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ENGLAND
October 12, 1959, time 11:45 AM

FLORENCE
October 12, 1959, time 11:45 AM

Girls, come here.

Get in line and stay
close.

From up here we
can see the whole city.

We can see Brunelleschi's dome,
Giotto's bell tower

and to the left
there's the Ponte Vecchio.

Mummy...

Mummy!

Mummy!

Mummy!

Mummy!

Mummy!

Virginia!

What's happening?

- Are you scared darling?
- Mummy...

Mummy!

That was the Dreambags on
Radion Stella 702MHz

Here's a song from Carlo, who's
three years old to his first love...

And that was the latest
song by...

There's always a first time,
and this may be yours...

Madam?

Madam?

Madam?

Madam, please say
something.

How are you feeling?
Are you still feeling unwell?

Get out madam,
get some air...

Come.

How do you feel now?
Any better?

Yes, yes, thank you.

Do you have a cigarette?

Try to relax.

Extra-sensorial visions
and hallucinations,

these can be a simple consequence
of your emotional state.

18 years ago my mother
committed suicide.

Even though I was far away, I saw
all of it, it wasn't a hallucination.

I know, Virginia.

But of all your other visions,
how many have come true?

And even so, I've made
them the centre of my examinations.

Of course! It's your job.
You're a parapsychologist.

But ever since I got married,
you seem to be less interested in them.

- I confess it's true.
- Go to hell!

Calm down.

The calmer you are,
the less hallucinations you'll have.

Listen, Virginia.

Your mother's suicide...

Undoubtedly demonstrates
that you have heightened sensibilities.

But it's nothing
out of the ordinary.

Many people
have premonitions,

especially when they dream.

Who doesn't have a
relative or a friend,

who had dreamed of seeing
someone being run over,

then, the next day
that person really is run over.

So you think that I
fell asleep at the wheel,

and dreamt of a woman
that I don't even know,

being killed and walled up
by a man with a limp.

Thanks for your help!

Don't get annoyed.

I'm only trying to find a logical
explanation for your visions.

If you're sure you witnessed a murder,
you should go to the police.

Oh, sure good idea!

Then why don't you tell
your beloved husband about this.

Because I can't
and you know it.

He wouldn't believe me.

You're the only one
who can understand.

So are you going to turn
on your tape recorder?

Of course.

The last time we did this, you told me
that you'd fallen in love,

and that you'd be marrying
Francesco Ducci.

Let's see how it goes
for me this time.

I went into the tunnel and all of
a sudden everything turned black.

I saw a streak of red light.

A broken mirror...
and a murdered woman.

This shutter needs
a bit of greasing.

There we go.

Come in Madam,

Bear with me, this place
has been closed for a long time.

I can tell!

Nobody ever comes here.

What is Francesco up to
these days?

He's in London
for business.

Lucky him!

- Are you really his wife?
- I should hope so!

What kind of an idea is that!

Why?

Well he was a bachelor but
now he too got trapped into marriage!

And to a foreigner!

We have a saying;
birds of a feather flock together!

But with someone like yourself,
I too would've strayed from my own!

With all due
respect!

On this side there are
the bedrooms and the meeting rooms.

But all of them
mostly in disarray.

Wait, I'll open the
window to let some light in.

Come along!

Why do you want to fix
this place up?

No one's interested
in this place.

Why would you care?

Well I'm an architect, so
I enjoy doing this.

Rich people's taste...

Here...

This is the only room
that's kind of in order.

Francesco would use it
when he brought girls home.

Pardon me. I shouldn't
be saying these things.

Did I offend you?

Not at all.

Let me know if there's
anything else I can do for you?

Nothing thank you, other than coming
back in half an hour to close?

Certainly.

You don't mind staying alone?
You're not afraid?

Of what?

Sorry, excuse me...

Could you see to it
that the phone line gets connected.

Thank you very much.

Yes, of course madam.

I could sense that something
had happened here.

There were always
strange noises in here.

And so you think those
were ghosts?

Yes marshal, there are ghosts!
That's why the Ducci's never come here.

