All language subtitles for Tenebrae.1982.ITALIAN.REM

The impulse
had become irresistible.

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

And so he committed
his first act of murder.

He had broken
the deepest taboo

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

Every human obstacle,

every humiliation
which stood in his way

could be swept aside

by this simple act
of annihilation: murder.

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

Certainly.

Thanks. Flight 840 to Rome.
See you at the check-in.

The flight arriving from Toronto
will be delayed.

Last call for Flight 840 to Rome,
boarding at gate eight.

Mr. Peter Neal,
leaving for Rome,

to the information desk, please.

Mr. Peter Neal
to the information desk, please.

I'm Peter Neal. You called me?

Yes, there's a call for you.
You can use that phone.

Thank you.

Hello?

Yes, yes. Listen, Jane...

Listen... yes.

I haven't called you
for two months because...

Yes. Jane, calm down.
Calm down, please.

I need to hang up.
My flight's been called.

I've got to go.

Tomorrow.
Yes, tomorrow.

I'll call you tomorrow.
Okay. Bye.

- Sorry.
- That's alright.

ROME

- How many were there?
- One.

- Is this the one, madam?
- No, darker.

- What's in your bag?
- Nothing.

- Come with me.
- Let me go.

I said come with me, please.

- Let go!
- Give me the bag.

- Can I see your receipt?
- I was on my way to pay.

You said you didn't have anything.

What's going on?
What do you want from me?

Can you come to my office?

- This way, please.
- Get your hands off me.

Elsa Manni, 12 convictions
for shoplifting.

You should have learned
by now.

We can make a deal.

It's only a book.
What's it to you?

I'll give you my address.

When you've finished,
you can come and see me.

Come on, let's make peace.
You're not gay, are you?

Where do you live?

Here in Rome.
Via delle Camene, number 14.

Via delle Camene. Okay.

Thanks.

The captain and his team
welcome you aboard.

We have just left JFK airport
in New York

for Leonardo da Vinci airport
in Rome,

and are scheduled to land
in six hours.

Hey, gorgeous!
Give me a kiss!

How are you?

My washing machine's broken.

- Are you okay?
- Yes, fine.

Fine, thanks.

It's time to die.

Time to die.

Time to die.

Did everybody
get all the material?

- Okay...
- Am I too late?

Did you get the material?

Peter! Peter!

- Peter!
- Tilde! Hello. How are you?

You look prettier
every time I see you.

Must be because you write
nice things about me.

It usually takes me
about a month to do research

and then about three months
to do the first draft.

- Hi!
- Hi, Tilde!

And then two months
for revisions.

Three books in a row means
working non-stop for two years.

Tenebrae is a sexist novel.

Why do you despise women
so much?

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

Your women are victims,

and your men,
with all their bullshit, are heroes.

If this isn't sexism...

Tilde, what's the matter with you?
You've known me for ten years,

since you were studying
in New York.

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

Well, let's see.

Would it help if I told you
that I've fought for equal rights?

Well done.
Now explain your books.

Do you believe what you write

or does your publisher
make you tell sexist stories

to sell more copies?

I've had an idea.

I'd like to set up a private interview
between you and Peter.

That way he can get to grips
with your magazine's politics.

He's just got here, so...

- What do you think?
- Okay.

- Good. I think it's time...
- Yes.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

We've got to go, unfortunately.

You're welcome
to drink the bar dry.

Thank you for your attention
and interest.

Call me tomorrow
and we'll set up a meeting.

Goodbye. Bye, everyone.

My mother's waiting
for you to call.

I will. I want to see her.

- You know you're getting mean?
- Good.

Those lesbians want your balls
because they don't have their own.

- What's that?
- My hat?

I bought it here. Like it?

- Isn't it hot?
- Try it

No, no.

- Doesn't it fall off?
- Fall off?

If you move quickly
doesn't it slip off?

Look!

- That's a miracle!
- No, it's a hat!

Tenebrae has been the number one
bestseller for 12 weeks.

- Twelve?
- Yes!

That's amazing. Amazing.

- Am I a good agent?
- Terrific, great, incredible...

Come on,
tell something nice about me!

Where's my secretary?

Anne's really something.

She found you an amazing house
in six days.

- She promised to come.
- She'll be here soon.

I didn't want the press
to see you with an entourage.

They love your books,
but hate success.

