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"The past does not exist as already so much has passed.

The future does not exist because there's much more to come.

Therefore only the present exists but it is

composed of the past and present...

in how they encounter each other."

It looks like it's stopped raining.

Come on.

No, we're returning home before it starts raining again.

One, two, three, four...

...five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve...

- Come on Federica, it's late. - I lost my place!

Thirteen...

- Watch out for the gear shift. - Okay, I'm watching.

- Now you've turned on the lights. - Sorry.

- That's the window wipers! - This car is too small for this.

You said it.

It's suffocating, let me get some air.

Come on.

Last call for Air France flight...

I'm here, quick!

- Watch where you're going. - Leave him be, he's drunk.

Well he shouldn't drink!

We've already heard from players like Rivera, Riva, Boninsegna, and now we'll ask Chinaglia...

...explain to us what your attitude was...

...during the threatened soccer strike.

- Well I think it... - Tell it to the public.

They're all anxious to hear about it.

Most players earn little.

Only the big names earn a lot.

For the majority of us there's the risk of finding ourselves with nothing in our hands.

And the important players backed by their status and prestige...

...they want to protect the weaker ones.

I think this is a laudable attitude on the part...

- What a drag! - Sarah, don't speak with your mouthful.

This terrible crime was discovered around 18:30.

A girl of 17 was raped and killed by a maniac.

The girl was a French student: Francois Pigaut.

- Oh my god. - Isn't that your friend?

A little girl of 7 raised the alarm.

Shortly after the police arrived and surrounded the park.

The police carried out a search...

...but thanks to the downpour managed to escape.

The forensic police summoned by inspector Berardi...

...have initiated their investigation which will reveal the identity of the killer...

...the major obstacle is the heavy rain which may have washed vital clues away.

A partial reconstruction of the crime suggests...

...that the girl was killed on a hill top covered with tress...

...and her body with multiple stab wounds...

...rolled halfway down the incline.

The scratches on the girls face and legs supports the hypothesis.

Looks like a rubber sole.

Everyone wears rubber soles when it rains.

Inspector, I found this record beside the books.

On it's written: "Je t'aime. Frangoise" dated today.

What is it? Pop music?

Tchaikovsky, D minor concerto. Not a bad recording either.

So far the police have little evidence in hand...

...only a switchblade knife presumed to be the murder weapon...

...and a statement from a witness who saw a man escaping...

...from the park by climbing over a wall...

...while the police were arriving.

When I heard the rain coming down again I went to shut the window.

Therefore I saw it all.

Well, it was getting dark and from the third floor...

...so I saw everything I could see, not much.

He looked like he was afraid as if someone was chasing him.

- Go on. - The way he went over that wall he must have been young.

- It's bitter. - The...

- Go on. - He was clearly wearing a raincoat.

I mean, he was wearing a beige coat.

You know?

The prints found on the knife are very clear - You think that'll help?

They're checking the prints against the ones on file.

- A wasted effort I'm afraid. - Why?

For me the killer can be only one of two types...

...either a person who was seized by a sudden impulse and in all probability has no record...

...or a sex maniac and in that case...

He would have wore a pair of gloves or made an effort to erase the prints.

We found these tickets in the girls pockets and the books she was carrying.

Every subway and bus ride she took in the last three weeks.

None of these tickets carry the date of that fateful Friday afternoon.

Five wounds inflicted with a sharp weapon, two fatal.

The first three were upward thrusts...

...the last two were downward while the victim was already falling.

- Any traces of sperm? - No, I would exclude any sexual violence.

The victim defended herself and superficially scratched her aggressor.

Underneath her nails I could only find traces of human skin tissue which can't help us precisely

...it only establishes that her killer wasn't black.

On the body of the girl there's obviously traces of mud.

Now we are trying to find out what caused these spots on her jacket.

We are ready for the spectrographic examination.

The spots on the girl's jacket were caused by vinpelle.

The stains are recent. Here's the cleaners confirmation of returning the garment on Friday.

