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AKA "Atrocious Tales of Love & Revenge'

Ladies and gentlemen, our maestro, Raffaele Capece...

will now play a classical piece, solo.

Would you prefer Bach, Vivaldi, Da Venosa?

We'd prefer to be left in peace!

- Here. - Thank you.

10,000, Gennari'.

Raffaele, I'll take that for you, then we're even for the loan I gave you.

- Tome? - Didn't you know?

Your father came by this morning.

I have two crosses to bear in life: the limp in my leg and my father.

Polio can be treated, but as for my father...

This morning, your friend Giardino called...

- he said you must go and see him tonight. - That only means more trouble!

Let's do it!

Number nine!

- Come on! - 79! The number of Wonder!

You cut it out! Where's number 447!

Hey, 44/

Great!

Dear Professor, please, come!

Dear Professor! So glad to see you again!

Come on, it's more private inside.

Do sit down! It's such a pleasure to have you come and visit!

No, no, not there - the guest gets the best chair.

Just as cute as ever... This belongs to you?

God, it's my savings book.

I lost it about a week ago. It's certainly lucky that you found it.

Well, you lost it and we found it.

- Aren't you going to give it back? - Of course!

Just give me the 700,000 lire you owe me, and it's yours.

What 700,000 lire?

The 700,000 your father lost one night,

and for which he left us your bank book as collateral.

Then there's this bouncing cheque,

with your signature on it, also given to us by your papa.

Verify it...

Lovely man, your father!

So he's even learnt to forge my signature!

If I denounced him to the bank, because of the fake cheque,

I would have to denounce you as well, because it's your signature on here!

But instead, I called you first. Wasn't that good of me?

Yeah, but where am I supposed to get 700,000 lire from?

Come now, Raffaele, an artist such as you...

You'll think of something.

- But, joking aside... - Perhaps you don't understand!

What I wanted to say is, we can always exchange favours.

You scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours.

Yes, but what kind of favour can I do for you, Giardino?

Can you read music?

Surel can...

And so?

You play that serenade for me,

and I will give you that cheque, plus your savings book.

- A serenade? And when? - At five o'clock.

- Tomorrow afternoon? - No, now...

-in half an hour. - A serenade at five in the morning?

Raffaele, it's just a serenade. That's not a problem for you, surely?

- Well, no. But will you really give me them back? - Afterwards, cross my heart.

Wait for me in your car.

- Wait for you? - In the car. I'll be right over.

That man is going to play it He doesn't know anything else. Bye.

See that car? Follow it.

Where it stops, that's where you have to play the serenade.

Just get out and play it. Do you understand?

If anything should happen, keep your eyes and ears closed -

don't breathe a word to anyone. Got it?

Absolutely. But, about the cheque...

Tomorrow, you call me up and I'll give you back everything.

" . When, suddenly, from the top-floor window, an unknown man fell down, almost on top of me.

"Something then hit me on the head, and I passed out.

"I do not know anything else, nor can I add anything,

"except to declare that I have never met the man who was the victim of this unfortunate accident.

"Signed, Raffaele Capece."

Son of Natale, or son of the late Natale?

Son of Natale, unfortunately.

And you're in the habit of going around at five in the morning,

serenading complete strangers with your mandolin...

A dark-skinned gentleman, who took potshots at you with a shotgun. But you never saw him before?

I didn't even know he was dark-skinned... And why would he fire at someone in my condition?

Would it be too much to ask why you went to play this serenade?

It was because of my father, who is the root of all my troubles.

- So it's your father's fault? - If only you knew...

My father is a compulsive gambler.

- But that's... illegal! - I know, but father doesn't care!

Go on.

So, in order to pay his gambling debts, I'm forced to take on extra jobs...

like that serenade.

- So, when the blonde asked me... - The one in the Volkswagen?

Right. I said: “I'll do it for papa.”

So, will you finally tell me the blonde's name, yes or no?

Serenading is confidential work. I'd never ask for a client's name.

- Have you hurt yourself? - I'm asking the questions.

Now, I didn't ask to be sent here. .. Not that I mind, as Naples is a beautiful city...

But Neapolitans who try to be smart, like you're trying to be, they really bust my cojones!

He means his two...?

Don't forget, the reason you haven't been locked up is because we accepted your alibi...

- Just take a look... - It wasn't my decision.

If it had been up to me, I'd have stuck you in a cell and left you there to rot!

- Commissario, why are you leaning on me? - Did you know that the victim was a foreigner?

- The dark-skinned man? - John Hovert, from Jamaica.

He was the brother of the opera singer Elizabeth Hovert...

and he was the secretary of the famous conductor Victor Navarro.

- Victor Navarro? - Do you know him?

Absolutely; he's to conduct a concert at the San Carlo Theater next week.

Then you must also know that he is a very influential person,

- and so we must solve this case as quickly as possible. - Of course.

And I have no intention of having my career destroyed because of someone like you!

Well, yes, that's only fair, right...?

- Esposito. - Doctor, my name is Sposito.

Well, Esposito, get him to sign it and send him away.

At least one photo!

Get a picture with the maestro.

Maestro! It's a great honor for me! Condolences, my lady.

- Do you have a car? - What? - Do you have a car?

Yes, but I left it at the site of the unfortunate accident.

- In that case, I'll give you a lift. - Me?

This is a great honour for me! Thank you.

I read your statement.

It's clear that you were only involved by chance in this tragedy...

Mr... Excuse me, I can't remember your name.

Raffaele Capece, Mandolinista.

A musician! So we're colleagues, then.

I'm a great admirer of yours, Maestro.

When possible, I don't miss any of your concerts: Berlin, Vienna, Salzburg...

- You travel a lot! - No, I listen to them on the radio.

- In Naples, you haven't played for some time. - That's true...

and, unfortunately, my return is overshadowed by tragedy.

This city holds many memories for me...

Good and bad.

My studies at the Conservatory, my first wife. She died, poor thing...

- My son... - What, you mean you have a son here?

Yes, but I haven't seen him in a long time.

Walter is very proud, and always refused my help.

I asked poor John to find him.

I wanted to spend Christmas with him, but unfortunately...

John is the dark-skinned... l mean to say, the brother of Miss Hovert?

It was a terrible misfortune. Ghastly.

Is it possible that nobody knows who this blonde woman who hired you is?

