All language subtitles for La pelle sotto gli artigli vostf

Midday.

It'll only take a few minutes to explain
this, then I'll let you go, okay?

This is the body of a patient who
died in our clinic this morning...

I did everything I could but
I couldn't save him.

Death ... caused by heart failure,
occurred an hour ago.

Obviously, the heart has
stopped beating...

and in some organs there is
already evidence of putrefaction.

But there are some organs that
continue to function...

during this process of cellular
deconstruction.

So, we can say with absolute
certainty...

that some of these organs ...
still haven't been affected.

By which I mean ... they are
not yet biologically dead.

Even without a constant
supply of blood...

some organs retain their
entire structure...

even if it's only for a
limited time.

If we could harvest these
organs quickly enough...

and keep them in a
special biological solution...

we could conserve their potential
functionality for a certain period.

Let's say ... even up to
quarter of a century,

ready to use when they are
required to save someone's life.

The era of transplants already
started some years ago...

but what we need is a reserve of
organs ready to be transplanted.

In summary, a very real
organ bank.

I believe that in the not
too distant future...

we could rebuild the human body
substituting all the various organs.

Yes, really.
Not too different...

from what we do now
with automobiles.

When that day comes we can truly say
we will have beaten time and death.

Perhaps even destroyed
the biological equilibrium?

A guy passes in his car,
he slows down, doesn't stop...

I say, "Hey, are you passing
by without stopping?"

He says; "No, follow me,
and tell me the price."

Here's another one. You go.
The last one tired me out.

Hi. Want to spend
a little money?

Just by looking at you I can tell
you've got a lot of money.

Are you a pimp for a big racket?
Don't be offended!

I just said that because I can
see you're a proper gentleman.

Great. I really like this music.
I'm in heaven tonight.

I think this will be
my last trip today.

I only want to be...
alone with you.

Come on. Let me see
what colour your eyes are.

I'll show you what colour
my knickers are.

They make you drip with
anticipation, don't they?

Not too much touching.
You haven't paid yet!

Do you like me?

You're cute.

You look like an actor.
What do you do?

Handsome guy,
can't you speak?

If you tell me what you do,
I'll tell you what I do.

Now where are you taking me?
Let me guess ...

We're going to your place to
see your butterfly collection.

Naughty boy!

Doctor Pieri.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

I want to thank you.
I'll work the nightshift tonight.

Heavens, no.
I was happy to do it.

Besides, it was quiet.
I slept all night.

-How are you feeling?
-Not well, my liver still hurts.

I don't buy it.
You're exaggerating.

No, I'm so lonely.

Can I invite you
for a meal?

-What do you say?
-It's a great idea.

Anything to get me
away from the TV.

I'm glad you accept.

-What should I call you?
-Call me Silvia, it's simpler.

Fine, Silvia.
My name's Gianni.

I'm going to see
a painter friend.

-Do you want to come with me?
-Sure.

Hi, Goffredo.
See? I kept my promise...

-I came to see you, with a friend.
-My inspiration!

-This is Dani, a colleague.
-It's a pleasure.

This is Goffredo Tripiro,
the superman of colour.

Great. Well,
since you're here...

I'd like your opinion
on my latest painting.

Don't be afraid to criticise.
I can take it.

Very well.
-Have a seat.

Make some space.
Excuse me.

You see, in my
opinion, doctor

you and I have some
things in common.

You study nature,
and cure people.

But I try to
beautify nature,

transforming it into
shapes and colours...

Yes...
They soften the roughness.

Excuse me, but why do you have
these two girls as models...

then paint something else?
-It's simple, doctor...

These two gracious girls represent
nature to me...

In fact, they are nature. They
inspire my shapes, colours, forms...

Like that great mass of moving
water in that painting...

Or the raging fire in that
other one.

Let's say I collect this
inspiration...

...and develop it within
my imagination...

...independent of the feelings
I have in that moment.

Inspiration is important to me.
I don't want to reproduce nature.

A magnificent concept,
just like your paintings.

I told you, Gianni,
he's an exceptional painter.

Ok, girls.
You can go.

I'll see you tomorrow
at the same time.

See them out.
-This way, please.

He's a master painter.
-Don't exaggerate.

Yes, Silvia's right.

Now ... we can be alone here.

Yes, but just five minutes.

Okay.

Yes? Police.
We'll be right there.

Please repeat the number.

Hello.
What did you say?

A woman?

Yes, car 21,
message received.

Stay calm and don't leave.
Where are you?

