Tenebrae (1982)

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The impulse
had become irresistible.

There was only one answer
to the fury that tortured him.

And so he committed
his first act of m*rder.

He had broken the deepest taboo

and felt not guilt, not anxiety or fear
but freedom.

Every human obstacle,
every humiliation which stood in his way

could be swept aside

by this simple act of annihilation:
m*rder.

Thanks, John. Take care
of everything while I'm gone.

Thanks. Flight 840 to Rome.
See you at the check-in.

The flight arriving from Toronto
will be delayed.

Last call for Flight 840 to Rome,
boarding at gate eight.

Mr Peter Neal, leaving for Rome,
to the information desk, please.

Mr Peter Neal
to the information desk, please.

I'm Peter Neal. You called me?

Yes, there's a call for you.
You can use that phone.

Thank you.

Hello?

Yes, yes. Listen, Jane...

Listen... Yes.

I haven't called you
for two months because...

Yes. Jane, calm down.
Calm down, please.

I need to hang up.
My flight's been called. I've got to go.

Tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow.

I'll call you tomorrow. OK. Bye.

- Sorry.
- That's all right.

ROME

THRILLER OF THE YEAR...
OR MAYBE THE DECADE

- How many were there?
- One.

- Is this the one, madam?
- No, darker.

- What's in your bag?
- Nothing.

- Come with me.
- Let me go.

I said come with me, please.

- Let go!
- Give me the bag.

- Can I see your receipt?
- I was on my way to pay.

You said you didn't have anything.

What's going on?
What do you want from me?

Can you come to my office?

- This way, please.
- Get your hands off me.

Elsa Manni,


- You should have learned by now.
- We can make a deal.

It's only a book. What's it to you?

I'll give you my address. When you've
finished you can come and see me.

Come on, let's make peace.
You're not g*y, are you?

Where do you live?

Here in Rome.
Via delle Camene, number 14.

Via delle Camene. OK.

Thanks.

The captain and his team
welcome you aboard.

We have just left JFK airport
in New York

for Leonardo da Vinci airport in Rome,

and are scheduled to land in six hours.

Hey, gorgeous! Give me a kiss!

How are you?

My washing machine's broken.

- Are you OK?
- Yes, fine.

Fine, thanks.

It's time to die.

Time to die. Time to die.

Did everybody get all the material?

- OK...
- Am I too late?

Did you get the material?

Peter! Peter!

- Peter!
- Tilde! Hello. How are you?

You look prettier
every time I see you.

Must be because
you write nice things about me.

It usually takes me
about a month to do research

and then about three months
to do the first draft.

- Hi!
- Hi, Tilde!

And then two months for revisions.

Three books in a row
means working non-stop for two years.

"Tenebrae" is a sexist novel.
Why do you despise women so much?

Sexist? No, I don't think it's sexist.

Your women are victims and your men,
with all their bullshit, are heroes.

- If this isn't sexism...
- Tilde, what's the matter with you?

You've known me for ten years,
since you were studying in New York.

- You know very well that I...
- I'm talking about your work.

Well, let's see.

Would it help if I told you
that I've fought for equal rights?

Well done. Now explain your books.

Do you believe what you write

or does your publisher make you
tell sexist stories to sell more copies?

I've had an idea.

I'd like to set up a private interview
between you and Peter.

That way he can get to grips
with your magazine's politics.

He's just got here, so...

- What do you think?
- OK.

- Good. I think it's time...
- Yes.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

We've got to go, unfortunately.

You're welcome to drink the bar dry.

Thank you for your attention
and interest.

Call me tomorrow
and we'll set up a meeting.

Goodbye. Bye, everyone.

- My mother's waiting for you to call.
- I will. I want to see her.

- You know you're getting mean?
- Good.

Those lesbians want your ba*ls
because they don't have their own.

- What's that?
- My hat?

I bought it here. Like it?

- Isn't it hot?
- Try it.

No, no.

- Doesn't it fall off?
- Fall off?

If you move quickly doesn't it slip off?

Look!

- That's a miracle!
- No, it's a hat!

"Tenebrae" has been
the number one bestseller for 12 weeks.

- 12?
- Yes!

That's amazing. Amazing.

- Am I a good agent?
- Terrific, great, incredible...

Come on,
tell something nice about me!

Where's my secretary?

Anne's really something.

She found you an amazing house
in six days.

- She promised to come.
- She'll be here soon.

I didn't want the press
to see you with an entourage.

They love your books
but hate success.

That's interesting. Very interesting.

