All language subtitles for Madness.1994.USA.1080p.BluRay.FLAC.x264-ZiGZAG

(dramatic orchestral music)

Hey.

Irma?

Irma?

Irma, where are you?

Irma?

Irma?

Where are you, Irma?

Irma?

Irma?

Where are you, Irma?

Irma?

Irma, are you in here?

Dr. Dark is a character
with a split personality.

By day, he's a drab
and austere professor

of pagan religions.

By night,
he's a bloodthirsty serial killer.

The split personality
is a theme of a horror classic,

starting with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

Our comic strip follows this line.

And how do you reply to accusations

that your comic strip
has a negative effect on its readers?

The fact of the matter is that the kids

really like Dr. Dark
and it sells very well.

Those who accuse it
of unnecessary violence,

forget that the real violence
is dealt out

to us every day on TV.

Ms. Del,

there's a maniac out there
murdering babysitters

with the same method
described in your comic.

Dr. Dark is not only
a negative influence,

it is dangerous.

It has yet to be proved

that the murder you're talking
about emulates my comic.

It could also be a case of press hype!

These comics stimulate the fantasies

of certain sick individuals!

I am Nico Vannelli,

the writer.

Maybe this will disappoint you,

but cranks already existed way

before Giovanna invented Dr. Dark.

Is that right?

If it were up to me, I'd burn them all!

I'd burn them all.

All this violent subcultural trash.

Please ladies and gentlemen, be quiet.

Will you please be quiet?

Thank you.

My name is Marzio Mannino
and I publish "Dr. Dark."

I called this press conference
regarding the crime.

Well, we are deeply saddened

and we hope that the murderer
will be caught

as soon as possible,
but let us not be too hasty

in incriminating the mass media,

or we run the risk of moral lynching.

Thank you.

I have to speak to you.

All right.

Thank you.

Listen Emy,

what's the name
of that hellbent reporter?

Let's see.

Here he is, Lorenzo Calligari.

Mm-hm.

Try to arrange a meeting, will you?

We'd better get him on our side.

I don't know.
It won't be easy.

He was the first to turn
the press against us.

Your perfume is driving me crazy.

Let's have dinner tonight.

Listen, you got it wrong.
I am busy tonight.

Thank you.

That's fantastic.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- I love it.
- Thank you very much.

Oh, you disprove the idea that my comic

is only for teenagers.

It's not for me,
it's for my fifteen-year-old nephew.

I'm Amedeo J. Callistrati,

and I would just like
to have a word with you.

Look, the conference Is over.

I'm not a reporter.

Have you come to arrest me,

or maybe you want the murder's address?

I just want to ask a few questions
about your Dr. Dark.

If they kill someone
with an electric drill,

do you take it out on Black & Decker?

Having some problems, Giovanna?

No problems.

Ms. Dei is just a little bit nervous.

That's all.

You will be hearing from me.

You too, Mr. Vannelli.

What a creep.

Who is he?

A relative of that
reporter bastard from before?

No, he's a cop.

Huh!
That's just great.

All we needed was a cop.

Let's get out of here.
The air's gone bad.

Giovanna, my dear, it, uh,

it looks like the moment

has come to say goodbye to Dr. Dark.

What?

We have the press against us

and now even the police.

What's more, I heard Marzio say

that they wanna sequester our comic book

over the entire territory.

They can do what they want,

but I don't intend
to give up what's mine.

Mmmm, apart from everything else,

artistically speaking,

a change of air wouldn't hurt you.

Let's, let's, let Dr. Dark die

and we'll,
we'll come up with something else.

We are talking about my work.

You can quit if you like,
but I earned the success.

Look, I'm on your side.

Okay, I'm sorry.

It's just that I'm having a, a bad day

and, um,

I'm really sorry.

Don't worry about it.

I better be going.

Want me to come with you?

No.

Don't take it the wrong way.

I'll call you later.

Giovanna, it's me. Marzio.

You left the conference in such a hurry,

I didn't get a chance to talk to you.

I just wanted to say that,
look, as a man,

I deplore this crime,

but as a publisher,
I think it's a great publicity.

So the sooner we go to press,
the better.

Get those new drawings done.

Get on with it, all right?

- I'll talk...
- Fuck off.

Bye.

In the mirror, I have seen

the dark side of my being.

And while my eyes watched it,

it watched me.

And while my eyes watched it,

it watched me.

I bet it's that idiot, Nico.

Asshole.

This is Nico Vannelli's
answering machine.

Please leave a message after the beep.

Thank you.

