Daughter Of Silence (1976)

A taxi pulled into the piazza and rolled to a halt. A woman got out. She was young, no more than twenty-five. Her face was pale, calm and singularly beautiful, like that of a wax madonna. In the empty, sunlit square she looked uncertain and vaguely lonely.

For a while she stood, looking round the square; then with a firm, confident step, she walked across to one of the houses and rang the bell. It was perhaps thirty seconds later when the man appeared in the doorway - a tall, thick-set fellow in shirt-sleeves. He looked at the girl without any sign of recognition, and asked her a question.

Then she shot him in the chest . . ...