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(people chattering)

- I swear to God you're always hanging around supermarkets.

- Not always.

This time I ran out of tea.

- Okay, but the things you buy go in there.

Not in there.

- You're right. Only I'm not buying it.

- Oh, well in that case. (laughing)

(gentle jazz music)

How would you like it?

Lemon or milk?

- Oh, lemon. Thanks.

Just be sure you make it right though.

- (chuckles) I thought I'd try to surprise you.

- I don't think I could take that.

(cat meows) There you go.

First you warm the pot,

then you put in one teaspoon of tea for each person

and one for the pot.

Add boiling water.

Oh yes, and the most important thing,

always use tea that's stolen.

(both chuckle)

- Why do you have to steal?

- Oh, for fun. (gentle jazz music)

- [Gianni] You are a naughty little girl.

(phone rings)

- Oh, no.

(phone rings)

- Yes.

No, I'm just doing a little pitching.

I'll be there in ten minutes.

(receiver thuds)

I'm sorry.

I really am, but I have to go.

Don't worry. I'll be back one day.

- That's what Columbus probably told his wife.

- Funny.

(gentle jazz music)

What'll you do now?

- Oh.

Curl up with a nice book.

- See ya.

- Bye.

(gentle jazz music)

(water gushing)

(car engine revving)

(water gushing)

- Hi, Louis.

What have you got this time? - You'll see.

Sorry to call you at home.

And they told me you weren't in the office so...

- The suspense is killing me, Louis.

- The girl is sixteen or seventeen. She can't be more.

They found her a half hour ago.

- Murder or suicide?

- Murder.

Somebody really made a mess of her belly,

cut about this long.

Really awesome.

- You come up with the strangest choice of words sometimes.

- I improved my vocabulary by studying the Reader's Digest.

Well now you're here.

You better listen to what the doc has to say.

- Right.

- [Doctor] I can't be specific until after the autopsy,

but off the record, I can tell you that she's in her late teens

and was probably killed about 24 hours ago,

give or take an hour.

Her lower abdomen has been torn open

by an instrument that was anything but sharp.

Death was probably due to loss of blood.

Her face is composed,

which suggests that she was unconscious

before being butchered.

- Well, it's up to you now.

Track down the killer before he carves up somebody else.

I'll put Santini on the case

you're investigating at the moment.

- George, do me a favor.

Go to the morgue with the cadaver

and see that the sack and the rope get to the lab.

And get onto missing persons and check out her age bracket.

(motorcycle engine rumbles)

(car engine rumbles)

(car brakes squeaking)

(rhythmic music)

- Come on, put some snap into it, kid.

It's gotta be ready for this evening.

And you too!

Give her a new paint job and seat covers.

Get moving, will ya?

(doors bang)

(metal clanking)

- [Nurse] The lady's looking for you, Inspector.

_ Qkay.

(heels clicking)

- Angela! My God, no!

Who would've wanted to kill my Angela?

She was, she was such a good girl. (sobbing)

Angela. (crying)

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- [Gianni] You can go home now.

(somber music continues)

(mother sobbing)

- Don't cry, mom.

(mom sobbing)

(footsteps clicking)

- [Louis] I hear we've had some progress.

- Yeah. - And?

- Yeah, we've got a make on her.

- Ah, good.

- Her name was Angela Russo.

She was sixteen.

That's the mother and the little sister.

(somber music)

(car door slams)

- Was the doc right?

- Yeah, it was the hemorrhaging.

Seems she was really chewed up inside.

Must have been somebody who's got a pretty

developed sense of perversion.

- What did he use?

- I wish I knew,

but he did have the grace to knock her out first.

- (scoffs) You on your way to the office?

- Yeah.

(sprayer hissing)

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(C109 barks)

(dog whines)

(dog barking)

- I sent her to a boarding school

so she wouldn't miss her father so much.

- Did you give her an allowance?

- Oh, yes. A small one.

Enough for a few things she needed at school.

(dog barking)

- Tell me, was Angela going steady?

I mean, did she have a boy she was going out with?

- Oh, I don't think so, Inspector.

On the weekends she was at home

or else she'd go out with her girlfriends.

- Um, they were called "The lnseparables."

Angela, Franca, Paola and Virginia.

(students chattering)

(students cheering)

(students chattering)

(students continue chattering)

- Ehh... if you'll come with me,

I'll show you around the school.

Our teachers will see you at 11 :45.

- Fine. Thank you. - This way.

I want to make quite sure you understand

that we are not used to having police officers

on the premises.

- Idon%see why you should be.

I hope you're not used to having your students murdered either.

- In case you don't already know,

we are considered an exclusive school.

Our girls come from the very best families.

- Oh, I believe Angela's parents were divorced recently.

- Is that so?

