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- Anna. These are for you. Happy birthday.

- How do you know it's my birthday?

- I know all about you.

- Thank you.

- Who are you celebrating with? Anyone in particular?

We could celebrate together, if you want.

- It's not a good idea. We're colleagues, you know that.

- What's the matter? Don't you like flowers?

- Thank you, anyway.

- Carlo, they're waiting in the car. - Oh yes,

I'll go get the gun in the drawer.

See you later.

- Thank you.

- Perfect.

Ham sandwich, no tomato.

How could I forget? Right?

You're welcome.

1 NEW MESSAGE

But, what... video poker?

- Anna? - Where are you going?

- What's going on?

- This is a joke.

- It's not a joke! Look at the photo, look!

Don't you see it?

- Come with me.

- Are you sure she's the English tourist? - Yes, yes, it's her.

- Sorry to bother, sir, but it's an emergency.

- He's not a liar. He's serious.

That's the photo of the girl.

- Who is she?

The English tourist, Christine Gildred. The one we've been looking for.

The kidnapper just sent this message

saying he's keeping her prisoner and he wants to play with us.

Poker. In one hour sharp.

- A poker game?

- We received an email

from someone whose identity is still unknown.

- Silence, please!

- He says he kidnapped the English tourist

who, as we know, disappeared yesterday.

He attached a photo of the girl.

He wants to bet on her life, playing video poker with us.

If we refuse to play, he will kill her.

If we lose, he will kill her.

But he says that if we win, he will let her go.

- I don't believe him. He's just another mythomaniac.

- How can we trust a blackmailer?

- There is one final detail.

He says that for every hand he wins,

he will... mutilate her.

- Video poker? That's absurd.

And how? - An online chat room.

He gave us the coordinates. He thought of everything.

And time is running out.

- Then get down to work. Go online and start to play.

- But I've never played poker. I hate playing cards.

- Oh, just buy some time.

Keep him busy as long as you can so they can track him down.

- There's a password: "The CardPlayer."

That's also his nickname.

- Come on, handsome. Where are you?

- And my name? Sara.

- Where are you at?

- We're trying. Keep him occupied.

- Just the two of them playing with a full deck.

- And there's the joker. Strange.

- Generally poker has no joker. We have to follow his rules.

- He wants to play five hands, one after another.

The police go first.

The first to win three games out of five takes it all.

He's filming her live with a webcam.

- Time is running out.

- No. We can't. We can't give in to blackmail.

We are the police. It could be a bluff.

- What if it isn't?

That girl's life is in our hands.

We have to give her a chance.

- No, we cannot indulge the provocations

of the first maniac who tries to bait us.

- But he told us what he'll do if we don't play.

- I'm the one in charge here. I'll take responsibility for it.

We are not going to play. Tell him that.

Tell him!

- Too late.

- Son of a bitch! - He killed her!

- That filthy bastard!

- So, did you make him? Did you get his position, the bastard?

- No, he uses various proxies and switches routers constantly.

- With these programs, we don't stand a chance.

- Go to hell. - It's encrypted! It's a code, sir.

- We did nothing to save her life.

- Come on! Move it.

- Hurry up with that plastic bag.

Hey! Get rid of those photographers right now.

Yes, exactly! Out of here now!

- The girl was kidnapped in Rome, and in Rome we found the body.

- As far as anyone is concerned, we did everything possible.

He is probably hiding behind a firewall.

He could also use different proxies to jump from one channel to another.

- A lot of bullshit talk. You should have played.

Right now that girl could still be alive,

but you didn't give her any chance.

- Who is that?

- British police. That's the inter-force procedure.

- Great, another dickhead. - Fuck you!

- You piece of shit!

- Break them up!

- Calm down! Stop it!

- I'll be watching you until the case is resolved.

And don't fool yourselves, I won't allow you to cut me out.

- What does he want? - Oh he's nothing.

- I haven't done anything! I told you!

I haven't done anything, you ugly bastards!

- Wait!

- What is it? What do you want?

- I just want to say that I agree with you.

I also would've chosen to play.

- Oh yeah? Well, now you've told me.

- I'm Anna. Inspector Anna Mari.

- John Brennan. London Police, currently at the embassy in Rome.

- You're not British, are you?