That's interesting.
Very interesting.

Bullmer, there was a guy
in the corner.

He was...
Well, he didn't actually say a word.

- The tall thin guy?
- Yeah, that's him.

Cristiano Berti.
He's a book critic on TV.

He is a big fan of yours,

and we've got an interview
on Thursday.

Gianni!

- Hey, Anne.
- Peter.

- How are you?
- Fine. You?

Really well.

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

- Pleased to meet you.
- How are you?

This young genius
will have my job one day.

For now, he'll be looking after you
during your stay.

How do you pay him?
In promises?

See you tonight, alright?

I've bought you a present.
It's in my bag.

- Oh, Peter!
- Just a little thing.

Oh, my God!

Who could have done this?

Come in. I'll take that.

- Mr. Neal?
- Yes, that's me.

Welcome.

I'm Chief Inspector Germani,

from Police Headquarters
here in Rome.

This is Inspector Altieri.

We didn't want to disturb you,
but the door was open.

- Right, Inspector?
- Yes, it was open.

Sorry, but a girl
was killed five hours ago.

Her name was Elsa Manni.
She was a kleptomaniac.

I wanted to ask if you knew her.

This is my first time in Rome.

She was attacked
in a really horrible way.

Her throat, her chest,
and she was suffocated.

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

Tenebrae?

So we thought we'd speak to you.

- Shall I get you a drink?
- Just water, please. Thanks.

- Can |I...
- Sure, go ahead.

We were about to leave
when you arrived.

I didn't know the girl.

Thank you.

- No.
- I'd offer you something,

but you don't drink
at work, do you?

I only drink at work.

- Neat Scotch, please.
- Okay.

Have you just arrived in Rome?

You mean do I have an alibi?
Yes.

My plane landed two hours ago.

Can I ask you something?

If someone's Killed
with a Smith & Wesson revolver,

do you interview
Mr. Smith and Mr. Wesson?

Thank you.

I've read all your novels
except this one.

I started it today.

The first murder is committed
with a barber's razor, right?

Please don't tell me who did it.

Elsa Manni was killed
with a razor

and suffocated with pages
from your book.

We found this on the floor.
It's for you.

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

Isn't that a sentence
from your book?

Yes, it is.

I don't want to harass you,
believe me,

or ruin your stay in Rome,

but we'll need your help.

- I'd like to keep the letter.
- Of course.

I think you'll receive
another one soon.

And then another one.

Please let us know
if this happens.

Very good.

Excellent whiskey.
We'll get out of your way now.

Inspector, give them a card,
please.

If anything happens,
anything at all,

call me on that number,
okay?

Wait a minute.

There is something... my bag.
It's in the bedroom, Gianni.

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

It certainly wasn't like that.

Hello? Hello?

Mr. Neal, can I go
and get you anything?

I don't know what got ruined.
Toothpaste...

I'll write you a list. Thanks.

- Do you mind if we take this?
- Please do.

Hello? Peter Neal speaking.

"Not anxiety or fear,
but freedom.”

You wrote these words.
Page 46.

"Freedom to strike again,”
Peter Neal.

Don't hang up.
We need to talk.

Peter Neal.
You taught me how.

You and me together.
We've only just begun.

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

Is she your girlfriend?

Maybe she'll be next.
I've got other plans.

You'll like them.

We need to meet. I could tell you...
explain about the books.

Oh, yes. We'll meet.

We'll meet soon, Peter Neal.

The girl you killed was...

How do you know?
Who's with you?

- Well?
- He got away.

I need a male assistant
who can run.

You don't.
Who would you have a go at then?

Massimo, when are you going
to take my picture?

Never.

Hey, he's cute.

He's vulgar and disgusting.

I love you, Tilde.
But no jealous scenes.

You promised.

He doesn't have anywhere to sleep.
I invited him to ours.

- Goddamn it!
- Hey, what's bugging you?

I thought we'd agreed.

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

Not your face, honey.
Not tonight.

Give me an hour,
then he's out.

See you later.

- Hey.
- Hit

You look like a turkey
on Christmas Eve.

How are things?

- If you've got an hour, I'll tell you.
- Okay.

Oh, God, Bullmer's friends
are a real drag.

And that dinner.

If there were Olympics
for bores,

those guys would win
the gold medal.

Time for bed.
I'll see you at ten tomorrow.