I swear that I don't know.

- Capece... - Yes, meastro?

Listen carefully...

I'm ready to do anything in order to find the murderer.

If you find out anything important, you'll be well rewarded...

A mandolin player could be useful in my orchestra.

I'll be working on some classical Vivaldi pieces for my tour of Australia next year.

Our encounter today could help you to advance your career.

- Will you help me? - For you, I'd jump into the fire!

I'll carry out a private investigation...

Which window did my brother fall from?

Look, madam... It was the top floor balcony.

But don't worry; he fell so fast, there wasn't time for it to hurt.

How is this possible, Victor? What could John have been doing here?

Well, it's strange...

So do we have a deal? I'll be at the San Carlo through the Christmas season.

If you discover anything, let me know. And try to find out soon.

Yes, Maestro.

- Thanks for the ride. - You're welcome.

F-sharp! F-sharp, not G.

And hold that mandolin right! Up!

- Did you bring the money for this week? - Yes, professor.

Your dad took it this morning. Did I make a mistake?

Keep playing.

I never understood why we should put a star above the creche,

but that's what they say, So here we go.

There... Anyway, I don't like it.

I've never liked the creche, since I was a little kid.

- Dad... Dad, shouldn't you tell me something? - Right...

when did you get home last night?

I waited for you until the morning! Where have you been?

Where have /been?

I had to take care of all the trouble that you caused!

Be quiet! Don't talk so loud! In front of that stranger!

- Do you understand? A little respect! - What respect?!

Respect for someone who wastes my money gambling in a stinking house?!

And a counterfeiter! You even signed a false cheque!

That's right! What else can you do, when you have such a stupid son...

that can't take care of his family? We need a lot of money! A lot!

A lot, that's for surel

You just keep on gambling: lotteries, betting and any kind of games!

So what? Now you want to take away from the elderly...

a little entertainment, a little gambling? What a degenerate son!

Dad, listen to me. Now ['ll go out on the street and marry the first...

woman that I meet, and you'll go to a retirement home.

Right, you think that the first woman you meet will marry you!

As soon as she gets a glimpse of your skinny legs, she'll run away!

Listen, dad... I'm in a bad mood, just leave me alone.

I should just throw this statue right in his face... Who is he? Right, Balthazar...

Am I lying when I say that whenever you try to flirt with a girl, she just turns and leaves?

I'll bet! You always tell them that I have contagious polio!

That's a lie! I never said that!

I've sometimes talked about progressive paralysis,

starting from your lower parts and ending who-knows-where...

If it's a certain Giardino, I'm out. He's such a nuisance!

He's always trying to borrow money from anyone.

- Hello! - This is Giardino.

Giardino, I'm in trouble because of you!

- What happened? - You're asking me what happened?

The police are looking for me! Gunshots coming from all over!

- You have to keep your mouth shut. - Yes, I have...

but now you should give me that thing, and some explanation, otherwise I'll open it.

- Do you know the address? - Yes, I do. Now don't move,

because I'm in real danger!

Who are you looking for, sir?

- Giardino; is he home? - Yes, he's up in his apartment.

Wait a minute, I'll call him.

- What is it? - It's Raffaele Capece. Can I come up?

No, I'll be right down.

Help!

My God, how awful!

Maria! Come here...

Poor thing! What happened? Come here, come and see. Maria!

Miss... Wait!

Psychiatric Ward

Excuse me, do you have a match?

Thank you. Thank you.

Did you see the girl who was driving that car over there?

- Pretty, with green eyes... - It went out!

- Can you give me another? - Sure. Here you go.

- Thank you. - Take the box.

- What are you doing? - I'm burning your coat. - My coat?!

- What's the matter with you?! - You think I'm crazy?

Let me do I, I'll set it alight for youl!

I'll burn your coat!

What, why do you want to burn my coat?!

Relax, just relax...

He's fine, it's just a small attack. Take him back to his room.

Sorry, I didn't know he was...

He's not dangerous. He's just a harmless pyromaniac.

Harmless? I'd hate to see what you'd call dangerous!

And what are you doing here?

- Are you under Professor Fiorito's care? - No, nobody's care.

- Well, then? - mean... I saw this car...

Ah, I understand...

- You must be a friend of Lucia's. - She's called Lucia?

You don't know your friend's name?

Well, I'm not a close friend of hers...

That's her! Pardon me...

Miss, can I have a word?

What do you want from me? Can'tl go anywhere without you following me?

So, you noticed me, then?

You think that car can pass unnoticed?

But yours doesn't either...

I've seen it twice, and each time someone has been murdered.

Working here, I've met enough loonies to last a lifetime.

So you think I'm crazy? This car was there half an hour ago, when a man fell from a window.

And not to mention last night, when the black man fell out of one...

I don't know what you're talking about. Now leave, or I'll call someone...

- and you'll regret having bothered me. - Oh, I'll go, alright... to the police.

Let's see if you'll tell them about it.

- The police? - Yeah.

- What's this got to do with the police? - We shall see.

Oh, God, I can explain everything...

Why else do you think I'm here?

Not here; at the hospital, it's impossible. Meet me outside, please.

I'm in deep trouble, try to understand that...

- Lucia, we're going to start decorating the hall. - I'm coming.

I have to go back inside.

Why don't I come and see you at the restaurant where you work?

All right. I'll be waiting for you.

Lift!

Fourth floor! Shut the door!

- It's on the fifth floor. - Oh? That's wonderful...

Just imagine if someone had to go all the way up.

I'm only going to the first floor.

- If you want to go ahead... - Please, you go ahead!

I mean, I walk slowly, I have a problem...

I'l go after you!

Thank you.

Unfortunately, my leg...

Sorry, but how did you know the elevator was open on the fifth floor?

Because I left it open.

Oh, I see...

- Here we are... - Please, keep walking.

- Thank you, but I'm home. - Go on, up the stairs.

- I have to go up? - Wadda you think?

If you feel that strongly about it, who am I to argue?

You go first, and limp faster!

- Sorry, but where are we going? - To the top floor.

Look, there's no way I can make it to the top with this leg, believe me...

Yes, without a doubt, it can be donel You'll just have to be patient with me.

I just wanted to explain that, with my condition,

I sometimes get really bad cramp, which means we'd be stuck...

- If we get stuck, I'll un-cramp it for you. - In that case, there shouldn't be a problem.

