All language subtitles for The.Bloodstained.Shadow.1978.R

THE BLOODSTAINED SHADOW

May I?

Excuse me?

Are these seats taken?

No, please sit down.

Thank you.

- Wait, let me help you.
- Thanks.

I'm awfully sorry.

Oh, don't worry.

I'm an absolutely messy
person when it comes to packing.

There, all fixed!

- Thanks.
- It should be safe now.

- Would you like to read it?
- Thank you.

It's about modern art.

Are you a painter?

Do you live in Venice?

No, on a little island nearby.

- Thanks.
- My pleasure.

Being able to paint
must be interesting.

Why?

Well, no particular reason.

We may see each other
again, seeing you also live here.

Yes, maybe.

Ah, there he is.

- Stefano, at last!
- Mornin', Professor.

It's been so long, I'm so
happy to see you again!

Likewise! Let me
take a look at you!

My, you don't look that
great, you're so thin, pale and...

No way, don't start
with the preaching!

All right, I know what'll do
you good, let's go to Toni's.

A good lunch will do
wonders, what do you say?

- Good day!
- Hi!

You never miss an
opportunity, do you?

No, it's just someone
I met on the train.

- Listen up, Gaspare.
- Yes?

Take my brother's
bags to the parish house.

- We'll be back in a couple hours.
- Very well. Bye, Professor.

- See you later, Gaspare, and thanks.
- No problem. Bye.

Time for a hearty meal!

All right, talk soon.

Here we go, food for
our returning professor!

- Thanks, Toni. You still doing well?
- Always!

Hey, Toni! We've been waiting
for three hours sitting here!

Calm down and have
some patience, guys!

A bit of rest will do
wonders for your burnout.

Let's hope so!

I'm really tired.

You cannot imagine how leaving
university teaching pains me.

This time I could have really
used the help of a neurologist!

You work too much, always focused
on your books from dusk till dawn.

Everything's the same
around here, huh?

Indeed. Nothing really changes
here, a perfect place for a priest.

Marriages, baptisms and
funerals, not much else.

What about you, are
you still living alone?

Yes, aside from a few flings.

I'm still a provincial
guy at heart.

Toni, bring us a deck of cards!

Just wait a second!

Here we go, polenta and quails.

- Satisfied?
- I've been dreaming about this polenta!

Thanks!

- It smells divine!
- Thank you!

I'll take this.

I'd forgotten how
good the food was here.

I already feel
better, believe me.

I've always told you,

you should come
back and live in town.

Who's that woman? I've
never seen her before.

I'm quite scared of that one.

What do you mean?

It seems she's a medium
or something like that.

Strange rituals are
practiced in her house.

- Somebody attends her seances every time.
- Incredible!

I've always thought séances were
only trendy for neurotic city folks.

So, who are these snobby folks?

One of them is the
local doctor, imagine.

- You mean Fantini?
- No, the old guy passed a few years ago.

It's a rather
well-known individual.

You know, he also
has a practice in Venice.

He is wealthy, and people
say he likes gambling in casinos.

Really?

We could do with a donation,
there's plenty of poor people here.

Instead, he has in it for me.

He's an atheist who's
basically boycotting me.

People say he shot his wife while
cleaning his hunting rifle, years ago.

Almost nothing happened to
him, he has powerful friends.

He now lives with his
good for nothing lover.

A wicked girl he
brought from Venice.

Here we go, fellows,
this one is on me.

Doctor Aloisi?

- Are you leaving?
- Indeed.

I'm leaving.

Good day.

Good day.

- That was him, and he's not the only one.
- What do you mean?

Nardi, the midwife, also
takes part at the séances.

Some say she has a
mentally-deranged son she hides away.

She's scared they might
lock him up in an asylum.

They say she does
illegal procedures as well,

and by that I mean performing
abortions on underage girls.

And the third person you mentioned?

Count Mariani.

