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Galeazzo?

Galeazzo? Where are you? Oh, what a headache!

What time is it?

Galeazzo? Where's he got to?

Galeazzo?

Galeazzo? Where are you?

Galeazzo!

Galeazzo... Stop messing around with your jokes!

I told you, stop messing with your jokes!

You know I don't like them. Please!

Come on, you know it's not funny! Get up!

- These are the servants. - Right.

This lady, who is she?

- She lives with the Marquis. - Oh, I see!

She was at home,

but knows nothing. She claims to have slept all night.

- And the servants? - They were all fired,

following a strange occurrence yesterday afternoon.

- A strange occurrence? - Yes,

but it's better to hear it directly from her.

Excuse me, Madame,

but could you repeat for the Commissioner

that which you told me about that film?

I'm sorry.

Well?

Excuse me, but I'm so upset.

Ask Nicholas. Nicholas was there too.

To start at the beginning, Sir.

It was seven in the evening,

the Marquis was there with Miss Diana.

Oh, this is wonderful.

- Marquis? - I'm busy.

I'm busy. Don't be such a pain in the neck!

- They brought this for you. - Excuse me.

- What is it? - A package. - I can see! But what's inside?

- I don't know, you should open it. - Open it, what you waiting for? Moron!

Be grateful there's a servant crisis

If not I'd have already sent you packing!

- It looks like a pizza. - A pizza?

A pizza? And since when did I eat pizza!

- Do you eat pizza? - Me, never!

No, it's a piece of film!

- Ah, a film! - A film? Allow me? Let's see.

Diabolicus film. What does it mean?

Ah, yes, I've got it. It must be one of those companies

that produce those movies, rather...

spicy, a bit diabolical, all that hot totty.

- Parisian Affair! - Yeah, Paris!

- How dare you interrupt? - I merely said...

- Don't take such liberties - I apologize. - Know your place.

- Go get the projector. - I'm going. - Now. - I'm going.

- Immediately. - I'm going. - Don't take all week.

What cheek!

It's come from Viscount Aliprandi.

Yes, he went to Paris, I asked him to send me one of these films,

Of these devilries.

Aliprandi... what a dear! What a dear!

- Remember Aliprandi? - No.

How no! That tall, young man. The short arse.

- With nose? - No. - No?

Shortly after, all was ready and the screening began.

And voila! Paris, Champs Elys�es. Striptease!

The little women of Paris.

La femme de Paris, c'est la plus jolie femme du monde, n'est-ce pas?

Mais oui!

But that's not a little woman, it's a little man!

I understand, it'll be one of those curious French films!

This must be the husband of the little lady.

- What's happening! - He's stripping!

He's stripping? I can see he's stripping.

Then Aliprandi's played a joke on me!

- Do me the favour of not looking. - Let me watch - The little man?

We get to watch a male striptease!

Quiet, let me watch

But look at how much he's wearing?

- He makes me sick, this homunculus! - Will you stop it?

I don't like it!

- But who is it? - Darling, it's you! - Is it me? Yeah, it's me!

But this is completely crazy!

- And now what's happening? - It's my desk!

They've filmed it unbeknownst to me, perhaps in absentia!

- Who's that? - The man in black!

- Look, there's a word on his chest. - Diabolicus.

He's got a dagger!

Less of your weapons! What are you doing?

So died the Marquis Galeazzo at the hands of Diabolicus.

The Marquis was furious and called Aliprandi for an explanation...

But the duke replied that he hadn't sent any film

nor would have allowed himself to make a joke like that.

In fact it was no joke.

The Marquis was upset and, as always, took it out on the servants.

He sacked us all and remained home alone with Madame.

- It's true, we stayed home all evening. - And then?

Then about ten I felt a great heaviness in my head,

as if I'd taken a sleeping pill.

This morning I woke with a headache and a bad taste.

- Tell us again of last night. - I don't know anything, I've already said.

Galeazzo accompanied me to my room and then...

I don't remember, I must have fallen asleep immediately.

Sleep is not a good alibi.

Meaning what?

The Marquis was very rich and the prospect of an inheritance

can be a reason to kill.

- Do you think I'd be so stupid to do that? - And why not?

Galeazzo had decided to leave me his entire fortune.

And would have made a will in a few days.

You don't believe me?

Then ask the notary.

I notice that you're well informed. Yes, it's true.

The poor Marquis wanted to appoint

as his sole heir, Miss Diana.

Therefore he made an appointment with me for Thursday.

- I have my diary. If you want to see... - No.

The Marquis, in the past, had he made another will?

No. He would have said.

Since he died intestate, his property goes to his siblings.

But they didn't know the Marquis was going to decide otherwise.

Yes, they knew.

- So they knew? - Of course!

The Marquis couldn't stand his siblings.

And they repaid him in the same coin.

Therefore, a few days ago he wrote 4 letters, one for each sibling.

- You know the content of these letters. - Yes, he made me read them.

They were letters as sharp as razors. The Marquis was a man of spirit!

It's clear, one of the siblings, not to lose their inheritance,

given there was bad blood, perhaps irritated by the letter...

went here and... No?

- Why no? - The Torrealtas, are above all suspicion.

The Torrealtas are a great family.

It's easy to say that we must suspect everyone!

But how can one, with these people? How can one?

Take, for example, General Torrealta.

He's a hero, a splendid figure of a fighter.

Abyssinia, Spain, the Russian campaign...

A frozen arm, chest full of medals.

You're right, he's really above suspicion.

- Chief? Tell me, the professor... - Who?

The surgeon? He's a luminary of science.

He's spent his entire existence in saving lives.

And now we're saying that he killed his brother!

- I didn't say that. - Yes, you said it!

Want to cause a riot in the Order of Doctors!

Chief?

The Baroness...

The Baroness is so pious, a saintly woman!

- Don't you see how she suffers? - Yes.

- It's a torment for her. Such a shock. - Yes, a torment.

Don't you know how many charity committees

she's the patroness of? Countless!

She's an angel of charity!

Let's not mention it anymore.

- Well... - Well, what?

Just, well...

Monsignor? My friend Scalarini, you're crazy?

- Monsignor di Torrealta is a holy man, you understand? - Yes.

Our Father...

Now this too is over!

Funerals always cause me great emotions.

Bring me out in floods of tears... Thank you.

As if who knows what had happened!

It will be... the season. Flowers give me

hay fever.

Thank you, dear, you're very kind. Honey!

What? My hands are dirty?

No, it's Cuban Night

Wonderful Cuban Night. Don't you like it?

- What is it, Lallo? - Nothing.

