Girl Who Knew Too Much, The (1963)

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You just wind them around your fork.

I will learn to do it if it kills me.

One dollar is 625 lire.
Ten dollars is 6250 lire.

1000 dollars is 625000 lire,
10,000 dollars is...

After all, Italian fashions
are the best in the world now.

I'll get myself something
just like Jackie Kennedy's.

(Thinking in Italian)

Something's wrong
with those engines.

I can hear it.

Oh, boy,
I knew I should've taken a boat.

What an idiot. Washing the blood
off that knife in a bathtub.

Even a public washroom
would've been better.

Besides, poison is surer and safer.

Anyway, I guessed it on page 67.

May I?

Would you like one?

No, thank you, I have my own.

I forgot them.

Please, take one of mine.

Well, all right,
thank you very much.

Here, you can keep it,
I have another one.

Take it, please.

All right, I Will.

Smooth, isn't he, but nice!

Marvelous, this Latin impetuosity.

Ah, Italy!

Rome, Da Vinci, Michelangelo,
Marcello Mastroianni.

The sun, the ruins.

A whole month: no typewriter,
no switchboard, just Rome.

I know it will be wonderful.

(Stewardess) 'May I have your attention,
please. We are about to land.

'Will you please fasten your seat-belts?'

(squealing tires)

(Woman speaks Italian)

Attention please, TWA flight 208 is
arriving from London and New York.

It's taking them a long time.

What's going on here?
What are you doing?

What do you have this time?
Let's open your bag and have a look.

Is this your usual supply?
Well, well, only cigarettes this time?

- Cigarettes?
- Must be more than that!

- Miss, I think you dropped this.
- (Gasps)

Ahh, thank you.

Ahh!

Oh!

Ow!

Who said the Italians were so polite?

The bus!

Oh, no, you get your suitcase
stolen that way.

No thanks,
better not take any chances.

(Rings bell)

Does Ethel Wignal Batocci live here?

Miss Drowson?

- Yes.
- Come in.

- (Gasps)
- Oh... I'm sorry.

Did I hurt you?

No, it's all right.

Thank goodness you've come,
Miss Drowson.

- (Thunder and lightning)
- I got here just in time.

Permit me to introduce myself,
Marcello Bassi.

I'm the doctor.

The doctor?

- Yes, Mrs Wignal is not at all well.
- Oh!

But don't be so concerned,
or else she'll be alarmed.

Here's a nice surprise for you.

You should've been here
half an hour ago!

Well, aren't you going to kiss me?

So, you finally made it to Rome.

How was your trip?

Oh, but first, tell me about
your dear mother, is she well?

Silly question to ask!

She's always been
healthy as a horse.

But then, so have I.

Somehow I haven't been well
since Augusto died.

You knew him, didn't you?

Of course not,
you weren't even born then.

His picture is hanging in your room.

I had a little altar built here for him.

You see, I couldn't bear
looking at his picture.

It made me... too sad.

My dear, you must be tired.
Go up and rest.

Now, don't argue,
I don't want to hear a single word.

Well, aren't you going to kiss me?

Go on. Hurry.

Nora, you must get to know Marcello,

and Marcello...
pretty girl, isn't she?

I hope you make the most of your trip.

I don't want to alarm you, Miss Drowson,

but you must be careful
that the signora doesn't get excited.

It's very dangerous - very.

- I must go now.
- (Thunder)

Oh... her heart medicine's on the table
beside her bed.

If she should have any trouble breathing,
she has bronchitis as well,

or pain of any kind, call me at once.

I'll be at the hospital.

Here's the number.

It's just down the Spanish Steps,
not very far from here.

- First street to the left.
- But...

it won't be necessary, will it?

Well, let's hope not.

It's only the second time I've ever seen
her, but I'm already very fond of her.

She will be all right, won't she?

- She must.
- We'll do our best.

Why don't you call me at the hospital
anyway, so that I know everything's OK?

Until tomorrow then.

A couple of hours in Rome and
I've already had my hand kissed twice.

Ahh!

(Thunderstorm)

(Thunder and lightning)

Joe knew that this time he had it made,
nothing could go wrong,

he'd been too careful.

There was a secret of success
in this racket, tactical planning.

