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2300 lire, please.

Candy or pay phone coins?

I'd rather have the
coins, thank you.

Fine.

Goodbye.

I don't know what or
who is behind this.

It's the third letter
I've received!

He's really pushing it!

No, I'm not calm at all.

Alright, alright. Goodbye.

I'm done here, doctor.

I'd go home if there's
nothing else to do.

Alright, go home Santoro.
I'll close the place.

You should take some time off.

You look exhausted.

Should I get you a coffee?

No, thank you.

I'll see you tonight then, doctor.
Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Who's there?

Stop by the pharmacy, please.
It won't take long.

- We're closed!
- Doctor, please, I only need some pills.

Sorry, it's closed! Go away!

Don't worry, miss.
I'll get it started.

Help!

Help! Come quick!

- What happened?
- Come, come quick...

What's going on?

- My God, it's horrible.
- Someone call an ambulance!

It's useless now. Let's
call the police.

We better go, miss.

We'll get in trouble if we stay.

- Why did they kill him? A robbery, maybe?
- I just don't know.

Ta-ta-ta-tango.

The First World War...

the corpses
lying in the mud...

all to gain a bit of land.

The diva Lyda Borelli...

with her hands
through her hair...

and holding a
rose on her breast...

ta-ta-ta-tabarin.

Ta-ta-ta-tango...

Argentine tango...

dedicated to Rudolph
Valentino and his big ears...

with her light eyes,
Mata Hari spied on us...

before she got
hit on her breast...

ta-ta-ta-tabarin.

Ta-ta-ta-tango!

- I have to say she's good.
- Argentine tango...

dedicated to Rudolph
Valentino and his big ears...

- It's about to end, let's go backstage.
- I'd better wait here.

- No, come on, let's go.
- with her light eyes...

Mata Hari spied on us...

before she got
hit on her breast...

ta-ta-ta-tabarin.

Hey...

I don't want to... You do it.

What a party pooper!

Come on, sooner or later
we'll do this broad!

- How do you think it went?
- Good as always.

- Good evening, Mara.
- Hello Michele.

- How are you?
- See you later.

- Good show!
- Thanks.

I haven't seen you in
a long time, Carlo.

- I've been out of town.
- So, Mara, did you read the script?

No, I haven't got time yet.

I'm sure you'll like it. Carlo wrote
down some great scenography ideas, too.

Is that so? It's always
humility with you two.

I hate insisting, but I'm still
looking for actors, and perhaps...

I understand. Come
see me next week.

- Alright?
- You bet I'll come.

- Goodbye.
- Mara...

We're really looking forward
to working with you.

Especially me.

I just like your face.

You're getting
ahead of yourself.

Lukas!

Look who's here.

You haven't forgotten
your bad habits, I see.

How long since we last met?

Six months.

A year, maybe.

I don't remember anymore.

Always free and cynical, even
when my broken heart wept...

You talk like someone out
of a romance novel, now?

What a fool you are.

What if I don't want to?

Well, never mind.

- Always the same taste in your mouth.
- It's a Toscano cigar!

I have to undress now. Beat it.

Right, as if I've never
seen you naked before.

Scram!

You can't smoke in here.

- Mara, are you ready?
- Just a moment.

They've all got it
in for you, huh?

I'm sorry but I can't
join you tonight, Paolo.

What? Did you forget
about our appointment?

No, but I've got to talk to him.

- Sure. You always come first.
- Yeah.

- I'll wait outside.
- I'm coming!

I'm sorry, Paolo. Bye.

Shall we get upstairs and
have a whiskey together?

No, huh?

Poochie!

Come here, Poochie! Come on!

What are you doing?!

Hi.

There goes my cigar.

Take my bags and
don't be a jerk.

Haven't you considered Mrs. Karman
could be in the other room?

With that face of yours?
What a fool!

Well...

what about telling
me if I can stay or not?

- Sure, of course you can.
- My bags.

The bags, right.

Nothing has changed here.
Including the cigar smell.

So, did you make up your mind?

Did you finally decide
to move in with me?

Don't worry about that.

Let's say I'm just
looking for shelter.

Nothing more.

