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Others, their mouths watering,

pull off their veils and cry.

They scratch their aching bodies that shiver and shake,

crushing the flowers and biting the grass.

Then they laugh like lunatics,

up to the stars.

At long last!

Come in!

Welcome!

Come on!

Can I help you take off your cloak?

Can I get you a drink?

I got your favourite champagne ready.

Drink it, Mistress.

Nice!

Did you hurt your hand? Did you get a boo-boo?

Not that one!

D0 it again, please!

Thank you, yes... Again!

Wonderful, yes!

What are you doing?

Open the door!

Why won't it open?

Hello, inspector.

What did I do? I'm innocent!

...he got a hooker every night and you've never seen him?

- You haven't either? - I haven't.

- You didn't see anything? - I didn't see shit!

That's what I expected!

This is serious, it isn't the usual roundup!

- Thanks! - N0 problem, Bonbon.

D0 you know this man? His name was Mattia Grandi.

I've never seen a guy with eyes like that.

They're sticking out of the sockets because he was strangled.

Imagine him with a normal face.

- That's Lollipop! - What does that mean?

He liked licking feet, legs...

Leave out the details, did you ever have him?

N0, I'm in the lesbian department.

He hung out at the S&M fetish area in Porta Volta.

- Where are the Porta Volta girls? - Over there!

And here are the specifics, someone talk to the chauffeur.

Whatever, whatever!

Lo Menzo! What are you doing? Get here on time!

Who's on the bank kidnapping?

Franconi and Scarpa do kidnappings.

Just perfect! And if I may ask...

what are you working on?

To be specific, two recent homicides.

Which ones? There've been seven in the last day.

Laura Falconieri and Mattia Grandi.

- I'm throwing this out. - What's this?

Kid's stuff. A book of fables and illustrations.

D0 I have time for illustrations?

Well, our killer does.

It was found with Falc0nieri's body.

There's another one.

This was with Grandi's body.

Fine, tell me what it's about.

The illustrations are on pages 10 and 17.

He cut them out from another book.

A 19th century children's classic: "Shock-Headed Peter".

You did some very thorough research but...

tell me what it means.

How would I know? I haven't come to a conclusion.

But the two murders are related.

- The killer left... - His business card!

He's trying to distinguish himself.

He steals nothing, there's no apparent motive.

Why did he kill someone?

- You're asking me? - Excuse me but I think...

...the two cases can be included

in the category of sex crimes

which are a result of our overly permissive society!

I think the killer is a lunatic

who has a strong subconscious desire to be arrested.

As all criminals are,

according t0 Freudian theory.

- Who are you? - Mario Lombardozzi, convict.

- Bye, Lo Menzo. - Bye.

- Have a good day. - Good night, you mean.

I met a foxy chick in the elevator.

- Foxier than me'? - That's impossible.

What's for dinner?

Curried rice, soy and bean sprouts.

This macrobiotic cooking is a drag.

It's better than your spaghetti

with clams and cholera, you Southern hick!

You jungle bunny! If I'm a hick, what are you?

A descendent from a clan of kings.

You're the queen so kiss your white slave.

Let's just go in the other room...

I've got some new tricks, I get on the bottom and...

You animal! You're worse than a black man!

Eat something and if I want to, we can have sex.

Now teach me the new tricks you learned.

A link between the two victims exists.

They are members and founders of this club:

The Fauna Lovers Club.

Four or five years ago, if you remember.

N0, Iwas in Rome. What is it?

An association of animal lovers

that collected endangered species.

They were also into hash and other drugs.

S0 more flora than fauna.

Inspector Del Re from Como filed a report on it.

It's in the archive, I'll get it.

Here it is.

Yes, Fauna Lovers Club.

Here.

It's empty-

- Donati! - Here I am!

Here I am!

What's happened?

This folder is empty!

- The papers must have fallen out. - Someone did it on purpose!

Please don't do anything to me!

- It wasn't me! - Well, it was someone!

And that person must pay!

Careless lazy bums! Slackers!

Prick.

So my wife is cheating on me!

- The pictures prove it. - How embarrassing.

How humiliating.

She's never done those things with me, that slut!