- No, I'm Irish, but I've lived in London for twenty years.

- In there everyone thinks you're an asshole.

- They're right, I am. - But you were right.

Someone from the other side supports you.

- And who would that be?

- Then you truly are an asshole.

- What may I offer you?

What can I do for you, darling?

Well then, no defensive wounds. She didn't bite or scratch him.

No signs of sexual abuse...

except for this.

I found it inserted in the vagina.

- The joker.

The wild card.

The wild card.

Maybe it's his way to tell us he's crazy.

- Hey hey hey, what are you doing?

Leave those gloves alone, those are mine.

- I specialized in forensic medicine.

Just because you didn't see it, doesn't mean it wasn't there.

- What is it? - I don't know.

It seems to be some kind of seed.

- A seed?

Anna, your autograph.

From which cave did that guy come out of?

Thank you.

- How come the best ones work at the embassy?

- When I was still in London,

I lead an intervention during a robbery

that turned into a sort of siege.

I killed two robbers and put the third in the hospital.

One of the dead was a minor.

I couldn't know. They had masks on.

The press made a fuss and blamed the Police Department.

I was the scapegoat.

So they shipped me here to Rome

to protect British tourists from bag-snatchers. Happy now?

- Where did you meet him? - At Eva's party.

- He was the blond one. Don't you remember?

- Ah, yes.

- Hey, do you think he's too young for me?

- How old is he? - Twenty.

- Ten years younger than you. - It's not too much, is it?

- Well, kinda.

- I'm going to meet him tonight. - Okay.

- I'll tell you everything. - Okay, bye.

- Hello. - Hello. Come on.

- That filthy bastard! - He killed her!

- John.

- There's a new message. He wants to play. - Very well.

- Here we go.

- Again with this game, huh?

- Not playing means we sentence the victim to die.

- That's true.

- Anna is right. We have to try.

- If you play, it'll be much easier for us to track him down.

- Well, what are we going to do? Time's ticking away.

- What are you waiting for? Hurry up! - Calm down. Okay, we're in.

But you are going to play. Poker is not my thing.

- Let's start.

- It's our turn.

Who wants to play?

- I can try.

I'm not that bad at poker.

If no one else wants to give it a shot.

- Go ahead, Carlo.

- Okay.

Let's begin.

Four, four, three,

two...four!

Good! Three of a kind.

- Draw two cards. - Sorry, I'm the one playing, okay?

Come on.

Nine, five. Fuck.

All right. We still have a set of four.

Ten, six, jack...

queen, ace.

He's got nothing. But he could try for a straight flush.

There he goes! Fuck!

Damn!

That's horrible!

- He's nuts!

- What's he doing to her?

- Hold the pair, draw three cards.

- The straight flush is rare.

- But there it was. - He didn't have alternatives. We do.

- Don't be stupid. Draw three cards. - All right, but let me breathe, okay?

Fuck! Two tens.

Two nines.

- You smoke, don't you?

- Yes, sir.

- Give me a cigarette.

- He's won again.

- He killed her.

- Have you found him? - No. Nothing.

- We're stuck on a server in San Jose, California.

- To hell with it!

- Carlo, it wasn't your fault.

You did everything possible. - Everything possible? I lost.

Damn. I lost.

That woman died because of me. - You don't know.

Maybe he would have killed her anyway.

- Do you want a sip? - I told you, I don't drink.

What a serious, well-balanced girl.

Why are you walking me home? - Because you can barely stand.

- I think you're right. Now tell me, how--

- And you can't talk either.

- How about coming up and keeping me company?

- Don't even think about it.

- Look, I am a lot of fun.

- Oh, your breath.

You're an asshole.

Poker is a metaphor for life.

The way people behave at poker

corresponds to the way they behave in life.

There is no better psychological exercise

than observing the actions and reactions

of people while at the poker table.

The eyes aren't the mirror of the soul,

poker is.

- This morning, around seven. It showed up here.

- Did you put the statement on record?

- John.

- The two seeds are identical.

They come from a plant, the passiflora pervillosa sylvatica.

As the name suggests, it is a wild plant, very common around here.

According to my opinion,

we should stick to this line of inquiry.

- We think that the suspect is about 30 to 35 years old,

education medium-high level, likely received in the US,

and with good financial resources,

judging by the level of secrecy he achieved

by means of extremely sophisticated and costly gear.