Bullmer, there was a guy in the corner.

He was...
Well, he didn't actually say a word.

- The tall thin guy?
- Yeah, that's him.

Christiano Berti.
He's a book critic on TV.

He is a big fan of yours,
and we've got an interview on Thursday.

Gianni!

- Hey, Anne.
- Peter.

- How are you?
- Fine. You?

Really well.

- Peter, this is Gianni.
- Gianni, this is Peter Neal.

- Pleased to meet you.
- How are you?

This young genius
will have my job one day.

For now he'll be looking after you
during your stay.

How do you pay him? In promises?

See you tonight, all right?

I've bought you a present.
It's in my bag.

- Oh, Peter!
- Just a little thing.

Oh, my God!

Who could have done this?

Come in. I'll take that.

- Mr Neal?
- Yes, that's me.

Welcome.

I'm Chief Inspector Germani
from Police Headquarters here in Rome.

This is Inspector Altieri.

We didn't want to disturb you
but the door was open.

- Right, Inspector?
- Yes, it was open.

Sorry, but a girl was k*lled
five hours ago.

Her name was Elsa Manni.
She was a kleptomaniac.

- I wanted to ask if you knew her.
- This is my first time in Rome.

She was attacked
in a really horrible way.

Her throat, her chest,
and she was suffocated.

Her mouth was stuffed
with pages from a book, "Tenebrae".

"Tenebrae"?

So we thought we'd speak to you.

- Shall I get you a drink?
- Just some water, please. Thanks.

- Can I...
- Sure, go ahead.

We were about to leave
when you arrived.

I didn't know the girl.

Thank you.

I'd offer you something
but you don't drink at work, do you?

I only drink at work.

- Neat Scotch, please.
- OK.

- Have you just arrived in Rome?
- You mean do I have an alibi? Yes.

My plane landed two hours ago.

Can I ask you something?

If someone's k*lled
with a Smith & Wesson revolver,

do you interview
Mr Smith and Mr Wesson?

Thank you.

I've read all your novels
except this one.

I started it today.

The first m*rder is committed
with a barber's razor, right?

Please don't tell me who did it.

Elsa Manni was k*lled with a razor and
suffocated with pages from your book.

We found this on the floor.
It's for you.

"There was only one answer
to the fury that tortured him."

- Isn't that a sentence from your book?
- Yes, it is.

I don't want to harass you, believe me,
or ruin your stay in Rome,

but we'll need your help.

- I'd like to keep the letter.
- Of course.

I think
you'll receive another one soon.

And then another one.

Please let us know if this happens.

Very good.

Excellent whisky.
We'll get out of your way now.

Inspector, give them a card, please.

If anything happens, anything at all,
call me on that number. OK?

Wait a minute.

There is something.
My bag. It's in the bedroom, Gianni.

When I left yesterday...
this morning, it was...

It certainly wasn't like that.

Hello? Hello?

Mr Neal, can I go
and get you anything?

I don't know what got ruined.
Toothpaste...

I'll write you a list. Thanks.

- Do you mind if we take this?
- Please do.

Hello? Peter Neal speaking.

"Not anxiety or fear but freedom."
You wrote these words. Page 46.

"Freedom to strike again," Peter Neal.

Don't hang up. We need to talk.

Peter Neal. You taught me how.

You and me together.
We've only just begun.

Who's with you there?
I can see a woman.

Is she your girlfriend?

Maybe she'll be next.
I've got other plans.

You'll like them.

We need to meet. I could tell you...
you know, explain about the books.

Oh, yes. We'll meet. We'll meet.

We'll meet soon, Peter Neal.

- The girl you k*lled was...
- How do you know? Who's with you?

- Well?
- He got away.

I need a male assistant
who can run.

You don't.
Who would you have a go at then?

Massimo, when are you
going to take my picture?

Never.

Hey, he's cute.

He's vulgar and disgusting.

I love you, Tilde. But no jealous
scenes. You promised, OK?

He doesn't have anywhere to sleep.
I invited him to ours.

- Bloody hell!
- Hey, what's bugging you?

I thought we'd agreed.

No ties, but you don't
have to rub my face in it.

Not your face, honey. Not tonight.

Give me an hour, then he's out.

See you later.

- Hey.
- Hi!

You look like a turkey
on Christmas Eve.

- How are things?
- If you've got an hour, I'll tell you.

OK.

Oh, God,
Bullmer's friends are a real drag.

And that dinner.

If there were Olympics for bores,

those guys would win the gold medal.

Time for bed.
I'll see you at ten tomorrow.

