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preklad Abymidala aka Rastyx

It's me, Carlo. Listen.

I'm afraid Evelyn's had it. What
the hell's that supposed to mean, Doc?

She had a massive
coronary. That's what it means.

Well, get over here.
Help me take her home.

Jesus, what a mess. Well,
why to her house?

Listen. I want you to
get your ass over here.

When they find her here, they'll
think it was a natural death.

We better hope so.

Let's go.

No! No!

Carlo, you think
she's real? Who can say?

She�s just the model
I've been looking for.

If you need help, don't
forget your pals, huh?

Yeah, we'd do anything for
you. Hey, where's Carlo going?

I thought we were going
to have a game.

He's after big game this time.

Uh, miss.

Smile for the press, please.

Oh, I haven't seen such a
face in such a long time.

Oh, that's swell. Great. Perfect.

Ah.

Say, what do you say we try another
angle for a change, huh?

Oh!

Boy, I can see you're a natural.

Hi, Carlo.

Hi. Sorry. I'm working.
But you were gonna see me now.

I'll call you this evening around 7:30,
all right? What about our date?

I'm sorry, honey. I'm working.

I'll wait for you here.

Here's your grapefruit juice, miss.

Thank you.

What can I get for you,
sir? Oh, nothing, thanks.

Never while I'm working. Right.

Ah.

You're making me
nervous. Put it away.

I find nature fascinating.

Your idea of nature is a
wild girlie show, I think.

Oh, hold still, please,
huh? Yeah. That's it.

Oh, put your hands down.

Miss, I must say you've
got a beautiful profile.

You're one girl that
doesn't have anything to hide.

Thanks for the information, sir.

You'd better stop.

Hmm. All right.

You don't know what you're missing.

What?

To have me photograph them, most
girls are willing to do anything.

Oh, yeah? Not me.

I suppose you've come across
Harper's Bazaar, Vogue, Elle.

Mm-hmm. So what?

They're fashion magazines, the
biggest in the world, and I work for them.

Mm.

And you think I can
model for fashions in Vogue?

Yeah. Pretty sure.

Really? We'd better have a look.

Yeah. Let's see.

Well, first of all, you're gonna
have to lose a bit of that tummy, baby.

Huh? Yeah.

Hey, listen, there's a
place I wanna take you. Come on.

What kind of place? The sauna.
Just what you need.

Healthy.

And besides, it'll help
you take those inches off.

Hey, move that little thing, will ya?

What are you doing? My dear,

I'm just getting rid of
these silly encumbrances.

They're no use at all. In
fact, they do more harm than good.

You've gotta give the skin
air. Let the pores breathe.

See what I mean? What
a pair of pores.

Now
- Are you crazy?

What if someone should come
in? What the hell do you care?

They'd see us. This could be
the beginning of your career, baby.

If you knew how many of the great names in fashion
modeling began just like you're doing now-

Oh, really? Yeah. Okay.

There we are. Now, lie down.

How do you want me to
be? It doesn't matter.

Whichever way it
is, it'll be beautiful.

Oh, what a piece
of- Okay. Uh-

Good. Turn over a little, huh?

That's fine.

Perfect. Now, don't look.

Why not? What I mean is
don't look at the camera.

That's good.

Yeah. Marvelous. How
come it's not clicking?

It's not clicking? Oh.

It's not clicking. You're
right. Gee, I don't know.

I must have a faulty
shutter. Strange. Oh!

What now?

I don't know. Well,
I guess we could, uh-

Hey, you know, I do have an idea. Oh?

Since it's so hot, I think
I'll get into something else.

Hey, you're really out of
your gourd, aren't you?

Oh, no. It�s just time for
the in-depth interview.

Carlo. Huh?

I've been waiting half an hour. Bug
off, will ya? Can't you see I'm busy?

Oh, go to hell!

Now, let's see. Where was I? There.

Oh, yeah, I remember.

Franco, come over here a
minute, will you? Sure, Magda.

Look, I don't need
this for today's rehearsal,

but when you shoot for real tomorrow,
could you do me a favor?

Put on a bit more eye shadow. Sure.

And play down these big
highlights under her cheeks. Mm-hmm.

I want the girl to look cool.

She mustn't come on too
strong for this product.

Okay? Yeah. Right. Uh-huh.

Don't forget now, huh?

Okay, Franco, I'll
leave it up to you.

All right, stop the presses.

Ladies and gents, cast your eyes on
the new model for tomorrow's photo service.

Open it. Show it off,
honey. That's right. Huh?

This is Lucia.

Oh. You're up to
your old tricks again?

Pretty nice, wouldn't
you say, Magda, huh?

Tomorrow's work has
Patrizia as the model.

You can pay the
girl for prior services.

Hey, come on, what
she bitchin' about?

Honey, let me handle this.
You'd do best to stay out of this.

If you want to
become a great photographer,

you gotta pick your models with
your head, never mind the heart.

And never discuss a
colleague's choice, all right?

