Mistakes were made, obviously, somehow. My investigation and thepolice's led us to the conclusionthat there was no physical danger -
GAIL:
I'm sorry, Mr Chace. I'm on my wayto identify my son's body. I don't feel like talking.
INT. ROME POLICE STATION -- MORGUE -- DAY The morgue dates to the 19th century; it's dank as a catacomb.
The body is laid out on a marble slab, covered by a sheet.
DEL ROVERE:
The corpse has been in sea water forsome hours when it washed ashore.
The appearance may be a shock.
We gaze up at their faces as they gather round the table.
The elderly CORONER pulls back the sheet.
61.
CHACE:
God damn! Chace reels. Gail almost faints. She shakes her head "no."
REVERSE ANGLE:
the bloated, waterlogged body on the tableisn't Paul. It's Chipmunk. He has an ugly exit wound inhis chest from where he was shot in the back by Piccolino.
GAIL:
It's not him. It's not Paul.
CHACE:
The guy has five o'clock shadow, forChrist's sake. He was headed for a midlife crisis when they shot him.
CORVO:
A sailor by the harbor saw a bodybeing thrown from a white Fiat 600, like the car the kidnappers drove.
CHACE:
This country's infested with Fiat600s. First you said it was a hoax, then you tell us they murdered him.
Why don't you make up your mind?
DEL ROVERE:
No one stopped you doing your ownjob, Mr Chace. You did that yourself.
Chace is momentarily speechless.
CORONER (O.S.) Scusi.
Everyone turns. The ancient coroner is picking at the bodyon the slab with a pair of tweezers. He plucks somethingfrom Chipmunk's beard, holds it up to the light:
RED FIBERS. CORONER (CONT'D) Un filato de tessuto rosso.
DEL ROVERE:
The carpet the body was transportedin.
The coroner shakes his head, mimes scratching at his beard.