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THE WITCH

Sergio, hurry up. You need to take me to the office.

- Marta? - Yes, dear?

- She's there again. - Who?

The old lady.

Who is she?

| don't know, but I've been running into her for a while.

I'm sure it's a coincidence.

No, no, she's following me.

Why should she be following you?

- How should I know? - Come on, Sergio, get dressed, it's late.

- Do you mind making the bed? - Who, me?

Yes, the maid's not coming in today.

Ah, so that's your way of helping me!

Come on, get up, I'll do it myself.

What is it? Has the old lady put you in a bad mood?

Yeah.

Ah, she's having a change of scenery.

There she is.

Why don't you go and ask her what she wants?

What for?

- Bye. - Bye.

Sergio, why don't we get married?

- I'll think about it. - I've put it out there.

You think about it. Bye.

Who are you living with at the moment?

With Dorothy?

No, I'm alone.

Would you put me up for a few weeks? You know how I hate hotels.

What about Marta?

She kicked me out.

- You're joking. - No, I swear, it's over.

She got tired of me and threw me out.

I've got my bags in the car.

Sorry, I'll be right back.

- Do you know that lady? - No.

What did she want?

She was looking for a news stand.

Excuse me, do you know that woman who just left?

- The one in the white coat? - Yes.

Strange, isn't she?

If you ask me, she's a pain in the butt.

Why, what did she do?

She messed up the news stand looking for an ad and bought nothing.

- What ad? - Who knows.

Something in the job offers on the back page.

Lorna, can I leave you for an hour?

Even two if you want.

No, one's enough.

There's something I need to find out.

Bye!

I'll see you at yours. Get lunch ready.

Sure.

Hey! Anybody here?

Go to your left and up one more flight.

Am I wrong or have I seen you somewhere before?

Come on up, Mr. Logan.

You know my name?

Well, here we are, face to face.

Disappointed?

- That depends. - Come in.

My name's Consuelo Llorente.

| keep the sunlight out as it bothers me.

Please sit down.

No, no, I'm happy standing.

- Will you have a drink? - No, thank you.

This house is nice and quiet.

You live alone?

- I'm a widow. - You haven't found any consolation yet?

Why do you use that tone?

And why do you keep following me?

| remember the first time I saw you was in a restaurant near the Pantheon.

Since then not a day goes by without you appearing.

It could be a coincidence.

And this advertisement is a coincidence as well?

"Wanted for cataloging manuscripts in a private library,

"a young graduate of Salamanca university,

"knowledge of Spanish, English and Arabic.

"A bachelor born in Rome to English parents."

How many people have answered?

So far you're the only one.

| assure you that nobody else will. Because this advertisement describes me.

It's true, I did follow you.

My first impression was that you were the right man, but...

| needed more information.

To know you better.

Do you think I'm... your type?

Your profile is of no importance, and I don't need to like you.

- You're here to work. - Doing what?

It's written in the advertisement.

Nothing else?

If you don't intend to accept, why did you come?

Out of curiosity, which I guess is justified

since I'm the object of so much attention.

You'll be paid very well.

- How much? - 300,000 lire a month.

That's quite a low offer.

I'll raise it a bit,

and give you the best room in the building.

I'd have to live here?

Of course, it's better for work.

Well, let's say...

400,000 a month.

Plus room and board of course.

For this kind of job twice as much wouldn't be enough.

- Or even three times as much. - What do you think the work is?

There aren't any manuscripts here,

or even a library to put in order.

The only thing which needs putting in order is you.

And that isn't my kind of work.

You're very vain.

Much more vain than I'd imagined.

If a woman takes an interest in you, it's only because she wants...

to devour you?

You followed me, you should know.

So far I've seen you devoured by young animals.

And I don't intend to change.

Ah!

I'm going to have to disappoint you.

| don't want a lover, but someone to take care of those manuscripts,

because the library exists. Come, I'll show it to you.

If you're really looking for a librarian, you won't have to wait long.

Sooner or later someone will show up with the right qualifications.

| won't insist, but come and look at the library

so that when you leave you can think what you like of me,

but not that I'm a liar.

Your new little friend won't run away.

Just give me five more minutes.

| made my husband install the elevator towards the end of his life. He was getting old.

He was an extraordinary man and his manuscripts

are the most precious things | have left of him.

They're the memoirs of our life, mine and his.

See?

You see the state it's in?

It urgently needs putting in order.

Why have you only decided now?

You think you're the first? It's a torment.

Nobody's fit to do this work, especially the one I have now.

- You've already got a librarian? - A wretched good-for-nothing.

A witless fool who's only succeeded in making me loathe him.

- Why don't you fire him? - Eh...

It's not easy sending him away. It's not easy.

| hoped that you would help me get rid of him.

That's asking quite a lot.

If you were here, he wouldn't behave like he was master of the house.

What are his other duties?

Apart from not taking care of the library.

The most important job would be transcribing

and completing my husband's rough drafts in the memoirs.

| wouldn't be able to do that.

