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DELIRIUM

Kim, tip your head back a little more.

Caress her more with your hands, Kelly.

That's good, Christine, keep going.

- All right, Roberto? - All right, it's perfect.

Move your hand up a little more while you caress her.

Kim, I want you to look like prey in their hands.

You need to look like you're experiencing pleasure you've never felt before.

Come on, more! Smile!

- Look at me, Kim. - No, not like that!

Put your hand down a bit.

Almost there, girls! Come on, Roberto!

Come on, move it!

Well done, Kim!

Start touching her.

Touch her! You want to possess her!

Kim, I want you to enjoy it!

- Yeah, like this. - Offer yourself to them.

You can't restrain yourself, you can only feel their hands on your body.

Good show, keep going.

Cradle her. Kelly, take her in your arms.

Snap away, Roberto!

Make it look more sensual!

Keep going, don't hide that hand!

Gently slide your hand down her thigh. Gently!

Look at them and smile, Kim. You don't know who to choose from.

Now close your eyes.

You're dreaming and you like it.

You like it and you wish it'd last forever.

Yeah, like this.

You think it was a good idea?

Remaking that old photo shoot? Yeah, I believe so.

But I don't agree on your substitute.

Tony knows his salt, and Kim is gorgeous.

But you were something else.

All right, let's take a break!

It's only been three years but it feels like a lifetime.

Where's the makeup girl?

Okay, okay. Christine, Kim, get out of the pool.

Gee, the weather's chilly!

- Evelyn! - It was warmer in the pool!

- Where's the makeup girl? - I don't know, maybe she's inside.

- What do you mean she's inside? - Where's my fur coat?

At last! I'm not paying you to do nothing!

The girls' makeup is running!

Where the hell have you been?!

How come your brother is always so nervous?

You vanished into thin air!

Let's get you dry or you'll get sick.

- Hello? - Gioia?

- Yes, it's me. - Hello, darling.

What if I said I'm masturbating looking at you?

Don't hang up, it's not true.

You're gorgeous today.

Even more than usual.

Are you wearing your panties?

Come on, guys!

Don't pull your skirt down, don't you want me to see you in the nude?

Your lips are incredible.

You like kissing your men all over their bodies?

Now listen, Mark.

I got you a nice show right under your window.

Why don't you look at them and leave me alone?

You're not like the others.

You're like a national monument.

Just looking at you is enough to get a real, healthy erection.

You sound like a broken record, and it's not funny.

Retouch the lips a little, yes.

- How much time do you still need? - A couple hours.

Maybe even less.

We're losing light.

Come on.

I'll go inside and help Evelyn.

I hope you're all staying for dinner.

What a shame, me and Christine have a plane at ten.

We have a fashion show in Paris tomorrow morning.

Thanks anyway.

Have a nice trip, see you.

We're ready.

Tony?

Tony!

You know the one about the guy who just made love with a girl?

"Sorry, dear, I'd have taken more time if I'd known you were a virgin."

"Why, honey, I'd have taken my panties off if I'd known you had more time!"

You're so silly, Roberto.

Evelyn, dinner was perfect as usual.

What would Gioia do without you?

You manage the magazine and you even cook.

- Don't act mean. - It's a natural gift for him.

Speaking of gifts, I have a surprise for you.

- To my dear Gioia. - Thanks, you're so sweet.

And now, after this coup de theatre, I shall be going.

- Good night, thanks. - Good night.

I'll join you.

The night is still young.

- Good night, Roberto. - Bye, Evelyn.

Don't stay up until dawn, Tony.

We have to choose the pictures tomorrow.

Okay, boss.

- You need a ride, Kim? - No, thanks, I'm staying a little longer.

- I came with my car. - As you prefer.

Aren't you scared to go home on your own?

You never know who you might run into.

If he's cute I won't complain.

You know, honey, we both have the same tastes when it comes to certain things.

I'm going to bed.

I want to be at the office early in the morning.

Now that you're back with us, the next issue will turn out great.

