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Oh yes, I'm gonna catch you red-handed tonight lady.

She's totally bonkers! Holy shit!

Back off, bitch!

Hey, you! Go on, come closer...

Welcome to Hell!

A payment for your vice.

VICE DOES NOT EQUAL SIN, AND HONESTY KNOWS NO SHAME...

Hey!

A payment for your vice.

- I want you. - How come?

I feel so hot...

Let's go.

I'm available.

Yes...

Yes...

Oh, yes...

I'll do anything you want for free, boys...

Everything has a price here.

- For fuck's sake... - That gal is ruining our business.

Get it on, boys, don't forget I'm all free...

All units on the scene.

Go around the house then converge back here.

You stay here.

Go, go, go!

I want you so much, I'll do everything for free...

Yeah! Teach her how we run our honest business!

No, please, don't...

Don't hurt me.

Right on! Slash her face!

Your days of screwing for free are over.

You'll work for a profit, like every whore from hell.

And we'll take seventy percent of your earnings.

Speak up or you're dead!

Hands off!

It's the fuzz!

Scram, hurry!

- Arrest them! - Scram! Hurry!

- Freeze! - No! Leave me alone!

- Move it! - No! Let me go!

- Take your hands off me! - Zip it!

- Asshole cops! - Quick, let's make a run for it!

Over and out.

Hold it! Where do you think you're going?

- Freeze! You're under arrest! - No!

No, please! Don't arrest me!

- I didn't do anything! I'm sick! - Yeah, right!

You're one of them whores, and that's why I'm arresting you.

That's what you were doing here, clear as day.

I'm not a prostitute!

- Let me go! - Cut it out!

You were with that crowd, what's the point of telling me you aren't a whore?

I was looking for somebody!

I just happened to be there, I swear!

Please let me go!

- I'm sick... - Sick, huh?

- Well, well... - I was there because I'm sick!

I've.. I've got a medicine for you right here.

No...

Here's the medicine just for you.

Look at me.

- Look at me, I said! - No...

I bet you're enjoying this, huh?

Look at me!

Look! At! Me!

Come on...

You slut.

No...

No!

Now beat it. Get outta my sight.

Francesco, I brought you some breakfast.

Francesco, breakfast's ready.

Francesco?

Just leave the tray, thank you.

Francesco, your mother's here.

She said your publisher asked a lawyer to write you a letter.

You were supposed to finish your novel by June.

I'll never be able to, with you two constantly riding my ass!

I only told you what your mom said.

- I mean, maybe you should... - I should what?!

- You should... - Say it! Spit it out already!

Got any special tips to write my new bestseller, huh?

Any special advice to get my inspiration back?

Stop busting my balls, dammit!

You and your half-assed concern!

Not mentioning your fake tears!

I'm just a motherfucking, good for nothing cripple!

That's what I really am!

You weren't like this before...

You were never like this...

Arabella, please, stop crying.

It won't always be so bad.

Stop tormenting yourself.

His car accident wasn't your fault.

I love him.

I've loved him since the day we first met.

I can swear it to the both of you.

He loves you too.

I know my son.

I'd like to talk to him.

Would you like me to stay for dinner?

Of course, Mother. With you here, he may open up.

No storm lasts forever. The sun will always shine again.

The doorbell is ringing.

I'm going to see who it is.

I'm coming.

Who is it?

- Is this Mrs. Veronesi? - Yes, it's me. Can you show your face?

I'm a friend from Hell.

I have something to give you.

You were telling the truth, you're no whore.

I found out about your wealth, your social status and your husband.

And at night you turn into a naughty girl. Here.

What's your price?

We'll talk about that later.

Right now I'll settle for an encore of last night, what do you say?

No...

Please, leave me alone...

I could have a little chat with your husband, if you wish.

"Hey Mr. Husband, I'm Alfonso De Rosa from the Vice Squad."

How does it sound?

No...

- No... - Come on...

Not here, my husband could see us. Follow me.

You smell like lavender...

Why do you wear these damn jeans?

- You look better in skirts. - Wait, I'll do it.