Oh my God.

I thought you guys were kinda
used to these things.

In the movies, Doctor.

That happens only in the movies.

Hmm.

The subject is very young,

apparent age
between eighteen and twenty.

Bruises on the left hand

and at the fifth rib.

Here, put it on.

The smell can get to you
when you open them up.

Open them up?

Alright. If there was any doubt before,

there isn't any anymore.

Look, the murderer
dug the girl's eyes out

and then stuck a stiletto
up her nose into her brain,

just like the ancient Egyptians did.

And like Dr. Dark does.

Now you can't say that
it's just a press hype.

That's why I wanted you
to see the pictures.

But what do you want from us?

In the first place, your cooperation.

Maybe the maniac sent you
a souvenir of his victim

because he wants to make contact
directly with you.

Think about it.

Maybe he's a fan that you've spoken to.

Can you think of someone,

even the most insignificant details?

Mm, no.

But last night there was a car parked

in front of my building.

Someone was spying on me.

Well, that's a beginning.

What kind of car?

Did you see the plates?

No, it was very dark.

It looked like uh, a van.

Lieutenant.

The best thing for Giovanna

is for her to get away for a while.

Look, someone got into her apartment,
God knows how.

If it was the murderer,
it's not safe for her to be around.

I can give you
all the information you need.

Look, if I'm not mistaken,

the young lady here
invented this Dr. Dark.

So I'm going to ask
both of you to stay on call.

That's all for now.

Emy, it's open.

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.

These are to apologize
for my impetuosity at the conference.

But that's just the way I am

when I get really enthusiastic
about something.

You see,

even though I detest your comic,

I think I'm really fascinated
by its symbolism.

After all, Dr. Dark
is the obscure side of the human being.

I'd like to interview you
in private about your...

Who gave you my address?

Your publisher.

I've been trying to call,

but there was no answer
and your machine wasn't on,

so I thought, well, what the hell,

I'll just drop by.

I can't help you.
I'm going away.

I thought you were the person
who's coming to get me.

I see, I see.

Call me.

We'll make an appointment.

Hi.

Am I interrupting something?

No. Mr. Calligari was just leaving.

What did the nemesis
of comic books want?

Oh, Marzio sent him here
to interview me.

Hmm.
Are you sure?

The boss did tell me
to get in touch with him,

but I didn't have time to.

Idida good job, huh?

It's not a palace,
but it's got a swimming pool.

You know,
money is no object for our Marzio.

There are some definite
decorating taste lapses

in this house but,
well, I think I'm being

just a little too picky.

It looks great.

What do you think?

Good.

You know,
you could always work in real estate.

Who knows.
If Marzio doesn't give me a raise.

No, stop please.

Come on.

We'll wake the baby.

I don't care.

No, his parents are due back
any moment now.

All right, I'll get outta here.

You just can't keep your hands off me,
can you?

Go on, I'll see you tomorrow.

Night.

Francesco, is that you?

Francesco?

Okay.

This one wasn't killed in the closet.

She was dragged there.

And then there were
those pieces of glass

on her eye sockets.

Why?

Hmm.

I'm convinced that there's
a precise message in all this.

It's like a ritual.

That bastard is trying
to tell us something.

And what if we pin it
on Bud the slasher,

that violent maniac
who always used to rape

and then cut up young hookers?

No point.

He's got a very good alibi.

An alibi?

He's dead.

I didn't know that.

Garrucci, you'd better
go along and get some sleep.

You are starting to lose it.

We should both go.

It's past midnight.

Callistrati, Homicide.

That rotten son of a bitch.

Hello?

In the mirror,
I have seen the dark side.

And while my eyes watched it,

it watched me.

Who are you?

- Who are you?
- You invented me!

Why don't you just leave,
leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

No.

Giovanna!

What's going on?

Please go!

Giovanna!

Open the door!

What's going on?

Help me!

Oh my God.

What's the matter?

Giovanna, it's me.

He was, he was outside the door,

just a minute ago!

He wanted to come in!

Look!

Oh Christ.

Stay here. Don't move. Don't move!

No, don't go!

Ah!

Ah!

Are you okay?

Could be worse.

I loved them all.

They were all so beautiful.

They were all mine.

It wasn't hard to convince
the local authorities

to put someone on you,
have you followed.

Garruci here kept an eye on you
when you were in town.

And my colleagues then informed me

that you had rented this villa.

And it's just as well that they did too.

Because when I heard that the killer

had struck here last night,
Ms. Del, I just knew

he was coming to try

and see if he could make contact
directly with you.