Good night, Evelyn.

- See you soon, Kim. - Bye.

You had not been involved with the magazine for months.

Almost a year, since the day of the accident.

- Would you like to talk about it? - Why not?

When you married Carlo, lots of people thought you were only doing it for power.

They were wrong. I really loved Carlo.

He was unique.

He never asked me to pose in the nude.

He gave me the chance to start a magazine of my own.

Then I decided to quit, because I wanted to spend my time with him and have kids.

I thought I wouldn't have time for work.

And I had Evelyn, who's always so efficient.

Perhaps life had given me too much,

and all it took to take my man away was a gust of wind.

I can still see it.

He was like a kid who refused to grow up.

He soared with his speedboat at 200 kilometers per hour.

He left me the house, financial security and the magazine.

But, most of all, some incredible memories.

I have to start living for myself again, as well as for him.

- Did I bore you? - No, quite the opposite.

I'd stay here all night if I didn't have to get up early.

Oh, you don't have to come with me, I know the way.

I'll call you tomorrow.

- Bye. - Bye.

Hello?

Gioia, somebody murdered your model and threw her body in the pool.

That's a stupid prank, Mark.

I'd rather hear your vulgarities than such a stupid excuse to phone me.

She was killed with the gardener's pitchfork!

It wasn't a pretty sight, believe me.

You need more details? Are you still there? Can you hear me?

If you wanted to frighten me, you have.

Now let me go to bed, please.

Too bad you turned the lights off before I could see the murderer's face.

Maybe it's a woman with long, blonde hair.

- You listening?! - Yes.

Do you want me to call the police?

- Are you telling the truth, Mark? - Of course!

Shall I call the police or will you do it?

No, let me have a look first.

You'd better not, believe me.

You wouldn't like what you'd see.

Not even a ferocious beast would kill with such cruelty!

Evelyn?

Evelyn?

Evelyn?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to scare you.

I went into the kitchen to get something to drink.

Mark just called me.

He said he saw Kim getting murdered in the pool.

And you believe him?

That boy is sick, he has a morbid imagination.

Follow my advice, Gioia, go back to bed and have a good sleep.

I'm sure everything's fine, there's no point in going to check.

- Good night, Gioia. - Good night.

Asshole!

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- Good morning, hello. - Good morning.

The lighting's good, but I'm not sure.

I don't like the face she makes, this other one's better.

No, I'd rather use this one.

Yeah, the pose is softer.

- What do you think, Gioia? - I agree, Roberto.

Tony, you're a wizard, and Kim is simply terrific.

I have something to tell you, Evelyn.

Last night Kim left her lighter at my house.

Could you give it to her?

She'll be happy to know she didn't lose it.

Why don't you use the other office to choose the pictures?

Because it's yours.

Well, I feel like a fish out of water in there.

Then ready your scuba tanks and spear gun.

- There's a shark waiting for you. - Flora?

I had to let her stay, she knew you'd come in sooner or later.

- She waited for you. - For a whole year?

Not a year, I'd say almost an hour!

You think she'd mind if I left?

She'd just come back another time.

To think I was in such a good mood.

Rip her to shreds, Gioia.

Don't give her the opportunity to do the same.

Looking good, Gioia.

You look pretty good yourself.

Are you here for the usual reason?

Sorrow made you even more beautiful.

But not willing to deal with you.

Why don't you want to sell me your magazine?

You'll have better things to do.

- For example? - Live your life.

You can do anything you want.

How different you were the first time I laid my eyes on you.

A small-town girl willing to do anything to make money.

I had to support Tony and myself.

And I made it, as you can see.

Especially considering you're the one who needs me now.

Don't you think feeling some gratitude would make you more human?

- Who should I feel grateful to? - Me, for instance.

You don't have the heart of a do-gooder, Flora.

So don't ever try that, no one would believe you.

But I'm the one who gave you the chance to earn an honest living.

