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THE SISTER OF URSULA

- Good morning, Miss. - Good morning.

- Could you please send for our bags? - Of course.

Here. These are our passports.

- Me and my sister Ursula... - Yes?

We'd like a twin room. The quietest one, please.

- Do you have a booking? - Well...

I didn't think we needed one, it's off-season.

We require it, I'm afraid.

Room 20 might be available... Nope, sorry.

Let's see...

Room 14. Totally quiet, like you asked.

Thank you.

Ursula, be careful. Don't lean out.

Come on, this crystal window is thick.

It feels like you can reach out your hand to touch the sky.

Gorgeous, isn't it?

Hands off! You know I don't want you touching my bags!

Jeez, perish the thought!

Good evening, Miss Beyne.

I'm Roberto Delleri, the hotel manager.

I hope you'll enjoy your stay with us.

- I didn't see the other Miss Beyne. - She'll be down shortly.

She wanted to have a little rest. My sister needs that constantly.

For any particular reason?

A piano, the sea, and this evening light. Very romantic, a bit too much perhaps.

More evocative than romantic, I'd say.

Indeed. But something so suggestive can be dangerous.

You think so?

- Where is this music coming from? - From our nightclub.

- A nightclub? I didn't know you had one. - We do, but don't worry.

It couldn't be farther from your room.

It won't bother you.

Besides, it has a relaxing atmosphere, soft music, and Stella Shining.

Sounds so unusual. Is it a woman's name or a drink?

A singer, and the only reason I keep the nightclub open even if we are off-season.

She's worth it, you'll see.

- Beautiful! She's gorgeous! - And talented, don't you think?

Yes, I agree with you, Mr. Delleri.

Call me Roberto. I like to be friends with my clients.

Enough.

- Filippo Andrei, these are my new friends. - Hi. - Hello.

Dagmar and Ursula Beyne.

Pleased to meet you.

- Whatever... - We're Austrians, from Innsbruck.

Ever been there, Mr. Andrei? There's a big Italian community, and our mother...

I don't see the point of talking about our parents in a place like this.

I have the feeling Ursula doesn't fancy my nightclub too much.

- No, she didn't... - I don't like any nightclubs, Mr. Delleri.

Ursula is tired after our long trip. I'm the one who insisted she joined us.

Very tired, actually. I'd like to leave.

Wait a little more, please. I'd like you to meet Stella Shining.

Here's our Stella. I'd like you to meet Ursula and Dagmar Beyne.

Good evening.

- I'd really like to go now. Excuse me. - Goodbye.

- Have a good evening. - Yes, we're real tired.

- Goodbye. - See you tomorrow.

Bye.

See you later.

- Got a cigarette to spare? - Of course, dear.

- Filippo, please. - Let's spend the night together.

Come on, stop it. I'm tired, bye.

Why? You meeting someone?

Cut it out, Filippo, stop acting like this.

There's nothing that can be done about it, nothing!

I told you as soon as we got here,

I don't like this place and I don't like these people either!

- Yes, you told me. - Especially that Filippo.

- I know. Now take your sedative and try to rest. - Daggy...

Horrible things are going to happen, Daggy. I see blood...

- Stop it, Ursula. - I see me and our dad, covered in blood!

Look, you're pushing me too far. I can't take this anymore.

If you keep raving like that, my nerves will...

- I just can't... - You're right, take this. Drink.

Drink my sedative, it'll make you feel better.

You already took it before, I'll just make myself some more.

Forgive me.

It'll make us sleep better, you'll see.

Yeah, of course I have a friend.

You want to watch me make love to him?

All right, as long as I get some good money.

You better take off now.

What? I thought I could sleep here tonight.

No way, I got one of those migraines.

- Why did you call me, then? - I wanted a good fuck.

Ah, classy.

Here, take this money.

Well, we really earned your money.

You gotta tell me something, though.

Why didn't you screw me yourself instead of going all voyeur?

It'd have been more enjoyable, you know.

No!

