Il Mostro Di Firenze (Il mostro di Firenze)

Here we are.

Leave the engine on. -Why?

Cause it's so dark tonight... and I like to look at your face.

There's a lot of peepers around when it's this dark. -Really?

Yes, when there is no moon..... so they say.

You shouldn't tell me such things. -Why not?

Talk about peepers, here, now..... -There's nobody around, I checked before.

We're safe... Come here, I know a way to calm you down...

What... -Did you see that?

What? -I thought I saw a light.

No...we're alone. Hey...

We're alone...

You heard that? -What? -A noise.

Let's go away, Giovanni. -Don't worry, there's nobody around...

Who the fuck is her?

Good morning. -Good morning.

Ok, lead me there. -Just wait here a moment.

Wait for what? -Til the D.A. arrives.

I am the D.A., Silvia Della Monica.

Inspector Rinaldi... nice to meet you.

We've just identified the bodies.

The man is Giovanni Foggi, 30yrs old, lived in Pontessieve, worked for ENEL.

The woman is Carmela De Nuccio, 21yrs old, born in Lecce, lived in Scandicci, worked in a leather shop.

There's knife wounds and 5 shells, 22 caliber.

They were scattered around the car.

Anything missing from her purse? -We don't know yet.

So, where's the girl?

Over there, but I advise you not to.... -I'm older than you, Rinaldi, I saw plenty of corpses.

I told you not to.

What's this uproar?

Renzo is back. -Aaah...

Wait, mom.... the final touch.

Clover? -Yea! I think it's great with pork.

Don't let this out of Italy...grandma would not approve....

Put the timer to 1 hour and flip it halfway.

I go get dressed. -Are you in a hurry, aren't you?

Don't you wait for dad? Pia!

Dad! -Here's my favorite cook!

My God! One can see you growing! -You think?

There's something for you in the bag.

Actually I'm going out...I'll see you later.

Later when? -Later, dad....love you.

Where are you going?

She's got friends....

I know, but I'll be away a month....does she ever feel like staying all together?

OFFICE OF THE CHIEF PROSECUTOR VIGNA, FIRENZE

No issues, no suspects....they've been engaged for a few months, happily it seems.

They went out to get ice-creams, should have been back before midnight, instead....

A robbery that ended bad?

Nothing was missing from the purse, and no one makes such a slaughter for a little cash. -Yes...

The pubic mutilation...

You ever seen anything like that?

About the autopsy?

I'm going to get the results....provided the coroner doesn't freak out cause I wear a skirt....

What you mean? -They all look at me like I shouldn't be here.

They'll get used to it.

Let me know what the coroner said. -Yes.

The boy died for the bullets wounds.

At the back of the head...

And to the chest.

Then, when he was done with the girl, he came back and stabbed him 3 times.

Two in the neck and one to the chest.... but at that time the boy was already dead.

The girl was shot 4 times.

She tried to defend herself, but the shot to the chest was fatal.

The he dragged her out of the car....see the bruises?

Dragged her across the meadow and....

There he removed her pube.

Ok...

Was she raped? -No... no signs of rape, no sperm on her body.

The weapon? -A knife.

But something did strike me.

What he did to the girl wasn't a butcher's work, it wasn't improvised.

No scratches on her thighs, no bruises....he did cut the pants.

What he did to the pubis was a clean cut, almost surgical.

He knew what to do and how to do it.

As if he had done it before.

Yes, all the files of unsolved murders.... in the last 10 years.

Yes I'll narrow the field for you. I won't make you work late, don't worry.

Killings of women...and couples too.

Alright, thanks.

Damn.... jerks....

I can't believe it!

So Renzo can't swim? Is that true?

Oh! You don't get to make jokes....you root for Juventus so you don't even get to talk!

He can't swim one bit! -But Renzo....you work on ships...

Always on the sea.

I work with engines, I don't fish out who fell off board.

And if it's you that fall? -They can swim, thet'll fish me out.

To me! I can't swim but I make the best caciucco of all Tuscany.

Cheers!

Pia and I would like to get ice-creams...can we?

Bye. -Bye.

Here...looks familiar? -What's this about?

September 14, 1974...

Pasquale Gentilcore and Stefania Pettini park the car in a place called Fontanine di Rabatta...

Borgo San Lorenzo.

