" Is that you?" " Yes, it's me." "Where are you?" "I'm waiting for you." "It's no use." "What do we have to say to each other?" "Let me at least see you once before you go." "What good would that be?" "I don't know!" "I've thought a lot, Bernard." "We can't leave it like this!" "Please come over!" " No!" " But, why not?" "It's better this way, believe me." "I don't want to come back to you again, like some sick person." "Why do you keep saying that?" "Yes, that's right, like a sick person." "Maybe I do love you, I would like to, but I just can't." "I already told you, I don't feel anything, not for you, not for me, not for anyone." "I feel empty inside, finished." "Please, Claudia, forgive me." "Listen to me, Bernard." " Yes?" " I love you, you know?" "Yes, I know, I know." "I won't forget you." "Hello?" "Hello?" "THE LADY OF THE LAKE" "I had left only emptiness behind me." "I was sick, desperate." "Passing by the lake, I began to feel better." "I told myself everything was normal," "I was going on vacation." "In reality, I was running straight towards disaster." " Mr. Bernard!" "How are you?" " Fine." " Did you have a good trip?" " Yes, thanks." "We were expecting you tomorrow, but you're in luck, it's the off-season." "The hotel is almost entirely yours." "So we can offer you the nicest room in the hotel, the center room facing the plaza." "I'd prefer the room from last year, if possible." "What a shame!" "But if you prefer..." "That was Room 29, if I'm not wrong." "I don't recall." "It was at the end of the hall, facing the patio." "Yes, number 29, on the first floor." "Allow me." "You must be tired." "I see they're remodeling the facade." "That's a shame, the hotel will lose its character." "Unfortunately, we've painted the walls, nothing else." "This hotel is old, it needs a good restoration." "But if I were to follow your advice, my dear Mr. Bernard," "I assure you I would be ruined." "You are a client..." "How shall I put it?" "Somewhat special." "The rest want modern things, everything plastic, televisions..." "Sooner or later, I'll have to remodel everything." "Well, here you are." "If you have to work to do, you'll be more comfortable here." "The slaughterhouse is run by my son Mario now." "He was married two weeks ago, he's still on his honeymoon." " Congratulations." " They'll be back any day now." "What can I say?" "I had to set him up with a butcher shop to be rid of him." "Plus, we needed another woman around the house." "My daughter Irma has her hands full running the hotel." "And there's no one to do the paperwork." "If I were younger, I would've remarried myself." "But at my age, women are a closed chapter." "At 50, you're just now entering into maturity." "Perhaps it's the air around here." "Yes?" "Well, if you say so..." "Ah." "If you need the maid, the bell is just there." " Alright?" "See you later." " See you later." "I had told myself the trip was out of loneliness." "But seeing those photos" "I knew I'd been fooling myself." "Hadn't I really come, just because of her?" "She was a maid at the hotel, her name was Tilde." "Come in." "Did you need something?" "...Yes." "Mineral water, please." "Anything else?" "Yes, I'd like to know No, bring a large bottle, I'm thirsty." "Right away, sir." "Seeing that coat was a relief." "Tilde still worked here, in the hotel." " Welcome back, Mr. Bernard." " Irma." "Were you looking for something?" "Yes, I'm looking for the stairs." "I can't find them... all these hallways look the same, this is a real labyrinth." "The layout is a bit strange but you'll soon find your way around." "If you like I'll show you the way." " And how are you doing?" " Quite well." "Thank the Lord there's no shortage of work and no chance of boredom." "At least, not for me." "Will you be with us long?" "Twenty or thirty days." "To finish some work and relax." "You'll see, once out of the city, you'll be back in form in no time." "Look, there's the staircase." "See you later." "See you later, Irma." "Far from the city and all my secret doubts," "I felt alive again." "The hope of seeing her, and the peacefulness of this place gave me a playful, relaxed feeling which I thought I had lost forever." "What can I say, Mr. Bernard." "My job is deadly dull a small-town newspaperman always editing stories of