Anne, let's have one last drink.
It's been a tough day.

One!

- Are you coming up, darling?
- Get lost.

Come on.

Listen, you little hooker,

I wouldn't come near you
if my life depended on it.

You make me sick.

I drank too much.

I feel like throwing up.

If you have to, do it somewhere else.

- I feel sick.
- Get your pimp to look after you.

You want to know how it went?
He was terrific!

Compared with him,
sex with you is pathetic.

- For a start...
- That's enough!

f*ck off! You hurt me.

One day I'll...

Turn it down!

Filthy pervert!

Tilde?

Porter's lodge. Alboretto speaking.

Good morning, Mr Neal.

- Everything OK?
- Dad?

- There is a switch. I'll come up.
- Can I have 5,000 lire?

- What?
- I need 5,000.

Turn on the hot water in 22.

The switch is either in the bathroom
or under the kitchen sink.



Thank you.

- Good morning. I'm Maria.
- Hello.

You sounded different on the phone.

That was my father.
Can I go in your bathroom?

- Of course.
- Thank you.

It's not there, is it?

- No, it's over there.
- Thank you.

Ah, there it is.

The switch must be in the kitchen.

- You wrote "Out Of Dawn"?
- Yes.

It was terrific.

- You read it?
- Too right.

Look, it's here.

Interesting.

The bookshop on the corner
has all your books in the window.

Really?

You should go in.
The assistant loves you.

Sounds tempting.
One of these days I'll go.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- I'll be off, then.
- Bye.

You don't waste any time.

- She's just a girl.
- I noticed.

- She was fixing the water heater.
- Your personal plumber.

I guess I must wait two hours
for a shower.

- Do you know when I woke up?
- No, when did you wake up? At five?

Oh, you poor thing.

Is your pillow too hard?

I'll get you a feather pillow.

The pillow was too hard.

I'll get you a softer one.
I forgot. Sorry.

- It's on the top floor.
- OK.

It's the second time it's broken.
I don't understand why.

The box is behind here.

Let's try and adjust it.

- Pass me the small screwdriver.
- Here you go.

- There. You bring that.
- OK.

What about my typewriter?

- It's coming today.
- Good.

- When did this come?
- It wasn't there just now.

- When?
- A minute ago.

"Sic transit gloria Lesbi."

"Thus passes the glory of Lesbos."

What does that mean?

It means our k*ller has studied Latin.

I don't know,
maybe he's k*lled again.

Lateral wound, 14cm,

going diagonally from the carotid artery
to the shoulder blade.

Lacerated edges.

Hi, doc. It's nice to see you.

I don't like this place, though.
It's cold.

If it was warmer
you'd complain about the smell.

What can you tell me?

It was the same razor
that k*lled another girl six weeks ago.

- The wounds are terrible. Want to see?
- No, I believe you.

The other girl had had sex
an hour before she was k*lled.

With somebody
whose blood was A-negative.

It doesn't mean
the lover was the k*ller.

No, but often it's the case.

Golf ball typewriter, complete
with correction key, at your service.

Perfect.

- Where shall I put it?
- There.

Hello? It's Chief Inspector Germani.

Yes, Inspector?

Who's been k*lled?

- Mr Bullmer, would you like a drink?
- Yes, please.

You go ahead. Don't worry about me.

- What about you?
- No, thank you.

Thank you, Angelica.

- Shall we sit down?
- Yes. Thanks.

I'd like to spend half an hour with you.

- Here?
- No.

In the studio.
I was talking about the programme.

I'd like to do an in-depth interview.
They let me do it about twice a year.

OK. Of course.

So, "Tenebrae"
is about human perversion

and its effects on society.

What do you think are the effects
of deviant behaviour on our lives?

Well, first of all
the book isn't just about that.

- Two of the victims are deviants...
- Hold on.

Who says they're deviants?

One is g*y. So what?

I mean, he's portrayed
as perfectly happy. His..

The k*ller's motivation
is to eliminate corruption.

The k*ller is insane.

What I mean by that is...
that the only aberrant behaviour...

What is aberrant behaviour?

I was brought up a strict Catholic.

- Were you?
- Yes, of course.

But I agree with ab*rtion and divorce.

That makes me aberrant
from a strict Catholic standpoint.

I see.

I thought this was an afternoon show.

- You really want to get this heavy?
- Well, I guess not.

It's just that
I'm really interested myself.

Well, I really appreciate it.
That's a great compliment.

The studio's ready, Christiano.

OK. Shall we?

