4 mosche di velluto grigio (The Four Velvet Flies AKA 4 Flies on Grey Velvet) Page #3

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I'll go over to the main gate.

No! Please don't leave me. Someone's after me.

They're going to kill me!

Nothing's gonna happen.

- Yes it will! Please! Oh god, no!

- Hi, Roberto.

- Hi, Dalia. How come...

My little cousin is taking a vacation.

She's going to be staying with us for a while.

- If I'm a nuisance, I'll go.

- Don't be stupid. I'm delighted.

Dalia, come and listen to this story.

It's called 'The Rape of Frankenstein.'

- Why right now? How come Dalia is here?

- She just showed up.

You know how she is.

Would you rather I send her home?

Yes.

No, it's ok.

Just when the others went home.

Keep dropping in without warning.

What's more, the maid's disappeared.

I haven't seen her since this morning.

This Austrian psychiatrist is giving the baron the

lowdown on why his monster's so bloodthirsty.

It's 'cause he's got no sex life. The beetle frustration.

Causes the homicidal impulse.

The baron figures this head shrinker knows

what he's talking about, so back to the lab.

This time his monster's gotta have... sex appeal.

Unfortunately the baron overdoes it, and the

first thing the monster does is try to rape him.

The baron escapes in the nick of time.

But he's bugged by the thought that...

...maybe this monster's queer. No way!

Now in the village the word is out.

"The Frankenstein monster will rape anything in sight."

The local farmers scour the countryside.

And so does the local schoolmarm.

Not a day over seventy, she rips off

her bra and panties and rushes out.

More willing than able to sacrifice

herself for the sake of science.

- What's with you lately?

- Nothing, why?

Come on, Roberto. Something's wrong.

You didn't even show up for rehearsal today.

I was busy.

Hello? Yes, that's right.

No.

Yes, I see.

Yes, certainly.

It was the police.

They found the maid with her throat cut.

They said... it was a maniac.

Tomorrow I've got to go to the police station.

I'm scared. They're out to get us.

And it's not blackmail.

They want to kill us.

I don't know how you can stand living here!

Knowing that they're somebody coming

and going whenever they want.

Spying on you. Following you.

Just waiting to kill you.

What can I do?

You've got to make up your mind.

Either we leave here,

or you tell the police everything.

Just remember one thing. I killed a man.

As frightening as it sounds,

you think about it.

I'll get fifteen years.

His name was Carlo Marosi. I killed him.

Hello? It's me.

See you at my place, huh?

Yeah well, I think you WILL be there.

I'm pretty fed up with them, see.

I read the newspapers too, you know.

This time somebody really got killed, right?

I wanted a son. Not a weakling like you!

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