Let's try to reconstruct the day of the crime.

We're sure the girl knew her killer well.

A girl of her class doesn't follow a passer by and isn't likely to be picked up by one either.

- Does this make sense to you? - I thoroughly agree.

- It's too sugary. - But...

Probably that Friday she had a date with someone.

The record with the dedication was obviously a gift for the person...

...which she had an appointment.

We reckon that day she went to take the subway...

...when someone she knew offered her a lift.

How do you justify that idea?

We know she meant to take the subway from her school friend.

Who had accompanied her to San Babila

I deduced that she hadn't taken it because there's no ticket dated for that day.

At that point she got into the car.

And it had been raining all day and her coat was wet.

So it was stained with the vinpelle seat covers.

- Continue. - The driver of the car gave her a lift as far as the park.

Or perhaps they stopped and got out of the car nearby.

She may have wanted to go for a walk or the murderer may have suggested it.

If that's the case she would have left her books and the record in the car.

She lived 50km away from the park...

...which means the gift wasn't for the man in the car...

...and that she wanted to be let out because she had an appointment in the park with someone else.

- Right. - Exactly, she would have left her record in the car if she wasn't meeting anybody.

- How is it? - Good.

It could be that Francoise was early because of the lift...

...so the man offered to keep her company...

...until the man arrived who she had an appointment with.

No, I'm from Tuscany and these aren't strong enough for me!

It would seem the killer is either the man who gave her a lift or the one she was waiting for.

It was certainly one or the other who tried to take advantage of her, the girl resisted.

In the struggle she dropped her books and the record.

She must have threatened the killer and said she would report him.

So the man panicked. He took out the switchblade...

...and killed her.

If the man in the car is not the one who she was meeting...

...then why hasn't the innocent one come forward?

Maybe it was neither one of them, a third person. A maniac or god knows who.

Then we pray for a miracle.

Or "Chasing rainbows" as our newspapers have written.

Would you like a coffee?

- Hello. - Good morning. - Hello all. - Good morning.

- Ciao. - Ciao. - Ciao. - Good morning.

Bring it up with the dolly. Slowly until the signal.

Lower the giraffe.

- How's the hand? - Good, thanks to you. - I treated you well.

- We're recording. Ready Sandro? - Yes.

- Is the ampex ready? - Ampex ready.

Raul, wipe his sweat.

- Ready three, ready two, ready... - Thanks.

One.

At the end of the third tone we'll go for a take.

Athletics. Discus.

A remarkable throw today broke records thanks to the American Ted Bryan...

I know who the killer is. My name is Gabriella Giusti.

The inspector is in a meeting. You'll just have to wait a bit.

Wait? But why? If you'd just listen to me the case will be solved.

I bring you the name of the guilty and you fairies just wait around!

- Here. - Thanks.

- How is it? - Good.

As I understand it at the exact moment of the crime you were in the park too with a young man...

...and saw the face of the killer,

Yes, and for days I've been trying to remember who it was.

I was sure I'd seen him before.

I went over to a friends to watch TV and I accidentally discovered who the killer was.

You see, I don't have a TV set. It bores me.

Are you sure you're not mistaken?

Can I phone my lawyer?

Yes, speaking.

I understand.

That's ugly business but stay calm. I'll be right over.

- Coffee? - Yes, thanks.

- I've found this. - I guess it's been in the police that makes me prefer light grey raincoats.

Sandro thinks so too but he must wear that dark one at the moment.

I had to send his grey coat to the cleaners. It was splattered with mud.

Alessandro Marchi.

Have a good look at him!

Take a good look at him, ladies and gentlemen of the court.

He is accused of murdering a 17 year old girl...

...Frangoise Pigaut, after trying to rape her he killed her in the most brutal manner.

Stabbing her five times with a switchblade knife.

What feeling can you have for this man? Perhaps only pity.

But that is not the reason we are here. Our purpose is to see that justice is done...

...before mankind and before god.

The result of our interrogation and the various statements you have heard...