And anyway, all jokes aside for the moment,
take a good look at her. Go on.

She's first-class
merchandise. Look at her.

Yes, but how are we going to photograph all
that stuff? We'd need a Cinerama screen.

Please, Carlo, what is all
this? Calm down. Calm down, honey.

Leave it all up to me.

Mario, will you take some
shots of Patrizia this afternoon?

Whatever you say.
Behave yourself, will you, huh?

She has real possibilities.

And who's this?

A discovery of mine.

Do you think
she'll work out, Gisella?

Yes. She just might.

Wait till you see her
stripped. She's got a sensational body.

I feel we should talk this
over. Come into my office, will you?

Well? To the office.

Come on, little lady.
It's time to work.

She'll have her hands
full with Gisella.

Oh, the hell with all of ya. Go on.

That new one there, she's nice.

You think she puts out?

Ask your wife, you jerk.

Hmph.

Perfect.

Now, don't move a muscle.

Look over here.

Look at me. No, no.

Look at me. That's it.

Ready?

Waiter!

No, please, Maurizio, there's
no sense ordering another bottle.

I can't be late for tomorrow
morning, and I don't want to either.

I'm sorry.

Really, Patrizia, the
evening�s just started.

Now, we made an
agreement. If you want to stay, stay.

But please call me
taxi. Now, come on.

Please. You're not going to
leave me here all alone. Are you?

I'm very sorry, but
I have work tomorrow.

Hmm. It's the first
important assignment I've ever had.

Your wife is very demanding, and she's
right. I've got to be there rested and in shape.

Yeah.

Come on. Just another
half hour. I'm sorry, Maurizio.

Well, when then? Maybe
monday we will try.

Give me the check, will ya?

Well? The bill. The bill.

You know, you aren't really
very nice to me.

I can do a lot for you to
get your career moving.

Strange. Yeah, well-

It's the very same thing your
wife told me just this morning.

Hmm?

Hmm.

Oh, hi. What are you doing here?

What, is there something
you wanted or-

Just a second, Cecil Beaton.

Well, well.

How about using me as a model?

Well, take a look, Carlo. What
do you think? Anything missing?

Mmm. Turn around.

Uh-huh.

You've got possibilities.

And I don't think there's
anything missing.

But it'd be stupid for you to
ruin your career and do modeling.

You got a good future as a
photographer. You know that.

And fashion models are
finished in a couple of years.

Three, four at the most.

Plus, you have to
know what you're in for.

At least I'm worth a tryout.

Oh, yeah.

After you, princess.

Ah, honey, you're
beautiful, the greatest, stupendous.

Stop it. You're making me dizzy.

So what else is new?

What's new is that I'd
like to start all over again.

Mmm. Honey, you said a mouthful.

Mmm.

Mmm.

So that's where you
hide your car, huh?

Nothing like a woman parker. Better
than being a nosy one like you.

Ooh. Shut up now and give
me your keys, will ya?

Here.

Darling, you look just marvelous.

Marvelous. I didn't
know you were a motorcyclist.

Well, come in, come in.

Well, if you like something
to drink, just help yourself.

Make yourself at home.

Oh, I got that picture just
like you asked me to.

Well, let's see.

Ah, yes. Here it is.

I can't imagine what you want
with it, but since you asked.

It�s just a snap of
the group at the studio.

We're all in it.
Me- I look awful-

Magda, Carlo, Gisella,
Maurizio and that poor girl-

What's her name? She
was pregnant. Oh, yes.

Evelyn. Poor dear.

But
- Are you trying to be funny? What are you doing?

You're spilling my whiskey.

No. No.

What are you doing? What's
that knife for?

No! No!

No! No! No!

Please put that down. No!

What did I ever do to you?

No, please!

Mario?

Have you finished now?

Uh, with the body, yes, sir.

Then it can be removed. Fine.

You can take this
away, hmm? Yes, sir.

The witness is in here, sir.

You came here this morning,
hmm? What did you see?

I'm a model for a photo agency.

Well, today was supposed
to be my first big chance,

and... I was to pose for him.

This morning, yeah?

Also he asked if I would
come by and pick him up.

You were very good friends
then, you and this Mario Ferreri?

No. It was purely professional.

But
- But in our kind of business,

a person doesn't take long to
know who he does and doesn't like.

And you'd never come to
this house before today?

No. Not once.

He was supposed to come downstairs. He
wasn't there, so I asked the doorman.

I was in a hurry. I
was double-parked.

I stepped inside because
nobody answered.

I'm not sure then what I did.

I know I shouted and-

and I must have passed out.

Come on. Get that leg
up. There we go. Okay.

And get Rino in here. Have
him clean up the stand.

Doris, try to be
natural. Don't stiffen up.

Open that coat a little, for God's sake.
Do I have to tell you everything?

Come on, Stefano. Please, relax.

You look like you got a
telephone pole up your ass.

That's it. Now, relax.

Magda, give me some light, huh?

Maybe I'll get a picture this
morning. What's with him today?

