All language subtitles for Fantasma d amore - Dino Risi 1981-eng

The Ghost of Love

It was something he almost never did,
two or three times a year,

and it would be the third.

Rather than go by the car he went
to the square and took the bus.

Hey, there's a woman
trying to get to the bus

This ticket is out-of-date

You need to pay 100 liras.

- I don't have any money, I only have this.
- Please take this, miss.

Thank you
Are you sure I can borrow it?

Yes, sure.

But then how can I
give it back?

It's only hundred liras.

Thank you.

But I consider
it a loan.

Yes, sure

Thanks.

It was Tuesday, market day
in the big square.

It was misty.
First fog that winter in Pavia.

Is that you, Nino?

- Hi.
- Have you brought mustard again?

- Yes. - You eat a lot of mustard,
are you sure it's OK for you?

How bad could it be?

Professor Fascilli talked
about this last Sunday.

Not sure how you metabolize
substances

Alcohol, for example,
becomes fat

and how badly you eat today
no one mourns

they have infarction, ulcers
and rheumatism.

You have a husband still in shape,
young and handsome as the sun.

- We'll see when you...
- You got conference on Sunday?

- Yes, with Monsignor Di Trotti
- Again?

Come on,
it was two months ago.

Really? I thought less.
What is he going to talk about?

The Spiritual Exercises
Ignatius of Loyola.

Ah, interesting...

All right, we'll put some
mustard on this pig.

But, what will you take it with?
A stew?

- Yes.
- It's bad to eat mustard so late.

- Will answer it?
- No, it's probably for you.

Hallo?

Hi, Loredana.
Yes.

This cheese is good,
Where did you buy it?

At Medagliani's.

- It's probably for you again
- Perhaps, but still, you get it.

They think they can call
at all hours...

- Are you waiting for a call?
- No.

- Not even for Monsignor?
- No.

Ok.

Hello?

- Halo?!
- Dr. Nino Monti?

- Yes. Who's speaking?
- Woman from the bus.

- From the bus?
- Yes, I had no money, and you...

Ah yes, I remember, go on

How I can return it?

Come on, you can't be serious!

No, really, Nino?

- Didn't you recognize me?
- Excuse me, look...

Have I changed so much?

Hey, I'm Nino Monti, auditor,
I'm confused...

I'm Anna.

What Anna?

Anna Brigatti.

I know i have changed...

But you haven't.
I recognized you right away.

You have not changed much.

Anna...

I've been sick.

Nino, who's that?

I...

I'm happy...
to hear you.

Nino, and the 100 lire?

You'll return it next time.
Do not worry.

Yes, next time
we meet..

Who was that?

A woman I was supposed to met for

a sale of properties. A barnacle.

I told her tomorrow
I'll be in my office.

She shouldn't be calling at dinner time.

You should tell her that.

They won�t let us take a single
bite I peace.

By the way, today I saw Coppi.

You know, at that reunion on the boat,

We talked about school problems.

He dared to say, "You don't understand
this because they have children ".

As I have no children, do not understand
the problems of the children.

I know why I envy
my friends,

because I married a man
younger than me.

If Loredana wants to be candidate
for president, that's fine with me.

And as a president she may
do whatever she wants to

One thing is certain,
I won't obey orders from anyone.

What?

Loredana was the last one

in our circle...

I'm exhausted,
I'm going to bed.

I leave it all as it is,
the maid will clean it tomorrow.

- What are you doing?
- I'm going to bed.

I'll get a book.

I have always remembered
beautiful Anna.

And thanks to the memory of her and
our time together,

Sometimes when we make love
with Teresa I closed my eyes,

Immersed...
Bathed in sweat drop.

I got excited at the memory
Anna.

But now I can't.

After seeing her so changed,
shabby, ill,

unrecognizable.

- Good morning, doctor.
- Good morning, Rita. any news?

The accountant Fressi is waiting.

There was a call from the House of
Trade and Finance.

And Dr. Bianchi.

- That's all right.
- Thanks.

- Good morning, doctor.
- Good morning, Aressio.

- You look pale.
- No, I'm all right.

Your stomach hurts?

- No, some of gastritis...
- Then go home.

- Thank you
- That's all right.

- I'b be right there with you in a minute.
- No rush.

�Rita!

- Yes?
- What is that coin?

- It's 100 liras.
- I know, But who put it there?

Maybe the cleaning lady.

- Maybe she found it on the ground.
- Ah, yes...

- Sure... no one else came today?
- No, nobody else.

- May I enter the accountant?
- Yes.

No, want to read
the correspondence first

�Go Pav�a!

�Go Pav�a!

I'll seat at the backseat, so Teresa
can go front.