no interest." "Once in a while, some tragedy occurs... the lake is treacherous, you know." "And what happens?" "Maybe some suicide, perhaps but then there's nothing to do but keep quiet when faced with the mystery of human nature." "Did you know this town has a very interesting history that few know?" "The lake hides the ruins of a town." "Yes, I know, doctor - I used to see it from my boat as a boy." "I didn't know." "I thought you had arrived here only a short while ago." "No." "I came here many summers from the age of ten until I was seventeen." "I visited with my mother, my aunt and my cousins." "I don't recall the lake ever appearing in your books." "No, I've never written anything autobiographical." "It's difficult to look inside oneself honestly, eh?" "How is it that you're here out of season?" "That's exactly why I'm here." "My memories here are the subject of my new book." "Though one never writes the book one wants." "Excuse me." "But..." "But Mr. Bernard!" "Tilde!" "What do you want?" "Francesco, don't you recognize me?" "Mr. Bernard!" " What a surprise, how are you?" " Well." " When did you get here?" " Just today." " Staying at the lake hotel?" " Yes." " And you're here to work." " Yes, of course." "Congratulations on the Paris award." "You must be pleased." "It was a great success." "And what do you think of my book?" "Have you read it?" "Of course I've read it." "It's very interesting." "But frankly, I wasn't totally convinced." "It seemed to me you were afraid of not finding an answer for everything." "You're right there." "But the critics said just the opposite." "I'd love to discuss it with you." "Not much I could tell you." "You know?" "I've always had a strange mistrust of lakes." "But this one has always fascinated me." "You recognize him?" "It's Mario, the son of the hotel owner." "His wife is very pretty." "A foreigner." "A lonely and very rich woman." "I waited all day to see Tilde." "I was sure she was going to appear." "But why had that woman I followed been wearing her coat?" "Why?" "There's all kinds, Mr. Bernard!" "They'll say anything!" " How goes it, everything alright?" " Yes, thanks." "If you need anything, anything at all..." "Perhaps a special dish, a certain wine..." "Tilde..." "That pretty girl that was here last year, doesn't she work here anymore?" "No, Mr. Bernard." "Tilde is dead." "Dead?" "Yes." "She committed suicide with poison." "One morning last December." "But, why?" "We never knew." "She was like a daughter to us." "Dad, we have clients." "Excuse me." "I thought you'd like to have a coffee." "Would you like anything else?" "No, thank you." "No, no." "I didn't want to leave but the news tortured me." "My peace was gone." "Tilde no longer existed, she had killed herself." "No, I couldn't believe it." "But why?" "For what reason?" "Who had Tilde been?" "The memory of that Sunday last winter obsessed me all night." "Damn you!" "Damn you!" "Swine!" "I'll see you all in jail!" "Damn you all!" "Good morning." "Up so early?" "Why didn't you tell me that Tilde had died?" "You didn't ask me about her." "Anyway, I thought you knew." "It was in all the papers." "Why did you hide it from me?" "Mr. Bernard, You wouldn't understand." "You don't know the rumours that flew around about that girl's death." "I prefer to focus on my display cases and my photographs." "What rumours?" "Well for one thing, the way she died." "She committed suicide with poison." "Not just poison." "What do you mean?" "But, Mr. Bernard, everyone knows about it." "They found poison in her mouth and stomach." "But her death was caused by a knife cut that slit her throat." "That is, a somewhat strange suicide, don't you think?" "It was horrible." "Any why didn't Mr. Enrico say anything to me?" "What did he tell you then about her death?" "Yesterday afternoon" "I asked him about Tilde, I wanted to give her some photos from last year." "I didn't know anything." "But why would she kill herself?" "No one knows the truth that lies hidden behind that death." "Except Tilde." "And perhaps someone else." "Come with me." "Please, Mr. Bernard." "Don't tell anyone what I am about to show you." "And anyway it's no proof that would stand up in court." "Come closer." "Look." "This is a photo that Tilde took with some friends." "She brought