But what a great body!

- What do you think? - I guess so.

And she's so photogenic.

How did you get such good quality pictures?

With little cameras hidden in her lover's home.

Look at that ass! And her tits, they're so slutty!

- Can I keep these? - Yes, it's included in the price.

Because this is important.

- Can I go now? - Of course.

- Pandolfi, can you come in here? - Straight away.

- Beautiful... and beastly! - Beat it, shrimp.

Forget I said that.

Scanavini, let me introduce my closest collaborator: Pandolfi.

Pandolfi, please record Mr Scanavini's and my conversation.

Why? I was hoping for a private meeting.

We can trust Pandolfi.

I assure you no one will hear this recording.

Here is the microphone.

- I've come t0 you... - Just a moment.

- Now you can talk. - I've come t0 you...

Speak louder.

I've come to you, Mr Struwwel, because...

Two friends of mine, Mattia Grandi and Laura Falconieri

were murdered recently.

And?

- The cops are groping in the dark... - As usual!

I suspect that...

their deaths have something to do with...

Villa Hoffmann.

Villa Hoffmann?

That doesn't ring a bell.

What happened?

- You don't remember? - N0.

Four years ago, in that villa...

We were all there and a girl...

...died.

"Fauna Club Investigation: Leads nowhere."

Hello? S0 you're Giotto!

They know nothing in Rome, no records at the Hall of Justice.

Tell me about this Inspector Del Re.

Stop screaming, you're hurting my ear!

He resigned? He disappeared from Como?

Keep an eye on the brothel owners, follow the Porta Volta lead.

Get the pimps to talk. The bus!

Why has Bucciarelli been gone for an hour and not 10 minutes?

Huh? All right, bye.

Well? I'm interested in what you're saying.

I've told you everything.

I can't say anymore.

Don't kid around, tell me everything.

- D0 we have a deal or not? - They're secrets, I can't tell you.

It would be unprofessional.

I'll get you closed down.

What you do is illegal, you know that?

I don't run some third-rate casino.

Gambling's illegal but casinos are tolerated, you know why?

Because the state gets a few cents out of it.

- You've given money to the state? - Not much, I admit.

But my work helps you out, and quite a bit.

My equipment, the information, the favours.

You've made use of my files,

my international acquaintances,

my electronic equipment...

Equipment that would cost the state

as much as one year of police and carabinieri budgets.

I don't like this equipment.

I'll confiscate it, it's illegal.

It's against the law to simply follow someone!

Well, so is smoking smuggled cigarettes.

That's not as serious.

You know what the most amazing piece of equipment is here?

The most safe and efficient?

Here it is, the phone!

You have to know how to use it.

This gives someone power. A telephone.

Just 2, 3 or 5 telephones

and you can control an entire city.

- Sure... The country, the world! - That's right, my friend.

If they work. I always get an engaged tone.

I have a meeting soon, follow me.

Come back tomorrow and I promise to give you

a nice amount of information.

Those illustrations found by the victims...

D0 you know where they come from'?

That awful German book: "Shock-Headed Peter".

That's right... What's the author's name?

Hoffmann!

Villa Hoffmann, perhaps the similarity is intentional.

Or perhaps not.

Whatever happened t0 Hoffmann?

- The author or the villa? - The owner of the villa.

He died from a brain haemorrhage in Amsterdam.

N0 one in Milan has ever seen the body.

And all of his friends have gone missing.

There we are.

Oh really?

How is my mommy dearest'?

How do you think, you little asshole?

She'll sleep tonight.

Dear mother...

That's Picozzi!

If the judges looked into all the dirty money,

arrest warrants would be sent all over Italy!

- Angelo! - Yes, mommy dearest?

Mommy dearest! Picozzi is on the TV!

- Ernesto! Remember him? - That dickhead!

- Remove one of these pillows. - Yes, mommy dearest.

Now mommy dearest is taking a nap.

- Goodnight. - Where's the maid?

In the toilet, I think.

Two crimes are in the spotlight.

The killer leaves illustrations by the bodies.

Two newspapers have already made unusual hypotheses about you.

They say you're involved. How and why?

My implication in this grotesque affair

is completely false.