- Don't you think this is going too far? - Come on, move it!

Have you no mercy? I'm sick, unhappy, poor...

Not even in hospitals have I ever been treated this way. You should...

Now, move! Unless you want me to get angry...

Sorry, I don't know what got into me...

Get going!

What beautiful fresh air you got up here.

Take a deep breath; it'll do you the world of good.

Besides, you never know... it could be your last.

Don Rafaelle, you have studied music, you have a sensitive mind...

so I figure you should understand me.

Now, if it was up to me, we'd be on the Isle of Capri,

you'd play a few songs on your mandolin,

we'd eat pasta with salad, and be like lords!

But, unfortunately, that's just not possible.

- Excuse me, sir.. - Gregorio Sella is the name.

If you'll just tell me what you want from me, I'll be glad to help you.

- I didn't tell you? - No. - Oh!

How could I be so stupid?! What a jerk!

To think that all along, he didn't know what I wanted!

- No wonder you didn't understand; I didn't tell you, did I?! - Exactly!

Look, it seems you're the one who played that famous serenade...

- Is that correct? - Yes, sir.

Well, what did you play it for? Who hired you? Who? Who?

Who did I play it for? That's what I'd like to know, too.

- Are you saying you don't know who it was? - No...

In that case, Albi, refresh his memory. I can't bear to watch.

What are you doing? No! Let me go!

Help!

Help!

Pull me up!

Now do you remember who hired you to play it?!

Yes, I remember!

So you remembered! Albi, pull him up.

My leg!

So, would you be so kind as to tell us?

It was Giardino...

Giardino, the poker player, he made me play it. Do you know him?

Albi, did you hear that?! He wants to know if I know Giardino!

Do you remember, Albi?

Giardino, falling down...

Splat!

But who was it who hired Giardino to get you to play it?

- I don't know, I swear it! - You don't know that either, huh? - No.

Go ahead, Albi, but I don't want to watch.

No! Mr. Sella, I beg you...

- I'minnocent! Have pity on me! - Stop, Albi.

I suppose you don't know nothing about aman named Navarro?

He's the maestro. Everyone knows that! But what does he have to do with it?

Well, you see, a certain person with a lot to lose is being blackmailed.

What we want is for you to help us keep the cat away from the pigeon.

If you don't, you'll get another flying lesson.

You get the picture?

Yes, but what do you want me to do?

Three little things, to keep away from trouble...

Find out who the hell hired you,

find out what the hell that music means,

and find out where the hell they got it from.

- Have I made myself clear? - Sure.

- Don Raffaele, someone wants to see you. - Where?

They're waiting outside for you.

Miss!

Are you expecting someone?

- Good morning, Commissario, what brings you here? - Well, I heard you calling someone...

Oh, I was just calling the owner's cat; it's missing.

- A cat named 'Miss'? - That's what they call it.

- Why don't you come in? It's nicer... - I prefer to stay in the fresh air.

- Inside, it smells of fried food. - Oh, yeah.

When I eat fish, I get knots in my stomach. Then I get these terrible gas bubbles...

It used to happen to me too, but then it passes. You get used to it.

Let's change the subject: is this where you play the mandolin?

Yes, here in the restaurant.

Where do the people jump from? Here, there, from the bridge of the castle?

- What are you talking about? - Well, every time you play, someone jumps out of a window.

Come on, Commissario, this is all just a coincidence.

And what's this? Another coincidence, I suppose?

It looks like a cheque... Yes, it's definitely a cheque.

By coincidence, it bears your signature. By coincidence, it was found in Giardino's apartment,

who, by coincidence, jumped out the window, just when you went round there.

I thought you were a gentleman, like myself. I didn't expect insinuations like these from you.

Raffaele Capece, remember that under this good-natured exterior hides a tough cop,

who is capable of arresting his own grandmother if he has to.

- Have you ever been in prison? - No. I have a clean slate.

If you want to keep it that way, you'd better start telling the truth.

Okay, that is my cheque. It was for a gambling debt.

So everything's clear...

You went to Giardino's to get the cheque back...

He wouldn't give it to you, 50 you threw him out the window.

Pre-meditated murder. Mitigating circumstance: provocation.

If you can convince the court you have a sick mind, you won't even serve 25 years.

But I was down in the courtyard when he fell out of the window.

I'd forgotten about that.

Hey, why aren't you playing? There are customers!

- I must go now. - You want me to replace you with a jukebox?!

What trouble are you in now? Who is that guy?

- He's a future client. - A future client?

- What's with Raffaele today? - Who knows?

I'll get in.

Well, Miss, you said yesterday that you'd explain everything.

Well, I'm listening. Go ahead.

- What do you want from me? - I want information, that's all.

Once we've talked, I'll get out, and good riddance.

Firstly, I want to know the name of the blonde lady who was driving this car.

What are you talking about? This car is my husband's.

How can it have been driven by a blonde woman?

How would I know? Perhaps we should go and speak to him about it.

Why don't we go and see him now, then we'll both know, right?

- That's just what I intend to do. - Good.

- We'll go see him and he'll explain everything. - Great, I can't wait.

- Sorry, but where is your husband? - You tell me!

After you came to see me at the hospital yesterday, Walter disappeared.

- Who did you say? Walter? - Navarro...

- The son of Maestro Navarro? - Yes.

His father told me about him.

- And what did he say? - I'm sorry; he asked me to keep it confidential.

- You're such an idiot! - That's very kind of you. Sorry.

Excuse me, could you please...

Happy now?

No, it wasn't you. You're much prettier...

- Look, water's coming in! - We've sprung a leak!

Come on, out!

- Why did you lock it? Where's the key? - I didn't lock it!

What do you mean?!

Look, there's someone outside!

Albino! That bastard locked us in here.

We'll drown if we don't get it open. Give me a hand!

- It's broken. - What are we gonna do?

What are we gonna do?! Help! Help!

Get out of the way!

- Menzogno! - Yes, sir?

Naples 920151.

That's the car. Go down and take a good look.

Help! Damn it! Help!

- Scream louder! - Help! Get us out of here!

Commissario Voghera! Commissario!

- So? - The car's empty.

Come back up. Something tells me they're some place else.

Help! Police!

Commissario Voghera!

- Open up! - Commissario Voghera!

I can't swim!