At that time you were willing to do anything,

and you would have become a two-bit prostitute...

if you hadn't been lucky enough to meet me, my dear.

Maybe, but certainly not a two-bit one.

When you have nothing, even doing that is a way to make a living.

- How much do you want? - This is so amusing.

I was able to beat you, after so many men tried.

I always used my men as if they were Kleenex tissues.

What about your women?

You sure know how to deliver a low blow.

Me? But so can you.

You tried to destroy me when I stopped working for you.

You even attempted to ruin my marriage with your crass accusations!

I don't feel sorry for you, Flora.

The sooner you leave, the better it will be for both of us.

Call me when you're destitute again, dear.

I'd always be willing to buy your photo shoots back again.

The ones I gave you in a moment of weakness.

And for several hundred million lire.

I would offer you far less money.

Alas, those photographs still have some value.

Only as souvenirs, though.

I recall there was another souvenir you wanted from me.

But you never got it.

You'll change what I feel for you into hate, Gioia.

And a woman's hate could create a lot of hurt.

Evelyn.

You know you shouldn't drink, it's bad for you.

Inspector, take a look at this pitchfork.

I found it inside the gardener's toolshed.

Thoroughly polished after being used.

Indeed.

Strange.

- Got a sample of the pool water. - Take it to the lab.

I'm not expecting any surprises, just a confirmation.

- To the lab? - Yeah.

- Signs of a break-in? - No, nothing.

Did you see that guy?

He looks like anything but a cop.

Because you watch too many crime series.

You've got the wrong image of us cops.

- I'm sorry. - It's fine, you're not the first.

For years, my hardest work has been to convince people to trust me.

Sit down, Inspector.

That kid Mark didn't hold back.

He told me everything he saw last night.

It looks like he really witnessed a murder.

But I'm afraid his statement won't be that useful.

Long, blond hair. Nothing else.

Too many blond people around, not counting wigs.

But why send that photograph?

Why kill Kim and put up that macabre display?

And why was she killed here at my house?

If I had an answer for your questions I'd have already found the murderer.

But why put my picture behind Kim's body?

I don't know.

And that's not the only baffling detail.

The culprit wants to link you to the crime.

We will investigate that model and her connections.

- Excuse me, Inspector? - One second.

The sergeant is going back to the station.

Your breakfast is sewed.

You shouldn't spy on your neighbors.

It's not very nice.

Get out.

I want to be alone.

Your father called from London last night, but you were sleeping.

He said he'd call back today.

I don't want to talk to him.

What about your mother?

Let them enjoy their vacation.

It's not like they care about me, after all.

The body found this morning in a garbage bin by a news vendor belongs to Kim Trosky,

a beautiful model who was in Rome for a photo shoot for a mens-only magazine.

Mr. Pascutti, I know you're still very upset,

but could you tell us what happened exactly?

It must have been about eight or half past eight.

I had gone to throw some stuff in that garbage bin,

and I found the body of that poor woman.

She was wearing a blue dress and a pearl necklace, her eyes were wide open.

Hello?

We should thank Kim's murderer, huh?

- Don't you agree? - What are you talking about?!

I'm saying they did you a favor.

Your magazine will sell like crazy with all this free publicity!

A favor?

Only that kid's twisted mind could imagine something like that.

Why do you answer his calls?

Because I feel pity for him.

Who are you calling?

The printer.

Hello, Ruggero?

Good, I was afraid you'd already left.

I want to increase the print run of the new issue.

Oh, you already thought about that, great.

Thanks, I'll talk to you later.

Do you really believe I want to exploit her murder?

Gioia, you're a publisher, you can't afford any scruples.

You're wrong, Evelyn.

We're constantly trying to improve our sales, this is our chance to...

- Cancel that request right away. - But why?

A nice gesture won't bring Kim back to life.

So why don't we take this chance?

I think Evelyn's right.

Even though the killer wasn't trying to do you a favor.

How many copies have they printed?

- Get a move on. - Here.

The printer told me minutes ago.

