All language subtitles for hajajfafggaggahjajjkakka

It will all be over soon.

I only see fading shadows.

It's all getting blurry.

Shadows who seem to move
before taking human shapes.

They are my nieces and nephews.

I can still make out their features, but
I feel like I'm seeing them in a dream.

They are all standing around
my bed, witnessing my passing.

Even if I can't see them, I know
their sullen faces too well.

I can still feel their discomfort, and
imagine those faces who look barely alive.

They could never understand
what dying really feels like.

Except for Susan, perhaps.

Yes, I proudly lay claim
to my impending death,

as I've nurtured it, to the point of not
being able to discern its face from my own.

I die HAPPY-

I can feel the cold wind of death traveling
across my body and making it numb.

It's like a sweet warmth
that fills me with joy.

It even allows me to forget about the
hideous glare of my daughter Evelyn.

My degenerate child.

Someone who's wasting her miserable life
harboring grudges towards her relatives.

I'm leaving this
world with pride,

taking with me the prominence
of our family name: Hilton.

Despite laying in my deathbed, I somehow
have the impression I'm fleeing death.

When it reaches me, we'll explore dark
beyonds looking for the secret of life.

They're the real corpses here.

They are grim, lifeless ghosts.

They are the shallow
youth of today's world.

Yes, shallow and distorted.

They bear the empty expressions of those
who live without striving for a fate.

People who had their
past robbed from them.

I loved no one but
myself, and rightly so.

No, it wasn't narcissism.

I felt it was my duty, in order
to live a truthful life.

It's all coming to an end,

including all those memories I thought
spared from my suffering and my regrets.

Alas, it's not only
me who's passing.

I am, however, certain
of something.

The Hiltons will
soon be no more.

The shame upon our legendary
family name will be too much!

Yes...

Don't stop...

Yes... I'm dying
with pleasure...

Let us pray.

O, Lord, please take the soul of our
departed brother Thomas Hilton.

Forgive his sins and grant him eternal
rest after a life of sacrifices.

We commend to you, Lord, the soul of
your servant who has left this earth.

May your merciful hand cancel all the sins
his human weaknesses led him to commit.

Lord, allow him into your kingdom, and
let him sit at your side in the Heavens.

Amen.

I wanted to give you my condolences,
it's a great loss for us all.

I'll miss him, Ms.
Susan, believe me.

Thanks, Tony, I know you
were very fond of him.

Take care of everything.

Susan, we're going to town
for a bit, you coming?

No, Edward, thanks for asking.

The nerve of some people! And don't
get me started on that priest!

I mean, who would have thought.

You think you know
someone and then...

Unbelievable. How can he associate
himself with someone like Simon Voskin?

— It's shameful!
- Oh, give him a break.

They get along with each other. I
guess he has a thing for homosexuals.

A bit like our poor, dead uncle.

I'm sure our degenerate of an
uncle included him in the will.

— Maybe, maybe not.
— You can bet on it.

- Mark my words.
— What if he did?

— It would be dreadful!
— Cut it out, Lucy.

It's all speculation. And it's
not like it wouldn't be right.

He's always been loyal to him.

You're wrong, Edward.

They were lovers.

He had an affair with Ingrid, too.
Still has, actually.

— Good morning, Aunt Evelyn.
— Hello, Ingrid.

I'm sorry I couldn't come sooner,
but Uncle Thomas has died.

I've been told.

Only you and I know the
family secret now.

Stop pulling, Twink y,
be a good dog!

If I'm not mistaken, the only people
missing are Ms. Ingrid and...

Oh, here's Mr. Voskin.
Simon Voskin.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting, but
it's essential you're all present.

Ingrid will be here soon.

My sister is on time, usually.

Very well, we'll wait.

Sorry I'm late.

I think we're ready
to begin now.

"These are my testamentary
dispositions:

my estate, which includes properties
in Worcestershire and across England,

must remain intact
without exceptions.

The heirs, including my loyal
secretary, Simon Voskin,

will benefit from the aforementioned
estate in equal measure.

The usufruct of said properties will
be administered by Mr. Thompson,

who'll be able to choose a substitute
administrator whenever he wishes to.

He is entrusted with sharing the assets
annually, on the anniversary of my passing.

The heirs will receive their part of the
estate once they reach thirty years of age.

If one of the heirs
dies before that time,

their shares and
usufruct benefits...

will be distributed evenly
amongst the surviving relatives.

