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FIVE WOMEN FOR THE KILLER

MEA Airlines announces the arrival of flight 404 from Beirut.

Attention please: Urgent message for Mr. Giorgio Pisani.

Please go to the MEA desk at the gate for further information.

I'm Giorgio Pisani, I heard there's a message for me.

- Yes, there you go. - Thanks.

Hello? Hi, Erika, how are you?

Are you sure? The pains have stopped?

Yes, of course I'm happy!

What? You're alone? Isn't Aunt Marta with you?

You can't be alone in your condition.

I'm on my way!

- Yes? - Fill it up. Can I use the phone?

- It's over there. - Thanks.

Erika?

When did your pains start again?

I'll call Lidia right away.

No, don't worry, I'll take care of it. All right, just calm down.

Hello?

No, Doctor Franzi isn't here.

No, I wouldn't know.

Very well, I'll tell her you called.

- Please, we have to hurry! - Calm down.

You're going to be a very anxious father, I'm afraid.

- Premature births are normal, after all. - Even a normal one'd be difficult for her.

- Get in. - My hat's off to Doctor Franzi.

I don't know her, but sometimes these specialists...

- Isn't there anyone with your wife, by the way? - No one!

We have an aunt staying with us, but she's not home today!

- That's Lidia's car! - Who's Lidia?

She's Doctor Franzi.

- You see? - Thank god she's here. Follow me!

- I told you there was no need to overreact. - This way.

- Your wife has probably finished giving birth. - Hurry.

You won't even have to pay me my fee.

Congratulations, sounds like you're a father.

Erika?

Erika!

Lord of the heavens, creator of the earth, give peace to the souls...

Hear their prayers for salvation...

We ask this through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them.

May they rest in peace, amen.

Hail, Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

Don't people wear black anymore?

Blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Giorgio?

You gave a lovely sermon, Father, and you certainly chose your words with care.

I'm the departed's brother. She's my wife.

Father.

You never miss an opportunity to behave like an idiot.

I wasn't in the mood for another sermon.

You were a Christian couple, in the very sense I intend the term.

Even if you don't believe in God, you both believed in love.

Your child was born out of an act of love.

God gave you this baby. He'll be your legacy, and Erika's too.

I didn't say these things during my sermon.

- I only wanted to tell you in private. - Thank you.

Give me the keys, I'll drive. I have no intention of joining my sister.

A hopeless case is an ideal case, according to my point of view.

And it provides much more satisfaction when it ends well.

No, my dear, quite the opposite.

A soon-to-be-croaking patient is ideal because it's not a bother.

Doctor.

I wonder if you're already aware of the terrible dilemma torturing my soul.

I shall invite you to dinner one of these days,

to open those beautiful eyes of yours to the harsh reality mankind is facing.

There are too many people on this earth, my dear!

If we continue to multiply as we are doing now,

someday there will be two people for every square meter.

You know what that means? We'll be this close to each other!

People should seek a solution by reading the sacred writings.

Herod was right, we need a new massacre of the innocents!

- What? - He's the father.

Oh, so you're the father. Congratulations.

Don't mind me, I was just trying to make a self-referential joke.

We'll do everything we can for the child, and that includes doing the impossible!

Goodbye.

Don't pay any attention to what he says.

He's a real showoff, like all head physicians.

But he's a great pediatrician, though. One of the best in Europe.

Lidia, if that boy were to die, well...

It would be like Erika dying a second time.

Don't worry, the child will live.

- Can you wait for me in my office? - Yes, sure.

Bring me the baby!

Let's see what's wrong with the little guy.

Take him next door and give him some nasal drops, they'll do him well.

GIORGIO PISANI - WRITER UNMARRIED

DIAGNOSIS: MALE INFERTILITY

What is this nonsense about me not being able to have children!?

- Who wrote this idiotic diagnosis? - How did you get that?

- What difference does it make? - I demand to know!

All right, it was on your table and I opened it.

- I have the right to an explanation. - It's the truth, Giorgio.

What you just read is the truth.

You may consider yourself the most virile man in the world, but you can't procreate.

But how? When you tested me and Erika you said everything was normal.

When you and her got married I had already been married to Fabrizio for two years.

I was fully acquainted with their bigoted father and his self-righteousness.

Having children was one of his conditions.

He demanded you took those tests, as you remember.

I was very fond of you and Erika.

I knew the old man would have caused problems if he knew the truth,

so I took the initiative and showed you some false results.

Then...

The child isn't mine.

I only took Mr. Pisani's file because the professor wanted to see it,

and then I put it back.

Yes, and you did so on my desk, for everyone to see.

No, I'm absolutely positive I put it in the file cabinet.

That's what I'll tell the professor if you plan to report me.

You'll tell the professor, of course.

Very well. You can go, Miss.

Good morning, Marta.

Any news about the child?

