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What is justice?

Try to imagine it as a mechanism
made of rules and procedures

that serve to discover
the truth about a crime.

Who committed it, how, when, and why.

We were not there.

Only traces remain, and often very few.

My job is to evaluate them,

bearing in mind only the facts
and leaving aside everything else,

so as not to be influenced by anything
other than the final objective:

the truth.

The truth is that here, today,

between 10:30 and 10:45 a.m.,
a crime was committed.

When I arrived, I collected the testimony
of your teacher, Daniela,

who told me that the victim of this crime
is called Giorgia.

- Which one of you is Giorgia?
- I am.

Do you want to tell me what happened
to you during recess?

Someone lifted my pen, the green one.

The correct word is "stolen."

Do you know who the thief is?

Are you a cop?

No, I'm a prosecutor.
I work with the police.

- What does it mean?
- I oversee their work.

Did you understand?

I supervise the investigations. Hm?

For example, Giorgia, in your case,
I would send the police

to look for witnesses or clues
to help me figure out who stole your pen.

And the police could come back to me,

telling me that actually someone here
could be the culprit.

What's your name?

- Matteo.
- Matteo and...?

Vinci.

Well, Mr. Vinci.

Why are there traces
of green ink on your hand?

He has a green pen.
He always lends it to me.

Are you his lawyer?

She framed you, Camilla.

So, this is how it works.

The police will come here to search
your pencil case, your backpack...

Maybe they'll find the stolen goods,
maybe not.

But in the meantime, you come with me,
along with your lawyer, to my office,

and I question you. I listen to you...

I watch you.
Sometimes that's all it takes,

because
it's not so much about what one says.

It's how one says it.

Your way to breathe, to move your eyes,
to move your hands...

Matteo, I notice if you tell me a lie.

Did you steal Giorgia's pen?

No, it wasn't me.

Yes, I stole Giorgia's pen.

I'm sorry.

Sorry, Giorgia.

Yes?

Okay, I'm coming.

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

THE TRIAL

But, you know, that jogging, I...
I never liked it.

They say it's bad for the back.

Do you think it's true?

But you do it often, right? I can tell.

I mean, you're in shape, right?

Andreoli, where was your previous job?

In the railway police.

How did you end up
in the prosecutor's office?

Well, I ended up here because...

- Okay, come on, I'll tell you, hmm?
- Hmm.

So we just get over with it...

I am connected.

- De Luca.
- We were waiting for you.

- The coroner?
- Over there.

Who found the body?

A poacher.

How's the new guy?

Let's not go there.

- Were you jogging?
- Yes.

I've read it's bad for the back.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

We are ready.

Okay, let's get her out of there.

Proceed.

She's been in the water
for at least a day.

MARCH 5TH: 2018

Hi.

- Hi.
- Hi, babe.

I would've come earlier,
but I couldn't make it. Sorry.

No problem.

I left the keys on the shelf, okay?

So you're about to leave?

In about ten days, yes.

And have you already found a house?

Yes. Yes, they gave me an apartment
in Tribeca.

Wow.

With this, I took everything.

My lawyer will call you on Monday.

I put you in second place.

Second place would have been fine for me,
but there was no second place.

- There was one, and it wasn't for me.
- You are right.

What is this?
Is this your way to apologize?

No.

To ask you if it's too late.

For what?

To come away with you.

So, is it too late?

What the fuck are you saying?

Are you sincere now, eh?

Yes.

Let me go, please.

Let me go.

You're a bitch.

- I hate lawyers.
- Don't tell me.

Are you sure?

Do you really want to quit your job?

Don't you believe it?

I don't know. It doesn't sound like you.

Anyway, you didn't answer me.

And you turn your back on me.

You piss me off! You make me—

- I'm serious.
- Me too.

Angelica Petroni, 17 years old.

Parents recognized her yesterday.

Maurizio and Paola, they own
an electronic cigarette shop in Cesole.

The mother got sick
and does not leave the house.

We should hear from them immediately.

So she died in the night
between the 3rd and 4th?

Likely. The girl had not come home
the night before.

- Morning.
- Hello.

- Good morning.
- Thank you.

We're waiting for the autopsy.

Do we know where the girl was
on the night of the 3rd?

No. We don't know anything yet.

- Here.
- Thank you.

You are welcome.

But I would like for someone else
to take care of it.

Why?

I'm taking a one-year leave of absence.

Can you say that again?

Do you know they can reassign you
to another office?

I know.

