Original subtitles

[wind howling]

[soft music playing]

[fire crackling]

[woman] Hmm...

[inhales deeply]

[woman chuckles softly]

[woman] You know, I thought to maybe drive into town.

You want something?

[man] No.

[woman breathing heavily]

[woman] Hunter?

Who knew they would travel in pairs? I think...

-Come! -[exclaims]

Come on!

-What's going on? -[gunshots]

[exclaims]

[gasps]

[gun cocks]

You have a gun!

Why would you have a gun?

[breathing deeply]

[woman shrieks]

Jack! Jack.

[man grunts]

Jack...

[woman] Is he dead?

Jack.

Go to the house and call the police.

[yells] Go!

[breathing heavily]

[man screams]

TRAIN FROM: MUNICH.

[indistinct conversations]

[announcer speaking indistinctly over PA]

[telephone keypad clicking]

[line ringing]

-[man] Yeah? -It's Jack.

I'm here.

What do you mean "here"?

Rome.

[man sighs]

There is a bar near the main station,

Cafe Di Ghetto. Wait there.

[line disconnects]

[indistinct conversations]

[exhales sharply]

[clock ticking]

[door opens]

-Jack. -Papo.

It's been a while.

Who was the girl?

A friend.

A friend?

Who are the Swedes?

I'm working on that. It's going to take some time.

Did she set you up?

She had nothing to do with it.

Pity.

[inhales deeply]

You can't stay here.

I have made arrangements for you to leave town

while I sort this out.

Take a right outside the bar, then second left.

Near Magenta,

you'll find a dark blue Fiat Tempra with Pescara plates.

I have marked a small town on the map, Castelvecchio.

Stay there. Lay low till you get my call.

Don't talk to anyone.

And above all, don't make any friends, Jack.

You used to know that.

[footsteps departing]

[suspenseful music playing]

[music intensifies]

[newspaper rustles]

[church bell tolling]

[Jack huffing]

[grunts]

[water trickling]

[doorknob rattling]

[scooter silencer misfires]

[in Italian] Hello.

[Jack speaking Italian] Hello.

-Where are you from? -I?

Ah, you're an American.

Yes, a American.

Not "a American." It's "an American."

[coins clattering]

-Can I help you? -I'm not good with machines.

-You're American? -[in Italian] Yes.

-Speak Italian? -A little.

-On vacation? -[in English] A working vacation.

[speaking Italian] You work? What kind of work?

[sighs]

[in English] I am a photographer.

-[speaking Italian] So you take pictures? -Yes.

What kind of pictures?

[speaking English] Pictures of architecture, landscape.

-People? -No people.

Just for, uh, publication... For magazines.

Magazines. Which magazines?

[exhales deeply]

Different ones. Uh, Casa Editrice.

[in Italian] Okay.

[in English] You must share a glass of wine with me.

-Come tonight. -I can't, no.

You want to know the truth about Abruzzo?

A priest sees everything.

[engine stops]

[coin clatters]

[receiver clanging]

[telephone keypad clicking]

[line ringing]

[Papo] Yeah?

-It's Jack. -[Papo sighs]

You don't answer the cell I gave you.

I'm not good with machines.

You don't make this easy for me, Jack.

Got a job for you.

It's a custom fit.

You don't even have to pull the trigger.

I'll think about it.

[receiver clangs]

[Father] The quality of the brandy is good.

[sniffs deeply]

Smooth.

The only good thing to come from the French.

[Father exhales deeply]

You study our history?

No.

You come to Italy to make a guidebook...

and you don't care about history?

I take pictures.

Of course.

You're American.

You think you can escape history.

You live for the present.

I try to, Father.

[church bell tolling]

[breathing heavily]

[engine stops]

[woman speaking Italian] Hello.

[Jack speaking Italian] I would like this cheese...

-A wheel of Pecorino? -Yes, Pecorino.

-12 euros. -Alright. Please hurry up.

Sure.

-Here. -Thank you.

