The Editor

Come here, yes,

come here, oh, yes...

You b*tch!

I'll kill you, I'll kill you,

I'll kill you!

Don't even try to move my clear,

you're completely paralyzed.

You might remember my friend,

the Brazilian Wandering spider.

He's very aggressive,

highly poisonous.

Not even your handsome boyfriend,

Arturo, can save you now.

Damn!

Another jump cut.

I wouldn't make such mistakes

if it weren't for...

I think the piece

you want is at the bottom.

Here it is!

Thank you, Bella.

Say, why don't you try cutting

it in this time, uh?

No. I can't. I'm not ready.

I'm still a student.

Don't be silly.

You're my assistant.

Please, give it a try,

why don't you?

If you were my student,

I'd say that's A+ work.

You see that there

on the screen, Bella?

That's as close to living

as you and I will ever come.

Aren't we living now?

If this is living I want

no part of it.

Bluuuuuuuuuhhhhh!

Oh, sorry, editor.

I didn't know it was you.

I thought you were Veronica...

BQO!

Well done, Claudio, scaring the

old editor half to death.

If he ends up in the morgue,

how will our film

ever get finished?

0h, really?

And if you scared me to death,

the lead actor?

How then would the

film be finished?

Oh, Claudio.

I wasn't really scared.

Honey, I'm in our home.

Can't hear you,

I'm shaving my legs.

I'm sorry, it's a little...

Late.

That's what time it is.

You lost track of time again,

editing that crap.

It is my work.

I must do it,

no matter how long it takes.

It's filth.

Francesco hasn't

made a decent film

since I stepped out

of the spotlight.

Well,

you're still in my spotlight.

And what of Claudio?

Did you see him today?

Claudio, Claudio, Claudio.

Every day you ask me

of this young man.

He's nothing but a foolish boy.

He's magnificent.

He's an artist.

You could never understand

the passion we have.

You're not an actor.

And what if Claudio were

to suddenly die, huh?

What then?

How dare you say that?

I would cry. I would cry, cry,

cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry!

I would never ever stop crying!

You stupid cripple.

Lights.

Camera.

Action.

No, not her. Why'd it have

to be her? No! No!

She's dead.

Don't worry. We'll catch the

killer that killed her.

Arturo, she was a dancer.

She was the best,

the best, the best!

Snap out of it, man!

She was a hell of a dancer,

damn straight.

Babe, babe, babe.

Come on. Watch!

But an even

better drug addict.

A hairy little man.

Let me guess...

You're out here thinking

of killing yourself too, huh?

Well, let's just say we

saved each other then.

Terrific, no?

Yes, very good, Claudio.

Now, perhaps you use

some of those moves on me...

Veronica, I'm watching me,

not you.

Veronica, there is more.

There's more!

A mannequin, ha! I knew it!

A tape player! Of course!

Arturo, you've been hit!

All in a day's work, partner.

Now let's get one of those

cold beers.

No, my scene.

The editor's going to kill me.

That was his work print.

Don't worry about that

silly little man.

He can cut it as many times

as you like. He's pathetic.

I guess you're right.

I'm sorry, Veronica.

I just don't want to cause any

trouble for the studio,

you understand?

What was that?

Who's there?

It's nobody.

Stop resisting me.

I've heard these old studios

have ghosts,

and I'll be damned if

I let myself see one.

Ghosts?

Oh, Claudio.

No, please, leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

Hey.

Coffee, Mr. Ciso?

No thanks, Bella.

It's really weird. I went home

last night, did I not?

Yes, Mr. Ciso. You left

just before I did.

I need to speak to

the man in charge.

That would be me,

Francesco Mancini.

Do you know who the last person

was to see these two alive?

No, I don't know. I didn't know

they were still in the building

last night.

I knew Rey was there editing.

Alright, who's Rev?

That's the cripple,

the editor...

Rey, introduce yourself,

damn it.

I'm Rey Ciso.

You saw these two last night?

I don't remember.

I remember seeing Claudio.

He was dressed as the devil.

The devil?

Yes, Satan himself.

- Right here, sir.

- Oh, yes, the dark lord.

How does this go again?

Oogagaga. Sort of a thing.

Did you see anything suspicious?

Uh, not that I recall. They

kissed as lovers should,

and I left them

in an embrace.

And who found the body?

That was my actress,

Margarit.

Ah, yes, Margarit.

I believe I know her.

And the film in the projector...

Giancarlo! Why has this body

not been cut down?

Couldn't find a ladder, sir.

Good boy.

The print in the projector.

That's a film being shot here?

Yes, it was one of the

editor's work prints.

Interesting how that name

keeps coming up.

Editor, how did they get their

hands on that, I wonder?

- I have no idea.

- You sure of that?

Christos!

What? Can't you light

a simple match?

It's these damn wooden fingers.

I see that.

Yes, well. Until my boys are

done bagging evidence

and I've had a chance

to sort through it,

I'll be keeping my eye on all

of you. Everyone's a suspect,

so I don't advise any of you

to trust one another

until I've found

the guilty party.

And I will.

Hysterical blindness.

Not the first case I've seen,

but it's not too common either.

A woman's eyes weren't meant to

see such things, you understand?

Is it permanent?

Will she look

that way forever?

- What way? How do I look?

- Hard to say.

She'll need plenty of rest,

though.

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