What are you doing? No!

Ursula, dear!

It was horrible, Daggy. Horrible.

It was just one of your nightmares.

- No... - Try to calm down now.

No, it wasn't a nightmare.

It was much more than that.

It's such a magnificent day!

I told you not to greet that man.

- But you never listen to me! - Give me a break with your usual nonsense.

He was just being polite. He said hello and I replied.

We had a formal upbringing, after all.

You can be so insufferable, you know.

I saw the way he looked at us.

I'm scared of him. You shouldn't have greeted him back, Daggy.

Transfer the call to my office, please.

What's going on?

A bad thing happened in town last night.

- I shall go, excuse me. - Let's go, Ursula.

- What happened? - You don't know yet?

It's already in the papers. Here, look at this.

How could someone have sex with a man who's capable of this?

- Where's my sister? - She's coming.

She went to her room to get your medicine.

No! Please, don't touch me!

Who are you?

My name's Vanessa, dear.

It was just a gesture of affection.

- I need a glass. - On it.

No, thank you. I'm feeling much better and I just want to leave this place.

- Could you please get us our... - Ursula, please. Not now.

- Well, seeing she's feeling better... - Thank you, Doctor.

I don't know what your plans are, but I want to leave this place at once.

- Maybe this crime was... - Just another crime of passion.

A common occurrence all over the world.

Jealousy is an ugly beast, my dear Miss Beyne.

A green-eyed monster, to quote Shakespeare.

- Jealousy? - Indeed. It seems like her lover has been arrested.

The victim was found dead in her apartment.

- He was unable to provide an alibi. - Such unlikely conjecture.

- Excuse us. - You and the press are just doing a lot of idle gossip!

Why do you always have to treat people this way?

You're rude, unpleasant, and obnoxious!

And so very selfish when it comes to me!

I can't believe I have to always follow you around!

Fair enough! I'll leave and you'll stay here and do whatever you please!

I'm sorry. It's not my fault I can see things in others they'd rather not see.

Oh Daggy, it's not my fault if I just can't like other people.

Try to calm down, Ursula.

- Let's go have breakfast. - No, let's leave!

But it would be so silly to leave now.

I'd say we leave in a day or two.

You just want to stay because of that Filippo!

But you know nothing about him, nothing! He's just a stranger!

- And he's dangerous for me. - Again with your nonsense?

I'm fed up of listening to this.

You can meet me in the lobby later.

Yeah, right! Go on looking for that murdering hypocrite!

You've gone mad. You're just spouting nonsense.

I know that man will murder me, mark my words. That's why I'm so scared.

- Hello. - Did you want to see me, Dagmar?

- I wanted to know if Mr. Andrei... - Two calls from Milan for him, and I didn't...

- He left this morning at dawn. - He left this morning?

That's right. He had to inspect some land his company wants to acquire.

- He'll be back tonight or tomorrow. - But I saw him a few minutes ago!

- That's impossible. - I must leave now, Roberto.

- I have to get to the harbor, my perfumes have arrived. - Yes. Excuse me, Dagmar.

Let's have a drink first, shall we?

VALADIER ROAD, 9 - STANTON AGENCY

Hello? Are you calling from Paris?

Yes, absolutely. The suite is available.

End of the month? Excellent, thank you.

- May I help you? - We'd like a room, please.

I'm sorry, I'm afraid we have none available.

I'll pay upfront.

Our rooms are reserved for our regular customers, you see.

May I speak to the manager?

Here.

Put it away.

- Will it be enough? - Of course.

Here he is. Mr. Delleri?

Excuse me.

- What is it, Patrizia? - They would like a room, but...

- Impossible, we're fully booked. - These are our papers.

- Would you like to go out, Daggy? - Are you feeling better?

Well, let's go have some breakfast.

First you lost track of our mother, and now it's your man's turn.

Which one are you thinking about right now?

First off, Filippo isn't my man.

As for our mother, we need to find her.

We can't keep the inheritance, dad's left us all to ourselves.

