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THE BLOODSTAINED SHADOW

May I?

Excuse me?

Are these seats taken?

No, please sit down.

Thank you.

- Wait, let me help you. - Thanks.

I'm awfully sorry.

Oh, don't worry.

I'm an absolutely messy person when it comes to packing.

There, all fixed!

- Thanks. - It should be safe now.

- Would you like to read it? - Thank you.

It's about modern art.

Are you a painter?

Do you live in Venice?

No, on a little island nearby.

- Thanks. - My pleasure.

Being able to paint must be interesting.

Why?

Well, no particular reason.

We may see each other again, seeing you also live here.

Yes, maybe.

Ah, there he is.

- Stefano, at last! - Mornin', Professor.

It's been so long, I'm so happy to see you again!

Likewise! Let me take a look at you!

My, you don't look that great, you're so thin, pale and...

No way, don't start with the preaching!

All right, I know what'll do you good, let's go to Toni's.

A good lunch will do wonders, what do you say?

- Good day! - Hi!

You never miss an opportunity, do you?

No, it's just someone I met on the train.

- Listen up, Gaspare. - Yes?

Take my brother's bags to the parish house.

- We'll be back in a couple hours. - Very well. Bye, Professor.

- See you later, Gaspare, and thanks. - No problem. Bye.

Time for a hearty meal!

All right, talk soon.

Here we go, food for our returning professor!

- Thanks, Toni. You still doing well? - Always!

Hey, Toni! We've been waiting for three hours sitting here!

Calm down and have some patience, guys!

A bit of rest will do wonders for your burnout.

Let's hope so!

I'm really tired.

You cannot imagine how leaving university teaching pains me.

This time I could have really used the help of a neurologist!

You work too much, always focused on your books from dusk till dawn.

Everything's the same around here, huh?

Indeed. Nothing really changes here, a perfect place for a priest.

Marriages, baptisms and funerals, not much else.

What about you, are you still living alone?

Yes, aside from a few flings.

I'm still a provincial guy at heart.

Toni, bring us a deck of cards!

Just wait a second!

Here we go, polenta and quails.

- Satisfied? - I've been dreaming about this polenta!

Thanks!

- It smells divine! - Thank you!

I'll take this.

I'd forgotten how good the food was here.

I already feel better, believe me.

I've always told you,

you should come back and live in town.

Who's that woman? I've never seen her before.

I'm quite scared of that one.

What do you mean?

It seems she's a medium or something like that.

Strange rituals are practiced in her house.

- Somebody attends her seances every time. - Incredible!

I've always thought séances were only trendy for neurotic city folks.

So, who are these snobby folks?

One of them is the local doctor, imagine.

- You mean Fantini? - No, the old guy passed a few years ago.

It's a rather well-known individual.

You know, he also has a practice in Venice.

He is wealthy, and people say he likes gambling in casinos.

Really?

We could do with a donation, there's plenty of poor people here.

Instead, he has in it for me.

He's an atheist who's basically boycotting me.

People say he shot his wife while cleaning his hunting rifle, years ago.

Almost nothing happened to him, he has powerful friends.

He now lives with his good for nothing lover.

A wicked girl he brought from Venice.

Here we go, fellows, this one is on me.

Doctor Aloisi?

- Are you leaving? - Indeed.

I'm leaving.

Good day.

Good day.

- That was him, and he's not the only one. - What do you mean?

Nardi, the midwife, also takes part at the séances.

Some say she has a mentally-deranged son she hides away.

She's scared they might lock him up in an asylum.

They say she does illegal procedures as well,

and by that I mean performing abortions on underage girls.

And the third person you mentioned?

Count Mariani.

He is the last descendant of a corrupt family ravaged by drinking.

A man without morals.

A man who should disappear off the face of the earth.

Don't overreact now. I vaguely remember Mariani.

- Don't you think it's just gossip? - No, he's a sinner.

I'm afraid it's not gossip.

During confession, the son of one of my parishioners...

... told me that the lowlife had tried to...

My God.

I was about to violate the secrecy of his confession.

Vikam duxoet na sir.

Vikam duxoet na sir.

Vie lie ste sir.

Vie lie ste sir.

Mogali da govorja vas sir.

Mogali da govorja vas sir.

