All language subtitles for Gabriele Albanesi - Ubaldo Terzani Horror Show

Listen...

you don't want
to even read the synopsis?

Alessio...

Look it's not the eighties anymore,

in the times of Lamberto Bava,
when monsters and dolls squirted blood.

I thought I already told you
that splatter stories, which you love,

with all the blood and guts spilling out,

I cannot produce it, at least not now
and especially not in Italy.

You need to bring me a story
that is air-able!

If not, you tell me
how I can find the funding?

You need a writer, my friend.

I write my stories.

Look: I don't care about
your playground need of revendication.

If you want to do a film with me,
you need to start following a plan.

You need a serious professional writer
to give you a little method.

Do you know Ubaldo Terzani?

The Night Marta Dreamed Of Her Death.

How Much I Loved you, Mama.

The Yell Of The Centaur.

Dancing On The Blade of A Razor.

The Woods Has A Million Eyes.

- Hello?
- Hey! How did it go?

Same old, same old. He says I have to stop
being so into splatter, always the same story.

- Fuck... and?
- And than it came out

that he wants me to write
with a scenographer...

- to keep on the right track.
- Alessio, that is fantastic!

It means that he values you,
that he wants you to do the film!

Yeah, I was pleased
with this proposal as well...

also because the guy I have to write with
is a renowned horror-writer;

- his name is Ubaldo Terzani.
- That is great, right?

- How did you leave things with Curreri?
- That I have to get in contact with Terzani

and then I will move on his house
for some days to write the synopsis.

- Where will you be moving?
- At his house in Turin.

- How long will you stay?
- I don't know honey,

- the time it takes to write a synopsis!
- That means we won't see for a while!

- Yes, that's true.
- Will we see each other tonight?

Not tonight.
I want to start reading the books.

What? Tonight, you have to read tonight?
We have to party!

Sara, this is important. I am curious
and I want to begin working immediately.

- Hello...
- Hi Alessio, it's Giulio.

- Are you busy?
- Oh Giulio...! No, not at all.

Listen, I am going to the Orsello's set...
do you want to come?

Yes, of course... what time?

- When you want to; I am going now.
- Okay, but where is it?

- Always in the same place.
- Ok... bye Giulio...

Bye-bye.

Federico couldn't understand

whether what he saw was only a dream

or something that happened
a long time before.

Perfect!
Let's get ready for the next scene!

- Hey Alessio!
- Ohi Giulio...

- How's it going?
- Everything's good... How's it going here?

Good, good... Orsello is a monster;
He knows what he's doing.

I know, I know.

And you?
What are you getting into?

Nothing; now I have
to begin to work with a writer.

- Yeah? Which writer?
- His name is Ubaldo Terzani.

Ah, I don't know him...
But is it for one of your films?

- Yeah.
- And why are you writing with this writer?

It was the producer's idea.

- Oh, one of those things...
- What are you getting into?

I have a few things cooking...

I am trying
to solidify one of my screenplays.

My agent really believes in me
and is pushing me in the networks.

She already introduced me
to several interesting producers.

- Cool.
- Yeah...

And then I have a web series about zombies,
you know, a thing you shoot quickly.

And then another project on society,
on the problems of youth, you know,

that shit
that gets proposed to the Ministry.

Yes... We have
to find things to do Alessio.

Move in many directions all at the same time,
open more than one front.

So that at least
one thing comes through, no?

Look Alessio...

I want to win.

Yeah...

- Hey Alessio!
- Oh Guidone! How are you?

- Good, everything is fine, and you?
- Perfection!

- Oh really!
- Yeah, everything is good!

I should have another minute. If you want
we could have a coffee and a chat.

- Absolutely.
- Ok.

- Bye Giulio, I'll see you later!
- Hey Guido!

- Listen, did you speak to Giulio?
- Yeah, he came by earlier to say hello.

And what did he tell you?

He said that he wrote
a new screen play.

But it is a joke...
leave it, it will never be a film.

Anyway, speak to me
about your new project.

Look, I still don't know anything.

In the sense that Curreri put me
in contact with this guy, Terzani,

and now I have to go to Turin
to work with him.

Listen Alessio...

I put in a good word for you,
I told him of your talent...

- and that you deserve to make a film.
- Thank you.

But now, try to write something decent.

I'll try.

Don't let this go,
and don't be stubborn like you usually are.

What do you want to do...
I imagine some sort of television sitcom...

At least I work...

in television but I'm working. And then
in my films I always fit in something personal.

