THE GIRL WHO KNEW TOO MUCH
This is the story of a vacation.
A vacation in Rome, the dream destination
of any American between the age of 16 and 70.
Nora Davis was 20 years old.
Young, full of life, romantic,
she satisfied her desire to escape reality
by reading murder mysteries.
But this would be the last one.
She had sworn as much to her mother.
Mrs Ethel, the old family friend with whom she would be staying,
was going to make sure she kept her promise.
Excuse me.
May I offer you a cigarette?
Thank you. I have my own.
- Where did I put them? - Please, have one of mine.
All right. You're very kind.
You can take them all. I have another pack.
I insist.
Thank you.
- Miss? - Please fasten your seatbelts.
No thank you.
We are about to land at Fiumicino Airport.
Attention, please.
Flight 208 from New York has just landed.
If you'd like some advice,
a woman should not go out alone in Rome.
- You're coming with us, Pacini. - How dare you!
- My name is De Vico. - So now you're De Vico?
Please. All I have in there are toiletries.
Toiletries? You must use cocaine instead of talcum powder.
There's enough to intoxicate Rome's high society.
These aren't Kents. These cigarettes are laced with marijuana.
- Come on, let's take him away. - I assure you, this is a mistake.
- Come on. - Come with us.
Please have your carry-on luggage ready for the customs inspection.
Miss?
You dropped these.
Thank you.
Hello, I'm looking for Mrs Ethel Widnall Bartocci.
- Miss Davis? - Yes.
Please, come in.
Forgive me. Did I hurt you?
No, it's nothing.
I'm very happy you've come.
What awful weather.
Allow me to introduce myself: Marcello Bassi.
I'm the doctor.
- The doctor? - Yes.
Mrs Widnall is not very well.
Try not to look frightened.
We don't want her to get worried.
You have a surprise visitor.
Nora, finally you're here. I was starting to get worried.
Come here, dear. I was so anxious to see you.
- Ethel. - You're a young lady now.
How was your trip? No, don't kiss me, I have a bit of a cold.
In a few days I'll be able to get up.
And we'll go out together. You'll see, Rome is wonderful.
This young man is the culprit who wants to keep me in bed.
That's because he would like to be your chaperone.
He knew you were coming, and he was just as anxious as I.
You have the blessing of youth. Unfortunately...
I try to be strong, but you know how it is at my age.
Now that you're here, I'll get better. You'll see.
I don't want to frighten you, but I'm very worried.
Try to keep her calm. Her heart rate is very high.
I have to go now.
By the way...
there's a cardio tonic by her bed, if necessary.
If she shows symptoms of apnoea - has trouble breathing, I mean,
or if she's in pain, call me right away.
I'll be at the hospital. Here's my number.
It's not far from here.
Go down the steps from Trinita dei Monti and turn right.
But that won't be necessary, will it?
Let's hope not.
Everything will be fine.
But feel free to call me, even if you're just worried.
Good night.
Nora!
- My drops! - Oh, my God!
Ethel!
Hello? Hello?
Hello?
St James Hospital.
Hospital.
Hello!
I can't hear you. Hello!
Help!
Let me go. Let me go!
Miss!
Speak. What happened to you?
Looks like she's drunk.
And she's naked under her raincoat.
Don't kill me! I didn't see anything.
I won't say a word.
Let me go!
Help me! Save me!
Calm down and tell me what happened.
Don't you see it over there?
Blood. Blood everywhere!
What blood? That's just water.
Help me, I beg you!
Am I in heaven?
- No, you just woke up. - Don't move. You need to rest.
You're in the hospital, miss, and everything is fine.
In the hospital? So I was wounded too.
Call the police. A woman was murdered!
You don't even have a scratch.
We know about the murder. You talked while you were delirious.
Try to stay calm.
Good morning, miss. Are you feeling better?
This is Dr Facchetti.
Doctor, have you examined me? When can I go home?
