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San Stefano,
ladies and gentlemen.

The public square.

There will be a 45-minute stop.

Santa Maria Novella Church.

Refreshment... at the cafe.

Postcards, souvenirs, curios,
across the street.

Please, remember we have
to leave in 45 minutes.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Grazie.
- Grazie.

Waiter.

Waiter!

- Are you looking for a match?
- Si, signore, grazie.

- Thank you very much.
- Uh, you desire?

Two coffees
and a couple of sandwiches.

- Salami.
- Not salami.

- I beg your pardon?
- I know this place very well.

I would not
recommend the salami.

- But the cheese isn't bad.
- Thank you.

Two cheese sandwiches
and some coffee.

And as for me,
a double brandy, Horatio.

Mind if I sit down for a moment?

It's so nice to meet
people from the States.

You speak English very well.

Are you a, uh, native?
I mean an Italian?

No, I'm an American.
Have you been in Italy long?

No. We just arrived
from Switzerland.

Nice little country,
Switzerland.

Yes, it would not be so little

if they could
only flatten it out.

That's a good one.

I'll have to write
that to the boys.

"If they could
only flatten it out."

But how could they ever...

La signora likes Italy?

Oh, I think it's wonderful.
It's our first trip.

There are many treasures
in these little towns.

But you have to
get off the beaten path.

- They're hard to find.
- What do you mean?

I happen to be a collector.

I find things in private homes

for example,
that are of great value.

One can buy them for a song.

Only this morning, as it happens

I came across... cameos

of the finest,
most minute workmanship.

And absolutely authentic.

Fifteenth century, mostly.

Oh, could I, uh,
could we see them?

I love cameos.

They're not often
as beautiful as this.

I was most fortunate.

Oh, forgive my appearance.

But that is so they do
not take me to be wealthy.

You see, I buy for lire

and sell in London and New York

for pounds and dollars.

It is not so much the money
that interests me

it is the pleasure
and difficulty of the search.

Oh, do let us see them.

Oh! They're lovely.

They knew how to make
these things in the old days.

Now, this one
is really a museum piece.

Feel the sharpness
of the relief.

The smoothness
of the mottled surfaces.

That is a portrait
of Savonarola.

You've heard of Savonarola?

- Oh, yes. Yes, yes, of course.
- Oh, yes.

I'm thinking of having
it mounted into a ring.

Or perhaps as a pendant
with two small diamonds.

Oh, yes. As a pendant.

Oh, permit me if you will...

Put it on my bill, Horatio.

Could I ask you
how much you'd have to pay

for a thing like that?

I'm almost ashamed to tell you.

About, uh, 50 lire.

That's around ten dollars?

But these people
know nothing of values.

- Would you sell it?
- Of course.

I'll sell it
to my brokers in London.

No, no, I mean a quick turnover.

I'll give you 50 for it,
right now.

But, caro signore, that is
exactly what I paid for it.

Oh, wait a minute,
$50 gives you plenty of profit.

- Did you say dollars?
- That's what I said.

It's not the money,
I assure you.

But I find it hard to bear
a lady's disappointment.

- There you are.
- Edward, you darling!

It is sometimes more important
to bring happiness

into the world
than to make money.

- Oh, thank you.
- Arrivederci.

Au revoir.

What a charming young man.

- Signor Conrad.
- Oh, Ovidio!

And how is
the commissario of police?

Oh, I'm well.
I'm very well, thank you.

But, Signor Conrad,
I must remind you again

that it is unlawful to sell
anything here without a license.

- You mean the American?
- Yes.

But you could not
call that selling.

After all, I paid 50 for it
and received 50 for it.

Fifty, well,
that is a fair exchange.

- Very fair.
- But of course...

You are aware of the law
that, uh, forbids the export

of authentic antiques
without a special permit.

Ma certo, commissario.

I am well aware of every law,
and I would not dream of dealing

in authentic antiques,
and now, if you'll forgive me

I'm expected
at the Villa Francesca.

Oh, yes, yes,
I presume it is, uh,

to say goodbye
to Signorina Julie, huh?

Julie? Is she going away?

Oh, yeah, she asked me for her
exit permit a few hours ago.

Oh, I, I hope I have not
given away a secret, huh?

Um, no, no, not at all.
She would have told me.

- Good day.
- Good day.

Uh, give signorina
my fondest regards.

It's Bruce Conrad, Mr. Ingram.

You asked him to come up today.

Oh, yes, I remember.

Hello, Julie.

Uh, Signor Ingram,

you're looking
exceptionally well today.

No, Bruce, not with me.

Save that for the tourists.

But I really mean it.
You are looking well.

And it's reflected
in your playing.

I have been listening.
You played masterfully.

Do you think so?

Now, that all my strength,
all my will

is concentrated
in these fingers.

Exactly, the power,

the tonal quality
the prodigious technique.

You have suffered no loss
and the world

has gained another miracle.

Yes.

Perhaps you're right.

Julie, since you came,
I've found new life.

A new source of energy,
a stronger ambition

to live and enjoy--

I've only tried to take
care of you, Mr. Ingram.