Of course...

Anyway Alessio, I admire you.

Because you continue to fight,
because you continue to be a dreamer.

- I learned it from you, no?
- Perhaps...

but now I have family,
I have to think of the kids

and I need to work.

Work is work.
See you around.

It's incredible.

This story is seriously scary!

What is the one about
that you are reading now?

Kids that disappear in a forest.

- Like "The Blair Witch Project"?
- Pretty much.

Only that this once
is much more savage.

Anyway, it is true...
Terzani is a really intense writer.

See?
All of his books are like that.

The more I read...

- The harder it is to stop!
- Exactly.

Alessio...

in my opinion, these are
the works of a seriously disturbed person.

Let's not exaggerate;
He's simply a great writer.

But, how could Curreri
like someone like him?

I don't know. Tomorrow I want to call him
to clear some things up.

Anyway, enough.

- I don't want to read anymore.
- Why?

I told you, it is too heavy,
it bothers me.

Wow!

I can't believe you are a girl
with such a sensitive soul!

Oh yeah, what did you take me for?
Look, I am a good girl.

- Oh really?
- Yes.

- Are you sure?
- Yes...

Let me see what good girl you are.

Sleep, love...
sleep...

Hello, good morning, I am Alessio Rinaldi,
I would like to speak to Mr. Curreri please.

I am sorry, but Mr. Curreri
is not in the office.

When could I find him?

He's gone to a festival
and will be gone for a while.

When will he be back?

I 'm sorry, I am not sure.
Try back in a week, okay?

- Okay, thank you.
- Goodbye.

Hello...

- Alessio Rinaldi.
- Hello.

I was waiting for you.

Ubaldo Terzani.

It is truly an honor to meet you Sir.

No no, call me Ubaldo.

Okay, of course...

- You are young!
- God, I am 25.

- Exactly, you're young.
- Of course.

- Shall we go?
- Yes, yes...

So, what kind of film
did you have in mind?

God, I don't know,
it still has to be decided.

Then you know he wants
a film without excesses.

An atmospheric film
based upon the un-seen.

Look, Alessio...

together we have to write the story
that already exists inside of us.

The story that has us obsessed,
that won't let us sleep at night.

And it has to be the story that guides us,
not the other way around.

Abstract discourses

on the type or rules the story
should or should not follow are innate.

Don't worry about Curreri.

I already spoke to him.

And I am responsible
for all of our choices.

You were entrusted to me, Alessio.

I imagined the two
as two young�s in their twenties.

She's 18, he's 20. She is still
in high school and he is at university.

Both from a rich family.

Ah, do you like this:
That he has a passion for comics.

Or he could draw!
An artist, what do you think?

What else interested us about them?

I don't know.

Oh, excuse me.

It must be the mailman,
I am waiting on a package.

- I'll be right back.
- No problem.

Pardon, I had to sign a receipt
and the postman could not find his pen.

No problem.

- Let's get back to it?
- Yes, let's get to it.

Ubaldo, is everything okay?

Ubaldo what was that noise?

Ubaldo?

- Good morning Alessio.
- Good morning.

- Did you sleep well?
- Yes, I slept very well.

This is the package I received yesterday.

It is the Russian edition of my book.
They sent me several gifted copies.

Seriously?

Yes, in Russia it came out
in the last few days.

Can I see it?

Of course,
you can have a copy for yourself.

Thank you!

Come on Alessio,
let's go into my studio.

Listen, Ubaldo...

how do you write books
with such realistic horror?

I mean...

your stories are creepy.

They have a concreteness
and a realness

that you do not find in the pages
of any other writer of this genre.

Maybe. Because the others are amateur.

Come on, seriously.

Look...

I know horror because
I go deep into to it, to look at it.

I make pacts with my ghosts.

I speak to them daily.
It's as if I...

am my right eye and they are my left eye.

- That is a quite vague explanation.
- Vague?

Then try to be more precise,
what else do you want to know?

I don't know, perhaps
there is something that inspires you?

For example, perhaps your crudest scenes
are assisted by observing autopsies.

Autopsies?

No, these are the easy way out,

that I willingly leave to the mediocre writers
like Clive Barker.

There is no need for the help
of observing autopsies to know horror.

The Horror...
horror is inside of you.

It is deep down, inside of you
where you have to look

to pull it out.

And then work with fantasy
to achieve excellence.

We have to destroy our commonality
to write certain stories

we have to live them directly.
There is nothing more false.

