Autopsy (Macchie solari)

Hurry up ladies.

284 columns, 18 meters high, and...

(speaking in foreign language) Michelangelo

in six poses, (speaking in foreign language).

How much?

3,000, (speaking in foreign language)

It's too much, give him half, I'm an American too.

Oh, really?

Lucy, Lucy, she's American too.

Taxi, taxi!

Wait, where you going?

I'm not late?

You want the cab or not?

Go on, get in.

Anyone seen the police doctor?

Ah, yeah.

Thanks a lot.

You got through, didn't you?

Bramo, bring me over a lens will you?

Send that down to the lab

and use the same procedure on the other one.

Is that clear?

Yes.

Then go home

I'm exhausted, I'll see you tomorrow.

Ivo, give Dr. Sanna a hand.

Sure thing doc.

Brains leave me cold, but if you're interested

in a little warm meat doc, I'd be glad to oblige.

And modestly speaking, I'm well endowed.

Let's see it.

If I like it, I'll take it home.

No, no, no, not like that.

I only got one and I'd like to keep it.

Hey doc, what do you say if I brought it over one day huh?

A little home demonstration.

Doc you oughta go home, you look dead on your feet.

Go on, do yourself a favor.

Careful how you extract the bullet.

We've been getting nothing

but complaints from the coroners office.

Doc?

Chief wants you to take a look at this one.

Just came in.

He's an ugly looking bastard to.

You ready?

Stupid.

Well, that was a lousy evening, wasn't it?

Why don't you forgive me?

I'll forgive you this time, but the next time I won't.

You can't play around with corpses, it's not funny.

Well I can't play around with you.

Invite me up for a drink.

I told you until I finish my internship I'm on ice.

Like scotch on the rocks.

Okay, I'm warning you though, don't wait.

Got ya.

What are you doing?

Are you crazy?

Yeah, about you.

You're delicious.

How about if I give you a ride home tomorrow?

Good night.

Hey, ice cube.

You forgot your homework.

You leave your pictures in my car,

people will think I'm a pervert or something.

Toss it.

Nice catch, good night.

Who is it?

You don't know me, could I talk to you a minute?

Hi, I know it's an awkward time to disturb someone

but I saw you out on the terrace and.

From where?

I'm up on the third floor.

Actually I wanna borrow an envelope.

Thank you.

So you live upstairs.

I must say, one of my fathers girlfriends

used to stand out like ray of sunshine.

Here it is, here's your envelope.

Orange?

Oh it'll do I guess, thanks.

But I don't know you're father, who is he?

Some divine man?

My father, he's a funny man with a weakness for Americans.

Blondes, brunettes, and red heads.

My mother was the first, American of course.

May I take?

Mhm.

Thanks.

What did you say your fathers name was?

I didn't say, but it's written

on his door in great, big, block letters.

Johnny Sanna, you're his guest didn't you know?

No, I didn't really.

Why a girlfriend gave me the key in Florence

and she just said when you go away put it under the mat.

When are you going away?

Tomorrow, home, Pennsylvania.

I've had it with camping out in strange apartments.

It stinks.

Don't tell me you get your kicks from this stuff.

My interest is purely professional.

Are you a doctor?

That's right.

You must be pretty smart, I wish I'd met you earlier.

Do you mind if I stay a little longer?

Maybe I ought to tell ya something?

It's sort of a secret.

I mean, you're an American aren't you?

I'm only half American.

But if I can help you...

Is that upstairs?

Sounds like it.

I'll be right back, wait for me.

Hello?

Yes, it's me.

No, not now, I don't feel like it.

Ciao.

Wait.

I'll open the gate for you.

Easy boy, stop pulling.

Dangerous to go out this late Miss.

You want me to call you a cab?

No, thank you.

You get your kicks from this stuff?

Some divine man?

Hey, look.

You bitch.

All right then?

Of course.

It's you again.

Gonna be a son of a bitch today.

Already I can hardly breathe.

Gonna be a lot of broiled lobster on this sand.

You watch and see.

Got a fanatic over there.

Must have been here to watch the sun come up.

Pistol at point blank range,

through the throat and upward.

For my money, it's a suicide.

We'll have to get an ID first.

The boys down at records couldn't help.

Could we try and get a photo for the papers?

That's your department Ivo.

Can you make her recognizable?

I can't promise a thing.

If she'd a stuck her head under a train

she would have come out looking prettier.

Oh man.

Jesus, what a waste of natural talent.

Well, another case for your thesis doc,

and she even took the trouble to be beautiful.

You think so?

I don't think so.

If she did she wouldn't have shot herself in the face.

Who is she?

Who knows?

No identification.

All she had with her was a beach bag

with a couple of flimsy dresses, no purse.

Come on, sweetheart.

Now uncle Ivo's gonna put your eye back in

and make you all beautiful again.

There, that's better huh?

Good morning.

Hi.

You're already out of breath?

I'll teach you to get smart with your father.

No!

You're all wet.

Ah, I thought you were the new attraction around here.

I was going to pick you up.

Ah, really?

Come on, I'll buy ya lunch.

I've got a funny feeling you're in some kind of trouble.

Who, me?

Why?

It wouldn't be the first time.

Do you realize it's been such a long time