Aye aye, ma'am.

Yesterday we met in Hell.

But today I'm taking you to Heaven.

Damn, you're so gorgeous you don't even look real.

Francesco?

Francesco?

- Francesco, where are you going? - I'll be right back.

Arabella get out of there, hurry! We'll take care of him later!

The two of us weren't talking anymore.

Our relationship was all about sweet memories.

At night I would stop being your wife and turn into something else.

The darkness had become my accomplice.

I would turn into a creature from a crime story.

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

Like your first bestseller "Black Angel."

You remember that one? I'm just like her.

I'm not exaggerating, Francesco.

I'm an angel of the night.

I'm like one of your creations.

Angel by day, looking for sin at night.

What are we gonna do now?

I should just turn myself in.

You want a divorce?

I'll never leave you.

You're my wife.

You killed for me.

And you did it to cover a scandal that'd have destroyed my career.

I love you.

We buried the body, but what if they find it one day?

I won't let anyone dare to harm my beloved Arabella.

Not while ol' Francesco is here to protect her.

Don't you worry.

But... I mean, that guy was a cop...

Somebody is bound to report he's gone missing.

A cop, sure, but a blackmailing one.

Nobody will ever look for him here.

Now kiss me.

This is an answering machine, please leave your message.

Shit, three calls in a row and I'm still getting this fucking answering machine.

I only wanted to tell you that the cop...

... who screwed Mrs. Veronesi is the one reported missing.

You see a connection?

I think so. I reckon we should talk about this.

Bastards...

Lean times and weird times, eh?

You new around here?

Can I offer you a drink?

I'd prefer a fuck.

The lady knows what she wants.

She has taste.

- Your place or mine? - Yours. Lead the way, hunk.

I'll be right behind you.

- Good luck. - I'm super lucky tonight, pal!

Yeah, gimme a good show, babe.

This room ain't cheap, you know, make it worth it.

Uncork that sucker.

Yeah, just like that...

Goon...

Hold it right there...

Don't stop, keep doing it...

Yes, drink it...

Drink...

Yes...

Got ya...

Oh, yes...

Yes...

Yes...

Oh, yes...

Sweet...

Be sweet...

Oh, yes, I want it...

I want it...

Well?

Zilch, nothing at all.

VICE SQUAD OFFICER ALFONSO DE ROSA IS MISSING

Yes?

Golden brown and just right!

"That man did not mean anything to her, he was only flesh.

He noticed her wedding ring and asked if she was married.

The girl replied to stop asking questions.

"This room ain't cheap, make it worth it', was his only answer."

That boy just said that to me!

Here I am!

Piping-hot biscuits and a nice jasmine tea!

The perfect snack for a working boy.

- You're exhausting. - I think it was a great idea, mom.

I'd love to hear the plot of your new novel.

These biscuits are great, mom.

Put that down.

You wouldn't like reading that, it's pretty shocking.

Listen, you smart aleck...

...lwo husbands, two kids, I know what life is like!

There's nothing in this world that can shock me.

Not at my age, at least.

These faces all look alike.

That poor guy must have returned late at night.

- 1 didn't even lock the entrance. - Too bad.

- Keep yourself available for further questioning. - Sure.

She's here.

- Double ketchup, right? - Of course.

Good man.

Good morning.

Good morning, Sergeant.

Nasty sight, huh?

Would you like a bite?

Care to fill me in on what exactly happened here?

Sure. It looks like a slaughterhouse 'cause the killer cut the victim's cock off.

Sorry, I meant.. the penis.

The er... member.

Nuts including.

You feel ill?

- Sorry? - The bathroom's over there.

Inspector Gina Falco might have balls of steel, but women are always the same.

Jesus! No!

Inspector! What's happened?

Inspector! Inspector!

Are you okay?

It's fine. I'm coming.

- Something wrong? - Nothing. Just a bit nauseous.

- No clues, Sergeant? - No clues, Inspector.

BODY FOUND EMASCULATED INA HOTEL ROOM - THE VICTIM WAS NICKNAMED "THE COWBOY"

I didn't kill him.