He is the last descendant of a
corrupt family ravaged by drinking.

A man without morals.

A man who should disappear
off the face of the earth.

Don't overreact now. I
vaguely remember Mariani.

- Don't you think it's just gossip?
- No, he's a sinner.

I'm afraid it's not gossip.

During confession, the son
of one of my parishioners...

... told me that the
lowlife had tried to...

My God.

I was about to violate the
secrecy of his confession.

Vikam duxoet na sir.

Vikam duxoet na sir.

Vie lie ste sir.

Vie lie ste sir.

Mogali da govorja vas sir.

Mogali da govorja vas sir.

Mogali da govorja vas sir.

Vikam duxoet na sir.

Vie lie ste sir.

Vie lie ste sir.

Vie lie ste sir.

Vikam duxoet na sir.

- You must be tired, huh?
- Al little.

I had your luggage
taken to your room.

Here we go, this is your room.

Anything you need, just call.

Gaspare lives near the sacristy
and I'm on the floor above.

- Well, good night.
- Good night.

You rescuer of souls!

Help!

Help!

Help!

No! Help!

Help! Help!

Help!

Help...

Stefano!

Stefano!

Stefano!

Gaspare!

Gaspare!

Where have you been?

I heard the door slam and
went outside to see who it was.

I saw Professor Stefano and
tried to call him, but he disappeared.

We need to find him, something
terrible has happened!

Paolo! Paolo! What happened?!

You're back! It was
something ghastly.

I've witnessed a murder,
right in front of my eyes.

A murder?

Right under my window, in the
little square behind the church.

Hurry, let's go there!

There, near the well!

I don't see anything!

What? Nothing?!

It can't be! I saw a woman
falling to the ground right here!

- I can't be mistaken!
- Did you recognize her?

No, I could not recognize either
of them, it was too far away!

There's nothing here, and a corpse
can't disappear all of a sudden!

- I'm sure it was just a scuffle!
- I don't think I agree with that!

It's the only logical explanation,
otherwise the body would still be here.

You took a wrong interpretation of
what you saw, let's go back inside.

Maybe you're right.

TALK ABOUT THIS MURDER,
PEOPLE WILL TALK ABOUT YOURS.

Stefano, look!

I found it under my door.

The murderer thinks I saw him
and now is threatening to kill me.

I wasn't able to
see him, believe me!

Then it really was a murder.

What does this old family
photo of ours have to do with it?

I can't understand it either.

We should go to the police.

Of course.

But this message could
mean trouble for you.

Yes, you're right.

We shouldn't mention it to
anyone for the time being.

Father Paolo! Father Paolo!

They've found a
body near the church!

It's clear that the
body has been moved.

The cause of death
was strangulation.

This woman did everything
she could to defend herself.

It's the medium,
I recognize her.

Come on, move away! This
IS not something to look at!

Let's go, honey.

That serves her right for
doing all those séances.

Go home or come to me
If you've seen anything.

I'm afraid you're
too late, Father.

We only need the
coroner at this point.

So it was true.

What did you say, Father?

Nothing, nothing at all.

She was strangled like that other
girl. You remember her, Father?

I believe her last
name was Andreani.

It was the last murder that happened
here, it happened many years ago.

The murderer was never found.

- Santucci?
- Yessir?

- Call the public prosecutor in Venice.
- Right away, Inspector.

- Call Forensics, too.
- All right.

In the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit,

the Lord will have mercy
and absolve you of your sins.

Help me, Paolo.

I'm having a crisis
again, help me!

Stefano?

- Come on, I'll take you home.
- Yes...

Do you have a minute, Father?

My dear woman, you were
In confession yesterday.

Father Paolo, I just wanted to say
that person also molested my child.

It's got to end and you
must do something about it.

- I'll go today, Antonietta, don't worry.
- Thank you.

Hello, priest.
What's the matter?

I'd like to speak to the count.

Please, come in.