I wish I knew. He's crazier than
usual. Magda, throw the light up.

No, to the left.

To the left. Oh, no.

Jesus, Stefano, you look like
your pet cobra just died.

Look, you're wearing a coat that's
worth thousands of dollars.

It's not plastic. It's warm. It's
soft. You gotta let us feel that, huh?

And, Doris, you, the same
thing. But, Carlo, I-

It's a fabulous coat you're wearing. Now, make
the guy who wants to buy it wanna come.

What do you mean, come? Come, as if
you�re in the sack with Stefano.

Listen, Carlo, you're asking for
a fat lip. Enough's enough, Carlo.

Get off it. Who the hell
does he think he is?

Magda, I don't want you to
wash them out completely.

You don't understand a goddamn thing.

Why don't you just put a flag over them,
they'll really look like corpses.

Look, I've had it. If you think you're being
funny, you're pretty wide of the mark.

Wonderful, isn't he? I've had it.

I've had six months of you this morning.
Throw me that robe, Magda.

Oh, okay, kids. Okay, you're right.

I think we can use
a little break, huh?

I humbly ask your kind
forgiveness, all right?

Oh, I'm sorry, Doris, honey.
Really I am. Sure. Forget it.

Nothing's working out
this morning. Forget it, Carlo.

No kidding, Stefano. Well,
we're try this afternoon, huh?

Yeah. Sure. Okay.

I'm going out for coffee. Oh, yeah?

Well, have them put some
milk on in it, some saltpeter.

Maybe I should at that. Come on.

Try it. It might do you some good.

Thank you, Inspector. Not at all.

Well, poor Mario had been working
for me for the last two and a half years...

as an assistant photographer...

and even as chief photographer on
some of the less important assignments.

Who's usually to be
found in the studio?

Well, this is really
Grand Central Station.

For certain jobs, I call
in other photographers.

Then there's a great
turnover in models of both sexes.

However, Mario Ferreri was a
salaried employee, wasn't he?

Not salaried, no. It just so
happens he only worked here.

The same is true of Carlo
Bianchi and Magda Contini.

But there are no fixed
contracts in any of their cases.

This Mario, isn't there
anything you can tell me of his, uh-

Well, a little more-

You know, I wonder if any particular
man or woman you knew of...

had any sort of close
relationship with him.

I'm sure you
understand what I'm driving at.

Once my employees are out of the
studio, they're free to do whatever they please.

I don't know anything at all concerning
their private lives.

The ideal employer. I admire that.

Only you're far from being
the police's ideal witness.

There's nothing you can tell me about
him even after two and a half years?

I'm not fond of
spreading dirt or gossip, you know.

I suppose there's
one thing I could say.

Mario gave the impression of not
being at all interested in women.

- He was a homosexual?
- That wasn't what I told you.

All I said was I got the impression he
wasn't interested in the opposite sex.

A lot of girls pass through
these doors, Inspector.

I just find it a little strange that
he never made a pass at any of them.

I don't know if there was
anything more concrete to it than that...

or if he had any
particular friends anywhere.

And if you come right down to it, isn't it your
job to find these things out, Inspector?

Yes, of course.

Well, thanks for your
help. I'll act on it.

And you have my word that I'll
disturb you as little as possible.

Good-bye.

Ah, just one more thing.

Have you, by chance, come
across the name Giulio Castelli?

No. Is he a model? Or perhaps
he's with another agency.

No, he's not a model.

He was an M.D., and he was
murdered over a month ago.

Opened up just like Mario Ferreri.

Good evening, Mrs. Mayer.

Good evening. Evening.

You bitch, you love it, don't you?

Are you crazy?

Oh! What was that for?

You're a cheap whore.

Why am I a whore? Do
you mind telling me?

Come on, you freaked
out. What did I do?

What's going on with
you and Carlo, huh?

How long have you known him?
You've been banging him.

Yeah, we're big buddies.

He promised to find me
work, obviously with you.

I see. And you�re just
buddies, is that it?

Well, young lady, if you see Carlo
one more time, you've had it.

That's none of your business. Do
you think you own me or what?

I wanna be a fashion model,
not a kept woman or a slave.

I have a business
dinner. I'm going now.

And your job is to sit here
and wait for me. Don't move.

We'll talk about your
career when I come back.

And don't answer the
telephone. Anything you say, Mrs. Legree.

Remember what I told you about Carlo.

Stay away from him for your own good.

Ah, yes. Well, if you give me
a job, I can do what you want.

If not, you'll have to do without me.

How clever. A little
blackmail, is that it?

Don't get any ideas into your
empty little head, my sweet.

You could be very sorry. Oh, sure.

Anyhow, I know whatever you're
going to do for me,

you'll do out of pure friendship.

Isn't that right?

I've warned you.

Gisella, is that you?

Gisella?

Mwah!

Good morning.

Got in kind of late, didn't you?

Morning.

How much sugar do you want?

Just one, thank you.

And a little milk.

A little what? Milk.

You're a barbarian. You
can't ruin good coffee like that.