You're not telling
me everything.

What's going on?

I'm in danger.

There's a murderer who
wants to kill me.

Oh, you mistook me for a police chief. You
swear to tell the truth, the whole truth?

Cut it out, I'm not in
the mood for jokes.

Alright. Tell me everything.

Let's forget it, Lukas.

Why don't you put on some music?

- You think it'll take long?
- Just a few minutes.

Good morning, Mr. Karman.

Good morning.

Good morning.

- Your neighbour is a bit weird.
- First time I see him with a woman.

- Really?
- It's his business.

Dezzan called me three days ago.

He seemed worried, tired...

He wanted to see me.

But he didn't make it.

He died so horribly.

Don't get too worried. It's
probably just a coincidence.

Yeah, a coincidence. Sure.

What about those strange
phone calls you're getting?

It's not the first time.

That's normal with my
job, my dear Smeralda.

It's normal to make enemies.

Unless someone is
trying to scare us...

someone who knows.

Hello?

Who is it?

Who's talking?

They hung up.

Those strange noises again.

And you keep believing
in coincidences.

I don't know.

I don't know.

You have no idea
who's behind this.

No.

Maybe it's just a prank.

No, the harassment is too
persistent, too committed.

Enigmatic phrases, various
noises, moanings...

Someone is out to get me.

And you recorded everything.

I always do it. It's my
professional bias, I guess.

That's why I'm here.

Because you're an expert.

Do you think you'll be able
to understand something?

It depends on the frequency,
but it shouldn't be hard.

How long will it take?

I'm going to work on it right
now, why don't you come with me?

- What do you say?
- Thanks, it's a kind offer.

It's always the same frequency.

Let's try using another filter.

Go from 0 to 40.

Go to 80.

There's something here.

Go from 80 to 160.

Go back.

This sounds like a rotary
press or an incinerator.

Try over 1000.

Nothing. Let's play it again.

What breed could it be?

I don't know. A wolf, maybe.

I think it sounds
like a Doberman.

Do these sounds tell
anything to you?

No, I don't think so.

I have to think about it.

Do it.

Do you think they've been recorded
in some familiar setting?

- Would you like to listen again?
- No.

I'd rather not.

I shall go now. I apologize,
but I'm not feeling well.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

If there's something to pay...

No. Consider it a
neighborly thing.

Thank you.

Hello?

This is Giovanni Bozzi's answering machine.
I'm not home right now, leave your message.

It's Smeralda. Please answer, I
need to talk to you urgently.

Call me immediately as soon
as you get home. Please.

- Well?
- I couldn't find more.

You have to extend
my other 3 IOUs.

No, that's enough!

Here.

You either pay these 3 IOUs at
the end of the month or else.

With the interest you charge me you
could wait a little. I've always paid.

- Right?
- Yes, of course, you've always paid...

but this time I can't wait.

Please, I count on your discretion.
I don't want to lose my job.

Is that clear?

With the job I do, I can't
afford to be a gossip.

On the chase. The
robbers disappeared...

but roadblocks have been immediately
set up all over the city to no avail.

The robbers didn't wear masks
and acted very determined.

According to police, they're part of
a well-experienced criminal gang.

We can't estimate yet the exact
amount of what they've stolen...

but it's safe to
say it will be high.

Now, for other news.

This morning, Smeralda Messori,
a middle-aged woman...

has been found murdered
in her own apartment.

The violent, sadistic nature
of the murder points...

to a brutal revenge
killing against the victim.

The apartment doors were
found locked and...

Would you believe that.

Look at how this guy parked.
What an idiot.

One second. How
do I get out now?

What happened?

- Good evening.
- Good evening, miss.

Can't you get out?

Would you believe it, we're stuck
here waiting for this idiot.

It's locked, too.

Maybe you can get through.

Last time I've attempted something like
that I've ruined one of the sides.

Mind if I try?

- Without damaging it?
- Without damaging it.

Be careful.

Please.

Someone tried to kill me!
He's in that car!

I'm sorry.

He was looking for me.

Get some rest now,
you'll feel better.

So, Mr. Bozzi...

I don't know what to say.