We are not concerned with the parents' domestic arrangements

as long as the fees are paid, of course.

The (indistinct) classroom.

In the fifth row, third on the right,

that was Angela's desk.

(tense music)

(footsteps clicking)

- This one?

- Yes.

She was rather backward.

And uh, following our normal practice,

she slept in the same room

as the two brightest members of the class.

- Hmm, I'll have to talk to them later.

- I only hope this unfortunate business

will not affect our reputation.

(students chattering)

(desktop bangs)

- Could you tell me the names of these roommates?

- Yes, of course.

Paola Matthews and Virginia Bailey.

(students chattering)

(dramatic music)

(students chattering)

(ominous music)

(water patters) (students chattering)

(students playfully gasping)

(students laughing)

(ominous music)

(student groaning)

(water patters) (students chattering)

(student groaning)

- Franca? Paola? (coughs)

- What the matter?

What is it?

- Idunno.

I feel awful. - Come sit down.

It'll all be over in a few days.

(tense music)

- Before you meet the girls,

I'll take you to the teacher's room.

Idon%Hke to keep them waiting.

- Well, of course not. - This way.

(students chattering)

Good morning.

- [Students] Good morning, Miss Graham!

- [Graham] A little less noise please, girls.

(students whispering indistinctly)

- [Graham] Mr. Sattaro, our maths teacher.

- Pleased to meet you.

- [Graham] Mr. Mandel, Greek.

- And Latin, too.

- [Graham] Mr. Mandel is also our assistant headmaster.

- Ah.

- [Graham] Mademoiselle Blanche Dubois, French.

- How you do?

- [Graham] The Reverend Carlo Mariani,

our theology teacher and the school chaplain.

Mr. van der Weyden, English and German.

- Pleased to meet you. (tense music)

- [Graham] Mr. Riva, Phys Ed and Sports.

- How do you do? (door clicks)

- Uh, oh, sorry.

I'm Umberto Conti, history and philosophy.

I thought the meeting was supposed to be at noon.

Do excuse me.

- Pleased to meet you.

- Miss Graham, please excuse my ignorance,

but I'm not familiar with the private schools.

Do the teachers sleep here?

- Well, that depends.

There's no- - I don't, for example.

I have a room outside.

It's less confining. (tense music)

- I take it the students always sleep here?

- No, no. They can sleep at home if they like.

We're quite liberal about such things.

- I see. Very progressive.

It must be rewarding to work

in such an inspired establishment.

- From the day it was founded until the present time,

in this lovely building, there has been a tradition-

- Somebody with a cock this big raped

Angela Russo and threw her in the river!

- Stop. Please, stop!

We all read the papers,

so you can spare us the details.

- Why? Are the facts of life too offensive

for the hallowed halls of St. Teresa's School for Girls?

The truth can never be ignored!

(eerie music)

- Hey, Mister. Hey!

It's very important.

Wait for me down that path, but don't let them see you.

- Okay, fine.

(footsteps clicking)

- How do I know I can trust you?

- Well, I am a policeman.

- Here.

It was in my sister's locker.

Well, see what's inside it. Go on.

(tense music)

- Did you look?

- Sure.

_ Qkay.

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- Where'd she get all this money?

- Why don't you go ask them?

They were her best friends.

If anybody knows what Angela was up to, it's them.

(students whispering)

- Saturday, May 20th.

Saturday, May 27th.

Strange.

Every Saturday, a cat.

Saturday, June 10th.

(eerie music)

- Here's the coffee, Gianni.

- Thanks.

All that money in a diary.

- Full of revealing secrets?

- I don't know.

This cat must mean something.

- Don't stir it.

I put too much sugar in.

- Gmm.

- I wouldn't have kicked her outta my bed.

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music fades)

(gentle music)

(student coughing)

- [Student] Wow, this is terrific.

Where'd you get it?

- [Student] Somebody put it in my locker.

- Let me see. (student coughing)

- "Run towards the black shadow.

Death will come to meet you.

And your deepest desires will then come true.

Nemesis." (student groaning)

(ominous music)

(dog barking)

(dog continues barking)

(drawer scrapes)

(tense music)

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(eerie music)

(tense music continues)

(gasping)

- Shh. Be quiet.

It's me.

(kissing, moaning)

(gasping)

- Darling. Oh.

(student moaning)

I'm so afriad.

(student moaning)

- Personally, I don't think the school

has anything to do with it.

Cases of this kind come up more often than we care to think.

You know how many homicides we had last year

in which the victim was raped?

Twenty-seven.

Twenty-two of which are unsolved.

- I know.

Butshe wasn't only raped.

How many cases are there like that?

Not one.

She's in a different category.

- Coffee?

- Without sugar, please.

- [Butler] Yes, sir.