It was why the big boys were rolling in
dough instead of being inside looking out.

And after tonight, Joe was going to be
one of the big boys too -

no matter how many men had to die.

The contact was supposed to be
in the San Diego drug route

one hour after the robbery.
Joe made sure he got there first.

What a storm, listen to that rain.

Sunny Italy!

Well, I guess it has to rain,
even in Italy.

The sun will come out,
it'll be beautiful, romantic.

Ahh, Dr Bassi, Marcello Bassi.

I guess he has to kiss ladies' hands
because he's Italian,

but he kissed mine twice!

I wonder if that means anything?

Joe waited until Max had
stopped the car and gotten out.

Max came towards him silhouetted
in the glare of the headlights,

and Joe shot him four times
and laughed out loud.

I guess I better get to sleep.

Oh, no, you don't!

You peeping Tom!

Nora!

Nora!

(Ethel moans)

(Grown)

Ethel?

Ethel!

(Thunder)

(Line crackles)

Hello?
Hello?

Hospital?

Hello?

I can't hear you!

Hello?

(Thunder and lightning)

Ah!

(Wails)

(Thunder)

(Gasps)

- (Wails)
- (Thunder and lightning)

Ow!

Ow!

(Bell rings)

(G roans)

(Woman screams)

Oh!

(Gasps)

(Tyres squealing)

(Tyres squealing)

Oh!

(Birdsong)

(G roans)

Ah!

(G roans)

Miss?
Miss?

Speak!

What happened?

(Sniffs)
Ah, one drink too many, that's it.

Hey, this one's almost naked.

Oh!

No!

Don't k*ll me!

I won't say anything,
I won't say anything!

Please, please!

Save me!

Just calm down
and tell me what happened.

Over there.
I saw her.

She was dead.

What?

In her back.

I...
(Sobs)

It was awful.

(Sobs)

Is this paradise?

She's awake.

Don't try to move.
You're in a hospital.

You're safe now.

A m*rder, please help me.

I saw a woman k*lled.

Shh, everything is all right now.

We know all about it.

Try to rest.
Try to rest.

Good morning, Miss,
are you feeling better?

This is Doctor Facchetti.

Please tell me, why am I here,
what's the matter with me?

I'm a doctor of homicide,
one might say.

I'm from the police.

I'll tell you everything about it.

There was a man, he had a knife
and he stabbed her.

Miss Drowson, have you ever seen
a m*rder before?

No, no, I've never seen
anything like that - never!

Tell me, do you read
many m*rder mysteries?

You don't believe me, do you?

But I saw it!

Read them all the time?

Yes, I...

Well, I would advise you
not to read them anymore.

I don't think they agree with you.

Goodbye, Miss Drowson,
I hope you enjoy your stay in Rome.

And Ethel... Oh, my God,

I saw her dead and then she started
moving. Oh, how horrible!

Now, here we have
a very interesting case.

Mythomania or compulsive lying,
combined with advanced alcoholism.

The patient has lost
all sense of time.

What... what are you saying?

Alcoholism?

Look, doctor,
I've never had a drop in my life!

Look at her, a touching combination
of youth and beauty,

and yet, an alcoholic.

Excuse me, Professor,
I'm sorry I'm late.

Marcello, please tell them who I am.
Tell them I'm not crazy or an alcoholic!

(Marcello) Miss Drowson,
what are you doing here?

It's not difficult to understand
what happened to you.

Your arrival, being tired,
the shock of Mrs Wignal's death.

And on top of that, being assaulted
and robbed on the steps.

No one can blame you
for having a nervous breakdown, but...

...now you must try and forget about it.

Look, Doctor, maybe you're right.

Maybe everybody else is right,
but I wasn't drunk.

I never drink.

What you said about the shock
of Mrs Wignal's death, I was tired,

the blow on my head,

but all these things happened,
didn't they?

Yes.

Then why would I suddenly
start imagining a ghastly m*rder.

Sometimes a blow on the head
can precipitate such matters.

Are you trying to say I was crazy?

No, no, don't misunderstand me.

Doctor, please,
I was perfectly sane.

I was right there,
I saw everything.

Come on, I'll show you.