And where do I find someone like you?

I'm sorry to lose you.

- And not just because I need you.
- I'm sorry too.

All right.

I'll pass the investigation
to the first available substitute.

But then I'll find a way to get you back
after maternity leave.

No, but I'm not pregnant, it's...

- I don't want a child.
- Come on, I've been there too.

Giovanni was called to go to New York,
to the Whitney Museum,

to direct a focus
on European modern art and...

- and I'll go with him.
- Not bad.

I just want some time for us, that's all.

What will you do in New York?

Oh, I don't know.

I'll think of something.

The decision did you good.
You have a different face.

Thanks, Fabrizia.

Elena.

You go and talk to the parents.

I know you have other things
on your mind, but I need your eyes.

All right.

- There she is.
- It's her?

Yes, it's her.

Madame Prosecutor.

Prosecutor Guerra, so are you in charge
of this case?

- Sorry.
- Could you give us a statement?

Madame, please, a statement for the press.

Sorry, the prosecutor is not authorized

to release any kind of statement
right now, okay?

So we'll let you know
in due course, thanks.

In the beginning it was a relief when
they told us that the victim had a tattoo.

So it was even worse, after.

Didn't you know
that Angelica had a tattoo?

No.

What time did she leave on March 3rd?

Around 7 p.m., I think.

She worked at an event at Palazzo Te.

- What job did she do?
- The hostess.

I never liked it.

She had to think only about school.

But she was stubborn,
she wanted to earn her own money.

Do you know if at work or at school
she had problems, dislikes...

No.

No, I don't know, no.

She didn't talk much.

When you were 17,
did you tell your parents everything?

No, not everything.

Don't tell me.

I don't think I even know my son.

Mr. Petroni,
did Angelica have a boyfriend?

No. None.

Have you noticed any changes?
Did she seem strange to you recently?

No.

What do you want?

Why don't you go find who killed her?

Can we take a look at her room?

Go ahead. I don't feel like it.

It's behind the kitchen.

Be quiet. My wife is sleeping.

Yes.

Her closet is half girl...

half woman.

Look. March 27th.

She was almost 18 years old.

Who listens to CDs anymore?

Hmm, the Solutions.

Do you know them?

No, it's written over there.

She had already looked for them.

I want these guys' records.

Condolences, ma'am.
Sorry if we woke you up.

We made a mistake.
We shouldn't have told her.

What?

I wanted it so badly.

And she...

looked like an angel, as a baby.

That's why we called her "Angelica".

She took it out on us.

She said we were liars.

She hardly spoke to us anymore.

She wanted to find her real parents.

Poor love...

Where did you adopt her?

Here in Mantua, in Santa Caterina.

Yes, she came here.

A week ago.

And you?

You know you shouldn't have done it,
don't you?

You are a woman of law,
and we both know you are right.

But you should have
been here to understand,

to feel the need she had.

To see how important it was for her
to know who her parents were.

If you had looked her in the eyes...

you would have understood
that pity also has its laws.

It was the father who gave her to us.

His name is the only one that we have,

the only one I could give
to Angelica. Stefano Lanzoni.

So? What do you think?

Can this parent thing be a lead?

She has been abandoned by unknown persons.

I'm starting to like this job, you know?

Hi.

I was about to call you.

How did you find out it was her?

The date of birth.
And then I went to the Institute.

Did she come to you?

When?

Three days ago.

And what did she tell you?

She told me...

"Hi, my name is Angelica,
and I'm your daughter."

And she told me that...

it had taken her five days
to decide to come and meet me.

That she was in trouble,
but... she didn't want to tell me why.

That she felt alone.

And then she asked me
why we had abandoned her.

And...?

I told her the truth.

She asked me a lot of questions.

I wonder who she takes after!

Did you tell her who I was?

She wanted to meet you.

She would have come to you.

How are they like?

The adoptive parents.

- They are normal people.
- Do they have anything to do with it?

No. No, they are devastated.
I don't think so.

You know, the night I left her there...

there was a moment, before she went in...

I almost did something.

I keep thinking about it.

Perhaps she would still be alive.

There is nothing we can do now.

You can do something.

Find out who the animal that killed her is
and jug him for life.

No, I had already asked to be replaced,
and now even more so—

- Why?
- What do you mean "why"?

- I can't do it. It's illegal.
- Is this your concern?

Maybe it's not important to you,
but it is for me.

I can't run the investigation.

Can't you... or won't you?

- Wait.
- I'm leaving in a few days, okay?