Okay, but don't shout.

- Teresa gets out first
- Right

Good conference.
Greetings to Monsignor.

Good bye.

Now it's "spring trio".

Come on, hurry up, they won't wait

You're not coming to the conference
of Monsignor, right?

No thanks, S. Ignacio...
I could never stand him.

I know that. You prefer hanging out
with playboy friends like Luciano.

He's at the match.

What will you do? stay home,
go to the movies?

I'll stay home, read something.

- Bye solitary.
- Bye.

Tell the Monsignor that conference
was interesting, but I had to leave.

Ok.

I know.

With a silence that...

You would be able to kill?

It seemed almost like
a claim.

A small voice so shy, insecure, as it is
doubting whether itself is being heard.

A rainy Sunday afternoon
everything seems strange, unreal.

I felt the desire to go
back there,

to see that house again,
her home,

where I haven't been
since so long ago

between those streets
from the old times

I had to face
to the memory.

A kind of search for
a lost time,

and no more complications.

I had always remembered
this neighborhood of narrow streets,

courtyards full of shadows.

Anna and I touring
these silent streets,

smelling urine in corners,
wine and cigarettes at the inn.

Once I accompanied
to her home,

and we kissed there,

to defy her mother,
neighbors, the concierge.

Looking for someone?

No.

�Nino!

Nino...

- Nino...
- Anna...

Nino, is it you?

Looking for me?
I do not live here anymore.

You are soaked.

Back in the days I wouldn't have left
To get wet.

Sorry.

You came for the 100 lire?

The 100 lire? But what
are you talking about?

Please take it.
I give them back.

But what are you doing here?

Nothing.

It had something to do
nearby.

Then I had to wait.

You came for me, right?
Then I was gonna wait.

I Have found a way as if
I'd travel here every day.

This was our refuge,
remember?

We said that would be great
have the key to that door,

and enter the garden.

Yes, I remember but...
it was so long ago.

It's been a long time, yes.

You really think there's
time?

Time?

Does it exist?

The time we get older,
it consumes us,

it does exist.

But inside I have not aged.

I am still the safe as before.

The Anna of yesterday

Kiss me.

Kiss me.

�I beg you, my love!

- Finally you come back, come.
- What is it?

Something horrible.

- �Ressi!
- �Doctor! �Doctor!

- What happened?
- He was a witness...

- ... of a crime
- Really?

Calm down. Drink something and count
all in stride.

Take, quiet.

It is strong.

Well, I was with a friend,

a good person,
a lawyer.

We passed three or four houses,
half an hour ago,

I passed a house and looked
inwards unintentionally,

and I saw...

It came to me as a drunk.

She hit the door,

I heard a strangled noise

- Her throat was cut.
- What a horror!

A woman with her throat
cut?

Yes, there was blood everywhere,
and then...

She fell to the floor in front of me.

Where was that?

Didn't I say?

In Via Porta, corner
San Colombaro.

In the Via Porta in old neighborhood

- Via Porta, right?
- Yes

You have to go to the police
and tell what happened.

Want me to go with you?

- No.
- Come on, let's go.

- No, I have bothered too much.
- No, come on.

Thank you.
What will my mother say?

- Call me. Nino, accompany.
- Yeah, come on.

- Thanks, that's nice.
- You're welcome.

- I'm afraid.
- What?

Of the questions they will ask.

You'll tell them what you know
and that's all. Come on.

- Excuse me, can I go to the bathroom?
- Yes, well. You know where it is.

- Nino...
- Yes?

- Who is Anna?
- Anna?

Look.

Some Anna Brigatti... greets
from Cortina D'Ampezzo.

It's from 1963.

Can you believe it?
No wander people criticize the post office.

Only 20 years late.
Gotta publish this in the press.

Yes, sure.

Yes.

- Was there anyone else?
- No.

- Although now that I think...
- What?

Shortly before... I saw someone
running out of the house.

- A man?
- I didn't see it well, it was raining,

Was wearing open umbrella.

A boy or woman, I do not know.

Wearing one long white overcoat.

- Good morning, doctor.
- Good morning, Rita.

I read in press, it seems that was
a nephew who killed that old woman.

Ressi has said it will take a while,
He is at the station.

Yes.

Portress beheaded with
a razor

"The murderer struck furiously
and wild ".

"There's a suspect, victim's nephew,
a certain Mario Lucchi".

�What a day!

- Hello.
- How did it go?

Many indiscreet questions,
they were rude.

One question after another,
without respite.

First the Carabinieri, who were
very friendly, then the cops...

Only one commissioner was friendly,
others were brutes.

Have you seen the posted they have picture?
I look like an old man.

