Torso (I corpi presentano tracce di violenza carnale)

THE BODIES SHOW SIGNS OF CARNAL VIOLENCE

This painting of St. Sebastian is in effect a Hellenistic statue...

set against a magnificent Renaissance background.

His martyrdom and suffering leave us relatively unmoved.

Notice how Perugino, that Umbrian peasant...

could transform the local rustics into saints and madonnas.

Notice how he surrenders to this tragedy of pain and suffering with lyrical indifference.

Perugino was reluctant to paint blood...

so his tears are like drops of dew under his eyes.

His scenes rarely exude an air of drama.

This is true of his St. Sebastian in Stockholm and also of the one in the Louvre.

Everything is bathed in an elegance approaching the supernatural.

Here, the figure seems to be traced directly from ancient Greece.

In a very personal way...

Perugino had absorbed the lesson of the great Piero della Francesca...

only to decline in his later years into a sort of convoluted and provincial formalism...

that decidedly undermines the power...

and originality of his later work.

That is all for today.

Come on, Dani. I want to ask him something on the way out.

- There he is. - Professor.

Excuse me, but what you were saying about Perugino...

Don't you think your analysis was a bit too severe?

Go on.

In the St. Sebastian in the Louvre...

you completely ignore the intensely spiritual aspect of the figure.

Why, it's practically overflowing with holiness.

- Are you sure about that? - Yes.

You think he was capable of spirituality?

Vasari says Perugino was a person with so little genuine religion...

he could never make anyone believe in the immortality of the soul.

Just imagine an atheist painting saints and Madonnas.

I agree with you, Professor...

although I find it strange that he never painted any blood on the bodies of his martyrs.

He was a painter, not a butcher.

He was a self-made bourgeois...

who was selling sentimentalism without any true passion or drama.

I think you're going a bit too far.

We'll talk about this again.

- Good-bye. - Good-bye.

Daniela, can I take you home?

No. Jane's taking me home.

- Bye. - Bye, Stefano.

You didn't have to be quite so rude to him.

He been hounding me for 10 years. He can't take a hint.

He chose the same major as me just to be near me.

And now summer school.

You won't find many guys that devoted.

I hope not.

Flo, are you coming with me?

I have something better to do.

Then good luck.

- Bye. - Bye.

- Son of a bitch! - What happened?

I'll take care of him!

Sean, come here! Let him go.

What do we care if he was peeping?

Sean, come here! Where are you going?

Answer me!

Are you there?

Need any more pictures?

That's enough. All right, cover the body.

- Is the prosecutor coming? - Yes, we informed him.

Didn't you see that car first?

I wasn't standing here. I was over there.

Fact is, Inspector, we don't have proper facilities out here.

So we... How can I put this?

We "litter." It happens.

What do you mean by "litter"?

How should I put it?

Well, let's not mince words. I was gonna take a crap.

Only when I saw him today, I got all constipated.

- It's all blocked up in here, you know? - Take his statement.

That one's 1,000 lire.

Are you making a few sales under the counter today?

Yes, and I'm buying too.

I bet you are. Junk and castoffs.

I'm too expensive for you.

Good-bye.

- Who's he? - He's a doctor.

At least he knows how to keep his hands to himself.

- Carol! - Hi.

- Hello. - Hi.

How are you?

- Have you seen the paper? - No. Why?

Wait.

- You haven't heard? - No. What happened?

- Uncle, could you hand me the paper? - Keep it.

- I'll see you at lunch. Bye. - Bye.

You were a good friend of Flo, weren't you?

STUDENT AND HER LOVER FOUND MURDERED

This can't be happening!

Daniela!

Classes have been canceled today.

Don't you think this Pieta is one of the most sublime representations of Christianity?

I hope you're here to rethink your opinion of Perugino, Professor.

I'm sorry to disappoint you. My reason is much more banal.

No, I confess I'm just here by chance.

But the banality of chance sometimes hides more important underlying meanings.

One of these could be our meeting here now.

Or perhaps I'm mistaken. What do you think?

Don't tell me you believe that strange theory that chance is the child of necessity?

Somewhat.

But don't mind me. I'm still shaken by that girl's death.

- Jane, can I buy you a drink or something? - Why not?

I hope you can see me as more than just an art history professor.

You have the nicest eyes when you haven't got your glasses on.

Please don't make fun of me.

I wouldn't dream of it.

You really surprised me the other day.

I did. How?

I would never have imagined...

that an American girl could be so moved...

by works of art depicting a past that doesn't really belong to her.

I don't know whether or not to take that as a compliment, but I will.

Just proves that some Americans know how to be less American than other Americans.

Then you didn't come to Italy to buy the Colosseum?

No, only to study it.

I studied art history.

Then I taught for two years.

Then I decided to specialize and applied for a scholarship in Italy.

- Do you like music too? - Of course I do.

Great.

If I happen to get a couple of invitations to a concert at the Academy...

- would you like to join me? - I'd love to.

- In fact, I'll count on it. - Thank you.

There's no need to thank me. It's been a pleasure.

- Good-bye, Franz. - Good-bye, Jane.

I told you...

So it's over like that? At your convenience?

- I never promised you a thing. - You slimy little worm!

They saw us. Damn it!

- Good-bye, handsome. - Bye.

Come on, honey. Take off all the rest.

I've got another appointment with a good customer.

What's wrong?

I get it. You want a little persuasion?

You're cute.

What's the matter? Are my hands cold?

Listen, honey, if you give me a little more, we can make love in front of the mirror.

I even have some porn films.

Swedish stuff.

That's a nice start. Why do all the hang-ups come my way?

Honey, even if you're queer or impotent, you're not getting out of this.

You have to pay me just the same.

Don't you ever call me that. Don't you ever say that to me.

You're crazy!

A GIFT FOR EVERYONE

- I'll buy this one. - All right.

Carol! At last! What happened to you?

Where have you been? I haven't seen you in ages.

Nothing. Nothing happened.

Sorry, I have to go. I have some errands. I'm already late.

- What's the matter? - I have to go, sorry.

Hey, Dani!

No.

First you two have to take your clothes off.

Why not?

You both sicken me!

If I catch her, I'll beat the crap out of her!

- Are you hurt? - Jesus! What a fall.

- If I catch her... - Forget that bitch.

- I'll kill her! - Let's get the bike out and go back.

What you see on the screen...

is not a work of abstract art.

What you see are fragments of cloth...

found under the fingernails of one of your classmates...

who was barbarously murdered just one week ago, Flo Nicholson.

We have definitively traced these fragments back to this scarf...

which was used to strangle Carol Peterson.

Her body, like that of her friend, showed signs of carnal violence.

I want you all to look at this.

If any of you think you've seen something similar...

maybe on a friend or classmate...

it is your duty to report it.

It's not spying.

It's your duty.

I hope you all agree this killer must be brought to justice at once.

And I hope that, at least in this case, you will consider the police for what they are...

the men who protect you.

After that you can happily go back to throwing stones at us in the streets.

Turn on the lights.

That's all. Thank you.

You can go now.

Daniela, what's wrong?

Jane, I have to tell you something.

Stop worrying about it. The inspector upset you.

Don't you realize I must be the last person to see Carol alive?

How could that be?

I saw her get on a motorcycle with those two boys, Peter and George.

She was in a terrible state. It was almost like they kidnapped her.

- It's your imagination. - It isn't!

But those boys weren't wearing scarves.

See? I don't know what's got into you.

Let's go home.

And yet I'd swear I've seen somebody I know wearing that scarf.

Please, let's go.

Hello.

Hello!

If you don't want to end up like your friends...