It's quite bizzare.

This is your husband's house...

But you say you've never
been here before.

We've only been married
for three months.

And what brought
you here today?

I wanted to renovate
the house.

I wanted to surprise him.

I see, and you
came here alone?

Why didn't you come with say,
an architect or an interior designer?

Because I am an
interior designer.

Right and today you came
here for the first time?

And the first thing that you
do is pick up a pickaxe...

make a hole in the first wall
you find and find a skeleton.

Listen, either this house
is full of skeletons...

Lieutenant, I know this
all sounds absurd.

But I'm telling
you the truth.

Telepathy?

Please madam, be reasonable.

I've just received the
medical report that indicates...

that the skeleton belonged
to a woman who was about twenty-five.

Twenty-five?

Yes, twenty-five.
Why?

Well if my wife were right,
the woman would've been about fifty.

Yes, I spoke with your wife.

We had a very
interesting conversation.

I don't understand much
about parapsychology.

As the magistrate, I must abide
by the medical report.

So, let's see...

Weight, etcetera...

Here!

The carbon dating places the
skeleton no earlier than January 1972.

And no later than June
of the same year.

During that period, you never
went into that house?

I don't recall.
It could even be.

But... Not after April.

Because in mid April I
left for the United States.

It's clear Your Honour that
my client therefore can't be considered,

as a culprit from
April onwards.

From half of April onwards.

My pleasure madam.

Goodbye Ducci, if any problems
should arise let my office know.

Thank you.

Take those all together please.

- What complications?
- Don't worry.

What can we do. They were
bound to suspect me a little.

That's madness!

It's an abandoned house.

Anyone could've gone in there.
Why should you have done anything?

Darling in this country it takes
very little to be considered a suspect.

It's enough that I'm
the owner of the house.

This is crazy.

Do they know how
old she was?

About twenty-five.

- No, no it's not true!
- Darling!

You have to understand, this has
nothing to do with an old lady.

Nowadays their tools
are incredibly accurate.

With their carbon dating technology,
an error is highly unlikely.

But Francesco, it all coincides with
my vision besides the broken mirror.

Darling please, yes you
found her body through telepathy,

but now the police are doing
their job, don't think about it anymore.

This shouldn't become an obsession,
there's no need.

I've never seen the
mirror broken.

Have you asked Isabella?

- No.
- Okay, talk to her. Now I have to go.

And stop going to that house!
What are you doing there?

She must've disappeared because
she left before they closed the doors.

You're very funny.

But this isn't a joke.

I saw that woman and I recognised her
it's exactly the woman from my vision.

Then she's alive.

No.

She's dead.

If you say so, then fine
she's dead.

Will you make me a drink?

The police can say
what they want.

She was fifty years old.

Maybe a bit more.

I'm sure of it.

Even her room looked like
that of an old person.

I could tell from her furniture,
and from her heavy curtains.

So they didn't kill
her at home.

Certainly not.

They must have taken her
there once she was already dead.

In a yellow taxi?
That was in your vision too?

Could be...

Listen...

Why don't you forget
about this whole thing?

Stop it!

I can't! Don't you understand?

You shouldn't have
married a psychic.

Darling, I would love
you even if you were a witch.

Stop worrying, let the police
worry about finding the murderer.

You'll see, they'll manage.

Her name was Agnese Begnardi.

Some details allowed us to
identify her with certainy.

Her father had reported
her disappearance in August of '72.

Although he'd not
heard from her in a few months.

He had received a postcard
from her in February.

This is the photo that was
filed with the report.

An attractive lady.

Take a look madam.

Do you recognise her?

Virginia?

In that room, on the floor...

there was a magazine on the floor.

And this girl's picture
was on the cover.

You mean in your vision?

I'll tell you again, I saw her.

It was a different photograph,

but it was the same girl.

Thank you.

Do you recognise her,
signor Ducci, by any chance?

Yes.

I had a relationship with...
Agnese Bignardi.

I didn't tell you about her,
it happened before we met.

Signor Ducci, this is new information
that we'll have to look into.

I hope you understand?