- No, you look all right
- You think so?

But, what's new?

They are not sure, but they suspect
nephew, they're looking for him.

They're considering several indications.
Many given by me.

There are also other important details.

Like what?

They found an umbrella,
of a man,

black, open,
it was in the scene of the crime.

It was the first Sunday in November
Dinner day at 'survivors',

as we called Luciano,
organizing those citations.

I've met with three friends
from Ugo Foscolo institute.

The event, as always, was
at the Old Mill.

- Good morning, Dr Nino.
- Hello, Mario. Am i first?

Dr. Luciano is inside.

- Hello, Luciano.
- Hello. How about the chairwoman?

Good.

Women are always right,
husbands are the ones who suffer.

I know it well, I'm single.

- How many have you been with to suffer?
- No, now...

- What have you prepared, a poison?
- Pickled tench, would you like?

- Smells like oil.
- No, it smells like that in the area.

Yes, nobody trusts.

- How about a starter?
- Risotto with frogs.

Ok, bring it on.

- Here comes Rinaldo.
- Hello, Nino.

- Hello, Rinaldo.
- What's wrong with the field?

Does it rain too much or too little?

Raining taxes.

- Are you expecting Professor Arnaldi?
- Yes. But we'll start without him.

I'll bring something

Nino, the other day I saw you
on a bus.

Yes, that's possible.

Don't be astonished,
I saw you. Right or not?

What, you said, you
economize on gas too?

Good one.

But I told them that someone like you,
successful auditor,

doesn't need to skimp

Do you Know where I was yesterday?

In the Dumping.

What's that? Some club?

Yes, but not as of
our times.

You remember the Porta d'Oro?

Sure, used to go there every night.

Yes, but this has
great atmosphere too.

- Who?
- Anna Brigatti.

- Remember her?
- Who? The blonde with blue eyes?

Yes.

You wanted her too,
but she gave you the brush-off.

- Didn't she live in Via Porta?
- Yes.

But how could she became
a mummy? She had...

Had great tits and awesome ass.

Yes...

But you can't imagine how she looks now.

You wouldn't even recognize her.
It looks shameful.

She looks old, wrinkled,
emaciated, skinny...

And dressed like...

But what happened?

I think she has been very ill.

- Hello.
- Excuse me. The clinic...

- I couldn't have came earlier. Hi.
- Hello.

It was a very serious case.

He just talked about a girl
Maurizio.

A poor girl who once was
with Nino.

Don't tell you me you mean
Anna Brigatti?

I've told, made an eyesore,
unrecognizable, I was stunned.

And to think she was so beautiful.

Who? Anna Brigatti?

She was my girlfriend, remember?
The blonde with blue eyes.

Yes, but how many years ago
have you seen her?

How many years?
The other day on the bus!

- Anna Brigatti?
- Yes.

But... she's dead.

Dead?!

No wonder she looked
like a mummy, if she's dead.

Maurizio, are you sure?

Yes, I'm the one who diagnosed
the disease.

Her husband, Count Zighi
Sondrio, my friend,

He brought his wife to me, because

Are you Sure it was Anna Brigatti?

Yes, it was girlfriend of yours,
who lived in Via Porta,

With whom you were walking by the Ticino.
How could i forget?

They married in Sondrio.

Nino, are you sure it was her
not some other similar girl?

Well, I dunno...

Yes, maybe it was someone
who resembled her.

You better remember it like it was.
As it was before.

Sure, you're right.

Let's not think about that now.
Come on, let's eat and drink.

Come on, friends, we came her
to have fun, right?

- Right.
- Mario, bring the forks!

Nino...

- Nino...
- What?

- Why don't you tell me?
- What do you mean?

What's going on.
I can see something is worrying you.

- Affair at work?

No, really, just sleep well.

Have you seen?
A letter from the alleged murderer.

- What?
- Mario Lucchi, the nephew of the caretaker.

The one police are looking for.

- Don't you have anything else to do?
- Yeah... right. Excuse.

Okay, read it.

"The alleged monster Via Porta
wrote to our newspaper. "

It's the headline.
Here's the letter, read it:

"Your newspaper has published stuff
about me that are not true.

The truth is different and
I know it well.

My aunt was a lackluster, but
she didn't deserve to die like that.

I didn't go to the police
station, because you know...

...when you enter, but
not when they let you out.

What a chutzpah, but he's right.

"Once I'll decide,
and explain everything.

I will give my version, which is the truth,
tremendous and incredible.

I know there's someone who knows
truth and can help... ".

What do you think?

What I can say?
I know as much as you

- News about the crime?
- What?

- Sorry. Want some?
- Yes

- Woman beheaded in Via Porta.
- Ah, yes. They are looking at nephew.