Mogali da govorja vas sir.

Vikam duxoet na sir.

Vie lie ste sir.

Vie lie ste sir.

Vie lie ste sir.

Vikam duxoet na sir.

- You must be tired, huh? - Al little.

I had your luggage taken to your room.

Here we go, this is your room.

Anything you need, just call.

Gaspare lives near the sacristy and I'm on the floor above.

- Well, good night. - Good night.

You rescuer of souls!

Help!

Help!

Help!

No! Help!

Help! Help!

Help!

Help...

Stefano!

Stefano!

Stefano!

Gaspare!

Gaspare!

Where have you been?

I heard the door slam and went outside to see who it was.

I saw Professor Stefano and tried to call him, but he disappeared.

We need to find him, something terrible has happened!

Paolo! Paolo! What happened?!

You're back! It was something ghastly.

I've witnessed a murder, right in front of my eyes.

A murder?

Right under my window, in the little square behind the church.

Hurry, let's go there!

There, near the well!

I don't see anything!

What? Nothing?!

It can't be! I saw a woman falling to the ground right here!

- I can't be mistaken! - Did you recognize her?

No, I could not recognize either of them, it was too far away!

There's nothing here, and a corpse can't disappear all of a sudden!

- I'm sure it was just a scuffle! - I don't think I agree with that!

It's the only logical explanation, otherwise the body would still be here.

You took a wrong interpretation of what you saw, let's go back inside.

Maybe you're right.

TALK ABOUT THIS MURDER, PEOPLE WILL TALK ABOUT YOURS.

Stefano, look!

I found it under my door.

The murderer thinks I saw him and now is threatening to kill me.

I wasn't able to see him, believe me!

Then it really was a murder.

What does this old family photo of ours have to do with it?

I can't understand it either.

We should go to the police.

Of course.

But this message could mean trouble for you.

Yes, you're right.

We shouldn't mention it to anyone for the time being.

Father Paolo! Father Paolo!

They've found a body near the church!

It's clear that the body has been moved.

The cause of death was strangulation.

This woman did everything she could to defend herself.

It's the medium, I recognize her.

Come on, move away! This IS not something to look at!

Let's go, honey.

That serves her right for doing all those séances.

Go home or come to me If you've seen anything.

I'm afraid you're too late, Father.

We only need the coroner at this point.

So it was true.

What did you say, Father?

Nothing, nothing at all.

She was strangled like that other girl. You remember her, Father?

I believe her last name was Andreani.

It was the last murder that happened here, it happened many years ago.

The murderer was never found.

- Santucci? - Yessir?

- Call the public prosecutor in Venice. - Right away, Inspector.

- Call Forensics, too. - All right.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit,

the Lord will have mercy and absolve you of your sins.

Help me, Paolo.

I'm having a crisis again, help me!

Stefano?

- Come on, I'll take you home. - Yes...

Do you have a minute, Father?

My dear woman, you were In confession yesterday.

Father Paolo, I just wanted to say that person also molested my child.

It's got to end and you must do something about it.

- I'll go today, Antonietta, don't worry. - Thank you.

Hello, priest. What's the matter?

I'd like to speak to the count.

Please, come in.

This way.

After you.

Make yourself at home.

Sit down, Father Paolo.

Great job, well done!

This child has a great passion for music.

He likes to play and he'd never stop.

- I'm here because... - Thomas, fetch my cigarettes, will you.

Thanks.

You were saying, Father Paolo?

I've only come to see you because I've received some complaints.

Is the piano distracting you?

I'm here for an important reason and you need to listen to me.

I'm listening, I'm listening.

Am I not listening?

Enough piano for today, Michele, you can go.

You know exactly what I'm here to talk about, don't pretend otherwise.

I really don't understand.

| just don't.

Have my dogs bothered some stupid chickens?

No, Count, we are not talking about chickens.

You must stop this. God watches and will judge you.

Speak clearly and not in parables.

I'm starting to lose my patience.

Many townspeople have already lost their patience.

It is a continuous affront to morality.

You're grooming children, you should be ashamed of yourself.

Enough!

I won't tolerate being insulted by some country priest.

- You see yourself as the Messiah. - It's me who has had enough!

My soul is stained just by listening to you.

Get out of my house right away!

