All language subtitles for Nine.Guests.for.a.Crime.1977_track4_eng

What a gorgeous sight.

Every time I return to this island I
find it even more beautiful and wild.

- Don't you agree?
- We all agree with you, Dad.

Thing is, you keep
saying it every year.

Don't taunt the old man.

You should know it upsets him.

- Michele?
- Yes, Aunt?

Don't forget my rifles
when we arrive.

Of course, but what are you
going to do with them?

I intend to go hunting.

Oh, but that would
be absurd, Auntie!

There are no birds
to hunt this season.

Coming to this rocky island to get bored
out of our minds is just so idiotic.

Why did you come with us, then?

Don't play dumb, you know
too well they forced me to.

You're gonna miss your
lovers, admit it.

Why don't you think about all the
times you betrayed your hubby, dear?

- Where are we docking?
- The berth near the villa.

Isn't it dangerous?

The seabed is six meters deep.
Don't worry, we're perfectly safe.

My voices told me that we
should have delayed our trip.

My voices tried to warn me!

"Don't go, Patrizia! Don't go!"

There goes the witch again.

Blood! Blood!

I see blood everywhere!

Something terrible will soon
befall upon us, I can feel it!

The stone cold touch of death
will freeze our hearts.

Our souls will be vanquished!

- Vanquished by the darkest of pits!
- Calm down.

You're getting too worked up, go
below deck and get some rest.

You don't believe me,
but you will regret it!

Your sister is
absolutely deranged.

Be kind to her. You're
my wife, after all.

I wish you'd remember that more often,
unless that's asking too much of you.

I'd like to ask you something, as long as
it won't cause your usual epileptic fit.

Shoot.

- Your father has become a senile old man.
- Cut it out.

For how much longer are we
supposed to do as he wishes?

I told you I don't like
talking about this.

Don't raise your
voice and calm down.

As for your father, either we move
away from him or I want a divorce.

You know I can't stand him, and
you should hate him as well.

But you're too much of a
hypocrite to admit it.

- That's enough now.
- Yeah, sure.

I just want to add that it's his
fault that you ended up like this.

- Ended up like what?
- You're an abulic being.

Spineless and without
a hint of willpower.

You always found it extremely
convenient having a husband like me.

Preposterous, you know I'd have liked a
different kind of man right from the start.

Nonsense, nothing but nonsense.

The actual truth is different.

- You were only interested in my wealth.
- Don't be vulgar.

I did everything in my power
to turn you into a real man.

It's not my fault
it didn't work.

Well, that doesn't give you a
pass to mock me all the time.

You'll become a real man the day
your father dies, mark my words.

Be careful what you wish for, because
that day will be the end of you!

Why don't you get ready?

I say we go to the
beach for a nice swim.

No, I'm still unpacking.
I'll join you later.

What's this gun doing
in your suitcase?

I always carry it with me, since
those two boys assaulted me.

I'm scared.

- There aren't any punks on this island.
- You're right.

There are only gentlemen
on this island.

Who enjoy tearing each
other apart, as usual.

What's the matter
with you, Carla'?

Are you in a sarcastic
mood today?

No, I'm simply in the mood
of saying everything I want.

In any case, you won't need this gun,
at least while we're on this island.

There's a lot of tension
between Michele and Lorenzo.

- Did you notice it?
- Always has been.

They've hated each other
since they were kids.

They probably hate me as
well, and I'm their father.

I don't think it's a good idea having
them stay under the same roof.

Why not'? They're
brothers, after all.

Yeah, so were Cain and Abel.

Where is it...

Come on, Giulia. Let's go.

- What are you looking for?
- My scuba diving mouthpiece.

- I'm sure I brought it.
- It's probably in somebody else's room.

You can find it later.

- Go ahead without me.
- See you later.

Patrizia, what are you doing standing
there? You're still not ready?

Can you hear them?

- Hear what?
- The seagulls.

Nonsense, there haven't been
any on this island for years.