I'm not a doctor. I investigate murders.
I am a police detective.
I can tell you everything you need to know.
There was a man with a big knife, and he stabbed her...
Have you considered that you may have dreamt the murder?
Or perhaps imagined it?
Why won't you believe me? I'm telling the truth.
All right. Let's change the subject.
Do you read murder mysteries?
Murder mysteries? Are you implying...
Just answer the question.
Yes, but...
For your own good, miss, take my advice and don't read any more.
It's very dangerous reading.
Goodnight, miss.
And enjoy your stay in Rome.
Here is a fascinating case of neurosis.
Mythomania caused by a form of alcoholism.
The patient has lost all sense of place and time.
What? What are you saying?
Alcoholic? I swear I've never drunk in my life, Doctor.
And she's not aware of it.
So young, yet already the victim of delusions
usually found in acute cases of alcoholism.
- I'm sorry I'm late, Professor. - Dr Bassi!
Please explain that I am neither crazy nor alcoholic.
Get me out of here, or I'll make a scene!
Just look around you.
Does this look like the kind of place where women get stabbed?
Come, this is the real Rome.
Where the sun shines bright and the air is clear.
A dream, perhaps. A nightmare, never.
The police found nothing.
What happened to you is easily explained.
You were tired from the trip, shocked by poor Mrs Ethel's death.
Add to that the fright of being attacked and mugged.
It's to be expected that you should have a breakdown.
But now you must forget all about it.
Listen, Doctor, I'm not saying you're wrong.
Maybe I did have a breakdown.
But I certainly wasn't drunk. I never drink, believe me.
I won't deny that I was overwrought.
Mrs Widnall's death, the mugging,
the blow on the head when I fell...
- All that was real, wasn't it? - Yes.
So tell me why I should have started seeing my imaginary murders...
A consequence of the blow on the head.
- You mean I've gone crazy? - I wouldn't dare say that.
Listen, I never dream, and I'm famous for being hard-headed.
I can reconstruct the entire scene, exactly as it took place.
Chin up. Hold still.
Yes. It was right here.
- That's where he hit me. - The killer?
No, the man who took my purse.
When I came to, I heard someone screaming.
And I saw that woman with the knife, on the ground.
- Wasn't that a man? - No, the victim!
She was groaning, screaming...
and staring at me wild-eyed.
What about the knife?
It was here, not here.
She was bleeding. There was blood all over.
Here on the ground, there was a huge puddle of it.
Then... then a man appeared.
He was tall, very tall...
- The killer. - Yes.
He drew closer.
Then he took the knife and...
Run along.
Stop it. Behave yourself.
Wait a minute. Wait for me!
These are the kind of crimes you'll see in Rome.
Can I help you?
No, I thought...
But now I see...
Pardon me.
I'm sorry, but after that awful night in the Piazza di Spagna,
I just can't control myself.
Of course, miss. I understand.
I can imagine what you've been through.
You see, it's been a long chain of frightful events.
Real or imaginary, it matters little.
The man who mugged me.
The woman with the knife in her back.
You must try to forget.
Yes, everyone says I imagined the whole thing.
And perhaps in a few days I'll be able to...
go by Trinita dei Monti and think nothing of it.
And I will have forgotten all about the murdered woman.
Poor Ethel!
Who would have thought...
Dear God!
Pardon me, miss. May I have a word with you?
I heard you speaking of poor Ethel.
She was such a dear woman.
A true friend to me, you know?
I'm sure she would have introduced us
if she hadn't passed away so suddenly.
My name is Laura Craven Torrani.
Please, don't think me too forward, but are you alone here in Rome?
If I can help you in any way,
please look me up.
Thank you.
But... haven't we already met...
My dear madam, I'm glad you two have met.
Miss Davis needs friends who are closer to her in age.
I'll rest easier knowing she can count on you.
Where are my keys? I can never find them.
You see, it happened right here.