Don't annoy me anymore with your small town church rhetoric.

Don't set foot in this house again, not even for the last rites.

I'd rather go to Hell instead.

- Thomas? - Yes?

Thomas, get me a drink.

- Did you hear him? - Yes.

Such insolence!

Sit in your own home and mind your own business is no longer tolerated!

- You'll look after me, won't you? - Cut it out, leave me alone.

Be a good boy and go bother your grandma.

Hey!

No, it's really nice, but I can't spend too much.

Come on, it's not so much for a handmade piece.

Let's say 150 and it's a deal.

Get out of here, I've sold smaller items for that price.

Let's say 200, and only because we know each other.

I can't go lower than that.

- Consider the expenses for moving it. - I can't deal with you, Assunta.

- This thing is falling to pieces. - You rich people are always like that.

Okay, you win, we got a deal.

- Look who it is! You spying on me? - Oh, I was passing by.

Have it delivered to my house tomorrow, okay?

- Thanks, God bless you! - Yeah, yeah, damn you...

I shouldn't have come, she manages to persuade me every time.

Anyway, what you doing around here?

- Just trying to relax. - Me too.

I lived in this area as a kid.

I come back when I can, and when I do I fall into the same trap.

- What do you mean? - I work all the time.

I'm into furniture, and when I see something I like I buy it.

And I do sustain myself on bread and equations.

Well, you seem to be surviving just fine.

So peaceful. We all need a little quiet once in a while, don't you agree?

Indeed.

We've not been that lucky so far.

As soon as we arrived we discovered the body of an old fraud.

- I knew her. - Oh, I'm sorry.

She was an old witch more than a medium.

I think her odd schemes were a cover for an extortion racket.

Maybe we should cut this discussion short.

Now that I think of it, we have not even introduced ourselves.

I'm Professor Stefano D'Arcangelo.

I'm Sandra Sellani.

Nice to meet you, Professor!

The pleasure is all mine, Architect!

Bye, Toni.

- Come here, sit down and listen. - What is it? Do tell.

Let me warn you, I'm a terrible cook.

- Well, I usually eat at diners. - No problem, then!

- Good morning, Ms. Sandra. - Good morning, Mrs. Nardi.

I was just talking about you yesterday.

You look well. When did you get back?

Yesterday. I've got a few days off.

I see. How is your mother?

Well, she is doing a little better.

I'm glad to hear, give her my best regards.

Thanks, see you soon.

See you soon, Miss.

- Good day. - Good day.

- Who was that? - Mrs. Nardi, the midwife.

My brother mentioned her. She seems a bit peculiar.

Isn't that Andreani? Hey, Andreani!

Come in, I'll offer you a drink!

Things were different back in the day, for cripes' sake!

Andreani, where are you going?

Come in, I'll offer you a glass of wine.

- Damn, what's wrong with him? - He's not doing well.

That Andreani gives me the chills.

Paolo?

I found another message.

They left it on the book stand in the sacristy.

THE PAST AND YOUR FATE ARE LINKED TO YOUR DEATH

You see? They won't leave me alone.

I have to know who it is or I'll go crazy!

And they're even obsessing me with that photograph!

Calm down! We'll get to the bottom of this, I'll help you.

- Don't be scared. - Scared? They want to kill me!

They are threatening me because they think I saw them, but I didn't!

Calm down, Paolo!

My poor brother...

Terrible things have happened ever since you arrived.

You found Hell here.

- You needed peace. I'm so sorry. - Don't worry.

Your situation is much more important than my health.

Mark my words.

Whoopsie!

Jeez...

Miss, I'm mortified, I'm absolutely sorry.

- It's okay. - Did I scare you?

I did not know whether to call you or not.

You gave me such a scare.

Why have you followed me all the way to Venice?

I've acted like a fool, I hope you'll forgive me.

I saw you leave town very early this morning.

I got curious.

After everything that has happened, I don't know what to think.

Give me.

We better go inside, shall we?

If I'm not bothering you.

- So many paintings. - You like them?

- Did you paint them? - My mother did.

- Does your mother live here? - Yes.

She's not really my mother, but my father's second wife.

I come visit her once in a while.

Who is it? Sandra?

- Excuse me a second, she's very ill. - Of course.

Mom, it's me.

- Here you go. - Thanks.