Anne, let's have one last drink.
It's been a tough day.

One!

- Are you coming up, darling?
- Get lost.

Come on.

Listen, you little hooker,

I wouldn't come near you
if my life depended on it.

You make me sick.

I drank too much.

I feel like throwing up.

If you have to,
do it somewhere else.

I feel sick.

Get your pimp to look after you.

You want to know how it went?
He was terrific!

Compared with him,
sex with you is pathetic.

- For a start...
- That's enough!

Fuck off! You hurt me.

One day, I'll...

Turn it down!

Pervert!
Filthy pervert!

Tilde?

Porter's lodge.
Alboretto speaking.

Good morning, Mr. Neal.

- Everything okay?
- Dad? |

There's a switch.
I'll come up.

Can I have 5,000 lire?

- What?
- I need 5,000.

Turn on the hot water
in 22.

The switch is either in the bathroom
or under the sink.

5,000?

Thank you.

- Good morning. I'm Maria.
- Hello.

You sounded different
on the phone.

That was my father.
Can I go in your bathroom?

- Of course.
- Thank you.

It's not there, is it?

- No, it's over there.
- Thank you.

Ah, there it is.

The switch must be
in the kitchen.

- You wrote Out Of Dawn?
- Yes.

It was terrific.

- You read it?
- Of course.

Look, it's here.

Interesting.

The bookshop on the corner
has all your books in the window.

Really?

You should go in.
The assistant loves you.

Sounds tempting.
One of these days I'll go.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- I'll be off, then.
- Bye.

You don't waste any time.

- She's just a girl.
- I noticed.

She was fixing
the water heater.

Your personal plumber.

I guess I must wait two hours
for a shower.

Do you know when I woke up?

No, when did you wake up?
At five?

Oh, you poor thing.

Is your pillow too hard?

I'll get you a feather pillow.

The pillow was too hard!

I'll get you a softer one.
I forgot. Sorry.

- It's on the top floor.
- Okay.

It's the second time it's broken.
I don't understand why.

The box is behind here.

Let's try and adjust it.

- Pass me the small screwdriver.
- Here you go.

- There. You bring that.
- Okay.

What about my typewriter?

- It's coming today.
- Good.

- When did this come?
- It wasn't there before.

- When?
- A minute ago.

"Sic transit Gloria Lesbi."

"Thus passes the glory
of Lesbos."

What does that mean?

It means our Killer
has studied Latin.

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

Lateral wound, 14cm,

diagonally from the carotid artery
to the shoulder blade.

Lacerated edges.

Hi, Doc.
It's nice to see you.

I don't like this place, though.
It's cold.

If it was warmer
you'd complain about the smell.

What can you tell me?

It was the same razor
that killed another girl six weeks ago.

The wounds are terrible.
Want to see?

No, I believe you.

The other girl had had sex
an hour before she was killed.

With somebody
whose blood was A-negative.

It doesn't mean
the lover was the Killer.

No, but often it's the case.

Golf ball typewriter,

complete with correction key,
at your service.

Perfect.

- Where shall I put it?
- There.

Hello?
It's Chief Inspector Germani.

Yes, Inspector?

Who's been killed?

- Mr. Bullmer, a drink?
- Yes, please.

You go ahead.
Don't worry about me.

- What about you?
- No, thank you.

Thank you, Angelica.

- Shall we sit down?
- Yes. Thanks.

I'd like to spend
half an hour with you.

- Here?

In the studio.
I was talking about the program.

I'd like to do
an in-depth interview.

They let me do it
about twice a year.

Okay. Of course.

So, Tenebrae
is about human perversion

and its effects on society.

What do you think are the effects
of deviant behavior on our lives?

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

Two of the victims are deviants...

Hold on.
Who says they're deviants?

One is gay. So what?

I mean, he's portrayed
as perfectly happy. His...

The killer's motivation
is to eliminate corruption.

The killer is insane.

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

What is aberrant behavior?

I was brought up
a strict Catholic.

- Were you?
- Yes, of course.

But I agree with abortion
and divorce.

That makes me aberrant
from a strict Catholic standpoint.

I see.

I thought this was
an afternoon show.

You really want to get
this heavy?

Well, I guess not.

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

Well, I really appreciate it.
That's a great compliment.

The studio's ready, Cristiano.

Okay. Shall we?

- It's down here.
- Thank you.

