybe
there's a detail you've forgotten.

Let's go back to this strange
figure you saw, describe it.

It was dark, I was too far away,
it was nothing but a dark figure.

I'm tired, I leave for America
in two days and I got a lot to do.

- Really? Have you made
the reservation? - Yes.

- Have you yourpassport on you?
- Yeah.

- May I have a look at it
a moment? - Yes.

Thank you.

- Hey!
- Hey what? - My passport.

- We'll take care ofit. - You're
kidding! I can't move without it.

We don't want you to. You're
too important to us as a witness.

You saw something which, though you
can't recall it, is clearly vital.

And until this point is cleared up,
I can't allow you to leave.

I didn't mind coming here, but...

During the past month there have
been three unexplained murders.

The victim were women, three crimes
without any apparent motive.

It's clearto me that there's
a dangerous maniac at large here.

What makes the inquiry difficult,
as far as we're concerned,

and it's forthis reason
we require your cooperation,

it's I'm certain this man is, as
far as his appearance goes, sane.

In his daily life he's completely
normal, like anybody else.

- Even like you.
- Me? - Yes, like you, why not?

Let's suppose you're insane:
You entered there and attacked her.

But when you tried to escape you're
casually trapped between the doors.

You're crazy! You can't grab a
foreigner and accuse him of murder.

- No one's accusing you. - Giving
me the third degree. It's illegal!

I want to call my consulate!

Go ahead. Call anyone you want.
Call the president of America.

- Atough nut. - Just humorhim...
- Here's a copy of Monti's report.

TWA? I want to cancel
a reservation. Sam Dalmas.

Number one twelve,
New York, day aftertomorrow.

Yeah, thank you.

Look out behind!

- Are you hurt? Can I help you?
- Don't worry, I'm okay. Thanks.

Wow! That's the most enthusiastic
welcome I've everhad.

Hey! It's been a month now.

You had a hard day at the office,
dear?

No, I just witnessed
an attempted homicide.

I was given the third degree
by the police,

I had my passport confiscated,
so we can't leave,

and just now I had my head nearly
decapitated by a meat cleaver.

You know, the usual.

Now you just tell me all about it.

Funny thing it's this is the truth.

Bring in the perverts. Look at them
and see if you recognize anyone.

The murderer'd have gone back to
the gallery to see if she was dead

and we can't rule out the
possibility that he is a pervert.

Aldo Sarti, age 42,
eight convictions.

Sandro Larrani, age 35,
exhibitionist, twelve arrests.

Mario Zandri, age 66,
four convictions.

Giacomo Rossi, age 50, three
convictions for corrupting minors.

Rubatelli Luigi,
alias Ursula Andress.

- No! Petrini! - Yes? - What's
this character doing here?

How many time did I tell you Ursula
belongs with the transvestites?

- I should hope so! - Come, I have
something interesting to show you.

We have subjected this glove
to a microscopic examination

and we came up
with a few interesting facts.

The blood stains are of
the same group as Monica Ranieri's

from which we deduce the murder
was wearing it at the time.

These grains are tobacco ash from
which we can tell he smokes cigars.

The traces of tobacco on the glove
are peculiar of Havana cigars.

This was our
most exciting discovery.

Microscopic particles of a type
of fibermade only in England.

- We found it inside.
- That's a good start anyway.

That means that we now know
he's a man who smokes cigars,

who dresses with elegance
and who is left handed.

We deduced it
from the wear on the glove.

Now we feed what we discovered into
the computer and get the result.

- Have you done that, yet? - Yes.
- Good, then we'll have a look.

This is an outline
of the man we are after,

reconstructed with an accuracy
of plus orminus 10%.

In a moment will follow
the first personal data.

Statistically speaking,

the description could fit about
150.000 inhabitants of this city.

Of those, most of the ones we feel
are the most likely, are in jail.

What're you waiting for?

Do you think it's easy to check
the alibi of 150.000 people?

I've got nothing to go on.
It's only a hunch.

But I'm sure that you really did
see the murderer's face that night.

- But I told you...
- Concentrate, Mr. Dalmas, please!

Try to rememberwhat you saw.

No, it's not use. I've run
through it over and over again.

I can't get it out of my head,
but I can't manage to pin it down.

Monica Ranieri
has left the hospital

and returned to her apartment
in the via Bruxelles, number35.

Can I go now?

- What floor?
- Third.

I'm really sorry, Mr. Dalmas,
but my wife can't see anybody.