- [Gianni] Okay, what's bothering you, Louis?

You didn't invite me to dinner to discuss statistics.

- No, specifically the Russo case.

I'm in a quandary.

St. Teresa's is not the local high school.

The students are all money and class

and no one wants a scandal, no matter what.

And that means we have to close the case

quickly and cleanly,

solved or not.

And now tell me the news.

How far have you got?

- I've got a lot of information.

- Hmm-hmm.

- You might say, every ball's a strike and I'm batting zero.

- (laughing) Here, you can have this back.

- Louis, I'll close the file if you like.

But first I'm going to find out who killed her.

(motorcycle engine revving)

(dog barking)

(footsteps pattering)

(door rattles)

(light switch clicks)

(door bangs)

(light switch clicks)

- Christina?

(footsteps clicking)

Christina?

You here?

(footsteps clicking)

Hey, why didn't you answer?

- Sorry, I was meditating.

I hope you didn't steal that stuff in the supermarket.

- Nmm-hmm.

I was brought up too honest.

- Well, nobody's perfect.

- I've put all those teachers' names into the computer.

It blew a fuse.

Too much culture, I guess.

So I resorted to walking around asking questions.

Amazing, the results you come up with.

- What have you found out?

- Nothing except all the girls are stinking rich,

and uh, but you knew that already.

None of the teachers has a police record.

- Hey, wait a minute, stop the car.

(tires screeching)

(doors clicking)

(car engine revving)

Look at that!

Where have you seen it before?

- Oh, you are gorgeous.

- Huh?

Hey, not the ass, the cat.

- The cat! (chuckling)

It's not what you call the focal point of the poster, is it?

- Look at this. It's the Russo girl's diary.

It's the same, right?

- Uh...

well... - Forget it. Let's go.

(gentle music)

(gentle music continues)

- Excuse me. - Yeah.

- Feline jeans. - What?

- Feline? - On the rack over there, sir.

- Oh yeah. Thanks. - Sure.

(gentle music continues)

- Uh, miss? - Yes.

- Do me a favor and see if they fit, will ya?

My girl was supposed to come with me, but...

Oh, sorry. (assistant laughs)

How do they look?

- Gmm. Just great, okay.

- Tight on the ass, huh?

- Sure. - Good, what do I owe you?

- Err, 16.80 (chuckles)

(gentle music)

- Hey, don't look too close. Not one of my best.

(register dings) (salesperson laughs)

You seen Angela, sweetheart?

- Angela? - Yeah?

- No, sorry. - You don't know her, huh?

- No, I'm sorry. - She's always in here.

Wait a minute, I got a photograph.

You recognize her, don't you?

- No, I'm sorry. I really don't know.

- Take a better look. - Here's your change.

You wanna bag to put those in?

Bye. - Ciao.

(gentle music)

(register clanks)

(rhythmic music)

- Hey, yeah.

Oh boy.

Would I like to get my hands on you,

flat out! (imitates engine revving)

(tires screeching)

- Move that bike! I wanna park!

- What do you mean, move it?

That's a thing of beauty.

What are you talking about?

Have a nice day.

- You son of a bitch. (rhythmic music)

(horse trotting)

(horse continues trotting)

(dramatic music)

(horse trotting)

(dramatic music)

(rhythmic music) (horse trotting)

(blowgun hiss) (horse whinnys)

- (exclaims) Help! (horse whinnys)

Help! (suspenseful music)

I can't hold him! Help!

(horse gallops)

Oh God. (groans) (suspenseful music)

Help. Help me.

(Franca yells) - Franca! Franca!

(horse trotting)

(Franca groaning)

- Are you okay?

(Franca sobbing)

It's all right.

- Look!

No wonder he bolted.

(horse snorts)

(suspenseful music)

- [Emily] There. You see? I stole it from their room.

(suspenseful music)

- Okay, now what happened? And who got hurt?

- I already told you, Inspector.

Franca's horse bolted; afterwards this

just happened to be sticking in its side.

How did it get there? Huh?

- You're not trying to put me on, are you?

- Oh, sure. That red stuff is ink, right?

- Hm.

(lamp clicks) (footsteps patter)

Let's go, Starsky.

It's time we put the cat among the pigeons.

(suspenseful music)

(doorbell rings)

(dog barking)

(doorbell rings)

(suspenseful music) (dog barking)

(footsteps clicking)

- [Assistant] Maybe we should have phoned first!

What do you say? Huh?

(eerie music)

- [Caretaker] Who is it?

- Police.

Inspector Di Salvo.

Open the door. - [Caretaker] Oh, no.

I have to inform Miss Graham first, sir.

I can't- - You heard me!

Police, open up!

- [Caretaker] If you wait in the hall while I announce you...

- Don't worry, I'll announce myself!

- Inspector! No, you can't.