This way.

After you.

Make yourself at home.

Sit down, Father Paolo.

Great job, well done!

This child has a great
passion for music.

He likes to play
and he'd never stop.

- I'm here because...
- Thomas, fetch my cigarettes, will you.

Thanks.

You were saying, Father Paolo?

I've only come to see you because
I've received some complaints.

Is the piano distracting you?

I'm here for an important reason
and you need to listen to me.

I'm listening, I'm listening.

Am I not listening?

Enough piano for today,
Michele, you can go.

You know exactly what I'm here to
talk about, don't pretend otherwise.

I really don't understand.

| just don't.

Have my dogs bothered
some stupid chickens?

No, Count, we are not
talking about chickens.

You must stop this. God
watches and will judge you.

Speak clearly and
not in parables.

I'm starting to
lose my patience.

Many townspeople have
already lost their patience.

It is a continuous
affront to morality.

You're grooming children, you
should be ashamed of yourself.

Enough!

I won't tolerate being
insulted by some country priest.

- You see yourself as the Messiah.
- It's me who has had enough!

My soul is stained
just by listening to you.

Get out of my house right away!

Don't annoy me anymore with
your small town church rhetoric.

Don't set foot in this house
again, not even for the last rites.

I'd rather go to Hell instead.

- Thomas?
- Yes?

Thomas, get me a drink.

- Did you hear him?
- Yes.

Such insolence!

Sit in your own home and mind your
own business is no longer tolerated!

- You'll look after me, won't you?
- Cut it out, leave me alone.

Be a good boy and go
bother your grandma.

Hey!

No, it's really nice, but
I can't spend too much.

Come on, it's not so much
for a handmade piece.

Let's say 150 and it's a deal.

Get out of here, I've sold
smaller items for that price.

Let's say 200, and only
because we know each other.

I can't go lower than that.

- Consider the expenses for moving it.
- I can't deal with you, Assunta.

- This thing is falling to pieces.
- You rich people are always like that.

Okay, you win, we got a deal.

- Look who it is! You spying on me?
- Oh, I was passing by.

Have it delivered to my
house tomorrow, okay?

- Thanks, God bless you!
- Yeah, yeah, damn you...

I shouldn't have come, she
manages to persuade me every time.

Anyway, what you
doing around here?

- Just trying to relax.
- Me too.

I lived in this area as a kid.

I come back when I can, and
when I do I fall into the same trap.

- What do you mean?
- I work all the time.

I'm into furniture, and when
I see something I like I buy it.

And I do sustain myself
on bread and equations.

Well, you seem to be
surviving just fine.

So peaceful. We all need a little
quiet once in a while, don't you agree?

Indeed.

We've not been
that lucky so far.

As soon as we arrived we
discovered the body of an old fraud.

- I knew her.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

She was an old witch
more than a medium.

I think her odd schemes were
a cover for an extortion racket.

Maybe we should cut
this discussion short.

Now that I think of it, we have
not even introduced ourselves.

I'm Professor
Stefano D'Arcangelo.

I'm Sandra Sellani.

Nice to meet you, Professor!

The pleasure is
all mine, Architect!

Bye, Toni.

- Come here, sit down and listen.
- What is it? Do tell.

Let me warn you,
I'm a terrible cook.

- Well, I usually eat at diners.
- No problem, then!

- Good morning, Ms. Sandra.
- Good morning, Mrs. Nardi.

I was just talking
about you yesterday.

You look well. When
did you get back?

Yesterday. I've
got a few days off.

I see. How is your mother?

Well, she is
doing a little better.

I'm glad to hear, give
her my best regards.

Thanks, see you soon.

See you soon, Miss.

- Good day.
- Good day.

- Who was that?
- Mrs. Nardi, the midwife.

My brother mentioned her.
She seems a bit peculiar.

Isn't that Andreani?
Hey, Andreani!

Come in, I'll offer you a drink!