- I'm a changed woman. - Why?

- I feel so different, so happy! - Did I play a role in this?

Naturally, it's also because of you.

And I'm grateful for it.

We're going to have a child, Giorgio, can you imagine it?

We'll have a child of our own.

We're going to have a child, Giorgio, can you imagine it?

We'll have a child of our own.

Good evening.

No, don't move! I'll get someone from the clinic!

- No, there's no need, thanks. - Are you sure?

Yeah, pretty sure.

But if you really want to help, take me home.

I try to read a lot to understand your language better, you know.

"With gratitude and fondness, Giorgio Pisani"

I don't understand. Why did you write gratitude and fondness? We only just met.

Because I earn a living thanks to the readers who buy my books.

I bought it because I thought it was a sexy novel!

I've met businessmen in Italy, soccer players, directors, priests and actors.

Oh, and a queer politician as well.

But you're the first writer I met by chance.

All the people I know brag about being a famous designer or a famous director.

They brag about all the things they have and what they can do for me.

But the truth is they just want to sleep with me.

Foreign girls get a lot of dates here because you think we're all whores.

But I'm not.

This house is quite nice, isn't it?

My friend pays for it.

It means that, if I don't like someone, I don't have to sleep with them.

It's better this way, right?

- Does your friend think you're faithful? - Of course.

You men are just so easy to fool.

Don't you want to?

Don't you like me?

- Is something wrong? - Yes.

- I have some serious problems. - You think I don't have my own troubles?

Tonight I even found out that I'm pregnant.

A single cut, inflicted from the bottom to the top.

From the clitoris to the sternum.

The victim was pregnant. It's written here as well.

And that's the culprit's signature.

A symbol the murderer wanted to leave on the victim's body.

Have you figured out what it means?

- No. - Ah.

The murder scene makes me believe the culprit didn't intend to kill her at first.

Mind on the job, Palumbo, will ya.

The killer would have used something better than a paper cutter, otherwise.

I just don't get it.

Besides, why did the murderer mutilate her womb in that ghastly way?

You think her pregnancy might have something to do with it?

I'd bet on it.

- Did he come today? - Good morning, sir.

Yeah, he's taking a spin on the track. You can wait for him in the pit.

The right rear shock absorber is too hard.

- You almost ran me over! - Don't stand there next time.

It's been a while since we saw each other. I thought you'd come to Erika's funeral.

They discharged me the next day.

My late sister should have left you an envelope.

She told Lidia, as far as I know, or at least she was going to.

- Poor girl, she probably had a bad omen. - None of your fucking business.

- I was trying to do you a favor. - I don't want favors from you.

And now get out of my fucking sight.

- Everything ready? - Here's your performance data.

All right.

Car's ready to go.

What a jerk...

Oh, it's you. How did you get in here?

Through the back door, I wanted to see my son.

See how his little nails show less discoloration? That's a good sign.

- Didn't you talk to the professor? - No.

Let's keep this under wraps, you shouldn't be here at this hour.

If the professor finds out he'll get mad at me.

Of course, I understand.

- Hello? Get me Oriana, please. - Yeah, right away.

Oriana, it's the boss.

Thanks.

Yes? Okay, I'll be right there.

Yes, I suppose it would be like a gossip column.

But there's one thing I don't get, why are you pitching your idea to me?

- Because I know you. - I would beg to differ.

I'm not so naive to let somebody use my newspaper to blackmail people.

Me? Blackmail?

I have enough money to live comfortably,

thanks to my father's foresight and his perfectly-timed passing.

Besides, Editor, I was on a path to become a successful diplomat.

- Before they kicked you out. - Yes, precisely.

I'm looking to give a new spin to my social life.

If you think you can do that by soiling other people's reputations...

Journalism is a ruthless trade, I don't need to tell you that.

You're quite right, there's nothing an individual like you could teach me.

Very well, I guess I'll have to find an editor with less scruples.

And it will be their newspaper that will increase its readership.

Woe is me, then.

Hi, Fabrizio. What are you doing here?

I came to offer my services, but it was a blunder.

How could they publish my articles, considering they already have yours.

Of course. We're two people going in different directions.

Well said. You keep carrying on down the road of morality.

Hey, what's up with you today? You look like somebody who witnessed a miracle!

- I did, in a way. - Yeah? Tell me more.

Later, the boss called me and he sounded a little upset.

Relax, I'm the one who got him all worked up.

Good evening.

- Hi, Oriana. - Hey.

- I have some big news for you, my dear. - Really?

You've finally gotten that Cambodia assignment you wanted so much.

Pack up your things and go. Even tomorrow, if you wish.

I'm sorry, it's true I wanted to go, but I can't leave now.

- But why? - Well, it isn't a hard question to answer.

I learned I was pregnant yesterday afternoon.

I've been dreaming of this moment for years.

