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SUSPICIOUS DEATH OF A MINOR

- Would you care to dance, please? - No, thanks.

There's a message for you, miss.

Thank you.

I CAN'T COME. BE CAREFUL.

Did he stand you up?

That's none of your affair.

I was thinking, if he did stand you up

I can fill in for him.

I'm on my own too. If you catch my drift.

Let's dance.

I see you caught my drift.

The good thing about this place is you make friends easily.

But someone like you could do better.

I know a much more suitable place.

- What do you say? - Kiss me.

Take your hand off my butt, moron. And guide me towards the exit.

Let go of me!

You bitch!

Miss Marisa is on the telephone, sir. She wants to speak to you.

- Tell her I've already left for New York. - Very well, sir.

- Good evening. - Evening.

The time is exactly 9pm.

Raimondo, are you in there?

Raimondo?

Evening. Do we know the cause of death?

The death blow was to the throat, severing the aorta.

And various other blows to the breast and the abdomen.

The face is disfigured, probably to render the victim unidentifiable.

More like the work of a maniac, wouldn't you say?

Could be.

Any tell-tale traces of love juice, Doctor?

No, nothing at all.

OK, Mr. D.A., it's your turn.

There are no more questions to ask, not of the coroner.

- Who is in charge around here? - It was all in order.

He showed me his identity card. He said the girl was his daughter.

Really? Well, his identity card was phony. You can count on it.

As for the young woman's card, she'd forgotten it, I'd say, huh?

- How many days were they here? - It was less than a week.

But they only slept here two nights, maximum.

- There's no more to tell. I assure you. - Yeah, yeah.

We could ask you to come and look at some photos

- at the police station. - Are you kidding? It's so hot.

Besides, those mugshots are ugly. And I'm not good at recognizing faces.

You get that, Listri? She's not good with faces.

Come on, I'll buy you a coffee.

Forensics will be busy for another half hour.

We're going to need a tip. We've got nothing to go on.

Well, we've got to do something.

If we could only find out the name of the girl.

We'll do what we usually do.

Check her identity card, which will turn out to be false.

Fingerprints will tell us nothing.

What else?

We can check out the Missing Persons' Bureau.

There again, there are so many kids on the run...

No, the poor girl will be buried and the case will be closed.

I have a hunch the killer was into prostitution.

Son of a bitch, they've done it again.

Do you agree with me, then?

No, I was talking about my soccer team.

They've lost again and now my system doesn't work.

I've been betting the soccer lottery every week for ten years.

I've never won anything.

Stop! Thief!

Stop, come back here. Stop, thief!

- My solid gold lighter... - You'd better call the police.

Hey, mister. You've got to be careful.

Not many honest people around here.

Only thieves and whores!

And police officers!

I don't give a damn.

I know.

Easy for you to say.

I think of myself. Got it? Yes.

I understand, but I'm telling you no, all the same.

I'm not stupid, you know.

Times have changed. I've got to look out for myself.

The cops were questioning me.

How safe is this for me?

I could lose the license here.

Tomorrow I want to reopen. You must...

Hello, hello!

Hello!

Hello!

- You know what you get for babbling? - Who are you?

Did you tell the cops all or just part?

I didn't tell them nothing. I swear!

It's unwise to tell a lie just before you meet your maker.

Let's hear how much you spilt.

I didn't tell them nothing. Only what I was told to say.

I didn't want nothing to do with this rotten racket.

Trafficking minors is dangerous. I told Menga so.

But he wasn't satisfied with the usual whores. He wanted more.

Menga's in for it too. Tell me where to find him.

I don't know. I don't know, I tell you! Who are you...?

Your executioner, if you don't tell me where I can find Menga, understand?

Only the police ring like that.

Go down and open up.

Move it! Come on. And no nasty tricks.

Be a good girl, hm?

- Good evening. - Good evening.

I want to take another look at the room where the girl was killed.

It won't take long, hopefully.

Take as long as you like. The main thing is I get to reopen this place.

That depends on your responsibility in this case.

Would it hurt to get some light here?

- How are you doing, Carmen? - Had a good day today, eh?

Not really.

I don't believe you.

- What do you average on a good day? - 5 or 6. Why?

How much do you make on your resale?

3,000 lire each.

I saw you clip those cops this morning. You're talented.

I'll give you 50% of a lot bigger haul.

You'll make 300,000 per hour. Interested?

I'm not sure. What's this about?

This car is hot and there are a lot of uniforms patrolling this area.

I don't know. I need to know who I'm working for at least.

For MYOFB.

- What's that? - Mind Your Own Fucking Business.

- What's your name? - Giannino. You?

Paolo, but they call me Milingi.

Ah, that one there.

Hey! Thieves! Stop them!

- They took all my earnings. - Piss off!

- Are five enough? - Maybe. How many whores are there?

Let's do another round.

Good evening.