- [Graham] What is the meaning of this intrusion, Inspector?

- I'll explain later.

- Do you realize what time it is?

You have no authority to force your way in here!

Where are you going?

If you want to speak to somebody, let me call him for you.

You can see him in my office.

Inspector, please.

What is the meaning of this?

You owe me an explanation.

Oh my God! Everyone's asleep.

Ask me what you want to know.

- Right. Tell me everything you know about Angela Russo

and about the accident today.

- What accident? I don't know what you're talking about.

- Is that a fact?

- That's Miss Dubois' room, no!

- Please. What's going on? - Who killed Angela Russo?

- I don't know.

Honestly, I don't know.

- [Graham] You'll pay for this!

You have no warrant. This is trespassing!

- I came here to find out who murdered Angela Russo.

- I hope you could explain that to your superiors.

- What's going on? Oh, oh Inspector...

- [Gianni] Who killed Angela Russo?

- I have absolutely no idea.

- [Graham] This is outrageous!

I must ask you to leave, Inspector, before I call the police.

- Oh, look who's here.

I thought you didn't sleep in the school, Mr. van der Weyden?

- I don't understand. What is this?

- Tell me all you know about Angela Russo.

- Nothing. - That's enough.

You have no right to question my staff in this matter.

I can only presume that you are under some stress

and it has affected your brain!

- One of your students has been murdered

and I'm doing my job.

Now, where do the girls sleep? - Oh no. That's out of the question!

You will please leave the school at once!

Where are you going? Where are you going?

You are not to wake up the girls!

You have no right to go in there. No right!

(door bangs) (students groan)

(door slams) - Game's over, girls.

Now, I want you to tell me the truth.

Get it through your heads

that your friend was raped and murdered

and that the same thing could happen to you,

unless you tell me everything you know.

- But please, we don't know anything.

- Then what the hell is this?

(student gasps)

- It's the thing that made my horse bolt this morning.

I guess somebody threw it.

I didn't see anything.

- Gimme that.

And how about this?

(dramatic music)

Okay, I'll listen to you one at a time.

- There it is there.

He only comes down on weekends.

- Good, I'll let myself in.

I don't believe those three little angels were lying.

They're too frightened.

So he's the one who can give us the juicy details.

I don't hear any applause.

- Sorry. I think you're terrific.

- Thanks, sweetheart.

See ya around.

- What do you mean? Around where?

- Listen, I wanna talk to him alone.

You just toddle on back to town

and keep an eye on that jean shop, okay?

_ Qkay.

(footsteps crunching)

(mysterious music)

(knife clicks)

(knife clicks)

(knife jiggles)

(door rattles)

(mysterious music)

(mysterious music continues)

(pitcher thuds)

(glass clanks)

(water pouring)

(cabinet clicks)

(rotary phone dialing)

(telephone line rings)

(suspenseful music continues)

(telephone line rings)

(Graham praying indistinctly)

(eerie music)

(eerie music continues)

(Gianni yawns)

(bottles clank)

(lighter clicks)

(pan rattles)

(motorcycle engine revs) (rhythmic music)

(eggshell cracking)

(eggshell cracking) (dramatic rhythmic music)

(motorcycle engine revving)

(car engine revving)

(motorcycle engine revving)

(car engine revving)

(iazzy music) (engines revving)

(engines revving)

(jazzy music continues)

(engines revving)

(metal bangs) (glass shatters)

(tires screech)

(truck engine rumbles)

(dramatic music)

- He had a Dutch driver's license.

His name was van der Weyden.

Here's his ID. - Thanks.

- "Run towards the black shadow.

Death will come to meet you.

All your deepest...

Nemesis."

(flames roaring)

(flames roaring)

(fire crackling)

(Gianni coughs)

(suspenseful music) (fire continues roaring)

(glass shatters) (flames continue roaring)

(rhythmic music)

(street noise) (footsteps thudding)

(rhythmic music)

(footsteps pounding)

(horn honks)

(footsteps pounding)

(crates crash)

(footsteps pounding)

(blades hacking)

(people chattering)

(blades hacking) (people chattering)

(cattle lowing)

(footsteps pounding)

(iron clanking) (thudding)

(Gianni groans)

(machinery, work noises)

(Gianni exclaims)

(Gianni groaning)

(gentle music)

(tea pours) (pot clicks)

(gentle music)

(cat meows) (gentle music continues)

- Move over, Pflncess.

Your lord and master wants his chair.

Hmm.

(gentle music)

(cat chirps)

(lock clicks) (door rattles)

(door clicks)

- Oh, hi. - [Gianni] Hi.

- How come you're home so early?

- I wanted to see you. - [Christina] That's nice.

- Yeah, you've been on your own too much recently.

You know, I don't think I deserve someone like you.

