Mania

When the dark shadows of the night obscure our vision of the world...

Only then will the mysterious abyss of the subconscious...

unleash the uncontrollable forces of the unconscious...

and no one will know where reality ends anymore.

أو (جنون) إنتاج إيطالي ـ 1974

- I can't see the road. - Do you want me to drive?

- What difference would it make? - I thought you were tired.

You've been driving all night.

I don't want to go crazy. Lailo, don't ever leave me.

I need someone who will always be with me.

Of course, Lisa. You know I love you.

Listen, you've got to control yourself. There's nothing chasing you.

- It's all in your imagination. - I'm not crazy.

If I eat, if I drink, if I drive a car knowing what I'm doing...

- That means I'm not crazy! - I never said you were.

You're just anxiously tied to someone who isn't here anymore.

Tied to some sort of insane vision.

He's gone, Lisa. Try to understand, he's gone.

But I can feel him. Here, close to me, alive!

Present, to the point of obssession.

More than if he were alive, Lailo!

It's embedded in my brain, the house, myself...

and him, always so full of enthusiasm.

Calling me from his research laboratory.

Lisa!

Come.

With this radiation I can control a bee and stop it in mid-air.

It's my first successful experiment on a living being.

The important thing is to centre the radiowaves on the nervous system.

In other words, I can control living matter.

Once I perfect my instruments I'll be able to cure any illness in the human body.

Brecht, this is all so wonderful.

Mankind might even erect a monument to you one day.

But me? When will I be able to talk to my husband like a normal wife?

Any time, because you're always in me. Like the first day.

In a way that only you know.

Do you how long it's been since you kissed me?

I don't know.

All I know is that it's you who taught me to love life.

And that you're the source of inspiration for all my work.

You're marvellous!

Germano would like to know where you want to put the new roses?

Excuse me, dear.

It's so interesting! Did you do all this, professor?

Yes, me.

I admire you so much.

Thank you.

Every detail, every moment, every word I said to Brecht invades my mind...

to the point of destruction.

Lisa.

Lisa!

- You've got to accept it. - I'm not looking for acceptance.

Brecht was a genius but unfortunately he's dead.

And you, you still talk of your teacher Brecht with so much affection.

Are you sure you don't love me because I was Brecht's wife?

She had no morals, she wasn't the saint you thought she was.

That's why I risk going mad.

I cheated on him with his twin brother.

I cheated on him with anyone. Out of rage, but I don't know why.

An insane frenzy I've always had in my blood.

I liked pitting people against each other, it was my way of insulting love.

Infuriating others to infuriate myself.

And I didn't even have the decency to hide it.

One day, something happened that perhaps almost masochisticly I wanted to happen.

I saw Irina. Her worry turned me on.

I realised that Brecht was looking for me.

And it all excited me absurdly.

Lisa!

No, he mustn't see them. He can't come up.

- What's going on, Erina? - Nothing, Professor!

- Let's go back downstairs. - Where's Lisa?

I don't know. I don't want you to see her!

- You mustn't suffer, Professor! - Tell me where my wife is?

Don't go up there!

Let go of me!

Lady!

Shut up!

Watch out, Lisa!

Let me drive!

Brake. Let's see what happened to them.

- They might need help. - No, I'm scared!

- They just lost control. - I don't care.

I don't want to talk to anyone. I don't want to see anyone.

If you go any faster we'll go off the road.

- And don't think! - Well I'm thinking, I'm thinking!

I can't survive without thinking!

How can you stop your brain from thinking?

I try, but it's not working. I wish I could tell you, Lailo...

that after he found out I'd betrayed him...

Brecht seemed to have only one thing on his mind.

To comfort Erina.

The poor girl had lost her voice from the trauma.

She was reduced to a deaf and dumb mute.

Brecht couldn't get over it.

It infuriated me.

I wound up hating Erina because of Brecht's indifference to what I'd done.

I felt strangely betrayed by his silence.

- That car's following us! - Let them overtake.

No!

Slow down.

Slow down or I'll steer us into the rocks!

Slow down!

- They're still behind us. - Slow down and let them overtake.

I can't believe it, it's empty. There's no one driving.

The driver probably leaned over to pick something up.

I don't believe in ghosts. They're going.

Satisfied?

Perhaps you're right. I'm hallucinating.

It was just a coincidence.

It's following us and it overtook us again.

Is that a coincidence as well?

Is that a coincidence as well? Is the driver leaning over again?

No, it isn't a coincidence. It isn't a coincidence!

It isn't a coincidence!

Lisa!

Overtake and pull over!

Lailo!

No!

I don't want to stay here. I'm scared!

Look out!

Who's there? Who's driving that car?

No one.

Only one man was capable of that.

My husband.

- But he's dead. - That's right, he's dead.

I could have saved him. I watched him writhing in the flames.

I had the keys to the outside gate.

I didn't even use them to let Germano in.

I waited there, still, as Germano ran all around the basement.

But he got to Brecht too late.

I just stood there, watching him.

The thought of him dying excited me.

I can't open it. The key doesn't fit.

How's that possible?

There's something stuck in the lock.

Luckily it hasn't been bolted shut.

Katia!

- Madam! - What's wrong?

What's going on?

Why did you leave the key in the lock?

It wasn't me! A gentleman came who knocked three times.

He kept saying he was mistaken.

He left this for madam but I didn't leave the key in the lock.

Don't open it!

I hardly think there's a bomb inside.

I don't know...

Why?

Why?

- Why did you accept it? - I didn't know.

Why?

Why?

You know who that man was. You know!

You know who he was!

To overcome this state of anxiety that torments you...

you must find the courage to spend a few days in the villa...

where your husband died and is buried.

In other words, you'll have to come round to the idea...

that dead people normally remain in their graves.

- Is there no other way? - No.

Because the fear is inside you, not outside.

I'm scared, doctor.

Between fear and madness I believe it's easier to overcome fear.

You might get a positive shock in a few days time...

that will reintegrate you back to normality.

I'll come and visit you to check up on your progress.

- I'm scared to go back home. - What are you talking about?

I hate that house. I hate my life.

Madam, you're perfectly fine. The doctor said so as well.

- You just need to go back to the villa. - What if my brain explodes?

Madam. It will pass, madam.

I feel like a murderer who must return to the scene of the crime.

You're not a murderer. We'll discuss your leaving tomorrow.

- You must go as soon as possible. - It has to be tomorrow.

If it's the only way to stop me going insane.

And you'll be with me.

It's an enchanting villa.

We'll have a delightful time.

She left this morning. She also left me her keys.

- Has she left or gone out? - She's gone, doctor.

Along with the governess and quite a few suitcases.

Who are you looking for?

- I asked you who you're looking for? - Somone who lives here.

I'm the owner.

Wasn't this poor professor Brecht's villa?

Yes, but professor Brecht wasn't poor.

Or course, sir, but I meant poor as in deceased.

A man like professor Brecht lives on after his death.

- I'm Germano, his twin brother. - You're right.

- His wife should have arrived today. - I haven't seen her since the fire.

But she was heading here. She should have arrived some time ago.

She's a poor mute.

Help!

Open it! Open this gate!

- Open it! - Why should I open it?

- Open it! - What authority do you have?

I'll throw you and that wheelchair at this gate if you don't!

- Would you? - I'll do it!

In that case, I'd better open it.

Mind you don't get bored, you've chosen the wrong place for a quiet evening.

Why did you open it?