House with Laughing Windows, The (1976)

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My colors, my colors...

They run hot in my veins...

Sweet, my colors...

so sweet...

My colors are

soft like the Fall...

Hot like fresh blood...

The liquid flows

down my arms...

They enter people's minds...

My colors...

they transcend me into darkness.

My colors take me

so far away... so far...

My colors...

they flow through my veins...

My colors, my colors,

they erase everything else.

Purity, purity...

all my colors.

My colors will

paint death clearly...

Death.

I can tell, it's coming!

Death is here. Finally.

Purification...

holding me

at their mercy.

Purify me... death...

...my colors!

I'm dying!

I'm dying! Purify me!

Purity...

Good morning,

I am Solmi.

Glad to meet you.

No, take hers, instead.

But no, women prefer to carry

their own these days.

Anyway, welcome

to our village.

Coppola!

I am the one

who wrote to you at the academy,

to restore the painting

of St. Sebastian.

With this bad publicity from the

papers...

This is a tourist town

and the thermal spring

is no longer enough

to attract them.

Driver, to the church!

I'm sure you'll

do a good job.

I hope so.

The original painter, Legnani,

died at least 20 years ago

We can't even name a street after

him!

That's why we called you.

Yes, I understand.

As soon as you finish his work,

we'll make it one of the

four main attractions

of our region.

Next to our women. The water,

...and silence!

Hey! Are you drunk?

Me, drunk?

The pastor of the church is

in charge of the painting.

He's got the say there.

That's where

Legnani started it.

And we can't move it, can we?

This church

was built, destroyed

and rebuilt, as far as I know.

If it wasn't for me,

it might not be here anymore.

Solmi says you came here

before the w*r.

That's correct.

Yes, this church used to be

used by the SS.

There were even cadavers

piled in here.

The priest had given up and left,

only the walls were still standing.

So I rolled up my sleeves...

until everything

was cleaned up.

But then I discovered that this

crap...

was painted by the great

Legnani.

He left it unfinished,

it needs to be restored...

so now I to have start all over.

Again... no peace for me.

What an artist!

To illustrate death so well!

He understood everything!

Maybe, but with all the

nice clean walls there is

Do we really need this rubbish?

Poor guy!

He probably didn't know

that he was in a church!

They used to say he was crazy,

maybe that's true.

Hey, what are you doing?

Are you starting now?

No, I'm just checking.

Okay, well, I'm going to get

something to eat.

I haven't eaten anything since

yesterday and I'm starving.

Don't take your work that seriously...

cause here... if you expect gratitude...

You might wait a while!

She should stay in her room

doing what she does!

Take this.

Yes, what is it?

There's a phone call

for you.

It's over there.

Thank you.

Hello.

Go away.

Pardon?

You're here

for the painting...

Who's this?

Who's on the phone?

Don't touch the painting!

Hey, you look great!

How are you?

Hello,

I'm fine, thanks.

Today we have a special delice.

Here's the cheese,

want coffee?

Yes, thank you.

You scared me at the hotel today!

Finally a new face in this hole!

Are you here for work?

That's correct, please,

sit down.

Wait a second,

this seat is already taken.

Antonio!

Will you thank me for this?

I'm gonna sit over there.

What are you doing here?

Who do you think

recommended you?

When I heard they

needed a master, an expert

for old paintings,

...I thought of you.

How are you now?

It's all over!

I'm well now. It was a nervous crisis,

like I said before.

All I needed was

a change of air.

And a breakup

with Marcella?

That b*tch?

No need for such discretion...

Do you know

who she is?

Yes, she's a teacher.

And she's been f*cked

by everyone!

If you want to screw her

hurry, before she gets thrown out!

Have you been to the church?

Yes, this morning.

Then you already

saw the painting.

Yes, why?

I'd have preferred you'd seen it with

me.

You shouldn't tell anybody this.

I think I discovered the strangest

story ever.

That's why I wanted them to call you.

Are you sure you're well?

I'm okay.

I'm fine, really.

But I'll see you later.

I have to go now,

I'll get in touch.

Now he just takes two pills and he's

like new!

You have a nice room here,

is it yours?

No,

I rent it.

Antonio says you're a teacher,

is that right?

Yes, that's right.

Who do you teach?

I teach kids,

who do you think I teach?

Oh, I don't know.

How much sugar?

Not a lot.

Thank you.

Watch out.

I always have tea when I want to

make a good impression.

I hope I am!

Let me tell you something.

You have a sad face...

I meant you seem nice!

