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Enough.

Give me the pistol and I'll buy you an ice-cream.

I want a machine-gun.

Usual place, usual time. -Okay.

Is this the film they're showing today? -No, it's another western...

They're showing that one tomorrow.

I tried it, I don't like it. Do you like it?

No, I don't like it.

"Strange stories from around the world..."

"Tokyo, a Japanese farmer was kidnapped by a UFO..."

Take the other one, it's bigger.

Open up. Open up.

Two, please. And don't push.

"Jewellery..."

"Diamonds..."

"Stars. Steal them..."

"Before someone buys them instead of you."

"Jewellery made for stealing."

Let's sit here. I can stretch my legs.

Your change, sir.

Is it restricted? -No, she can go in.

Did you hear? You can go in.

Has it started? -No, it's starting now.

Pardon? -He said it's about to start.

I put it out.

Ticket.

Here.

Are you okay here?

If I don't like it, it's your fault.

Thank you.

What have you done? Fool.

I'm really scared.

Don't worry.

Everything's going to be fine.

That's enough.

Otherwise my father won't recognise him.

I have dates with five different guys tonight.

Tonight? All together? How will you manage?

I won't be there. I'm not going.

You really are crazy.

What's the title?

'The Chewed Hand' Okay...

But let's get one thing clear. One day, and that's it.

I've already got a series of films with fixed dates.

Say goodbye to her from me. Thanks.

This is my father.

I'll go and see if he's outside.

Good morning. -Good morning.

How long till the end? -About ten minutes.

Thank you.

Thanks. -You're welcome.

Will you hurry up? -It's all ready.

Hello. Will you come and get me?

You can watch it again.

I've seen it as well. We'll go to another cinema.

At your place? But the TV's broken.

What is he waiting for?

He has to shoot.

It's not the right moment yet. -What an idiot.

Hey, look over there.

In the toilets.

Of all the seats to sit in.

I've waited years for this moment.

Behave. Watch the film.

What happened? -He's dead.

Turn on the lights. -There's a dead man.

Police. No one move.

Where are you going?

Listen.

Closed, closed.

Stop the film.

They're shouting down there.

Poor guy.

Don't stand there looking at him. Come here.

Don't be like this.

I'm not being like that. What can I do?

We can't.

We're stuck in here.

Okay, I'll call you back.

We're screwed.

Quiet. Be quiet.

I knew it would end like this.

It's your responsibility, you wanted it.

Quiet. -Don't I even have the right to talk?

I had a premonition.

I don't have the keys to open it, there's nothing I can do.

No weapons or anything else. -Continue.

Nothing, Inspector.

It's not very easy finding a gun in all this mess.

How many spectators were there? -54, including the deceased.

One guy didn't have a ticket. -We'll start with him.

You. -Me?

No, you. -Me?

Yes.

A comedy? -A tragedy.

Did you write it? -Yes, I did.

You weren't looking for anything else? -Nothing else.

I forgot my script yesterday, after rehearsals...

I'm also the director of the show. -Good...

What type of show? Off? Pop?

Under?

Classical.

Did you know the victim? -Never seen him before.

You bumped into him when you came in and you didn't even apologise.

I was in a hurry. -You were also in a hurry to leave...

After the shooting.

There were also other people running towards the exits...

They were all shaken up. More than me.

But they weren't hidden behind the stage...

Like you.

I had to deliver a manuscript to my editor, so I was in a hurry.

Are you also a writer?

Romance novels? -To be honest, I'm a sociologist.

Great.

It seems that during the screening...

You were watching the audience, instead of the film...

Doesn't that seem strange?

Not for a sociologist, I'm interested in the audiences reaction.

Then you may have noticed something the other people didn't see?

For example, that theatre director's movements in front of the stage?

I can't see beyond ten metres.

Pity.

Before entering the auditorium, the victim bought a drink.

Yes, he always does.

He used to.

Did he appear strange? Was he worried?

I don't know, I was studying. -Studying?

Yes, I study at work. -Great, great.

What are you studying? -Nuclear physics.

I'm sorry. Listen...

Can't you tell me anything useful?

I really don't think so.

But... -But?