- Oh, I think every policeman deserves a shoplifter.

It keeps things in the right perspective.

(phone rings)

- Yeah? (gentle music)

Yeah.

I'll come in my own car.

(receiver clicks)

I'm sorry. I'm being paged by the chief.

- Gianni? - Yeah?

- I won't be here when you get back.

- Thanks for telling me.

Take care.

(door clicks)

(door shuts)

(priest praying indistinctly)

(person coughing)

(priest praying indistinctly)

(priest continues praying indistinctly)

(person coughing)

(bells chime)

(door squeaks)

(person coughs)

(bell chimes)

(priest praying indistinctly)

(footsteps lightly clicking)

- Excuse me but-- - Shh. Outside.

Well, the case is solved.

And the culprit conveniently dead.

- Yes indeed, Chief Inspector.

It is never wise to prolong certain investigations,

which unfortunately appeal

to the media's appetite for sordid detail.

- Of course not.

- I dined with the Minister of the Interior last night.

- Ah. - Oh yes.

And your name was mentioned in a favorable light.

It's been a pleasure, Chief Inspector.

- Always happy to oblige.

(door clicks)

(car doors slam)

Good bye.

(car engine revving)

- Di Salvo, I don't know whether to congratulate

you or wring your neck.

Your behavior at the school was inexcusable.

- Louis, I have to reassess you.

I see you have influential friends.

- Oh, we shared a room in college.

I want an explanation.

Oh, I know I put the finger on the Dutchman, but even so.

- It's not that simple. Sorry.

You got pressure on you to solve the case

and you're grabbing at straws.

I can prove van der Weyden was innocent.

- What?

Come on, you ride back with me.

(fist raps)

- Sorry, we're closed. We're closed!

- I know. We're police officers.

Open the door.

Come on, let us in.

(rhythmic music)

- What can I do, eh? - ls the boss in?

- Yeah, he has an apartment at the top of the stairs.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

(rhythmic music)

(music continues)

- I'm Michael Parravicini.

I'm sorry to have kept you waiting.

Pleased to know you.

- How do you do? Chief Inspector Roccaglio.

This is Inspector Di Salvo. - Parravicini.

- I must confess, I can't guess the reason for this visit,

but if you'll forgive my appearance, I'll be glad to-

(rhythmic music continues)

Go on downstairs.

We can talk in my den.

- Well, Mr. Parravicini, this won't take too long.

Inspector Di Salvo would like to ask you

one or two questions in connection with an investigation

he's winding up.

Do you have the photograph?

- [Gianni] Do you recognize this girl?

- Yes, I do.

No, wait a minute.

I remember.

This is the same photograph

that a plainclothes policeman showed

to one of my sales girls the other day.

Yes, that's why I recognized her.

- So you don't recognize her?

- No, I'm afraid not.

Can I offer you a coffee?

- No, thank you.

And of course you've never heard of a Dutchman

named Max van der Weyden?

He was killed yesterday in a road accident

and somebody set fire to his weekend retreat.

- I don't understand.

Why, should I have heard of him?

- This was found in the man's pocket.

- The Dutchman's?

You didn't tell me about this.

- I forgot. (dramatic music)

- "Run towards the black shadow.

...Nemesis."

Someone with a macabre sense of humor.

- [Gianni] Well? - I prefer Dante.

- And motorcycles? - Sorry?

(suspenseful music)

- van der Weyden's Kawasaki was seen parked

outside your store recently.

Interesting collection of paintings you have here.

- Thank you. It's a connoisseur's collection.

- Oh, sure.

Personally, I have difficulty telling the difference

between a connoisseur and a constable.

But could these be the same pictures

that were involved in that art forgery case a few years ago?

The principle defendant was you, I believe.

Your name was familiar, so I looked up the file.

It was one of my men who blew the whistle on you.

- I presume you also found out the case was dismissed.

My name was cleared.

- Well, if you don't have any more questions,

I think we can be on our way.

- No more questions.

Oh, by the way, uh,

I know this girl who draws cat silhouettes,

just like the one on your jeans.

Coincidence, huh?

- Really?

Yes.

- Come on.

Here.

- What are you doing? Not here.

(soft footsteps patter)

- This is my share.

Are you afraid. - A little? Yes.

- It'll be okay. Don't worry.

- I know.

- It's five to, you better go.

Ginny? 'Hmm?

- Here, have a piece of gum. - Thanks.

(footsteps clicking)

(door clicks)

- Hello, uhh...

- Come with me. (door clicks)

(dramatic music)

You're not scared, are you?

- Oh yes, I am.

- Did you err, bring the...?

- Oh, yes.

- Hmm.