A few years ago, no one would have

dared to call me only nice!

With my kind of body!

If you feel lonely,

come back.

You know the way.

I'll be waiting

for your visit.

Not in the morning, though,

I'm in school.

I'll remember that.

For you to understand

what I have to say

I must take you to

a special place.

It's a house

with laughing windows.

That's the

story from yesterday?

You used to have more wits!?

Do you know

what they called Legnami here?

Painter of Agony.

How jolly!

Yes, jolly, especially when

they started finding corpses!

Come here, Foresti!

Here you go, doctor.

Thanks, see you tomorrow.

Antonio, what

about this story of agony?

Hey, guys,

good morning.

Doctor, that stuff you ordered

for us, it arrived?

Listen, save your money,

I don't need it after all.

There'll be no more eels in this river...

Hey, you know what?

I've got

to start working too.

See you later!

Do you mind

if I come along?

Not at all.

Sorry, I interrupted you.

What were you

two talking about?

Nothing much.

The painter and

something about death.

You have

a bizarre friend

and sometimes he doesn't know

what he's talking about.

Somebody threatened me

on the phone.

they tried to scare me,

who might do this?

One time there was this man, Zanotti...

He molested women, until they

arrested him.

Better to let it be. You can't help it

anyway!

Who put those flowers there?

Well, I don't know.

Why, don't you like them?

That's it!

Let me go!

Please, you're going

to break everything!

Stop! No more!

Stop this!

Get off my back!

Leave me alone, I tell you!!

You know that, if I wanted to...!

You know what I could do!!!

You'll behave now!

Once and for always!

And you know what I mean!

Go home, go home, all right.

Scram!

Can I have a cigarette?

It's over.

Thank you, marshal.

Don't mention it, Mr. Poppi.

Thank you.

Good evening.

Sorry about the trouble.

This is the only restaurant

in the village.

By the way, how do you

find our food?

Very good,

I love it.

You are here for the Painting.

How'd you know?

Oh, everybody knows

everything here.

And thanks to Solmi,

things improved a lot here.

He's done much

for this village.

He's a brave man.

Though not tall, he's big.

He has led the village

to unity and prosperity.

I'm sure you find

these pictures beautiful.

Like the one

We have in the church.

These were painted

by the same artist.

they are amazing.

Oh, yes!

My wife, all these paintings belong to

her.

But how she suffers!

She is very sick,

She lives upstairs now.

This is her home.

She wanders about,

she wal k s all o v er.

This is her

favorite painting.

May I?

Yes.

It was Legnani's first.

My wife

is the model.

Quite startling

the detail!

Joy from

the Painter of Agony.

Poor guy, never

a success with women.

Overpowered by them.

He never found a woman to be his

model.

But one day he stripped down

and started painting his body.

Hello,

who's this?

One moment.

It's for you.

Hello?

Don't mention my name.

I must speak with you.

I must tell you the rest

of the horrible story.

I'm at the hotel. In your room!

Someone pushed

him from upstairs.

My god!

No, he's dead!

It's impossible!

Oh, God! He took his own life! I knew

it!!

Listen, I know

how you must feel.

He was almost a friend.

Marshal, I'm sure

someone pushed him.

I saw a shadow.

Besides, he had

no reason to commit suicide.

But there is no motive.

No reason

for us to thin k

that someone k*lled him.

There is no evidence!

Soon you'll understand... this is no

place for a young man.

He was a Ioner.

Unhappy, there is nothing to do

here except drink.

the young women all left.

Your friend was alone,

very alone.

In any case we sent the body to

Ferrara for an Autopsy.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Hello?

Yes Sir,

it's for you.

Hello?

Go away.

Leave the painting alone.

If you're trying to scare me

with phone calls...

you're not going to.

He loves me.

I'm not leaving,

understand?

Excuse me, sir, one of

our best clients

from out of town

arrives tomorrow morning.

You'll understand right?

What are you saying?

This man came to the hotel,

there was no room for him.

So we gave him yours,

we are very sorry, sir.

Do you like it?

I still have some left

from my fishing trip.

Want some? They cook rats here.

You know, there are

lots more around.

There best when boiled and still nice

and hot.

What's inside that box?

What?

A secret.

Hey! Let's go!

Are we going or what?

Hurry up!

It is spring and I am riding on a

bike...

the daughter of a scooter and a

wh*re...

k*lling hundred little bugs, as I pedal,

merrily...

What do you think?

Not bad?

Are you coming

or not?

Hurry up!

You see,

beautiful.