Knights of the Garter. Hi, there.

- Oh! - Go and take a spin. I'll cover the rear.

That's it. Just give it to him. Beat the hell out of him.

Cut his gizzards out.

Show the troublemaker he can't get away with it.

Get him.

Pick on innocent women, will you?

Giannino!

- Giannino! - Hop on.

This is my mother. He's the baby of the family.

This is my little brother Geg�. This is Paolo.

- Hello. - Good evening.

- Ciao. - We're originally from the south.

- Where's your father? - Oh, well.

He got nailed. Dad will be away at least another eight months.

These things happen.

I know, but it's tough for me. I got to support the family.

What's with all these handbags?

Mind your own business.

You should have seen him knock these people out.

Yes, with these. Even you could do it.

- But that's unsportive. - It is.

But only when they're used against you.

Look how much that old dragon made tonight. Just for a...

If I was a girl, you bet your ass I'd be out hooking.

Giannino, don't use such language in front of the children.

Mom, I know what a hooker is, please.

It's bedtime for you. Get undressed. And say your prayers.

And ask God for forgiveness.

You can keep the dough. All I want out of it are these notebooks.

- But... - I told you to mind your own business.

Help me. The name I'm looking for is... Menga.

Menga...

This broken lens, I can only see out of one side.

Here you are. Go and buy yourself a new lens.

SYNDICATE OF MILANESE WOMEN DOMESTICS

- Ciao. - Ciao.

Well?

The only number in all the agendas was this one.

Either there's a great demand for domestic workers,

or this is where masseurs are recruited.

It might be a profitable business.

Listen, kid. You do only what I tell you. Get me?

Sure, Paolo. I'm just eager to work. Can I come up with you?

You do what I tell you to do. Right now I'm telling you to beat it.

When I need you I'll call. Till then...

Alright.

You'll have to see that lady over there.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- Morning. - Good morning.

Your full name and address, please.

You want a girl by the hour?

- Is the director in, by any chance? - I can handle your problem.

No, I want to speak to the top man.

Excuse me, Signora, this client insists.

I'm the director of the syndicate. How can I help you?

That depends. Let's see your best offer.

I'd say by the hour. That's always better.

It is difficult to find permanent workers.

Unless your flat has only up to three rooms.

And you and your wife don't have children.

I don't have a wife. And I don't want anyone permanent.

By the hour it is. From 8am to 3pm. Meals are included.

- Thursdays and Sundays free. - Anything else?

Yes. Insurance. Holiday pay. Severance pay.

Listen, I was really rather thinking of the evening.

- Babysitter? - That's it. I need a babysitter.

- In what district? - Does it matter?

If it's out of Milan, no.

The girls on our register are mostly very young. Students, many of them.

Students? Nice.

What does it set you back?

2,500 lire an hour. Travel time is paid too.

Services cease at midnight.

At midnight? Why, does she turn into a pumpkin?

I'm afraid you've come to the wrong address.

No need to be so suspicious

All I want is a babysitter.

The kind that would babysit for a kid around this high.

I've told you that you've made a mistake.

Do I have to telephone the police?

- Why? - We're professionals. Dial the number.

No, no police. I'm just, er... I made a mistake.

You're right. I'm sorry. Goodbye.

- Wait. Call Raimondo. - OK.

Well, the car belongs to a museum, but you're a bit better.

Don't put too much faith in appearances. Get in, let's go.

No, not that way. The door's stuck.

You've got to climb in. Through the roof.

This is fun!

- Up yours! - Give me your hand.

You know, three days ago,

two bastards on a motorcycle like that stole everything I earned that night.

- No way! - I mean it.

Hang on tight. This old number's a bomb.

Bodywork is one thing you don't need, kid.

Like the flash of your headlights.

If you want to go for a longer ride, enjoy all the features, it's 30,000.

Will you take dollars?

Dollars? Why not?

As long as... you pay upfront.

Here are 50 dollars. The exchange rate works in your favor.

Not really. Dollars are not what they used to be.

But why deal in dollars instead of lire?

My employer pays in dollars. Petrodollars.

He's an Arab. And he's loaded.

I drive his limousine.

Why don't you introduce me?

You're not his type. If you're over 16, you're too old for this guy.

Youth makes him happy and he pays for it.

- As high as 500,000 lire. - Introduce me to him anyway.

For 500,000 lire I'll find him a toddler.

What's in it for me, though?

- I think 10% will do. - 20.

There'll be nothing left for me.

Wrong. I'll give you a telephone number.

If you close the deal you call and ask for Paolo or Giannino.

For now, though, I want my 50 dollars' worth.

Balls, it happened again. These glasses.

PORELLA'S SON KIDNAPPED

I know you're doing your job but I'm tired.

Please, have mercy.

I've asked the police to stop the investigation.

Do us a favor.

Leave us alone, will you?

Let my son come back unscathed.