So I rushed down here.

He said, he said that he loved me,

that I mentor him.

Come on.

Come on, move it.

In there.

Nothing unusual so far, Lieutenant.

Yeah, so far.

There isa lot of evidence

that would seem to nail Calligari,

but I'm obliged to say "would seem to."

We could be dealing with a crank,

not a killer.

That's enough for now.

We are here to launch the boat

and celebrate the end of a nightmare.

Yes.

Let's try not to think about it anymore.

Here it is.

Way to go, Massimo.

Is ita good year?

Excellent, I'd say.

You'd have to sell this boat
to cover the cost.

This is Massimo, my skipper and friend.

He helped me get this ex-tub
into good shape.

Here goes.

Ooh.

There you go.

- That's it.
- Ooh.

Cheers.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Cheers to you Giovanna.

I wanted to tell you

that we should all take a rest
after this ugly business.

The new issue can wait.

I wanted to talk to you about that.

I've been thinking about the influence

the comic has on people,

and I'm not sure
I wanna keep drawing Dr. Dark.

Hey, what's this?

You're starting to sound
like one of those journalists.

No, it's just that, in a way,
Calligari served a purpose.

Well, we better get going.

It's a very long way back to town.

Oh, by the way Nico,
I'll pay for the champagne.

- Am I hearing right?
- Yes.

Now it's gonna snow.

- Bye-bye.
- See you.

Bye.

- Bye, Emy.
- Bye.

So well, I better be going too.

See you later, Nico.

What's the matter?

You're not yourself.

Don't mind me.

I just need a little time

and then I'll be as good as new.

That's what I want.

A new Giovanna, better than ever.

Let's go below.

No, I'd rather go back to the villa.

I can't handle close spaces.

You suffer from claustrophobia.

No, I feel uncomfortable.
Let's go to my place.

What a day.

Marzio pays for the champagne,

and at last you're not treating me
like a vampire

in search of a victim.

Oh God.

Nico?

I love you, Giovanna.

Giovanna!

Giovanna!

It was only a dream, only dream.

It's useless!

I know I'll never get him outta my head!

Yes you will.

I'll help you.

I'll be there when you need me.

It's all over now.

It's all over.

No, it's not all over!

There's something.

I just know he's gonna be!

He's in jail,

and he's gonna stay there for life.

You have to make a break.

You have to stop drawing him
and maybe leave this house.

It's better if you don't stay here.

We, we can make a new start together.

Have you, have you got any,
anything to calm you down?

Oh yes.

In the kitchen,

in the dresser.

Okay, I'll go get some. Try to relax.

Calligari's statement.

Thank you.

Oh shit.

- Hello...
- Hello, Giovanna.

Answering machine.

I'm not in right now.

Ah!

The hell with it.

Emy.

Emy!

Emy?

Where the hell has she gone?

The hell with it.

I can't just let everything
fall apart like this.

Isn't there any way to talk to him?

No, I'm afraid not.

After he confessed,
he fell into a deep state

of irreversible catatonia

and coming to terms
with his own madness

was a fatal blow for his mind.

Now he won't hurt anyone anymore.

I know he won't.

What do we do now?

You go back to the office.

I'm going to speak to Ms. Del.

So Calligari is only a crank
like the others,

yet he, he was there at the villa
and he tried to kill Nico,

and those eyes.

There is no proof that he was the one

who put the eyes in your apartment
and in the villa.

Ms. Del, it's just a mere coincidence.

But I think that Calligari
is nothing other than a crank.

I knew he was on the loose.

I knew it.

Here we are.

What do you think?

You sure don't waste time.

It's not easy to find a house
to rent these days.

It's Massimo's, the skipper.

He bought it as an investment.

We can stay here as long as we'd like.

And...

Giovanna, what's wrong?

Oh, nothing.
I was just thinking.

Are you sure you're okay?

I want you to tell me everything.

I wanna be very close to you.

I'm on your side, remember.

I'm scared.

At the idea of living together?

No.

Lieutenant Callistrati
came to see me today.

What for?

He says Calligari's only a crank.

NEW APARTMENT.
NICO, STREET...

Lovercraft Publications.

Hello, Emy, it's me.

Good thing you're still there.

I'm coming back to the office.

You'll have to put in some overtime

because, you see,
I'll need all the printed bills

of last month.
Understand? It's urgent.

Get somebody to help you.

But at this hour they're all gone.

Well, do what you can.

I'll be there in a little while.

Hey Emy, you're the best.

It's so late.