Yes, I knew him. By sight.

Did he often come to the cinema? -Very often.

What else can you tell me about him?

Nothing else. -What type of films did he prefer?

All of them. The manager always said...

That if everyone was like him, the cinema wouldn't be in crisis.

The manager wanted to give him a discount be he refused...

A real gentleman. He preferred to pay full price.

Who did he usually come with? -Alone...

Always alone.

Do you think he was a real cineaste?

Or did he have some other... How do you say?

Mania? -I didn't understand the question?

I'll say it more clearly...

Did he often go to the toilet?

He wasn't... I'm sorry.

Perhaps you're confusing him with the other guy?

Tell me about this other guy?

It can happen to anyone, I really needed to go.

It must have been a real crisis, you were in the toilet all afternoon.

Who were you signalling? The victim?

I didn't make any signs.

Was there any competition between you and the victim?

I don't know what you're reffering to, stop these insinuations.

Who were you signalling? A friend?

An accomplice? -I repeat, I didn't make any signs.

If he did it, I didn't see him. I don't know what to say, Inspector.

What did those signals mean? -Still?

What did those signals mean? -I didn't see anything.

Who were you replying to with that foul gesture?

I didn't make any foul gestures.

How old are you? -16.

Let's go back to the beginning, I want an ordered account.

Tell me. -To be honest, I've nothing to ask you.

No, tell me. I want to be questioned.

If you have something to say?

No. But if you don't ask?

Madam. -You heard the inspector, let's go.

Quiet you. -I might call you back.

Now wait downstairs with the others. Be good.

He arrived...

And I changed seat.

It's clear. He was big, and I'm not.

I couldn't see the film. Right at the end.

Just before the crime. -You don't mean...

Then you turned to look at him. We have witnesses.

I wanted to see what that asshole looked like.

The poor guy.

I can't stand people who turn up right at the end, Inspector.

So...

I took out my gun...

Making the most of the gunshot on the screen...

I shot him straight in the heart. Then...

I swallowed the murder weapon with all of the bullets.

I'll have an x-ray if you don't believe me.

See if there's a doctor in the audience, he needs a sedative.

Madam. -Thank you.

I assure you I don't know this gentleman.

The film had already started when I arrived...

I sat next to this lady quite by chance.

Politti, get the kid from the bar.

Yes.

Great.

Great.

Would you repeat what you heard, please?

Sure. The lady said "We're screwed".

You're lying, I don't use that language.

And then? -The gentleman told her to be quiet.

It's not true, he's lying. -Let him finish.

Then we'll all know how this comedy ends...

You should never contradict a compulsive liar.

May I continue?

The woman started shaking. She said "I knew it would end like this".

I heard her clearly. -Then you confirm your declaration?

Sure, I confirm it.

Do you also confirm it?

You too. Everyone confirms it.

If that's the case, you can all go.

Not home, naturally.

My husband is waiting for me, it's almost dinner time.

There are telephones in the lobby...

I imagine your husband can survive without you for one evening.

Listen, Inspector. I was in the lobby when it happened.

I'm no good as a witness. My girlfriend is outside...

We haven't gone out for over a week...

I'm sorry, but you have to stay. You might be useful.

All I do is tear tickets in half, the show is already...

I bet you see their faces when you tear their tickets?

Well, yes. Sometimes thugs get in...

The ones who disturb the audience. They cut up the seats.

What do you do with them? -I dial 911.

Good. And this afternoon...

Did you see any cops come in?

Think back.

Give it some thought.

Yes, maybe. There were a couple.

But one of them left...

And the other one... -Could you describe them?

Cappoci , Aldo. Profession: investment broker.

Vinci, Roberto. Profession: Accountant.

Good, good.

The other one? -He had things to do.

Things to do? What? -Women.

Check their identity papers. Go back downstairs.

If only one of them would tell the truth.

It's incredible.

I don't want any more trouble with the police, got it?

No? -No.

It's forbidden. That's the law.

You're a fool. -No, you are.

Don't shout. That poor guy is still there.

Inspector. -Inspector, listen...

Excuse me, Inspector.

Will you tell him smoking is forbidden. -Let's not exaggerate...