Please come with us, the judge
will want to ask some more questions.

Fine.

It's just the usual formalities madam.

Don't worry.

Arrested, Francesco Ducci.

Sir my brother has
nothing to do with it.

This is all bullshit.

How do they know that
it's Agnese Bignardi?

It could be any other slut.

Madam, the same height, the same age,
even her dental records match.

There is no proof!

Why did they arrest him?

During the preliminary investigation,
the judge's ruling presides.

But based on what?

On the fact that he was
Agnese Bignardi's lover.

So?

Listen here, I've never killed
any of my lovers.

And I've had 56 of them,
I've kept count.

Well it's good for me that
I don't have to defend you then.

They were lovers, and the
body was found in your husband's house.

Put the two together...

But whoever knew that
they were lovers...

could have taken the body there,
to blame Francesco.

In that case why would they
have made Agnese disappear then?

Instead he even walled her up.

Don't put too many chairs please.

If the hall is too full the
maestro will blame me.

Everyone in the philharmonic
gets angry with me.

You over there, please
sort out that bit there...

Why on earth did I decide to
organise these bloody concerts?

At least with these concerts you
can shout and vent.

I can't stop thinking
about Francesco.

And I'm not?

I think we should add another lawyer
to that group of arseholes.

Someone with a bit more grit.

Yes sure. But it's not enough.

What brand are those?

It's not Marijuana, darling.

Gitanes.

Where can one find them?

These ones with yellow paper?

I don't think you can find them in
Italy, a friend gets them for me.

From the French embassy.

I'll give you some if you
like them.

They're so strong they
could kill an elephant.

What do you want to do?

Go to the judge and say;
'my husband is innocent,

the murderer smoked cigarettes
that had yellow paper...

My husband doesn't and
has never smoked!

And doesn't limp?!'.

Becuase the murderer was
limping in your vision, right?

You don't believe me?

Excuse me darling, but you've created
a real mess with your bloody visions.

My poor brother was
doing just fine in London...

And you come here to the house.

You start smashing up walls.

You bust his ball and you
get him in trouble...

Please Gloria, do me a favour...

Shut your mouth and stop talking crap.

Excuse me.

That's where she was.

Where I wanted to open
the wall up years ago.

Just imagine if I'd found
the body still warm.

What else are you
going to make up?

Nothing.

I also thought about restoring the
place when Francesco went to America.

But you know what I'm like.

I get bored easily.

All I did was fill up the
basement with bricks.

Oh no! I remember I also changed
the furniture in this room.

What furniture?

All of them.

All of them?

Are you sure?

Of course darling! This
used to be Francesco's bedroom.

The bed was over there,
then a wardrobe...

It was all different.

And you did this after he left?

Two or three months after.

Well then that's the proof that she was
killed when Francesco was in America.

It's a proof!

The room in my vision,
was like this, do you see?

With this furniture here.

No, trust me.
It's not just a theory...

I'm sure.

For me it's certain!

Okay, maybe.
But what use is that to the judge?

I'm sick of hearing about
your visions! Nobody believes you!

I'm sorry darling.

Undoubtedly madam, your
vision could act as an alibi,

if we were able to prove it.

But unfortunately, it isn't.

Fine.

Fine, but maybe we can prove that
she was still alive after you left.

We just need to find someone
who knew her and saw her, alive.

Once you were already in America.

- It won't be very easy.
- No, but it's possible.

We need to try Francesco.

This is the only way
of proving your innocence.

We will prove it.

We'll manage.

In my visions, there's a detail
that's useful to us.

Can we listen to my account again?

Maybe something will
come out.

Paola, put the discs on?

What are you doing?
The recorder is there.

I know, but I transcribed
the recordings to study them better.

It's easier to see it written down.

Sometimes you surprise me!

Oh I'm sure, you think I'm an idiot!

With him you have to
pretend you're an idiot.

Why did you underline taxi?

Virginia said it was yellow.

All taxis are yellow.

Now yes, but they decided
to paint them yellow in '72.

And at the time there
were only sixteen.

How do you know that?

