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THE LIPSTICK

Look at her!

Don't worry. He'll come.

Hi. I'll never, ever wait for a man.

Let's go to the park and time couples kissing.

Leave them alone. I hate those games.

Yesterday I saw two lovers kiss for 53 seconds.

What about breathing? There he is!

Not bad! What's his name?

Gino. Gino Luciani.

- Who's his woman? - Ask her; she'd know.

- Does he heave a girlfriend? - Not really.

Being a salesman, at least a couple of his clients' wives.

- Do you speak to him? - In her dreams!

- Whenever I feel like it! - Sure...

Is that so? Go on... speak to him.

Excuse me...

Someone was trying...

Someone tried to break into your car.

He tried twice, then went away.

- Is it valuable? - My boss thinks so. It's all there.

- I like that tune. - You play it on your guitar.

That's right... You live opposite me, don't you?

She knows all about you. She's in love.

- Who with? - With you, of course!

No... That's not true. It's not.

Big mouth!

- Can you tell I've been crying? - Of course. Did you fall?

No. I cried for moral reasons.

- What?! - You can't understand.

- I don't believe you... - Good morning.

Just say you're tired. Don't look for excuses.

I never said you shouldn't respect your wife...

"Respect her"... Of course.

You use your family as an excuse...

Of course. That's what it's all about.

When in need, any excuse is a good excuse.

Yes, I want to see you. Just one more time.

Yes, I'll calm down.

We can meet wherever you say. A caf� down in the street...

Try to understand me too. I've waited for your call.

Staring at the phone all day like an idiot.

The fact is, you know how to make me suffer.

Enrico, I'll do what you suggested for my daughter.

I found a boarding school.

She'll like it.

So we could... Don't you agree?

Now you want me to stay with my daughter?

How kind of you. How typical!

I don't want to offend you. I just want to see you.

Just like that, on the phone... After two years?

Listen, Enrico, I won't do that again.

I won't call you at home or at the office.

But don't leave me. I love you, Enrico.

No, don't hang up!

Mum, what's the matter? Mum...

- Are you ill? - No.

Don't send me to boarding school.

Silvana, be quiet.

I want to stay here.

- Take your hands off! - This is ready for delivery.

Silvana, remember to take it to number 22...

or is it 24? No, it's 22...

Don't follow me. I won't make up with you.

You should thank me. At least now he knows.

I don't meddle in your business.

- He has no time for you. - I'll lure him to me.

- How? By stripping? - Vincenzo, come here.

There's been a crime at number 4.

They called the police.

Walter, take a look. A real police car!

Vincenzo, who did they kill?

Go home, you little brat!

- A man or a woman? - Go away, I said.

I was delivering her mail. She wouldn't answer.

But I could hear the phone and television.

I thought she might be ill. I had the key... so I came in.

- Her name? - Natalina Sensi.

- Was she married? - I don't think so.

- Was she working? - Sure, as a hooker.

Another messy case...

- Is Mauri here? - He's picking up the judge.

- Is he a relative too? - No. Only the Commissioner.

- Good morning, Mr. Mauri. - Good morning.

Good morning, Your Honour.

A really beautiful woman...

Another working girl.

Your Honour, do you mind if the forensic team...

A full picture first... then a close-up of the head.

The murder weapon... and a close-up of her face.

- Was she one of them? - They're being killed like flies.

Like the one in the paper, found tied-up and naked.

Strangled with electric wire.

This one was different.

- What's happened? - A woman's been killed.

You live on the same floor? They want to question you.

- Photographer! - Yes?

- What do you think? - She must have died around 2.

- Was she an addict? - What?

Do you know whether she took any drugs?

Did she ever look strange? Like she was possessed?

- No. - Did she have a pimp?

Someone who was regularly with her?

- No. - Any regular clients?

Lately a short guy with a fringe... spectacles...

But I don't know him.

Any friends in the building?

I don't think so. She behaved like a real lady.

For fear of being evicted.

Check the drawers in the other room.

What was this Natalina like? Kind or nasty?

- She was kind to me. - Any tips?

I wouldn't accept them, knowing what she was doing.

- Any enemies? - Not that I know of.

- Found anything? - Not a thing.

She kept this place spotless.

- The meat tenderiser? - No fingerprints.

The bedroom?

A few fingerprints, possibly from her last client.

I'd love to know who it was.

- What have you found? - Invoices, correspondence...

- Guess what... - She had a child out to nurse.

- Where's the father? - Working in a Belgian mine.

Poor devil.

What do you think? A robbery?

Poor wretches...

Their clients don't even ask their names.

A needle in a haystack.

Did your mother make her dresses?

A couple of times.

From my room, I'd peep through the keyhole.

What was she like?

Well... she didn't look like one of them.

The funeral already?

First they'll take her to the morgue.

I work upstairs. May I go up?

By all means.

Excuse me, officer.

- Where was she from? - Friuli.