I can't go to the police.

Here. It's the tape of
the last phone call.

We're not talking about pranks anymore.
Someone tried to kill you.

It's something personal.

You must suspect someone!

You don't risk getting murdered if
there isn't a reason behind it.

You forgot about my
way to make a living.

I know about it.

Well, I must go now.

You've been very kind to me.

I'm really sorry about everything.

- I'm here if you need anything.
- Thanks.

Goodnight.

Hello Bozzi.

It's your turn now.

You'll end up like your friends!

You'll end up like Dezzan and the others.
You can't escape!

- Let's go to sleep, Lukas.
- Just a moment.

Do these noises tell
anything to you?

Listen to them... Listen
to the Dobermans...

Do you remember them?

Time didn't erase anything.

Wait a second! Can you let me
listen to that voice again?

Listen to the Dobermans...

Do you remember them?

Time didn't erase anything.

- It's strange...
- Try to find out who'll kill you, Bozzi!

- Explain.
- Remember the day I arrived in Rome?

That same morning I
went to a pharmacy...

The same pharmacy where
that man was killed.

I think his name was Dezzan.

Sorry, it's closed! Go away!

Then the killer is clearly out to get you.
He's scared that you could identify him!

Brilliant. I figured
that out myself.

Why didn't you tell me?

So you weren't joking
the other day!

Why didn't you go to the police?

Because it would
have been useless!

And I also hate being questioned.
I want to handle this my way.

If things are that way, the killer won't
stop going after you. You're in trouble.

And now I'm in trouble as well!

I understand. I shall leave.

Cut it. Making a scene
is not your forte.

Let's play this tape
again, come on.

You can just wait now.

You got to pay.

You won't get away
from my justice.

It's Smeralda. Please answer, I
need to talk to you urgently.

- Smeralda? - Call me immediately
as soon as you get home. Please.

Isn't it the name of the woman
killed the other night?

Wait a second.

I think I've already seen her somewhere.
Let me have a look.

Are you sure about that? I've
never heard this name before.

Yes, that's where I've seen her.

Smeralda Messori.

I was right. You were with me.

Yes, of course! She was
with Bozzi in the hallway!

Wait.

Dezzan, Messori, Bozzi...

Threatening phone calls...

Attempted murder of
the only witness...

No, I'm sorry, we better
go to the police.

- But why?
- Why?

You've seen the killer at the
pharmacy and didn't say anything!

You did the same when he tried
to kill you in your own home!

Go to the police now and you'll get
in trouble for having waited so long!

Exactly! I'm in trouble and
that's how it'll stay!

But you forget you're
risking your life.

I don't know what to do anymore.

I'm sorry I kept you waiting.

I was on the phone.

I was a friend of your aunt.

- You live here?
- No. I just arrived from Padua.

I'm sorry for what happened.

Terrible. Without
any explanation.

It's crazy, but another one of
our friends, a pharmacist...

has been killed during a robbery.
His name was Dezzan.

Maybe your aunt told
you about that.

No, I don't think so.

We didn't talk much, you see.

Last time I was in Rome I couldn't
even meet her. Because of the trial.

What trial?

She acted as a judge during a trial.
Didn't she tell you?

No, because...

we weren't seeing each
other that much, lately.

Excuse me?

I'm sorry, it's closed.

I'm looking for Mrs. Dezzan.

Yes?

I'm Mrs. Dezzan.

What do you need?

I just need to ask
you some questions.

Are you a policeman?

Let's say I have some reasons
to find your husband's killer.

And I reckon you might
be able to help me.

When my husband returned from the POW camp,
along with Peretti, a pottery seller...

he wasn't himself anymore.
He felt like a tired man.

We lived up north
for many years.

Then, a couple of years
ago, we moved here in Rome.

He bought the pharmacy here.

I don't understand how you
would find this useful.

- You think your husband had enemies?
- No, it's impossible.

Everyone loved him, he was
straight as an arrow.

He even acted as a
juror during atrial.

- A jury? What trial?
- I think the name was Ferrante.

Yes, Ferrante, that's the name.

I also remember it did
really upset him.

But why? Is it important?