Marzio,

is it you?

Emy, it's me.

Emy.

Oh my God.

I just can't go on living
with this remorse anymore.

I don't know why I did what I did.

I want to apologize

to the relatives of those babysitters.

I ask for God's forgiveness.

I will ask the victims'
forgiveness when I see them.

How did it happen?

Suicide, maybe.

Why, why?

Remorse.

She left a message,

a needle and a vial of the serum
that she used

to paralyze the victims with.

Emy was the...

Oh God, I can't believe it.

No, it's not possible.

But why?

Why?

Only Emy knows.

Or maybe someone else.

What do you mean?

I don't know.

Maybe I'm too suspicious.

We have a confession and evidence,

everything we need to close this case,

all nicely set out.

So there's no question.

You'd better leave this room.

You might smudge some prints

or destroy other evidence.

Garrucci, let's have one of those bags.

Have this analyzed and get me
the victim's blood type now,

because I wanna know
if they belong to the same group.

Nico's new apartment, 13 Via Gorcoma.

Anybody here?

Nico?

Nico?

Nico, are you here?

Nico?

Nico?

Sorry, but I saw you arrive
so I thought...

Forget it.

It's just that I'm really jumpy lately.

Have you seen Nico?

No.
Probably

he's at that house that I rented you.

Oh, probably.

Funny though,

we were supposed
to meet here for dinner.

What happened to you?

Oh, nothing to worry about.
Just a scratch.

I'm going to the house.

If Nico shows up, send him there.

It's only five kilometers away.

Oh, it's you.

I was, I was
just cleaning some stuff away.

I didn't realize how late it was.

We writers, you know,
aren't cut out for manual work.

You'll never change.

Anyway, I'm going to call in
a moving company for my stuff

so that way you won't have

to spend the next year
living surrounded by boxes.

Is everything okay?

Frankly, no.

I just can't stop thinking
about this horrible business.

I called Marzio today.

And what did he have to say?

He's shocked too.

I think we should reexamine
our comic book.

I don't know if we should go on.

I feel the same way.

I'm glad you are thinking about it too.

I wanna freshen up then we can go.

Sure, go ahead.

Giovanna, what's the matter?

The tub!

What a fool.

I should have told you,
the wound on my hand

opened while I was working.

Giovanna, it's all right.

No, the tub!

He's been here.

I made those marks!

Do you understand?

I forgot to clean out the tub!

Giovanna, he's not here.

He doesn't exist anymore.

Stop it!

Giovanna, calm down.

Giovanna, calm down, baby.

I think it's really time to take a trip

and get away from all of this

or we'll go crazy.

Weren't we supposed to be alone,
just the two of us?

He insisted on coming.

Yunno, to sail this kind of boat,

you need at least two expert sailors

and well,
Massima has two good qualities.

He knows how to work well

and how to disappear
at the right moment.

All right, all right.

That's fine with me
because I'm a little scared of the sea.

You are full of phobias.
Fear is just a mental state.

Thanks, Sigmund.

Mmm, good.

Massimo's cooking is the best.

Massimo cooked?

Sure did.

And I see that,
at last you ate heartily too.

I told you you wouldn't regret
this weekend.

Yes,

but I think
there must be ghosts on board.

What do you mean?

Today, I took my bikini top off
when I was sunbathing,

but then I couldn't find it.

It disappeared.

Maybe the wind blew it overboard.

But there wasn't any wind.

What a coincidence.

It disappeared
right after Massimo came over.

It was still there
just a minute before.

Oh, but everybody knows that
Massimo collects the bras

of all the girls I bring on board.

Very funny.

I think he's a little weird.

He's always got

that fisherman's knife
attached to his belt.

Giovanna, listen, it's not that

that I'm making fun of you.

It's that you're getting paranoid.

In the mirror,
I have seen the dark side of my being

and while my eyes watched it,
it watched me.

Come in.

Here are the lab results.

Mm-hm.

I knew it.

Emy's blood and the blood
on the paperweight

are from two very different groups.

The fingerprints
on the paperweight are Emy's.

It might be she hit the killer with it

and then he staged her suicide

after killing her himself.

Where are you going?

To the scene of the crime.

What does the nautical bulletin say?

Excellent conditions.

If you want, we can even go further out.

Maybe later.

Okay?

Well I'll go and prepare
something to drink.

Good idea.

Hey, are you okay?

No better day than today to be out there

on the deck sunbathing.

I'm not in the mood today.

I found my bikini top
in Massimo's cabin.

You went poking around
in Massimo's cabin?

