Cat o' Nine Tails, The (1971)

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...got after swimming
and swimming and he caught it.

- So then I says to her, "I don't b..."
- "Said". Said to her.

Said to her...

"I don't believe that your father
dives a thousand feet under water,

and I don't believe that
he caught a whale either."

Do you think I should have
said that, Cookie?

Of course you should have said it.

I have no choice.

I'm not interested
in blackmailing you.

I have to pass on
the information.

Of course I realize this could be
disastrous for you,

but I just can't let...

Wait.

My... my shoelace is untied.

Lori, I want you
to take a look...

and tell me who you see
in that car we just passed.

Okay.

There's a man
with brown hair.

There's somebody else too,
but I can't see his face.

Night, Cookie.

Good night, Lori!

- Don't work too late.
- Don't worry. I won't.

I just want to finish this crossword.
Go on now. Jump into bed.

- Night.
- Sleep tight.

"C." "C."

C-B-C.

"C."

"B."

C-B.

Lori?

I'm not interested
in blackmailing you.

I have to pass on
the information.

I was in the store, and there's the girl
that makes my shirts for me.

So I went into the dressing room
to try them on.

All of a sudden she comes in,

looks me right in my eye and,
wham, strips off her blouse.

And she wasn't wearing
a damn thing underneath.

So then what did you do?

What could I do?
Ordered three dozen more shirts.

Well, good night.

So long.
It's all yours now.

Drunk again.

Oh, my God.

Hey! Look out!
Look out, will ya!

Sorry.

No, no, I'm sorry.
That was dumb.

- I beg your pardon?
- I said I'm sorry. That was stupid.

- Here.
- Oh, that's what I thought you said.

- Uh, here's your cane.
- Oh, thank you.

Say, um, can you tell me
what's going on here?

Yeah, an attempted robbery. Somebody...
somebody knocked out the night watchman.

- What time did it happen?
- I don't know. Sometime last night.

- I... I just got here myself.
- Are you from the police?

No, no. I'm a reporter.
Excuse me, would you, please.

- What's your name?
- Giordani.

- Press.
- Okay.

- Hi.
- Hello.

- Who's the inspector? Is it Spimi?
- Yes, he's inside.

Ah, good.
Thanks.

That's about it. I didn't see anyone.
He came from behind.

Giordani!
Come here.

Something big
must be going on.

All the top brass
from headquarters is here.

The D.A.'s here too.
How much did they get away with?

Nothing,
as far as they can tell.

- Did you get any pictures?
- Everything.

I got the big boss, Professor Terzi,
and all his assistants.

Esson, he's English. Casoni, Mombelli
and a German named Braun.

- It's all written down.
- That's great. Great.

Giordani.

Hi, Spimi.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Let's get this over with so maybe
you'll clear out and leave us in peace.

10:15 p.m.
Dr. Manera reported it.

He was on
the first night shift.

Our man half-k*lled a watchman,
jimmied a window

and then ran off without
taking anything.

Not a test tube,
not a piece of paper. Nothing.

Not even a paper clip.

Would you b...

Where's my father?

- Anna Terzi, the boss's daughter.
- He's in his office.

What do they do
around this place anyway?

Genetics.

Biology.

Biochemistry.

Heredity.

They even perform those prematrimonial
examinations for people with lots of cash...

who want to keep their offspring
of high quality.

They come here,
they have a pretty nurse,

they make them do a little something and,
bang, then they study the liquid...

and tell you if you have
a hereditary disease...

or if your g*n's jammed.

- This bing-bang thing, is that all they do?
- No.

They do research.
Very high level.

Very hush-hush.

The research
in which we are engaged...

is of a highly
confidential nature,

and I would ask you,
therefore, to-

Oh, Anna.
Come in, come in.

My daughter.

The district attorney,
Chief of Police Salmi...

and Sergeant Andressi.

Sit down, Anna.

My daughter assists me
in my work.

We can speak freely.

Now then,
as I was saying,

our research is of a dramatic
and far-reaching importance,

but it is still too early
to reveal it to the general public.

And since nothing
was actually stolen,

I am confident that none of you
will object if I...

Excuse me, Professor,

but if it was a case of
industrial espionage, as seems likely,

somebody could have photographed
the documents that interested him...

without actually
carrying anything off.

Casoni, I am the director
and owner of this institute...

and I am quite capable of handling
this matter without your assistance.

Quite right.

There's absolutely no evidence
to support the espionage hypothesis.

Not unless you know
something we don't.

Of course I don't.

- I was just...
- Exactly.

I think none of us
really knows very much.