(door clicks)

(ominous music)

(music continues)

(group laughing)

(woman laughing) (rhythmic music)

(moaning)

(rhythmic music)

(moaning)

(people laughing) (rhythmic music continues)

(people continue laughing) (music continues)

(Ginny groaning)

(dramatic music)

(Ginny exclaiming)

(screaming) (rhythmic music)

(screaming)

(Ginni yelling) (rhythmic music continues)

(screaming)

(Ginni groaning)

(Ginni continues groaning)

(tires screeching)

(car engine revving) (horn honking)

(students gasp)

- Please, can't you drive more slowly?

- What's that, Miss?

If I go slower than this, I'm liable to have an accident.

It's not speed that kills, it's snails! (cackling)

Here we are, girls! - Keep the change.

- [Driver] Thank you.

- Come on, Ginny. Careful.

(car door slams) (car engine revs)

(Ginny groans)

- We're gonna take you right upstairs and put you to bed.

- Yes, thank you.

- And I'll tell Miss Graham, you're having a bad time with your period.

- Don't make me laugh. It hurts.

(Ginny groaning) (dog barking)

(light switch clicks)

- What's the matter?

- I'm gonna go to the bathroom.

- Just a minute. I'll help you.

- No, I'll be okay on my own.

(dog barking)

(tense music)

(footsteps tapping)

(tense music continues)

(marbles clicking) (suspenseful music)

(Ginny screams)

(statue crashes) (body thuds)

(marbles clicking)

(door rattles) (footsteps click)

(door slams)

- Inspector Di Savlo to see Miss Nardini.

- Oh, was it you who called earlier?

- Yes, I have to talk to her. - I'm sorry. As I told you--

- I'm Dr. Costanzo.

Miss Nardini is in my care.

- I must see her.

- Nmm-hmm. Very sorry.

No visitors until tomorrow.

- I'm investigating a homicide, doctor.

Call your superior and discuss--

- Oh, there's the girl's parents.

(receiver clicks)

(somber music)

- How is your daughter, ma'am?

- Who are you?

- Inspector Di Savlo.

- I don't understand,

we didn't file a complaint.

- I know you haven't.

But Virginia's accident was--

- We're not interested.

And I hope you respect Virginia's privacy.

- Just a second.

A girl from the same school was murdered recently.

- I don't see what that has to do with my daughter's accident.

Her friends have told us what happened.

She got up to go to the bathroom and slipped on the stairs.

- Unfortunately, it's not quite that simple, Mrs. Nardini.

Somebody who hoped she'd break her neck

threw these on the stairs. (marbles jingle)

That's why she slipped.

It was no accident! (marbles clicking)

- [Mother] I can't believe it, Inspector. Why would anybody want--

- [Gianni] I'll need statements from both of you.

Will tomorrow morning be convenient?

- [Father] Yes. Inspector, whatever you wish.

- Oh, Inspector. Are you sure it wasn't an accident?

- Of course. Why?

- Oh, nothing. But could I talk to you--

- I understand, you wish to see Miss Nardini, sir?

I'm not in the habit of having people walk away

while I'm addressing them.

- I'm sorry, doctor.

Yes, I have to see her if she can talk.

- Yes, yes, but it's out of the question.

Miss Nardini can have no visitors for 24 hours.

She's under observation and still in deep shock.

Try again tomorrow, Inspector.

- What's the big hurry?

- Did you see a blonde girl come out just now?

- No.

(scooter rumbles in distance) - Shit, there she goes.

- Would you mind telling me what this is all about?

- She's one of the girls from the school.

She wanted to talk to me.

For obvious reasons, she's scared to death.

(tense music)

(drawer scrapes)

(tense jazz music)

(tense jazz music continues)

(dramatic music)

(Paola exclaims)

- No. No! (suspenseful music)

(bone cracking)

- We found two windows wide open.

One in the dining room downstairs

and this one here. (camera clicks)

She was alone in the house.

It was too easy.

(footsteps clicking)

(camera clicking)

- Morning. Where is she?

- Upstairs.

(footsteps clicking)

(bells tolling)

- My daughter and I were like a couple of strangers.

What happened is my fault.

If only I'd taken more interest in her.

She phoned to say she was coming home yesterday,

and I didn't even wait for her.

If I hadn't left her alone, this wouldn't have happened.

- She usually slept at school, right?

- Yes, she only came home at vacation time.

- We found this in her school books.

It's identical.

- Hmm.

Read it.

- "Run towards the black.

Come to meet you."

I don't understand.

What is this?

"Run towards the black shadow.

Death will come to meet you.

And all your desires will come true.

Nemesis."

- A 16th century English poem attributed to anonymous.

- Does it mean anything to you?

- No.

But death came to meet her, all right.

Poor Paola.

I hope you find him quickly.

- Yeah.

(footsteps clicking)

- Well, were they any help?

