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Galeazzo…

Galeazzo… Where is he?

What a headache!

What time is it?

Galeazzo… Where did he go?

Galeazzo, where are you?

Galeazzo, stop playing games!

I told you to stop playing games.

You know I don’t like this.

Please!

Come on, this isn’t fun!

- These are the servants. - Right.

Who’s this lady?

- She used to live with the marquis. - Ah! I see…

She was in the house, but she is clueless.

She slept all night.

- What about the help? - They were fired

after a strange event happened yesterday.

- A strange event? - Yes.

Let’s have her tell you.

Excuse me, Miss.

Would you mind telling Mr. Chief

what you told me about the movie?

Excuse me…

So?

Excuse me, I’m too shocked. Nicola was here too.

Nicola, tell them please.

I’ll tell you in order, Sir.

Yesterday at seven o’clock, poor Marquis was here,

by the gramophone, with Miss Diana.

Marvelous!

Mr. Marquis!

What’s up, Nicola? I’m busy, don’t bother me.

They brought this.

- What’s that? - A box.

- I see that! What’s inside? - I don’t know. We should open it.

Open it! What are you waiting for?

He’s really stupid. He’s lucky there is a shortage of butlers

or I’d have already kicked him out!

- Mr. Marquis, it’s a reel. - Veal?

Veal? But I don’t eat veal!

- You eat veal? - Never!

- And so? - It’s a reel of film.

Ah! A movie!

A movie? Do you mind? Let me see.

"Diabolicus Film". What does this mean?

Ah! I see! It must be one of those companies

that make those kind of movies…

Dirty, diabolic, naughty.

- Things from Paris… - Eh yes, Paris!

How dare you? Who asked you to talk?

Why such confidence? Stay in your place!

- Nicola! Get the projector. - I will.

Right now. Immediately. Don’t hesitate.

He’s hesitating!

Viscount Alibrandi sent it to me.

When he went to Paris, I asked him to send me

one of those diabiolic naughty movies.

How dear is Alibrandi!

- Do you remember him? - No.

Oh come on! That big tall guy, a little short…

- He has a nose… - No.

Some minutes later, everything was ready for the projection to begin.

Parisian ladies.

That is not a woman, that’s a man!

I see! It’s one of those strange French movies…

This must be the husband of the wife.

- What is he doing? - Getting naked.

The man is getting naked?

Alibrandi played a trick on me then.

Do not look!

- Let me see. - The man?

Since when do you like male strippers?

Shut up, let me look.

How boring, he has too much to take off.

This man is disgusting me!

- Can you stop? - But it’s disgusting.

- Who is he? - It’s you!

Me? You’re right, it’s me!

This is crazy!

- What happens now? - That’s my desk.

They shot this without me knowing.

Maybe in absentia!

- Who’s that? - The bogeyman!

There’s something written.

- "Diabolicus". - He’s holding a knife!

Yes, that’s a knife. Stop! What are you doing?

"Marquis Galeazzo will die at Diabolicus’ hand."

Mr. Marquis got very upset about that film.

He called Alibrandi for an explanation,

but he told him that he didn’t send him any reel

and that he’d never dare to play such a joke.

Actually, it wasn’t a joke.

Mr. Marquis got upset and blamed the staff.

He fired us all, and stayed at home alone with Miss.

Yes, it’s true. We stayed home all evening.

And then?

Around 10:30, I started to feel like my head was heavy,

like if I took a sleeping pill.

And this morning I woke up with headache and a bitter mouth.

Tell us more about last night.

That’s it, I told you.

Galeazzo escorted me to my room…

I don’t remember. I must have fallen asleep right away.

Sleep isn’t a good alibi.

- What do you mean? - Mr. Marquis was rich.

You could get a large inheritance.

That could be a good reason to kill.

You think I’d be so stupid to do this?

Why not?

Poor Galeazzo decided to leave everything to me.

He’d write his will in a few days.

You don’t believe me?

Ask the notary.

I see that you already know.

Yes, the late Marquis expressed the intention

of making Miss Diana his sole heir.

We scheduled an appointment for next Thursday.

- Do you want to see my planner? - No.

Do you know if he had another will?

No! He’d talk to me about it.

All of his possessions go to his siblings then.

They didn’t know that he was about to change his will.

Of course they knew!

- Did they know? - Sure!

Mr. Marquis hated his siblings.

And the feeling was mutual.

A few days ago he wrote four letters, one to each sibling.

Do you know what was written?

Yes, I read them.

Letters as sharp as razors.

Poor Marquis, he had a good sense of humor!

It’s clear! One of the siblings, scared to lose the inheritance,

and upset by the letter, went there and…

- No. - Why not?

No, the Torrealta’s siblings can’t be suspected.

They are a great family!

THE INCONSOLABLE BROTHERS

Eh, yes…

It’s easy to say that we must suspect everyone.

It’s impossible with those people.

What can we do?

Let’s start with General Torrealta.

He’s a hero, a marvelous fighter.

He fought in Abissinia, Spain, Russia.

He has a frozen arm and his chest is full of medals.

You’re right,

he’s above any suspect.

Sir…

What about the professor?

The surgeon?

Don’t you know he’s a genius

who spent his life saving human lives?

And now we come and say he killed his brother?

- I didn’t say that. - Yes, you did!

You want to make a mess in the medical association.

Sir…

What about the Baroness?

She’s pious, almost a saint.

- Don’t you see her suffering? - Yes.

It’s painful.

- I’m shocked! - Yes, it’s disturbing.

Do you know how many charity committees she’s the patron of?

Uncountable. She’s an angel.

Let’s not talk about this any longer.

- And so… - So what?

No, I mean… So…

- Monsignor? - Yes.

Scalarini, did you lose your mind?

Monsignor Torrealta is a saint! Do you understand?

And this too is over.

Funerals always make me emotional.

I always cry. Thank you.

Like if something serious happened.

It must be the season.

I must be allergic to those flowers.

Thank you, dear, you’re nice.

Honey… What? Are my hands dirty?

It’s "Cuban Night". You used to like it.

You don’t like it anymore? Lallo, what’s wrong?