Friuli, eh? Typical Friuli woman!

Everybody here fears being mentioned in the papers.

- Are you afraid? - Yes.

- Of the papers? - You never win.

So you don't want to talk?

Yes, but when it comes to other tenants...!

He knows absolutely nothing.

Can you remember anyone she used to mix with?

- Anyone? - Yes... any client. - "Client"?

- Wasn't she a teacher? - That's right, a teacher.

- A relative of theirs? - No, a boarder.

- Did he know the deceased? - No.

- Ever spoken with her? - Never.

- Occupation? - Cosmetics salesman.

What were you doing between 1 and 2?

I had lunch and retired to my room.

He was in his room playing his guitar.

I took some coffee to him.

Inspector, the bar boy.

- Come on. - Who's that? - Be quiet!

Cool it. Don't get excited.

- You brought her water? - Sort of...

I was supposed to, but she didn't answer.

Did you ring the bell?

Yes, but nobody answered.

Then I went back downstairs.

Let's go and chat.

Let me go! I didn't do anything!

- Calm down. - I didn't do anything!

- I never liked her face... - Why was she killed?

- What's Vincenzo done? - How should I know?

Augusta!

They arrested the bar boy.

Vincenzo? Are they crazy?

They say he did it... Good evening.

- What are you waiting for? - Cut it out!

I haven't made up with you yet.

There he is!

Franca, come and see the murderer!

What murderer, you bitch?! Are you crazy?

Let me go! I didn't do anything.

Help me! I had nothing to do with all this!

Gino, you tell them I didn't do anything.

There's no need to treat him like that.

You know me. I didn't do anything.

Listen here, you bastard!

- I'll have you banned. - Am I worried?

You buffoon!

Vincenzo, don't worry! You'll be all right.

They just picked him at random.

- They're not stupid. - He's a good guy.

As if a crim would own up to you!

Watch what you say. Do you have any proof at all?

Take it easy. Why don't you call his mother?

You're right.

- Don't be ridiculous. - I'm going to talk to him.

- It's raining. - Let's go.

I thought she was gorgeous. Remember how she walked?

Remember? She was great.

But if I'd satisfied my inclination...

I'd be in trouble, like poor Vincenzo.

- Didn't you satisfy it? - Me? More like you did!

You were always ogling her.

You were saving up for her. Anyway, it's your business.

Just try repeating that!

Come on, knock it off and go home.

Hello. Mrs. Donadio, please. Giuseppe, the jacket.

- Hello. - Look at that!

Hello...

Is this yours?

Look, I wanted to tell you my friend is stupid.

- I swear it isn't true. - What isn't?

What she said.

That you're in love with me?

They're bringing her down.

- Stop pushing. - You stop pushing!

- She was so pretty. - You knew her?

Yes. So did you, didn't you?

- Me? - Yes...

I saw you leave her place once. Like one?

I must fetch the poor woman. We didn't need this tragedy.

- When? - About a week ago.

You're crazy. You're mistaking me for someone else.

What a funny kid! If someone heard you, I'd be in trouble.

You needn't worry. I swear I'll keep quiet.

No need. It's not true.

Silvana, it's late, isn't it?

I have to go and deliver this now.

Excuse me. Good night.

Wait...

Aren't you going out later?

No, I'm not allowed out at night. Anyway, it's pouring.

Listen... what are you doing tomorrow?

I'm going to the cinema.

- Which one? - The Alcione.

I'll be there at three.

Okay...

Good night.

What did he want? What did he say?

You gave me a sleepless night.

- I didn't say a word. - I hope not.

I realise you'd be embarrassed.

You think I'd go with a woman like that?

Many do.

I don't. You really want to cause me trouble.

I didn't breathe a word!

Prisons are full of innocent people.

If the police start thinking I knew that woman...

I'm finished.

I might get released later...

but I could lose my job, for instance.

Of course.

In my job, I need people to respect me.

- Mum's the word. - No, just accept you're wrong.

It was the lift you saw me coming out of.

- You got confused. - Try another one!

You don't know me. If I say I'll keep quiet, I will.

Does your mum know you're here?

No, she has other things on her mind.

- Do you have a girlfriend? - No. Why?

Why don't you?

Well, you never know with women today.

And I'd like mine to be exactly as I want her to be.

Understand? What's that on your lips?

Nothing.

- How old are you? - 14.

- Can I buy you an ice-cream? - I should buy you one.

- Would you like one? - I don't like them.

- It's late... - You're leaving? - Yes...

I'm sorry.

Tell me the story next time.

- Tomorrow? - Okay...

- But you won't talk? - You won't make fun of me?

Why should I?

You're a good girl, aren't you?

It depends.

Ice-cream?

A choc-ice.

Look...

When this ray reaches my eyes...

it'll be almost 5 o'clock.

You know this room, don't you? You hated it the first time.

Yes, it felt so humiliating the first time.

I never told you. Besides...