You really want it?

Damn right I do.

Cold? That's right.

Freezing.

- I haven't got any.
- Well, since it's the first time, I'll pardon you.

But next time, I better
not have to remind you.

Milk is good for you.

It gets your corpuscles going, especially
after a strenuous evening.

Ah, it could be at the door.

I certainly hope so.

Hurry, honey. The
coffee will get cold.

Hup, hup, hup, hup,

hup, hup, hup, hup.

What's that for?

Let the blood get back to my head.

Get the rocks out first. Ah-ah!

Anyhow, coffee's served, master.

But remember one
thing. This is just for today.

Don't get used to it, huh?

Mmm. I know the old trick.

The first time you
treat us all like kings.

Coffee and the paper in bed, eh?

After a bit, we get the
plates in our faces, huh?

Shut up. Your coffee needs drinking.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Ahh. It's marvelous,
my dear. Thank you.

You ruined it with milk. I don't
see how you can drink it at all.

Well, it's better. When you put milk in
it, you get bigger molecules. That's physics.

Uh-

It's stupid of me to explain. You
don't understand a damn thing anyhow.

Mm. A person
doesn't have to be Einstein...

to know if a cup of
coffee is good or not.

Mm. Milk and coffee is
like water and wine.

Both are ruined. That's the truth.

Aspiring model savagely murdered Found
naked and horribly mutilated in her car

You see this? Look.

It's Lucia.

She was killed like Mario.

Oh, God. I just don't
believe it, Carlo.

Hey, wait a minute.

How did you know her?

What?

You're the one who
brought her to the studio.

Now, listen.

Don't start asking stupid questions.

This whole thing's too
complicated already.

That girl showed up
all alone that day,

and Gisella liked her face a lot.

I took a little film of
her, but I didn't know her.

I'd never seen her
before. I hope you understand.

Yeah. Is that clear?

Yes. You don't have to strangle me.

I'm sorry. Sorry, honey.

"Found in the baggage
compartment of her car,

the girl was grasping an earring.

And this is the only
lead the police announced. "

Hey, look at this, Carlo.

Doesn't that earring
look familiar? Mm.

No. Doesn't mean a thing to me.

I can hardly see it.

Carlo, I have a strange feeling.

I swear I've seen that earring.

So, Mr. Bianchi,

you confirm that you had never seen
the victim, Lucia Cerrazini,

before the time two days ago when
she first came to the studio.

Is that correct?

Yeah, not before she
came to the studio.

So obviously, you
hadn't known her before then.

No, I'd never known her. No.

However, the doorman says he saw
the two of you coming in together.

Can you explain that?

Explain? Yeah, of
course. You're absolutely right.

Well, she was
standing at the main entrance.

I
- I figured she was looking for the studio,

and I took her in.

She was here when I came.

I did not call her, send
for her or have her taken in.

I figured someone else brought her.

Perhaps Mario.

Yeah.

Mario Ferreri.

Too bad that Mario
Ferreri... was murdered...

and can't confirm that
little particular.

His testimony would be highly valued.

And dead men don't talk, do they?

Would you mind telling us where you
were in the early evening yesterday?

Right here. Working, in fact.

About 8:00 or shortly after, I went
out for a business dinner at Fourrier's.

The waiter can confirm that.

And so...

I suppose...

there's no way you could have seen Lucia
Cerrazini last evening, am I right?

Now, look here. I've told you
all I could dredge up for you.

It's all I know.

Please understand. I'm very behind
in my work because of all this,

and I can't lose any more time.

May I ask if there are any other
questions you want me to answer, sir?

I have the impression that you've
forgotten that I'm investigating two murders...

and that both of the victims can
be linked up to your studio.

Just hold on a second, Inspector. I
don't happen to think that's true.

Why, I saw that girl
Lucia just once only.

It means nothing. Once
only. That's true.

That was just enough to
get the girl murdered.

Too many coincidences and too
many dead bodies, I'm afraid.

At any rate, I'm told you made an
offer of work to the young lady.

I said I'd run a test
on her, nothing more.

Well, I'd appreciate
it if you kept in touch.

Of course. If I'm not here, I'll
leave a message telling where I've gone.

That's very kind of you.

Thank you.
Good-bye. Good-bye, Inspector.

Ma'am.

Now, hold on. Hold
on, Gisella, will you?

I'm a little confused.

How could it happen,
a thing like this?

You're asking me, for
God's sake? Of course.

You were with her last night. You
didn't tell that to the police.

But you were the one who
brought her here, Carlo,

and I didn't tell
that to the police either.

But, by God, I know.

What do you know,
Gisella? What do you know?

Go on. Say it. Bastard!

I'm not going to put up
with you one minute longer.

You were the one this
time too, weren't you?

You're out of your freaking
mind. You don't know a damn thing.

You ought to be in a bug house.

Listen. I'm warning you.

Go carefully before you
get into even worse trouble.

Doris! Hop in. I'll give you a lift.