Where do you see them, huh?
Where?

I can still hear their cries,
even if I don't see them.

Do you know why seagulls make a
noise that sounds like wailing?

Because they hold the souls of
all the sailors lost at sea.

Why, ain't you a jolly person.

Come on, Patrizia. Let's go.

How can you feel so happy
and relaxed on this island,

when you can sense so
much death in the air?

Cut it out, you've gone too far.

I'm not coming, I've
got a headache.

That glass of booze
is your headache!

Careful, Michele. Your
father is watching us.

We better be cautious.

I wouldn't want him getting
upset and ruin our holiday.

You've married him because he's not the
jealous type, not just for his money, huh?

He's not jealous, but he'd
be capable of killing.

Here comes your wife.

You know why she tolerates
your infidelity?

- Because she's frigid.
- You're right.

She's pretty dumb as well.

Why did you marry her, then?

Who knows. Maybe I
was just curious.

Or because of her
assets, perhaps.

I need a drink.

Head back to the villa and you'll
find a full bar waiting for you.

Yeah, good thinking.

- You joining me?
- Sure, let's go.

Greta is actually trying to
seduce her brother-in-law.

- And Lorenzo doesn't mind.
- Well, my brother's a good one.

I guess he's used to it by now.

You can run, but I'm
still gonna get you!

- Care for a drink?
- No, thanks.

- It's so hot today.
- Would you like to go back to the beach?

Wait.

Hey, what's gotten into you?

We're going to spend two
weeks on this island.

- Surprised?
- Oh, not at all.

People say you're a
real man, is that true?

What's the matter?
You fear a scandal?

No.

You never change.

I don't see why I should.

Making love is the only thing that pleases
me and makes me feel like a woman.

I don't see why I
should give it up.

- It's getting late, we should go back.
- Not yet, please...

Let's stay here, please.

Here it is, that's the one.

Death.

This card has been haunting
me for this whole evening.

It's a nightmare.

Gee, you're a sadist,
always talking about death.

Patrizia is a psychic,
a real soothsayer.

She always manages to
predict the future.

The only thing she is doing now is
scaring the heck out of me.

Carla.

Done. No way out now.

Here, got you something.

No, thanks. You
know I don't drink.

Well, you could make
an exception tonight.

Please, don't insist.

No booze, no smoking
and no women.

What's so funny?

Oh, we're just pointing out
your husband's teetotalism.

It's no laughing
matter, you know.

Quite the opposite, actually.

That's why you satisfy your needs
outside the marital roof, dear.

Well? What's the problem now?

He's been a little
nervous for a while.

No, I'm not! And
you're not to talk!

You who doesn't even care when
other people sleep with your wife!

You idiot.

Don't be so touchy, Dad.

It's not like we give
a damn about it.

Forgive us, Lorenzo.

Unnecessary sarcasm can
often be in very bad taste.

Tell your husband he's a huge
cuckhold, if you don't mind.

Come on, I don't think he
touched that bad a nerve.

We all knew you were no
saint when you got married.

I changed my ways after the
wedding, as you know very well.

Yeah, how could lforget. You
don't get paid for it anymore.

"You can't teach an old dog new
tricks", ever heard that old saying?

You're still full of
tricks, that's for sure.

What are you doing?

Prepared you some powdered milk.

Here. I've already added
your daily sleeping pill.

It tastes odd tonight.

No fresh milk on this island.

You coming to bed?

Not yet, I'm not tired.

- Where are you going?
- To the lounge downstairs.

I'd like to listen
to some music.

- Are you happy I came?
- Yes.

Take off your clothes.

- Why so late?
- Your father's still awake.

He's reading, and
possibly waiting for me.

Don't worry about it.

Yeah, better now.

Yep.

Dimmed lights...

Done.

Not enough yet.

That's it.

We can't go on like this.

- There's no other way.
- There is, if we eliminate our problems.

We have two: your
husband and my wife.

Carla doesn't count, your
father is the real problem.