it to be developed a few days before her death." "She's the one in the middle?" "Yes, that's her." "Notice anything?" "Yes, of course." "The outline of her stomach isn't normal." "Even if she were leaning back." "You're right." "She seems pregnant." "Several months pregnant." "Anyone could see that." "Perhaps it only appears that way." "Tilde wouldn't have killed herself over such a thing." "Actually, I never said she killed herself." "Are you saying that someone may have killed her?" "I'm not the only one in town who thinks that way." "Though no one dares say a word." "Mr. Enrico is very powerful, and very dangerous." "So, you think it was him." "I didn't say that." "But the knife was his." "It all fits nicely if you believe Mr. Enrico was her lover." "Something I suspected even while she was alive." "All told, quite an ugly tale." "But the police there would've been an investigation." "Naturally, they investigated." "But it was found that there was nothing mysterious." "A banal suicide, it was said." "A woman's crisis." "The autopsy even found that Tilde was still a virgin." "Money talks, my dear Mr. Bernard." "Tilde was no virgin." "You say that because you just saw the photo?" "No." "Well then, how can you be so sure?" "I know." "One Sunday last year, I followed her to the hotel and saw her making love to someone through the blinds." "Who was the man?" "I couldn't see his face for sure." "But it couldn't have been Mr. Enrico." "In fact, I'm sure it was not him." "What was he like?" "I only saw his hands, his back." "He seemed strong, young, he wouldn't have been more than thirty, thirty-five years old." "Perhaps it was just her boyfriend." "Perhaps that's why they killed her." "She had no relatives?" "Just the father." "An alcoholic who raised her in misery." "He lives in the mountains now, like a vagabond." "When he comes to town it's to get drunk or make a scene in front of the hotel." "Like last night." "Find him, take me to him." "I want to discover everything about Tilde." "You've come back for her?" "Yes." "Just for her." "Is there a problem?" "The gentleman says this isn't fresh." "But, Mr. Bernard!" "I don't like how it smells, take it away." "That can't be, it was caught in the lake just this morning." "Let me order you something else, would you like steak?" "No thanks, I'm not hungry." "I'm sorry, very sorry indeed." "His ambiguous figure, his sensuality, disgusted me." "Tilde couldn't have been his lover." "I couldn't believe it." "Mr. Bernard." "My apologies for before." "These things are important to the hotel and to me personally." "Not all service providers are honest." "It's nothing." "I should apologize." "I don't feel well, I'm not hungry." "Must be the change of air or the altitude, it's quite notable here." "Happens sometimes." "Do you need anything in your room?" "Tilde had a boyfriend?" "I don't know." "Why do you ask?" "She was very pretty." "Yes." "Very pretty." "Good night." "Good night." "Those words, the emotion with which he said them, seemed to bear out the hunchback." "But I couldn't accept that possibility." "I was afraid." "So who was Tilde then?" "What was she really like?" "Her memory haunted me." "You're sleeping." "But I..." "I..." "I can't sleep." "Our pride, all our hopes, dashed!" "I can't take it anymore!" "I'm frightening even myself!" "My father didn't kill Tilde, it wasn't him!" "There is..." "There's something..." "Something very powerful hanging over me and all my family." "Something that drags us toward disaster, all of us." "You have seen it." "We have no more guests." "Everyone avoids us in this damn town that we built up from nothing!" "You already know why." "Our family name has been dishonored." "It was me!" "Yes, me!" "I found her!" "Help us, help us please!" "Our name, disgraced..." "Our name, you understand?" "Our name!" "I wanted to see where she was buried, as if that would help explain her death." "I felt empty, lost." "But when I saw the photo" "A suspicion came over me, dark and violent." "I saw her and at first didn't recognize her." "But then I did." "It was her, Adriana," "Mario's wife." " Mr. Bernard, you have mail." " Thanks." "So tell me," "Are you happy with your stay so far?" "How's the work going?" "Come tomorrow morning." "I've found something." "And a writer