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A Deputy Commissioner in Catania

This is Catania! An impetuous, effervescent, youthful city,

a city full of life and laughter.

A city that wants to be together, laugh, have fun...

Carmelo, it's your turn. Go!

- What a way to spend a Sunday. - The ad said great beach games.

I thought, I don't know... maybe water skis, like our old days in Palermo.

And instead, we ended up playing darts with water bombs.

I have to win, Vanina. I want to win, so you have to commit!

They're worse than ninjas. Look at them!

Two, three, up!

Nice shot.

Who were you aiming for? Vanina, it's your turn.

- Let's blindfold her. - OK.

Three turns.

Vanina, the balloon!

One, two... three!

Yes!

Amazing!

We won! Yes!

Spanò.

Boss, what's all this confusion? It's like the Feast of Sant'Agata'.

- I just won a competition. - Bravo. A race?

A one-legged water balloon shot contest.

- Is that a sport? - Yes, an Olympic sport.

- What happened, Spanò? - We have eight cases of attempted murder.

Poisonings, apparently.

- What were they poisoned with? - Ice cream.

Ice cream? Are you kidding me?

- No. I'll see you in Piazza Duomo. - Coming.

- Where did it happen? - At the King of Ice Cream.

- And who is the King of Ice Cream? - Don't you know him?

The King of Ice Cream... You know, the commercial!

You haven't spent enough time in Catania.

It's the most famous ice cream shop in the city.

- How are the victims? - Two of the adults and a child

were taken to the ER.

The others weren't as bad and are just at the hospital for observation.

What happened?

They were just eating their ice cream and they found pills.

- Pills? - Yes, I'll show them to you.

I left the details to Lo Faro.

Fuck, Lo Faro?

Lo Faro, put away your phone.

- You want people to laugh at us? - Sorry, it was for social media.

Something like this has never happened. Pills in ice cream, it's crazy.

Lo Faro, remember this... selfies and socials are not for work.

I'll make a note.

- Lo Faro, the details. - Give them to me.

They look like sugar pralines, white chocolate chips, the ones they use.

- Do you know what the pills are? - No, forensics just arrived.

Anyway, Marta started the investigation and of course there's Agostino Lomonaco.

- And who is Agostino Lomonaco? - What do you mean?

The owner, the King of Ice Cream. Right?

- Salvo, she told you 100 times... - Hi, Marta, tell me.

Hi, boss. For now, we've only found pills in four bowls of ice cream.

Supreme Hazelnut, Cantaloupe, Lomonaco Cassata and Strawberry Ricotta.

- Wow... - They use cow's milk! It's in the air too.

Try not to faint.

- Where's the king of all this ice cream? - He's inside.

Excuse me, is it true you only use cow's milk?

Good morning. Guarrasi, Homicide.

Oh, ma'am! You have to do something,

you can't let the King of Ice Cream get ruined like that.

Mr. Lomonaco, people were poisoned and are now in the hospital.

Don't you realize that whoever did this wants to destroy me?

- They want to ruin me... - First, calm down. Our priority is the victims.

We have to seal everything and close your shop.

- What do you mean? - It's necessary for the investigation.

It's not just for the ice cream shop. This whole building is ours.

We have labs, warehouses...

We produce ice cream for all of Sicily, did you know that?

You want to close us for God knows how long?

Dad, calm down... The police will do their best.

Don't worry.

The King of Ice Cream is the pride and joy of this city.

I created it. It's my blood.

I'm the first victim of this.

Come on, let's get something.

Hungry for the beginning of the investigation?

- Agatino, good morning. - Good morning, ma'am.

- What's going on today? - The usual, what else?

- Ma'am, the usual? - Thank you.

Boss, forensics called.

So what?

The pills found in the ice cream are totally harmless.

Harmless? What about the people who got sick?

The doctors said it was shock, like panic attacks.

The labs are perfect, they're fine. The others are fine, too.

- They'll send them home. - And what are these pills?

Eutifron, a natural tranquillizer. Very light.

So was it a joke? I don't understand.

No, whoever did this wants something with Lomonaco.

He wanted to send a message, a threat.

Nunnari, what can you tell me about him?

He's a famous entrepreneur. He owns not only that building,

but a dozen more ice cream shops all over Sicily.