No, thanks. I'm almost there. Don't
bother about me, Maurizio.

Oh, if I offer you a lift, it
means it's no bother at all.

On the contrary. Come on in, Doris.
I really would like it if you would.

Really, there's no need. Oh, come on.

It's a bit silly. I mean, because
I'm almost at the studio.

You know that. Honey,
please get in. I gotta talk to you.

It's important. All
right. What about?

I'll tell you right
away, but not here, huh? Okay?

Not here? What do you mean? We're going
to a place where we can talk in comfort.

What's wrong with the car? Wait.
You'll see. You'll see.

This is a lucky day for
you. Just sit back and relax.

Hey, Maurizio, you're driving crazy.

You can't pass here.

Don't be afraid. Don't
be afraid, young lady.

You're with one of the
world's greatest drivers.

Look at this, huh? Huh?

Not bad, huh? I should
have been a race driver.

I love fast, powerful
cars. They excite me.

Don't they get to you too?

Not me. I'm scared to death.

Would you please let me
out now? Oh, no. No way at all.

Besides, I told you I
have to talk to you.

Then stop here and we'll
talk. No, no. Not here. Not here.

Where the hell do you
think you're taking me?

You'll see, little girl. You'll
see. It's a marvelous place.

And afterwards
- Oh, ho! Afterwards you'll be a very happy girl.

Will you please let me out?
Oh, it's impossible, my dear.

Besides, you can't flip this car
over. Let me show you how it holds the road.

Oh! Slow down!

Don't worry. Don't worry. Watch
out! There's a red light!

What are you talking about,
red? It's as green as your face.

Watch this. Watch this.

Oh-oh! Ol�!

Oh, please slow
down. I think I'm sick.

Nonsense. Fight it. Mind over matter.

Come on, Maurizio.
I've had it. Take it easy.

Will you stop now?
Stop it. Stop, please.

Hold on. We're almost there. Be
patient. I'm out of patience.

Come on now. Will you
let me out of this car?

One more minute. We're nearly there.

Maurizio, I'm not kidding
anymore. I've had it.

Take it easy. Let me out!

Sure. You can get out. You
can get out. We're here now.

Thank God.

Why did I have to get the
craziest boob in Milan?

You stay away from me from
now on. No, no, no, please.

Don't go anywhere. Doris,
stay here. No!

Quiet. Quiet. Quiet down,
Doris. Let go of me, damn you.

Everybody'll hear you. I don't give a good
goddamn if the whole world hears it.

I wanna get out of here. I understand. I'll
call you a taxi. Just quiet down. Don't yell.

I'll yell all I want
to. Just relax, honey.

There's a pretty thing I
wanted to show you. Ah, sure, sure.

I can imagine what a
pretty thing you have.

Here. Wait a minute.
I'll turn the light on. Jesus.

There we are. Isn't it
beautiful? Isn't it great?

Look at this place, huh? You like it?

I know this place. I've
seen it already.

Yeah. Take your hands off me.

What are you talking
about? You were here before?

A couple of times with your wife.

Now I really must go. No,
no, Doris, please don't.

How much do you want? I'll
give you whatever you want.

A hundred thou? I'll do a hundred thou
- Half a million? Whatever you want.

I'll give you all this
money, whatever I have.

But promise you'll make
love to me, huh? Huh? Please.

Boy, you're off base, Maurizio.

I don't know what kind of ideas you've
got in your head, but I'm no chippy.

And what about your wife?

If she should ever learn that I was
here playing games like this with you,

I wouldn't be working much.

I know Gisella. Come on, please.

Do you really think she
gives a damn about me or what I do?

I don't know really.

I just know that she'd never
forgive us for having a quick fling.

I wonder who that is.

Hello.

Hel
- Hello!

Oh, it must have been a wrong number.

Okay, enough is
enough. I'm going. I've had it.

No, you're not going
anywhere. Get back here. Sit down!

There. Don't move, understand?

Oh, you kicked me. Watch out.

You're gonna make me
lose my head, Doris.

You know what I might do?
I'll-I'll-I'll murder you!

Let go! You're a
madman! Let go of me!

Yeah, I'm a madman! I'm mad
about you! Okay. Okay.

I'll do whatever you want.

You will? Yeah. Sure.

You're so wonderful. Hey, come on.

Not like that. That hurts.

You're crushing me.
Just a minute. Ah, yeah.

Let's get undressed at least.

Yeah.

Get undressed.

What about you? Get undressed.

Who, me?

I'll get undressed. Look.

You're so pretty, Doris.

So pretty.

Come on. Just one second.

Look at you!

Hey, hurry it up, will you?

Yeah, I'll be right
there. Oh, you're a wonder.

There.

Doris. Oh, Doris. You're wonderful.

Doris.

Well?

No.

What happened?

Nothing.

What?

Just what I said.

Oh, don't take on so
- Don't cry.

Don't worry. It's not tragic.

It is tra
- tragic.

You can do it. You can do it.

No, I can't do it.

All right. We'll wait.

All right?