Things were different back
in the day, for cripes' sake!

Andreani, where are you going?

Come in, I'll offer
you a glass of wine.

- Damn, what's wrong with him?
- He's not doing well.

That Andreani
gives me the chills.

Paolo?

I found another message.

They left it on the
book stand in the sacristy.

THE PAST AND YOUR FATE
ARE LINKED TO YOUR DEATH

You see? They
won't leave me alone.

I have to know who
it is or I'll go crazy!

And they're even obsessing
me with that photograph!

Calm down! We'll get to the
bottom of this, I'll help you.

- Don't be scared.
- Scared? They want to kill me!

They are threatening me because
they think I saw them, but I didn't!

Calm down, Paolo!

My poor brother...

Terrible things have happened
ever since you arrived.

You found Hell here.

- You needed peace. I'm so sorry.
- Don't worry.

Your situation is much more
important than my health.

Mark my words.

Whoopsie!

Jeez...

Miss, I'm mortified,
I'm absolutely sorry.

- It's okay.
- Did I scare you?

I did not know whether
to call you or not.

You gave me such a scare.

Why have you followed
me all the way to Venice?

I've acted like a fool, I
hope you'll forgive me.

I saw you leave town
very early this morning.

I got curious.

After everything that has
happened, I don't know what to think.

Give me.

We better go inside, shall we?

If I'm not bothering you.

- So many paintings.
- You like them?

- Did you paint them?
- My mother did.

- Does your mother live here?
- Yes.

She's not really my mother,
but my father's second wife.

I come visit her
once in a while.

Who is it? Sandra?

- Excuse me a second, she's very ill.
- Of course.

Mom, it's me.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

Did you manage to get
some sleep last night?

No, none at all.

Let me take you temperature.

Why are you standing there?
Come in, this is my mother.

This is Stefano D'Arcangelo, Father
Paolo's brother, remember him?

Yes, Father Paolo...

I haven't seen
him for a long time.

Don't be scared, come forward.

Let me make a phone
call and I'm all yours.

Your brother would always visit
me, when he used to come to Venice.

Hello, Miss? Sandra
Sellani speaking.

Yes, I'm at my mother's house.

I got everything
at the pharmacy.

Don't worry about
coming this morning.

I'll take care of the injections.

Yes, you can come around noon.

Yes, I'll wait. See
you then, okay.

Thanks, goodbye.

You really have a
fondness for painting, huh?

I'm just very curious.

I'll get back to town. I apologize
again for acting like an idiot.

Don't worry, I'll make a fool out of myself
when you'll experience my cooking skills.

- You remember I invited you tonight?
- Of course.

- Goodbye.
- Bye.

You need rest, health doesn't
improve by going out on a boat.

- That's my job, Doc.
- Take these pills, then we'll see.

Tell the next patient to come in.

- Have a good day.
- Bye.

Come in.

Have you gone crazy?

You know we can't
be seen together.

I know, but soon they
will question me, and...

What are you worried
about? Just tell them the truth.

They've already questioned the
count, and you know what he's like.

Yes, that coward.

I hope he hasn't said too much.

Mrs. Nardi, we bump
into each other a lot.

Yes... I mean no,
you know how it is...

I'm late, I need to go.

- Thank you, Doctor.
- Remember, no false moves.

Otherwise your
health might suffer.

Let's go, there's no one in.

Mrs. Bittelli said
she saw her go in.

- You trust that idiot?
- I'll try knocking.

Mrs. Nardi?

- Maybe she's visiting somebody.
- Whatever.

Easy...

You always torture
your friends like this?

I do even worse, come on!

- Careful. Easy now.
- There we go.

I'm the sedentary
type, you know.

Perfect. If you can step
aside it will look even better.

Oh, quit moaning!

- Ah, that's better.
- When did you leave the town?

I've only visited a few
times since I went to college.

My previous trip was
five or six years ago.