You're the right man for it, which is why I picked you.

Do you think you'll have to work on boring romantic memoirs?

- Read a page. - Hmm?

Just read at random.

You've misunderstood a lot of things since you came in.

Read it, and you'll see.

You read it, if it's so important to you.

"Here we were in Pamplona during the fiesta.

"When the bulls run free in the streets

"and the youngsters go right up to them."

Have you heard of it?

Very exciting.

So... "I closed the patio door

"and saw Consuelo in the arms of Luis.

"He was still excited by his victory in the arena

"and she was in a daze of joy.

"Each time her lips parted from those of Luis,

"they whispered tender words, soft and indistinct.

"As I walked in, she turned and her eyes looked straight into mine,

"joining together in an embrace."

See how colorful the style is?

"She smiled and blew me a kiss

"and I knew she was telling me that even in the arms of another she was mine

"and mine only.

"Infidelity had become a way of feeling even closer together.

"At that moment, Abel appeared behind me."

And what did Abel do?

Read it and find out.

Am I right in thinking that it's all about forbidden acts?

My husband and I weren't afraid of anything forbidden.

Perhaps you're not interested and you prefer more prosaic tales?

Everyday stories.

| don't think so, but that's your business.

| just wanted you to know that these pages contain the greatest expression of love

that a man could dedicate to his woman.

Are all the memoirs about you?

They begin with our encounter in Mexico. | was sixteen.

The world was mine.

My youth has now faded, but I don't regret it.

I've faced the sunset with serenity.

Seeing as we're sharing these things,

| confess that I'm a devotee of eroticism,

but not in a literary sense.

| need to go.

Signora!

What's the matter?

Dr. Roman, please.

It's Sergio Logan.

Marco? A woman here is sick. Can you come over right away?

| don't know. She might have poisoned herself.

| don't know, I just saw that she drank something and collapsed.

To hell with the police. Come over now.

It's an old building on Largo Del Moro.

Yes, I'll be waiting. Be quick.

Signora Llorente, what did you drink?

Go away. I'm better. Go away.

I'm better. Can't you see?

- I'll call somebody. - Don't call anybody!

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Good evening.

You want to know who I am?

My name's Aura, I'm her daughter.

- Signora Llorente's? - Mm-hmm.

Your mother felt unwell.

A moment ago.

- It's nothing serious. - She drank something and fainted.

It often happens.

I've already called a doctor. A friend of mine.

This is the cup she drank from.

For some time I've suspected that my mother takes drugs.

It's just a feeling, but I understand her.

It must be difficult growing old when you used to be very beautiful.

Will you help me bring her to her bedroom?

Her room's there.

The night...

The night together...

The sweetest night...

She'll be better soon.

She's the dearest, sweetest person in the world.

Her skin is still fresh.

You'd have fallen madly in love with my mother.

| prefer to run the risk with her daughter.

Risk is easy to talk about. Can you truly love?

Put me to the test.

Come, we'll let her rest.

What will you do now? Leave?

I'm actually looking for an excuse to stay.

Perhaps I can wait for my friend the doctor to arrive.

In the meantime...

| can show you the rest of the house if you're interested.

Is there anything else interesting apart from you?

How about the chapel?

Great people have celebrated mass here, even a cardinal who later became Pope.

Who was your father?

He was the Mexican ambassador in Rome many years ago.

He always lived here with my mother.

It's a pity to let it go to rack and ruin like this.

It costs a lot to have it restored.

- We're not rich. - Perhaps you waste too much money.

Librarians, following people...

When my mother needs money, she sells antiques.

She's spent a fortune going to clinics all over Europe,

especially in Switzerland.

The Swiss are specialists.

At squeezing money out of you?

No, at disguising old age.

My mother won't surrender to time.

Your mother told me exactly the opposite.

She's a liar! Like all people who are ageless.

Have you ever thought how interesting it must be to be a confessor?

To search through the souls of all those people.

Who knows what this grate has heard.

You've the same pretty way of leaning your head on your shoulder.

- Who? - Your mother and you.

Your gestures are more similar than your looks.

We've absolutely nothing in common. Nothing!

What else would you like to see now?

Your room.

Later, perhaps.

Did you really believe my mother wanted to seduce you earlier?

How do you know that?

You were spying on us.

Do you like forbidden things?

Very much. I'm full of curiosity.

Come, I'll show you the garden.

- Did you enjoy my scene with your mother? - I did.

Especially when your face was filled with terror.

- You know why I'm here? - Because of the ad which you turned down.

- Are you sorry to hear that? - Yes.

Can you give me a better reason to stay than your mother did?

- Perhaps. - And that would be?

- Good food. - I'm on a diet.

- Tranquility and silence. - I'm claustrophobic.

A lovely south-facing room.

My constellation's the north star.

But the room's near mine.

You keep your door locked?

No. My door doesn't even have a lock.

That's the first persuasive argument.

There are others.

| only need one thing -

that you have a temperament like your mother's when she was young.

| see my mother's made a big impression on you.