Besides... I was afraid.

I watched the door for anyone spying on us.

But now this place feels like our home.

I even like the voices and footsteps in the corridor.

Promise we'll come back after we're married.

- Just like two lovers. - Yes...

We'll come here often.

Come here... come close to me.

Today I had a row with my stubborn father.

He wanted the wedding his way... In private.

No way!

The Piazza Navona church...

an orchestra, friends and photographers.

You almost made the papers too!

What was she like, that poor woman who died?

- You must have seen her. - Yes, a few times.

Was she pretty?

Not so much pretty, but she stood out.

Scrubbed up well, but still a streetwalker.

- Killed with a tenderiser? - Yes, it seems so.

- She was hit on the head? - That's right.

How many times? Did she die instantly?

Listen... do we have to talk about that?

I love these news stories.

Actually, I'd love to see the scene of the crime.

Let's go there now. I have till 8 o'clock.

You have some funny ideas!

I want to see where you live. Why haven't you taken me?

My landladies are jealous of visitors.

They're two old ladies.

They're like some mothers...

jealous and boring.

Besides...

What do you expect to see? Bloodstains on the stairs?

I'll be moving in two weeks.

But we'll be married by then.

Listen, Lorella...

We'd better postpone the wedding.

I'd like to have some money before we marry.

But Gino... what's wrong?

Whenever things look good, something happens.

Why do you say that?

For fear of losing something beautiful.

And I'll smack you.

Wait.

You were a hit.

- The concierge eyed you up. - Come on!

He's secretly in love with you.

Arrested Bar Boy Slashes His Wrists in Suicide Attempt

- Hi, little chimp. - Hello.

Did you read about Vincenzo?

Yes, and he may not even have anything to do with it.

He really loves his mother.

How can they think he could kill someone?

Well, cops are paid to put people in jail.

Why do people slash their wrists to kill themselves?

Don't you have a livelier topic?

- What do you have there? - Don't you write in your job?

What a lovely thought. Thank you. Bye.

Charge!

I keep my promises, you know.

You again?

I had to tell you about the film.

- Remember? - Yes, but I can't now.

You don't work on Sundays, do you?

No, but...

Well, if you're expecting someone...

- Just tell me. - Of course I'm not.

So she says, "I can't marry you,"

but he insists, because he loves her.

Anyway, it's obvious that she likes him.

Then they meet on a hill where there's a tree...

Yes, a single, solitary tree.

She realises she's pregnant while he's in Korea.

Planes come, machine guns fire...

Mayhem!

Even though you don't see it, you know he's been hit.

- He dies. - Listen...

- Where are you going? - I'd better go.

You're obsessed!

If you don't want people to see us, we can meet in secret.

- I'll wave from my window. - Yes. Bye.

Lorella, come on.

- I kept ringing, but no answer. - Sorry, the boss kept me.

- Where are your landladies? - They're out.

You should calm down.

- Does this overlook the road? - No, the courtyard.

- There's no privacy here. - This isn't a bad place...

Darling, is it true that you played in restaurants years ago?

They told my father that.

Don't your family approve?

It's not that...

But my father tried to make me change my mind again.

So why don't you make him happy?

Marry one of your friends...

some silvertail who went to university.

Go on.

It's not too late.

No, darling. Slap me.

- I deserve it. - I'm not like your friends.

It's partly because you're poor that I love you.

Your father only cares about money.

But darling, I admire you.

You struggled to get where you are...

Should I steal to please your father?

I understand your fears but I'll repay your suffering.

Oh, Gino, I'll never lose you again.

Do you love me?

Gino...

I'll never lose you again.

We're united, united forever. You understand, Gino?

United forever.

Then it's true...

Isn't that what you wanted, too?

Yes... But what about your father?

They used to throw girls like me out of the house.

But now...

My father didn't say so,

but he wouldn't mind me seeing a doctor.

Our parents are so immoral!

- Where was the crime scene? - Over there.

Yes, the rings are ready.

But look, let's keep it simple...

without too many guests or photographers.

Yes, low key.

Look, I'll hang up now, because people are waiting to call.

Okay. I'll call you tonight.

Bye. I love you.

Hi there, little chimp. How are things?

- Who were you laughing with? - Toto!

Doesn't your mother ever look for you?

Guess who's coming to Rome? Pe...

You have a stammer too!

Listen... Come back here.

- Who's coming to Rome? - Perry Como.

- "Magic moments..." Going to see him? - Are you? With your girlfriend?

I'll really have to call the doctor!

I know she's a slim girl...

and wears a blue dress.

Leave me alone, will you?

Very well... I'll leave you alone.

Come here.

- Silvana... - No!

Don't make me beg you. Calm down.

Come on.

Keep your head down.

If I'm seen with a child they'll lynch me.

What a mess!

I think we'd better cut this short.

Let's go to the police and tell them everything...

but we have to end this.

