Four Flies on Grey Velvet (4 mosche di velluto grigio)

Roberto.

Roberto.

Look, You can level with me.

I had a bad scene, huh?

You're missing your cues, that's all.

You gotta follow me.

Don't hassle yourself, Mirko.

Everything is okay.

We're so far out, who's gonna notice?

Thanks, man.

- Yeah. - See you.

Mirko.

Son of a bitch.

Hey.

Just a minute.

What do you want?

Take your hands off me.

That's cute?

What do I want?

What the hell do you want?

You've been following me for maybe a week now.

I'm sick of seeing your stupid face.

Now what are you after?

Are you crazy?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I've never followed anybody.

What are you after, man?

What's your trip?

Lay off me, will you?

Lay off!

I'm not fooling, see.

Now, beat it!

I'm warning you.

Hello?

Hello?

Go to hell.

Are you still awake?

Yes.

Good night, good morning.

Whatever the case may be.

Who was it?

Nobody.

Never said anything.

UNIDENTIFIED BODY FOUND IN RIVER

THE VICTIM HAD NO ID AND WAS STABBED TO DEATH

Bye, bye.

Goodbye, ma'am.

You can take them back

and don't make the same mistake again.

Mmm.

I'd like to see you in my shoes,

with all this mail to deliver.

- Hi. - Hi, Maria.

What's happening?

Oh, that nitwit

He's always making mistakes.

Sometimes it's really embarrassing.

Keeps giving me that old cripple's mail orders.

You know what kind of mail Rambaldi gets?

Swedish pornography.

You wouldn't believe some of the positions.

ITALIAN IDENTITY CARD ISSUED TO MR. CARLO MAROSI

Hey, Roberto.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Why don't you come over here with us?

- Yes, tonight. - Okay, listen.

I gotta tell you what I saw.

- What's that? - An execution

in Saudi-Arabia.

It sounds gory.

They're still chopping off the heads there

This poor guy got his hands tied behind his back

and they forced him onto his knees

in the center of this enormous square.

Then, the executioner arrives.

He's got this huge sword in his right hand,

and a real thin stiletto in his left.

First, he takes the stiletto and jabs it as hard as he can

into the nape of the guy's neck.

The whole body jerks rigid and before you know it,

the executioner's raised his sword,

the neck's stiff, a nice clean cut

and off with his head.

Ew.

Oh my God, how horrible.

Who brought him here?

Andrea.

Why don't you tell us what you've been writing lately?

Alright.

Here's a fascinating story,

Something right up Mirko's alley.

It's about the funeral of a famous French chef.

The service is attended by cooks from all over the world.

It's a beautiful and moving ceremony.

Just as the coffin is about to be closed,

the mourners sprinkled parsley and paprika

over the deceased.

Well, at least that isn't as gory.

I could kill you now,

but I won't.

I'll wait.

Who is going to help you?

The police perhaps?

You can't ask anyone.

You're all alone.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Nothing.

I couldn't sleep.

Go back to bed.

I heard noises.

I said it was nothing.

No.

There's something wrong.

You've been acting so strange.

Please.

You can tell me.

Something is wrong.

These last few days-

I told you, it was nothing.

I killed a man.

A couple of days ago I killed a man.

What does he want from you?

I don't know.

That's what's so crazy.

He's never asked for money,

but he threatens me, phone calls, letters, photos,

souvenirs.

And tonight he nearly killed me.

Look.

I have everything right here.

It's all gone.

Sure!

That's why he came.

He took them.

Are you sure that guy is really dead?

I stabbed him, didn't I?

Besides it was in the papers the next day.

Did they give his full name?

Well, no it-

it just said an unidentified body.

You don't believe me.

Maybe it's all a bad dream.

You've been working awfully hard lately.

Listen.

Tomorrow we can go see Enrico.

He's a good friend.

Yeah?

He's a shrink, too

You think I'm crazy, huh?

I didn't mean that.

Yeah, okay. Okay. Go to bed.

Leave me alone.

Go on! Leave me alone!

Roberto.

What was the name of the man you killed?

Carlo Marosi.

This must be his.

The initials are C.M.

And it's stained with blood.

Where did you find it?

On my dresser.

What are we gonna do?

I can't go to the police.

I can't tell anyone.

What are we gonna do?

Let's run away.

Let's get away from here.

It's the only way.

Do you know where God is?

You surprise me, brother.

God is here,

he is there,

and he's everywhere.

And he's fishing down by the river.

Hey, buddy.

You got a 100 Lira to spare?

I've got 50.

It ain't much but it'll do.

God.

Oh, for Christ sake, Godfrey.

Godfrey, not God.

What the hell is wrong with Godfrey?

Think of something else to call me,

something less appropriate.

If you're gonna call me God,

at least you can call me God almighty?

God almighty?

What do you want?

Just slumming.

Slumming my ass.

Mmm, come on.

How many did you catch?

Four.

Nowadays the water's so polluted,

they're too pitiful to eat.

You catch them, all you wanna do is

put them in the bed and call the doctor.

Hey, Jerk Off!