And here is the change.

-Thanks. -[woman laughs] And I thank you.

-[in Italian] Thank you. -[in Italian] You're welcome.

[Jack speaking English] You're welcome.

-[waiter speaking Italian] Your coffee. -Thank you.

-What you want, sir? -[speaking Italian] Bring me an Americano.

One Americano. Alright.

I am Edward.

Mathilde.

Range?

150 to 175 meters.

Time?

Five seconds, seven at the most.

Target?

One.

Firing rate?

Rapid.

Magazine capacity?

Large, preferably a 5.56.

The weapon must be fairly light and compact.

-How compact? -As compact as possible.

What? An automatic rifle that fit inside a woman's purse?

A small vanity case would be permissible.

Small briefcase should be possible.

Noise?

Silencer.

I can only give you a suppressor.

It will dampen the decibels and dislocate the sound source.

[Edward] Reduce the muzzle flash.

I can't make you silent but I can make you invisible

as long as you're willing to lose some range.

Two o'clock.

Light blue shirt, sunglasses. Is he with you?

I didn't see him.

In any case, I'm alone.

[speaking Italian] Your coffee, Americano.

[Edward speaking Italian] Thank you.

I can accept a slight loss of range.

You want a weapon

with a firing capacity of a submachine gun

with the range of a rifle?

Can you do it?

[car door shuts]

[intense music playing]

-[thud] -[gun clicks]

[breathing heavily]

[exhales deeply]

ITALIAN POST.

[Jack speaking Italian] Clark. A package.

Clark.

[soft orchestral music playing]

[trigger clicking]

[exhales sharply]

[music ends]

["La Bambola" by Patty Pravo playing over the radio]

[in Italian] I'm Clara.

[engine starts]

[in Italian] Thanks.

[In English] See you tonight.

[operatic music playing over the radio]

[Father humming along to the music]

[Father] All the sheep in my flock

are dear to me.

But some are dearer than most.

Especially those that have lost their way.

Fabio, mechanic.

Car doctor.

But I think his work is not always legal.

[operatic music continues]

[cutlery clanking]

Did you ever want to be anything but a priest?

Have you ever wanted to be

anything other than a... photographer?

I do what I'm good at.

You have the hands of a craftsman.

Not an artist.

You are good with machines.

Yet you told me just the opposite

when we first met.

Hmm?

Journalism, cannot make you a rich man.

Perhaps you are rich already.

A man can be rich...

if he has God in his heart.

I don't think God's very interested in me, Father.

[chuckles]

[engine revving]

[engine stops]

Fabio.

Got some damage to my car.

[speaking Italian] Sorry, I'm busy.

[speaking Italian] I am a friend of Father Benedetto.

-The American? -Yes.

[in English] I'm taking photographs in the mountains.

Okay, okay.

[Fabio speaking Italian] You need a beautiful model

for your photos?

A pretty Italian girl?

[in English] No, I need tools for a broken drive shaft.

[in Italian] Are you a mechanic?

[Edward speaking Italian] It's a hobby.

[Fabio speaking English] My garage...

your garage.

[speaking Italian] Do you want me to take a look at the bumper?

-Yes, thanks. -Mm-hmm.

[door closes]

[suspenseful music playing]

[door opens]

-[speaking Italian] How much? -Nothing.

[Edward speaking Italian] Thank you.

[door closes]

[church bell tolling]

[anticipatory music playing]

[in Italian] Is Clara here?

She's not working tonight.

-Would you like a drink? -No, thanks.

Perhaps another time.

[intense music playing]

[bells jingle]

["Tu Vuò Fa' L'Americano" by Renato Carosone playing over the radio]

[speaking Italian] Letter from a friend.

THREE DEAD IN DALARNA.

[intense music continues]

[music fades out]

[song continues playing]

[shrill music playing]

[keys jingling]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[shrill music continues]

[Mathilde] Hello again.

[engine stops]

[birds chirping]

Does this place get many visitors?