Yes, right away.
-Attention. Attention...

Emergency.
Calling all cars in Eur.

A woman has been found dead
near the Three Fountains.

Give me the keys, I'll drive.
Let's go, quickly.

Don't let anyone near.
Search the area.

All the way to the road.
Spread out.

Have you questioned them?
-No.

-Prepare a statement.
-Of course.

Question them,
and tell them...

...not to leave the city.
Under any circumstances.

Has the magistrate arrived?
-No.

Then call him.
He needs to get here right away.

Arrighi, listen...

Arrested for the first time
five years ago...

She worked the area around
Ponte Emilio...

...at viale Tor di Quinto.

Twenty eight, she was known
by the name of 'Terri'.

Her real name was Giovanna Proietti.
She was born in Terni.

Married.
Separated from her husband.

A five-year-old son
in school.

A single wound with a sharp
instrument to the stomach...

It cut straight through
the abdominal area.

Have you finished?

It sounds like a sermon.
Show me the post mortem report.

What a way to go,
poor thing.

Be careful, doctor Dani...

It's the most delicate part
of the operation.

Don't worry. With a teacher
like you I can't go wrong.

A single blow from a
sharp instrument...

...struck with well-aimed
precision.

The weapon must have
been ... a long razor,

well sharpened.
Probably a pocket knife.

Any signs of intercourse?
-I believe so...

The murderer may not have
been her first customer.

Cigarette?
-No thanks, I have a pipe.

We're obviously dealing
with a sex maniac.

But what's strange is that...

we found traces of skin
under her fingernails...

But it's decomposed skin.

We found other pieces on various
parts of her body.

For example, on her neck,
around her shoulders...

on her chest, her abdomen,
and on her legs.

I've asked for immediate
laboratory testing.

In so many years I've never
encountered such a strange case.

And I want to get to the
bottom of it.

Yes?
-It's Gianni. Are you ready?

Give me another 15 minutes.
-I'll wait in the car.

No, come up.
-Okay.

Can you open
the door, please.

Will you help me.
Zip me up.

What's wrong?
I don't bite.

Sorry, I'm just a little shy,
and nervous.

Don't talk rubbish.
Someone like you...

Being so scared?
No, I can't believe it.

But it's true.
-Look, I want to have fun tonight.

Of course,
yes, yes.

To start with,
let's just be direct.

I don't want to be the serious
doctor Pieri tonight.

I'm just a woman called Silvia going
out with her friend, Gianni.

Understood?
-I agree.

Let's try not to be so formal.
-Listen, Silvia...

I'll decide where we go,
if you don't mind?

We're going to a restaurant
by the sea.

It's a modest place but
the food is good.

Why do you wear sunglasses?
-I don't like to be recognised.

I'm joking. You know I don't
like bright lights.

Well, even so, but...
if you ask me...

You look a lot better without them.
-Don't say that, I might believe you.

You've only been part of professor
Helmut's team for a short while...

and you've already brightened
things up. Or is it just me?

Slowly, Gianni,
it's only our first date.

Would you be disappointed
to have brightened things up?

I don't know.
We'll see.

These are close-ups of the skin
found under the nails of the dead body.

The signs of decomposition
are evident.

Listen, tell me the results
of the research.

Sure, sure.

I need to report to the chief.
-It's all in here.

It's late.
It's already nine.

It doesn't matter. The chief is
waiting for me in his office.

Goodnight
-Bye.

Hello?
Tell me, doctor.

What do you mean?

This might seem
absurd, but ...

from the results of the
examination of the deceased,

it would appear that before
the woman died...

she was hugged...

by a corpse in an advanced
state of decomposition.

What? My goodnes, doctor.
Don't talk rubbish.

How is that possible?
I mean, really. It's absurd.

Don't mention decomposed
corpses again.

The living are quite enough
to deal with as it is.

I don't believe a decaying corpse
visits prostitutes and kills them.

Send out an all-points-bulletin.

See if any dead bodies
have disappeared.

No, Silvia, there's nothing
strange about it.

You know, man has always
tried to better himself.

To make continuous progress.
No one can stop this.

Professor Helmut is right.
One day, not far from now,

science will be able to perform
great miracles...

Death will be beaten, and man
won't be afflicted with illness.

Humans will be able to live forever.
-No, Gianni.

What you say isn't right.
Our task is to help people live.

Not to interfere with the
balance of life and death.

We can't extend life indefinitely.
The world would remain static.

We'd all like
to live forever.