Yes, perhaps this is true.

Not..."perhaps",
it is true.

An expert is telling you.

Sorry, I forgot to turn it off.

Answer, we have time.

Hello.
Sara!

I am here with Ubaldo,
we are... working.

No, don't worry, only...
if I can call you later it would be better.

Of course I remember.
I promise.

Yes, bye.

Your girlfriend.

- Yes.
- Sara.

Yes, Sara.

How old is she?
If that is not too personal.

No problem.
She's 20 years old.

20...

- And how long have you been together?
- What now...

- two years.
- And... are you happy together?

Of course we're happy together.

I'm glad.

Even if I heard...
a bit of uncertainty in your voice.

No. No uncertainty, why?

You made a face!

Sorry.
Cause I like to joke because...

I would like for us to be closer.

To get to know each other better.
I want...

I want to break down the wall of coldness
and distrust between us,

because we don't know each other well.

Of course, in fact,
I hadn't noticed me, actually...

Don't say anything.

Do you have any plans for this evening?

Hi Ubaldo!

Ubaldo!

It's been so long, how are you?

I am fine. And you?

Everything is splendid.

And why haven't you
introduced your friend?

Oh sorry Ubaldo, you are right.

So... Ninetta, this is Ubaldo Terzani,
amazing horror writer.

Ubaldo, this is Ninetta Bernardi,

promising and very talented actress
of our new Italian cinema.

- Nice to meet you, Ninetta.
- My pleasure, Ubaldo Terzani.

- So you are a horror writer?
- Yes...

I am a writer of "horror"!

Seriously Ninetta, you have never read
"Dancing on the Blade of a Razor"?

- It was on the charts for months!
- What an idiot, of course I read it.

- Fantastic, compliments.
- Thank you. You are too kind.

You are an actress, right?
And is she..."talented"?

Very...

- What are you doing, are you teasing me?
- No, I am just telling the truth, kitten!

He's a friend.
Adirector.

Alessio Rinaldi.
We are writing a story together.

- Adirector.
- Yep.

And a young one at that...
Nice to meet you, Luca Paoletti, producer.

A pleasure, Alessio Rinaldi.

- Ninetta.
- Hello.

So tell me something, who is producing you?
If you don't mind me asking.

Tommaso Curreri, Delfino productions.

Ah, you're not going to start
talking about work again, right?

But no baby...
What are you saying?

Okay boys, love is calling me,
we are going to make the rounds.

- What strange people in this place...
- Yeah...

- She is cute, no?
- Yeah, she is cute.

Then why don't you bang her?

- What the hell are you saying?!?
- Come on, take it easy.

You need to grab what life offers.

If not someone else will show up
and take it from you!

Let's have a drink.

To our screenplay.

May it bring you success,
fame and loads of money!

To the screenplay!

No, no, all of it in one gulp.

- Another one.
- No, come on, Ubaldo...

Come on...
You have to let yourself go, Alessio.

Stop it with this.

To the cinema and to the lecterature.

- Another.
- Come on, I can't do anymore.

Come on...
this is more important.

To pussy!

Hey, Ubaldo! How do you do?
I'm Antonio.

- Let's have a toast... to our health!
- Prosit.

- You like tequila, don't you?
- Sure, he likes it!

- What you drinked?
- Never mind...

Let's make another toast...

Ubaldo, come hang with us.
I always have good stuff, come on!

- Come.
- Cool!

- Sit! Come next to Erika, who's alone.
- Absolutely...

Come on!

Sit down.

- What is your name?
- Erika.

- Erika!
- Yes.

Nice name...

And what is this?

- It is a peacock!
- Yeah, a peacock...

Ah, you're full of peacock feathers...
Everywhere... Good!

Madam...

- What is the color of your eyes?
- Orsello?

Alessio... Alessio, are you here?
Come here, we're having fun.

No, I'm sorry...

I thought...
I thought I saw someone.

Where are you going?!!

What the hell do you care?
Do you prefer him to me?

You didn't have to say that...

I knew I would find you here, eh?

Old fart in search of fresh meat!

Always in the front row, eh?

I am here because Terzani invited me.

- What are you doing in Turin?
- What I always do public relations, no?

Listen, did I see Orsello
or am I wrong?

No, you're not wrong.
Do you know the latest?

- No.
- He's producing a film for me.

- What?
- Yeah, Orsello is producing a film for me.

- Why?
- Why not...

his fiction is going well and he said that
he would produce a low-budget film for me.