No. You've done
much more than that.

You've brought
beauty before my eyes.

The beauty I've always loved,

and always sought.

Uh, you wanted
to see me, Mr. Ingram?

To see you? Oh, yes, of course.

- You'll have dinner with us.
- I shall be delighted.

I'm expecting Duprex,
my lawyer from Rome.

You must meet him.
I want Hilary to be present too.

- Shall I tell him?
- Yes.

But... don't leave
me alone too long.

Mr. Conrad will stay with you.

I'll still be alone.
I'm always alone with everyone.

Except with her.

Do you understand?

Except with Julie.

I need her, Bruce.

How about a game of chess?

You want to take money
away from me, again.

Oh, the money doesn't matter.

But just to make it interesting
how about ten lire a game?

Mm-hmm.

Julie, don't you feel well?

Just tired.

He's very demanding, isn't he?

Oh, but, Julie, I know he has to
go to Milano to see his doctor.

You're going with him.

The change will do you good.

While you're there
you, you can take in the opera

and meet new people.

That won't help very much.

What I need
is a complete change.

Hilary, I've been thinking
seriously of going home.

No.

Please don't. If...

If you go
what will happen to my work?

What has my going away
to do with your work?

Don't you see, Julie, since,

since you've begun
looking after him

he's forgotten about me.
I have had time for my studies.

But if I go, he'll have
another nurse to look after him.

No, if you leave, he, he
won't let me out of his sight.

I need every minute
of the day for my work.

I, I have to stay
right here in this library.

And, and these books
and these shelves have the...

great secrets I'm after.

The key to the future.

It was known only
to the ancient astrologists.

It's been lost since the burning
of the Alexandrian library.

And now, I...

I'm about to rediscover them.

If I'm left alone
just a little while longer

I, I have it.

Please stay. You, you
must stay till I find it.

Hilary, you know
I'd like to help you, but...

Julie, Julie!

That's Mr. Ingram calling.

Oh, I nearly forgot.

He wants you to have
dinner with us tonight.

When did you decant
this wine, Antonio?

This afternoon, Signor Ingram.

It's cloudy.

You haven't eaten anything
since this morning, Mr. Ingram.

You take good care of me, Julie.

You notice everything.

Everything.

But I don't need food.

You may wonder why I asked you
to have dinner with me tonight.

It's because
this is a special occasion.

And a very important one.

Hilary... do you know
why you are here?

No, I don't.

Some anniversary, perhaps?

No, no such thing.

I merely want your testimony.

That I am not insane.

It's very important
to me to be certain

that not one of you thinks
I'm of unsound mind.

Bruce, you are an artist,
a musician.

You've been with me a long time.

You have been
with me constantly.

Therefore you are
in a position to speak.

Are you convinced

that there is
nothing wrong with...

with my mental balance?

Your mental balance
is equal to mine.

And while I consider that
a tribute to your sanity

there are certain people
in San Stefano

who consider me
slightly eccentric.

Perhaps they're right.

Hilary, you've been my secretary
for the last 20 years.

Could you testify that I was
always thinking rationally?'

There's no question about that.

Julie.

You of all people know me well.

I engaged you to look after me.

And you have become my friend.

Have you ever heard me
say anything irresponsible?

- Think.
- No, Mr. Ingram.

If you had to swear to it.

I don't think that question
would ever be asked.

- Answer me!
- Yes, Mr. Ingram.

I would swear to it.

Mr. Duprex...

you have just listened to the
people who have known me best.

Now, your testimony
is of the greatest importance.

What's your impression of me?

I have no doubt
that you're able to think

as clearly
as anyone in this room.

None of us have ever doubted
your mental health, Mr. Ingram.

I'm glad you all agree with me.

Duprex.

Bruce.

Hilary.

I want you to sign this document

as witnesses.

You, first.

But what is it? I'd like
to read it before signing.

It's my will.

My last will...

and testament.

I hope my signature
doesn't spoil its validity.

Will you kindly sign, please?

To make a will
is to think of death.

And to think of death
is to anticipate the end.

Don't be alarmed.

Though I think of it

I don't anticipate it yet.

Julie... will you be kind enough

to take me into the hall?

Yes, Mr. Ingram.

Come with me. All of you.

So you're going away, Julie?

Yes. How did you know?

There are three kinds
of communication.

Telegraph, telephone
and the commissario.

The commissario,
of course, is the fastest.

Didn't you want me to know?

Yes, I would have told you.

But until
I'd spoken to Francis--

Why speak to Francis?

I don't understand.

Go abruptly, suddenly.

Without warning,
without goodbyes.

But I couldn't do that.

It isn't fair.

"Fair?"

Has he been fair to you?

Yes, he's been fair.

But that isn't why I'm leaving.

I know, Julie, you're afraid.

He's holding you with his pain
and his helplessness.

He draws his energy
from your life.

- He'll never let you go.
- But I must go.

But I can't leave
without telling him.

It's your only chance.

He's had his life.
You have the right to yours.

But I thought
you were his friend.

Yes.

But I'm thinking of you.

For him I have only pity.