Hear that? Another kid snatched.

That's Porella, the chocolate king.

They snatched his son and are asking for 2 billion.

Read the news instead of betting all the time.

Speaking of which. I want to try a new system.

But it'll be expensive.

I need to find more people. I can't bear the cost on my own.

OK. We'll speak later. The boss wants to see me.

And I don't think it has anything to do with betting.

- Hey, Teti? - What?

I want to look over the results of the autopsy they did on that girl.

I got it all in my office.

Tell me, Listri. How would you like to join my new system?

Seven doubles and two triples.

I've never played soccer lottery in my life.

- Who is she? - The girl is the right age.

- Everything else is irrelevant. - Good. The boss likes fresh products.

This one is top of the range. Hardly ever used.

As for the dough, she'll do whatever he wants for 300 dollars

and we pocket the rest. Just be sure...

- Yeah? - Just be sure you're serious.

The guys in the organization will think nothing of blasting you.

Now tell me where to send her.

The Hotel del Parco.

She has to be there at 4pm on the dot.

Tell her to ask for Signor Yousuf. Remember that.

Weren't you getting it fixed?

You could have been a little gentler. Come on, give it here.

- Ciao. - Ciao.

Good afternoon. Signor Yousuf, please.

I have an appointment.

Come in.

Good afternoon.

I said good afternoon.

Afternoon.

Do I get undressed in there?

Not bad.

- I'm not Yousuf. - What?

- Call him then. - He was called out at the last minute.

That cost me my afternoon.

Don't worry about the money. He told me to pay you.

Your check.

Wow, he's a gentleman.

Well, since it's paid for... I could give a little to you.

I don't want to abuse Signor Yousuf's trust.

- That wouldn't be cool. - Don't you fancy me?

First, I want to ask you a couple of questions.

- How old are you? - Old enough.

- Why did you choose this profession? - It's not a profession.

Ah, it's a hobby for you. I collect stamps.

Really? Good for you.

Why don't you stick one up your ass and send yourself to New York?

Because I find you very boring. May I go?

Wait.

Tell me, who is this gonna land on?

Well, to ease my conscience, since I earned it with so little sweat,

I'll make a donation, OK? To the home for wayward girls.

Can you hear me, Giannino? Come in, over.

Loud and clear. Heading towards Borgo Buenos Aires.

OK, I'm on my way. Stay tuned to this station. Over and out.

I'm taking the subway to San Babila. I'll call you when I get out.

Giannino to Paolo. Can you hear me, Paolo?

Yeah, where are you?

At the station up at Cascina Gobba. I'm following her.

- Don't lose her. I'm on my way. - OK.

Morning, sir.

She's crossing the overpass. She's crossing the overpass.

Alfonso Court. Alfonso Court, 15. Over.

Got you. Over.

- You. What do you want? - That guy wasn't there.

But he left the money for me.

Can I come in?

Yes, but you can't stay.

My share is all I'm interested in. I need money urgently.

- I need to pay that whore. - This check isn't signed, dumb bitch!

- Didn't you see it isn't signed? - No, she didn't.

Come on, man. Put your hands up. Hands up, I said.

- So you sold me out? - No, it isn't true. I didn't say anything.

He's the one who paid but I didn't tell him anything.

Turn around or I'll blow up your ass.

Beat it, you idiot, or I'll put a bullet in her empty head.

Step aside. Move, I said. Drop the gun.

Drop the gun... Drop it!

This is no time to sleep. Get up. You are fine.

- Where am I? - On your feet. Let's go.

Raimondo Menghini.

Menghini Menga. That's it. It was him, goddammit.

Why did he live in such filth and squalor?

You want to help me get them out of here?

But they're dead.

If they were alive, they could move themselves.

Yeah, it's tough.

Get out of here fast if you don't want to get in trouble.

- Aren't you scared of the police? - Don't worry. I can handle it.

If I need you, I'll call you. Here, take this dough.

- Giannino... thanks. - See you.

"Banque de Travail de Suisse".

690,000 Swiss francs. That's big money.

At the current rate, that would make... 700,000 multiplied by 260...

...that would be...

Will get you in lire... a 160 million. Not bad for a pimp.

Looks like he was planning to stay for a while.

It's an extraordinary event in the history of television.

We're reporting live from the home of Mr. Porella.

It is very touching scene

as they hug the boy and shower him with kisses.

It's as if the boy has come back from the dead.

My dear...

When was your last contact with the kidnappers?

- I don't want to think about it. - You must be happy now.

Listen, Rossi, make sure I'm in close up this time.

I'm moving in and hoping to have a few words

with the mother of the child.

You must be very emotional, Mrs. Porella?

- Yes. - And happy?

Very.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, the victim.

What have you got to say, young fella? I guess it was a rough adventure?

Yes.

Where was the gang holding you all this while?

In an enclosed space. All the windows were shut.

It was always night.