She brought these plants from Mexico.

She makes a kind of tea from them. She was drinking it earlier.

She won't sell this old house because of the greenhouse.

She's afraid the plants won't grow anywhere else.

Since I'm here, I'll bring her a few.

- Do you mind? - No. On the contrary.

Damn little beasts!

They got in again. Get rid of them, please.

Get them out of here! Quick, do something!

You just need a stone.

They invade the garden, the greenhouse. They come from all over the neighborhood.

Why are you so afraid of cats?

My mother and I don't know how to get rid of them.

| look after plants, too. | grow herbs for cooking.

- Why don't you invite me to lunch? - You'd stay?

Of course.

Over there are some yellow berries.

Will you go and pick me a handful?

Yellow berries... Yellow berries...

Aural

Aural

Signora?

You're up?

- Why didn't you stay in bed? - I know the doctor's coming.

Yes, I called him. But what are you doing here?

| came to turn on the electricity for the bell.

| wouldn't have heard if anyone rang.

Aura gave them to me. She came by just now.

But tell me, why are you so agitated?

Because I saw something quite disturbing.

What?

There's a dead cat in the greenhouse. Somebody tortured it before killing it.

This neighborhood is full of hooligans.

Sometimes they climb over the wall to steal or chase those poor animals.

Please give me your arm.

What do you think of my daughter?

She's quite different from other girls.

But why did you say you lived alone?

Because I'm jealous of Aura,

and I'm afraid that some man or other will take her away from me.

You see, Aura grew up alone, without ambition or vanity.

She has no concept of the value of her youth.

Her behavior is infantile and disconcerting.

Instead of expecting men to admire her, she admires them, quite openly,

and always seems to be in love, Lord knows with whom.

Perhaps in an abstract way.

That's why a chance encounter with some man or other

could be dangerous.

| would like her to meet a man.

An important man.

Come and rearrange the cushions behind my back.

I'll wait for your doctor here.

What's he like? Is he charming, at least?

Very discreet. If you have something to hide, he won't examine you.

You believed what Aura told you?

No, don't worry, I don't take drugs.

My daughter thinks I'm afraid of dying.

In her imagination she sees me seeking oblivion in an artificial paradise.

You don't believe me? Fine, you can think that I take drugs.

And why not if it gives me pleasure?

So you got yourself invited to lunch?

You know that as well?

There are no secrets between my daughter and me.

Go and find her in the library.

Really? | should go to the library?

Yes, she's there waiting for you.

Aura?

Aura?

Aura?

Aura?

Lorna?

Sergio.

No, I haven't disappeared.

Of course. | can't wait to be back at yours.

And you?

Well, keep everything warm, including you.

I'll come as soon as I've finished.

No, it's something very funny.

Bye.

That embalmed gentleman is the author of the memoirs.

The lady's husband. Your father, in fact.

Excellent work. Where was it done?

In Mexico.

- Very strange. - Do you think my mother's strange

simply because she kept the body of the man she loved the most?

| think a lot of women would do the same thing if they could.

| would.

Does your mother come here often?

Yes. She stays here looking at him for hours.

So you grew up here alone with your mother

and instead of "Cinderella", you read those diaries.

Did your mother let you?

Should she have forbidden me?

Yes, yes, you're right.

Are you staying for lunch?

If you do... I'll prepare a special menu, something erotic.

| mean it.

This is a recipe book.

Let's see...

Cutlets a la Maintenon?

No.

Ah, here it is. How about pheasant a la Leszczyniska?

Pheasant with paprika and cloves.

- Cloves, too? - Yes.

It sounds like an exceptional dish.

But who was this Leszczynska?

A Polish princess who married Louis XV of France.

An erotic woman?

I'd say. When she got married, she was twenty-two and he was thirteen.

Thirteen? Then I'll choose this recipe.

Pheasant a la Leszczynska.

But I'm not thirteen.

Imagine the effect a dish like that must have had

on that poor innocent child.

In any case, for your information, | don't need it.

One never knows.

Ah, yes, we'll make this drink.

Pousse 'amour.

Why are you doing that? To excite me?

Yes.

You want to make love with me?

And without pousse 'amour, I assure you.

How about some music?

Music wouldn't be a bad idea.

Yes, I'll make love with you.

But...

you mustn't embrace me.

You mustn't touch me.

No touching? How will we do it, then?

Please, listen to me. Do what I tell you.

No.

Now embrace me.

Yes, hold me. Hold me tight.

I've waited for you for so long.

So long.

- Who's that? Your mother? - No.

Aura.

You're back.

I'm so happy.

How long is it since I saw you?

What day is it today?

Saturday.

All this time without seeing you, here alone.

- With your mother. - Yes.

- Alone, you understand? - Yes, of course.

But here, you two...

What happened?

Don't you see? He assaulted me. That's what happened.

And you... resisted?

- Naturally. - You hit him, scratched him, bit him?

- Yes. - You did?

Do you confirm this version of the facts?

Absolutely.