This agreement will stand until the assets
will have been completely redistributed.

I also wish to exclude my
daughter Evelyn from the will,

minimum amount established
by law excluded,

in order to punish her unjustified
hatred against the other family members.

I, being of sound mind and body, have
personally written this document.

I declare that my attorney has personally
attested the validity of this will.

You can hereby find every further legal
detail along with our signatures."

Johnny will be the first.

He'll be thirty in one
month and five days.

See you tonight, agreed?

Imagine if old Sir Thomas found us now!
In his bed!

— But he never will!
— Hush, stop talking nonsense.

You push me to my limits, I'm
already agonizing over you...

I'm sure we'll be great friends.

- Hey.
- Hi. You like her?

Ingrid gave her to me.

Twink y, behave.

A beautiful doggie.

— A very nice gift.
— Absolutely.

I had a dog like her years ago, how
different things were back then.

Those were good times,
fond memories all around.

I would have said the same, Susan,
if it weren't for your aunt Evelyn.

If I try to look back,
all I see are ghosts.

I just need to stop thinking about it.
Try to forget.

Easy for you to say, but for a
Hilton it's almost impossible.

For a Hilton, looking back is
just like looking forward.

Ghosts are everywhere.

I often have strange premonitions,
though I don't know why.

So did your uncle.

He tried to tell me
something before he died.

Something unpleasant, I guess.

Yes, actually. He said one of his relatives
would destroy the family after his death.

— Did he say who?
— Yes, your aunt.

- Evelyn?
— That's right.

And it seems like there's a secret no
one knows about between her and Ingrid.

I mean, it's not unlikely considering
the bond she has with her aunt.

The strangest part of this story was your
uncle describing a breast scar you have,

which was caused by your
aunt when you were little.

No, it was an accident caused by
Ingrid while we were playing.

Well, I guess I got it wrong.

All's Well that ends well.

No, it was an accident caused by
Ingrid while we were playing.

No, it was an accident...

It was an accident...

It was an accident...

— No trace of the weapon so far.
— I don't expect to find it.

The first blow hit the
victim on the forehead.

He may have recognized his killer,
despite being rather intoxicated.

It looks like he was
bludgeoned with an iron club.

Some kind of a medieval weapon.

He was caught by surprise, so he
had no chance to defend himself.

I agree.

No doubts about that.

They all said they've never seen that
kind of weapon around the house.

What a ghastly death,
right, Inspector?

Judging by the blood and
the position of the body,

he probably leaned against the
wall after the first blow.

He fell on the floor
immediately after.

No one inside must have heard a thing.
Pretty thick walls.

Look.

I want to know who these
Javanese nails belong to.

All right.

Rest assured, I'll be the one
who'll find the murder weapon.

The inspector always brings me along
because I'm such a good hound!

That clause in the will
is an excellent motive.

Therefore, each of you
could be the murderer.

I'm sure the culprit will do his best
to lie his way out of my investigation.

Let it be clear, though,

that I won't leave this house
until I find the murderer.

So, you said you two spent
the night together?

That's right, Gloria spent the whole
night with me until six this morning.

You can believe me, Inspector.
I've no reason to lie to you.

Tony is right, Inspector. We spent
the night together till six.

I'm telling the truth.

I see.

Excuse me, Inspector?

I have a scheduled
appointment with my doctor.

I had to undergo some medical examinations
three days ago, as a matter of fact.

Very well, but make yourself
reachable at all times.

Boy, what a mess. How am I going
to find that damn murder weapon?

You're pretty quiet, aren't you? I feel
like I'm talking to myself all the time!

Whatever.

You know I always liked you, without
ever enquiring about your weird habits.

You know my loyalty to the family
is born out of my love for you all.

— A bit too much love, perhaps.
- I'm not ashamed of anything I've done.

I've never hidden it, and I've never cared
about your relatives' moral values!

Can you say the same?

Unfair question from someone who
knows me like you do, Simon.

I'd feel like suffocating if I
couldn't live life my own way.

THE MURDER WAS A PLOY TO FOOL THE
INVESTIGATION! SEARCH OUTSIDE THE VILLA!

It's a ruse, the culprit wants me to
focus the investigation somewhere else.

— When did you find that message?
— Last night, in the library.

I was in the library last night
but that message wasn't there.

Jeez, the face of that guy...