Maybe.

Found it.

There's something here.

- Ferrante broke out of prison
3 months ago. - Broke out?

Damn.

Come in. The judge
is waiting for you.

Come in.

Sit down. What can I do for you?

I'm here to tell you about some
serious events you're not aware of.

Do tell.

Two years ago, a jury condemned to
10 years a man accused of murder.

- His name was Pasquale Ferrante.
- Yes, I remember.

I was the judge.

If I remember correctly, Ferrante escaped
from the Ucciardone prison months ago.

He's still at large.

That's why I'm here.

Two of the jurors
have been killed.

Biagio Dezzan and
Smeralda Messori.

Oh, yes, I remember that.

There's more. A third juror, Giovanni
Bozzi, has received death threats.

I believe this could be revenge motivated.
The other jurors might be at risk...

and maybe even you.

This is crazy.

I remember him perfectly.

He kept declaring his innocence
and even threatened the jury.

Believe me, these things happen.

You can imagine the
excitement, the anger...

Anyway, thanks for warning me.

I'll tell my office to inform the police.
They'll know what to do.

- Thanks, goodbye.
- Goodbye.

I haven't seen him in months!

The police questions
me every single day.

I don't know anything
about my husband.

I don't know where he
is or what he does.

I see.

I guess he's not a jealous man.

What do you want, huh?

Why are you looking
for my husband?

Forget about him, that poor
man went through a lot.

You don't have to be afraid of me.
I'll be frank with you.

Now listen to me.

I'm not going to report
your husband to the police.

Tell him.

He can do whatever he wants, but
he's got to leave my woman alone.

She hasn't seen anything.

And she won't say anything.

I think that guy is a cop.

No.

I know their kind.

- Is everything good, sir?
- Yes, thank you.

Do you really believe Ferrante
is gonna leave us alone?

Yes, I do.

What if he's not the killer?

I read all the records
of the trial.

He's the culprit, without a doubt. He
had a reason to kill those people.

Damn it!

What are you thinking about?

Lukas?

- He's not the culprit!
- Who?

Ferrante! He's not the murderer!

If the victims were killed by the same
person, the culprit can't be Ferrante.

Because Dezzan the pharmacist
was stabbed to death...

but the investigation ruled out
that the killer was left-handed!

- So?
- It's quite simple.

- Ferrante is left-handed!
- How do you know that?

When I went to his house, there were two
coffee mugs in the same position...

because he was home,
as I suspected...

and his wife drank her
coffee using her right hand...

Yes, I remember it now!

His nickname was "Lefty"!

- We're back to square one, then.
- Yep.

Go ahead, I've got
something to tell Bozzi.

- Does Mr. Bozzi live here?
- I don't think he's home right now.

Maybe you'll have a
chance to find him later.

Oh, no worries. I'll
try again tomorrow.

Goodbye.

Your Honour?

Excuse me? Your Honour?

Your Honour?

Please, you've got to
stay here for this job...

...the client insisted on your
presence during the audio mixing.

I won't be available for a few
days, I told you already.

- You're on your own.
- Got it.

- See you soon.
- Goodbye.

Don't mind it and keep
your eyes on the road.

Ferrante.

Don't try anything
funny, understand?

Wait, let me explain.

Turn right at the
end of the road.

- Listen, I...
- We're almost there.

Go faster!

Don't fret now. We've got a
score to settle, you bastard.

Move!

If you wanted to talk we could
have done it back at my workplace.

We're gonna settle
this now, don't worry.

Why did you come to my house?

The cops are onto me now.
Who are you?

Listen to me, you jackass.

I thought you killed those people, then I
realized you had nothing to do with it.

Someone tried to frame you.

And put me on a
wild goose chase.

And you're telling me now?
You asshole!

I'm the only one
who can help you.

Come on, move. You're
not fooling me!

Move.

Ferrante, wait!

You can't be that crazy!

Jump!

Don't you understand
I'm not against you?

I'm telling the truth!

That makes me laugh!

If the cops get me I'll get
15 years, truth or not!

I'm innocent, understand? I
had nothing to do with it!

Calm down!

