gatto nel cervello, Un (Nightmare Concert) a.k.a A Cat in the Brain Page #3

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Mr. Fulci?

Katya, who are you speaking to?

Sorry. it's my husband.

None of your business.

You be careful.

You can't do this to me.

You can't.

Oh, yes I can.

Nothing here belongs to you,

including me.

Get out!

Damn you! You've made

a mess of my life.

Damn you to hell!

But, now, I've had enough.

Enough!

The discovery of the three bodies

was made just a few hours ago.

The girl and her two male friends...

join the long list of victims...

who have been slain in mysterious

circumstances by a brutal attacker...

who uses knives and hatchets

to hack his victims to death...

in an appallingly bloodthirsty

and barbarous manner.

So far there have been few clues

to the identity of the killer...

who is believed to be of middle age

and probably an apparently normal person.

A typical citizen above suspicion...

although his behaviour pattern displays

evidence of a dreadful mental condition.

Hello. May I...

I'd like to talk

to Inspector Gabrielli if I may.

He's on vacation.

I see. Yes.

Can Professor Schwarz come to the phone?

Professor, I...

it's Mr. Fulci.

I must have your advice urgently.

I can be therein Eve minutes.

Yes.

No!

The film we're watching is what

I'm in the throes of shooting at the moment.

And the violence we're filming

is making me...

mentally, deeply disturbed.

I see.

If only I could, perhaps,

End a reason...

in any of these stories,

these scripts...

the films I've done...

that could explain

why I have such terrible nightmares.

Why don't you make me

a detailed list...

of all these things-

let's call them hallucinations-

everything that you've seen

or think you've seen...

as if you were going to dramatize

all these horrible scenes...

and we can go over

the material together.

Yes. That's good.

Now you'll have to excuse me, Mr. Fulci.

I am expecting another patient.

Oh, I'm sorry.

When they find detailed descriptions

of all the recent murders...

on that list...

the police will have

no doubts at all.

Your films, your scripts...

will condemn you as the murderer.

Well, after all...

doesn't that stupid old theory say...

that seeing violence on the screen

provokes violence?

Gabrielli!

Where are you?

Gabrielli! Gabrielli!

It's me, Lucio.

I have to talk to you.

Damn. Open the door.

It's me. Lucio.

Gabrielli?

Anybody here?

Oh, you're in here.

Excuse me, but I thought

it was Gabrielli.

No.

No.

Stop it.

Oh, my God.

Stop it! That's enough!

No.

It's not true! Gabrielli!

Where are you?

Can you hear me?

Gabrielli! Where are you?

Frankie.

Where's your father?

Frankie?

Why don't you answer me?

Frankie.

Gabrielli, help me!

Frances.

Frances, what's wrong?

Answer me!

Frances.

No!

No.

No.

Gabrielli, help me!

Where are you?

Gabrielli, where are you?

Help me. Where are you?

Lucio, what are you doing around here?

What's gotten into you?

Your family's been murdered.

I saw someone do it.

Listen, I left them all

in Sardinia yesterday...

where they were having

one hell of a good time...

while yours truly had to come back

to work after only one week's vacation.

So if you're trying to...

create a sensation like you do

in your films, well...

this time you've goofed.

But, Carlo, the gardener...

I saw him kissing a corpse.

Tell me I imagined that too.

Carlo left us a month ago.

His wife died, poor soul,

and he-

Will you please explain

what all this is about?

- Do you mind?

- But I don't know.

Was someone with you?

- No.

- There was a car parked outside the gate.

Ours is the only house on this road.

I don't know who else

it could be.

Come on. Let's go sit down.

There you go.

Okay, we'll have a nice long drink...

and, then, if there really are any dead

bodies lying around like you say...

you can give me a hand

and we'll get rid of'em.

Yeah. Sure.

It's okay. You're just overstressed.

it's understandable.

It would happen to anybody

in your line of work.

Well, you see,

I think I'm going crazy...

as if my brain is being

eaten by a cat.

No. In my opinion,

you're just overtired...

and you were stupid

to go to a psychiatrist.

I'm nearby to his house...

sol thought I'd get

some professional advice.

I still don't think it was a good idea

to let yourself be hypnotized.

If you want my advice...

you should just take a good rest.

As soon as you finish the film,

treat yourself to a nice, long vacation...

and if you can manage,

take along a pretty girl.

It might be the best answer.

You better believe it.

But it wasn't me.

It wasn't.

I swear to you.

Gabrielli. Wasn't. Honest.

Come on.

You know, I was very puzzled

by what you told me the other day.

When you think about it...

the Lake Monster could very easily

have been a crackpot like you.

I don't know how to thank you, Gabrielli.

The very fact that I reacted

like a flatfoot was your salvation.

I had you tailed constantly.

That's how we ran

into the shrink...

who was also tailing you.

We caught him running

out of the park.

He was killed trying

to shoot one of the officers.

Yeah, he won't commit

any more murders.

Come on.

Let's go.

- Lilly, get me some bait, will ya?

- Right. Sure.

Hello.

Now here.

Great bait.

Enjoy your fishing, Mr. Fulci.

Cut!

Cut!

- How 'bout that last shot?

- It was all right.

- Got it?

- it's a beaut!

So long and thank you.

- Bye, Lucio!

- Bye.

Take it easy.

Now, don't go too far, huh?

Rest yourself

They're gonna have fun.

Good-bye.

- See ya!

- So long!

- Bye. Bye-bye.

- Have a nice vacation.

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