- You confirm it? - In writing if necessary.

Then... there should be signs of bites and scratches.

But there's nothing.

Look at him, a good-looking man.

You like other men's women, eh?

- Who is he? - I've never seen him before.

Who is he?

I'm here for her mother, not her.

She put an advertisement in the paper looking for a new librarian.

Yes, to put this library in order.

This library?

Am I wrong or am I addressing the excellent librarian that they want to fire?

No.

| haven't been fired by anyone.

And no one's going to fire me.

- Who asked him to come here? - It wasn't me.

It's got nothing to do with her.

You shut up!

| don't understand why you asked him to come here.

I'm no good? You want to replace me?

What are you talking about? You're the only one that I want.

But you asked him to come here.

There he is. Look at him!

After all I've done for you.

- For Consuelo. - Be quiet.

Do you know what I've done for them? You don't know.

I've counted the spiders on the walls, the threads in the carpets.

For a very long time.

It's a shame you didn't tidy up as well.

But I didn't accept the job.

He didn't turn it down either. | don't want him.

- What does your mother think? - She doesn't want him anymore.

She asked him to come here. He seemed like the right person.

But when she met him she changed her mind.

But you were here together, on the bed.

| humbly beg your pardon.

I'm aggressive and can't resist a beautiful woman.

Now, wait a minute.

- So you don't want him? - No.

My mother saw him on the street and spoke to me about him.

| was so happy that he came here, but he's worth nothing.

Nothing compared to you.

My mother's already told him to go.

And now I'm telling him.

Did you hear?

You're the one who's fired.

We won't quarrel anymore?

- No, my love, never. - Promise?

But don't go away.

Don't leave me alone for such a long time.

| feel like I'm going crazy when I'm alone.

You leave so suddenly, without saying a word.

| get up in the morning, and you're gone. Why?

We've always been so happy together. Right, my love?

So how does this play end?

Good ending.

Now he has signs on his face.

Just a moment, I'd like to speak to you...

- What's your name? - Logan.

Listen, Mr. Logan, | want to know if it was the old lady

who told you to go away, or if it was you who didn't accept the job.

What's the difference?

It makes a big difference to me. Tell me.

It was the Signora. Yes, she changed her mind.

- You said that to please me? - Oh, stop...

Yes, I know you think I'm crazy,

but it's wrong not to tell me the truth.

Believe me.

Listen.

Thanks. What exactly did the old lady say about me?

Nothing good, to tell the truth.

- Very bad things. - She hates me.

But she doesn't how much I hate her.

She's unpleasant when you first meet her, isn't she?

So why don't you take the girl away and leave the old lady to her manuscripts?

It's not that simple.

| wonder how someone with a wonderful girl like Aura on his hands

can seem so dissatisfied.

Oh, so you wonder? Why?

I've got an idea about the old lady, and I hope it's not true for your sake.

No, go on, continue. Go on, amuse yourself. Go on.

- Well? - Well, I think Aura's a marvelous girl,

but if that were the price of having her...

| wouldn't pay it.

| don't understand what you're talking about.

You've been told to go. There's the door, beat it.

Ten minutes ago I envied you, but now...

- Leave! - I'm going.

Your friend the doctor has just left.

| explained that it was a misunderstanding.

Marco! Wait!

Too many misunderstandings today, Signora. The best thing to do is to call it quits.

- Goodbye. - Aren't you going to say goodbye to Aura?

We're sorry to see you leave. We hoped we'd found a friend in you.

| lied to you earlier about that poor kitten you found dead in the greenhouse.

It was Fabrizio. An act like that can give you an idea of the kind of man he is.

You can imagine our lives, Mr. Logan.

Two women living alone with a man like that.

There's nothing to stop you asking a policeman to throw him out.

He'd come back. He'd come back for revenge and I'm afraid.

I don't think Fabrizio's as unpopular as you say.

And your advertisement didn't say you were looking for a bodyguard.

Mr. Logan, would you do me one more favor?

Would you finish Aura's eyebrows for her? Her hand's trembling today.

You don't understand. You're not what I thought you were.

It's best that you leave.

That lady, whatever her name is, told me you'd already left.

Did she?

She stopped me in the hall with a smile

and gave me 50,000 lire in an envelope. Not bad!

- You'll buy me dinner? - I didn't take it.

She didn't want to be examined. She said she feels fine.

But when I called you, she looked half-dead.

Who is she?

| don't know, I just met her.

- What do you think? Is she crazy? - I don't think so.

In these cases, | rarely make a mistake.

| think she takes drugs.

- Her daughter thinks so, too. - She doesn't try to stop her?

She seems to indulge her.

Why don't you do something? The old lady might kick the bucket.

That's her business.

Is the daughter pretty?

She was my ideal girl.

- Which is? - A liar and corrupt.

- And you've had sex with her? - No.

How come? A man with your reputation?

Are you on the decline, by any chance?

Come on, I'll buy you lunch as a consolation.

No, another time.

I'll call you.