And now I feel like a different woman.

Different woman? It's not like you're going to give birth tomorrow!

You understand what I mean, Giorgio.

For the first time, I see life just the way you do.

Until today I was only focused on writing sensational articles.

But now I realize there are other important things in life.

You understand me, don't you?

Yes.

I'm happy to hear the news, and it's all very noble,

but somebody has to go to Cambodia to do the reporting.

- Why don't you go, Giorgio? - Me?

- No, no, no. - Why not?

Twenty days on fabulous terms, it'll help you relax a little.

It will do you a world of good.

I can't accept, sorry. I can't leave my son.

You can't do anything for him now, it's all up to the doctors.

Please, don't insist. I don't want to leave him for now.

I'm leaving, guys.

- See you, bye. - Bye.

- So, tell me about this miracle. - I'm pregnant.

Terrific, and who's the father?

The man I'm going to marry in fifteen days.

Well, I hope the little bundle of joy will make mom and dad happy.

I would settle for him not looking like you.

You're mistaken, I also brought my parents a lot of joy.

- Nine months before I was born. - You can say that again!

Hello, it's Oriana.

Listen, about that murdered foreign girl, it's been a few days since...

You think so?

Can you do me a favor? Would it be possible to get someone else to write it?

I gave it a try but I just don't feel up to it.

Yeah, maybe that's the reason why. I never thought about it.

Thanks, see you tomorrow.

- Good evening, Miss. - Hello, Colonel.

- I heard you open the door so I... - Of course, go on.

I apologize for my insistence, but the wait is driving me crazy.

Did you manage to do something?

Yes, don't worry, I asked a friend and he said he'll bring many next week.

Excellent, thank you very much.

Collecting stamps is the only thing that makes me feel less lonely.

- I understand. Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Bye again.

Identical to the other murder.

Right down to the last detail.

In a way, this might help you with the investigation.

Let's hope so.

The only thing we've discovered so far is that that mark is a fertility symbol.

Something out of an Eastern religion.

I've questioned a couple sex maniacs but that led nowhere.

Don't you think it might all be an elaborate set-up...

...by a murderer trying to pretend to be insane?

Well, it's not like we're dealing with a sane fellow.

- Sir? - What is it, Palumbo?

- There's some phone numbers written here. - Okay.

- Let's see... Palumbo? - Sir?

- Time to make some calls. - All right.

- Oh boy, where's the telephone? - Here. It's a new model.

- Oh, I thought it was an electric shaver. - A woman lived here, Palumbo.

- Right. - 3... 2...

Hello? You're speaking with the Pisani household.

Yes. Giorgio Pisani, the writer.

He's not home.

I don't know, he didn't come back last night.

I got home after midnight, she didn't hear me because she was sound asleep.

Was she still asleep when you left the house this morning?

- What time was it, Mr. Pisani? - Around seven, more or less.

When we called you at 11, the woman who answered sounded embarrassed.

- Was something wrong with her? - Well, how should I know?

She told me your bed hadn't been used. Odd, isn't it?

- I made it before I went out. - Did you write this dedication?

Yes, I wrote it, but...

- But what? - It's a standard dedication I use often.

Yet you told me you didn't know Tiffany, the foreign girl.

This book was in her apartment, where you claim you've never been.

Do you still want to say you never met her?

Well, used books are often sold in second-hand markets.

This one looks brand new, it's hardly been opened.

Very well, Pisani, you can go now.

One last thing.

According to our expert, the murder was committed at around eight.

I wonder if you stumbled upon anybody you know on your way to the city,

between seven and nine.

- I took my car, so that'd be difficult. - You must have refuelled.

No. Have a good day.

- Palumbo? - Yes, sir?

Come here.

- Give this to forensics. - All right.

- I want the handkerchief back. - Yes, sir.

Tell you what, Sofia, I think I'll...

- You're leaving? - I guess so.

Why don't you stay tonight?

- You know why. - Your wife, of course!

- She might find out you have a lover. - No, you're wrong.

She doesn't even care about that.

She's quite the understanding type. It's all about saving face.

My wife's too bourgeois a woman, she will never change.

It's pointless to talk about this, Sofia.

- She's even a proud catholic. - And you just consider me an idiot.

She might feel okay with what you do, but I don't like being made a fool of.

You think you can always do as you please,

like when you act like a tyrant at the clinic.

You seriously want to discuss such matters at this hour?

Just to set the record straight, I'm a left-wing democrat. Understood?

Are you scared you'll be late?

You weren't scared the other night.

And you weren't with me or at your home either!

Yesterday morning, when I spoke to your wife at nine, you still hadn't returned.

And you didn't receive any urgent calls last night!

And you know what that bourgeois wife of yours told me?

"My dear, whores like you always steal our husbands, but you'll suffer the same fate."

A nice thing to hear, huh?