I believe you. Sit down, come on.

It was probably some maniac, or maybe a burglar.

He could have killed me, too, if I had stayed there a little longer.

- Honey... - 1 don't want to go to that kind of place anymore.

Honey, I'll give you something to defend yourself.

This coincidental death will play a big part in my new novel.

You sure you're in the right place?

Yes, this is it.

Here's your fare.

Gee, I wonder where she's goin'...

I know who you are!

You don't scare me!

I want you to stop killing!

No...

No, not like this...

No...

No, why me?

No...

Why me?

No...

No...

No, you can't do this to me.

You don't have to.

No...

No!

No...

No!

Gina! Darling!

What's wrong?

I felt so scared!

Calm down, it was only a nightmare. I'll make you some tea.

No, don't leave me! Stay here!

Lie down and relax, we both need some sleep.

My shift starts at seven, darling.

I don't want to go back to sleep. Not right away.

I don't want to face that nightmare again.

Then what you need is a sedative, Inspector.

Stop pushing me, Agnese!

Come here.

Come on.

I have a big secret to tell you.

A big secret? Wow, it sounds so cool.

I love other people's secrets.

It's an anguish that I have carried in my heart for so many years.

But now, with all these scissor murders,

everything is coming back to me.

What do you mean?

Promise me you won't reveal to anyone what I'm about to tell you, ever.

I promise.

Well, it...

It happened so long ago.

I was very, very young then.

I remember that...

Arabella?

Arabella?

Arabella...

Why did you write that thing?

Why did you write I killed that boy?

I didn't do it.

The thought never crossed my mind.

It's just one of the main plot twists of my novel.

There's only room for one killer in my story.

But that's what happened to that boy! He was killed by someone else!

I can see it in your eyes, you're convinced I'm the only killer.

Tell me.

Why are people so mean to me?

I don't know, but I believe "Black Angel" could become a bestseller again.

You only want to convince me I'm a murderer at heart!

- Wait, I... - No!

Francesco! Are you hurt?

Please, forgive me...

Forgive me...

I love you.

Boy, I'm damn aroused right now.

- Move it. - Keep walkin'.

- Stop fucking pushing me! - Move it, we ain't got all day!

Fucking pigs can't help but shove me around!

- Keep walking, buddy. - I'd throw ya off the force!

Stop fucking laughin' at me, pigs!

Good morning, Inspector.

- Good morning, Inspector. - Morning.

- I have somethin' to tell you, Inspector. - Not now, I'm busy.

I didn't steal that bike, I swear.

- Good morning, Inspector. - Hello, Inspector.

Good morning.

I keep telling you, I didn't steal that damn bike.

- Good morning, Inspector! - Morning.

POLICE INSPECTOR IS THE DAUGHTER OF A "MURDERER"

Why, good morning.

How could you do this to me?

It's not my fault your mother killed your father...

... by castrating him with a pair of scissors.

She was the jealous type.

Guess this explains your disgust toward males. Again, not my fault.

It was a secret.

Oh, give me a break, it's still free publicity, see?

"Gina Falco, 30, is a pretty, relentless homicide detective from Florence.

Her troubled family past shares some similarities with the recent murders."

Why did you do it?

I had two good reasons.

One is that the money that newspaper gave me was more than I make with five salaries.

It was a secret...

It was a secret.

Yeah, you already said that.

The second reason was that you're too emotionally unstable for this case.

I hope they'll remove you from it and put me in charge, as a matter of fact.

You had me promoted as your deputy a couple weeks ago, after all.

I thought women were supposed to be better than men.

This sounds like typical lesbian bias, my dear.

Chief's looking for you, Inspector.

Chief's waiting, Inspector.

- Sorry? - The chief wants to speak with you.

Best of luck, Inspector.

Police HQ speaking.

I'd like to speak with Inspector Falco.

Inspector Falco? Right away, Ma'am.

Yes?

Yes, this is Inspector Falco speaking.

Who is it?

- Am I really speaking with Gina Falco? - Yes.