You're right. We'll
talk about it later.

- Greta, don't go.
- Why shouldn't I?

I know Walter's waiting for you.
Don%go.

Walter or somebody else,
it's all the same.

You're taking it too far.

Don't make me lose my patience, Greta.
You'd better stay here.

- Don't be ridiculous, Lorenzo.
- I forbid you to go.

I don't take orders from anyone.

At last.

- I came as soon as I could.
- Greta...

What's wrong? Are you
nervous or something?

My husband had a
fit of jealousy.

- It hadn't happened in years.
- Well, I understand the guy, after all.

It must be the atmosphere
on this island.

- You look sad. - No, it's just that I
can feel something weird in the air.

You can't seriously mind Patrizia's words.
She always sees blood everywhere.

My wife is just an alcoholic.

I feel like Giulia is the one
behind all this strange atmosphere.

What does Giulia
have to do with it?

She only married the old man to get her
hands on his estate, and that's normal.

However, she sleeps with Michele but
doesn't love him, and normal that's not.

You mean she only does
it to achieve her goal?

You surprise me, dear. You're not just
a pretty face, you also got brains.

Come here, you.

Look at that. It
wasn't moving earlier.

Someone could have come in and
seen us, maybe my husband!

- The light!
- Yeah...

I'm scared, Walter! I'm scared!

Calm down, don't get worked up.
Calm down, relax.

Calm down.

Oh, you! Come on, stop pushing!

It's too high, it's scary! No!

- Come on! Swim!
- Hey, wait for me!

Come on! Come on!

- Come on! You're slower than a turtle!
- Wait for me!

Come on! Yeah, that's more like it!
Good!

Good!

You're a real drinker!
Come on, swim faster!

Where... Where's Giulia'?

I don't know.

Tell your brother
he's annoying me.

I'd like him to take
better care of his wife.

Come on, almost there!

Yes, we made it!

Boy, you made me
swallow so much water.

Come on.

Help!

Michele!

What's wrong with Carla'?

Help! I'm drowning!

Help me!

I'm drowning! Help!

It's just one of Carla's pranks.

I think something's
wrong down there.

Michele, your wife is in danger!

Don't worry, it's just
one of her pranks.

She's screaming as if
she's drowning for real!

- Idiots! Stop wasting time and help her!
- Let's go!

I'll go this way.

Check further out!

Closer to the rocks!

Yes, right over there!

Lorenzo, you search over here!

Don't leave that spot,
she might be there!

You search the
other side, hurry!

Nothing!

Let's try that way!

I don't see anything!

Damn it...

Nothing at all!

Tell Michele to get back,
we have to tell the others.

No...

- We'll use the boat to look further.
- No, it's too late.

We have to inform the port
authorities on the mainland.

- And how?
- The radio on the yacht. Let's go.

Where's our yachtl?

Maybe the sailors took it out
to sea to unload the waste.

- Or maybe they got drunk.
- Those damn imbeciles!

- Let's take the motorboat and
go look for the yacht. - Yes.

Untie it.

- What's wrong?
- I don't know.

The spark plugs!

The spark plugs are gone!

I went fishing this morning
and the motor was fine.

- We don't have any spare ones.
- Someone must have taken them.

Yes, I agree with you.

There is something fishy
going on in this story.

First the yacht vanishes, then
somebody sabotages the motorboat.

There's something else I'm worried
about: Carla's disappearance.

If she's not dead.

That would mean we're
trapped on this island!

This cursed island!

Cursed, ltell you! lwant
to get away from here!

Away!

Cover the motor.

- I want to be alone tonight, Giulia.
- Please, don't be so nervous.

- Carla's death really upset me.
- I understand, but what can you do?

She was my wife.

And you only remember it now?

- Very convenient of you.
- I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to insult you, it's
just that I'm a nervous wreck.

- It doesn't matter.
- Would you like a drink?

Sure, thanks, I'd
like a whiskey.

No ice.

Yeah.

Giulia, where were you at
the time of the accident?