I don't see why not. He left it all to us, after all.

Why do you hate her? She had the right to start anew.

They separated.

She wanted to. Before sending us to that boarding school.

I was only five, and we never saw her again.

At least dad came to visit us almost every Sunday.

Oh come on, even dad eventually moved on at some point.

When you really love someone, losing them is like losing your own life.

- And our father was... - He loved other women.

Our attorney told me he left part of the money to the two women...

he was involved with these last 13 years.

Peanuts to Corinne Chauvet, and peanuts to Valeria Monetti.

Is that what makes you believe he really loved them?

When he died, our father was alone. All alone.

How can you know about Valeria and Corinne?

- Did Lorenzi tell you? - No.

Our attorney didn't tell me anything.

I just know things, even before they happen.

Our mother is with another man, far away.

And where?

Our father must not find out.

- He must not.- Ursula, what are you saying?! Our father's dead!

- Well? Who are you looking for? - I work for the Stanton Agency.

Who's this man? What does he want?

- Stanton Agency wants me to do a visit. - A visit? Come in.

Where...

Where are your eyes?

Did we gouge them out?

Did you blind yourself to not observe us humans fall more and more into the abyss?

What else can we do other than be guided by our blind eyes?

We walk on a trail of selfishness,

yet we believe it's the path of love.

We find strength in our mediocrity,

yet we're convinced we speak the language of compassion.

Our feelings become confused,

and they blend into each other like the colors of the rainbow.

We have no answers.

We've substituted our eyes for yours.

All we have left is fear, insanity, and many miserable excuses.

Don't touch me!

- Are we doing the show tonight? - Of course.

- We start at eleven. - That's fine.

- Hiya, Stella. - Hi.

- Hello, welcome back. Everything fine? - I guess so.

Aside from the murder.

How can you know about it if you left at dawn?

It's in every newspaper.

- Hey, who are those two kids? - Two people who refuse to leave.

A couple of runaways, I guess. She's 16 and he's 17.

They wanted to book a room, imagine that.

- Make those two kids leave, Patrizia. - Yes.

Two minors. I don't need this kind of trouble in my hotel.

I refused them a room this morning but they won't leave.

- Look who's coming. - Good evening.

- Good evening. - Here's our two foreigners.

You must leave, kids.

What's wrong?

- Goodbye. - Goodbye to you.

I feel tired, I'm going up to our room.

Have a nice rest, Miss.

Filippo.

- I knew it. - Sorry, I should have told you.

Yeah, right. I pity you, Filippo.

Now I get the reason behind your fixation for me,

your extreme jealousy and your constant urge to make love!

It was all because of that junk, not love!

You're wrong, it was love. Listen to me, Stella, please.

No. You listen to me, pal.

It's over. I couldn't stand a jealous lover and there's no way I'll stand a junkie!

Quiet night, don't you think?

Nope, I don't think so.

- Who's that guy ogling Stella? - Just another admirer.

She's chock-full of them, you know.

Yeah, too many.

What's wrong, Ursula?

It's strange...

I've never felt the presence of our father like I am now.

He must not come, Daggy. Not tonight.

Try to relax. Did you take your sedative?

Yes. You promised me we'll leave tomorrow. Are we?

You must try to sleep, Ursula.

- We're going to leave. - I can't sleep, Daggy, I'm too scared.

So scared.

It happened right near my hotel.

That's disturbing.

Howdy!

Wait for me!

You're gonna have a stop and chat?

What do you want me to do, run away?

Treat him coldly. Act distant. He deserves it.

Why is your sister always so mad at me?

She's a problematic girl.

- Did you hear about last night? - What?

You don't know? The two kids found murdered in the hotel tower.

- What kids? - The two who were in the lobby yesterday, remember?

Yes, now I remember.

The girl was killed like that hooker a few days ago. It's strange.

My God...

It's horrible. We must not let Ursula know.

She felt very upset this morning, it took me a lot to calm her down.

