The Monster (Il mostro)

The same hand has struck again.

This time the victim is a nurse.

What can I say? Yet another defeat: our 18th.

Are you sure it's the same murderer?

You only have to look at the body, or what's left of it.

Was it rape?

The word "rape" is a euphemism.

In the Cervazza St. murder five years ago...

two parts of the body were never found.

- Which ones? - Guess.

Let him through.

It's always the same motive: sex.

He's a pervert. His tastes range from 15- to 60-year-olds.

Nuns, prostitutes, housewives, senior citizens, the unemployed:

He'll take whatever he can get his hands on.

When his erotic urge is unleashed, there's no stopping him.

But don't imagine him a horrible, repulsive creature.

He's probably your ordinary, everyday man.

The problem is, behind his mask of normality...

Iurks a depraved rapist.

He's a sex maniac disguised as a respectable citizen.

He's a monster.

- Loris, have you finished? - Pascucci.

- You forgot the trimmer. - No, I placed the dummies. There it is.

And the chain saw?

I was just going to the garage to get it.

If I were you, I'd put one here,

and the other...

Who invited her?

Behind you. The nymphomaniac.

Don't turn around.

What nymphomaniac?

Wanda, the nymphomaniac. She'll have sex with anyone.

With anyone?

What do you mean, "anyone"? Do you mean anyone anyone?

Exactly. - I'll be damned!

Don't turn around.

What do you need to do?

Nothing. A smile, a wink and--

She always wants to do it. First, she acts the lady, then--

- Where is she? - Behind you.

She's sitting next to the red roses.

Near the red roses, right behind me.

Near the red roses is a nymphomaniac ready to--

Loris...

You're not thinking of--

- Are you kidding? - She does it with everyone.

Look, I gotta go. Did you unload the dummies?

I was on my way.

They're in the van.

I thought I'd put the dummy with the chain saw here.

Another up here and another down here.

I trust you. Just bring them back to the storeroom.

Claudia, what's the matter?

I don't know. Someone... something...

put his-- put his--

It's best I leave.

Good evening, madam. Sorry about before.

Someone told me that--

Stop!

Help me!

Motherfucker!

Madam, don't leave me alone with this chain saw from hell!

Cunt! How do I stop it?

His eyes... much scarier.

Much, much scarier!

And his mouth... much uglier.

This is Professor Taccone, an expert in criminal psychiatry.

It was terrible. Just look!

I can't bear to think about it. No more questions.

Just one: choose one of these balls.

- Which one? - Any one. Don't think it over.

The white one.

You can carry on.

The white one means she's a victim. What did he do?

She was at a party. Suddenly she felt an octopus's grip.

It slithered around her private parts in ten seconds' time.

- Ten seconds isn't enough. - Let me finish.

She went into the garage.

The pig was waiting for her, sweating like a turkey...

a chain saw right at his crotch!

- How typical. He's our man. - Obviously.

She fell and he chased her with the saw.

He was in the throes of orgasm as he shrieked...

"Stop, you motherfucker! You bitch!"

Come here.

It happened in the same place.

Eighteen murders.

This was intended to be number 19.

- Let's arrest him. - We don't have enough proof!

I want to catch him red-handed!

That's him!

My God, it's him!

He is my nightmare.

This man has disturbed my sleep for 12 years.

I want to know his every tooth, every single hair on his head...

what he does, what he eats, drinks, where he lives, how much he earns.

Even what he dreams about.

I want to know everything about this monster.

Loris, not bad, but try to understand:

Chinese is not just a language, but a way of being.

I want to learn everything, even the dialects.

With a few technical words you'll pass your exam.

They are all you'll need for the job.

Professor, if this Chinese company hires me...

the first thing I'll do is pay for my lessons.

It's only fair.

Then I'll pay you back the 100,000 lire you lent me.

To be honest, I only lent you 50,000.

Really? You only lent me 50,000?

Then, can I have another 50,000 to make it 100,000?

I've got the 100,000 in my head.

Let's continue.

The four seasons.

The twos times table.

Please. Please!

Some silence, we're almost through!

Madam, some manners, this child!

Leave alone my Barbie!

Silence, please!

Good. Then, these final minutes to give you

the results of last Thursday's voting.

So, in favor 422. Against, 1.

The sitting closed. Loris, speak up.

We're in democracy.

Any tenant can speak.

So, tell us, Loris.

Anyway, the majority has decided.

The works will start within six months, with the same firm.

I will be instantaneous.

I was saying, I will be instantaneous.

I am accused of having a behavior not consonant

with the civilian democratic coexistence in a condominium,

which I expound hereafter.

Article 1:

I am accused of sticking chewing gum into the peepholes of condominial doors.

To confuse the letters in the condominial mailboxes.

To clean my shoes on the mats of other tenants, and, beloved colleagues,

to take possession

of the condominial light bulbs for private use!

And, far worse, to write and send anonymous letters

to the here present, and beloved, manager.

It is not true. It is not true!

Beloved colleagues, as to the last article,

given my vote against placing

in the garden of the statuettes of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs,

I'm accused of stealing one of the seven dwarves,

in the precise connotation of the dwarf named Bashful.

But I don't even know who he is, Bashful. Me, steal Bashful? Come on!

Beloved, loving colleagues.

Let's be reasonable.

It's true! I confess: I voted against.

Against placing in the garden Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs,

in that now historic meeting.

I voted against since the eight million and 100.000 lire

of expenditures budgeted by the here present manager

for Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs, seemed to me a thievery, a robbery, a swindle!

Gentlemen, estimated wonderful friends,

here we need fresh air!

We need freshness! It takes cleanliness, serenity!

In one word: a new manager!

A new manager, someone...

a manager...

who will knock down the condominium fees to 30% at most,

who will create new parking spaces in the condominium,

who will organize parties on the condo terraces, so as to have fun at night!

Someone honest, clean, clever, clear, crystalline, guaranteed, a guarantor!

Gentlemen!

Gentlemen!

It is with extreme humility, with very extreme humility,

that I stand

as the new manager! Calm, calm!

Stop! Hold him, he'll kill me!

No, if you want to talk, give back Bashful!

It's you who stole Bashful!

You're a thief!

Thief! Thief! To voting! To voting!

Sue Ellen, no! Sue Ellen, no!

Yessir! I insist on my candidacy as the new mana-a-a-ger!

Help!

Underdeveloped jerk!

Fuck the majority!

Please come this way.

Careful. The apartment is rented out at the moment.

But it will soon be empty.

Look at the terrace.

The view is just wonderful.

I'm very reluctant to sell it.

- It's very nice. - I know.

How about the tenant?

Don't worry. He'll be leaving.

Come into the living room.

This is the living room.

Excuse me.

My cellular phone.

Hello, Gloria. How are you?

Sorry to bother you. I'm looking for Antonello.

How the hell are you?

It's nice to speak to you.

I can't come because a pipe broke in my bathroom.