She's under sedation at the moment.

You understand
afterwhat she's been through.

What did you want
to speak to her about?

Nothing much. I just wanted
to talk to her about that evening.

I'm convinced I saw something that
may lead to the attacker's capture.

I wanted to check what I remember
with what yourwife remembers.

My wife has already told the police
everything she knows several times.

I can see no reason for subjecting
herto that ordeal again.

I see.

- May I ask you a question?
- Certainly. - How tall are you?

Six feet one, I think. Why?

- Nothing, just curious.
- Anything else? - No.

I apologize if I've disturbed you.
Looking foryour cigarettes?

- Yes.
- Here!

Be seeing you, Mr. Ranieri.

- Didn't I tell you not to bet
that horse? - Yes, I know.

One's no good,
you gotta get two orthree to...

- First victim. - Right.
- Sales girl in an antique shop.

- She left at the same time and was
found murdered in a park. - Park.

It was a mile from the shop in the
opposite direction from herhome.

- First question. - What?
- Why so far away and in a park?

She could have gone to meet
herboyfriend. Second victim.

Atart, she was killed under a
bridge where she took her clients.

They suspected herpimp. His name's
Garullo, but his alibi is ironclad.

Where can I find this Garullo?

- You can't, he's in jail. At least
he was a month ago. - Great.

- Okay, numberthree.
- Numberthree.

- That was a student.
- Student.

- She was killed on her
way home from the movies. - Movies.

Okay?

Enough?

Okay, we start with the first one,
that antique shop.

- Good morning.
- Good morning. - Can I help you?

- Yes, I'd like to see something...
- You're interested in porcelain.

You have marvelous taste.
These peaces are beautiful.

Simply divine.

- How much is this one?
- Three hundred.

But I won't be unreasonable
about it. Not with you.

My goodness.

- Isn't this the shop where
that girl worked? - Pardon me?

The girl who was murdered.

The poor, poor girl.
What a terrible way to end.

- What was she like? - Lovely
girl. But a little unusual.

Yes, it was said
that she preferred women.

- I couldn't care less.
- Of course not. - I'm not racist!

I rememberthat night
as ifit were yesterday.

We hadn't made a sale all day!

Then just before we closed, we sold
a painting that was in the window.

- Did you make the sale? - No, the
girl did. I was checking the books.

And then she went out
without even say goodnight.

Soon after, they found her.

- What was the painting?
- It was strange.

Naive but macabre at the same time.
Would you like to see it?

- You still have it? - I've
only a copy, we took a photo.

I would like to see it.

I will show you.

Let me see, here it is!

- Can I borrow it? - No, we don't
normally allow that. - Please?

- Hey, what's wrong? - I don't
know, that painting. It bothers me.

What is it?

It's a photo of a painting that
somebody mixed up in the murderers.

Looks a little perverted to me.

Darling!

It gives me the shivers.

- Thanks, sergeant.
- Forget it. - Look!

- Something wrong, Miss?
- No, nothing, thanks.

- Good night.
- Good night, Miss.

No! No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

Tell me something.
Is it really necessary?

- What? - Running around
playing the detective?

Isn't it slightly ridiculous
and rather dangerous too?

- Nah!
- Thank you.

I feel I'm closerto the truth
than either one of us realizes.

What's happening to me? This damn
thing is turning into an obsession.

- Who is it?
- Morosini.

- Hello. How are things?
- Fine, come in.

For a minute out there I thought
I'd got the wrong address.

- Doesn't anyone else
live in this building? - No.

They're going
to tearthe building down soon.

My lease doesn't run out
till next week, so I'm staying on.

- Care for a coffee?
- Thanks I would.

In fact it's just what I need.
I've been up all night.

Thanks.

How come?

Here.

- When?
- Last night.

A blonde, 28, lived alone.

The usual blank wall. No clues,
no tie in with the otherthree.

The press is putting
two and two together.

They think they see a link
between the fourmurders.

- Giulia, this is
inspector Morosini. - Good morning.

Excuse me, I think we've met
somewhere before.

- No, I'm sure we haven't.
- Hey, look at this. - Not another.

As you may've suspected, there is
an ulteriormotive formy visit.

I would like you to come down
to headquarters with me.

- Why don't you just leave him
alone? - No. - Let me finish.

He isn't even Italian and
you're making him risk his life.

They tried to kill him. What makes
you so sure they won't try again?