Yeah, but she's gonna find out anyway. Everybody's talking about it.

A few guests have already left the hotel.

I'd like to do the same tonight, actually.

- Don't. Stay a little longer. - Why?

I dunno, er...

Well... I kinda like you.

Yes.

Sometimes you think you've found the right person, and then something happens.

- It's just a holiday fling. - I'm not here on holiday.

I'd like to tell you why I didn't greet you the other morning.

- But... - I know Roberto told you I'd left at dawn.

No, Filippo. You don't need to explain anything.

My only concern right now is Ursula.

That's right, our mother was actress Martha Fuller.

When she became famous, she fell in love with another man and left the family.

Me and my sister were still little.

We stayed in a boarding school until our father's passing.

It was his death that traumatized Ursula so much?

Exactly. He died in a horrible accident.

My sister adored him. He was a talented musician.

When she was little, Ursula would watch him play the piano for hours.

She never tired of it. She really misses him.

She needs a lot of care now, right?

You think I don't care for her?

My God!

Ursula!

Ursula!

What happened?

What's wrong?

What's wrong, dear?

Ursula, answer me!

Please, answer me! Ursula!

- Daggy... - Ursula, calm down, please.

Ursula, what happened?

It was horrible...

I saw two naked women, then our father arrived.

It was him, and one of the two women was smiling at him...

A lewd, disgusting smile.

God, it was horrible...

Yes, it belongs to that little slut.

Just as I thought. Thanks, Filippo.

- A thank you won't cut it. - What do you want?

Well, I'd like to swap some information.

Very well.

Go on and ask your question, then.

What is it about?

Stella Shining.

What about her?

Is she in a relationship with anyone?

Okay, let's be practical. Who's she sleeping with?

Heh, I've been questioned the whole day.

Cops, journalists, forensic investigators.

All because those murdered kids came to my hotel.

Take it easy, I'm just asking you a question.

No. You asked me two questions, as a matter of fact.

First you asked me if Stella is in a relationship.

The answer is no. She's not just seeing one man, to be precise.

Then you asked me who she's sleeping with.

I can tell you that she sleeps with lots of people.

Lots of people! There, you said it.

But I'd specifically like to know who she's screwing.

- Aside from you, I mean. - Me and Stella?

Come on, that's crazy.

- You really believe that? - Indeed.

Let's be frank, this crush you got on Stella won't do you any good.

No way, I want Stella all to myself.

All to myself.

I see you've decided to do things your own way.

Tell me what you actually intend to do about our relationship, at least.

I reckon I've always been pretty clear with you, Roberto.

I gave you all the freedom that you wished for.

In exchange for the same, of course.

- With discretion, naturally. - You should have been more discreet, dear.

They saw you making love right where your friend lost this.

Oh, yes. It always comes undone.

Well, try to be more careful.

I don't want scandals in my hotel.

What do you mean, Roberto? The hotel is mine. Try not to forget it, darling.

- Stop teasing me, Vanessa. - Stop being a pain in the ass, Roberto.

You know I always do as I please.

Don't forget that I'm still your husband, despite everything.

Maybe not for much longer.

I think I'll file for divorce.

Divorce?

But... Why do you want a divorce?

- Explain yourself! - I want to divorce from you.

We'll split our mutual business, if that's what worries you.

Easier said than done, my dear.

- It's only logical I keep the hotel. - We'll see.

- I'd also like you to... - Get out of your business?

Out of my life, actually. I'd be most grateful.

I'd give you enough money to have fun with your bimbos! Filippo told me everything!

What about Jenny? What'll happen to her?

Don't drag Jenny into this! Don't you dare!

Getting rid of me to make room for her, huh?

You think I'll let you do it? Never, my dear, never!

- Mark my words! - Go to hell!

- Hi! - Hiya!

Be careful, Vanessa.

I won't give up my place so easily.

Packing, unpacking. Those suitcases can't catch a break.

When are we going to leave this damn place?

Hello? Yes, Filippo, I'm getting ready.