Despite his exculpatory letter
He seems to be the murderer.

- What could have be the reason?
- Who knows. There could be many.

It was a heinous crime, angry,
with hatred...

creel.

- Are there any more suspects?
- For now not.

An umbrella
seems to be a clue...

An umbrella?

Black, open, near the
crime scene.

But it took us nowhere.

It was sold
in Milan 3 or 4 years ago.

Apparently the victim was
a good piece.

Yesteryear facilitated abortions, but
not anymore.

- Excuse me.
- Sure.

Very good singer, not to mention
the lyrics.

I am organizing a recital
parts of Paul Claudel,

great playwright and a good Christian.
- There is a book about Claudel...

I'd like to read it.
- Nice. Who is the author?

I haven't read it yet
But I'll read it for sure.

Rice!

Here it is.

- Have you greeted Monsignor?
- Yes

Everyone loved the concert,
They congratulated me.

- Can I take some rice?
- What?

- There's rice, can I take some?
- Sure.

Something's distracting you lately,
you're nervous, tense.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing. There you go.

- Here, Teresa.
- Thank you.

- Would you, Nino?
- No, thank you.

- Rice, Monsignor?
- That's my secretary.

Nino...

- You're Nino Monti, right?
- Good evening, Mr. Gaspare.

- Long time no see.
- What is your life like now?

As always, focused
at work.

And you, immersed as always
in your books?

Yes increasingly.

I am finishing a biography of
Nicolas Flamel, the alchemist.

I am also translating
Coleridge.

You know the "Rime of the Ancient
Sailor "?

No.

"Red were his lips,
daring his gaze,

and her golden hair
as gold.

Pale skin was like that of
a leper.

She was the nightmare,
the living death,

man's blood run cold. "

I've seen it, you know?

Seen who?

By the pale lady who speaks
Coleridge.

Lesser, thin,

wrinkled skin.

A defunct.

- Nino Monti, visit me on returning.
- Where? I'm not going anywhere.

- A little rice?
- Thank you.

Nino...

Yes?

I wanted to talk to the poor
Loredana.

- What's wrong?
- I'm afraid she's not feeling well.

That is something serious.

But she only trusts her doctor and
asked me to accompany her.

- Because he's here in Pavia.
- Where is he?

In Sondrio.

In Sondrio?
- Yes, it is far and uncomfortable ride...

Can you join us?

Can't you take a taxi?

Are you kidding? from here to Sondrio?

Okay, I'll go.

Thanks.

Loredana, how about you?

Well, thank you.

At I Sondrio might make
a phone call.

Sorry, we do not know.
Is it Zighi Countess husband?

I'm a friend of Professor Arnaldi,
can I see him?

He is the husband of...?

Most likely the widower.

Yes, I talk to you Because
strange thing happened to me.

No, I do not know.

I knew Anna, his wife.
Did she talk about me?

Yes.

Some time ago we had affair
Yes, A lot.

I confess I still love her.

Is she alive? Where?
She's very sick, right?

Tell me the truth.
Is she dead?

There are many cars, we have
to wait.

- I'll take a walk.
- Okay, but not too long.

No, an hour or so.

- Coffee.
- Well.

- Do you have a phone?
- There.

- Halo
- Is this the house of Count Zighi?

Yes, Who is it?

- Can I talk to the count?
- And who are you?

I do not know..

I'm...

It doesn't matter.

I'm from Pavia and my name's
Giovanni Monti.

Nino? Is that you?

- I'm Anna.
- Anna?

�Anna!

- So...
- What a surprise, Nino.

What do you do in Sondrio?
We must get together soon.

Yes, but tell me where.

- Didn't you come to work?
- No.

- Forget it.
- Ok

- Come and get me.
- Okay.

So long ago...

- I'll give you the address.
- Yes

- Where are you?
- In a bar.

Sorry...

A pen...

I got it

Tell me.

Can I?

Nino...

Finally.

How beautiful you are, Anna.

Both as before.

What do you say?

I am full of gray hair.

I can't see them. Maybe you have some,
but I adore them.

You're fine.
You've hardly changed.

Just a little.

I'm glad you called.

- It's time for him to know you.
- It is true.

Had long wanted
to come and see you.

- Why did you come to Sondrio?
- Well...

No, do not tell me.

I like to think that you have come
just to see me.

It's kind of truth.

I wanted the first time.

For a few days
Memory of you haunts me.

The memory of our great love?

Do not mock me.

- It is true.
- Nino, I'm married!

- You should behave.
- Ok

- Are you married too?
- Yes.

- To someone i know?
- No, I don't think so.

I left to Pavia after
you left.

