All language subtitles for Night.Killer.1990

Everyone ready?

Get a move on!

You ready, Sandy?

Yeah, this is good.

Don't stop.

That's good. So good.

Keep the rhythm!

Use your legs more, Sandy!

Rhythm, guys! More rhythm!

You must try harder!

Good.

That's better.

Good.

Stay focused, people!

One, two, three!

Rhythm!

Good, keep going!

That's the way, carry on!

Good moves, Charlie!

Keep going!

Stop the music!

- Take a break, two minutes.
- Madam?

- I... - Late again, Ms.
Rose. Three times already.

I'm sorry, there was a lot of
traffic and no taxis around, and...

- I'm so sorry. - It's always excuses with
you. And your colleagues agree with me.

If you're late again,
I'll have to replace you.

Can I go change now, madam?

All right, go change. But
remember what I told you.

I promise it won't happen again!

Music! Give me more rhythm!

Come on, put more
energy into it!

Come on, move your legs!

Yeah, that's great!

Move them!

Keep going!

Come on!

One, two, three, four!

One, two, three, four!

One, two, three, four!

Yeah, that's good! Keep going!

No!

God, I can't go on like this.

Try harder!

I can't believe this, at least
try to keep the rhythm.

What the heck, Anna?

That's enough interpretative
dance for today.

Stop the music! What's
wrong with you people?

You're a disaster!

You'd better find
another line of work...

if you think you can dance
like that in front of the public.

How can you possibly believe
you can dance like that?

I can't believe this, damn it.

Calm, let's keep calm.

All right.

Listen up, people.

If we keep sucking and
don't improve, I...

Damn it, I'm so nervous I even
forgot what I was saying!

And where's that stupid girl?
I'm going to check on her!

You keep working! Start the
music, let's not waste more time!

I'm fed up with these jerks!

I'll rip that fake
blonde slut a new one!

You can't work with
amateurs in this business!

I'm going to deal with that little slut.
I'll show her.

Good morning! Here's a nice
present for you, Clarissa.

- Don't open it until Christmas, promise?
- I do!

We'll put it under the tree
with all the other presents.

- Give my regards to Annie.
- With pleasure!

Let's gm!

- Bye! - Bye!
- See you later!

A noted choreographer has become the
second victim of the masked maniac.

The woman's terrible wounds
were caused by a...

Hello?

Hello?

Hi, honey. I'm feeling
like crap tonight.

You're drunk.

When will you stop?

You know I'll never
forget you, honey.

I'm telling you one last time, I'm the
one who wants to forget you, got it?

Listen, Clarissa is
out with Annie.

Will you listen to me?

For the last time, stop calling me!
I've had it with you!

Melanie?

Melanie?

Melanie!

Time flies, Melanie Beck.

You're thirty years old.

You have a daughter,
a failed marriage...

and a whole lot of
emptiness surrounding you.

Don't you get that I don't
want to hear from you anymore?

I like it when you're angry, Mrs.
Beck.

You make me wanna call you.

Who is this?

Don't move, stay where you are.

I want to have a
good look at you.

You know something, Mrs. Beck?

It'll be different with you.
I'm going to kill you slowly.

But I'll screw your brain first.

I'm going to screw it raw.

Norfolk Police Department,
Sergeant Gabriel speaking.

Yes, hello, I've just
received an anonymous call.

Someone is spying on me and...

I think he was calling from the
phone booth in front of my house.

Was it an obscene phone call?

Yes.

Did he also threaten you?

Yes.

He told me that...

That...

That he's going to kill me.

He said that he's going
to kill me slowly.

Give me your phone
number, please.

I have two lines.

Give me both numbers.

Yes, okay.

The first number is 340-3661.

The other's the same
but it ends with 62.

Good. Who am I talking to?

Mrs. Beck.

Melanie Beck.

Now listen, Mrs. Beck.

Lock yourself in and
don't open for anyone.

I'll call you back
in five minutes.

All right.

Do you understand
my instructions?

Yes.

I have to lock myself in
and don't open for anyone.

You will call me back
in five minutes.

Very well. Don't be scared.

I'll try. Thank you.

- Hello?
- Hello, Sergeant Gabriel speaking.

Didn't you say you were going to
call me back in five minutes?

I couldn't wait
five minutes.

I'm too aroused.

And I know you feel that way, too.
Am I right, Mrs. Beck?

You finally figured it out, huh?