- Nothing. - Nothing?

You haven’t been the same lately.

Your brother’s death shocked me.

- Why? - I have bad thoughts…

And you should get them out of your mind!

After all, Galeazzo had a good death.

- A good death? - Sure.

- He got killed! - So what?

Galeazzo was young, rich and healthy…

He died when he was at his best.

Just a little sting…

And it was done! Dead!

My love, think about how horrible it is to get old.

To get old is sad, believe me.

Lallo, my love, my dear,

how could I live if one day I’d have to see

your beautiful face full of wrinkles?

I don’t like wrinkles.

I don’t like to see people getting old.

Especially people that I love.

Did you love your brother Galeazzo?

My poor brother!

He was my favorite.

Did you love the two husbands you had before me?

Silly! Don’t be jealous.

Don’t be jealous, you know I only love you.

Laudomia, answer me.

Did you love your first husband, Gianfilippo?

Gianfilippo? I adored him.

- He died before his time. - Thankfully!

- What? - Yes.

He didn’t have time to get old.

- How did he die? - Nonsense!

It’s not even worth it to remember.

- He drowned. - Drowned!

Do you find it strange?

- No. - And so?

One day he wanted to go sailing by the lake.

The boat went down and he went up.

Then the boat went up and he went down.

Then the boat went back alone.

This was such a sensation!

His good looks weren’t changed at all. He was handsome!

Do you want to see a picture of when they dragged him out?

- What? - You don’t understand?

Honey, are you going deaf?

Do you want to see a picture of him when they found him?

- Please don’t. - I’ll show you.

I want you to see him, he looks freshly fished.

- I said no! - Why?

- Laudomia! - Yes?

I want to know just one thing.

Who unplugged Gianfilippo?

Oh, my God! Gianfilippo had a plug?

I’ve never seen it.

The plug of the boat. I read the newspaper of that time.

The boat was found without a plug.

He must have taken it off.

He had that bad habit of touching everything.

And then you married Sebastiano.

A hunk! A wonderful man!

Two big shoulders, a big chest…

He had a good temper. He didn’t touch things.

When he’d see a plug, he’d turn the other way.

- But he died young too. - How lucky!

When he was 30. And without a plug.

To be honest, there was a cork.

One evening he wanted to drink something,

he uncorked a bottled and he exploded.

- Did he? - Yes, it made quite a noise…

Such an explosion, it made the windows shake.

There was nitroglycerin in the bottle instead of wine.

Do you understand?

Who put nitroglycerin in the bottle?

We never found out.

- You scare me. - Why, dear?

I have been thinking a lot.

I saw you under a new light, recently.

How sweet! I love you all the same.

Actually, more!

- What happened? - So it’s true!

- What? - You tried to kill me.

Me? Nonsense! Me, killing my sweetheart?

This isn’t cognac, it’s acid.

- Angel… - No! You tried to kill me!

I was talking about Angelo, the gardener.

Angelo! Angelo!

It was him, that jerk!

Baroness, did you call me?

Angel, are you the one who’s using acid?

Yes, Madam. For the… pa… pa… parasites.

Honey…

It’s always "Cuban Night"!

- What’s "papaparasites"? - Parasites.

I see, but why do you always misplace it?

I finally found it!

I looked everywhere, I was going crazy!

Angelo, please go.

- Be more careful. - Why don’t you fire him?

He’s too young. His time hasn’t come yet.

- Mrs. Baroness… - Who’s there?

The police.

- Did you call them? - No, they are here for Galeazzo.

Can I come in? Good morning.

It’s the police.

I see it!

We are sorry to disturb you in such a moment.

- Yes, this is not the moment. - You don’t disturb me at all.

- Actually, it’s a pleasure. - Good.

This is just a formality.

- Let’s be quick, I have a headache. - A few seconds.

Chief, don’t be reluctant. Please sit down.

My wife is here for you. Ask her, investigate.

Yes, this is what we are here for.

You said it was just a formality…

- It’s what we always say. - Ah, really!

Excuse me, Baroness, where were you the night of the murder?

I’ll tell you right away.

But let me ask you a question first.

- Go on. - A little indiscreet question.

- Go on. - Can I dare?

- Yes. - Us women, we are made like this…

We are curious.

"Cuban Night". Do you like it?

This is the question I want to ask you…

- How old are you? - Me?

58. But I don’t see why you’d ask…

I know why. Right, Lallo?

Laudomia!

Let me be! You don’t carry them good, you know?

You have some wrinkles. Wrinkly boy!

- Do you want a cognac? - No, thank you.

It’s good. It cures wrinkles. You must drink it.

- Angelo, bring the bottle. - No!

- Why not? - Angelo, no!

- Why not? - Angelo is the gardener.

It’s true! I’m mindless!

I always forget the name of my servers.

- Baroness… - Yes?

You didn’t answer my question. Where were you the night of the murder?

- Didn’t I tell you? - No.

- Lallo, is it true? - You didn’t, Laudomia.

I thought so. Didn’t you think so?

I thought so.

Where was I? I was… At the movie theatre.

Yes, I went to watch a movie.

What movie?

What movie?

- What movie? - Do you want to know the movie?

Ah… "The Son of the Sheik".

I see.

How good, Rudolph Valentino!

He also had the intelligence and the decency to die before aging.

- And you didn’t. - What?

You didn’t watch that movie?

- Baroness… - Yes?

You didn’t tell us the name of the movie theater.

Didn’t I tell you? Lallo, is it true?

- You didn’t tell us. - I thought so.

- Where were you? - It was at the Rialto movie theater.

- Which one is that? - The one with the short dome.

Oh, yeah. Close to the station.

It’s called "Rialto", don’t ask me why. Right, Lallo?

If you don’t mind, I’ll leave. I have a headache.

- Please, Baronessa. - Thank you.

Lallo, I’ll wait for you.

We will leave then.

- Are you leaving like this? - And how should we leave?

Are you done? You don’t analyze? Don’t you ask more questions?

- I have another question. - I thought so!

Where were you that night?

Me? What do I have to do with this?

Why not? You could be Diabolicus too.

Sometimes appearances are deceiving.