This is the only way to get here.

Did you check it for footprints and tire tracks?

Three days ago, I walked the river, both sides.

Let's check again.

[suspenseful music playing]

[rifle clicking]

[rifle cocks]

[Mathilde] Rounds?

I prepared two kinds.

Ten jacket and ten expand.

I'd like 20 of each.

And then, ten explosive.

Not a problem. Will mercury do?

Mercury will do very nicely.

I brought my own target.

Right there.

Muzzle velocity?

About 360 miles an hour.

That's including 20 miles an hour off

for the sound suppression.

-Ruger? -M14.

I've not had one before.

You'll find it easy.

I have rebalanced it for the weight of the suppressor.

The fulcrum is two centimeters forward from the grip

but that shouldn't matter if you're firing,

I'm assuming you're from a fixed position.

There's no major recoil issues.

You should be able to hold any target, even the smallest.

[rifle cocks]

[gunshots]

[clanging]

Go to the flower.

Fire into these reeds,

say two steps away from me.

Two bursts. Five seconds apart.

[bullets clinking]

[intense music playing]

[rifle cocks]

[music intensifies and ceases]

[Mathilde] The sound suppression is superb.

I couldn't place the direction of fire.

I shall require the rounds and the weapon

by the first of next month.

In the meantime, could you tighten

the adjusting screws on the side?

They're too loose.

What about the case?

It's a briefcase, Samsonite, black, combination locks.

You have a number you prefer?

-014. -014.

Are we done with these?

How thoughtful.

-[cork pops] -Asprinio. Don't know it.

It's like Moscato, only frizzante.

Wouldn't look right if the picnic wasn't touched.

-You chilled the wine. -Had to be chilled.

Italian cops.

[birds chirping]

Don't move.

So beautiful.

It's endangered.

You like coming here.

It serves the purpose.

You've never taken a woman here before?

No.

[soft music playing]

Perhaps you do not have a woman in your life.

[music continues]

[Mathilde] Thank you for a lovely day, Mr. Butterfly.

[kisses]

[train horn blaring in distance]

[Once Upon a Time in the West playing on TV]

[man in film] What are we gonna do with this one, Frank?

[Frank] Now that you have called me by name...

[speaking Italian] Sergio Leone. Italian.

[bells jingle]

[both breathing heavily]

[Clara] No.

[exhales sharply]

["Nel Giardino Dell'amore" by Patty Pravo playing on radio]

[breathing shakily]

[moans]

[Clara speaking Italian] Slowly.

Slower.

[Clara moans]

[moans loudly]

[continues moaning]

[both panting]

[in Italian] You're acting weird.

[Edward] Hmm.

Weird?

Yes.

It is as if...

[in English] It's like you can't stop thinking about something.

Or someone.

Signor Farfalla.

[speaking English] You don't have to act.

Act?

You might have to with other clients,

but you don't have to with me.

I want you to be exactly who you are.

I came here to get pleasure, not to give it.

Well, maybe I pretend very well.

You give me more tips than the other girls get.

I don't sleep with the other girls.

[soft music playing]

[speaking Italian] Hey, Signor Farfalla.

-[speaking English] How are you? -Good, thank you.

This is my friend, Anna.

Hi.

[in Italian] Nice to meet you, Anna.

Want to join me for some coffee?

We're going to see an American movie.

Anna's learning English.

Um... I would love to go to America.

[chuckles softly]

But perhaps, we can see each other soon?

On Wednesday, I'm free.

Okay, I'll be there.

Where?

Our usual place?

Our usual place.

I forgot.

Where is our usual place?

Let's go someplace new.

[Clara chuckles softly]

You can decide.

-Locanda Grappalli? -Great!

Locanda Grappalli, good food.

Mm-hmm. Grappalli.

-See you there? -I'll see you there.

-At 8:00? -At 8:00.

[Anna speaking Italian] Goodbye, Signor Farfalla.

