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- Hello, I'm Greta Franklin.

Edward stratten publishing house.

- Oh yes, of course, the new secretary.

How silly of me.

Mr. Stuart is away, but do come in please.

I'll show you to your room.

- Thank you.

- Quote, what is the monkey to man,

contemptuous mirth or
painful truth, unquote.

He lowered the book, looked
into her eyes, and continued.

Quote, and what is man to the superman,

still mirth, a painful truth, unquote.

New paragraph.

Do you agree with Nietzsche?

The woman, then, tricks
the brute and the superman.

You're staring at me.

- Oh, I bet your pardon.

I didn't mean to.

- I assure you, I'm not a ghost.

- No, it's just that i
imagined you differently.

- Oh, how differently, hm?

- I don't know, having read your books,

I, well I.

- You imagined me to be a sea monster

with a hundred eyes and a cavernous mouth.

You thought at night

I grew hands long enough to slap the moon.

Thought that if I should
become little once again,

I'd cry a river of tears.

Now, isn't it so?

Alas, you see me in this disguise.

It's modesty that doesn't
allow me to be myself.

Come, I'll show you something.

Now, you see that nail?

I placed it there exactly five years ago.

I knew what I wanted then,

it's taken me five years,
but I've got it now.

It's mine.

A masterpiece.

The bacchanal by Lorenzo lotto.

Do you know his work?

- No, I'm afraid not.

- Well then, let me introduce him to you.

Lorenzo lotto, painter.

Born in venice in the year 1480.

- And died in the year of?

- Nonsense.

A true artist never dies.

He's immortal.

Our young friend, my dear
eleanora, has read my books.

All of them, as I understand.

But I disappointed her today.

She found me to be a very ordinary man.

- One could define you in
many ways, but never ordinary.

- I didn't say anything of the kind.

I just.

- Is that all, madam?

- Yes, you may go, Giovanni.

Giovanni lives on
torcello, an island nearby.

Richard prefers not to have
the servants around at night.

- They have the ugly
habit of eavesdropping.

- Oh, by the way, sandro came
last night with christiani.

- So?

Enjoy yourselves?

- The usual things.

Nothing very exciting.

You must be tired.

You better get some rest.

- Yes, we'll see you tomorrow, Greta.

Good night.

- Good night.

- Would you like a coffee?

- No thanks, I'm
trying to give it up.

Now, you say that this Sally Reese

left no forwarding address.

- Yes, that's right.

- And she gave no warning?

Just left without a word?

- That's right.

Not a word to me, the servants, anything.

- Strange behavior for
a secretary, Mr. Stuart.

Wouldn't you say?

- Very strange indeed.

Although, a few days
before she disappeared,

we couldn't help noticing
a change had come over her.

As if she were being
tormented by something.

Perhaps it was just impression.

She didn't mention anything,

and we were discreet enough not to ask.

- Left no personal effects?

No baggage?

- No.

Not a thing.

Tell me commissioner, do you really think

Sally may have been the
victim of foul play?

- A girl doesn't vanish
like that into thin air

without a plausible explanation.

- I agree.

- Would you at least know
if she was seeing someone?

I mean a man, boyfriend?

- I'm not into the habit

of prying into my secretary's affairs.

I'm sorry, I can't help you there.

- If you hear anything,
please get it touch with me.

Sorry to bother you, but you
know how these formalities are.

- Certainly, commissioner.

Come, I'll show you out.

- There, that's my hairdresser.

I'll meet you here in two hours.

- All right.

- Greta.

I need a friend so badly at times.

Someone to confide in.

I feel so alone in that house.

Sure you don't want to come with me?

- I really have a lot of
things to do eleanora.

Sally and I were very close.

I, too, think that something
terrible might have happened.

- You, too?

Why, who else does?

- You, commissioner.

I overheard you speaking with Mr. Stuart.

- I assure you, young lady,

I was only following through
on a routine investigation.

- Sally Reese and I have known
each other since school days.

We used to work together, room together,

until she decided to come to venice.

She used to write every
week, and less and less.

This is her last letter.

You'll note it's dated shortly
before they say she left.

- It's gotten to the point

where I must tell someone.

And who but you could I tell this to?

Oh, Greta, I'm living in a
world I never knew existed.

At times, I feel as if I were
being driven by another will,

a superior force that lures
me even as it repels me.

In my moments of sanity, such as now,

when I realize to what depths I am sunk.

