Short Night of Glass Dolls (La corta notte delle bambole di vetro)

Oh, my God!

What are you looking at?

Do you think I killed him? I found him like this.

Dead as a doornail.

You stay here. Don't move. I'll call an ambulance.

Put him here.

- An accident? - No.

I don't think so.

There are no traces of blood.

- What happened to him? - I don't know.

They found him unconscious in some part of the city.

He's dead.

Dead?

I'm dead?

It can't be! I'm alive!

Can't you tell I'm alive?

I have to make them understand.

You!

Listen to me!

Look at me!

Maybe I'm sleeping. I have to wake up.

I have to move a finger.

I have to!

Don't leave me like this! Help me!

Help me!

I only found this passport and some loose change in his pockets.

He must be a foreigner.

What's his name?

Gregory Moore.

Born in Springfield, Illinois...

...December the 6th in 1931. American citizen.

Address?

- I don't find it listed. - Give me that.

It's under permit of residence: 16 Vodichkova Street.

- He's a journalist. - Cause of death?

Cardiac arrest.

State very clearly that he was already dead when they brought him in.

Why? Is this new?

Otherwise the papers could pin it on us.

- Bring him to the morgue. - I'm alive!

You can't do that!

That's it.

Now, write this down: An English trenchcoat.

Underwear and undershirt. Socks.

A white shirt.

Pants.

A wristwatch.

And a pair of shoes.

Now look at them.

- They're new and expensive. - What shall I do? Record them?

- Or not? - Record them, record them.

I don't want to get fired for a pair of shoes.

Strange...

He doesn't feel as cold as the others.

They could have closed your eyes at least. Now I can't close them anymore.

Come on.

Have you noticed that the workload has increased?

It did.

But the pay didn't.

This can't be real.

It has to be a nightmare.

I can't feel a thing even though it must be cold in here.

What happened to me?

Only my brain is still working.

I have to remember. So I'm Gregory... Gregory Moore.

That I know. But what else?

"This is not a real and proper organization.

The members of this group neither have offices...

...nor a public relations department.

They get together from time to time, however...

...to discuss the state of the nation."

Jacques, the hat.

"This morning they were arrested...

...for publicly criticizing actions of the government...

...in regards to interior and international politics.

They were... They were claimed mentally insane...

...and locked up in a mental asylum...

...to be forcedly treated with therapeutic measures...

...for an unspecified period of time."

Is everything clear?

- Alright. Bye. See you tomorrow. - To the morgue.

You will go to the morgue with your damn vodka.

Oh, I'm going, I'm going. But you be careful.

The heart attack will get you too sooner or later...

-...if you go on like that. - Due to the women or the work?

Well, now I'll bid you farewell. Mira is coming.

Damn you, drop dead.

Here's a flash that looks interesting.

It seems like this night somewhere in Siberia...

...they tested a new type of missile with a nuclear warhead.

- Don't you communicate the news? - I'll do it tomorrow.

It's better to wait for a confirmation.

- I'll communicate it right away. - Give me the telex when you're done with it.

- Bye. - Always leaving, huh?

Will I see you at the press conference at the presidential palace?

No, I've got other things to do. I'll employ the services of Jacques.

"Cherchez la femme."

Oh, excuse me, Jessica. I forgot.

- Mám tĕ rád. - I love you too.

You're starting to make progress. Have you found another teacher?

Right. One for every country.

- For me? - A present.

I could hardly wait for you to come back.

Even now that we're together I'm afraid.

I'm afraid that you might leave as suddenly as you appeared.

What are you saying? Why should I leave all of a sudden...

...when all I've waited for is to come here, to you, for a few days?

I don't know why...

...but our meetings always feel so temporary...

...of anxiety.

As if someone or something must come between us?

Maybe.

You're right, I feel the same.

You know, sometimes when I try to think about my life in one or ten years...

...it's like - I don't know - like walking between two walls...

...that won't let me imagine anything, or hope for anything.

Then I feel like I have to run away and come here to you.

Because you can make my fear go away.

Luckily he got it and left me alone.

Madame? Monsieur?

- He was a colonel. - Excuse me.

This is an exclusive specialty of our restaurant.

It's good, you'll see!

I trust you...

Don't be scared, madame, a fireman is standing by.

- Madame... - Thank you.

Monsieur...

Merci.

Will you be sad when you have to leave this city?

Yes, sure.

It seems so timeless.

It's attracted by both East and West. Its stillness is magic.

It's our city, Gregory.

- What time is it? - 4:30 a.m.

We're out of cigarettes.

This apple smells so good.

I like your present, you know?

They're beautiful, right? It's a strange species, though.

They make little jumps but they can't fly...

...even though they have these beautifully colored wings.

- We have lots of them. - Are you finished with the lesson?

How much longer will you stay?

I don't know. Three more weeks maybe.

- And then? - London.

Do you really think you can take me with you?

Do you think I can get away from here?

Everything I imagined for the two of us I want to come true.

Advocate Valinski can help us.

And one way or another you will come with me.

- Kind sir, I won't be able to repay you. - No?

However, I could express my thanks in a... more pleasant manner.

- Do you accept? - Accepted.

That must be Jacques.

Maybe he changed his mind.

Gregory?

Is all this really that easy for you?

No, but it's very important for me.

I'm beginning to remember.

Mira... Mira...

Hey, you! Can you hear me?

Is it like this for you too?

Maybe it's always like this when you're dead...

...and we can't go back to tell the others.

No, I mustn't give up!

If you had joined the police instead of going into journalism...

...maybe I'd now have a beautiful colleague.

You'd like that, commissioner, huh?

Ours are not that beautiful.

I think my true vocation would be banking, however.

Our friend Shoenbat could help you with that, if you want.

- No, no, thank you. - Right, Shoenbat?

Gregory, where have you taken me?

This looks like a wax museum!

Among these mummies are important people from half of Europe.

Politicians, bankers, perverted people... Interested?

No, thanks.

- Bonsoir. - Bonsoir.

He looks familiar. Who is he?

Franz Tibor, a famous pianist.

- Good evening. How are you? - Fine, thank you.

This is Mira Sherkova.

I would have never believed you were a compatriot.

Maybe you don't seem to be because you are so elegant.

Naturally you will be aware that Gregory is about to leave us.

Sure, she'll come with me.

I hope that you will help us, advocate.

I've always believed that journalism is a job that's particularly difficult for a woman.

No, on the contrary.

There are many advantages for women in our field of work.

- All doors open so much easier for us. - My door is always open for you.

It's easy for a banker to be gallant.

I, however, could open my door for a confidential piece of news.

Would you like that?

Yes, sure, sure. Excuse me for a moment.

Now let me introduce you to some fascinating people.

- Professor Karting - My pleasure.

Dr. Polonski and his wife.

Mr. Solobov from the embassy.

And this gentleman, who's looking at you, is Mr. Kuman.

- Pleased to meet you. - He's already in love with you.