But I'd like to summarize the situation anyway.

It's getting more and more frightening.

Miss?

Miss?

I'm leaving, goodbye.

Is someone picking you up?

Ifl may, I'll...

Don't worry, it's just the alarm.

Nowadays... a girl by herself at night.

- A pretty girl like you... - Goodnight.

Look at that twit Picozzi!

Any attempt to charge me...

Now the light's going out.

But I already have here an apology letter.

One editor-in-chief wants me to withdraw the charges...

- What happened? - He's been shot!

Okay, off the air!

Mommy dearest!

Can't you feel the beat?

I don't feel like it anymore.

A whisky, please.

Come here, stop being silly.

- I saw a blacker arm than yours. - What do you mean?

- Ever heard of Joan of Arc? - The queen who was burned alive.

She wasn't a queen, but she was burned alive.

- D0 you know that girl? - Yes. D0 you like her?

Who are you?

This is one of the top photographers around.

Evelyn Christie? It's you! What a pretty lady!

Evelyn is a man's name!

- What floor? - Sorry?

Don't you remember? In the elevator?

- The girl who was following me! - You were following me.

But I've never... could I have this dance?

- Aren't you with someone? - A girl but...

She's left me for Evelyn!

- Who's off beat? Us or them? - Them, of course.

Music is such a romantic thing.

Then recite a poem from Apollinaire for me.

- What an awful accent! - I do my best.

- Who are you? - Jeanne. Want to know more?

N0, that's all.

- Why don't we leave? - I'm with friends.

If your friends even try to take you away from me, I'll sock them one!

- I'm terrible when I'm angry! - Shall we dance, Jeanne?

A typical underworld crime. We shouldn't stray too much.

The classic punishment of a disobedient hooker.

Regarding Miss La Menic0ni's case,

there's no connection with the fairy tale murderer,

who by the way just killed someone on TV.

I was thinking about La Meniconi.

She was suspected of killing Mattia Grandi.

Suspected, t0 say the least.

The report shows that the fingerprints 0n Grandi's neck

were compared to La Meniconi's and they match.

So there's no doubt: She's the killer.

The fairy tale killer!

- It's quite obvious! - What if it were two people?

- What are you talking about? - It could be.

One of them kills while the other leaves the illustration.

Before we are swamped with tons of hypotheses,

let's consider the unbelievable murder of Picozzi.

He was killed on live TV in front of millions of people.

The station staff were questioned

but nothing was found against them.

- Who are they? - Gianna Bartegazzi.

Fiorenza Cartelli...

Ruth told me about you, she said you're a policeman.

A cop, a pig, a bobby.

You could say that.

She also said you're not like everyone else.

- Am I better 0r worse? - What do you think?

The police is like all places, there are honest people too.

I couldn't stand being at the station on a Sunday.

This was nice of you.

- Ruth told me... - Stop talking about Ruth!

- She cheated on me with a white guy. - Aren't you white?

I'm Neapolitan, that's different.

Who said Naples is the only African city with no European quarter?

A Neapolitan, of course.

- Did you see that? - What?

Those two performing obscene acts in public.

- Like two cats. - Two rabbits.

- Why don't you arrest them? - I'm on their side.

Look, why did you ask me t0 come with you?

To eat fish by the lake.

- So this is Villa Hoffmann? - Yes.

- Forget it, it's locked. - Let's climb over here.

Climb? That's a serious crime!

Come on, Inspector. Jump.

Bloody hell!

What's so funny? Give me your hand.

- You're afraid, aren't you? - N0!

Are you hurt?

Hoffmann was a big traveller. He got animals from everywhere.

Then he sold everything, went t0 Amsterdam and died.

What did The Fauna Lovers do?

Nothing with animals. They'd meet here on Saturdays.

Look! Poor thing.

I wonder who feeds him.

- How many times have you been here? - Just once.

I was invited and and figured everything out too late.

What are you looking at?

Now let's do something more serious.

All men follow me. Come on, gentlemen.

The men sit over there.

Come on, Mattia!

Where do we go?

The ladies sit on the couch.

This is a fun game I learned in Hong Kong.

You, put some music on now!