Can you pass me that cloth?

- Which one?
- The yellow one over there.

- This one?
- Yeah.

Has your brother
always stayed in town?

No, he went away
to study in Padua.

It did not go well, he argued with the
teachers and didn't mingle with classmates.

And he became a priest
with that personality? Not bad!

He joined the seminary at the behest
of my mother, you know how it goes.

After that he fell into a
deep mental breakdown.

He managed to
overcome it with time.

Jeez, the dessert!
I knew it'd happen!

And now what?

Don't worry about it.

It always happens when you want
to make a good first impression.

Thank goodness you are not
a kid, you'd have been real sad.

Stefano, do you feel better?

I'm sorry, Sandra.

I don't feel so good,
I'd better go home.

- Do you want me to call Doctor Aloisi?
- Not him. No way.

I'm sorry I ruined your evening.

Don't think about it.

It'll be for another time.

I'll call you.

Bye.

Let's play some music
and open the champagne,

I want to have fun tonight.

I'm heading out tonight.

- What? Can't you stay with me?
- Nope, not tonight.

I want to make use of
my day off, from now on.

It's my right, after all.

No problem, dear, but
why not pick another day?

I feel rather sad
and alone, tonight.

- I really need you.
- I'm sorry.

See you.

- Wait a minute!
- Leave me alone!

You whore, you'll end
up on the streets again!

Without my money,
you're finished!

Don't ever come
back if you leave now!

Thomas?

Is that you?

Thomas?

It's you, isn't it?

Thomas?

This joke isn't funny anymore!

Yes, it's useless
telling me that,

there is not much I can do, I
haven't got any help around here.

He was killed with a
halberd to the chest.

Of course, Mr. Prosecutor.

Ah, I forgot to tell you that
the house was an utter mess.

As if the killer had been
looking for something.

Yes, of course, they've
been questioned.

They were at the medium's
house when the murder took place.

That leaves only Dr. Aloisi and Mrs. Nardi,
but there is no evidence against them.

Yes, I've done all I
could, it's up to you now.

As you wish, Mr. Prosecutor.

Look not on our sins but
on the faith of your Church,

and grant her peace and unity
in accordance with your will,

who live and reign
forever and ever.

Amen.

- Peace be with you.
- And with you.

REMEMBER PRIEST
SILENCE WILL KEEP YOU ALIVE

Lamb of God, who takes
away the sins of the world...

This is really odd.

These notes definitely
have some other meaning.

They are going to kill me.

What can I do to escape this?

- What can I do?
- We've got to wait.

They will make a wrong move.

Let's calm down now.

I'm going to look over
these notes again.

It's useless, Stefano. I've
read them so many times.

Whomever is writing
them is not crazy.

There's something we've
not noticed before, look!

- It could be important!
- I don't see anything.

Look more closely,
focus on the letter 'T'.

- Look carefully, Paolo, it's flawed.
- What do you mean?

See, it's missing
this upper nick.

It's a small clue, but
still better than nothing.

Let's hope it will
lead us to something.

I don't know why,

but something reminds me of
the murder of that young girl.

It happened so many years ago.

- Do you think that...
- It's only an idea.

Could it possibly
be the same killer?

Someone who, for some strange
reason, has returned to killing.

There's no connection
between these deaths.

Yes, I know, but...

We can't rule out
any possibilities.

Sorry, excuse me.

Father Paolo.

Are any of the girl's
relatives still living in town?

Are you Mr. Andreani?

Yeah, that's me.

I know it's painful
for you, but...

Could you tell me something
about your daughter's death?

I can't talk about
it, I just can't.

Mr. Andreani, wait
a second. I beg you.

I said I don't know anything.

The town is about to plunge into
the same terror of so many years ago,

it could be the same maniac.

Did you ever have
any suspects or doubts?

When you are poor like me, you
can't have doubts or suspicions.

What do you mean?

What the hell do
you want from me?