- It's down here.
- Thank you.

Hey, my hat!

There he is. It's starting now.

It will last about half an hour.
Shall we take a stroll?

Peter is a sensitive man
and an interview is a delicate thing.

- Let's not disturb him.
- Isn't that Yves Montand?

- Yes.
- I thought he was taller.

Can I help you?

Peter has a busy schedule
and he's starting a new book.

- Are you a relative?
- I'm his agent.

Do you take ten per cent
for his conversations with the police?

Careful, I have feelings
like a real human being.

Your client holds the key
to this mystery.

These killings
are like a tribute to Peter Neal.

How much is ten per cent
of that tribute?

You know what,
I read lots of thrillers.

Agatha Christie, Mickey Spillane,
Rex Stout, Ed McBain,

and I'm a detective.

- And you never guess the m*rder*r?
- Never.

Remember, if you have any ideas,
call me, OK?

You deal in fantasy,
I deal in real dead bodies.

Goodbye, Chief Inspector.

Goodbye.

- How did it go?
- Really well.

- I got his autograph.
- Whose?

- Yves Montand.
- And?

Could it be somebody I know?

I wish I'd never written that book.

You don't mean that.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Mr Bullmer left this for you.
I hope it works.

Well, if that one breaks...

- I'll come with you.
- Is that a proposal?

If you like.

- If you need me I'll be at home.
- Off you go.

Jane?

That's Jane.

- Jane McKerrow?
- I'll bet anything it was her.

What's the dialling code for New York?

No, it's impossible.
She's in New York.

She's never more than ten miles
from her shrink.

This is Jane McKerrow.
I can't take your call right now.

Please leave a message...

It was Jane!

She'd have called you,
if only to scream at you.

She must have come to get you back.

- Or to apologise.
- Apologise for what?

For ruining your... Oh, God. Nothing.

My bag?

You think it was Jane?
I never said anything.

I need to go. No more...

Do you think
it could have been Jane?

- Bye!
- Bye!

No. I told you I don't care.

Do you get it?

Go to hell!

b*stard!

Is anybody home?

Help! Help me!

Is anybody home?

Help!

Oh, God.

RAZOR k*ller: TWO MORE VICTIMS

Oh, God. Please help me.

There was a dog, it attacked me...

Dirty little spy!

No! Please!

What do you want from me?

"Sorry about the girl.

"I had to eliminate her
to continue my work.

"I will k*ll everybody
who disgusts me.

"The perverts
and soon the great corruptor himself."

Me.

You must be careful.

This k*ller is very well informed.

He knew you were coming.
He wrote to you at your agent's office.

He knew it would be dangerous
to bring the letter to your home

because the girl, Maria,
lived in your building.

Do you need me any more today?

No.

No, Mr Neal, but...

...l'd like you to stay
in your apartment if possible

because this last message
threatens you personally.

Oh, I finished your book.
You know what?

I knew by page 30 who the k*ller was.
That's never happened before!

I give up.

Looking through your address book
for a maniac is crazy.

Why me? Why?

Because I corrupted him, so he says.

- Or she.
- Or she. Sure.

Try to eliminate...

Human perversion.

Christiano Berti, the critic,
called "Tenebrae"

a novel about aberrant behaviour
and human perversion.

He seemed obsessed by it.

Gianni, give me that phone book.

B...

Via del...

Here!

EUR.

Christiano Berti lives
three blocks from here.

Wait a minute. This is paranoia.

Maria's body was found
in the EUR district.

"Tenebrae"
is about human perversion

and its effects on society.

Those were his exact words
before we did the interview.

"Try to eliminate human perversion."

Two words.
That's hardly a case against him.

- You could tell the Chief Inspector.
- How would that help?

"Writer has an idea."

They would love that.

"Peter Neal against the razor k*ller."

On the other hand...

...if Peter Neal...

...got it right,

that would be amazing.

The police are all over the place.



The victim was


What happened to her today between


Meanwhile, the m*rder*r
has sent another mystery letter

warning that he'll strike again.

He says the next victim will be
someone he calls "the great corrupter".

This news is confirmed

by the fact that many politicians
and businessmen are leaving the city.

Jane?

Jane!

This is Jane McKerrow.
I can't take your call right now.

I last played hide and seek aged six.

Be quiet!

- This is boring.
- Investigations are boring.

But if you cut out the boring bits and
write the rest you've got a bestseller.

Look out!

Damn! He's in the house.

We've got to get out of here.

I'll go round the back.

Peter!

It was me. I k*lled them.