For you, something
quite different.

You might not even believe me.

Tell me.

I love you, Julie.

Why shouldn't I believe you?

Perhaps because I don't
believe in myself anymore.

And because
I'm urging you to go,

away from him and away from me.

And you'd stay here.

Listen to me, when I first
heard Francis Ingram

in his New York recitals, long
before I ever came to know him

he'd sit down
and play a group of compositions

and the audience would cheer.

Then I found out
that you'd written them.

It was you I was listening to.

It's you I hear now,
when Francis plays your music.

There's genius in it.

Genius?

All I did was transcribe Bach.

Gave him a chance to play again.

Gave him new hope.

It was a trick, a stunt
for a one-handed pianist.

Don't say that.
It's beautiful. It's inspired.

Then it must have been
my last inspiration.

I haven't been able
to write anything since.

Look what I've become.

Court jester to a cripple,
dependent upon his charity.

A dealer in modern antiques.

You must find yourself again.

You say, that you love me,

yet you want me
to go away alone.

I do love you, Julie.

But... what have I to offer you?

Have I asked for anything?

I have something to offer you.

Hope, courage, devotion.

A new life.

Julie.

Julie!

Julie?

Julie!

Did you call, Mr. Ingram?
Anything I can do?

Julie. I want Julie.
Where is she?

- Don't you know?
- I know where she is.

Well, tell me. Where is she?

She's in the garden.

She's not alone.

Mr. Conrad is with her.

- Bruce?
- Yes.

Look, Mr. Ingram, they,

they're going away together.

I'm afraid she will leave you.

Hilary...

Why do you lie to me?

I'm not lying.

- I'm telling you the truth.
- No.

The truth is that
you don't want anybody

around here close to me.

I heard what they said
in the garden.

I couldn't help but hear them.

- You are a liar!
- I am not a liar!

You're afraid to hear the truth!

Go away! I won't listen to you.

You must listen to me!
I even remember what they said.

He said, "He's had his life.

You have the right to yours."

And she said,
"Yes, I'll have to go."

He took her in his arms!

And he kissed her!

He kissed her!

Do you hear? He kissed her!

Let me...

Julie!

Julie! Help!

She can't hear you, Hilary.

She's out in the garden,
isn't she?

She's out in the garden
with Bruce Conrad.

She couldn't hear me.

So how could
she possibly hear you?

Mr. Ingram!

Mr. Ingram!

Mr. Ingram!

Get out of my house!

I never want to see you again.

Get out!

Well, thank you, Antonio.

I think you can go to bed now.

He seems to be resting quietly.

- Goodnight, signorina.
- Goodnight.

I had to wait
till Mr. Ingram fell asleep.

He really did hurt you.

His fingers, they,
they're like claws.

I'm sure if you hadn't come,
he would have killed me.

How did it happen?

I don't know,
he, he asked for you

I said you were in the garden.

Suddenly he started choking me.

I am told to
get out of his house.

He didn't mean what he said.

I'll talk to him in the morning.

Julie!

Julie!

Julie!

Julie!

Julie!

Julie!

Julie.

Ah, my old friend,
the commissario.

Are you on guard
against illegal sales

or is this an expression
of your unofficial sympathy?

This is no time for jests,
Signor Conrad.

It was a dreadful accident,
entirely unexpected.

Yes, accidents usually are.

Would you join me
in a bit of Marsala?

Merely to appease
our mutual grief.

Well, one drop,
if you don't mind.

A la saluti!

Tell me, Signor Conrad,
in a case like this

whom does one condole?

To whom does one express
his grief and sympathy?

To me.

I made a very fair living
playing chess

and gambling with him.

Eating his food,
drinking his wine.

Now, that he's gone, I'm
without doubt the chief mourner.

Well, he had no family?

He left to no one?

Yes, there's a brother-in-law
and a nephew

just arrived from England.
You'll find them in the library.

Well, then, it's better to
present me if you please

that I may offer
proper consolation.

Of course. This way to
the grief-stricken relatives.

Sorry to interrupt, gentlemen,
this is Signor Ovidio Castanio

commissario of police.

Mr. Raymond Arlington
and his son, Donald.

Police?

Please, uh, Signor Conrad,

explain that I'm here
merely to express

my heartfelt sympathy,
my, my profound regret

my, my deepest condolences
on this unhappy occasion.

I think you've expressed
it very well yourself.

Thank you very much.

Uh, do you expect other members

of the family to arrive?

- We are his only relatives.
- Oh.

Francis was married
to my sister.

Oh, ma...
Ah! You are American?

- Yes. Living in England.
- Uh-huh. Oh.

What unearthly noise is that?

They're professional mourners.

They've been hired
to chant until sunrise.

Unless you'd care
to extend the time.

You mean they'll keep
that up all night?

It is an ancient custom,
Mr. Arlington.

Your brother-in-law was a man

of great eminence
in this community.

It is only natural,
his passing should be attended

by a certain amount
of lamentation.

Our grief as you see
is very great.

But having known Francis well

I'm sure he would have preferred

that the lamentation
be somewhat less vocal.