Ursula? No, she's not coming. She's got a headache.

All right, I'll be right down.

I'd never have thought you'd have accepted his invitation.

Go, go rub yourself against him like a cat in heat.

You look beautiful, refined, and ridiculous!

And I bet you wished you were even prettier.

There's nothing you wouldn't do for him.

How can you go out with the man who'll murder your sister?

Don't you even understand how dreadful it sounds?

You won't go out with him, I can feel it.

He'll humiliate you, believe me.

And you'll hopelessly return here.

You'll feel even more frustrated, more lonely and less of a woman.

Dad!

Stella!

Stella!

Good morning.

Good morning. Would you like to join me for a drink, Roberto?

With great pleasure.

You look so beautiful and elegant today.

And, as I can see, we're both alone.

Would you like to have lunch together?

Gladly, Roberto. Let's go, shall we?

- Where are you going? - To meet Walter.

Let's go.

Sure, you're meeting Walter the sailor who brings you oriental perfumes every week.

You fancy the guy and you're just telling me a lot of bull.

It's not like your room is filled with bottles of perfume!

- I use them for my shows. - Not that many, you're lying.

That's enough nonsense, Filippo. I have to go.

Nope, this time I'm coming with you. I want to meet the guy.

No way I'm letting you. Learn to mind your own business!

- I wanna see your love nest! - Cut it out or I'll scream!

Yeah, big deal.

Stop running, you can't lose me!

Gimme. I'll carry it.

I'm fed up with you.

Where do you think you're goin'? We're spending the day together, doll!

- Hands off! - A nice lunch and then we'll make love!

Not in the mood? Who cares!

You're nuts.

Are you asleep, Ursula?

Things went just the way you predicted, you know.

Ursula?

Ursula?

Ursula?

You look so beautiful and elegant...

Elegant... I'm also a woman.

A woman.

- Stella! Stella, I don't feel so good! - What's wrong?

- What is it? - I'm sick!

- My show starts in 15 minutes. - Who gives a shit about your fucking show?

Filippo, calm down. I'll take you to your room.

- We can't stay here. - Shut your clam for a moment, will ya!

Just get out of here if you want to go.

What can I do? How can I help you?

I just need a little fix.

Just a little would do...

You should go ask your usual dealers. Go ask them.

They all got nailed.

Even the two Stanton guys, the ones in Valadier Road.

I'm sorry, Filippo, but I...

If you could turn your sorrow into heroin I'd be really grateful, you know!

You could ask Roberto. He might help you out, I just can't do anything for you.

- Roberto? - He's got plenty of contacts, you know.

Yeah, smart thinking. I'll take your word for it.

Hey, I didn't recognize you!

Hello, who is it?

Oh, it's you, Jenny.

I just wanted to read a book tonight.

Oh, don't worry.

- Are you okay, dear? - Yeah, I'm fine.

I was just dying to see you.

Especially tonight.

Come on, don't you feel like it?

I'm laying here all naked.

I really need to make love with you.

I always need you.

All right. I'll be waiting for you.

Hurry.

She said she's coming.

I can't wait to show you how good I am.

- Are you glad I'm here with you? - It's what I wanted, my love.

My dear...

Did you enjoy it?

Did I earn your money or what?

No...

No!

What do you mean she's not answering? Try agan.

She's not there? I see.

You paid her to leave me.

I couldn't explain her disappearance any other way.

I didn't do anything.

And even if I had, well, it'd have proved you couldn't trust a slut like her.

She can't have left all of a sudden. Without a word to anyone.

And how do you explain that no one saw her leave?

You're forgetting that our ground floor rooms lead to the garden.

Said garden leads to the beach, which leads to the road to the station.

So yes, she could have left without thanking anyone, not even you.

I still don't believe it.

Either I find Jenny, my dear Roberto Delleri, or I'll destroy your life.

Jenny... Jenny...

What were you saying?

Jenny.

Why? Do you know anything about this?

Dad!

Dad!