How could that be? We were at home, and we didn't hear a thing.
My nephew was ill, and we were housebound for an entire week.
After you.
What you told me is terrible. You must try to forget all about it.
Well, this is my house.
My husband is Italian, but he works in Switzerland and is almost never here.
I must confess I get very lonely.
Of course, I go and visit him in Bern but life is so boring there.
As you can see, our house isn't very big.
It used to be a sculptor's studio.
We love it, but, unfortunately,
we get to enjoy it very little.
It's very beautiful.
You're lucky to have such a lovely house.
It must be a dream to live in.
Wait a minute.
I'm going to Bern tomorrow, and the house will be empty.
Why don't you come and stay here?
I couldn't possibly. No...
But of course! Why not?
See, the maid is so careless.
And when there's no one here, it's even worse. It makes me furious.
You would be doing me a favour.
But my mother...
Now, now, we'll call her right away.
Listen, Mother, I want to prove that I didn't make it all up.
Yes, all right.
You'll see. I'll find out the whole truth.
All right, Mum. I'll be careful.
Okay.
Say hello to the States for me.
Yes, of course I'll write.
Give Dad a kiss for me.
- Did Mum say it's all right? - Yes.
And now we'll have a nice cup of tea.
Then we'll get you settled before my nephews get back.
Don't worry. They're going to Switzerland with me.
- Have a seat. - Thank you.
By the way,
when my husband's not here, I always sleep in this bed.
I think it's delightful. Don't you?
It's like being in a painting.
The doorkeeper comes in to clean.
- So you needn't worry about a thing. - Very well.
Oh, and one other thing. Come with me.
This is my husband's study.
He has the only key. That's one less responsibility for you, right?
That's all.
Hello? Is anyone home? Madam?
Who is it? What do you want?
I'm sorry. I rang, but no one answered, so I let myself in.
I'm the doorkeeper. I'm sorry I frightened you.
Please, think nothing of it.
It's my fault for not hearing the bell.
I came to tell you that a man brought this form for you.
He said you have to write your first and last name on it.
He said he was a police officer.
But since I don't trust the likes of them, I came right up.
There's no hurry. It can wait until tomorrow.
It'll take just a minute.
Then we can make arrangements for the cleaning schedule.
You can count on me, miss.
I'm so glad you're staying here.
The house is always locked up.
We haven't seen Mr Torrani in years.
And Mrs Laura can't bear to be here, since the tragedy.
- What tragedy? - It was terrible.
Even now, if I think about it I get goose bumps all over.
- What happened? Tell me. - You mean you don't know?
It was in all the papers.
Of course, you weren't in Italy then.
It's been at least ten years
but I still remember that night as if it were yesterday.
Mrs Laura's sister was stabbed to death, poor thing.
And to think it happened right in front of this house.
So there really had been a murder in front of that house
but ten years earlier.
It was absurd.
Nora had seen something, she was sure of it. But what?
Could a new crime have been committed under the exact same circumstances?
Perhaps the doorkeeper was wrong, or maybe she had lied.
Or perhaps...
"THIRD MURDER IN THE PIAZZA DI SPAGNA"
"Third Murder in the Piazza Di Spagna.
"The wealthy American heiress Emily Craven
"was found murdered, stabbed in the back like the others.
"The killers victims have all been young women
"and he seems to be following an alphabetical order.
"Our reporter, Andrea Landini, was at the scene of the crime.
"The first victim's last name began with "A" - Gina Abbart.
"The second with "B" - Maria Beccati.
"Now we're up to the letter "C"- Emily Craven.
"No one ever took seriously the anonymous phone calls,
"which preceded each of the crimes."
Hello.
Who is this?
Nora Davis.
"Davis" with a "D"?
"D" as in "death"?
I understand that, in light of your discoveries, you're worried.
But believe me, there's no reason to be alarmed.
I've studied cases of telepathic visions.