It was here.

Right here.

There.
There's where he hit me.

- The m*rder*r?
- No, the man who stole my purse.

Then, when I woke up,
I heard this scream.

- (Woman screaming)
- Ah!

Go on, children. You too.

(Indian w*r cry)

- (Cap g*n firing)
- (Speaks Italian)

(Laughs)

That's the kind of crime
you see in Rome.

(Cap g*n firing)

Are you looking for someone?

No, I'm sorry, I just thought
for a moment I... Excuse me.

(Sobs)

I'm sorry, but I can't help it.

After everything that's happened,
I just can't help it.

Of course, I understand.
Perhaps I can help.

After I ran out of the house,
it was so so horrible,

A man stole my purse,

a woman with a knife in her back...

What did the doctors say?

That I must be wary
of my imagination.

I'm sure that in a few days,

I'll be able to walk past the Spanish
Steps without giving it a thought.

I'll forget all about
the poor woman who was k*lled.

Oh!

Poor Ethel!
How could I be free of that yet?

Or ever?

Excuse me.

May I speak to you a moment, please?

I heard about poor Ethel.

She was such a dear.

I was very fond of her.

I'm sure that she would be very happy
to know that we met... even like this.

My name is Laura Craven-Torrani.

I couldn't help overhearing.

Are you alone in Rome?

If I can help you in any way,
let me know.

Thank you.

But haven't we met
somewhere before?

Mrs Torrani, I'm delighted
that you two have met.

Miss Drowson needs some friends
of her own age.

My mind can rest at ease now.

Do you like living here?
I mean, this part of the city.

Of course, it's the most beautiful
part of Rome. (Laughs)

And now, let's go in and claim your
holiday, what's left of it, huh?

My husband's Italian but he works in
Switzerland, so, he's almost never here.

Oh, I feel so lonesome sometimes.

Of course, I go out to Bern to see him
quite often, but I don't like it there.

I can never live there.

Well, this is not a very large house -
it was once a sculptor's studio -

but we adore it.

What a pity
we can't stay here enough.

It is beautiful here.

You're lucky
to have a house like this in Rome.

It must be heavenly to live here.

Wait a minute.

Tomorrow, I'm going to Bern,
and the house is going to be empty.

Why don't you come and stay here?

No, I couldn't.

Don't be silly, why not? (Laughs)

Look, they leave the house in a mess,
and when nobody's here, it's worse.

They make me so nervous.

You'd do me a favour
if you come and stay here.

- My mother...
- Oh,

but your mother
would be more than happy.

Why don't you call her right now,

and tell her that you're staying
with an old friend of Ethel's?

Look, Mother, murders do not happen
just like that here.

Yes, you're right, you're right,

I've been reading
too many m*rder mysteries!

All right, Mother.

I'll be careful.

All right.

Don't worry, darling.

OK, I'll write you.

Good bye.

(Sends a kiss)

Good.

And now,
let's have a nice cup of tea.

And then we just have time
to get you all settled,

before my nephews come home.

(Laughs) Don't worry, I'm going to
take them to Bern with me.

Sit down.

Oh, by the way,
when my husband is not here,

I usually sleep in this bed.

Lovely, isn't it?

(Laughs)
Look!

Like a figure in a painting.
(Laughs)

Of course, the portiere
will do all the cleaning,

so you don't have to bother
about anything.

Another thing - come with me.

This is my husband's studio.

He keeps it locked all the time.

One less responsibility for you,
isn't it?

(Plays music)

(Woman speaks Italian)

Hello, is anyone here?

Who are you?

Oh, excuse me, no one answered
the door, so I opened it with my key.

I am the portiere.

I am sorry if I frightened you.

It's all right,
I just didn't hear anybody ring.

Excuse me, Miss,
there was a man here,

with a form for you to fill out
with your name and everything.

He said he was from the police,

but to me, he looked like someone
out of a job.

There is no hurry,
you can do it tomorrow.

Oh, this will only take a minute,

and then we'll decide
when you can come to do the cleaning.

You can depend on me, Miss.

It will be nice to have someone
living in this house again.

It's been closed for so long.

Senor Torrani hardly ever
comes back here any more,

and Senora Laura doesn't like
to stay here after that night.