- How can we be sure the games aren't fixed?

- It's very difficult to explain, but we can say he's not cheating.

The games are interactive and absolutely random.

- Cheating is not part of his philosophy.

This kind of serial killer

falls into the category which the FBI defines as:

Risk-Taking Hedonist.

It means that the risk excites him to an exceptional degree.

Now, in these individuals the impulse to murder doesn't suddenly explode.

There's a period of incubation

during which they try out different ways of satisfying their instincts.

Sky diving, for example. Bungee jumping.

Walking on railroad tracks with their eyes closed.

Participating in illegal drag racing.

Or playing Russian roulette.

- So he could have some record along those lines.

Check every file for those activities.

- Stop. I said stop!

- Hey, calm down.

- Stop now!

- Are you all right?

- Besides here, where else do they race? - A bunch of other places.

But they change all the time, a bit like the raver types do.

- Have you ever caught anyone?

Yes, we recently identified a few,

arrested some others, the usual.

- I want to see the reports.

Here are all the cases of Russian roulette in Rome

in which someone died.

Now, Russian roulette is not a solitary game.

It's generally played among friends, so to speak.

This can be our starting point.

Who were the friends of the idiots that shot themselves?

We track them down, and perhaps one of them is the card player.

- I researched the illegal car racers. I've got a list of names.

What was it you call us?

Oh, yeah. Morons.

Well, as you see, we morons don't spend all day scratching our ass.

- Look, I wasn't talking about you. - What an honor.

- I'm sorry, for everything. Including the other night.

- You took your time, Danny Boy.

However, it was fun.

- Look at this list. - Yes.

- If I were you, I'd leave the Englishman alone.

He's a loose cannon, totally unreliable.

And be careful.

- In what way?

- The way in which the card player hates the police, but he also hates women.

He could kill two birds with one stone.

- You're trying to scare me.

- No.

This is just a warning.

- The card player doesn't know me. He knows Sara.

- We have a pizza for table six.

- Here I am. Are you ready to order?

Maybe an appetizer?

- Sure, it's a pity. - Last night, he tried again.

It's always the same things.

- It's always the same things.

He says that he can't because he has to see his friends.

That's it!

- Sorry. Did I miss something?

- I was telling him that here in Italy video poker is allowed

only if the winnings are collected in terms of purchase at a counter.

Cash payouts are illegal.

So people often play in private clubs,

and organized crime handles it all.

- He's here. - Let's go.

- If those clubs are illegal, why don't you shut them down?

- Because some of them are gold mines of information.

We've got bugs everywhere.

- I hate gaming. - What?

- Every video poker maniac is happy to come through here.

My place is the mecca of video poker.

- Any of them make an impression on you?

A really good one? - Beautiful.

- Or some regular who all of a sudden stopped coming?

- I already told you. We get all kinds of people here.

How could I remember them all? - Just make a little effort.

- All right. Let's go in the other room. It'll be quieter.

This way.

Go ahead.

This guy just kept winning, as if he had some

magic in his fingers.

I forget what it's called?

- The Midas touch. - Someone with talent.

- He came here only a couple of times, but I can recognize talent immediately.

Turn down that music! Okay!

Excuse me.

As I was saying, thirty-five years old,

dark hair, a certain attitude.

- Where can we find him? - I don't know.

All I know is that he doesn't come in anymore.

- What's his name? - I don't know.

I never found out. If I did, I would tell you.

- These are my numbers,

in case something pops into your head.

- And these are mine.

Call me too.

- Thank you very much.

- Still no news on the case of the card player,

the killer who for many days...

- Hello?

Good. Great work.

This champion of champions is a guy by the name Remo.

He hangs out at a club by the Casilina.

- Look at that.

- It can't be him. - He's barely eighteen.

- Yes, go!

- Hello?

When?

John!

He kidnapped another one.

- Shit!

- Hello, it's Anna.

I've got an idea of how to stop this maniac.

I can't talk now. Meet me there in half an hour.

- Get out! - Let me go!

- Calm down! We're police you asshole!

- Calm down! We're the police!

- I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm just playing.

Stop messing around. Got it? Get back to work and shut up. Now!

- How old are you? - Nineteen.