Who'd have imagine that religious nut would say something like this.

Well? Got anything else to say?

It's always the same with you. That's my shirt, Sofia.

After a while you all start behaving like a wife.

So, instead of sparing myself a headache, I end up with two.

I bet you'd like to have a child as well.

Be honest, you'll feel your maternal instincts sooner or later.

Nature gave you a single purpose, I guess.

To be mothers.

- Aldo. - Yes?

I don't know how much this will interest you, and maybe you won't care.

I'm already pregnant.

Oh, for fuck's sake...

Evenin', Professor. Hope I didn't keep you waitin'.

- No, I've just arrived. - I had some carburetor problems.

- Well, take it to a mechanic. - Sure, all right.

You look kinda tired, don't tell me the professor is that demanding.

You're kidding? I barely feel a thing when we make love.

You like the guy, admit it!

It's only natural with a handsome, dapper guy like that.

- I guess I like him from time to time. - See?

I'm not jealous, you know,

I'd just feel sorry if it was a sacrifice for you.

He doesn't mean anything to me. You're the one I love.

Hey, the feeling's mutual!

Why else would I make all these sacrifices?

All in order to open a beauty parlor and live comfortably forever.

By the way, instead of making him spend big money on furniture and presents,

try to get him to give you some cash, otherwise we'll never open that parlor.

Don't worry, I have something ready for the professor that will fix everything.

Tell me more.

- We'll discuss it later. - Whatever.

It's the same fingerprints we found on the book, as well as the victim's.

And on one of the glasses, too.

One fingerprint on the paper cutter and we'd be ready to nail him!

- But he cleaned it. - And you just left yours on it.

Let's not rush to conclusions, I'm not accusing anyone unless I'm sure.

But he was in that damned apartment...

And he knew Tiffany. Why would he lie?

He had asked me if I knew the girl, before showing me the book.

And I said no.

One is always inclined to deny everything when speaking to the police.

And now I'm in trouble over such nonsense.

But they haven't called you back, after all.

I guess they're probably following a much more interesting trail of clues.

Mark my words.

Maybe. Aunt Marta really got me in trouble when she said I didn't return that night.

Come on now.

Don't worry, they cannot accuse you of murder because you don't have an alibi.

I mean, what reason would have driven you to kill Oriana?

- None. - See?

What did Fabrizio want at the newspaper office?

He was trying to get the editor to seriously consider one of his dumb ideas.

- What was it about? - Just another gossip column.

I guess Sofia could have told you about the bastard child she's expecting.

What for? I'm not the one who impregnated her.

Yeah, right, real funny, seeing I'm the one in trouble here.

- Hello? Professor, it's Ms. Sofia. - Take the call, Elena.

It's useless, she won't stop calling until she talks to you.

Whatever, thanks a lot anyway!

Thanks.

Hello? Yes, it's me.

Is it really necessary for me to come now?

Okay, I'll stop by the clinic and then we'll meet.

It's unbelievable...

These things happen to the best families.

I ended up with someone who's maniacally excited at the idea of being a mother.

She could get me into a big mess with no end in sight.

Place this card there, you've almost won your solitaire.

I'd do three things if I were in your shoes.

First off, I'd have her tested to find out if she really is pregnant.

Thanks, but I've already covered that.

I've asked Doctor Franzi, our gynecologist. Sofia works with her, as a matter of fact.

- Luigi? - Yes, sir?

- Get my light brown jacket. - Right away.

You said three things, what's the second one?

I'd change your wardrobe. Can't you see you look ridiculous?

Ridiculous? What do you mean?

- Sir. - It's striped fabric.

- Even my grandfather wore it. - Exactly.

Was that a hint or what?

- And the third thing? - Be real careful, Aldo.

I gave up everything, even having a child.

- But I'm not willing to lose my dignity. - Please elaborate, dear.

I won't side with you if she creates a scandal in the newspapers.

Bitch...

- Good morning, Inspector. - "Inspector"? He said you were friends!

We aren't friends but not enemies either.

- Thanks for the coffee. - Would you like some Grand Marnier?

- Great coffee, too. - I'd like some wine.

- Of course. - Thank you.

To what do I owe this visit?

- To this lovely day. - I see.

Listen to the confession of a police inspector, my dear Pisani,

and allow me to tell you that you're our alibi today.

We took a little break under the guise of visiting you.

Lucky you for living outside the city. This place is simply gorgeous.

What a pretty girl, if you don't mind me saying.

I don't mind, it's not an insult.

- Miss Alba Galli, a guest of mine. - Never lie to the police, Giorgio!

Charmed.

Well, she looks after my son.

Aunt Marta is no spring chicken, after all.

Whereas I'm young and broke, I'm not ashamed to admit it.

- I have to work until graduation. - Which faculty?

- You look like a smart detective, take a guess. - Medicine.