I wanna turn back to flee from this house,

run far, far away.

But then, I'm prey once again,

mesmerized by their evil,
unable to escape it.

And then not wanting to escape it.

A willing slave in this
world of perverse pleasures.

If I could only see you I'd be
able to explain what I feel,

but sometimes I wonder if
I'll ever see you again.

Write to me, I beg you.

But for god sakes, not to this address.

Write in care of the post
office, please Greta.

Love, Sally.

- Doesn't really say
very much, just words.

And somewhat disconnected at that.

- Mr. Richard Stuart is a very
important man, is that it?

- There are many ways one
can interpret that letter.

It's anything but precise.

No direct accusation.

What are you gonna do now, senorina?

- I'm going to stay on in that house

until I find out what happened to Sally.

- How did you manage
to get employed there?

- Sally and I both worked for stratten,

Richard Stuart's publisher.

Was easy enough.

- If what you suggest is true,

you're in considerable danger
in that house, you know.

- I must go.

- Greta, Greta!

What is it?

It's me, Richard!

Open the door!

What happened?

- There's a man out there in the garden.

- What did he look like?

- He was a giant of man.

It was awful.

- Get a hold of yourself,
it was only Rocco,

a fisherman who lives near here.

He's perfectly harmless.

- The body of a giant
and the brain of a child.

Come, try to get some rest now.

I'll keep you company
until you fall asleep.

- Good girl.

- No, really eleanora, I'm fine.

- Not another word.

You've had a shock, Greta.

- Pleasant dreams.

- What do you say?

Oh come on.

- Well?

How long must I wait?

- Don't be impatient.

What I promise, I deliver.

- Since you can't sleep,
why don't you join us?

Please come, Richard is expecting you.

Go on, get dressed.

I don't bother you, do I?

- Breathe deep, cherie.

J3 toke on that joint, my friend

- this is Greta.

- Welcome to the party.

- Ciao.

- You really mean that she can typewrite

and take shorthand, too?

- I'm glad you decided to join us.

- Especially for you, to warm you up.

- Leave it if you don't feel like it.

Good girl.

You're a very single-minded
person, aren't you?

It's about time I introduced
you to eleanora's friends.

- I'm rather more
curious about eleanora.

- The lady's a
mystery I'd rather not solve.

- And yourself?

" Hm'?

I'm just a composite of what they are.

Decadent, corrupt,

lost in the myriad
facades of a doomed city.

I love them all.

It's another reflection of
venice painted on the water.

- We're going to be good friends.

- What makes you think so?

- Eh, maybe it's just something
about Richard's secretaries.

- Do you mean that you
knew the one before me?

- Sally?

Oh, she was the darling of my heart.

We loved each other profoundly.

We were inseparable.

- Now what?

- Why, why don't we.

- Do you know the story
of little red riding hood?

Sandro could you get the light, please?

- I was in the mood for a movie.

As a woman, I'd like
your opinion of this one.

- Sure.

It was little red what?

- Blue is more accurately put.

- Ooh, I love fairy's tales.

- Keep your eye up, girls.

Grandma, what a long pole you have.

- Ooh, that's too terrible.

I can't watch!

Oh,.

- That's not very grandmotherly, is it?

- She hasn't got an inch on me.

- Well, look at that.

- You know where to make a porno.

- You mean you
were not at that party

at Georgia's last week?

You'll have seen a virgin porno.

- I tell you,

the critics don't know
what they're talking about.

This is cinema verite.

I'm serious.

I can't believe it.

- It's got to be a dildo.

- He reminds me of sandro.

Where is sandro, by the way?

Oh, there he is.

Our sandro wasted no time, eh?

I can't say I blame him.

- Mm, look at that tongue action.

- That's what I was just...

- no, darling, up on the screen.

- Guido, is that your hand?

- I don't know, look at me.

- You're
marvelous, just marvelous.

- There they go again.

- Have you seen the porno version

of snow white and the seven dwarves?

Believe me, only the Germans could...

- oh, poor old
thing, he's tired out.

- Too much riding for that hood.

- You're too
much, did you hear that?

I said poor old thing, he's tired out,

and guido said, "too much
riding for that hood."

So much for little red
riding hood, and now?

What have we here?

- More cinema verite?

Say, isn't that...

- but of course,

I hardly recognized her
with her clothes on.

- Sally.