Given the situation, smoke, drink and have some snacks...

This way I'll find you all more relaxed when I get back.

I'd like some toast and a beer.

Tell him we can't leave.

We can't move Captain. -What rubbish is this?

We're locked in. -Locked in?

Who by? Is someone in charge?

Yes. -Put him on immediately.

Yes, Captain.

Inspector.

The phone.

What do I do now? -I don't know...

It's chaos in here. -Then I'll go home.

No, wait. I might be able to leave

I'll ask again. -Open up, let us through.

I must get into the cinema, my wife's in there.

The murderer is still in there, that's for sure.

Many of them knew the victim. -But we didn't know him at all.

His identity papers?

Warn the station we'll be there a bit later...

And tell them to take that poor guy away as well.

And have forensics carry out a balsitics test.

It can't be true. It's all so...

So unbelievable.

Unbelievable, you say?

What time did he leave? -Around five, I believe.

He said he would be back for dinner, and then he was going out again.

Another film? -Yes, probably.

He watched two a day, sometimes even three.

He would watch the same film again if he liked it.

He had a good pension, an ex-civil servant.

He was always paid on time. -Great.

Did he ever have friends round? -No.

Women? -Never.

He was my best tenant.

The television kept him company.

Sometimes he would turn them both on at the same time.

Really. But he never disturbed anyone.

He was kind.

He would put these on and he kept the volume very low.

He knew all about these things...

All you had to do was ask him about a director...

And he'd tell you their life story.

He even knew the films they hadn't made...

He called them ideas from the drawer...

Often he'd say they were better than the films they'd made.

He'd call me sometimes...

"Look at these images, see how beautiful this expression is."

Like a child.

Once, he said to me...

"Do you know something..."

"Cavemen didn't know how to talk..."

"But they drew pictures."

"And we can still see them today..."

"We can see how things were thousands of years ago."

Inspector.

Look at this, it looks like a diary.

(?)

(?)

(?)

Did he write these things? -At night...

For hours.

But he paid a supplement for extra use of electricity.

A real gentleman.

Was he surly? Did he have enemies?

Former colleagues? -Him?

Neither enemies or friends.

One morning, I found him standing in front of this mirror...

Do you know what he said to me?

He was a bit extravagant, though.

He told me...

"This is my image, dear lady..."

"I've seen it everyday, since I was born..."

"But if makes me feel uncomfortable."

"If I know myself a little..."

"It's because I look at myself in the mirror everyday."

That's exactly what he said.

There must be something left to eat? -Ask the Inspector.

He's no help.

Tell me you were scared?

But you as well. -But you more than me.

But you as well.

We have to say something, the TV crews are here.

The chief of police can do it. A nice press conference...

He loves them.

Dear friend.

And the chief only talks if there's something to say.

With this type of case it's down to the deputy, unless you...?

What? Me in front of all those cameras?

I start to panic...

I'm not myself anymore.

Never mind.

In the meantime, get ready with the reconstruction.

They're coming out. -The deputy chief of police is there.

All I can tell you is this...

It's not a simple case but we're trying to solve it in time.

What does in time mean?

In a reasonably short space of time. -Are there any clues?

We're doing a reconstruction of the crime to reveal elements which may be decisive.

You mean to say you're going to project the film again?

The audience and staff will repeat their movements before and after the crime...

Even the most insignificant ones. -Will the children be sent home?

Absolutely not. Children are great observers...

And they're formidable witnesses.

What about these clues?

We have some clues, but we don't intend telling the press.

That's enough, I have to work as well.

Thank you.

What a drag. It had to be tonight.

The barman had given me an address of a restaurant...

I wanted to take you there. -I'm used to your changes of schedule.

Listen, I'm going. I've had enough.

Be good. Just wait a little longer.

We'll all go home soon, you'll see. -Controller, listen...

Instead of wasting time, go and look for a volunteer...

They'll have to sit in the victim's seat. -I'm here...

Faster than that? -Then hurry up.

Run.

Did you hear? Tell the journalists outside.

What a fanatic. -And give them a photograph of me.

Fanatic.

The one with me in my swimming trunks and a pipe.