Those marbles I gave you, were they any help?

- Oh yeah, sure.

By the way, Emily,

did your sister ever receive a letter like this?

- No. What does nemesis mean?

- You tell her, professor.

- [Emily] Well? - Nemesis is a Greek word,

which means justice or revenge.

- There. That's the place.

(tires screeching)

(car door clicks) Gimme the keys.

- Sure.

- You can take Emily back to the school in a taxi.

Bye. - See ya.

(footsteps clicking)

(road noise)

(door clicks) - After you.

In that car over there. (door slams)

- What is this?

- We're going to take a little trip.

And you drive.

(horn honks)

I think you owe me an explanation.

- What the hell do you want from me?

- Well, I thought we could discuss our mutual friends.

Nothing in particular.

(car whirring)

- Come on. Get in and hold tight.

(tracks clattering)

(Michael gasping)

(tracks clattering)

(Michael exclaims)

What was your connection with van der Weyden?

(Michael moaning)

ls you who killed him?

- No. No.

- Tell me the truth or I'll break--

(Michael groaning)

Why did you kill the two girls?

- It wasn't me, it wasn't me!

- Didn't they used to come to your shop? Come on!

- Stop. - Talk!

- (groans) Please!

I'll tell you, I'll talk. They were Max's friends.

(Michael gasping)

But I didn't kill them! (exclaiming)

Max sold pictures for me!

He bought the girls. (yelling)

Ahhh!!

(car whirring)

- What else do you know?

(Michael exclaiming)

- Nothing. Nothing.

I'm afraid they'll kill me too.

(Michael exclaiming)

- Oh no, have another one on me!

- No, no.

N0!

(tracks clanking) (Michael gasping)

(rhythmic music)

(dog whines)

(woman screams)

(dog whining)

(woman yells)

(dog barks, yelps)

(engine revving)

(rhythmic music continues)

(dog whines)

(jazz funk music plays)

(metal scraping)

(curling iron clattering)

(ominous music)

(doorbell rings)

(curling iron clicks)

(doorbell rings)

(ominous music)

- Come on, boy.

YOU?

But you must be crazy to come here.

It was you who said it was too dangerous.

(dog growls)

Quick, come in before you're seen by somebody.

You know who I saw this evening?

That policeman, di Salvo.

Tried to gimme the third degree,

question after question after question.

And he tried offering me money,

as if he could buy me.

- One thing's clear. He's on the wrong track.

Drink?

This morning, there were two little darlings in the shop,

both sixteen, just beginning to bloom.

I gave them a pair of jeans each,

but it's best to wait until things have calmed down

before going any further. (dog barks)

Quiet Rex! Easy boy. (dog barks)

(ominious music)

(Michael yells)

(Michael yells)

(dog whines)

(dramatic music)

(footsteps clicking)

(tool clatters) (person breathing heavily)

(footsteps tapping)

(footsteps clicking)

(car engine starts)

(car engine revs)

(rotary phone dialing)

- Hello?

I'm at Parravicini's.

Get over here quick. He's dead.

What a way to go.

(footsteps clicking)

- I don't get it.

Every time there's a lead, the black shadow beats us to it.

Hey listen, when exactly was that business

with the fake paintings?

- Let me see. September three years ago.

- Eh.

Now look, I want you to stay here

and keep this under wraps for now, okay?

- Okay. - Good man.

(curling iron clatters)

(footsteps clicking)

(dog barking)

(car engine rumbles)

(brakes squeak)

(car door slams)

- Identification, please.

Oh sorry, Inspector. I didn't recognize you.

- I have to go down to records and check out an old case.

- There's nobody in records now, sir.

- That's all right. I know my way around.

- Sign when you leave, sir.

Let the Inspector in.

You know where the lights are, sir?

- Uh-huh.

(light switch clicks) (suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

(footsteps clicking)

(suspenseful music continues)

(box rustles)

(papers rustle)

(suspenseful music continues)

(phone ringing)

- Hmm.

(phone rings)

(groaning)

(phone rings)

- Louis. - No, I'll get it.

Go back to sleep.

(phone rings)

(phone continues ringing)

- Yes.

What is it?

Yes, that's fine. I'll see you there.

- [Wife] Shall I make some coffee, dear?

- No, thank you. I don't have time.

(door creaks)

(footsteps clicking)

- Excuse me, Miss Graham,

but today's Virginia Nardini's birthday.

May I go see her in the clinic, please?

- Pass by my office in an hour for written permission.

- Thank you, Miss Graham.

(footsteps clicking)

- Hello.

(footsteps clicking)

(footsteps clicking)

- [Gianni] Whoever the murderer is, he's methodical.

He must have a thing about this dam.

- [Worker] Go across to the other side!

Come up by the inside.

More to your left!