What "nothing"? For these last few days, I hardly know you anymore.

- Your brother's death has quite upset me. - But why?

It put certain thoughts into my head.

Then banish them, Big softie!

- Sorry, Galeazzo met a beautiful end. - A beautiful end? - Of course.

- But he was assassinated! - What are you saying? Think!

Galeazzo was still young, rich, healthy.

At death he was in his prime.

A pinprick, just like that. Finished. And he's no more.

Think, my love, the horrors of a long, old age.

I don't speak for myself, but, believe me, it's sad to grow old.

Lalluccio, how could I live if one day I should see

your handsome face, so manly, furrowed by wrinkles?

Wrinkles disgust me and I can't bear to see anyone age,

especially people I'm fond of.

- You were fond of Galeazzo? - Ah, my poor brother.

He was my favorite, the darling!

- And you loved two husbands before me? - Such a jealous one!

Don't be silly! Jealousy doesn't suit you.

I love only you!

Less of that, Laudomia, answer me! Your first husband, Gianfilippo...

Gianfilippo, I adored him.

- He died so prematurely. - Thankfully! - Why!

He didn't have time to age! Don't you see?

- Tell me how he died? - What nonsense.

Really. It's not worth remembering...

Drowned.

- Drowned! - You find it strange?

- No. - Well then?

One day, he took out a boat on the lake.

And the water came through. What a to-do.

The water it grew. And down he flew.

It was wonderful!

- I've a photo of when they fished him out. Want to see it? - What?

Don't you understand? Darling you're getting a little deaf!

I have a picture of when they fished him out. Want to see it?

- I'll show you. - No, leave it be!

You really must see it, a great catch.

- I said no! - Why not?

- Laudomia! - Yes?

- I want to know one thing. - Yes?

With Gianfilippo, who took the bung?

Oh my! He took a bung? But he was so honest! I swear.

The bung in the boat. I saw the newspapers of the time.

- The boat was fished out and was without its bung. - He must have taken it!

He had a habit of touching everything that came to hand.

And you remarried, Sebastian.

Oh, an Adonis! A magnificent man!

Two shoulders so, a chest like that! He was a wonderful character.

Didn't touch anything. Even if he saw a bung, looked the other way!

- But he too died prematurely. - By chance, at 30, with no bung.

To tell the truth, the cap come into it.

One evening he wanted a drink, uncorked a bottle, and exploded.

- Exploded? - Yes, with a bang!

Yes, a bang! Believe me, the windows shook!

In the bottle, instead of liquor,

it was nitroglycerine! Understand?

And who put the nitroglycerine in the bottle?

We never found out.

- Laudomia, you frighten me. - Why, darling?

I've been thinking a lot these last few days.

I've seen you in a new light.

What a dear! But I love you as always, indeed, more than ever!

What's wrong?

- So it's true! - What? - You want to kill me.

Me? You must be crazy. Kill my sweetheart?

It's not cognac, it's prussic acid!

- Angelo! - "Angel" my eye! You want to kill me!

You don't understand. I said, Angelo, the gardener.

Angelo! It was him, the cretin.

Baroness, you called?

Tell me Angelo, you use prussic acid?

Yes, Baroness against the pa... pa... parasites.

Honey... It's the Cuban Night, always the same!

- What are the paparasites? - The parasites. - I understand perfectly.

Why do you always leave it out? Look where it's ended up!

Ah, finally

I've found it!

A little more and all this looking, would have driven me crazy!

Angelo, go away. March! And next time, be more careful.

- Why don't you dismiss that idiot? - He's still too young.

The time's not yet right.

- Baroness! - What is it?

The police.

- Was it you? - No. They'll have come about Galeazzo.

- Allow me. Good morning. - Good morning.

- We're the police. - So I see!

Forgive us for disturbing you especially at such a time.

Yes, these are hard times!

- No, they're not disturbing. It's a pleasure! - So much the better.

- It's a mere formality. - Yes!

- Please be quick, I've a migraine! - Just a few seconds!

No, Commissioner, no scruples, please. My wife is at your disposal.

- Interrogate her! Get to the bottom of things - That's why we're here!

- You said it was just a formality. - So to speak!

Excuse me, Baroness,

- where were you on the evening of the crime? - I'll tell you.

- But first, allow me to ask a question. - Please.

- A little indiscreet. - Please! - Allow me, if I may? - Yes.

We women are made like this. We are curious!

Cuban Night. Like it?

So, the question I must ask is this:

How old are you?

Me? 58, but I don't see the connection.

Oh, no! Oh no! The link is there!

- It's true, Lallo? - Laudomia!

Leave it be! Not looking so good.

Look here. Already a few wrinkles.

Wrinky-winkles!

- Like a brandy? - No.

It's good. Smoothes out the wrinkles. - No.

- You must take some! Angelo, bring that bottle.

- Angelo no? - Why "Angelo no"?

Because... Angelo is the gardener.

It's true! How distracted I am!

Always confusing the names of the servants.

- Sorry. - Go on. - You haven't answered my question.

- Where were you the night of the murder? - Didn't I tell you? - No.

- Is that so? - You didn't say.

But I thought... Didn't you think?

Ah, but I thought.

Yes, of course, I went to the cinema. To the cinema to see a film.

Which film?

- Which film? - Yes, which film? - Want to know which film? - Yes.

- The whatsit... "The Son of the Sheik". - Yes, I understand.

Ah, that Rudolph Valentino!

He also had the good taste to die before he got old!

- But you rather... no! - What? - You've not seen the film? - No.

Excuse me...

Sorry to bother you but, you didn't say the name of the cinema.

I didn't say? Lallo, it's true?

- You didn't say. - But I thought.

- Which was it? - It was the cinema, Rialto.

Which would that be?

The one with the low dome

Ah, yes, the one near the station.

They call it the Rialto. I really don't know why.

With your permission, I really must go. The migraine insists.

- Sorry, Baroness. - You're welcome.

- Good day. - Lallo, I'll be waiting!

We must be going too. Good morning.

- You're going like that? - And why not?

You're finished? You won't investigate?

Dig deeper, ask more questions?

- Actually, I've one more question - Well what d'you want to say!

- Where were you the night of the murder? - Me? Why me?

Why not? Perhaps you could be Diabolicus.

Sometimes, looks can be deceptive.

Appearances! Like this!

- Yeah. - Where were you?

- Where was I? - Where were you?

- At the cinema. - Coincidence!

What film did you see? The title...

- The Murderess. - Yes, The Murderer.

No! The Murderess!

Good day.