In a word, Signor Commissario,

ask those witches
to stop howling.

As you say, Signor.

I shall merely
explain your desolation

as very great,
and under the circumstances

you would prefer
quiet and, and solitude.

The commissario does have a way
of putting things, doesn't he?

Dad, this has a crest
with a bull and three swords.

Yes, it once belonged

- to one of the Borgias.
- The Borgias', eh?

Why, that chest
will bring at least

300 pounds at Christies.

There's small fortune
in these books and antiques.

Uh, if you gentlemen are really

interested in authentic
antiques--

Look! "Roma, 1743."

"La Vita de Lorenzo Borghese."

This is worth a hundred pounds
at the British Museum.

"History of the
Constellation, Florence, 1603."

I wish you'd keep
your hands off my books.

- Your books?
- Yes, they are mine!

They're part of the estate,
and until the will is read--

No, they belong to me!

All of them and I want you
to keep away from them.

How did you get them?
Out of your salary?

He bought them for me.
They are mine.

You leech! You've lived
on Francis' charity for years.

Now, you'll have to get out,
you and your theories.

You won't live on my charity.

The stars should have
told you that!

Perhaps they told me
more than you know.

Gentlemen, don't you think

this discussion
is somewhat premature?

I don't want him
to touch my books.

For your information, Hilary,

I'm going to close this place

as soon as Francis' will
has been read.

All this stuff
will be shipped to England

including of course,
your books.

Julie.

The gentlemen downstairs
are waiting for us.

But I have nothing
to do with it.

I don't belong to the family.

Please tell them
to go ahead without me.

What's wrong, Julie?

It's only reading of the will.

For some reason, Mr. Duprex
wants you to be present.

I can't face
Mr. Arlington again.

It wouldn't have happened if
I'd only stayed with Mr. Ingram.

Why do you blame yourself?

Nobody expected him
to crawl out of bed.

In a way I'm glad it happened
while you were here.

Suppose he had died
after you left

you'd never
have forgiven yourself.

It's all in the way
you look at things, isn't it?

I suppose so.

I'm going to San Stefano
tomorrow to get my exit visa.

You've decided to leave with me?

Yes.

I wish we could get away
from here right now.

It won't be long.
Only a few days.

In the meantime,
keep your chin up.

Why?

So that I can kiss you.

Well, it's about time.

I beg your pardon.

Please, please be seated.

I've called you together
for the reading of the will

and testament
of Francis Warren Ingram.

As witnessed by Hilary Cummins,
Bruce Conrad.

In the presence
of Francis Ingram and myself.

"I, Francis Warren Ingram,
being of sane mind

"and in full possession
of my mental powers,

"herewith declare my last will.

"I leave all my worldly goods,
cash, properties

"and valuables
of whatever nature

"to Miss Julia Cecilia Holden,

"my companion and friend.

"As an inadequate compensation

"for her kindness
and devotion to me.

"I wish my body to be interred
in the ancient chapel

"adjoining the Villa Francesca.

"So that I can be near to her

and therefore rest in peace."

That is all.

- No word about me?
- None.

- We shall contest that will.
- On what grounds may I ask?

This will was made
in consideration

of her kindness and devotion.
His very words.

But it was her duty to stay
with him and take care of him.

And if she had done 30,
Francis Ingram

would be alive at this moment.

This is an insult
to Miss Holden.

These are not insults,
they're facts.

This woman is responsible
for Francis' death.

You'll have a hard time
proving that

in a court of law.
That's a criminal charge.

I have no desire
to place Miss Holden

in the position of jeopardy.

But I shall do all
in my power to have

this so-called will
thrown out of court.

I think you're needlessly
alarmed, Mr. Arlington.

You haven't asked Miss Holden of
her own desires in the matter.

As far as I know

she hasn't the slightest
intention of accepting

any part
of this magnificent bequest.

Is that true, Miss Holden?

Are you willing
to resign your rights

to the entire estate
without further litigation?

In view of the circumstances
of my uncle's death

that might be
a very wise procedure.

I'm afraid
Mr. Conrad has mislead you.

I accept the legacy.

And furthermore, I intend
to remain here in this house.

Yes... and my books
remain here too.

Oh, no.
This thing isn't over yet.

Let me go!

What's the matter with him?
What's happened to his throat?

I believe that Francis Ingram
tried to choke him.

Oh, that's interesting. Why?

It seemed that
Mr. Ingram resented...

- Go on.
- It's almost as if he suspected

some kind of conspiracy
between Hilary Cummins

Miss Holden and Mr. Conrad.

What kind of a conspiracy?

Do you think he got
himself threatened?

- That's hard to say.
- Conspiracy.

That would explain who pushed
Francis down the stairs.

No luck, Arlington,
there's no evidence

that it was not an accident.

I wouldn't be so sure.

Mr. Conrad's quite right.
The idea's absurd.

But even Mr. Conrad stated

that Francis Ingram's
behavior was eccentric.

- Did I? When?
- At the dinner table.

- I don't remember.
- But I do.

Excellent, if my brother-in-law
was not in full possession

of his mental powers...