Right… Where were you?

Where was I? I was…

- At the movie theater. - Also him.

- What a coincidence! - What movie did you watch?

- "The Murderess". - Ah, yes! "The Murderer".

No. The murderess.

I thought the title was "The Murder".

Me too.

I’m curious to meet Mr. General.

- And you, Chief? - Yes, me too.

I must confess that Mrs. Baroness surprised me.

She asked me my age and she didn’t remember where the movie theater was.

- And also her husband! - Oh well…

Mr. General will be more precise.

Of course, he’s a military man!

Are you sure this is the place?

Let’s see.

What’s this?

Memories of a former general of the Fascist Militia.

Platoon!

Load!

Aim!

Fire!

Stop! What’s going on here?

Stop. What’s going on here?

Who are they?

When I’m executing antifascists, I don’t want to be interrupted.

- Where are the antifascists? - There.

Colonel! Who are these men and why aren’t they wearing black shirts?

- Good morning, General. - No! Greet me with the Roman salute.

- Calm down. - No, I’ll get even more upset.

- It’s the police. - Police? I don’t want interferences.

Here the Militia takes care of everything.

- We are from the Homicide Squad. - Colonel!

- At your orders. - He’s my helper.

These comrades are killers.

- No, Homicide Squad! - Right.

You talk to him, we don’t have time to lose.

- Comrades, we will win! - Heil!

- Tell me, Colonel… - Chief, I’m not a colonel.

You must have understood that the general is a little crazy.

- A lot! - He’s stuck in the age of fascism.

- He thinks he's in those good times. - Beg your pardon?

- Good for him! - What about all these people?

Unemployed and extras from the studios.

They come here for 3.000 lire a day.

- 3.000 lire! - He can spend that kind of money.

But with all these expenses, his assets are getting thinner.

- Very interesting! - His assets are getting thinner…

- Who are you? - Secretary and administrator.

I was his attendant in war and I never left him after.

- And now? - He thinks I’m a Colonel.

- You let him believe it. - I live with it!

- Colonel. - At your orders.

Hurry!

Comrades, you’re police officers,

tell me about the internal line. Are people talking?

- Of course! - I knew it.

I knew it!

We aren’t a people of saints and poets!

We are traitors, gossipers and things like that.

This is what we are, my dear.

Sorry, it was abolished to be informal. Isn't it?

- Yes, sir. - Since when?

- A long time ago. - Excuse me, General.

- I wanted to ask you a question. - You too. You too!

Everybody wants to know the same question. Colonel!

- Commandant! - See if the enemy is listening.

- Yes, Sir. - Is someone listening?

- No. - Good.

Or I wouldn’t talk. I’m no fool.

So?

Well… yes.

- Yes, what? - The secret weapons…

Friend… I’m here!

Now that we are all here, we can start.

- Good… - Silence!

First the colonel’s report.

Comrades, heil Dux! Heil!

- Colonel! - Commandant.

- What about the weapons? - We have plenty.

- What about food? - We have plenty.

- What about the spirits? - They're high.

Good. We will win!

- Win? - Yes.

And now… do you have any questions?

Me.

Where were you the night of the murder?

Comrade…

- Did you do the march to Rome? - No.

You didn’t march to Rome and you dare to ask me questions?

Do you know who I am? I’m a Sansepolcrista!

- That water has spilt. - No, we need that water!

- Even if it’s spilt. - General, can I?

- I marched to Rome. - Did you?

- Yes, he did. - Where?

- Where? - To Rome.

Therefore, you can tell me.

Where were you the night of the murder?

- I will tell you. - Thank you.

- You marched… - Right.

The night of the murder…

Where was I? There.

Present.

Ah! Good!

I was with him

when he was backstabbed by a miserable betrayal.

I said: "Dux!"

"Give me carte blanche

and I’ll free you from these people."

Calm down, we aren’t talking about July 25th,

but about your brother Galeazzo’s death.

The murder of Galeazzo! You know what I will tell you then?

I have just one answer.

Give us this answer!

Here it is!

I DON'T CARE

They did good when they killed him.

My brother was a corner to clean.

I was watching him.

He was an antifascist and he got what he deserved.

- What he deserved? - Yes.

You were watching him? Where were you that night?

Where was I? I was cracking Greece’s back!

No, I had already retreated from Greece.

I was retreating from Russia. Or maybe not.

I don’t remember from where we were retreating.

We had a lot of retreats!

General, try to remember.

Do I have to? I’ll focus.

Beg your pardon.

"Pom-pom-pom-pom" in my house? Who listens to Radio Londra?

- No, he was just drumming. - While I was talking?

Guys, I’ll send you to exile! I’ll send you to Ponza!

General, let’s go back to the murder, I beg you.

Ah, you beg! And you have the Faith?

Or I wouldn’t have gotten my promotion.

Well done! You didn’t march to Rome, you listen to Radio Londra,

and you didn’t donate your golden ring to the homeland.

Young man, I will have you executed. Colonel!

- Yes, Sir. - A rifle and 12 soldiers.

Please, General, calm down.

I do this for you, a decorated fascist officer.

- I am not. - You will be.

Your friend saved you, Comrade.

The Torrealtas don’t look so innocent anymore.

We must do something, the press is watching us.

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

- Come in. - We must find out

where were they that damned night.

- Yes, where were they? - What’s that?

The medical report. I knew about it already.

Detective, it seems like the blow

was given to the heart by an expert hand.

This may lead us to suspect the surgeon.

Indeed,

but Professor Torrealta is the only one who has an alibi.

He was in the surgery room from 10 p.m. until 7 a.m.

All night long.

The nurses saw him and also the five patients he treated.

We are getting there.

The surgeon is innocent.

Ready? Professor is coming.

- Good morning. - Shell we begin?

Good morning. Let’s start. The mask.

- Hurry! - Mask!

What are you doing? My glasses fell and broke.

- What are you getting? - Nothing.

- Now my glasses are dirty. - I’m sorry.

- I don’t care! - Glasses for the Professor.

- Where’s the patient? - There.

- Be more specific! - To your right.

- Which right? - That one!