Architecture.

I know, it doesn't have much to do with children,

but I raised four brothers and that gave me a lot of practice.

Besides, they treat me like a queen here.

My room here is ten times better than the one I had at home.

- Where's your aunt's room? - Cigarette?

Thanks.

Aunt Marta's room is on the other side of the house.

- Above the garage? - No, the garage is right down here.

Very well, have a good day. Let's go, Palumbo.

Excuse me!

- Don't worry, I'll come up with an excuse. - Whatever floats his boat.

Hello?

Hello?

Miss? That phone doesn't work sometimes. I'll let you use this other one.

- Thanks. - It's nothing.

- What's the number? - 32, 32...

- Twice? - Yeah, twice.

32, 32, 41.

It's ringing. Here.

Hello? Has the professor returned?

You know exactly who it is.

Let me speak to the professor's wife.

Hello? Who is it?

Give this a break already, dear. He didn't come?

I don't know, try calling the clinic.

I don't care! Go hang yourself if it suits you!

No, there was no manuscript in poor Oriana's desk.

How can it be?

I know she was writing a book.

She told me so herself.

Hello, Aldo?

Aldo?

Hello?

Hello? Who is it?

This is no set-up.

We're dealing with a lunatic targeting pregnant women.

Pregnant? From what I see here this one wasn't.

- She wasn't pregnant? - No.

But she was killed the same way as the other victims.

I guess the killer is doing a variation on the theme. Have fun, Inspector.

A YOUNG NURSE WORKING AT THE VILLA SOLE CLINIC WAS MURDERED LAST NIGHT

Yeah, of course. Me and my workmates recognized her straight away.

Yes, we're all certain. It's the girl that was here yesterday.

Excuse me? You want me to come to the police station?

The others too? Okay, I'm on my way. Bye.

Several luminaries have sat on that sofa.

That's Pellegrini, a C-section specialist.

That's Introzzi, a great clinician.

The one with the beard is Forlanini.

- The guy they named an airport after. - Indeed.

He wasn't a pilot, though, but a clinician.

- Let's talk about that girl. - Yes, she worked here.

A nice girl. I don't think I saw her yesterday.

In the morning, perhaps.

The bar cashier told us she called you in the afternoon.

Why would a cashier know about that?

She remembered your phone number. It's very easy: 32, 32, 41.

Maybe she called to explain to me why she had taken the day off without permission.

That's what Doctor Franzi told me, at least.

- Do your workers call you at home? - It makes sense, since I wasn't at the clinic.

But you weren't here, nor at home.

- I guess so. - Where were you, then?

I had to visit someone outside the city, between six and six-thirty.

And after that?

Do you suspect me, Inspector?

- Do you want me to provide an alibi? - No, I'm just curious.

Well, that's part of your professional bias,

just like discretion and secrecy are part of mine.

- Any other questions, Inspector? - No, Professor, thank you.

- Good day. - Bye.

- Have a good day. - Professor.

Get me Doctor Franzi. Thank you.

Pellegrini!

Goddamit...

Hey, Inspector! I didn't recognize you!

Who knew we would meet in this clinic in Pavia!

The feeling's mutual, I assure you.

You were a pimp the last time I saw you in Rome,

and now you're here working as a male nurse.

Why, it sounds like an interesting development.

I got fed up with my old life in Rome.

Always fighting with the competition and the cops, you know.

- So I decided to turn my life around. - And now you're a pimp here in Pavia.

Perish the thought, Inspector! I've a got job now!

- You? - Yeah, me!

I even take a break every now and then.

- What about your employer? - The professor?

What a swell guy, believe me. He's like a father.

Is this father figure aware of your troubles with the law?

- Well, actually... - And you?

- Do you know the professor well? - Sure, I even double as his driver.

- Let's have a little chat, shall we? - What's wrong, Inspector?

I don't know anything, I swear.

It doesn't matter who told me Sofia was his lover.

Just answer my question, please.

The professor asked me to visit her yesterday morning.

I was planning on doing it in the afternoon.

Why not straight away?

Well, the professor didn't want her to realize he was behind it.

I really didn't know what to do, you see.

Sofia wasn't stupid, quite the opposite actually.

I understand.

So, you didn't visit her.

And Professor Betti had no idea Sofia's pregnancy was just a lie.

He had some suspicions, though.

I see.

Very well. Thanks for everything and sorry for the bother.

Palumbo.

Everyone in the clinic knew that Sofia and I were lovers.

But we were the only ones knowing she was pregnant, Doctor.

And your wife, Professor.

Right. My wife knew it as well.

She also knew.

You will probably find it ridiculous that...

...I talk about my husband as if I married him yesterday.

- No, I find it beautiful. - And enviable.

- Imagine how much it angers my friends. - I can imagine.