For my part, I instructed
my entire staff to check very closely...

for the slightest sign that any papers
or documents had been touched.

So far they report
that they have found nothing.

Consequently,

I think that
the best thing to do is...

let the police handle the matter.

If it's necessary.

Hello? Yes, he's here.
Just a moment.

But I must ask you to keep the
investigation absolutely confidential.

I'll do everything that's possible,
but certainly you must know that-

I don't care what the reason was.

I can understand how you feel,
but I told you last night-

I can't see what purpose-

All right. All right.

I'll meet you there at 5:00.

Ah, Bianca.

Hello.

What's going on
around here?

They almost
didn't let me in.

Someone broke into the place
last night.

Really?
What did they take?

Look, I've...
I've got some things to do.

I have to stay around here
for a while.

Why don't I pick you up
a little later?

I'm sorry.

All right.

Don't tell anybody,

but I'm the only one
who knows what was stolen,

and I know who stole it.

- Have you told the police?
- No.

And I'm not going to
for the moment.

But this could mean
a big step forward for me.

What time
does this girl arrive?

In a few minutes.

Hey, we've forgotten
about the starlet.

Come on, come on.

Come on, let's go.

Hey, here she is.
Hold it!

- Hi, boys!
- Smile, please.

How's this for you?
This all right?

Or would you
rather have this?

Right, smile, smile.
A man is dead.

- Hi, Cookie!
- Hello, gorgeous.

- Want me to read you the paper?
- No, not now. Later.

Can I try it?

Go ahead.
Be my guest.

C-L-

- Cloud?
- No. No, no, no, no, no.

Here's C-L- ear.
Clear. Huh?

- H-R-
- He's dead.

Who? Who's dead?

The man you told me
to look at the other night.

You know,
the one in the car.

- Yes.
- The paper says so.

"Scientist crushed by train."

"Dr. Calabresi, research analyst
for the Terzi Institute,

was k*lled in a tragic accident
at the railroad station."

There's a picture of him.

Describe the picture.

It shows the man,

and he's falling.

And there's a train.

Who wrote the article?

Carlo Giordani.

Giordani?

Do you remember me?

- Sure. Sure, I do. How are ya?
- Fine.

- Well, who might you be?
- My name's Lori.

This is my uncle.

Well, what I came here for
is to ask you...

Uh, no. Come on in the office.
This way.

You told me your name yesterday,

but I never had the
opportunity to tell you mine.

Here.
Sit down here.

I'm Franco Arno,

and to get right to the point,
I'd like to talk

to you about the
death of Dr. Calabresi.

What about it?

Well, I imagine
it hasn't escaped your mind...

that a theft at the Terzi Institute
and the death of a man who worked there,

all within the space of a few hours,

is a rather remarkable
coincidence.

Yes, I thought about that.

On the other hand, the robbery
wasn't successful.

Calabresi's death
was an accident.

Our photographer even managed
to get a shot of the action.

Well, now that's precisely
what I wanted to talk to you about.

I understand that the
picture is a close-up

of Dr. Calabresi as he's falling.
Is that right?

Well, do you know
whether that's a...

a... an enlarged detail,

or whether
that's a complete negative?

What are you driving at?

What am I driving at?

Well, let me try to explain.

You see, I wasn't born blind.
This is the result

of an accident some 15 years ago.

But before that accident...

I was a newspaperman
like yourself.

Oh, I... I didn't know that.

Oh, now come now. Wipe that expression
of sympathy from your face.

I can't see it,
but I know it's there.

No, look, I... I don't have any...
expression of sy...

That's better.

That's much better.

Now then tell me, do you know
whether that picture was cropped?

- Cropped?
- Yes.

I don't know.
It's easy to find out.

Tell him to make sure
to look at the contacts.

Yes?

Hi.

No. I didn't print the whole thing.
I cut off a little bit on the left.

Are the contacts there?

I'll be damned.

You know, I didn't even notice this.
You can see an arm and a hand.

It's a little blurred,
but you can make it out.

It's as if somebody had pushed
the poor b*stard under the train.

Print it. You got that, Righetto?
Print it. The whole frame.

- I'll be there in a minute.
- Okay.

You must have been one
hell of a newspaperman.

Let's take a look at
that photograph.

Why didn't you
go to the police?

Oh, you think the police would pay
attention to a child and a man like me?

Besides, I'm enjoying it
this way much better.

I like solving puzzles.

What happened?

Righetto, my...
my friend the photographer, he's...

He's dead.

He's all cut up.

m*rder*d.

I called the police.
You two better get out of here.

Then you let the sauce thicken
for about 10 minutes.