- The title isn't "The murderess"? - It seemed so to me.

I'm curious to meet this general. And you, Chief?

Yes, me too,

because, I must confess, the Baroness surprised me.

She asked my age, and couldn't remember where the cinema was...

- And the Baron... - Him, well...

- But the general will be much more precise. - He's a soldier!

Are you sure this is it?

Let's see!

But... What is it?

Nostalgia of a former general of the army!

Platoon!

Load!

And Aim!

Fire!

Stop! What's going on here?

What's going on here?

Who are they?

When I execute the anti-fascists, I don't want the curious underfoot!

- What anti-fascists? - Those.

Colonel. Who are they and why aren't they in black shirts?

- How do you do. - How do I do what?

- Salute like a Roman. - Take it easy.

- No I won't! I'm getting even angrier.

- General, we are the police. - Police? - Yes.

No interference. We're under control of the Military.

- We're from the Homicide Squad. - Colonel! He's my Aide-de camp.

These comrades are homicidal.

- No, Homicide Squad. - Homicidal, in fact.

You deal with them, I've not the time.

- Comrades! We shall overcome! - To us! - To you!

Platoon! Left turn. Forward, march!

- Colonel... - Commissioner, I'm not a Colonel, don't pay any attention.

- He's a bit crazy. - More than a bit.

He's rooted in fascism.

- He still thinks we're living in the good old days. - What?

Good days for him!

- And these people in uniform? - Unemployed, extras from Cinecitt�.

- They're here to earn 3,000 lira per day. - 3,000 lira!

The general can spend...

Although with the recent expenses his assets will be decreasing.

- Interesting! - His assets are decreasing. - Yes.

- Who are you? - Secretary, administrator, a bit of everything.

I was his attendant during the war, and I never left.

- Now what? - He's made up his mind that I'm a Colonel.

- You play along! - I make a living.

- Colonel! - At your service. - Hurry!

Comrades...

You who are the police,

How is the home front? Is there a clamour?

Oh, of course!

I thought so, I thought so!

Instead of a nation of saints and poets...

We are a nation of traitors, of bawlers and the like!

That's what we are, Milords. Excuse me, gentlemen.

- Milord is too formal? - Yes. - You think so? - Just a bit.

I just wanted to get some information.

You too! You too!

Everyone wants to know the same thing!

- Colonel! Check if the enemy is listening. - Yes, sir.

- Can they hear us? - No.

- If they were listening in, I wouldn't speak. I'm not stupid!

Well then?

Well...

- Yes! - "Yes" what?

The secret weapons... friend,

We have them. Yes!

- Since we're all here, we can begin. - Well... - Silence!

First the officer's report.

- Comrades! To il Duce! - To us!

- Colonel! - At your command.

- Situation, arms? - Excellent.

- Situation, supplies? - Excellent.

- Situation, morale? - At its peak. - Good, we will win!

- Will we win? - Yes - Yes!

And now... any questions?

- No one? - I have!

Where were you the night of the crime?

Yes.

Comrade...

- Did you march on Rome? - Actually, no.

You didn't march on Rome? And you dare to ask me questions?

Do you know who I am? One of the founders of the party.

- Water under the bridge, it's the past. - Fine water, although it's been passed.

General, allow me?

- I made the march on Rome. - You did?

- He made it. - He made it?

- Where? - On Rome. - Rome.

- Yes, So General, can I ask you.

- Where were you the night of the murder? - Yes.

- Then I'll tell you. - Thank you. - You are a marcher! - Right.

The night of the murder...

Where was I? I was there.

Present.

Well I never.

Yes, I was with him,

as he was stabbed in the back by an infamous betrayal.

But I told il Duce to give me carte blanche,

So that in a jiffy I'd get rid of those traitors!

Calm down, General, we're not talking about July 25,

but the assassination of your brother Galeazzo.

Ah! Galeazzo! Ah, Galeazzo!

The Assassination of Galeazzo! Do you know what?

I'll tell you? There's only one answer.

Then give us this answer!

Here it is! I DON'T GIVE A DAMN

- Ah! - Right!

Yes, comrades. They were right to liquidise him,

My brother was a dirty bit of work.

He was someone I kept an eye on.

An anti-fascist who's gone the way he deserved.

- Gone the way he deserved? - Yes - Who you kept an eye on? - Yes.

- But where were you, the night of 8th? - Where was I? - Yes.

Breaking my balls in Greece. No, I'd already retreated.

It was the retreat of the Don. Actually, no.

I was in retreat, but don't remember which one. There are so many!

- General! Try to remember. - Remember? - Yes.

I'll give it some thought? With permission.

Who listens to "po-po-po-pom" in my house?

Who listens to Radio London?

- He was drumming! - While I speak, he's drumming?

Listen, I'll pack you off to the border, prancing around in Ponza, got it?

General, information is gold, we need it.

- Need it? - Yes.

- You even have a gold ring! - If not, I wouldn't be married. - Bravo!

He didn't march on Rome, listened to Radio London,

And didn't hand over his gold ring to his country.

Young man! Forget about the border! I'll have you shot!

- Colonel! A rifle and 12 soldiers. - 12? - Yes.

- Take it easy. - I'll do it for you, because you marched on Rome.

- But I didn't. - You will! Your friend saved you!

The Torrealta are no longer above all suspicion.

Something must be done, The papers are all over us.

Let's check the alibi of the Baroness and the General.

Come in.

If we only knew where they were that damn evening,

- Where they were! - Yeah, where?

- What's this? - The medical report.

I'm already aware of it.

Commissioner, it says that the blow went straight to the heart

with an expert hand.

- It could be a clue that leads us to the surgeon. - On the face of it.

The Professor is the only Torrealta with an airtight alibi.

He was in the operating room from 22:00 to 7:00 the next day.

Virtually all night. There's the testimony of everyone.

Nurses and the five patients that he operated on.

The net closes in: the surgeon is out of the question.

Ready! Here comes the professor.

- Good morning. - Are you ready? - Yes, the mask.

- Mask. - Mask. - Hurry!

- Mask? - What are you doing? I've dropped my glasses. They're broken!

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

- The glasses on the ground? There are microbes. - I'm sorry. - Damn you!

A pair of glasses for the professor.

- Where's the patient? - There. - Where "there"? "There" is random.

- To the right. - Which right? - That one! - Let's see. Ah, there.

Finally got there? Yes,

It's him. Finally got there?

- Now we know he's there, let's go meet him.

- So... - What are you looking for?

- The head. - Where do you want it?

Not there. Where have you put it? Pull down your mask!