Mr. Porella, where did you leave the suitcase with the ransom?

Where I had to leave it.

I can't say any more. I won't say any more.

- How much ransom did you pay? - A lot.

- Could you at least tell us...? - Enough.

- He'll tell the rest to the police. - This way, please.

We're forced to interrupt our broadcast

because the authorities won't allow us to continue.

- We want... - Stand back.

We apologize to our audience, but this is Italy for you...

This is Italy... Don't push me...

- Hug each other again. - In Italy...

- Smile, Mrs. Porella. - In Italy.

Show some more emotions, Mrs. Porella.

Menga.

Where are you?

Hands up!

Son of a bitch.

I was right.

Calling all cars.

Porella's ransom has been picked up by the kidnappers.

An unmarked police car followed a suspicious looking BMW

heading back into the city towards the Cascina Gobba district

but was unable to stop it.

Of course it wasn't. It's a Fiat Cinquecento.

Search the area thoroughly.

Look at that.

My briefcase with the gold lighter. There's the thief that took it.

Hurry up. Catch him. Try to go unnoticed.

Will you hurry? He'll get away again.

Why do they have to make money so heavy?

I'm back. Right on time.

Back with the police escort. They can smell you a mile off.

Don't fool around. Put it in the back. Jump in.

Hey, look at that. He's got an accomplice. Sound the siren!

Come on!

- What you got in there? - 2 billion lire.

2 billion...? Bloody hell!

Hit the gas.

Who do you think you are? Mandrake the Magician?

- St John the Beheaded. - Pray for us.

- St Rita of Cascia. - Pray for us.

- Mary of Graces. - Pray for us.

- Mother... of God! - Pray for us.

They're gaining on us. Floor it.

See if you can slow them down with that door.

- Got them. - Well done.

Pull the other one out too. Hurry up.

Hey! I hit it!

Oh God!

You bloody idiot. Be careful, will you?

Faster. Faster! But don't hit anything.

Stopping short like that. Where did you learn to drive?

You should have been more careful.

- One of the lights is broken. - Big deal!

You cut in front of me.

Yes, but you didn't need to stop short.

Come on.

Hey, are you crazy?! This is the police station.

At least I didn't break my glasses this time. Hello, Inspector.

- Nice to see you, fellas. - Hello, Inspector.

Teti, hello!

Ah, it was you, Germi.

You're always fooling around.

You'll give me a heart attack.

I thought you were chasing me to make me bet on the lottery.

- What's this scoundrel doing here? - Who?

- He's my right hand. - He's your right hand?

That's the kid who robbed my briefcase with the gold lighter in.

Impossible. You must have mistaken him for someone else.

He looks like him to me. Are you sure?

As positive as a lottery win.

You two, how about carrying those sacks in?

You wait here. I won't be long.

You mean you're really a cop? A police inspector?

That's right.

But I don't associate with guys like him.

Let's go, Teti.

That's the Porella ransom alright.

Exactly 2 billion. Not a cent missing.

Well, the way you put it, it seems to me you're sorry it was found.

Porella will now be in fear of a reprisal.

I'll have to justify why you were working on a case we shouldn't have handled.

You'll have to explain why you waited so long to report those two bodies.

And I should be happy?

Congratulations. You got your man.

You kidding? He's Inspector Paolo Germi.

Inspector Germi belongs to a special squad

assigned unofficially to kidnapping cases.

Unofficially? Why?

Because every time there's a kidnapping,

the people involved ask us not to interfere,

so as not to endanger the life of the person kidnapped.

So, officially we don't intervene, but unofficially...

- That's illegal. - What are we supposed to do?

Twiddle our thumbs while people are being snatched in the street?

- At least this way we get some results. - For example?

For example, we know that in some way

Kidnappers Anonymous is behind the death of that girl in the boarding house.

Kidnappers Anonymous is responsible for the death of a prostitute?

Why not?

Well...

If you're so smart, perhaps you could give us the name of the dead girl.

Marisa.

Marisa.

- Marisa what? - Just Marisa.

I received a phone call.

A tip that a certain Marisa had big things to talk about.

I approached her in a dance hall but she didn't bite at the pass.

When I saw her next, she was dead.

Unfortunately, there are now two of them.

The latest is this, er... Floriana Gori.

Unfortunately?

It would seem that this second murder is the result

of the unofficial investigation of the first.

Inspector Germi has already told us what happened.

It's all in his report.

I'd like it explained why you never called the police

after Menga and the girl were killed, but chose to spend the night there.

Let's call it my sixth sense.

You can call it that. I'd love to know what the newspapers would call it.

You make me almost sorry I didn't steal the money and beat it.

You would have regretted it. Those bills were all marked.

Yeah, I'd only be able to use those bills for toilet paper.

But for Kidnappers Anonymous they'd be safe and sound.

You know how much was paid out in ransom over the last twelve months?