Did you manage to get some sleep last night?

No, none at all.

Let me take you temperature.

Why are you standing there? Come in, this is my mother.

This is Stefano D'Arcangelo, Father Paolo's brother, remember him?

Yes, Father Paolo...

I haven't seen him for a long time.

Don't be scared, come forward.

Let me make a phone call and I'm all yours.

Your brother would always visit me, when he used to come to Venice.

Hello, Miss? Sandra Sellani speaking.

Yes, I'm at my mother's house.

I got everything at the pharmacy.

Don't worry about coming this morning.

I'll take care of the injections.

Yes, you can come around noon.

Yes, I'll wait. See you then, okay.

Thanks, goodbye.

You really have a fondness for painting, huh?

I'm just very curious.

I'll get back to town. I apologize again for acting like an idiot.

Don't worry, I'll make a fool out of myself when you'll experience my cooking skills.

- You remember I invited you tonight? - Of course.

- Goodbye. - Bye.

You need rest, health doesn't improve by going out on a boat.

- That's my job, Doc. - Take these pills, then we'll see.

Tell the next patient to come in.

- Have a good day. - Bye.

Come in.

Have you gone crazy?

You know we can't be seen together.

I know, but soon they will question me, and...

What are you worried about? Just tell them the truth.

They've already questioned the count, and you know what he's like.

Yes, that coward.

I hope he hasn't said too much.

Mrs. Nardi, we bump into each other a lot.

Yes... I mean no, you know how it is...

I'm late, I need to go.

- Thank you, Doctor. - Remember, no false moves.

Otherwise your health might suffer.

Let's go, there's no one in.

Mrs. Bittelli said she saw her go in.

- You trust that idiot? - I'll try knocking.

Mrs. Nardi?

- Maybe she's visiting somebody. - Whatever.

Easy...

You always torture your friends like this?

I do even worse, come on!

- Careful. Easy now. - There we go.

I'm the sedentary type, you know.

Perfect. If you can step aside it will look even better.

Oh, quit moaning!

- Ah, that's better. - When did you leave the town?

I've only visited a few times since I went to college.

My previous trip was five or six years ago.

Can you pass me that cloth?

- Which one? - The yellow one over there.

- This one? - Yeah.

Has your brother always stayed in town?

No, he went away to study in Padua.

It did not go well, he argued with the teachers and didn't mingle with classmates.

And he became a priest with that personality? Not bad!

He joined the seminary at the behest of my mother, you know how it goes.

After that he fell into a deep mental breakdown.

He managed to overcome it with time.

Jeez, the dessert! I knew it'd happen!

And now what?

Don't worry about it.

It always happens when you want to make a good first impression.

Thank goodness you are not a kid, you'd have been real sad.

Stefano, do you feel better?

I'm sorry, Sandra.

I don't feel so good, I'd better go home.

- Do you want me to call Doctor Aloisi? - Not him. No way.

I'm sorry I ruined your evening.

Don't think about it.

It'll be for another time.

I'll call you.

Bye.

Let's play some music and open the champagne,

I want to have fun tonight.

I'm heading out tonight.

- What? Can't you stay with me? - Nope, not tonight.

I want to make use of my day off, from now on.

It's my right, after all.

No problem, dear, but why not pick another day?

I feel rather sad and alone, tonight.

- I really need you. - I'm sorry.

See you.

- Wait a minute! - Leave me alone!

You whore, you'll end up on the streets again!

Without my money, you're finished!

Don't ever come back if you leave now!

Thomas?

Is that you?

Thomas?

It's you, isn't it?

Thomas?

This joke isn't funny anymore!

Yes, it's useless telling me that,

there is not much I can do, I haven't got any help around here.

He was killed with a halberd to the chest.

Of course, Mr. Prosecutor.

Ah, I forgot to tell you that the house was an utter mess.

As if the killer had been looking for something.

Yes, of course, they've been questioned.

They were at the medium's house when the murder took place.

That leaves only Dr. Aloisi and Mrs. Nardi, but there is no evidence against them.

Yes, I've done all I could, it's up to you now.

As you wish, Mr. Prosecutor.

Look not on our sins but on the faith of your Church,

and grant her peace and unity in accordance with your will,

who live and reign forever and ever.

Amen.