But we wouldn't want anyone
else to share this life with us.

When we travel on a crowded train,
we don't want anyone to get on.

In fact, we'd like people to get off.

Life is a miracle...

But so is death.

To hear about man living
for all eternity...

It would be like creating a
world of the living dead.

I'll take you home.

Hello.

May I speak to Cinzia?
Yes, thank you.

She dances well,
doesn't she?

There's a call for you.
-Thank you.

It must be him.
Doctor Gianni.

Hello?

I haven't seen you for
a few days.

Okay.

Do you feel lonely?
Okay, I'll come to you.

Why not at your place?
Oh, that's a long way.

Okay, doctor.
I'll be there shortly.

Bye.
Yes.

It was him but now he lives far away.
It's good thing I brought my car.

Yes?

Gianni.

But there was no need to call.

You don't need to worry,
it was a lovely meal.

Yes, we could've danced,
let our hair down a bit.

But you take things
too seriously.

Yes.
Don't worry.

But there's always
another time.

Goodnight, Gianni.

Anyone home?
Hey?

Hey?
Anyone here?

Doctor. Doctor!
Please answer me.

Doctor? Doctor?
-Cinzia.

Welcome.
-You scared me.

Why?

Look, I'm sweating.

I'll make it up to you.

Thanks, you're always so kind.
-Come.

Do you like it, Cinzia?
-This house is very big.

And now you live here, all alone?
-Yes, what's so strange?

After all, I don't need anyone to
help me with my work.

Every now and then I call someone
to tidy the house.

I manage okay.

But now you're here,
and I'm much happier.

And you?
-You know I like anything to do with sex.

Come closer.

You know I like you, even if you...
-I, what?

-You're strange.
-Get undressed.

-Why?
-Because I like to look at you.

It's true, I can't get enough.
But you're a pervert.

That's not true.
I'm not a pervert.

I just like to
look at you.

Also from a professional
point of view.

As you wish.

It doesn't matter why, but
I just like to be looked at.

I was in a strip club
when you called...

It turned me on.
If you hadn't called me...

I would've made love to
my friend, Barbara.

I enjoy making love to women.

You see, doctor. I like
anything to do with sex...

...you too?
-Yes... immensely.

Your skin is so soft...

-Yes?
-Professor Helmut, it's Dani...

I'm coming up.

It pleases me to know you carry
out this kind of research.

And I hope you can help me
with my studies...

...regarding life, death and
all of its mysteries.

I've been working on this problem
for many years.

It's a fascinating subject,
believe me.

I've made important discoveries
that have led me to conclusions...

...that I'm scared of.

Yet in spite of this...

I want to continue so I can delve
deeper into the mechanism of life.

I've carried out many experiments on
baboons in the last few years.

I extracted their brains which
I kept alive with a pump...

and kept them alive in a solution
I know how to prepare.

That's when I began a series
of transplants.

I took the bodies of stupid but
well-formed baboons...

and replaced them with heads
from more intelligent baboons.

Professor, do you think it's
possible that one day...

we might be able to rebuild a
man on the operating table?

To substitute his brain.
Yes, transplant it.

For example, replacing the
brain of a criminal...

with that of a man who
is perfectly normal.

Or create a 'superman'.
-It's hard to escape this temptation.

In fact, I was scared,
and I still am...

Scientists are prone to making
hasty decisions...

Often in an inhumane manner.

I want to be more of a doctor
than a scientist.

How did your baboons react
after the transplant?

They lived long enough, doctor.

They had the same reactions,
the same stimulations...

...as other normal living animals.

As death approached
the skin started to decompose...

The eyes stopped working.
Only one organ survived to the end.

The brain, Dr. Dani.

I know these theories can also
be applied to humans.

My heart is old and tired, and I'd like
to perform this experiment on myself.

But who would do the operation?
I would like to choose you.

Okay?

Porter.
-Eh? Coming.

Take this.
It's for you.

Take my luggage and wait for me
on the platform for the train to Paris.

-Sure.
-Wait near the first carriage.

Okay.
Yes, sir.

I'm going to make a call.
Then I'll join you.

Right.

What the ...?
The train's leaving.

It always happens to me.

Damn it.

Just look at this.

I don't get it.
You're a bunch of fools...

Have you traced the taxi driver
and the porter?

I can't leave
for a minute.

We've sent out
a report.

I have to do
everything myself.

Yes?
What is it?

Then bring him here!

We've found the porter.
- Ah, good.

The suitcases?
-Forensics took them.