You're blackmailing him,
you're hanging onto his passport

and at the same time you're
appealing to his humane instincts.

Shall we go?

Take care, won't you?

I'm sorry.

- Alright, now then.
- Now then, nothing!

I've gone over and over,
absolutely nothing.

I saw them struggling on the
mezzanine. That's as far as I get.

I can't think of anything else.
But I know there's something.

- Thanks.
- What are yourplans?

I think
I'll stick around for a while.

Need any help
foryourinvestigations?

- I thought I was being followed.
- Foryour own protection.

Yes, I would like some help.
I'd like to see that pimp Garullo.

- That's easy. - They've arrived
forthe television interview.

I'll make a fool of myselfin front
of millions television viewers.

- What'll you say? - I don't know,
I'll make up some spectacularlies.

That briefly is the situation.

Forthe moment I can only say
that we have certain information

which I am sure
will soon lead us to the murderer.

I urge all citizen to remain calm

and report anything suspicious to
the police immediately, thank you.

Get back to me as soon as you can,
let me know if you need anything.

Inspector Morosini?

- Hello? - I wanted you to know
how much I enjoyed yourtalk on TV.

- Who's this? - Who, but the
person you are so anxious to find.

- The unknown the city fears!
- Tape the call on Morosini's line.

You got no clue. Not a suspicion,
you know that and so do I.

It isn't right to trick the public.

I'm not scared, you'll have a 5th
murderbefore the end of the week.

Hello?

- Careful, it's heavy! - It's one
of the best example of cosmic art.

But we never stand still,

in some days we're opening a show
of sculptures and bass reliefs.

- You'll be changing everything.
- We'll replace everything. Yes.

- Mr. Ranieri? - Yes? - Would you
take a look to check the position?

Yes, I'll be with you. Will you
excuse me? Nice seeing you here.

Nice to see you, too.

I want to thank you
forwhat you did forme that night.

They said if you hadn't been there
that madman would've killed me.

I'm betternow, but...

It was so frightening that I don't
think I'll ever quite forget it.

- Please, come here. - Thank you.
- Not at all. - Good-bye, thanks.

What do you think
of placing it like this?

It's not perfectly vertical, but
from below you can see it better.

Yes, of course, you're right.

Yeah, she was my girl so long.

Where are you going?

- You said "so long".
- I always said that.

If I don't I stutter.

- I see.
- What do you wanna know?

I'm trying to help the police
find the killer.

That's good, so long.
But I don't know what to tell you.

They picked me up a week after
Rosita was murdered, poorkid.

There I am in jail and those girls
have to get along without me.

No protection, with that monster
loose on the streets.

- What've they got you in for?
- Nothing. I was framed.

They got it in forme. They say I'm
aiding and abetting prostitution.

But I'm innocent. Look at me,
do I look like a pimp?

Look me in the eyes, do I look
like a guy who exploits women?

I got nothing against accepting
present every now and then, right?

- Sure. Can you give me any help?
- It wasn't nobody in my bunch.

We don't play those games.

It must've been some rich guy.
You know, a gentleman.

They're the ones
who get those kind ofideas.

These guys have
a particular code ofhonor,

which is very different
from anything anybody else has.

- And this particular... - That
man's been following us forhours.

He's Morosini's man,
he's ourbodyguard.

It would appearthat this guy "So
long" has got kind of a harem...

- Hey, taxi!
- Well, I feel like walking.

"So long" expects everything
from women and nothing from men.

Stop!

No!

Run! Run!

All right, you wait here.

Go in there, it's me they're after.
When you get away, call Morosini.

- There's a guy with a gun
afterme. - I don't see anyone.

- There he is!
- Who is he?

Mrs. Johnson.

Excuse me, have you seen a man with
a yellow jacket and a blue cap?

- Yes, sir.
- Where did he go? - In there.

I gave his liver a good working
over. To the tenth I laid him out.

Yeah, I rememberthat.

It's about time we began talking
about some of the problems we face.

Pipe down, will you? There's the
problem of the insurance coverage.

The indemnity forpermanent
disability... Listen to me!

He had a glass jaw!

He died without consciousness.
Fractured spine and skull.

Do you think
you could recognize him?

I didn't see his face clearly.

I want every man at that convention
tracked down.

I want pictures, criminal records,
every particularyou can dig out.

I want two of ourtop men detailed
to coverthe two behind us,

they're to be watched
day and night.

I'm very sorry
to have got you into this mess.

Take my advice,
go back to the United States.