If you stay here

you can do what you want.

Come on.

Here you go.

Who does it belong to?

That's not important.

You'll see.

Come here.

This way.

It's you?

How come you didn't eat?

It's all poisoned, you snake!

What did you do with

the money I gave you?

Thief!

If you don't like what

I bring, walk to a restaurant.

If I could only get up from this bed!

Who is this?

Good morning.

He's a kind man.

He's gonna stay here a while

until he finds a place.

It's been a long time since

I was visited by someone.

I am all by my self here.

The silence is unbearable.

Where is the man

who took my room?

Who do you mean?

The new client.

There is no one.

The last tourist I saw here was a n*zi

in the 40's!

Who is it?

Ah, it's you.

I didn't want

to disturb you.

I thought

you were sleeping.

Sleep? Me?

Not quite.

How can a woman

in so much pain sleep?

Can I ask you a question?

Do you hear

noises at night?

Noises?

Yes.

Last night?

Yes.

Noises!

The only person you

could bump into here is me

and I'm not in that good

of shape to be walking around.

I don't think

you're in that bad of shape.

Come, young man.

Come next to me.

It's been a long time since

I've talked with anyone sane.

It makes me happy that someone

is concerned about me.

So, how's the weather,

is it nice out?

Yes.

It's a beautiful day.

You'll come and

see me often, right?

Okay, see you later.

Goodbye, young man.

Is somebody there?

My colors.

they are mine.

Let them run

in my veins...

they are soft, soft.

they are soft like Fall...

Hot like fresh blood...

the liquid flows

down my arms...

My colors, they transcend me

into darkness...

My colors take me

into the yellow decay...

My colors...

they flow through my veins...

My colors

in my veins...

creating

a brutal nobility...

Oh God...

my God...

my colors will

paint death clearly...

Death, Purity, Death.

Purification, holding me...

at their mercy.

My colors.

...dripping from their eyes.

Purity...

Purity of death.

My colors...

All my colors.

Purification,

it flows in my veins.

Soft, hot, blood, death,

the colors, the purity,

they purify death through my

veins. I am dying, I feel it!

Open up!

Open up!

Open up!

Is anyone home?

Yes?

Excuse me, I need to see

the woman who lives here.

She's no longer here.

Do you know what

time it is?

Excuse me.

She left three days ago,

I'm her replacement at school.

Come in, now that I'm awake...

Won't you come in?

I'm sorry but I was sleeping,

excuse the way I look.

Please, please,

do come in.

Earlier I dreamt of being

at the restaurant.

I was being served

a huge portion of escargots.

Do you like them?

I didn't have

the heart to k*ll them.

Interested?

No, I don't think

I could eat them anyway.

What's your name?

Francesca.

Well, I'm going back to bed.

I hope we see

each other again.

Hey! I put a live animal

in your friend's coffin

to keep him company.

Sir, I'm concerned about

the two women in the painting.

The K*llers of Saint Sebastian

seem to be enjoying it.

Perhaps, too much,

what do you think?

I think we have the wrong idea.

The painter did not have

the intention of depicting

the agony of the saint.

Everybody says the artist is

a sensitive genius

but all he does

is paint death...

of a human

without compassion.

Fishing is good around here,

the fish are very hungry.

Have you noticed much change

here over they ears?

The village suffered

after the w*r.

Everybody worked and rebuilt

with courage and hope.

Tell me about the woman living

at the house where I'm staying.

The paralyzed woman?

Yes.

I don't see her much.

She's the type who doesn't

invite me to her house.

She hasn't left

her bed in years.

People say she has

a venereal disease.

But I wouldn't know.

She doesn't

go to confession.

Was she friends

with Legnani?

Please don't ruin my day

with this kind of talk.

This kind of talk is even

scaring away the fish.

Come on,

let's fish.

My colors.

My colors...

Let them run in my veins...

...

they are soft...

soft. they are soft like Fall

...

...

Hot like fresh blood...

the liquid flows down my arms.

...

My colors...

they transcend me into darkness

...

...

Colors.

Purity.

Death. Purification, holding me

...

...

At their mercy.

My colors. Yellow.

I'm dying!

My colors...

blood... in their eyes...

Purity...

What is this

mumbo jumbo?

I didn't think you'd come back.

I came anyway.

I was waiting for you.

I've been here

for two hours.

Curiosity made me play it,

who is the man talking?

I don't know.

I'm trying to find out.

Why do you live here?

The priest suggested it.

Are you alone here?

No, there's

an elderly woman upstairs.