What the hell you doing down there?

You're gonna push it over the edge.

Use the boat hook. (water gushing)

(road noise)

(door squeaks)

(trolley whirring)

(plastic rustling) (water gushing)

(dramatic music)

- Well, do you recognize that?

How the hell did it get here?

It's the file on the State vs. Parravicini.

It was your evidence that got him off the hook.

(dramatic music)

So why should you pretend you were perfect strangers

- ...that day we went to see him?

(water gushing)

(trolley whirring) (bell chiming)

- It was van der Weyden who procured the girls

from the school,

Parravicini set up the appointments,

and I guaranteed protection.

The Russo girl's death was an accident.

What can I tell you? It never should have happened.

If I had been there, I would've stopped it.

- Why did you kill the Dutchman?

Was he blackmailing you?

- No.

No, Parravicini just wanted to scare him.

- What about the girl on the scooter?

That was you.

- Yes. - Of course.

I was the one who told you she wanted to talk.

But why did Parravicini have to go as well?

- You were getting too close.

Parravicini was... he would've talked.

We'd known each other for years.

We were always looking for ways to make money

and a little extra's attractive to anybody.

When he was indicted, I had access to all the evidence

and my statement in court was sufficient to obscure the truth.

After that, it was the girls.

Rich, influential men pay well for teenage favors.

The shop was the bait.

And I was too greedy.

(marbles clattering) (police siren wails)

As far as these are concerned, there I can't help you.

And I'm not Nemesis either.

So the case isn't closed yet.

(marble clacking)

(Louis screams)

(bOdy thuds)

(water splashes)

(road noise)

(trolley whirring)

(horn beeps) (road noise)

- Are you sure she's not there?

- [Assistant] Yes, sir. - Where did she go?

- [Assistant] To see a friend in the clinic.

- Which clinic? - [Assistant] Sacred Heart.

- Hey, come on! We gotta get back into town.

- What's the big hurry? - We gotta get to the clinic.

- What clinic?

- The one where the girl from the school is.

- Whose car is that? - I don't know. Roccaglids, I guess.

Get in and drive.

(car door slams)

(birds chirping)

(airplane engine rumbling)

(birds chirping)

(ominous music)

- Excuse me, I wanna see Virginia Nardini, please.

- Oh, yes, she's on the second floor.

When you come out of the elevator, it's the first door on your left.

- Thank you.

- [Assistant] Oh, uh this is the Sacred Heart Clinic.

I'm trying to locate Dr. Costanzo.

Oh, he is?

Fine, thank you.

(elevator whirring)

(door clanking)

(elevator door slams)

(fist knocks)

- [Virginia] Come in. (door clicks)

- Hi, Virginia. - [Virginia] Oh, hello.

- How are you feeling?

- What are you doing here?

- I came to see you. I brought you a present.

- But you never could stand the sight of us,

of me and the others.

- I know. lwas really horrible to you.

And I came to, to ask your forgiveness.

Here, take it.

- Well, thanks. Please, why don't you open it?

I can hardly move.

It's chocolate, isn't it?

Angela must have told you I go crazy for them. (laughs)

Oh, thanks.

They're awfully fattening.

(moans) Will you take the paper off, please?

My mouth is watering.

Thanks.

(tense music)

Mm, it's delicious. Thanks, Emily.

And to think you are always such a little brat.

(Virginia gasps)

- You killed Angela.

First you made her do real bad things.

And then you made her die! (Virginia yells)

lt was all, all your fault.

Paola already got hers- (Virginia yells)

(bOdy thuds)

And now it's your turn!

(Virginia yells)

I tried to kill Franca, too. (Virginia gasping)

It's all your fault.

It's all your fault!

Your fault. (Virginia yells)

You all have to die like Angela.

You have to die! - Emily!

(Virginia gasping)

- Go away. Go away!

Why did you have to stop me?

I hate you. I hate you. (sobbing)

Why?

It was Virginia that killed Angela.

Whjdid you stop me? (Vlrginia gasping)

Why did you stop me? (sobbing)

- [Gianni] Come on, Emily. Come with me.

(Emily sobbing)

(birds chirping)

- [Emily] How did you find me out?

- How did I find you out?

Well (chuckles), the poem,

the dart,

and then these. (marbles clanking)

How shall I put it?

Well, in all the actions of Nemesis, there was something,

well, Emily, there was something ingenuous.

- You mean it had to have been a kid?

- A very sharp kid, though.

- Well, I'm glad it was you who found me out.

Will I be taken to prison now?

(birds chirping)

- Here. (marbles clanking)

And make sure you don't go playing

with 'em on the school stairs.

(rhythmic music)

- Oh, thanks.

(rhythmic music continues)

(jazz funk music)

(music continues)

(jazz funk continues)

(music fades)