- Do you work? - No, I go to school. Today I skipped.

- Come with us. - Where?

- C'mon. We just want to talk to you for a minute.

Come on, let's go.

- He can help us win. The boy's a virtuoso.

Let him try. - We saw him in action.

- Whose idea was it? - Mine.

- But he's just a boy.

- It doesn't matter. He knows what he's doing.

- So you're the little genius.

- No no no no, I'm not a genius, okay?

It's a game, it's just luck.

And my stomach really hurts. I must go, excuse me.

- Cut it out.

The commissioner here, Dr. Alfieri,

offers you 2500 euros for every game you win.

- For real? - Yes.

- Okay.

But I have a few small problems...

- Not anymore. Right?

- What do I have to do? - Win.

- Come with me.

- Berardelli, keep your mouth shut.

- Hi. Oh, sorry. Listen,

have you seen Remo? The guy who was with us.

- No.

- Where did he go?

- Bye, see you.

- What the hell are you doing?

Are you smoking a joint?

- I wanna go home.

But how do I do it? It's too absurd.

I got a test tomorrow, I gotta study, okay?

And honestly, I don't think I can do it. - I think you can. You always win.

Come on, you can tell me.

You've got a system?

- No, I don't. - Oh yes you do.

- It's not a system.

Whenever I play, I feel like an energy growing inside me,

like a wind,

that runs through my arms, and,

when it reaches my hands, they know what to do.

With them I can win.

- Every time?

- No. No, sometimes they mess me up.

So I cannot promise you anything.

- In fact, you don't have to.

Let's go.

- He kept winning every game...

- Yes, right. - I know.

- Tomorrow the new gear from Houston arrives.

- It uses a processor much more powerful than this one,

so we'll be able to access a better broadband connection.

- Good.

- Here we are!

- Focus, guys.

- We need to begin, Remo.

- Okay.

Those cards suck.

- Come on, try at least.

No, it's too difficult. I can't, sorry, really...

Remo, listen to me. Let the wind guide you. Come on.

- Two pair! - Very good! Bravo, okay!

- It's luck, just luck. - No, it's you.

- Now let's see his move.

He could beat us with another two pairs.

- It's a risk.

- Great! Very good! - Magnificent, we're on the right track.

- Very well. - We made it!

- Look at the girl.

- Come on! Hurry up!

Come on!

- She made it!

- Get out! Run!

- Come on, get out of there!

Go!

Get out.

- Go! You can do it.

- No! - Kill him!

- That bastard is too fast. - Hit him!

- Come on. - Shit!

- Come on, let him have it, harder.

- Yes! That's it. - Kick him!

- No!

- Fuck! - Oh, my God.

- Bastard.

- He's a beast. - We'll catch you.

- What a bastard!

- Here he is.

- Calm down. I have no statement.

No statements before tomorrow's press conference.

- Yes, hello. They're analyzing the video.

- This is for you. - Thanks.

Give me a moment.

- The table is metal, maybe steel, modern design.

The tiles on the floor are cheap, worn out and broken.

- There's rust on the walls.

It could be metal, perhaps iron.

- He's surely a bit taller than her,

at least in comparison to the leg of the table.

He seems to be of medium height, agile and sturdy.

- There's a two-door cupboard,

it appears to be made of metal, like the walls.

- I think it could be some kind of storage,

or an old garage.

- What the hell's this? - Carrot juice.

- Try it.

- For two days I haven't touched alcohol.

Okay, maybe a beer.

Or two.

Have you been practicing?

Do you want to play the next game?

- It was my father's.

He was a poker player.

He was so obsessed by it that he forgot everything else.

At the end, he had so many debts

he had the great idea to end it by throwing himself under a train.

We were at the station, the two of us.

Suddenly I remember, he hugged me and then he threw himself away.

He had the same look of terror as these girls.

I don't know why I'm telling you all this.

- Do you want me to go?

- Yes.

Sorry, it's not you. It's just...

When you play against an adversary more skilled than you,

try to undermine his confidence,

undermine him, make him nervous and ridicule him.

But the most important thing is, never succumb to his personality.

- Roman citizens have spent another day

asking themselves if the card player will strike again.

In the meantime, the police are carrying on investigations--

- I put it here.

Where are you?

Stop! Stop!