I feel that I'm getting closer
to the truth every minute.

The murdereris obviously
of the same opinion.

That's why he's trying to kill me.

The more he tries,
the more he risks discovery.

Stop,
let's see your driving license.

- We had great fun. - I'll arrange
things so we can stay together.

- I love you.
- Me too.

- Bye!
- Bye, Gina.

The sons ofbitches, they
really tried to get you, so long.

- Yeah. And I wanna find him.
- Sure, I'll help you, so long.

Let me think.

Yeah, that's it.
I know the guy foryou?

- Who? - He ain't cheap, but
there's nothing he doesn't know.

- Okay.
- Hey!

This is strictly between
you and me. No police, so long.

Don't worry.

Call the Caramba pull hall and ask
for Faina. Say "So long" sent you.

Elevator, get an elevator...

- Who are you?
- I'm Faina.

Faina! Come on in!

I couldn't just made five flights.
I gotta work out.

- Who's that? - She's a friend,
you can trust her.

- Here, sit down.
- No, thanks.

Now get this straight, I don't know
anything, I don't know anybody.

And I don't see anything!
What do you want to know?

The othernight a man tried to kill
me with a pistol and a silencer.

He got away
and went to the Lux Hotel...

- What's the matter? - This place
bugged? - No, now listen to me.

There was a convention of ex prize
fighters. He was dressed like one.

- You want to turn him in, right?
- No, I wanna talk to him.

Can't help you... Hundred.

- Hundred what?
- Hundred thousand. - Oh, yeah!

Oh, come on!

Here.

No, keep it.

Ten, twenty, thirty... hundred.

- When will I hearfrom you?
- Never.

Maybe tomorrow morning.

Hello?

Yes?

Get smarter, Mr. Dalmas. Take my
advice, mind your own business.

Stop playing detective.
It's not healthy.

That was a warning yesterday.
Wasn't it enough?

- What do you suggest I do?
- Go back to America.

Forget about the murders.
There is a limit to my patience!

- Who's speaking? - Is
the girl there with you? - Yes.

She's young and very beautiful,
would you like herto die?

Because if you don't drop
everything I will kill her!

Go back to America. Forget about
the murders. There's a limit...

Did you hearthat creaking sound?
I want to know what it is.

What makes a sound like that?
It's all we have to go on.

I'll find out.

Well.

What are you gonna do now?

I don't know. It was simplerwhen
I only had myself to think about.

Damn painting.
There's got to be a lead somewhere.

- Maybe the first victim looks like
the woman. - Too roughly drawn.

It could be anybody.

- Hello? - This is Faina,
I couldn't find out anything.

But if you're interested there's
an ex-fighternamed Needles.

He might know something.
Lives not farfrom yourplace.

- Via Angiolieri, 39.
- Via Angiolieri, 39.

Hello?

Anyone home?

Now look at it on the oscilloscope.

I wanted you to know
how much I enjoyed yourtalk on TV.

Right.
Now we'll listen to the other one.

Be smart, take my advice,
mind your own business.

Notice any difference
between the tapes?

The waves on the first machine are
different from those on the second.

Exactly, every human voice, no
matterhow well it's disguised

has a peculiarpattern ofharmonic
intensities in the vowel sound.

When we analyzed the vowel groups
of each of these two tapes,

we made an unexpected discovery.

The first registered at 5 decibels
on the lowerrange and 12 high,

while the second reading it only
barely registered to 4 and 10.

- The explanation? - The voices
don't belong to the same person.

- Are you sure?
- Absolutely.

- That means there are
two killers! - It would seem so.

Unless it's one trying to confuse
us by dragging a partnerin.

In that case, he was no doubt
the one who tried to kill you.

- The one you found murdered. - Now
we listen to the sound you gave us.

We isolated the sound and compared
it with hundreds of similar ones.

We've exhausted the field of sounds
produced by industrial machinery,

factories, demolition sites,
through to electric doors, cranes,

coin operated machines,
domestic appliances.

But so far,
we've been unable to equate it.

- What now?
- All we can do is keep trying.

Okay, thank you.

- Sorry I won't be around
forthe finish. - You're leaving?

Day aftertomorrow.
I've said that before, haven't I?

Forty pages in the last days. This
adventure started me writing again.

- Glad to hearit. - It's broken
me loose. Here, pack these too.

I'm writing frantically again.

- Whateverhappened to those leads
you were following up? - Nothing.

Listen to this.

This came overthe telephone.