Hey, my hat!

There he is.
It's starting now.

It will last about half an hour.
Shall we take a stroll?

Peter's a sensitive man
and an interview's a delicate thing.

- Let's not disturb him.
- Isn't that Yves Montand?

- Yes.
- I thought he was taller.

Can I help you?

Peter has a busy schedule
and he's starting a new book.

- Are you a relative?
- I'm his agent.

Do you take 10%
for his conversations with the police?

Careful, I have feelings
like a real human being.

Your client holds the key
to this mystery.

These killings are like a tribute
to Peter Neal.

How much is 10%
of that tribute?

You know what,
I read lots of thrillers.

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

and I'm a detective.

And you never guess
the murderer?

Never.

Remember, if you have any ideas,
call me, okay?

You deal in fantasy,
I deal in real dead bodies.

Goodbye, Chief Inspector.

Goodbye.

- How did it go?
- Really well.

- I got his autograph.
- Whose?

- Yves Montand.
- And?

Could it be somebody I know?

I wish I'd never written
that book.

You don't mean that.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Mr. Bullmer left this for you.
I hope it works.

Well, if that one breaks...

- I'll come with you.
- Is that a proposal?

If you like.

If you need me
I'll be at home.

Off you go.

Jane?

That's Jane.

- Jane McKerrow?
- I'll bet anything it was her.

What's the dialing code
for New York?

No, it's impossible.
She's in New York.

She's never more than ten miles
from her shrink.

This is Jane McKerrow.
I can't take your call right now.

Please leave a message...

It was Jane!

She'd have called you,
if only to scream at you.

She must have come
to get you back.

- Or to apologize.
- Apologize for what?

For ruining your...
Oh, God. Nothing.

My bag?

You think it was Jane?
I never said anything.

I need to go. No more...

Do you think
it could have been Jane?

- Bye!
- Bye!

No.
I told you I don't care.

Do you get it?

Go to hell!

Bastard!

Is anybody home?

Is anybody home?

Help! Help me!

Is anybody home?

Help!

Oh, God.

Oh, God. Please help me.

There was a dog,
it attacked me...

Dirty little spy!

Dirty little spy!

No! Please!

What do you want from me?

"Sorry about the girl.

"I had to eliminate her
to continue my work.

"I will kill everybody
who disgusts me.

"The perverts and soon
the great corrupt or himself."

Me.

You must be careful.

This killer
is very well informed.

He knew you were coming.

He wrote to you
at your agent's office.

He knew it would be dangerous
to bring the letter to your home

because the girl, Maria,
lived in your building.

Do you need me
any more today?

No.

No, Mr. Neal, but...

...I'd like you to stay
in your apartment if possible

because this last message
threatens you personally.

Oh, I finished your book.
You know what?

I knew by page 30
who the Killer was.

That's never happened before!

I give up.

Looking through your address book
for a maniac is crazy.

Why me? Why?

Because I corrupted him,
so he says.

- Or she.
- Or she. Sure.

Try to eliminate...

Human perversion.

Cristiano Berti, the critic,
called Tenebrae

a novel about aberrant behavior
and human perversion.

He seemed obsessed by it.

Gianni, give me
that phone book.

B...

Via del...

Here!

The EUR district.

Cristiano Berti
lives three blocks from here.

Wait a minute.
This is paranoia.

Maria's body was found
in the EUR district.

Tenebrae is about human perversion
and its effects on society.

Those were his exact words
before we did the interview.

"Try to eliminate
human perversion."

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

You could tell
the Chief Inspector.

How would that help?

"Writer has an idea."

They would love that.

"Peter Neal
against the razor killer."

On the other hand...

...if Peter Neal...

...got it right,

that would be amazing.

The police are
all over the place.

10:15. They'll be gone soon.

The victim was
14-year-old Maria Alboretto.

What happened to her today
between 2:45 and 7:00

remains a mystery.

Meanwhile, the murderer
has sent another mystery letter

warning that
he'll strike again.

He says the next victim
will be someone he calls

"the great corrupt or”.

This news is confirmed

by the fact that many
politicians and businessmen

are leaving the city.

Jane?

Jane!

This is Jane McKerrow.
I can't take your call right now.

I last played
hide-and-seek aged six.

Be quiet!

- This is boring.
- Investigations are boring.

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

you've got a bestseller.