Let's not be deceived
by appearances.

It may look like we're apparently
dealing with a hapless murderer.

But such a large inheritance
is too obvious a motive.

Yes, we're actually dealing with a cunning
individual, far smarter than we think.

The inheritance is not the motive! Or,
to put it better, not the only one.

I have yet to unveil the other
reasons behind the crime.

Listen, Inspector, I don't
mind collaborating with you,

but I can't stand all these
speculations towards the Hiltons!

I understand your position, Thompson,
and I'd rather agree with you.

Unfortunately, the way this story is
untangling leaves me with no doubts.

If it had been a stranger, we'd be
unsure of the reason behind the crime.

The culprit would have killed the victim
in here, but why take such a risk?

That's right.

I hope you'll find the
murderer soon, Inspector.

Otherwise we'll keep
suspecting each other forever,

aside from the killer not
receiving a deserved punishment.

Well, Inspector, isn't it odd the
murder weapon hasn't been found yet?

We'll find it, don't worry.
We're searching everywhere.

— I'm sorry, but I'm a very busy man.
— I understand.

— Is that your car?
— Yes.

Don't leave town without
telling me first.

You know I haven't made much
progress in solving the case,

so my initial assessment about the
killer being one of you still stands.

Well, thanks for including me
among the suspects, I guess.

Anyway, I'm always at
your disposal, Inspector.

Always willing to help you
with the investigation.

In all fairness, though, I think
you're looking in the wrong place.

Perhaps.

I have a question concerning
that strange card, by the way.

Who might have sent
it, in your opinion?

Why so late?

Like all the other times?

I hope you'll like this music, the
selection isn't too varied here.

Poor Sir Thomas had
very peculiar tastes.

He loved classical music.

It was very akin
to his character.

If there's no further developments,
Inspector, it's pointless keeping us here.

What's your point? If you think it's
someone in this room, just tell us.

— Don't keep us on our toes.
— My cousin's right, you can't do this.

If you've got nothing concrete,
no clues, no evidence, then...

Then, what? I'm investigating
a murder case.

I can't show sympathy for any of
you, whether you like it or not.

I'm here to catch a killer, not to
keep you confined out of spite.

I have a strong feeling the
killer is in this room.

Here, amongst you.

I felt her knee touching mine...

I felt the impulse
of undressing her...

I craved to run my hands
over her soft skin...

I wanted to take her with
gentle, tender violence...

For an instant I noticed
she wanted it too.

I felt it was only a matter
of unleashing my impulses...

Renata looked at me with
intense, frightened eyes.

Her semi—open mouth was
letting out soft breaths...

She did nothing to escape
the tight grip of my hand.

She gave me a scared look,

but I didn't give her time
to think, nor understand.

I tore off her clothes right
before kissing her with passion...

I held her tight,

frantically feeling those perfectly
firm, round breasts of hers.

My fingers caressed her skin
gently, searching her sex.

You'd better stop reading our family
history or you'll arrest us all!

Don't give me that funny look.

We have plenty of ancestors
who fell afoul of the law,

or who maybe weren't that
fond of ethical values.

Take Sir Eric Hilton,
for instance,

who was a pirate with
rapist tendencies.

He killed his wife in her sleep,
using two Javanese nails.

He's got nothing on the real
pride of our family, though.

I'm talking about
Lord Conan Hilton.

You should read aunt Evelyn's
dissertation on him, believe me.

He was neither pirate or rapist.

We could say he was a
different breed of criminal.

He discovered a compound capable of
altering the cellular equilibrium.

Human cells, I mean, thus
altering one's features.

He could completely change the
appearance of any individual.

Very interesting, I'll
give it a read for sure.

This Lord Conan Hilton must
have been an outstanding guy,

with all his mutating
cells experiments.

It's been a long day for both
of us, we should get some rest.

Don't forget to
lock yourself in.

Better safe than sorry.

— Excuse me, Miss?
— Yes?

Why do you only sculpt human
subjects in erotic poses?

It's my specialty.

Be quiet, Twink y!

Darling...

— It's time we make a decision, darling.
— Be quiet, please.

— We must do it.
— Stop talking, Edward. It's not safe.

You're my love.

You jealous doggie!

"The murder was a ploy..."

"The murder was a ploy..."

Don't struggle. Keep quiet
and I won't hurt you.

Who are you?

The rings are missing.

— Who took them?
— I don't know. The inspector, maybe?