Unbelievable.

Pour me a martini.

I'm sorry, Lilli.

Look at me.

Isn't it a little early for a martini? It's barely 9:30 in the morning.

My liver is about to explode anyway.

- Smile now. - Like this?

Now turn in my direction.

Perfect, well done.

And so Sabrina is no longer on the market.

She has signed a contract for the next issue of Pussycat.

She's getting double the money that we offered her.

That woman is getting all the best girls.

It's a soundstage that's already been set up for a sci-fi movie. I'll show you.

Great, I'm eager to see it.

Here we are.

What do you think? You like it?

I think it's awesome!

This is where I want to put Sabrina.

Lost in a timeless world.

Populated by surreal nightmares.

Well, what do you say?

It'll cost me a fortune, but I can't say no to you.

I knew I'd convince you!

It wouldn't have been so easy if you'd brought Evelyn.

That's why I only brought you along.

I need to talk to the set design crew, you mind waiting?

- How long will it take? - Fifteen minutes.

I'll have a look around.

- You grab the sword, and then... - But when I grab the sword, what do I...

Gioia!

- Alex! - Hi!

- How are you? - Fine, and you?

Let me take a good look at you, you are getting even more beautiful!

I have a ten-minute break, care for a stroll?

Yeah, gladly.

- I didn't recognize you in that outfit. - I can imagine.

- How long has it been? Three years. - A lot.

Too long, and it was my fault.

I felt you were the right girl for me, and you know I meant it.

We would have gotten married.

That thought frightened me.

You mean I frightened a playboy like you?

Time passes for everyone.

One day you're scared of something, the next it seems the only good solution.

Are you trying to convince me you've changed?

Maybe I am.

I'm not buying it, you'll get old without ever growing up.

You think that's a bad thing?

No, but not too reassuring for your life partner.

Well, I guess it was different with Carlo.

Sorry, I didn't mean to talk about him.

No, Why?

After all, I'd have never met Carlo if you hadn't left me.

I guess I owe you something.

Brace yourself, then, I'm about to propose you something.

Well? What did you want to propose me?

You want me to accept a great playboy like you has changed?

Yeah, why not?

Maybe I'm a changed man...

Bang, bang-

Gioia?

I saw the lights on, I didn't know you had company.

I'm sorry.

Don't tell me you're upset your little brother found you with a man?

No, I'm not upset, just a bit uneasy.

Bring the smoke machine over here.

Move together, girls. Get rid of that shirt.

Yeah,good.

Now turn slowly.

Lift your hair up, Sabrina. Good.

You guys start emerging.

Time for a twist.

The dream is turning into a nightmare.

Beauty is turning into monstrosity.

Good.

Good.

Well done, Roberto.

Sabrina, I want you to feel equally attracted and repulsed.

You want her, now touch her legs.

Gimme an expression, Sabrina.

Slowly move your hands towards her breasts.

You'd like to feel her skin, but your hands are bandaged.

Sabrina, start pushing them away.

Show your tough side!

Good, that's it.

Good.

Call them back later.

Gioia, Tony called minutes ago.

He said the photo shoot will come out great.

Can you check the draft of the next issue?

- Has Alex called? - Alex? No.

He hasn't shown up for more than a week; he hasn't even called me at home.

Some phone trouble in Yugoslavia, maybe.

I know his usual troubles.

They either involve blondes or brunettes.

Didn't you say he'd changed?

Yes, but I don't know how much.

Look at this. We'll put Sabrina on the front page.

And your readers' letter section on page three.

- The layout is ready and... - Did the inspector call?

Please, don't mention his name or he might show up again.

He spent four days in here asking questions.

Now, now. Can we go on?

Roberto?

I'm going with Sabrina.

I noticed right away what a resourceful girl she is.

See you.

Tony?

What is it?

Are you taking her to my studio?

I don't know.

Have fun.

It's so hot in here I can't breathe.

The windows are all open, I feel a bit chilly.

Come on, now.

