A Blade in the Dark (1983) Movie Script
We're almost there.
- No, no. Let go of me!
- Come on Scaredy cat.
I don't want to do it!
You sure you would.
You can't back out now.
Let me go!
No!
- It's dark in here!
- Ssshh!
Here's the candle.
Hold it!
You're ready?
This way.
- Is that the door?
- Shut up! You'll see.
Okay, let's see you do it.
Show us you're some little girl.
Go on down the stairs and get it.
Down there?
Yeah, the ball... go get it.
Female, you're a girl if
you don't get the ball!
Female, you are a female!...
- I think you're going to like living here.
- Yes, it's got a nice feeling to it.
I see you're all set going to go to work.
Posing music for movies.
Interesting.
- What are you working for now?
- A theme for a thriller.
A story of a murder.
Not anything to get enthusiastic about.
I guess any kind of work
can become routine.
Though I suppose I'd be
better off sitting on
an oil rig working for
my father in Kuwait.
But would you be able to
afford a villa like this one?
No way.
Or if I did, I'd have to rent it out.
The way we did with you.
Oh well.
- Where did you leave your car?
- Back there.
- I'll walk you to it.
- Thanks.
Oh! I wanted to ask you, since
I'm a real music lover.
Could I... come some
time and hear you play?
It's a little difficult cause
I have to set schedule.
But if you like, I could record a cassette.
That would be fantastic.
Thriller music is always gasping.
Who is the culprit, by the way?
Sorry, because you're not
suppose to give it away, huh?
The director won't let
anyone see the end.
She says it's going to be a surprise.
Being I'll have to go pay to see it, huh?
Listen, I'll introduce you to
Giovanni, the caretaker...
Well, it there's any problems,
he's the one to go to.
He's got all the keys and he lives
right there in the cottage, ok?
Sure, thanks... to be talking.
About that cassette, I'll try
and make it this weekend.
That great. Really appreciate it.
Ciao.
Well, what do you think, Bruno?
I don't know what to say, Sandra?
It's the third time I look at the
sequence and each time it scared me more.
Really frighten, huh? This is nothing
compared to the twelfth reel.
Which of course you haven't seen yet.
Yeah! Your final reel is
such a mysterious secret.
You know I'm curious
seeing a thing like this.
Where did you get your inspiration?
Well, the truth is, that's
a hard question to answer.
Ever since I was a little child,
I was afraid of the dark.
Wind with the dark is menace,
in every sound... danger.
There could be monsters, killers.
Murderers lurk in the black dark.
Sure it's possible there's nothing there...
no presence all along...
Or maybe daylight cancels out the
monsters like nightmares in your sleep.
But death is there... always always
watching and especially in the dark.
- Are you trying to frighten me or what?
- No...
I just want you to understand
this spirit of the film...
because the music is extremely important.
It must express anxiety, fear, terror.
It must underscore the breathing
of the killer and of his victim...
It must... get the audience involved,
as though they were really there.
To compose a score like
this, am I the right one?
Bruno, you were the only choice for this.
I didn't want it to be typical.
You're new to this kind of score.
And the villa where you're staying,
where you'll do your work...
is a sufficiently scary
place to inspire you.
Very large, very isolated.
Please kill it! I've never
been so afraid in my life!
- There's a spider there on the floor!
- It's not a spider. That's a cockroach.
- Better now?
- Yeah, I'm feeling much better.
Bugs always affect me like that.
Really just thinking about it.
- Look! I'm all goose flesh.
- Yeah! You're right.
I feel like a little terrible.
- Hey! Can you lend a girl a cigarette?
- Oh sure. I think so.
Here!
I never saw you before.
Are you a friend of Linda's?
Linda?
No.
- What's so amusing?
- Your face!
- My face?
- Nothing! Your expression, that's all!
I probably scared the pants
off you out there before.
Your expression says it all.
Who is this mad lady who came jumping
out at me out there in the hall.
I must say you're very perspicacious...
because that is exactly
what I was thinking.
- You're cute.
- Yeah, well so are you.
My name is Katia.
My house is right over there.
A habit of yours sneaking
into houses of neighbours.
No, not a habit.
Only when it's a good looking man.
- How long you'd be here?
- Oh I rented it just for a month.
Too bad, such a short time.
Musician?
I adore musicians.
They're really great in bed.
- How are you in the feathers?
- Depends on the answers, mostly.
That depends on the questions?
Now, tell me the reason why you
were hiding in that closet.
Do you like your stories real simple, or
would you prefer them more elaborate?
What kind of lie would you like to hear?
Go on. Go answer it. Saved by the bell.
In the meantime I would appreciate
your getting it together.
Hello. Bruno.
It's Tony Rendina.
Everything copacetic?
Listen, I wanted to ask.
Did you record that cassette?
No, I haven't be able to.
No time.
I'll record it tomorrow.
Hey, some of the light switches
here don't seem to function.
- What is it?
- The bathroom. Where's the bathroom?
Would you hang on a minute.
Gotta go.
Can't hold it!
Out there to the right,
down the corridor.
Yeah, what is it you were saying?
I was saying, maybe it's not the switches.
Maybe there are just some bulbs missing.
Well, I'm awfully sorry
for the inconvenience.
I bet it was that last tenant, Linda
She was a bit strange.
She prefer the dark room.
The best thing is ask Giovanni. He should
able to scare up a few extra bulbs.
I'll ask of him.
- Any other problems?
- No, no thanks.
Tomorrow ah? Ciao.
Katia!
Katia!
Katia!
Katia?
Katia!
I've discovered Linda's secret.
And it really terrifying and terrible.
But at the same time it's fascinating.
There's nobody I can tell it to.
Angela wouldn't be able to understand.
But I'm afraid to keep it to myself.
I have this premonition.
Open the door!
Help!
Oh!...
Help!
I need saving...
Stop!
Stop!
Oh no! No! No!
"Yes... Linda!"
"No one must know"
"It's a secret"
"Yes... Linda!"
"No one... must know"
Hello!
Hello?
Julia, is that you?
Hello?
Hello!
Hello!
- What on earth are you doing?
- I'm sorry. Was I bothering you.
- What's in the sack there?
- Nothing, old papers and magazines.
- Wait a second. Let me help you.
- No, no it's okay. It's okay.
Thanks a lot.
Cigarette?
Just out of curiosity. What was the
girl like who was here before me?
Linda.
Never paid her much attention.
Anyway I've just been hired.
Right before she left.
The boss only rents to fill
out the short term tenants.
I'm not the nosy type.
- Well, would you ever know a Katia.
- Katia? No! Somebody I should know?
Just wondering.
Goodnight.
Surprise!
Bruno, it's me!
I'm Julia, your girl.