Please come through, madam. You as well.

You as well, madam.

It will be too traumatic for him, I'm going to make a formal complaint.

Good, complain. In the meantime, be seated.

Come on, hurry up. You as well, thank you.

To your places.

Calmly. Let's remain calm.

Are you ready? -Ready.

Over here, come on. -No, you go first dear.

You...

Go to the toilets. -But I went later...

When the lights went out. -Go, go.

Tell him to go to his seat. -Yes, sir.

Go to your seat.

We'll talk about this later, this doesn't happen in other countries.

Inspector, that lady isn't in her place...

She was two rows back. -Thank you.

We can start. -Start.

Be good, first we'll watch the film, then I'll take you home.

Okay. Go, go.

...then I sat down over there. -Continue.

Was that okay?

Listen, it's your turn.

Look how happy he is. -Let's go in and see.

Thank you, lady.

Idiots.

A nation of idiots.

I've been waiting for this moment for years.

But he didnt...

But he didn't come that way before.

We have to go home. Understood?

We have to go home. I want to get out of this place.

They'll kill all of us.

Did you hear that?

Federico...

Let me in.

Let us through. Stand back.

It's not easy keeping them calm, chief.

We'll do our best. Yes, the press are furious...

They want information. Pardon?

The elderly, military and children?

Very well, chief.

Come on.

This is insane.

Calm down. Silence.

The elderly, military and children can go home, no one else...

No one else must leave the cinema.

Let me pass.

But you must shake, you have to respond.

Listen to me Inspector. -You listen to me...

Stop getting in the way or I'll have you tied to a seat.

I have a right to undestand, I want to understand.

Understood?

Please, don't insist.

If there are any developments you can call me at the station at any time.

Okay.

Can the elderly really go home? -Yes, you can go.

Did you hear what he said? Let's go.

No, I'm staying here, it's my right.

I paid for my ticket so I want to see the entire film.

Aren't you tired? -Tired?

I've never been so excited.

You must persuade her to leave, I have to take her home.

Eitherway, you'll have to stay here.

Why him?

Couldn't one of you sat in that damned seat?

The first and second victims knew each other well.

We could say they had one thing in common...

The seat they died in.

It would the challenge of a madman. -A madman with the gift of inivisibility.

None of us saw him.

With the elderly, military and children gone, there are 46 people left.

Come in. -Two people would like to see you.

Let them in. -Come in.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Please, have a seat.

Good, I see you got to know each other.

You've put us in a pickle, and you have time to be ironic?

We've decided to change our statements.

Fine. -I wouldn't say it's fine.

Unfortunately, the lady and I are married...

Not to each other, I must add.

I understand.

Because of this...

And only because of this...

We lied in our statements.

We wanted to hide a very private detail...

Because it had absolutely nothing to do with the two crimes.

It's full of journalists out there...

And her husband is socialite.

If the barman is willing to change his statement then I'm ready to apologise.

I don't care what it takes.

She already told her husband she happened to be passing the cinema...

When she was pushed inside by the police, in all the confusion...

But if my name is linked to hers...

I'm begging you, it was the first time...

I didn't want this to happen, believe me.

Gabriella!

I told you I didn't want to go the cinema...

Gabriella, don't be like this. -Don't touch me...

It's your fault. I don't know you anymore.

I'm sorry.

Have you had breakfast? -No, I...

May I?

Please forgive me, but this is my last cigarette.

We'll ask for more. -Good.

But before I light up in the morning, I usually...

I usually have a coffee. Me too.

If you have some patience, you'll get that as well.

Thanks.

I'm starting to feel like I'm at home. Thank you.

Federico.

How long had you been together? -Do you know anything?

Do you live close by? -Are you really pregnant?

When were you getting married? How old are you?

Are you coming with me? -No.

Stupid.

Did you know him well? -We worked together for eight years.

Do you want me to get something for you?

Yes, some water. Thank you.

It's been a long day. -I'd say so.

I heard they're going to send us home tonight.

Let's hope so, I can't take it anymore.

I've got an exam in ten days. -Me too.

I've got to catch up in two subjects, I live next to a cinema, what can I do?

