Who Saw Her Die? (Chi l'ha vista morire?)

- That's it, I've found one. - Me too.

- Yes, but I got here first. - No, I did.

No, I did.

- We need something to cover its head. - Your hat.

- No, Nicole, not my hat... - Your hat.

Stop it, Nicole.

- Where are you going, Nicole? - I'm leaving.

Catch me if you can.

- No, Nicole. Come back. - Catch me.

Nicole, come back.

I'm going hide, I'm going hide.

Here, I'm going to find you.

Nicole, where are you?

COLD CASE UNKNOWN MURDERER

Did you like the plane?

Are you glad to see me?

Pigeons...

I'm here.

Just a moment.

Your mother's on the phone.

How are you, Elizabeth?

I'm fine, thanks.

She arrived here alright.

You don't have to worry about it.

Don't go away. Here she is now.

Wait a moment.

There are hundreds of pigeons to play with.

And Venice is much more pretty than I'd imagined it.

And you know...

I think Daddy was very hurt because you stayed behind.

So what if people do think my editorials are foolish?

Nobody here wants to face up to what I'm writing about.

Venice is a dead town. There's nothing to do here.

And yet it could become another Las Vegas...

with casinos, concerts, cinemas, plus art galleries, theatres.

Don't you see? We could make things really start happening around here.

Now, that's my vision of a new Venice.

Come off it.

I have visions of Venice sinking...

with just the rooftops left showing above the water.

And then I imagine a white sail-boat blowing along on a breeze with me on it.

It sounds more like one of your fantastic sculptures.

By the way, aren't you working these days? I haven't seen any of your stuff around lately.

I send all the pieces to Beirut for that show at Serafian's.

I hear you finally joined Serafian's little entourage.

There's no point in fighting that man. He always gets his way.

What happened to your face? Woman trouble?

It was an accident.

I was fencing yesterday morning without my mask.

Could you play it again?

How would you like to come and see how a newspaper is printed?

Why not?

I want to listen to the music.

I'm not exactly a lady killer.

- I want to fly. - You want to fly?

Pigeons.

Your Majesty.

Father James.

- Franco, how are you? - Couldn't be better.

No wonder with the fantastic write-ups you're getting.

- Yes, I was lucky. - I'd say it's your talent more than luck.

Father, I still have a few sketches to give you for your charity sale.

God bless you for it.

- This is my daughter. - You have a little girl?

- I'm surprised. I never see her. - That's because I don't live here.

I live in London.

A real beauty, isn't she?

- Like her daddy. - You mean like mummy.

Where'd you and your daddy end up going yesterday?

To Murano. I watched them make glass.

Do you know my mummy?

When I smile, am I beautiful?

You're beautiful even when you don't smile.

It's amazing.

She's Elizabeth all over again.

Completely spoiled.

Why didn't she come to Venice with Roberta?

We seem to be getting further and further apart all the time.

Well, anyway, that's not what you dropped in to talk about.

I almost forgot...

Serafian has returned from Beirut.

And Gabriella asked about you the other day.

Why don't you call her?

While Roberta's here in the house? I can't. Just don't have the time.

I'll break it to her gently.

A vanilla ice-cream, please.

Got you.

You frightened me.

Young ladies who insist on eating ice-creams are too grown-up to be frightened.

Serafian's waiting inside.

What's your name?

I'm the Lone Ranger. And daddy is my faithful horse, Silver.

- It's a small world. - This is getting to be quite a habit, isn't it?

You know, we were talking about you just now.

I'd watch it. He's feeling more stingy than usual this morning.

Trail ends here.

I was just pondering how the artist today

protests that his work has no ties with past tradition.

But that's very wrong.

Artists, essentially, are the mirrors of their age,

as Rembrandt was and Monet.

And since we are aware that history repeats itself,

isn't it obvious that the same themes recur in art,

the same modes of expression?

The artist therefore merely records, he does not create.

- Well, can we discuss my non-creations? - By all means.

Look, Serafian. I've received an invitation to show my sculptures in Paris.

Do you think you can handle the arrangements for me?

Perhaps I could. I know everyone in Paris, and it wouldn't take long to organise a show.

I can't spare you.

I do not intend to argue with you.

Please don't mention this again.

You never change, Serafian.

Always the same sweet, generous, warm human being.

Forgive this unpleasantness.

Now then, take a look at the reviews of your show in Beirut.

You know how much I adore you, Ginevra.

Because I'm the only woman you are capable of making love to.

Because you're the only woman I've ever really wanted.

How many times must I tell you,

- we are taking too many chances. - But you said this wouldn't change anything.

- But suppose he knew that... - Be quiet.

Here is the cheque for the pieces I sold.

I hope this won't be the last one.

You must come with me to Beirut the next time.

Since the first show has been such a splendid success,

you'll be quite the lion of the art circle.

- When is your birthday, young lady? - In February.

Then your zodiac sign is Aquarius.

What is an Aquarius?

A constellation of stars that appear in February.

Will it bring me good luck?

You're a very fortunate girl.

Your turn.

- Egizia, come on home now. - Just five more minutes.

Don't you answer me back, young lady. I said come home.

- You should be doing your homework. - I don't wanna do my homework.

I don't care what you want to do. I'm telling you what you're going to do.

There you are. They're nice and fresh today.

Do you know what that is?

It's a telephone.

Would you like to go dancing?

I'll wear a red rose and paddle a gondola made of gold.

Of gold?

Only the very best for a little princess with fire-engine hair.

Now, if you'll hang up the receiver, I'll show you how to eat it.

- Don't you believe me? - No, it's only a shell.

Watch the way I do it.

Inside there's a tiny snail.

Go on, try it.

Don't you want a snail?

I don't like it.

How do you know you don't like it until you taste it?

I can tell by the way it looks.

- What else do you want? - A cake.

- I want to play. Can I? - Not now.

Very well.

Can I play?

I missed you.

My daughter.

Don't worry.

Come on, let's go to my place.

Well, you could've telephoned at least.

Come on, Gabriella, it's been less than a week.

Look, darling, if you don't mind, I got a lot of work to do.

You want to get rid of me?

But you don't want Roberta to see me.

- True? - Don't be stupid.

You can't expect a little girl to understand these things.

What about big girls?

There's no need to get mad.

I'm getting mad because I love you.

But that doesn't make the least bit of difference.

You're the one who kept on saying you didn't want to get involved.

Go to hell.

Give me back my necklace.

Maria, have you seen my daughter?

Egizia, where did Roberta go?

I think she went to Claudio Zardin's house.

Where does Claudio Zardin live?

Can you tell me where Claudio Zardin lives?

Number 21.

- What is it? - I'm looking for Claudio. Is he home?

No, he went over to see his cousin.

No. That's not where he's gone, Mother.

This is Thursday night, and on Thursdays he plays basketball.

Go over to the gymnasium, son.

- The one Father James runs. - I tell you, he went to see Cousin Gianni.

Do you know where I can find Claudio Zardin?

Over there.

Which one is he?

The one standing on the chair with the ball.

My ball.

- Do you know where Roberta's gone? - I don't know her.

But you were with her from what I hear.

It's not true, I wasn't.

- Where'd you get that? - That's mine. Let go.

Where did you get it? It belongs to my little girl.

Tell me where Roberta went. What happened to her?

What's the matter, Claudio?