ANTIQUES

- Good morning. - Good morning.

I'm looking for a pair of angels.

Signora Llorente gave me your address. Can I have a look?

Please do.

- Signora Llorente sent you? - Isn't she your client?

Yes, she is indeed.

Or maybe you're her client? She said you cleaned out her house.

Did she? And what else did she say to you?

That you're trying to take advantage of her.

That's what she said? In other words that I'm a usurer?

No, no, she didn't say that.

- But she thinks it. - Yes.

| know! | know she thinks that!

Maybe she's not all wrong.

Selling all your possessions and not having enough to...

Enough to do what?

To live, I suppose.

I've been buying Signora Consuelo's stuff for years,

and you know where all the money goes?

Millions, I tell you, millions!

- To her lovers? - All spent on renovating her face.

What's wrong with that? All women try to put off aging as long as they can.

What do you mean? She's already old.

She's much older than I am!

No, I don't think so.

You don't think so?

Because her face is still smooth, but it's all fake.

Oh, yes. Reconstructed.

So how old could she be?

Well, she's at least twenty years older than I am.

- No. That's impossible. - That's what you think.

| already had the shop when she moved in. She was old then.

But she has a very young daughter.

What daughter?

- Aura. - To my knowledge, she has no children.

- But there's a girl who lives with her. - I've never seen her.

Did you come here to buy something or to conduct an investigation?

Lord, I am not worthy.

Lord, I am not worthy.

God, give me strength.

Give me strength, so that...

God, give me strength.

Deliver us from evil.

Amen.

What are you doing?

You... must hear my confession.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

You must hear my confession and give me absolution.

From what sin?

I'm in a living hell.

And I love it.

- I love the devil. - Oh, the old lady.

- It's not what you think. - I can imagine.

You can't imagine anything.

Explain yourself better.

You know...

At night, it's almost as if someone's close to me.

A sinister doll...

that wants to touch me.

It disgusts me.

| know it's nothing real, just a horrible dream.

- Are you listening? - Yes. And then?

| love that doll.

Give me absolution.

| don't think anyone can absolve you if you don't reveal everything.

I'm ashamed.

Then there's nothing I can do.

You need to absolve me. Come here!

- You must give me absolution! You must! - How can 1?

I'm not a priest, Mr. Fabrizio!

| know who you are.

| know you.

- You're Mr. Logan. - See? You can think.

Why did you come back?

No, don't tell me. | knew you'd come back.

What's the matter, my friend? What's this all about?

Listen...

you and I must become friends.

We mustn't play their game,

because those two are trying to play us off against each other, understand?

- I believe you're an honest person. - I've never been in prison.

Would you do everything you could to prevent a crime?

What crime?

A crime... You wouldn't want to be an accomplice to a crime, would you?

No, I wouldn't.

Then leave this place once and for all.

Look, let me give you some friendly advice.

You know what you should do?

You leave here.

Get away from this place.

Walk, sit in a cafe, spend time with people.

Forget Aura.

There are plenty of girls in the world.

You don't believe me.

Oh, yes, I believe you, but I think this whole business...

It's upset your nerves a bit.

She's not the kind of girl to take too seriously.

Now I understand. You...

You want to confuse me.

You want me to think that Aura's with you, right?

No, I never said that. Not at all.

You're smart, but be careful.

That's what happened to me the first time. At first, it was fun,

and then I couldn't do without her.

Only now...

standing up to her is a problem.

That's why she goes looking for other men like you.

Listen...

Let's make a pact, the two of us.

But you must promise to keep it.

Tell me what it involves.

If I convince Aura...

Huh?

Just once with you...

Will you leave forever?

You're serious?

You mean Aura does whatever you say?

Fabrizio, your bath is ready.

Aura, you see he came back again?

- What for? - I don't know, ask him.

Why did you come back?

| got the impression that our conversation had been interrupted.

Come on, give him a proper welcome. Go on, kiss him.

Why should I give him a kiss?

Well, you slapped him before and he's still here.

Be nice to him.

Thank you.

This is my little nook.

When I first came here, | had nothing.

I'd even been in jail.

When I came out, I was penniless.

The old lady gave me everything.

Remember when I first came here, Aura?

Aura? Do you remember?

Won't you offer us something to drink?

You two look great together.

Listen, why don't you offer him the glass...

not the way you just offered it to me, but as if you were... I don't know...

He means as if you were offering yourself.

Yes, exactly.

- I've already put the salts in the bath. - Good.

And I've laid out the fencing clothes.

- Do you sleep in them? - Huh?

Oh, no, it's for exercise,

because you've got to keep in shape here.

Otherwise you'll end up mummified like that one upstairs.

| think the time has come for you to leave us alone.

I'd like to take a bath.

Excuse me.

This time I want to use my hands.

No, I'm afraid of him.

Come on, he's like a baby.

He's not crazy.

He's pretending.

He's smart.

There's one thing I don't understand about you two.

You live together in this house.

Why did he say he hadn't seen you for ages?