He wants to take a chance on, understand?
He really likes my screenplay.

- Ah... and which film does it cover?
- It is pulp fiction.

Very cool.

It is a film about the mafia in the Chinese
quarter of Piazza Vittorio in Rome.

There will scenes with kung-fu.

- It seems like a really interesting story.
- No, no, you will see, it will kick ass!

- Giulio, come on, we have to go!
- Yeah, I'm coming!

Sorry, I have to go now...
You know, they are calling...

Good luck with your project!

You are so sweet...

No, you are sweet.

Because you do not know me.

Let's take off this peacock.
Let it fly, off!

- Do you remember me?
- Yes.

Of course.
How are you?

I am great.

But it seems like you
have taken a it of something...

No, no I am fine.

But... you really don't want
to do anything?

Ubaldo...
come here.

I am not Ubaldo...
I'm Alessio.

You come,
it's all the same.

What did you do to your hand...
why is there blood?!

- He made me... crazy.
- Did Terzani do this to you?

He is so smooth...
It is his art!

- But what did you do...
- His is art!

But what did you do...
What?!

His is art!

- Hello...
- Why didn't you call me?

- What?
- Last night, why didn't you call me?

Oh god, babe,
I'm sorry, I forgot.

Ah, you forgot, great!

Yeah, but there is a reason.

- Ah really?
- Yes.

Last night Ubaldo brought me to a party
with writers and people from the industry.

Right, a party!
I imagine you had a good time!

Listen, don't start, don't be jealous.

I was at a party and that is all.
You can't always complicate things.

Of course you did not even have
your cell to respond to my calls!

- Listen I...
- I what? You were at a party, right?

The great director went to the party with
people from the industry, fuck you!

Things are not going very well, right?

Oh, hello Ubaldo.

Good morning!

Yesterday you were really in pieces,
weren't you?

I brought you home because you were
layed out like a sack of potatoes.

I put you in bed fully dressed...
You don't remember anything?

- No... you know I remember...
- But we had a good time, right?

Listen, without meaning to,
I heard your phone call just now...

- Is everything okay with Sara now?
- Of course it's all okay.

No, actually,
there are some problems.

Okay, let's do something.
Now...

go take a shower
and freshen up

in there is a breakfast
that is waiting for you and then later...

- when you're relaxed, we can talk, ok?
- Alright.

Alessio, do you want a coffee?

Yes. Yes, thank you,
I'll be right there.

Martina and Daniele
see a far-away light

and begin to run with tears in their eyes.

- When...
- Wait a moment.

Tell me.

I am not sure about the seduction-scene
we wrote yesterday.

What are you not sure about?

That a young girl allows herself
to be seduced by an old man.

- You are wrong...
- But no...

Not a worldly, intelligent girl like Martina!
It is contradicting the nature of the character.

Not a worldly, intelligent girl like Martina!
It is contradicting the nature of the character.

It's not plausible, come on!

You are forgetting
that Ludwig is a holy man.

A mystical personality,
with great charisma.

While Martina is just a spoiled girl.

I don't know,
it is not convincing me.

Ludwig...

has her smoke...

a pipe

with special herbs.

That he collected around the swamp.

She smokes.

And lets herself go.

Then the old man comes close to her.

And begins to speak to her
in a smooth, sweet voice.

Again he offers her the pipe...

and invites her to inhales
deep mouthfuls of smoke.

Ludwig begins to speak.

His voice has changed
because his eyes are full of tears,

that begin to fall along his cheeks.

Ludwig tells her he is...

the king

who has healed hundreds of people.

The girl is now completely hypnotized.

Ludwig gets closer to her

and pushes his lips into hers.

And she can no longer resist.

What do you say?
Do you believe it?

Do you believe now that a charismatic
old man can seduce a young girl?

Yes, in fact it is quite realistic.

- Excuse me.
- Of course.

It's Sara.

Answer.

Hello.

No, no, we are working but don't worry.

Listen,
I am really sorry for yesterday.

- I wanted to apologize.
- Alessio...

Why don't you invite Sara
to pass the weekend here?

I want to have a barbeque and invite
some friends, she could sleep here.

Did you hear what Ubaldo said?

He invited you here,
he is having a party with some friends.

- No, you don't annoy us.
- At all! It's a pleasure!

Yes, it is a pleasure for us both,
also for me.

Sure.
Okay, bye.

She said...

she would call me this evening to confirm,
but there shouldn't be any problems.