Rosa, come here. Now you...

Under the table, like I told you...

Don't be silly, this is why you're here.

Goom

The girl's name was Rosa. Rosa Capena.

A hooker who spiced up the evenings.

Her pimp used to bring her then pick her up later

along with his compensation.

It's Mattia, that stud!

He's moaning and groaning!

Of course it's him!

You're all wrong! Mattia and I set it up.

- Good job. - Let's do it again!

It's time for a break.

I'm no longer a young chap, as you know.

But this time, I'm going under the table!

D0 you want me? You do? Then here I go!

- Nice group of friends! - Nothing special.

Things like that go on everywhere.

But then the alcohol started to hit at dawn.

- And then... - Then what?

Why? Let me go! Let me go!

Are you ready?

She passed out!

She's dead.

Then Rosa's pimp, Agostino, came to get her.

Hoffmann told him the story they made up.

That Rosa died of a heart attack in the lounge.

Agostino Farundi. Born in Barletta, 4 July 1940.

Elementary school. Reformatory.

At 14 he ran away to Turin. Motorcycle theft and drug dealing.

A 3-year sentence, two pardons.

In the drug and prostitution market.

Hospitalised for tuberculosis.

Corrupting a minor in Milan in 1960. Acquitted.

Indicted again for drug dealing.

- D0 it, you pig! - You're my little whore!

You weren't supposed to hear that... Well, this Farundi!

A born criminal.

There's no such thing! You're still hooked on Lombroso.

- Who's Lombroso? - Forget it.

How can someone who lived through injustice

understand whatjustice is?

- Are you a communist? - What does that matter?

He didn't kill Grandi,

his new girl to protect did, La Melinconi.

She was killed by Farundi so she wouldn't confess.

This was her last place of residence.

- Does Agostino Farundi live here? - I don't know anything.

Nice place! I bet they charge rent too.

Birdie, birdie,

be careful when the hunter's round.

He'll lock you up for good!

May l?

- Was that you singing? - D0 I look like Mina?

D0 you know Agostino Farundi? Does he live here?

- I live here! - I meant in the building.

It's a big place, people come and go.

By the way, who are you? What are you doing in my house?

I'm trying to do my make-up!

- Watch your mouth! - Look, we...

We're friends of his, it's business.

Friends, are you?

I'd like to help, you're so nice. But how can l?

This Agostino...

- Who was that? - I know no one here.

I keep to myself and they keep to themselves.

I'm going to slap you one!

You can't touch civilians. G0 read the constitution!

Forget it, we just want to talk to Agostino.

Get out, I have t0 get dressed.

- What if we don't? - I'll change anyway!

- Cover yourself! Let's go! - Why?

- But wait... - Get going!

- Come on! - I'm coming!

I want to look around.

Look over there.

There's a book here.

This reveals all! He even wrote his name on it!

"Farundi Agostino, San Vittore Prison, Summer 1967." He lives here.

- Call the station. - We could wait for him.

And have him make us coffee? The girl's singing was a warning!

Then he left on his bike.

- Let's arrest her. - For what? Illegal singing?

Wake up, dunce.

- Haircut and shave. - Right away!

Check the fluids and oil, there's no stopping before Munich.

Beloved Italy, go fuck yourself!

Holy shit!

- Wait! - Screw you!

Wait, wait!

This killer is versatile. He steals trucks, buses...

- Shoots 0n TV. - He's everywhere, who is he?

S0 much for macrobiotic food!

Tomato...

Disgusting...

Cheese.

- Hello, Inspector. - Keep the change.

- You know we're closed tomorrow? - So what?

Bye.

- Holy cow! - Who, me?

N0, but that's not how you walk in someone's house.

I didn't think cops were so jumpy.

Now you know.

All that wine wasted!

Ruth left, she's in England.

- She left me this. - She ran off with Evelyn.

- So? - That's all.

I'm upstairs and I couldn't sleep. I was afraid.

- Afraid of... - Yep.

- So you're seeking refuge... - With a bigger scaredy-cat than me.

I'm not afraid!

I'm just a little nervous.

I don't sleep enough.

If you have to leave...

If you want to stay, stay. Since you're...

