Deep Red (Profondo rosso)

DEEP RED

Great!

Really, that's good. Very good.

Maybe a bit too good.

Too clean. Yes, too precise.

Too... formal. It should be more trashy.

See what I mean?

Remember that this sort of jazz

came out of the brothels...

...and this phenomenon, as the latest studies confirm,

is not limited to superior species

but includes vertebrates and invertebrates as well.

Butterflies,

termites, zebras,

all these animals, and many many others,

use telepathy to transmit orders and relay information.

This is a proven fact that can easily be demonstrated.

For instance, if we put a butterfly in a cage, within a few hours,

it will be able to gather many other butterflies around it

which will quickly swarm in, in answer to its call,

even covering a distance of several miles. This is telepathy.

The faculty comes naturally to the newborn in the early stages of life

but they lose it as they acquire means of verbal communication.

On the other hand, certain rare individuals,

for reasons as yet unknown to us, do not lose this inborn factor.

One such exception is Mrs Helga Ulmann from Lithuania.

who's been living in this country for the past few months.

This lady has extraordinary powers of telepathic.

And an natural disposition for paranormal phenomena that is truly astonished.

Mrs. Ulmann.

I would like to point out immediately...

that my faculties have nothing whatsoever to do with magic,

the esoteric or for-telling the future.

I can see things the very moment they occur...

but nothing of what is to come.

I can feel thoughts the very instant they are formed.

And even much later,

...if the sources are very strong.

...for they linger about the room...

...like cobwebs.

You, sir.

Yes you, in the third row, you had your right hand in your pocket.

And you're clutching a bunch of keys.

Four keys, one of them very long.

It's true. Look, they're right here!

Your name is Pietro...

Pietro...

Excuse me for pronounce it badly... Valgoi?

Yes, Valgoi, that's right.

Mr. Valgoi, excuse me. I would like to ask you something.

Do you know Mrs Ulmann by any chance?

- No. - Is it possible you could have met her before?

Or can you think of any other ways Mrs. Ulmann could have known your name?

No. How could she? I live in Bologna. I only arrived in Rome three hours ago!

No, it's impossible.

Good, thank you, sir.

No, no!

Out! Out! No!

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

There is something...

...someone.

No, I don't know what it is. Forgive me. I'm sorry.

Helga?

It was, I can't explain.

Something strange and sharp,

...like a prick of a sword.

It upsets me.

Please forgive me, but it's all right now, thank you.

I can feel.

Death in this room.

I feel a presence.

The twist in mind... Sending me sword...

A sort of... murder sword.

Go away!

Mrs. Ulmann. Here!

You...

...have killed

and you will kill again!

There a child singing.

In that house,

...death,

...blood.

All blood!

Ahh!

I'm scared, I'm scared!

Helga Ulmann, everything all right! It's all right!

We must... hide everything,

...everything in the house, back the way it was.

No one must know, no one! No one!

Forget it. Forget it. Forget it....

...forever... forever.

You're sick?

Anything I can do for you? You want me to get some help?

It was all so clear, so frightenly clear.

Like a thorn piercing my brain.

I heard all those twisted thoughts,

cruel and yet childish at the same time.

How odd. Before, in front of the audience,

I couldn't express all the sensations that flooded my mind,

but at home I want to write it all down.

I'll let you have it tomorrow.

You may use it as you see fit.

Because, you see, now...

I also know who that person is.

What is it?

- What's the matter? - No, it's nothing.

Those evil thoughts, they must have stagnated in here.

Just now, they come to me again.

I'm sorry. It seems a suffer to me. I don't understand.

I really need some rest.

I'm feeling very tired.

Shouldn't we talk about that right away?

Yeah. I'd like this article to be published while I'm still in Italy.

Yes, I am alone.

Yes, I am a bit jumpy, but don't worry.

We'll talk again tomorrow?

Hinno, Marc!

Hinno?

What that person means?

A client told me a while ago in the bar.

He said it's a Tahitian word.

Or was it Madagascar?

Excuse!

I'm so damn drunk, I can't even remember!

Anyway, it means...

alla salute, cheers, à votre santé, skåI!

Listen, Carlo, when I was in America I met a lot of people like you.

You go on the way you are, and you won't last very long.

Who says I want to last?

You're just swallowing self-pity.

Uhm.

Self-pity my ass!

Listen,

...as long as I'm drunk...

...I'm as happy as a lark!

And I play better too! Yeah.

For me the piano is a beautiful woman,

...and I just love to tickle her badly.

Cut it out!

Speaking of pianos, my half hour of fresh air is up.

Self respect to the old grand, you know.

I don't croon me for aging voices.

Yeah, come on, up! Up!

- You know what? - What?

The difference between you and me is purely political.

You see, we both play good piano, right?

But I am the proletarian of the keyboard,

...and you're the bourgeois.

You play for art... and enjoy it.

I play for a survival.

It's not the same thing.

My, my, my! We are expanding our philosophies this evening, aren't we?

Yeah, I just thought of it. I'm done because I'm drunk, I expand into a genius.

What was that?

A scream, I'd say.

Maybe somebody's getting raped.

I drink to you, raped virgin!

Bye, Marc.

- Bye. - You take care of yourself, okay?

Five blowns, three wounds.

Apparently from a hatchet or a butcher's cleaver.

The victim seems to be about 35 to 40 years old.

She has abrasions and cuts all over her body.

So, you're a foreigner, then?

Yes, I was born in London

but I lived in America for several years before coming here.

And what are you doing in Italy?

I'm a pianist. Jazz. I teach here at the conservatory.

- I teach jazz. - And you play the piano, right?

So, in that case you don't have a job, right?

- I told you, I'm a pianist. - Yeah, sure.

So, then, that's your only job.

Playing an instrument isn't a job? What is it, a joke?

What are you saying? No, I would never say that.

In fact, in my family I have a cousin who plays the...

What?

The violin.

Okay, so I get now a couple of shots on the window.

Please xerox what remain on the floor.

Very strange, huh?

Yes.

Let me ask you something. Did you move anything,

or change something around, or take anything away from here?

You're crazy! We're very careful not to move a thing.

Why? Is something wrong?

No. No. I mean just a little impression, maybe.

- Sorry, are you going to ask? - No, the victim.

Here, please!

Did you know her?

I have already told you, I live upstairs. Her name was Helga Ulmann.

- Captain? - Uh, yeah.

- All right. Brown raincoat. - Thank you.

Lets hear more about the murderer's raincoat. Huh?

Just wait a minute. I didn't say the murderer was wearing it.

All I said was that I saw a man with a brown raincoat...

- ...walking away from the building. - Oh.

Good evening. Hi, everybody!

No, no, no. Get lost! You can't come in here.

Why not? With a crime like this, the first thing you do is call the press.