I shouldn't have come here.

You and I can no longer see each other
nor speak. All right?

She died in the night
between March 3rd and 4th,

between midnight and 6 a.m.

There was no water in the lungs.
The cause of death is the eye injury

inflicted by a thin, pointed object
that pierced the eyeball,

and smashed the orbital wall,
reaching the brain.

A knife?

There's no cut.
Maybe an ice pick or a screwdriver.

While the hematomas, the broken nose,

and the split lip
suggest a fight before death.

- Is that all?
- No.

She was about 6-weeks pregnant.

It's impossible to trace back
to the father,

fetal DNA is recognizable with certainty
only from the tenth week onwards.

Send the medical report to my office.
I'll stay here for a moment.

Sure.

- Yes?
- Prosecutor, we have news.

I'll wait for you at the office.

Fabrizia.

Claudio Cavalleri,
former leader of Solutions.

Nine phone calls with Angelica Petroni
between October and November.

Shows that they knew each other.

At 7:20 p.m. On March 3rd, Cavalleri's
and Petroni's cellphones

entered the same cell,
in the Viale Piave area.

- Maybe they met.
- She was a hostess at Palazzo Te, right?

Yes, at a charity party.

For now, I only know
that her scooter has remained there,

and that she left at midnight
and never came back,

even though she had to stay there
until 2 a.m.

De Luca has spoken to the hostess manager,
and they're interrogating the other girls.

But wait, look. Look at the phone records.

Cavalleri switches off his phone
at 9:57 p.m.

and switches it on again
the next morning at 6:06.

An eight-hour gap.

Do you know who Cavalleri is?

A man who married the right woman.

Linda Monaco, daughter of Gabriele Monaco.

Here, just yesterday he inaugurated a park
for which everybody is in raptures,

mayor included.

Perhaps because
it was Monaco who had him elected?

Look, the adoptive parents know nothing.

The classmates have been interrogated
by the police. They know nothing.

It will take at least two weeks
to track down all the party guests.

We do not have the SMS transcripts
because the telephone company

is slow to send them to us.
We do not know where she was killed.

The murder weapon is probably in the water
along with Angelica's cellphone.

That same water has taken away
any trace from the body and the clothes.

The only thing we have is this.

She had herself tattooed
with the logo of Cavalleri's band.

I'm not saying it was him,
but we have to question him.

You convinced me. I will tell Caputo
to maintain the utmost discretion.

He's your replacement.

What's up?

I want to go ahead.

But didn't you have to leave?

I'll close it before going. I can do it.

Watch out, then. You know the kind
of lawyers the Monacos can afford.

Victory, defeat.
A defeat like today is a victory.

We were facing 18 years
in the first instance.

- Yes.
- And now how many we got?

- Twelve.
- Twelve.

And since, not according to us,

because we abstain
from having an opinion...

- Always.
- ... but according to evidence,

our client is as guilty as sin.
He just has to kiss the ground.

After kissing my hands.
Actually, you kiss them too.

Very good.

However, 12 years are a lot, counselor.
He was desperate, huh?

Desperate?
And what the fuck is that, a mood?

Do you care about the customers' mood? No!

- No. No, no.
- No!

You do your best and move on.

Once a trial is over,
you move on to the next one.

As long as they pay you, what do you care?

What the fuck are these guys doing here?

Oh, well, don't look.

Counselor, I don't know
if you can do it... Counselor!

Fuck! Holy shit...

You see? You saying bullshit
got me into an accident.

Open the dashboard. There is the form
for the amicable statement—

You are crazy! You came the wrong way.
Did you realize it?

- Get off this fucking car.
- She's talking to you. Go!

- You want me to handle it, counselor?
- Yes, go. Bye!

Stupid babies.

- Hey, Claudio?
- Where are you?

- I'm coming. Yes.
- Hurry up.

Ladies, good morning.
How are you? Everything all right?

Fine. How are you? Everything okay?

Fine, everything's okay.
Thank you. See you later.

Linda.

Ruggero.

Happy birthday.

Thank you. Dad, do you remember Ruggero?

How are you?

I was just talking about you
with your partner.

Oh, Arrigoni, hi.

Oh, you made it, huh?

You missed the cutting of the cake.
My love.

All right, I'll steal him for a second.
Come.

Excuse me.

- Where the fuck were you?
- One of us works for a living.

What's wrong?

I'm in deep shit, Ruggero.

- You know the dead girl?
- Mm-hm.