Modern medicine takes an interest in such phenomena
and there are charts and statistics that describe them.
What does modern medicine have to say about ectoplasms?
No, it's nothing to laugh about.
It's a pertinent question in her case.
A very significant case, I might add,
on which I'm writing a paper for the new issue of "Science And Life".
Already at the hospital I was very much intrigued.
And I didn't even know that the crime had really taken place,
as you have just told me.
This young lady lived through an event which took place ten years ago:
the Craven murder.
It's an unusual, but not impossible, occurrence,
although I'd place it more in the realm of meta-psychics
than in that of rational medicine.
In our case it would be incorrect
to speak in terms of ectoplasms or hallucinations.
It has nothing to do with hallucinations.
I think we should consider this phenomenon
in terms of psychic travel.
Even psychics need to eat. It's getting cold.
So you mean to say, Professor...
that Nora truly witnessed a crime
that was committed ten years ago?
No, no. Don't misunderstand me.
I wouldn't go quite that far.
What I do believe is that...
Nora had told no one about the phone call.
It was useless for them to try and comfort her.
Only the truth, at this point, could restore her sleep.
And she had to look for that truth alone,
even at the risk of her life.
Alone...
this was a perfect chance for the killer.
She felt that everything conspired against her.
Everyone had abandoned her.
An idea...
a single idea with which to protect herself.
She appealed to her old friends, her murder mysteries.
She appealed to Wallace, to Mickey Spillane, to Agatha Christie.
Talcum powder!
That's right! Talcum powder.
White talcum powder is insidiously slippery...
especially if your legs are trapped
in a tenacious tangle of string.
Yes, perhaps a bit naive...
but, for this very reason, unpredictable.
Killers never read mysteries, fortunately.
And Ariadne's Terrible String,
the novel that was her inspiration, had just been published in Philadelphia.
It couldn't have been translated into ltalian yet.
Who's that screaming?
Who are you? Is this a trap?
What are you talking about?
Let me by. Let me by!
Nora felt responsible for that broken finger.
Not even the beauty of Rome, which the doctor never tired of showing her,
could dispel Nora's doubts.
Even if outwardly she played the part of the perfect American tourist,
her subconscious was working.
What a day!
I swear that I'm so confused now, I couldn't tell the difference
between the Coliseum and the Via Veneto.
Since you're busy tomorrow, I'll visit the museums.
- I'll see the Capitolino... - It's full of beautiful things.
- And then maybe... - Very interesting, but...
should you be going out alone?
Don't worry. What could possibly happen to me?
Believe me, Marcello,
I'm through with criminology and murders.
Now all I want is to be a tourist and see the sights.
So you can relax. If you should pay me a visit,
you won't risk tripping over one of my string traps.
- But I... - I promise. Never again.
You seem so helpless, and you're so alone
that I feel obliged to...
As you can see, I'm not as alone as you think.
Excuse me, but I must go in and answer the phone.
Good night.
"Good night."
- What do I owe you? - Five hundred lire.
- Here. - Thank you.
Come in.
Don't be afraid. Please, come in.
You must reach the end of the corridor.
Forgive me if I don't come to meet you...
but I'm afraid I can't walk.
Keep walking.
I hope no one followed you, as I warned you.
One must be cautious...
very cautious.
Especially if one has seen too much...
and one's name begins with a "D".
Let me go! Let me go!
- Marcello! - Have you lost your mind?
Marcello, we must leave! There's somebody in there.
But what on earth are you doing here?
I got a phone call, and they said:
"What you saw was not an illusion. Meet me and I'll tell you the truth."
Here we go again!
Careful!
So, there was a man here, huh?
Where is he?
He was here. He spoke to me. You don't believe me, do you?
I didn't say that.
What's that?
Look.
This may prove you right.
Keep walking.
I hope no one followed you, as I warned you.
One must be cautious...
very cautious.
Especially if one has seen too much...
and one's name begins with a "D".