That was my plan.

But before I go to sleep, I usually have sex.

- So do I. - So casual, I like that.

- But before we have sex... - You mean...

I like it...

- This way? - Yes.

N0!

- What's with you? - I have to make a phone call.

- Who to? - Sigrid.

- A girlfriend of mine. - Right now?

I've been kind of weird lately.

I need to have this friend nearby in times like this.

You want her nearby?

- We can call her later. - As you wish.

But you have to be affectionate. Kiss me hard.

- So when did it happen? - What?

- Rosa's death. - November 30.

Today's date. Where is she buried?

- Who? - Rosa Catena.

I don't know.

I'll find out. G0 back to sleep, I'm leaving.

Bye.

Agostino Farundi! Don't move!

Who's moving?

You pimps sure are soppy!

Visiting her grave the day she died!

The first time you could after all those years in jail.

What are you arresting me for? What did I do?

They taught us this in catechism, visit the dead.

They also say do not kill. S0 stick with the rules.

- Are you setting me up? - You set yourself up.

4 murders!

Pasting their obituaries in a notebook, that's evidence!

I was only glad they died!

They killed Rosa! I'm innocent, let me go!

Now where are you going to go?

Wait!

That's enough! Will you stop being so stupid?

Put that shovel down!

Come here...

These cutlets come from the new machine.

I can almost taste the artificial colouring.

Maybe the recipe isn't perfect yet.

We raised the temperature. Tomorrow...

Whatever, just make sure you check it out.

FAIRY TALE KILLER CAUGHT NIGHTMARE OVER

- It washes outwith water. - I know!

That's good, okay.

That's good, okay.

Stand still, Sigrid! Turn around, Sheila!

Smile!

Freeze! Freeze Sheila!

Look over her, Jeanne.

Jeanne and Sigrid are done. You stay on, Sheila.

Turn sideways.

Don't move!

- Wait! - I didn't mean to interrupt.

- Wait, please. - I'm no voyeur.

Just make love and be happy.

Stay here, slave boy!

- Wait! - How dare she call me slave boy'?

- Why? - I wouldn't mind a threesome.

Of course I wouldn't!

But no one in love likes to see that stuff.

- You're in love with me? - Yes.

But pretend I never told you.

You coming here so late isn't really appropriate.

- But we won't tell anyone. - N0.

What's that?

Slavery: Handcuffs and Cav0ur's glasses.

But these were considered modern in Cavour's day.

Have a seat.

I'm going to show you something, then we can leave.

I looked into the Villa Hoffmann case you told me about.

I checked the list of wild animals.

It goes on and on. For example...

There was a tiger there.

Can you believe that?

- Jeanne! - I told you there was.

He had a lot of tigers.

- It says it's from Kenya. - So?

Tigers come from Asia, not Africa.

This one might have immigrated.

You can buy tigers in Africa like you can in Hamburg.

I looked into it: Telegrams, phone calls...

Hoffmann caught a lion in Kenya.

- But it died during the trip. - Poor thing! Big old cat!

Right, and I always pet them on my lap!

I pet them all over and kick them in the ass!

The lion died and he went to Tunis.

- D0 you know anything about that? - N0.

I wasn't with him that time. We weren't really friends.

He came back to Italy

and there was a live tiger in the cage.

There's nothing odd, in Algiers...

- Tunis. - Right... Tunis.

Maybe he just had t0 buy an animal!

I know, I always feel so lost without one!

I was hoping you'd give me some explanation.

There's nothing weird about it.

Maybe he had a deal with a zoo or a circus.

- He just had t0 get one. - Let's go, I'm tired.

I don't feel so great.

- We caught the killer! - Good job!

So let's celebrate.

Okay, the nightmare is over.

The monster's been caught.

But what monster? Not Agostino because...

it's someone else.

I have to get t0 the bottom of this. There is a lead...

Inspector Del Re, who was forced to resign

and he disappeared and was maybe killed, remember?

Yes, vaguely.

Did you find his reports?

Not many of them.

The reports involving high-level people are missing.

Someone interested got there first and ripped them up like this!

- Hey! - Sorry.

Get on it and keep me informed.