Look out!

Damn! He's in the house.

We've got to get out of here.

I'll go round the back.

Peter!

It was me.
I killed them.

Peter!

Quickly.

Get up.

We've got to get out. He's...

The killer has an axe.

He must still be
in the house.

- Come on, quickly.
- Oh, my head!

- What happened?
- I don't know.

I heard a noise, then...

Did you see the killer?

The light went off.
I can't picture him.

- Tall, short? What was he like?
- I don't know.

I didn't see anything
except the axe.

The Killer...
Cristiano must have known him.

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

Then he killed him.

All that blood!

You've got to tell the police.
This could solve the case.

I didn't see anything.

Just a dead man
with his head split open.

You know what I saw?

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

That's what I saw.

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

- You should see a doctor.
- No need.

I'm just dazed
and very confused.

Peter, maybe you...

Maybe we should go back
to New York for a while.

Anne, will you sleep here?

Keep me company.
I'll make up a bed.

I'll do it.
Of course I'll stay.

Six years and it's the first time
we're sleeping in the same house.

Jane was around
for four of those six years.

- How's your head feeling?
- My head?

How's my head feeling?
I didn't expect that question.

I'm embarrassed.

My head?

I'll pull through.

Peter, in the morning
we both forget about this, okay?

Nothing happened.
Nothing.

Nothing happened.

Peter?

- Thank you.
- Coffee, Mr. Neal?

Close the deal, then.

No, thank you.

Alright. Bye.

I am really upset
about Cristiano.

It's unbelievable.
Unbelievable.

Listen, I came to tell you...

I'm thinking of leaving Rome
for a couple of weeks.

Maybe I'll go to Paris.

You can't let me down now.

We're signing the contract
in two days.

Can't you stay until Friday?

My life is in danger.

No contract in the world
is worth that risk.

You're right.

You're right.

I'll book a suite for you
at the Florio, out of town.

Say you're going to New York,
and stay there until you sign.

It's a million-dollar contract,
you know.

Just you and I will know
where you are. It's safe.

Do it for me.

Yes?

Sir Donald Otley
is on line one.

- Where is he?
- London.

One moment.

What do you say?

I'll call you this afternoon.

As you wish.

Donald, how are you?

Hello? Hello?

Where is that old drunkard?

He said he'll call back later.

Tell him I'm not here.

Everything's alright.

I feel so mean.

Hearing his voice
while I'm hiding behind the door,

wondering if he knows about us.

No, darling. No.

It will be over very soon,
I promise you.

Jane.

- Will I see you for lunch?
- Yes. Same place?

Piazza Arduini at one.

I'm not going back
to that house.

I can't.

You don't have to, Gianni.
You can wait outside.

The lights went out.

Somebody switched them off.

Not Cristiano.
I heard him screaming.

Idiot!

Stop. Stop here.

I feel like walking.
See you there later.

Okay.

I called you
because I want to look around

before the magistrate
has the seals removed.

Is it the same killer?

I think so.

But he used an axe
with Berti and Maria.

Has he sent you
his usual letter?

- He will.

You said that you only met
Mr. Berti twice.

Yes, at the press conference
and the interview.

"Peter Neal,
analysis of obsession."

"Peter Neal, aberrant behavior,
the novels."

- "Peter Neal, personal."
- Personal?

"Born in Rhode Island.
Graduate of Yale University.

"Practicing Catholic." Look.

"Tall. Piercing gaze.

"We looked at each other,
but I didn't speak."”

Good heavens.

Somebody else
who was interested in you.

- Can we go outside?
- Sure.

- Bless you.
- Thanks. I'm allergic to dust.

What happened to your head?

It's being done in by this case.
Strange that yours isn't.

One thing's for sure.

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

Last time we talked,
I was a little sarcastic,

but we really need your help.

I've been thinking about this business
as you asked me to,

and as I do for my novels,

and I've got the feeling
that something is missing.

Something doesn't fit.

Somebody who should
be alive is dead

and somebody who should
be dead is alive.

What does that mean?

In one of his books
Conan Doyle wrote,

"When you have eliminated
the impossible, whatever remains,

"however improbable,
must be the truth."

- The Hound Of The Baskervilles?
- Yes.

The impossible in our case

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

In The Hound Of The Baskervilles,

the impossible
was a giant ghost dog.