Stop!

Shoot him! What are you waiting for?!

No.

- Yes, don't worry. I'm almost finished.

- I told you, at her mother's house. She's been assaulted.

- This goes straight to lab.

- Don't waste time looking for prints. He had gloves on.

Rubber gloves.

- Did you manage to see his face?

- No, unfortunately.

I'd say he's young and in good shape.

The only things he left are these.

- Inspector, we need to analyze your clothes

and any potential evidence from your nails.

- Right away.

- Everything okay?

But why you?

- I'm only sorry I didn't kill him.

- I understand. But why you?

-He's been playing with me since the first email.

- Listen, I know you don't want a man

in your bed all night, but right now it doesn't seem like a bad idea.

Come stay at my hotel for a few days.

- Hey!

Don't you recognize me? I'm Mario from the café.

- What are you doing here? - What is this?

- An interrogation? - Answer my question.

- I was returning to my home. I live nearby.

In the Talenti neighborhood.

What's happened? Was somebody killed?

- Move it, go home.

And the same goes for all of you too. Clear out!

The show IS Over.

- Where did I put the file?

- How are you? - Surviving.

- These are for you. - Beautiful.

They're from that plant.

- You mean the seeds found on those girls?

The seeds grow inside it, and when it opens...

- Nothing else?

Any news on the cases you're reviewing?

- The Russian roulette ones?

There's one interesting one.

A friend of the deceased studied in America.

Computer science, apparently. We're trying to find him.

- And the bang on the recording? - I don't know.

Maybe a recording defect.

Anyway, it might not be anything significant.

- Yes, very realistic.

- I enjoyed it too. - Beautiful, right?

I liked the Polish one very much.

- Yes, I heard it too.

- Yes, darling. Don't worry.

It could be just a coincidence.

Let me handle it. No.

Stay near the telephone.

Yes. Yes I agree, I agree.

I'm afraid... he's taken my daughter.

- What?

She left the university more than three hours ago,

and since then, no one has seen nor heard from her.

Please, help me find her.

- Of course. Don't worry. - We'll find her.

- You can bet on it, Luca.

- He took Lucia! He wants to play!

Come on, pick up the phone.

Pick up.

Remo! Where the fuck are you? You have come here right now.

He wants to play another round. Run!

- How's it going? Any news? - Not bad. This time we may get it.

- Remo, finally! Come on, move it.

Come on!

Do you need us to give you the red carpet? Hurry!

- Remo, he took the commissioner's daughter.

- Really?

- I've analyzed the previous games,

and they all have a common denominator.

He wins by taking a lot of risks.

This is also his weakness, as he exposes himself too much.

He's vain, he wants to win with style-- - I know, I know!

- Excuse me please.

Remo, I'm counting on you.

- Yes, I know,

but I already told you, don't depend on me, it's just luck.

I swear I'll do my best, but if the cards I'm given--

- A jack.

- Well done.

- Dickhead. We'll get you.

I'm almost there, come on.

- Come on, guys.

- Two aces. He could win.

- We're closing in on him. He's in Rome.

- What the hell is happening?! - Fucking bastard, he's deleting it all.

- No, the data, no! - We got a virus.

Try this disc.

- Yes! Good!

One-zip!

- Come on, guys! Hurry up! - Calm down.

- No risks this time.

- Fingers crossed.

- Three of a kind!

- Very good, boy! Like that!

- He wants a set of eights.

- Go fuck yourself!

- The third hand.

- But what are you waiting for? Try the sorry two.

- No, it would be a mistake.

- I don't need a three of a kind.

If he gets it too, he'll win anyway.

I never try for a straight flush,

but maybe now is the time.

- Yes!

- Well done, Remo!

Now a three of a kind is not enough.

He needs a four of a kind or a full house.

- Oh, no. - No, no, no.

- Yes! Go fuck yourself! Yes!

- Good work.

- We made it. - At least for now.

- I did it! I did it!

- How was the wind this time?

- It was perfect.

- And now all we have to do is hope

he'll keep his word and set her free.

- Hey!

Hey! What's up? Don't feel well?

No, no. Don't be afraid. I don't want to hurt you.

What's up? What happened?

- Please, call the police. - Yes.

- My name is Lucia Alfieri.

- Okay, don't worry. Everything's fine.