- The boat's sinking! - What can I do?

- Push! - Help!

What's happened? Have we touched bottom?!

We must have. It's the miracle of Saint Gennaro!

- So what now? - Whatever we do, we mustn't rock the boat.

Someone must have seen us sink and be coming to save us.

- Hello? - Hello? Don Rafaelle?

- Who s this? - It's Gregorio Sella.

How was the water? Not too cold?

Crook! Villain! I mean, I was trying to find out...

Calm down, Professor.

That was your second warning. The third will be your last

I warn you: try that again, and I'll tell the police.

You take care.

Villain! Criminal!

This Is crazy. You can't even buy fresh eels any more.

The price goes up and the weight goes down.

- Where are you going, Dad? - To take a piss.

- You can't go in the bathroom. - And why not? - Because!

- Where should I pee? - Just don't piss! Go to the kitchen.

- Why can't I piss in the bathroom? - Because there's a woman in there.

- A woman?! - But you can be calm, she's not staying.

So you're safe, won't throw you out.

- The only thing I'm worried about's pissing my pants! - Come on.

Wait! Don't push me, or I won't be able to hold it.

Mamma mial What a son!

I feel great, like a new person.

A warm bath works wonders, especially after that cold water.

Wonderful! It's beautiful!

I made it for my father.

I've never seen one like that before.

I mean, in someone's house.

We have one in the hospital, but it's just not the same at all.

You never had one at home?

I'm an orphan...

I went straight from the Santa Rita orphanage to the Santa Rita hospital, as a nurse.

Actually, I never really had a home.

- Tell me. .. - Yes?

Is it true that kissing someone in front of a creche brings good luck?

I think so.

- A snake! - A snake? - The eel!

You and your damned eel!

Was it you who was three hours in the toilet?

Don't be alarmed... You know, eels have seven lives...

Sorry about my father. Would you like something to drink?

Thank you, but only a little. It goes straight to my head.

Tell me something about your husband...

When we separated, he went to live on that boat.

- Why did you split up? - He went back to his old ways.

Hanging around strange people... he even started shooting up again.

So I went back to my job at the hospital.

We didn't see each other for two years. Then the other day, he called me.

He was very upset and said that he wanted to make a fresh start...

that he wanted to make up for all the trouble he'd caused, that he'd reformed.

He disappears for two years, then suddenly returns?

And you believe everything he tells you?

What else could I do? I'm lonely, and he is still my husband.

- What happened then? - You know...

he phoned again, the day Giardino fell out of the window.

He gave me the address, and said it was urgent.

He'd been hurt, so I took him to the hospital and hid him in my room.

Then I had to leave him, because of you. When I returned, he'd disappeared.

And his father, Victor Navarro, knows that his son's married to you?

- And about all the trouble he's been in? - I don't think so...

- He didn't get on with his father. - But the maestro should be told!

Tomorrow, I'll go and speak to him, tell him everything.

I'll also tell him how lucky he is to have such a beautiful daughter-in-law.

You're very nice.

No, I'm not a nice person.

You see, Lucia... I know I'm older than you, but...

then again, not so much, but my heart is still young...

My heart... because... I...

From the first moment I met you, I really...

Lucia...

I know, I know. she saw your skinny legs.

Don't worry, your dad will always be with you!

Your best support in your old age!

This is Verdi, not Ave Marial

So please, put some feeling into it! Again! Ready?

Sir...

What are you doing? You're not allowed here.

- I have an appointment with Maestro Navarro. - Well, you can't wait here.

Go sit in his dressing room until the rehearsal's over.

What's going on? Who's there?

When I'm rehearsing, I don't want anyone in here. Go away, please.

You see, what did I tell you! Come on!

Out!

May 1?

- Sorry to inf rude, but there's a Mr... - Capece.

- Ah, Mr Capece. He says he has an appointment. - Yes, he can come in.

This music holds a hidden secret... A secret that means death.

Let's drink a toast to mysteries, especially the one we have in common.

- But on an empty stomach... - Have one for me. Drink!

If you insist. Cheers.

This music is like a harbinger of death...

I want to discover what it is.

The truth is probably out there, beyond this window.

- Lady! What are you doing?! - I want to fly! Let me!

- Not you, too! It's dangerous! - I have to die! - Come back in.

- Embrace me! Come closer! - Madame, I... - Embrace mel

Madame, I beg you!

Maestro, I... It's not what you think...

Did you see? He's more of a man than you'll ever be!

Coward!

- Lady! Maestro! Two artists like you... - Worm! Impotent eunuch!

No. Leave her be...

- Elizabeth isn't herself any longer. - I see what you mean!

Be glad you do not have such worries.

There's only music in your life...

A great friend, that will never betray you.

What do you have to tell me?

Well... it's difficult to say...

Try, just the same.

Maestro, someone is trying to blackmail you, aren't they?

- Me? - Yes.

- Who came up with such crap? - I don't know who, but somebody told me.

Nonsense! And you came here, just to tell me this?

Well, actually...

So, what else?

Well, I've met Lucia.

Lucia?

That's right, you don't know who she is... She's the wife of your son Walter.

- My son's wife? - Yes, sir.

I didn't know Walter was married.

- And they're still together now? - No, at least, not at this moment...

Lucia last saw him two days ago.

He wasn't well, and she took him to the hospital... and then he disappeared.

- Disappeared? - Yes.

- I must get back to work. Will you accomany me? - Sure.

- And what about the lady? - Some rest will do her good.

This girl... my daughter-in-law... could I meet her?

Yes, next week, at the hospital where she works, there's going to be a party.

Why don't you come along?

- I'd be delighted. - Good.

Maestro, is that polio?

No, a game of polo.

- And you, polo? - No, polio.

MEETING BETWEEN CITIZENS AND THE SICK, IN THE NAME OF SOLIDARITY

Attention! Microphone festing...

One, two, three, four...

- Hello, Lucia. - Hi.

I'm glad you came, but I thought you'd be here sooner.

You know how the traffic is around Christmas...

Let's have a look at you... How pretty you look today.

- Raffaele, the way I feel, that can't be true. - Come, come, it's almost New Year,

the time to start afresh.

Lucia, I have something for you...

Best wishes, although allittle late.

Why did you buy me something? It really wasn't necessary.

Because I wanted to. I'm just sorry it's not very much.