Don't be upset.

It happens to a lot of men.

You're the expert, I guess it must be true.

You're crass!

Don't be like that, just laugh it off.

Yeah, sorry.

I apologize for what I said.

Come here, you.

Let's try again.

You think I'm going to pass up the chance to try again with a pretty guy like you?

Hello, is this Hotel Croatia in Split?

Good evening, I'd like to speak with Mr. Alex Worth.

He should be there with a film crew.

Ah, there's no film crew there now?

I see, thank you. Goodbye.

Let me know how the photo shoot turned out.

Yeah, of course.

Bye.

- Hi. - Hey.

Sales are booming.

I didn't doubt it, thanks to your great work.

I've been looking for Sabrina for days.

She's probably out of town, maybe for work.

- Just like that? - You know how our industry is.

Of course I do.

But she wanted me to let her know how the pictures turned out.

Why did she ask me if she was planning to leave?

You mean she asked you the night you slept together?

Gioia! Oh, no!

Again? But why?

The body was found this morning by some boys...

playing near the pond in Villa Borghese.

Again, the murder took place elsewhere.

I might have been the last one to see her alive.

Aside from her killer, you mean.

What was that intense perfume on Sabrina's body?

That perfume was the murder weapon: essence of tuberose.

I'm sorry, Inspector, but I don't follow you.

She was killed by a swarm of raging bees.

They attacked Sabrina because that perfume attracted them.

Our maniac has a diabolical sense of humor.

What about the photograph?

Yes, it looked like her hand was caressing your body.

I'll be the next victim.

Try to remain calm and don't look for motives, that's our job.

Can you imagine, Evelyn?

He told me not to worry and to not look for motives!

As if my pictures behind those dead bodies were a coincidence!

It's a threat, that's for sure.

Maybe the killer just wants to scare you.

Do you seriously believe that, considering two women have already been murdered?

Only a real maniac could commit those murders.

The kind of person whose reactions you cannot guess.

There's something else.

Adetail I had somehow forgotten!

- I'm going home, Ma'am. - Yes, thank you.

What detail?

There's only one person who could have that old photo shoot of mine.

- Who? - Roberto!

I gave him the negatives when I got them back from Flora.

- You must tell the inspector. - I better not.

Why?

Roberto is too easy a target.

They'd send him to prison right away.

Two women, two victims, and he's a homosexual.

And I bet he doesn't have an alibi for either of those murders.

- How would you know that? - Taking a guess.

He spends the night going from one club to another.

I stupidly tried to hide that from you.

Some of those negatives, as well as other stuff, have been stolen from my place.

I had invited a couple boys who seemed decent.

Are you telling me those negatives are in the hands of a murderer?

Probably.

Not necessarily, though.

It's not certain that the killer has the original negatives.

Take the blow-up in the photo, we're not sure it's from an original negative.

Sorry, I don't understand what you mean.

There's no problem, technically speaking.

All you've got to do is take the photograph of a photograph.

Then you can make as many negatives as you like.

The final quality will be grainier, obviously.

If you make a two by two meter blow-up of the photo,

it is impossible to tell the difference.

Then we're back to square one.

I hope you're not disappointed that I might not be the murderer.

I swear I never believed it was you.

Don't turn the lights on.

Don't move.

Seeing that I can't have you any other way...

- Stop right there! - No! Let me go!

Don't force me to murder you right away.

Tell me you like it!

Tell me you like it!

Tell me you like it!

Oh, god...

Gioia.

Gioia, calm down.

Everything's fine.

- It was just a bad dream. - It was horrible.

Doctor Lorenzi's here.

Thanks, you may go.

- What are you doing? - Taking a stroll.

Stretching my legs.

You'll never get out of that chair if you keep treating this as a joke.

Ajoke? You think I'm enjoying being stuck in this damn wheelchair?

I know you're suffering, but your paralysis doesn't have any physical cause.

That's what you say!

All my parents want to hear is that my spine isn't damaged.