...against this man is irrefutable proof, it's crushing.

I will summarise it briefly for you.

Observing the print of the index finger...

...you can easily detect a white mark indicative of a scar.

The scar is even more evident in this enlargement.

Comparing the prints on the knife with Marchi's...

...the similarity is unmistakable...

...which has been confirmed by police experts.

Therefore the prints found on the knife...

...could have only been made by Alessandro Marchi.

Furthermore the Marchi's car seat covers vinpelle...

The stains on the girls jacket are from the same material.

Three witnesses have declared...

...that the killer wore a beige raincoat...

...and the accused has a raincoat of exactly this colour.

Which he was in a great hurry to send to the cleaners because it was splattered with mud.

Unfortunately this precaution proved useless.

The material of the coat absorbed enough mud...

...which was sufficient for a spectrographic analysis...

...which confirmed that the soil found in the material...

...is of the same kind found in park where the girl was killed.

It contains Zinc, calcium and caladium...

...which permit easy identification.

What is more, Alessandro Marchi knew the victim well.

Frangoise Pigaut had visited the Marchi's house often...

...to study with Sarah Marchi...

...and attended the same artistic school as the daughter of the accused...

...at times she even spent the night at their house.

This is another reason...

...why Alessandro Marchi, once rejected and threatened...

...had to kill her to silence her.

And if all that wasn't enough...

...there is the testimony of signora Giusti...

...who was at the park where the crime occurred...

...and recognized the man running away as Alessandro Marchi...

...who has no alibi for that Friday afternoon.

"I was walking the streets", And he expects us to believe him!

It's very rare for such obvious tests to produce so much crushing and damning evidence...

...accumulated against a person accused of homicide.

Therefore ladies and gentlemen of the jury it is up to you, it is your duty...

to condemn this man to life imprisonment for such a frightful...

...cruel and absurd act.

The proof is irrefutable and points directly all to one person.

It all points to only one person.

The proof indicates the accused, it indicates Alessandro Marchi.

The court is adjourned and will reconvene at 10:30 tomorrow morning.

When you left to Paris to study I didn't think the time would ever pass.

I've loved you ever since I was a little girl but you never even noticed me.

That's not true.

- I remembered you. - Ah yes? - Yes.

You had short hair and you were going to Suardi.

I had long hair and went to Petteni.

Exactly, you had long hair and you wore it down to your shoulders.

I remember very well, you were like Lady Godiva.

I always wore braids my mother made me.

- Now we really know each other. - It's never too late.

- You want to hear the echo? Sarah! - Giorgio!

Thanks for the favor.

- Why thank me? I only told the truth. - Perhaps it wasn't?

- Well I swore to it in court. - You did.

Maybe fables become facts under oath.

Look, isn't it beautiful?

Thanks for been with us. Your mother set her heart on it today.

On our family coat of arms there is the motto: "Born a bastard to become a king".

I'll never get a crack at the king...

...but on the other hand I wasn't lucky enough to be a bastard.

- No of fence, Dad. - Giorgio, aren't you going to invite me in for a drink?

If it amuses you...

Nice place, quite clever how you've arranged it.

Started working on the difficult things eh?

- I suppose you've come to preach again eh? - Excuse me.

Of course it's not your fault. You've always been top of the class in everything.

How the world has changed.

When I was a lad places like this were the servants quarters.

Today they house youthful protesters with bank accounts.

Sharp and witty, there Dad!

Only I don't ask for anything that's yours. I don't even consider it.

For me it doesn't exist and that bothers you.

Sure, but the money left to you by your uncle Giorgio has made you comfortable...

...and it is a reality to you just as mine is to me.

That's true. That conditions me.

But in the end what does it change?

I would be conditioned anyway, one way or the other.

The concept remains the same though.

All that surrounds me and everything you and people like you have taught me...

...gives me a sense of uselessness and sickness.

For another way of saying it... It's all a load of shit!

Your language is too colorful but what you mean is precise.

Sure, for a common man your one of the lucky ones you've got it all.