Someone approaches them.

Shoots the boy 5 times....leaving him dead.

Then 4 shots to the girl.

Drags her out and....slaughters her.

The coroner counts 96 knife wounds, in the pubic area...

And in the end, he stuck a piece of grapevine into her vagina.

Again, in a new moon night.

And the same exact bullets...Long Rifle 22, with an "H" on the bottom.

And he does it again after 7 years.

Della Monica..... have you got some ideas?

Both couples were from Pontassieve, he clearly knows the territory....and the victims as well I think. -Yes.

In the papers there's also a psychiatric profile, done at that time....here.

Talks about a murderer with sexual deviations....a pervert who knows very well the area.

Maybe a peeper?

COUPLE MURDERED IN THE COUNTRYSIDE

A monster who kills couples.... -They say is a pervert.

They're all joking about it. -There's nothing to joke about.

They call him "Cicci the monster of Scandicci"....they make rhymes too!

People have too much free time...they don't know what to do and come up with this bullshit...

Think of the parents, with their kids out driving around....

Thank God that Pia is still too young for these things.

Maybe she's not that young....

You knew about Pia and Fabio and you didn't tell me?

They been together for long now. -But Pia is a little kid!

Yes...a kid who's about to be a woman.

But now she's still a little girl...and I don't like her going out with him.

Come on...you know him since he was born.

Whatever....Pia is not going out at night in some car.

You saw the newspaper too, right?

Now you go and tell her she's not going out.

I think this monster is an excuse to you...

You're only afraid of Pia growing up, with all that follows....

So if you have something to tell her, just go...she's there, waiting for you.

Here.... over 200 peepers in the Pontassieve area only.

It'll take the whole night. -If you need company...

I mean.... if you need help.

Hello.... Hello?

Is it you investigating the Scandicci murders?

Yes, who are you?

I'm from Pontassieve, I know who did it. -Go to the police station, I'll meet yoy there.

No way.... I'll meet you at the bar in the center square, I'll tell you everything I know.

We may have a witness, I'll meet him in Pontassieve.

I'm sorry... have I scared you?

'Twas you who called me at the office? -Yes.

The night of the murder I was strolling near Scandicci, right where they have been killed.

I saw a car, around 11...11,30... it was going away fast, almost like escaping, I'd say.

What car was that?

I don't know the model, but I know who was driving.

It was Enzo Spalletti.

Why did you call me here? What you want from me?

Mr. Spalletti, let's make it clear.... I ask the questions and you answer me, thoroughly.

Where were you on June 6th? -How would I know?

With my wife probably.

Your car has been spotted in Villabianca, at a time compatible with the murders.

Listen...I like to spy on couples, sometimes.... but I've never laid a finger on anyone, I'm no murderer.

And that night I wasn't around, who told you such a lie?

That's not your concerne. -It is instead.

It's a town of snakes, not one who minds his own business.

So, you were home that night? -Yes.

Can someone confirm your alibi? -I can't remember.

Was your wife with you?

No, my husband went out after dinner, like almost every night.

You know where he did go? -No...I don't know.

At what time he came back? -Surely after 2 a.m....

I know because it was much later than usual.

Did he tell you anything about that night?

Next morning he told me he saw those dead kids...

Which morning? Monday, June 8th?

No, Sunday morning....about 9.

During breakfast he told me about those murdered kids.

How did you know about the murders? -I'd read it on the papers.

You talked to your wife before the papers came out, even before the bodies were found.

How did you know about it?!

I may have heard it in the bar.

Who told you in the bar? You better give me some names now.

I can't remember... too many people chatting....

Spalletti, you better tell me what you know! -I know nothing.

Did you kill them? -No, and that's all I know.

Spalletti knows something, but he won't talk.

You believe he's the murderer.

I don't have solid proves, but he's hiding something, that's for sure.

I'm gonna have him arrested, maybe some jail will make him wanna talk.

Spalletti...

You're still in time to avoid jail.

Tell me whay you know.

Listen, girls...

Why don't we go for a little holiday? The 3 of us?

Come on, where you'd like to go?

Sea, riviera, mountains..... where?

I don't know.

There's gotta be some place you'd like to go!

Actually there is one place.... -Just tell me and I'll take you there.

On the mountains with the friends from the parish.