The improbable in this case,
as in the book,

is similarly strange,
unimaginable...

...but possible.

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

- Mr. Neal.
- I have to go.

I'm a voracious reader
of your books, Mr. Neal,

and I'd like to think
you'll write many more books

for me to enjoy.

So I guess what I'm asking
is selfish.

Could you leave town today?

Yes, that's what
I'm about to do.

Good. Let me know
where you're going.

FOR YOU, JANE

Thank you.

You've pissed me off. I've had enough.
I'm saying goodbye.

So you're here, you bastard.

Get off me!

I'm saying goodbye.

You think you're
some sort of superwoman.

Know what that means?
I'm leaving you.

I've had enough. Bye!

Come on.
Were you hiding?

- Bye.
- Bye.

What...

What's going on?

- Passport?
- Passport?

Passport... passport!

Okay. The bank's wired money
to the Raphael in Paris. I've booked.

Excellent.

Hello?

- The Chief Inspector.
- No.

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

Is there anything I can...
Alright.

Goodbye.

He wanted to know
if you'd left.

He said something happened
and he was worried.

- Hello.

Anne's driving me
to the airport.

Okay.

I'm going back to that house.

I think it holds the key
to everything.

If I can remember
and visualize it.

- Where are you going?
- Top secret.

Sorry, but if no one knows...

Sure.

I hope to see you again soon.

I'm really sorry
that you had to get caught up

in this business.

I haven't enjoyed it,
but I'm glad we've met.

I hope to see you again
when it's over.

- I'll come down with you.
- Let's go.

I killed them.

I killed them all.

Cristiano...
But how...

I killed them all.

He's the murderer.

So...

So who killed him?

Hello?

Anne, I'm sorry.

- I wanted to speak to Peter.
- He's gone already.

I've done some things...

It's like there are two Janes inside me
and sometimes the other one...

Where are you, Jane?
In Rome?

Yes. Help me.
I don't want to kill myself.

Where are you?
I'll come round.

In a little villa
on Via Appennini, number 11.

I'll be there in half an hour.

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

Please come.
I want to explain...

Explain...
why I did those things.

Who are you arresting?
I'm innocent.

- Stay still!
- What are you doing?

Leave me alone.
I've got nothing to do with it.

- How many times?
- Two, three?

Two or three times.

Wait here.

Okay. Good grief.

Who's that woman?

The maid at the house
that Bullmer rented.

She's Filipina and has lots
of interesting information on him.

For a start, Bullmer had
a steady girlfriend.

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

You question her.

The murderer has killed again.

I've got to go.

See you later.

Have you got anything
of Mr. Bullmer's?

Yes.

Thank you very much.

Goodbye.

This way, madam.

Anne?

Is that you, Anne?

Anne?

Anne...

I didn't know...
I didn't know that Anne was...

No!

No, don't look.
Stay back.

When you have eliminated
the impossible,

whatever remains,
however improbable,

must be the truth.

Bullmer's maid
told Inspector Altieri

that he'd had an affair
with your fiancée.

Altieri made a rash move

and came over here
by herself to check.

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

It cost her her life.

I don't know
if I should hate or pity you.

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

I know.
That would've been impossible.

When I realized Cristiano Berti
was the Killer...

It didn't take me long
to realize.

The rest, Chief Inspector Germani,
was like writing a book.

A book!

Perfect revenge.

You kill the Razor Killer,
but you let him live long enough

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

The two people you hated most.

- Come on, get up!
- No.

Go on, turn round!
You know the routine.

Get up, quickly.

Go on.

No! Stop! No!

No! Peter!

It's not working.
I'll call from the car radio.

Don't stay here.

- Wait.
- Come on. Let's go.

Come on.

Okay. Be quick.

Peter...

Peter... it can't be...

I didn't want
to believe it either.

Not until I got a telex
from Interpol this evening.

When Peter Neal was a boy
in Rhode Island,

a girl he knew
was stabbed to death.

He was accused
but there wasn't any evidence

and he wasn't even charged.

But if it was him...

...he committed an act
which marked his mind forever.

There's a sentence
in his novel...

"He didn't feel anxiety or fear,
but freedom.

"Every humiliation
which stood in his way...

"...could be swept aside

"by this simple act
of annihilation: murder."

No!

Calm down,
it's all over now.

Don't move.
Wait for me here.

It was fake.