Don't count on me as a witness.

We won't have to. Luckily,
there were others present.

I'm sure you gentlemen
will excuse me.

You're quite right, we don't
need Mr. Conrad's testimony.

The things I saw during
my short stay in this house

would certainly
be conclusive for any judge.

Duprex, you're a man
of extreme perception.

As it happens, I know
the existence of a former will

which names your son
as sole heir.

Only a few months ago,
Francis Ingram changed his mind.

I have the impression
that he acted

under a neurotic obsession

which certainly affected
his willpower.

Then it would be simple
to have this will annulled.

It would take
a certain amount of handling.

Would you like me
to represent you in the matter?

- Of course.
- What would my share be?

- Share? You mean your fee?
- I said share.

- What do you want?
- For participation,

let us say one third.

You understand
I would offer my services

to Miss Holden,
under the same circumstances.

You mean you'd help her
instead of us?

I'm on the side
of those who engage me.

All right... will you
take the case?

Tomorrow the will
shall be broken.

There's a light
in the mausoleum!

Santa Teresa, protect us.

Strange.

No one here.

No. No!

Somebody was playing.
Did you hear it?

Of course, I did.

Hilary, who was playing?

I don't know.
I, I didn't see anybody.

Piano was closed
when I went upstairs.

Yes, it's been locked
since the day Mr. Ingram died.

There, there!

Don... Donald!

That's Mr. Ingram's ring!

He always put it there.

What are you trying to say?

I don't know.

I don't understand.

The music, it was his style,
his technique.

I couldn't be mistaken.

What's the matter?

Come down here!

Dad! Dad, quick!

What is it?

Duprex. He's dead.

No. Don't touch him.

- What?
- Send for the police.

The fingerprints on the key
that locked the piano

do not match any of yours,
signorina, signore

or any of the servants.

That we have proved beyond doubt

thanks to my colleague,
Monsieur Bataillion.

To eliminate a possible clue

is almost as good
as finding one.

You mean you suspected
one of us?

I do not suspect,
Signor Conrad.

I am here merely to investigate.

Signore, please,
a little closer.

Now, let us be methodical, huh?

A murderer must have a motive.

Who would have gained
by Mr. Duprex' death?

- Why don't we tell him, dad?
- Hmm?

- Tell what?
- Duprex could have proved

that my uncle was insane.

And also that
a former will exists

which was made while
he was still in his right mind.

Somebody in this room is just
lucky he died so suddenly.

I could scarcely strangle a man,
and I don't play the piano.

Because nobody's
ever heard you

doesn't prove you can't play.

If you remember, I was upstairs
when we heard the music.

So you were, but Duprex must
have been dead by that time.

Fine reasoning, Arlington.

And, uh, how did the ring
get on the piano?

You probably have
an explanation for that too.

Of course.

Anybody could have
taken the ring off

Francis' hand and placed it
on the instrument.

Yes, the marks on his throat

just like the ones I have.

I can still feel his fingers.

And it was Ingram playing
that night. How about that?

I am not enough
of a musician myself

to recognize Francis' technique.

But this man is.

In fact, he is himself
an expert pianist.

Thank you for the compliment.

But unfortunately,
I wasn't here at the time.

Can you prove it?

Horatio can.
He put me to bed at the inn.

But don't worry, commissario,

the whole mystery
is easy to solve.

- Huh?
- You see, Francis' ghost

doesn't want his will contested.

So he murdered Duprex.

And to leave a clue
for the police

he played the piano.

But there are no such things
as ghosts, Signor Conrad.

In all my life
I have never seen one.

For that matter, neither have I.

But one can never
be sure, can one?

I'm sure the ghost would respond

to a bullet between his ribs.

Somebody very much alive
went into

that vault last night.
We saw a light.

And, uh, who entered
the mausoleum, Signor Donald?

I don't know. If I knew, don't
you think I'd have told you?

Maybe.

But sometimes people tell me

things after it's too late.

Signore, you did not
have to come down here.

For me this is merely
a matter of routine.

Do you wish to reconsider?

We are just as anxious to know

as you are, commissario.

And we are just as brave.

As you wish. After you.

This window was not broken when
we were here at the funeral.

I'm sure it wasn't.

The glass was smashed
from the inside.

And yet, no one can
possibly climb

through a jagged
little opening like that.

Somebody's been here.
This |id's been moved!

- Huh?
- What did I tell you?

That's how the ring was stolen.

Well, let's make sure.

Give me a hand with the lid.

Horrible!

He cut off his own hand.

A corpse?
Very likely, indeed.

Yes, a corpse,
Dr. Scognamillo was positive

he was dead
when they buried him.

There's no doubt about it.

And even if he wasn't,
his right side was paralyzed.

There's fingerprints
on the glass.

We better take it with us.

You take it. I might drop it.

The knife.

No blood on the blade.

A keen observation.

Make a note of it.

Let us see
if there are some other pieces

of glass in the garden.

- There aren't any footprints.
- No.

The print of a hand.

It broke the window
and climbed through.

And walked away.

Anna, Teresa,
go in the house, quick!

