La sorella di Ursula (Curse of Ursula)

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- Good morning.

- Good morning.

- Could you send for our bags?

- Certainly.

Here, these are our passports.

My sister Ursula and I require

a twin room. Ideally, the quietest one.

Have you booked?

I didn't think it necessary,

out of season.

We do tend to require a booking.

Room 20 might be available. No.

Maybe...

Yes, room 14.

It's very quiet, just as you requested.

Thank you.

Ursula, don't lean out. Be careful.

Come on, there's glass here.

It feels as if you could

reach out for the sky.

Isn't it beautiful?

I told you not to touch my suitcase!

So sorry! What was I thinking?

Good evening, Miss Beyne.

I'm Roberto, the hotel manager.

I hope you'll enjoy your stay.

- Where is your sister?

- She'll be down shortly.

She wanted to rest for a bit.

She needs rest.

For any particular reason?

A piano, the evening light, the sea -

it's romantic.

- Perhaps too romantic.

- I'd say tempting, rather than romantic.

Yes, but temptation can be dangerous.

Really?

- Where is this music coming from?

- From the nightclub.

A nightclub? I didn't think there was one.

Yes, but don't worry.

It's on the side opposite your room.

It won't bother you.

It has a relaxing atmosphere,

soft music, and Stella Shining.

Stella Shining - what is it?

A woman or a drink?

She's a singer. I keep the nightclub

open for her at this time of year.

You'll see. She's worth it.

- She's beautiful! Really beautiful.

- And talented, don't you think?

- Yes, I agree with you, Mr. Delleri.

- Call me Roberto.

I like to be friends with my clients.

That's enough.

Filippo Andrei, meet my new friends,

Dagmar and Ursula Beyne.

It's a pleasure.

We're Austrian.

We were born in Innsbruck.

Have you been to Innsbruck?

There are many Italians. Our mother...

I hope you're not planning to discuss

our family in a place like this.

I get the feeling that Ursula

doesn't like my nightclub.

- No, it isn't...

- I don't like nightclubs generally.

Ursula found the trip tiring.

I'm the one who insisted she come out.

- Yes, I'm very tired, and I'd like to go.

- Please wait.

I'd like to you meet Stella Shining.

Here's our star.

Meet Ursula and Dagmar Beyne.

Good evening.

- I'd really like to go now.

- Bye.

- Good night.

- Yes, we're really rather tired.

See you tomorrow.

Bye.

See you later.

- Can I have a cigarette?

- Of course, dear.

- Filippo, please.

- I'll spend the night with you.

No, leave me alone. I'm tired.

- Why? Who are you meeting up with?

- That's enough, Filippo. Don't start.

There's nothing that can be done

about it, nothing.

I told you as soon as we got here:

I don't like this place,

and I don't like the people either.

- So you said.

- I particularly dislike Filippo.

I get that. Now take your sedative

and try to sleep.

Terrible things are going to happen.

I see blood.

- Ursula, that's enough.

- Even our father...

You're pushing me too far.

I can't take it any more.

- If you keep on like this, my nerves...

- Here, take this.

Drink this sedative. You'll feel better.

I gave you some before.

I'll make myself some more.

Forgive me.

You'll see. We'll sleep better.

Of course I have a friend. Do you want

to watch me make love to him?

All right, as long as the price is right.

- Now go away.

- Can't I sleep here tonight?

No, I've had a terrible headache

all day.

- So why did you ask me round?

- I wanted a shag.

That's nice.

Here, this is for you.

We earned that money.

But now you must explain something.

Why didn't you shag me yourself

instead of looking on?

You'd certainly have gotten

more pleasure out of it.

No, what do you want to do?

Ursula, darling.

Daggie, it was horrible.

- Horrible.

- It was just another nightmare.

- No.

- Calm down, now.

No, it wasn't a nightmare.

It was worse than that.

It's a beautiful day.

I told you not to greet that man.

- But you never listen to me.

- Enough with all that.

He was nice.

He said hello and I replied.

We were brought up to be polite.

Instead, more often than not,

you're unbearable.

I saw the way he looked at us.

That man frightens me,

and you shouldn't have greeted him.

Put the call through to my office.

What happened?

Something terrible

happened last night.

- Excuse me.

- Come along, Ursula.

- What happened?

- Haven't you heard?

It's already in the papers.

Look at this.

How could anyone go with a man

who might do this to you?

- Where is my sister?

- She'll be right over.

She ran up to the room

to fetch you some medicine.

Don't touch me, please!

- Who are you?

- My name is Vanessa.

It was just a gesture of affection.

- I need a glass.

- No, thank you.

I'm feeling much better.

I just want to leave.

- Would you be so kind as to...

- Ursula, please.

- Well, as she's better now...

- Thank you, Doctor.

I don't know what your plans are,

but I want to leave as soon as possible.

- Maybe this crime...

- It was just another crime of passion.

Such things happen all over the world.

Dear Miss Beyne,

jealously is an ugly beast.

A green-eyed monster,

as Shakespeare put it.

- Jealousy?

- Yes, they've arrested her lover.

The victim was found dead

in her flat.

He was unable to provide an alibi.

That's unlikely. Both you and the press

are just speculating.

Why must you always

treat people that way?

You're rude, unpleasant and hateful.

And you're incredibly selfish.

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