Finally we have some proof.
So now you believe me.
But if I'd run away, everyone would have said I'd made it all up.
The sign on the door tells us who the owner of the apartment is.
It's a man who's staying at the Hotel La Stelletta
and whose name is Landini.
What? Landini?
It sounds familiar. I've read it somewhere.
Maybe in the paper.
That's right, the clippings about the murders. I'm sure of it.
Come on, I'll show you.
They're gone.
Someone must have come in. Let's call the police.
Wait, Nora. Calm down. Think for a minute.
- Is there a cleaning lady? - Yes, the doorkeeper.
- And does she have the key? - Yes.
She could have thrown them out. We can't call the police for that.
Maybe you're right.
- What time is it? - 5:20.
Let's wait until daylight.
Then we'll go talk to this Landini at his hotel.
Let's go solve the mystery.
Mr Landini, please.
It's 2,000 lire in advance for the room
and please leave it the way you found it...
How dare you!
How dare you.
Pardon me, there's been a misunderstanding.
We're just here to speak with Mr Landini.
It did seem a little strange at 7:00 in the morning.
It is an unusual hour for a rendezvous.
Speak up. Is this Mr Landini here or not?
Dr Landini is almost never here.
And when he does come in, it's always at night.
But you might find him at the printer's on Via Jenner.
We're looking for Mr Landini.
Could you tell...
Could you tell us where to find him?
He doesn't come here anymore. But if you have some galleys...
We haven't got any galleys.
- We need to see him. - We want to speak to him.
What a loudmouth.
Try the Trattoria del Gallo. It's right around the corner.
You might find him there, if they still give him credit.
He left a few minutes ago. I'm sorry.
If I heard him correctly, he was planning on going to Ostia.
There's a waiter there, Accursio, who owes him some money.
I confess I feel a little guilty.
We never found Landini.
And you wasted a whole day for nothing.
That's all right. Forget it.
You must be tired.
I'll sleep tonight.
I'm doing the night watch with a man who has insomnia.
What is it?
- Why are you looking at me like that? - Haven't you figured it out?
Help! Marcello, no!
It's time to get it over with.
Please, don't!
Let me catch my breath.
Let's go inside. Let me stay a while longer.
It's late and you should be at the hospital.
- We'll see each other tomorrow. - Nora, don't send me away.
Don't look so disappointed.
When the time comes, you'll know it by the sound of my voice.
By the way I say your name.
Go now.
Please.
There's a man in the house!
Stay right where you are.
Nora, call the police.
I'm Andrea Landini.
I know you were looking for me.
I know that my entrance is rather melodramatic
but it wasn't my intention.
I rang several times, but nobody answered.
Then I saw there was a light on inside.
But I didn't leave it on when I left.
Nonetheless, it was on.
I put my hand on the doorknob, and the door opened.
I thought there was something wrong, so I came in.
You came in soon after.
I don't have the keys to this house.
The doors and windows haven't been broken into.
He's right. It's perfectly clear.
Someone has been coming in here. I'm sure of it.
Who else could have stolen the clippings?
And this someone is involved in the "alphabet murders".
The "alphabet murders" - that's why I'm here.
We need to have a long talk.
What do you mean? Tell us what you know.
It's quite simple. Ten years ago...
I was a rather influential newspaper reporter here in Rome.
My professional duty obliged me to report on the first murder.
It was a woman, a foreigner.
The article was just a few lines in the local news.
The murder had been preceded by an anonymous phone call.
The second murder took place two weeks later
and was identical to the first.
The killer would certainly strike again.
He had to be found.
The killer was able to make himself invisible.
He didn't leave even a trace.
I embarked on a kind of race with the police to discover the truth.
I understand perfectly.
Sorry.
I was convinced that the killer was a pervert
and I argued this theory in many articles,
always accusing the police of incompetence.
Until, one night, Emily Craven was murdered.