And that I'm only damaged up here, in my brain.

Therefore, it's simply my fault that I'm paralyzed.

You just like to keep playing the victim.

Yeah, sure. Playing the victim.

You're pretty smart, Doctor, you know?

The truth is you don't have the strength to react.

You have a mental block because you feel responsible for Cinzia's death.

Yes, she'd still be alive if I weren't driving so recklessly.

And I wouldn't be paralyzed.

Maybe we'd even be married.

Cinzia...

Alex.

You don't seem that happy to see me.

I phoned Split, they said you weren't there and never showed up.

That's right.

We were filming in Greece, some production trouble.

Yeah, but you could have found a minute to call me.

What's important is that I'm here.

When are you leaving?

What do you want from me? Let me go!

Let me go!

She did porn flicks too?

Only this one.

But people seem to have forgotten it.

She's a respectable woman now.

Stop! Stop, you scoundrels!

- Shall we keep watching it? - Shut up.

Good morning.

It must be important if you summoned us all here.

I've decided to accept Flora's offer.

You're selling the magazine?!

I have no intention of carrying on after what happened.

- I think it's the only way. - But it's not like you killed them.

Did you forget about my pictures behind the bodies?

You think it was a coincidence?

Selling the magazine isn't the answer.

It won't solve anything, if the killer is targeting you.

You want to hide for the rest of your life?

Erasing all your work and ours won't stop that lunatic from killing again.

A lunatic who might kill me as well.

Hey!

- Where are you running to? - What a fright!

What are you doing here?

I came to get you.

We had an appointment, remember?

That friend of mine is expecting us.

How did you know I was here?

I always know everything.

And what I don't know I imagine.

Isn't the anniversary of Carlo's death today?

Thanks, much obliged.

Have you really made up your mind, then?

Since I haven't sold the magazine yet, I want to pose for the centerfold.

Hey, that's not a bad idea at all, quite the opposite.

Susan, meet my sister.

- Charmed. - At last we meet, Gioia.

- Tony can't stop talking about you. - And what does he say?

- Only good things, as you should know. - Oh, knock it off.

We really love each other.

This place looks perfect.

- What's over there? - Children's clothes.

Nice, nice.

- Hello... - Knock it off, your sister's here.

So you'll allow us to do a photo shoot in the store?

How could I say no to Tony?

He's filled my house with flowers and chocolate.

- Yeah. Phone calls, caviar, champagne... - Especially phone calls.

He wouldn't stop calling.

What do you think if I posed with just this wind jacket on?

Maybe I could pose naked on skis.

Or while modestly wearing a foulard.

Would you like to visit the other floors?

Yes, of course.

This is the men's department.

We're still in the men's department.

Sportwear, shirts, underwear and leather.

Men's fashion is almost as stylish as ours, don't you think?

Everything to please a woman.

They've become more vain than we are.

Hey!

It's gorgeous up here, Tony!

Tony?

Susan?

What are you two up to?

You don't want to leave me alone, right?

No! No!

Tony, no!

No! No!

What have they done to you...

Now it's your turn, Gioia.

Now it's your turn.

Choose how you'd like to die.

Now it's your turn, Gioia.

Now it's your turn.

Choose how you'd like to die.

Susan?

Susan?

Susan, where are you?

Susan!

Now it's your turn, Gioia.

Now it's your turn.

When we arrived, neither Tony's nor Susan's body was there.

They'll turn up somewhere in a few days, that's for sure.

Drink this.

Go on.

Would you open the curtains? It's stuffy in here.

Do you feel better?

It wasn't a nightmare this time.

You have to be strong, Gioia. We all have to.

I have to carry on, Evelyn.

Carry on living.

I'll go get your pills, I won't be long.

Call the maid if you need anything.

I'll be right back.

I wonder where we'll find the other body.

Wait.

Go.

- Same killer, same modus operandi. - Indeed, that's for sure.

What do you think, Inspector? Am I going to be the next victim?