Excuse me, Julia.
My mind is...
But you're far from that theater in Naples?
I thought you had a rehearsal.
Cancelled.
A 200 kilometer drive on the freeway
just to spend an hour with you
speeding all the way.
But judging from that look on your
face I guess it was a mistake.
I should have stayed in Naples.
- Come on. Smile.
- Would you rather I go?
You're being silly.
It's only I wasn't expecting
you to show up like this.
And I didn't intend to
surprise you like this.
I tried to let you know.
I tried to phone you but there must have
been something wrong with the line.
- When?
- About an hour ago.
I was still on the highway.
- It was you then.
- Why?
Because of a whole series
of strange things.
Oh really?
Strange, how do you mean?
Just strange, really strange.
How does this thing unhook?
Either it does, or it doesn't.
Did it?
Forget the tape torn into shreds...
the diary ripped and burned,
the steps, the sounds...
But the bloodstains on my pants?
You saw it with your own eyes.
Yes Bruno, obviously.
And I admit the spots of blood,
they look mighty genuine.
But why not add to you list?
That stench out there.
The smell of the pool, huh?
What are you saying, sweetheart?
You're kidding aren't you?
I'm beginning to get tired of your story.
Last night there was someone here, Julia.
- A girl, Katia, I could...
- Katia, huh? Was she nice?
Listen, this is serious. I'm really
worried that something happened to her.
Yes, I know. She was killed while
you were playing the piano, alright?
You know Julia...
You're being slightly difficult.
I'm sorry. I slip away for a night,
drive all this way to see you...
and you waste precious
time telling me a
story about this weirdo
girl called Katia...
a girl who has a fear of bugs
plus she's into housebreaking.
If you had told me that story,
I wouldn't believe it either.
Now I'll tell you what the truth is.
The minute I turned my back, you
found yourself a young admirer.
I promise you, I shall make
you sorry you did that.
Now, let's please drop the subject.
I feel you ought to make up for lost time.
You'll have to break a record because in
about fifty two seconds, I get on the road.
You're not really leaving?
You know I'm an actress
and I have to rehearse.
You don't have to rehearse.
You're just pissed off.
And you still haven't come down to see me.
It's wrong not to. I'm
really terrific in my role.
Oh don't make that face.
Anyway you've got your Katia to save you,
like she was doing before she got killed.
And if she's really dead?
And that blood was really hers.
The diary!
Katia had written that she'd
discovered something...
and then she felt the
premonition of danger.
The killer must have set an
appointment with her here.
Wanted to learn what she'd found out.
Those phrases on the tape...
they could be a clue.
Just a minute, I wrote them down.
Here!
"Secret", "Yes, Linda",
"No one must know".
And the killer naturally is the caretaker.
You talk that way because you weren't here.
I have a distinct impression that Sandra's
really beginning to get to you
with those horror film of hers.
I promise to come back whenever.
Ciao!
And watch out for those admirers.
Don't bother.
It's locked tight.
It contain some personal
effects of my last tenant.
I can have the door opened if you want
and have her stuff put somewhere else.
No, no thanks. One thing I
don't need here is more space.
- Can I offer you a coffee?
- No, thanks, I've already had two.
- I came to check the pool.
- Yeah, there's a terrible smell.
In my opinion it's the purifier.
I've told Giovanni to change brands.
- Otherwise, how is everything? Okay?
- Well, apart from certain surprises.
- Such as?
- Last evening I found a girl in my closet.
Lucky you, was she nice?
All everyone seems to care about.
Was she nice?
Yes, nice.
But strange.
But there were a whole lot of other
strange things last night too.
But talking about it, all I get is trouble.
Already my girl is sore at me.
- I'm sorry that you had to be disturbed.
- No, well.
Mostly I'd like to know if
you knew this girl Katia?
Raven haired with kind of
a wacky air about her?
Yeah, that's the one.
That describes her.
Well she came once in a while to swim in
the pool when the other tenant was here.
- Linda?
- Yes, Linda. She had the villa before you.
The one who left her things
in that locked room there.
What was she like?
Normal kind of girl.
Sort of... bright.
Nice looking kid.
But why all this sudden interest in Linda?
It's not really for Linda.
The fact is, I have the impression that...
I don't know, that Katia was there
in the house to meet Linda.
Do you know whether Linda
still has the key?
I really couldn't say.
You'd better ask Giovanni.
Yeah! That guy is also a bit strange, huh?
- Well, the telephone.
- You have to go or can you wait?
No, I'd better go.
I have to change.
- Okay.
- Ciao!
I'll see you when I get
back from Kuwait.
Take care.
Yes, hello?
Hello?
Anyone there?
Listen to me music man...
Nothing you can do will help.
I'm going to kill you!
Who's speaking?
Hello!
Who's speaking.
You can say your prayers, Bruno!
You are doomed!
Sandra, I got it.
It's you, isn't it!
But you were really scared at
first, weren't you darling?
How clever of you to recognise my voice?
Listen, Bruno...
I've... I've got a new idea.
Very interesting.
I want to see you.
Let's say about 6:30, movie on the B.
- I'll be there.
- 6:30. I'll be waiting then. Ciao.
- Are you a music lover?
- Mmm hmm.
- Anything I can do for you?
- Actually, I was looking for Katia.
- Are you a girlfriend?
- I'm Angela.
- She didn't mention me?
- We never had the time.
In any case if you do find her,
tell her I'd like to speak to her.
Well, the point is.
She never returned to the house.
She was here about 11
then she just vanished.
How come her diary's still on the table?
After all she came to get it back.
Yeah, and someone destroyed the pages.
You got any idea who?
No. My first time here since Linda left.
She was so kind. She always
used to let us go swimming here.
Take a dip as often as you like.
Whenever you want.
Can I really?
I'm going to go in right now.
- Thanks. So long.
- So long.
Hey wait a minute! I...
Listen...
Changed your mind?
No, I just want to ask you a
couple of questions about Katia.
It's not just curiosity. I tell
you I feel like this is a movie.
Where... like Katia going and disappearing.
Typical Katia.
Were you friendly with
Katia a very long time?
We room together. Our place is
very near here, about 10 blocks.
We're models.
And sometime salesgirls,
specializing in door-to-door.
It's not dangerous and it pays pretty good.
Hey listen. I don't suppose you're
interested in the culture of pre-Columbia?
No.
Lots of beautiful photographs
and it don't cost much.
- No, really. Thanks.
- Oh well. Nice try.
Ciao.
Female!
You're a female!
Go on!
"Waited for you till 8. I'll be at home.
Ciao. Bruno".
I'm recording this just in
case anything happens to me.
I'm nearly positive that I've
uncovered a chain of murders.
Admitting at the same time,
another possibility.