- Fantastic, absolutely fantastic.

- Hardly darling, look at mine.

- Drop whatever you're doing, Greta.

I've got an opening for a new story,

and I'd like you to type it out.

Ready?

Well then.

When she realized the danger,
it was already too late.

For her own violent death hovered near.

She'd wanted to uncover the truth

about her friend's disappearance.

That's why she maneuvered to get the job,

just a pretext to enter that house.

For it was there that her
friend was last seen alive.

What did you think of my
introductory paragraph?

- I wouldn't know yet.

- Well, it's only an idea of course,

but it could be developed,
don't you think?

- What story are you talking about?

- I have decided to write a whodunit.

- You're joking, Richard.

A writer of your standing?

- Nonsense.

The idea's rather exhilarating.

A perfect crime, my dear, is possible.

For a superior mind, of course.

I've already plotted the
events in chronological order.

And they won't be too
pleasant for our heroine.

You know, Greta.

An author has a way of acquiring
an almost morbid affection

for the heroine he creates.

It's painful to see her suffer.

Or be forced to have her die.

You're a new yorker, aren't you?

- Yes.

- How long have you been
with stratten publishers'?

- Over four years.

- Oh, well then you must have known Sally.

Sally Reese.

- Not necessarily.

I mean, there are more than
300 employees at stratten's.

- New York.

Fabulous city.

I lived there for many
years, just after the war.

Oh, it was magic then.

- You are certainly handy

with that shotgun, eleanora.

Two ducks to my none, I'm disgraced.

What would Hemingway say?

Eleanora?

Eleanora?

What is it?

- Mr. Stuart carries the key with him.

- Oh, I just had some
things to do in the city.

They'll just have to wait, I guess.

- Good morning, Greta.

Today we'll describe the
girl's disappearance.

On that fateful night, the
wind swept the moon away.

He rode standing up,
dipping and lifting his oar

with a continuous, ancient rhythm.

The shore moved farther away,

and now the villa was little more

than a white blur in the darkness.

On the bottom of the
boat lay the girl's body.

One might have thought she was sleeping,

were it not for the
unnatural way her head lay,

and the livid blue marks on her neck

in violent contrast with
the whiteness of her skin.

Her naked thighs and legs swayed gently

with the movement of the boat

as if life and pleasure
still dwelled there.

The boat was now clear of the
reeds and out in the open.

Furtively the oarsman looked around.

He'd reached a spot where he
knew the lagoon to be deep.

He bent to tie the girl's
ankles to a heavy anchor,

then the throbbing
sound of a diesel engine

made him stop and peer into the darkness.

A fishing boat was nearing.

He remained motionless in the dark.

He wasn't afraid, but he
had a wager against death

and he didn't wanna lose it.

The fisherman passed and continued on.

The oarsman lifted the girl's body

and threw it into the sea.

The anchor followed.

And the water settled once again.

It was a murder without
possibility of detection.

The body would never be found.

The fish and the sea had
already begun to consume

every last trace.

- Si.

- Giovanni, would
miss Franklin be around?

- Si.

- May I speak with her, please?

- Very well.

Mr. Stuart would like to speak with you.

- It wasn't out of
order after all, was it,

the telephone?

- No.

- Yes?

- Hello, Greta.

We've decided to dine out.

I don't think we'll be
back before tonight.

Hello?

Is anything wrong?

- No, no.

- Well, get some rest
if you're not feeling well.

Work can wait.

- No, I'm all right, really.

- Good.

Oh, we'll be having a
guest at the villa tonight.

Sandro.

- Yes, very well.

- We'll see you later, then.

Good bye.

- Good bye.

- Hello, this is Greta Franklin.

- I'm sorry, I didn't get that.

- Greta Franklin,

I want to speak to
commissioner antonelli, please.

- Can you tell me what's about?

- No, no, I just want to speak
to the commissioner, please.

- It's not possible, he's in Milan.

- On.

When will he come back?

- Tomorrow.

Maybe I can help you, miss.

- No, no, it's all right.

Just leave a message saying
that Greta Franklin called.

Thank you, good bye.

I didn't know anybody lived here.

I was just passing by by chance, really.

I live up at the villa.

Mr. Stuart's secretary.

I'm really very sorry, I'll be going now.

I've never eaten any.

Oh, that's a bad wound.

There.

I have to go now.

- If the sky is any indication,

it'll be a beautiful day tomorrow.