Is it not enough that my family
was destroyed by what happened?

What more do you
all want from me?

- I need to know.
- And I need to forget.

Get out of my sight!

Leave me in peace.

Mark my words.

Don't snoop around if you
know what's good for you.

Excuse me, Father Paolo?

Would you mind if I
left tonight for Venice?

Yes, of course,
it's not a problem.

Thanks, Father, I'll
see you tomorrow.

Very well, good night.

Good night.

Is someone there?

Who is it?

It was not an accident.

Did you often pray in
front of that crucifix?

Of course, why?

He tried to kill you too.

The killer made noise in
order to lure you to that spot.

I checked the wire, it
was not frayed at all.

Somebody cut it.

What can we do?

I'm afraid I don't know.

The inspector says the main
suspects are Aloisi and Mrs. Nardi.

The count has been killed.

The hypothesis regarding the girl
killed so many years ago led nowhere.

All our clues are a faulty typewriter
and those crazy messages.

I really don't know what to do.

Jeez! Please, stop! No!

This is nothing,
let's go faster!

Please, that's enough!

Look out!

You are a total lunatic!

How did you talk me into this?

How do you feel now?
You were terrified!

I've never had so much fun!

- Look! Let's dock over there!
- Full reverse!

Aye, aye! Let's go!

This is my favorite corner.

It's where I go
when I feel down.

- I start painting and...
- Did you do any exhibitions?

Nope, I don't get along
with gallery owners.

Sometimes I sell
them to my clients.

They don't look bad.

Thanks, you are so kind.

I really needed this warm
fire after all that freezing air.

I had a great time, though.

Did you enjoy yourself?

You look funny in my robe.

Stefano...

I'm off, Marietta will arrive in
thirty minutes for the night shift.

- See you tomorrow morning.
- Good night.

- Good night to you.
- Thanks.

Who's there? What do you want?

No! No!

No! No!

Come on, mommy is here
with lots of yummy things for you.

Come on.

It's time to eat.

Come on, don't throw a tantrum.

Yummy, isn't it?

Two...

What's wrong?

Tell mommy.

What's wrong?

Miriam?

Was she mean to you?

Did she betray you?

Wait, I'm going to
teach her a lesson!

You mean thing!

What did you do to my baby?

I'm going to punish you,
you have to behave with him!

Take this! And this!

I told you to be good to him!

I'm going to punish you
now! Off with your arms!

There! Off with
your legs as well!

You take advantage
of his good nature!

Say goodbye to your ugly eyes!

No more eyes! No more eyes!

No more!

He liked you so much!

There! I had to punish you!

Calm down now.

She was mean and
I've punished her.

Calm down.

That's it.

That's it...

Good boy.

- Here's your coffee, Sandra.
- I don't want it.

Don't be this way.

You need to be strong.

I'm trying to help you.

You've been so
kind, but it's just that...

Why would anyone
want to kill her?

Maybe it was not a
premeditated murder.

And the painting?

Right, the painting.

Wait a minute.

I think the painting
could be the key to all this.

I don't know why, but I do.

Look.

Here are all the photographs
painted by my mother.

Wait, that's the one.

I can't think of anything.

But the painting must be vital
to the murderer for some reason.

I think so, too.

I've definitely seen that
strange image before.

I noticed how strange it
was the first time I saw it.

Shoot, it's so late.

I've got a meeting with my old professor
In Venice at nine, why don't you join me?

No, I'm too tired.

I'm going to go paint
for a bit, it will relax me.

I'll be back before midnight,

I don't want you
to be here alone.

Stop the boat, Esposito.

Did the inspector say
we should keep patrolling?

He says lots of dumb things! We've
been going round in circles like idiots!

- Shall we stop?
- Yeah, stop the boat.

It's bloody freezing tonight!

- How about we get a sandwich?
- I don't see why not.

Oh boy, I could do with
a glass of wine as well.