At that time I wanted to
know.

It helped.

I said, "I must start
a new life. "

I needed to forget.

It was my fault you married someone else.
Or thanks to me, if you prefer.

We wanted to build something solid,
a family with children.

But the children didn't come.

Years passed, and now we live
like old friends.

God! We are getting
dramatic.

Yes, you're right.

Let's talk about you.

Are you happy with your husband?

I trying to.

It is a very serious man,
also affectionate.

He gives me everything I want.

A quiet life, provincial.

You have a very nice house...
that's important.

- Come, I'll show you.
- Ok.

This is the dining room.

But almost never eat here.

My husband is in town today,
He usually dines out.

Come on.

My husband's bedroom.

We sleep in different rooms.

After years of living together
some freedom is appreciated.

This was my bedroom.

- This?
- Yes, it is. This is my bedroom.

The bathroom was meant for the children,
but we had no children.

- Want a drink?
- Yes.

I think there's walnut liqueur
from my aunt.

Yes, there's a little.

- Want some?
- Yeah, would be nice.

Thanks.

- You don't drink?
- No.

- To your health.
- Thank you.

I don't even know how many times
I wanted to call you,

and I nearly did...

- Why didn't you?
- I don't know.

- Fear of your wife?
- No.

- Or that my husband would answer?
- No, not really.

And you, have not been back to Pavia?

Why should I?

I have no relatives and
no friends.

Why would I go?

To see me, for example.

- To see you?
- Yes.

Yes, why not?

Would be wonderful to see you,
great!

Do not know why, but...

I have nightmares for days.

I shouldn't tell you, but
I had a hard time because of you.

- Because of me?
- Yes.

I heard horrible things about you.

That...

you were dead.

- Do not tell me?
- Yes.

Who told you?

Arnaldi, a doctor friend of mine.

Clearly confused you with someone else.

Now the nightmare is over,
here you are,

I returned to find you,
and I will never leave you.

Dead? That's funny.

Now I understand why you called
my husband.

Wanted to offer condolences?

- It is true what they say?
- Yes.

People say some things.
Talk and talk without knowing.

From what they said I was dead?

Of serious illness.

- That's hilarious.
- Yes.

- How did you react?
- You can imagine

"The poor
Anna Brigatti ".

Well...

Yes...

After all maybe it is truth,
I'm dead.

I have a nice house,
I'm Zighi Countess,

a friend of my husband
woo me,

so did some young man on
the beach last night.

Truckers whistle at me
down the street...

But actually it's
completely true.

What is truth?

That marriage is a grave.
I'm dead.

Anna...

- Anna, my love.
- No, Nino...

Make no mistake,

I'm not a being unsatisfied,
my absent husband is unfaithful.

I never cheated

What a wonderful day
we had together.

- It has been many years.
- Yes.

I thought about those days
and still do.

Our first meeting,
in that old dance club

- Remember?
- Yes

The Ticino, the boat.

And we made love
behind the bushes.

You've been my only love.
I had not noticed,

but now I know.

- I want you
- �No! �No!

- �No! �No!
- Why not?

- thus no.
- Why?

Please, darling, not here.

�No!

It's strange seeing you after
of 20 years.

Why our love ended,
with no reason?

Ended?
Not to me.

The love I feel for you
has never died.

I am a woman,

and women do not destroy anything,
they care, retain.

I have not forgotten what I experienced.

I keep all my memories,
especially of you

I keep it all inside.

You know that I have yet
all your letters?

You used to write a lot.

Not like now, a call
and that's all.

Your cards are beautiful.
Full of love and promise.

I like to reread them
occasionally.

- Have you kept mine?
- Yes, of course.

I'm not as tidy as you,
but I have.

I have the pictures too.

But...

after all these years,

why do you come to Sondrio?
To see me?

I told you that I have seen
curious things.

I found a strange woman,
with sick face.

I thought it was you.

Can you describe her better?

Yes.

She was somewhat lower than you,

all wrinkled, with crazy eyes,

in a long raincoat,
old and dirty.

I know who she might be.

A friend of mine that
was jealous of me.

She was ugly and I was pretty.

I haven't seen her for long time,
she suffered serious nervous disorders.

Yes, "You'll be yourself again,
sooner or later ".

So says Franchinetti,
the psychiatrist.

Poor thing.

How did you come across each other?

The first time was a few days ago,
on a bus.

- I gave her money for the ticket.
- Hundred lire?

Yes.

One hundred lire, yes.

The second time was in front of
the house in the night of the murder.

The concierge's cutthroat?

Yes.

Have you read the latest news?
It seems like it was the nephew.

Mario...

- Mario...
- Mario Lucchi.