- What night?
- Oh, it was terrible.

Well, it's been a long time,
it happened years ago.

What happened years ago?

Don't you know?
It was in all the papers.

Of course,
I guess you weren't in Italy then.

It's almost ten years now,

but I still remember that night
like it was yesterday.

Imagine, poor Senora Laura's sister
was m*rder*d -

stabbed to death,
right in front of this house.

So, it wasn't only a dream,
I did see something.

I saw a m*rder
that happened ten years ago.

But, how could that be?

Yet, I saw it happen,
I didn't only imagine it.

It was not a hallucination.

How could I see now something
that happened so long ago?

How?

(Gasps)

Newspaper clippings.

Third victim
found on the Spanish Steps.

Terror reigns in Rome.

Woman stabbed to death.

Alphabet m*rder*r strikes again.

The third and latest victim of the mystery
k*ller is Emily Craven, a young heiress.

The victims to date
have all been young women,

k*lled in alphabetical order.

A, B and now C.

(Ringing)

(Ringing)

Hello?

Hello?

You understand
that it is an understatement,

when I say
a steady hand is necessary,

for the partial removal
of the anterior lobes.

Fortunately,
it is a very rare operation,

but, my dear,
I'm sure that you realise,

we neurosurgeons are,
as it were,

the explorers in the field of medicine -

the most daring, with the greatest skill,
facing the greatest risks.

But what does medicine say
about ectoplasm?

-(Laughs)
- No, it is not a joke.

Your case is a most interesting one.

You will recall that I said so
at the hospital.

And at that time,
I had no way of knowing

that the crime
had actually taken place.

Miss Rawson has relived an event
which happened ten years ago -

the Craven m*rder.

Although it is difficult to believe,
it is quite possible.

This, of course, is something
more closely related to meta-psychosis

than to modern medicine.

In Miss Rawson's case, it is improper
to refer to ectoplasm or hallucinations,

but rather to something which
the mediums term transposition.

Even mediums eat,
your food will get cold.

Do you mean, doctor, that, um...

...Nora has found, in herself,
a witness to the Craven m*rder?

No, no, no, I don't go as far
as to say that. But I do say...

...with extraordinary
extrasensory perception.

She has looked into the past.

Perhaps only by accident,

but once she masters her powers,
learns to control them,

there will be nothing
she cannot do.

You see, my dear,
I've brought you here this evening,

because this place holds
a strange fascination for me.

It provokes in me an effect,

much the same as that which
you experienced the other night-

a form of resurrection of the memory.

For instance -
standing here alone with you now,

I can almost feel
a toga on my shoulders,

a wreath of laurel on my brow.

I stand awaiting my chariot,

my Mauritanian horses.

Then you've been gifted too, professor.

Yes, that's why I feel so close to you,
my dear,

now that I know your whole story.

Do you?

You know, it's so hard for me to explain,
but...

...I just can't get the picture
of that woman out of my mind.

I know.

And now, I know it sound silly,

but somehow... I keep thinking...

...I'm going to be the next victim.

But, my dear, the last k*lling
was ten years ago!

And the k*ller vanished
after the Craven m*rder.

And even if he should reappear,

it would be a long time
before he would get to the letter R.

But professor, my name is not Rawson,
it's Drowson, with a D.

(Ringing)

(Telephone rings)

(Gasps)

Oh!

(Grunts)
Ooh!

(Dog barking)

(Howls)

(Sirens)

(Barking)

(Scraping)

What's that?

Oh!

(Footsteps)

(Screams)

Who screamed?

Oh! Who are you?
What is this, a trap?

What are you talking about, trap?

I just came to...

Ohh!

Oh, what a day!

I've seen so much today,
I bet I couldn't tell the difference

between the Coliseum
and Castel Sant'Angelo.

Let me see
what I've got to do tomorrow.

- Let's see, the Museo Capitalina.
- Capitalino.

The Museo Etrus...

Etrusco.

But, will you be safe,
all by yourself?

Don't be silly, of course I'll be safe.

Look, Marcello, I told you,

I've forgotten everything
about mysteries and murders.