- Where do you want it? In its place! - At the head! - At the head.

We know! We studied anatomy!

Here it is! Good morning, Ma'am.

- It's a man. - You're a man?

- What a ghastly mug. - Ever looked in the mirror?

What bad manners.

Eh? Who told you to be so familiar?

I meant you don't look well.

- Sorry. - Sorry nothing.

- I won't operate! - No! - Each to their place!

- Taken his temperature? - Not yet.

This is scorching!

- He has a high fever. - Not there!

- You want to teach me how to take a temperature? - It's another head.

- Another head? - Yes. - The patient has two heads!

- It's true! Whose head is this? - Biagini. - Don't get in the way.

The pulse.

- He's on his way out. - Why?

I don't wish to be a bird of ill omen but this one...

- Where am I going? - There! - Where "there"? - Where everyone goes.

Today you, tomorrow him. One at a time you leave.

- The wrist is mine. - Then you're going. Who asked for your wrist?

- Perhaps you, absent mindedly... - You meddler. Give me your wrist.

- I said the wrist, not the foot. - No, it's... - It's the wrist! - Yes.

- Now then... Listen for me.

- Listen to what? - I want to ascertain.

- Huh? - The professor didn't speak.

Who's there? When I'm working, no strangers in the operating room!

- There's no one there. - That sailor?

It's Sister.

Of the sailor? If she's the Admiral's sister, I don't want her here!

All out! The patient no!

- She's the nursing sister. - Then why say she's the Admiral's sister?

- I didn't say so. - It was him! - No.

Don't try and be funny, if not, I'm leaving. Shut up!

- Where do I operate? - The abdomen. - Abdomen.

Why did you put the stomach on top? Turn him over.

- The stomach is in its right position. - Ah, yes.

Courage, it's a delicate moment.

Uncover the stomach. Don't look! Scalpel.

Scalpel.

Scalpel... here it is.

What's this? It's iron, but no blade. How do I cut?

- The blade is here. - Where? - You've covered it up! - Of course!

- Here are your glasses. - Yes. With glasses it's better. - Of course.

Put on my glasses. Like that

That's it. That's it.

- Now then... - Professor!

Professor! Aren't you going to put me to sleep?

- You're asleep. - No, I'm awake. - He's ignoring the progress of science.

- We're already using local anesthetic. - Don't worry.

Be a patient and be patient. Everyone to his own job.

- You, what's your trade? - Butcher. - Me too.

Me too, I'm not a butcher! I'm a surgeon. Relax.

Relax.

- Pretend to be someone else. Want to read? - No.

- Want to make a call? - No. - Give him a phone. Glasses!

- There they are. A phone! - I don't want a phone!

- Give the glasses to the professor. - Relax. Quiet.

- Professor! What are you doing? - Young man! I have to work!

I'm a surgeon, not a cobbler. Stop bothering me!

You're a patient with no patience! What a patient! Please be patient!

Where are we? Chatting, moving, speaking.

Mother of Mary!

Keep still! Keep him still!

If not, who knows? Too bad for you.

- It's here? - Further to the right.

- Yes. - A little more.

A teeny weeny bit.

- No! - Damn and blast!

See how mistakes can happen.

- I was cutting the heart! - Professor!

What a lucky escape! Hold him! Hold him. One, two, three!

- Feel any pain? - No. - Professor, I haven't felt anything.

Such is the human machine! What are you doing?

- I wanted to see the machine. - No! Leave it to me!

I see a tangle of intestines, a filthy mess.

No offence, but internally you're disgusting!

- Adhesions! - Yeah...

- That reminds me, You know someone in the Ministry? - Yes.

- I've a problem with my tax... - Professor, I'm here.

Mind your own business. I too am a man,

of flesh, blood and cartilage!

So... yes...

It's not normal. He should have 36 metres of intestines.

But here there's 40, but I'm not a mathematician, get a ruler.

- Let's see. - Here's the ruler.

Let's see... one, and two, three, four and five. One more. Cut.

- As usual? - Yes - Meaning?

After work, I always bring home a package...

I have a tabby cat... wonderful!

What are you saying! My guts to the cat?

You're crazy? I'm joking!

Give this crap to my cat? It's used to salmon.

You know what? I won't operate!

Get dressed and get out. Go to another surgeon.

- Go where? - Enough! I'm fed up.

- What? - We can't leave him open.

Sew him up again. So I cut badly, who cares!

Needle and thread! Needle and thread!

- Need, needle... Here it is.

Silence. Shut up!

It's getting on my nerves.

- Professor... - You thread it, you've good eyesight.

Silence!

Oxygen and a straitjacket!

Miss, it's three hours I've asked for my wife, connect us and don't shilly-shally.

Oh, right! Hello? Is it you, dear? It's me.

I feel bad, very bad.

I've two ulcers and a double hernia.

I don't mean me! You know when I talk like this, I mean the patients!

We've been married 10 years and you still don't know?

Yes, I have to work all night. All night!

So sorry, I'm desolate, darling.

I'm going to bed!

Of course, where do you want me to go?

Imagine, I'm already in my dressing gown!

Dressing gown? Okay,

I'll see you tomorrow, late.

- Pandoro. - Professor.

I've got to get away, unseen.

- Do like the other night. - The other...?

- Professor, if they find out... - Who's going to find out?

Put on the glasses, cap, the mask and everyone will believe it's me.

- Professor! - Pandoro!

I created you and I can destroy you.

- You want the post? - Yes - Then obey. - Yes.

I'll do what you want.

- Professor, also tonight... - Yes, also tonight!

I'll take them both, together.

Finally!

- Did anyone see you? - No, but it's too risky.

- I'm scared. - Me too!

I shouldn't have listened to you. The two of us here.

I had to talk to you. The phone may be bugged.

The police suspect me.

What do I care about the police? It's my husband I'm afraid of!

- They asked where I was the night of the crime. - What did you say?

- Relax, I said I was at the cinema. - Thank goodness.

But they didn't believe me.

And that's not all. My wife looks at me with those eyes.

- What eyes? - Of a murderer!

- Lallo, my husband too. - What?

I don't know, something in his eyes, his voice.

Oh, Lallo, I know he'd be capable of murder.

Don't worry, we're safe here.

And then I'm here. If necessary, I know how to defend you.

My husband! Let's run for it!

Stay calm.

Carlo, don't shoot. Try to understand, with the wife I have!

I know she's your sister, but you don't know how awful she is!

A man's not made of wood!

Stay where you are!

- What are you doing down there? - Praying!

- Search him. - Even the lady? - No. There's no need.

