All language subtitles for A.Bay.Of.Blood.1971.REAL.720p.Blu

A BAY OF BLOOD

It's so nice, the calm after the storm.

What is it?

- Can't you hear it calling?
- What?

- It was a squonk.
- A squonk?

What's that?

The squonk?
You surprise me.

A girl of your intelligence
doesn't know what a squonk is?

It's an animal covered in moles

that can camouflage itself perfectly.

I think it's exclusively female,
but it's easy to find

because it's very vain
and never stops whining.

And when it's captured...
it dissolves into tears.

You act like a thief where love is
concerned. You take it and run.

Other characteristics of the squonk
are sulkiness,

diffidence and possessiveness.

Very inconvenient qualities
for a personal secretary.

Well, more than that...

A partner in an affair
as important as this.

Where are you going?

To the bay.

We're on the home stretch,
I've got to close the deal.

The police suspended investigations
into the Countess' death.

There was no evidence.

A case of suicide.

Everything's fine.

I just need a signature.

Bye.

- Franco.
- Yes?

- Take me with you.
- Better not right now.

Maybe later.

But call me first.

Bye... squonk.

Bye. Be careful!

Give them to me!

You'll have a heart attack
chasing after that bug!

How do you know
it's the same one?

Because it's the only insect
that's escaped you.

Not the only one.

But he is very intelligent
and remembers last autumn

when I put a ring around
one of his feelers and let him go.

- Why?
- To study his movements.

Sure... to see if he's horny!

Men should leave others
to enjoy their freedom.

Even that poor octopus
was free once, Simone.

I study coleopteras
because I love them.

Yes, you pin them to boards,
or preserve them in display cases.

At least I eat my octopus.

I don't kill as a hobby like you do.

My God, Simone.
You make me feel like I'm a murderer.

I didn't say that, Mr Fossati.

When one kills contrary to the laws
of nature, one becomes a monster.

But man isn't an insect,
my dear Simone.

We have thousands of years
of civilization behind us.

I don't know about that. I wasn't there.

You've changed... ever since
Federica was murdered.

It was suicide, Mr Fossati.

Suicide, the police said it was suicide.

Of course. Sorry... a slip of the tongue!

No need to worry, Your Honour.

By tonight, I'll have all the documents
signed by the heir.

Of course.

No, everything's in order.

We'll wait a while
before starting work, out of respect.

The poor Countess...
well, she came to a rather nasty end.

Of course, I don't think
I'm underestimating your problems.

But it's an important enough deal
to justify a bit of a risk.

Leave it to me, Your Honour.

Everything will go smoothly.
Just take care of the permits.

OK, Your Honour. Certainly.

I'll drop by and see you.

My respects, Your Honour.

Ready, sir.

- Here. Goodbye.
- Thanks.

Look how beautiful it is!

Look, it's lovely.
It's like a paradise on Earth.

Well, we mustn't fall from grace
here then!

Why not? That's what we came for!

Go, Roberto!

- Hands off!
- I haven't even started yet.

Yes, you have.

- Petrol, gentlemen?
- Petrol!

You've been here a year
and you can't say it yet!

You Italians only teach us
the dirty words!

Come on, Roberto!

Who cares? We didn't come here
to teach them Italian.

- Don't you like me any more?
- I'll show you how much!

Look how lonely it is here!

Come on, Roberto!

Come on...

We've found a nightclub!
There's even a dance floor.

Let's go. At least we can dance!

- Louise, give me the tape recorder.
- Here it is.

Sylvie, put on some music.
It's like a mausoleum in here!

No point trying to set the scene
for some Latin seduction!

This place is more Sibelius
than Puccini!

Hold the culture! Come on, climb up!
You too!

Great, there's a platform too!
Come on, Roberto. Let's do the shake.

You and me will do the tango.

The Aleph. The one... the all...

...the void...

The lines of air, water,
fire and earth are now complete.

Paolo, Paolo!

Paolo!

Paolo!

Paolo!

Paolo! You could at least answer
when I call!

Don't yell,
you'll upset the little fellows.

You and your hateful bugs.

It would be absurd to think
you're capable of love.

Me? I love many things,
but you'd never understand.