- You'll end up in a home. - Where are you going?

Stay down!

Do you take me for a saint?

In that case, let me out.

See that? It's the police station.

I'll take you inside, unless you promise to stop it.

Very well...

Scared, aren't you?

You're lucky I'm smart enough not to ruin you.

Are you going to marry that girl?

- Why are you laughing? - No reason.

You took her home.

But I won't marry her. She's married.

- I can't remember her name. - Come on!

I swear.

Maybe Anna, or Gianna... I don't know.

Where are you going now?

To see some clients. Will you come with me?

Some music...

Hear that?

It's your song, isn't it? Sorry, I meant our song.

You're funny, you know.

And pretty, too.

Who knows what sort of woman you'll grow into.

Show me your eyes.

What colour are they? Grey.

Grey with yellow flecks.

Have you got a boyfriend who loves you?

There was one, but I told him to scram.

- No kisses? - He tried.

- So why not? - I didn't want to.

You fibber.

- Look who's talking! - I'm a travelling salesman.

But I like to be honest when it come to personal things.

- I want to put you to the test. - With a truth potion?

- I want to ask a question. - Go ahead.

Was that woman the wife of a client?

How did you guess?

Is that how you make your business deals?

You don't know how tough life is.

If you've made enough at the end of the month, fine.

If not, they'll employ someone else.

Don't look at me like that.

I'm not justifying myself. I know it was wrong.

Will you be seeing that woman again?

No.

Happy now?

An ant.

You said I'm a little chimp. But you're more of a chimp.

Look.

Now we bring you a collection of songs...

by The Gentlemen of Rhythm.

Are you angry?

I kissed you because I'm fond of you.

But swear that you won't talk.

Swear.

You won't talk, will you?

But now we have to work. Come on.

It has no scent. Does that matter?

And what can I give you?

What counts is that we share a secret.

No, I want to give you a gift. A proper gift.

Something important. A nice record.

A record of your favourite song...

Our song.

Okay?

But you mustn't tell anyone I gave it to you.

Is that clear? Here, have a drink.

Silvana!

- Liar! - They belong to a friend.

Liar!

- Listen to me... - No, I don't believe you.

A policeman came today, but I kept quiet.

I could've sent you to jail for a week!

Don't be like that. I'll explain everything, Silvana.

Some story about the lift! You were inside her home.

- Why did you kiss me? - Be reasonable.

You'll see how reasonable I can be.

Look, I don't want to hurt you.

But if you... Don't force me to...

You won't lead me up the garden path.

Hit me!

Go on, hit me!

Hit me!

Silvana!

Silvana, come back here! Don't be scared!

Have you seen Silvana?

No, I haven't.

Sir, a policeman was looking for you.

- When? - Just now. There he is.

You're Gino Luciani? The Inspector wants to see you.

Get in.

- Why? - The Inspector will tell you.

Come on.

Gino! They released me!

They released me. I'm free!

- Mum! - Vincenzo!

Mum, it's all over!

- You have good eyesight? - Well... Yes.

I mean, you'd surely notice a woman like that.

- Yes. - I'd have made a pass at her.

You had her right there on the same landing.

In short, did you know who she was or not?

Well, I admit I did know...

just like everyone else.

Think carefully, or are you afraid?

Seems very convenient for everyone to be afraid.

Don't you agree?

None of the tenants talked of their own accord.

They're scared of the press, the tax-man, mothers-in-law...

"I know nobody, I saw nothing..."

It was like pulling teeth...

just getting them to say they'd spoken to her on the stairs.

- We've finished here. - Can they go, sir? - Yes.

- Come through. - About time. - Thank you.

Excuse me, but... your relationships... forgive me...

How do you meet women?

- Like everyone else does. - Phone for you, Mr. Fioresi.

Is it prostitutes... or is there a steady friend?

I'm engaged to be married.

It's from a public phone.

Yes?

Who's the murderer? Mr. Francesco Molaioli?

Of 119 Viale Tiziano. Who's calling?

Who's calling?

A self-appointed informer! You deal with it.

Who do we call now?

I want to see her relatives, the man who sold her the car...

and the seamstress who lives opposite.

- We'll find something. - Okay.

- Anonymous letters? - Yes.

And they say there are too many illiterates in Italy!

You're very quiet too...

If I knew something, I'd tell you, Inspector.

- You may go. - Thank you.

One letter says a sex maniac killed her.

A maniac who steals a million in jewels!

Listen to this...

Mr. Molajoli of 119 Viale Tiziano died yesterday.

He'd been paralysed for two years.

What an amusing joke. What a barrel of laughs!

Did you want to tell me something?

Well, Inspector...

About those people you mentioned...

who write letters and call you...

Yes?

There's a young girl...

The type who's obsessed with actors and singers.

She likes to tease me.

She's invented seeing me leave the dead woman's flat.

- She invented it? - Yes, it amuses her.

Besides, between us, she's rather precocious...