- There. Enjoy your sandwiches.
- Thanks.

- What's in it, herring?
- So? You wanted caviar?

- My respects, Professor!
- Good evening!

That guy's Professor
D'Arcangelo.

He's just returning from
the house of that painter girl,

whose stepmother was
killed the other night.

Too bad he's leaving, he should
have been under the girl's bed sheets!

- So you mean that...
- Oh, talk shtalk.

But I guess that our
professor is a little queer.

I bet he hasn't scored
with that pretty young girl.

If I were in his position, I know a
thing or two I'd do! Alas, duty calls!

Thank you for watching Studio Concert,
broadcast from the RAI auditorium.

This ends our series celebrating
the third music festival of...

- Sorry, Miss.
- Oh boy!

I'm sorry I scared you,

but I heard a scream and saw the shadow
of someone running away from the house.

Yes, I know.

I think it was a burglar.

I was upstairs and I heard a noise,
so I came down to see who it was.

- He must have fled. Are you okay?
- Not really.

I just got a fright.

No luck, he's gone.

Miss, do you mind if we look
around, just to make sure he's gone?

Sandra?

It's ten, shall we get up?

No, let me rest a little longer, I didn't
sleep after what happened last night.

I'll go see how Paolo's doing.

- Bye!
- Bye.

Are you alright? You
rascals! Does it hurt?

- Only my balls, Gaspare!
- You rascal!

Why, you mischief-maker!

Let's play!

Hey, Paolo.

You didn't come home last night, I
was about to send out a search party.

- Well, you know...
- Oh, no need to tell me.

You're really crazy
about that Sandra, huh?

- Breathe slowly. Does it hurt here?
- No.

- Here?
- No.

- Here?
- No.

Give me a deeper
breath. Does it hurt here?

A little.

And here?

My dear Andreani,
your liver is in bad shape.

Mark my words, the only thing
that'll do you good is to stop drinking.

Listen, I only came here to
get something for the pain.

I want you to mind
your own business.

Suit yourself.

If you don't change your
lifestyle you won't last long.

Me?

Worry about your own health.

Hello? Ah, it's you.

I'll finish work
in a little while.

No. Have someone else
take you to the casino.

I'll meet you there
shortly, yes. Bye.

Help me!

Help!

Mother ever chaste!

Pray for us.

Mother ever virgin!

Pray for us.

Mother without sin!

Pray for us.

Virgin ever powerful!

Pray for us.

Virgin ever meek!

Pray for us.

Mystic rose!

Pray for us.

Tower of David!

Pray for us.

Tower of ivory!

Pray for us.

Morning star!

Pray for us.

The health of the sick!

Pray for us.

Shelter of sinners!

Pray for us.

Comforter of the sick!

NOW I WILL KILL YOU

Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen,
nineteen, twenty and twenty-one.

I think it's enough
for today, Father.

I can bring you the plans
for the new lot next week.

- Okay, see you next week.
- Are you not coming?

- It's getting dark.
- No, I still have something to do.

- As you wish, Father. See you soon.
- Goodbye.

I'll be in Rome in about
two or three days tops.

That's great, see you soon.

I couldn't postpone
it any longer.

We're all fumbling in
the dark, even the police.

And don't forget about the
mystery related to the painting.

Indeed, but I'm worried about
the messages my brother's getting.

I asked him to leave for a
while but he is too stubborn.

He said the parish
can't cope without him.

I haven't seen him since this morning.

Jeez, what a mess!

Whenever I go somewhere, I
take the whole house with me.

Let me help you.

Boy, you're even taking
these old letters with you.

What are you doing
crouched down there?

At least ask me
before opening them.

This is it, this
is the final clue.

When did you
receive this letter?

A while ago, I wanted to know
how my mother was doing.

Now I know who's
behind all the murders.

- I have to go.
- It's nonsense, you can't believe that...