You add some pepper, nutmeg,
two tablespoons of melted butter,

a drop or two of brandy.

Meanwhile, you drain the ravioli
and put it in a warm bowl-

Marcel, for Christ's sake, I don't give
a damn about your wife's ravioli!

Just making conversation.

I don't need it right now.

I've gotta get back to the paper.
How much longer am I gonna have to wait?

Okay, Giordani.

Here's the latest
from the coroner's report.

The doctor thinks
we're dealing with a maniac.

First he strangled
poor Righetto.

Then he carved him with a knife or
a razor blade, something very sharp.

Thanks.

Be seeing you.

Hey, do me a favor, will ya?

Don't tie Righetto's death
with Calabresi's.

No point in scaring off
the m*rder*r, or murderers.

You believe that stuff
about a maniac?

Why not?
That's what the doctor says.

What do you say?

Well, I don't even have
what you would call a lead.

Just a hunch.

What kind of a guy was Calabresi?

Colorless. He lived alone.
He was from Padua.

Any girlfriends or mistresses?

You're pretty nosy, Giordani.
You know that?

He was engaged to a girl
named Bianca Merusi. Nice girl.

That will be all for now.

Mombelli.
About 40.

He's talking to Casoni.
Casoni's younger, about 25.

They seem to be arguing
about something.

Esson's coming out. He's around 45.
Seems to be in a big hurry.

Now Braun's coming out,
the German.

Oh, he's very elegant.

He has a car and chauffeur.

Here's Terzi and his daughter Anna.
Terzi's, um, medium height, about 50.

Anna.

Ah, she's something else.

The police
are following Terzi.

Wonder why
they put a tail on him?

It's because they-

they also realize that the key to the puzzle
is right there in the institute.

Dr. Calabresi was k*lled
because he discovered something.

Something very important.

Yes? Lori?

Yes, Cookie.

Come in,
say hello to Giordani.

- Hello.
- Hello there.

- Hi, Cookie.
- Hi, sweetheart.

How come you always
call him Cookie?

Because cookies are sweet.

And besides, I love them
with chocolate milk.

Ah.

Yeah, she and I
are alone in the world.

I don't have any relatives and
she doesn't have any parents, so...

we find that
we need each other.

Well, I'm off.

Where to?

I thought I'd have a little chat
with Calabresi's fiance.

Well, now, I...
I have a better idea.

Why don't you have a little chat
with Terzi's daughter?

Didn't you say he was a widower?

Men who are alone sometimes
tell their daughters an awful lot.

Meanwhile,

Lori and I,
we'll drop in on Bianca.

We've got a little hunch,
haven't we, Lori? Say yes.

Yes.

Okay, you follow your hunch.

I'll drop in on Terzi.

You know, I think you're really
beginning to enjoy this.

Bit more exciting than one of your
crossword puzzle games, right?

These reporters.

- Did you read the article?
- Uh, no.

It says that the guy that did it
could be a barber.

That's exactly what it says.

Isn't that right, Giuseppe?

A crazy barber.

I wonder where these reporters
get some of their ideas.

- What's the matter? Are you hot?
- Uh, no.

What I'm getting at, mister,
is this.

Let's say one of us goes crazy and decides
to go after somebody with a razor.

He wouldn't just go
and cut him up any which way.

Not after all those years
of bending over customers' throats,

being careful
not to make the tiniest nick.

No, sir.

You can take my word for it.

A barber goes off his rocker,

the first thing
he's gonna want to do is...

make a nice, clean slash...

across somebody's throat.

What's the matter?
Did I nick you?

No.

Hey, I haven't finished yet.

- Tomorrow.
- Tomorrow?

And then my wife adds
a few tablespoons of chopped ham...

and a bit of mustard!

- You like mustard?
- Nah, it gives me heartburn.

Yes?

- I'd like to speak to Professor Terzi.
- Your name, please?

Well, that's doesn't matter.
It's important I speak to him.

The professor is not at home.

Well, what about
his daughter?

She's not home either.

It's about the fire
at the institute.

The what?

Where do you think
you're going?

- Where's the professor?
- He's out, I said.

- Is he in there?
- No!

I'll bet he's upstairs.

No!

- Right. Right.
- Wait!

What is it?

- It's this man, sir. He forced his way in.
- Who are you?

- What do you want?
- My name's Carlo Giordani.

I'm a reporter.
It's important I talk to you.

I'm busy.

- I can't see you now.
- It's about the m*rder.

What m*rder?

Calabresi's.

I understood his death
was an accident.

That's the general opinion.
I happen to know it was m*rder.

All right. Come up.

I'll see you in a little while.

Miss Merusi?