You figured out where I
was calling from.

You did good by locking
yourself in, my dear Mrs. Beck.

You did good. Very good.

Very good.

No!

No!

No! No!

Help!

Help me!

Get me out of here!

No!

You forgot the keys, Mrs. Beck.

Come and get them, come on.

I'm waiting for you,
don't be afraid.

I told you, it's going to
be different with you.

You drive me crazy.

Everything about you drives
me crazy, Mrs. Beck.

You'll thank me when
I slit your throat...

...because you'll experience a climax like
no other woman has experienced before.

Of course, sergeant. I checked
as soon as my wife told me.

Yes, it was just a bad prank.

No!

I'm reassuring her now.

I got here just in
time, thankfully.

Thanks for your assistance, sergeant.
You've been very kind.

Open the door!

Open it, you whore!

Stop misbehaving,
I can't stand it!

Open this door, now!

It'll be worse for you if you
don't open it right now!

Where is it?

Open it!

Open the door, you fool!

What do you think you
can do against me?

Obey me!

Open the door!

Open it!

Die, you damn bastard!

No! You should be dead!

That's what you thought.

No one can kill me.

That's part of the game,
my dear Mrs. Beck.

Let's show our cards now!

Are you ready to
play, Melanie Beck?

No!

That woman saw the maniac, she's
the only one who can identify him.

She's our only witness.

No, I don't think so.

I mean, she saw his face, but she also
suffered a trauma that erased her memory.

That woman doesn't remember
anything, not even her name.

Why don't we show her his mask?
She'll remember it.

It wouldn't mean
anything to her.

She can't remember people, how
could she remember a mask?

Is it true that she doesn't
even recognize her daughter?

It's true.

We brought the child here, though,
hoping it'll have some sort of effect.

If that doesn't work either, we'll
go with the emergency plan.

No, no way, I don't
agree with this.

What are we supposed
to do, then?

Pretend nothing happened and allow
the maniac to keep on killing?

The fact that he didn't kill his last
victim might be a sign he'll take a break.

I think he'll do even worse.

You can see your mom now.

You also want us
to come in, doctor?

No, it won't be necessary.

But she's just a child.

I'm sorry, but I need
her to come in alone.

Don't worry, everything
will be fine.

Melanie?

Melanie?

There's someone who'd
like to see you.

Hi.

Hi.

How are you?

I feel good.

And you?

When will you come
back home, mom?

Soon.

Soon.

Go, now. Your mother
needs to rest.

So?

Such a beautiful kid.

Don't you remember
anything about her?

No.

I feel so tired.

I see. Try to rest now.

Melanie Beck, third and so far only
surviving victim of the maniac, is missing.

She's been missing for 24 hours.

Yes, it's me. I'm the
one who saved her.

This claw mark you see
was left by the maniac.

I believe, then, that you're a
key witness in this case...

and that you would be
able to identity the culprit.

I didn't get a good look
at him, unfortunately.

He lunged at me with a knife, and that son
of a bitch wounded me before I could react.

But we know that Mrs. Beck had all
the time to get a clear look at him.

She'd been at his mercy for more than
eight hours, if I'm not mistaken.

That poor woman's life
will never be the same.

She doesn't remember
anything or anyone.

My wife and I have decided to take care
of her daughter for the time being.

Young Clarissa here.

We've known the Becks for
more than six years.

We've been very close to
Melanie since her divorce.

Did you keep in touch with Mr.
Beck after the divorce?

That hothead drunkard? Nobody
has seen him for a long time.

I wonder what would have happened to
this poor child if it wasn't for me.

We don't have kids of
our own, unfortunately.

And the worst thing is that this child's
father was a cop before they fired him.

I'd have killed him with my
bare hands, mark my words.

We have to go now, goodbye.

How's it going, gorgeous?

Would you like a sip, blondie?

Looking for me?

I got in here by mistake.

Put the gun down, you're
making a mistake.

What do you want from me?

I just want to be
friends with you.

And you like to meet new
friends in the ladies' room?

Well, it happens.

Very well. Take off your pants.

MY pants?

Your socks, too. And the shoes.

Huff)'-

Unless you want to get shot.

All right.

All right.

- What now?
- Your shirt.

- What about the pants?
- Throw them in the toilet.

- What?
- DO it!

The shirt too, I bet.

Of course.

- Flush the toilet.
- What?

Flush it!

Very good. I must bid
you farewell, now.

You busybody.