You know how some girls are.

She thought this would be a way of latching onto me.

And as I'm ignoring her, she says she'll get me in trouble.

- Why are you telling me? - I'm fed up.

I said I'd tell you, unless she stopped.

She seems to have settled down a bit now...

but you never know. It's still worrying.

You never visited Natalina? Not even once?

- Would I be telling you? - What's her name?

- Silvana De Caroli. - The seamstress's daughter.

We've found one of Natalina's clients, a Professor Tassi...

Short, with glasses, a fringe, in his forties...

- Check him out. - The description fits.

You... You understand my position, don't you?

- I've put myself in your hands. - Yes. - Goodbye.

Inspector, I hadn't seen Natalina for a month.

Why have I been involved? This isn't the end of it!

Professor Tassi Released

Silvana, how are you? Remember me?

I came to talk to your mother.

- We have some questions. - Hello, Silvana.

Did you see Gino coming out of that woman's door?

The police know everything, but Gino himself told us.

- He told you? - He says you harrass him.

He said you're in love with him.

- Didn't he? - Yes, he did.

Are you in love with him or not?

No...

So why did you make up that story?

- Did you see him leaving? - Or is it a lie?

It must be a lie... It must be.

- Shall I catch her? - With your stomach?

Come now, I didn't say he's the murderer.

- Look at all these suits! - What does he earn?

70, 80...

80, does he?

He played guitar between 1 and 2?

Yes, while we had lunch. Almost always, right, Cecilia?

- We had a competition. - I tried to guess the tune.

- And he never stopped? - Well, he isn't a gramophone.

Okay, let's try it.

I'll play, then...

Go.

Okay...

She was expecting you. I'll play Natalina.

"Hello, dear". Kisses...

- The meal is ready... - The meal's ready.

Let's suppose we both go into the kitchen...

I get the wine, you get the meat tenderiser...

She sits down and you strike. One, two, three, four...

Drop the tenderiser... The jewels from the drawer!

Wait, the gloves! Come on, hurry. Yes, that's it.

Go through the drawers. The jewels are in the one on the right.

Yes, in the drawer. Come on, hurry.

Yes, but walk like a murderer.

Yes, that's it. Slowly...

The door... Wait... Someone might be there.

Open it... No-one's there...

- Win the pools? - Wishful thinking!

Three minutes and fifty seconds.

Assuming she opened the door immediately.

If not, at least five minutes.

It's not unlikely she was waiting.

Let's suppose they'd agreed to meet.

Couldn't he have stopped playing for five minutes?

Inspector, don't make me say things I'm not sure about.

- But you didn't move? - Me? No.

You did. You looked for some lyrics.

That's right! I went looking for the words to a song.

- Did Gino ask you to? - Yes, I think so.

- How long did it take you? - A few minutes, I'd say.

Fancy believing that child!

Children's testimonies...

They're very open and have no other motives.

They don't fear the press.

They lie and don't know the importance of what they say.

I could quote numerous psychology books.

- But maybe you... - What? - Nothing...

He was at the tailor's.

How do you pay for all these suits?

In instalments.

Where did you put the jewels?

What jewels?

What's the point of being honest?

I'm not involved in this. I swear on my mother's head!

Leave your mother out of it. You have nothing to fear.

Come on.

What were you doing on the stairs?

I was delivering a dress.

He said he came out of the lift.

It was the lift, then.

So why tell Gino it was her door?

I thought it was the door.

How could you mistake a lift for a door?

Well, maybe I'm stupid.

She's even pretending embarrassment.

- Maybe she is. - She's obviously acting.

You can't believe this is the truth!

Go on then, laugh.

It's outrageous.

You like him, don't you? Don't be afraid to answer.

It can happen at your age. No need to be ashamed.

- As long as you're clean... - Clean? Her?

Pull the other one! You don't get it, do you?

Don't be influenced by her age, or her saintly looks.

Romantic love, indeed!

She provoked me like an adult.

Smiles, glances, sweet words... The lot!

Clean? This one?

She blackmailed me.

I can't even leave the house without her spying on me...

asking if I have a fianc�e...

and saying "Leave her, or I'll go to the police".

Perhaps you misunderstood.

- I never said that. - Not in so many words.

But she made it clear at the cinema. Go on, deny it.

You went to the cinema? Did your mother know?

Bring her in.

I went to the cinema alone, and she followed me.

Come in, madam.

- Do you know what your daughter did on... - Thursday.

- On Thursday? - No, I don't know.

You don't? Sit down, madam.

I'm very busy. I can't keep an eye on her all the time.

Why? What's going on?

She went to the cinema with that gentleman.

- What about your work? - I was free till five.

- Did you see her after that? - No.

That's not good enough. Someone saw her in your car.

I almost forgot!

I drove her to the police station...

to show her I was serious about the police.

So why didn't you go in?

She's just a child.

You were seen at three. Then we met at seven.