Because I researched it,
I have the list in my bag.

There's even all the addresses
of the sixteen taxi drivers.

That's amazing!

It's incredible!

We should track them down,

maybe one of them remembers
taking that girl somewhere.

I've already shown her photo to seven
of them, but none of them remember her.

You still have another nine
to interrogate.

Casa Ducci, we're not available.
You have 30 seconds to leave a message.

Please speak after the beep.

You don't know me, Virginia.

We've never met.

But I have a great fondness
for you and your husband.

I know what you are going
through these days.

You can't imagine how
sorry I feel for you.

What's happening to
Francesco is terrible.

In this situation you
can expect the worst.

I can do a lot to help him.

I have a winning card for you!
I await you, dear.

What the hell are we going to
do with her winning card?

She didn't give us an address.

She gave us an address,
it just didn't record.

She spoke for longer
than 30 seconds.

Of course.

I didn't think about it.
She obviously didn't realise.

Of course, otherwise she
would've called back.

Maybe if Francesco heard her voice,
maybe he could recognise her.

Yes, it's a particular voice.

I might have heard it before...

Maybe at one of the
philharmonic concerts,

she did sound like an actress.

Or an opera singer.

An opera singer?

Hello?

Paola?

Thanks.

Tell me.

Keep him there.

Of course, I promised him a generous tip,
he's not going anywhere.

Right?

Paola has found a taxi driver...

Yes, I heard the other guys talking.

But, the taxi I had in
1972 wasn't yellow.

I painted it after,
when the law came in.

Anyway, yellow or not,
I picked that girl up.

When I saw her photo in the papers,
I recognised her immediately.

After four years?

There's a reason why I remember...

It's slightly delicate...

- I told the young lady over there.
- She wasn't wearing underwear.

They were wearing mini-skirts then.

And my eyes went there.

- Was it summer?
- Could be.

- It was hot anyhow.
- Was she alone?

No.

She was with a serious looking man.

He had a beard...
And he had a limp!

- You're sure?
- Of course.

Yes, sure. He was limping.

Alright, go on...
Is there anything else?

What else can I say?
Maybe he was a professor.

Because I left them at the museum.

What museum?

I don't know the name,
but the one behind the piazza.

That's not a museum,
that's an art gallery.

No.

This isn't the place I saw.

Maybe, it wasn't even a museum.

The paintings here are big,
and they're all next to each other.

The one that I remember clearly,

is a religious painting.

Maybe it wasn't even a painting.

Who knows.

Maybe it was a fresco, a mosaic.

And I remember a painting in black
and white, with something written above.

But it wasn't in that strange place.

I don't know... it wasn't...

It wasn't in any place...

Maybe it was an image...

VERMEER "THE LOVE
LETTER" Canvas stolen 3-3-1972

ALDOBRANDI'S
GALLERY

I remembered that robbery!

There was a death.
A guardian, poor fellow.

The Vermeer was the biggest attraction
in the gallery.

It would be worth a billion today.

Here we are.
March, 7, the year 1972.

You'll find it all here.

Who is that?

Oh, it's the director of the gallery.
Rospini.

He does have a beard,
let's hope he limps.

Might he be the man
the taxi driver mentioned?

Does he look familiar to you?

Of course!

But he didn't have a beard...

No... It doesn't look
anything like him.

I don't know what to say anymore,
it's all getting so confused.

Your wife was right, Mr. Rospini.

You look much younger
without that beard.

At least 10 years
younger I'd say!

So you are discovering my
husband's double life.

Art and horse-riding expert.

My husband stopped riding a
year or so ago, thank God.

What newspaper do you write for?

- The New York Times
- The New York Times?

I was assigned to write an article on...
world's greatest equestrians.

Emilio was never that great!

He only ever wasted a lot of money...
My money!

I never attended the horse races.

It was my way of protesting,
as we'd say today.

So my dear, I can't tell you
very much about it.

- What about his fall?
- Oh yes, that...

He risked becoming disabled.

He smashed his kneecap badly.
He dragged his left leg for over a year.