That the whole thing is
in my imagination...
or a very powerful auto-suggestion.
But I don't think that's the case.
Too much proof to the contrary.
In the house where I sit,
something hellish has happened.
What was the secret that Katia knew?
Who is Linda?
I feel her presence, and its name is death.
It hovers all around me.
Yet somehow I'm not afraid of it.
I find it fascinating...
Katia and Angela are dead.
They were killed in this house.
But where had they hidden
the girls' bodies?
The final answer is...
Who is it?
It's me, Sandra.
Open the door.
I found your message.
Your timing is right on.
I've got a hundred things to tell you.
- This is all the whiskey you possess?
- This bottle is finished.
If you want, there's tea, coffee, and
yoghurt. It's all I can offer you.
Oh my, I could never live with you.
I never ask you to.
And so you say that here in this
house there were two murders.
Two young girls mysteriously done in.
- You find it hard to believe me, hmm?
- Okay, say it's true.
Then why do you delay
reporting it to the police?
Without the bodies as evidence,
they'd think I was crazy.
- And I have to believe you?
- It's true, Sandra.
It's all so fantastic.
And I don't mind telling you that
the thought those corpses could still
be here in this house is a scary one.
Yeah! But what makes you so
certain they're still around?
The killer had little to no time
to get rid of the bodies...
but there're loads of places where he could
have hidden them in a house this huge.
And I believe, unless you imagine the
whole thing, the bodies are still here.
Have you searched every room?
All, but the one
downstairs in the cellar.
- Why didn't you look in there?
- Because it was locked.
It contains some things of
the last tenant, Linda.
- Linda? What's her age?
- How would I know?
I used to know a Linda,
but it couldn't be the same one.
It would be a coincidence.
Just too much.
- Do you know anything at all about her?
- All just what I've already told you...
There was her name in Katia's
diary, as well as on the recording.
- But this other Linda the one you knew?
- Oh! It couldn't be her.
Let's take a look in the room downstairs.
Here it is.
Now we just got to figure
out a way to get in.
- It's open!
- It was locked! I swear.
As if somebody opened it...
- You don't think that...
- That the bodies are in these boxes?
Hold it.
She read a lot.
Nothing in here, either.
Tennis balls!
Because it can't be.
- It's impossible!
- What is?
- It's the same Linda.
- Why do you say that?
What makes you so certain
she's the same one?
- It's a very strange story.
- And you had no idea she was living here?
No, how would I know?
I haven't seen her in almost three years.
There's no doubt.
I'm absolutely sure it's her.
What did these balls got to do with it?
She was obsessed with tennis,
it was a running nightmare...
hearing tennis balls bouncing in the dark.
- You mean like in your film?
- Yes, it was Linda who inspired it.
Childhood trauma turning a
normal person into a monster.
You're saying that Linda did...
Well, I can't say that
she did the killings...
But the film is based on Linda as a child.
All the rest is my fantasy.
The difference between
fantasy and reality...
often becomes minimal...
these coincidences.
You haven't projected the
last reel of the film yet.
How did you finish the story?
Are you by any chance
suggesting there could be
an analogy between my
film and these killings?
Look, I don't know. I'm not sure
any longer the killings occurred.
Someone's come in the house.
It's just above us, in the studio.
Sound like a woman.
Linda.
- The footsteps have stopped.
- What's she doing?
She heard that for sure.
What do you think?
I don't know.
- I don't hear any footsteps.
- Yeah, but that doesn't mean she's gone.
- Why did she come back?
- You should know, Sandra.
The killer always returns
to the scene of the crime.
- What are we going to do?
- You're asking me?
You're the expert on these things,
I'm only a musician!
Ssshh. Quiet!
You want them to hear us?
- Where are you going?
- We can't stay down here forever.
Wait for me!
Did you see that?
- I'll take your scarf. Wait here.
- What are you going to do?
You saw that knife, don't
you think you should wait.
Look out! Bruno!
Bruno!
Oh my God, it's you!
Why?
Who did you think it was?
I don't know.
But after what you told me the
other night... that girl Katia.
Mind explaining why you were skulking.
Skulking?
What the hell are you saying?
You're the one thwacking
around carrying a knife.
Oh come on. We're all a little
worried over these missing girls.
But it make no sense to carry on this way.
Just a case of being a bit overwrought.
Oh Bruno! You will forgive me.
I might have killed you.
It's only that I was
frightened out of my mind.
I saw this figure approaching
and I didn't know it was you.
And me!
I was ready to strangle a murderess.
There you see. All's well that finishes
well or whatever the guy said.
It was a night I wouldn't
want to repeat, I tell you.
- This is yours.
- And this is yours.
If there was any whiskey left this
would be a good time to drink it.
Right! Save the tea and
yoghurt for breakfast.
- Thanks for everything.
- You're kidding.
- You alright going home alone?
- Why, sure.
Even though I've discovered that
as a woman, I'm a physical coward.
Ciao.
Goodnight.
Oh sweetie.
Bruno!
- What is it?
- Just a little curiosity...
What sort of things were you
doing downstairs with Sandra?
- You sound a little jealous.
- A little.
You by the way, how come you're here?
Didn't you have a show tonight?
Yes, but I... well...
These unexpected appearances
make me happy, I admit.
As a working actress, how did
you arrange these visits.
The play... well it got suspended.
You can read all about it
the morning news, darling.
And for what reason was it closed?
They charged us with obscenity.
I ask you...
Sagfield West is called a dirty show.
If I knew it was sexy, I
would have come to see it.
- What was it about?
- Homosexuality and female.
Oh that explains it. People
don't want to know about that.
You know, for a moment down there, I really
thought you were going to try and kill me.
And now you've always wondered
about that, won't you?
Wait!
I have a surprise for you.
Wait there a minute.
Okay?
Julia! Are you ready?
Julia?
Hey. Where are you?
Oh! I think you get such a
kick out of girls in closet.
Only when they're scared of cockroaches.
Is it yours?
Have you forgotten already that
the two of us met playing tennis?
- Tell me who you are.
- Don't you know?
A young actress, very talented.
Who's destined to be a
rich and famous celebrity.
Although at the moment, I have to be
contented with only a simple musician...
full of dreams but with
nothing in his bank account.
Are you giving me a feel?
And that ain't all you're
gonna get tonight, cockroach.
Julia.
Where are you?
Linda.
Linda, is that you?
Linda, why don't you answer?
Hello.
Hello!
Linda, don't cry.
Listen...
I'm so sorry the way things turned out.
But I didn't betray you.
I used your story for the
film but I invented the rest.
Please, Linda.
I didn't... I didn't say anything.
Look! If you want we can meet.
Linda! Say something!
Julia?
Julia!