20 billion lire. They were all marked bills. Every one of them.

How many have turned up? Very few.

Yet the snatches continue. You explain it.

Yes, I can explain it.

We can be sure they've found a neat system of selling off their loot.

Mixing it with enough unmarked money to destroy any trace.

In my opinion, the people who fence these huge amounts

are a select group of businessmen posing as honest citizens.

Banks, insurance companies, then there's the import-export houses.

We got your point.

Are you asking us to investigate or overthrow the government?

All I ask is that you don't say too much about this

and that my anonymity be protected a bit longer.

I'll furnish the proof. Then we'll see what to do.

Your daughter got involved with a very dangerous crowd.

I'm sorry but we're going to have to ask you some painful questions.

You're the only one who can help us, sir.

The man who killed your daughter is dead unfortunately.

Did you know that her killer was a procurer?

Why...? Why?

It just doesn't make any sense.

Since I lost Marisa's mother the child hasn't wanted for anything.

At least that's what I thought. She was my only reason for living.

Obviously she was seduced, forced into it.

Maybe even drugged, we don't know.

In order to help us, you have to tell us everything you can remember.

I know it's painful for you, but it's necessary.

Friends, boyfriends, all you know about her personal life.

Anything that could give us a lead.

I'll try.

She's the one in the green sweater. Her name's Gloria.

Doesn't appear overly bothered by her friend's recent murder.

- I'm bored. - What's the matter, Geg�?

Did we only come here to look at women?

- No, what do you want to do? - Let's go on the rollercoaster.

- Rollercoaster, Geg�. - Who cares about spelling?

When I grow up I'm going to be a delivery guy.

Yes. Giannino will take care of the women. Come on, let's go.

We're going downhill now. Careful.

Are you scared, Geg�?

No!

Brave guy!

- Get down! - What's going on?

Keep your heads down.

Look out for your brother. Don't move.

Hang on for a bit longer. The ride's almost over.

You look after Geg�.

Halt.

NO ENTRY DANGER

- Goodnight, Mom. - Don't be late.

You know, Gloria, I can't sleep till you're in the house.

Don't worry, Mom. I won't be late.

Ah, my ankle.

- Want a hand? - No, we'll be alright. Thanks.

Gloria, what happened? Did you fall?

I'm sure it's nothing serious.

Probably just a sprain. Can I come up?

- Yes. - I don't know what happened.

You're in pain. You telephone and say you can't make it tonight.

Babysitter.

Thanks, I can go the rest of the way.

Frankly, it's better this way.

You don't need to work in someone else's house like a servant.

- Listen to your mother. - OK, Mom.

Why on earth do you do it?

Well, it pays for cigarettes.

And a babysitter is more than a servant, wouldn't you say?

It's a servant with a different name. Lean on me.

OK, Gloria, go to bed.

- Who did you say you are? - No one. I was just passing.

You're welcome.

- What went wrong? - The thing didn't work.

We've got to start over again from the top.

- The top? - Yes, the top.

I'm going to revisit some of my old friends

to see if they're still singing the same tune.

Meanwhile, you try to get close to Gloria.

- Me? - For heaven's sake.

There's a bonus for every usable piece of information.

- Come on. Let me come in. - Let go. I'm tired.

- I'll give you double. - Some other time.

- Triple. - I said no!

- Quadruple. - I'm just too worn out. Let me go.

- Give me at least a little kiss, huh? - Oh, Jesus.

Come here. OK, tomorrow then.

- Yes, tomorrow. - I'll come a bit earlier.

- OK. Bye. - Bye.

Trouble doesn't only happen outside. It's inside too.

You scared me. I have a weak heart, you know...

It's your ankle you should be worrying about.

Actually, not even that.

Something far more worrying is coming your way.

But I don't understand. You got no cause. No.

It is not my fault. We both lost equally.

The only pay off I have any interest in is 2 billion lire.

- 2 billion what? - 2 billion lire.

From Porella, the chocolate king.

But... I don't eat chocolate. It makes me break out.

A fight will break out if you don't speak.

Use your hand for once, instead of your genitals.

Who did Menga work for?

- I'd get killed, you know? - You're about to get killed now.

Come on, spill the beans.

But... he... he didn't. He worked alone.

He ran an agency.

The Syndicate of Milanese Women Domestics.

But it was really a front for trafficking teenage girls.

- Am I right? - I don't know.

- Why would I know? - Come on.

Alright, it's true.

You shouldn't leave money around.

Especially not hidden in the TV set.

Thieves today know all the tricks.

You paid with my own money.

You're a bigger crook than the cop on the beat.

At your service.

- Hey, just a second. - Sorry. The office is closed.

CLOSED

- You're mistaken. - OPEN

- With your permission. - What do you want?

What are you doing? Who are you?

Why do you come busting in like that?

- No! - OK, fat ass.

Go stand there in the corner and keep quiet.