You know what else I got today?

See this flower? This morning I got a huge bouquet,

compliments of Maestro Navarro.

- Nobody's ever done anything like that for me. - Well, it was very nice of him...

- So, you did tell him about me? - Of course. I went to see him at the theatre.

- What did he say about me and his son? - Well, you know, we didn't really discuss it...

In any case, soon you'll be able to ask him yourself.

Maybe this is not the best place to meet my father-in-law.

Oh, come: Maestro Navarro is the father of your husband, the man you love...

You do love Walter, right?

Of course.

Right...

- I can't wait to see what this is. - It's nothing, just something stupid...

- It's nice! - You like it? It's pure virgin wool.

- Thanks, but you shouldn't have. - I wanted to. There's also a message...

"With this around your neck, you won't feel the cold. - Raffaele Capece."

You're so nice.

Excuse me, I have to go help the Mother Superior.

Attention! Let's have a round of applause for Maestro Navarro and Mrs. Hovert.

Let's give them a big hand! Start playing!

Don Raffaele, do you like this music? You know it, don't you?

Come!

So you're Lucia? Is that right?

Yes, Maestro, this is Lucia, Walter's wife.

It's a pleasure to meet you. May I kiss you?

Mrs. Elizabeth...

Thanks for the flowers, Maestro.

Walter never told me his father was so important. I don't know why.

That doesn't surprise me. I know my son...

but I have to say that, so far as women go, we have the same taste.

You're a beautiful girl.

Maestro, there's Commissario Voghera. Do you know him?

Yes, we met in connection with poor John's accident.

- If you can call that an accident! - Madam... Maestro...

- Commissario, do you know Lucia? - Yes, I think I do...

She's the one you took your Christmas dip with, isn't that right?

How did you know that?

I suppose you think we just sleep all day?

Watch out! I just wanted to draw your attention to the radiator.

I know. I'm a cop.

Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming here today. Thank you.

We must not look upon this gathering as an act of charity...

but rather as a coming together of friends, siblings, a family.

A Christmas spent in the company of our friends ...

What's the name of that nurse?

Sister Angela.

But what was her name before she took the veil?

I don't know. That's what we've always known her as.

They should know that we share their anxieties, fears and worries. .

Come. Come with me.

We must look into our own hearts and, by helping them,

we will also be helped.

We must realise they are much like us, and thus deserve our respect.

I hope you can forgive me. Merry Christmas.

Thank you, but you shouldn't have. It's beautiful...

Did you hear it? The music they played for us...

it was the same as the piece on the tape that arrived in the mail.

What tape?

Forget about it. Come, let's have some fun.

Beautiful...

Attention, please. Now for a piece of music by the famous Professor Raffaele Capece.

A round of applause, please...

Thank you. This is a great honor for me...

Mother Superior...

allow me to present Mrs. Elizabeth Hovert,

the famous opera singer, the wife of... the lover of...

in short, the partner of the very famous artist,

the great conductor, who is here with us today, over there... Do you see?

Maestro Victor Navarro.

What's wrong, Mother?

It's nothing, my dear Lucia, don't worry... I'm fine.

Let's not spoil the celebration. Continue without me, please.

It's nothing, nothing to worry about.

What shall we offer this esteemed audience, ma'am?

- You know 'Funiculi, Funicula'? - Of course I do.

- So, let the music begin. - One, two, three, four...

Want to dance?

Help! Help!

There's a corpse in the kitchen! Someone's been killed!

A corpse?

Out of the way, I'm a policeman from Milan.

- Silence! What happened? - There's a corpse in the kitchen.

- Take me there. - Right away.

- So where is it? - There.

- Where? - Here.

It's Agostino Ampolla, the hospital electrician.

Perhaps he wanted to repair it, and got stuck inside...

"With this around your neck, you won't feel the cold. - Raffaele Capece."

Raffaele Capece...

What a disgrace!

Having me called to the police station...

because my son is believed to be a killer!

Killer! What killer?! The Chief couldn't even keep me in;

there were 200 witnesses that saw me playing on stage!

Don't get mad, alright? What are you saying?

Don't you see that sometimes you think you see something,

- and it's actually something else... visions! - Yeah, right...

Listen... what did this dwarf do to you?

No, don't say anything, I understand; I'm your father!

He saw you limping down the street,

he called you 'skinny legs'...

and you strangled him in a rapture.

Tell me the truth! I understand you!

- Dad. - Just a moment! I'm your dad!

But I didn't know the dwarf, he didn't do anything to me!

Shut up! So he didn't do anything to you? So why did they come looking for you?

That's what I'd like to know, tool

Alright, you know what I'll do”? I'll go and play the lotto,

because we need a lot of money. Lots of money!

- You know what lotto number is a strangled dwarf? - No, I don't know.

I have to go and play lotto, do you understand? Where's the book [smorfia]?

- I don't know. - You don't know anything!

Hello, is this the Santa Rita hospital?

I'd like to talk to the head nurse, Mrs. Lucia Navarro.

- Mrs. Navarro isn't here. - How come?

It's extremely urgent, I'm a friend of hers.

We tried to go and visit her too, but Mrs. Lucia wasn't there.

- What are you doing here? What do you want? - The tape. - The tape?

- Albino, search him. - But...

- Excuse me... - It's not on him.

- Don Raffaele, you're really trying to annoy me! - Why?

You know what tape I'm talking about;

the one with the whole secret of this shit of a story.

- May 17 - Please.

The one that got that asshole of a dwarf...

locked inside the fridge, like a frozen turd.

But... it's the first time I hear about a tape. What tape?

- Don Raffaele, don't make a fool out of me! - I would never...

Albi, search for the tape and let's make it quick!

No! What are you doing?

I'm sorry, but... No! Not the mandolin! No!

Not dad's clock! Please, don't, I beg you!

We have only this house, please don't! Make him stop, Mr. Sella.

I love having my meal while listening to some music.

- Play on. - But ... - Play!

- There's nothing here. - Play, faster!

- Ouch, right on my leg! - Play!

Albi, don't make such a racket.

I want some pasta, too.

Please, excuse him; he's hungry.

Yes, have something to eat... No, not the TV set!

Virgin Mary!

There's nothing here.

Don Raffaele, you were right. The tape is not here.

- No, it's not. - So, if the tape isn't here...

- what use are you to me? - I don't know.

