La sorella di Ursula (Curse of Ursula) Page #2

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- Take this.

- Will it be enough?

Of course.

Here he is. Mr. Delleri?

Excuse me.

- What is it, Patrizia?

- They would like a room.

- I'm sorry. We're fully booked.

- These are our papers.

- Shall we go out, Daggie?

- Are you feeling better?

Well, let's go and have lunch.

You've lost track of our mother,

and now of your man.

Who exactly

are you thinking about right now?

Filippo isn't my man, for one thing.

As for our mother, we must find her.

We can't keep our father's inheritance

all to ourselves.

Why not, seeing that he left it all to us?

Do you have it in for her?

Wasn't she entitled to move on?

They were separated.

She separated...

and sent us to boarding school.

I was only five years old.

And we never saw her again.

Father came to see us almost every Sunday.

Come on, he moved on as well.

If you're passionate about someone,

losing them is like losing your own life.

- Our father...

- Loved other women.

Our receiver told me he left money to two

women he was involved with for 13 years.

A pittance to Corinne Chauvet

and a pittance to Valeria Monetti.

Is this what makes you think

he loved them?

Our father died alone. All alone.

How do you know

about Valeria and Corinne?

- Did Lorenzi tell you?

- No.

Our receiver didn't tell me anything.

I just know things -

even before they happen.

Our mother is with another man,

and she lives far away.

Where?

Our father mustn't find out.

He mustn't.

Ursula, what are you talking about?

Our father is dead.

- Who are you after?

- I work for the Stanton Agency.

Who is he? What does he want?

- My agency has sent me to visit.

- To visit? Come in.

Where...

Where are your eyes?

Did we gouge them out,

or did you remove them

so as not to see us fall into the abyss?

So what's left to us other than our own

blind eyes that lead us astray?

We walk the path of selfishness

and think it's the path of love.

We gain strength from our mediocrity

and are convinced

we're being understanding.

Our feelings become confused,

blend into each other

like the colors of a rainbow.

We have no answers.

We've substituted our eyes for yours,

and all that's left to us is fear,

madness and lots of paltry excuses.

Don't touch me!

- Is the show going ahead tonight?

- Of course.

- But we start at eleven.

- All right.

- Hi, Stella.

- Hi.

- Welcome back. Everything all right?

- Pretty much.

Apart from the crime.

How did you hear about it?

You left at dawn.

It's in all the papers.

- Who are those two?

- People who don't want to leave.

I think they've run away from home.

She's 16 and he's 17.

They wanted a room, believe it or not.

- Patrizia, get those two to leave.

- Yes.

Two minors.

All the hotel needs is trouble.

I refused them a room this morning

and they're still here.

- Look who's here.

- Good evening.

Our two foreigners.

- You must leave.

- What's wrong?

- Good night.

- Good night.

I'm tired. I'm going up to the room.

Sleep well.

Filippo.

- I should have known.

- I'm sorry. I should have told you.

Tell me what? I pity you, Filippo.

Now I get your excessive love for me,

your endless urge to make love,

your possessiveness.

- It was all down to drugs, not love!

- No, it was love. Listen to me.

You listen to me.

I couldn't stand a jealous lover,

so why should I put up with a drug addict?

This time we're really through.

It's pretty quiet tonight, don't you think?

No, I don't agree.

- Do you know who that man is?

- Just another admirer.

They spring up around her

like mushrooms.

Yes, too many.

What's wrong, Ursula?

It's strange, but I've never felt

the presence of our father like now.

He mustn't come, Daggie. Not tonight.

Try to relax.

Have you taken your sedative?

Yes.

You promised me we'll leave tomorrow.

Ursula, try to sleep.

- We'll leave...

- I can't, Daggie.

I'm afraid, so afraid.

It happened in the premises.

That's disconcerting.

Hi!

Wait for me!

- Now you're stopping to talk to him?

- What else can I do? Run away?

Treat him coldly. He deserves it.

Is your sister angry at me?

She's a difficult girl.

- Did you hear about last night?

- What?

You haven't heard? Two youngsters

were found murdered in the tower.

- What youngsters?

- Don't you remember those kids

who were in the lobby yesterday?

Yes, I do remember them.

The strange thing is that the girl was

killed the same way as that hooker.

Oh, my God.

That's terrible,

but let's not tell Ursula.

She was so agitated this morning that

I had a hard time calming her down.

All right, but she'll soon find out.

Everybody's talking about it.

Some of the guests

have already left the hotel.

That's my instinct too.

I'd like to leave tonight.

- Don't go yet.

- Why not?

I don't know...

You see, I like you.

Yes.

Sometimes we meet the right person

but then, the circumstances...

These things happen on holiday.

I'm not here on holiday.

I'd like to explain why

I didn't greet you the other morning.

I know Roberto told you

I'd left at dawn.

No, Filippo, you don't need to explain.

My only concern right now is Ursula.

Yes, the actress, Martha Vueller,

was our mother.

When she became famous,

she fell in love and abandoned us.

My sister and I were still small.

They put us in boarding school

until our father died.

Was it his death

that so traumatized Ursula?

Precisely. Our father died

in an unpleasant accident.

My sister adored him.

He was a very talented musician.

Ursula would spend hours

listening to him play the piano.

She never tired of it.

She really misses him.

- Now she needs a lot of affection.

- You think I deprive her of it?

Oh, my God.

Ursula!

Ursula!

What happened?

What's wrong?

What's wrong, darling?

Ursula, answer me.

Answer me, please! Ursula!

- Daggie...

- Ursula, calm down, please.

Ursula what happened to you?

It was horrible. There were two naked

women, then our father arrived.

I saw him, and one of the two women

was smiling at him...

in a vulgar, disgusting manner.

What a horrible scene.

Yes, it belongs to that little whore.

It's exactly as I thought. Thank you.

- I want more than thanks.

- What do you want?

I want some information

in exchange for mine.

All right.

If you have a question, just ask.

What do you want?

Stella Shining.

Well? What about her?

Is she involved with anyone?

Let's cut to the chase -

who's she sleeping with?

I've been interrogated all morning

by the police, the press,

the forensic detectives.

And all because those two

murdered kids came to my hotel.

I'm not interrogating you,

just asking a question.

No, you asked me two questions.

The first, is Stella in a relationship?

The answer? Stella doesn't have

a man - not the one man, that is.

The second, who is she sleeping with?

The answer? Lots of people.

There, you said it - lots of people.

I'd like to know who she's shagging,

aside from you, obviously.

Stella and I? Don't be absurd.

- You really believe that?

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