We don't understand anything.
Right, Ferdinando?

Clouds of blood
are gathering over the bay.

Really? Just think, Ferdinando.
Now what?

The Aleph appeared
at the end of the line of fire.

The Zaren was suspended
between the lines of water and air.

The sickle of death is about to strike.

Oh really, your cards sometimes...

Last week, the Aleph came up first

and gusts of joy
were going to blow over the bay.

Instead, someone hanged
poor Federica!

You're more insensitive
than your coleopteras.

Can't you feel the chill
of death's icy breath?

All I hear is Ventura holding
the usual orgy in his cottage.

You hate Ventura for the same reason
you hated Federica's husband,

- because he enjoys life and you don't!
- Careful, the formalin!

I hate him because he wants
to turn the bay into a sea of cement.

But I won't let him, even if I have to...

- Not dancing, Roberto?
- I'm no good at it.

Come on,
I'll take you to a private room.

Stop it! You're tickling me!

I only do it in bed.
And it must be comfortable!

Bourgeois!

I'm coming! You big, sexy doll!

Come and see the swimming pool!

God, what a stink!

Here I go!
Careful, you'll trip.

I'm going to dive in.
I'm coming, Roberto!

Are you crazy? Want to get typhus?
There might be a corpse in there.

- You always say terrible things.
- Hey, maybe I found the bed.

- I'm going to swim in the sea.
- You'll get pneumonia.

- You want to die here?
- Let's go. Come on!

- Let's go and find this bed.
- But let's bring Roberto too.

- Why him?
- Don't leave me with this maniac.

Come on, boys!

What do you want?
Go take a swim!

- In this cold?
- Yes, in this cold!

She's used to it.
In her country they eat whale blubber.

- It's like a museum.
- Maybe there's a watchman.

If you're scared, beat it.

- Go on, push.
- I knew it'd be locked.

Let's not be stupid.
This is private property.

- And the bed?
- Luca will take care of that!

Don't worry.
A locked door won't stop me!

Come on, Luca!
Show us what you're made of!

Don't you like girls?

What is this? A threesome?

- Actually, I...
- You did it, you're fantastic!

Come on, Roberto.
You're invited too.

Where are you going?
Look, yours is in the water.

The bed!

Sylvie, go check out the bed.
I'll be right with you.

The party's over for you.

You dumped the other one
to bother us? Are you a voyeur?

Here, be a native! But do it outside.

Where's Roberto?
Just when I've found the bed!

What do you care about Roberto?
I'm here, aren't I?

Let me go! Rapist!

Don't be so rough!
Where are you taking me?

Roberto, is that you?

Roberto, answer me.

Don't fool around.
I found a body!

Hell's bells.

Paolo.

He always pretends he can't hear.

Paolo.

Paolo.

- Well, Alberto. Are you coming?
- The kids.

It took me half an hour
to get them to sleep.

- Why did you leave the light off?
- You know they don't like the dark.

If you'd listened to me,
they'd be at their aunt's now.

- But your sentimentalism...
- With that old hag?

Kids should be with their parents.

Don't start! Think about what
to ask the Fossatis.

Me? I thought didn't know how to think.

It's the truth, or we wouldn't
be reduced to this!

Good evening. Are you Mr Fossati?

I'm Donati's daughter. I'd like
some information about my father.

Is it convenient?
Excuse me, may we come in?

I'd like to talk to your wife too.

Of course,
Filippo Donati's disappearance

threw a very strange light
on dear Federica's death.

Suicide, the police said. But...

Suicide, her!
I knew her well.

She clung to life...
and to her property even more!

As I understand,
what you actually mean is that

Federica wouldn't have
committed suicide...

Excuse me, Madam, if I'm frank...

...but your father wasn't suited
to this place.

Right, Ferdinando. Drink!
Another drop, and then to bed!

And tomorrow morning
a nice flight in the woods!

Excuse me, but your father
was a bit... you understand?

Women, gambling...
Escapades of every kind...

The idea to turn the bay into a luxury
resort was always doomed to fail,

because, as you can see, dear lady,

this place is full of insects.

I imagine that's why the two of you
came to live here then.