If they accuse you of those other murders,
they'll never change your sentence!

Why are you doing
all this, then?

Why?

Mara?

Mara?

Mara?

Mara?

Mara?

Mara?

- Love...
- Are you crazy?

You want to see me dead.

I scared you, huh?

Indeed.

So, detective...

What did you find out?

- Besides being neck-deep in shit...
- Oh.

Let's see...

First, among the jury members
that condemned Ferrante were:

Dezzan, a pharmacist.

Messori, an old spinster.

- And a loan shark...
- Bozzi.

Second: Ferrante
escapes from prison...

and a few days later Dezzan
and Messori are murdered.

Bozzi receives threats and escapes
the murder attempt in the garage.

Third: a naive young girl, and I'm talking
about you, gets sucked into this story...

and claims she's seen the
killer and heard his voice.

Fourth and final:

I say that the major suspect,
Ferrante, is not guilty.

And that's because
he's left-handed.

So, we don't have a culprit, we don't have
a motive and we're chasing a wild goose.

What's left for me?
A death wish?

No, not yet.

We know that someone is trying
to frame Ferrante, but...

something not related to the trial
links Bozzi, Dezzan and Messori together.

I've got a lead.

What is it?

Peretti.

Dezzan's wife told me about Peretti.
He's a pottery seller.

- Good morning.
- Good morning. How can I help you?

- I was looking for Mr. Peretti.
- I'll call him.

Mr. Peretti, there's
someone here to see you.

- Yes. Sit down, please.
- Thanks.

Of course I remember. It's
not something you forget.

There's a difference, though.
Dezzan wasn't a POW.

He went to Germany on his own accord.
He had friends there.

But why Germany?

You forget the year was 1944.

Had Dezzan stayed in Padua his fate
wouldn't have been any better.

Why, political reasons?

Forget about it.

What did he do? I need to know.

I told you more
than I wanted to.

Don't insist.

Forget about this story.

Come on, cue the music!

Be smoother. Smoother.

Alright, not bad at all.
Better, much better.

Do the last bit again, please.

You really like that, huh?

It's your fault.

It's days you've been
dragging here for the show.

I think it's gonna be a flop.

You mean that she'll
refuse the part...

or that she won't
sleep with us?

You know what, Michele...

I've had it of seeing you
here looking like a fool.

She won't give us nothing
more than smiles.

Forget about her, trust me.

I'm not giving up yet. Nope.

I don't like being defeated.

Nobody likes it.

Keep looking in front of you
and move your arms faster.

That's right. Good.

Keep going.

Good.

That's enough.

See that guy? He's
been quicker than you.

Tomorrow we'll try with
the costumes again.

It's good but there's still
something to improve.

I'll be back in a second.

You can't stay here.

I'm waiting for Mara.

You can wait in another room.

Fine.

Sandra?

Sandra, is my costume ready?

I've just finished it.
You want me to get it?

Don't worry, I'll get it.
Thanks.

Wait! I'm still here!

Turn the lights on, I
can't see a thing!

Lukas!

Lukas, I can't take it anymore.

Help me, please.

Come on.

Don't feel like
that now, please.

All those questions, the
investigation, the suspects...

Come on.

Try to calm down now.
Let's get inside.

Try not to think about it.
Listen to the music.

- I'll be right back.
- Don't leave me, please.

I'm not leaving you.
Come on, try to relax.

I'll be back in a second.

Mr. Bozzi?

Mr. Bozzi?

Mr. Bozzi, please open the door!

Open the door, Mr. Bozzi!

Bozzi! Open it!

Will you stop making
such a racket?

I'm sorry, I need to talk to Mr.
Bozzi urgently.

Mr. Bozzi left this morning.

What was that racket?

That cursed Bozzi left.

I'm tired, Lukas.

I can't take it anymore.

I'm leaving. You go to the
police or do whatever you want.

I'm just tired.

No! I'm the only one with
the right of being tired!

Then you listen to me.

I'm sick of you, sick of
making you play detective...

and sick of everything!
You get it? Everything!

Paolo had nothing to do with this and
I feel like I've killed him myself!

Come on, come on.