- Don't worry, I will. - Good.

It's an obsession, I won't go out alone anymore.

- We need protection! - I have just the people.

Stake out the homes of these clients.

Monitor doors and windows and follow them everywhere.

- Who are these men? - One is an ex-cop.

The other is an ex-killer.

Don't worry, I've redeemed them of their past crimes.

Now tell me...

how did you meet Mr Hoffmann?

I love animals.

He started Fauna Lovers.

I know, he organized safaris in Africa.

I went a few times.

We hunted panthers, lions and elephants.

- That's strange for an animal lover. - Why? We didn't kill them.

They'd tranquillise them with special bullets.

They'd bring them here to sell at circuses and zoos.

That's still strange for animal lovers.

What does this have to do with our problem?

As the cop always says, I ask the questions.

What else do you want to know?

We'd better proceed with caution.

I can't get upset, I have high blood pressure.

Drinking and eating chocolates will be the end of you!

They're just little comforts, little joys of life.

If you want to be rude, I can play too.

You, for instance! This is a valuable ring!

- Was it a gift? - Yes... no! I bought it.

Very big and very pure.

Have you ever been on a safari in South Africa?

- What kind of question is that? - Have you?

It's a nice place if you're white.

Inspector Del Re! He lived here.

- Can I see his room? - There's nothing in it.

Not even a notebook, book or old clothes?

There's a few books.

- Can I have a look? - It's over there.

Are you fainting?

She's always wasted.

- At 9 in the morning? - All day!

I went to Villa Hoffmann and I'm suspicious about the death...

It's your right to leave. Don't let fear take over you.

I'm not afraid, it's for work.

- I'm a model, remember? - I know, you all are.

- But you keep dumping me. - I'm also afraid.

Okay, I'm very afraid. I wouldn't leave you for work.

I can still find another model to sleep with.

Asshole! Screw you!

I didn't mean that, I was kidding.

Here... it's for you.

I really cared about you.

You should say "care" not "cared".

- I'll be back and we'll be together. - Sure.

You'll be back.

- I'm taking you. - Where?

- To the border. - What about work?

I'll take care of it.

- I don't want to be to blame. - I am.

Come on.

Sorry about the detour, I need to check on the cages.

What cages?

I'm just curious, I've got a hunch.

- But they're over there! - I meant these cages here.

- Want a smoke? - N0.

It's not solid iron, they're hollow.

Solid iron is heavy, this is easy to take apart.

Nice tube. A lot of room inside.

- You could fit anything. - Like what?

Like diamonds, there are a lot of them in South Africa.

There are animals and diamonds too.

If you put diamonds and animals together,

customs won't get too picky about a panther in a cage.

And if you want to hide diamonds in a tube,

stick a wild animal in the cage and you're off scot-free.

What are you talking about?

Ijust like making up mystery stories.

But there's always an ending to mysteries.

The bad guy always gets caught.

This is a nice place, a nice isolated villa.

Perfect for Fauna Lovers meetings

that sometimes go wrong.

You can't plan everything.

You're making these crazy ideas up.

I told you, I like mysteries.

Like that notorious party, I imagine it differently.

That little twist that can really change things.

Everyone had left by dawn.

Only members of that strange import-export club were still there.

But someone else was there too.

Two million dollars!

They didn't realize someone was lurking around.

- Rosa's here! - Hadn't she left?

- What are you doing? - Nothing, go back t0 the lounge.

- Let's go inside. - I don't really care.

I don't care what you do.

I'm a friend, aren't I? I don't care what you do.

Let's go inside.

- What do you want from me? - Nothing.

Just relax.

You're with friends.

Why won't you let me leave?

Stay here, I'll be right back.

What are you worried might happen to you?

You don't have t0 explain to anyone.

I didn't see anything!

We believe you, there was nothing to see.

- One last drink? - All right.

One for the road. It will relax you.

Let's find a more comfortable spot.

Have a seat.

Drink up. Drink up!

- Help me. - N0!

Drink it! Hold her down.

Here, drink up.

Open your mouth!

And lie still!

A little more... a little more.

- That's how it went. - How would you know?

The police investigate too.

The most interesting evidence disappeared with Del Re.