Now, I'm just a simple tourist
staring at the ruins. (Laughs)

So, you don't have to drag me
out of a restaurant,

just because someone
happens to mention the word m*rder.

- But I only wanted to...
- Never mind, I've forgotten about it.

But sometimes
you seem so helpless all alone,

that I feel it's my duty to stay.

(Ringing)

I am not quite as alone as you think.

As a matter of fact,
I have to get that.

Good night.

- Good night.
- Good night.

(Ringing)

- Good night.
- Good night.

Good night!

(Gate bangs)

(Door clicks open)

Is anyone here?

(Male voice) Come in.

Come in, signorina.

Don't be afraid.

You have to come to me,
I can't move.

Straight ahead,

to the last door.

Are you alone?

No one followed you?

You must be careful.

Very careful.

After all, you have seen too much,
haven't you?

And your last name begins with D.

Now, do you understand?

Come in.

Don't be afraid.

Come in, signorina.

Straight ahead,

to the last door.

Ah!

(Grunts)

- Marcello?
- Are you crazy?

Marcello,
there's a man in there.

Come, Marcello!

He told me to come here.

That the k*lling I saw
really happened.

He said he'd tell me the truth.

- I'm just going to...
- No!

No!

" NO!
" No!

(Gasps in fear)

Where is he?

But... Marcello, he was here,
he was talking to me.

- You don't believe me, do you?
- I didn't say that.

Marcello!

Marcello, look!

Come in, signorina.

Straight ahead,

to the last door.

You must be careful.

After all, you have seen too much,
haven't you?

And your last name begins with D.

Well, it's clear somebody's
trying to frighten you.

You see now?

If I'd run away,
nobody would've believed me.

But at least now we have a clue.

The apartment
belongs to someone named Landini.

Landini?

Landini?

Where have I heard that name before?

The newspapers.

Sure, it was in one of those
newspaper articles,

about the murders.

Come on, I'll show you.

Someone's taken them.

Someone's
been coming into this house.

- Let's call the police.
- Wait,

before you get excited,
think a minute.

Don't you have a maid?

Yes, a portiere, but...

- And doesn't she have a key?
- Yes.

Well, she must've taken it,
you can't call the police for that.

I guess not.

What time is it now?

5.30.

Look, why don't we wait until morning,

and then we can go to that house
and look for Landini.

You're not tired, are you?

Oh, no, no.
Besides, I wouldn't leave you alone.

Good, why don't you wait for me there.
I'll go and take a shower, OK?

(Bell)

This is where we'll find Landini.

Mr Landini, please.

That's 2,000 lire, in advance.

Look, I'm afraid there must be
a misunderstanding.

I'm sorry, we're just looking
for Mr Landini.

Of course, at seven in the morning,
that seemed a little strange.

Well, is Landini here, or isn't he?

- Mr Landini never comes here.
- (Buzzing)

Never during the daytime,
only at night.

You may find him at the printer's shop
on Via Jeno number 36.

We wanna talk to Landini!

Do you know where...

Do you know where he is?

If you want galley proofread,
we can do it. He never comes here.

No, no galley proofs.
We're looking for Landini!

We want...
we want to talk to him.

Ah!

(Speaks Italian)
Right around the corner.

That's where he will be.

He just left a few minutes ago,
I'm sorry.

He said he was going out to Ostia.

There is a waiter
who owes him some money.

I feel a little guilty today.

We didn't find Landini...

...we didn't even try to go
to the Etruscan museum.

You can go to the museum any day.

You must be exhausted.

Oh, well, I'll sleep tonight.

The other doctor at the hospital
has got insomnia.

What is it?

Don't tell me you can't guess?

No!

Marcello, no!

Not now, please!

I can't wait any longer.

Oh!

(G roans)

Ah!

I can't breathe.

Why don't we go inside
and have a drink?

No, no, it's late,
and you have to go to the hospital.

- We'll see each other tomorrow.
- Nora, don't go yet.

Don't look so sad.

When... the right time comes,
you'll hear it in the sound of my voice.

The way I say your name.

Please go now.

Please.

Good night.

(Gasps)

Marcello!
Marcello!

There's a man in the house.

Stay where you are.

Nora, call the police.

I'm Andre Landini.

I hear you've been looking for me.