They found her right outside, with a knife in her back.
She lived in this house with her sister, Laura,
the woman who invited you to stay here.
During my investigation of that murder,
I met Professor Torrani Laura's husband,
a renowned psychiatrist.
We became good friends.
He agreed with my theory that the killer was a madman.
He encouraged me to keep on.
And the police arrested the killer.
Torrani himself had pointed out a homeless man to me.
A very suspicious-looking psychopath.
They called him Straccianeve.
I myself tracked him down and led the police to him.
There was no hard proof against him
but lots of circumstantial evidence.
He even confessed, under pressure.
But when he got to court, he denied everything.
They found him guilty and locked him up in an asylum for the criminally insane.
He was mentally ill, you see.
It was a triumph for me and Professor Torrani.
I didn't do it! I'm innocent!
I didn't do it! I didn't do it!
Those cries kept ringing in my ears.
The trial had a strange effect on me.
I was less and less sure that Straccianeve was guilty.
I kept rereading the sentence.
I even studied my own articles.
Finally, I became convinced that Straccianeve was innocent.
I tried to talk to Torrani but he wouldn't listen.
I started writing about it again.
I tried to arouse the press.
But the story was getting old, and everyone had lost interest.
I became too insistent.
Finally, one day I lost my job.
After such a long struggle, I found myself alone.
But I couldn't forget.
I kept coming back here, deluding myself that I might find some clue,
some trace.
Until one morning I found you unconscious, right outside.
I was trying to revive you when I heard a policeman approaching.
I didn't want him to find me there,
with you lying on the ground, unconscious.
So I hid, not far away.
When you no longer have a job, and you've let yourself go a little,
it's easy to get into trouble.
I heard you said that you'd witnessed the murder of a woman
right in front of this house.
At first glance, it might have seemed unrelated to
the "alphabet murders".
But I knew right away there was a connection.
I've followed you ever since. I had to know, to speak to you.
If you really did witness a murder,
you're perhaps the only person who can help me.
- To find the killer? - Of course. That's what I want.
Let's put an end to this farce.
Don't you realise that all the evidence points to you?
You want Nora to help you.
You're forgetting that her life was threatened
and it happened in an apartment that belongs to you.
If you didn't threaten her, you know who did.
And you gave them the keys.
Do you want her to risk her life just to resolve your doubts?
Marcello, we might as well go ahead and tell him what we know.
There's something I want you to hear.
It's gone! The tape recorder is gone!
Last night I wasn't able to convince you.
But you must help me.
You may think it strange for me to be so insistent.
But you can't imagine what it's like to spend ten years
tortured by doubt
by the guilt of having caused an innocent man to be sentenced to life.
This is Straccianeve.
Tell me, do you recognise him?
Did you see him?
Try to remember.
- I can't, I can't! - Stop it, do you hear me?
You solve your own problems and leave her alone.
Maybe if you saw him in person...
if you met him...
maybe it would be different.
It's not easy to get out of here.
You know when you come in, but you can't know when you'll get out.
Most people leave feet-forward.
Sure, I remember him.
He was very quiet. He seemed perfectly normal.
Let's see, he should be here. 58, 59...
Here he is. Deceased May 23rd, 1959.
Cause of death: coronary thrombosis.
Well, if Straccianeve is dead, there's nothing more we can do.
He got off too easily, if you ask me.
With those three women on his conscience,
it's a wonder he could sleep at night, don't you think?
Well, thank you for your time.
Don't mention it.
Nora, I'm sorry. I have to run.
I'm expected at the hospital in ten minutes.
Just a minute.
Do you know if he had any relatives?
He had a daughter, Maria. She came for the funeral.
Do you know her address?
It's got to be here somewhere.
Here it is. She works at the cleaner's in the Foro Italico.
Yes, she did work here, but she was such a louse.
She was always putting on airs.
But she never had a penny. She was always asking for money.
- Then all of a sudden she got rich. - When?