- It's the best ice cream in Catania. - Cammarata has the best ice cream in Catania.

- What are you saying? - Cammarata, the truck in Villa Bellini.

You can't compare a truck to the King of Ice Cream!

- What about the ice cream truck? - Come on. Can we stop this ice cream talk?

- Sorry. - Let's say Lomonaco is an important man

and people envy him.

Because you didn't taste the Spicy Pistachio.

Spicy Pistachio?

- Tito, you wanted to see me? - Yes, I've been waiting for you.

Dr. Macchia.

Didn't we tell him to dress appropriately?

He looks like someone in a war movie in that camo.

He loves the military life, but he's a good guy.

- Why didn't he join the army? - Maybe he wasn't chosen.

And so he's ours. Come on.

Hello.

Hello, ma'am.

Ma'am! Thanks to Mr. Macchia, we may have a solution.

A solution to what?

Since we've learned this was just a bad joke,

I've been thinking about it and I decided

to approve Mr. Lomonaco's request to reopen tomorrow.

- So soon? - There's nothing to worry about.

I've put maximum security in place.

In addition to the ice cream that was for sale, the ice cream stored

in the freezers must also be disposed of.

Tito, they can't reopen tomorrow. We still need to investigate.

Ma'am, please listen to me.

If word gets out that my ice cream isn't safe, my brand is over.

- And I already know who planted those pills. - Who?

An employee I fired yesterday. Santo Tomarchio.

It was him, I'm sure. He's a jerk, a punk. He wanted revenge.

Hello.

Have a good evening.

Work.

Come on!

Spanò, speak louder otherwise I won't hear you.

Boss, are you always in chaos?

Come on, don't be like that. Go ahead.

I just wanted to say that the Lomonacos emptied the warehouse and they can reopen tomorrow.

- Does that sound OK? - What can I say, the big boss decided.

What about that employee?

Nothing. Santo Tomarchio isn't home and not answering his cell phone.

I think this guy has a guilty conscience.

We'll keep looking for him tomorrow.

- Have a good night.- You too.

Vani, do you want to leave?

You think I'll skip the show?

- Spanò.- Boss.

- Why are you calling me this early?- The King of Ice Cream.

- Agostino Lomonaco was murdered. - What?

Is this a joke?

No, boss. They found him in his office.

- We just got here. - I'll be right there.

Good morning, Dad.

Step back, please...

Thank you.

- Ma'am. - Thank you.

Triple coffee, you need it after a chaotic night.

Spanò, they should build you a statue.

Boss, I don't understand.

First they put pills in the ice cream, then they smash his head.

That means two things.

First, whoever put the pills in the ice cream wanted him dead.

And second, we were idiots allowing him to reopen so soon.

- Us? - Spanò. Let it go.

Good morning.

This is where they make ice cream.

Then there's the storeroom with the refrigerators and the offices.

It's a maze. This way.

Here we are.

Hey, Vani!

What's with that face?

Take it easy. I fell asleep at 5:00 am.

You have to do something about this insomnia.

- Let's focus on this. - OK.

So he died of concussion.

They hit him in the head with something heavy.

Time of death, I'd say between midnight and 2:00 am.

- Anything else? - Can I start the autopsy?

I'll talk to you later.

But not too late because Luca's back from Yemen

- and we're going out to dinner. - Then have a good night.

- Have a good day. Spanò. - Bye, Adriano.

Let's see.

Everything's here, money, ID...

Look at this.

We'll keep this.

The hair and clothes look like something from the late '60s.

Come with me, I'll show you something.

Look.

The safe's closed, but it looks like someone tried to open it.

The employees told me he kept the day's cash in there.

- That would explain it. - What?

Maybe someone broke in to steal,

Lomonaco found the thief who panicked and then...

- It went wrong. - Exactly.

Boss, the family's outside.

Ma'am, my father! How is this possible?

Rino, I'm sorry.

Good morning. I'm Maria Lomonaco, Agostino's wife.

This is Corinna, my daughter.

My kids are in shock. I'd like to take them home.

Yes, just a few questions.

How come Agostino was in his office so late?

My dad always used to work late, and the day was ruined by the pills.

- He had a lot of things to do. - Did he have enemies?