Ah, there.

Was it so difficult to say?

Why did it take you so long?

Now that we know where the patient is, let’s go there.

So…

What are you looking for?

- The head. - Where should it be?

Where did you put it? Put down the mask, I don’t understand you.

- Where do you want it to be? - Up on the shoulders.

We know! We studied anatomy.

- Here he is. Good morning, Miss. - He’s a man.

A man?

- What an ugly face! - Did you ever look at yourself?

What do you mean?

How rude! How dare you?

I just meant that you are really pale.

- I’m sorry. - No, I won’t treat you anymore.

- No! - Don’t dare then!

- Did you take his temperature? - Not yet.

He’s burning up… He has a fever.

Not there.

Can you teach me how to take the temperature?

- That’s another head. - Another head?

The patient has two heads?

- Right. Whose is this head? - Biagini!

Don’t stay here.

The wrist.

Come on…

- He’s leaving us. - What?

I don’t want to be bad luck, but he is leaving us.

- Where am I going? - There.

- Where? - Where you all go.

Today it’s you, tomorrow it’s him… You will all go.

- That’s my wrist. - You will go then.

- Who asked you about your wrist? - Maybe it was you…

You’re invasive! Give me your wrist.

- The wrist, not the foot. - This is my wrist.

Is this your wrist? Yes…

So… Hear this for me.

- What? - I want you to hear this.

- Professor didn’t speak. - Who’s there?

I don’t want strangers around when I perform a surgery!

- There are no strangers. - What about that sailor?

That’s the sister.

The sailor’s sister? I don’t care, I don’t want anyone!

- Leave! Not the patient. - But she’s the nurse.

Why did you say "the sailor’s sister"?

- I didn’t say it. - It was you then.

Don’t be silly, or I won’t cure you. Shut up!

- What kind of surgery? - Abdominal.

Why is he laying on his belly? Turn him.

His belly is where it’s supposed to be.

Come on! It’s a delicate moment…

Show his belly. Don’t look. Scalpel.

Here…

What’s this? A piece of junk. How can I cut?

- That’s the blade. - Where? Ah! You covered it!

- Here are your glasses. - Yes. It will be better.

Let’s wear glasses. Here…

Here it is.

So…

Professor! You don’t put me to sleep first?

- You’re asleep. - No, I’m awake.

He doesn’t know modern science.

We have already given you an analgesic.

Shut up and stay calm. Be a good patient and be patient.

Let me do my job. What do you do?

- I’m a butcher. - Me too.

No, I’m not. I’m a surgeon.

Relax. Stay calm. Pretend to be someone else.

Do you want to read something? Make a phone call?

Give him a phone. My glasses!

- Here. A phone! - I don’t want it!

- Give Professor his glasses. - Relax. Don’t move.

Professor! What are you doing?

Young man! I must work!

I’m a surgeon. You’re bothering me!

You're a patient without patience. What kind of a patient are you?

Where are we? You chat, you move, you talk.

Be still!

If I make a mistake, it’s bad for you.

- Is it here? - More to the right.

Let’s see… Yes.

- More? - A little bit.

Damn! See how things can go bad?

- I was cutting your heart. - Professor!

We were almost there!

Stop! Stop! One, two, three…

Did you feel any pain?

No, Professor, I didn’t feel anything.

You see the human "machine"… What are you doing?

- I wanted to see the machine. - No! I want to see!

I see an intestinal tangle, an icky mush.

Don’t get offended, but you’re horrible inside.

- The adhesions… - Yes, the intestinal adhesions.

To change the subject, do you know someone at the ministry?

- I have a thing to fix. - Professor, I’m here!

This is my business. I’m made of flesh and bones and joints as well.

Do you understand?

It’s abnormal. He should have 36 meters of bowels.

These must be 40. I’m not sure. Get a ruler.

Here it is.

One, two, three, four, five. This is too much. Cut it down.

- As usual? - What do you mean?

After the surgeries, I always take home a little pouch.

I have a wonderful cat.

My guts to the cat?

I’m joking!

I’d never give this to my cat. He’s used to much better!

I’m done with you! Get dressed and leave.

- What? - Go see another doctor.

- Where should I go? - Enough! I’m done.

- What? - We can’t leave him open.

Let's patch him up. In any case, I did a bad job.

Needle and silk! Needle and silk!

Needle… Here it is.

And the silk…

Silence, shut up.

You make me nervous.

You do this, you see more than I.

Silence! Oxygen and a straight jacket!

I’ve been waiting to talk to my wife, can you pass her to me now?

Oh, finally! Hello? It’s you, dear? It’s me.

I’m in a bad situation. I have two ulcer and a double hernia.

I’m not talking about me! I’m talking about my patients.

We have been married ten years and you don’t know this?

Yes, I’ll have to stay here all night.

I’m sorry. I’m very sad.

I’ll go to bed.

Of course. Where do you want me to go?

No, I’m already wearing my nightgown.

Nightgown?

All right. I’ll see you tomorrow then. Late morning.

- Pandoro. - Professor.

I must leave unnoticed.

- Like we did the other night. - What?

- If they find out… - Who could ever find out?

Wear glasses, hat and mask, and everybody will think that it’s me.

- Professor! - Pandoro! Pandoro!

I created you and I can destroy you.

Do you want to teach? Obey me then.

All right, I’ll do what you want.

- Professor, tonight also… - Yes, tonight also.

Yes, tonight also.

I’ll catch them two together.

Finally!

- Did someone see you? - No, but it’s risky. I’m afraid.

- Me too. - I shouldn’t have listened to you.

- Us two alone here… - I needed to talk to you.

They are spying our phones. The police suspect me.

I don’t care about the police. I’m scared about my husband.

They asked me where I was on the night of the murder.

What did you say?

I said I went to the movies.

- Oh, good heavens! - They didn’t believe me.

And my wife looks at me in a strange way.

- What do you mean? - With killer eyes.

- Lallo… Also my husband. - What?

He has got something in his eyes, in his voice…

I’m sure he would be able to kill.

Don’t worry, we are safe here.

And after all, I’d know how to protect you.