- The one in the canal.
- I know.

I knew her.

Ouch.

I met her at an event,
we talked a few times...

and now there's this prosecutor
who has called me in for tomorrow.

Who is she?

Elena Guerra.

- Do you know her?
- I've heard of her. She's tough.

Shit! If Linda finds out, I'm fucked.

Let's postpone the Linda problem.
Let's think about something else.

- About what, Ruggero?
- About preparing you.

In my office.

Come on. Let's go.
We'll think about it later.

She will ask you if you knew her,
and what will you say?

Superficially.

- How many times have you met her?
- Three, four times, I don't know.

Are there witnesses of these meetings?

- No.
- So let's say twice.

The first time at an event
where she worked.

She immediately fell for me.

Then we met again at some party.

We talked about my band.

- She knew who I was.
- And then?

Then I gave her a CD of my old band.

Did you autographed it for her?

- No, no, no.
- So don't mention it.

Did you fuck her?

- No.
- That's why you're in paranoia.

- You fucked a minor.
- Fuck you.

Claudio, come on.
We've been friends for 20 years.

Let's forget the things I'd tell you
as a friend.

But the screw-up you did
betraying Linda like this...

- And you're the one giving me a lecture?
- It's not a lecture. I'm your lawyer.

As long as you pay me.

Come on, I'm joking.

I saw the pictures.
She was a piece of ass.

Anyway, is there evidence
they may have discovered?

Have you been to the hotel? Are there
emails, chats, photos, stuff like that?

No, no, I was careful.

Then there is no reason for her
to go about your business.

Look at me.

There was no sex involved.

Say that again.

- Prosecutor, he has already answered.
- Where were you the night of March 3rd?

At home, with my wife.

I came back from Milan,
where I had met some friends.

My phone switched off at about 10 p.m.
I went to sleep. I woke up at 6:00.

I noticed the phone was off,
so I put it back in charge.

- It switched off.
- It switched off.

- Did you know that Angelica was pregnant?
- No.

Were you the father?

Fuck, no!

She will put you under pressure.

You can't understand how it is
until you will be there.

You have to do one thing only.

I will talk to many people
in the next few days.

Everyone who knew Angelica. Her friends,
who knows, maybe she kept a diary—

Deny. Always deny.

If I find out you lied to me,
for you, it will be even worse.

I will know, and from whom
it's only up to you.

How should I tell you that it wasn't me?

Angelica was afraid of someone else.

She told me that there was someone
who followed her with a car.

- Who?
- I don't know.

- But where? When?
- I don't know.

You don't know.

Well. If that's all, then...

Let's go.

Prosecutor Guerra.

- Counselor.
- Goodbye.

She will call Linda to get confirmation.

You were together the night of 3rd, right?

Hey, listen to me!

You are my lawyer.
Do your job and don't bust my balls!

Do you know why I called you in?

Yes. I talked to my husband.

What exactly did he say to you?

That you are convinced
he was fucking that girl.

Did he deny it with you too?

Yes, there has never been anything
between them.

And you believe it?

You tell me.

You're the one carrying out
the investigation.

Maybe you know something I don't know.

Claudio says he was with you
the night between March 3rd and 4th.

Do you confirm it?

As much as I hate him right now...

I would never lie to cover for him.

- Andreoli, you can go, thanks.
- Yes.

And you can light up a cigarette
if you want.

Thank you.

No, thanks, I quit.

I feel more at ease here,
in the offices of a prosecutor...

than in my own home. Isn't it tragic?

Me too, with Giovanni.

Crisis arrived... and then passed.

But I don't think mine will pass.

You think so too, don't you?

That there was a relationship between
your husband and Angelica Petroni.

What if I do?

He didn't kill her.

He would never be able to do such a thing.

The point now is not
what Claudio is capable of.

- But what you are capable of.
- Sorry?

I know what I would do
if my husband committed a terrible crime.

I wouldn't lie to cover it.

What about you, Linda...
What are you willing to do for love?

Angelica Petroni was 17 years old.

It's all over.

The only thing we can do
is find out who killed her.

When we found her,
she was in a pitiful condition.

Half-naked...

full of wounds.

The body has been dragged
by the current for hours.

Banged like...

like any branch.

And she had a hole for the eye.

A black hole.

Seventeen years old.

Claudio was not with me.

Thank you.

PALAZZO D'ARCO 8 P.M. -GIO

They thought that the destiny of humankind
was written in the stars.

Can you believe it?