She's nailed to bed.

I can't stop smoking,

it calms me down.

Do you still

want a cooking lesson?

Escargots?

No, something

much better.

Come.

Do you know how

to set a table?

Yeah.

You'll find everything

you need in this drawer

and while you're doing that,

I'll be in the kitchen.

Good.

I found a book

in the old lady's library,

"Cooking For Romance."

What did you think of

the teacher I replaced?

Did you like her?

Pardon?

Do you have a lighter?

Right there.

Did you make love with her?

Your silence proves you did.

We stopped.

B. L.?

Whose lighter is this?

Do you know a painter

named Legnani?

No, it was a gift.

It's a friend's lighter.

The gloomy

darkness is romantic.

Right?

While eating this plate

the lady and her knight

will feel love overpowering

their souls.

Desire is strong.

Do you have

a lot of luggage?

One suitcase.

You could bring it

over here.

Hey, what are you

doing there?

I s there

where Legnani lived?

Who?

The painter, he did

the painting at your church.

Can you drive me home?

Yeah, hurry up.

Go ahead,

sit in the front.

Must you go

directly home?

Would you like

to get a drink?

No, they won't serve me.

they think I should

be drinking fruit juice.

Like I can't handle liquor!

Thank you.

The next one's on me.

Yeah, if you want,

but not today.

Why not?

J ust tell me about Legnani.

Right now?

Yeah.

The painter...

he went to Brazil.

He went with his mom

and two sisters

to find their fortune.

When they returned

they were apparently wealthier

than before they left

but mother died there.

they came back and

built that little house.

Excuse me.

How did they live?

What?

How did they live?

He was poor.

He borrowed

from everyone.

Even though they

had a fortune, he had nothing.

His sisters

controlled the money.

You know, I knew him.

I was only seven.

She was dying,

my mom was sick.

He came to draw her.

We called him

the Painter of Agony.

He liked to paint

people who were dying.

He wasn't that crazy.

His sisters were devils.

By painting death he was

trying to control nature,

to confront death.

He was obsessed with death.

And the dying.

Could you recognize

the sound of his voice?

Could you recognize it?

It's the kind of voice

you don't forget.

He talked like a psycho!

Like a machine g*n.

Then suddenly he would stop

and start chanting.

Psycho!

He was really crazy

because of his sisters.

Plug it in quick.

Yeah.

Okay, listen to this.

There's nothing

on this damn thing!

Did you touch it?

Not since the other night.

Why?

You touched it, huh?

This tape was

important to me, b*tch.

What's wrong?

What's wrong with you,

I didn't touch it!

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

I'll be right back.

Francesca!

Coppola?

Are you awake?

I slept a little bit,

but I had a bad dream.

I'm sorry...

I'm scared, you know.

Me too.

But for me

it's different.

I'm more afraid

when I sleep.

There are a lot

of things.

And they're heavy!

Is everything packed?

Yeah,

just take it downstairs.

I ncredible.

Look, dear.

To verify the death experience

of these models,

to reproduce the very

last moments of death,

his sisters provided him

with victims for his art.

His sisters?

Why did he write this in

third person like a researcher?

To communicate with

the dead mother of Legnani.

He talks of

communion and sacrifice,

human sacrifice...

There's a possibility that

a man today can communicate

with the dead during

the ritualistic painting.

That's enough.

Stop it!

That's enough!

Shut up!

I'm begging,

stop talking about it!

I'm sorry, I can't stand

this place anymore.

I want to leave.

Rio de Janeiro.

Rio de Janeiro.

From Rio de Janeiro.

What?

What is it, tell me.

Probably the answer

to all the craziness.

Who is it?

I'm sure it's them!

Them?

Listen, I can't explain now,

I really must leave.

Take me with you.

No! Stay here.

Get some rest,

don't open the door for anyone!

Beautiful flowers.

Beautiful flowers

in the garden.

Beautiful flowers

show my love for you my lord.

Beautiful flowers.

Beautiful flowers

in my garden.

Only for you,

my lord?

Even today the sisters murdering

through art.

What does this mean?

Who's there?

Ah, it's you.

What are you doing here?

It's them!

It's them, I tell you!

The painter's sisters are

the K*llers in the painting.

Look! Take a look!

It's true,

they look the same.

Where did you

find the picture?

That's not important,

we are beginning to understand

what my friend

had figured out before he died.

I don't know

why you're so excited.

I feel possessed by this!

The painting.

The death of Antonio,

it's all too strange!

Yes, I believe you.