- My husband! Let’s run away! - Calm down.

Carlo, don’t shoot. Try to understand, I have such a wife…

I know she’s your sister, but she’s so ugly!

I’m not made out of steel.

Everybody freeze!

- Baron, what are you doing? - I was praying.

- Search him. - And the lady?

There’s no need for that, we know each other.

- Who is she? - Mrs. Fiore di Torrealta.

- The surgeon’s wife. - It’s not what it looks like.

Just leave it, Baron. Actually, tell me…

Do you know this calligraphy?

- And you? - No.

There’s no one in the house.

Diabolicus made fun of us.

This anonymous letter that we received

says that Diabolicus would have been here tonight.

If Diabolicus is not here…

maybe he wanted to mislead us.

It means that he will act tonight, but not here.

- And where? - If Diabolicus is a Torrealta,

after killing Galeazzo for his inheritance,

tonight he’ll try to kill the other siblings.

Hurry! We’ll get there in time. Go!

I never thought that our final match

would be so soon.

You are not at your best, Laudomia.

This is my night.

You forgot about me.

I will go straight…

and with just one blow I’ll win.

Straight like a knife blade.

Laugh as much as you want, brother comrade.

The last one standing will laugh aloud.

Dear old men, you forgot about me.

I could get rid of you too.

Laudomia, are you sure that no one is home?

Of course, all the servants are off.

And other than them?

No one. You can get drunk as you wish.

The gardener is here but he lives in the cottage by the garden.

When I went to pick up this bottle, he was snoring.

If someone else was here, I wouldn’t offer you these liquors.

These are special.

A secret reserve!

Drink. This is like an elixir of youth.

I’ll drink later, I don’t want to miss.

This time I must get both.

Ball and cue ball?

Yes.

Ball… and cue ball.

Damn!

- Now it’s your turn. - What are you doing?

Your sight is getting weaker, even without drinking.

That’s bad! It’s a sign of aging.

You should drink my elixir.

You too, Scipione, you could use my elixir.

A drop of eternal youth.

Scipione, you’re distracted! Play.

You are imprecise.

- It’s your turn, dear. - I know.

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

Diabolic…

Where were you?

I didn’t see you or Carlo, so I came to look for you.

I couldn’t find you and so I came back.

- Where’s Carlo? - It doesn’t matter.

He’s out of the game.

It’s just you and I!

Dear, you’re doomed.

I’ve been waiting for this moment!

50 plus 12, 62. Plus 8, 70.

94…

And so on…

Bloody Laudomia!

There's no doubt.

these three anonymous letters explain everything.

They have been written by the murderer.

To avoid too much risk, after the murder of Galeazzo,

Diabolicus needed

to group all his victims in the same place

and make sure that the police wouldn’t interfere. He did it.

With the first anonymous letter,

he misled us.

The other two letters found on the victims explain everything.

Really diabolic!

It wasn’t easy to lure the surgeon here,

but Diabolicus knew that just one thing

would make him leave the surgery room.

- You, Mrs. - Me?

Yes, exactly.

Your husband loved you and his jealousy made him come here.

So he made him start to doubt you

and with these letters,

he made him believe he could get the evidence.

Here it says that if he’d gone to the attic of this house,

he’d catch you red-handed.

Carlo came here but found the knife that killed him.

Baroness Laudomia, that you unrightfully calumniated,

had some quirks,

all of them Torrealta were a little odd,

but she wasn’t a murderer.

This innocent liquor can prove it.

All the baroness had to do was host her brothers.

He just had to lure the General in.

It was easy for Diabolicus to have him come here.

All he had to do was, with a third letter,

make him believe that here in this attic,

there would be an American antifascist reunion,

and so he came here with knives and bombs.

He had no chance.

Only we could have saved him,

if instead of going to your house, we had came here.

We still don’t know who Diabolicus is and if he’ll kill again.

It’s true.

But it’s also true what I told you before.

We are getting closer…

We are getting closer.

THE INCONSOLABLE BROTHER

The only one…

The only surviving member of a great family.

Right…

And the only heir!

- What do you mean? - Nothing!

Monsignor is a holy man, understand?

Let's go in.

- Thank you. - Sit down.

I’m at your disposal.

Thank you, Monsignor.

I’m sorry but we must ask you some questions.

Hoping to get some enlightening details.

Son, only faith can enlighten heart and mind.

What is your idea?

What do you think?

What do you think about these murders?

Providence ways are mysterious and infinite.

Providence?

Monsignor, with these being murders, I don’t see how providence…

Let me explain.

You must know that after the tragedy that happened to me…

I mean my sibling’s deaths.

I became the only heir of the Torrealta’s fortune.

- Did you know that? - Yes.

- I mean… - Vaguely…

- You know! - Yes.

Well, I’ll use this fortune

to finally end

an injustice that my father committed

and me and my siblings kept committing.

Only by doing this, their souls will find peace in Purgatory

and me on Earth.

Monsignor mentioned an injustice, right?

Yes. Excuse me, Monsignor…

What injustice?

A secret.

A terrible secret of this big family.

A brother.

A sixth brother who doesn’t carry our name.

He was abandoned at birth

and never received moral or material help.

The poor man is now so low.

He could be the murderer!

Do you think so? And why?

There is a reason: hate.

The grudge against his siblings who abandoned him.

No, Sirs!

Let’s not add slander to the evil he received.

- It can’t be him. - Why?

He fell so deep.

He’s been in prison for six months now.

- "Deus meus", forgive me. - What?

- I was talking to… - He was praying.

You’re so lucky, Pasquale!

Come and see!

You’ll be rich! You’ll have money to waste!

Look. Ace of cups, Three of gold and Horse of swords.

And the King of sticks to beat you up! Are you mocking me?

No, I’m not, it’s the cards.

Stop! I’m just a miserable man.

Do you know why I’m here?

To get a piece of bread, I was the lookout…

You’re a rascal!

You’re a skunk! You’re an informer.

You’re trying to make me talk. But I’ll kill you!

- Me? An informer? - I’ll kill him!

I’m a criminal, I’m insane.

- I killed my wife and her mother. - Word of honor?