- The lady and I know one another. - Who is she?

Donna Fiore di Torrealta.

- The wife of the surgeon. - Don't mind appearances.

Forget it. Rather tell me,

- Do you know this handwriting? - No.

- And you? - No.

Chief, there's no one here.

Maybe Diabolicus has fooled us.

This anonymous letter says that Diabolicus would act here tonight.

If Diabolicus is not in here,

maybe he wanted to throw us off.

- If so, it means that he will act, but not here. - Where?

If, as we suspect, he's one of Torrealta...

as he killed Galeazzo, for the legacy...

tonight he'll try to kill one of the other siblings.

Hurry! Maybe we'll arrive in time.

I didn't think the decisive game would have happened so soon.

You're in poor form, Laudomia. This is my evening.

You've forgotten me.

I'll plunge straight ahead.

- With one strike will reach my goal. - Hah!

Straight...

as the blade of a dagger.

Laugh all you want, comrade brother.

He who laughs last laughs longest.

My dear brothers, you'll first have to deal with me.

And who says it's not me who'll eliminate both of you?

Laudomia, are you sure that there's no one at home?

Of course, it's the servants night off.

- And besides the domestics? - No one. You can get as drunk as you like.

There's Angelo, the gardener, but he's sleeping in the lodge.

When I went to get this bottle he was snoring.

If there was anyone else, I'd offer a normal drink,

not this one.

This is from my special reserve.

Secret!

Drink, it's like an elixir of youth.

Drink it later.

I wouldn't want a shaky hand.

This time I'll strike both at once.

Up to the hilt?

Right.

Up to... the hilt.

Damn! Now it's up to you.

Charles, Qu'est-ce que tu fais?

Your vision is getting worse. Even without drinking. A bad sign!

It's a sign of premature aging.

If I were you, I'd drink my elixir.

Even you too, Scipione.

You'll need my elixir: a drink, and eternal youth.

Scipione, you're distracted! Play.

- You're also inaccurate. - It's up to you, dear. - I know.

- Your time has come. - I really want to win this game.

Diabolic...

Laudomia, where have you been?

I'd not seen either you or Carlo so I came looking for you.

But I didn't find you, so I'm back.

- Where's Carlo? - No matter where Carlo is.

Now he's out of the game.

And it's with you, dear, I must deal!

There, my dear, you are done for.

It was a while waiting for this moment!

Fifty and twelve: sixty two.

And eight: sixty

94, and so on...

Laudomia, damn it!

Ah yes, no doubt about it,

these three anonymous letters explain everything.

They were written by the same hand, as that of the murderer.

to not take too many risks, after the assassination of Galeazzo, Diabolicus

must gather his victims together in one place.

And be sure that the police won't interfere, and he succeeded.

With the first anonymous letter

he misled us.

The other two letters found on the corpses explain everything.

Really diabolical.

It wasn't easy to attract the surgeon here.

But Diabolicus knows only one thing can get him away from his operating theatre.

- You Madame. - Me?

Yes, exactly.

Your husband loved you and Diabolicus has used his jealousy.

Instilled in him the suspicion of betrayal,

And with this made him believe that he had the proof.

Here it is written that if he goes in the attic

he'd catch them in the act.

Carlo went into the attic, but there only found the murderous dagger.

With regard to Baroness Laudomia who you have

unfairly maligned...

She had some mania, but all the Torrealtas were a bit neurotic.

But she wasn't a murderer.

This harmless liquor proves it.

For the Baroness, it was sufficient for her to be the host.

All that remained was to draw here the general.

But to get him here was for Diabolicus

a little joke.

It was enough, with a third letter,

to make his deranged mind believe

that there would be a conference of anti-fascists,

American parachutists.

Because he came armed with a dagger and hand grenades.

For him there was no salvation.

We alone could have saved him.

If instead of going to his home,

we had come straight here.

But all this doesn't tell us who is Diabolicus and if he'll strike again.

That's true, Baron. It's true.

But it is also true what I told you before.

The net closes in...

The net closes in!

The only...

The only survivor of a great family.

That's true.

And also the only heir.

What? What do you mean by that?

- Nothing! - The Monsignor is a holy man, understand?

- Please. - Thank you. - Sit down.

I'm at your complete disposal.

Thank you. Excuse us,

we are forced to ask you some questions.

In the hope that you can give us some detail, enlighten us.

Son, only faith can enlighten hearts and minds.

Excuse me, what is your idea...?

- You didn't imagine this? - What are your thoughts regarding...

yes, these crimes?

Right.

The ways of Providence

are mysterious and endless.

Providence?

Excuse me but, regarding these crimes,

- I don't see it as Providence... - Let me explain.

Gentlemen, know that after the disaster which befell me

I allude to the death of my poor brethren...

I entered into possession of the fortune of the Torrealta.

- Did you know? - Yes...

- Well, vaguely... - You knew! - Yes.

Well, I will use this fortune...

to put an end, finally...

to an injustice committed by my poor father...

And perpetuated by my brothers and me.

Only then will their souls have peace in Purgatory...

And I on this earth.

Monsignor mentioned an injustice, right?

Yes, I'm sorry, Monsignor,

what would it be, this injustice?

A secret, yes,

A terrible secret of our great family.

A illegitimate child.

A sixth brother who doesn't bear our name.

He was abandoned in infancy without receiving

any moral aid. Nor material.

The poor man has fallen so low!

- So he could be the murder. - You think so? Why?

Hatred is a motive!

Resentment towards his brothers who have abandoned him.

No, gentlemen, no!

Do not add slander to the evil that has befallen him.

- And he could not be the murderer. - Why not?

He has fallen so low.

So low that for six months he languishes in a terrible prison.

- Deus meus, forgive me. - What?

- No, I was talking to... - Praying.

How lucky Pasquale is! What luck!

You'll be rich, rich! You'll have money, hand over fist!

Look! The ace of cups in the middle of the three of diamonds and the knight of swords.

And the king of clubs will poke your eyes out.

What are you saying, these are the cards!

I'm a poor unfortunate. You know why I'm here?

To earn a piece of honest bread, I was a look out...

What a rogue you are!

- Bastard. - Me? - Informer. - Me?

You set up this trick to get me to talk, but I'll kill you!

- What informer! - I'll kill you!

I'm a criminal, certified insane.

- I killed my wife and my mother-in-law. - Word of honor.

You're a gentleman.

Here they often do these tricks to get me to talk, but I won't speak.

If I named names, I'd be out immediately, but I keep schtum!

I'll do the full 18 months inside. Besides, outside, where would I go?

