Spasmo

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Got a light?

Thanks.

Wait.

Hey.

But it's a doll.

Hey.

Oh, what a

wonderful place.

Look over there.

There's a Spanish fort.

- Uh-huh.

- Overlooks the whole bay.

Is this where you

used to come with Fritz?

I don't see anything

special about it.

I mean, it's lovely,

yes, but-

You're wrong; it's mysterious.

Besides, we were kids.

I remember one

summer long ago.

We found a dog lying dead.

- Someone had...

- Oh, please.

Someone had

strangled it.

It was a horrible sight.

Made me sick.

- If it wasn't for Fritz I'd have...

- Oh, stop it.

Christian.

There's a dead woman

down there.

Who are you?

What do you want?

I'm sorry.

I thought...

You looked dead

from up on the hill.

What happened to you?

It must have

been the sunlight.

I must have fainted.

I don't remember.

Do you feel better now?

Yes, I feel much better.

I'm sorry.

My name's Barbara.

I'm Xenia and

this is Christian.

What you need

is a double scotch.

That'll pick you up.

I'll get it.

It wouldn't be wise to leave

a couple of women alone.

What made you

think I was dead?

We were talking about a dog.

It was strangled.

So it was only the

power of suggestion.

Perhaps.

Where are you from?

- Well, I'm...

- Christian!

I can't find it!

Excuse me.

Hey.

Where did she go?

Disappeared.

What is it?

Tucania?

What's that?

An Etruscan Nile city,

or a talking bird?

Hello?

Yes.

What about it?

What did you say

that name is?

Tucania.

- Ciao.

- Hey, your bag.

Thank you, darling.

I'll see you later, okay?

Okay.

Hi, everybody!

Hi, sweetheart.

How are you?

- Fine, wonderful.

- Good, lovely.

- Thank!

- Have a drink.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

- You shouldn't say that.

- Come on, honey.

Let's go on the poop deck.

Nice boat.

Nice party.

Nice everything.

Thanks.

Sounds like you're having

a nice boring time.

How'd you know

about the party?

We don't know

each other.

We were just passing by

and saw the name Tucania.

Got curious.

What is it, a bird?

No, a yacht.

Mine.

Do you know Barbara?

Why?

You look at her

like the two of you

robbed a bank together.

- Not yet.

- Got an aspirin by any chance?

Why, don't you feel well?

No, I don't.

Aren't you lucky?

It means I'm now pregnant.

Congratulations.

Have a drink

to celebrate.

Come with me.

I'll give you an aspirin.

Are you angry?

Well, aren't you even

going to ask me

why I left today?

Who's Alex?

Let's say he's a friend.

Rich, possessive, sympathetic,

who's also in love with me.

Poor Alex.

Courtesy isn't exactly

your strong point.

I know.

And yet I like to use

a little courtesy with you.

And gentleness.

And tenderness.

That's funny.

That's not the reaction

I usually provoke.

It's because I like you.

Seriously.

You never give up.

Do you?

That moon doesn't bother you?

There's no moon

in my motel room.

I was right.

You're a sweet, sweet whore.

Okay, let's go.

But you have to shave

your beard off first.

What?

Your sweet, sweet whore

doesn't take any payment,

but she does

have her whims.

You're crazy.

I could have you now, here.

And you'd like it

even with the beard.

I have a razor in my room.

Big, sharp, and sexy.

- What'll you have?

- A coffee, please.

Let's go inside.

Mm?

- You really want me to...

- Yes.

Apart from the fact

that it scratches me,

I'm very suspicious

of men with beards.

Okay, okay.

It's not the first time

that a convict

had to change

his appearance.

What do you do?

Plastics.

I'm the major stockholder

in my brother's company.

Asking too much of you?

I'm afraid you could

ask me for anything.

Well, while you shave,

I'll create some atmosphere,

okay?

Don't put all the lights out.

Everything alright?

Mm.

Second thoughts?

You know what?

You can keep your

lovely beard and leave.

It's really a

very silly game.

No, in fact it's

a beautiful game,

and I'm not going to leave,

even if you threaten to kill me.

Well, in which case,

get started.

I think you're an

exceptional woman...

Capable of miracles.

Close the door, will you?

Do you mind?

- What the hell-

- Quiet.

Just do as you're told.

Look, friend,

whoever you are,

you're making a mistake.

No, friend.

There's no mistake.

That's for the girl.

Listen, about Barbara-

You lousy motherf***er.

You trying to trade back

that little prick beta

in exchange for your life?

Hold it.

You wouldn't,

would you?

I don't want to kill you.

But I want to know why

you want to kill me.

What are you doing,

destroying my bathroom?

What happened?

What's the matter?

I've killed a man

I never saw before.

It's not possible.

You're joking.

I'm not joking.

A man...

I killed a man!

Maybe you...

Maybe he wanted...

Come and see.

Come on, maybe you

know who he is.

- Who he was.

- No.

No, I'm not

coming in there.

We have to

phone the police.

No.

It's too hard to explain.

They won't believe us.

They can't believe us.

First we should decide

exactly what to say.

But I'm not calling the police.

I'm calling my brother.

Maybe you shouldn't call

your brother or the police.

Maybe you shouldn't

call anyone just now.

Oh, let's get out of here.

Let's get out of here and then

we can decide what to do.

- You mean run away?

- Yes.

You said yourself it would

be too difficult to explain.

Come on.

Let's not have a scene, alright?

The setting's all wrong.

- Let's go inside.

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