- But I did find some notes... - You're bluffing.

- Where do I fit in all this? - You were H0ffmann's lover.

- N0, I wasn't! - You helped him to avoid suspicion.

Remember when that one stop was in Algiers and not Tunis?

- What stop? - The lion died during the trip.

You got a tiger t0 take its place.

Or the cage would be empty at customs.

Then it would be easier to find the diamonds.

You're insane!

Here I am, Dr L0 Menzo.

You even had the rifle ready.

- This was rather imprudent. - Professional risks.

And I trust your intelligence.

Killing me might get you in trouble.

Who would ever know? I'm dead.

I left the evidence in my office.

It says you're alive and I saw you here.

You can't have recognized me.

That was a suspicious homeless man in the cage.

It wasn't a real tramp.

How could you tell?

His shoes.

They were Sax0n's. 30,000 liras.

Homeless people don't wear those.

Well clone, Sherlock. But I still have no choice.

This wasn't planned.

I have to kill you so I can continue living.

And so it shall be.

They'll know right away.

I know how t0 get rid of bodies.

My father was in the SS, he taught me a lot of secrets.

There.

You're safe here, I'll get you an ambulance.

- Hi, Hoffmann. - Who are you?

Peter Struwwel, private detective. We have friends in common.

You can all go to hell.

Don't you want to escape?

It would be a snap

to break this lock open.

You could go back to Amsterdam.

But you're legally dead there, aren't you?

This makes me sick, how much do you want?

It was just an idea, that's all.

And plus, you can't leave.

All the police want is to nab your friends' killer.

Leave me alone!

- Or kill me. - That would be pointless.

It would be much more convincing if you killed yourself.

They'd close the case straight away.

What would I get out of killing myself?

Ever since you've been in here,

the only thing you've wanted is to kill yourself.

- You just want to die. - That's not true!

People like you can't handle trials,

you can't stand the police touching you.

You'd never want t0 spend your last days in jail.

You'd lose your lucidity.

You couldn't stand the humiliation.

Prove you're a better man.

- I didn't kill anyone! - Maybe not your friends.

But Rosa Catena...

Yes, you killed her.

D0 you want to spend your life in prison?

In a dark cell like one of your animals?

N0! I'm a free man, a hero!

Then act like a hero!

This is the key t0 your freedom.

Make your wish come true, fly away like a bird.

I'd kill you first.

That would be cowardly.

A vile, useless act.

You have to suffer to be a hero.

But that one word makes it worth it: Hero!

Hero!

Ruth is in England and Jeanne's in jail.

You seem more upset this time.

- Are you in love? - I don't know.

I had to do my job.

- She saved you, that counts in trial. - I hope so.

- D0 you like Rachmaninov? - Sort of.

- Schumann? - Well...

- D0 you like classical music? - N0.

Just fuck off.

We've got a good start: We uncovered diamond smugglers

and how Rosa Catena died.

- We arrested Farundi. - Who has nothing to do with it.

Don't forget we don't know who the killer is.

I'm so confused.

It's not Agostino or Hoffmann. The French girl...

It's not Jeanne!

- She's not involved in the murders! - Okay!

- Then who is it? - I do have an idea...

Looking for me?

"Great spirits always meet." Who said that?

I don't remember.

- Let's talk about the murders. - There's no motive.

The motive is important in investigations.

That comes later.

Hoffmann faked his death to keep up his smuggling.

I didn't know that!

Stop acting so dumb.

A diamond smuggler wouldn't waste time

in killing the witnesses to Rosa Catena's death.

I see no motive.

D0 you think Hoffmann is innocent?

- What if it's blackmail? - A club of blackmailers?

Blackmailers Associated? That's ridiculous.

- How's your blood pressure? - 180!

- Sweets and alcohol sure help. - I know.

So what is your conclusion?

I ignored the motive.

I started with little clues, little facts.

Like what?

I studied the illustrations.

Little pictures for kids.

One for every victim, by Hoffmann the writer.

Criminals always want t0 get caught.

It is a macabre invitation t0 a treasure hunt.

A plot by Hoffmann t0 challenge the police.

- Shall we have a look? - I'd love to.