My husband,
believes that even insects have a soul.

On the other hand,
if Filippo Donati has a soul,

then insects also do.

Maybe Renata meant that you settled
here because of the natural life.

Natural or unnatural,
one could even kill one's wife

if it meant
one could enjoy life more fully.

I came to find out
about my father's disappearance,

not to hear judgment passed on him.

I don't understand
what you're getting at.

Nothing, my dear lady.

I only hope you don't intend
to reopen the nightclub,

the gas station and the other devilries
installed by your father

that have almost destroyed
the fauna here...

...if you manage to inherit the bay.
Remember all that, Ferdinando?

- Ferdinando doesn't.
- Ferdinando doesn't remember.

No. Inheriting isn't always so easy.

Maybe Federica's will
leaves everything to her illegitimate son.

Her illegitimate son?

Yes! Federica did have
her brighter moments.

Didn't you know that Simone
is the offspring of her secret affair?

No, actually. Who is this Simone?

He lives in a cabin by the bay.

He's part watchman,
part woodsman, part petty thief.

- Anna!
- What?

He's a good chap, but lately
he's had some strange ideas.

Federica kept him in college
until he was 16.

Then she had him build that cabin
and kept him there like an animal.

A constant reminder of her weak flesh.

Maybe he knows something
about my father.

I doubt that. He always avoided him.

He didn't approve
of your father's marriage to Federica.

We should ask him
if he knows anything.

Maybe Franco Ventura
might know something.

He owns the cottage nearby.
He knows your father very well.

It's better not to take the car.
See that path?

It'll take you straight there.

What did you do to your hand?

I cut myself with the penknife.

As if your father's disappearance wasn't
enough, now there's an illegitimate son.

We're worse off than before.

If you'd stop whining and use
your brain, you'd find a solution.

- There's no way out.
- There, you've already given up.

There's only one thing
between us and that inheritance.

- What?
- Nothing.

All right, Simone. Tomorrow...

Go and see who they are.

Are you Simone?

No, everything's fine.
Tomorrow we'll celebrate together.

As soon as we get the go ahead,
I'll take a long holiday.

No, you've got to keep things moving.

I can't right now.

Nothing, just a little complication.

Nothing serious.
Come on, don't start.

I said no!

OK, get all the details
and I'll take care of it.

OK.

Bye, squonk.

You don't remember the last time
you saw Filippo Donati?

You must have had some dealings
with him. You've lived here for years.

This isn't New York!

He was the owner of the bay.

But you knew him, right?

You're a man of few words.

It's horrible! It's my father!

I feel sick.

I found him in the sea.

Take her to Ventura's cottage.
It's over there.

Mr Ventura.

Come on, calm down.

Mr Ventura.

Mr Ventura.

Looks like there's no one here.
How are you? Feeling better?

Get the car, hurry!

I heard your wife scream.

We found Donati's body.

- Where?
- In Simone's boat.

- Have you seen my wife?
- Down there, on the path.

That busybody! Anna!

Alberto, come here, quick!

- Did you see?
- Yes, I did it.

- You did it?
- Why that face?

This isn't the right moment
to get all sensitive!

Stop that idiot before he calls
the police and ruins everything.

- But how?
- Go on, move. Go!

Police...

3-3-2...

3...
2...

Hello? Police?

3...
2...

Fill the tank.

- Is there a phone here?
- Yes, it's inside.

- Should I check the oil?
- Yes, thanks.

Renata!

Stop shouting, are you crazy?

I killed him.

Those two could have saved themselves
if they'd minded their own business.

Now there are no more witnesses.

You mean that you...?

- The wife too?
- Alberto, don't be such an old woman.

In certain situations
you have to act decisively.

Old woman?
I just killed a man.

Listen, let's get out of here.

Things will turn nasty.

If you're such a coward as to dump
everything on my shoulders, go ahead.

But I won't give up the bay
when it's ours for the taking.

- But how?
- Haven't you understood?

Simone.
We just have to get rid of Simone.

Who was that?

What if she saw us?

We'll do what we have to do.

Franco?

Franco!

Laura!

Franco!

- My God! What happened?
- Get Simone, quick.

- But you're wounded!
- Simone!