Help!

You two, out of the way. And keep quiet!

I'm the only one who makes any noise here.

- I demand to know the meaning of this. - You get over there too.

Hold it. Hands up, don't move.

You too. In the corner, moron.

You're crazy. What do you want from us?

I want the name of the girl who was killed in the pens/one.

Which girl? What pensione ?

Shall I refresh your memory?

We don't know anything. We're just employees.

The owner is dead.

- So I was told. - How do you know...?

You shut your mouth.

All of you, against the wall. You've got 30 seconds.

You're official timekeeper, like on television.

You've got 30 seconds to answer. If you get it wrong you die.

I want the full name of that girl and the reason she was killed.

25 seconds.

You mean you'd really murder us all?

- 22 seconds. - This is murder.

- We don't know anything. - 18 seconds.

16 seconds...

- 12 seconds... - 10 seconds...

5 seconds...

- 1 second... - That's it, your time's up.

Marisa Pesce, but I don't know the reason for it.

- Give me that name again. - Her name was Marisa Pesce.

The banker's niece. I don't know why she was killed.

Now it's your turn.

- How about the 2 billion? - I swear I don't know anything.

I really don't. But you don't believe me, do you?

- And you're going to kill me. - I believe you.

It figures that a two bit punk like you wouldn't get close to 2 billion.

- Well done. - Thanks.

You can call the police now.

Last time I was able to calm him down. Cover everything up.

But this time nothing will stop him.

He warned me that if you go on with your own investigation...

- May I? - Ah, come in, sir.

Inspector Germi is here too, as you can see.

Good to see you, Inspector.

Breaking and entering.

Assault and battery, firing a deadly weapon,

threatening homicide.

This is what the domestic agency has reported.

What do you know about this?

I know enough to send them all to jail.

We found three bullets in various walls.

- We're running a ballistics test. - No need.

The bullets are mine. Listen to me and arrest them all.

Sir, I must advise you

that I'm constrained to proceed with these charges against Inspector Germi.

Well, explain yourself. It was self-defense, right?

No, sir. It was self-offense. Look here.

This is why I went to the agency.

Secret bank accounts of Mr. Menga.

It adds up to more than a million in francs -

more than that guy could make peddling young girls' tails.

The account I found in his hide-out is from the same Swiss bank.

Alright.

But what's not alright is to go around shooting at people.

Well, neither is it justice if they try to pot me.

Ooh, it's late.

I have to run. I have an appointment with Gaudenzio Pesce, the banker.

- You know who he is? - Oh, I know him. Don't get in his way,

or we'll have Milan, Rome, the Vatican and the CIA on our backs.

With the charges, sir, I have to proceed.

Good. So do I. Come along with me.

You can keep tabs on me and this time I will come clean.

- I promise. - Tell me something.

Why do you want to see Gaudenzio Pesce?

Oh, didn't I tell you?

The young lady found murdered in the pens/one was Pesce's niece.

Yes, gentlemen.

It's Marisa.

Are you sure?

She was my niece.

But to me and my wife she was like a daughter.

She lived with us for three years

after she was tragically orphaned as the result of an airline disaster.

Recently she preferred to live by herself.

Like many kids today, they don't want to be indebted to anybody.

I couldn't do anything to stop Marisa from moving out of the house.

We put everything into that girl -

all our aspirations.

We had no children of our own.

But who did this terrible thing to her?

That was the question I thought you'd ask first.

The first question I was sure you would ask, if you don't mind my repeating.

Your niece Marisa was found murdered in a run-down pens/one

frequented by prostitutes.

Marisa?

No, no. No, maybe a lover.

She was liberal, like all the girls are today,

but... she couldn't have sunk so low. It's not possible.

Marisa had some information that she wanted to divulge.

That was the reason she died.

When did you see her last?

I'd say about...

...yes, I guess it was about two weeks.

Though I'd always keep an eye on her from a distance

and see if there was something we could do.

Then I flew to New York.

My father said to me, "Pray to St. Rosalia

"instead of calling the police," because he didn't live in Milan.

OK, I see. Forget all about it now.

Here's a statement for you...

Your eyewitness account of what you saw.

- Please sign. - Where should I sign?

Below there.

- That's the girl. - I demand protection.

The killer could come back for me.

Yeah, right. The killer.

A guy with dark glasses. How can we draw a sketch of him?

With that description you know when we'll apprehend the killer?

The day you win the lottery.

Did the killer wear glasses so dark they reflected?

Yes, that's right.

Long blond hair?

Exactly. That's him.

- How do you know? - I do what I can with what I have.

- Take her away. - Let's go.

The elimination of witnesses means they're afraid.

And if they're afraid, we're closer to the truth than it seems.

The man with those glasses is the same one who followed Marisa Pesce.

You can be certain it's not the last we've heard of him.

There's no one here.

I told you to arrest them. Now they've taken off.