Here are the characters in "Shock-Headed Peter".

Paolina was burned alive, then there's Scissorman,

the three who drowned in ink.

- D0 you like these? - I've always liked dark humour.

I like them.

All the characters are here.

Except for the main one, the most well-known.

What's your name?

- Peter Struwwel. - The original German title.

- "Struwwelpeter". - This is great!

So I'm the main character,

the last victim of the series?

Or the killer, you choose.

That's very original, I hadn't thought of that.

Me, an old limping man, going around killing people.

It's too complex, it would be too big of a mistake.

You don't need to run to kill. Or even leave your office.

- Then how did I do it? - By phone.

- What? - By phone.

You said before it's all you need t0 rule a city.

Especially if you know all its secrets.

And you have them: Files, records, pictures.

That's very sharp, I underestimated you.

My frontal lobes are highly developed.

So, Shock-Headed Peter... I mean Peter Struwwel...

Shall we end this fable?

Francesco Gragnati, alcoholic thief.

He killed Falconieri. He was a bus driver.

Pasquale Di Cesare, TV cameraman,

sex maniac, exhibitionist, three-time offender.

He killed Picozzi during the TV show.

Gervaso Fabbri, taxi driver.

Suspected of killing two members of high-society.

He killed Scanavini.

Luciano Gasparri, heroin addict and dealer.

5-time offender.

He killed Colaianni.

And finally, Fiorenzo Mascherpa.

He killed La Meniconi.

To make sure she didn't reveal the name

of the person who killed Mattia Grandi.

Satisfied?

And we were only looking for one killer!

Right.

Then you thought there might be more than one.

Criminals don't usually make me nauseous but you make me puke!

- You realized... - A very simple thing.

How easy it is to be a killer.

Just have someone to order it and money to pay for it.

Killing is child's play.

There's a thin line between being honest and a killer.

We're all corruptible, all of us can kill.

You knew all about the people you paid!

Exactly!

Compromising pictures, letters, recordings...

I'd grab the phone and say:

G0 kill so-and-so.

And to save themselves, they'd do it.

Blackmail and murder.

A refined technique, easy to put into play.

Will I be able to leave? Preferably alive?

Of course.

And take you to the station?

If that's necessary, but there's something else.

It would be sad t0 have to leave all this.

Prison will be a new experience.

But no one will send me gifts.

I'll send you oranges and cigarettes.

And some chocolates too.

S0 I'm Shock-Headed Peter?

And I challenged the police!

- You admitted it. - You're right.

A macabre treasure hunt, is what I said.

- I said something else too. - What?

The motive, remember?

What's my motive?

Why would I have killed the Fauna Lovers?

My clients were all very rich people.

Just like the ones who were killed.

Why would I kill my clients?

My sources, my contacts!

N0, businessmen don't make moves like that.

Why did you show me those slides?

- To collaborate with the police. - Against yourself?

N0, but you've figured that out.

Either you or one of your men is the killer.

You could say, one of my men.

You could also say, one of yours.

When did you find out Del Re was using your systems?

2 or 3 days ago, but it was too late.

I had to cover up the scandal I would have been dragged into.

That was my only crime.

Is that all?

Don't forget I regularly collaborated with the law.

S0, where is he?

Here is the man who put my theory into practice.

Anyone can kill if necessary.

A man with a motive.

His career was ruined so he left the police.

He got revenge against the people who ruined him through me.

Meet Inspector Del Re.

I'm pleased t0 meet you.

But you are under arrest.

N0, I didn't do anything.

Struwwel, you're crazy.

You have no evidence against me.

I have all the evidence lneed.

I defended you, I made them suspect Hoffmann.

But L0 Menzo figured it all out.

You're the victim now, the game is over.

My poor friend.

I can only feel sorry for you.

Be rational and follow me.

I understand your anger, your mistrust in the law

But our law is better

than doing it yourself, despite its imperfections.

Don't you think? Let's go.

Stop!

There's no law, we are the law!

Italy must be saved!

We need order!

We will save Italy!

Pandolfi is trying to escape! He's armed!

- Shoot on sight! - No, don't shoot you idiot!

No! No!