All right.

You're not the first person who's gone
through that. Don't make an opera of it.

Ah, I've never made it with a girl.

Never once!

My mother told me that I would, but I haven't
- not yet.

You will soon.

Soon.

And right now you can come help me do
up the back of my dress, all right?

Yeah. Find the button?

Yeah. Doris-

Thank you very much. Listen.

Huh?

You won't tell anyone? I'd
just be cutting my own throat.

In two minutes it'd get straight
back to your wife.

You're marvelous. Thank you, dear.

There you go. Yeah.

Here, Doris. Huh?

I want you to take this
anyhow. I promised it before.

No, it's a lot
better I don't take it.

Oh, you must. You made love
with me. You were nice to me.

No, please. I really mustn't.

You know, if your wife finds
out you've spent all this money,

she could ask what in the
world you spent it on.

No, I would never tell
her anything like that.

No, really.

Suppose
- Suppose we pretend I've done all of this out of a sense of duty.

For the excitement of sinning.

But above all of that,
to get back at my boss.

Do you want me to
drive you to town? Huh?

No. A cab will take me there slower.

And besides, we shouldn't be
seen together, you and me. Mmm. Yeah.

So long. So long.

You've really been very nice, Doris.

Bye. Bye-bye.

Oh, Mama, Mama. Why does
it always end this way?

You're the only one that
can make it happen.

The only one.

Is that your husband?

Mm-hmm.

I asked you-

What have you found out about
the vicious killer? Cover him.

Have you found him?

I assure you the police
have not been idle.

Would you look
carefully at this earring, please?

Is it familiar? Is it yours?

No.

I can wait.

Think it over.

Signora, aren't you feeling well?

I'm so sorry. It's
foolish. You must understand-

it's so horrible, everything
I've been going through.

Of course. I understand completely.

Please, may I go now?

Certainly. We'll drive you home now.

Think it over
carefully. First a photographer.

Then one of your models.

But most of all, the
proprietor of your studio.

The key to the whole mess
is at the Albatross Agency.

And, lady, you're the
one who can find it.

Hello? Albatross Studios?

Yes, this is the studio.
Who's speaking, may I ask?

Doesn't make a damn
bit of difference who I am.

Look, please, who's
speaking? Who is it, for God's sake?

I know quite a bit about
what you've been up to,

and if you don't want
me to start telling people,

you have to bring me 10
million lire the day after tomorrow.

Ten million lire? You must be crazy.

You heard me.

But how do you expect me to
make that? It's not much.

Any newspaper would
pay a hell of a lot more.

No, I'm afraid it can't be done.

I think it can. And I think
you�ll bring the money to Via Mossara...

at 10:00 Wednesday
night, beneath the overpass.

Via Mossara at
10:00 on Wednesday night.

That's fine. I'll be
there. I'll see you.

Carlo?

Who is it?

Who is it? Who's there?

- Police Station. Sergeant
Rossi speaking.

May I help you? Magda,
open the door, f or God's sake!

Carlo, is that you? Hold on a
minute. I'm terribly sorry. My mistake.

Will you open the damn
door, please? Here I am!

I'm coming.

Oh, Carlo.

Give me a hand with these, will you?

If your boyfriend's here, I'll leave peacefully.
You don't have to hide him.

Um-

No, just a minute. There's
something I wanted to show you first. Come on.

What is it now?

Listen, we were off to such a
good start there. Shut up, will you?

- Look, you shouldn't interrupt things like that.
- Come on.

It's bad f or my corpuscles.

Well, let's see what was so important
to stop all that, huh?

Look at this.

What's so important about that? Look.

The earring.

Here.

Hmm?

They're identical. Maybe,
but what's the big news?

What do you mean maybe?

Well, there could be a million of
that type of earring around town.

Well, you got a point, all right.

We should look f or the
answer around the studio.

Yeah. It's strange.

I don't know.

Know what, honey?

I don't know how it happened.

The murderer...

could be one of us.

Hmm. Why not?

One of us. Yep.

I could have done it.

Or you.

Now don't talk nonsense.

Or Gisella.

Yeah. There were four men.

Two have been gotten rid of.

That leaves me.

And I f eel too hot
to be a corpse, baby.

And the telephone call?

So what? What does that mean?

They made an
appointment on Via Mossara.

If they were talking about
money, it was just a business thing.

Ten million lire worth.

But... shouldn't we
call the police? Huh?

What? Are you crazy?

You call the police, you're
asking f or bad trouble.

We better keep our noses clean.

I got better things to do, and
I'm gonna do one right now.

Aw, come on, honey.

Did I ever tell you you look
terrible with clothes on?

Well, at least you're predictable.

No! No!

Oh.

You. Carlo.

Bastard. You-

Forget it. He's gone. No
way we can find him now.

Yeah, I guess you're right. But I'm not
looking forward to telling the inspector.

Ah, we'll have to call in to
headquarters. Bastard's probably home by now.

Get them send out some more
men and a couple searchlights.

Any luck there?