- Word of honor! - You’re a gentleman.

They often try these games but I don’t talk.

If I’d say the names, I’d go home right away.

But I’m a tomb! I’ll do my 18 months.

If I’d go free, where could I go?

- Bonocore! To the director. - Right away.

He’ll want me to talk but I won’t. Let’s go.

And I should believe you?

I should believe that I have two billion in cash?

- Cash and estate. - Furniture too?

If I talk and say the names, you’ll let me go?

Yes.

Do you think I’m stupid?

Bonocore, you can refuse to say the names and stay here.

When you’ll be free, you'll go to the notary and you will understand.

- Now you can go. - Let’s go.

Just a second. Are you in a hurry?

- Is this a trick? - No!

Here’s the donation that Monsignor signed.

This one? So I own two billion?

We have been saying this for half an hour!

It’s yours. Yours! Yours!

- I understand. - It doesn’t look like that.

- Two billion! I’m rich. - Mega rich.

And why should I be here?

If I say the names, will you let me go?

- Sure. - Can I speak?

- Can someone hear us? - No.

- Can he hear us? - He’s the notary!

That night there were four thieves.

- Hi. - Look who’s here!

- Carmelo the Neapolitan. - Chicco Twisted-foot.

Nando Nice-hair.

And also Scarface Gigi. How are you?

Bad. I can smell trouble.

- In what ward is he? - Who?

The one who talked: Bonocore.

- He got out. - He got out because he talked.

- I will kill him. - Sending him a letter?

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

He must be sick of living, if he did this!

- Let’s go. - I’ll get out!

Add 1100 Fiat to your sister’s stock portfolio.

Are you trying to be funny?

A man of my richness doesn’t go around in a 1100 Fiat.

I need a Cadillac or a Lincoln.

- A huge truck! - Yes, but…

I didn’t make myself clear.

- I meant, 1100 Fiat stocks. - That is?

Stocks… Stocks of the Fiat company.

There are also 3.000 Montecatini.

Are you kidding me or someone told you to make fun of me?

3.000 Montecatini? There’s just one Montecatini!

I know because a friend of mine used to go there!

- I expressed myself wrong again. - You are a recidivist.

- Yes, I am. - Tell me the truth.

- Look in my eyes. - What?

You’re not a real notary.

- What? I am a notary! - Unauthorized.

- Come on! - Are you a notary?

- I am! - With a glee?

With a degree. Degree!

- Now you say "degree"? - We always called it like that.

- It was always called that. - Degree, non "glee"!

- You don’t have an office. - I have a very antique office!

From my great grandfather, to my grandfather

and from my father it arrived to me.

- You have no customers. - I have many customers.

Ask around who is notary Cocuzza!

Cocuzza? I met your son!

- My son? - Yes! Cocuziello.

- What? - Isn’t he your son?

- I don’t have children. - I knew it!

Let’s end this now.

These are all the goods that Professor Carlo left you.

- All the goods? - All the goods.

- Beds and closets… - Goods like houses, buildings…

- Explain yourself! - I am already!

You’re talking to a billionaire and not a donkey!

- I would never dare. - But you are! Come on.

- Professor has left… - My brother.

Two perfect private hospitals.

- What? - Perfect.

- That is? - Two perfect private hospitals.

Are there people there? Are they sick?

Away! Let’s clean them up. I want them empty.

I have two private hospitals. I need them.

- But some sick people are there. - Sick?

- Of course. - Evict them.

- The patients? - How long will they live?

- I don’t know. - Three or four days.

- Kill them, then! - What are you saying?

- What are you doing? - It’s the hash…

Among other things, your brother, the General,

leaves you a golden bust of the Dux.

Really? A bustier?

This is new to me!

I didn’t know that he wore a bustier.

That’s why he stood always so straight!

He didn’t wear a bustier!

- He wore a bra then. - No!

- A corset? - Not even!

You said "bustier" and now you deny it.

- I don’t! - You’re denying it.

No! I meant a gold bust. A bust is a statue.

- With a bra. - No, without!

- Are you kidding me? - Yes.

You admit that you’re making fun of me?

- I don’t know… - You are…

- My hat! - Be patient.

- Sir? - What? Here.

Two policemen are coming up.

- I’m running away! And you? - What should I do?

- Run away. - Why?

- They know you’re not a notary? - What?

- They know everything! - I have nothing to hide.

And neither do you. They are here for the investigation.

- Which one? - The death of your siblings.

Why? Didn’t they die of sickness?

- What? - You didn’t know?

- Murder. - Murder?

- Stabbed. - Stabbed?

We came here to warn you about Diabolicus.

- Warn me about who? - Diabolicus.

Diabolicus? Who is he?

- The murderer. - The murderer? It’s him!

- The fake notary! - Not at all!

We know Mr. Cocuzza quite well.

Diabolicus is a criminal who acts at night.

At night?

- Wearing black. - Oh, gosh!

Do you know how your brother Galeazzo got killed?

I don’t know.

He came in this room by the window.

- Which one? - That one.

How scary! That one?

- What are you doing? - I’ll protect myself.

- I won’t wait for the police! - We can protect you.

And this.

We are the Tigre agency, the best private police association.

- You, go to the back door. - Go!

- You, go upstairs. - Upstairs!

You pay us, trust us.

Leave these ridiculous things out.

Does this seem ridiculous to you?

Are you minimizing Diabolicus?

Remember that Diabolicus isn’t just another killer!

Hello? Ah! It’s you.

A shadow got into the gate.

Kill him!

Can I come in?

- Are you crazy? - Take him away.

I’m the mailman! I’m wearing the uniform!

- Search him. - Don’t touch me!

- Shut up! - No weapons.

- What’s in that bag? - Letters.

Wait a second. He’s Diabolicus dressed as a mailman.

Just a moment.

If you’re the mailman, answer my questions.

- I’m the mailman. - Silence!

- If you’re the mailman, answer me. - Speak!

- Who are these letters for? - I don’t know.

You don’t know? If you’re the mailman, you must know!

- These letters are for who? - You must know!

- It’s written on the letter! - This isn’t an answer.

Give a proper answer!

