The Editor Page #4

You understand?

Did you get a look

at her killer?

Yes.

It was a black figure.

You know, I have an

opening for an

undercover man and

you might just fit the bill.

Would you be

interested in that, Giancarlo?

- Yes, of course.

- Yes.

Why don't you say you saw

the man who killed Margarit?

Why don't you

say it in court?

- The black man, sir?

- Your words, not mine.

Though I guess

it was a black man,

now that you remember

seeing him.

But I remember...

But I wasn't here, sir.

Oh, Giancarlo, that drink's

gone straight to your brain.

You've already forgotten

that you were here.

That your prints are

on the murder weapon.

You probably shouldn't be

drinking while you're on duty.

I haven't touched a drop myself.

I just like to hold it.

A good man holds a beer.

I'm only trying to help you,

Giancarlo.

All right.

So you'll say it...

I saw him."

- I saw him.

- The black man.

The black man.

That's sounding very good.

Very convincing.

You'll make a good

cop one day, Giancarlo.

But I am a cop, sir.

You heard me,

you're out of here.

Honestly, Rey.

I thought it might be fun

to have a cripple around,

but I was dead wrong.

Not to mention you've

practically cut Cal

- out of the whole movie.

- What?

And this guy shows up

today telling me

all kinds of facts

about film that

I'd never even heard before.

And better yet,

he's agreed to work

for half of what I'm paying you.

So what can I say, Rey?

Have you ever even

seen a film by Einstein?

Eisenstein?

It's pronounced Einstein,

Einstein.

So get your stuff and

get the f*** out of here!

Hi.

- Mr. Ciso.

- Not now, Bella.

- But, Mr. Ciso.

- I said not now!

- Where are you going?

- Francesco's fired me.

He's hired some amateur

with a head full

of facts but no mind for art.

- What? No. That can't be.

- Don't come any closer, Bella.

Has anyone else been in here.

Anyone other than you?

That's what I wanted to

talk to you about.

Ciso, you son of a b*tch,

you've got a lot to answer for.

I talked to Dr. Casini

at the asylum,

your story didn't exactly

match up with his.

I told you everything

I remember, Porfiry.

We're all editors of

our own realities.

How Dr. Casini remembers

my time in the asylum

might not be exactly

how it happened.

I wasn't done talking

to you, editor!

What's this?

It's a wrench.

No, what's this?

Oh, it's a $500 tape machine

I had to buy to watch that

film you left for me.

That was not for you to watch.

I was going to tell you

it's the first

good thing you've edited in

an extremely long time.

I had nothing

to do with this crap.

I've never seen it

before in my life.

Technical talk.

Call it what you want.

I love it.

And who is this man?

Cal Konitz.

He's magnificent.

Maybe even better than Claudio.

Such... beautiful hands.

I was fired.

You were...

You were what?

I was fired.

Who's going to pay for the food?

Who's going to pay

for my clothes?

Who's going to pay for this

damn $500 Beta machine?!

I'll find you.

I'll see who's been

tormenting Mr. Ciso.

Bella!

You? No.

NOOOOO!

Are you crazy?

You light some rags in the sink

and expect that to

fix the plumbing?

Bella... Bella!

Hey! What are you doing here?

- Where were you, huh?

- I was out. I was studying.

I was getting more

books on my studying.

- Holy sh*t!

- I'll kill you! I'll kill you!

REY, Rey, Rey, calm down.

What the f***'s the

matter with you?

- What's going on?

- He's a murderer!

I'm not a murderer.

You're a murderer.

- I'm a cop.

- You're a cop?

- What? No. No.

- Bella's dead.

Is she?

My god, another one?

Cal, call inspector Porfiry

at once then help

the new editor to

clean up the lab.

I know you must be

frightened by all of this

but it seems to happen around

here fairly often, lately.

You've got to get back

to work at once.

I need this picture completed,

you understand?

Okay. Good boy.

Who said anything about

an editing lab, Francesco?

- What?

- I said she was dead.

I didn't say where it happened.

Well she worked in the

editing lab.

What the f***? I don't have

to explain myself to you!

I don't want to see you

around here anymore.

You understand me?

You take death with

you wherever you go.

Making movies used to be fun.

- Lift her legs!

- I'm trying. She's too pretty.

Not bad, Giancarlo.

Not bad.

Perhaps this book can tell me

where the next cut should be.

Spiders, spiders, spiders.

Ah here we are.

Tarantulas and film editing.

You're a great editor, truly.

Sure, you have wooden fingers,

but who doesn't at times.

- And you're a smart man.

- Yeah.

Perhaps even a genius

and that wife of yours...

- she could be an actress.

- She was.

She was?

What was she in?

I've seen every movie

in the world.

Please don't talk about her,

she's a f***in'...

a f***in' train wreck.

Sorry, Rey.

Listen. I'm in a hell

of a mess here, Ciso.

If you can give me

Tarantola I can-

- You cut it?

- Before you fired me.

Ciso! You saved me, Ciso.

You saved me.

Cal, take these reels

up to the screening room.

It's time for a premiere

screening of your new movie.

You are...

God damn it!

Bye.

Where do you find these people?

He's not your man,

you know.

Ciso.

He's not your man.

I know editors have

their negative side,

so I understand your suspicion-

Don't talk to me.

I can arrest you for that.

Don't tell me you

believe in that

old superstition, do you?

What superstition?

Well, in Roman times

editors were considered

to be a bridge between

the netherworld.

They were used in summonings

and bringing-forths and so on.

Hence the Latin root

of the word, Editor.

Bridges to the netherworld?

Oh, they were considered

bridges to the netherworld.

I don't want to hear

your wizard speak.

A young Donald Sutherland.

You think you can cut

me out of the movie? Huh?

You think you can cut me

out of the movie, editor?

I'll cut you out!

I'm going to cut off

your click with this!

I'll cut you up! You f***ed with

the wrong guy, editor.

I'm going to cut

you into bits, editor.

I'll cut you up.

I don't believe you.

I'll kill you, editor.

I'll cut you up.

You want to know why I

cut you out of the film?

Why?

Because you're a terrible actor.

You've got a lot of balls for a

guy who's about to be fish food.

No, what I have is

a trained eye.

You see, Konitz,

whenever you act,

or whatever the hell

you're doing, you blink.

You blink like you have

smoke in your eyes.

You couldn't kill a man.

You couldn't even

act like a killer.

You're messing

with the wrong guy, editor.

I'll get you, editor.

Put me back in the movie,

or else.

If you're

wondering if you

got the right man for the job,

I can tell you a

hundred percent, you do.

I just don't know if

I'm gonna take it.

What can I do to convince you?

Yeah, yeah, hey...

Oh... yeah...

Yep. Twice a week I like to go

swimming down by the pier.

Jasmine scolds me

for going alone.

She thinks it's dangerous.

I'm not surprised.

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