But in reality you're in desperate straits, you're a derelict...

...and you can't lift a finger to rise above your despair.

Another Whiskey?

Yes.

Don't worry. Of course I'll bring that up.

We've already agreed on that.

No you'll see, everything will go well tomorrow.

Ciao.

Now we will cross examine some of the arguments made by the prosecution.

The prosecution has affirmed that the prints found on the knife...

...are those of Alessandro Marchi and it is true.

Nobody can deny it.

But don't forget the accused made a precise declaration which I want you to recall.

Yes, it was my knife but it was stolen from my car...

...along with the radio, a black leather bag and a pair of gloves two weeks ago.

If you remember well that I called to your attention a detail...

...of great interest and importance.

Which our most worthy prosecutor has chosen to neglect.

Over the prints of the accused there is clearly...

...a second set of prints which experts have identified of been made by pig skin.

It is obvious that the killer used wild boar gloves...

...as the grip from the gloves is found superimposed over the prints of the accused.

As for the dark spots which you recall were found on the girl's jacket...

...I presented a report prepared from official Ministry of Transport statistics.

28% of all Italian cars use black vinpelle seat covers.

Therefore in Lombardy alone there are... Excuse me, I want to be precise.

There are 326507 cars with that seat covering.

The number justifies the many inconveniences in traffic that we all the suffer.

But we must continue the examination of the key points...

...that the prosecution has defined as crushing and definitive.

First, the man from the third floor window saw...

a man climbing over the wall of the park...

...cannot even be taken into consideration.

We all know that in public parks we have Voyeurs thieves, homosexuals, perverts. They roam free.

The sort of people at the slightest smell of a policeman would have to leave as quickly as possible.

On the other hand the defense have presented witnesses who swear...

...to have possibly seen the killer...

...totally different in description to Alessandro Marchi.

I was passing the park on the way to a bar.

Suddenly I heard the police sirens and then...

...saw the police cars enter from the south gate of the park.

So I went into the park out of curiosity.

I wanted to see what was happening.

A Blonde young man in a blue raincoat...

...literally ran into me.

He seemed upset and it was obvious he was running away from something.

He got into a dark green car and drove off.

- Thanks for the favor. - Why thank me? I only told the truth.

And now we come to the coat splattered with mud.

It has been established beyond doubt by special examination which I now include for the record...

...the land surrounding chemical industries...

...often carry traces of Zinc, calcium and caladium.

Therefore the accused declaration...

...as for why the raincoat was splattered...

...in another adjacent Zone to the industrial park...

...it is quite feasible as the court will verify with this chemical analysis I've presented.

As far as the testimony of the prosecution's key witness the Mrs...

...my mistake, Miss Giusti...

...I believe I can sufiiciently prove her her credibility or rather incredibility.

- With your permission your honour. - Proceed.

Would you please remove the make up from the corner of your eye.

You wear glasses don't you, miss?

Yes, that is sometimes. You know?

I'm a little short sighted. Contact lenses hurt my eyes.

One more question: Have you ever met the accused personally before this trial?

- No, but... - No?

Then you didn't know the accused wore a toupee for his television appearances.

No, but that day in the park he was wearing a hat.

You can't see a toupee under a hat.

But that Friday in the park not withstanding the twilight...

...for obvious reasons wasn't wearing her glasses...

...was still able to recognize the accused with his hat pulled down...

...as the fleeing killer.

Yes, it was him.

I have already informed the court of the tests I personally conducted...

...in the presence of inspector Berardi and the investigating magistrate...

...which proves the reliability of Miss Giusti's...

...testimony which identified Alessandro Marchi on the 26th of April...

...as the man she saw running in the park after murdering Frangoise Pigaut.

Out of the ten experiments carried out...

...the witness recognized the accused three times...

...three times was uncertain, and four times was mistaken.

At this point it must be evident...

...that the crushing evidence presented by the prosecution must come tumbling down.

Or at the very least created grave doubts in your minds.

Yes, I know there is still one obscure point remaining...