like you should enjoy some fishing at the lake." "Francesco." "What did you say?" "If you work is going well." "Yes, very well." "I'm so glad to hear it." "She's doing better." "Adriana, my son's wife, she's not well." "The typical newlywed crisis." "What can you expect, she's foreign, and has to get accustomed." "Oh well!" "Your key." "Can I send anything up to your room?" "No, thank you." "Goodbye." "See you later." "You mind telling me what we're waiting for?" "You'll see soon enough, and you'll thank me." "There, look." "You asked me to come out here just for this?" "You can't tell me that's normal." "Let's go back, these mysteries are a product of your sick imagination." "Are you sure of that?" "You think I talk like this cause I'm some poor fool?" "Don't kid yourself, we are all hunchbacks of one sort or another." "And Tilde's death, is that just one of my fantasies?" "Maybe she committed suicide for reasons of her own that we'll never know." "More likely you're afraid to see her as she really was!" "I've had enough entertainment from your theories." "To the point of almost losing touch with reality." "But you know what, just leave me alone!" "Got that?" "Let's go back." "You're more of a coward than I took you for!" "You blame me for your own impotence and hard-heartedness!" "But relax, this situation is more and more pointless." "Absurd and unnecessary." "Come tomorrow morning." "I've found something." "And a writer like you should enjoy some fishing at the lake." "Francesco." "I made up that note about the fishing so they wouldn't be suspicious about us meeting like this." "It's best to be cautious." "Bad for us if they knew where I was taking you." "This investigation is losing its point for me." "Maybe you threw me off the track with that photo of Tilde." "But Mr. Bernard!" "You can't blame me for a truth this complicated." "I'm only here at your insistence." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that." "I'm just saying I didn't make up Tilde's death." "Or Mario's wife's midnight walks, or that she never comes out during the day." "Have you seen her too?" "Not personally, but the whole town talks about it." "Incredible that Mario stands something like that." "It just invites gossip." "Proof that his marriage is a failure." "He's a strange one." "I've never been able to get close to him." "Not last year either." "He's a violent man." "The townspeople are afraid of him." "Come on, we're almost there." "Here we are." "Tilde's father lives there." "Not a happy place." "I warn you he won't be happy to see us." "Watch out!" "You recognize him?" "It's Mario." "He's drunk." "Saverio, It's me, Francesco." "This gentlemen would like to ask you about your daughter." "He was a friend of hers." "You understand?" "And what can I tell you?" "I don't know anything." "Tilde was a good person, now she's gone." "Who was it?" "Do you know?" "Why won't you speak?" "They've come to see you." "Did they threaten you?" "Do the hotel people visit a lot?" "Don't be afraid." "Tell this gentleman what you know." "Who are you?" "What do you want from me?" "I don't know anything." "I don't know anything." "You see?" "It's useless." "He's afraid." "We won't get anything more out of him." "Maybe they've bought him off, too." "Let's get out of here." "Afternoon." " Relax." " You serve her, Irma." "Here's some water." "I'll do it." " Something hot." " That smells good." "There you go." "Eat slowly." "Eat, Adriana!" "Go on, eat something!" "Just look at Mario, he finishes his plate, see?" " The papers just arrived." " Thanks." "She's still a bit pale, but doing much better." "It's the first time she's been able to come down and eat." "It really hasn't been a very fortunate marriage." "She's not very healthy." "She should've told my son before they were married." "Don't you think?" "Well, and how are you?" "Have you gotten used to the climate, do you feel better?" "No." "I still feel a bit strange, I must have a bit of a fever." "Probably got a cold this morning in the mountains." "In this weather, you have to be careful." "Shall I send a thermometer up to your room?" "No, thanks, I brought one." "If you'll excuse me." "That night I waited for her a long time." "She would come, as she always did and we would finally speak." "What was she trying