gatto nel cervello, Un (Nightmare Concert) a.k.a A Cat in the Brain

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A woman...

hacked to death with an ax.

Her face...

cleaved in half

Another strangled.

Yet another hanged.

Someone chopped to bits...

by a chain saw.

Or drowned in boiling water.

A throat torn out by a maddened cat.

Burned alive.

Buried alive.

Tortured

Scalded

Stabbed

Sawn in two,

Crucified.

Decapitated

Buried alive.

Stabbed. Sawn in two,

Decapitated.

Devouring the remains,

Slashed by a razor

Killed. Smashed

Someone chopped-

Burned alive.

I love you so much I could eat you

just what I'm about to do.

We are gonna eat our mistress.

That's it. Good, good

Move in for the close-up.

That's it. That's it.

Stop!

Not now. Later. Listen.

Print this take and the third.

Filippo. Filippo!

Right here. What is it,

time to break already?

Yes. I'm gonna have lunch

at that big restaurant.

- You wanna come with me?

- Oh, no, thanks. I have to stay here.

I need to keep an eye on things

during the set change. Okay?

- Okay. See you later.

- Don't overeat. See ya.

All right, everyone, lunch break.

Lunch break.

And don't forget. I want to see you

all back here in one hour exactly.

You got that? One hour sharp.

Thank you.

Why am I smoking?

I don't enjoy it any more.

It's bad for me.

- Mr. Fulci, how are you today?

- All right.

- Like a piece of fillet steak?

- Fillet steak.

Fillet?

No. Fillet, no. Fillet, no.

In that case, I've got this for you.

Can't beat steak tartar.

Doesn't that look appetizing?

Steak tartar, no. No.

- Not tartar.

- it's tender. Freshly minced.

No. Gigi.

Mr. Fulci, what's wrong?

No, no.

It doesn't look real to me yet.

We must do something

about those eyes.

Get 'em out of my sight.

They're revolting.

Very well. I'm so sorry!

- Pick 'em up.

- I hope my eyes didn't crack.

This is terrible.

Mr. Fulci.

Good morning.

Katya.

What do you want, Egon?

Katya.

We've got to talk.

To talk.

Don't be so pathetic.

What do you want to talk about?

Katya, I'm your husband.

I can't live without you.

Don't remind me.

Anyhow, it doesn't mean anything now.

it's only a matter of time.

Go and open the door.

Can't you hear the bell ringing?

That's Lilly's job.

Go on.

All right, I'll go.

You can go in now.

Marya, this is Lilly.

Guess who just walked in as a patient.

Yes, that director. Yes, the one

who makes all those horror films.

I will. You never know.

Maybe he's looking for girls

to act in his new movie.

Yeah, sure.

I'll keep you posted. Bye.

My dear Mr. Fulci,

I think I understand your problem.

Now you say the first manifestations

of your illness...

have been the fear of hamburger

and gardeners.

Well, professionally,

I'm a movie director.

Horror films usually.

I filmed a pretty nasty sequence

yesterday.

During the lunch break,

I went to a restaurant.

I ordered a steak.

And when I saw the meat, I...

I was totally...

I was totally overcome

with a sense of repulsion.

And this morning

I saw a gardener sawing wood.

He was using a chain saw.

The same type used in a scene

we shot in which...

we used a type of red paint

instead of blood.

The man was all red

and I wanted to kill him.

Do you think I'm going crazy,

Doctor?

What you're suffering from

is a type of identity crisis.

What it means is

you're breaking down the barriers...

the boundary between what you film

and what's real.

Dr. Fulci!

I thought you'd never get here.

Dr. Fulci.

- Dr. Fulci, everybody's in there.

- Yes, I know.

- We're all waiting for you.

- I'm sorry.

I had an appointment with-

- Never mind. I'm here.

- Okay, let's go.

- You realize you have a lot to do?

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