Giovanni!
Good morning sir.
Sleep well?
Pretty good, thanks.
Did you happen to see Julia?
Julia? Who's that?
The little blonde girl
that stayed the night?
Yeah, I'd seen her.
A few minutes ago she was
over by the cottage.
Are you sure?
She's up early.
I...
know it's none of my business but...
your friend must suffer from insomnia.
She's up at dawn each morning.
The other morning too I
saw her near the cottage.
I wouldn't worry.
I have trouble sleeping myself.
Oh! I forgot to tell ya.
New purifier for the pool has arrived.
- What are you doing?
- What?
- How come you're up so early?
- I came down here to relax for a while.
I couldn't sleep. All those stories
you told me gave me a bad headache.
You call them stories?
Two young girls disappeared.
And it's quite likely they were
killed here in this house.
Give me a break, Bruno.
Don't begin again.
Just please, don't begin.
Ever since you started this job
with Sandra, you're somebody else.
I don't know you anymore.
- You see murder everywhere.
- No, I never said I saw anything...
- I only suspect.
- Please, huh!
Besides, if you want to know,
I'm not a Sandra booster.
There's something I don't trust.
In my opinion, it's you who is being
awfully strange this morning...
and not only in my opinion this morning.
This fighting and being jealous
and this picking of argument...
Stop being so innocent.
Pay attention to your own sins.
Thanks a lot.
Really sorry to bother you like this.
Oh! It's alright.
What you got in here?
Machine guns?
Careful now.
Put it down here.
Okay... watch your hands.
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
Giovanni.
Yes?
Did you ever see my girl come around
here before I took the villa?
Listen, my job is to look after the estate.
- Not count the visitors.
- Seriously?
That girl from the closet has
vanished and so has Angela.
Only vanished where?
I don't know?
Maybe they're dead.
That's not very funny...
cause it could be true.
Oh, come on. You're kidding.
Or at least I hope you are.
Dead serious, Giovanni.
I can tell you one thing.
I'm going to find out what's going on.
Julia.
You're blocking my sun.
Listen to me. I...
God! You should be a
morgue attendant, Bruno.
You should see your face.
This is not the moment to kid.
- I have to go out for an hour or so.
- Go ahead. I'll stay here by the pool.
That's just what I don't want,
I'll feel better if you came along with me.
You actually going to begin
again with this story.
And is it possible you're
such a vacant nerd?
Just satisfaction is to sit
like a frog in the sun.
Just beat it and do us a favour.
Use your head, Bruno.
Say he does exist, this
mysterious murderer in the villa.
It stands to reason, we had all
have us be murdered by now?
Oh God! Just the other night
you were absolutely sure that
that someone was trying to kill you.
You were scared out of your wits.
The other night there were no
lights on but the sun is out today.
No one is ever afraid in the sunlight.
I'll leave you to the pool.
But take care, okay.
There's no one here.
I find it difficult to figure out how
we ever got started as a couple.
Me too, if you want to know.
Of course I love you.
See you later on tonight.
Ciao.
All yours.
Hello?
- Hello?
- Is this the Travel Theater?
Yes.
Who's speaking.
I want to talk if I may to the
director of the company, Mr Caruso.
This is he, but speak louder please.
I can hardly hear you.
I understand that your recent play,
Sagfield West got blacked out.
Is it correct? This is on charges of
obscenity or any such thing like that?
Blacked out for obscenity?
What are you talking about?
Sagfield West is a show for school kids,
sponsored by the Department of Education.
Alright must have been some other
show they meant, not yours.
Excuse me, do you use the
actress Julia Rubini?
You're friend of Julia, huh!
Alright, where is she?
What do you mean? I...
Is she such a coward, she can't call...
you tell her this.
Her little games have not been forgotten.
And this time we're not going to let it go.
- We'll take her to court, you got that?
- I'm sorry I don't follow you.
She didn't tell you?
She took off on opening
night without a word.
And that's the last we heard of her.
And I had no understudy.
When did she do this?
Last week, and if you talk to her...
tell her I don't ever want to see her
ass around this theater again. Goodbye.
Mr Caruso?
This is the black and
white print for the...
Okay.
- Hi Carlo.
- Hi.
I want to have a look at the
last reel of this film?
The last reel?
I don't know. Sandra's orders
are that no one's to see it.
Hi Carlo. Is the projection ready?
Yeah. You better hurry.
They were looking for you.
Well, she's gotta make an
exception for me, Carlo.
Now hold on a second.
Hey honey. Would you mind
getting off that phone?
I've got an important call to make.
Keep you pants on, Carlo.
I'll cover for you the next time I come.
Oh, don't be silly.
It's delicious with artichokes
you know, sweetheart.
- This one?
- Yeah.
How do I function if I don't see the reel.
Sandra knows I've got to finish.
Now, I didn't say nothing, huh?
The reel's on the moviola.
Thanks.
Carlo!
Yeah. What is it?
Look!
Oh my God! What's happened here!
Jesus! What a mess.
- Who was in here?
- I don't know who was in here.
But I know what's gonna happen
when Sandra finds out.
Would you look at that, in trillion pieces.
- This is the last reel of the film.
- Yeah, the last reel. Her famous one.
Can you put it back together?
This reel goes out in the trash bin.
How the hell you gonna remount it?
Okay, we'll give it a try.
But it won't be like it was.
There's a lot of footage missing.
It will take a miracle to get
these pieces back together right.
Well, I've seen this before.
Are you sure this is the final reel?
This is the last reel alright.
You could be sure of that a 100 percent.
That little boy's...
Turn if back a bit, huh.
The secret must lie in this reel.
- But what was the secret?
- What secret?
All I see is a small boy
playing with a tennis ball.
Small boy?
But that's a...!
Go backwards again.
Who is she?
We didn't see a woman before.
Do you know anything about it?
No, this must be the beginning
of the final scene.
And that's the one that was missing from
the film, the one we couldn't find.
And here we have a new character.
I would guess from this shot that the
killer in the film is this woman.
In the film?
I'm beginning to understand.
Linda?
Linda!
No...
I thought of you too!
Don't be afraid!
I don't want to hurt you,
I want your blood!
Julia!
Julia!
Bruno!
Julia!
Julia!
Julia...
Julia.
Tony!
Run!
I'm not... not a female child!
...not a female... child!
...not a... female child!
Poor Sandra, without knowing
it she understood everything.
Yeah. She was right about Linda but she
didn't know it was Tony's alter ego.
His ego as a child is too fragile...
which causes his masculinity to regress.
But he couldn't kill the alter ego...
so he projected his anger on to other girls
wishing to kill the girl in himself.
Tell me why the murders,
I don't understand?
The answer is simple, Carlo.