to tell me with that note?" "What secret confidence did she want from me?" "The cold and my fever made the wait unbearable." "Adriana!" "As always everything seemed normal on the surface." "But why had Adriana run away?" "Why didn't she want to speak to me?" "I felt sick." "Just a strong case of the flu." "You'll be fine in a few days." "Here's your prescription." "The important thing is to take it easy." "I'll speak with Irma about the menu." "How many days was I sick in bed?" "I lost all track of time." "Irma's sad presence was my only link to the world outside my room." "Mr. Bernard." "How do you feel?" "Who is it?" "You could have knocked." "What do you want?" "Police." "Our apologies, but it is necessary." "Can you get up?" "The truth is..." "I don't know how I can be of help, I'm not well." "Yes, however, this is something very serious unfortunately." "And your presence could be decisive." "Won't you tell me what this is all about?" "I'm sorry, regulations forbid it." "I will wait for you in the hall." "Take your time getting dressed." "Do you recognize her?" "Yes." "It's Mario's wife." "Adriana." "We pulled her out of the lake this morning." "Please follow me." "We need your statement." "Our apologies, Mr. Bernard." "I know you're not feeling well, but this is only a formality, although a somewhat unpleasant one." "Please, have a seat." "The fact is, witnesses claim to have seen the poor lady walking at night along the lakeshore." "And two of them claim that you can confirm this too." "It was a young couple that often meet in an out-of-the-way place late in the afternoon." "Tell me, Mr. Bernard, do you recall ever having seen her?" "Yes, I remember." "Will you tell me how, and under what circumstances?" "A few days ago." "Two or three times, I don't recall." "I am not used to going to bed early." "I saw her walking alone along the lake, that's all." "Her presence there, at that strange hour always surprised me." "Did you speak to her?" "No, never." "Did you notice anything else... strange about her behaviour?" "Truth is, her behaviour always seemed a bit strange to me." "How would you say?" "Absent." "Because she seemed to be simply out walking, never waiting for anyone." "But I'm just guessing." "Did you ever think she could be a sleepwalker?" "No, I never thought that." "I've never seen a case like that." "But would you exclude the possibility?" "I wouldn't exclude it, though it seems to me a somewhat unwarranted supposition." "But perhaps it could've been." "Thank you, Mr. Bernard." "I hope I won't have to bother you again." "But there is something..." "What do you mean?" "Do you feel sick?" "Would you like us to escort you to the hotel?" "No, no, thank you, it's nothing." "I just need to take some fresh air." "If you need me you know where to find me." " Goodbye." " Goodbye, Mr. Bernard." "Why hadn't I mentioned the note?" "I didn't feel a thing anymore." "It all seemed futile." "I just wanted out of this absurd story." "But this tragedy was as much a mystery as Tilde's had been." "And I had the strong feeling that something dark and terrible was still sweeping over that family." "Something that wasn't yet finished." "That white coat, impeccable, seemed to bear witness to something sinister." "Why, on the night of her death hadn't Adriana worn it as usual?" "Tilde, Tilde!" "Why?" "Why, why?" "Your fault!" "It's your fault!" "Why had he left Adriana's funeral?" "Why had he, in desperation gone to Tilde's room?" "What dark truth linked the two deaths?" "An idea plagued me." "Perhaps Tilde hadn't been as I had imagined her." "But you..." "You're pregnant?" "!" "Yes, I'm pregnant." "It was either you or your son, and now one of you will have to marry me, decide who." "Because I'm staying here!" "And as the lady of the house!" "As you promised!" "I could ruin you both and you know it." "Go ahead and call me a whore if you like!" "Yes?" "Connect me with the photo studio, please, quickly." " Yes, who is it?" " It's me, Bernard." " I heard you've been ill." " I'm better, thanks." "I have something important to tell you." "Where are you calling from?" "From the hotel." "I have to talk to you now." "I'm sorry, but today is impossible for me." "I have a lot of work, I don't think I can get away, I'm sorry." "I've discovered new