Bring Simone here, quick!

Don't waste any time.

Simone!

Simone.

Simone, Ventura's been wounded.
He needs help!

- Why did you close it?
- You finally came back to the bay?

- What do you mean?
- You convinced that bastard, Donati,

- to kill my mother.
- Your mother? Me?

Don't play the innocent,
you whore!

Whore!

You drove him to murder.

You wanted him to marry you
at all costs.

You wanted to become
mistress of the bay!

But now I'll kill you like I killed him!

I had nothing to do with it!

I was dragged into this
against my will.

I didn't want to, let me explain.
I was forced!

It was Ventura. That's the truth.

It was all Ventura's idea.
He wanted to buy the bay.

It seems immoral to let the bay
disappear under the vegetation

- ...when it could...
- Disappear under cement?

I've already suffered enough
over the bay.

I prefer the chaos of vegetation
over what you'd like to bring here.

But it's not for love of property
that I keep it.

If my house wasn't here,
I'd have sold the bay long ago.

I assure you
that I would retain its natural beauty.

I'd only build villas...
very exclusive, modern.

You reasons are not sufficient
to convert me to modernism.

I already made the mistake
of entrusting the bay

to someone
with a penchant for modernism.

Excuse me, but your husband...

I don't want to hear another word
about that man!

We could review the price
if that's the problem.

A gentleman would not insist so much,
Mr Ventura.

Excuse me, it's time for my nap.

- Young lady...
- Countess...

Even the most stubborn
can be persuaded to think again.

“8th January. I am now sure that
Filippo feels estranged from me.

"I agreed to his project
for developing the bay."

“In the hope of saving our marriage.

"Instead, it's floundering."

Stop it! I don't care
about the Countess' love life.

Here! It was all over between them
on 13th February.

Listen.
“13th February. All is finished.

"Oh, dear death.
Come swiftly, come silently."

Poor thing.
She must have been devastated.

Read that page again.

"All is finished. Oh, dear death.
Come swiftly, come silently."

What is it?

"13th February."

Tell me. Didn't Donati
once take a liking to you?

Don't be absurd. I met him when
you took me to that nightclub at the bay.

It's time to let him
start courting you again.

In fact, you're the one
who'll court him.

What do you intend to do?

It's simple.

Look.

What does it mean?

The Countess is tired of life
and commits suicide.

- Suicide.
- Yes.

On 13th February,
just like it says here.

On the night of the 13th,
Donati will kill his Contessa.

The next day. The body will be found
with a suicide note beside it.

Donati inherits the bay
and sells it to me. Clear?

If Donati falls in love with you,
things could be a lot easier.

He pushed me into seeing Donati.

Then Ventura intervened himself.

He carried out the plan.

That bastard!

And you're worse than him!

I loved that poor cripple.
You killed her for this shitty bay.

And me... I was stupid enough

to let you involve me
in your dirty deal.

I'll kill you.

Bastards!
I'll kill all of you.

No! I said no!

You can't keep teasing me like this!

I don't want to be the other woman.

Get rid of Federica.

- Then we'll see.
- I thought about it, but it's not that easy.

But it seems to be the only way.

So, will you do it?

I had to do it,
they found Donati's body.

You've got yourself
into some serious trouble.

Put them in the bathroom for now,
then we'll dump them in the sea.

You'd better get out of here,
go abroad.

Where will I get the money?

That can be arranged.

If you sign over the bay to me,
you could get a loan.

But get me a copy of that will
so it's all above board.

OK.

Here. Sign.

Good. Tomorrow morning you'll get
your money, air ticket and passport.

Thank you.

Alberto.
There are two more things.

Come on.

Renata!
They're here. I've found them.

Alberto!

What's happening?

Renata, where are you?

Renata!

Alberto...?

Alberto?

- Alberto.
- Yes?

I didn't think you had it in you.

It was the least I could do for my family.

We'd better clear out of here.

We'll come back as owners
when the bay is legally handed over.

It was lucky we found my father's body.

Now no one can accuse him
of being a murderer.

All's well... that ends well.

Mummy, Daddy!

They're good at playing dead,
aren't they?

Let's go down to the bay.