And everyone else was killed. Not to worry though.

They still have me to give them a headache.

And I hope to make their heads split.

- Here he comes. - That's him. Can I go in?

Yeah, yeah, go ahead.

Hey, I see you've got a new car.

Yeah. A new green camo car. It's practically bulletproof.

I thought I told you to keep away from me.

You'll put yourself in jeopardy.

- You want my big news or not? - OK, tell me.

I got closer to Gloria. She said Marisa Pesce was a friend of hers.

Let's go.

We were about to leave. No one was opening the door.

- Good afternoon. Two? - Thanks. We'll find some seats.

My husband left this morning. I don't know when he'll be back.

It's just a formality. A serious crime has been reported.

- A crime? - Yes, she tortured a cat.

- A cat? - I know.

As strange as it sounds we deal with cases like this too...

Well done, you two. Now pretend to be kissing.

If they see you next to me you could get into trouble.

Don't overdo it, Giannino. She's here to speak to me.

Well?

Floriana wanted to get rich. Stupid but understandable.

Marisa Pesce, however, didn't need money.

Why did she get into it?

Excuse me, do I look like a stool pigeon?

You'd better start talking. Do you want Mom to find out

it isn't babysitting what you do?

For openers, those two loathed each other.

Who? Marisa and her uncle?

Two days before she was killed, we went down to his office.

They talked for a couple of minutes.

Marisa told him off real good. The old guy couldn't frighten her.

Marisa threatened to bring the whole thing out.

Two days before she was murdered.

The banker told us she hadn't seen her in two weeks.

He had sex with her when she was thirteen.

I'd go with Floriana to Marisa's house to study together.

Good old Mr. Pesce would always drop in for a chat.

That's how we all started.

You mean all three in a sack? What a pig!

What happened next?

One day we ran into a guy that worked for our old banker.

He told us he ran an agency that would be able to fetch us lots of easy dough

- and we went for it. - Marisa too?

No, Marisa had a different deal.

- What kind of deal? - I don't know.

She knew something about her uncle's business

and wanted Menga's help to blackmail him.

He pretended to go along with it and then he killed her.

- I really don't know. - Yeah? Well, I do.

I also know what Marisa found out.

- What was it? - None of your business.

If you're referring to the drugs, I know all that.

- The drugs? - He really was a degenerate!

Keep quiet. And don't touch her.

- What drugs? - He'd give us some white powder.

We later discovered what it was.

Down!

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You'll have to tell me where you got that gun.

I need to thank the wimp you have robbed. Giannino!

Bravo. Perfect form.

You look like a film actor.

How did you get here?

Sorry to come here unannounced.

I thought you'd pretend not to be home.

You're accustomed to lying.

I see you don't lack a sense of humor.

You're right. I'm forced to lie all the time

to protect myself from certain people.

You saw Marisa two days before she was murdered.

Yet you said you hadn't seen her in a while.

You two had a row outside your office. Don't you remember?

- Is that so? - Yeah, it is.

Sure, we argued. It was only natural that we disagreed from time to time.

Take a seat.

Let's call it problems in communication.

Generational differences, you know.

From time to time I had to have a serious discussion with her.

Sometimes she wouldn't understand me.

And I would not understand her. Poor girl.

I see.

How old was she when you had your first serious discussion?

Say thirteen?

- What are you getting at? - Nothing. Just repeating gossip.

Marisa was blackmailing you for what you did to her.

Is that true?

Leave at once.

I've had enough of you. And don't show your face here again.

You can pass out orders only to those in your pay, Mr. Pesce.

That sounds like a proposition. If you were in my employment,

you'd be able to buy a new pair of glasses for yourself.

Actually, I do have a new pair of glasses.

Recognize them?

Then wear them and piss off.

You won't get rid of me that easily, Pesce.

Ernesto, see the Inspector to his car.

Sir.

Oh, I nearly forgot.

Is the Banque de Travail de Suisse an affiliate of your group?

Yes. Why?

Nothing. If I win the lottery, I'll know where to bank the dough.

I read your report. Science fiction. The worst kind.

It's ridiculous.

You find check books from a certain bank

in the pockets of a couple of crooks and you want us to arrest the banker.

And the orgies with underage girls?

A whore's testimony. Can you imagine?

Anyway that's a completely different offense.

You don't even know what to charge him with.

- He's the one who had his niece killed. - And how do you prove that?

Proof? What the hell do you want us to bring you?

A confession signed and sealed by Gaudenzio Pesce saying "I killed her"?

We have some clues. Let's begin with the banks.

I want a mandate to peruse the records of every bank associated with Pesce!

- Switzerland included! - You must be crazy.

If you think we can do anything like that

with the kind of evidence we have, you must be out of your mind.

Do you have any idea who Gaudenzio Pesce is?

Just one word from him and he'll send us packing.

Me, you and the entire justice department of the Republic.