I knew them well on both.
They were very unfriendly.

Did you know that Mario Lucchi was
suitor of mine?

Ah, really?

I'm afraid that they won't ever
find him.

But what matters is
you're here,

that at last we can see each other
again.

Goodbye, my love.
You better leave now.

But we will meet again.

You know where I'd like to meet?
On the river, like we used to.

Yes, will you call me?

No, you better call me.

�What a passion
Have a little patience.

One day, you may not remember,

your open lips offered me
for you to kiss them and I didn't realize.

I realized later, but
you were gone.

That's not a tragedy

No, but I owe you that kiss you wanted...

No matter how much I kissed you it wouldn't
compensate that one kiss you asked me

and i denied you.

Why are you laughing?
You think I'm crazy, right?

Stop laughing.

But it is true that you
somewhat crazy.

You said something very nice.

That kiss you owe me...
give it to me at the river.

I was Trying to control my legs,
they wanted to run.

Perhaps she was looking at me.
What do I do? May I come back?

I felt light, as if i was drunk.

That heat, perfume of
woman...

Could I have rediscovered that
after so many years?

Those kisses, those caresses,
so touching and desirable.

It was something great.

I had to wait... a week or less.

- How did it go?
- Wow, I have nothing.

- As healthy as an apple.
- Good.

The doctor has forbidden
to start worrying again.

Get comfortable, ladies.

I knew there would be nothing wrong.
Today is a great day.

What did you do in the meantime?
You ask if he's been faithful?

Get me Dr. Arnaldi.

I'm Nino Monti.

- Hello, Nino.
- I'm calling because

I want you to know something.

- Do you know who I saw two days ago?
- No, who?

Anna Brigatti, Earl's wife,
you said he was dead.

She is alive and well.

More beautiful than ever.

- Do you hear me?
- Yes Are you sure? Where did you see her?

Leave the details, i just
saw her. That's all.

Don't want to talk about it?

Admit you were wrong?

Hey, you better talk
in person.

Do you want to talk?

Just wanted to tell you this.

If you want to talk about it

Come see me later
okay?

Great, See you later.

I was excited yet
by a visit to Anna,

I had promised to call me,
But when?

It had been three days.

Then I decided to call.

Hello.
Hello!

- What has happened?
- Dr. Arnaldi had heart attack.

- Is he dead?
- Yes.

- Where have you been?
- I was out here.

I heard a scream, like someone
could not breathe.

- A cry of fear.
- What did you fear?

When the time comes, everyone's sorry
all feel terror and anguish.

Welcome, I was waiting.

Good morning, Don Gaspare.

You came because of
Dr. Arnaldi' death

A strange death, isn't it?

- He left you restless, afraid.
- No.

I was sorry, but
not afraid.

How about the trip?
It was like a trip to the past,

but when you told me,
I didn't know I'd make it through.

"There are more things on earth
and in heaven, Horatio,

which may never be explain with
your philosophy. "

Why are you so interested
in folk legends?

As a priest you should have
a concept of the afterlife...

higher.

I have given up that habit,

but beyond is not that far away
from here.

It's here among us.

Death is another way
of life.

One day we shall live too
or perhaps you've already lived.

Look...

I loaned it to a lady who
makes curious experiments.

With this apparatus she has recorded
voices of the dead.

- Really?
- Yes

Not for the first time

In 1961, a man left in the garden
a tape on

to record the birds
at night...

He found he had recorded
the voice of his dead mother.

How's that possible?!

Since this system
has been used extensively.

Listen...

You know where I am.

From where I speak.

Hello/

Hello!

But... who's that?

But... but...

We hear...

- Do not answer.
- It could be for me.

I've warned I was coming...

�Nino, do not answer!

Hello.

- �Hello!
- Nino?

�Anna! I've been waiting
for your call.

I have fulfilled the promise.
Aren't we arranged to meet?

- Sure. When?
- Tomorrow.

- Okay, yes, but...
- With whom are you talking?

- Where?
- In Ticino.

- Yes
- Agree?

Okay, at the riverside. We remain
Torre d'Isola, at 10.

- But who's talking?
- Okay, at 10.

Anna, if you knew...

Hey...

Hey...

Don't go there, Nino.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Luigino...

Don't you remember me?

Dr Nino, how are you?

Good, good

- Been a while, right?
- We're old.

- Have a boat? I want to paddle.
- Yes, I have three.

- Which one should I take?
- That one.

Hey, want a ride?

�Nino!

- Are you taking me?
- Guess.

At last paradise. Remember?

- I recall it well.
- Yes, with white sand,

and scent of wild herbs.

Were we made love.

The two in this boat, as in
one old romantic film.

