7 Women and a Murder (7 donne e un mistero)

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It's further ahead.

The first street you see on the right.

Your luggage, miss?

Take it to the front door, please.

Good morning.

- Good morning. - Are you Miss Susanna?

Yes. And you are?

Maria, the new maid. I'm delighted to meet you.

Oh, yeah. He told me about you.

- Who did? - My father.

- Did he? - Yes. In his letters.

Leave the luggage here. I'll take it in later.

- Thank you. And Merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas to you too.

We expected you at lunch.

I know, but I managed to catch the earlier train,

so here I am.

May I come in?

Please.

Rachele...

Mrs. Rachele...

I'm the tax collector.

You idiot!

- Hi, Grandma. - Hi.

We'd known since you were little that you were an idiot, you idiot.

How are you?

How do you think I'm doing? I'm here.

- I look and wait... - You wait for death. Yes, we know.

Yeah, keep teasing me. I'd love to see you at my age.

Do your legs still hurt?

It's not my legs. I'm a burden to everyone, you know.

I always have to ask for everything.

I can't do anything on my own.

Maria. I'd like my pills, thank you.

Yes, ma'am.

How's it going?

- It's going. - Nothing ever changes, does it?

Never.

- Mom! - Susanna. What are you doing here?

Weren't you going to get the noon train?

Yes. I took an earlier one.

- And who brought you here? - I took a cab at the station.

You've changed a lot.

It's only been six months since my last visit.

Yes, but you're different.

Maybe it's Milan.

Yeah. Maybe it's Milan.

- You've been smoking. - No!

Yes, you smell of cigarettes.

- Cigarettes? - Yes.

It must have been the cab driver. He smoked all the way here.

Well...

Is Dad in the garden?

No, what garden? He hasn't left the house in days.

Why? Is he sick?

No, he's not sick. He got lazy.

Go wake him if you like.

- Alright. - He sleeps over there.

- In the guest room? - Yes, we got used to this.

Right.

He snores so loudly. He was driving me insane.

- Ma'am. - Thank you.

- Have you met Maria? - Yes. She opened the door for me.

She's been with us for three months now.

Shall I make breakfast for Mr. Marcello?

No. Let him rest some more. Thank you.

I haven't eaten since this morning.

Could you make me something?

- Of course. - Thank you.

How is she?

Well, considering we picked her in a hurry

because Adele was gone,

she's alright.

Her cooking, though...

She uses too much salt, too much oil, too much garlic.

- She's from the south. - Alright.

Doesn't it bother you, someone like that?

From the south?

No, Mom. She's beautiful.

- So? - So I don't know.

You wake up in the morning and she's in front of you.

Adele was a beautiful woman too.

Yeah, but Adele was 70.

- Was she? - Whatever happened to her?

She'd gotten obsessed with cleaning the windows.

- Windows? - Yeah.

And we all kept telling her, "Careful, you're gonna fall..."

- And? - She fell.

- She fell? - Breakfast is ready.

- What are we having? - Oh! Am I not having breakfast?

- Did you make it? - Yes, obviously.

A woman full of qualities.

You should see her when she peels apples.

She peels off half an inch. There's barely any apple left.

But she's not the one paying for them.

Who's paying?

Are you implying something, dear?

No, I would never.

Bonjour, maman.

Aunt Agostina!

Hi, Susanna. Welcome.

Good morning, sister.

Good morning.

How are you?

Your sister kept the lamp on late into the night,

and I couldn't sleep.

Auntie, lies will send you to hell.

Caterina!

- You are the devil. - How come you're already here?

I took the earlier train. I wanted to spend time with you.

I missed you.

If you'd slept at night, you wouldn't be so worried about me.

If you turned off the lamp at night, I could sleep.

If you didn't go to the bathroom 25 times, you could fall asleep.

Thanks, Mom.

You can't even go to the toilette here?

Come on, Auntie. Don't be upset.

It's this little girl.

She enjoys tormenting me. The devil is inside her.

Well, that's normal. It's Christmas Eve.

I can't wait for midnight.

Well, it's time to wake up your father.

Maria, could you bring him coffee? And tell him that Susanna is here.

Yes, ma'am.

Mr. Marcello?

I see Auntie hasn't gotten much better.

Ah, no. She's still got such an acid tongue.

- She does. - No answer.

- Ma'am, he's not answering. - Just go in. He's half deaf.

Maria?

- What's going on? - What was that?

- What happened? - Mr. Marcello...

- He's... - He's what?

He's dead.

What are you saying?

He's got a knife stuck in his back.

- Auntie! - No...

Mom, Marcello...

- This cannot be! - Calm down.

This cannot be!

- I can't believe it. - Mom...

Mom...

It's stuck.

I locked it.

No one is to enter that room until the police arrive.

Are you mad?

- We can't contaminate the crime scene. - Caterina...

- Give me that key. - No.

Give me that key!

- Caterina... - Give me the key.

Your father may still need us.

Dad doesn't need anyone anymore.

Dad is dead.

No...

Maybe the killer's still here.

Auntie!

Auntie!

Auntie.

- Aunt Agostina? - Agostina, wake up.

Try these.

No. She's not waking up.

My Heavens! What was that?

- Smelling salts, they work wonders. - The room is spinning.

- Maria... - No, this is Susanna.

Pardon.

Maria, can you call a doctor, please?

I'm afraid I fainted.

- Yes. - No, this is enough.

You think we'll keep looking after you now Marcello's dead?

Mon Dieu...

Marcello is dead?

- Oh God. - Leave her.

She'll be quiet for a while.

Poor Marcello.

Lately his business wasn't going well.

But I never thought he would go this far.

Sticking a knife in his own back? I don't think he did it himself, Mom.

I've read somewhere that depression...

Ladies, I understand you don't want to hear this.

But Mr. Marcello... was murdered.

We must call the police.

Oh, yes, Maria. Great. Good thing you're here.

At least you still have a little bit of clarity.

Good. Yes. Mom! Stop drinking.

What?

I've just lost my son-in-law.

I'm going to call the police.

- Someone cut the phone wire. - What?

- Listen... - What was that?

Caterina's shutters. I'd recognize them anywhere.

- I'm gonna close them. - No, Caterina, wait.

It's dangerous. The killer might still be here.

Oh! God, a heart attack. Oh my God. A heart...

Someone has to go upstairs.

To close her shutters!

Are you sending the youngest?

- I just got here. - So?

I'd love to go, but...

I get it. I'll go.

Maria.