- Peace be with you. - And with you.

REMEMBER PRIEST SILENCE WILL KEEP YOU ALIVE

Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world...

This is really odd.

These notes definitely have some other meaning.

They are going to kill me.

What can I do to escape this?

- What can I do? - We've got to wait.

They will make a wrong move.

Let's calm down now.

I'm going to look over these notes again.

It's useless, Stefano. I've read them so many times.

Whomever is writing them is not crazy.

There's something we've not noticed before, look!

- It could be important! - I don't see anything.

Look more closely, focus on the letter 'T'.

- Look carefully, Paolo, it's flawed. - What do you mean?

See, it's missing this upper nick.

It's a small clue, but still better than nothing.

Let's hope it will lead us to something.

I don't know why,

but something reminds me of the murder of that young girl.

It happened so many years ago.

- Do you think that... - It's only an idea.

Could it possibly be the same killer?

Someone who, for some strange reason, has returned to killing.

There's no connection between these deaths.

Yes, I know, but...

We can't rule out any possibilities.

Sorry, excuse me.

Father Paolo.

Are any of the girl's relatives still living in town?

Are you Mr. Andreani?

Yeah, that's me.

I know it's painful for you, but...

Could you tell me something about your daughter's death?

I can't talk about it, I just can't.

Mr. Andreani, wait a second. I beg you.

I said I don't know anything.

The town is about to plunge into the same terror of so many years ago,

it could be the same maniac.

Did you ever have any suspects or doubts?

When you are poor like me, you can't have doubts or suspicions.

What do you mean?

What the hell do you want from me?

Is it not enough that my family was destroyed by what happened?

What more do you all want from me?

- I need to know. - And I need to forget.

Get out of my sight!

Leave me in peace.

Mark my words.

Don't snoop around if you know what's good for you.

Excuse me, Father Paolo?

Would you mind if I left tonight for Venice?

Yes, of course, it's not a problem.

Thanks, Father, I'll see you tomorrow.

Very well, good night.

Good night.

Is someone there?

Who is it?

It was not an accident.

Did you often pray in front of that crucifix?

Of course, why?

He tried to kill you too.

The killer made noise in order to lure you to that spot.

I checked the wire, it was not frayed at all.

Somebody cut it.

What can we do?

I'm afraid I don't know.

The inspector says the main suspects are Aloisi and Mrs. Nardi.

The count has been killed.

The hypothesis regarding the girl killed so many years ago led nowhere.

All our clues are a faulty typewriter and those crazy messages.

I really don't know what to do.

Jeez! Please, stop! No!

This is nothing, let's go faster!

Please, that's enough!

Look out!

You are a total lunatic!

How did you talk me into this?

How do you feel now? You were terrified!

I've never had so much fun!

- Look! Let's dock over there! - Full reverse!

Aye, aye! Let's go!

This is my favorite corner.

It's where I go when I feel down.

- I start painting and... - Did you do any exhibitions?

Nope, I don't get along with gallery owners.

Sometimes I sell them to my clients.

They don't look bad.

Thanks, you are so kind.

I really needed this warm fire after all that freezing air.

I had a great time, though.

Did you enjoy yourself?

You look funny in my robe.

Stefano...

I'm off, Marietta will arrive in thirty minutes for the night shift.

- See you tomorrow morning. - Good night.

- Good night to you. - Thanks.

Who's there? What do you want?

No! No!

No! No!

Come on, mommy is here with lots of yummy things for you.

Come on.

It's time to eat.

Come on, don't throw a tantrum.

Yummy, isn't it?

Two...

What's wrong?

Tell mommy.

What's wrong?

Miriam?

Was she mean to you?

Did she betray you?

Wait, I'm going to teach her a lesson!

You mean thing!

What did you do to my baby?

I'm going to punish you, you have to behave with him!

Take this! And this!

I told you to be good to him!

I'm going to punish you now! Off with your arms!

There! Off with your legs as well!

You take advantage of his good nature!

Say goodbye to your ugly eyes!

No more eyes! No more eyes!

No more!

He liked you so much!

There! I had to punish you!

Calm down now.

She was mean and I've punished her.

Calm down.

That's it.

That's it...

Good boy.

- Here's your coffee, Sandra. - I don't want it.

Don't be this way.