He knifed those girls to show...
that he wasn't scared.
- No, no. Let go of me!
- Come on Scaredy cat.
I don't want to do it!
You sure you would.
You can't back out now.
Let me go!
No!
- It's dark in here!
- Ssshh!
Here's the candle.
Hold it!
You're ready?
This way.
- Is that the door?
- Shut up! You'll see.
Okay, let's see you do it.
Show us you're some little girl.
Go on down the stairs and get it.
Down there?
Yeah, the ball... go get it.
Female, you're a girl if
you don't get the ball!
Female, you are a female!...
- I think you're going to like living here.
- Yes, it's got a nice feeling to it.
I see you're all set going to go to work.
Posing music for movies.
Interesting.
- What are you working for now?
- A theme for a thriller.
A story of a murder.
Not anything to get enthusiastic about.
I guess any kind of work
can become routine.
Though I suppose I'd be
better off sitting on
an oil rig working for
my father in Kuwait.
But would you be able to
afford a villa like this one?
No way.
Or if I did, I'd have to rent it out.
The way we did with you.
Oh well.
- Where did you leave your car?
- Back there.
- I'll walk you to it.
- Thanks.
Oh! I wanted to ask you, since
I'm a real music lover.
Could I... come some
time and hear you play?
It's a little difficult cause
I have to set schedule.
But if you like, I could record a cassette.
That would be fantastic.
Thriller music is always gasping.
Who is the culprit, by the way?
Sorry, because you're not
suppose to give it away, huh?
The director won't let
anyone see the end.
She says it's going to be a surprise.
Being I'll have to go pay to see it, huh?
Listen, I'll introduce you to
Giovanni, the caretaker...
Well, it there's any problems,
he's the one to go to.
He's got all the keys and he lives
right there in the cottage, ok?
Sure, thanks... to be talking.
About that cassette, I'll try
and make it this weekend.
That great. Really appreciate it.
Ciao.
Well, what do you think, Bruno?
I don't know what to say, Sandra?
It's the third time I look at the
sequence and each time it scared me more.
Really frighten, huh? This is nothing
compared to the twelfth reel.
Which of course you haven't seen yet.
Yeah! Your final reel is
such a mysterious secret.
You know I'm curious
seeing a thing like this.
Where did you get your inspiration?
Well, the truth is, that's
a hard question to answer.
Ever since I was a little child,
I was afraid of the dark.
Wind with the dark is menace,
in every sound... danger.
There could be monsters, killers.
Murderers lurk in the black dark.
Sure it's possible there's nothing there...
no presence all along...
Or maybe daylight cancels out the
monsters like nightmares in your sleep.
But death is there... always always
watching and especially in the dark.
- Are you trying to frighten me or what?
- No...
I just want you to understand
this spirit of the film...
because the music is extremely important.
It must express anxiety, fear, terror.
It must underscore the breathing
of the killer and of his victim...
It must... get the audience involved,
as though they were really there.
To compose a score like
this, am I the right one?
Bruno, you were the only choice for this.
I didn't want it to be typical.
You're new to this kind of score.
And the villa where you're staying,
where you'll do your work...
is a sufficiently scary
place to inspire you.
Very large, very isolated.
Please kill it! I've never
been so afraid in my life!
- There's a spider there on the floor!
- It's not a spider. That's a cockroach.
- Better now?
- Yeah, I'm feeling much better.
Bugs always affect me like that.
Really just thinking about it.
- Look! I'm all goose flesh.
- Yeah! You're right.
I feel like a little terrible.
- Hey! Can you lend a girl a cigarette?
- Oh sure. I think so.
Here!
I never saw you before.
Are you a friend of Linda's?
Linda?
No.
- What's so amusing?
- Your face!
- My face?
- Nothing! Your expression, that's all!
I probably scared the pants
off you out there before.
Your expression says it all.
Who is this mad lady who came jumping
out at me out there in the hall.
I must say you're very perspicacious...
because that is exactly
what I was thinking.
- You're cute.
- Yeah, well so are you.
My name is Katia.
My house is right over there.
A habit of yours sneaking
into houses of neighbours.
No, not a habit.
Only when it's a good looking man.
- How long you'd be here?
- Oh I rented it just for a month.
Too bad, such a short time.
Musician?
I adore musicians.
They're really great in bed.
- How are you in the feathers?
- Depends on the answers, mostly.
That depends on the questions?
Now, tell me the reason why you
were hiding in that closet.
Do you like your stories real simple, or
would you prefer them more elaborate?
What kind of lie would you like to hear?
Go on. Go answer it. Saved by the bell.
In the meantime I would appreciate
your getting it together.
Hello. Bruno.
It's Tony Rendina.
Everything copacetic?
Listen, I wanted to ask.
Did you record that cassette?
No, I haven't be able to.
No time.
I'll record it tomorrow.
Hey, some of the light switches
here don't seem to function.
- What is it?
- The bathroom. Where's the bathroom?
Would you hang on a minute.
Gotta go.
Can't hold it!
Out there to the right,
down the corridor.
Yeah, what is it you were saying?
I was saying, maybe it's not the switches.
Maybe there are just some bulbs missing.
Well, I'm awfully sorry
for the inconvenience.
I bet it was that last tenant, Linda
She was a bit strange.
She prefer the dark room.
The best thing is ask Giovanni. He should
able to scare up a few extra bulbs.
I'll ask of him.
- Any other problems?
- No, no thanks.
Tomorrow ah? Ciao.
Katia!
Katia!
Katia!
Katia?
Katia!
I've discovered Linda's secret.
And it really terrifying and terrible.
But at the same time it's fascinating.
There's nobody I can tell it to.
Angela wouldn't be able to understand.
But I'm afraid to keep it to myself.
I have this premonition.
Open the door!
Help!
Oh!...
Help!
I need saving...
Stop!
Stop!
Oh no! No! No!
"Yes... Linda!"
"No one must know"
"It's a secret"
"Yes... Linda!"
"No one... must know"
Hello!
Hello?
Julia, is that you?
Hello?
Hello!
Hello!
- What on earth are you doing?
- I'm sorry. Was I bothering you.
- What's in the sack there?
- Nothing, old papers and magazines.
- Wait a second. Let me help you.
- No, no it's okay. It's okay.
Thanks a lot.
Cigarette?
Just out of curiosity. What was the
girl like who was here before me?
Linda.
Never paid her much attention.
Anyway I've just been hired.
Right before she left.
The boss only rents to fill
out the short term tenants.
I'm not the nosy type.
- Well, would you ever know a Katia.
- Katia? No! Somebody I should know?
Just wondering.
Goodnight.
Surprise!
Bruno, it's me!
I'm Julia, your girl.
Excuse me, Julia.
My mind is...