- Bonocore? - Who is it? - The governor. - I'm coming.

The governor wants me to talk, but I won't talk. Come on.

You promise! And expect me to swallow it?

According to you I'd have 2 billion in round figures,

- Cash, maybe. - Cash and property.

Property?

And if I speak, if I say the names, you let me go.

Yes.

Governor, what kind of a fool do you take me for?

Bonocore, you are free not to name names and to stay here.

When you've served your sentence go to the notary and you'll be convinced.

- Now you can go. - Come on. - Wait, wait. What's the rush?

- It's a trap? - No! Here is the act of donation signed by the Monsignor.

So I'm the master of 2 billion?

Yes, we've been saying so for half an hour!

- These are yours. Yours! - I get it! - Apparently not!

- 2 billion. - Yes. - So, I'm rich. - Very rich.

And a rich man in here?

If I talk, if I name names,

- you let me go? - Of course.

- Can I talk? Can anyone hear me? - No.

- He can hear? - He's the notary!

That night, us thieves we were four.

- Hi. Come out. - Look who's here!

Carmelo the Neapolitan... Club-foot Chico...

Nando Jelly-belly.

There's also Scarface Gigi. How's things?

Bad. It smells of burning inside.

- In which wing? - Who? - The stool pigeon, Bonocore.

He's been released.

He's released because he ratted. But even so I'll kill him.

- Kill him by mail? - You'll not be responsible.

You don't know me, but he knows who is Scarface Gigi.

If he did this it's because he's tired of life!

Come on.

To the bequest left by your sister, we need to add a Fiat 1100.

What? That's enough to make a cat laugh.

Do you think a man in my position goes around in a Fiat 1100?

- I need a spacious Cadillac, a Lincoln. - All right.

A custom built coach!

I explained myself badly.

- I meant, 1,100 Fiat shares. - Which is

- Shares and securities. Of the Fiat company. - Go on!

There are also 3,000 Montecatini.

Are you kidding me? You've come or they sent you to tease me?

3,000 Montecatini? There's only one Montecatini!

I know because I went there on holiday!

- I explained badly again. - A recidivist. - Yes, a recidivist.

Tell me the truth, look me in the eyes. Man to man.

You, in the first person,

- are not really a notary? - Why not?

- A notary, unlicensed. - Why unlicensed. I'm a notary.

- Not a shyster? - Proper lawyer! Lawyer!

- Now he says "lawyer". - I've always said so.

I've always said so, a lawyer.

You've an office?

An ancient office! My great-grandfather's.

From father to son, so it came down to me.

- But clients... - Packed! So many clients.

- Ask about the notary Cuckuzza! - I know his son!

- Cuckoo in the nest. - Don't say that...

- He's not my son, I have no sons. - I could have sworn!

Cut that out.

Here's is a list of real estate left by Professor Carlo.

- Sure it's real? - Real estate, left by...

- Bed, beds... - Real estate, real estate.

- Houses, mansions... - Explain...

I'm a billionaire.

You're talking to a billionaire, not a fool!

- Give me a chance. - I'm giving you a chance. Come on.

- Professor Carlo... - My brother. - He left two model clinics.

- Model clinics? - Only models? - Two perfect clinics.

- There are people? - Sick? - Yes.

Let's make a clean sweep. The clinic must be vacated!

I'll wallow in it. I have 2 clinics. I need them.

- Do what you want, but there are seriously ill patients. - Seriously?

- Kick them out! - The sick?

How long will they live? How long?

How long? 3 or 4 days?

- Kick them out! - But how, "kick them out"?

- What are you doing? - There's ashes on it.

Among the properties left by the General,

Includes a gold bust of il Duce.

Really? A bust?

This is news to me.

Who'd have thought the Duce had a bust?

- That's why he stuck his chest out! - No he didn't have a bust!

- He wore a bra. - No! - A corset? - Not that either!

- A fine guy! Says he has a bust, then denies it! - I didn't deny it.

You denied it!

No! I said he had a gold bust. The bust is a statue.

- With a bra. - No! - With a corset? - Are you kidding me?

- Yes - Oh, yes? - No! - You admit you are?

- I don't know... - You know that! - My hat!

- Be patient! - What patience!

What is it, here.

The concierge has phoned. The police are on the way.

The police? I'll scarper. What should I do?

- Scarper you too. - Why? - If they discover you're not a notary.

- They know everything! - I've nothing to fear, neither do you.

It's all in good standing. The police will be here for the investigation.

Searching for the guilty in the deaths of your brothers.

- Why, my brothers didn't they die of disease? - No.

- How did they die? - Didn't you know?

- Murdered. - Murdered? - Stabbed. - Stabbed?

We came here to guard you against this Diabolicus.

- Guard me against who? - Diabolicus.

Diabolicus? Who is this?

- The murderer. - But then it's him! - No.

- The notary! Unregistered! - No!

We know the notary Cuckuzza.

- Diabolicus is an insane criminal who acts at night. - At night? - Yes.

- All dressed in black. - Mamma Mia!

- Know how he murdered your brother Galeazzo? - No, I don't know.

The murderer entered this room, from that window.

- Which window? - That one. - Good Lord! - He climbed through.

- But what are you doing? - Defending myself!

- I'm not waiting for the police! - We've this to defend you. - And this.

- The Tiger Agency, the most powerful private detectives in the city.

- You, to the servants entrance. - Go! - You, upstairs. - Upstairs!

- You pay us, so trust us. - Yes.

- Forget these ridiculous things. - For you it's a ridiculous thing?

Play down Diabolicus? Diabolicus is not a flipperty jibbert!

Hello? It's you?

A shadow has entered the front door.

S-s-s-s-shoot him!

Is there anyone? Is there...

- Are you crazy? - Take him away.

I'm the mailman! I have the uniform!

- Search him. - Hands down! - Shut up! - No weapons.

- What was in the bag? - Letters. - Only letters.

Wait, I get it. Diabolicus disguised as a postman.

Wait a minute.

If you're a postman, reply to my questions.

- I'm a postman. - Shut up! If you are a postman, answer.

Speak!

- Who are the letters for? - Who? - I don't know. - Why not?

If you're a postman, you'd know!

- Who are they for? - You must to know!

- It says on the envelope! - That's not an answer.

Reply technically!

Calm down, one moment.

Technically, who's the letter addressed to?

The recipient!

That's what I want know!

If the recipient isn't available who do you return them to?

To the sender.

Calm down!

- Calm down! - Who is the sender?

How much do you take to deliver the letter?

Nothing.

Take it easy.