I don't know, my husband was a very closed person.

Had your husband been worried about anything recently?

- I wouldn't know. - Why?

Agostino and I separated six months ago. Things hadn't been good in a long time.

This was in Agostino's jacket pocket.

- Do you know who she is? - I've never seen her.

- Neither have I. Maybe it wasn't even Dad's. - Yes, Rino. It was.

- Who is she? - His mother.

It's the only photo he had. He always kept it with him.

- And he never showed it to his kids? - I told you.

He didn't like to talk about himself. I happened to see it once when he dropped it.

He told me she was his mum and she died young. End of story.

Ma'am, tell me... did my dad suffer?

How long did it take to...

Unfortunately, I can't tell you.

Welcome, Cecilia!

- What? - Me?

- Welcome, Cecilia! - Yes.

Marta, come on.

- I think the safe is a hoax. - Why? There were 6,000 euros in it.

Yes, but the scrapes on the safe are superficial and random.

They didn't even steal his wallet.

And then those Eutifron pills, as I feared, were a warning for Lomonaco.

So the first thing to do is to find this Santo Tomarchio.

Boss, he's here.

- Who? - Tomarchio, Lomonaco told us.

He came on his own accord.

Good morning, ma'am.

Your chewing gum.

- Where do I throw it? - It's yours, keep it anywhere you want.

I never saw your calls. I called you back as soon as I could.

- And why didn't you pick up? - I was in Messina. I was doing a job.

- What job? - For my social media.

Would you please explain?

Today, if you want to be famous you have to be online.

There are influencers who cook, some do yoga or fitness...

I do it with ice cream.

An ice cream influencer.

Ma'am, you don't know that ice cream has its own world.

People make ice cream with potatoes, beans...

Some people get ice cream with drugs and some eat it with bugs.

I swear! With crickets, grasshoppers. It's nasty.

All right, tell me about your problems with Lomonaco.

He was angry when I didn't go to work

but I needed the days off for my social media stuff.

- Do you have an alibi for tonight? - I didn't leave Messina in the last two days.

I was attending the International Semifreddo Festival.

- Semifreddo Festival? - International.

There are dozens of witnesses. I have a lot of pictures on my socials.

Have a look. See?

- Now if you'll excuse me... - Sit down.

If you have an alibi for last night,

you don't have one for Eutifron pills in the ice cream.

And I'll let you know that Lomonaco was certain that it was you.

What are you saying?

I don't even know what that is! I make ice cream, not medicine.

OK, you can go now.

Come.

- The doctor's right there. - Thanks.

You can do that at the clinic near your house, OK? Good, Yuma!

- Dr. Monterreale? - I'll be right there.

OK? Bye, Yuma. Hello.

Welcome to Paediatrics.

Deputy Commissioner Guarrasi. They told me you were working ER yesterday.

About the Eutifron in the ice cream? Crazy stuff.

How'd it go with the patients? Was everything under control?

No, luckily the kids didn't show any symptoms. The tests were negative.

And what about those pills, Eutifron. How do they work?

Can anyone buy it? Do you need a prescription?

No, no prescription. Eutifron is a natural, very light anxiolytic made with herbs.

- And so? - So I think whoever put those pills in the ice cream

knew what they were doing

and wanted to be extra careful that no one would really get sick.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

How was the show last night? I wanted to go too, but I was working.

- Commendable, as they say. - What do you mean?

- Super cool, maybe. - I haven't heard that since high school.

You're from Palermo, too, right? Manfredi.

Vanina!

I lived there for many years.

- And do you like being exiled here in Catania? - Just don't say you're from Palermo.

Don't tell me you say "arancino" instead of "arancina".

No, never.

But they know anyway. Just say "'mbari" and we're fucked.

It's true, we can't say that. "Compà" is much better.

You're Giovanna Guarrasi, aren't you?

I remember you from the newspaper articles. Palermo Anti-Mafia Squad.

- What are you doing here in Catania? - I was transferred a few months ago.

- Still Anti-Mafia? - No, Homicide.

I have to go now, excuse me. You've been very kind.

I thought you could give me your number.

For the investigation, maybe I'll remember something.

Sure. For the investigation.

Maybe I'll be helpful.

Bye, compà.

There you go. Keys to Lomonaco's apartment.