- Hello! Nice to meet you. - Thank you.

- You're welcome!

- Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

- Cheers.

- Hello everybody. How's it going?

- Let's put them down here.

- Hello.

- My brother owns a house above the cliffs. - Really?

- Why don't you go cry on her shoulder?

- What the fuck are you doing?

- Are you happy? - Yes.

- Hello, Lucia.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

- You're beautiful.

Something to drink? - No, thank you.

- Open it.

- When he kidnapped me, I felt he put a needle in my arm.

- Do you recall anything of the place where he kept you prisoner?

- When I woke up, I was tied and gagged.

It was a decrepit room.

Not much furniture, dirty unplastered walls.

And a table on which were two computers.

- And him, did you manage to see his face?

- No, he always had a balaclava on.

- Excuse me, Lucia.

Did you hear any strange noise?

- I was left unconscious almost the whole time.

He woke me up for the game.

When it was over, he gave me another injection.

I don't remember anything else. I woke up at the side of the road.

- What did you hear when you were awake?

- Birds singing, maybe pigeons cooing.

Traffic noise, but distantly.

Wind blowing through the trees.

- Did you ever hear anything like a bang, an explosion?

Or else a gun shot?

- No, nothing like that.

- Hi.

- Hey Remo. - Hi, Bunny.

- Finally!

- How goes it? Hi, beautiful. - Hi, Remo.

- Do you want a smoke?

- It's good stuff, try it. - Okay, I'll take it.

- Okay, thank you, Bunny. - See you.

- Here you go.

Take one.

Do you have a cigarette?

No, sorry.

But I've got something else to smoke, if you want.

- Oh yeah? Really?

- Yes, really. How about a break? - No, I can't. I'm working.

Do you want to come too? You like to play, don't you?

- What is it?

- A place where you can win a lot of money.

- Yes, well. I don't need it.

Why don't we do something else?

- Something like... this?

Wow. Maybe if you behave yourself.

- Where did she go? - That way.

- Hey! Wait!

Wait!

Stop, please.

Stop. Stop.

Why don't we play another game, eh?

- Okay.

- You're so beautiful.

Ow!

Come here, please. - No, you come.

- I don't even know your name.

- But I know yours, Remo.

- Hey!

Hey, wait!

Stop!

Hey! Hey. Stop for a moment.

What's wrong?

Who told you my name? - Wait.

- Why, why do you have my photo in your bag?

Who are you?

Come on, tell me the gag.

- I've been paid to do this. - Paid to do what?

Who paid you? - Some guy.

Some guy who told me that you're friends.

- But who, what is all this?

- I don't know. He just said I should bring you here.

He also said to give you this, here.

- Who?

Now that you reach your destination, you'll see two doors in front of you.

One leads to safety, the other to death.

And now, if you want proof, I'll show you that this is not a joke.

What does it mean? What doors? These?

- I don't know. I'm scared, I'm going.

- No, you're not going! You stay here. What is this?

- I don't know. Please, let me go!

- Stop. Tell me what it is!

Oh God.

- There's your proof. Now make your choice.

You can't escape. Make your choice now!

- Okay!

- Poor boy.

- How could he know Remo was playing for us?

- He knows too much.

He is one of us.

- Try to cheer up.

- If you keep going that way, everyone will turn against you.

- Stop. I don't care.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Do you hear me? - Hello.

- Hello? - It’s me!

- Hello? - It's Alvaro, do you remember me?

I'm the owner of the video arcade you and your pretty colleague visited.

Do you remember me? - Yes. What's the problem, Alvaro?

- The problem is, I saw on the news that the guy Remo was killed.

- And so?

- The one I told you about was not Remo.

He wasn't that tall, nor that young.

The word is he used to live near Trastevere, on the Gianicolo.

Oh! I have to go now. Busy busy!

- Hello?

- Hello, Anna. - Hi, John.

- Listen, remember that Alvaro guy? He just gave me an interesting lead.

Um, check the Russian roulette files,

I need the address of the guy who died five or six years ago.

The card player maybe lived nearby, maybe they knew each other.

- Okay, I'll check and text it to you.

- Okay. Thank you, Anna. - John?

- Yes? - See you later.

- Look how beautiful!

- Kids, gather around me, please.

