Death Is Beautiful: Michele Soavi Directs Dellamorte Dellamore Page #3

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-Gnaghi!

-Gna!

Stop killing the dead. They're mine.

lf you don't want the

dead coming back to life...

why don't you just kill the

living, shoot them in the head?

Are you listening to me?

-Hello?

-This is the Town Hall.

-Franco, how are you?

-Bored. Am I disturbing you?

-No, you never disturb me.

-Just called to talk about the scandal.

-Gnaghi, the door!

-All that crap. What did you say?

-What the hell was that?

-Nothing, I'm just working.

-What?

-You know, daily grind.

You're telling me. Sometimes

l feel like shooting myself.

How's everything in your life?

How are dear Mara and Cinzia?

Sometimes I wonder if

they really exist, Franco.

l mean, you do have a wife

and daughter, don't you?

l only ask 'cause...

sometimes I think you've made it all up.

Franco, you do make me laugh.

You'll get out one day.

-Buffalora will be nothing but a bad memory.

-Yeah, or maybe not.

lf only I could get unstuck.

l feel like a fly on fly paper.

You'll see, Franco.

Mara's going to get tired of you.

And Cinzia will grow up to

hate you. Then you'll be free!

Free to see what the rest

of the world looks like.

What do you think the rest

of the world looks like?

-The rest of the

world? -Uh-uh.

Who knows if the rest

of the world even exists!

At times I get ahead of my work.

Work!

Dellamorte!

Dellamorte!

Gnaghi!

Francesco Dellamorte...

Where were you between

11 and 12:
30 last night?

ln bed.

Any witnesses?

l was talking to my friend Franco

on the telephone and I fell asleep.

-What happened?

-Some f***ing maniac killed seven people in town.

More work.

Well, you got to go to jail

unless you have an alibi.

-Why?

-Your car was seen driving around the streets last night.

-lmpossible. No one can drive that wreck apart from me.

-Actually...

l don't think it was you. l

think it was your assistant.

-Gnaghi can't even roller-skate.

-Neither can l, so what?

l want to question him immediately.

God, the weather's gone bad.

Please...

-Let me talk to him first.

-Tell him to come right out, will you?

Don't you ever clean that

place? Jesus Christ, it stinks!

When all is sad, when you're

alone, it feels so bad.

You wait again for love to start,

to feel the beating of the heart.

Gnaghi!

l had a terrible dream: I was in

town and killed seven real people.

Hey, remember me?

Dellamorte! You've

got important visitors!

There comes a time when all is sad,

when you're alone, it feels so bad.

You see, Engineer, after this

massacre the voters are furious.

They've been voting for

you for fifteen years.

lf we don't find this maniac,

chief, there won't be a sixteenth!

What's your daughter got to do with it?

The whole town is in mourning.

l'll show them I'm grieving too.

l'll have some pictures

taken of the body

and put a blow-up on

my election posters.

And underneath something like: "lf

you've had a death in the family,

vote for someone who suffers like you".

-What do you think?

-Well, you know, it's a thought!

Or:
"Vote for a man who has

lost all other happiness".

Ready to shoot?

So what do I do? Take

one from the neck down?

Engineer! What's the meaning of this?

-Daddy! Daddykin! -Did you get

that? -l don't know. lt depends.

Daddypie!

Valentina! Pumpkin!

-The plot thickens!

-Pumpkin, where are you?

Where are you?

Your Daddy's here!

-Where are you?

-Stop blabbering and come on in!

Coming.

Here I am, little one!

-Jesus, it stinks in here.

-lt's my fault, Daddy.

Oh, my God! Valentina!

-What are you doing on TV?

-l'm rotting fast, Daddy.

You, stuttering monster! You're

the one who hurt my little girl!

-No, he loves me!

-Step aside. I command you, as your Mayor!

With your consent, I'd

like to marry Gnaghi.

-This horrible thing?

-l'm not such a great catch either, Daddy.

-Not as long as I've got a breath in my body.

-All right.

We'll fix that right away.

-Help me, Engineer!

-l'm not an engineer.

l'm sorry Gnaghi.

She was really beginning

to... go off a bit, wasn't she?

He's dead?

-He's dead. Who took a bite out of his neck?

-Not me or Gnaghi.

Take a mould of our teeth.

You'll see they won't match.

-Who did it?

-Relax, it won't be your first unsolved case, will it?

Hold it!

Come on, Gnaghi.

The world's full of girls like

that. And they've got bodies, too!

By the way... Do you know what

my mother's maiden name was?

You'd never believe it if I told you.

She was called Dellamore.

That means "Love".

You're not the only person in

the world who's lost a lover.

Get down!

-What do you think? Get down from there.

-Forget it, Engineer.

-Go home.

-You should set a good example. Get back to your coffin!

You can't stop me.

You owe your job to me.

-Remember?

-Get down or I'll shoot.

You can't. I'm the Mayor!

Ex.

-Mister Dellamorte? -What?

-l'm Civardi, the new Mayor.

-Why the barbed wire? Do they climb in at night?

-No.

-They climb out, sometimes.

-Would you mind coming down?

You reported an epidemic

which affects the dead.

You claim they come to life

within seven days of burial.

-lt says so, right here.

-An M3 report.

-Didn't you fill it

out? -No. -Oh, splendid!

So you'll provide us with a denial.

Just sign here.

Franco must have sent

it. What a nice thought!

Nothing happened. Nothing ever happens.

lf the press got hold of the story,

Buffalora'd be a laughing stock...

and you'd lose your job.

My personal secretary.

-Mr. Dellamorte. -A real

pleasure, Mr. Dellamorte. -Thanks.

You and I are going to get

along just fine. Goodbye.

Your name. I didn't get your name!

Will I see her again?

Hi!

God!

l'm sorry.

l didn't mean to frighten you.

l was expecting someone else.

Miss! Miss!

Ever since I got to town, strange

things have been happening to me.

lt's as if I've been here before.

And that grave, and you, Mr. Dellamorte!

lt's as if I've known you forever.

lt's as if I've loved you forever!

You love me, too?

Why? Who else is there?

l love you as well.

l love you, I love you!

l've heard what they say about

you in town. ls it true that you...

l mean, you can't...

-No, that's town gossip.

-Because I can only love an impotent man.

Yeah, it's true.

l like men...

But their manhood terrifies me...

l can't stand the thought

of them having a...

l mean, you understand...

-lt's a sort of phobia I have.

-l don't have one.

l don't have anything at all.

Will you marry me?

l'm getting married.

l'm really getting married. Don't

pretend you didn't hear everything.

Yeah? Why not? Go ahead, explain...

-God gracious! What are you saying?

-You heard me.

My dear boy, you must be very run

down, I'll give you some pills.

Dr. Vercesi, I'm serious.

Look, I'm not going to be

intimidated in my own surgery.

The waiting room is full of people

with honest diseases. -l'll pay.

Yes, I know, but...

How can l? I mean,

everybody knows that...

you haven't got one.

l see. You have got one.

When would you like me

to relieve you of your...

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