How did you find out about the fall?

Oh I... I heard about it when
I was doing another interview.

I'd rather someone tell you
who Emilio Rospini really is.

He's an expert of fine art.

Ah, there he is.

He'll be happy to talk to you
about his equestrian triumphs.

Oh no! You've done it again.

Come on darling, you keep
growing and cutting your beard.

Giovanna. Leave us alone.

Please...

- What do you want of me?
- An answer.

To what question?

Did you know Agnese Bignardi?

Get out of here, immediately!

You were lovers, weren't you?

I won't stand for this! Get out!

- So you admit that it's true!
- Get out!

He shaved his beard.

- Did Rospini limp in your vision?
- No.

Well, then it could be someone else.

No, I recognised him.

You should have seen the way he looked
at me when I mentioned that girl's name.

He is the one!

If you think you're going to play
one of your games, you are crazy!

No, no. Don't fool yourself.

You're in on this as well!
... I'm not losing my mind!

I'm just trying to protect myself.

I'm just warning you,
be careful what you do.

Remember!

What's happening to
Francesco is terrible,

when one is in the
clutches of the law,

the worst is always to be expected.

But I can help you, Virginia.
I've got a winning card,

I'll await your call.

This is the message she left.

The judge granted me
permission to let you hear it.

Do you recognise the voice?

No.

Don't waste your time.

Either she's crazy, or she thinks
that she can get some money out of us.

I agree with you,
but at least we tried.

Tell Virginia to stay away
from those people.

And if she calls again,
tell my wife to send her to hell.

This is it.
I'm certain.

The same picture.
The same magazine.

"The New Weekly".

But you never mentioned
the name of it.

I didn't remember it,
until I saw it.

Year 1, #18

The explanation is very simple.

They were short on material, so they
re-used a photo from four years ago.

May I see it?

Newspapers and magazines always
keep an archive of their material.

Yes, but there's something
you haven't noticed!

And it could be very interesting.

This could be a horse's head.
Here.

And another thing, Agnese Bignardy
has never been a cover girl.

So I think that's an old photo
they must have gotten from someone.

So?

Yeah. I sold that
picture to the magazine.

I found it in the files
of the riding club.

Did you know her?

No, but...

I recognise the horses.

This is Fiorello.

And this is Nicolenda,
Mr. Rospini's horse.

Rospini?

Yes, do you know him?

Did you ever see Rospini
and the girl together?

No, at the time I wasn't here.

It was "Big Horse Show" in '73,
and I was at Le Cascine.

That photo was taken in '73?

Yeah, like it says here on the magazine.
The 10th horse show.

And that was in '73.

Thank you very much!

That's the proof.
My husband is innocent.

The horse show took
place on June 12, 1973.

On that date my client had been out
of the country for several months.

This can be proven from the date
my client has stamped in his passport.

It's easy to prove that that horse
belonged to Rospini.

Just as Canovari the stableman who
sold the picture to the review, told us.

So, you believe Agnese Bignardi had
a relationship with him?

Well, so it seems.
But, I don't mean to insinuate.

The only thing I want to do is to prove
that Francesco Ducci is innocent.

And this picture, I repeat,
makes it very clear.

Very well. We'll examine this proof
and let you know.

Although it's contradictory
to the carbon dating results.

But we'll let you know.

When?

As soon as possible.

Justice cannot be hastened madam.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Sir.

Hello. Let me speak to
the commissioner, please.

Yes, there were suspicions
about Rospini, but nothing serious.

Anonymous letters, yes.

The stolen painting... and horse riding
is an expensive sport,

but let's not forget,
his wife is very rich.

What? He was friends with
Agnese Bignardi?

It's inspector Rossi, commissioner.

I'm at Rospini's for the
information you want.

But he isn't here.

- The Pinacoteca?
- No, he's not there either.

His wife said he didn't
come home last night.

Keep a close eye on all of this.

Leave an agent there,
in casse he turns up.

You come back here
and get to work.

Certainly, send out a warning
to all the police stations.

He probably had more reasons
to kill her than Ducci.