Why are you asking me'?

We suspect someone might have
pulled Carla underwater.

What are you implying?
Go ahead and say it.

Lorenzo noticed you
weren't there today.

That's absurd!

It's a gross insinuation.

You know how paranoid Carla was.

How many times she pretended
to commit suicide?

She took it to the extreme
today, that's all.

Took it to the extreme.
Yeah, sure.

And maybe she swam to
the yacht and took off.

Perhaps she's enjoying herself now,
knowing how she's terrorized us.

Makes sense.

Your wife is enjoying herself, that's
for sure. With the sailors, probably.

I... I dreamed of
Charlie's death.

It was a nightmare, a
horrible nightmare.

Water. Please, give
me some water.

It was a mistake, and
a huge one at that.

We should have never
brought her with us.

I've been saying for years she needs to
be hospitalized and a long sleep therapy.

Who's this Charlie?

- Why does she dream about him so often?
- I'll tell you.

He was a local sailor.

He disappeared during
one stormy night.

To never be seen again.

When did it happen?

Twenty years ago, if
I'm not mistaken.

That's very odd.

It happened so long ago, but
she still remembers it.

I wonder why.

Who knows? It's just
an obsession of hers.

Charlie...

It was a terrible shock for her.

IT'S you!

Yes...

I saw the men who killed him...
I saw them in my dream.

Stop it! That's enough!

Don't ever mention him again.

Wait a minute, why does she
keep saying he was murdered?

Because she's an old,
deranged lunatic!

No! I'm not crazy!

They killed him! Yes they did!

And you know it!

The lights are out again. Maybe
there's a power failure.

- No, it happened last night as well.
- Switch on a lamp.

Careful, there's someone there.

It's just Lorenzo.

You idiot! Couldn't you
have said something?

You enjoyed scaring us, huh?

Yes! I also saw the faces of
the murderers in my dream!

Yup, Elisabetta's gone cuckoo.

We should give her something
to calm her down.

I'll do it, I have a box
of sedatives in my room.

I'll go get it.

Giulia! Giulia, what happened?

Say something!

I'm sorry, there's
nothing we can do.

He had a heart ailment.

- Not to mention his wife's youth...
- You're a coward.

A damn, filthy coward!

Take me away from here, Michele.

- I can't take him anymore!
- Stop it.

He always took a sleeping pill
with a glass of milk before bed.

A rather dangerous habit...

Especially if the dosage
is tampered with.

Are you implying I
poisoned your father?

You're a bastard!

Now we have a rich
widow in the family.

You're wrong! I'm not
the only heir here!

There's you, Michele,
Patrizia and Walter.

He's the son-in-law and he's
entitled to a share of the assets.

You know what? You're damn
right, there's four of us.

Yet I wonder if we'll all survive
till the next sunrise.

You would never believe me,

but I'm telling you that
the dead come back!

An unburied soul can
possess the body...

of a human being
while they're asleep.

Then it can force them
to do its bidding.

I have a crystal clear picture
in my mind, I can see it.

Our father was killed by one
of us in a state of trance!

An ordeal orchestrated by the
cursed ghost living on this island!

There's no other explanation.

Maybe she's right.

Giulia and her husband
were in the same room.

She would've noticed if someone came
into murder him, don't you agree?

You've got it wrong.

Giulia wasn't with her husband.

We were together in my bedroom.

Stop that racket!

Guys, come have a look.

It's Aunt Elisabetta.

She looks upset.

How can we be sure she
didn't poison him?

Nobody hated him as
much as she did.

We were all in her
room last night.

Yeah, but maybe she just wanted
to create herself an alibi.

Elisabetta only screamed
to get our attention.

After having already put the
poison in the glass of milk.

You seriously believe she started killing
2O years later to avenge clear old Charlie?

Could be. If that's
the case, we're next.

We were there when
Charlie was killed.

Let's follow her. Maybe we'll
finally get to the bottom of this.

Come on.