I realise my presence here
is a little melodramatic,

but I assure you,
I didn't plan it that way.

I rang the doorbell several times
but there was no answer.

Then I saw a light on inside.

But I didn't leave any lights on
when I left.

Anyway, there was a light on.

I tried the door and it was unlocked.

I thought maybe something
might've happened, so I came in.

You arrived shortly after.

Look, I've no keys to this house.

Do the windows and doors
look like they've been forced?

You're right.

Look, somebody's been coming
into this house, I'm sure of it.

Who stole my newspaper clippings?

It must have something to do
with the alphabet murders.

Alphabet murders?

That's why I'm here.

I think it's time we had a long talk.

All right then, tell us what you know.

Well, about ten years ago,
I was a rather well-known reporter,

on one of the large papers here in Rome.

When the first k*lling happened,

I was interested in the story
for professional reasons.

But after the second k*lling, it became
something almost personal with me.

It was as if the k*ller were invisible.

He left absolutely no clues.

Then I got into a kind of competition
with the police, trying to identify him.

- I understand that.
- Oh!

Oh, I'm sorry.

I was absolutely certain
that the k*ller was a sex maniac.

I said so in a series of articles,

in which I accused the police
of incompetence.

Then one night,
Emily Craven was m*rder*d.

Stabbed in the back, just like the others,
right in front of this house.

She lived here, with her sister, Laura,

who was engaged to a Charles Torrani,
a psychiatrist.

I met him and we discussed the case.

Then he started working with me.

We became good friends.

And, as you can imagine,
it was a difficult period for everyone,

especially Laura.

Finally, the police made an arrest.

It was Torrani himself
who brought the man to my attention.

He was a tr*mp called Stracianetti,

a psychopath of sorts,
who seemed suspicious.

I tracked him down and
then turned him over to the police.

They were never able to get anything
but circumstantial evidence against him,

but that in itself was pretty damning.

He even confessed.

Then later,
he denied everything in court.

Anyway, he was found guilty and sent to
a hospital for the criminally insane.

He really was mad, you know.

The newspapers gave all the credit
to me and Torrani.

I didn't do it!

I didn't do it!
No, no, no, I didn't do it!

I'm innocent, I'm innocent!

I can still hear that scream.

A strange thing had happened to me
during his trial.

Each day I became less and less sure
of Stracianetti's guilt.

I studied the transcripts of the trial.

I even re-read my own articles.

And when I was finally convinced
that Stracianetti was innocent,

I tried to explain it to Torrani,
but he wouldn't listen.

I began writing articles again...

...asking for another investigation.

But it was an old story,
and no one cared any more.

I kept on trying anyway.

Finally, I... I lost my job.

After that, I was... was alone.

There was nothing I could do,

but I couldn't forget about it.

I always kept coming back here,
trying to find something - anything.

And one morning, I found you
lying in front of the house.

I had no idea what had happened,

so, I tried to bring you around
by giving you some cognac.

Then I heard footsteps -
a policeman was coming.

As I'm not on very friendly terms
with the police anymore,

I decided it'd be better if I just left,
without trying to explain why I was there.

I hid where he couldn't see me,

and listened when you told him
about seeing a woman stabbed.

I tried to find out more after that.

I started following you.

Laura and Torrani were married
right after Emily's funeral.

I even lent them my apartment,

because naturally,
Laura didn't want to stay in this house.

The one on Piazza Mincio?

Why,yes.
How did you know?

Oh, stop playing games,
will you, Landini!

I don't know what you're trying to do,
but I know that you're involved in this.

I don't know what you want -
perhaps Nora has seen the k*ller -

but how do we know
that he hasn't seen her?

That little episode on Piazza Mincio,

takes on a more serious
implication now, doesn't it?

The k*ller knows all about her
and you're asking her to...

Marcello, why don't we tell him
what happened?

I want you to hear something.

It's gone, Marcello, it's gone.

I'm sure that together
we can find a solution.

After last night,

I realised that it was impossible
for you to understand,

that you don't know what it means to live
ten years, ten years with a doubt.

Always thinking that maybe
I helped condemn an innocent man.

Look at him.

Do you recognise him?

But you saw the m*rder.