Ursula, where are you? What does this mean? Ursula!

Jenny!

No!

Go! Go away!

Go away, Dad!

Go away! Go away!

Jenny!

No! No!

So you knew nothing about it? You dirty, murdering coward!

- I knew you'd kill her! - Calm down, Vanessa! What happened?

She found Jenny's body in the abandoned wing of the hotel.

- Jenny? - Yes. Yes!

I know you dragged her body there when she was already dead!

Ursula Beyne saw you!

Give me a cigarette.

It's empty.

So, how are you going to explain this to me?

Did you arrange this?

Look! Here's the proof that he killed Jenny!

That's not true!

I kept it in that drawer since the day you gave it to me, Filippo.

Liar! You gave it back to me the next day!

Right before...

I know Jenny wore it! I just know!

It's true. She lost it during...

I'd rather start from the beginning.

That woman was a nuisance, sure.

One night I went to see her. My plan was to offer her some money to get her to leave.

But when I got to her room I found the door ajar.

I entered the room and found her disemboweled body.

I thought what a disaster it could have been for my hotel.

I confess I was also afraid somebody might have accused me of her murder.

I decided to make her disappear.

I covered the body with the sheet and dragged her out of the room.

When I returned to the room, I found her ankle bracelet and picked it up.

I packed her things into her suitcases and hid them up in the attic.

After that, I cleaned the room in order to give the impression she'd left.

After all, for some unknown reason,

somebody else had already decided to make her leave this existence forever.

I'd have told Vanessa at some point.

I was too afraid at the time.

I don't believe you!

- That's just one of your twisted lies! - Enough, Vanessa!

- Stop it or I'll... - Or what? Are you threatening me?

Be quiet, goddamn it!

Let her speak, Roberto.

- She might even mention the drugs. - What are you talking about?

- Come on, don't play dumb. - Jenny had nothing to do with that business.

- She knew nothing. - But Vanessa called me when she found the body, not the cops.

A smart move, but now that corpse must disappear.

- Ursula. - Don't come now, Dad...

Be careful, I beg you...

Run away...

Run away, Dad...

Be careful, they'll find you out...

Ursula, you scared the wits out of me!

She's way better now, Doctor.

- How old are you? - I'm 20.

- Do you feel fine? - Absolutely.

She just had a spell of dizziness, all she needs is rest.

A childhood trauma could lead a teenager to experience primitive sensitivity.

Heightened perception, telepathy, even precognition.

The human race was probably born with supernatural powers,

which were used as a protection against natural events such as hunger or fear.

I believe your sister's powers have somehow been triggered.

This would explain the manifestation of these, so called, paranormal events.

Take, for instance, the door which opens and shuts by itself.

May I ask you how your father died?

Well, he...

He killed himself.

My father was a very sensitive man.

He became completely impotent after a severe nervous breakdown.

My mother left him after a few years. It was the last straw for him.

No one ever told Ursula how he really died.

Yet, she's always knew it, despite no one ever telling her.

She probably sensed it through her heightened sensitivity.

She claims that our father is still alive.

Because she really believes it.

Don't ever contradict her.

She'll understand that those subconscious ghosts are, like I said, ghosts.

- Jeez, you scared me! - Roberto gave me some heroin.

- And you've already used it all. - Wrong, it's all here.

What a cunning little plan.

They hide it in perfumes to smuggle it without issues.

- Filippo... - It fools even police dogs.

I hope you didn't tell Roberto I gave you his name.

I don't want to compromise myself.

You're not, yet.

But remember I need a lot of junk, not just what I've seen here.

- But how can I... - Not my problem, just find it.

- I think someone saw me coming to your room. - Nothing to worry about.

- Well, did you have something to tell me? - Yeah, I do.

- Go on, spill it. - Filippo came to my room.

He told me you gave him some junk. I think we're in trouble.

Come on, are you worried about him?

Of course! He blackmailed me.

He believes I can score him loads of it.

- I don't trust that man. - I wouldn't worry so much if I were you.