And, to tell you the truth, I didn't like the music you've just played one bit.

- No? - Hand me the mandolin, so I can smash it on your head.

- San Gennaro! - Dad!

Look at this! Holy Mary!

- What's happened here? - Nothing, dad.

What do you mean, 'nothing'? It seems like there's been an earthquake! Look at this!

Mr. Natale...

Professor Raffaele has just had a crisis,

- an artistic crisis. - A crisis?

He played the mandolin, but he didn't play it well,

so he smashed everything In a rapture.

Still, I'd like to assure Mr. Raffaele that we'll meet again for sure,

- and what didn't happen today, will happen tomorrow! - Oh!

- See you again. - With him?!

Look at this! This is no house, this is a pile of rubble!

It seems like there's been an air raid'

Listen to me. Look at you! Listen to your dad.

You know I love you, but I've told you a thousand times,

you have to stay calm. Never mind the furniture,

I had already thought of asking an architect...

to make a beautiful home for you,

because you need to have some rest.

Don't you realise that those criminals wanted to kill me”? And you know why?

- For the toilet? - For the tape!

- The tape? - The tape. The tape...!

The tape! Now I understand. The tape...

Raffaele, you once told me that a friend of yours is at the Santa Rita asylum, right?

- The blonde! The blonde! - What are you talking about?

Ouch, damn you! My foot!

- Capece, stop! - Why are you always following me?

You're a problem that I have to solve.

- You will, but now I have to get her. - Who? - The blonde!

Are you the Chief of Police?

Vice-Chief. Who are you?

Natale Capece. The father of a dangerous madman.

May 1?

Is anybody there?

Go away! Virgin Mary, you're in worse shape than me!

The blonde! Damn it!

You made her run away! Are you happy now?

Even you show no respect! Go away!

- Tommaso, what are you doing? Are you afraid of him? - Yes, I am!

Don't worry, Tommaso is a good dog; he's barking because he's afraid of you.

Stay calm, Tommaso. He won't do you any harm.

- So, can I get down? - Yes, come on.

He usually comes around here because nobody cares to lock the gate.

- Are you the caretaker? - No, I'm a carpenter.

My shop is right in front of here. I keep a watch on the house because...

I did all the carpentry work in the house, before the war.

This was the Coen's house; a Jewish family full of money, but nice people.

- Who's living here now? - Who can live here anymore?

When the Germans arrived, young Mr. Marco used to live here. A good boy,

he used to play the violin, and was always mad at me, because he said I made too much noise with my saw.

Please, go ahead.

Excuse me, hold the lead while I lock the gate.

What happened to this Mr. Marco Coen?

A very bad end, poor boy. He was taken away by the Germans.

I don't know the details, because I wasn't there when it happened,

but I was very sorry when they told me.

Are you sure that nobody comes around here now?

Can I tell you a secret?

You hear things in this house.

You hear things?

This house is cursed, it's haunted by ghosts. You can hear things at night,

and you can see shadows and lights moving behind the windows.

- It may be his ghost who's upset. - "His ghost"?

You know how ghosts are... Maybe he comes back sometimes...

because he's forgotten something, and can't be consoled.

- Sure. - Excuse me, but what were you doing in the garden?

Well... keep the dog.

- Well, I'm looking for something too, and I can't be consoled either. - You, too?!

Hello! Is that Mrs. Elizabeth? It's Raffaele Capece here.

Yes, the one who plays the mandolin.

I wanted to ask you for a favor.

Remember the tape you were listening to in the theater the other day?

Yes, I'd like to play it on the mandolin, but I can't remember it.

Could we possibly meet, tonight at 10, in Club 94...

That's right, it is New Year's Eve...

That's OK? Thank you, ma'am. So, until tonight.

Commissario, you frightened me.

Can you give me a lift?

- That depends where you're going. - Wherever you're going.

I don't know where I'm going.

- I don't either. Shall we go there together? - Yes, yes...

- So, what should I do? - Just as you say, Commissario.

Resisting the police. Escape, and injury of a public officer.

- Nothing else? - That's just the beginning.

You were also denounced as mentally disturbed.

Who did that?

Your father. He said that you devastated the house,

and that you're too dangerous, for yourself and everybody else.

My father is a public danger. Don't you know him?

You can have him for a few days, then you will understand.

- He's plain weird. - Not really, he even wants to put a bounty on you.

A bounty? What am [, a public enemy?

- When you devastate a house the way you did! - But it wasn't me!

- Who was it, then? - The window was open. And the wind...

Don't give me that crap. What do you know about Sella and his gang?

Sella? I don't know him.

- And this message? - What is it?

It was stuck to the brake pedal. "This is your third and final warning."

- Shall I read you the signature? - If you like.

- It's signed "Gregorio Sella". - Oh, right.

Raffaele Capece, we're going to go to the police station.

If you don't tell me the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth,

I'm gonna throw you in jail until your leg gets better.

- What's wrong? - I don't know.

We're exceeding the speed limit. Brake!

- The brakes aren't working! - Use the gears!

- I only have one leg! - The truck!

- It won't stop! - Turn right!

Ouch! My balls!

Look out, a crossing! Slow down!

There! We're slowing down. Let's get out of the car!

The doors are locked! Both of them!

Hello, can I please leave the car for a moment?

I think I shat my pants.

Raffaele! Here I am!

- Oh... - Come herel

Sorry I'm late - car trouble.

- I'm so happy to see you on New Year's Eve. - Thank you.

You brought it with you? That tape?

Yes, but first, come and dance with me.

I'm not really very adept on the dancefloor...

I'll try. .

Follow me outside.

Oh, there you are...

I thought you'd left.

- What are you doing?! - It make you feel good.

- But what is it? - Cocaine.

Cocaine? I don't even drink coffee!

Many great artists take it.

- The maestro, too? - Yes, he taught me to use it.

He takes it so he can conduct better. Me, I take it when I want to fool around...

and I want to fool around with you!

No, don't, I can't breathe!

This is the way I like it! Soon, you'll be as strong as he is!

- Is that true? - It excites me when aman limps. - When he's lame? - Yes...

Especially Neapolitans with limps!

You like Neapolitans who limp?!

- And do you know why? - Why?

- Because they're as explosive as Vesuvius! - Oh, yes?

- Limping Neapolitans... - Yes, yes.