Peter!

Quickly.

Get up.

We've got to get out. He's...

The k*ller has an axe.

He must still be in the house.

- Come on, quickly.
- Oh, my head!

- What happened?
- I don't know. I heard a noise, then...

Did you see the k*ller?

The light went off. I can't picture him.

- Was he tall, short? What was he like?
- I don't know.

I didn't see anything except the axe.

The k*ller...
Christiano must have known him.

He said it was him.
He said he'd k*lled them all.

Then he k*lled him.

All that blood!

You've got to tell the police.
This could solve the case.

I didn't see anything. Just a dead man
with his head split open.

You know what I saw?

My mother putting me on the school bus
in Rhode Island.

That's what I saw.

After that knock on the head.
Like in a film.

- You should see a doctor.
- No need.

I'm just dazed and very confused.

Peter, maybe you... Maybe we should
go back to New York for a while.

Anne, will you sleep here?

- Keep me company. I'll make up a bed.
- I'll do it. Of course I'll stay.

Six years and it's the first time
we're sleeping in the same house.

Jane was around
for four of those six years.

- How's your head feeling?
- My head?

How is my head feeling? I didn't
expect that question. I'm embarrassed.

My head?

I'll pull through.

Peter, in the morning
we both forget about this, OK?

Nothing happened. Nothing.

Nothing happened.

Peter?

- Thank you.
- Would you like coffee, Mr Neal?

Close the deal, then.

No, thank you.

All right. Bye.

I am really upset about Christiano.

It's unbelievable. Unbelievable.

Listen, I came to tell you...

I'm thinking of leaving Rome
for a couple of weeks.

Maybe I'll go to Paris.

You can't let me down now.
We're signing the contract in two days.

Can't you stay until Friday?

My life is in danger.

No contract in the world
is worth that risk.

You're right.

I'll book a suite for you
at the Florio, out of town.

Say you're going to New York.
and stay there until you sign.

It's a million-dollar contract,
you know.

Just you and I will know
where you are. It's safe.

Do it for me.

Yes?

Sir Donald Otley is on line one.

- Where is he?
- London.

One moment.

What do you say?

I'll call you this afternoon.

As you wish.

Donald, how are you?

Hello? Hello?

- Where is that old drunkard?
- He said he'll call back later.

Tell him I'm not here.

Everything's all right.

I feel so mean.

Hearing his voice
while I'm hiding behind the door,

wondering if he knows about us.

No, darling. No.

It will be over very soon, I promise you.

Jane.

- Will I see you for lunch?
- Yes. Same place?

Piazza Arduini at one.

I'm not going back to that house.

I can't.

You don't have to, Gianni.
You can wait outside.

The lights went out.

Somebody switched them off.

Not Christiano.
I heard him screaming.

Bloody idiot!

Stop. Stop here.

I feel like walking.
See you there later.

OK.

I called you
because I want to look around

before the magistrate
has the seals removed.

Is it the same k*ller?

I think so.

But he used an axe
with Berti and Maria.

Has he sent you his usual letter?

- No.
- He will.

You said that
you only met Mr Berti twice.

Yes, at the press conference
and the interview.

"Peter Neal, analyses of obsession."

"Peter Neal,
aberrant behaviour, the novels."

- "Peter Neal, personal."
- Personal?

"Born in Rhode Island.
Graduate of Yale University.

"Practising Catholic." Look.

"Tall. Piercing gaze. We looked
at each other but I didn't speak."

Good heavens.

Somebody else
who was interested in you.

- Can we go outside?
- Sure.

- Bless you.
- Thank you. I'm allergic to dust.

What happened to your head?

It's being done in by this case.
Strange that yours isn't.

One thing's for sure.

The k*ller and Christiano Berti
were both obsessed by your work.

Last time we talked
I was a little sarcastic,

but we really need your help.

I've been thinking about this business
as you asked me to

and as I do for my novels,

and I've got the feeling
that something is missing.

Something doesn't fit.

Somebody who should be alive
is dead

and somebody who should be dead
is alive.

What does that mean?

In one of his books Conan Doyle wrote,

"When you have eliminated
the impossible, whatever remains,

"however improbable, must be the truth."

- "The Hound Of The Baskervilles"?
- Yes.

The impossible in our case

is that this chain of killings
doesn't make sense.

In "The Hound Of The Baskervilles"
the impossible was a giant ghost dog.

The improbable in this case,
as in the book,

is similarly strange, unimaginable...

...but possible.

That's what we have to find.
Truth is always possible.