No, sir. He gave us
the slip. Too dark.

This is agent 71.

Agent 71. Come in,
please. What is it, 71?

Get an ambulance over to Via Brasile on
the double. I got a hit-and-run here.

Scissors.

Dressing.

We can exclude fracture, I'd say.

Mm-hmm.

However, there might
be complications.

Lucky he has such a hard head.

Very lucky.

And I hope there's no concussion.

You never know with
blows of this nature.

Better take him to his
room now and let him rest.

And, nurse, no visitors till morning.

You finished? Uh-huh.

Okay, we can go. Got
another date with Gino tonight?

Are you kidding? I volunteered f or
overtime tonight, like an idiot.

Hello? Hello, honey.

Carlo, where are
you? What's happened?

Nothing. What's new?

I�ve just seen the
inspector. He was looking for you.

He came there to the
house? What did he want?

He said Gisella was murdered tonight.

Yeah, I know.

Carlo, where are
you? Are you all right?

Now listen to me. I'm absolutely
perfect. Don't worry.

But I
- There's something to do right away.

Go look in that trash can in
the alley behind the agency.

Look inside. You'll
find a reel there.

Boy, I sure hope you can find it.

Infrared. It's been exposed.
You know the kind? Yes, of course.

You've got to go and get it and
develop the film immediately.

Why? I don't understand.

Just move it.

Go on, honey. Please. I'll call
you in the studio in an hour. Good-bye.

Oh, damn.

Huh.

Hello. Carlo? How are you?

Magda, this isn't a social call. Don't
worry about me. Did you get it?

Yes, I went and got it. The
film was where you said.

Yes. Yes, I developed it already.

No, no, it's very
clear. The negative is perfect.

Of course I know how
to do it, darling.

Yes, I did. I did.

Have you made prints?

Yes, but they haven't dried
yet. A few more minutes.

Yes, of course.

Sure, I looked at the
negatives. You can see-

Magda. Magda! Magda, what's going on?

What the hell's happening
there? Where are you?

Carlo, Carlo, the
lights just went out.

What should I do? Carlo, I'm afraid.

Ah, it's only a jump in the current.

Just to be safe, you'd better
go to the locker in the corner.

There's a revolver beneath
all the papers. You better get it.

All right, but hang on.

Okay, but hurry, honey.

Hello? Magda? Hello? Are you there?

I found it.

What am I supposed to do now?

Go to the main light switch near
the door and turn it back on.

That's all you have to do. Now go on.

All right. Only please stay right
there. Will you, please?

Go on! Get with it. You're
wasting too much time, honey.

Okay, okay.

Magda! What is it?

Hello?

Hello? Magda!

What happened?

Damn it!

Drastic new austerity measures
were announced by the government today...

which will affect all
sectors of the economy.

Increases in the price of
gasoline, meat, grains and vegetables...

will go into effect at midnight.

A government spokesman confirmed
the likelihood...

of a new special tax on incomes
over eight million lire.

Here's a flash
bulletin from our Milan desk.

The murderer who has been
terrorizing the metropolis for the last 10 days...

seems to have struck again.

This evening, a woman was brutally
murdered in Via Mossara...

beneath the overpass on
the outskirts of the city.

The name of the victim is Gisella Montani
- Oh, no!

Thirty-seven years old, director
of the Albatross Photographic Studio,

the place that seems to be in the middle
of this terrible series of crimes.

She was the wife of Maurizio Montani,

a man murdered less
than 24 hours ago.

For those of our listeners who
may not be familiar with the case,

we remind you that this is a
chain of five brutal murders...

which the authorities are sure were
committed by the same person.

The first to fall victim to this mad
killer was Dr. Giulio Castelli,

a noted Milanese gynecologist.

The second victim was Mario Ferreri,

a photographer for
the Albatross studio.

The third was an aspiring young fashion
model named Lucia Cerrazini,

who is believed to have worked
at the Albatross agency.

As we said earlier, the succession of events
has terrorized the city of Milan.

The district attorney, on an interview
made less than an hour ago,

has said that the police are
stepping up the pace of their investigations...

and it seems that positive
results can be expected soon.

And now for a look at the weather.

Oh, Stefano. I didn't
hear the door open.

Did you hear about
Gisella? She's been murdered too.

I'm terrified, Stefano. Aren't you?

Don't worry about it.

Oh, my God. How is
it you're not afraid?

I'm living a nightmare.

I'm so afraid, and you're never here.

I didn't tell you before.

The other day after work
I ran into Signor Montani.

It was on the same
day that he was killed.

He was waiting for me in his car.

God knows why he picked
on me, poor bastard.

He wanted to take me to that little house they had
- the one outside the city.

Of course I wasn't interested.

Maybe you don't know, but
he tried to put the make...

on every girl who came in the agency.

I almost felt sorry for him.

Magda!

Son of a bitch.

Stefano.

Hey, but...

this evening-

Weren't you
supposed to see her tonight?

I can't stand any more
beatings. Honestly, I can't.