Like a photo that become yellow
by the passing of time.

Photo of two former lovers
separated for life

but always united, faithful.
- Faithful?

Yes.

There is a loyalty that lasts
over time,

deep, spiritual.

Yes, but I meant...

I was thinking a while,
about Mario Lucchi.

- Mario Lucchi?
- Yes, You said you knew him.

Yes, he courted,
I told you.

- What else?
- What do you mean?

You think it's time
to talk about it?

It's true, let it go.

No, let's talk about that.

He was crazy about me,
and very jealous of you.

What was between you two?

It was so long ago.

It doesn't matter.

No, we'd better know the truth
once and for all.

We may not meet again.

That is up to you.

You've changed suddenly,
're cold, distant.

If you must know, I left
because of Mario Lucchi.

What? Your mother said you were transferred
and suddenly disappeared.

There were no transfer, it was a leak.

You've run away.

Yes, it was a leak.
But I ran away from him, not from you.

I cursed him that day.

And I believed that...

Mario Lucchi and his aunt
ruined my life.

Explain...

It was fair to punish them,
they both deserved it.

I don't understand.
Punished for what?

That Mario was violent, vulgar,
He took me by force,

was destroying everything he touched.

He wanted to completely humiliate me
and left me pregnant.

You couldn't know.
How could you know?

The old hag knew

he took me to the gatehouse

like if i was w whore...
and that disgusting woman did the rest.

He sought abortions and forced me
to do it.

You were forced?
You had to agree.

Some people have
a power...

a sinister power, which...

you can not resist.

These people can...

always get what they want

It was horrible, but...

I could not resist.

I was full of rage and...

I grew desire of
revenge.

Some things you never forget,

never forgive.

And those two paid for it.

She was slaughtered and he...

- And he?
- He's gone.

But they say he killed her
he was the murderer.

Yes, so they say.

No more of that talk, stop.

STOP!

I don't think you could be that
bitter and hatred.

I hate becouse I love,
without limit.

Could we stop here?

- Nino, let's stop.
- Agreed.

I want to make love.

Nino...

- Yes?
- Look at me.

Look into my eyes.

Do you want me?

Yes, I want you.

As much as I love you?

Yes.

Nino...

�Anna!

�Anna!

- Do you want coffee?
- Yes, thank you.

- Anything new?
- Nothing.

- Want some?
- No.

- Want some?
- thank you.

- Mr Monti, Ms. resided here.
- Not in Sondrio.

I thought I was in Pavia.

No, I came from Sondrio and
left the car at Torre d'Isola.

We now, but we saw
no car.

- Was there a car in Torre d'Isola?
- No, sergeant.

Sorry for the inconvenience, but
i don't know how...

I left the car at the river.

Calm down.
For what are friends for?

Did he say Teresa?

He knows everything. In a little town
News travels fast,

especially bad ones.

Who was it?

Let it be.

Married?

- Yes.
- These things happen.

I've always avoided getting married,
to avoid problems like this.

Sorry, Teresa, but these things
have always occurred.

- Tomorrow, we'll have lunch together.
- Thanks.

- Imagine how I feel.
- Goodbye. Try to sleep.

Take off your boots, you'll mess
the carpet.

- Cheer up, girl.
- Till tomorrow.

- Yes, goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Take a shower, in the kitchen
there's something hot.

I'm not hungry, thanks.

I have prepared a bed for you
at the office.

Say something.

Thanks, I know.

You are very kind. Goodbye.

Could at least tell me
who was it?

Is that important?

No.

I don't have to know who i t was
but i know it.

What's the use of talking about it?

Yes, you're right,
nothing has happened.

So why bother talking?

Anyone here?

Hello?

Count Zighi?

It's me.

It's Nino Monti.

Sorry I came in, but
the door was open and...

Pase.

I came from Pavia...
Thank you.

I have come to speak,
wanted to call you, but...

I thought my duty to come and
explain in person.

But I want you to know,
i tell you as a gentleman,

Anna and I were just friends,
an appointment was innocent.

Although...

I loved her in a while, yes,
very much.

We wanted to visit places
from the past.

Nor does it seem right,
and rightly so, for that I apologize.

I did what I...

But it all happened
so suddenly.

Out of sight
in an instant.

I don't understand anything.

Don't you understand?

From what you're saying... no

But then...

maybe you still don't know.

- Don't you know your wife?
- What?

�She drowned yesterday!

She drowned and died.

Mr Monti, what do you want from me?

What the hell are you talking about?

I have come to fulfill my duty,
to explain that...

My wife died three years ago.

Yesterday I went sailing with Anna,
it is useless to hide.

And I saw her here a week ago.

