Death Is Beautiful: Michele Soavi Directs Dellamorte Dellamore Page #5

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Good morning, Engineer!

Miss Chiaromondo, I'm not an engineer.

-Are you or not the watchman of this cemetery?

-Of course I am.

You are therefore an

engineer. By the way...

Which of these do you think

would be better on my tombstone?

-Both.

-l like the opinion of a handsome young man!

Goodbye, Engineer!

Good morning, cutie!

But that's the phone

book! Are you crazy?

That is my favourite reading!

We have the new ones but we don't

have to throw the old ones away.

These books are classics!

-Gnaghi!

-Gna!

Stop killing the dead. They're mine.

lf you don't want the

dead coming back to life...

why don't you just kill the

living, shoot them in the head?

Are you listening to me?

-Hello?

-This is the Town Hall.

-Franco, how are you?

-Bored. Am I disturbing you?

-No, you never disturb me.

-Just called to talk about the scandal.

-Gnaghi, the door!

-All that crap. What did you say?

-What the hell was that?

-Nothing, I'm just working.

-What?

-You know, daily grind.

You're telling me. Sometimes

l feel like shooting myself.

How's everything in your life?

How are dear Mara and Cinzia?

Sometimes I wonder if

they really exist, Franco.

l mean, you do have a wife

and daughter, don't you?

l only ask 'cause...

sometimes I think you've made it all up.

Franco, you do make me laugh.

You'll get out one day.

-Buffalora will be nothing but a bad memory.

-Yeah, or maybe not.

lf only I could get unstuck.

l feel like a fly on fly paper.

You'll see, Franco.

Mara's going to get tired of you.

And Cinzia will grow up to

hate you. Then you'll be free!

Free to see what the rest

of the world looks like.

What do you think the rest

of the world looks like?

-The rest of the

world? -Uh-uh.

Who knows if the rest

of the world even exists!

At times I get ahead of my work.

Work!

Dellamorte!

Dellamorte!

Gnaghi!

Francesco Dellamorte...

Where were you between

11 and 12:
30 last night?

ln bed.

Any witnesses?

l was talking to my friend Franco

on the telephone and I fell asleep.

-What happened?

-Some f***ing maniac killed seven people in town.

More work.

Well, you got to go to jail

unless you have an alibi.

-Why?

-Your car was seen driving around the streets last night.

-lmpossible. No one can drive that wreck apart from me.

-Actually...

l don't think it was you. l

think it was your assistant.

-Gnaghi can't even roller-skate.

-Neither can l, so what?

l want to question him immediately.

God, the weather's gone bad.

Please...

-Let me talk to him first.

-Tell him to come right out, will you?

Don't you ever clean that

place? Jesus Christ, it stinks!

When all is sad, when you're

alone, it feels so bad.

You wait again for love to start,

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