It's me.
Have they signed the custody form?

Go on, go on!

Yes, the suitcases from
the station. Send them to me.

Here, inspector,
this is the statement.

Do you still need me?
-No, you can go.

No.

Keep them waiting.

As soon as I've spoken to the
Porter, I'll talk to the press.

I'll hold a press conference.

Keep an eye on the temperature.
Let me know if it rises.

Good morning.
-I want to talk to you.

Keep me informed about
the temperature.

-Yes.
-Gianni, how are you?

We haven't seen each
other since we went out.

What happened?
Did you lock yourself away?

It would only be fair if
I could make it up to you.

But if you don't hate me too much,
I can do it again?

You mean 'we' can do it again?
Don't I count?

Listen, Silvia.
It's Saturday tomorrow...

And we don't have to be back
here till Monday.

I don't know what to say.
-You're always the same...

I'll continue.
Shall we spend the weekend together?

That's what I wanted to say.
-And where will you take me...

... doctor?
-To the seaside.

To Cicceo.
We'll leave tomorrow morning.

What do you say?
Let's do it.

-I adore the sea.
-Good.

Keep walking.

I needed a drink after
what I've seen.

Okay, you can say it all
to the inspector.

What's all that noise?
-The porter's here.

Bring him in.
-Good evening.

Sit down.

I'm at your disposal.

I finished three
hours early tonight.

He's a little drunk,
inspector.

You like wine?
-A little.

Every now and then.

I'm almost teetotal.
-Sure, of course.

Inspector, you know...

What's your name?
Family name? Birthday?

Remo Belli.
first name Oreste...

I was born in Rome,
27th September 1922.

And I live in Via...

Delle Allodole, 22.

Now you have to tell
me everything.

Yes, sure.
It was six thirty...

Twenty minutes before the
train left for Paris.

this guy got out of a taxi with
two large suitcases.

Really heavy.

He gave me 5000 lire,

and he asked me to wait for him on
the platform for the train to Paris.

I waited for him.
The train left...

...and he didn't show up.
So...

I went to a guard and explained
what happened.

He told me to take the suitcases
to a police station...

...where they opened them
and they saw...

Inspector, please.
...a woman!

Cut to pieces.
Dead!

What did this guy look like?

Well,
he was elegant...

Not fat, not thin.

Not short, or tall.

There's one thing I remember
clearly...

He had these big dark glasses.
I remember because...

I could see myself when I
spoke to him.

All distorted.
He looked a bit like you.

Yes, yes.
He looked like you.

What is it? Ok, good.
-Looks like him.

Take him next door and
get a statement.

Let's go. Let's go.
-Take him next door.

Maybe it was him at the station, inspector!
-Knock it off. Let's go.

Is that you, Gianni?
-Hi, I'll wait.

I'll be right there.

Do you want to drive?
-No thanks, this car is too fast for me.

As you wish.

Don't drive so fast.
I'm scared.

Come on, slow down.

We've put the body back
together.

Unfortunately, the face is
unrecognisable.

And some organs are missing...

Brain, heart, lungs and back.

My God.
They emptied him.

It was a professional job, a surgeon
couldn't have done it any better.

And the way he was sectioned,
I'd say it was done perfectly.

It's not the first time we've seen
a body chopped to pieces...

But this has a
professional touch.

A professional touch.
A surgeon couldn't have done it better.

Any marks,
any clues?

Well, in the stomach there are
traces of dessert and whisky.

Digested shortly
before death.

Which occurred, presumably, somewhere
between Thursday and Friday.

Perhaps at dawn on Friday,
thirty six hours ago.

It's Saturday today.
She was drugged with LSD.

She was still alive when she
was dismembered.

Although she would've
been unconscious.

It's monstrous.
-Right, the work of a madman.

How old was the victim?

Wait, I don't remember.
It's written here...

22 to 25 years old.

She had had sex before
she was killed.

There's something unusual
here as well...

Traces of flesh under her
fingernails ... but it's decomposed.

What did you say?
-The same as the other victim.

Again here, traces of
decomposed flesh.

It doesn't seem real spending
the weekend with you.

I'm not very modern,
I'm too old fashioned.

But I'm both modern and
anti-conformist.

You have the power to make
me feel embarrassed.

We doctors have to be like
psychologists...

But I don't think I am.

Perhaps I say things I should never
say to a woman like you.

Want to smoke?
-You read my mind!

That you wanted to smoke?
-I'll put it in my lips, like you did...