It's very possible that Agnese
Bignardi was blackmailing him.

Yes, but why go and wall her up
in Ducci's house?

Because it was an ideal
place to do so.

Uninhabited, in the country,
no light, no telephone.

Like common shits...

Oh pardon me.

I thought you were concerned
for you husband, Virginia.

If you are, you are still
in time to help him.

Come to the address I gave you.
I repeat it:

6, Via Dell Ombrone.

Do you know who it is?

Why worry about it? They're going
to let Francesco out.

Any minute now.

I thought you were concerned
for you husband, Virginia.

If you are, you are
still in time to help him.

Come to the address I gave you.
I'll repeat it:

6, Via Dell Ombrone.

Virginia, come here.

Yes.

Do you like it?

Yes. Very much.

I'll give it to you.

Why?

My friend in Rome gave it to me.

The one from the French embassy?

No darling, this one works
at the Vatican though.

The great thing about
this watch is the alarm.

Delightful, isn't it?

These are the same notes
I heard in the tunnel. Identical.

I'm sure you think I'm crazy.

I don't think you're crazy.

Take a look at this magazine.

There's something
we hadn't noticed.

Here look:
Year 1, number 18.

What's that suppose to mean?

That it's impossible for this magazine
to have been in that room.

Five years ago.

But I swear I saw it.

Yes Virginia,
you did see it.

But at that time,
there was no magazine.

But at some point, there will be.

What do you mean?

I'd already questioned this before.

Since you met that
woman at the house.

You thought that you saw a ghost,
which was the only logical explanation,

from the moment that
you'd seen her dead.

- But I assure you...
- No, wait...

In 1972 Rospini had a beard,
and walked with a limp.

But he didn't limp in your vision.
And he didn't have a beard.

Which also confirms this.

- Confirms what?
- Confirms my idea.

What do you mean?

You have never seen
Agnese Bignardi being walled up.

But another woman.

And we don't know who.

The other one - the old lady.

Maybe.

Maybe that's how she's
fated to die,

just as you saw in your vision.

You've seen things,
that have yet to happen, Virginia.

You had a premonition.

Or, if you rather,
you saw into the future.

In the future...

there will be music...

a magazine...

and yellow taxi...

Via Dell Ombrone, please.

All taxis are yellow...

- What did you say madam?
- Nothing.

Do you know, if there
were radio-taxis in '72?

In '72? No.

No, signora.
They came later.

Excuse me, madam.

Via Dell'Ombrone or Via Dell Lombrone?

Sorry?

"Dell'Ombrone" with an apostrophe,

or "Lombrone" all in one word?

I don't know...

No, wait.

No, it says here, "Lombrone, 6".

That's too bad. Via DelllOmbrone
is right near here,

but the other one is miles away.

I'd asked the guard to let you
know that I was being released.

Well he didn't bother
telling us...

Where is Virginia now?

I don't know. I think she
said she was seeing Luca.

You know, her friend
who works in parapsychology.

Then she was going
to Via Del Lombrone.

Via Del Lombrone?

Yeah, she was obsessed with speaking
to the woman who had telephoned.

2,200 lira.

Are we close to Monte Silvano?

Yes, the area that the
newspapers are talking about.

The house where they
found the skeleton is right here.

- Francesco!
- Virginia, where are you?

They let you go!
When did you get out?

Just a few hours ago,
I looked for you everywhere.

Listen I went to that woman's house,
I found her dead.

Just as I'd seen in my vision.

I know that she's dead,
I saw her too.

I went to Via dell Lombrone
and I called the police.

Where are you?

I'm hiding in the farmhouse.

The man is following me, he's outside.

What man?

Rospini, he's the
one who killed the woman!

He wants to kill me as well,
Francesco I'm scared!

I'm coming now. Lock yourself in
and don't reply to the phone.

Try and stay calm!

Yes!

Hurry, please!

Run! Come here immediately.

The drawers seem shorter, but
the recess is just as I remember it.

Just like in your vision Virginia.

Because you see things,
that are yet to take place.

You had a premonition.

Or if you prefer,
you saw into the future.

