Death Is Beautiful: Michele Soavi Directs Dellamorte Dellamore

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-Hello? -lt's me. Am I bothering

you, Francesco? -Don't worry.

Had to get out of the shower,

sometime. Hold on a minute, Franco.

You were saying, Franco?

Nothing, just calling

to see how you're doing.

You know how things are.

Life goes on!

Gnaghi!

-Gnaghi! -Gna? -l've been

shouting at you for hours!

He's Chigini, the surveyor.

-Twelfth row, third grave, right?

-Gna.

Grave three.

Here we go. I know

you've heard this before.

But this time, my dear

Chigini, it is forever!

Rest in peace.

Oh, my back!

What a waste of good

marble! We'll never fix it.

All this fancy packaging.

l don't know why they don't

just cover the graves with dirt!

The gun! I forgot the f***ing gun!

-Eat!

-Gnaghi!

Give me the spade! Gnaghi,

give me the f***ing spade!

Eat!

There we go.

You know the rest, Gnaghi.

My name is Francesco Dellamorte.

Weird name, isn't it? Francis of Death.

Saint Francis of Death.

l've often thought of having it changed.

Andrea Dellamorte would

be nicer, for example.

l'm the watchman of

the Buffalora cemetery.

l don't know how the epidemic started.

Some people, on the seventh

night after their death,

come back to life: l

call them "Returners".

But, frankly, I can't understand

why they're so anxious to return.

The only way to get rid of them

is to split their heads open.

A spade will do it, but

a Dum-Dum bullet is best.

-Come and have a glass of wine.

-Gna!

ls it the beginning of an invasion,

does it happen in all cemeteries?

Or is Buffalora just

an exception? Who knows?

And in the end, who cares?

l'm just doing my job!

Good morning, Engineer!

-How are you doing today?

-Fine, Miss Chiaromondo. And you?

-The cemetery is open, isn't it?

-For you, anytime.

Oh, hello, cutie! Here. How are you?

He's happy. He likes

it when the sun shines.

l'm not an engineer!

And you're no cutie!

Poor Gnaghi! On his lD it reads,

"distinctive visible marks: all".

He has a passion for dead leaves.

Can't stand when the

wind blows them away.

Oh, well. We all do what we

can not to think about life.

Requiescat in pace. Amen.

The most beautiful living

woman I have ever seen!

Will I see her again?

l just came to water the flowers

on your poor father's grave.

Husband.

How long has he been dead?

-Two weeks. -Thank goodness.

-What? -l mean, I'm very sorry.

-Have you no respect for pain?

-l know how these things are.

-ln time, pain heals.

-lt's not healing a bit!

He was wonderful! He

was a wonderful lover.

lncredible... tireless...

He was fantastic!

l messed it all up. I've lost

her. Will I see her again?

BUFFALORA ClTY HALL.

Hey, Franco!

Franco is the only living

person who even calls me.

l stop by his office to remind

myself what he looks like.

You can't live on memories alone.

lt's for you. Sign as usual.

You got a pen?

-No.

-Hold on a sec. Here we are.

-Did you have any visits last night?

-A couple, yeah.

All this extra work. lt's

much if they pay me any more!

-Tell the mayor.

-Tell him, then what? They'd close the cemetery.

-Goodbye job and goodbye house.

-Come on, who would believe you?

l don't care if you don't believe

me. You're not the one who pays me.

l believe you.

-You're right. At least have him pay you the overtime.

-Good!

-Let's go to the mayor, then.

-lt's not that easy.

First you have to fill out an M3 form.

Report with an M3 form... Forms.

-l can speed things up for you.

-lt's easier just to shoot them.

One M3 form.

-Going to get our willies wet tonight?

-Some of us, yeah.

At a certain point you realise you

know more dead people than living.

Sorry about the other day, I was

a bit crass. I didn't mean to be.

My name's Francesco Dellamorte.

This is the only job I could get,

even with a degree in biology!

Anyway, we all end up here

sooner or later, don't we?

l got a great little

house. Want to see it?

l don't live alone, I've

got a helper, Gnaghi.

He's a real conversationist.

The cemetery's small but it

has got a marvellous ossuary.

An ossuary!

l have never seen

anything so... exciting!

Neither have l.

-lt's like in my dreams!

-This is my dream.

-l couldn't ask for anything more!

-Me neither.

You know, you've got

a real nice ossuary.

Thanks.

You will allow me to return, won't you?

-You will allow me to kiss you just once, won't you?

-No.

Not like this.

Like this.

No!

l must be faithful to

the memory of my husband!

l can't! I can't.

lt's not my fault. lt's this place.

l feel strange tremors. lt's

not the cold, I'm not afraid.

This place wants me to...

lt's forcing me to...

l don't want to!

l don't want to!

l can't!

l can't!

No! No!

Don't be afraid. lt's just ignis fatuus.

Why here? Why on your

poor husband's grave?

l've never kept anything from him.

We trusted each other implicitly.

He would have liked to know.

Well, if that's the case...

-These lights!

-Let them watch.

What's better than watching

two lovers making love?

Just to have a bit of privacy.

Sorry, the lady wants stars only.

lt's never been like this

before. With anybody but you.

No-one will ever make us part.

Gnaghi, the gun!

l can explain, listen to me! You

have always been so understanding!

That's life.

lt's nothing, my love. You're fine.

-Great! Just when I don't need it any more!

-Gna...

Don't just stand there,

go call Dr. Vercesi!

Go on, get the doctor! Go on, move!

Nothing will separate

us. I swear. Nothing!

Nothing will separate us.

Nothing, my love. Nothing!

-Not even Death.

-Not even Death.

Dellamorte? Are you

in there? Dellamorte!

Jesus, you scared me to death!

-You're looking for me, chief Straniero?

-Dr. Vercesi called.

-What happened last night?

-Why are you asking me? She's dead.

l know she's dead, but

how did that happen?

-Her husband.

-Sure!

He came back from the dead, raped

her then beat her to death, right?

-No, he didn't rape her.

-You always crack me up, you know?

-Dr. Vercesi, are you spying on us?

-Here's the certificate.

Her heart stopped from fear, it

wasn't a bite that killed her.

She died while making...

you know... Doing it.

You know what that means, my boy?

l'll have to look somewhere else

for the creep who killed her.

-You're no longer a suspect.

-Why not?

You know what I mean.

Don't make me say it.

Go on, you can say it. l

don't mind. I'm impotent!

Don't use that word. A young

man like you, at your age!

-Did she have any relatives?

-No. No relatives, no friends.

Well, I have to say that... Sh*t!

This is definitely not my style.

-Can I keep her here?

-lf you pay for the funeral...

You can do whatever you want with her.

-Does that wrap it up?

-But a killer's on the lose.

The weather's changing, at last!

l can't forgive myself

for having lied to you.

l don't have a degree in biology.

l didn't even finish high school.

l haven't read more than

two books in my whole life.

One... never finished.

The other's the phone book.

l don't want her to become a Returner.

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