Watch Me When I Kill (Il gatto dagli occhi di giada)

- If you've got change, it helps. - I haven't got it.

- Telephone token be all right? - Yeah, give me a slug. It'll do.

Bye.

No, it's more than that. It's got me scared.

This is the third letter I've gotten so far.

How long is this going to go on?

No, no. I've got other worries, too.

That's probably the thing to do.

Good- bye, Esmeralda.

Man: I'll mail the orders on my way home, Doctor, so if there's nothing else?

No, run along, Santori. I'll close up.

You should be thinking about getting some rest.

You're working too hard.

Can I get you something? A coffee?

No, that's all right. Nothing, thank you.

Well, if you say so. See you in the morning then, Doctor.

Mm- hmm. Good night, Santori.

Who's that?

Who's in here?

Woman: Oh, a farmacia. Would you stop at that drugstore please?

I won't take long.

We're closed.

All I need is aspirin. Please do me a favor.

I said we're closed.

Don't worry, lady. She's slow, but she starts.

Oh, help! Help!

Come here! There's been a murder!

They've killed him. Oh, my God...

Driver: What happened? Hey, lady, what happened?

Woman: Doctor Dezzan! They've killed Dr. Dezzan!

Oh, God.

Woman #2: Has anyone called an ambulance?

It's too late for an ambulance. Better call the police.

Driver: Come on, lady, let's get going.

Why should you want to get mixed up with this?

- Do you suppose it was a robbery? - Could be. I don't know.

You've got to admit she's right for it.

She's almost through. Come on.

- Listen, Michele. - (applause)

I really don't feel like it. Count me out.

Oh, cut the bullshit.

Listen to me, baby, we got it made.

Well, that was better than last night.

Better? I thought it was worse.

- Here I am again, Mara. - Hi, Michele.

- That was beautiful. - See you later, Paulo.

- Marvelous. - Thanks!

Carlo, I haven't seen you for ages. Where have you been?

- I was away for a while. - Well, Mara, did you read the script?

No, I honestly haven't had time to look at it.

Well, get busy.

Our pal Carlo here has written some beautiful scenes.

Has he? Has he more brains than you have, dear?

I wouldn't go that far. Look, Mara, I want you in the cast.

- I know. - Now, wait... read it.

Give me a couple of days to think about it, please, Michele.

- Say a week? - I hope you'll say yes.

Well, we'll see.

Oh. Mara?

We've written a major part especially for you.

She's a woman of mystery and beauty and fascination.

We must have you in it.

Let's not be too hopeful. I don't like being pushed.

Male voice: Mara... Mara...

Oh, Lukas.

My, you're really quite a sight for sore eyes.

Hasn't anybody tried to reform those habits of yours?

Oh.

So, how you been?

Mm. Six months.

Didn't know you cared.

- Oh... - You've been staying out of trouble?

The same Mara, the bitter cynicism,

breaking my heart with her callous laughter.

Been listening to soap operas, from the way you sound.

The same buffoon.

Aren't you getting fresh?

A bit, yes. But I'll take the chance.

- Still smoking those cheap cigars. - Yeah, but I don't inhale.

Let me take off my costume without your face here.

- That's right, I've never seen you bare. - Mm. Out.

Sorry, there's no smoking here.

- Almost ready? - Mara: Just a second.

Everybody's on your back this evening, eh?

Paulo, sorry, but I've got to beg off tonight.

I thought we had a date. What's the story?

Mara: I know, but my friend and I have things to talk over.

- Your freedom comes first, huh? - Uh- huh. Yes.

- I'll be outside. - I'll only be a second.

Now, Paulo, don't be angry. Ciao.

Want me to see your etchings?

No way?

I don't like to be watched while I'm etching.

Night.

Fuji pooch.

Fuji! Now, that's enough.

- Come on! - (barking continues)

Oh!

Ciao.

Now I got to fling my cigar out?

Out by the elevator, you'll find two trunks of mine.

And save the wise cracks.

Hey, I still got my neighbors there, spying on me.

You are full of shit. (laughs)

But I like you.

Well, are you going to keep me in suspense, or may I stay?

- Of course you can. - You forget.

Ah, the trunks.

Everything's the same as it was, including the smell of expensive cigars.

Hey.

Well, have you decided that life is zilch if you're not living with me?

More soap opera.

It's just simply that I need a place to hide out.

How's that grab you?

It stimulates my curiosity.

What's going on?

You know, I'm in danger.

Somebody's trying to kill me for one reason or another.

Ah! The private eye, am I?

Okay, sister, let's have the truth, the whole or nothing but.

- Will no one save me from your jokes? - Okay, just talk.

We'll talk some other time.

Why don't you put some music on?

Okay.

- Do you expect to be all morning? - No, it'll only take a few minutes.

Ah, good morning, Signor Carmen.

Morning.

Be seeing you.

Mara: That neighbor of yours is a funny one.

That's the first time I've seen him with a woman.

- Oh? - Well, that's what he likes.

Woman: Dezzan had called me about the letter several times,

and even on the day of the murder, he telephoned me, frightened.

I've never heard a man so beaten down, so tired.

He wanted to visit me.

Oh, if only he'd had time to.

Awful to be murdered that way.

Don't blame yourself for the murder.

It might have been just coincidental, don't you see?

It's not coincidental, and that's that.

They're exactly like the threatening calls you've had, my dear.

Oh, that's happened before.

In my line of work, Esmeralda, it's to be expected.

I've got enemies.

It could be that somebody is just trying to frighten you by calling.

Somebody who knows things.

Hello?

Beg your pardon?

But who's speaking? I must know your...

(man shouting, woman screaming, dog barking on telephone)

Did you hear that?

They hung up.

Those strange noises all over again.

Do you really still think it's coincidental?

I don't know. I don't know.

You mean, you don't have any idea who the person is?

Man: No, none.

Could it be somebody who's putting you on?

No, it's completely serious.

Too prepared.

Mysterious barking,

a confusion of voices, maniacal music.

Somebody who's really planned on pestering me.

- You record calls coming in? - It's a habit of mine.

Well, of my profession, as a matter of fact.

Play the recording, if you would.

See if you can't make something of it.

You understand these machines.

I wonder, could you decipher anything?

It depends on the frequency. I doubt if it will be too difficult.

Oh, well, how much time do you think it will take?

The studio's only a couple of minutes away.

- Come along and we'll hear it. - All right, I'd be glad to.

I think they're all on one and the same frequency.

Why don't you try filtering it?

Lift it to 20.

Lift to 20 again.