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and undercover with Jasmine.

You're an eager young man

and I'll be god damned

if I don't tell you

that I respect that.

I would love to have dinner

with you and your lady,

but I'm afraid I'll have to

take a rain check this time.

I've got a lot more

investigating to do.

Ah yes.

Cloak and dagger stuff, eh?

Say no more, but I warn you,

I'll be taking that rain check.

- Good to meet you.

- Very good to meet you.

Yes, bye for now, then.

Oh, clear.

Mr. Konitz.

You dropped something.

I swear I'd lose my head

if it wasn't screwed on.

Especially with a

killer on the loose.

You don't want to leave things

like this lying around.

In the wrong hands,

they become weapons.

You're a man who's seen

darkness and returned

to tell the tale,

aren't you?

Indeed I am.

Ciao.

Beautiful body of work

you have here, Bella.

You really think so, Mr. Ciso?

The rhythm, the splicing.

It's all very good.

But you forgot

one reaction shot.

Common mistake.

Stupid! Stupid!

You're so stupid!

Bella! Stop!

Give me that.

What are you doing?

Mr. Ciso, you're a great artist.

The way you edit with

your wooden fingers.

I see you suffering

for your work.

You're like van Gogh

with his wooden ear.

And I... and I just wanna...

I'm sorry...

I'm so ashamed.

Bella.

You mustn't cry, huh?

No, Bella.

I'm a happily married man.

Mr. Ciso,

you don't understand.

I'm in love with you.

Nonsense.

You don't know what love is.

You're just a little girl.

Now fly away, butterfly.

Play with the boys

your own age, huh?

But I do know what love is.

You are like the sun.

And everyone here is walking

around under an umbrella.

But I see you.

I feel you.

Your warmth.

Your light.

Please, Mr. Ciso.

Make me a woman!

I said no, god damn it!

What have you done now?

I heard screaming.

It's nothing. Just my assistant.

She's a mad little girl,

you understand?

And what's this?

You always take company

property home with you?

Let me have a look at it.

You can have a look when you

show me a warrant, Inspector.

I can have that warrant

in a number of hours, editor!

Claudio, Veronica, Cesare.

I'll find the killer

who killed you.

The food

here is delicious.

Why aren't you eating?

Uh... I had a big lunch.

So you're just going to sit

there and watch me eat?

Why are you so weird?

Did I tell you?

The police were back

at the studio today.

Christ!

I thought we could focus

on us for a change.

Maybe bring back that old spark.

But no.

Here we go with

the film talk again.

Don't you know how much

it hurts to be reminded

that my career is over?

I don't mean in a movie.

There was another

murder at the studio.

Am I supposed

to be surprised, Rey?

With all the sluts and violence.

Did you really think a fancy

dinner would make up

for the fact that you didn't

come home last night?

And look at what you're wearing.

Your old dirty work clothes.

You know what?

I feel ill.

I think I caught that

bug of yours.

And I'm going to be

sick right now.

On this carpet right here.

You're going to have

to clean it up.

You.

What's the matter with you?

I've been tailing you secretly,

but I can't take it anymore.

You need to keep

your woman in line.

I did it for you this time

because I feel sorry for you.

Next time you might

not be so lucky.

I might slap you in the face.

A man slapping a man,

imagine that.

Have a wonderful evening.

He's right.

What am I supposed to do,

slap myself?

I told you it was that horrible

restaurant that made me ill.

What are you doing?

Turn off that damn light.

Ugh.

You're impossible.

A to Ciso...

Yeah.

Got you.

What the h...

Damn.

Damn, come on.

Oh, damn.

Come on...

Come on.

Who's there?

Answer me.

- Hello.

- Kiss me.

- Sorry, What's that?

- Kiss me. Kiss me!

There you are.

Got away from me, did you?

So she got you with that old

kiss me, I bite you" trick.

Cigarette?

So you say you are an inspector?

That's right.

I can tell you a thing or

two about Rey.

He was an up and coming

editor before I met him.

Before he almost killed

his assistant, Giuseppe.

Mr. Ciso, I think I found

the film you wanted.

Mr. Ciso...

Mr. Ciso.

Have you heard of

Plato's cave, Inspector?

I think I've seen it, yeah.

It's not a film.

Though it should be.

Plato described a cave

where men are raised

watching shadows on the wall.

Believing them to be people,

animals, trees and what not.

And what has this to

do with Mr. Ciso?

Rey believed that

nothing was real,

that we're all just

marionettes on a stage.

We convinced him otherwise

but he didn't stay

in our institution too long.

He was signed for

and released...

by Fantori.

Fantori?

Umberto Fantori.

An intimidating man.

I was so...

...excited when I got

his autograph.

On the release form.

I really admire his films.

Especially the one where

the man climbs the tree

and screams

I need a woman, a woman!"

Perhaps I should pay

this Fantori a visit.

Inspector...

He's dead for years.

What of his assistant, Giuseppe?

Let me show you something.

My god...

What's happened to him?

Why's he wrapped in

these bandages?

I don't know.

Weird.

Really weird.

Thank you for all the

information, Dr. Casini.

I really appreciate it.

Inspector.

Inspector.

Don't tell Rey what

we talked about.

- Sure.

- Inspector.

I'm serious.

I'm not even friends with him.

Kiss me.

Bite me.

Damn.

Rome, No'.!

Jesus Christ, Margarit.

What is that?

Oh this is Rolfie,

a seeing-eye dog.

Daddy brought him

by earlier for me.

Isn't he sweet?

Yes, I only wish that

you'd told me.

I wanted to introduce you to him

at dinner but... did you forget?

It's this case.

It's driving me so mad.

Is it the case...

Or is it my eyes?

It's the case, I promise.

And the doctor said the

eye problem might,

probably be temporary,

did he not?

Peter, I can't lose

both my career

and my husband in the

same week, I can't...

Margarit, I still love you.

Oh, Peter.

But where were you on

the night of the murder

if you know so much about it?

I was at home washing my hair

and shaving my p*ssy.

Your story checks out.

What's happening?

Who could that be at this hour?

Peter?

What's happening?

Hello?

What is it, Rolfie?

What is it?

Hello?

Margarit?

Margarit,

what's the matter?

Margarit, open the door.

Open the door, Margarit!

Why is the door locked?

Who's there?

Damn it!

Hold on, Margarit!

Keep away from the door!

Is the killer in there with you?

- Help. Help me.

- Damn it, is it Rey Ciso?

Non-

Come here, Rome. That's it.

That's a good boy.

Hold it right there!

Drop the axe now.

How dare you point

that gun at me?

I'm the inspector on this case,

not you, not you!

The killer was here.

He's probably miles away by now,

thanks to you.

Wait!

You forgot this.

Sh*t. Now your prints are

on the murder weapon.

I'm sorry.

You've got a pair on you, boy,

standing up to

an inspector like that.

But that's my wife on the floor!

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