What about my clothes?

Just put your hand down the
toilet and pull them out.

In that filth?

A busybody like you is probably
used to rummaging through shit.

What happened to
your clothes, bud?

I've been raped!
Raped in the toilet!

Christ.

What do you think you're doing?

I'm trying to kill
myself, can't you see?

Your only chance is to puke everything
out, you must drink lots of seawater!

You crazy?

Drink it!

Drink!

You want me, don't you?

I wasn't born
yesterday, you know.

When a stranger approaches you it's always
because he's looking for something.

My mom used to say
that all the time.

I'm a modern kind of girl,
not some cheap slut.

I'll take my chances.

I'll follow you anywhere.

Shall we go, then?

I'm ready.

No...

Hey, it looks incredible.

What kind of a place is this?

This is the bad wolf's lair.

There's a nice, big present for you,
but you must behave like a good girl.

Hello?

What are you doing now?
Dressing up?

Yes.

What are you going to
do to me, you bad wolf?

Are you familiar with the fairy
tale of Red Riding Hood?

Sure I am.

Now I get it, you wanna play
the big, bad, ugly wolf.

I'm afraid I'm a little
drunk, you know.

Kiss me.

Tell me that fairy tale!

Oh, grandmother, what big,
hairy hands you have.

Yes, the better to hug you with.

You're such an
impetuous bad wolf.

- Don't make fun of me!
- Ok.

What a big, ugly face you have.
It sure is scary.

Well? Why did you stop?

Oh, dear grandmother, what a big
and long thing you have here.

I don't wanna play this
stupid game anymore.

Take me home, come on.

Stop! Stop!

No! No! No!

Oh, yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Now...

Now I really want
to kiss your lips.

You're mine now.

No!

No! Get me out of here!

No! No! No!

The door was open.

Here's your stuff.

And here's some
chicken with fries.

But I bet you're not hungry.

Oh, I forgot.

Valium...

A needle...

A gun...

And barbiturates.

Everything a suicidal person like you
might need but was too afraid to ask for.

What the hell do
you want from me?

I just want to be friends.

Why did you stop me
from killing myself?

Well...

It would have been
a terrible waste.

Cut it out!

Don't touch me!

Oh, no, not again.

Now listen and listen
carefully, playboy.

I'm already dead.

Not by the looks of it.

I'll show you.

Well, it's a free country.

All its citizens are free to
kill themselves as they please.

While you blow your brains
out, or at least attempt to...

I'll try the chicken.

Nothing excites me like a
good piece of chicken.

It takes balls to be
able to kill yourself.

And I'm the only one with actual
balls in this room, my dear.

I almost succeeded this
morning, at the beach...

but you had to
interfere and stop me!

Even if I wasn't there, you'd
have called someone for help.

No, it's not true!

You're so lucky, you know.

I've decided to help you.

It'll take little effort.

Come on, it'll be easier than
eating a piece of chicken.

No...

No...

Please...

Don't shoot...

Don't shoot, you say?
Didn't you want to die?

Yes, I do! I do!

Very well.

Bye bye, my sweet lady.

What are you fucking playing at?

I'm going to kill you someday!

But I'll be the one
to decide when!

When you least expect it.

How about it?

Answer me!

No.

In the meantime,
I'll be your master.

You'll do whatever I say.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes.

Do you know what that means?

It means we've made a pact.

I'll kill you if you
don't stick to it!

And I'll make it much more painful
than a bullet in the head.

Good.

I need to vent a
little bit, now.

You'll wait for me here
like a good wife would.

I'll lock you
in, just to be safe!

No!

No! Get back! Don't
lock the door!

No! No!

I'm going home, Ms. Morrison.

Yes, Frank. I'll close
up after one last check.

- All right, see you tomorrow.
- Good night.

Who turned this machine on?

Who's there?

Frank?

Do you know who I am?

I'm a shark.

A hungry shark.

A shark who needs flesh.

Your soft flesh!

Yes.

Wake up.

Wake up!

I didn't let off enough steam.

No...

This morning, a member of the museum
security found the maniac's new victim.

Make way, please!

The public has the
right to know!

Do you want to make a statement?

HOW did he kill her?

Make way!

Did he rape the victim?

Any statements?

- How did he kill her?
- Is it true that he uses a claw?

Make way, please!

How did he kill her?
Did he use a claw?

Make way, I said!

The public has the
right to know!

Make a statement to the press!