Did you go to the cinema again?

Silvana, say something.

- We went to visit clients. - Where?

We listened to the radio in the countryside.

- Why? - Because...

Why take her to the countryside?

Did he touch you?

- What do you take me for?! - Shut up.

Didn't you get tired of just listening to the radio?

Talk, damn you!

What do you take me for?!

- Scared she'll talk? - And say what?

It's no use getting excited now.

You should have told her mother.

Instead, you encouraged her.

Forget about me. Just tell your mother.

I'll kill you...

And you, too.

I have a right to know. Make him talk, Inspector.

If you touched her, I'll beat you senseless!

I'll have her seen by a doctor.

- Why not have her X-rayed?! - Really?

Why are you doing this? He's done nothing.

Nothing? Not even a kiss?

On the cheek.

No need to over-react. Go to the other room now.

Take her to the doctor.

Only if the mother consents.

Now you're really in for it.

You take that girl's lies for gospel truth.

- Isn't it true you kissed her? - It's all lies.

I asked her as a brother to leave me alone.

To get her to keep her mouth shut. Go on, confess!

There's nothing wrong with me. I'm fine.

- Obey. - No.

- Obey. - I'm perfectly all right.

- I'm fine. - Go in.

Rossana, did he ring? Yes? What did you tell him?

No, you fool!

Call him back at the office...

and tell him to call me at home anytime tonight.

Is that clear? Repeat it.

At any time.

Good.

No, no... She's a good girl.

How could you think such a thing?

Very well...

We won't say you're a monster...

But the money... Where did you get the money?

What money?

Do you spend to eat well?

- Yes. - Well, I make do.

- Do you smoke? - If you don't mind.

Ask my boss. I hardly smoke.

- He smokes very little. - American cigarettes.

- What about the car? - The car belongs to my boss.

- Okay, get him to sign and bring in his fianc�e. - Okay.

- Miss Severano... - Goodbye.

Why drag her into this?

- Not you. - I want this cleared up...

Yes, later.

- I must see the Inspector. - Later.

I'm sorry.

Gino...

- Where's the child? - In the room.

Mum...

What?

I hope we won't spend the night here.

- You're in a hurry? - I want to go home.

Silvana... I...

I'd like to apologise.

Why did you keep it all to yourself?

To spare you any useless trouble.

I thought you knew my priorities.

If you saw that woman just once, I forgive you.

You're crazy.

- Perhaps... before we met? - No, never.

- Are you accusing me, too? - Oh, no.

It'll soon be over, you'll see. It's ridiculous.

He swears he's innocent. Isn't that so?

Gino's done nothing wrong. I'm sure of that.

- So you trust him, then? - Yes.

But he doesn't feel the same.

For instance, he didn't tell you about the girl.

Has he ever asked you for money?

Look, you're mistaken. Very much so.

Well, if it wasn't you, it was someone else.

He's been spending more than he earns.

Her friends used to call her 'Grisbi',

because she had savings.

But lately she'd dipped into them.

You cost her money, eh?

Trust... How stupid of me!

That's why people stay away, even with information.

- They still end up in that chair. - You hate an empty chair!

You arrest the first possible person.

So here I am, an innocent man being framed.

You talk too much.

You're furious because there are murderers at large...

and you can't arrest them.

Murderers wandering the streets,

going to the cinema, to caf�s and the football!

I wouldn't want one more. Do you follow?

Answer me...

How did you afford your clothes, your rings and your lifestyle?

You're spending 200,000 lire a month,

yet you only earn 70-80,000.

How do you manage that?

Excuse me, but could I ask you...

how you can afford that gold watch on your wage?

- He has it in for me. - He won the pools.

- How lucky. - And did you win the pools?

If a guy saves a quid to lead a decent life...

you say he's on 200,000.

Fine by me.

Sir, the girls are here.

- Let's go. - Come on.

Sit over there.

Evening...

The producer liked me, but there's no film.

Sure. Go inside.

Go on...

Turn around.

Turn around!

- Ever seen this hunk before? - I wouldn't forget him.

Gino Luciani. Ever heard of him?

- Why the tears? - This one always cries.

I'm married. Nobody knows I'm a hooker.

- But you came to my home. - Have a smoke.

You've ruined me and my husband.

Come on, girls, try to tell me something.

- I have something to say. - Then go ahead.

- But promise me... - It won't leave this room.

No, I want to make the papers! I even have photos.

You want to be a star?

- So what's the difference? - That's enough. Go on, then.

When I phoned Grisbi about her getting married,

she said she'd found a man she liked.

- Who was it? - A handsome guy, she said.

Name? Occupation?

I don't know. We weren't all that close.

But she said he liked music.

Like 50 million other Italians!

- Guitar? - She only mentioned songs.

Natalina wasn't new to romance, right?

It was like an illness to her.

- Like two years ago. - She needed a pimp then.

Did she financially support the guy she liked?