It will be like kissing you.
-Yes, you are old fashioned.

Romantic even.
And you don't ask for much.

Silvia, have you ever been in love?

I was three years old. There
was a boy collecting shells.

He said, "Why don't you
collect shells, like me..."

"It's fun collecting shells."

I started happily enough,
but I soon got bored.

And that's how it ended.
And you?

Twelve years old, Mirella,
my first kiss...

Then I fell in love with my books,
so all I did was study...

They called me 'bookworm'.
-And now?

Now you're here.
-Watch what you say, Gianni.

But why?

I might take it a declaration of your
love and you'd have no way back.

Perhaps that's what I want.

Well, it's not like we have an
adventurous past behind us.

I don't have any regrets.
-Let's stop this serious talk.

Let's try to be happier.

Sorry, Maurizio.
I'll be quick...

The bath is ready.
-I know...

It's always the same with you.
Always. You're never ready.

Twenty minutes and we'll go.

We're late anyway.
-Not now...

Cinzia might come back.

Don't follow me to the bathroom
We'll end up in the bedroom.

...and ... goodbye appointment.

Read the newspaper
while you wait.

Thanks.
-Come on...

You can forgive me when
we come back.

Take off your shoes if you're
going to read on the bed...

Cinzia says it's bad luck.

By the way, you know Cinzia hasn't
been home for two days...

It's strange.
She usually tells me.

We went out on Thursday.
She got a call and disappeared.

Where did she go?
-Cinzia told me...

She went to see her doctor,
out in the middle of nowhere.

Look, they found a woman's dismembered
body in two suitcases.

Cinzia.
-What about her?

You have some funny ideas.
-Not now, Maurizio.

I can lock the front door.
-Don't joke around...

I'm worried about Cinzia.
-Cinzia!

I want to go to the police.

Inspector.
-Good morning.

Let me help you.
-Do you have the address?

Yes, Inspector.
-Then let's go.

Sugar?
-One, please.

That's all, Gianni?
-I never have more.

I get it. You like your coffee bitter
because you have a sweet life.

In this moment, yes.

Now let's dance.

Will you grant me this dance, doctor?
-Certainly.

You're a charmer, Gianni.

The house by the sea,
lunch, dinner...

Music.

All this to win a girl's heart.
-Whom I love.

Don't say such things, Gianni.

Are you sure this is the place?
-Yes, yes.

I'm looking for Barbara Coletti.
Thanks.

So, miss Barbara, tonight you reported
at the station your friend missing.

They told me about it, so I'm here
to ask you few simple questions.

Let's see.
When did you last see your friend?

On Thursday.
We went to a strip joint.

We were meant to meet some
friends but they were late.

At around midnight...

she got a call,
and left.

Didn't she tell you anything?
- (girl) I'm very worried.

Where she was going?

She said she was "going to hell".
Ah, indeed.

What?
-Nothing, nothing.

Is this a photo of your friend?
-Yes.

Is it a recent picture?
-It was taken two weeks ago.

I think.

Cinzia was 22 years old.
-Yes.

I'll take this,
if you don't mind?

Now tell me what you
know about her?

There isn't much to say. She didn't
like to talk about her past.

She didn't keep in contact
with her family.

She wanted to be independent.
She was a bit naive.

But she wasn't easy going,
I can assure you.

Sorry, was she your girlfriend?
-No.

Maurizio is with me.
-Sure.

Is your friend seeing someone?
-No, I don't think so.

Does Cinzia use this scent?
-Yes, it's 'Sortilege'.

Did your friend ever talk to you
about any particular marks...

like recent scars,
or anything else?

Sure, she had a little scar
on her right cheek,

and a mole on her right breast.
-And?

I don't think there was anything else.
-Think carefully.

She told once, when she was a kid...
-What?

She had an operation.
-What kind of operation?

Appendicitis, I think.
But I'm not sure.

Tell the medical officer.
- All right.

We might be on the right path.
-I agree.

Do you like music?
It's like making love.

It's a way to serenade you.

Silvia, it feels like
I've known you forever.

My love.
-Love is a serious thing, Gianni.

It's late, inspector.

I know, my friend.
It's a shit job.

And the public hates us.

It stinks of smoke in here.

There are millions of people
sleeping peacefully,

and others having fun,
while we're stuck here.

They enjoy themselves

while we're busting our balls.

Shit, what kind of life is this?

Tacchoni!

What time is it?
-Eleven.

Call the medical officer.
He should've...

That might be him.

Yes?
One moment...