If you look at her,
you will be cursed.

They've turned their eyes away,
all of them!

They believe that evil spirits
can only be evoked

by people who are Jettatore.

And whoever lives
at the Villa Francesca

may possess the evil eye.

I don't wanna stay here
any longer.

Don't show them you're afraid.

- That will convince them.
- You're hurting me.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Guess I'm a bit rattled myself.

Horatio!

Signor Conrad.

Bring me some brandy
and a coffee for la signorina.

You wanted proof.

Tomorrow the bakery
will be closed to us.

The butcher will have no meat.

They'll try to starve us out
of town, and if we don't leave.

I can't believe that people
could be so superstitious.

It's their folklore.

They've been brought up
on it for centuries.

I have been looking for you,
and the signorina.

What's the bad news,
commissario?

The fingerprints
on the piece of glass

we picked up at
the mausoleum correspond

with the imprint
on the piano key.

- You mean it's the same hand?
- Precisely.

Then, it was Francis' hand that
unlocked the piano? And played?

Can you give me a better
explanation, Signor Conrad?

I will be only too happy
to accept it.

I found the fingerprints
of identical pattern

in the library, in the hall,

even on the window pane
in your room, signorina.

Fingerprints
not older than a day.

- Are you sure of it?
- In my mind there is no doubt

the hand is walking around.

You don't believe
in things like that.

Unfortunately,
for the peace of our souls

one cannot explain
everything logically

that happens in this world,
Signor Conrad.

So, even the commissario
is afraid of jettatore.

Horatio!

Where's my drink?

I'm sorry, it-it might be better

if you were served elsewhere.

Here's the money I owe you. Now,
bring us something to drink.

I have the right
to refuse service to anybody.

Let's get away from here,
Bruce, please!

You're right, signorina,
it would be much more

comfortable in my office.
Please come.

What for?

Merely to ask a few questions,

Signor Conrad.

May I be so bold as to ask
Where you got all of that money?

- Francis Ingram gave it to me.
- Oh, he did?

Why?

I asked him for it.

After all, he owed it to me.

Sometimes,
I can't help but wonder

why a man of your education
and background

chooses to bury himself
in our little village.

Well, you can stop wondering,
commissario.

I was just on my way
to get an exit visa from you.

Ah-ah, thank you.

Signorina, after Signor Ingram
was stricken in New York

he brought you along
to take care of him?

Yes. Mr. Ingram
had the choice of many nurses.

I am not surprised
that he chose you, signorina.

I would have done the same,
believe me!

But recently signorina asked
for her exit permit too.

And now she seems
to change her mind?

No, I've decided to leave here
as soon as possible.

I see.

Ah, did you know
that the signorina

after a little more than a year

in Signor Ingram's service

would have the good fortune

of inheriting all of his wealth?

Of course not.

Then why do you want
to leave with her?

Has this something to do
with her sudden inheritance?

What's the reason
for these questions?

Well, when a man
picks up his living

as you do,
collecting so-called antiques

one is naturally a bit curious.

- Is that not so?
- Si.

Have you a match, please?

Where were you the night
of the accident, Signor Conrad?

I told you.

Horatio can testify
that I was at the inn.

And the night the lawyer
was murdered?

In bed.

Horatio brought me a hot drink.

May I have your passport,
signorina?

Thank you.

- What does that mean?
- It is merely a routine.

In the meantime, I suggest

that you stay at the villa.
I shall be there too.

I have no doubt we shall see
a great deal of each other.

Please come.

- Still working, I see.
- Yes, and?

Well, it's after midnight.

Then why aren't you asleep?

Tell me, Hilary.

Just what do you expect to find?

The law that changes
the conception

of unknown fate
into very predictable fact.

Sounds like a lot
of nonsense to me.

Why don't you let me finish?

Applying that knowledge
to your life

I... I think I can foretell

the exact circumstance
of your death.

What a charming thought.
And what's going to happen?

You were born on
the 15th of August, 1882, right?

- So they told me.
- That is under the sign of Leo.

Libra in the ascendance.

Now, you should take
the trouble to read

the life story
of one Gottla Minate

and one Aurelio Versace.

They were born
on a same day you were.

Only, a few hundred years ago.

But under
the same constellation.

Come on, just give me
the cold facts.

Well, they, they both died
a death of violence.

Poison? Shooting? Hanging?

No, they,
they were choked to death.

Well, I'm glad to know
what to expect.

I hate surprises.

- Why don't you go to bed?
- I'm not a bit tired.

Just wondered.

Abracadabra, here it is!

How did you know
about that safe?

When I was a boy,
no higher than that

Uncle Francis opened it for me.

He pretended it was magic,
and I never forgot it.

You know that this
house belongs to Julie.

Everything in it is hers.

- Everything, do you hear?
- I'm not so sure about that.

There's another will
in the safe that might change

that picture considerably.

Uncle Francis taught me a jingle
to remember the combination.

How did it go again?

Just escapes me.

Get out of here!

Goodnight.

Don't work too much.

- What is it?
- Well, it's Donald.

And the commissario.

- What happened to Donald?
- The hand.