Don't listen to my wife, Inspector,

or she'll convince you that I should be awarded a Nobel Prize.

I'm not sure if she'd want me to win it as a pediatrician or a husband, though.

- Glad to meet again, Inspector. - I'd like to talk, Professor.

- Of course. Do you mind, darling? - No, go ahead.

- Have a seat. - Thanks.

- Tell me, Inspector. - Sofia's death hasn't troubled you, I see.

Why? How did you expect me to behave?

And especially not in front of my wife, if you don't mind.

Let me put something straight, Inspector.

Sofia and I weren't madly in love.

We were just having a bit of fun. A pleasant distraction, I could say.

- But you had the key to her apartment. - Sorry? What apartment?

Don't play naive, Professor.

The apartment where you used to meet Sofia.

No, I never had any key.

Very well. Thank you and sorry for the bother, Professor.

- Don't worry. - Palumbo.

Professor.

- Are you leaving already? - Yes.

Luigi, show the gentlemen to the door.

- Bye, pleasure meeting you. - Bye.

My, how rude.

See you.

Farewell.

That lady's quite an actress.

- The button, Palumbo. - Which button?

This button!

You're in trouble now, huh, pig?

The poor thing didn't have the key!

Elena, what do you know about that key?

What is there to know?

That I don't have it anymore. I can't find it.

- It's vanished. - Really?

Of course I had the key, Inspector.

But I got rid of it as soon as I heard about the tragedy.

You know, the kind of thing one does instinctively.

- Is this key so important? - Yes. Quite important.

You see, Sofia was completely naked when she was murdered,

because she was going to have a bath.

If somebody knocked on her door, she would've put something on.

Well, yes.

And there was no sign of a break-in, by the way.

I'm asking you again, Inspector: do you suspect me?

Do I have to provide an alibi?

Yes, Professor. This time I'd appreciate if you could provide one.

Very well, then.

That afternoon Sofia kept calling me to arrange a meeting.

She wouldn't take no for an answer, so I agreed to meet her at seven in that bar.

Michelangelo. My hat's off to you, Inspector.

I first had to visit a friend's son who lives outside the city.

I stayed there until about seven.

- And then? - Then I drove back to the city.

The car broke down on the way.

You see, I'm not much of a driver and I don't know anything about cars.

So I called a male nurse at the clinic, a kid who sometimes acts as my chauffeur.

He came to fix the car and yada, yada, yada.

Long story short, it took more than an hour.

I was too late for... Sorry.

I was too late for the appointment and... Sorry again.

The kid drove me back to the city around eight-thirty.

He'll confirm everything. What a nice kid, his name's...

- Franco Pellegrini. - Exactly, do you know him?

He's a convicted felon with ties to prostitution rackets and more.

A nasty surprise, don't you think?

Imagine what might have happened if you hadn't told us the truth.

But you have no reason to worry. Am I right, Professor Betti?

Quite the opposite, Inspector! I'm rather worried!

The press is looking for news, the whole city is under threat...

A convicted felon could try accusing an innocent man to save somebody else.

- It does happen. - Absolutely.

My higher-ups bug the crap out of me from dawn to dusk.

And someone like Pellegrini could be capable of anything.

But I will arrest the real culprit, and not some poor sod.

You can count on that.

Well said, Inspector. I'm counting on it.

Have a good day.

Did you know Professor Betti's wife spent some time in an asylum?

Attempted slaughter. She was only fifteen.

She tried to murder her entire family. Unbelievable, huh?

She had used rat poison, so no one died fortunately.

They kept her locked up in an asylum for several years.

Here's your nanny. She's just my kind of woman.

Don't you agree?

No, scratch that.

You have more right to console yourself.

My wife is still alive, even if she's as cold as a block of ice!

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Can I take a look?

Who does he look like?

He doesn't look like you or Erika.

This baby doesn't look like anyone.

I told you five times already, Inspector.

It's getting monotonous like a stuck record.

Anyway. I was at work, and the professor called me.

It must have been seven, maybe ten past seven.

He said "Pellegrini, my car has broken down."

All right, I get it. Go on.

Mind if I smoke?

You know that already, but me and Sofia were in a relationship.

You think I'd provide an alibi for the one who murdered my woman?

- The same man who paid you. - Paying me, Inspector?

He lent me some money every now and then, that's all.

Fact is, I loved her. She was so kind and beautiful.

And she did everything you told her to, huh?

Like telling Betti she was pregnant, to squeeze some more dough out of him.

No, that was her idea.

I'd have never thought of that, not even considering she couldn't have children.

- Are you sure of that? - Of course I am.

I never had any trouble after we made love.

She told me right away after we met, she had...

She had a hereditary thing, something she was born with.

I don't remember the exact term, I had someone at the clinic explain me.

- Why didn't you tell the police? - Tell the police?

No, it's just a theory I have, nothing more.