Yes?

Would you mind if I have
a little talk with you, please?

Esson, would you come up
for a moment, please?

- Good-bye.
- Thank you.

Somebody ought to teach you
some manners.

Poor Esson.
He's so upset.

I just refused, for the hundredth time,
to become his mistress.

What's your name?

- Carlo Giordani. Same as before.
- Oh.

You always that candid
with people?

Not always.

What did you and Papa
have to say to each other?

I gave him some information,

he gave me some.

And then?

Then we decided that...
he'd look into certain events,

I'd look into others.

What events?

Things that have to do
with the institute.

I don't see why
you have to act so mysterious...

after you forced your way
into my house so rudely.

I don't like your manner.

I'm not crazy about yours either.

- No?
- No.

Look at you sitting there,
posing like an aristocratic child...

trying to show off
your legs.

Oh, they're very nice legs.
It's a pleasure to make their acquaintance.

But I don't care
if you don't like my manner.

I've had complaints before.
Doesn't seem to do any good.

That's all.

You really gave it to me.

I suppose I deserved it.

Let's make peace.
Take me out of here.

I'm sorry I can't help you,

but if the police couldn't
find anything in this house,

I certainly can't see how
I'd be able to.

Of course. It was just an idea.
Forgive me for intruding.

Say, what was that sound
I kept hearing in there, Lori?

- A watch she was wearing around her neck.
- Oh.

It's very pretty.

It had a picture
of that dead man on it.

Hello?

This is Bianca.

There's trouble ahead.

Some character came to see me.

Do you see that car
following us?

It's the police.
Watch me lose 'em.

He's out of his mind.

This is crazy.
This car doesn't have a seat belt!

Afraid?

Nope.

Are they crazy?
What's the matter with those b*stards?

Damn.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

So anyway, that's how my father
founded the institute.

Now he's taken on four research
assistants, specialists in genetics.

They're working on
two parallel projects.

One deals with
a very revolutionary drug...

and the other is a research
program for the government.

It's a highly confidential
investigation...

into the chromosome alteration
knows as X-Y-Y,

which apparently indicates
a criminal tendency in the individual.

Yes, yes, I remember. I... read a couple
of articles about that. Sounded interesting.

It is interesting.
It's also expl*sive.

It's already been brought
into several criminal

trials as an extenuating
circumstance.

What's the matter?

Nothing.
I'm just a little edgy.

So many strange things
have happened recently.

Strange? Like what?

Well, nothing important
really.

Maybe it's just
my imagination.

So you wanted to know
about my father's assistants?

Esson you've already met.

He's English.
Already quite well known in his field.

In his private life he isn't a bit
the humorless egghead you'd expect.

But on the job he can be very hard,
even violent.

Mombelli's a good technician,

but I don't think he
has any great ambitions.

He lives entirely
in my father's shadow.

Casoni?
He's the child prodigy of the group.

He got his doctorate
when he was very young.

A spectacular career
right from the start.

All sorts of
international recognition.

Then there's Braun.

He's a strange type.

Strange how?

Well, for one thing he hangs out
at the St. Peter's Club.

Oh?

You didn't even look at me.

Oh, come here, darling.
Please sit down.

Carla! Carla, come here.

A friend gave it to me.
You're jealous.

Oh, not at all!

There's a new face
I haven't seen here before.

No, I wouldn't imagine
it would be.

- Well...
- Professor Braun?

Yeah?

I'd like
to speak to you.

Why, of course.
Please join us.

Uh, no, no. It's...

rather a delicate matter.

Well...

Will you excuse me,
please?

Come.
Let's sit over here.

Now what can I do for you?

Well, you see, I...

You know,
you have very beautiful eyes.

You really think so?

Stupendous.

Blue with a touch of red.

Very rare.

Very rare?

I hadn't noticed.

Uh, no.

Tell me,
what brings you here?

Well, I'm a reporter.

Now hold on. Hold on.

I just wanna talk to you about some things
that have been happening at the institute.

That's all.

All right, Manuel.
It's nothing.

I have proof that Calabresi's death
wasn't accidental. He was m*rder*d.

So?

So I have an idea.

I think maybe someone at the institute is
selling information about that secret drug

...you're working on to a foreign
pharmaceutical company.

What would you say to that?

That's your opinion.
What am I supposed to say?

Well, whether you think
I'm right or wrong.

It doesn't interest me.

If somebody's a spy,
it's his business.

I'm a scientist,
not a detective.

In any case,
it may interest you to know I have

already been questioned
three times by the police.

A very embarrassing business.

What'd you tell them?

Everything I know.

That is,

nothing.