But you're far from that theater in Naples?
I thought you had a rehearsal.
Cancelled.
A 200 kilometer drive on the freeway
just to spend an hour with you
speeding all the way.
But judging from that look on your
face I guess it was a mistake.
I should have stayed in Naples.
- Come on. Smile.
- Would you rather I go?
You're being silly.
It's only I wasn't expecting
you to show up like this.
And I didn't intend to
surprise you like this.
I tried to let you know.
I tried to phone you but there must have
been something wrong with the line.
- When?
- About an hour ago.
I was still on the highway.
- It was you then.
- Why?
Because of a whole series
of strange things.
Oh really?
Strange, how do you mean?
Just strange, really strange.
How does this thing unhook?
Either it does, or it doesn't.
Did it?
Forget the tape torn into shreds...
the diary ripped and burned,
the steps, the sounds...
But the bloodstains on my pants?
You saw it with your own eyes.
Yes Bruno, obviously.
And I admit the spots of blood,
they look mighty genuine.
But why not add to you list?
That stench out there.
The smell of the pool, huh?
What are you saying, sweetheart?
You're kidding aren't you?
I'm beginning to get tired of your story.
Last night there was someone here, Julia.
- A girl, Katia, I could...
- Katia, huh? Was she nice?
Listen, this is serious. I'm really
worried that something happened to her.
Yes, I know. She was killed while
you were playing the piano, alright?
You know Julia...
You're being slightly difficult.
I'm sorry. I slip away for a night,
drive all this way to see you...
and you waste precious
time telling me a
story about this weirdo
girl called Katia...
a girl who has a fear of bugs
plus she's into housebreaking.
If you had told me that story,
I wouldn't believe it either.
Now I'll tell you what the truth is.
The minute I turned my back, you
found yourself a young admirer.
I promise you, I shall make
you sorry you did that.
Now, let's please drop the subject.
I feel you ought to make up for lost time.
You'll have to break a record because in
about fifty two seconds, I get on the road.
You're not really leaving?
You know I'm an actress
and I have to rehearse.
You don't have to rehearse.
You're just pissed off.
And you still haven't come down to see me.
It's wrong not to. I'm
really terrific in my role.
Oh don't make that face.
Anyway you've got your Katia to save you,
like she was doing before she got killed.
And if she's really dead?
And that blood was really hers.
The diary!
Katia had written that she'd
discovered something...
and then she felt the
premonition of danger.
The killer must have set an
appointment with her here.
Wanted to learn what she'd found out.
Those phrases on the tape...
they could be a clue.
Just a minute, I wrote them down.
Here!
"Secret", "Yes, Linda",
"No one must know".
And the killer naturally is the caretaker.
You talk that way because you weren't here.
I have a distinct impression that Sandra's
really beginning to get to you
with those horror film of hers.
I promise to come back whenever.
Ciao!
And watch out for those admirers.
Don't bother.
It's locked tight.
It contain some personal
effects of my last tenant.
I can have the door opened if you want
and have her stuff put somewhere else.
No, no thanks. One thing I
don't need here is more space.
- Can I offer you a coffee?
- No, thanks, I've already had two.
- I came to check the pool.
- Yeah, there's a terrible smell.
In my opinion it's the purifier.
I've told Giovanni to change brands.
- Otherwise, how is everything? Okay?
- Well, apart from certain surprises.
- Such as?
- Last evening I found a girl in my closet.
Lucky you, was she nice?
All everyone seems to care about.
Was she nice?
Yes, nice.
But strange.
But there were a whole lot of other
strange things last night too.
But talking about it, all I get is trouble.
Already my girl is sore at me.
- I'm sorry that you had to be disturbed.
- No, well.
Mostly I'd like to know if
you knew this girl Katia?
Raven haired with kind of
a wacky air about her?
Yeah, that's the one.
That describes her.
Well she came once in a while to swim in
the pool when the other tenant was here.
- Linda?
- Yes, Linda. She had the villa before you.
The one who left her things
in that locked room there.
What was she like?
Normal kind of girl.
Sort of... bright.
Nice looking kid.
But why all this sudden interest in Linda?
It's not really for Linda.
The fact is, I have the impression that...
I don't know, that Katia was there
in the house to meet Linda.
Do you know whether Linda
still has the key?
I really couldn't say.
You'd better ask Giovanni.
Yeah! That guy is also a bit strange, huh?
- Well, the telephone.
- You have to go or can you wait?
No, I'd better go.
I have to change.
- Okay.
- Ciao!
I'll see you when I get
back from Kuwait.
Take care.
Yes, hello?
Hello?
Anyone there?
Listen to me music man...
Nothing you can do will help.
I'm going to kill you!
Who's speaking?
Hello!
Who's speaking.
You can say your prayers, Bruno!
You are doomed!
Sandra, I got it.
It's you, isn't it!
But you were really scared at
first, weren't you darling?
How clever of you to recognise my voice?
Listen, Bruno...
I've... I've got a new idea.
Very interesting.
I want to see you.
Let's say about 6:30, movie on the B.
- I'll be there.
- 6:30. I'll be waiting then. Ciao.
- Are you a music lover?
- Mmm hmm.
- Anything I can do for you?
- Actually, I was looking for Katia.
- Are you a girlfriend?
- I'm Angela.
- She didn't mention me?
- We never had the time.
In any case if you do find her,
tell her I'd like to speak to her.
Well, the point is.
She never returned to the house.
She was here about 11
then she just vanished.
How come her diary's still on the table?
After all she came to get it back.
Yeah, and someone destroyed the pages.
You got any idea who?
No. My first time here since Linda left.
She was so kind. She always
used to let us go swimming here.
Take a dip as often as you like.
Whenever you want.
Can I really?
I'm going to go in right now.
- Thanks. So long.
- So long.
Hey wait a minute! I...
Listen...
Changed your mind?
No, I just want to ask you a
couple of questions about Katia.
It's not just curiosity. I tell
you I feel like this is a movie.
Where... like Katia going and disappearing.
Typical Katia.
Were you friendly with
Katia a very long time?
We room together. Our place is
very near here, about 10 blocks.
We're models.
And sometime salesgirls,
specializing in door-to-door.
It's not dangerous and it pays pretty good.
Hey listen. I don't suppose you're
interested in the culture of pre-Columbia?
No.
Lots of beautiful photographs
and it don't cost much.
- No, really. Thanks.
- Oh well. Nice try.
Ciao.
Female!
You're a female!
Go on!
"Waited for you till 8. I'll be at home.
Ciao. Bruno".
I'm recording this just in
case anything happens to me.
I'm nearly positive that I've
uncovered a chain of murders.
Admitting at the same time,
another possibility.