- She thanks you very much.
- Good.

Should we get back to work?

Only mediocre writers use
these expedient tricks dear Alessio.

12:45, I slept so damn long!

Shit!

- Come in.
- Thank you.

- Alessio is still sleeping.
- Still?

Wow, he is a real hard worker.

- You can leave your coat and hat there.
- Oh, thank you.

You know, yesterday
we had a very intense day.

Another party
with writers and industry people?

No no, only work...
hard work.

Oh, how far have you come
with the story?

At a good point...
almost to the end.

And has anyone died yet?

No, not yet...
but someone will die soon.

- Ah, yes, that is all that was missing.
- The rest is... a horror movie.

We can say that up to this point we have
remained on a strange, psychological level.

In the finale, there will be
a full-on splatter scene.

You know,
I have read all of your books.

I became curious
as I was watching Alessio read them, and

then I began to read a bit as well.

- And then?
- And then... it was like a drug.

I couldn't stop.
I read them all.

Erika Morbioli, ex-presenter, has been
missing without a trace since last Sunday.

This is my secret chest.

Observe.

- It's "The Yell of the Centaur"!
- Yes, this is the first edition, printed in 1987.

Edited by Skorpio Press,
that is now closed.

Amazing!

It was my first fiction published.

This is
"The Forest Has a Thousand Eyes"!

This is also from Skorpio!

Yes, my first three books
were published by Skorpio,

then I moved on to Camunia

and in the end, Gargoyle
republished all of my novels.

- Look at this one...
- What is it?

This is the French version of
"Dancing on the Blade of a Razor".

- So, here there are...
- The most important editions of my books.

This is the secret place where
I give an outlet to my literary narcissism.

It seems sacred to me.

Hi.

- You've finally woken up!
- Sorry, I didn't hear the alarm.

You were obviously
not anxiously seeing me, uh?

- Come on...
- I'm kidding.

What were you two doing?

Ubaldo was showing me his secret chest!

And what is this chest, Ubaldo?

No nothing,
only old editions of my books.

There's even the very first version
of "The Yell Of The Centaur", from 1987!

Why didn't you ever show me them.

- Should we have a tea, a coffee?
- Yes.

What did you do with the store?

I left it in the care of my sister, why?
What is the problem?

There is no problem.

It's just that you always say
your dad gives you problems, that...

you can never take a day of vacation...

And now, without even a thought,
you came here is a jiff.

Hey, are you sorry that I came?!

- Why the hell are you yelling!
- Coward.

It's just strange.

It's strange that the minute
Terzani invites you, you appear here.

All of the times I asked you
to go away for a day or two?

- What, are you jealous?
- What?

- Are you jealous of Terzani?
- What the hell are you saying.

Ah, of course...

Of course, you jumped
at the occasion to meet him.

- You are seriously pathetic.
- What?

Yeah, always thinking the worst.

Because you do not trust others,
that's why, and you are insecure.

Listen Sara,
something strange is happening here.

I am having absurd nightmares.

- And if that wasn't enough...
- Here we go!

Oh, thank you Ubaldo.

You have never been in these places,
right Sara?

No.

They are particular places around Turin.

There are hills, foggy woods...

strange, disturbing places...

Are these the places
where you place your stories?

Like "The Forest Has a Thousand Eyes"?

- Exactly.
- Awesome!

You should see them too, Alessio.

Yes.
In fact, I wanted to ask you that.

We can get there in 5 minutes with the car.
Can I offer you a short ride?

Yes.

It would be an honor for me
to be your guide.

Here we are.
We have almost arrived.

What a place!

Many stories were born here,
legends, daydreams...

- What you mean?
- Which stories?

In the late 80's

some girls were killed here,
in this area.

They were disappearing several months
from one another,

over several years.

They began to speak of...

only one hand,
of only one person.

Like a serial killer?

Exactly.

And they accused a psycho
a homeless man living right here.

The police found...

scraps of clothing

and pieces of cadavers,
right inside there.

So they arrested him.

They began to speak of...
"the beast of the hills".

That kidnapped young girls
and tore them apart.

Is a story

that mothers still tell their children at night
to scare them and force them to go to sleep.

- Is this maniac still in prison?
- No.

He died in prison years ago.

People don't remember anymore, or better
they pretend... not to remember.

Watch out!

You need to be very careful
where you walk.

So, how are you?

Better, I took a bath.

But, Ubaldo, it doesn't scare you
to leave near these places?

No, on the contrary...
they inspire me.