- It tried to strangle him.
- The hand?

I saw it with my own eyes.

Piano, did you hear it?

What, what happened to him?

Please help me take him
to his room.

Well, he's finally
fallen asleep.

I'm holding you responsible,
commissario.

Well, that would round out
the mystery nicely.

Accusing a commissario
of murder.

You're forcing us to stay here
where our lives are in danger.

It's a conspiracy.
A device to get rid of us.

Are you accusing
anybody in particular?

I'll answer that question
the moment I've left this house.

Tomorrow morning I'm going
to call an ambulance

and take Don away from here.

I don't think your son can be
removed in this condition.

I'll take a chance on that.
And nothing can stop me.

Nothing.
Neither ghosts nor police.

There's a possibility
of brain fever.

It's very dangerous,
Mr. Arlington.

When I want medical advice,
I'll calla doctor.

The devil's haunting this house.

The devil...
Signor Ingram's hand!

Quickly before
it catches up with us.

Clara, you're always
imagining things.

The night your grandmother died,
you heard skeletons rattling.

Well, if you don't believe me,
why are you running away?

Well, it can't hurt
to be on the safe side.

Look, there they go.

Giovanna, and Antonio and Clara.

They're more afraid of ghosts
than of the law.

The law doesn't like it
too much either.

If I were not the commissario,
I would be right with them.

I wonder what the commissario
would think of all this packing.

Well, he really can't keep us
here for ever, can he?

It depends on the ghost
of Francis Ingram.

Oh, Bruce, let's get away from
here. We're not under arrest.

What can they do
if we just disappear?

Nothing. There's a bus that
crosses the border at Chiasso.

We can be in Lugarno tomorrow
and in Zurich

before the commissario
even knows we've left.

Well, let's leave,
why do we stay?

I don't know.

Perhaps I'm a bit curious.

[fire crackling

The hand...

Conrad.

Conrad!

Conrad!

- What's the matter?
- The hand.

- Tell me, what is it?
- Down there in the library.

The hand, it crawled on my desk.

It picked up the ring.

I saw it with my own eyes.

It's alive.

I tell you, it's alive!

The desk.

What are you talking about?

Now, it's gone, it was in here.

I threw it in here myself.

"Although I think of death,
I don't anticipate it yet."

That's what Mr. Ingram
said to me at dinner that night.

Isn't this
your handwriting, Hilary?

No, it's, it's Ingram's.

His hand wrote it.

Don't you see the,
the hand it...

it must be here!

I have to find it!

It must be somewhere!

- You must help me find it!
- Calm down.

- You must help me find it!
- Hilary.

- Hilary!
- You-you must...

There's no hand, Hilary.
It's only in your mind.

But I saw it. It moved.

Listen to me,
there's nothing here I tell you.

And the note?

You must have written it,
unknowingly. Try to think.

I-I couldn't have written it.
I...

I-I didn't.

Bruce, please take me
to my room.

What's he hammering down there?

He's a sick man. Mentally sick.

Have you ever heard him
play the piano?

No, not that I can remember.

Are you sure he can't play?

No, but I'm sure,
that only Francis Ingram

could have played that thing
I wrote for him.

Goodnight, Julie.

And, uh, don't forget
to lock your door.

Yeah, I-I caught it.

I caught it.

I locked it up.

That's fine.

The horrible hand...

can't escape any more.

And now, it can't get out.

Can't.

Of course it can't.

Now, go to bed.

Dad?

Yes?

Eight bones has the carpus.

Five the metacarpus.

Fourteen the phalanges.

All in all, all in all,
27 all in all.

You must lie down, Don, please.

It came back in my sleep.

Eight bones has the carpus.

Uncle Francis
studied medicine once.

He told me the jingle
when I was a kid.

They're the number
of bones in the hand.

Oh, don't worry,
this isn't fever.

I'm feeling well, I'm all right.

You've got to stay in bed,
Don. Please.

That's the combination
of the safe downstairs.

Eight, five,
fourteen, twenty-seven.

Let's open the safe. Let's open
the safe and get the first will!

- Why not wait till tomorrow?
- It may not be there anymore.

Well, uh, you stay here,
Don, I'll go.

What were those numbers again?

See? How can I trust
your memory?

Come along, dad,
and don't worry, I feel great!

It's strange, how things
you thought you'd forgotten

suddenly come back to you.

I even remember
the eau-de-Cologne

Uncle Francis used.

It was Lemon Verbena.

One moment, signor. May I ask
what you are doing here,

Signor Raymond,
and you, Signor Donald?

I was under the impression
you are very ill.

Commissario on his path
of duty.

You're just in time
to see a safe being cracked.

This will send you to prison,
Signor Donald.

On the contrary, commissario.

Now, you can testify
that we took nothing

but the will of Francis Ingram.

This is unheard of,
asking the police

to witness unlawful act.

Suppose somebody were to remove
that document tonight.

I don't think you'd care
to take that responsibility.

I feel, uh, quite sure that
you'll give us your permission.

Whatever you do
is your own responsibility.

Go right ahead, but remember

it is without my permission.

