Inferno
- R
- Year:
- 1980
- 107 min
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NEW YORK - AVRIL
Three Mothers.
I am unaware of which is the
price to pay to have broken
what we them alchemists
call Silent.
The experiment of the life teaches us not to accept
a work without knowing the consequences of them.
Me, Varelli, architect living in London,
I met the Three Mothers, and drew to them
and built three houses. In Rome, in New York
and the third in Freiburg, in Germany .
But I discovered too late
that from these places,
the Three Mothers control the world in the pain,
tears and darkness.
Mater Suspiriorum,
the Mother of the Sighs
and oldest, lives in Freiburg.
MATER Lacrimarum,
the Mother of the Sobs
and most beautiful from the three,
Rome directs.
MATER Tenebrarum, the Mother of Darkness,
young person and cruelest,
New York control.
I built these horrible residences,
agent of these wretched secrecies.
These alleged "Mothers" are in fact malefic,
incompetents to create the life...
The men gave them a name
single and terrifying.
Actually, all three were saeurs
as much as mothers.
But also three Muses, three Graces,
three destinies and three furies.
The ground on which these
residences were builts
could become mortal and pestifr.
So that the neighbourhoods would be touched by it.
This is the first key of the secrecy
of the Three Mothers.
A key of first importance.
The second key of the poisoned secrecy of the Three Saeurs
is hidden in the cellar of their house.
There, you will find the portrait and the name
sur which lives the house.
It is the place where the second key is.
The third key is under the sole of your shoes.
There is the third key..
My dear Marc brother...
The second key is hidden in the cellar.
Good evening.
about this book.
Which?
That that you sold to me,
Three Mothers.
You read it ?
Partly..
This is an invention
or a history drawn from real facts ?
It disturbs you ?
It is not that a book
written by an alchemist .
There are many accounts
on the cursed houses...
The House of the Monsters,
close to Palermo.
The House of Pheasants,
in Brussels.
The Cellender House,
in France.
Certaines people
thinks that these books are a fiction
and others believe each word of it.
the women are generally
the worst readers for these accounts. Or the best, if you prefer.
- They want to believe absolument.
in it - Not really.
the book speaks about an unpleasant odor,
for example.
And here, around,
there is this strange bitter soft odor.
One says that it comes
factory from cakes.
I always knew it.
It disturbs you?
At the end of one moment, one made there,
and one does not notice it even more.
It is not only coincidence.
- When one reads the book...
- There are mysterious passages. But only the true mystery
is that our lives
are controlled by deaths.
Good night.
the second key
is hidden in the cellar.
ROME - APRIL
And here celebrates it ch?ur
Goes pensiero.
Final...
Third part...
of Nabucco de Giuseppe Made green.
My dear Marc brother...
As you know it, in New York,
I live an old building...
Excuse me, I want to go elsewhere.
"Via dei Bagni", with number 49.
What a strange odor!
This street empeste.
STREET OF The BATHS
PHILOSOPHICAL LIBRARY
FOUNDATION ABERTNY
OPENED WITH The PUBLIC
- A Problem?
- Not.
- You seek something?
- Not... Yes.
- I seek a book ancien.
- Of which book does it act?
Three Mothers...
Yes, Three Mothers.
It must be here,
just behind you.
Thank you.
This book is neither a fiction,
nor the fruit of my imagination.
It partly takes again
the newspaper which I discovered
among the personal businesses
of a friend,
an architect and alchemist recognized
of the name of Varelli.
Varelli disappeared mysteriously
here several years.
This newspaper
could help to clear up
the circumstances of its death.
As it was in Latin,
I decided to publish it just as it is.
Sarah!
Closing.
Mister?
Excusez me...
Mister... excuse me.
I do not find the exit.
the other carries.
the book!
Which stage?
the fourth.
can I help you?
I am afraid...
Well, I do not have anything to make
during the hours come.
I can remain with you
if you want.
That you make, Sarah?
You study or you work?
I study the musique.
And you?
I am a sporting commentator
for television.
can I ask you
a strange question?
Strange how?
did you already intend to speak
des Three S?urs?
black singers?
Not, I speak about mythology...
the Trinity.
Attendez, if you speak about phantoms,
I do not believe in it.
- How can you be so sure for it?
- I do not believe in it, it is all.
Not need to philosophize.
And in what do you believe?
In all that I can voir
et touch.
You know without doute.
It is Suits it pensiero of Made green.
Hello, Marc?
I found the letter of your s?ur.
You left it at the University.
You read it?
You must read it, it is important.
Viens quickly at home,
that I tell you what arrived to me.
That does it occur?
I do not know,
perhaps an overpressure.
Carlo!
Where is the fuse box?
In the remise.
the door at the bottom of the corridor.
- do not go there pas.
- That goes, I check just the fuses.
Of agreement, but continue to speak
so that I know where you are.
Of agreement.
Carlo... Where are you?
In the remise.
I found the fuse box.
I come. I am afraid. is
Carlo, what there?
It is good, I believe that it is repaired.
Sarah?
Sarah?
Sarah, it is Marc.
the third key is
under the sole of your shoes.
- You know what arrived?
- I do not know. It had already died.
You hear me? It is Marc.
Speaks more extremely, Rose.
I hear you badly.
- You received my letter?
- Yes, but I did not read it yet.
- Why?
- It arrived full with things.
Hello... I do not understand anything.
I do not hear you pas.
Je do not include/understand anything.
That is there, Rose?
- Promise to me to quickly come
- Of course, I will come...
New York
the SAME NIGHT From APRIL
Range that to the usual place.
- Excuse-moi.
- Yes?
I am Marc Elliot,
the brother of Rose.
Oh, yes!
Apartment 45, fourth stage.
If you want to go up,
I have a double of the keys.
You come or not?
Quatrime stages on the left.
It is the brother of Miss Elliot.
He has just arrived from Rome.
Ah, Italy!
It would like to speak to you.
It does that when it wants to say
something.
It is professor Arnold.
He is sick since years.
- And you, whom you make?
- I study... Musicology.
Marvellous!
A professor of toxicology.
We know that them...
Non, not of toxicology,
of musicology.
That does not have any relationship with medicine.
Which is this thus, then?
the study of the music.
Your s?ur makes
singular studies too.
Singular?
Not, she writes poetry.
Yes, an ideal pastime
for the women.
Goodbye.
- It was you?
- Yes, I sought Rose.
I saw light
and I thought that it had returned.
Je I am a amie.
live above.
Rose is not rentre.
I am his Marc brother.
How you do that?
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