You need to be strong.

I'm trying to help you.

You've been so kind, but it's just that...

Why would anyone want to kill her?

Maybe it was not a premeditated murder.

And the painting?

Right, the painting.

Wait a minute.

I think the painting could be the key to all this.

I don't know why, but I do.

Look.

Here are all the photographs painted by my mother.

Wait, that's the one.

I can't think of anything.

But the painting must be vital to the murderer for some reason.

I think so, too.

I've definitely seen that strange image before.

I noticed how strange it was the first time I saw it.

Shoot, it's so late.

I've got a meeting with my old professor In Venice at nine, why don't you join me?

No, I'm too tired.

I'm going to go paint for a bit, it will relax me.

I'll be back before midnight,

I don't want you to be here alone.

Stop the boat, Esposito.

Did the inspector say we should keep patrolling?

He says lots of dumb things! We've been going round in circles like idiots!

- Shall we stop? - Yeah, stop the boat.

It's bloody freezing tonight!

- How about we get a sandwich? - I don't see why not.

Oh boy, I could do with a glass of wine as well.

- There. Enjoy your sandwiches. - Thanks.

- What's in it, herring? - So? You wanted caviar?

- My respects, Professor! - Good evening!

That guy's Professor D'Arcangelo.

He's just returning from the house of that painter girl,

whose stepmother was killed the other night.

Too bad he's leaving, he should have been under the girl's bed sheets!

- So you mean that... - Oh, talk shtalk.

But I guess that our professor is a little queer.

I bet he hasn't scored with that pretty young girl.

If I were in his position, I know a thing or two I'd do! Alas, duty calls!

Thank you for watching Studio Concert, broadcast from the RAI auditorium.

This ends our series celebrating the third music festival of...

- Sorry, Miss. - Oh boy!

I'm sorry I scared you,

but I heard a scream and saw the shadow of someone running away from the house.

Yes, I know.

I think it was a burglar.

I was upstairs and I heard a noise, so I came down to see who it was.

- He must have fled. Are you okay? - Not really.

I just got a fright.

No luck, he's gone.

Miss, do you mind if we look around, just to make sure he's gone?

Sandra?

It's ten, shall we get up?

No, let me rest a little longer, I didn't sleep after what happened last night.

I'll go see how Paolo's doing.

- Bye! - Bye.

Are you alright? You rascals! Does it hurt?

- Only my balls, Gaspare! - You rascal!

Why, you mischief-maker!

Let's play!

Hey, Paolo.

You didn't come home last night, I was about to send out a search party.

- Well, you know... - Oh, no need to tell me.

You're really crazy about that Sandra, huh?

- Breathe slowly. Does it hurt here? - No.

- Here? - No.

- Here? - No.

Give me a deeper breath. Does it hurt here?

A little.

And here?

My dear Andreani, your liver is in bad shape.

Mark my words, the only thing that'll do you good is to stop drinking.

Listen, I only came here to get something for the pain.

I want you to mind your own business.

Suit yourself.

If you don't change your lifestyle you won't last long.

Me?

Worry about your own health.

Hello? Ah, it's you.

I'll finish work in a little while.

No. Have someone else take you to the casino.

I'll meet you there shortly, yes. Bye.

Help me!

Help!

Mother ever chaste!

Pray for us.

Mother ever virgin!

Pray for us.

Mother without sin!

Pray for us.

Virgin ever powerful!

Pray for us.

Virgin ever meek!

Pray for us.

Mystic rose!

Pray for us.

Tower of David!

Pray for us.

Tower of ivory!

Pray for us.

Morning star!

Pray for us.

The health of the sick!

Pray for us.

Shelter of sinners!

Pray for us.

Comforter of the sick!

NOW I WILL KILL YOU

Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty and twenty-one.

I think it's enough for today, Father.

I can bring you the plans for the new lot next week.

- Okay, see you next week. - Are you not coming?

- It's getting dark. - No, I still have something to do.

- As you wish, Father. See you soon. - Goodbye.

I'll be in Rome in about two or three days tops.

That's great, see you soon.

I couldn't postpone it any longer.

We're all fumbling in the dark, even the police.

And don't forget about the mystery related to the painting.

Indeed, but I'm worried about the messages my brother's getting.