- What else? - They're as hot as pizza with tomatoes!

Pizza with tomatoes?!

You like pizza with tomatoes?

Kiss me!

You want mozzarella? I like African mozzarella!

Give it to me! Bring it to table number 13!

Let's get it on... and I want to hear that damn music...

- Wait! - What is it? - The tape...

- Yeah, the tape. - It's been wiped!

- Victor got it from the midget. - From the midget? Victor? The tape?

- Yes, he brought it to the theatre one day. - Then the tape... the theatre...

There were voices recorded on it...

- After the music. - On the tape... after the music...

- Now there's nothing on it. Do you understand? - Do I understand...?

That beast!

The beast!

How fucking boring these parties are!

- The telephone...? - Over there.

Hello? Hospital of Santa Rita? I'd like to speak to Miss Lucia.

Yes, I'll wait.

She won't answer! See how long it's taking her!

Of course, you can always find something better.

Sir... Miss... May I have a word?

Maybe I can save my New Year's Eve!

- What do you want? - Sorry, but... you're a man?

And so? Don't you like it?

- A man in a wig, I understand! - You understand what?

Lucia, it's Raffaele here... Yes, I found the tape.

No, not the bambina [baby], the bobina [tape]!

The one made by the dwarf who died in the fridge,

Agostino Ampolla.

Do you know where he lived?

You don't know...? It figures!

Well, I'll look into it myself. Lucia, good night. Happy New Year.

Ampolla, Agostino. Vicolo Annunziata 3.

You're leaving me here alone?

- Where's the bathroom? - At the end of the hall, darling.

- Come with me! - You don't hang around, do you? Don't rush me!

Come on!

- Quick, take your clothes off. - For an orgy? - Yeah, yeah...

All naked!

- Where'd that guy go? - What?

- The guy with the limp and the little moustache. - Ah, he was on the telephone.

- And where is he now? - I think he went to the toilet.

Excuse me...

- And where is the bathroom? - Back there.

Hey, beauty! Come with me!

- Fuck you! - Come have fun with me!

Agostino Ampoalla...

"Agostino Ampolla, Electrician."

This is a tape recorder!

This must be how it was recorded...

Ah-hah...

This must be another copy...

Who's there? Stop it!

Stop! Come herel

Who are you?

Lucia!

Raffaele, what are you wearing?!

What am I wearing?

I'm going to a New Year's Eve party. Can't you tell?

God, you scared me!

What is it? What's wrong with you?

Nothing's wrong! Absolutely nothing!

Half an hour ago, you told me you had no idea where Ampolla lived!

I know, but I couldn't explain over the phone.

Not over the phone... So you decided to come here and explain in person?

I was with a doctor and Sister Angela...

- I couldn't talk. - Oh, you couldn't, I understand.

- What are you doing? - What do you think?

I'm giving you my clothes. They should fit you.

- Otherwise people will think you're a drag-queen. - A drag-queen, me?

- So, give me your clothes! - I have to undress?

- If you're embarrassed, I'll turn around. - No, no...

I'm not embarrassed.

You can tell you haven't had much practise taking off women's clothes.

What do you mean? I took these off a woman... well aman...

a drag-queen as you'd call him...

A transvestite, like the blonde who hired me to play the serenade.

- What are you saying? I don't understand. - Me neither...

Why was the scarf I gave you wrapped around the midget's neck?

Why was your car in front of my house, and then at the Coen's place? I want an explanation!

- Get off me! - Oh, no! You can drop the innocent act!

This secret, which nobody can reveal, and then too. .

You keep flashing your legs under my nose... I may be lame, but...

- You're crazy, Raffaele! - Yes, I am, Lucia...

crazy over you!

Raffaele, you want to rape me? Go ahead, I won't resist...

You won't?

No, but after, I'll open the window and jump out!

You too? Mamma-mia, it's an obsession!

It's that animal!

Keep quiet...

- Hello? - ff's Sefla. Did you find the tape?

No, damn it! I just got here, and there are loads of tapes.

Never mind, it doesn't matter. We don't need it now. I found Walter.

- Come and meet me at the Coen place. - OK.

Walter?

Oh, look who's here!

You won't get away this time. I'll cut your ears off!

Come here, you runt!

Beast! Quick! Run!

Run! The stairs!

Go, up the stairs! Up the stairs!

This way... there must be a way out.

My coat's got snagged!

Come on, come on!

Quick, quick!

Come on, Lucial

- It's locked! - Locked?!

Now ['ve got you!

- Come on, let's go see Walter. - He said the Coen's place, right?

Lucia, you must excuse me...

I've behaved terribly, but...

when I took that stuff, I had no idea it would have such an effect on me.

But everything's OK now. Happy new year.

- Will we have to climb over it? - No, look: there's no lock on it.

Come on.

It's open. Come, let's go in.

There's nobody here.

It's Walter! He's upstairs.

Upstairs? Wait...

- What's the matter? - Wait. I'll go first.

Mr. Walter?

What a pleasant surprise! The more people, the better the pie, no?!

Enter, please! Don Raffaele, you can help the Commissario.

I don't have much time; I have to get back to a party.

- Open it! - I don't understand...

- He thinks that Lucia's husband is behind this bookcase. - Walter?!

So get it open, or Il fill you so full of holes, you'll look like Swiss cheese!

It's New Year, anyway! Everybody shoots today!

Have you found that secret door yet?

Tear it down! I want that bookcase smashed to pieces!

- Get him! - Let go of me! - Grab his hair!

- Finally, we found you! - We had two flat tyres!

- Don't look, it's horrible. - Yes, sir. - Let's go back in.

He wound up just like everyone else.

Commissario, how did Sella end up here?

I received an anonymous phone call to come here. Perhaps he did, too.

Sella was convinced that Walter Navarro was behind here.

I think there's something behind here, too. Break it down.

Once he found Walter, he thought he'd get his hands on a large amount of foreign currency.

Swiss francs. Isn't that right, ma'am?

Swiss francs? I know nothing about it.

This lady is looking for her husband Walter, who disappeared several days ago.

I know, I know. You'd be surprised at how much the police know.

- We're ready, Commissario. - Come on, open it!

Virgin Mary, what's this?

It's not this lady's husband...

he doesn't look like he was up and about three days ago.

But if it's not Walter, then who is it?