You want some advice?

Let them do
the investigating.

If it really is a question
of industrial espionage,

it's a dangerous business.

You could get
your fingers burnt.

Naturally I was furious.
But who wouldn't be?

The car! Of course!

At the station.

Stop.

Wait here.

All right,
here's what we got so far.

Five scientists...

plus Anna...

makes six.

Bianca Merusi,

seven.

Missing photographs,

eight.

Attempted robbery
at the institute, nine.

- Think of anything else?
- No. No. Nothing else.

That's it then.

Nine leads to follow.

It's a cat with nine tails.

A cat of nine tails,
like the old naval whip.

If we could just latch onto
one of those nine tails,

we'd be on our way
to solving the puzzle.

Yeah, but which one?

And we'd better hurry...

because whoever it is
is getting desperate.

Want me to get that?

No, I'll get it.

Hello.

I've discovered
who m*rder*d my fianc?.

Yes. Of course.

I'm...

Just a moment.

Don't hang up.

I... I heard something in the other room.
I'll be right back.

No, it isn't just a suspicion.

I found a note
that is absolute proof.

But I'd like you to turn it over
to the police for me.

Yes, I want the m*rder*r
to be punished,

but I have personal reasons
for staying out of it.

Okay.
I'll explain when I see you.

All right.

I'll be right over.

Bianca Merusi was m*rder*d last night.
That's why she never showed up.

Word's out the police picked up
something interesting in her apartment,

but I haven't been able
to find out what.

I have some news too.

This came this morning.

"There once was a puzzle enthusiast
who joined forces with a journalist...

... and to discover they tried
why certain people had died

... so both enthusiast and journalist
also wound up on the list."

I thought we kept ourselves
out of it, but...

no such luck.

No, I guess not.

- You worried?
- No.

No, not for myself.

But I...

I sent Lori away.

I sent her to a friend,
a dear old friend.

That's good.

Well, what do we do now?

What we ought to do is drop everything
and think of our own skins.

You're right. That would be
the sensible thing to do.

I have some news about our scientists,
bits and pieces.

Mombelli, he's... he's clean.
Checks out okay.

But it seems Casoni was fired
from his last position.

Couldn't find out any details,
but something fishy there.

Isn't there something fishy
in all our lives?

I also discovered
Braun's living very high.

Villas, yachts, parties, Jaguars.
The works.

Wonder where he gets
all his money.

Professor Terzi,
I would like to speak to you.

Does it... have to be now?

It's important.
May I come in just a minute?

- All right. Come in.
- Thank you.

What I'm telling you
is strictly confidential.

I must have your word
that you won't publish it.

You have it.

First of all,

we're well on our way to developing
a new wonder drug...

which will solve the problems of hereditary
diseases and malformations once and for all.

Second, X-Y-Y.

You must understand that each
individual's chromosome structure...

is composed
of X and Y genes.

To simplify this,

as you see here...

a triangle is formed...

and 99% of the time...

it terminates with an X and a Y
combination here at the point.

But in very rare,
abnormal instances...

it ends with an X and two Y's.

Well, recently an American research team
examined the entire criminal population

of a federal penitentiary,
and they made a sensational discovery.

Of the 200 convicted murderers
they examined,

an extraordinarily high percentage

had this X-Y-Y pattern
which is usually so rare.

So what you're saying is, this X-Y-Y pattern
indicates a tendency toward violence.

Well, it certainly represents a tendency
to be abnormally aggressive.

You realize, of course, that this

revolutionizes psychoanalytic
and penal theory.

Eliminating most crimes of violence
would seem to be simply...

a matter of examining
all children at birth...

and isolating all those
with the X-Y-Y triad.

I see.

Tell me, do you have any
idea about the things

that have been happening
around here lately?

Yes, I do.

But I have no intention
of telling you.

I value my life too highly.

No, I don't suspect anyone.

I think this has just been
a series of accidents...

and coincidences.

You newspaper people and the police
are trying to find connections...

where there aren't any.

So according to you
everything's perfectly normal.

Absolutely.

Have you given the X-Y-Y test
to many people?

Who has been talking to you
about X-Y-Y?

Professor Terzi.

About 500 people in all.

How about the people at the institute?
Have you all been tested?

Yes. All of us.

And now if you'll excuse me,
I have some work to do.

Thanks for your help.

- Good evening.
- Oh, good evening! How's everything?

Not so good. This humidity's
bad for my rheumatism.

Yeah, is Inspector Spimi there?

Just tell him
Carlo Giordani called him.

Have him call me
as soon as he gets in.

Thanks.

Hello.

Come in.