You were right,
it's the medical officer.

Thanks.
Yes?

I understand.
A mole under the right breast.

An old scar from an operation she
had to remove her appendix.

Thanks.

The body of the woman who was
chopped up has a name...

Cinzia Rocchi.

It's a start.
Let's go.

You know, doctor...

With all my modernity and
my refusal to conform...

I feel like I'm being old-fashioned...

And decidedly romantic.
-Take it...

Our love, Silvia...

...was born today.

I was born today as well.

I love you.

Yes?
It's me.

What?

When?
Okay.

I'll leave right away.
I'll be there soon.

What's going on, Gianni?

Was it the clinic?

Yes.
Professor Helmut is dead.

Good evening, doctor.
-Good evening.

I hope it's ok I let myself in.
-No, no - you did the right thing.

How did it happen?
-Professor Helmut had a heart attack.

You'll have to sign the
death certificate.

Where is his body?
-At the mortuary.

Poor professor Helmut.
He was so nice.

He used to say:
"You're like a rainbow..."

"You have all the colours of youth,
brimming with life.

"Even a dead person could
absorb your vitality."

These words, spoken with his usual
simplicity, really got to me.

I'll never forget them.

Science has lost one of its most
important role models.

Professor Helmut was a scientist,
a genius, perhaps.

He felt that the last miracle, as he
loved to define death, was close.

I talked to him at length
about his discovery.

What discovery?
-An important discovery...

...that even scared him.
He had beaten death!

But how?

Professor Helmut said life and
death were the greatest gift.

He carried out experiments
on baboons.

Having beaten both death and time,
his results were astonishing.

Do you understand? My theories had
been carried out on animals.

But not ... on humans.

No. No, Gianni.
It's monstrous.

We just need to apply his discoveries...

to give him his life back.
-No, it's inhuman.

The murderer, or murderers who
killed this Cinzia Rocchi are the same.

We need to trace everyone who came
into contact with both victims.

Right.

Inspector, Professor Helmut's body
has disappeared from the clinic.

This as well?
Go to hell.

It's not enough that
living people disappear...

now dead bodies
are disappearing.

Have faith, inspector.
You'll see, we'll find them alive.

Fool.

Silvia. Silvia,
don't be like this.

I'm scared, Gianni.
I'm frightened.

I understand.

The disappearance of professor
Helmut's body has shaken us all up.

Maybe more than his death.

But it's absurd.
Monstrous.

Monstrous? Why don't you say
what you're thinking?

I understand your tears.

You think it was I who
took professor Helmut's body,

to give him his life back. You've
got it wrong. Completely wrong.

Yes, it's true.
His discoveries intrigued me.

But not enough to make me insane.
-Why didn't you tell inspector Rinaldi

that just a few days ago
professor Helmut...

had talked to you about
his tremendous discoveries?

Yes, his tremendous discoveries!

Then the inspector would've thought
the same thing you're thinking.

Hello?
-Dr. Dani?

Who is this?
- Naldi.

Good evening.

Listen, Dr. Dani, I need you.

What is this about?
-Just some information.

Okay, I'll wait for you.
-Could you come to the station?

I'm quite busy, inspector.
-Perhaps you're watching the match?

I'm sorry but this Sunday has
been ruined for everyone.

Okay, I'll come.
-Thanks, I'll wait for you.

The taxi driver's statement
is clear enough.

He received the call via
his radio...

Listen up, I remember clearly.

"Go to Via Della Tecnica, 21."

And it just so happens that Dr. Dani
lives on Via Della Tecnica, 21.

It might be a coincidence.
-Hm.

The fact that Cinzia Rocchi
was mutilated...

by an expert,
as the doctor said...

is it another coincidence?

Then we'll confront Dani with
the taxi driver and the porter.

Come in.

These are the files of all the
people who work in the clinic.

And professor Helmut's.

Thanks.
-You're welcome.

Listen to this, Tacchoni.

Professor Helmut, 63.

He came to Italy in 1952,
from Venezuela...

There's no other information
about his past.

As soon as he arrived in Italy...

He opened a clinic 'Villa Carla',
owner and manager.

No family in Italy or elsewhere.
Interesting.

Doctor Giovanni Dani, 32,
born in Rome...

Studied in Berlin.

You get it?
-I get it.

Listen, run a background check
on Ernest Helmut.

Sure.

I want to know when and
where he graduated.

And alert Interpol.
-Very well, inspector.

Get the taxi driver and
the porter here...