But I may not be

on the right path.

I look at that cross

and have serious doubts.

You're scared too?

Yes.

God forgot to give me courage,

I'll admit it.

Promise me you'll stop

this crusade.

Why?

I've seen many like you break

down in the confessional.

Did you know the old lady

at the house is dying?

I was visiting her.

I gave her the last rites.

Let me see.

Oh yeah,

it's definitely them.

But tell me, where

did you find this picture,

it even surprises me

that those two

would allow a picture to be

taken at all.

I've never seen one before.

This is quite

an accomplishment.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

Well, what can you do?

I think being

a psycho is contagious.

When my wife was young

she was beautiful.

From a big family.

She was

infatuated with Legnani.

But he didn't give her

any attention.

He would only talk about

what he did in that house

with his two sisters.

A sad little house

close to the railroad tracks.

they moved there

after the trip to Brazil.

And they brought back

a beastly, savage religion.

Frightening.

One night, after he worked

on the painting,

Legnani decided

to end it all.

Whenever he painted,

he was in such frenzy.

Madness engulfed his soul.

He couldn't separate reality

from illusion in his work.

Blood and colors mixed together

in his tortured brain.

His sisters pushed him and

he finally stopped it all.

He forced them to watch as

he covered his body with alcohol

and set himself on fire.

He ran into the wilderness.

His body

was never found.

I told you,

"Presumed dead."

Why "presumed dead"?

How many times

must I repeat it?

It says "presumed dead",

4 th of J une, 1931.

It doesn't say

"confirmed death",

it says "presumed".

Do you understand?

Presumed!

Caught on fire, ran off, period.

Must I repeat it again?

No, no, no.

Presumed dead.

So he could

still be alive.

What!

With burns

all over his body,

such a man wouldn't be

too difficult to recognize!

I need three copies of these

certificates by tomorrow.

Look them up

in the master file.

How many times do I say it,

this is not my job.

By the way, have you finished

your work at the church?

Yes, why?

Because it's been destroyed.

Can you tell me

who did this?

No.

I don't know

anything about it.

Someone, perhaps.

Maybe tonight!

You poor son of a b*tch.

Maybe we should call

a real specialist?

Leave me alone,

you degenerate.

Who's there?

Who's there?

Francesca! France

Where are you?

Oh, there you are.

Where were you?

It's been over an hour.

I went to the city

to make a phone call.

To whom,

what happened?

Nothing, nothing.

I called

the home office in Rome.

I resigned

from my teaching job.

You don't want to stay here?

No.

Stefano, you know

I hate it here.

I hate the feeling I get

in this house.

I want to run away.

Something bad is going to happen

at any moment.

You said we would

always be together.

You're never here.

I feel so alone,

and I'm so scared.

U nderstand?

Do you want

to leave me?

No, I won't leave you.

There's a train leaving

tomorrow at 9: 00, let's go.

Do you think we'll get up early

enough?

Why didn't you wake me?

Are you going back

to the church?

Last night you promised

we would leave together,

why'd you lie to me?

I have a bit of time,

I need to check something.

You can count on me.

I'll give up

everything for you, my love.

Bye.

Somebody there?

Somebody there?

Good day.

Good day.

I brought back the bike,

it's outside.

So, you're leaving.

Yeah, I'm leaving.

Can you tell me something?

Yeah, sure.

Do you sell muriatic acid?

Yes, of course.

Need some?

Who bought some recently?

It was used to destroy

the painting.

I sell it often to everybody

in the village.

Who knows?

You don't write it down?

Why?

I know everybody.

Everybody buys it,

it's used to clean.

I sell it to everybody.

Take me home,

I need to pick up Francesca.

I beg your pardon, sir.

they abused me.

Who?

Them,

all of them.

they were afraid

I would talk!

She thought

she could buy my silence

with a bit of booze.

But no more.

The last drink!

The sisters

are still here.

they're still alive.

Get closer.

Listen, I'm the only one

who has seen them in action,

and it's horrible, sick.

What do you mean?

they tried to get me

but I escaped.

When I was little

I went to school with them.

Everybody thought I was stupid

because I didn't go to church,

but I had a good reason.

I knew what was there,

I knew the danger.

I don't want to

die there.

Others shut their eyes,

ignored it.

But me, Coppola,

is still alive!

And why is

Coppola still alive?

Because I ignore the others.

You think I'm rotten?

No.

For real?

Yeah.

Here the walls have ears.

My friend died

because of that, right?

I don't know about

your friend.

But I know

you're curious.