- Expect me to answer that? - Fair enough.

- She was a big spender. - But not with her friends.

When I needed a quid, the bitch refused to help me.

- She's dead! - Good riddance.

- Her killer deserves a medal. - We prefer a pair of handcuffs.

Cut it out!

- You... You! - Me?

Yes, you. Come here.

Stop crying!

- What's your name? - Giulia Spinelli.

She's done six months for robbing a customer.

- How old are you? - 21.

You were closest to the deceased.

She fed me when I needed it.

- And taught you the trade. - Pig!

You'd met that handsome guy who loved music, hadn't you?

I don't live here. I hadn't seen her in months.

Surely a letter, a phone call..

There wasn't much to discuss with the kind of life we lead.

Quite a life! Comfortable, too...

- If you don't tell the truth... - But I have.

Very well. See you later. See you later.

- You keep away from me. - Not again!

Forget her innocent face. She's the biggest bitch around.

Goodbye, Inspector.

- Our star... - Goodbye.

Let's go.

Cheer up. I'm not through with you yet.

You know what 'pimp' means?

Ask him... or maybe not. Listen to my theory first.

Natalina provided him with a great lifestyle.

He probably promised he'd marry her.

But then he meets you, a decent girl. Wealthy, too.

But Natalina could spoil everything.

You'd never marry a pimp. So he shut her mouth for good.

But why didn't you wait until the weekend?

You could have taken her somewhere out of sight.

You didn't have the time, eh?

She threatened to talk, so you did a rush job.

Then you took her jewels, to make it look like a robbery.

Where are they? In the river?

You could turn a saint into a criminal.

The saint has spoken!

You have no compassion.

- Get me the judge. - You see evil everywhere.

You have no right to treat him like this.

There are other men living in that building.

Get me Judge Marciano.

- You really love him, eh? - Is that a crime too?

It's your business.

You may go, Miss. Your father's outside.

- No time for farewells. - Come on, Miss.

Judge Marciano, please.

It's Inspector Fioresi.

Yes, Your Honour. She's only a girl, but...

Yes, I'm sure. If you authorise me...

I'll hold him for a few days.

Okay, I'll keep you informed.

Good night.

Take him to the cells.

I'm not going to jail! I'm not going!

Quiet!

It's all over now.

Have a good sleep and don't think about it.

Can we go now?

After you sign the record of interview.

The statements are ready.

Okay.

You know...

I had a young daughter, too.

She'd be exactly your age.

All based on that child's testimony...

Correct.

What if she lied?

You still think so, eh?

Do you really know what today's girls are like?

You should hear the jokes they tell.

Shall I tell you one?

Silvana isn't like that.

Well, she's cheeky enough to wear lipstick.

- Silvana? - That's right.

Nice and innocent with her mother...

but she paints her lips when out of her sight.

Imagine the defence counsel with a witness like that.

He'd destroy her in five minutes.

Who told you?

Her friends. I summoned them.

I hope I did the right thing.

Does that mean I didn't?

Did you ever see this girl wearing lipstick?

Yes. Once.

Okay then.

Put your belt back on and come with me.

Listen to me...

Hold it.

Did she tell you Gino came out of that door?

- Not me. - Me neither.

- Why didn't you tell them? - It was a secret.

- Don't you trust them? - It was a secret.

Okay, it was a secret...

but Silvana must have talked about Gino?

She kept mentioning him.

She said he had a musical soul.

What else?

That she'd walk over hot coals for him.

In exchange for a 50-seconder, though!

A what?!

A 50-second-long kiss.

- Did you wear lipstick too? - No, Mum, I swear.

Who came up with the 50 seconds business?

- Not me. - It was Paola down at the...

Where? Speak up. You'll pay dearly for any lies.

- Where was it, Paola? - She makes everything up.

Down at the park, timing couples kissing.

- You took me there. - That's not true, Mum.

- What about you? - No.

My daughter isn't even friends with her.

I told you not to mix with her.

- Some reputation! - She's scared of her mother.

- Just as well. - It's all about the family.

- Enough! - Stop mincing words.

You mean to say Silvana is an habitual liar.

When it suits her.

To chat him up, she said his car had been broken into.

True.

- A lie, I presume. - Yes, ask them.

Is that so?

You mean she made the whole thing up?

Speak up. Don't play her game.

- That's right. - She made it up.

Okay, you can go.

- We'll settle this at home. - Your father will kill you.

Don't give our names to the press.

- Our reputation's are at stake. - Go now. Leave it to us.

- Thank God for this. - Let me go.

- Your badge of honour... - Let me go!

Come back here.

Go on, put it on.

Go on, show us what you look like.

So you feel ashamed now.

No one's taken me for a ride like you did.

He could have got 30 years.

No, I didn't...

No, Gino, I didn't... I swear...

- Let me go! - At least say you're sorry.

That's too easy a way out.

There are jails for people your age too, you know.