I just need 24 hours. Then we'll
do whatever you want. Understand?

Lukas, you've been
awake all night.

Why don't you get some rest?

Padua? What does it
have to do with us?

That's where the truth is.

The two victims were from Padua.
Just like Bozzi.

Peretti, too.

I'm so confused.

I'll make some coffee.

- Hello?
- This is Bozzi.

Now listen, I'm going to Padua.

I can't take it anymore.
I'm scared.

I'll tell you everything.
I will.

Yes, I know you're
close to the truth.

No, it won't be necessary.
I beg you to trust me.

Please hurry.

Just hurry. You'll find a message from
me at the Majestic Hotel in Padua.

I keep begging you, hurry.

Please.

Listen to me, Lukas.
Don't trust him.

Why don't you go to the police?

- I'm not saying it just for my sake.
- I'm sorry, dear.

At this point...

we got to handle
this ourselves.

But it's crazy!

And I don't get why Bozzi chose
Padua to finally tell everything.

He could have told you here!

I don't know. I guess he has his reasons.
Maybe he feels safer there.

What if it's a trap?

Please, be careful.

Don't worry.

We're close to the end.

It's the last risk
we have to take.

You'll be safe at my place.
Rosa is a good woman.

You know how to use this thing?

- Hello, Rosa.
- Welcome, Mr. Lukas.

Hello, miss.

- I was waiting for you. I'll take the bag.
- Thanks.

I'll wait for your call.

Don't worry. See you soon.

- Be careful.
- Bye.

Excuse me, miss? Miss?

Excuse me, miss, could you tell
me the way to Piazza Duomo?

300 metres to the left.

Watch where you walk, damn it!

I don't know...

I heard the porter screaming.

I wonder what happened.

- Good morning, chief.
- Good morning.

- Yes, he was born in Padua.
- Did they shot him?

He was taking a bath.

- Excuse me, what happened?
- They killed a man in the hotel.

- What's his name?
- I think the name was Bozzi.

Excuse me, can you tell me when the
Dezzan family left this building?

What? What are you saying?

I see...

Yes, yes...

Thank you, I see, I see.

- I'm looking for Smeralda Messori's house.
- She died a few days ago!

They murdered her in Rome.

Don't you read newspapers?

The old man is still
alive, though.

Just take the stairs.

Thanks.

- Who are you? What do you want?
- Is this Smeralda Messori's house?

- Are you her father?
- Why are you looking for my daughter?

Who was she scared of? And why?

Things happen in
an irrational way.

It wasn't her fault.

Maybe...

Then one day she got scared,
along with the others.

- Dezzan and Bozzi?
- What's the point in making names?

There's nothing more
I can tell you.

I'm just a father.

You keep digging if you want.

And when you'll think
you got something...

you'll realize you're
back at the beginning.

Did Mr. Bozzi have relatives
or family friends?

No one. His parents died with
the bombings during the war.

- Did you know him well?
- No. Never seen him before.

It's only a few years I'm here.

Actually, I've heard about him.

I knew about what happened to
him this morning, poor guy.

I'm sorry for him. I really am.

A horrible way to die.

The Ferretta sisters
knew him well, though.

They're the only ones
left from the war years.

You could talk to them.

Top floor, apartment 3.

They're a bit nutty, though.

Are you the doctor?

Lina!

- Where are you? Lina!
- Hush, she's coming...

- Madam?
- Yes?

Do you happen to
remember Giovanni Bozzi?

Bozzi?

- He was your neighbour during the war.
- No...

- I don't want to listen...
- Do you remember him?

Good.

Madam?

Do you remember this song,
back during the war?

- The war... That is over now.
- What about Bozzi?

Giovanni... He hosted
such great parties.

We used to go dancing.

She didn't want to.

She said the little
girl would wake up.

The child slept with
her little brother.

He was better-looking.

But he always cried when
he looked for his dad.

Who was that woman?

The mother!

The one that lived
across the street.

The one that lived in
Bozzi's apartment.

And her name was
Smeralda Messori?

No!

That one was mean! And jealous!

Lina!

Where are you? Lina!

I want to sleep.