One might ask: Where was Alessandro Marchi on that infamous Friday?

I can prove that my client has an air tight alibi.

And for that reason I want to interrogate Anna Bellini.

I object! This procedure is highly irregular!

Also doesn't it seem a bit strange that Mr. Marchi has waited until this hour to explain where he was.

For an innocent person there is always the hope he want have to reveal certain facts..

...that may compromise him...

...and Alessandro Marchi is innocent!

Your honour the accused has desperately sought to avoid exactly that...

...to defend his position without dishonoring his family...

...and this is no crime.

...the court is retiring to chambers to consult over this new motion.

Poor papa. He's the only one who loves me truly.

- Get me a cigarette, please. - Where are they? - On the table.

Goodness knows how it will end. Perhaps they'll condemn him.

- You came here to avoid thinking about it didn't you? - I know.

Though it's strange that now I'm the one who needs to love him or someone.

- Are you sure that your not looking for a justification? - I don't think so.

I'll put a record on for you.

Francoise had everything...

...perhaps she had all the affection and security I never had.

She was in love too.

He lives around here but she never introduced me to him.

She didn't even speak about him.

It was like she was afraid to introduce him to anyone.

They met in France last year.

Giorgio!

When was the last time you saw Mr. Marchi?

Friday. The afternoon the French girl was killed.

Our records show the date exactly.

- Could you cover yourself, please? - Sure. - Yes.

What did the accused buy that afternoon in your store?

One black silk dressing gown.

I suggested the white one but he preferred the black number.

Can you recall what size it was?

- Fourteen. - Is that the dress size of your wife Mr. Marchi?

Did you present your wife with that gown? Then who was it for?

In view of the defendants reluctance...

...to answer I see no point in granting an extension of this trial as the defence has requested.

Sandro, this is the moment to say where you were that afternoon.

Nothing could be worse than letting everyone believe...

...including your wife and daughter that you're a murderer.

- You have to talk. - Your right, Giulio.

That Friday...

...as I do every Friday I went to visit Marta Clerici.

I got there about 15:00, 15:30 at the latest.

I had a gift for her, the dressing gown I bought.

As usual she had one drink too many.

- Are you going to open it? - Yes, but later.

It's an excuse to pretend you're here when you're not. God, I was drunk last night.

The glass she always carried broke and cut her hand.

It bled a lot.

- I remember it well. - So that's how you got blood on your shirt.

"Marta Clerici. Profession: Good for nothing."

"Alone, rich and free."

She could be anywhere her rich friends have invited her to.

When the milk's left on the door...

I'm left holding a 4500 lire bill for weeks at a time but with her I'm calm.

Have you any idea when you last delivered milk to her?

I can tell you precisely what day it was. I record it all.

Wednesday, Thursday, Friday...

Here we are: Friday the 26th of April.

- Thanks that's what I wanted to know. - Inspector, just a moment.

That's the morning I found the milk from the day before.

Therefore I think she must have left Thursday.

How did you find the shirt after all this time?

His wife hadn't threw it away or sent it to the cleaners.

It was locked in a chest. She probably forgot about it.

- It reacts to this. - Well?

Group B RH negative. The blood group of Francoise Pigaut.

Are you aware of the responsibilities that you assume...

...under oath and swear to tell the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

- Say "I swear" - I swear.

- Wiith your permission your honour. - Proceed.

Mrs Marchi is it true, on the evening of Friday the 26th of April...

...your husband returned home with his shirt spotted with blood...

...and told you it was from helping an injured employee at the studio?

- I don't remember. - Then tell us who possessed that bloody shirt the police found in your home?

- I don't... - Wasn't it you who hid the shirt when the police made their first search?

- Or do you want us to believe that the shirt doesn't belong to anyone in your family? - I...

On that shirt are the initials A.M. Alessandro Marchi.

And the blood found on the shirt belongs to the same blood group as Francoise Pigaut.

Will you tell us what you know or not?

Your silence is more eloquent than any reply.