How well did you
know the victim?

Is it true that you were seeing
each other outside of work?

That monster cut her to pieces
and fed her to the fishes!

I get sick just
thinking about it!

- How much did you see?
- Did she have family?

- Tell us something!
- Make way!

- Make a statement!
- The public wants to know!

Did you manage to
see the maniac?

- Just a brief statement!
- Back off!

- Let us take your picture!
- Don't go, please!

- We want to know!
- Back off!

- We're on live television!
- Just one statement!

- Wait!
- One statement!

Stop!

The victim had been working at the
oceanographic museum for about two years.

Pamela Sue Morrison was only 25.

Pamela Sue Morrison is the fifth
victim of the masked maniac...

who's been terrorizing the citizens
of our state for the past six months.

This still unidentified masked maniac has
abused and raped all of his victims.

Untie me.

You have to say please.

Untie me, you asshole.

No.

I don't like when
you talk like this.

Okay.

Could you please untie me?

I said please.

Beg me.

Say you beg me to untie you.

Say it, say that you beg me.

FUCK you!

I don't want to hear
that kind of language.

You Pig!

Son of a bitch!

I said I don't wanna hear
that kind of language.

Please.

Please.

Please, I beg you to untie me.

Please, untie me. I beg you.

Implore me.

I implore you.

I implore you.

Say you beg and implore me.

Implore me.

Say that you want
me to kiss you.

I beg you.

I implore you.

I'm imploring you.

Kiss me.

Lieutenant Clark!

Lieutenant Clark!

Can you give us a statement?

Is it true that Mrs. Beck
was in your custody?

Is it true she got away
right under your nose?

Did the maniac kidnap her?

I'm telling you one last time.

Melanie Beck is a free citizen with
the right to go wherever she pleases.

Why isn't Mrs. Beck under
surveillance, then?

We didn't deem it necessary, she was still
Doctor Willow's patient. That's all.

But isn't Mrs. Beck the only person
able to identify the masked maniac?

Melanie Beck has suffered
a terrible trauma.

She's got memory loss and doesn't
remember anything about what happened.

She doesn't even
remember her own name.

I can't give you any other answers about
her, you must talk to Doctor Willow.

- Are you putting the blame on him?
- No comment.

Here he comes!

Doctor Willow!

Can you make a statement
to the press, doctor?

Well, Melanie Beck is suffering
from dissociative schizophrenia.

It's a result of the
trauma she experienced.

That poor woman has endured the most
frightful torture any human could suffer.

According to her medical tests,
she's been abused multiple times.

These abuses shattered
her mind to pieces.

That's why she's living a reality totally
dissociated from what she suffered.

Is it true that she tried to
kill herself multiple times?

Yes, it's true.

She's recently tried with pills,
we saved her just in time.

Why is she obsessed
with killing herself?

She wants to punish herself and atone
for the guilt that torments her.

You see, in those eight hours her tormentor
unleashed all of his sadism upon her.

She first reacted by
defending herself...

but in the end
became totally passive.

She inexplicably
accepted the pain.

Could you be more clear?

She wants to kill herself because her
survival instinct is too strong.

She sees suicide as the right
punishment for that part inside her...

that surrendered
to the maniac.

Many believe that she's been kidnapped
by him and that she's in great danger.

I hope that's not the case.

The last time I visited her she was
still in a state of mental shock.

She might not even remember him.

What could the consequences be?

That man is an extremely
dangerous psychopath.

He'd probably try to make her relive the
trauma to bring her back to reality.

He wouldn't enjoy
killing her otherwise.

How's your friend? Did she
sleep off her huge hangover?

Sure, it took her
a while, though.

What was that noise?

- It sounded like a gunshot.
- I broke a mirror.

- I hope you're not superstitious.
- No rough games or I'll call the police!

- Do I make myself clear?
- Sure, you can turn a blind eye.

All right, but no more problems.

Don't forget that.

You made me wait for
such a long time.

Look.

Do you like my make-up?

I've made myself
pretty just for you.

Just for you.

Good.

You're starting to remember.

Yes.

Of course I remember.

I remember you're the one
who promised to kill me.

And nothing else?

Yeah, we found an abandoned
car, it's Mrs. Beck's.

A woman resembling her description has been
seen at a motel not far from this area.

According to a witness, she was being
chased by a half-naked man driving a jeep.

Are they reliable witnesses?

Good.

Yeah, keep up the good work.