Do you guys want to smoke?

I do, yes.

What is it?

This...
is a special herb.

I could give a shit less about the cinema!

The only thing that interests me
are my novels

and the smile of a beautiful girl.

And a little grass
to smoke now and then.

- Wait... we need a ritual for the Gods.
- Okay.

Burn fire, burn.

Burn until the end.

Again.

Burn fire, burn,
burn until the end.

- No, for me no. Thank you.
- Com'on!

- I don't want to.
- Come on, smoke.

Come on, smoke.

Come on, smoke.

Burn fire, burn,
burn until the end.

Burn fire, burn,
burn until the end.

Oh My...

I began to write this war film with
this director that was seriously an ass.

He didn't know anything
about the historic period!

Which period was it?

The Africa campaign.

1940.

The fascism, the Afrikorps, Rommel,
the two battles of El Alamein, those things.

How did you do it?

You could say that the film
was completely written by me.

The director didn't know anything,
I don't know where he studied, if he ever...

studied.

And then?

Seeing as I 'm keen on Anthropology,

and I love that time in history,

it wasn't difficult for me
to write a script.

- I belive it.
- Really?

You are...

you are a worldly man.

Really?

You're a man of great culture.

It can be seen in your books as well.

I am flattered.

- Do you want to dance?
- Yes.

Let's dance.

- Come with me.
- Yes. Alright.

Show me what you can do.

- Should I show you what I can do?
- Yes...

- Yes?
- Yes...

Are you sure?

Wait...

No no wait, an autograph!

No, a dedication!
Adedication in one of your books!

Come on...

Okay.

But, this is the French edition
of "Dancing on the Blade of a Razor"!

- And you are giving it to me?
- It is already yours.

"To Sara, my new, inspirational muse.
Ubaldo Terzani".

No, stop, stop.
Come on... stop.

- What do you mean?
- Alessio is here. Stop it.

Stop it!

Stop it, you bastard.
Stop!

Bastard to who?
What hell you want to do?

- First you provoke me...
- What did I drink...

and then you deny me?

No woman has ever denied me.

- My head...
- You should feel honored

to be fucked by me.

Stop you pig, stop!

- Stop it!
- What did he gave me to drink?

Shut this mouth!

Shut it. Silent!
You have to shut it!

Bastard, leave her alone...

Oh fuck.

Son of a bitch...

Son of a bitch...

Son of a bitch!

What the fuck
do you think you are doing?

Piece of shit...
you killed her.

Can't you see how ridiculous you are?
You are going to play the hero now?

You watched you girlfriend get fucked
in front of your eyes.

You stayed there, still,
while she died.

This is because you have no balls.

You are not worth shit.

Not as a director...

and not as a man.

This is because you are spoiled,
and a little cuckold.

I want to be a director...
"Oh mommy!

"When I grow up I want to be a director!",

"My love, isn't it better
if you take whores?"

Dear director...
My dear director...

Oh look...

a coward of a director that has fainted!
Oh poor baby!

You need to learn respect.

And we are tough, hard!

What hell did your mama give you to eat,
eggs?

Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it's off to work we go!

Here it is, done!

Here...

Beautiful.

- A magnificent heart.
- It's only a dream.

It's only a dream.

Fucking failure!

Look what you've done.
Look!

This was the heart of your girlfriend.

This heart serves me for my novels,
piece of shit filmmaker!

Where are you?

Did you see?

Beautiful, right?

Have you saw it perfectly?

With those beautiful eyes
that I am going to rip from your head.

Can you understand now

where I get the inspiration for my novels?

Now you understand why in each of them
you find and uncanny, realistic sense.

Why they are truly scary.

And now you...

are you ready to die?

To send your soul to the devil?

Intellectual director my ass!

Now I will shred you, like I shredded
that whore of a girlfriend of yours.

And you will become
material for my novels!

Die!
Son of a bitch, die!

You have to thank me, Alessio...

because I gave you the gift

of inspiration.

Hello... Police?

Stop!
Excellent, but let's do it again!

- Luca, a little slower with your movements.
- Okay.

No, you didn't understand,
I am filming for the American market.

I hope so, it seems like
a good distribution.

Oh, what's wrong...
did I scare you?

No sorry, I was just lost in thought.
Hi.

- Oh congratulations.
- You saw it?

- You put on a great set.
- Let me tell you about it.

Your screenplay, is stupendous!

Traduzione e sottotitoli Anna Maria Bruno
per HDE