"Alessandro Marchi condemned to life imprisonment."

- Give me "La Notte", please? - Here you are, sir.

- Finally we're free. - Yes but I wish we could have done it a different way.

What do you mean? No way could be better for us.

We ought to send a letter of thanks to the prosecutor.

Even though I did lose the case. It wasn't my fault.

The case has made me a big lawyer but the best thing of all is that I'm here with you.

- If I hadn't saved that shirt... - It was a beautiful affair!

We would have had to go on meeting in secret and a killer would still be walking free.

Don't say that, I can't believe that Sandro...

Sandro. Sandro, Sandro, Sandro...

- No there's too much light darling. - But I like to see you when we make love.

- You frightened me. - You have no reason to be frightened.

- It's late I must go. - It's best that we don't see each other for a while.

You've got another girl, right?

I'll call you if you want?

It's Sarah.

Where has she been till this hour is what I'd like to know.

She becomes prettier each day...

- What do you mean? Are you beginning to like little girls? - No.

I wonder how she's going to take it. Sooner or later she's going to find out about you and I.

I don't want to think about it now, I'm too happy.

I adore your mouth.

I've got to go, it's late. I've got to be up at the crack of dawn...

...and be in court by 8:00.

- Good evening sir. - Fill her up. - Sure.

Here's another.

Loredana Minucci, prostitute, 26 years old. 5 stab wounds.

Two were fatal. No finger prints were found on the knife either.

It's just a beautiful business.

I was expecting it. A suspicious resemblance to the Francoise Pigaut case.

And "there's an innocent in jail"?

Well that one kills a poor hooker, you murder a virgin.

You know what they ought to do? Give a free hand to the fruits they don't hurt anyone.

Hang on.

But... what do you expect? Are you crazy?

- Can't you take a joke! - What's going on in there?

Who's picking on who?

At least this time they can't say it's papa who killed that whore in the park.

- Sarah! - Why? Because I called her a "whore"?

- Or that papa might be innocent? - What are you saying?

You almost sound glad that he's in prison.

Well, it isn't easy discovering that you've been betrayed for all that time...

...and by a man you trusted too.

You play that role quite well.

Hello? Giorgio?

No! Since the prostitute was murdered you think it's the same killer who went for the French girl?

But the knife used to kill her was like the one used to kill Pigaut.

- And the scene of the murder is the same too. - Why couldn't it be?

In theory they could be...

...but there's a fundamental difference between the two crimes.

- Getting cold. - Excuse me.

- It's freezing. - I said. - Summarizing...

The first one was a well-to-do girl, the second one was a common prostitute.

In the first case the motive was clearly sexual...

...but not in the second.

It's enough to pay for having that woman, to kill her was not necessary.

How's the investigation going, inspector?

Well, the last ones to see her were two of her co-workers.

The Minucci girl left her usual beat...

...with the excuse she had a date. She wouldn't tell them anymore.

Her two colleagues declared...

...that another car pulled out and followed her car...

...but can't say for sure if it was a coincidence or not.

Please Giulio, Get me out of here.

I'm doing all I can to speed up your appeal...

- ...but it takes time, you know? - I don't know if I can take it any longer.

- It's all incredible. - Courage, everything will be alright in the end.

Here, sign this.

Good day, Master Giorgio.

It took an occasion like your birthday to bring you back to us.

How are you getting on at school?

- Mamma, I haven't been to school for two years. - Really?

Perhaps it will do you good to get away from here for a while.

This tiresome provincial life saddens so many.

Especially the young.

You could return to France, to Paris.

You've been there a long time. You've got many friends there.

Look, it's like the cakes you had when you were a child.

Happy Birthday.

"IN THE CURRENT WORLD EVERY CULTURE BELONGS TO ONE GIVEN CLASS.

THE ART FOR THE ART, THE ART ABOVE THE CLASSES DOES NOT EXIST"

Inspector, there' a man on the line who insists on talking to you.

His voice is disguised but he says he is the killer of the two girls.