things, some new clues." "Do you have real proof?" "Unfortunately, no." "But I must see you right away!" "Listen, Mr. Bernard." "I don't want to be mixed up in this any longer." "I don't want to know about such an ugly affair." "I have to live in this town." "You write about these things, they make you money." "And I've made enough mistakes already." "I don't want to know any more." "I have to go now." "I'm late already." "I have to go." "But have they threatened you?" "You hear me?" "Answer me!" "Hello?" "Can I help you?" "I knocked on your door to see if you needed anything." "I was speaking with the photographer." "I gave him some negatives, I have to pick them up." "It's windy and quite cold out." "You shouldn't go out, if you like I'll handle it." "Thanks, but I feel better." "I have to speak with you." "Please, don't go out." "How are you feeling?" "Better, Irma." "Much better, thanks." "Good, I'm very glad." "You should eat something." "Turn on the stove, I'll be there in a moment." "Don't trouble yourself, I have to go out." "Mr. Bernard." "Our apologies if..." "If we haven't attended you well." "Unfortunately this new tragedy has caused our other guests to leave." "I've had to dismiss the staff." "Now" "I have to see to my father." "He doesn't seem himself." "All this gossip will be the death of him." "They've said so many things about my family." "People always kick you when you're down, Irma." "It's as if fate itself has been tormenting us." "Mr. Bernard." "I have to take my father far away from here and close the hotel for several months." "I wanted to ask you if you feel better, of course..." "That is, I wanted to ask you if you could check out now." "Fine." "Prepare my bill." "Thanks." "And take that raincoat, it's cold outside!" "Francesco!" "Francesco!" "Francesco!" "I need to speak with you urgently before you go." "I'll wait for you at 11 in the slaughterhouse." "Mario." "What could have compelled Mario to write that?" "Why did he want to talk to me?" "A thousand doubts plagued me." "Thank you, Mr. Bernard." "I knew you'd come." "Close the door, please." "No one should know that we're here." "You didn't want to listen to me this afternoon, when I asked you to stay." "I would have told you everything." "And perhaps you could have helped me." "Like my father, I can't stand this secret any longer." "You see," "I didn't want Tilde to die." "My father ordered me to marry her because she was pregnant." "But I said no." "I couldn't have gone on sharing her with him once she was my wife." "But Tilde was blackmailing us." "It was her, she was the one who wanted it!" "I didn't want my wife's death either!" "One night in a moment of grief," "I felt the need to confide in her." "I wanted to talk, confess it all..." "I tried with you as well." "But I didn't want her death." "It was her, it was...!" "Irma!" "What's wrong?" "What's happened?" " No one will betray me again!" " Irma!" " It's me!" " Yes, it was me!" "I killed again!" "I couldn't allow our family name to be dirtied!" "Let me go!" "I have to die!" " Irma!" " The white coat!" " Calm down!" " The white coat!" "That afternoon, with her coat on, You were following me!" "Not her!" "She wanted to talk, but she won't now!" "My brother had to kill her!" "Let me go!" "I loved them!" "I loved them, I loved them!" "Now's it's all over!" "Our name has been spared!" "It's all over, all over!" "Mr. Bernard, your statement." "Please, sign here." "Thank you." "All this is just a formality, since there won't be a trial." "Won't you find her?" "Not alive." "And perhaps, not dead, either." "In the spot where Irma fell, the lake is very deep and the bottom is covered with thick vegetation." "We've only found her coat." "But the divers are still looking." "So maybe..." "With no trial, we'll arrive at a purely hypothetical conclusion." "Thanks also to your intuition." "Of no use, unfortunately." "Your testimony serves at least to satisfy the journalists' curiosity and the public's." "But don't let me keep you any longer, I know you're anxious to go." "It was all so incomprehensible." "That cold winter morning, as I left the hotel, and all those places filled with memories" "everything around me seemed strange, inaccessible, farther away." "Even more than I." "Fansubs by paulcito, 2007."