It'd have been a great lead if we
could've figured out what it was.

Go back home. Forget the murders.
There is a limit to my patience.

- Is the girl there with you?
She's pretty... - Hold it!

Let me hearit again, will you?

Dalmas!
There's a limit to my patience.

- Is the girl there with you?
She's very... - Well?

I don't know,
it reminds me of something.

- I guess I'm wrong.
- Great!

Wait a minute.
Leave it, I'll do it.

I don't believe it!

- I just can't believe it.
- What? - That we're leaving.

Listen, why don't I take the tape?

If I think of anything
I'll call you.

I'll call you.

So long!

These are the last few hours
in this house.

Do you really love me?

- Sure. How much time
have we got? - How much what?

- How long till the plane leaves?
- Eight hours. Why?

That may be just enough.

What do you want to do now? Sam!

- Hello! Is this the Trouvaille?
- Yes.

I'm Dalmas, I borrowed the picture
of the painting of that murder.

- Yes, I remember
you were so charming. - Yes.

- Can you tell me the name of the
artist? - Sure, Berto Consalvi.

Berto Consalvi.

- Where can I find him? - He lives
in a town not farfrom here.

- It's about an hour and a half
by train. - What's the name ofit?

- Aviano. - Thank you very much.
- You're welcome, it's a pleasure.

I can just make it,
I've got to talk to that painter.

The first girl was murdered
just afterhe sold that painting.

There's gotta be a connection. I'll
be back in 5 hours. Finish packing.

There's no need to worry so long
as you don't leave the house.

Two detectives are watching the
door. Bolt it and don't open it.

- I love you. - I never should have
believed you. I'm a fool!

If you need anything, call
Morosini. You know the number. No!

- Thanks forthe lift. It would've
been some walk! - You're welcome.

Get out ofhere, the man's crazy.
You neverknow what'll happen next.

- Thanks forthe advice.
- Follow it!

If you wanna carry on, you don't
need to go looking forthe door.

He'd been walled up,
the whole building, doors, windows.

- There's got a way to get in it.
- It doesn't mean he'll let you in.

If yourface ain't right, he'd
tell you what you can do with it!

Consalvi?

Berto Consalvi?

- Go to blazes.
- I want to buy a painting.

- What do you want it for?
- Formy house.

Hey!

- Why did you wall up yourhouse?
- To keep out the busybodies.

Nobody gets in here unless I want
them to! Besides there are cats.

Who told you about me?

Nobody, I saw one
of yourpaintings. I liked it.

- What was it? - It was one
about a murdererkilling a girl.

I don't do that crap anymore.

I'm going through
a mystical period.

- I only paint mystical scenes.
- Why?

Why? Because I feel mystical.
Lfit's any of your damn business.

No, no, it's not.

- What was yourinspiration for
that painting? - You wanna eat?

Yeah.

That was a real story
a long time ago.

Thanks, that's fine.

- How long?
- Ten years, more orless.

A maniac got hold of a girl I knew.

He tried to cut herup.

I just stopped him in time.

They put him in an asylum forlife.

Genius!

Hey,
you want to buy a painting ornot?

- Do you?
- Yeah. Sure.

Come with me.

I got just the thing.
Early Consalvi, very rare!

Hey! Shut the window!

There you are! Got you!

Naughty Theodore.

Blasted cats, crafty creatures.

They always manage to find a hole
to slip through

and they're always away in a flash.

- Why do you lock them up? - The
less they move the fatterthey get.

- Why do you wanna them
to get fat? - Why?

I eat them.

- Oh, no! - What's the matter?
Don't you like cats?

I don't know. I never ate any.

Never, huh?

- Here, take this one.
Two hundred thousand. - Oh, no!

- No? Alright,
one hundred and fifty. - Oh, no!

- A hundred!
- Oh, no!

Fifty thousand!

Get lost!

- Hello? - You still mad at me?
- Where are you?

- I'm at the station in Aviano on
my way home. - How did it go?

I talked to him,
but I didn't go anywhere.

There's a railway strike, I'll be
about an hour and a halflate.

- What about the plane? - Don't
worry I'll be there in time.

- Everything okay?
- Yes. - Carlo phoned.

- He discovered something.
- What? - He didn't say.

I told him you had left and you'd
call him as soon as you get back.

Sam...

Sam.

Sam?

You won't leave this house alive.

Help! Help! Help!

Help!

Help!

Giulia? Giulia!

Giulia!