I remind you the law is equal for everyone.

Oh, sure. Equal for all.

Only some are a little more equal than others.

And to nail them, you have to have proof.

Mountains and mountains of proof.

What about the rule of law?

This is more like the law of rulers.

How many times do I have to tell you? I don't need you anymore.

I'm through with the special investigation division.

From now on, I'll sit in some office and play with paperclips.

What's going on? Just when I decide to give up a life of crime

- and go to cop school. - You're too honest to be a cop.

- Find yourself a decent profession. - Piss off.

That's my boy.

Anyhow, I owe my life to you. Thank you.

Actually, I have to thank you too.

You know, Gloria and I. You introduced us.

Glad to have acted as your pimp.

- I have to go. - Ciao.

Ciao.

I trust that I haven't disturbed you too much, Inspector.

So you drove all the way down from Lugano

to bring me a letter? Why didn't you mail it?

My anonymous client wanted me to bring it down personally, Inspector.

The check's made out to me. Why?

Look at the numbers. 100,000 Swiss francs.

- More than 25 million lire. - Yeah, what's it for?

My client says you could...

...use it for a new pair of glasses, Inspector.

Really?

Well, tell Mr. Pesce I want golden glasses,

and I'll need more money than this.

I'm afraid I don't know this person.

In any case, my client thought you may refuse.

500,000.

- So when converted into lire... - Oh, 130 million, more or less.

Is there maybe a third envelope?

Very well. Tell...

Tell Mr. Pesce I'll get two pairs.

I'm asking you what this means?

It's all in the letter. Explained and signed.

My suspicions were unfounded. It's all a big error, so I resign.

I tried to help you every way I could.

I even put my job on the line a couple of times and this is what I get?

- How much did he offer you? - "He", sir? Who's he?

He paid you off.

Come on, sir. Who would offer me anything?

- You know damn well. - The allusion is to Pesce.

It's not like you to stoop to insinuations this way.

You're accusing someone, without any proof.

This is science fiction. The worst kind.

I get paid to stand for a lot of things but not your sarcasm.

You want to resign. Great. Out!

If we have to serve the big interest, then we really ought to make it pay.

- Ciao. - Working class.

- What did you say? - I'm retiring to private life.

And you can stay in this dump with your meagre salary.

- Did you hear what he said? - He's won the lottery.

He found the right system.

Colombian prime?

Colombian prime.

First, they sweat it out, then they fill up again. It's utter madness.

When you go back to Rome, just make sure you grease the wheels.

They want more and more oil.

So give it to them. Money is no longer an obstacle. You know that.

What's new in petroleum?

Apparently, they're going to bring down tax by 5 lire per liter. Big deal.

Look at me. 10,000 workers were made redundant.

If it weren't for Pesce's bank, I'd be sunbathing in the Caribbean.

I'm going to Zurich tomorrow.

At Lloyds, there's a complete list of kidnapping insurance policies.

Better than the Yellow Pages, right?

Well, when I return I'll begin in earnest.

I count on nearly a billion lire a month.

No more risks nor obstacles.

In a few hours we'll settle everything for good.

- Ciao. - Ciao. Sorry I'm late.

Just as I was leaving, this package came.

I suppose there's a card inside. I wonder who sent it.

It wasn't me, for sure. I'm broke.

Hop on, or we'll be late for the show.

He's in bad shape. His body is not responding.

- And the girl? - She'd lost too much blood.

She didn't make it. Maybe it was better this way.

They were carrying a bomb.

Those lunatics should be stopped.

With their bombs and their drugs they'll all end up getting killed.

Yeah, you're right. We must stop them.

Thank you.

Hello?

Yes, I'm at Iselle. I came via the Sempione.

About an hour.

Yes, it's a nice quiet place to cross.

The guards are pretty much uninterested.

Got to go. I'm about to enter the tunnel.

I'll call you back from Switzerland. Ciao.

Take care of that.

I don't like that guy.

- I see you're wearing new spectacles. - Yes.

- But I'm going to arrest you anyway. - You're crazy. On what charge?

Possession and trafficking of hard drugs.

You're joking?

Take a look at these photos.

I paid a little visit to your townhouse.

You were surrounded by girls under 16 years of age,

all of them high on your cocaine.

The negatives are in a safe place,

and if I don't telephone from the next stop,

tonight's editions will be well illustrated.

These photos are a mere embarrassment.

They're scandalous, of course.

But to arrest me you need the drugs.

Do you think, though, that I'd be so foolish as to leave drugs around?

And did you think that I wouldn't figure them to be gone?

I can assure you that there are drugs in your townhouse.

I put them there.

In a little while, they'll be discovered by detectives of the narcotics section.

Like Al Capone?

He winds up inside on income tax charges

and I'm going to jail for a bit of cocaine.

Ridiculous.

Very well. How much?

There's one death too many in this story.