- Do you remember when? - A couple of years ago.
All of a sudden, she bought a fur coat and leased a Fiat 500.
She rubbed our noses in her wealth, and said she was through with washing.
Did she ever confide in you?
She never said much more than hello and goodbye.
How do you think she got so rich?
My dear girl...
when I was 20 years old, I could have got rich that way too.
Every night, working overtime.
If you catch my drift.
We're sorry if we inconvenienced you.
Where can I find a telephone?
- There's one at the entrance. - Thank you.
I don't think we'll find out much more here.
So what should we do?
I have an idea, but I'd better go alone.
You'll want to go home, I imagine.
The bus stop is down there.
Goodbye.
Yes, he did come, but he didn't tell me anything.
- Why did he come back? - Leave me alone.
Besides, it's none of my business.
I didn't see anyone, and I don't know anything.
And now I have work to do.
No, no news.
How about you? What did you find out from that woman?
When?
When you went back and spoke to her alone.
So you saw me, then?
Yes, from a distance, of course.
And when I went back you were gone.
And that woman had become so strange and hostile.
Hello. Hello?
Landini? Hello? Do you hear me?
Yes, I hear you.
In fact, I'm calling you to tell you that it's all clear to me now.
That woman really opened my eyes.
Come to my hotel in an hour: I'll tell you everything.
All right, I'll be there.
Mr Landini, please.
Of course. He told me to expect you.
He's been at his typewriter for over an hour.
It's on the second floor. Room 26.
May I come in?
"To save myself, I would have to kill again.
"Too many crimes.
"I don't have the strength to commit any more..."
"FIRST MURDER"
"SECOND MURDER" "THIRD MURDER"
"D? FOURTH MURDER?"
When my husband gave me the news, I nearly fainted.
Poor dear!
How frightening.
It must have been awful for you.
But now you must forget.
I came right back to Rome when you called to say you were leaving.
Marcello will visit you in America. You'll see.
I still can't believe it.
Why did he kill himself? Why?
You read his confession, didn't you?
He must have realised that sooner or later
you would have found him out.
Besides, I think he wasn't completely sane.
But let's change the subject.
Nora must forget all this.
I brought you the newspapers you wanted.
Thank you.
Listen, from now on you must think only of me,
of our future...
and of loving me very much.
Don't kid yourself - you'll never be rid of me again.
Your husband is coming back tonight, isn't he?
Yes, at 10:30. I'm picking him up at the station.
And before Nora leaves, we'll all have lunch together.
All right.
I'll walk you to the door, Doctor.
I'll call you later.
"MURDER VICTIM FOUND STABBED IN THE BACK"
it was her. Nora recognised her.
It was the girl she had seen murdered in the Piazza di Spagna.
She's been identified. She's Straccianeve's daughter.
Do you recognise her?
Is this the woman you saw murdered at Trinita dei Monti?
Yes.
Are you absolutely sure?
Do you still think I'm delusional?
Or that I'm crazy?
Come with me please, miss. I need your help a while longer.
If only this button could speak.
Look at it closely.
The dead woman was clutching it in her hand.
As if she had ripped it off someone's jacket.
- Well? Have you ever seen it? - I...
No.
I don't think so.
Too bad.
If you should remember anything,
please contact us right away.
And please, don't start investigating on your own again.
That's ourjob, miss.
De Maria.
Goodbye.
- Thank you for coming. - You're welcome.
Goodbye.
I knew it. She took the button.
She felt her hands burning.
Her fingers clutched the button.
She was sure she had seen it before.
She just had to take it.
She was willing to pay any price to find out the truth.
Just a minute.
Of course!
What an idiot not to have thought of it before!
The woollen sweater, on her first day in this house.
She felt as if a sinister light were beginning to dawn inside her.
She had to hurry. She had only a few minutes left.
But where? Where should she look?
There - that door.
The threatening door with its invisible hinges.