That the whole thing is
in my imagination...
or a very powerful auto-suggestion.
But I don't think that's the case.
Too much proof to the contrary.
In the house where I sit,
something hellish has happened.
What was the secret that Katia knew?
Who is Linda?
I feel her presence, and its name is death.
It hovers all around me.
Yet somehow I'm not afraid of it.
I find it fascinating...
Katia and Angela are dead.
They were killed in this house.
But where had they hidden
the girls' bodies?
The final answer is...
Who is it?
It's me, Sandra.
Open the door.
I found your message.
Your timing is right on.
I've got a hundred things to tell you.
- This is all the whiskey you possess?
- This bottle is finished.
If you want, there's tea, coffee, and
yoghurt. It's all I can offer you.
Oh my, I could never live with you.
I never ask you to.
And so you say that here in this
house there were two murders.
Two young girls mysteriously done in.
- You find it hard to believe me, hmm?
- Okay, say it's true.
Then why do you delay
reporting it to the police?
Without the bodies as evidence,
they'd think I was crazy.
- And I have to believe you?
- It's true, Sandra.
It's all so fantastic.
And I don't mind telling you that
the thought those corpses could still
be here in this house is a scary one.
Yeah! But what makes you so
certain they're still around?
The killer had little to no time
to get rid of the bodies...
but there're loads of places where he could
have hidden them in a house this huge.
And I believe, unless you imagine the
whole thing, the bodies are still here.
Have you searched every room?
All, but the one
downstairs in the cellar.
- Why didn't you look in there?
- Because it was locked.
It contains some things of
the last tenant, Linda.
- Linda? What's her age?
- How would I know?
I used to know a Linda,
but it couldn't be the same one.
It would be a coincidence.
Just too much.
- Do you know anything at all about her?
- All just what I've already told you...
There was her name in Katia's
diary, as well as on the recording.
- But this other Linda the one you knew?
- Oh! It couldn't be her.
Let's take a look in the room downstairs.
Here it is.
Now we just got to figure
out a way to get in.
- It's open!
- It was locked! I swear.
As if somebody opened it...
- You don't think that...
- That the bodies are in these boxes?
Hold it.
She read a lot.
Nothing in here, either.
Tennis balls!
Because it can't be.
- It's impossible!
- What is?
- It's the same Linda.
- Why do you say that?
What makes you so certain
she's the same one?
- It's a very strange story.
- And you had no idea she was living here?
No, how would I know?
I haven't seen her in almost three years.
There's no doubt.
I'm absolutely sure it's her.
What did these balls got to do with it?
She was obsessed with tennis,
it was a running nightmare...
hearing tennis balls bouncing in the dark.
- You mean like in your film?
- Yes, it was Linda who inspired it.
Childhood trauma turning a
normal person into a monster.
You're saying that Linda did...
Well, I can't say that
she did the killings...
But the film is based on Linda as a child.
All the rest is my fantasy.
The difference between
fantasy and reality...
often becomes minimal...
these coincidences.
You haven't projected the
last reel of the film yet.
How did you finish the story?
Are you by any chance
suggesting there could be
an analogy between my
film and these killings?
Look, I don't know. I'm not sure
any longer the killings occurred.
Someone's come in the house.
It's just above us, in the studio.
Sound like a woman.
Linda.
- The footsteps have stopped.
- What's she doing?
She heard that for sure.
What do you think?
I don't know.
- I don't hear any footsteps.
- Yeah, but that doesn't mean she's gone.
- Why did she come back?
- You should know, Sandra.
The killer always returns
to the scene of the crime.
- What are we going to do?
- You're asking me?
You're the expert on these things,
I'm only a musician!
Ssshh. Quiet!
You want them to hear us?
- Where are you going?
- We can't stay down here forever.
Wait for me!
Did you see that?
- I'll take your scarf. Wait here.
- What are you going to do?
You saw that knife, don't
you think you should wait.
Look out! Bruno!
Bruno!
Oh my God, it's you!
Why?
Who did you think it was?
I don't know.
But after what you told me the
other night... that girl Katia.
Mind explaining why you were skulking.
Skulking?
What the hell are you saying?
You're the one thwacking
around carrying a knife.
Oh come on. We're all a little
worried over these missing girls.
But it make no sense to carry on this way.
Just a case of being a bit overwrought.
Oh Bruno! You will forgive me.
I might have killed you.
It's only that I was
frightened out of my mind.
I saw this figure approaching
and I didn't know it was you.
And me!
I was ready to strangle a murderess.
There you see. All's well that finishes
well or whatever the guy said.
It was a night I wouldn't
want to repeat, I tell you.
- This is yours.
- And this is yours.
If there was any whiskey left this
would be a good time to drink it.
Right! Save the tea and
yoghurt for breakfast.
- Thanks for everything.
- You're kidding.
- You alright going home alone?
- Why, sure.
Even though I've discovered that
as a woman, I'm a physical coward.
Ciao.
Goodnight.
Oh sweetie.
Bruno!
- What is it?
- Just a little curiosity...
What sort of things were you
doing downstairs with Sandra?
- You sound a little jealous.
- A little.
You by the way, how come you're here?
Didn't you have a show tonight?
Yes, but I... well...
These unexpected appearances
make me happy, I admit.
As a working actress, how did
you arrange these visits.
The play... well it got suspended.
You can read all about it
the morning news, darling.
And for what reason was it closed?
They charged us with obscenity.
I ask you...
Sagfield West is called a dirty show.
If I knew it was sexy, I
would have come to see it.
- What was it about?
- Homosexuality and female.
Oh that explains it. People
don't want to know about that.
You know, for a moment down there, I really
thought you were going to try and kill me.
And now you've always wondered
about that, won't you?
Wait!
I have a surprise for you.
Wait there a minute.
Okay?
Julia! Are you ready?
Julia?
Hey. Where are you?
Oh! I think you get such a
kick out of girls in closet.
Only when they're scared of cockroaches.
Is it yours?
Have you forgotten already that
the two of us met playing tennis?
- Tell me who you are.
- Don't you know?
A young actress, very talented.
Who's destined to be a
rich and famous celebrity.
Although at the moment, I have to be
contented with only a simple musician...
full of dreams but with
nothing in his bank account.
Are you giving me a feel?
And that ain't all you're
gonna get tonight, cockroach.
Julia.
Where are you?
Linda.
Linda, is that you?
Linda, why don't you answer?
Hello.
Hello!
Linda, don't cry.
Listen...
I'm so sorry the way things turned out.
But I didn't betray you.
I used your story for the
film but I invented the rest.
Please, Linda.
I didn't... I didn't say anything.
Look! If you want we can meet.
Linda! Say something!
Julia?
Julia!
Giovanni!
Good morning sir.