Okay, now I'll explain a very important thing.

This is a Gianicolo tradition.

Every day, for well over a hundred years,

right here, and always on time,

they have fired the cannon exactly at twelve o'clock sharp.

- Yes.

- Hello?

Hello? - Anna, it was all a bluff.

- What do you mean? - The noise I heard on the recording

was the cannon they fire every day on the Gianicolo at twelve o'clock.

The girl wasn't killed at three; he killed her three hours before.

The game was fixed, it was all recorded.

- Yes, but why? - Because he wanted an alibi.

That's why!

But where are you? - I'm on the way home.

- There's no service here. I'll check the gardens nearby to find that pollen.

- John, where are you? - I can't... Hello?

Shit. - John?

- It's Anna. Put me through to the commissioner.

- He's not at the office now. - I'm worried about John.

He was after a lead. I last heard from him two hours ago, on his way to Gianicolo.

And now I can't reach him. He's disappeared.

- What lead?

- He claims that the first game we played was recorded.

He thinks that the card player wasn't playing live.

And he killed the girl three hours earlier.

That he was building an alibi.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm thinking about John, I can't reach him!

Are you listening to me or not?!

- Yes, I am. Very well. - Tell the commissioner. I'm on my way.

- Okay.

- Anna, they've just found Brennan's car.

- Where? - On the Gianicolo.

Let's go, the Gianicolo!

- Get in the car, Anna. I'm going there too.

Are you very anxious about him?

- Turn on the flashing lights. - It's in the back.

- Where are you going?

- To the car.

It's a shortcut.

- You've got some pollen on your shoulder.

Stop the car!

Stop the car!

- What's happened?

- Welcome to hell, Inspector Mari.

What did you do to John?

Sorry, I had to kill him.

- Don't talk bullshit! - You don't believe it?

Look at this little souvenir.

You've never liked any of my gifts, eh?

Do you know why I brought you here?

So you'll meet the same end as your father.

- You know nothing about my father!

- Maybe not. But I do know...

that you are about to die.

Just like him, under a train.

But you won't hear it coming.

My favorite game.

A fair challenge.

And now a lovely game, just you and me.

- No way! You're crazy!

A regular game. The card player always plays fair.

This is the bet. Guess which one is your key.

The winner goes free. And the loser,

the loser will be hard to identify.

We have little time.

Usually, the police starts. But we're both police...

- You're not with the police, you're just a piece of shit!

- Okay, okay I'll open.

- Tell me why. Why's it got to be me?

- You have the courage to ask me this? I've always loved you.

It's your turn. Go move!

- Love.

You don't know what it means to love.

- Still, all I did was for you. And now I'm risking it all for you.

- I can beat you. I want you dead!

- No, forget it.

You can never beat me.

- You ugly son of a bitch!

You don't deserve to live.

You don't deserve to live! You don't deserve to live!

- Yes!

One-zip, my love.

And the train is coming.

- Undermine him, make him nervous and ridicule him.

Undermine him, make him nervous and ridicule him.

Put him into a state of confusion.

- Your turn.

- How could you think I would ever like you?

A madwoman wouldn't want you! - Shut up, you damn bitch!

Shut up!

- You're a nobody even at poker!

John saw your bluff.

He is a real man. You're nothing! You're a bore!

- No!

Three jacks! One-one!

- You studied your daddy's book, eh?

- Deal the cards.

- I feel a lovely vibration.

Something is coming.

- Deal the fucking cards!

- Don't tell me you're having an attack of gaming fever?

But then it's in your blood. - I don't want to die with you! Hurry up!

- Yes! Yes!

Royal flush! Unbeatable!

- I won! You're going to die!

- No. No, I won!

- I won! Between two royal flushes,

the minimum always beats the maximum. - Who says so? Your stupid book's wrong!

- These are the rules!

You're a loser.

At poker, just like you are in life. A failure!

- No!

No! No!

I had a copy.

I'm coming.

I'm coming.

Bitch! Daughter of a bitch!

- Who's shooting?

Look, over there!

Miss?

Miss, are you all right?

Miss?

Miss?

Do you need a hand?

Miss, what's happened?

- Hello? - Chief Inspector Mari?

- Yes. - We just got the results.

You're pregnant. Congratulations.

- Thank you.