We've got to try.

Tonight. -Tonight?

Be quiet now.

Tonight, as soon as it gets dark.

I'd like to speak to your superiors. -Wait there.

Come in.

Yes, chief. Certainly, chief.

As you command.

The chief of police wants to be kept informed about everything.

Is he the famous sociologist? -Famous, and...

So you've come to change your statement as well?

No, I just want to collaborate. -Better late than never.

I gave it a lot of thought before deciding to share my theory with you.

You already have a theory? -Water.

Last night, during your reconstruction, that is what you call it?

What's more, it was very interesting... -Can you spare us the details?

I noticed the fatal shot was aimed at the same seat the first victim sat in.

And it took you eight hours to make this wonderful discovery?

Did you work it out as well? I congratulate you.

So we can agree on one point...

The murderer, if we can call him that...

Shot at the same seat twice...

On which he hoped to find the first victim again.

From which he must have been provoked in some way.

I don't know if I've been clear? -Not really, but it's okay...

Thank you very much, and if we need you...

To be honest, I haven't finished, it's just the start of my theory.

It's just the start, let him finish.

Thank you.

You have to know that the first victim is just a medium...

Like a medium in a seance.

Contact has already been established.

The provocation had its effect.

So I would advise you, if you have plans for more reconstructions...

Something I find incredibly interesting, to put a mannequin in that seat.

Otherwise, the only way to leave this cinema...

And I'm not talking about me, I'd gladly stay here...

Will be in a coffin.

This time I think I've been much clearer.

Now, yes. I recognise it.

Keep yourself at our disposal. Thank you.

Shall I call a shrink? -No.

He's harmless, but keep an eye on him.

Forgive me, gentlemen.

But I forgot the most important thing...

The hole.

Is there or isn't there a hole in the screen?

No hole. Don't worry.

Are you sure? Have you checked it properly?

If there's a ladder, I could check.

Give him a ladder, give him what he wants.

Thank you.

The food will be delivered at 12:30.

The menu won't be anything exceptional, but if you want something in particular?

There's a great restaurant near here.

(Another Victim)

What is he doing? -Look over there.

Where? -There on the stage.

The hole. I found the hole!

The hole. -He found the hole.

What did he say? -He says he found the hole.

I found it.

There's still some gunshot residue.

The screen is ruined.

Now it's clear. The killer fired from up there.

That's absurd.

The stage was full of police officers and none of them saw the killer.

Let me tell you, they weren't looking above their own height...

The killer could have easily hidden himself up there.

He could have used a ladder.

But it was full of policemen. -He didn't need a ladder.

You seem a lot more astute than him, listen to me, I need to talk to you.

Do you take me for a fool?

Murderers.

I want to leave.

Let me out of here.

The director is only a director.

The two lovers are just lovers.

The guy in the toilets, well, we understand.

They all have something to hide...

But none of them have two dead bodies on their conscience.

Well?

They were all suspects after the first murder...

Now, none of them are. -Do you want to send them home?

What else can we do? Keep them in quarantine?

I don't feel up to making a decision like that...

The chief of police.

Am I disturbing you?

I just got off the phone to the prime minister...

If I told you how much he appreciates your little opera...

I'm sure you'd lose your appetite.

Colonel Luciferi, Ministry of Defence.

I was hoping he was the forensic scientist.

We still don't know the results of the autopsy?

What do you expect to find? That he died from a heart attack?

If we knew the results... -Turn it off.

We could at least recover the bullets from his body...

And have them analysed. -It's already been done.

But balistics haven't worked anything out yet...

Evidently the bullets were made overseas...

And I exclude that they were made by a country allied to NATO.

Do you think they could be?

This is why the Ministry of Defence has intervened.

Don't torment yourself, Inspector...

From this moment on, I'm taking over the investigation with the Colonel's help.

Can you tell me anything about the victims' political status?

To be honest...

I'd also like an extremist group, possibly from another planet...

...to take credit for both crimes. -Don't be a smart ass.

I'm not.

However, the youth working in the cinema is the only member of a trade union...

And, like the old guy, he wasn't involved in politics.

The old guy, you may not know this...