He'd been living there since his wife left him.

How do you eat all those sugars without putting on weight?

Metabolism mystery. Listen, what about the daughter?

Corinna Lo Monaco is the first-born of Maria and Agostino.

She graduated from medical school and she's an intern in anaesthesiology.

- Her relationship with him? - No serious conflicts.

- Why are you asking me? - She's a doctor.

Whoever planted those pills knows about drugs.

Come on, we're done for the day.

That's mediocre, boss.

You're not funny.

The famous anti-mafia judge Paolo Malfitano

held a press conference today in which he presented

the appalling results of his new investigation...

Good morning, everyone.

I'll give a brief statement because I'm happy

that we have finally completed a very important operation,

and I'm particularly happy with the cooperation

of all law enforcement and of the many of our fellow judges who have helped.

We can't lower our guard, we must of course be very careful.

We always count on your work to continue to shed light on these big problems.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Oh, God...

- Mum?- Vani, what's wrong? Were you busy?

I was sleeping.

Are you serious? But it's not even 10:00 pm!

Do I have to go to bed after midnight?

Please don't use that tone. How do I know when to call you?

Mum, tell me... the more you speak, the less tired I am.

It doesn't matter. I'll call you tomorrow.

No, now you have to tell me. You called me. Talk.

Nothing, I wanted to ask when are you coming to Palermo?

You moved to Catania seven months ago

and you've never come back. Do you think that's right?

- I know, it's not easy. - I see, two hours by car.

Two and a half hours.

An impossible journey, it's true.

Vanina, we miss you. Your sister Costanza wants to see you.

- And Federico always asks about you. - Do you have to make a list?

You're not funny. Can't you just take two days off?

Mum, I can't put up a sign that says, "Don't kill anyone, I'm on vacation!"

You don't have to use that tone with me. Sorry to bother you.

Bye. Talk later.

She's always the victim!

I can't sleep now.

Spanò!

Do you want me to die of a heart attack at 35?

And I'm 54. Look at this!

What are you doing here?

Boss, with respect... what are you doing here?

I was searching Lomonaco's apartment.

- At night? - I couldn't sleep.

- And you? - I was driving around and saw the lights on.

Then I came up, the seals were broken and I came in.

Did you find anything?

Just work papers and bookkeeping documents.

But there are some other kinds of documents that I think might be interesting. Here.

- Shall we take them? - Yes.

We'll take a good look at them tomorrow.

OK.

Did you notice anything else strange in the house?

His computer.

The weird thing wasn't what was there, but what wasn't.

- What do you mean? - I checked all the files, browsing history...

There were only business documents, financial news, the weather...

What's strange about that?

That was his personal computer and there was nothing personal.

No pictures, no emails.

Didn't Lomonaco have any friends?

What was his life... a working robot?

- We need to find out more about Lomonaco. - Tomorrow we'll look into it.

Boss, if I may...

How long have you been suffering from insomnia?

A long time. Years.

- And you? - Since my wife left me.

How do you spend your nights when you can't sleep?

I go to the sofa bed in my living room.

I've got everything there.

TV, DVDs, cigarettes, fries, chocolates... It's my oasis.

When I don't sleep, I watch a movie to kill some time.

And you?

I look at the ceiling... at least I don't think.

Sometimes memories come, and...

Does it still hurt?

It's not pleasant.

Anyway, it's nice not to sleep.

Catania never sleeps, so it never makes you feel lonely.

It's the beauty of Catania.

Yes, and I never liked sleeping because every time you sleep it's like you die.

You close your eyes and you don't know when you wake up, if everything's changed...

Spanò, should we try to sleep at least three hours, OK?

Yes, you're right. But this time it's on me.

Sure.

- Dante, I'll leave it here, OK? - Thanks. Good night, Carmelo.

Good night.

Good night.

Good morning!

On my way in, I got ice cream from Cammarata for everybody!

Good job, soldier. This is the initiative I like.

I got you pistachio so you can tell me that it's the best in Catania.

Let's see.

For you strawberry with sprinkles, made with fresh milk.

- Thanks anyway, Mimmo. - Fuck, the milk. I didn't think about it, sorry!

You don't have to apologize.

You've been here a year and you haven't converted yet! Eat it once, it's OK.