Why do you treat me this way?

What have I done to you? Ah!

What have I done to deserve this?

Oh, God, I'm afraid I can't take it.

Shut up and stop bugging me all
the time! You talk too much!

Stefano, I only talk
to you. Not anyone else!

You know, I'm your
girl, don't forget.

You know I always did every
single thing you'd ask.

Certain things I never thought anybody could
ask me ever. If it pleased you, I didn't mind.

Stefano, why
- why are you like this? Ah, shut up.

Please tell me what's going
on. Why won't you tell me anything?

Please, darling.

I love you.

Please take me away from
here. I can't live like this.

Someone opened that door.

Stefano, do you remember-

Did you close the door when
you came in tonight?

Oh, darling, I'm afraid.

No!

Stefano!

Stefano? Stefano?

Answer me!

Stefano!

Oh, no.

Oh, my God.

Magda. Magda!

Magda, wake up.

Come on, honey. Wake up.

It's me
- Carlo. Come on. Wake up!

Carlo.

Oh, God.

We gotta get out here quick. Come on.

Come on.

Quiet, honey.

Shut up. Where are we going?

Just a few more steps now.

We're almost there now.

I don't feel so great.

Yeah, I know. Hang on to me.

Hold on now.

Let's sit down. Yeah, okay.

Sit here.

There you are.

You feel better now? Yeah.

Now don't move. Hold it now.

There. What are you doing?

Nothing. It�s just
water. That's not nice.

It�s just water. Now wake up.

My head hurts.
Yeah, I know, honey. Here.

Gee, you smell like a still.

Somebody must have slipped you half
a bottle of whiskey. But my head hurts!

I know. Now try to wake up, baby.

Come on. Be a good girl. Yeah.

You can do it. Come on.

I f eel much, much better.

Oh, good. I'm proud of you.

Hey, quit punching me out,
will you? Okay, okay. Now come on.

Come on. You can stand up
now. We've gotta get out of here.

Hold on a second. Somebody
stole my legs.

Magda, please try to understand. We
can't waste the whole night here.

Why not, honey?

Because we haven't got a
second to lose, that's why.

Oh, Carlo, sweetheart, did I
ever tell you that I love you?

Oh, give me strength.

Please, do you think this is really
the time to start talking shit like that?

We've got more important
things to do.

Oh, yeah. You know the man
in the picture was Stefano?

Yeah, I know. I saw it. But the fact
is, Stefano's been killed too.

Stefano? Dead and
done for. And Doris too.

Doris? Yeah, Doris. Doris.

Stefano was trying to
blackmail Gisella.

He might have seen her with
Lucia. I don't know.

But when Gisella was killed, Stefano was
two or three yards in front of her.

But the murderer hit her from
the back, you understand?

Here, look. Look.

Look here. You see? You get
it? All you can see is Stefano.

My head's not working so good. When I saw
the murderer, he was wearing a motorcycle getup,

The same one I saw coming
out of Doris's house.

Then he means to kill all of us.
Yeah. Seems so, doesn't it?

It's got to be the one who
attacked you at the studio...

then took you to Doris's to
throw the suspicion on you.

Oh, I don't know anything. All I remember
is the sound of water coming out of a tap.

Of course, the tap! Yeah,
it's gotta be that.

You know, we should
call the police now.

No. Get that idea out
of your head, baby.

Come on. I've got to make
sure of one thing first.

Where's your car? At the studio.

Okay. Let's go get it.

Okay, I think this is it.

Would you mind
telling me who or what-

Later, later. Don't
worry about a thing.

Shall I come with you? No, wait
right here. And don't move.

Carlo! Carlo, help!

No! Carlo, please, help me!

Magda!

Carlo! Help!

Magda! Magda!

- Are you all right? Are you hurt?
- I'll be okay.

Get in the car. Hurry.

Oh, no.

Patrizia.

Evelyn.

Evelyn!

You
- May God curse you.

You were responsible f or her death.

You should have-

should have been the
last person to pay.

Evelyn. You remember Evelyn,
don't you? Mm-hmm.

Evelyn and Patrizia were sisters. Oh.

And that's not all.

There was something much more
between them than just old sisterly love.

Mmm. Something much stronger.

Then Evelyn got herself knocked
up and got an abortion.

But she died of cardiac collapse.

And that drove Patrizia crazy,
huh? You'd better believe it.

Not so much because of Evelyn's death,
but because she betrayed her.

So Patrizia decided to take
it out on everyone at the studio,

as if we were responsible.

Who got her pregnant? Do you know?

No. I just helped her find a doctor.

Scared you, didn't I? Carlo!

Don't do that anymore, okay?

I apologize.

I'll show you just how sorry I am.

What are you waiting
for? Are you being careful?

Don't worry. I'm on the pill, honey.

Oh. How nice.

It's better not to
run any risks though.

That's my girl.

Hey, what do you think you're
- Just a minute. You'll see.

No! No!

There. No!

There. No!

I
- I was just joking.

Oh.