Sam?

- How do you feel?
- Alright. Did they get him?

No, he must've slipped out through
the cellar or something.

What time is it?

Just after 4:30.
You slept around the clock.

Peeping Tom, huh? So sorry!

You were supposed to call me,
you know? I've got news foryou.

The phone's been out of order.

I think I've finally figured out
what that cracking sound is.

- It's peculiar. - What is it?
- The call of the Hornitus Nevalis.

A magnificent bird with long white
feathers that look like glass.

What's so strange about it?

The only place in the world that
bird can live is Northern Siberia.

- Are you sure?
- Positive.

How about a drink? I deserve one.

It's almost impossible to keep one
of those birds alive in captivity.

There's only one specimen in Italy
and that has to be kept...

- What's the matterwith you?
- Wait a minute.

- You mean there's one here?
- That's what I try to tell you.

It's practically a miracle but
they're managing to keep one alive.

- Where? - Where else would you
keep a rare bird? The zoo.

- The cage is nearthe back
of the zoo. - It's quite a walk.

It's not farnow.
They have to keep it isolated.

It doesn't get along with the other
animals. They have to move it.

It can't even stand the smell
of them. There it is!

Ranieri! He called from his flat.
I remembernow.

The telephone's
right next to that window.

Monica!

Come on, Giulia!

- Open the door!
- Right, leave it to us!

Give me the knife!

- Don't shoot.
- Let her go. - There's no way out.

Give yourself up.

- You can't get away.
- Drop the knife. - No!

- Don't move. There is no way out.
- No!

Drop the knife!

Keep away from me.

Keep away!

- That's enough!
- What has happened?

- Where'd he get you?
- Giulia! Come on!

Save me!

Please! I don't want to die!

Help me! I don't want to die!

I can't hold him.

Yes, it's true, I'm the murderer.

I killed all of them.
Please, take care of my wife.

She tried to stop me.

I loved her.

Poor devil, I feel sorry forhim.

Morosini here,
put me through the homicide.

- Have you seen the girl I was
with? - No, she was behind us.

- Isn't she here? - No.
Have you seen her since then?

No, I haven't.

Thanks.

- Have you seen a girl with blond
hair? - She came down a while ago.

- Sure? Which way did she go?
- She ran offin that direction.

- With two others.
- Thanks.

His head busted open
like a watermelon!

Excuse me, have you seen a girl
go by in that direction

with blond hair and a gray raincoat
came down to about here?

Sure.

Have you seen a girl with
blond hair and a gray raincoat?

- I saw her going there. - In
that door? - That's what I said.

Thanks.

- This one here?
- Yes.

Carlo! Oh, my God!
What have you done with Giulia?

Answerme!

It was you!

It's the otherway around.

Like a knife in yourhand. You were
trying to kill yourhusband.

It was the otherway around.

That's what I knew I've seen!

Help me.

Help me.

Now you're going to die!

You're going to die!

You're going to die!
Like all the others.

Right, come on, quick. Now, one
at each end. That's it, now lift!

That's enough, hold it!
No, I'll pull you.

That's it. Are you alright?

- How did you find out?
- Giulia.

Giulia?

Yes, she'll be alright.
And you'll be alright too.

Come on, I'll help you up.

As inspector Morosini, in charge of
the investigations, had told you,

the final curtain fell on what
kept the city in a state of shock.

Monica Ranieri is in custody
at the psychiatric hospital.

Herhusband lost his life in a last
attempt to turn suspicion on him.

What lead this unbalanced creatures
to commit horrible murders?

Good evening. Sorry.

The person best qualified to answer
this question is Professor Renoldi,

the well known psychiatrist who was
our consultant during the inquiry.

- Please, would you explain?
- Certainly.

Forthe moment
we can only make conjectures.

Ten years ago Monica Ranieri, who
had evident paranoid tendencies,

was brutally attacked
and suffered a severe trauma.

Still, she recovered sufficiently
to return to a normal life.

Hermental disturbance remained
dormant forten years.

Until she came across a painting
which depicted the horrible scene.

Herlatent madness came to life
violent and irresistible.

She didn't identify herself as
depicted, but with her attacker.

In orderto explain
the behavior ofherhusband,

who attempted murder
to protect his wife,

we must assume that he suffered
from an induced psychosis.

He was influenced by his wife
to become homicidally psychotic.

I can hearhim saying it now: "Go
to Italy it's a peaceful country".

"Nothing everhappens there."