This should be a good
weight for you, Greta.

- But I know nothing about guns.

- You'll learn quickly enough.

- I don't have a license, either.

- Now, you must come, I insist.

You'll enjoy yourself.

- I don't have anything to wear.

- Ah, eleanora will lend you something.

Strange.

Fire that gives off no heat.

Don't you feel it?

The draft of cold air.

- Probably a
window needs to be closed.

- She's fainted, go get
her something to drink.

- Eleanora, eleanora.

Answer me, it's me, Richard.

- Here.

- No, don't give her anything.

Strange it should reoccur
after so many years.

- Reoccur?

- Eleanor has the power of
extrasensory perception.

They're gone!

Let's not get carried
away, it's only the clock.

- Yes, but why did it
strike only three times,

if it's now 11 o'clock?

- She's trying to tell us something.

Greta.

- Yeah.

- You wanna talk to Greta.

- Greta.

- What are you saying?

What is it, eleanora?

- Sally.

- Sally.

- You're Sally, and you
wanna talk to Greta.

Go on.

What are you saying?

Death.

That you're dead.

- Greta!

- Greta.

Greta will die?

- We all have to die.

- Very funny.

- Soon.

- Die soon?

Sandro, give me a hand.

- Si.

- We'll take her to her room.

It's a silly business.

Very impressive, but not
worth a sleepless night.

The phenomenon exists, true enough.

There's even an obscure
science that deals with it

called parapsychology,

but it's not explained by natural laws.

Lost souls, the dead, spirits, god forbid.

There's enough deviltry here
without their intervention.

- Why do you stare at me like that?

- You're very beautiful.

I could even fall in love
with a girl like you.

Why don't you get some rest.

- Good night, Mr. Stuart.

- Stay perfectly still.

When I give the signal, fire away.

. Okay-

- now, fire!

Hey!

Now, I think you'll fare
better on solid ground.

You can get a few good shots from here.

I'll be back later to pick you up.

" Help!

Help!

Help!

He“? Me!

Please!

Help!

Please, someone help me!

Help!

Give me you,

you're hand.

Please, please help.

- Catch!

- I received your message.

The Butler told me you
had gone out to San zeno.

I decided to come and have a look.

- They tried to kill me.

- What happened, exactly?

- They're going to pretend
there was a hunting accident.

They gave me a gun that wouldn't shoot,

and then they shot at me.

I just ran and ran...

- now, that's a very serious accusation.

Are you sure of what you're saying?

- Yes.

Eleanora shot at me repeatedly.

- From how far?

- 100, 200 feet, I don't know.

- An expert shot, which she is,

would hit a sparrow in
flight at that distance.

At 200 feet, a human target,
practically immobile.

I don't see how she could have missed you

if what you say is true.

Now, why did you call me?

Found out something about
Sally Reese by chance?

- They buried her in the lagoon.

- They what?

Who did?

- Richard Stuart.

I mean, I'm not positive about eleanora,

but I think she was involved, too.

- In the lagoon.

And how would you know that?

- He told me.

- He confessed to that?

- No, you see, he's writing a book.

I mean, he's dictating everything
to a tape recorder, and.

Oh, it's much too difficult to explain.

- You've been under tremendous strain.

I think it's time for
you to leave this house.

- That's exactly what they want me to do.

- I brought you something hot.

And this is for you.

- Thank you.

- Here.

Take a few drops.

It's a good stimulant.

Come.

It'll do you good.

You're being childish.

- I'll stop in again tomorrow.

- I'm the only one to blame.

And I must admit, the only one to punish.

I knew the young lady didn't
have a hunting license,

yet I insisted she come with us.

I hope you'll be able to
overlook the incident.

Well, besides, she didn't fire a shot.

- That's right, because
my gun wouldn't work.

- Now, when the barrels
are open for loading,

the safety is automatically set.

You can't shoot unless you release it.

Didn't you know that?

- See you tomorrow.

- We called the doctor.

Eleanora insisted, she's
very worried about you.

- It's final then.

You are not coming.

- Can you imagine Richard
for two weeks on the red sea?

Few attractions can tear him
away from his beloved venice.

- That's a shame.

It's the best skin diving
in the world there.

And besides, you know
everyone who's coming.

- Have a good time for us, too.

And the moment you get
back, come straight to us,

we'll count on it.

Right, Richard?