But I'm fine.

Spanò, you have to understand when it's time to stop.

What did I say? This pistachio is crazy good!

- Almost as good as Lomonaco's. - Sure.

Boss, while I was getting the ice cream, a man told me

that Cammarata and Lomonaco were childhood friends. They even worked together.

- Friends? - Yes. What's wrong?

- Maybe he can tell us something. - OK, we're going now.

Nunnari, go to Marta and cheer her up.

- And continue to examine these documents. - Yes, ma'am. But I'll leave this.

Marta, I'm sorry. I didn't think about dairy,

I just wanted to be nice.

- I know, Mimmo. I'm not like all of you. - We're friends here, all of us.

Then you should stop looking at me like an alien for what I eat.

Why are you saying that?

- Marta, you're right. What can I do? - Nothing, Mimmo.

I just need someone who understands me. That's it.

But... I understand you.

- Thank you. - Sure.

Good morning. Guarrasi, Homicide Squad.

- Are you Ruggero Cammarata? - Yes. What happened?

- Do you know Agostino Lomonaco is dead? - I heard he was killed.

It's terrible. But why are you asking me?

- You were friends with Agostino, right? - Many years ago, yes.

Don't worry. We just want to ask a few questions about Agostino, that's all.

All right, no problem.

- Carmine, stay here. - Sure, Dad.

Don't get too upset, OK?

- My dad's sick. He's doing chemo. - I'm sorry.

- I'll stay and work. - Come on, let's walk. It's good for me.

Sure.

Agostino and I were like brothers when we were young,

but it's been a long time since we were in touch.

As a child, Agostino didn't have an easy life.

His mother died in childbirth when he was born.

He had a picture of his mother in his pocket.

Yes, he always had the picture on him. Even as a kid.

He always thought about her, even though he'd never met her.

- Did he live with his father? - Yes, but Aurelio wasn't fit to be a father.

He was too hard on Agostino, he treated him badly.

So Agostino became very closed, like a walnut.

He was cautious with everyone, very touchy.

- But you became his friend. - Yes, but I was the only one.

Then when he was 16 years old, he went to work with his father.

After a while, he convinced him to let me work there too.

But for our friendship, that was the beginning of the end.

Why?

Because Aurelio treated his son very badly. He always showed a preference for me.

He said I was better at making ice cream, that I knew how to treat clients...

And of course Agostino suffered for this.

A lot. So he left after a few years.

- And he left you with his father? - Yes. He opened his own business.

And that was the beginning of his fortune.

He opened one ice cream shop after another, and he started making a lot of money.

But we grew further and further apart.

He didn't want anything to do with me any-more.

Someone like him could never really be with people.

- Thank you. - No problem. Have a nice day.

Good morning.

I have to admit, this pistachio is fantastic.

- No ice cream for me? - It is for you!

- Boss? - Marta, tell me.

Among the papers, we found a very strange document.

- What is it? - A legal deed.

- It says, "Rescission of paternity". - Rescission of paternity?

In these papers, Agostino claims that Corinna isn't really his daughter.

- Really? - Yes.

At the time, he acknowledged her because he loved Maria

and he wanted to marry her. But he said she wasn't his daughter.

But if he acknowledged her, she was like his daughter.

Not at all. And since Maria decided to leave him,

the reason why he had acknowledged Corinna wasn't applicable any more.

So had the right to disown her and to take his name from her.

The lawyer told us the papers were ready to be filed in court.

That's absurd! She was his child for almost 30 years!

Now there's a motive as big as a house.

Because he would have taken the inheritance from her.

Did you call Corinna?

She's at the hospital. We can't talk to her until morning.

No, boss, that's bad for your stomach.

You haven't seen the half of it.

Her mother, Maria... where is she?

She bought a restaurant downtown when she left him.

- She manages it herself every night. - Get me the address.

- Good morning, compà. - Dr. Monterreale!

- Still so formal? - Is this about the case?

- Nothing I haven't already told you. - Then why are you calling?

- Solidarity. - Solidarity?

Solidarity among people from Palermo.

Since I'm a decent cook, I thought, for solidarity's sake,

to invite you to my house for a menu strictly dedicated to Palermo.

I'm tempted. But it's too soon to have dinner at your place.