Sleep...

Are you looking for something?
I don't think I know you.

Who are you? What do you want?

Could you please tell me the name of the
woman who lived with your neighbour Bozzi?

- Who was she?
- A poor soul...

who was just looking for
shelter with her children.

Is that them?

Answer me. Is that them?

Yes.

It's them.

What were their names?
What happened to them?

Bozzi is dead now.

It's a long story.

Yes, hello?

Good morning, Mr. Lukas.

Yes, I'll call her.
Just wait an instant.

Miss Mara! The phone!

Thanks, Rosa.

Hello?

Hi.

Everything fine down there?

No. They killed him.

I found out the truth.

I'll tell you in person.

Now I've got to end this.

Goodbye.

I'm sorry to leave you alone, but
we're having the vicar for supper...

and my husband wants
it to be perfect.

Don't worry, Rosa. Lukas
will be back soon. Go now.

- Goodnight.
- Thank you. Goodnight.

Hello?

Yes, it's me.

Oh, it's you.

No, I'm sorry. I
haven't read it yet.

How did you find me?

Who gave you this number?

No, don't insist.

I don't want to go out.

Hello Bozzi. It's your turn now.

You'll end up like your friends!

You'll end up like Dezzan and the others.
You can't escape!

Do these noises tell
anything to you?

Listen to them...

No, wait!

Wait, don't shoot!

Don't shoot, I'm a friend!

My name is Pasquale Ferrante. Mr. Lukas
asked me to watch over the place...

but the murderer
managed to escape!

Don't move.

I was waiting for you.

When did you start to suspect?

The day I saw you
entering a temple.

Getting revenge after 30 years.
What's the point?

You can't understand.

It's not easy to forget if you've
had your family destroyed.

Those memories of death haven't been
canceled by the end of the war.

My wife and children were hiding
in Bozzi's house in Padua.

We thought he was a friend, but he
handed them over to the Germans.

Because they were Jews.

Much later I found out that Bozzi's
lover, Smeralda Messori...

persuaded him to
tell about my family.

They died at the Bergen-Belsen
concentration camp.

A year later being arrested.

Only the boy survived.

Now I understand about the calls, the
screams, the cries, the ovens...

and the Dobermans.

It was all part of the revenge.

I had to be sure they
knew why they were dying.

- What about Dezzan?
- He was a German collaborationist.

Materially, he's the one
that got them arrested.

It took me 20 years
to find all of them.

Then, one day, I managed to
put them together in a jury.

I wanted to look
them in the eyes.

They were judging another
man, Ferrante...

but it was my
own personal trial.

To me, they were the
real defendants.

Hurry! Lukas is already here!

Now you know the truth.

Now you'll want to turn
me over to the police.

We'll see about that!

Lukas!

It's not over yet.

There's still
something to explain.

My father would have
never killed them.

He would have settled for
looking them in the eyes.

- Not me.
- Shut up, Carlo.

Shut up, I beg you.

I won't, dad.

They must know the truth.

Let's say I planned
about the killings...

when Pasquale Ferrante
broke out of prison.

It had to look like
he was the culprit...

and the same
will happen now!

Stop!

I wasn't wrong, then...

And you knew about it.

I told him only when
it became necessary.

And he would have done
anything to protect me!

Why didn't you stop him?

I couldn't.

You don't have to be
ashamed of what I've done.

They were guilty.

They had to die! They had to!

Remember when you told me about it?
Remember?

When you said I couldn't understand
because I was still a child.

You remembered it like it was an accident,
but you knew it was a different story.

They killed my mother
with their own hands!

Don't you understand it?

You are insane.

You know that...

You know that I'm
not insane, right?

Just like you weren't when
you told me the truth.

When you thought that somebody
would have killed them for you.

And you kept looking at me...

You looked at me.

This is awful.

Only now I've realized...

that we've both lived
an insane existence.

Forgive me.

No, dad.

We must finish this now.

It had to be done.

We have to kill them too.

And you have to do it yourself.

That way you'll understand
the cost of killing.

No.

Come on.

Come on, kill them! Kill them!

No.

Subtitled by Francesco Massaccesi