Sleep well?
Pretty good, thanks.
Did you happen to see Julia?
Julia? Who's that?
The little blonde girl
that stayed the night?
Yeah, I'd seen her.
A few minutes ago she was
over by the cottage.
Are you sure?
She's up early.
I...
know it's none of my business but...
your friend must suffer from insomnia.
She's up at dawn each morning.
The other morning too I
saw her near the cottage.
I wouldn't worry.
I have trouble sleeping myself.
Oh! I forgot to tell ya.
New purifier for the pool has arrived.
- What are you doing?
- What?
- How come you're up so early?
- I came down here to relax for a while.
I couldn't sleep. All those stories
you told me gave me a bad headache.
You call them stories?
Two young girls disappeared.
And it's quite likely they were
killed here in this house.
Give me a break, Bruno.
Don't begin again.
Just please, don't begin.
Ever since you started this job
with Sandra, you're somebody else.
I don't know you anymore.
- You see murder everywhere.
- No, I never said I saw anything...
- I only suspect.
- Please, huh!
Besides, if you want to know,
I'm not a Sandra booster.
There's something I don't trust.
In my opinion, it's you who is being
awfully strange this morning...
and not only in my opinion this morning.
This fighting and being jealous
and this picking of argument...
Stop being so innocent.
Pay attention to your own sins.
Thanks a lot.
Really sorry to bother you like this.
Oh! It's alright.
What you got in here?
Machine guns?
Careful now.
Put it down here.
Okay... watch your hands.
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
Giovanni.
Yes?
Did you ever see my girl come around
here before I took the villa?
Listen, my job is to look after the estate.
- Not count the visitors.
- Seriously?
That girl from the closet has
vanished and so has Angela.
Only vanished where?
I don't know?
Maybe they're dead.
That's not very funny...
cause it could be true.
Oh, come on. You're kidding.
Or at least I hope you are.
Dead serious, Giovanni.
I can tell you one thing.
I'm going to find out what's going on.
Julia.
You're blocking my sun.
Listen to me. I...
God! You should be a
morgue attendant, Bruno.
You should see your face.
This is not the moment to kid.
- I have to go out for an hour or so.
- Go ahead. I'll stay here by the pool.
That's just what I don't want,
I'll feel better if you came along with me.
You actually going to begin
again with this story.
And is it possible you're
such a vacant nerd?
Just satisfaction is to sit
like a frog in the sun.
Just beat it and do us a favour.
Use your head, Bruno.
Say he does exist, this
mysterious murderer in the villa.
It stands to reason, we had all
have us be murdered by now?
Oh God! Just the other night
you were absolutely sure that
that someone was trying to kill you.
You were scared out of your wits.
The other night there were no
lights on but the sun is out today.
No one is ever afraid in the sunlight.
I'll leave you to the pool.
But take care, okay.
There's no one here.
I find it difficult to figure out how
we ever got started as a couple.
Me too, if you want to know.
Of course I love you.
See you later on tonight.
Ciao.
All yours.
Hello?
- Hello?
- Is this the Travel Theater?
Yes.
Who's speaking.
I want to talk if I may to the
director of the company, Mr Caruso.
This is he, but speak louder please.
I can hardly hear you.
I understand that your recent play,
Sagfield West got blacked out.
Is it correct? This is on charges of
obscenity or any such thing like that?
Blacked out for obscenity?
What are you talking about?
Sagfield West is a show for school kids,
sponsored by the Department of Education.
Alright must have been some other
show they meant, not yours.
Excuse me, do you use the
actress Julia Rubini?
You're friend of Julia, huh!
Alright, where is she?
What do you mean? I...
Is she such a coward, she can't call...
you tell her this.
Her little games have not been forgotten.
And this time we're not going to let it go.
- We'll take her to court, you got that?
- I'm sorry I don't follow you.
She didn't tell you?
She took off on opening
night without a word.
And that's the last we heard of her.
And I had no understudy.
When did she do this?
Last week, and if you talk to her...
tell her I don't ever want to see her
ass around this theater again. Goodbye.
Mr Caruso?
This is the black and
white print for the...
Okay.
- Hi Carlo.
- Hi.
I want to have a look at the
last reel of this film?
The last reel?
I don't know. Sandra's orders
are that no one's to see it.
Hi Carlo. Is the projection ready?
Yeah. You better hurry.
They were looking for you.
Well, she's gotta make an
exception for me, Carlo.
Now hold on a second.
Hey honey. Would you mind
getting off that phone?
I've got an important call to make.
Keep you pants on, Carlo.
I'll cover for you the next time I come.
Oh, don't be silly.
It's delicious with artichokes
you know, sweetheart.
- This one?
- Yeah.
How do I function if I don't see the reel.
Sandra knows I've got to finish.
Now, I didn't say nothing, huh?
The reel's on the moviola.
Thanks.
Carlo!
Yeah. What is it?
Look!
Oh my God! What's happened here!
Jesus! What a mess.
- Who was in here?
- I don't know who was in here.
But I know what's gonna happen
when Sandra finds out.
Would you look at that, in trillion pieces.
- This is the last reel of the film.
- Yeah, the last reel. Her famous one.
Can you put it back together?
This reel goes out in the trash bin.
How the hell you gonna remount it?
Okay, we'll give it a try.
But it won't be like it was.
There's a lot of footage missing.
It will take a miracle to get
these pieces back together right.
Well, I've seen this before.
Are you sure this is the final reel?
This is the last reel alright.
You could be sure of that a 100 percent.
That little boy's...
Turn if back a bit, huh.
The secret must lie in this reel.
- But what was the secret?
- What secret?
All I see is a small boy
playing with a tennis ball.
Small boy?
But that's a...!
Go backwards again.
Who is she?
We didn't see a woman before.
Do you know anything about it?
No, this must be the beginning
of the final scene.
And that's the one that was missing from
the film, the one we couldn't find.
And here we have a new character.
I would guess from this shot that the
killer in the film is this woman.
In the film?
I'm beginning to understand.
Linda?
Linda!
No...
I thought of you too!
Don't be afraid!
I don't want to hurt you,
I want your blood!
Julia!
Julia!
Bruno!
Julia!
Julia!
Julia...
Julia.
Tony!
Run!
I'm not... not a female child!
...not a female... child!
...not a... female child!
Poor Sandra, without knowing
it she understood everything.
Yeah. She was right about Linda but she
didn't know it was Tony's alter ego.
His ego as a child is too fragile...
which causes his masculinity to regress.
But he couldn't kill the alter ego...
so he projected his anger on to other girls
wishing to kill the girl in himself.
Tell me why the murders,
I don't understand?
The answer is simple, Carlo.
He knifed those girls to show...
that he wasn't scared.