I asked him to leave for a while but he is too stubborn.

He said the parish can't cope without him.

I haven't seen him since this morning.

Jeez, what a mess!

Whenever I go somewhere, I take the whole house with me.

Let me help you.

Boy, you're even taking these old letters with you.

What are you doing crouched down there?

At least ask me before opening them.

This is it, this is the final clue.

When did you receive this letter?

A while ago, I wanted to know how my mother was doing.

Now I know who's behind all the murders.

- I have to go. - It's nonsense, you can't believe that...

- I'll come with you. - No, you're going nowhere!

Don't worry, I'll be fine.

Head back to the parish house and stay with my brother.

I don't want you to be alone in this house.

So it was her...

Mrs. Nardi! It can't be!

Paolo! Paolo!

It's Nardi's crazy son, I had to defend myself.

He was going to murder me, like he killed his mother and all the others.

He is the one who has spread death among us.

Calm down, Paolo. Calm down.

It's all over now.

Please, tell me I didn't kill him.

Don't worry, you only knocked him out.

- You said he's Mrs. Nardi's son? - Yes.

Then the rumors in town were true.

She managed to keep him hidden for so many years.

Unbelievable...

Even though you have taken the lives of so many, we cannot judge you.

Divine justice will.

This nightmare is finally over.

You all need to get some rest now.

I'll take your statements tomorrow morning.

All right.

I'm going back to the house, I'm very tired.

Don't worry, Paolo, I will take Sandra home.

Now we can finish what we started.

Stefano, what is it? Something's wrong?

Are you still worried?

I'm sorry, dear, but I feel something is not quite right.

The painting, for instance.

That damn painting...

That lunatic stealing it doesn't make any sense.

Unless it was his mother that wanted it.

True, but why didn't she take it herself, then?

She's often been to our house, she's had many an occasion.

The typewriter was definitely hers.

Let me take another look at the photograph of the painting.

But...

- It's gone. - What?

The photo's gone!

Weird...

Then he knew about the photo as well.

Then he was here that evening.

Let's leave this house, Stefano, I'm too scared to stay here any longer!

Of course...

I'll be right back.

GIRL STRANGLED BY A MANIAC

I'm ready to go.

Stefano!

Stefano, what's wrong? You look upset.

The murderer, Paolo.

It wasn't that poor lunatic.

I can see clearly now.

The child in my nightmares all those years ago was me!

Me!

I cried because I helplessly witnessed a crime and knew who the murderer was!

Who was it? Tell me!

All those jumbled images in my head were unclear,

until you said something a while back.

When you said he killed his mother, how could you know she was dead?

It was the police who said that, don't you remember?

But you knew before them!

Before they even arrived!

Mrs. Nardi's son only wanted to avenge his mother!

- Because he'd seen you kill her! - No!

How did you kill the others?

No...

There was one thing that had led me astray.

You couldn't have killed the medium!

You and I were together in the church that night.

It was Mrs. Nardi, who was being blackmailed by the medium...

... due to her son and the abortions.

While she carried out the murder, she saw you at the window.

She feared that you had recognized her.

Later on, in the medium's house, along with the tapes she was looking for,

she also found the proof to accuse you with.

It was this prayer book which you had been looking for.

It was the evidence that the police never managed to find back then.

Your name is even written on it.

It was the medium that found it that day by the cliff.

She took the only piece of evidence that could have incriminated you!

Look at what was written in this newspaper.

The victim's hand was clutching three pages torn from a prayer book.

It's the three pages missing from your prayer book!

Mrs. Nardi threatened you with this because she thought you had seen her that night!

That explains the anonymous messages and why she wanted to kill you!

Don't go on.

I beg you, don't.

You couldn't have known who was aware of your past murder.

It could have been any of them.

The three who met with the medium.

You had to kill them all.

So your murder would never come to light.

Stefano, you could never understand.

You were just a child, you hid it in your subconscious.

However, I could not.

I've never stopped remembering what happened.

It kept tormenting me.

I've never been able to atone for what I did.

I could have helped you.

A murdering priest?

Who could help such a person?

No...

Paolo!

No...

No!

Paolo!

Paolo!

Paolo, stop!

Paolo!

No!

Paolo, listen to me, please!

Paolo!

I beg you!

Stop!