No, no! Watch out. He's spying on us.

No, he's just playing with the boats in the water.

He brought you here on purpose.

To find out if...

if I'm tired of him.

| beg you.

With him around I'll never be able to.

Never.

I've done everything I could. | really tried very hard to convince her,

but she refused.

Don't take it to heart. So long.

Goodbye.

Goodbye!

Come on...

Come on...

Go on!

Go on!

That's it, that's it, that's it...

No, no, not here. Here!

Here!

Keep your leg straight.

En garde.

There, there, there...

That's it, that's it, that's it...

Touché!

Are you watching us?

I'm watching.

En garde.

There!

Touché!

There!

- You bastard! - No! Don't be a hero, Mr. Logan.

It's quite out of place.

Look at him, look at him.

He follows us like a beggar, this Mr. Logan.

Well, then, shall we give him the big prize?

Don't ask me to do something which gives me no pleasure.

What shall we do with him?

Whatever you want.

- Can I go and get changed? - Yes, my dear, go.

Well, Mr. Logan, do you see? Is everything clear to you now?

Yes, yes, clear as day.

You're a dangerous maniac.

You've turned that girl into a slave, forced her to live in constant terror.

Interesting what goes on in old buildings.

Ah, now you talk about morals just like all the other losers.

No, it's really quite simple - Aura's happy with me.

No, no! On the contrary.

Aura hates you because she's frightened of you.

- You even frightened me a minute ago. - Me?

| didn't mean to hurt you, just frighten you.

| couldn't even hurt a fly.

| don't believe a word you say. Anyway, I've changed my mind.

- I'm going to take the job. - The job's mine!

You heard what Aura said earlier.

I'll speak to Signora Llorente.

What is it?

Are you looking for me, Mr. Logan?

Good morning, Signora. How are you?

Aura is very satisfied with me. | hope you are, too.

- What do you want? - I've considered your offer.

No, it's too late.

Tell him it's too late.

- Too late for what? - For the job, my job.

Tell him to go away. He's not needed.

Tell him that the two of us... the three of us are happy like this.

Why don't you say anything?

What are you thinking of doing?

- Aura said... - Quiet! I'm the one who decides.

- Is the pay satisfactory? - Yes.

And you're willing to come and live here?

| know all the terms.

Good. Agreed.

But first you must get rid of this person!

Go and wait downstairs.

I'll pack your bags and bring them down.

Listen to what I have to tell you.

They'll trap you, too! They'll trap you!

Aural

- Stop him! - Aural

Stop!

- Aural - Aural

Save her!

Aural

Aural

See... you've stripped me... of everything...

My love.

We need to get rid of the body right away.

Get rid of it?

- Is she serious? - Yes, Sergio.

But...

Why hide it?

It was an accident. | had to defend you.

Why not tell anyone?

We don't want outsiders meddling in our lives.

| have to clear my name. I'm not a murderer.

I'm not testifying for you in that way.

| repeat, we don't want strangers in here.

Imagine my husband's memoirs in the hands of the press.

And everyone talking about Aura's relationship with that wretch.

No!

Don't count on me.

And you?

No, Sergio.

But I did it for you.

Then why give me up and ruin everything?

Do what Consuelo says, and we'll be happy.

No, no.

I'll tell the truth.

And you must come and testify, whether you want to or not.

Have no illusions that we'll testify in your favor.

We'll claim instead that you entered this house

and broke up a couple who were living in peace and harmony.

I'll be forced to say that you tried to rape me,

and that you killed Fabrizio because he wanted to stop you.

You two...

In cahoots...

You wanted to get rid of him,

and I was your way of doing it.

Why don't you answer me? | was just a tool, wasn't |?

If that were the case, we'd both agree it was necessary to bring in strangers.

It would be the best way of getting rid of you, too.

Don't you see that we're worried about you?

We don't want anyone to take you away from here.

No, no...

| don't believe it.

No.

| don't believe a single word of what you're saying.

Poor man.

| hardly knew him.

And I still don't know who he is.

| came into the house this morning...

and I killed him this evening.

By accident. | didn't want to.

How can you say it was by accident?

| was near you and I looked into your eyes.

Can you swear you had no intention of killing him at that moment?

| should have just let you go right from the start.

You've already decided what to do, right?

Of course.

Your trunk is too small. Put him in here, in my car.

What if someone notices? What if I get stopped?

The risk's the same for all of us.

But no one will be able to identify the body

if you do exactly what I told you to do.

What did you do to your hand? Did you cut it?

Were there sharp stones on the railway line?

- Maybe. - I waited here for you the whole time.

Anxiously.

You don't say.

You were worried about me?

Or about yourselves?

That, too.

Luckily everything went smoothly.

All according to your mother's plans.

Why don't you run and tell her?

Sergio, don't speak to me like that.

What do you expect me to do? Jump for joy?

You ought to be glad that you're here with me.

What else do you and your mother want from me?

| got rid of him for you.

Isn't that enough?

Now I want you.