You're better off telling the truth.

- Stop playing games. - Are you feeling ill?

- Did you make it all up? - Water...

Admit you made it all up!

Otherwise, forget about going home.

Yes...

She's really ill, the poor thing.

- Take her away. - Come on, don't be like that.

Stop crying.

- So... you're free. - Thanks.

Well, your coming forward paid off in the end.

Luckily I got to deal with a man like you.

There should be more... I thought I had my cigarettes.

Collect your personal belongings outside.

Thanks.

It all worked out fine, eh?

Don't be too harsh on us with the journalists.

I thought all along you were a decent character.

- Thanks. - Go now.

There you are... Here.

You can go, madam.

Madam...

Try and keep an eye on her.

Another day down the drain...

You were right.

She's coming.

Get ready, boys...

Ready, ready, ready...

It's all your fault...

She knows all about you. She's in love.

- Who with? - With you, of course.

Are you angry?

I kissed you because I'm fond of you.

Clean? Her? Pull the other one!

Don't be influenced by her age or her saintly looks.

No one's taken me for a ride like you did.

He could have got 30 years.

Don't you give a damn about your mother?

You do something like this, but not a word to her.

Instead, you write to that guy.

Were you frank, at least?

I thought he deserved a bit of trouble. Not too much.

- What a character! - I'm the way I am.

Don't get up. You should rest.

I'm bored. Are my shoes over there?

Deep down, you're a good girl.

Now I'm being frank, too.

But isn't it a bit too early to start wearing lipstick?

Come here.

I'll take your note to Gino.

I'll tell him you did this because you were sorry.

Bye.

- I bet you won't tell him. - Don't you trust me?

Nobody trusts the police.

Are you sure you won't do him more harm?

Sorry for waking you so early.

I came as soon as I could. How is she?

How is she? Let's say she's still alive.

Don't worry; she's fine.

Nobody can understand. My life hasn't been easy.

- Was she in pain? - A bit.

Did she ask for me? I guess she didn't.

Hi.

Hello, Inspector. You can't escape your job.

If you don't mind, I should be going now.

I'm getting married tomorrow.

I know. I'd like a word with you.

I can give you my best wishes.

I'll leave my bomb here. I'll say hello to your fianc�e.

I have to ask her a couple of quick questions.

Can't you put it off till another day?

Until you're back from your honeymoon?

Be careful! What's wrong? Are you edgy?

Why should I be?

You act on impulse. I've worked you out.

Your mistake in accusing the girl, for instance...

I guess you did it to cover your back. But you blew it.

After all, I got it wrong too.

I let a witness slip through my hands because of some lipstick.

How about giving me a break?

Take it easy.

Why are they following us?

Keep driving.

- The Inspector to see you. - What is it?

- I won't bother you. Is your father in? - No.

Where can we talk in private?

Cinzia, phone Cloe. Tell her to hurry up.

Over there.

They haven't delivered my wedding dress yet.

"Dear Gino, I'm dying...

"No one will cry for me when I'm gone.

"You won't care either. I know.

"I just wanted to say I never suspected you...

"when I saw you come out of that door.

"But I did many foolish things, and I apologise.

"It was because I loved you."

After writing this, she tried to slit her wrists.

- A 13-year-old girl. - A liar!

A mythomaniac, fair enough...

However, Silvana is asking for your forgiveness.

She's saying sorry for causing you trouble.

Doesn't that make you think?

Seeing him come out of that door didn't mean he was a killer.

To Silvana, it was simply jealousy.

- She really did see you come out of that door. - No!

Try and convince that girl that he's a murderer...

But you're not a girl.

You have no right to victimise me.

Today I can't arrest you. Perhaps tomorrow, or in a week.

We'll re-open the case, based on circumstantial evidence.

Didn't you ever wonder why he wouldn't invite you over...

when the landladies were away?

Because Natalina was there... while she was still alive.

- Greci... - Go in now.

Otello Greci. He owns a restaurant.

Gino worked there, playing the guitar.

Why did you fire him?

- It was my daughter... - Go on.

- The whole story? - Go on.

My daughter was only 16. Then this guy...

Didn't he offer to marry her?

- And her dowry? - Eight million.

That's what he was after. So I kicked him out.

Margherita...

Come here, Margherita.

Come on... Don't be afraid.

Come on.

Take her home.

And now you can marry him, if you so wish.

Darling...

Darling, it's not true. I'll explain everything.

I can explain everything. Listen to me.

Don't abandon me, I beg you.

If you confess now, it'll help your case.

No!

I love you. I swear, I love you.

I know it isn't easy.

I don't want to lose you!

I don't want to lose you. Lorella!

It's too late now. Tough luck.

- It can't be true... - Yes?

This isn't happening.

- I didn't mean to... - Now that's better...

English translation: Roberto Stevanoni & Nick Shimmin (for SBS Australia)

Subtitles transcribed & timed by Lord Retsudo