Good morning.

Well? You guys had
a pleasant night?

I had the worst nightmare,
I thought I was going mad.

Someone was chasing me in
the basement of the villa.

I tried to escape,

but then this pursuer started
bashing my skull with an iron club.

Well, well.

Would you care to tell me what you
were just talking about, Miss?

We finally found
the murder weapon.

It only takes a little patience, Marchi,
but even nightmares can become real.

Isn't that right, Miss?

You must trust me, Ann.

Your peace of mind is
very important to me.

You know I mean it.

I want you to be happy.

Most of all, I don't want you to
make any irreparable mistakes.

I'm your brother, Ann.

I'm the only person in the
whole world you can rely on.

The only one, Ann,
mark my words.

Johnny's always on your mind.

You keep thinking about him, but he'd
have never been the right man for you.

Yes, he died a horrible death, but
deep down we know he deserved it.

Marchi!

— Stay here, don't leave the villa.
— Yes, Inspector.

It's a crime that makes me
feel utterly indifferent.

Nat confessed he'd planned
to kill him before.

He just couldn't stand the idea
of anyone else being with Ann.

He had a morbid jealousy
for his sister.

I've never particularly liked
neither Johnny nor Nat.

They always annoyed
me, in all fairness.

— He used this entrance.
— And he went through the service door.

Nat is an odd guy.

You know, out of all of us he's the
only one I don't remember as a child.

It was tough news to bear...

But our family has always fought tragedies
and accusations with utmost dignity.

I'll try to help him, I hope I'll be
able to spare him a life sentence.

— He'll need a good lawyer.
- What a family. Look at Ann...

She always seemed the most level—headed
one, and now she crumbled without dignity.

Not to mention Lucy and her
inexplicable behavior.

I mean, she told the inspector about
those strange dreams of hers.

A bunch of nonsense. She never had
any character, that's for sure.

Her saving grace was telling the inspector
about Nat probably being the killer.

And she was very fond
of Nat, mind you.

I admit I'd have never
expected it from her.

It's not the same
thing, not at all...

There's a big difference between the old
guy and these young, so called, gentlemen.

Their crimes are a far cry from what
a real Hilton would have committed.

Yet, after all, it's still shaped
by their attitude to crime.

The inspector left thinking
he's solved the case.

How wrong he is.

I know for sure this is when things
will really start to go down.

You'll see.

I've pursued evil
throughout my entire life.

I was unconsciously attracted to and
fascinated by all that is perverse.

The wicked, venomous blood of the
Hiltons runs deep into my veins.

Cold, black and filled with horrors,
it gloriously flows inside me.

I'm like a goblet filled with
both darkness and light.

I hate the Hiltons with
immeasurable passion.

My greatest pride was giving birth
to a slithering creature...

whose act destroys
them down to the bone!

You're my creation, I've instilled in
you all of my decadent, evil teachings.

This is just a terrible, wicked game
whose cycle starts constantly over.

You are nothing but a being
without a will nor a soul.

A creature in which I've instilled
all my sinful, diabolical ways.

A being who will carry out
my most macabre desires.

Perfect.

A cognac, please.

— How much?
— 300 lire.

It's all coming to an end,

including all those memories I thought
spared me from my suffering and regrets.

Alas, it's not only
me who's passing.

I am, however, certain
of something.

The Hiltons will
soon be no more.

The shame upon our legendary
family name will be too much!

You asked too many questions.

It's time to die.

Don't scream if
you want to live.

Don't try to escape.

I'll make it pleasant, so pleasant
you'll feel you're about to die.

Come on, stop that.

Be quiet, I said!

Twink y!

Twink y, where are you going?

No! No...

Don't be scared, Susan.

— Who are you? — I'm not going
to hurt you, unless you make me.

Twink y didn't bark because
she recognized me.

I gave her to you, remember?

You?

Ingrid, open UP!

Open the door! Open it!

- What's wrong? What happened?
- Ingrid! Ingrid!

Ingrid! Ingrid!

I know who you really are! Your
trail of violence is finally over!

Murderer!

This way, let's go!

Ingrid!

Ingrid!

Ingrid!

Come on, hurry!

Ingrid!

No, don't shoot! No!

No, Ingrid...

No!

Why...

Why...

Take me away, Edward,
I implore you.

Let's go, Susan.

Come on.

Subtitled by Francesco Massaccesi