- You know, I don't believe it.
- Me neither.

But standing in front of these frescoes...

I don't know, they're changing my mind.

You never took me here.

I was waiting for the right time.

- A special occasion.
- And today is it?

The zodiac room is my favorite place
here in Mantua.

I don't know. It's a nice way
to say goodbye to the city.

Tonight they opened the museum
especially for us.

A little abuse of authority, but...

To the future.

- Are you worried?
- No.

No?

You organized this beautiful thing,
and I'm beat.

- How nice.
- Hey.

No, it's all right, really.

- Good.
- What's on the menu?

Is Chinese food all right?

Chinese is perfect.

- Come on, pick up.
- This is the answering service.

Problems?

What do you think?

Linda has dug the grave, I have to fix it,
and this asshole is not answering me.

Yeah, Claudio Monaco.

Cavalleri.

That's one of those marriages in which
the husband takes his wife's surname.

Well, this is good.

- Now excuse me, but I have to go see him.
- You better look here first.

Your friend was involved
in an escort ring with Petroni.

Someone found out.

The client you called is not available
at the moment.

He left this.

Did you get the news out?

You found out about the escort ring

and threw mud on the suspect
to weaken him, is this how you work?

- Hey, calm down.
- How dare you?

Claudio wrote where he was
the night of the 3rd.

With an entrepreneur, Michele Galli,
and five girls.

He lied only so as not to take the blame
for another crime.

Go in, go!

Claudio Cavalleri's alibi
is now confirmed.

He left a written confession
before committing suicide.

Among the escorts' clients there are
exponents of the good Mantuan society.

The city is shaken by scandal.

Mrs. Monaco, how exactly
did the suicide happen?

- Mrs. Monaco, how come in the picture—
- Mrs. Monaco!

Yes, Fabrizia?

Yes, Caputo passed me
the escorts' records.

Maybe there is something
useful I can find in here.

I know, but I won't stop.

All right, bye.

Angelica Petroni, 17,
a life broken too soon.

A mystery to be solved,

against the background of a sordid story
of child prostitution.

You won't stop?

Good to know.

- You never asked to be replaced, did you?
- No, I asked for it.

You're good with other people's lies,
but telling them...

The flight...

is in three days at 11:10 p.m.
I'm going to a hotel.

Michela, I read the statement
you gave to my colleague.

You reported something
Angelica told you in February.

Do you want to repeat it to me too?

It's no big deal. We were having dinner
in the city center and...

Angelica started telling me

that the night before
there was someone who spied on her,

who followed her home with a car.

I told her she was paranoid.

It must have been a client
who got obsessed with her.

It happens, you know? It's no big deal.

And do you remember when this dinner was?

Yes. It was on Valentine's Day,
and we went out alone.

This video is from February 13th.

Cavalleri told me that a man
was following Angelica Petroni.

I thought he was lying, but...

I was wrong.

We reconstructed the route
from the city center of Mantua

to Angelica Petroni's house,

and watched the videos
of all the surveillance cameras

placed along the route.

Angelica's scooter...

And your car.

Scroll, go ahead.

That is the camera of a bank in Cesole.

300 meters from the Petronis' house.

Here's Angelica again, and then the car.

On the evening of the murder,
I was in Turin with one of my employees.

We left in the afternoon
and got back the next day.

You can check.

Who hired you to follow Angelica Petroni?

- Silent?
- Are you mocking him?

No, let's do a search.

In your client's offices.

Which I imagine
will be full of confidential information.

As a private investigator,
you work for important companies,

so I think they could get very angry.

Those are information protected
by professional secrecy.

Yours, not mine.

I'm dealing with a murder here.

So, should I comb through your accounts,
or will you make our lives easier?

You are afraid.

Why?

Your client scares you...

more than I do.

Who paid you to follow Angelica Petroni?

Mrs. Monaco, we meet again.

No offense, but it's not a pleasure.

Of course, I have no problem talking,

but in the presence of my lawyer.

I can wait.

Prosecutor?

You are making a mistake.

She gave the assignment
to the investigator

at the beginning of January,
so she had known for two months

that her husband was cheating on her
with Angelica.

Do you think it was her?

She certainly had a motive.

- Counselor.
- Good evening.

You father called me.

Are you okay with me assisting you?

Get me out of here.

Remember that you also
have the right to remain silent.

I'm innocent.

Are we going in?

GATE 14: SHOULD I WAIT FOR YOU?

I'm coming.

All right. Shall we begin?