I'd like you to introduce yourself now, if you will.

I'm asking again: are you really Gina Falco?

I already stated my identity!

- Who are you? - I want to meet you.

- I have plenty of things to tell you. - Something concerning the scissor murders?

Oh, yes. I have so many things to tell you, Inspector.

Give me a place and a date, then.

Sign the receipt, please.

Wait.

Thanks very much.

The weather will be mostly cloudy, with rain showers throughout the day and...

What's wrong?

Today's temperature will be in the high...

You're crying.

No, I'm just cutting onions.

What's that?

A gift for Arabella.

How much time will I need?

How much time for what?

To feel like a functioning husband again.

That'll be a day of celebration.

I've been removed from the case.

You're in charge now, at least for the moment.

Officer Agnese Bordoni will assist you.

What a pickle. No clues, nothing.

Unless there's something useful you haven't told me yet.

Lust.

That's the motive behind the murders, Sergeant.

A murderer is often an individual who suffers.

But it's something you can't understand if you haven't suffered yourself.

I don't follow you.

I joined the force to cleanse the shame I felt for a family crime.

Good luck.

I'm not so sure I made the right choice anymore.

Wear it.

Between us, you're the real lunatic.

What do you mean?

You're so beautiful.

How about now?

Yes...

You're just like my Black Angel.

I'm not your Black Angel! I am not!

I'm not your Black Angel!

Why did you say that?

Why do you keep comparing me to that? Why?

No, I didn't.

You are what you are.

Hot and sexy...

Your existence is devoted to sex.

You're just like the characters in my novels.

Yes, I'm asking you to do it one last time.

I have already written how and where it'll happen.

You must do it.

Make it happen, I beg you.

Show me you can do it.

You are...

You are...

You are...

I am what I am.

I am what I am.

You're my living novel.

Lunch is....

I guess lunch can wait.

Yes?

I... I need to see you.

I don't care what happened between us.

I'm kinda in a rush, so save your breath and fuck off.

Let's get back together.

You were the most tragic mistake I've made in my life.

Who are you waiting for, you slut?

Cat got your tongue?

You've already replaced me, haven't you?

With someone well over six feet. He's got everything you lack, dear.

You whore!

Bitch!

Scram the fuck away from here, now!

I'm gonna make you pay for everything!

Go fuck yourself, you filthy dyke!

You're gonna pay for everything!

Liar...

Liar...

Liar...

Despite the new construction, normal traffic flow is scheduled to return soon.

In other news, police have reached a major break in the scissor murders case.

Inspector Gina Falco, still at large, is now the primary suspect.

The mutilated body of Falco's lover Agnese Bordoni was found yesterday.

Falco's past was marred by something dark.

A tragedy that has likely damaged her psyche.

This is the place?

Itis.

- You're a wanted woman, Inspector. - I know this.

Give me twenty-four hours and I'll solve the scissor murders case.

You'll get all the credit.

Okay. Twenty-four hours.

- Go now. - Thank you.

- Excuse me, I have to go to apartment number six! - Okay, go then...

- You know her? - Nope.

Well, she looked stable at least.

Go on, keep trailing me...

This time, I'm gonna make you pay, you bastard murderer.

Here's your coffee.

How did you manage to find me, my dear girl?

That little boy is your kid brother.

He's thirty now, and a successful writer.

You may have heard of him.

Francesco Veronesi.

I was looking for you, Mom.

Ever since I became a cop, I did all I could to find you.

I heard about Francesco only after discovering your whereabouts.

After leaving that ghastly institution, I tried finding you.

They all told me you had to stay with your adoptive family.

But I've seen you in the papers and on TV.

We must go now.

We must hurry.

We're already so late.

Let's go, Gina.

Late for what?

I read your brother's manuscript.

Arabella is going to dive back into the night.

Looking for pleasure once again.

I have a feeling something terrible is about to happen, maybe a murder.

You can't be serious, Mom!

There's no time to waste.

We must help Arabella.

Protect her!

That cursed place has a strange name.

People call it...

They call it "Avenue of Whores."