- I might send them down the wrong path. - All right, let's discuss it in person.

- I can get there in an hour. - Here at the clinic?

- No. I feel like I'm being watched here. - All right, I understand.

Let's meet at your place, I can be there in less time.

No, you're not bothering me at all.

- Aren't you finishing your dinner? - What? No.

Lidia isn't the kind of person who gets frightened over nothing.

Frightened of what?

Lidia!

Lidia!

Lidia?

- Giorgio... - Lidia!

He turned the power off.

Lidia!

What happened?

I just got home, I was getting changed when...

You're injured!

I'm so scared I want to scream!

Go on and do it, then.

Calm down now, try to relax.

He jumped out of that window!

He jumped out of that window!

At first it was just a guess, but now I am certain.

Sofia worked with me, we always saw the same things.

I'm sure she was killed because she noticed something wrong.

Something I could have noticed as well!

- At the clinic, you mean? - Yes.

Bandaging up people is not my forte, but I'm sure Aunt Marta will fix it.

- Marta? - Yes, you're coming with me.

You can't stay here, he'd come back to finish what he started.

I can't, Giorgio, your house is too far from the clinic.

No way, you're not going back to that clinic.

Tell them to go to hell and start taking care of yourself.

Don't worry, we'll call Fabrizio tomorrow.

Sure, but where? You know how many days it's been since I last saw him?

I've lost count, as well as the habit of considering him my husband.

- Would you like to see the baby? - Yes.

Who is she? The nanny?

Wh...

Hey, give me back my cigarette!

Come back here!

- He's doing much better today. - Yes, much better.

- He's eating. - I told you it was nothing.

- Yes. - Babies often experience loss of appetite.

- Could you take me to Sant'Angelo? - Gladly.

I was thinking of going in the afternoon, I have a pregnant patient to visit.

As you prefer.

I'm not going to the clinic, I won't be in danger in Sant'Angelo.

Besides, I'll be there as well.

You're forgetting Aunt Marta is going away to visit her relatives.

- The boy will be all yours for two days. - Another time, then.

I guess she'll have to do without a bodyguard.

Don't forget about that horrible night you had only because you feel safe here.

How could I?

Once you've stared death in the face you never forget it.

- About that night... - Yes?

I don't know...

There's something strange, a detail I'm missing.

- What detail? - If only I knew...

- Has Lidia gone already? - Yes, a good while ago.

Listen, I know you're about to face a boring evening.

It won't be much fun for me, either. Dinner at a publisher's home.

- What's wrong? - Nothing.

- Are you sure? - I'll tell you another time.

Go now or you'll be late.

Bye.

- Giorgio? - Yes?

I'm pregnant.

Come on, don't make that face.

I mean, it's worse for me than for you.

What do I have to do with this?

What are you talking about?

We've been making love for a few weeks, if I'm not mistaken.

- Yes, but... - But you might not be the father.

Is that what you're trying to say?

- Actually, I didn't... - I understand.

I haven't left this house since the day I arrived,

but you're so selfish, and so scared to compromise your reputation,

that you'd rather label me a whore.

- I never said that. - I'm not a gold digger, you know.

I'm just twenty years old and I have no intention of settling down.

I want to live my life.

I only told you because I need you to find a doctor and get me out of this mess.

Let me get this straight.

Are you expecting a child from me?

Oh, you've realized at last.

Listen, I'm not going to Valsecchi's dinner. I'll tell them I can't join them.

No way. You're going, it's too important.

Besides, I'd like to be alone for a while to collect my thoughts. Bye.

- Is Giorgio home? - No.

She started writing cooking books, I tell you.

I had to tell her cooking is serious business!

Culinary art, they call it! Much more serious than working in the movies!

It's a matter of dignity, that's what I always say!

Beg your pardon, Ma'am, but your breasts are in the way.

Don't tell me you're calling that lady to tell her I dismissed her book!

Sorry?

No, don't worry, I'm just calling home.

- No luck? - No.

It's very strange.

You're not afraid of me, are you?

- No, no. - I'm not a dangerous guy.

Giorgio and I are good friends. I'm Erika's brother.

Well, a bastard brother, but me and Erika always got along.

Do you know anything about an envelope Erika wanted to give me?

Yes, Giorgio mentioned it, but it happened long ago.

Right. It's been a while since Fabrizio told me about it.

But he's not to be trusted.

I thought he wanted to make me quarrel with Giorgio.

He likes to stir up trouble, you know. Have you ever met him?

- Just barely. - Poor Erika was his opposite.

Fabrizio is so sleazy, you never know what he wants from you.

Truth be told, I think he's a real jerk.

- What about the envelope? - Giorgio told me to come and get it.

It's money, I guess. Poor Erika knew I'm always strapped for cash.

- Can I see the child? - He's sleeping now.

Another time, then. I don't want to be too much of a bother.