- I'll come with you.
- No, you're going nowhere!

Don't worry, I'll be fine.

Head back to the parish
house and stay with my brother.

I don't want you to
be alone in this house.

So it was her...

Mrs. Nardi! It can't be!

Paolo! Paolo!

It's Nardi's crazy son,
I had to defend myself.

He was going to murder me, like
he killed his mother and all the others.

He is the one who has
spread death among us.

Calm down, Paolo. Calm down.

It's all over now.

Please, tell me
I didn't kill him.

Don't worry, you
only knocked him out.

- You said he's Mrs. Nardi's son?
- Yes.

Then the rumors
in town were true.

She managed to keep him
hidden for so many years.

Unbelievable...

Even though you have taken the
lives of so many, we cannot judge you.

Divine justice will.

This nightmare is finally over.

You all need to
get some rest now.

I'll take your statements
tomorrow morning.

All right.

I'm going back to the
house, I'm very tired.

Don't worry, Paolo, I
will take Sandra home.

Now we can finish
what we started.

Stefano, what is it?
Something's wrong?

Are you still worried?

I'm sorry, dear, but I feel
something is not quite right.

The painting, for instance.

That damn painting...

That lunatic stealing it
doesn't make any sense.

Unless it was his
mother that wanted it.

True, but why didn't
she take it herself, then?

She's often been to our house,
she's had many an occasion.

The typewriter
was definitely hers.

Let me take another look at
the photograph of the painting.

But...

- It's gone.
- What?

The photo's gone!

Weird...

Then he knew about
the photo as well.

Then he was here that evening.

Let's leave this house, Stefano, I'm
too scared to stay here any longer!

Of course...

I'll be right back.

GIRL STRANGLED BY A MANIAC

I'm ready to go.

Stefano!

Stefano, what's
wrong? You look upset.

The murderer, Paolo.

It wasn't that poor lunatic.

I can see clearly now.

The child in my nightmares
all those years ago was me!

Me!

I cried because I helplessly witnessed a
crime and knew who the murderer was!

Who was it? Tell me!

All those jumbled images
in my head were unclear,

until you said
something a while back.

When you said he killed his mother,
how could you know she was dead?

It was the police who said
that, don't you remember?

But you knew before them!

Before they even arrived!

Mrs. Nardi's son only
wanted to avenge his mother!

- Because he'd seen you kill her!
- No!

How did you kill the others?

No...

There was one thing
that had led me astray.

You couldn't have
killed the medium!

You and I were together
in the church that night.

It was Mrs. Nardi, who was
being blackmailed by the medium...

... due to her son
and the abortions.

While she carried out the
murder, she saw you at the window.

She feared that you
had recognized her.

Later on, in the medium's house,
along with the tapes she was looking for,

she also found the
proof to accuse you with.

It was this prayer book which
you had been looking for.

It was the evidence that the police
never managed to find back then.

Your name is even written on it.

It was the medium that
found it that day by the cliff.

She took the only piece of evidence
that could have incriminated you!

Look at what was
written in this newspaper.

The victim's hand was clutching
three pages torn from a prayer book.

It's the three pages missing
from your prayer book!

Mrs. Nardi threatened you with this because
she thought you had seen her that night!

That explains the anonymous
messages and why she wanted to kill you!

Don't go on.

I beg you, don't.

You couldn't have known who
was aware of your past murder.

It could have been any of them.

The three who met
with the medium.

You had to kill them all.

So your murder would
never come to light.

Stefano, you could
never understand.

You were just a child, you
hid it in your subconscious.

However, I could not.

I've never stopped
remembering what happened.

It kept tormenting me.

I've never been able
to atone for what I did.

I could have helped you.

A murdering priest?

Who could help such a person?

No...

Paolo!

No...

No!

Paolo!

Paolo!

Paolo, stop!

Paolo!

No!

Paolo, listen to me, please!

Paolo!

I beg you!

Stop!