Richard, I'm talking to you.

- Huh?

- I was telling sandro,
oh, it's unimportant.

Bon voyage.

- I'll bring you back a fish.

- What was that policeman
doing, all those questions?

- What comes most natural to him.

The painter paints, the lover loves,

and the sleuth goes sleuthing.

- Sally's disappearance?

- You don't think a
girl can just fade away

without arousing some kind of curiosity.

- You mean, he suspects us?

- Probably.

The poor man has very little imagination.

- What about your new secretary?

Did you get that information from London?

- I didn't write after all.

- Why?

- I thought it over and
decided it'd be a bad move.

- What do you think will happen now?

- Nothing, what are you worried about?

- Right in here.

Now, you can here Richard Stuart himself

describing how they got
rid of Sally's body.

Of course, he doesn't mention any names.

He purposely keeps the description vague.

- Why would he tell you all this, Greta?

- The sadistic pleasure
of playing cat and mouse.

He knows very well why I came here.

But he has nothing to worry about

because he can always
say that any similarity

to any persons living or
dead is purely coincidental.

He erased everything.

- Mm-hm.

- Really, I.

Wait, I made a copy.

- That's gone, too?

- Yes.

You don't believe me, do you?

You think I imagined everything.

- I do need proof.

- It's Mrs. Stuart.

He is on the phone.

- Thanks a lot.

Hello?

- Hello, Greta.

Listen, did you type
up the new chapter yet?

- The new chapter?

- Oh, you mean you didn't find it?

I recorded it only last night.

- I found absolutely nothing.

I don't understand.

- Of course.

Now I know why you didn't find it.

I put the tapes in the
glass case in the library.

Go take a look, Greta.

- Yes, everything's here.

- Last night, I wanted
to check what I'd done.

I ended up putting everything in the case.

I guess I forgot
to tell you about it.

You think you can type up
the new chapter by tonight?

- Yes, certainly.

- Good.

See you later.

At first, she ignored the possibility

that there could be more than
one answer to the mystery.

But now she had the facts, and yet,

still she remained too confused
to understand their meaning.

While living in that house,

her friend had become a
slave to their every whim,

yet no one had forced her to it.

Somehow, she was sure of that.

How, then, could such
behavior be explained?

She was frightened by her very question.

She could imagine too
easily the forbidden world

her friend had embraced
and her own dark desires,

which had already begun
to stir inside her.

Seems more and more likely every day.

- What?

- That I'll fall in love with you.

- What would eleanora say to that?

- Eleanora?

My interest in her is one of admiration.

I'm fascinated by her ability
to assume two personalities,

totally different.

A fool might judge her a hypocrite,

but I enjoy the performance.

Recently, she's
been playing the part

of the defenseless woman
in need of protection.

No one would suspect

that every move is perfectly calculated.

I admire a fantastic deception.

But I don't love her.

- And why would you love me?

- Because with you, everything is honest.

Life is what it should be.

Simplicity.

- How did Sally die?

- Who told you she died?

- I've known it, I've always known it.

But I want to know the truth.

- It was an accident.

It happened last winter.

Ed stratten was passing
was passing through venice

and asked me to lunch with him.

Eleanora and Sally were
alone in the house.

I had called to say that lunch
was stretching into dinner,

and that most likely, I'd be
out until the small hours.

A little while later, eleanora
went out into the garden

to practice her shooting.

It was then that she saw
the fisherman, Rocco.

It had been our custom

to give him an occasional odd job to do.

Help him along, a little.

Ever in search of some untried delight,

eleanora took in his powerful physique

through the telescopic lens

and decided to invite him
to a party that very night.

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- No, no, I like.

- I was watching you today
when you were chopping wood.

You're a very strong man, aren't you?

I would say the most powerful
man I've known in all my life.

Would you prefer some vodka?

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- eleanora!

Eleanora, help!

He“? Me!

No, no!

No, no, I won't!

No, you're hurting me!

No!

- Let her alone!

Let her alone!

Let her alone!

- When I got back, Rocco was gone.

Eleanora was still unconscious,

and Sally was already.

- You know, in my mind,
i never accused you.

I always knew you were protecting someone.

- I can't pretend to be innocent.

I should have reported the matter.

But it would have caused
an enormous scandal,

and I'd have been ruined.

I had no choice but to
get rid of the body.

- What's bothering her?

- Greta.

It's me, Richard.