Let's see if they
recognise Dani.

For tomorrow morning.
-Very good.

Hello? Yes.
It's me.

Doctor, my wife is very ill.
Please come right away.

You treated her at the clinic.
-Her name? Oh.

Reassure your wife.

Okay, I'll come straight over.
I'll call a taxi and -

Okay, what time will
they pick me up?

Okay.
That's fine.

Yes?
-Doctor Pieri?

Yes, have you come to get me?
-Yes, doctor.

Engineer Macchi sent me.
-Okay, I'll be right there.

Damn it.
Those vandals.

Look where they
dumped the car.

I'd like to know how they got
it down there?

We'll need specialist equipment
for this.

God damn them.
-I'm going to call the cops.

Hey, do you think there's
someone inside?

Yes?
It's you Dr. Dani.

What can I do for you?

How do you know?

She didn't come to work
this morning?

Have you been to her home?

And the housekeeper?
She didn't see her leave.

Do you want to report
her missing?

It just seems a little
early to me.

She may have argued with
her boyfriend.

I get it.
She's seeing you.

Okay, I'll meet you here.
Bye.

Tacchoni.
Come here.

Inspector,
a telegram.

A body has been found in an advanced
state of decomposition.

It's at the morgue.

Was it just like the others?
-I don't know, I...

Inspector, they found Cinzia's
car in the Tiber.

I don't understand anything
anymore.

We still haven't performed
the post mortem.

But after a preliminary examination,
it's very strange.

This is the body of a woman who
died a few months ago.

The post mortem will prove that.
But what's strange...

Look at the eyes...

They aren't the eyes of a body
reduced to this state.

They're from a person who
died a few days ago.

When will you perform the post mortem?
-I'm not sure.

It depends on the magistrate.
I'm waiting for authorisation.

Keep me informed.
-Okay.

Dr. Dani, you only met Dr. Pieri
a few months ago.

You went out on a date
last Saturday...

And it's only Monday today.

It's quite early to be worried.

You know how women are.

If you ask me,
I don't know...

could it be be
a former lover...

who's keeping her busy.
Is that possible?

Please help me, inspector, I beg you.
I'm worried.

I can only help you if you report
Dr. Pieri's disappearance.

I'd like to report Dr. Pieri's
disappearance.

It may seem strange, but unless
it's official I can't do anything.

Yes, I understand.
I'm sorry to disturb you.

Go next door and ask for
Brigadiere Caputo, he'll help you.

Thanks.

Dr. Dani, please come back and
see me when you're done.

Okay, okay.

Brigadiere Caputo?
Start the investigation...

I'm warning you, don't leave
him alone for a minute.

Is he ready for questioning?
Have the taxi driver and porter arrived?

Take care of it.

The car was found without
any number plates.

They must have been removed
to conceal the owner.

But we still traced him,
quite by chance...

Yes, a stroke of luck.

They tore off the insurance sticker.
It had been stuck down with tape.

But there was still a fragment
of the sticker left behind...

with the number on it.
-Okay.

So we traced the owner via
the insurance company.

Very good. Anything else?
-Well, there's...

There are some dents
at the back...

It looks like it hit a wall.
It looks recent.

The words 'D.R. Germoglio Colonna' were
written on the side in lipstick.

Thank you very much.
-Let's go.

'D' 'R' , it could
mean 'Doctor'.

Exactly.
'Doctor'.

She was dismembered by a doctor.

However, 'Doctor Germoglio'...

'Colonna' could also be a surname,
but 'Germoglio' isn't a name.

Could you imagine someone actually
being called 'Germoglio'?

It might be a place...

'Colonna Square'
'Colonna tunnel'

Tacchoni, hurry...

Send this message to all the
police stations in Rome...

Ask them if
they know what...

'D.R. Germoglio Colonna' means?

Do it now.
-Okay.

Any news about Dr. Pieri?
-Nothing yet.

Silvia is quite responsible.
She wouldn't disappear like that.

Without saying anything.
She would have let us know she's ok.

Her silence,
her absence...

There must be something
that caused it.

Dr. Dani, I think...

That at this point we need
to speak frankly.

I suspected you for some time
but you've been cleared.

You know, lately...

Two young women have
been murdered...

One of whom was sliced up
by an expert...

Maybe by a surgeon?

Then there's the disappearance
of professor Helmut's corpse.

And now the discovery of
another woman's body.

Couldn't it be...
-No, don't worry.

This woman died a few
months ago...

She's in an advanced state
of decomposition.