All right, keep me posted on
new developments. We'll speak later.

He's done it.

He's done it for real.

God.

I hoped he wouldn't
have gone that far.

What do we do now?

I have no idea.

What do you mean you don't know?

We had a plan for
this eventuality!

Your sorry statements on TV
got him back into action!

Don't be ridiculous!

I was just making a hypothesis.

I didn't believe he'd
have taken it seriously.

But your shrink, the famous expert who
claimed all those baloney theories on TV!

I'm just a cop who's trying to do his
job, and these are the tools I use!

Listen, you can't put
all the blame on me.

Of course I can, you're
the one to blame!

If you don't fix this I'm gonna
feed your good name to the media...

and expose you as the biggest
charlatan of the century!

Very well. I'll call
a press conference.

And you'll call it now!

All right, but keep in mind that we're
playing against a homicidal maniac.

A press conference could make him even
more deranged and create more victims!

He'll keep on killing anyway if we
don't try to stop him immediately!

Don't you understand
that, Doctor Willow?

I do.

Police are convinced that Melanie Beck has
been abducted by the masked maniac,

as she is the only victim
who could identify him.

Doctor Wilfred Willow has called
a press conference for today.

Doctor Willow is the psychiatrist
that was treating Mrs. Beck.

- And here he is. Good morning, doctor.
- Good morning.

I'm sending an ultimatum to the murderer
that's been terrorizing our state.

Your time is up.

We're on to you.

Kidnapping Mrs. Beck
was a fatal error.

We knew you'd
make a mistake.

If you call 555-7784 within 24 hours,

and if you promise to release Mrs.
Beck and surrender to the authorities,

we guarantee you
won't be shot on sight.

Hello, police?

This is car 274, I've located the suspect
on Atlantic Avenue, 35th Street, over.

Go back to the station.

- Where are they?
- One lone agent to catch that maniac?

Mind your own business and
give me a copy of the keys.

Room 70.

Here.

Wait a minute, don't
I get a reward?

I'll reward you with my boot up your ass
if you don't give me the damn keys!

- Do I make myself clear?
- Crystal clear. Need anything else?

Get out of my sight!

Where are you going, Sherman?

- I need to go out.
- Armed?

That fucking maniac that cut my face
is still wandering around this city...

and is holding our friend
Melanie hostage who knows where.

But why do you want to
find her on your own?

Wasn't what the killer
did to you enough?

Now listen, Annie.

I'm the only other person who saw the
killer and would be able to identify him.

Nobody knows that except for you, because
you begged me to keep it secret.

All right, all right. Tell the police,
but I implore you to leave the gun here.

No, somebody has to stop
that crazy bastard!

You must trust me, Annie.
Police have no clues.

I'm going to find him by myself and drill a
hole in his skull as soon as I catch him!

- Don't go, please...
- Get out of my way, Annie.

You don't have to go, please.

Think about me. Think
about our child.

What Child?

Clarissa isn't our daughter. She's Melanie
Beck's daughter, did you forget that?

Do you want to know what I'm thinking?
Do you?

Oh, please, not again...

- I think that maniac should
slit Melanie's throat! - Jesus.

She doesn't deserve to be the
mother of a child like Clarissa!

She's nothing but a filthy whore who likes
to get screwed by every man she meets!

Including you, Sherman.

- That's enough nonsense, Annie!
- She's a whore!

- I saw how you drooled over her when
she sunbathed naked. - Give me a break.

- Your eyes were popping out of your head.
- That's crazy.

I'm sure she lured the maniac into her
house, like the bitch in heat she is!

I want my mom.

I want my mom!

It's all right, honey.
Your mom's here.

It's all right.

What are you talking about?
You're not my mom!

Wait here, I need to
make a phone call.

Police department.

It's him!

Impossible! That's
out of the question!

You're the ones that started it!

But I'm the one
running the game!

Listen, asshole, you'll regret the day
you were born if you don't release her!

Are you threatening me?

- So? - No luck, we haven't
been able to trace the call.

Shit!

Melanie!

It's me, Sherman!

Melanie! I'm here
to take you home!

Let's go, come on! Hurry!

Get in the car, quick!

No!

No!

Sit down, Melanie.

Sit down.

I'll take care of everything. I'll go call
the police and come back with Clarissa.

Melanie? Did you
hear what I said?

Okay.

I want you to lock yourself in. Don't
open for anyone and wait for my return.