Calm down! A second…

- Who do you give a letter to? - To the recipient!

That’s what I wanted to know!

If the recipient isn’t home, where do you send them?

- To the sender. - To the sender!

Wait a moment…

Who is the sender? And how much do you owe the mailman?

Nothing.

Calm down. Calm down.

- Excuse me. - No worries.

Answer another question. Tell me…

- Will you let me talk? - But I’m worried…

- You must calm down. - I know.

Tell me… What do you do when they tip you?

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

- Calm down! - I don't!

- Mr. Bonocore, calm down. - Leave me alone.

Let go of me. I’m very upset!

- Let us go on. - Go on.

Answer this. What do P and T stand for?

- Answer! - I don’t know.

- Post and Telegraph! - So you know!

Tell me one more thing. How many kinds of money transfer there are?

How many? Answer.

- He doesn’t answer. - He doesn’t answer.

- How come? - Well! Could he be dead?

He’s dead! You killed him.

- Us? - I did nothing.

He didn’t die! I’ll wake him up!

He didn’t die! He’s just a cheeky liar!

I’ll ask him the final question and nail him down.

Tell me then…

Who is the Minister of Posts and Telecommunication?

- I don’t know. - He doesn’t know.

We were wrong. He is a real mailman.

He doesn’t know who the Minister is.

Why didn’t you tell us before that you’re a mailman?

Are you the mailman?

Why didn’t you say it?

I’ve been saying it for half an hour!

Excuse me, we didn’t hear you.

- Did I hurt you? - So much.

I bet that you have a letter for me.

Yes, in the pile.

It’s in the pile. Poor man!

Sorry! Sorry!

- Did I hurt your little leg? - My little foot.

Little foot? You have such big feet…

Actually, there’s a letter for you.

Really? How curious… We can let him leave, then.

Of course. Come on…

Wait, I see. We need to tip him well.

Let’s see… Can you break this?

- Come back for Christmas. - Get your bag.

I won’t come anymore, I’ll mail you your mail!

It’s never enough for them. Damn!

- Here’s your letter. - You can open it.

- It’s for you. - I pay, you open the letter!

What if this is a bomb or a poisonous letter?

- There’s no danger. - They use plastic now.

Turn that way, don’t play tricks.

- What’s in it? - We are getting there.

- Who’s the sander? - It’s him.

Diabolicus? My goodness!

BONOCORE YOUR TIME IS NEAR

- Do you know something? - Tell me.

- I hope he’ll be here soon. - Are you crazy?

We’ll take him to justice and forget about this!

- Are you sure you can secure him? - Pretty sure!

- Surely? - Surely.

With suretyship?

This house will be a death trap for Diabolicus.

There’s a policeman at every corner.

Good! If I waited for the detective…

He doesn’t know Diabolicus!

Luckily we are here to welcome him well.

If he dares to set foot in this house,

he won’t get out alive! - Damn!

You know what? Let Diabolicus come in!

I want to see his face…

Help!

Excuse me…

Please, no!

Help!

Who’s there? Help! It’s me!

Where’s Diabolicus?

We got him! He’s trapped!

- Is he? - Call the police.

- Call the police! - Hurry!

- Hold it tight. - I will.

- Did you get him? - Yes, if we’d wait for you…

- Finally, we’ll see who you are. - Come on.

- Uncover his face. - What? Scarface Gigi.

- Scarface Gigi! - Exactly.

- Do you know him? - We are friends. Actually, we were.

I broke out of jail to come kill you.

Calm!

I disguised myself to look like Diabolicus.

And I wrote the letter myself.

I thought that killing you was easy.

- But? - I found this army.

- Silence. - Silence!

- I’ll say “silence”! - Say it then.

- You mean you’re not Diabolicus? - What Diabolicus!

I think he’s saying the truth. I know Scarface Gigi.

He’s an inferior kind of criminal.

- Inferior? - It’s a question of class, Gigi!

Also, at the time of the murders,

he was on special surveillance.

Yes, every night I had to go to the police office.

He’s not Diabolicus. We have to start over again.

I’m not Diabolicus but I hope he’ll kill you!

And he will! What are you doing here?

- You got the wrong man. - You got him!

Did you get the right one? I want to be protected!

I pay taxes, you must protect me.

- I want the police and the army. - That’s too much!

Don’t raise your voice! Understand?

Take your brother, Monsignor Antonino.

He’s also in danger,

but he lives normally, with our protection.

Of course! He’s a holy man.

If he dies, his place in Paradise is already booked.

Come in.

Monsignor, can I?

Benedetto, what’s up? Come in.

- Monsignor… - What’s wrong?

There’s a woman.

She says you called her here and wrote her a card.

If she says so, believe her. Let her in.

- What now? - She looks sinful!

Don’t look then.

To stay away from temptation, go visit your aunt in Viterbo.

Give her my blessings. Go, Benedetto.

- And you? - Dear son…

- I don’t fear temptation. - Yes, you’re a holy man.

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

Come in, Miss.

Come in.

Monsignor…

What are you doing? Come. Sit.

Child, I know everything about you.

Do you know that I was your brother’s fiancée?

Fiancée? Kind of…

Don’t take me wrong.

I wanted to marry Galeazzo, he didn’t want to.

I know! Galeazzo was stupid.

You’re a nice piece of girl and you’re on fire!

An American cigarette?

- No, I don’t smoke. - You don’t smoke…

Some whisky, then?

- No, thank you. I don’t drink. - You don’t drink?

What? You actually get so drunk sometimes!

- You know this too? - Everything, from A to Z.

A little bit of music? Come on!

Pretty! I had you come here

because you can do everything without hesitation.

And I need an accomplice! Dance!

No, Monsignor, please, I want to leave.

- Now that the best is coming? - Let go of me, Monsignor!

Stop calling me "Monsignor", call me by my real name!

But you… Who are you?

You haven’t figured it out?

I’m Galeazzo! Your golden Galeazzo.

You need proof? Look!

You believe me now? It’s me.

She’s passing out. I didn’t predict this.

She might have a stroke? Sit down here.

Sit down… Sit down here.

Air… Come on!