But her eyes look like they're
from a woman who died...

...just a few hours before we
found the body.

Where is it?
May I see it?

Sure, that's not a problem.

The post mortem is in an hour.

Do you want to assist?
-Yes.

I have authorisation for
you as well.

From a scientific point of view,
it's all very surprising.

Right, but from a human point
of view, it's terrible.

It was a corpse that was
still alive.

Its metabolism was kept alive
with a cocktail of drugs

that are scientifically surprising.

Inspector, I need to talk to you.
-Mm.

She's not reacting.

She has a negative will.

It's only a physical reaction.

Her will is against it.

Why didn't you tell me she went
to see professor Helmut?

I was scared you'd accuse me of
stealing the professor's body.

I just heard they managed
to locate Villa Germoglio...

It's in the Colonna area,
about 20km from Rome.

I'm going straight there and I hope
I'll have some good news for you.

Slower.

Stop.

Catch me.

Oop-la.

Let's play hide and seek.
-Okay.

51, 52, 53, 54, 55...

...79, 80.

No, help! No!

It's Fabrizia.
Let's get Dad.

Help.

Son of a bitch!

Daddy, leave him.
No!

I'll kill you.
Pervert.

I'll kill him.
Fabrizia!

What did he do to you?

Stay here.
Wait here.

I'm going to kill
that bastard ... pervert!

Son of a bitch!

Who's that woman?
-She's Dr. Pieri.

Show her you'll do anything for me.

Stop it.

Not death, but love.
I am life. I am death.

You're life. You're death...

You're life. You're death.
You're life. You're death.

You're...

Monster!
- I am life. I am death.

The walking girl is dead.
To keep her metabolism running...

she needs the life blood
of a living being.

Soon she's coming to you, Silvia.

Monster, monster.

Your survival,
your breath...

Your spasms.
It's your life blood.

No, monster.

Professor Helmut!

You must collaborate with me.
-No, never.

...in the Colonna area, Inspector.

No, her father saved her.
It was a man in his 60's...

A maniac.
-He might be the man we're looking for.

Yes. Yes, send some cars there.
And speak up.

I'll see you at Villa Germoglio.
Bye.

Get up.

Come, Silvia.

Monster.
Let go of me.

I've always recorded all
my experiments.

I was a young medical official
when I went to Berlin

with the expedition troop
from South Africa.

It was 1945.

I was in an enquiry committee
to investigate Nazi atrocities.

Namely, they used prisoners for
medical and surgical experiments.

I was petrified with horror.

Then, slowly, I realised.
I became affected by their ideas.

I had in my hands the notes and
reports of a German doctor colonel.

I kept them.

Then I found out that life can stay.
No horrible torture could erase life.

I went to Venezuela to continue my study,
using local Indians for experiments.

And now, I'm about to
perform my masterpiece...

The breeding of life between a
living woman... and a dead man.

And you're meant
for this experiment.

My target is the breeding
between two dead beings.

So, even if all one day a nuclear explosion
were to destroy all humanity,

we can still preserve a dead
specimen able to breed!

In a moment you must turn right.
Go faster! Faster!

You're mine, Silvia.

With one of those dead bodies,
you will create new life!

Don't move!

I don't want to!
Leave me alone!

And now the breeding!

Go away!

Enough!

It's Inspector Rinaldi.
What is it now?

The other patrols have almost caught up.
-Fine, we'll go on ahead.

He's down there.
Step on it.

Professor Helmut.
Damn him.

We were just in time.
He was about to kill her.

What a lunatic.
-A lunatic, and a criminal.

It's okay, lady.
You're safe now.

The nightmare is over now.

Put it out of your mind.

Inspector, there's one thing
I don't understand...

I just can't rationalise it....

Why did the taxi driver say the
man with the suitcases...

Yes, with the woman cut to pieces,
had got in at Via Della Tecnica, 21?

That man was professor Helmut.
-But why get a taxi outside my house?

Because he hated you.

Didn't you ever think professor Helmut
may have been in love with your fiancée?

We found some photos of
his wife in his safe...

His wife died during a
bombing raid...

Yes, towards the end of the war.

Silvia looks just like her.

On some of the photos he
had written...

'Helga will live again in Silvia.'

He was insane.

It's a shame he didn't put his
research to good use.

The case is over now.
Let's try to forget about it.

Well, I'll leave you alone.

Syliva. Doctor.
- Goodbye.

Finally, we can think about
ourselves...

It's all over now.

I am life.
I am death.