Casa Ducci, we are not
able to get to the phone,

you have 30 seconds to
speak after the beep.

I've got a winning card in hand.
I'll expect you dear.

Francesco!

Francesco!

Darling, it's all over now.
I'm here.

W-What did you do to your leg?

Oh, nothing.
I twisted my ankle.

You're trembling.

Let's go inside.

You were incredible.

If it weren't for you, who knows how
long I would have stayed in prison for.

Darling we should really
get a subscription to this magazine.

Out of gratitude, we owe
so much to this photo alone.

Go easy on him.

So, Mr. Rospini?

I, 1, ... didn't kill her.

When...

When I got there,
she was already dead.

Who was already dead?

Signora Casarti at Via Dell Lombrone.

Why did you go
to Via Del Lombrone?

I wanted to get that letter back.

Virginia?

Hello, it's Canavari.

Tell me Canavari.

There was something not
quite right about that photo.

It couldn't have been taken
during the 10th horse show.

What makes you say that?

Because that horse in the picture,
Rospini's horse,

I had to put the horse
down myself in '72.

It had a broken leg.

So it's impossible for that horse
to have been in the competition in '73.

That picture has got to be
from the '72 show.

I'm absolutely certain.

Hello?

Mr. Fattori?

In that case Agnese Bignardi
was killed and walled up in '72.

And something is still to
happen in that house.

Francesco

Let's go.

Are you in a hurry?

No.

I'm so... exhausted.

Virginia, you smoke too much.

Virginia darling,
why are you afraid?

No, I'm not afraid,
but let's go home please.

You're already home.

Why are you scared?

Have you read it?

No Francesco, I haven't.

No!

I'd like to believe you,
but if you're lying...

Giuliana Casati had
a buyer for a painting.

Agnese and I waited for
Francesco outside the museum.

Francesco killed the guard.

Agnese mentions that
in that letter to Casati.

Agnese was meant to bring the
painting to the buyer,

she disappeared along
with the painting.

We thought she played us.

But when they discovered...

when they discovered Agnese's skeleton

it was clear...

it was Ducci who killed
her and walled her up.

He played us.

Casati was dead when I arrived.

It was Francesco.

He was looking for
the letters.

He's delusional...

He wants to protect his
dignity, even on his deathbed.

When he saw me,
he jumped out of the window...

and he hurt his foot.

This damned letter...

Do you think they'll accuse
Rospini for my death?

Without this letter... yes.

He's a cruel individual.

Pityless fiend.

Maybe she's destined to die that way,
as you saw in your vision.

You've seen things,
that have yet to happen, Virginia.

You had a premonition.

You saw into the future.

Just like in your vision Virginia.

You saw things that
have yet to happen.

You had a premonition.

You saw into the future.

You didn't see Agnese
Bignardi being walled up.

But another woman.
And we don't know who.

- You were speeding.
- Because I am in a hurry.

Licence and vehicle registration.

Yeah... go to hell!

- You insulted an officer!
- Because I need you!

- Come with us.
- No, you come with me.

We need to get into this house.

- Come with us.
- But someone is in danger here.

Stop taking the piss.

Nobody's in!

Come on.

-Who is it?
- It's Luca Fattori.

What's happened?

Have you heard from Virginia?

No.

I don't know what to do anymore.

I don't know where she's gone.

I looked for her everywhere.

Can we come in?

Please.

I came to see if she was here,
I've looked everywhere.

These have been
the most horrendous hours.

I don't know what
to make of this anymore.

She left the house this afternoon, she
didn't tell anyone where she was going.

She didn't even leave a note, nothing.

I don't know what to do.

I was hoping that
maybe you'd seen her somewhere.

From what I've understood,
she would often come to see you.

Absolutely.

Yes, but I couldn't find her
so I came to look for her.

Here?

Yes.

Why?

There's no point.

We're just wasting our time.

She's definitely not here.

Wait a minute...

Is this the room where
Agnese Bignardi was walled up?

Yes, in that wall there.

I don't know who had it repaired,
either Virginia or my sister.