- Nice place.
- Thanks.

- How come?
- What?

I mean, you paying me a visit
at this hour.

I wanted to have
a little chat with you.

A little chat?

Aren't you out of your territory?
Wrong side of the tracks for you, isn't it?

Does there have to be a wrong side?

What are you doing here?

Don't be so defensive.

It's just I never expected
to see you here, that's all.

Well, I am.

Yes.

Look, uh...

would you like
something to drink?

I...

I have some milk.

No, thank you.

Do you know how many people are together
right now making love at this very second?

- No.
- 780, on the average.

Really.

I don't know if you're aware of it or not,
but that was an invitation.

I'm perfectly aware of it.

I was just wondering what devious device
you'll think up now to get me to bed.

The couch is very comfortable.

- Milk?
- Yes, thank you.

Hello?

This is Arno. They tried-

- They what?
- They tried to k*ll me.

They tampered with
the main switch of my gas heater.

- I barely had time to open the windows.
- My God.

Tried anything with you?

- No. No.
- Be careful. I...

I'm sure they will.

Okay.

Thanks, Arno.

Don't!

- Did you drink any?
- No.

How about that?

What's going on?

They tried to k*ll me.
The... The milk.

Damn near got you too.

They're playing a little rough.

You stay as far away
from the city as you can.

Do you think I should?

My father wanted me to go away
for the weekend with him.

- We've a villa in the country.
- Then go, for sure.

You said for the weekend.
When do you think you'll be back?

Sunday night.

Ah.

Polecat! Hound dog!
Skunk! co*n!

Turd! Kraut! Slime!
Bed-wetter! Snot-nose!

The priest, 125.

Gigi the Loser,
137 insults without stopping.

Gigi the Loser
is the winner.

And ball-breaker!
I left that one off.

- It's about time, huh?
- Yeah!

Choice, Gigi. Really choice.
I see you picked up a few new ones.

Yeah. I had a Tunisian cell mate
last time I was in.

He knew a couple
I'd never heard before.

Ah, here.

Gigi, I need a favor.

Sure.

- For old times' sake. You know.
- Sure. What can I do for you?

Well, you see...

There's a little job
I need done.

What, are you crazy? Not me.
I'm going straight.

I gotta get back and
help Mama at the store.

No, no, wait, Gigi.
This is important.

You need watermelons?
I got watermelons.

- Anytime you need watermelons-
- No, no, Gigi. It's easy.

It's very, very easy.

Nothing's easy for me.

I can't even knock over a chair
without getting caught.

Are you kiddin'?

They don't call me Gigi
the Loser for nothin'.

No, no, no. This is something special.
Don't even have to steal anything.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Just open a couple of drawers.

- Locked?
- Well, probably.

Breaking and entering.
Two years and three months.

Wouldn't it be a riot...

if all of a sudden if Professor Terzi
came back and surprised us?

Come on, come on!

- You sure nobody's home?
- Absolutely.

Nobody's at home, huh?
Thanks a lot.

Hell, I didn't know.

Gigi, wait! We're already inside.
Might as well finish it.

But we're locked in.

Are you telling me
you can't even open a door?

Come on. Let's hurry.

Gigi.

Here.

Callard and Smith, 1953.
Nothing to it.

"Decree of adoption.

Juvenile court of Rome...

declare Anna Marini, minor,

subject to legal adoption."

A judge "declares Fulvio Terzi...

adopt Anna Marini."

Ah! Gigi!

"I founded the institute.
It will carry my name.

I hope it will be successful.

There is something wrong with me.

I am unable to have
normal relations with women.

Professor P. says it's a question
of induced fantasies.

Anna is a very beautiful girl.
She will become a splendid woman.

I adore her.

I often ask myself,
are these the sentiments...

that a father normally
feels for his daughter?

Why does Anna despise me?
I feel I am going mad.

She doesn't love me. I'm sure of it."

Let's get out of here.

Okay.

What'd you find out?

Well, you're not going to like this,
but I can't tell you yet.

Tomorrow we're having
a press conference for everybody.

A press conference?

Spimi, you promised me-

I know. I promised to
give you the news first.

But I can't do that.
It wouldn't be right.

You're a real b*stard.

Naturally.
Cops are all b*stards.

We beat confessions out of people.
Take bribes.

We oppress minorities.

Of course, I can't deny I've got
some pretty talkative assistants.

That Morsella, for example.

He can never keep any news
to himself.

Just can't keep his mouth shut.

One of these days
I'm gonna put a muzzle on him.

I bet if you went to see him,

he'd probably tell you...

that in a closet
in Bianca Merusi's apartment...

we found 10 million lira
in cash.