It's kinda late now.

I really have to go.

My hippie girlfriend could have replaced me by now.

That would be a real pain in the neck, you know.

Sorry about the baby, but he cries every time he wakes up.

Don't worry, I understand.

- Bye, then. - Bye.

See you around.

Call tomorrow, I'll ask Giorgio to give me the envelope.

Sure, that would be a capital idea.

Are you still worried about that phone call, Pisani?

I'm sure they just unplugged it.

Boy, I wish I could do the same at work!

- Bang, bang! You're dead! - You only grazed me!

- You missed! - No way! I hit you!

- Nope, you didn't! - Liar!

It's end of the road for you, White Feather!

You are reckless! Do you have any idea what that vase cost!?

Go to bed, both of you!

I apologize for my kids, I thought they were asleep by now.

He jumped out of that window!

I'm pregnant.

This baby doesn't look like anyone.

A new massacre of the innocents.

I'm sorry, but I have to leave at once. It's an emergency.

What's wrong with him?

So odd, he's never behaved like that before.

- Who is it? - It's me, I forgot something.

An inflatable toy for the baby.

- But... - I know, it's not much.

- You shouldn't have. - Just a little gift I nicked from a store.

Thank you.

Sofia wasn't stupid, quite the opposite actually.

Thanks very much.

Giorgio? Giorgio, is that you?

Giorgio?

Who's there?

Alba!

Giorgio, look out! She's got a hatchet!

Lidia... You.

- You killed Erika. - Yes.

Why did you do it?

Because I love you, Giorgio. I've always loved you.

I killed the others, too.

But no one caught me, because I planned everything with this!

With my brain!

And that baby... It's mine!

- Yes, Lidia. - Wrong! It isn't!

B-because I'm sterile. I am. Not you, Giorgio.

I can't have children.

That's why I have to kill every woman who can.

And now I'll have to kill Alba, because she's pregnant.

I tested her personally.

Lidia.

I thought I wouldn't make it in time, I'm glad you got here before me.

- Palumbo. - Yes, sir?

Call the psychiatric hospital and tell them to send an ambulance.

Then call this number.

Tell him we caught the murderer, Lidia Franzi, and that we need him.

The vases on her window ledge had remained miraculously intact.

That made me realize Lidia had staged the attack.

So I got scared, and came racing home immediately.

My investigation was slower and more complicated,

but it helped me uncover another murder.

- I know. My wife's. - Yes.

I discovered Lidia Franzi couldn't have children,

and somebody told me she was in love with you.

Moreover, when your wife died giving birth, Franzi was the only person present.

No one else.

Vague suspicions, yes, but I secretly requested an autopsy on your wife.

I was hoping that the killer had left the symbol of fertility on her.

I was right, because it was hastily inscribed on her pubic region.

You wanted to see me, Inspector? Here I am.

- Yes, Professor. - I saw the ambulance.

Frankly speaking, I wouldn't know what to do to help Doctor Franzi.

- It isn't my field. Good evening. - Good evening.

That isn't why I bothered you. Please, make yourself comfortable.

- Thank you. - No one can help Ms. Franzi now, indeed.

I'd like you to help me bring this series of terrible murders to a close.

I'm referring to the killing of someone you knew very well. Sofia.

Sofia? I don't follow you.

She was murdered in the same ghastly manner as the others.

Correct, but it wasn't Lidia Franzi who killed her.

- No? - Pellegrini had told Lidia that Sofia couldn't have children.

He's the man Sofia loved.

Things don't add up.

Lidia Franzi had no reason to kill Sofia.

It's clear she was killed by somebody else.

Believing Sofia to be pregnant, the culprit killed her...

...knowing the other maniac would be blamed for the murder.

Do you have any idea about who this maniac might be, Inspector?

Well, you and Pellegrini were the only two men in Sofia's life.

Pellegrini knew the pregnancy was a lie,

and he had no interest in killing the woman who financially supported him.

I would rule him out, even if he doesn't have an alibi.

- So Pellegrini doesn't have an alibi? - Oh, I almost forgot that detail.

You both shared the same alibi.

That story about your car breaking down and Pellegrini coming to pick you up.

- Sorry, but it doesn't hold up. - Now I get it...

You convinced Pellegrini to say what suited your version.

- You don't think that... - No, Pellegrini didn't say anything.

But we found out your car was at a repair shot that afternoon. Carburetor problems.

- It seems someone was lying. - Get to the point, Inspector.

I'd just like to show you something.

Do these gloves belong to you?

- No. - Odd. Your wife stated the opposite.

Bring her in.

He was so sure of both me and himself, that he left the gloves in the garage.

He didn't even bother to hide them, as if it was nothing.

You dirty son of a bitch...

PROFESSOR BETTI FOUND GUILTY OF KILLING YOUNG NURSE

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