Try to remember.

I... I can't!
- Nora, all right.

- I can't, I can't.
- Stop it now.

If you want to figure this out,
do it yourself, leave her alone.

Perhaps if you...
if you could see him.

If you met him.

Yes, if you met him.

(Man) You can be sure that once
you're in here, you'll never get out,

except maybe with the undertaker.

I remember him,
he was one of the quiet ones.

He even had long periods
of absolute clarity.

Let's see,
he should be here somewhere.

1958, 1959.

Here it is,
he died on May 23rd, 1959.

Cause of death,
coronary thrombosis.

So, Stracianetti's dead,
what are we going to do now?

If you ask me,
it was too good a death for him,

with a file like this.

Three victims,
all of them women.

Thank you, we're sorry to have taken up
so much of your time.

Don't mention it, Doctor.

Nora, I have to go, if I'm not at the
hospital in ten minutes, I'll lose my job.

Just a minute. Could you tell us
if he had any relatives?

Yes, a daughter, Maria,
she claimed the body.

Do you have her address?

She works at the laundry
at Foro ltalico.

Yes, she worked here,

but was she ever a pain,
always acting like she was somebody!

But she never had a lira - she was
always borrowing from everybody.

All of a sudden
she had a lot of money.

When?
Where did it come from?

How would I know?

Anyway, she bought a car,

and figured she didn't have to be
nobody's servant any more.

But, didn't she ever talk to you,
confide in you?

Yes,
she said hello and goodbye every day.

But didn't you ever wonder
where she got the money?

Listen, signorina, when I was 20,
I could've made money too, every night.

Thanks for the information.

That's all that I know.

I'm sorry if we disturbed you.

Tell me,
where can I find a telephone?

- You will find one in the locker room.
- Thank you.

I don't think
we'll find anything else here.

What do we do now?

Well, I have to make a call to my office,

and I know
you have to be getting home.

You'll find a bus stop right up there.

All right.

Hey, beautiful,
you got some shape on you, all right!

You want to go out
and see the sights tonight?

Hey, American,
let me know if you get lonely.

- No!
- What do you mean, 'no',

I saw him here myself.

So what? He came back
but he said nothing.

- Why did he come here?
- I know nothing.

Look, I haven't talked to anybody,

I haven't seen anybody
and I know nothing, is that clear?

I'm busy now.

No, no, there's nothing new.

I just wanted to know
what that woman told you.

- When?
- Afterwards,

when you went back alone.

You saw me?

Yes, I saw you from a distance,

and by the time I got there,
you were gone.

And that woman seemed so strange,
so hostile.

Hello?

Hello?
Landini, can you hear me?

Yes, yes, I was thinking.

But I want to be sure.

Listen, why don't we do this -

come over to my hotel
in a couple of hours.

I think maybe I'm onto something.

All right, I'll be there.

(Bell)

Mr Landini, please.

Yes, he told me to send you up.

He has been beating at the typewriter
for the last two hours.

- Second floor, room 26.
- Thank you.

(Typewriter clacking)

(Knocks)

(Knocks)

Landini?

(Knocks)

Mr Landini?

(Typewriter clacking)

(Typing sounds stop)

In order to save myself,
I would have to k*ll again,

but I don't have the strength to go on.

First m*rder.

Second m*rder.

And third.

And fourth!

_ (Door bangs)
- Ah!

(Windows bang)

Poor darling,
it was a terrible experience for you,

but it's all over now.

And think, that in two days' time,
you'll be back home again,

and Marcello will be coming over
right away.

I... I still can't believe it.

Why did he do it?

- Why?
- You overheard his conversation.

He must've thought that somehow
you had found out about him.

But you must remember,
we've been dealing with a psychopath.

- (Sighs)
- Let's not talk about it any more.

After all, she's been under shock
for several clays.

Here,
I brought you some newspapers.

Thank you.

Now, all you have to do is relax
and think about going home.

And don't worry,
you'll never get rid of me now.

Your husband will be arriving tonight,
won't he?

Yes, tonight at 10.30,
I'm going to pick him up at the station.

And don't forget tomorrow
we're going to have lunch together.

I'll be here.

I'll show you to the door, Doctor.