- Mr Neal.
- I have to go.

I'm a voracious reader of your books,
Mr Neal,

and I'd like to think you'll write
many more books for me to enjoy.

So I guess what I'm asking is selfish.

- Could you leave town today?
- Yes, that's what I'm about to do.

Good. Let me know where you're going.

FOR YOU, JANE

Thank you.

You've pissed me off.
I've had enough. I'm saying goodbye.

So you're here, you b*stard.

Get off me!

I'm saying goodbye.

You think you're a bloody superwoman.

Do you know what that means?
I'm leaving you. I've had enough. Bye.

Come on. Were you hiding?

- Bye.
- Bye.

What...

What's going on?

- Passport?
- Passport? Passport.

- Passport!
- OK.

The bank's wired money
to the Raphael in Paris. I've booked.

Excellent.

Hello?

- The Chief Inspector.
- No.

I'm afraid he's at the airport already.
Yes?

Is there anything I can... All right.

Goodbye.

He wanted to know if you'd left.

He said something happened
and he was worried.

- Hi.
- Hello.

Anne's driving me to the airport.

OK.

I'm going back to that house.
I think it holds the key to everything.

If I can remember and visualise it.

- Where are you going?
- Top secret.

- Sorry, but if no one knows...
- Sure.

I hope to see you again soon.

I'm really sorry that you
had to get caught up in this business.

I haven't enjoyed it,
but I'm glad we've met.

I hope to see you again
when it's over.

- I'll come down with you.
- Let's go.

I k*lled them.

I k*lled them all.

Christiano... But how...

I k*lled them all.

He's the m*rder*r.

So...

So who k*lled him?

Hello?

Anne, I'm sorry.

- I wanted to speak to Peter.
- He's gone already.

I've done some things...

It's like there are two Janes inside me

and sometimes the other one...

Where are you, Jane? In Rome?

Yes. Help me.
I don't want to k*ll myself.

Where are you? I'll come round.

In a little villa on Via Appennini,
number 11.

I'll be there in half an hour.

I am so sorry! I didn't mean to...

Please come. I want to explain...

Explain why I did those things.

- Who are you arresting? I'm innocent.
- Stay still.

What are you doing? Leave me alone.
I've got nothing to do with it.

How many times? Two, three?

Two or three times. Wait here.

OK. Bloody hell.

- Who's that woman?
- The maid at the house Bullmer rented.

She's Filipina and has lots
of interesting information about him.

For a start,
Bullmer had a steady girlfriend.

- What language does she speak?
- Only Tagalog and Spanish.

You question her.

The m*rder*r has k*lled again.

I've got to go.

See you later.

- Have you got anything of Mr Bullmer's?
- Yes.

Thank you very much.

Goodbye.

This way, madam.

Anne?

Is that you, Anne?

Anne?

I didn't know...
I didn't know that Anne was...

No!

No, don't look. Stay back.

When you have eliminated
the impossible,

whatever remains,
however improbable,

must be the truth.

Bullmer's maid told Inspector Altieri
he'd had an affair with your fiancée.

Altieri made a rash move
and came over here by herself to check.

She didn't know that you are mad.
Completely mad.

It cost her her life.

I don't know
if I should hate or pity you.

No, I didn't k*ll the other women.
I didn't k*ll them.

I know.
That would have been impossible.

When I realised
Christiano Berti was the k*ller...

It didn't take me long to realise.

The rest, Chief Inspector Germani,
was like writing a book.

A book!

Perfect revenge.

You k*ll the Razor k*ller
but you let him live long enough

to be blamed for the m*rder
of your fiancée and her lover.

The two people you hated most.

- Come on, get up.
- No.

Go on, turn round.
You know the routine.

Get up, quickly.

Go on.

No! Stop! No!

No! Peter!

It's not working.
I'll call from the car radio.

Don't stay here.

- Wait.
- Come on. Let's go.

Come on.

OK. Be quick.

Peter...

Peter... It can't be...

I didn't want to believe it either.

Not until I got a telex
from Interpol this evening.

When Peter Neal was a boy
in Rhode Island,

a girl he knew was stabbed to death.

He was accused
but there wasn't any evidence

and he wasn't even charged.

But if it was him...

...he committed an act

which marked his mind forever.

There's a sentence in his novel...

"He didn't feel anxiety or fear,
but freedom.

"Every humiliation
which stood in his way...

"...could be swept aside by this simple
act of annihilation: m*rder."

No!

Calm down, it's all over now.

Don't move. Wait for me here.

It was fake.