[speaking English] Anna, it's nice to meet you.

TWO MORE PROSTITUTES MURDERED.

[suspenseful music playing]

-[breathing heavily] -[gun cocks]

[scooter silencer misfires]

[groaning]

[Jack] Shit.

[tires screeching]

[intense music playing]

[tires screeching]

[grunts]

[man panting]

[man choking]

[line ringing]

[line beeps]

Yeah?

[Jack] The Swedes found me.

Stay put.

Finish the job.

How the fuck did they know I was here?

Because you've lost your edge, Jack.

[sighs]

[clock ticking rapidly]

[breathing heavily]

[shrill music playing]

[music intensifies]

[panting]

[exhales sharply]

[Father] Good morning. You're up early!

I needed some air.

I walk here to meditate.

I thank God for certain favors He has granted me...

and I ask Him to look after those of my friends

who are sinners.

[Edward] All men are sinners.

[Father] Some are greater sinners than others.

But those who seek peace...

have much sinning in their history.

Maybe.

Forgive me, this is the priest in me speaking,

but...

you have done much sinning, Signor Clark.

And you still do.

[Father] Something happened here last night.

Everything I've done, I've had good cause to do.

Do you wish to tell me?

-To confess? -Yes.

For what reason?

For your own sake.

Perhaps, I can pray for you.

[Edward] Perhaps.

I wonder how many bastards have been made here.

You work in metal.

You were given some steel by Fabio, the car doctor.

Where was he conceived, Father?

Fabio, the car doctor.

Why do you ask me that?

You have each other's photos.

You have each other's eyes.

Was he conceived here, under the trees at night,

like all the other bastards?

I do not remember, Signor.

It was many years ago.

In the end it is I who confesses to you.

-Do you want me to do the same? -For your own good.

You cannot doubt the existence of hell.

You live in it.

It is a place without love.

Perhaps, I have no right to wear these robes.

But I do have a heart full of a father's love.

Something close to His heart.

And for that, I am both grateful and happy.

What do you have, my friend?

[soft music playing]

[indistinct conversations]

Ciao.

I was not sure, you know, you were coming.

I wasn't sure you meant me to.

[speaking Italian] Of course, I did.

[waiter speaking Italian] Good evening.

-[Edward] Good evening. -[Clara] Good evening.

[waiter] Thank you.

-[speaking Italian] Here you go. -Thank you.

[Clara] Thank you.

[in Italian] Can you bring us a bottle

of mineral water and a Montepulciano?

-Do you need an English menu? -No, thanks.

German, Dutch?

He speaks Italian as good as me.

I repeat, a bottle of mineral water

and a bottle of Montepulciano d'Abruzzo.

-Sparkling? -No, still.

People from the provinces.

[glasses clink]

[speaking English] Can I ask you something?

Sure.

Are you married?

No.

I was sure this was your secret.

Why do I have to have a secret?

You're a good man, but...

you have a secret.

[man speaking Italian] Excuse me.

[speaking Italian] No. No, please.

-No, thanks. -[Edward speaking English] It's okay.

[Clara speaking English] No. He thinks we are a couple.

That's okay.

-[man speaking Italian] Thank you. -[Edward speaking Italian] Thank you.

[man and Clara speaking in Italian indistinctly]

[romantic music playing]

-[shower turns on] -[water running]

[shower turns off]

[thrilling music playing]

Got it.

Here.

[clicking]

[sighs]

[watch ticking]

[coins clattering]

[telephone keypad clicking]

[line ringing]

[Papo speaking Italian] Hello?

I need some more time.

[in English] You're testing my patience.

Just give me a few more days.

You'll get two days, then you make a drop.

-[phone beeps] -[line disconnects]

-Ciao. -Ciao.

[Clara] Where we go?

[Edward] Someplace beautiful.

[Clara speaking Italian] Are we going for an outing?

A picnic.

[In English] Yeah. A picnic.

I have to practice my English.

Today, we are going to have a picnic.