- Hello? - Hi, Gioia. It's me.

Alex!

L'['S you!

So glad you called.

Are you back in Rome already?

No, I'll have to stay here for a few more days.

But I'll be in Rome very soon.

I really love you, Gioia.

Me too. See you soon.

Locked! Let's bust it open.

- We don't have a search warrant! - Break the glass!

- Hello? - This is Inspector Corsi.

Watch out for Roberto.

- Why? What has he done, Inspector? - Please, Ma'am.

Just do as I say.

I'm coming right over and I'll explain everything.

Gioia!

Evelyn! Help me, Evelyn!

Evelyn!

Gioia!

Gioia! Gioia, wait!

Why are you running away?

Gioia!

Gioia!

Gioia, what's wrong?

Gioia, come back here!

- Help! - It's me, Roberto!

Help!

Gioia!

Gioia, stop!

- Gioia! - Help!

Roberto!

Gioia... Gioia, I...

Speak! Say it!

I just can't believe it.

Roberto obviously hated women.

Especially you, Gioia.

But why did he kill Tony? He adored him!

It's hard to get inside the head of a madman.

But it was a woman's voice threatening me in the department store!

No, it wasn't.

It might have sounded like a woman's voice.

There's one detail I can't quite put my finger on.

Why didn't that car stop, for instance?

I must forget all about this awful story.

- Hello? - What's going on, Gioia?

More dead bodies?

How does it feel to live in a graveyard?

Go to hell!

I enjoy winning.

It wasn't easy defeating you, though.

Alas, fate gave me a helpful hand.

I'm getting rid of some awful memories.

Are you that insensitive, Flora?

You didn't realize that I could have just given you the magazine for free.

But you just wanted a victory.

Evelyn?

Evelyn?

- Where's Miss Evelyn? - She left and took all her things.

She left this for you.

Gioia, forgive me.

I worked for you, not for the magazine.

How could I go on regretting what we no longer have?

Farewell.

She must have thought I was made of steel.

She wanted me to carry on with that damn magazine!

Yes, hello?

Hello?

Tony!

Now it's your turn, Gioia.

Now it's your turn.

Choose how you'd like to die.

Now it's your turn.

Enough! Show yourself!

Show yourself and kill me! I can't take this anymore!

Now it's your turn, Gioia.

Now it's your turn.

Choose how you'd like to die.

Pinned like an insect.

Just like Kim.

Stung by bees.

Like Sabrina.

You?!

Yes, me.

What's the matter?

Don't you like me?

Don't you like me?

I haven't become a transvestite, you know.

I don't think I could do that either.

Why, Tony? Why?!

You should know, Gioia.

You're the only one I ever loved.

The only one I ever wanted.

Since we were children.

Why did you kill those two poor girls?

You should thank me!

That bitch Kim wanted to take your place as a model!

And Sabrina wanted your place in my bed!

I had to stop them!

They were monsters!

Even Roberto wanted to betray me!

I'm dead, Gioia. Everyone thinks I'm dead!

I fooled you good!

I'll never be free while you're alive!

But first, I want to see you naked one last time.

No!

No...

No, no.

You can't!

You can't!

Now you will undress for the last time.

Just for me.

No!

No!

You're gorgeous.

These lips will never kiss anyone again.

This mouth will no longer belong to anyone.

No! No!

Take it off.

Take it off, I said!

- How's my brother doing? - He'll make it.

I'm afraid he'll have to use a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

She's still in shock, let her rest.

All right.

I hope your life will be better from now on.

Maybe.

Good bye.

Did you take your medication?

It'll help you rest.

Were you asleep?

- May I come in? - Of course.

Thanks.

Can I still call you to say how beautiful you are?

- The most beautiful. - Yes, you can.

Do you know that I'm starting to walk again?

I'm making a lot of progress.

That's great news, and I'm so glad you came to visit me.

- See you soon, okay? - Yes.

- Don't cheat on me, promise? - Promise.

Subtitled by Francesco Massaccesi