Go away.

- I talked to her here.
- �Go away!

But...

Excuse me, I thought...

You live here?

I am the servant of Count Zighi.

- I talked to him, because I wanted...
- What do you want?

- How long do you work here?
- 12 years.

Then you met Anna?

The poor countess,
sure I knew her.

I lived here with her.

Is she dead?

Yes She died three years ago.

I thought so.
Can I ask you a favor?

- It will take up to 10 or 15 minutes.
- Agreed.

Come.

There it is, look.

Poor thing.

I come here every week.

I change the flowers, check
the lamp.

Lord, give her eternal rest.
Shine for her eternal light.

Rest in peace.
Amen.

Look.

Look how poor she looked
just before she died.

The world has gone mad.

Heaven and earth are
scrambled.

I'm mad..

Yes I have decomposed
brain. God!

Was I alone in the river?
Was I alone?

I'll Finish in straitjacket
in a madhouse.

No, no, calm down,
I have to think straight

find an explanation
to this nonsense.

There is a question regarding
the victim of the accident.

- The drowned woman whose body...
- Still has not appeared.

Exactly.

- He knew, right?
- Yes

You say her name was...?

Anna Brigatti Zighi.

We met 20 years ago and...

and we happened
to met recently.

Yes, but the police station in Sondrio
says that there must be a mistake.

"Anna Brigatti, etc.
Zighi married, etc.

died, three years ago. "

From cancer, I know.

How do you know?

You Honor, I think that...

I'm crazy because they say
those who see dead can't be sane.

I guess you will not believe
in ghosts,

because, like me, you received
secular education...

So I tell the truth,
the whole truth...

and nothing but the truth.

You Honor, the reality is different.

You speak as the lawyer but
also as a friend.

You are my friend, aren't you?

Sure.

Then, as a man,
a friend, you'll understand.

I lied.
I made it all.

That poor woman I had just
meet on the road...

You know, where you stop
to meet certain ladies.

I took her in the car, was elegant,
didn't look like a prostitute,

and she said her name was Anna.

When it happened, unfortunately,
the incident, as you said,

I didn't want them to
think I frequent whores...

...so I told them her
name was Anna Brigatti.

You understand, right?

You think I'll have problems
with Justice?

It has caused discomfort and
a big waste of time.

Yes, but we are all only human...

and sinners.
- We'll try to fix it.

Interrogate the girls
working in the area to see...

Say it.

What?

Ah, ok.

What?

- The body appeared.
- I beg your pardon?

They're taking about the body
in the River.

- Comes?
- Yes, of course.

I'm getting to it.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing, only nerves.

The body appeared.
Well, I'm glad.

Good morning, Judge.

- Where did it appear?
- I was there.

- Show it.
- Alberti...

- But he is a man.
- Yes, sir.

It's Mario Lucchi, documentation
was still legible.

He had been in the water at least
one week.

A week?
How is that possible?

- If two days ago...
- What?

Nothing.

You said...

Nothing.

Everything was normal, right?
What's so funny?

He was dead and I saw it.
Quite normal.

Also she is dead
and I kissed her.

Ghosts exist,
ladies and gentlemen.

The dead return and kill,
because they are vengeful.

But we must forgive.

We have to feel pity for them and
for us.

Pity for love...

How mad is that man?

First slaughtered his aunt and then
jumped into the river.

It was probably depressive manic

Stop, I want to leave

- No, I'm taking you home.
- No, I want to take a walk

Where are you going? Wait!

- You look very nervous.
- Thank you, Mr. Judge, bye.

With permission.

�Anna!

Make way, I wanna lose.

�Anna!

You came back and follow me, Nino.

You wanted to see me again.

Because you love me, I know.

Yes, it's true.

I've always loved you
and I still love you.

But now you're not the same,
it's not you, Anna.

You're a poor creature
full of resentment,

that came back only for revenge.

You called me.
Your love brought me here.

It's gone.

Wandering in the dark,
like a ship without a rudder.

But you are the light that attracts me,

strikes me and makes me do things
I would not like to do.

No, for me there is only love,
no hate.

Haven't you learned yet
to forgive?

For now I'm here.

I can't get away from you,
I can't manage to leave you.

I would like to get away from you
forever.

"Goodbye, Anna,
forget me, go away ".

Ok.

I'll say goodbye, disappear,
but...

i won't forget you.

I will never forget.

Then we split
forever.

Don't you want
the last kiss?

�Anna!

Anna...

�Nino!

Nino, I'm gone.

I'll be a few days with my mother.
It will be better for both. Teresa.

The producer thanks the
authorities and inhabitants of Pavia

their hospitality and collaboration
during the shooting of the film.