Stop it. Forget about me. Don't worry, there won't be any scandal.

The story's over.

| didn't want you at such a high price.

I'm worth more, much more.

We're together now.

Come.

Now you must forget everything. We want to see you happy.

Be nice to her.

Now that we can trust you,

| want you to know that Aura is not my daughter.

Then why do you stay here?

Don't ask questions, please.

Come.

I'm cold.

You must have left a window open, Aura.

| don't think it's cold.

Aura, go and see.

I'm cold.

Do you hear that music?

It's the music of our country.

Aura?

Aura?

Why do you drink that stuff if it's bad for you?

This... is for me.

This is everything.

This is life.

Where have you sent Aura?

Look! Look, look!

Where have you sent Aura?

Wait. Wait. Wait...

| asked you where she is. Answer me!

Look at her.

Don't you see her?

Stop that! Stop!

In this room? Where he was?

There's always Consuelo's room.

No, I prefer yours, in your bed.

This is my room and that's my bed.

You mustn't think about me being here with Fabrizio.

Think instead about the two of us being happy here.

As long as you wish.

Besides, | don't want you to feel guilty.

It depends on you whether or not I feel guilty.

And on you to make me forget.

Listen. Let's start over.

From now, just the two of us.

Alright. It's a promise.

For me and for you.

Remember that.

Wait for me.

It doesn't surprise me that you look through keyholes.

But take your ugly face away from here.

Is that clear?

- Did you prefer the other one? - No.

It's better like that.

Come...

Aura...

Aura?

Are you there?

Aura's not here.

I'm taking care of you this morning.

Here's your breakfast.

And your bath is ready.

Aura's not a good housemaid, you know.

Oh, I've brought your bags up.

Will this do for today?

Aura was very happy when I saw her.

And you, are you happy?

Yes, very happy, Signora.

But like all happy people, I fear something may come along to disturb my bliss.

I'm worried about that, too.

The first thing I did this morning was read the newspapers.

No news.

Everything's fine.

A lot of things happened yesterday,

and who knows what thoughts have passed through your mind about me.

But I don't ask for anything. | just want to see you happy.

- Does that reassure you? - Very much.

You can start working in the library at your own pace,

and take care of Aura.

| wanted to find you beside me when I woke up.

But I was a lot less tired than you, so I got up.

Aura, today I'm going to take you away from here.

- But I live here. - No, no.

Consuelo will stay here. You come with me.

I'm staying here.

Why don't you want to?

Why? Just to stay with her?

| don't want you to tell me what I should or shouldn't do.

You're making a big mistake.

Alright, we'll talk about it later.

You've put me in a bad mood.

I'm sorry.

I'm beginning to miss Fabrizio.

For my fencing practice if nothing else.

| need a partner.

Why don't you try? Come on.

Show me how you get on.

If you're better than him.

Pick it up.

Stop it.

You think you can scare me?

Aural

Aura, listen to me.

| accept you as you are, | like you like that,

but don't mention Fabrizio again.

Do you really think he could live here for years without leaving a trace?

Don't ever say his name again.

- Why, if I can't forget him? - I don't want to hear his name again!

He didn't ask me to leave Consuelo.

All he wanted was to stay here with me.

He was a poor crazy fool, and he died like a fool.

Don't think you're so much better than he was.

| had no complaints about him as a man.

That's what annoys you, that I can compare him to you.

What were you thinking? You can treat me like him?

Well, you've made a mistake. And you'll find out soon.

I'll take you away whether you like it or not!

No, you're not taking me anywhere.

I've no intention of living with that crazy woman

who's more dangerous than Fabrizio.

- Then leave me! - You know I'll never leave you!

Then stay with her without me!

Without you?

What do you mean?

| mean that sometimes I'll go away,

and you'll stay here with her.

Alone.

I'm going to lock the door,

and you won't get out until you tell me the truth.

- Don't lock it. - Why not?

- I don't want you to. - Why not?

- Because... I feel unwell. I feel unwell. - You're a liar.

And you won't leave until you tell me who you are.

- I'm Aura. - And who's Aura?

- Your lover. - Why are you shut up in this house?

- I'm happy like this. - That's not true.

I've got a right to know. | killed a man for you.

No!

- Let me go! - Stay here.

Let go of me!

No!

- Aura! - I want to get out!

- What's the matter? - I hate you! I hate you!

- Calm down! - I need to get out. I must get out!

Aural

Aural

Aura...

What's going on?

Signora! Signora Consuelo!

Aura?

Go away!

Go away!

Aural

Come out.

Come forward.

Why did you want it this way?

It would have happened one day.

You'd have found out, but I'd have found a way to...

to prepare you for it like I did with the others.

No, don't look at me in that way. For your eyes, I'm only Aural

It was her you held in your arms.

Give me time...

to make her come back.

I'll be always able...

to perform the miracle.

For you.

Aural

Aura! Aura!

Aural

Aural

Aural

Aural

Aura...

It can't be...

Sergio...

Sergio...

Sergio...

Come!

