Sleepless Night Page #3

We made fun of him.

One day he got really pissed off.

''You bastards ! l put a curse on you !''

''You're all going to be tormented

by me or by one of your own dead !''

There was a whole in the hedge

back then.

We used to get into the garden,

me and the other kids.

Sometimes Vincenzo

would read us his novels.

Then our parents found out

and put a stop to it.

Hey, it's still here !

Look !

- l just saw Vincenzo. - lmpossible !

- lf it wasn't it looked like him.

- Come on.

- l know it was him !

- Who are you ?

- Leone !

l don't remember you...

but him yes, he was the Chief Cop.

Do you remember me ?

- Do you remember me ?

- Vaguely. The smell, anyway.

They let me sleep in the garden shed.

Nobody lives here anyway.

- A few minutes ago l saw someone

at the window. - Who? - Vincenzo.

Oh, yes, he comes to see me sometimes

and we talk.

- Especially when l've had a glass

or two. - He was there. - Yes.

- He comes to see me... - Where's

his study ? - Where it always was.

l never go in there.

John McKenzie:
''The Dark Room'',

John McKenzie:
''Murder in Asylum'',

John McKenzie:

''The Hachet Murders''.

There's no dust.

Someone's been here.

- Drink ?

- No, thanks.

- You leaving ?

- Ciao, Leone.

Thanks for the visit.

lt's now midnight

and in my bed l toss and fight.

And this is how my war began

with the beasts across the land.

- Where did you learn that ?

- Mr. Vincenzo used to sing it.

- How does it go on? Do you know it?

- No.

l don't know anymore.

Murders like these

are premeditated.

And more than that, they're staged.

He likes to hurt...

he wants everyone to know it.

He likes to hurt human beings.

Women.

- How's the pasta ? - Great.

- There's more.

Now... it's all in those papers.

They did a ton of studies

with psychiatrists.

But l had already figured it out

on my own.

All you had to do was to study

his modus operandi.

lt's the same today

as it was then.

- lt could be an imitator,

a copy-cat ? - True.

But is there one murder or two ?

And if there's one, who the hell is it ?

- Someone who went to sleep

for 1 7 years. - That's impossible.

His is not an illness you can cure.

- Wine ?

- No, thanks. l don't drink.

l'd like some but l can't.

Doctor's orders.

l'll have some more of these, though.

We have to go back

to the train murders,

the only ones

without cut-out figures.

- They are a break in the pattern.

- Spur of the moment. - Exactly.

And it's when you're not prepared

that you make mistakes.

We should start

from the train station.

There was a car-park attendant there

that night. What is happened to him ?

Here l am.

Remember me ? That night ?

You really gave it

to that whore.

No, sorry. lt's your business.

The dedication helped,

but finding you took a while.

That deserves some kind of a reward,

doesn't it ?

We can make a deal

and l'll keep my mouth shut.

lt's still perfect, l didn't use it.

lt's still got the ink in it. Try it!

l don't have any paper

but try it here.

Please, go ahead.

What are you writing ?

What's that mean ?

Blue blood ? lnk !

''l'm a bad boy''.

l'd better call the police.

Maybe he's still around.

- Moretti, are you tampering with

evidence? - Old habits die hard.

- And... l was interested.

- They've put you on the case ?

No, but it was mine.

Now it belongs to the ''Major

Crimes Unit'' that l'm in charge of.

- l just thought... - l don't need

your help. Nor yours, Gallo.

He killed my mother. lt's different

for me. lt's not just a routine case.

lt's not a hobby.

- Ulisse, wait !

- Sir, Moretti was a god once.

Don't you think you should treat him

with a little more respect ?

- Driving at night is not

a hobby of mine. You drive. - Ok.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- Don't you want a real beer? - No,

l quite like this non alcoholic stuff.

There they are.

- l'm sorry l'm late. - l'm used to it.

Come on, we've got a table.

- l'm sorry about last night.

- Don't worry, it doesn't matter.

- l walked out without

saying goodbye. - lt's all right.

Wanna sit down ?

- Gloria, what would you like ?

- My usual. - And you ? - A juice.

- What's that funny taste? - l asked

you if you wanted a real one. - No.

- This isn't mine, it's yours! Didn't

you taste anything strange? - No.

Lorenzo, what's wrong ?

- That was my beer !

- lt's one of his asthma attacks !

We need an ambulance ! Urgently !

The ''Barbican'', piazza Vittorio.

Please, help me !

Midnight !

lt's now midnight

and in my bed l toss and fight.

This is how my war began

with the beasts across the land.

Beasts ! Animals !

Like the killer's cut-outs, Marcello.

Strong coffee.

You want some ?

Great stuff for the memory.

- Lorenzo, how do you feel ?

- Better.

You were lucky. You only drank

a little. Not enough to be fatal.

That poison was meant for me. That'll

teach you to steal people's drinks.

This is your fault.

- Oh, Dad !

- You jeopardized my son's life.

This is what happens

when you go looking for ghosts.

Not for ghosts, for the truth.

lf you had stayed home,

this would never have happened.

l'm warning you:

from now on stay away from Lorenzo.

Dad, that's enough !

- Giacomo isn't guilty of anything.

- No, your father's right.

Goodbye, sir.

- Giacomo !

- Who's side are you on ?

l'm coming with you.

Let's see... The first victim,

back in the 80s. Animal: a pig.

ln other words:
a slut.

Poetic license for ''whore''.

Second victim:
Maria Gallo.

You're right, Marcello,

Gallo is a rooster.

The third victim was a chick,

given the young age.

lt's a pig, rooster, chick.

And, starting again, a kitten.

Animals. Beasts across the land.

Oh, one o'clock.

One o'clock in the morning.

''Morning at one''.

''The farmer has

some little boy's fun.''

''Piggy's throat he quickly slits

in victory the battle quits.''

Another verse.

Now l remember !

l'm in great shape.

The wheels are beginning to turn.

Let's see...

Piggy's throat he quickly slits...

like the prostitute who had her slit.

And he use the pig,

as his signature.

He murders to the nursery rhyme !

- There you go. Anything else ?

- Dora !

- Yeah ?

- Come here, please.

The mysterious figure stole

like a ghost out of the darkness.

And entered the room

where his trophies were kept.

l'm afraid the Dwarf's out there.

Thank godness my boyfriend's coming.

- Dora, do you have someone coming ?

- No, but l'm not afraid.

From the millions of girls

in the city, why me ?

Besides, the newspapers

always blow these things up. Ciao !

See how brave our little rabbit is ?

She just has no idea, does she ?

F*** you !

- He killed another girl last night,

she worked in fast food joint. - Yes.

l forgot a lot of things, but

last night l had another flashback,

the very last interrogation l had

with Vincenzo, before his run.

He told me that someone had stolen

the manuscript of his latest novel,

and that this person was using it

to commit the murders.

The real murders were all the exact

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