I know where itis, it's a place out of town.

We must go there immediately!

There's not a minute to waste!

Come on, Gina!

All right, Mom.

We'll go there immediately.

Fifty, but I'm not taking my glove off.

Hop in.

- You look good. - Thanks.

- Where to? - A secluded corner.

Make a right turn.

I really have to make this phone call, mom.

I must alert HQ I won't be back for a while.

Finding Arabella comes first, naturally.

Hurry up, dear, please.

Could you also bring me a coffee, please?

I don't care if I have to drink it out of a paper cup.

All right, Mom.

One coffee, please. Can I use your phone?

Sure, let me bring you our phone.

She's real sick.

No, no.

No, she wasn't cured at all.

Yes, of course.

We'll be there in fifteen minutes tops.

Hello? I need to speak with Sergeant Scognamiglio, please.

I'm Inspector Gina Falco.

What? He's gone home? Okay, then give me his home number, and pronto.

She thinks I'm crazy.

Poor Gina.

You must punish the wicked. Punish them for good.

You shall not commit a sin of lust.

You shall not. Never ever.

Male prostitutes? There's about a hundred in that areal

We'll never find her!

Let me handle it. I know who the murderer is!

- Where are you? - Sisto Gotti Café. Come pick me up.

I'm on my way.

Yes...

Oh, yes...

Nice booty, isn't it?

I got thirty centimeters of heaven waiting for you, Gran.

Laugh while you can, kid.

You can't imagine what I could do to that piece of heaven of yours.

You'll burn in hell, all of you.

You're all going to hell.

Who's there?

Show yourself!

I'm not scared of you!

What do you want from me?

Francesco...

Don't look at me that way.

I'm not a murderer.

I thought you were in danger, that's why I followed you.

- And your injuries? - twas all...

It was all a game.

A cowardly game, if you will.

But I had writer's block.

That's when I started wondering how it'd have felt to pretend being crippled.

To pretend being physically and mentally damaged.

And to learn how to walk again after rising from the ashes with my new book.

Like a miracle, a miracle of a bestseller.

You asshole! All you can think about is creating bestsellers!

- I want to fuck you right here! - No!

Yes, right where you screwed that other guy!

Take your hands off me!

I'm sick of your novels! Sick of being used for your depraved inspiration!

- You're a very sick woman. - No!

You're a nymphomaniac.

This is what I like the most about you!

This is why I married you.

Married!

You're the one who needs me!

- Imma screw you right here! - No!

- No... - Right where you fucked that boy!

I'm gonna get you screwed by every man in the areal

And I'm gonna watch every second of it!

Yes, this is what I'll make you do.

And you'll do it!

You'll do it!

Francesco...

- No! - Francesco!

I only wanted to tell you that the cop...

... who screwed Mrs. Veronesi is the one reported missing.

You see a connection?

I think so. I reckon we should talk about this.

- Hey. - Hi.

- Thank you, Doctor. - It's my duty, Inspector.

I cannot wrap my head around the fact that you still want to live in this house.

I've been happy living here with Francesco.

Yes, but... I mean, this place is also filled with bad memories.

You know what, those might actually help your healing process.

I don't have to heal from anything.

Darling...

Darling, you've spent the past six, horrible months in a private hospital.

You really loved Francesco.

I can understand it.

Yes, I truly loved him.

He was my brother.

Half-brother, actually.

He was born from my mother's second husband.

Your half-brother?

I recently read his posthumous novel, "Black Angel."

Sure, it's first on the bestseller list, but it's such a horrible book.

I hope you don't mind me saying that.

Black Angel is just a fantasy heroine.

Yeah, thankfully!

That's one schizophrenic novel, just like its author's mother.

Those two were obsessed with sex.

Because they never understood it.

Well, it looks like you're my only remaining relative.

I must go now. Take care of yourself.

I'll come visit you tomorrow.

Bye.

BLACK ANGEL

VICE DOES NOT EQUAL SIN, AND HONESTY KNOWS NO SHAME...

Subtitled by Francesco Massaccesi