There's a place

where people like you...

Iose their heads!

Come! Quick!

Come with me.

Is it you?

It's here.

This is a weird house.

Many people

have disappeared here.

Why'd you bring me here?

I know they're all here.

The missing people

are all here.

Buried here.

There's one here.

Once I thought I would

end up in this hole too.

Stefano?

Stefano?

You weren't expecting me,

were you?

You take care

of kids, right?

So take care of me!

You aren't scared of me,

are you?

Nobody's scared of Lidio.

No!

You like me, don't you?

No!

There are

many things I want!

Your skin drives me crazy!

I want you,

don't you want me?

Give yourself to me!

Why resist.

I'm stronger!

No!

Why are you fighting me,

b*tch!

Don't scream.

You'll wake up

the old lady.

Shut up! Don't fight me!

I'll take you to a house

with odd windows.

Go get Francesca,

I'll wait for you.

Hurry up!

Stefano!

What?

Don't take long.

Francesca!

Francesca!

Are you ready?

Francesca!

Are you there?

Madame,

have you seen

Francesca!

No!!!

Francesca.

Coppola...

Yeah, it's here.

Follow me, quick!

I know where

they took her.

There,

right there.

Dig!

Cigarette?

What now, chief,

continue?

This probably surprises you

but nothing's here.

I'm sure

there's something.

It's true,

I saw bones... blood.

Who showed you that,

who brought you here?

Coppola,

Mr. Solmi's chauffeur.

Coppola!

Are you sure?

Yes.

Okay, let's go.

Coppola is a drunk idiot.

He made you look stupid,

but you're not the first.

Hey you!

Where did you find him?

By the ravine near

the church.

We'll get him to you

in a moment.

He's heavy as a bull.

C'mon, pull a little.

Pull!

There must be more alcohol

than water in his body!

And what are these scars?

I've never seen them before.

they're w*r injuries,

he stepped on a mine.

God, he looks terrible!

Take the body to the morgue.

Come on, men.

Does anybody

know where he was all day?

No, he hasn't

been home for a week.

Oh well, check on it.

I don't want you

to go anywhere, stay with me.

Better yet, come to my office

in the morning, understand?

Sir?

I understand.

Come on.

Let's go, I'll take you

to the hotel.

No, I have to

find them first.

No, it's not the right time,

c'mon, let's go.

Yes?

One moment.

You're wanted on

the telephone.

Who?

I don't know.

Hello.

Hi, it's me, Francesca.

Come, I'm waiting for you

at the house.

My love, I'm scared.

Come, come now.

I'm scared, scared.

I'm waiting for you

at home.

Quick! Come now.

I'm waiting, my love.

Hurry up!

You degenerate!

Aren't you ashamed?

Messed everything up!

Purification awaits.

Oh, come.

Come closer.

Follow me.

I'm going to

show you something.

See, it's my little brother.

He will return to us soon.

We continue to bring

models to him.

He lived through

other people's death.

Come.

Come, you are a friend

of our little brother,

aren't you, sir?

Can you hear his lovely

voice.

Do you know

how we keep him?

Formaldehyde.

Libio brings us

new formaldehyde every day.

But today Libio stopped to see

your girlfriend he r*ped her.

He k*lled her,

ruined her.

We had plans for her.

But he messed

everything up.

We had to find

a replacement.

Come.

Don't be scared.

He looks so much like the man

in the painting, doesn't he?

Bravo!

You didn't miss!

Hold him.

He's moving too much!

Stay here!

Think about our plan!

Wait! Wait!

Get him from

the other side!

Follow him!

He's probably

hiding in these bushes.

It's useless to keep looking,

he won't get far.

Tomorrow we'll come back

and get his body.

We'll get him, we'll get him.

Please, I beg you.

Open up!

Solmi! Solmi!

Hello,

give me the police.

Open up! Open up!

My God, Stefano,

what happened?

You're my only hope.

I know what's going on here,

it's them.

I know it's them.

I know everything,

I know everything!

Call a doctor, please.

The two sisters,

the painter's sisters.

It's them, Legnani's sisters

are still alive,

still alive!

they m*rder people!

they live!

they're alive!

they're still alive!

The sisters!

It's them.

One of them owns

the house!

The paraplegic?

Yes.

they're alive,

I swear.

The other one,

I didn't see her face.

That's a nasty wound.

It would make

a nice portrait.

Legnani would make

a masterpiece out of it!

But you are

Beautiful flowers

in the garden

show my love for you

my lord.

Laura, come see,

come see!