- I'm sorry. - Forget it. Now answer another question.

Tell me what...

Will you let me speak?

- He really bugs me. - Take it easy.

Tell me, the tip. What do you do when he gives you a tip?

- I put it in my pocket. - He puts it in his pocket!

- Calm down! - I am calm!

- Sir, calm down. - Let me.

I've a tether at my end!

- Never mind, let's proceed. - Go ahead. Reply.

What do these letters mean? P and T?

- Answer! - I don't know.

Post and Telegraph!

See, you do know? Tell me yet another thing.

How many types of money order are there?

How many types? Answer!

Answer! Answer!

- Answer. - No answer.

- No answer, why? - Damn! He's dead?

- He's dead. - Dead? - You've killed you. - Us?

- I don't know anything. - How dead! I'll bring him round!

He wasn't dead! Then he was faking!

The sneaky bastard.

The final question. We've got him!

Tell me, tell me now... who is the Minister

of Posts and Telecommunications?

- I don't know. - He doesn't know.

Lads, we've been mistaken.

He is a postman!

He doesn't know who is the Minister of Posts and Telecommunications!

Why didn't you say, you are a postman?

- Are you a postman? - Yes.

- Why didn't you say so? - Half an hour, I'm telling you!

Excuse us, we didn't hear you.

- Did I hurt you? - So much. - So much?

I bet you have a letter for me, in your bag.

Yes, in the pile.

It's in the pile. Poor fellow!

Sorry!

- Did I hurt his little footsy? - My foot.

Your fetlocks, did I squash your fetlocks?

- There's a letter for you. - Is there? Let's have a look.

- Can't we get rid of him? - Of course. Come on.

Wait, I get it. He wants a tip Hang on a minute.

- Got any change? - No.

Well, me neither, come back at Christmas!

- Here's your bag. - I'm not coming again.

The post, I'll post it.

These postmen are hard to please!

- Here's your letter. - You open it.

- It's addressed to you. - I pay?

- Yes. - You open it!

If there's a bomb inside? A poisoned letter...

- There's no danger. - Something plastic, they use plastic!

Point it over there, don't joke.

- What is it? - Here we are.

- Who is it? - It's him.

- Diabolical? - Diabolicus

Bonocore Your hour is near

Diabolicus

- I tell you what? - Tell.

- I wish that Diabolicus would come soon. - Are you crazy?

We'll put him somewhere safe and not talk about it anymore!

- It's safe to put him in the safe? - It's safe, no risk!

- For safety's sake? - For safety's sake.

With a safety pin!

This house will be for Diabolicus

nothing but a death trap.

There's a policeman to each tile of the house.

If I'd waited for the Commissioner...!

He doesn't know Diabolicus!

Luckily we're here to receive him as he deserves.

If he dares to set foot in this house, I swear, he won't come out alive!

The dirty dog!

Know what I'd say to him? If he came, this Mr. Diabolicus!

I'd like to see him face to face, this imbecile. Face to...

He... he... help!

I'm sorry...

Oh God, no! Help!

Help!

Who is it? Help!

It's me!

- Where's Diabolicus? - Diabolical?

Help! We got him!

- He's trapped! - He's trapped? - Call the police.

- Hurry! - Hang on. - Hang on.

- Did you get him? - Yes, if we had waited for you!

- At last we'll see who you are. - Come on.

Uncover him.

What? Scarface?

Look who it is. Scarface Gigi - Exactly.

- Scarface Gigi. Do you know him? - We're friends, indeed, we were friends.

I escaped from jail to skin you alive.

I disguised myself to put the blame on Diabolicus.

I wrote the letter with the warning and then I came.

I thought that killing you would be easy.

Instead, I found them.

- Silence. - Silence! - I said silence! - Exactly.

- You mean you're not Diabolicus? - Me, Diabolicus?

I think he's telling the truth. I'm familiar with this Scarface Gigi.

- A criminal of a very inferior type. - Inferior?

It's a matter of class, Gigi!

Besides, when the crimes occurred, he was under special surveillance.

Yes, I went to sign the register every night at the police station.

- So he's not Diabolicus. - No. - Back to the start! All over again.

No I'm not Diabolicus, but we really hope he'll skin you alive!

They'll do it! What are you doing here?

- You got someone who wasn't Diabolicus. - You got him, not us!

But did you get the real one? Listen, I want to be protected!

I pay taxes. The State must protect me.

- I want the police, the infantry... - Don't overdo it!

Don't raise your voice! Understand.

Take an example from your brother, Monsignor Antonino.

Like you he's in danger, but lives peacefully,

under our protection.

Why not, he's a holy man. If he dies his place in Paradise is already booked.

Enter.

Monsignor, excuse me.

What is it? Come in.

- Monsignor? - What is it?

There's a woman outside.

She says you sent for her and wrote her a note.

If she says so, why not believe her? Send her in.

- But... - What is it?

- She looks sinful! - Then don't look.

Indeed, to stay away from temptation,

go to Viterbo, to your aunt.

Take her my blessing. Go, Benedetto.

And you?

Son, I do not run these risks.

Yes, you are a holy man.

- Lucky you. - Thank you. Go to Viterbo!

- Please, Ma'am. - Come in.

- Monsignor. - How are you?

Please take a seat.

Daughter, I know all about you.

Did you know...

I was the fianc�e of your brother?

Fianc�e! You could call it that!

Don't judge me too harshly.

I wanted to marry poor Galeazzo, but he didn't want to.

I know! But Galeazzo was a fool.

You're a fine bit of alright.

An American cigarette?

- No, I don't smoke. - Don't smoke.

So a bit of scotch whiskey?

- No thanks. I don't drink. - Don't drink.

- What? Except when you get a little tipsy... - You know that too!

Everything, from A to Z.

Fancy a little music?

Voil�!

I called you because you're a girl capable of anything, without scruples.

I need a partner! Dance!

No, please, I want to go.

- Now comes the best bit? Here. - Let me go!

Stop calling my Monsignor! Call me by my name!

But you... Who are you?

Don't you understand yet?

I'm Galeazzo! Your golden Galeazzo.

Want the proof, look!

- Are you convinced? - No! - It's me.

She's fainted? I didn't expect this!

If she's had a heart attack! Sit here.

Come on now. Wake up, wake up.

It's me, don't be afraid. Galeazzo.

Galeazzo, but is it really true?

Of course, it's me!

But... then...

The dead man in your house? Who was he?

Antonino, my brother, Monsignor.

The night of the murder, I asked him to come to my house and in fact...

He came.