- There she is, on that rock.
- Let's go.

She's down there.

You again? Go away! I don't
want to see any of you!

Why did you follow me?

What do you want from me'?

Leave the old deranged
lunatic alone!

- What are you doing here all alone?
- There!

There should be a corpse
covered in blood.

- How do you know that?
- I saw it in my dream.

And who was that
blood-covered corpse?

- One of us?
- It was a confusing dream.

It was a woman's body.

A pretty deceiving
dream, as you can see.

It's here. Here it is...

It's here!

I can see it right in front
of me, covered in blood!

Its eyes are wide open, come
and see for yourselves!

It's here. Take it
away, I'm begging you.

Close its eyes, I implore you!

Oh, my god...

They killed her...

No, Walter.

It might have been an accident.

Accident? You call
this an accidentl?

She was murdered!

The work of a maniac!

Both your father and Carla died.

Now it was your sister's turn!
And who are the surviving heirs?

You, your brother and Giulia!

If this maniac is a lunatic...

Well, then he's a
very cunning one.

Charlie... There's
Charlie, look!

He's up there!

His clothes are still covered in
blood, but he's alive! He's alive!

He must have come for me!
For me!

Didn't you see him?

He was up there.

He's back to take his revenge.

Drink this, it will
help you rest.

There...

It was so horrible...

What do you think? Did
she have an accident?

No, and I think the same for
what happened to Carla.

Nobody wanted to believe
she was murdered.

But maybe Patrizia could
have killed herself.

No, she wasn't the suicidal type.
If you ask me, it was murder.

And Aunt Elisabetta
knows something.

I'm sure Charlie's ghost isn't
just a figment of her imagination.

Do you know what really
happened to him?

Yes, my husband
told me part of it.

Charlie was Aunt
Elisabetta's lover.

The four of them were
there when he was killed.

Uberto, Lorenzo,
Michele and Walter.

- They did it?
- I don't know for sure.

I'd believe so, though.
It's a family of madmen.

Even the sanest of them
has a trace of lunacy.

They're rich, powerful
and sadistic.

And they consider
themselves above the law.

No matter the crimes, they're
convinced they'll never pay for them.

Do you know why they
punished poor Charlie?

It wasn't for seducing
Elisabetta, no.

It was because he had an intolerable
flaw they could never accept.

He was poor.

That's why I believe Patrizia and
Carla didn't have an accident.

- And all this happened 2O years ago?
- More or less, yes.

Even admitting that
what you said is true,

why did Elisabetta wait so
long to take her revenge?

There's only one explanation.

Despite the appearances, Elisabetta
is clinically insane as well.

She'd be glad to see us
suffer and die, one by one.

Slowly.

Nothing. Not a trace
of the yacht.

So the sailors weren't drunk.

Somebody must have sent
them away on purpose.

- Or killed them, even.
- What are you implying?

That we can forget about ghosts.

There's a bloodthirsty madman
we have to worry about.

Sooner or later it
will be our turn.

Sure, but a madman doesn't cause
three deaths in two days.

Why not?

Three would be too
few, you mean?

Want to hear a pretty
basic hypothesis?

First, Giulia drowned Carla.

Then, in cahoots with you,
she poisoned her husband.

- You're a bastard!
- Forget it. Go on.

Don't get so riled up, I'm
just making an assumption.

I mean, Giulia is after
one single thing.

The inheritance.

And that's her way of
getting closer to it.

Why don't you make
another assumption?

It could have been Aunt Elisabetta,
potentially with an accomplice.

If Elisabetta has an accomplice on
this island, it could only be Charlie.

Charlie is dead.

We should know it
better than anyone.

No, wait, I think Walter was
implying something else.

Who can be sure that
Charlie is really dead'?

Unless I'm mistaken, he was
still alive back then.

- Remember that? - Yes, he was
still alive when we buried him.

We have to exhume him. It's
the only way to be sure.

I guess our three supermen
got pretty scared.

Charlie was only a poor sailor, but
he's making them die of fright.