It is a beautiful day.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Clara] Where we go?

[Edward] You'll see.

I think it's good we stay close to the road.

Don't worry, I've been this way many times taking photographs.

[engine stops]

[birds chirping]

[Clara] Only you come here?

Yes.

Wow!

[Clara speaking Italian] It is paradise!

[in English] I'm going to swim in the water.

You come?

[Edward] It's cold.

[Clara] Maybe.

[Clara] Come!

Come, Sir Farfalla.

It's beautiful, no?

We make love in the water?

[chuckles softly]

What's wrong?

We should have our lunch.

Ah! Ah...

Look, it's a bullet.

Maybe the hunters are here.

I don't think so.

I'm cold.

[Clara chuckles softly]

[kisses softly]

Edward.

Is that your real name?

Will you put this behind me?

What?

What?

-Nothing. -[clicks]

[trunk closes]

[Clara speaking Italian] Thank you.

I just don't understand

what the hell you're doing with a gun.

[in English] A friend of mine give to me.

The two prostitutes were killed in Pescara, right?

Did you see what they do to them?

The police showed me the photographs.

I want to feel safe with clients.

Does it make you feel safe with me?

You're not a client.

Then why is it in your bag?

Because I work tonight.

There's a processione.

A procession?

Yes. Tomorrow.

In Castel Del Monte.

We go to this together?

Maybe.

Really?

And after...

After that, after tomorrow, and the next day...

I can't stay forever, Clara.

It's time to go home.

-Take me home with you. -I can't.

[sad music playing]

[Edward sighs]

[softly] Stay forever.

[line ringing]

[Papo] Yeah?

I'll make the delivery and then I'm out.

Papo?

Okay, Jack.

You're out.

[keypad beeping]

[line ringing]

[woman] Hello?

Now, you listen to me carefully.

[suspenseful music playing]

[clicking]

[gun cocks]

[men speaking indistinctly]

[in Italian] A coffee.

[in Italian] Two.

I see you've brought it in with you.

Everything's here as we agreed.

What's this?

Candy for your trip.

[Edward] I thought you might have a sweet tooth.

That's very kind of you.

[box rattles]

I guess I'll be reading about this in the Tribune.

Yes... I expect so.

[suspenseful music playing]

I'm just going to the ladies, wait here.

[car door closes]

[engine starts]

[car departs]

[cracking knuckles]

[music continues]

Okay?

I'm fine. You?

Just fine.

You won't need your gun.

You never know.

Final payment.

Buy yourself a retirement clock.

[clamoring]

Goodbye, Mr. Butterfly.

[soft music playing]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

What happened?

There wasn't the opportunity.

Find one.

I'm following him now.

[music continues]

[bells tolling]

[choir singing]

[bells continue tolling]

[Clara] Boo!

[laughing]

[chuckles]

I was looking for you.

I'm here.

What are you doing tonight?

I work tonight.

Don't.

If I ask you to come away with me, would you?

Come away with you?

Why not?

-Together? -Together.

Forever?

Forever. [exhales deeply]

I love you. I love you.

[in Italian] I love you.

[Edward speaking Italian] I love you.

[grunts]

[piercing music playing]

I want you to take this and meet me at the river.

-Eduardo. -Go! Go!

[music intensifies]

Who do you work for?

Who?

[weakly] Same man...

as you.

Jack.

[footsteps approaching]

[panting]

[Mathilde groaning softly]

I'm sorry, Father.

Oh...

[breathing heavily]

[indistinct conversations]

[suspenseful music playing]

[breathing heavily]

[dogs barking]

[music fades out]

[panting]

[bells continue tolling]

[somber music playing]

[tires screech]

-[horn blaring] -Eduardo!

Eduardo!

Eduardo!

[horn continues blaring]

[melancholic music playing]

[music ends]

[soft acoustic music playing]

["Window of My Eyes" by Cuby & The Blizzards playing]

[song ends]

[soft music playing]

[music ends]