Sergio.

Come.

Sergio.

Come.

Sergio!

No! Go away! Go away!

Sergio... Sergio!

I'm here.

Sergio! Come.

I've come back.

What did I see?

Nothing.

Don't think about it, it was something you imagined.

You mustn't lock Aura up.

Don't ever do it again.

| must be free to go away.

And come back whenever she wants to.

Sergio, you're upset. Your clothes are all dirty and wet.

Come on. Come in and get changed.

You mustn't hate her.

Remember, if you can see me and touch me,

it's because she wishes it.

Embrace me.

Aural

Oh, God! God! God!

What is this litany?

Get up, you're ridiculous.

Why don't you leave, huh? Go and look for another job.

| like this one.

| owe you three months' salary,

and I don't think I'll be able to pay you anymore.

It doesn't matter.

You remember the last pages written by your husband?

Which ones? Why isn't that folder in its place?

Listen to how he ends... his diary.

"Consuelo insists on growing those plants In our greenhouse.

"I told her she must resign herself to old age...

"and mustn't tempt God.

"One morning, I found her shut away in her bedroom, raving.

"She shouted, 'Yes, I've done it, I've succeeded.

"I've reincarnated her.

"I can give her life again.

Do you remember his last words?

Do you?

Your husband's last words. "Who are you, Consuelo?

"What have you become?

"You frighten me. What should I do?"

What did he do?

He killed himself.

I'm not afraid.

Of anything. I'm going to stay here forever.

You'll see.

You'll see. The day will come when you get tired.

The day will come when... you leave of your own accord.

- No, don't count on it. - But I do count on it.

And how I count on it. Help me.

Why?

Why do you say that? What do you have against me?

What have I done to you?

If you could only see how you've changed.

Take this statuette to the antiques dealer.

When is Aura coming back?

Did you hear me? Take this statuette down to the antiques dealer.

- Me? - They can't send anyone

and I need the money right away.

Come on, try to be useful once in a while.

Hurry up.

Come on.

Get going!

When is Aura coming back?

| don't know.

You've been saying that for over a month.

If Aura doesn't come back,

it means she's not happy with you.

Please, I beg you.

Make her come back one more time. | need to speak to her.

But she doesn't want to see you anymore.

You've nothing more to say to each other.

Drink it!

Drink it!

- No, let me go! - Drink it!

Let go of me! No! No!

- Drink it! - No! No!

- Drink it! - You're unbearable!

And by acting this way you'll make things worse!

I hate you!

You're a filthy, putrid old hag!

But watch out, I'm warning you. Watch out.

Why?

Do you want to agitate me?

What do you gain from it? Don't you realize that only I can bring Aura back?

When?

Today?

Perhaps.

But first take the statuette to the antiques dealer.

I've already agreed the price on the telephone.

Marta?

- What are you doing? - Hold on a minute.

- Who is he? - Someone I know.

Sergio.

Hi.

Wait for me.

Sergio? Where are you running to? What's happened?

What do you want? Who told you I was here?

No one. I was going to the antiques dealer with a decorator friend.

I'm fine. I'm very well.

Bye.

That woman there... her...

Wasn't she your girlfriend? Or am I wrong?

| don't have friends anymore.

Oh. That's not good.

Why don't you get back with her?

- Huh? Seems like she still wants you. - Do you go out often now?

- I'm going to enjoy a bit of sun. - You'll be back soon?

| don't know.

No, Sergio, don't close it!

Very much.

| didn't want to. It was his fault.

You...

came here because of an ad in the newspaper, right?

Of course. I'm here for work.

And you knew nothing about it, right?

No. I swear. It's not my fault.

The job is yours. Yours.

- Tell him to go away. - No, no, no, no.

I'm the one who's leaving.

| have to.

I'm completely worthless here with all this disorder and confusion.

I'm going.

Sergio, don't go!

Sergio, I don't want that other man.

- She's the one who wants him. - Ah.

The same words.

The same things you told Fabrizio.

Yes, the words are the same.

Everything seems the same as before, but it's not.

I've changed. Can't you see?

| don't want to die.

| want to live.

| want to live.

Even without me?

No. It's not life if you and I aren't together.

Aren't you pleased to see me after all this time?

We were very happy together, the two of us.

Don't listen to Consuelo.

I'm not tired of you.

Stay here. Don't push me into that man's arms.

Send him away, even if Consuelo's against it.

Send him away!

We don't always have to do what she wants.

Yes, you're right.

We don't have to.

Do you love me?

Yes, I swear I do.

Then... wait.

Wait.

- Are you leaving me? - No, no!

Wait.

Wait.

Aural

No! Why?

Why? No!

No! Let go of me! Let go! No!

Aura?

No, let me go! No! No!

No! Let go of me!

Let me go, no!

No! Let me go!

No, let go of me! Let go of me! No!

What are you doing?

No.

I'm afraid... I'm afraid...

No!

No.

No!

No, stop! Stop!

Aural

Aural

Aural

Help!

Help!

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