Do you understand?

Hello?

Do you remember me, sweet Mrs.
Beck?

I'm back.

No!

Are you here?

My wife was right when she said
you're a filthy whore, Mrs. Beck.

Now I remember who you are.

God, it can't be!

That's what you thought,
no one can kill me.

That's part of the game,
my dear Mrs. Beck.

Let's show our cards now!

Are you ready to
play, Mrs. Beck?

The fun is about to start.

Sherman.

My wife was right.

She said that you lure men
like a bitch in heat.

She said that you never
have enough of it.

It's your fault I'll bear this
scar for the rest of my life.

Do you still remember
what happened?

You can't take it anymore, Mrs.
Beck.

It's such a shame it's
too much for you.

You want to die, am I right?

Is it true you just
want to die, Mrs. Beck?

But you have to beg me. You have
to beg me to end your life.

You know what you have to say. lmplore
me to kill you, beg me to do it.

Say that you want to die.

I'm gonna show you the way.

Oh, yes.

I've had an idea.

Yes, I'm going to let
you kill yourself.

Yeah, I'll let you
kill yourself.

Here, take this.
Don't be afraid.

Take this knife.

Yes.

Yes.

Hold it with both hands.

Good. Now get ready.

Go on, kill yourself.

You must kill yourself.

What are you waiting for?

Do it.

No!

I've been such a dumb fool.

But you've been equally foolish to
think you could have killed me.

You really believed
you had killed me.

How foolish of you.

No!

No!

I was good at getting rid of my
knife before you were rescued.

Axel.

Axel.

Of course.

You and Axel.

You two tried to get me.

But you didn't manage to.
No, sir.

Goodbye, Melanie Beck.

Sherman...

Why has it taken you so
long to come back to me?

I've waited so long for you to come
back and hold me in your arms.

For you to kiss me.

For you to touch me.

I've missed the way
you caress me.

Kiss me.

Kiss me more.

Don't stop.

Melanie...

Oh, Melanie...

Take me again.

Please.

My body needs to
be abused by you.

You drive me mad with desire.

Oh, yes...

Yes...

Don't stop.

Don't stop.

Die, you bastard!

You filthy whore...

No!

No!

It's all over.

Axel...

- Can you give us a statement?
- What exactly happened here?

- Were you the first on the scene?
- Tell us something!

- We can't say anything at the moment.
- Just tell us something!

- Answer us!
- We can't say anything!

- Who's in that car?
- It's Doctor Willow and the lieutenant!

- Yes, it's them!
- Can you give us a statement?

- What happened here, lieutenant?
- Can you say something, doctor?

- Were you Melanie Beck's doctor?
- Make way!

- What happened?
- Is this connected to the maniac?

- Who was Sherman Floyd, lieutenant?
- Say something!

- Tell something to the press!
- Make way!

- Who was Sherman Floyd?
- Make way!

- Give me a moment.
- Say something!

- Tell us something, please!
- Who was Sherman Floyd, lieutenant?

I can only tell you that we made
a plan to catch the maniac.

And the Becks, pardon my expression,
have been our guinea pigs.

What do you mean exactly?

One guinea pig knew about the
plan, the other did not.

Mrs. Beck, you see, sublimated
her trauma to the extreme.

Simply put, she had to relive said
trauma in order to overcome it.

Didn't you think this
plan was too dangerous?

Well, I admit we
encountered some issues.

Between me and Lieutenant
Clark, I mean.

My plan was based on
a theory, after all.

What's important
is that it worked.

Is it true that Sergeant Beck had
been previously fired from the police?

It's true, but I can guarantee he'll
be rehired and will receive a reward.

- What about...
- Let's go.

- Wait a second!
- Make way, please.

This is the church, this
is the steeple...

open the door and
let in the people.

Mom, dad, can I go to my room?

Of course, dear.

Can you ever forgive me?

Forgive you?

Forgive you for what?

Everything you did,
you did for love.

I've missed you so much.

It felt like torture.

I couldn't tell you everything,
I couldn't tell you the truth.

Oh, Axel.

Promise you'll never
leave me again.

Melanie, I'm worried
about Clarissa.

I wonder if this story
caused her a trauma.

She's going to forget
everything, in time.

Don't you think?

Time heals all wounds.

I hope so.

Do you recognize me, sweet Mrs.
Beck?

I'm back, just for you!

Just for you!

Subtitled by Francesco Massaccesi