And a complete file
on the Terzi drug.

How about that?

And she seemed so innocent.

She took up with Calabresi
just to get into his laboratory.

I thought you didn't drink.

I don't.

And if you really push him,

I'm sure Morsella
will also tell you...

that Braun and the girl
used to meet often.

And it sure as hell wasn't sex.
He's q*eer.

Have you picked him up yet?

Don't ask me.
Ask Morsella.

He might even
let slip the fact...

that we haven't been able
to find him since the girl died.

You see what I mean
about Morsella.

Good thing I'm around
to keep an eye on him.

- Giordani?
- Yes.

May I come in?

I'd like to tell you something
that may interest you.

I'm sorry. I...
I don't remember where we...

Oh, you haven't forgotten.
We've never met.

May I?

And I don't think my name
would be of any interest to you.

I've just read your article
about Professor Braun.

I know you're looking for him,

and I can tell you where he is.

Only you have to hurry,
because he's about to leave.

Look, uh, the paper I work for
is not very rich...

I'm not interested in money,
if that's what you mean.

I just want you to hurry.

And for reasons
which I won't trouble you with,

but which you
can probably imagine,

I'd prefer not to have
dealings with the police.

That's why I've come to you.

If you hurry, you can
still find Braun

in a little villa on the
outskirts of the city.

The address is Via Rovereto 20.

Thanks.

You may feel contempt for me.

Perhaps you think
I'm despicable, an informer.

No.

What I'm doing
is contemptible,

but I can't help it.

You know that boy
who was with him?

Manuel?

Yes.

Braun stole him from me.

"Stole" is the word.

Manuel had been with me
for three years.

Once Braun is in jail,

I hope Manuel
will come back to me.

If he doesn't, I'll k*ll myself.

Braun?

Professor Braun, you here?

No need to worry.
I didn't bring the police. I'm alone.

All right, where is he?
Where's Braun?

You son of a b*tch!
You know where he is!

I don't know anything.
I was told he was here.

You mean...

you've never been here before?

No, I haven't.
Now where is he?

Over there.

Zero, zero, zero.

When you add it all up,
we're right back where we started from.

- You want me to help you with that?
- No. No, no, no.

I'm no invalid.

Besides, I like them
cooked a certain way.

You like this cheese?

You know, we've uncovered
a lot of muck, but no m*rder*r.

Mmm. Grapes are good.

Help yourself.

There's still one clue
nobody's come up with.

What's that?

The note Bianca told us about.

How do we know the m*rder*r
doesn't already have it?

We don't.

That Bianca
was a shrewd operator.

I'll bet she hid that note
in a damn good-

A watch she was wearing
around her neck. It's very pretty.

It has a picture
of that dead man on it.

Hey, look out!

I have a hunch.

Come on!

Hey.

Oh, okay.

Hey, wait a minute.

Okay. Okay.

Here.

Here's your cane.

Wouldn't you know
they'd bury that girl...

with that damn locket
around her neck?

Talk about
taking secrets to the grave.

Yeah. That's it.

Sure wish we didn't
have to do this at night.

Did you ever hear of grave robbers
working in the daytime?

Oh, that's great.
So now we're grave robbers, huh?

Exciting, isn't it?

You know, if suddenly somebody
jumps up in front of us,

you're gonna be
standing here all by yourself.

- I hope you don't mind.
- I don't mind.

- Sure is quiet.
- Nice, isn't it?

I hear things.

You do?

Did you hear that?

Yes. Stand still.

Must have been a cat.

Maybe.

Yeah, cats love cemeteries.

Don't they?

Wait a minute.

That's it. Straight ahead.

It's locked.

Shouldn't be
hard to open.

- Guess I'd better go in, huh?
- Yes. Yes.

- Go on. Go. What are you waiting for?
- All right, all right. I'm going.

Listen, you hear anything,
you let me know right away, okay?

Yes. Yes. Hurry. Hurry, hurry.

Hey, we're in luck.
They're haven't walled her up yet.

Good. Good.

How's it coming?

You hear anything out there?

Nothing. Nothing.

Doesn't smell very good down here.

You won't find it by smelling for it.
Look for it.

I found it!

Open it.

There's nothing!

The back.
Open the back.

- There's nothing there!
- Bring it here. Give it to me.

Bring it here.

What's this?

- It's some kind of a metal plate.
- Take it off.

It's there! I found it!

What does it say?

I can see some writing there,
but it's... taped.

I'm afraid I'll rip it
if I try to pull it off.

Give it to me.
We'll read it later.

Put the lid back on the coffin.