The door that was forever locked.
She must open it.
She felt that the solution to the mystery lay behind it.
The solution to all her anguish and fears.
She had to open it.
She had to find the courage to walk through the threshold.
Hello.
Hello? Is this the hospital?
Yes, it is.
Please connect me with Dr Bassi. It's urgent.
I'm sorry, he's in the operating room. May I take a message?
No, thank you. I'll call back later.
Run!
Open the door! Open the door!
Help! Help me!
Laura!
Yes.
There's a button missing, isn't there?
I can't believe it.
So you're afraid of me too?
But why?
Don't you see I had to do it?
You.
It was you.
No. It's not true.
It's not true!
But it is...
and no one found out until now.
The papers wrote all sorts of nonsense.
All sorts of things: good, bad, interesting.
I kept the clippings, you know.
And the pictures of the girls.
Would you like to see them?
Come on. Come with me.
You won't go away, will you?
I've kept everything, you know?
Look. Look!
See? I clipped every bit of news I found on my victims.
Look here.
This was the first one.
She was pretty.
Poor thing.
She hadn't done me any harm...
but I had no other choice.
Her name began with an "A".
You understand, don't you?
Look, look!
It was a brilliant idea...
to use the letters of the alphabet.
"A, B, C."
You're horrified, too.
You're looking at me just like my sister used to.
That look.
I made her suffer a long time before I killed her.
That's her. Look at her picture.
You can tell she was a monster. Look at those evil eyes!
Look at her! She was always after me, always!
She wanted people to think I was crazy.
She would have inherited my father's money.
All of it. She was so greedy.
I knew exactly what she had in mind.
You understand?
So I was forced to...
Remember that night in Landini's apartment?
This is the voice that frightened you so badly.
But...
unfortunately it was of no use.
You're like all the others.
Like Landini. I had to kill him.
And Straccianeve's daughter. She wouldn't keep quiet.
She tried to blackmail me, so...
What you saw that night wasn't a dream, Nora.
You really did see my husband...
while he dragged her on the steps.
He was so afraid. The coward.
Come, Nora. Come.
Look at him there.
I never want to see him again, damn him.
I had to put up with him for years.
He was always afraid somebody might find out about...
He wanted to have me locked up in a hospital.
Just an excuse...
to get his hands on my money.
Listen to me, please.
You've always been so good to me.
Perhaps I could help you now.
Listen, I know you had to do it.
You're not evil.
I understand you.
I have nothing against you.
Please, believe me.
I never meant to hurt you, Laura.
I only wanted to discover the truth.
I swear...
I won't say a word to anybody!
I know you won't say a word.
I'm certain of it.
When they find you...
you won't be able to talk.
No, don't be afraid, Nora.
You won't feel a thing.
Believe me. One moment and it's all over.
I swear, I won't keep you waiting.
You won't feel a thing...
The view is over this way.
I'm sorry.
It's beautiful up here.
Look, St Peter's. I can see it better than from Trinita dei Monti.
The thought of poor Landini makes me so sad, though.
Who knows? If I had got there a few minutes earlier...
Please, you mustn't think about it anymore.
Just remember we'll be married soon. That's all that matters.
Look, darling.
We're at the Pincio, just in time for the sunset.
The most beautiful gift Rome has to offer.
Wait, I have one.
Excuse me, but did you bring half of America in that thing?
My suitcases are still at the airport,
so I had to put all sorts of things in here.
I only use this bag when I travel.
What's wrong?
Why are you acting so strange?
I had to do it.
Marijuana cigarettes.
I'd forgotten all about them.
I smoked one on the plane.
What if it was all a dream?
Nora, what's wrong? Don't you feel well?
No, I'm fine.
What came over you? Why did you grab the cigarette out of my mouth?
Smoking is very bad for you.
Smoking sometimes is the cause of...
of tragedies you can't even imagine.
I'll never smoke again!
THE END