I found a copy of "Dr. Dark"
under his bed.

- And...
- Hup, here we are.

A nice cool drink for you.

You came in through the main door,
didn't you,

you lousy son of a bitch.

There were no signs
of forced entry, none.

And this is where you struck,
isn't it, you bastard?

And then you dragged her to the desk.

Emy's blood and the blood
on the paperweight

are from two different groups.

Also, the victim had traces of ink
on her right hand

as if she had picked up a pen
the wrong way.

A pen.

What for?

She left her message
right in the computer.

What was she doing with a pen?

What?

Something or other didn't go
the way that you wanted it to,

did it, you bastard?

Maybe she got a look at something

she thought could identify you,

maybe even your face when she hit you.

Yeah, I'm sure of It.

There's always something
that's overlooked

or something else that
hasn't been looked for yet.

Oh my God.

What on earth made you
do these drawings?

He can't attack you.

Emy's dead, dead and buried.

I know, but it's an obsession.

The comic came out for so long
without anything happening,

but when the issue

where Dr. Dark kills
the babysitter came out,

the murders began.

Why did the killer
leave the bodies in the closet?

Why did he remove their eyes?

Because he was a fucking crazy maniac,
that's why!

If you go back
to doing this fucking comic,

it will have to be to make him die.

Dr. Dark must die,

otherwise you'll never
have a life of your own!

Can't you see that?

Don't shout at me!

What the fuck do you know about
what I've got inside me?

He sent me his victim's eyes
for Christ's sake!

And I can still see them.

I see those goddamn eyes every night.

Why me, why me?

It's a little cold out here
for a bathing suit.

Listen, it's none of my business,

but I heard your shouting.

Well, look,
I've known Nico for a long time

and well, I know that he doesn't get mad

unless it's for something
he cares about,

and he cares about you a lot.

I'd be happy if you
went back down there and

cleared things up, for you and for him.

I owe you an apology.

We can talk about it tomorrow.

Now hurry up before you catch a cold.

Darling, I went too far.

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault, it's mine.

I should have stayed on my own
from the beginning.

Let's not talk about it anymore.

Come.

No, I wanna be alone,

please.

I'm the problem.

Let me out!

Snap out of it!

Giovanna, no! No!

Giovanna, don't do it.

Don't!

The time for understanding is over.

The time for talking is over.

Now it's time to die!

I'm sorry.

I'm SO Sorry.

I won't do it anymore.

Don't punish me.

I'm scared of the dark.

You've been a naughty girl, haven't you?

Four year olds don't behave like that.

You deserve punishment.

And when your mother gets home,

I'm gonna tell her everything,

if you're still alive.

Now, be quiet and stay still.

Otherwise, the man in black
will come and get you

and he'll rip out your eyes

and you'll live in the dark forever.

Help.

Let me out.

I'm so sorry.

I'll be good.

Don't leave me here with him.

Let's search this place. Go on.

Go on, let's go.

Antonio, Antonio, Massimo,
open this, go on!

Open it.

How could a girl ever have done this?

I couldn't believe it myself,

but that secretary left a message

that couldn't be misunderstood,
Garrucci.

It's dark.

It's so dark.

I'm scared.

I'm so scared.

It's dark.

It's so dark.

I'm scared.

I'm scared.

It's dark.

Giovanna, give it to me.

No one is gonna leave this place alive.

No one!

Giovanna, give it to me.

Your Giovanna died
when she was four years old.

I took her.

I dragged her into the deepest darkness

and I cut out her eyes,

exactly the same
as I'm going to do to you now!

You're wrong.

You don't exist.

Giovanna is alive.

I love you.
Do you hear me?

I love you.

Let me help you.
You are sick, very sick.

I did everything wrong, my love.

I knew it, but I did it just the same.

After I saw that note with the names

of the dead girls at your house,

I followed you.

I wanted to protect you,
to stop you from doing it again.

But I failed.

When we were moving,
I found incriminating evidence

and I hid it

in the new house,

and then I threw it into the sea,

for you,

for us.

He, he killed them all.

Not me.

I feel his eyes spying on me
all the time.

And when I turn around,
there's no one there.

It's me following myself.

I love you. You have to believe me.

I'll stand by you
no matter what happens.

You have to help me to help you.

Set me free me, Nico, please.

Let me out of the dark.

No! Giovanna is dead!

Come on, you asshole.

You said you loved her.

Then prove it.

Prove it!

Give her your eyes

so she can see in the dark!

I'll be good.

I'll be good.

No!

No!