Worked in the Ministry of Defence for thirty years.

I did know. He dealt with accounts, not missiles.

And he only had one passion, cinema, television, photography.

Well?

Well, nothing.

There's guy in the cinema, a sociologist.

A lunatic. -According to him...

I won't tell you again, finish your meal...

And supervise the screening of the film.

You were right, chief...

I've lost my appetite.

There's a committe out here that wishes to speak to someone.

They've been waiting a while. -What does that mean?

Have fun.

The general assembly, including the cinema staff...

Has elected these two people to represent them...

(?)

Fine. Please leave.

It's been over 24 hours, they're starting to get nervous.

Soap, electric razors, deodorants...

Are you kidding? -Does it look like it?

There are forty six of us. Either you work with us...

Or you allow us to call our lawyers. Then we'll be 92.

Newspapers, magazines, twelve televisions...

Why so many? -Two state channels...

Four foreign channels and six local ones makes twelve...

This way we call all watch what we want...

And the pass the time in the best way possible.

We'll take care of it. -Thank you.

The rations left a lot to be desired.

But you can see it clearly. It's better now.

I can't take it anymore.

They're watching cartoons. -It's true.

Let's go and watch them.

What's on the other channels? -I don't know, I haven't looked.

War programmes. -They're talking about us.

Your film has been receiving a lot of attention locally and abroad...

What are you going to do? Re-release it?

Actually, I'm preparing a new version of the film for first-run theatres...

Everyone wants to see it now.

Has all this talk about it being a cursed film got you thinking?

Why? I didn't kill them...

The film is healthy, it's even suitable for children.

But regarding that word, 'cursed'...

It's given me an idea. Why not?

(?)

A suspense movie? -Sure...

A film that goes against the public's expectations, ala Hitchcock.

What are you doing? -Studying...

Making the most of this imprisonment. -Do you mind if we sit with you?

It's so boring out there. -They're all watching TV.

Close the door.

I've got a surprise.

Iced coffee. I put it aside for my friends.

May I? -No...

First the kid, then you.

Can I give you may place? -No, I'll wait, thanks.

Right. We've got so much time.

Cigarette?

Fine.

Are you better now?

To be honest, I'm still a bit shaken up.

I can believe it, poor girl. -Quiet, you.

You can't understand. -What have I done wrong?

It's your turn.

I need to talk to you.

I'm just a poor lunatic, you said it first...

And the other guy. Or have you changed your mind?

I'm all out of ideas...

So much so that I want to hear the second part of your theory...

If you ask me...

Come on, follow me.

It's quieter down here.

What do you want to know?

You were telling me the murderer didn't need a ladder.

Why do you persist in calling him a murderer?

The newspapers are saying they could be in there for up to ten days.

It was on TV as well.

And your profession?

Put down 'various'.

Good, good...

I've been informed they have a file on you at the station that's quite scary...

But you have to remove one small curiosity...

What were you doing in this cinema? -I like westerns.

Good. But one of you left.

I told you Inspector. Women.

Listen, truth is...

We met here because we were meeting a friend later.

Who? A name?

Take them underneath the stage and keep an eye on them...

Bring them back here if they decide to talk.

Those two are involved with drugs.

But they've got nothing do with this case.

You decide, either you're a sociologist, or a policeman?

May I? -You can.

You as well? -Liqueur

Me too.

You still think I'm crazy, be honest.

However, to be outside of normality accepted by everyone...

Doesn't necessarily mean someone's crazy.

Listen...

Give me some proof. Just one thing...

And I'll make you a statue.

You already have some proof...

Two dead bodies.

Or are we waiting for a third?

We know less than before. -At this point...

I believe my presence here is pointless. Gentlemen.

If that lunatic... Admitting that he is a lunatic...

Cut it out. Don't mention him again.

Wake everyone up, I want them in their positions in half an hour.

Another reconstruction?

Yes, and I assure you no one will shoot from behind the screen...

Because I'll put an entire platoon on that damned stage...

And a ladder. And the best marksman we've got.

What's the point if the killer isn't willing to take anymore risks?

We're doing it to show once and for all...

That we're dealing with a killer. A person, that's all...