Thanks a lot, commissario.

Do you remember
the combination, dad?

Five bones has the carpus--

No, no, you'll mix me up.

"Eight bones has the carpus.

"Five the metacarpus.

"Fourteen the phalanges.

"All in all, all in all

twenty-seven all in all."

Abracadabra!

Francis Ingram's hand.

Donald!

Donald!

Donald! Donald, come back!

Signor Conrad, stop him,
he's gone mad.

Donald!

What's the matter?
Why did you run away?

I saw it there. In-in the safe.

But it's dead,
it can't hurt you anymore.

Arlington, I found him.

Julie.

Do you believe me now?

You can see the hand
really exits.

Hilary.

Listen to me.

I've got something
to say to you.

I'm sorry.

I'm almost sorry I even know.

But I do know.

What?

It was you who tried to kill
Don, wasn't it?

Remember, I'm not the police.
I'm your friend, Hilary.

But I do know
you pretended to come

from the garden
the night he was attacked.

And I know that it was you
who murdered Duprex.

- No.
- You can talk to me.

But, I nailed it down
so it could not kill again.

It was the hand!

I tell you, it was the hand!

That's what you wanted people
to believe.

You used it to put
fingerprints everywhere.

Proof that it was the hand
that committed the crimes.

You can follow what I'm saying,
can't you?

You're ill, Hilary.

You can't distinguish
any more between

what is right and what is wrong.

Between imagination and reality.

Raymond threatened
to take your books away.

You'd have done anything
to prevent it.

I know how much
they meant to you.

Now, now you'll have to face it.

The charge will be murder.

Murder?

I never hurt anybody.

I'm not a murderer.
It was the hand.

Well, you'll have to
go to the police

and tell them about the hand.

- Yes. Yeah.
- And yourself!

You'll have to tell them
everything, Hilary.

Yeah.

Then they'll put me away.
They'll put me away!

But there's nothing else
for you to do.

I'm sure they'll let you take
your books with you.

My books?

They'll let me take my books?

Are you sure of that?

I'll do everything I can
to help you.

But if they take the house
away from you.

Julie, you didn't tell
the commissario, did you?

No, I haven't told anyone.

That's nice of you, Julie.

You're sure
you didn't tell anybody?

- Anybody?
- Yes.

Not even Conrad?

No. I'm very fond
of you, Hilary.

I wanted to give you the chance.

And if I don't?

Then I'll have to tell
the police.

Well... I still have
so much work to do.

You're the only one
that knows I...

I can't let you stop me

and I can't trust
you any longer!

- I can't!
- Hilary!

I can't trust you!

Conrad!

It's Ingram.

He's playing again.

Listen.

The hand, it's,
it's playing down there.

The hand,
it's, it's Ingram's hand!

There's nobody playing, Hilary.

It's only in your mind.

I know it.

It's not in my mind.

Don't you hear it?

It's bursting my eardrums!

I... I can't stand it!

I can't stand it!

Julie!

Julie! Julie!

Don't leave me alone!

Julie! Ju...

Open the door! I...

Hilary! Listen! Listen!

Can't you hear it?

The piano,
it's the hand playing.

It's the hand!
You were right all the time.

It was Ingram's hand
that committed murder.

- Yes.
- I'm your friend, Hilary.

Please save me from the hand.
It wants to kill me.

Please help me. Destroy it
before it kills again.

Yes, I-I will, uh...

I'll destroy it.

'Cause you're my friend...

I Will.

It won't hurt you.

It won't.

Don and his father
ought to be pleased

when they find out
I've signed over

the Villa Francesca to them.

Piano!

Who's playing?

Do not worry, signorina,
it is not the hand!

Look! I found it!

You let the string go. It stops.

It starts.

Stops.

Starts.

Stops.

Come with me, signorina.
I will show you.

The secret of the ghost,
signorina.

Signor Conrad and I,
we discovered it.

A mere record.

After Hilary's death I found
a receipt from the Milano Edison

Recording Agency
indicating that Francis Ingram

had made a record
of the Bach arrangement.

But I couldn't find
a trace of such a recording

until I discovered
the hidden gramophone.

And Hilary was in sound mind

when he installed this,
this contraption.

Then, after committing
one murder

and attempting another,
his brain snapped.

He started to imagine
he was hearing the piano

and seeing the hand.

The hand was always
in the safe or in his desk.

- Well, all ready?
- All except the passports.

Ah! I have them.

All signed and stamped.

I'm going to be very sorry
to see you both go.

We're going to
miss you too, Ovidio.

You know, I like this place,

now, that I found
there are no ghosts.

It's a good thing
I did not write

to head quarters in Milano
about the ghosts.

I-I saved myself from ridicule.

That you did, commissario.

- Arrividerci!
Goodbye, commissario.

Arrividerci, Ovidio.

- What is the matter?
- T-the...

- The hand!
- Huh?

Silly girl,
you should know by now

there is no such a thing
as a ghost.

I think I better
get out of this house.

Can you imagine
anybody believing

a hand that can walk around?

Huh.

How do you like that?
My own hand.

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