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

- Is it true? - Yes! It’s me.

But, then… Who was the dead body in your house?

- Antonino, my brother the Monsignor. - The Monsignor?

The night of the murder, I called him asking if he could come to my house.

And he came.

He was a holy man.

He was always there when you needed him.

And I… I needed help too.

I gave you a sleeping pill, and fired the servants.

I was alone with him.

Antonino, dear brother.

Did someone see you come in?

No, dear brother, nobody saw me.

- Why such a mystery? - Right…

You don’t know it.

- What? - Someone wants to kill you.

Kill me?

My goodness! Who wants me dead?

A man named Diabolicus. Do you know him?

- I don’t know him. - I know him.

Me and Diabolicus… we are the same person.

Galeazzo, what are you doing? Put down that paper knife!

It’s not a paper knife, it’s a dagger!

You killed him?

They say that the cold steel is the nobles’ pleasure.

I put my pajama on him, and my night gown,

and I dyed his hair.

It was a lot of work, but nobody noticed the replacement.

I’ve been always a real artist.

I made a good impression of my siblings.

Monsignor was above suspicious.

I could have chosen Scipione,

but, my darling, I couldn’t stand the General.

And he was a stupid maniac!

I could have impersonated Carlo, but he was more difficult to do.

- Who sent you the film? - The film!

I sent it myself, I shot it and starred in it.

I used it to mislead suspicion and keep the servants away.

It was easier to kill the other three,

between attic and pool…

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

- You have been diabolic. - I’m Diabolicus!

Shut up, please! Shut up!

Why did you do this?

Why did I do this?

For the money, because my capital was shrinking.

But you are left with nothing.

I read that you left everything to your half brother.

How could I enjoy my money if I had to pretend to be a priest?

- He will enjoy it now! - Eh, no!

Only what he managed to spend until today.

No one will suspect him when I get killed.

- What? You’ll get killed as well? - Yes.

- By who? - By Diabolicus.

- But you’re Diabolicus! - Right!

I’ll kill my half brother, I’ll dress him like Monsignor,

I’ll wear his clothes and become Pasquale Bonocore.

The police will keep looking for Diabolicus and won’t find him!

No! They will find him and arrest him.

- I don’t understand. - Come and you’ll see.

I’m innocent. Laudomia, no!

Detective, it wasn’t me!

- Who’s this man? - Don’t you see?

He’s the perfect Diabolicus to serve to the police.

He’s my brother in law, Michelino.

Two days ago, he came here to seek my advice as a priest.

- And what did you do? - Don’t you see?

I put him to sleep.

I gave him strong sleeping pills. He’s been sleeping since then.

- And Pasquale? - I set a wonderful trap.

I asked him to come here to talk about the donation.

He’ll come with the police, they are always with him!

- The police? - They are part of the plan.

Come, let’s get ready to welcome him.

You’ll see what a good impression of Pasquale I’ll do.

Hurry, come.

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

- It scares me. - Don’t look at him.

- Hurry! - He’s dead!

Not yet.

Here, this is bleach.

Put it on his hair. It will work. Hurry!

In the meantime, I’ll wear Pasquale’s wig.

And it’s done!

I must wear it better.

It’s been five sleepless nights, all because of Diabolicus.

Having to watch Bonocore, it’s too nerve wracking.

Now he went to visit his half brother, Monsignor.

There’s nothing strange. He’s his brother.

Why now?

Don’t shake, everything will be fine.

Now the final stroke! I’ll engrave him.

Help! Police! Police!

Rescue me! Diabolicus wants to kill me! Help!

Hurry, come!

Detective! That’s who Diabolicus is. I caught him red handed.

- Here. - Stop, Mr. Bonocore!

You have beaten him unconscious.

- You know what? I’ll kill him! - Stop!

Monsignor died.

Do you have something to say?

Good morning, Sir. Do you remember me?

- Merciless! - Merciless!

- Laudomia! Dressed like a man! - No, calm down.

When I got in, he had already killed Monsignor

and was about to attack her.

Don’t move!

- My goodness! - Calm down.

- How horrible! - Calm down.

- Why were you here? - Right…

- Why were you here? - For spiritual advice.

Then we heard someone at the door.

Monsignor asked me to go to the other room.

Suddenly I heard a scream and went back in.

And then he attacked me!

I had just arrived and got in.

I saw Diabolicus, I jumped on his shoulders…

- Stop! - I won’t surrender!

You don’t know me. I’ve been to jail.

Diabolicus! Get him!

- Baron, enough with this story! - Enough with this!

- Someone dressed me like this. - You were our main suspect.

- What? Are you crazy? - How dare you?

- Are you crazy? - I’m not crazy.

- Tell the truth. - I’m not!

You had a good plan.

Killing every sibling, even the illegitimate one,

you and your lover would get all the capital.

- Well said! - But that night I was with you.

We got out together. But us, following your advice…

- He advised? Rascal! - Stop!

Stop! Stop!

- He suggested! - Don’t move!

He suggested us to go to the General.

While he went back home and did the killings.

Take him away. Take him away!

- Away! - What are you doing?

Excuse me…

Take him out!

I must confess that we got him thanks to you.

Mr. Detective,

it was a pleasure, believe me.

Do you want to check the medical report?

A second.

A mask?

You didn’t notice it while you were dying his hair?

No, I didn’t see it. I was shocked.

Maybe I understand.

Mr. Galeazzo, can I?

Now all the pieces fit together!

Right!

Could I go by myself? Why do you need money then?

I sent a private policeman.

He was so happy!

He wanted me to trust him. And I did.

So you thought that Monsignor was a fraud?

A little bit, yes.

Now you’re fine, you don’t fear Diabolicus?

You don’t know me! Diabolicus doesn’t scare me.

Don’t make me laugh!

Let’s change the music. I want a cha cha cha.

- Pasquale, will you dance? - I will! I will!

My goodness!

- It’s the doorbell. - Yes…

It’s the doorbell!

Are we scared of a doorbell?

- I’ll go open the door. - Yes.

I’ll go.

Are you mister Bonocore?

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

Who are you?

I’m the tax agent!