No magic. No supernatural mysteries...

No other wizardry.

Otherwise I'll go crazy as well.

And after?

After...

After, we'll see. We'll start all over again...

But with our feet on the ground.

We all need to keep our feet on the ground.

I'll ask for mannequin.

Then you haven't understood a thing...

I'll sit in that damned seat.

This is a challenge, dear God. And I accept.

He's crazy. He should be tied up.

This is getting monotonous. -I was referring to the chief of police.

This is the chief of police...

Unlike the previous reconstructions you must remain calmly in your seats...

After this last attempt, you'll all go home to your families...

I will personally sit in that damned seat.

I repeat, no one must move...

You don't have to repeat your movements from the previous reconstructions...

Thank you for your collaboration.

I'm warning you, Carboni, the screen was too dark last time.

Turn it on.

(?)

Get out of here.

Everything ready? -Yes, sir.

Start the film. -Right away.

Start.

Start it.

You were right, he really is nuts.

Call the chief, I have the balistics report.

Later. -They told me it was urgent.

Wait here, I can't disturb him until the film has finished.

I've waited years for this moment.

No, no... Look!

It's not stopping.

It stopped by itself.

It's not possible. My God.

Yes, Excellency. Everyone out...

Yes, I'll have the film brought in.

It's urgent. The balistics report.

It's absurd.

Call the lab.

This must be a mistake.

What the hell have you written?

No, there's no mistake. Believe me.

I can confirm it, the typist copied my report...

Word for word.

Yes, word for word. -Don't talk rubbish...

A Colt revolver from 1863?

You wrote 8 instead of 9, you're out by over a century.

I wrote 8 because I had to write 8.

The crimes were committed using a Colt revolver made in 1863.

Check the bullets, we've got them at the station.

Do you know when they used those guns? During the American civil war.

Do you know what that lunatic the chief of police said to me? (?)

The weapon we're looking for comes from very far away...

And the chief of police (?)

The press conference is ready. When you're ready.

(?) resignation.

May I have your telephone number?

No, I don't have a telephone number at the moment...

I'm sorry. -Goodbye.

Sometimes I end up believing, just like everyone else...

That the devil is poking fun at us.

Somone was complicating things on purpose...

And renders it more difficult.

We're always quick to lay blame on the devil when...

What else should I believe?

Shall we go? I'm very tired.

Another two minutes, please...

The time it takes to explain the third and final part of my theory.

You'll never convince me, it's time wasted.

But why? Try to see sense...

Men continously self destruct with the machines they themselves create.

Weapons, cars and many other things they are both master and slave of...

Which they consciously identify with.

Are you interested in science-fiction?

What?

Are you interested in science-fiction? -Not much, but yes I've read something.

Then you must have read that great story by Ray Bradbury...

I don't wish to do anything except look, listen and sniff...

Will you explain yourself?

Yes, you see...

There's a room in a house where the children go to play...

And what a game.

The four walls are made up of four large television screens...

They reproduce images of their thoughts and desires.

So?

So the children create an image of an African landscape on the walls...

With lions, vultures and everything else.

In short...

They lock their parents in the room, the lions escape from the screens...

And they devour them.

Clear? -No, it's not clear.

But it it were, then it would be science-fiction.

Jules Verne also wrote about science-fiction...

With submarines and aeroplanes that hadn't been invented yet.

And about men going to the moon.

Cigarette? -I don't smoke, thank you.

How come the images humanity feeds itself... (?)

Shouldn't also feed us as well? (?)

Look at the anteater, it spends its entire life thinking about ants...

It sniffs them out, it hunts them...

Then, when it's full up (?)

(?) it allows itself to be eaten by them.

Ants are living things, they're real.

So are those images.

(?) in front of a mirror...

And you look at yourself.

Your reality.

(?) the mirror breaks...

What do you see of your reality now the image has disappeared?

Nothing of nothing.

Come. Come and have a look.

If I tell you imagination is sometimes superior to reality...

You would agree, I hope? -I agree.

Then why don't you want to admit that images, like imagination...

Can be more powerful than reality?

It's just a play on words.

Do you think so?

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