He was a holy man. You could always turn to him

for any help, whatsoever.

And even me...

I got my help.

To you I gave a sleeping pill, the servants all fired,

I was alone with him.

Antonino, my dear brother,

tell me, did anyone see you come in?

No, dear brother. I think not.

But why all this mystery? - Yeah.

- You don't know... - What?

There is someone who has decided to kill you.

To kill me?

Good heavens! Who'd want to kill me?

A certain Diabolicus. Do you know him?

- Me no. - Rather, yes!

You see, me and Diabolicus are one and the same person!

Galeazzo what kind of a joke is this? Put down that letter opener!

It's not a letter opener,

it's a dagger!

No!

And you stabbed him?

Yes... yes.

Cold steel, the weapon of nobility.

I put him in my pajamas...

in my dressing gown...

and then died his hair.

Of course it was a dirty job,

but luckily no one was aware of the switch.

Yeah, but why? From an early age I was a real artist.

Imitating the voices and gestures of my brothers to perfection.

Monsignor was the least suspicious.

I could have chosen Scipione.

That high pitched whine.

The general

couldn't-stand-the-sight-of-me

Above all he was a maniac and stupid!

Or Carlo, but with all those tics...

Far too tiring.

- But who sent you that little film? - That little film!

Sent by me, filmed by me, acted by me.

And it served to muddy the waters and remove the servants.

While it was easier to kill the other three...

Between the attic and the billiard table...

- It was a diabolical plan. - What did you say?

- You were diabolical. - But I am Diabolicus!

Quiet, please, darling!

But why did you do all this?

Why did I do all this?

Why did I do all this? For the legacy!

Because my assets was diminishing.

But now you have nothing.

I read that you gave everything to your brother. Is it true?

How could I enjoy the money in this ecclesiastical habit?

- And now he'll enjoy it! - Oh, no!

He'll enjoy only that which he's spent up to today.

Besides, no one will suspect it's him,

- when I will be killed. - What?

- You'll be killed too? - Yes - By whom? - By Diabolicus.

- But Diabolicus is you! - Exactly!

I'll kill my half-brother, put him in the clothes of the Monsignor,

I'll put on his and become the heir Pasquale Bonocore!

Then, the police will continue to seek Diabolicus and will not find him!

No! They'll find him, and put him in handcuffs.

- I don't understand anything anymore. - No? Come with me and see.

I am innocent. Laudomia, no!

It wasn't me, Commissioner,

- Who is it? - Can't you see?

A fine Diabolicus to serve piping hot to the police.

It's my brother-in-law, Michelino.

Two days ago he came here to seek advice, since I'm a prelate.

- What did you do? - Don't you see?

I put him in a horizontal position.

A nice, hot coffee with a sleeping pill and two days later, still sleeping.

- And Pasquale? - I've prepared a magnificent trap.

I phoned I had doubts about the donation and he said he'd hurry over.

He'll come with the police, they follow him forever!

- The police? - Yes, it's part of my plan.

Come, let's get ready to receive him.

You'll see how well I imitate the voice of Pasquale.

Hurry, come.

Help me. Undress him and dress him as a priest.

- I'm scared. - Scared, then don't look.

- Hurry up. - But he's dead! - Not yet!

Here's some dye. Whiten his hair.

But be quick. Take it, hurry.

Here we are...

I'll put on Pasquale's wig and we're done!

Adjust it a bit.

Five nights without sleep, on account of this Diabolicus.

This surveillance of Bonocore is increasingly exhausting.

Now he's gone to visit his half-brother, the Monsignor!

That's nothing strange. It's his brother, you'd expect it.

But why decide now?

Don't tremble, everything will be fine.

And now, the finishing touch.

What a chiseller!

Dead!

Help! Police!

Diabolicus wants to kill me! Help!

Come quickly!

Commissioner! It's Diabolicus. I've caught him in the act.

Here he is.

Stop, Bonocore. He's already stunned by your blows.

- You know how it is! - Stop! - I'll kill him!

Monsignor is dead.

- What have you to say for yourself? - Good morning, remember me?

- Cynical! - Cynical? Cynical

Good Lord! Laudomia! Dressed as a man!

No, calm down.

When I walked in, he'd already killed Monsignor and was about to kill her.

What's happening?

- Good Lord! - Calm down. - The horror! - Take it easy.

- Why are you here? - Yes.

Why are you here?

I came here for spiritual advice.

All of a sudden the bell rang,

Monsignor, for some privacy, had me enter the other room.

Suddenly I heard a cry...

And I ran.

And this man attacked me!

At this point I entered. The door was open.

I saw Diabolical enter, I jumped on his back...

- And then I... - Stop!

I'm a tough customer! A rough customer!

You don't know who you're talking to. I was in jail.

- Diabolicus! Get him! - Baron, enough of this comedy!

Enough of it!

- I don't know who dressed me like this. - I'll have a bet that the suspect is you.

- What are you saying? You're crazy? - How dare you?

- The Commissioner is crazy? - No! I'm not crazy.

Your plan was perfect. Killing the brothers, including this one.

He and his lover would come into possession of the inheritance.

- Well said! - But when he killed the three brothers, I was with you.

No, we left together, but while we, at his suggestion...

- He suggested? - I'll kill... - Stop! Stop!

- He suggested! - Stop!

He suggested going firstly to the General's house.

While he ran to your house and struck his blow.

- Take him away. - Commissioner!

- Take him away! - What are you doing?

Take him away!

I must admit that if we've caught the murderer

the credit is all yours.

Commissioner, to collaborate, for me it was

a real pleasure, believe me.

- The Commissioner wants to examine the medical report? - Yes.

One moment.

A mask? But how?

When you dyed his hair didn't you notice?

No, I didn't look. I was too upset.

Perhaps I understand.

Marquis Galeazzo, may I?

- The circle is complete! - Yeah!

I'm not stupid! To go there alone? What's the point of money?

I sent the private detective.

He was so happy! He told me: "Trust me." And I trusted him.

- So you suspected the Monsignor was a fake. - Yes.

You're relaxed now, and no longer afraid of Diabolicus?

You don't know me! Diabolicus, I don't give a fig!

Don't make me laugh!

Change the disc, put on a Cha cha cha.

- Pasquale, you dance? - Yes. Let's dance.

- It's the bell. - Yeah!

Us, afraid of the bell?

- I'm going to open it. - Yes - I'm going.

Are you Mr. Bonocore?

Yes.

You escaped Diabolicus, but you won't escape me!

But who are you?

I've come for your taxes!

Subtitles: Corvusalbus, Edam17

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