He's the one who needs us.

Anyway, be careful. Don't say anything you might regret.

- Got it? - Don't worry. I won't.

Good girl. Go back to your room now, scram.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Now I know. Now I'm sure that our father is...

- Yes, I guess you're right. - I haven't even finished my sentence!

- Listen, dear... - Don't call me dear!

- Don't raise your voice, it's bad for you. - Stop treating me like a sicko!

- Get me Mr. Delleri, please. - I'll call him.

I was looking for you. Listen up, I need more perfume samples, pronto.

You kidding? Where would I get them?

Well, Stella's room is chock-full. Let's go have a look.

She won't complain if she sees I'm with you.

Tell Miss Shining that we're coming to visit her.

Damn, this murder will be a disaster for us. Now we're really in trouble.

You're the one in trouble, my dear Mr. Delleri.

What do you mean?

That this murder has put my investigation to an end.

What are you talking about?

My real name's Gianni Nardi, not Filippo Andrei.

I'm a lieutenant of the Narcotics Squad.

I have got nothing to do with this!

You can't accuse me without a single proof or some witnesses!

Here's a list with the names of your dealers, all of whom I put behind bars.

Stella would have been the last witness, but you got rid of her.

Now I understand.

You're cops.

You called them, huh?

You had already called them.

But how could you know about this last murder?

Hey, are you trying to accuse me?

- You think they'd believe I did it? - And why not?

I could give them some evidence, after all.

You were madly in love with Stella, with your insane jealousy.

And you kept stalking her.

Here's someone who witnessed that!

Nope. The guy over there is.

Tom?

But Tom was a friend of Stella's.

Not Tom. Call him Lieutenant Proietti.

- Everything fine? - Of course.

You and your dealing friends were all under strict surveillance.

But you're a junkie, too.

Nope. We undercover cops are just good performers.

We need to be believable without arousing any suspicion.

You're done for, pal!

Ursula.

- Ursula, open up. - No! Go away, both of you!

Please, Ursula, open the door!

Excuse me madam, but you're under arrest.

- But... - You can't leave the hotel.

- Are you police officers? - Indeed.

I'm going to my room.

Go to my room, I'll join you as soon as I can.

After you.

- Is Delleri in his office? Forensics are almost here, go downstairs. - Yessir.

Yes, I feel my time is almost up...

I won't be able to leave now.

Don't go, Dad.

Come here at once, Ursula is waiting for you.

I knew I'd find you here.

If I'd asked you, you'd have lied.

You're wrong, Ursula. Why would I lie to you?

You're naked underneath.

You've already made love with him.

You've made love with my murderer.

- You, dear sister, you're a whore like our mother. - Listen to me...

Listen to what, Martha?

You want to screw that man simply because you're a slut, huh?

Not because he said he loved you.

You just like being fucked, you whore!

Ursula!

Ursula! Ursula!

Dagmar?

Dagmar?

Ursula...

Ursula...

Ursula?

Ursula.

What does this mean? Why are you wearing our father's suit?

Is this why you didn't want me to touch your suitcases?

You're scaring me.

Scared of what, Martha? Of this?

Why, you gifted it to me.

It was your last act of contempt, before you left me.

You even wished me luck.

- You remember it? - What are you talking about?

When I used it to kill the other women, I could read the terror in their eyes.

Now it's your turn, Martha.

It's the only way to get rid of you and forget you betrayed me.

You're just a slut.

You think love is nothing but sex.

- I'll give you enough sex to die for. - Ursula...

Help! Help me! Help!

Help!

Help! Help!

Help!

Are you here to steal my wife?

Just because you think you love her?

You're too mediocre to talk about love!

Like everybody else!

You're just a bunch of ants, living a life entrenched in your own selfishness!

Love and horror slip over you without leaving a single trace.

You're all lost. Lost!

Don't get any closer. Don't touch me!

Don't touch me! Don't touch me!

Ursula!

Subtitled by Francesco Massaccesi