I'll call you later.

Body of girl found in Tiber.

Victim of brutal stabbing.

According to the medical examiner,

the body had been in the water
for at least two weeks.

Do you recognise her?

Yes.

Are you sure she's the one?

Do you still think I'm imagining things?

That I'm crazy?

Come with me, please, I want to show you
some of her personal effects.

If this button could only talk.

We found it clenched
in the dead woman's hand.

Well, do you recognise it?

No, I don't.

All right, but if you should remember
something...

...let us know immediately.

And... don't try to do any more
investigating on your own.

This is our job.

Demaria?

Goodbye, Miss Drowson.

Thank you for coming.

Good bye.

Good bye.

I knew it.
She took the button.

I wonder if the inspector knows
I took the button?

Maybe it was foolish,
but I had to take it.

I'm sure I've seen it before -
but where?

Wait a minute!

That day I arrived.

Now I know,
that button came from a blazer,

or maybe a sealing jacket.

It's in there.

(Church bell)

It has to be.

I still have time.

They won't be back for 20 minutes.

But how can I open that door?

Hello?

Hello, operator?

Could I speak to Doctor Bassi, please?

No, it's all right, I'll call back.

(Door creaks)

(Door closes)

No! No!

(Screams)

There's the button.

(Gasps)

Oh!

Laura!

Yes, there is a button missing.

You!

No!

I can't believe it.

And you,
even you look at me with fear.

But why?

Can't you see I'm not to blame?

You.

No.

You!

Please!

Yes, of course.

No one was ever able to find out.

The newspapers
printed story after story,

but they never came close
to learning the truth.

I saved all the articles -

even the pictures of the girls.

Come and see.

Come.
Come.

I kept everything.

Look. Look, you see! Every time
I saw a story about one of the murders,

I cut it out and saved it.

Look, this was the first one.

This started the alphabet murders.

Poor girl.

She'd never done anything to me,

but I had no choice.

It was all part of my plan!

You understand, don't you?

Look at this.

Look.

Look!
(Laughs)

It was a marvelous idea
to use the system of the alphabet.

A!

B!

C!

C like in Craven, our name!
(Laughs)

You're horrified, aren't you?

About the others.

Like my sister,
when she saw the knife.

I kept her waiting.

I made her long for the end to come.

And look, look at her face.

You can tell what she was like.

Can you see how hateful she was?
Can you? Can you?

She was always against me,
she hated me!

She wanted to have me committed,

so she would be the only one to get
all the money - all of it, for herself!

So, I had to.

I had to.

Look,
this is what had frightened you.

Why?

Why didn't you listen to it?

You - just like the other ones.

Like Landini.
I had to k*ll him.

And Stracianetti's daughter -
she wouldn't keep quiet-

she was blackmailing me.

It wasn't just a dream,
what you saw that night.

You really saw my husband
dragging that girl from the steps.

He was so frightened.

What a coward!

Come.

I said, come!

Look at him, just look at him.

No, I better not look at him
or I want to stab him again!

I had to put up with him for years!

He was always trembling with fear
that everything would be discord.

He wanted to shut me up in his clinic!

But I knew...
that he wanted to get rid of me.

Laura.

Laura, please listen.

You've both been so good to me -

please let me help you now.

Look, I know that you had to.

I don't have anything against you.

Please believe me.

I don't want to hurt you, Laura.

If... if I had only known...

No, I will not say anything.

Of course you won't say anything.

I'm sorry.

By the time they find you,
it will be too late.

Don't be afraid.

It will only take one moment.

All right, I won't make you wait,
I'll do it right now, I'll do it...

(g*nf*re)

(Speaks Italian)

It's them.
I knew I'd find them.

What peace!

Marcello, do you really love me?

Well, sometimes I wonder.

- You do?
- But even so, I'll marry you.

Only on one condition though.

I agree, you don't even
have to tell me what it is.

No murders.

No mysteries.

No reading about them,

no talking about them,
and no thinking about them.

I caught you. You thought
you could get away with this.

(g*nf*re)

Wait, I'm a doctor,
I'll be right there.

Nora, don't get excited,
I'll take care of it.

Nora, are you all right?

Yes, why, did something happen?