The explanation is probably here on this tape, Commissario.

Here... Let's listen to it.

The gestapo have surrounded the house. Come, we can hide behind the bookcase.

No, Marco, one of us has fo stay.

They'll have heard the music. They won't do anything to me, I'm not Jewish.

You hide, quickly.

- Good morning. - Hello.

We are looking for a Mr. Marco Coen. He must come with us.

Mr. Coen no longer lives here.

'Am a new tenant These are my musical instruments.

My permit .. Everything's alright, isn't it?

We were just making a routine check.

Thanks. Sorry we disturbed you.

Are they gone? Open up. Let me out!

There's no air in here. Open it! I'l suffocate!

Do you want me fo die, Victor?

Victor!

Now you know everything...

I killed Marco Coen.

We studied together here, at the Conservatory.

Naples had just rebelled against the Germans...

but we were only interested in our music...

and the girl we were both in love with.

She was beautiful... Very beautiful.

But she preferred Marco.

I was blinded by envy and jealousy...

and when the German soldiers came for him, because he was a Jew,

he hid in the secret room behind the bookcase.

I shut him in there, and kept it locked.

Everyone thought that the Germans had taken him.

And so it ended.

A monstrous crime... l thought it was all forgotten.

And what became of that girl?

What's it matter? She's found her peace.

Tell the rest of it.

The blackmail began several weeks ago, when I arrived in Naples.

They threatened to reveal my crime...

because, when I locked up Marco behind the bookcase,

I forgot that the wire recorder we used when practising had been left on...

It recorded the whole thing.

I don't know how they got hold of it.

They asked for a million Swiss francs.

I could easily pay It, but I didn't believe it would end there.

Any champagne left, Elizabeth?

With John's help, I enlisted those two thugs, Sella and Albino...

The serenade was to be the signal to make the payment...

but those criminals killed my secretary instead of the blackmailer.

They decided to use the evidence against me to blackmail me themselves.

Had Raffaele not got caught up in this unfortunate business,

I don't think I would have discovered that the blackmailer was really...

my son, Walter.

You know the rest of the story. Albino and Sella killed Giardino.

They wanted the evidence, but he didn't have it.

The dwarf was my son's accomplice.

He also knew what was on the tape, and wanted to blackmail me himself.

It happened at that hospital party; I killed him and put him in the refrigerator.

When [ learned this morning that Sella and Albino both died last night,

I really thought it was all over,

also because, in the mean time, I learned my son had also been killed.

- Walter's dead? - Yes.

- Who told you that he was dead? - Someone called me...

an anonymous caller.

He told me that the dwarf killed my son.

The dwarf was supposed to copy the tape,

but he wanted more money, and so they fell out.

It happened after Walter disappeared from the hospital.

I'm glad that the nightmare is over.

Commissario, I beg you to allow me to finish my last concert.

Thank you, Elizabeth.

Raffaele, I am indebted to you.

I wanted you to play with my orchestra, I really did...

but now it's too late. I'm sorry.

Atrue artist, a great man like him, can overcome even this.

- To his memory! - Why "to his memory"?

He always said that the most beautiful way to die would be on stage,

with his baton in his hand.

I didn't want to deny him his wish...

The pill which he took with the champagne was poison.

The pill was poison? The pill...

Out of the way!

We need to tell the investigating judge.

He poisoned himself!

BORDER POLICE

- Here. - Thank you, miss. - Can I help you?

Raffaele, what a nice surprise!

I was sorry that you left without giving me a chance to say goodbye.

Thank you. There are no porters. That one, too.

I'll manage it somehow.

- It's all happened so fast. All of a sudden. - Hasn't it?

I have to go to Geneva, to see about the inheritance.

Sure; both father and son are dead, so the entire Navarro estate goes to you.

You might get a little rich!

Not just a little... Very rich!

Even though I've talked with my lawyer only by phone.

I understand.

You'd think he could come here, but no, I have to go to Switzerland!

I guess I'll jJust have to get used to it. I only want to enjoy life from now on.

Isn't that what you always wanted?

- What made you come here, anyway? - Some inner voice...

This morning, as I was on my way to work,

suddenly a voice inside me said: "Where are you going? You have to get to the airport...

"Lucia's about to leave and she's made you look like a complete fool."

Your face has a strange look to it. What's the matter?

What can I do? It's the only face I've got!

- It's time to say goodbye. - I wanted to say something else. - Go on.

That same voice I heard this morning, also told me...

that throughout this whole affair, you've been leading me by the nose,

if I can say that without offending the lady, because,

after all, you really are a lady now, what with all that inheritance,

much more than you would have got just by blackmailing the maestro.

What are you talking about?

I'm sure that in Geneva there'll be not only a lawyer waiting for you,

but also a handsome young man, who happens to be the spitting image of Walter,

and who, with a wig on, looks just like the blonde from the serenade.

Raffaele, are you crazy?

Walter was murdered, and the dead should rest in peace.

Yes, when they really are dead, but nobody can find his body.

Of course, if it were to show up alive, somebody would have a lot of explaining to do.

You came out here just to tell me this ridiculous theory?

No. I wanted to say that the wire recorder which I found in the dwarf's house,

and from which the tape was made,

is now back with its rightful owner, none other than diabolical Sister Angela.

When she met Walter at the hospital,

the son of the man she hated, she suggested blackmailing him to you.

She'd get her revenge and you'd get the money. A genius plan, right?

But all that doesn't matter anymore...

Navarro paid for his crimes; the criminals who got involved were killed off;

and you got what you wanted. Everyone is satisfied.

It really is true that artists live with their fantasies!

- Raffaele Capece! - Commissario! You're also leaving?

Off to Milan. A reward for solving the Navarro case.

Great! Congratulations! Have a good trip. I've got to get back to work.

What? You're still working, when you've come out of this with a fortune?

Afortune, right...

That's right, the lawyer only managed to speak to your father!

Navarro changed his will just before he died; he bequeathed his entire estate to you.

50 million Swiss francs.

- 50 million Swiss francs? - Yes, 50 million Swiss francs.

- 50 million Swiss francs? - Yes, 50 million Swiss francs.

- 50 million Swiss francs? - Yes, 50 million Swiss francs.

- 50 million Swiss francs? - 50 million Swiss francs.

50 million Swiss francs!

English subtitles by lordretsudo & talpaleone