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An man witnesses a murder. The murderer himself sees him and chases after him, but he manages to shake the assassin off and get home. What ensues is a psychological tug-of-war between the eyewitness and the killer.

Riccardo Cucciolla plays a reputable, yet troubled professor who commits a heinous and wanton murder, killing a young prostitute. Enzo Cerusico is a low level clerk, married with a child, who's not strong-willed enough to inform the police right away about the killing.

He then gets caught in a web of lies... will he be able to get out of it? A curious, experienced journalist, portrayed by Enrico Maria Salerno, chimes in to shed some light.

That's an unsung gem of Italian Seventies. The film is shot in such a way that holds you glued to the screen till the end.

A cartoonist, jealous towards the psychoanalyst of his wife, dispels his jealousy by killing him in his strips. When the psychoanalyst is found dead, he gets in trouble with the police. Pippo Franco's debut as a director is a pretty weak detective story; it shows a lack of ideas and rhythm. It is a far cry from the racy comedies Franco starred in before and after this movie; his quips, which he lavishes on the public with checkered success, are definitely more refined and less lavatorial; but that is not enough for the film to get the passing mark. The screen writing is as lackluster as the acting of the two beauties (a mainstay of the Seventies and Eighties Italian sexy comedy), Janet Agren — who strips down naked to show a statuesque body — and Daniela Poggi. The plot is as flimsy as it gets and only seems to be a pretext to churn out jokes and slapstick gags.