I've gotta talk to you.

Please, I beg you.

- Just as I reported, sir.

When this fisherman hauled in their net,

they found they had more than fish in it.

- Any possibility of
identification, dottore.

- It's a woman.

Young, I would say, 20 or 25.

I will know a little more
after we examine her.

Not much, though.

There's very little left of her.

- When did it happen?

- Well, in my opinion, she's
been in the water for months.

Probably since last winter some time.

- Senora.

Today's paper.

- The days'll never end without you.

- I won't be in London
for more than three days.

Now, I'm going to kiss you.

- Richard, you can't.

- Yes, I know.

Our friend's spying on us.

I must say, he's very accommodating.

He came the moment you called.

- I'll convince him, you'll see.

I'm sure of it.

- I'll be thinking very hard...

Of you every minute.

Good morning, Greta.

- Good morning.

- Why did you call me?

Something come up?

- No, I just wanted to tell
you it was all a mistake.

The things I told you
were just part of a story,

a fantasy, that's all.

- What made you change your mind?

- Well, I thought about it,

and, well, I guess my
nerves just gave out.

It was very foolish of
me to have those doubts.

They were based on absolutely nothing.

Well, I realize that now.

- Be careful.

You're playing a very dangerous game.

The remains of a young woman
were found in the lagoon.

- Sally?

- The coroner is examining the body now.

We'll know soon.

- Yes, well could you tell me what time

the train that left this morning
at 9:30 arrives in London?

Yes.

Oh, thank you.

Hello?

- Greta, can we see you in
the living room immediately?

- Yes, well, is something wrong?

- Nothing, but please come, will you?

- Eleanora?

Oh, on the phone, I thought you said we.

- There is someone here.

And old friend of mine.

Come, I want you to meet him.

This is Rocco.

As a physical specimen, unparalleled,

and the most virile male I've ever known.

Even when he's drunk.

Let's make a little party.

Lately, everyone has been
so gloomy around here.

Come on.

Drink up.

Rocco's the perfect mate.

No inhibitions, no complexes.

He's an experience you shouldn't miss.

Do you like her?

Greta's a splendid girl.

Her skin's soft and smooth like velvet.

Her hair, like silk.

Isn't she marvelous?

Answer.

She's yours.

Take her, Rocco.

Take her.

- Richard!

- There was one slight omission

in my account of Sally's death.

I forgot to mention i
was also there that day.

- What does this mean?

- They found a body in the
lagoon, it's all over the papers.

If they identify Sally, you'd
be a very damaging witness.

You know too much.

I enjoyed feeding you the information.

It was a dangerous game
but a thrilling one.

I kindled your suspicions

without giving you any way to prove them.

There was always that margin of doubt.

But I didn't think they'd find the body.

The game's over now.

- What do you mean?

- That you must die.

Like that fool of a Butler

that thought he could blackmail us.

- You're mad, they'll find
out, they'll know it's you.

- How?

I have a perfect alibi.

I'm in London.

Your friend antonelli saw me off.

In a sense, you invited him.

- Neither Richard nor i
could be held responsible

for the action of a half-witted brute.

- The police understand these matters.

Rocco attacked you.

The Butler came to your
aid and was killed.

He then turned like a crazed
animal and murdered you.

- No, no!

Please, no!

- Go on, Rocco, take her.

She's yours.

Take her.

- No!

- The bodies will be found in Rocco's hut.

A mental examination will
prove him unbalanced.

He'll be charged with Sally's death, too.

The case will be closed.

- No, no!

- The perfect crime is possible

with a superior mind.

- You.

You remember, don't you?

You cut your finger, and
i bandaged it for you.

- Richard.

What's the matter with you?

You fool.

Go on.

Do as I say!

Go on!

Obey me, you stupid ox!

Go on, go on!

Take her!

Take her!

- You all right?

Eleanora!

What'll we do?

Eleanora.

- Rocco!

- Greta, I.

- I'm sorry to see you leave.

- You've been so kind.

- It was easy.

Oh, I went to visit that fisherman, Rocco.

He's getting psychiatric care.

He wanted to know how you were.

- There's nothing I can
do to help him, is there?

- No.

- Grazie.

- I'll be back in a minute.

Bon voyage.

- Thank you.

- By the way, the girl
they found in the lagoon

was not Sally Reese.

If Richard had known that,

well, it doesn't matter anymore.

Good bye.