Do you think I have to put
all the screws back on?

Arno?

Arno?

Arno, open the door!

Arno! For God's sake,
open the door!

Oh, sh*t.

Giordani?

Speak up.

Where are you? Speak up.
This is no time to be playing games.

I'm here.

What's the matter?

For God's sake,
let's get out of here!

What went on out there?

He's got Lori.

Lori?

He asked for the note.

- The note? But you didn't give it to him.
- Of course I did. I had no choice.

But, hell, that's the only way
we had of finding the m*rder*r!

It's not the only way!

Not the only way?
What do you mean?

I stabbed him. I know I did.
I got him. I got him good. I... I...

I heard him yell. Please...

Please get me out of here.
I must find Lori.

Yes, she just left
a little while ago.

But I told you not to
let her out of your sight.

But the taxi driver
brought me your letter.

What letter?

- Here.
- Let's see.

Are you taking me to Cookie?

Why don't you answer?

If you won't answer me,
I won't get in!

Will the driver who answered the call
to Via Frentani 1245 minutes ago...

please report immediately
to Piazza Duomo?

Okay, thanks.

Hello?

The child's with me,
and I'll k*ll her...

unless I can be sure
you won't inform the police.

We won't inform anyone.

I'm going to hold her hostage
for a few days.

You two behave yourselves and keep your
mouths shut while I settle some business.

If anything happens,
you'll get her back with her throat cut.

What?

What did he say?

When somebody...

has committed four murders,

he won't hesitate
to commit the fifth!

Do you have any friends
at the police station?

That wound is absolute proof!

And whoever it is won't be able
to get rid of it in a hurry.

All right, I'm game. I'm sticking
my neck out, but I'll help you.

- All right, Spimi, but remember...
- Don't worry.

We'll handle it your way.
No publicity.

Morsella!

Morsella?

Morsella, come up here.

I want to talk to you.

What's wrong?

In there.

Well? What happened?

Plenty.

I'm beginning to think
a lot of it has to do with you.

To start with the least of it,

you're not
Terzi's daughter, right?

I was going to tell you.

Yeah, were you also
going to tell me you're

considerably more than
just a daughter to him?

Yes. I would have.

In fact, let's talk about it.

Yeah, let's talk about it.
We'll do that sometime.

Right now there
are other things,

things that are beginning
to fall into place.

First, the night
you came to my apartment,

I heard the m*rder*r going out
the front door after poisoning the milk.

- A little later, you showed up.
- What are you saying?

Second, that glass of milk
was in your hand one full minute...

before I knocked it away,
but you didn't even take a sip.

Maybe you knew it wasn't
gonna taste very good, huh?

Another thing: Earlier this evening,
Arno wounded the m*rder*r.

How's your hand?

You started putting
two and two together...

right after you found out
about me and Terzi, didn't you?

Let's just say
it started me thinking.

You petty, narrow-minded
little reporter.

You figured it all out, didn't you?

A neat equation, Italian style:

wh*re equals liar equals m*rder*r.

I thought I'd finally run into somebody
reasonably civilized, but I was wrong.

Excuse me.
I found this broken vase upstairs.

Is the cut serious?

Giordani?

Giordani.

Let's go.

No, everybody has to come in
by the main entrance.

Except for the directors.
They have their own keys.

They can come in
through a side door.

Come on.

- Where now?
- This way.

No, wait.

You go ahead.
I think I'd better wait.

All right.

Nothing.

It's no use.
She's not here.

Now...

the only thing is to call headquarters
and put out a general alarm.

Then we'll start
a full-scale search.

Right?

- Where's the telephone?
- There's one downstairs on the fifth floor.

Casoni.

Yeah.

Giordani!

Giordani, you all right?

Stop where you are.
Don't move.

Don't move!

Oh, don't move, or I'll
run this right through you.

It's you, huh?

Let him go, Arno!

Stay where you are,
or I'll k*ll him!

No. No, no.

I had... I had to do it.
It wasn't my fault.

Calabresi was the only one
who knew I had the X-Y-Y triad.

Me, of all people!
After all his years of research!

I would have been ruined!

What have you done
with my little girl?

Huh? Speak up!

I broke into the lab and replaced
my report sheet with a negative one.

No one would ever
have found out.

But Calabresi knew. He knew
and he tried to blackmail me.

And I... I had to k*ll him,
don't you see?

- Never mind all that.
- And then the others...

Never mind all that.
Now tell me:

What did you do with Lori?

I k*lled her.

Arno! Can't you see
he's out of his mind?

You'll never see her again.

I k*lled her.

An innocent child?
You could... k*ll an innocent child?