- Trace the call on the switchboard. - I've already thought of it.

Inspector Berardi. Who's speaking?

Your speaking to a smart killer, Mr. inspector.

...one smarter than all of you.

I've already killed twice and got away with it and I'm gonna get away with it again.

I'm going to kill again, inspector. I'm going to kill again soon.

Hello? Hello?

The call was too short we couldn't trace it.

It's incredible.

The nearest possibility of another murder.

We can't patrol a park that big day and night!

A one track killer, the same weapon and location.

- Any news? - We've informed all the shops.

Let's hope something turns up.

Giulio!

Giulio.

Giulio.

Let go of me.

Stop it! Let me go.

Leave me alone.

Slop!

No! Let go of me!

Ciao, Maria. I was helping Sarah study. Right, Sarah?

Maria. Let's not make a scene, it was nothing.

You think you can have whatever you want, don't you?

Whatever you like you grab and you don't give a damn who you hurt.

- Your prettier when you're angry. - But Sarah is much prettier and much younger.

You've become old and now you pick on young girls, don't you?

All men like young girls because they're so irresistible.

The love of a child is an injection of vitality.

Justify it. Convince me like you would convince a jury.

- Your such a master at convincing people. - I'm a good lawyer.

Giulio, what makes you so cruel?

Let's go on the bridge!

I'm first!

Come here, we're based here.

- Do you know how children are born? - Tell me.

It's always so.

- Good day. - Good day.

- No! - Come one. - No, first you should marry me.

"THE PARK KILLER STRIKES FOR THE THIRD TIME".

Announcing the arrival of Air ltalia flight AZ 412...

...arriving from Singapore, Bangkok, Teheran, Roma.

Passengers now can collect their luggage from platform number four.

I petition the court to reopen the trial...

...under article 520 of the Penal code...

...for the testimony of Marta Clerici...

...who was unable to attend the first hearing because of her absence from Italy.

Do you recall if Alessandro Marchi visited you on Friday the 26th of April.

Sure, Sandro Marchi visited like most Fridays.

He helped me bandage my hand then we made love.

- Does it hurt? - No, you were pinching me.

Oh, there's blood on your shirt.

I've prepared you a beautiful surprise.

Ciao.

He stayed all day?

Yes, all day.

- Are you sure? - I have a good memory.

What is your blood group?

The limited amount of blood I have in my Whiskey...

...I believe is group B RH negative.

Could you pass me the wine, please? Thanks.

- Why aren't you eating, Sarah? - I'm not hungry. - Eat something.

Yes, Papa.

Excuse me, I shall be late for an appointment.

Goodbye.

- Here you go: Sweet and strong. - I hope so.

What's a matter? Are you still not convinced that Marchi is innocent?

- Yes, Yes. - Well then?

Sweet, strong and boiling hot.

- Yes? - The lady from the store is here.

I'll be right with her. Come on.

- I have sold two of those switchblades to the same person. - Do you know who he is?

Sure I know, he lives near me.

He went that way, inspector!

You go that way. You come with me.

Ring.

Lady, has anyone entered your courtyard?

- No, the gate is closed. - Can we a take a look?

- I'll call my husband. - We're the police.

I don't care I'll still call my husband.

- Isn't Giulio having dinner with us this evening? - No, he can't.

But it's natural for him to be tired of it. He was here every night.

Leave it, I'll answer it.

Yes, speaking.

Blackmail!

But...

Yes, very well.

No need to repeat it.

Yes, I know where. I'll be there in half an hour.

I knew you would come.

Now say "I was the killer" I was the killer.

- Louder. - I was the killer!

I killed twice to make you free and now your here with me.

I saw you escape. After, I only understood because I saw you running.

Francoise was mine and you killed her!

Why did you do it? How could you?

Let me go, I'll tell everyone. I'll tell your wife and Sarah!

I will tell everyone! Let me go!

I couldn't stand it. I had to make her stop.

I wanted to stop her screaming that way.

COURTESY OF YAFI (JAGA BKS)