I just hope I won't get involved
in their dirty little business.

- You sure this was the spot?
- Yeah, I'm positive.

I'm really starting to
believe Charlie isn't dead.

And that he and Aunt Elisabetta
are out for our blood.

We're just wasting time,
there's no corpse here.

Either Aunt Elisabetta
tells us the truth,

or we have to find Charlie
before he kills us all.

Assuming he's alive.

Greta! What happened?

Greta, calm down!

Calm down!

Unbelievable...

It's wearing the same sailor's
clothes Charlie had when he died.

Corpses don't stroll
around murdering people.

- Please, get rid of it.
- Walter, take care of that body.

Let's give her some
cognac, Michele.

It was Aunt Elisabetta who hid that
body in there, don't you agree?

Scaring us more and more is her
greatest source of amusement.

But who would benefit
from these murders?

No! No!

No! No!

- Michele!
- Giulia!

I'm so upset and scared!

We found Walter on the beach.

- Burned to death.
- No!

Giulia! Giulia!

Quick, bring some water!

Giulia...

Come on.

You must be strong now.

Drink this.

- Where's Greta?
- She was tired.

I think she went to bed.

You shouldn't have
left her alone.

Greta?

Greta?

- She's asleep.
- Wake her up.

We must band together tonight.

Greta?

Wake up.

Greta?

What now? Shall we
leave her here?

No, we better take her outside.

It was him.

I saw him. Yes, it
was really him.

- Who?
- Charlie.

It was Charlie, it
was really him.

He was out there, in silence.

He never moved, but
I'm sure it was him.

Don't you believe me?

See for yourselves.

Are you convinced now?

Charlie will be here soon.

You two will pay with your
life for that hideous crime.

It's useless! You'll never
stop him with a simple rifle!

No...

No! You won't be able
to kill my Charlie!

You won't be able
to kill him again!

Michele!

- What's this smoke?
- I don't know!

I saw someone. I fired my rifle
but it didn't do anything.

There! Behind that curtain!

Disappeared just like a ghost!

Not so amusing now, huh?
Your end is nigh!

Cut it out! You're
making me lose my mind!

- I'd be capable of anything!
- Shut up, you two!

You keep an eye on Giulia,
I'll go look outside!

Giulia?

No...

What do you want?

What does this mean?

VVhy?

Because the time for reckoning comes
for everyone, sooner or later.

That maniac out there is your
daughter, isn't that true?

Your relationship with dear old Charlie
generated a daughter, or am I wrong?

You left alone on a long
trip around the world,

in order to give birth to
her far away from everyone.

Now your secret cub is all grown
up and has turned into a tiger.

Yes. She's my daughter.

Kill me, but don't hurt her.

That would be too convenient.

No...

She's the only real
thing I have left.

It's all my fault.

No! She's all I
have in this world!

These are real shells.

Not blanks like the ones you
loaded Michele's rifle with.

The ones he fired at the ghost.

Watch out.

He loaded the rifle with real shells.
He could kill you.

How did you figure it out?

Because it could only be you.

You're the only one whose
body we never found.

Correct.

That day I only
pretended to drown.

I disappeared underwater
and swam away.

From a distance, I
watched you panicking.

It was the first truly
happy moment of my life.

The first exhilarating
taste of revenge.

What are you going to do now?

How did you manage to keep
it secret for so long?

It's a long story.

Tell it.

We've got the whole
night ahead of us.

Where are the spark plugs?

You knew it right away. You knew
it was Carla doing the killings.

Yet, despite the risks ,you
did nothing to stop her. Why?

The satisfaction of seeing a maniac
dispatch my relatives was worth any risk.

Where are the spark plugs?

You're mistaken if you believe
we'll quietly obey you.

This is your last warning!

I hid them in a hole,
behind a rock.

No! Stop!

Stop! No!

No! No!

- Let go of me, damn you!
- No! No!

No!

No! No!

Subtitled by Francesco Massaccesi