Are you scared? You're a cop, you're armed.

- Always. - Then what?

Let's have lunch tomorrow.

At Giorgino's, next to the station.

- Is that OK? - Of course it's OK, compà.

Great.

See you tomorrow.

I recommend the chocolate eggplant. It's a mix of sweet and savoury, our chef's speciality.

If you've never tried it, you have to. It's delicious.

- Good evening, I need to talk to you. - I'm working, is it so urgent?

Yes. If I go somewhere, as a police officer, that means it's urgent.

I'm sorry. As you wish, but I' have work to do.

Why did you leave Agostino?

- Is this about his death? - Did he cheat on you?

- No, it was just over. - Can you explain?

Agostino didn't know how to live and have fun.

He killed the smiles of people around him.

- Was he depressed? - I wish. It would've made him more human.

Agostino was only happy when he worked, and that's all he did.

- You were together almost 30 years. - You always try to fix things,

then you realize it's just over. That's all.

We found out that Agostino wanted to disown Corinna.

- He claimed she wasn't his daughter. - Luana, please take care of table three.

That's not true. Agostino was slowly going crazy.

So he invented it.

Only because he couldn't stand me leaving him, of course.

And he was so convinced that he wanted to sue.

Agostino wasn't well. He'd always been a little weird.

In the last few years, he got worse... more and more lost in his worries.

- It was a madman's blackmail. - Blackmail of what?

The only thing he wanted was to force me to be his again.

So you're claiming that the rescission of paternity had no grounds.

Totally.

Corinna is Agostino's daughter, understand?

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do.

Hello.

You know I tried something vegan yesterday?

Yes. There was the cream but no milk

and there was mango and something called "gra gra".

- Agar Agar? Did you like it? - A lot.

And I feel light now.

Look, I wanted to get some tofu with ginger in a place in Aci Castello.

- If you want to, we can go together. - Yes. Yes, for lunch.

What do you think I can tell you?

Imagine what it's like to be disowned by your own father.

- Out of the blue. - How did you react to that?

I wanted to do the DNA test to get this over with.

Then my mother's lawyer insisted not to until the court ordered it.

How was the relationship with your father before?

Dad was a peculiar man.

But he was a good father, you have to believe me.

Do you, like your mother, think your father was going mad?

Yes, he definitely had a nervous breakdown because Dad was a control freak.

He worked too hard and then when my mother left him,

it hit him pretty hard.

- Where were you the other night? - At my house, I live alone. Why?

Dr. Lomonaco, you might be in serious trouble.

You don't have an alibi and you have a motive.

- What are you implying? - The Eutifron pills in the ice cream.

Whoever put them there knew exactly what they were doing.

- And you're a doctor. - I'm not the only person who knows drugs!

- You might have been angrier the following night. - This is crazy. I didn't do it. Believe me.

This isn't about believing.

I didn't kill my father, and I never would have because I loved him!

Even with him disowning me, he loved me! He told me himself.

- When? - Four days ago.

- He wanted to see me. - And?

Dad was trembling, he was overwhelmed... But he wanted to reassure me.

He said nothing would change between us, even if he had to sue.

- Didn't he explain why? - No, he said it wasn't about me.

Just that he didn't want my mother to walk all over him any-more.

I don't know... He looked crazy.

I don't know why he did this.

But I know for a fact that my father was suffering.

Then I hugged him tightly.

And I left. That was the last time I saw him.

Next time, we'll get the iris with ricotta.

Mine with chocolate, though.

- We could have eaten at the café. - No, we couldn't be late.

This is the most important day of your life.

- Isn't that when you get married? - No, that's the second.

The most important is the first day of high school.

And why?

Because you grew up here, Vanina.

It's in high school that you start making choices that will define your whole life...

Fuck.

This looks like an Easy Rider chopper!

Nice reference! From this moment on, you're almost the woman of my dreams.

You're crazy!

If I tell you how much it cost me, you can say that again.

Come on, park it. Let's walk, rider.

Sure.

- Giorgino, our guest first. - What do you recommend?

I'd recommend roasted swordfish with green salad.

- Great, thank you. - For me... pasta alla norma,

beccafico sardines, the Palermo version, you have to taste them...

and the usual mixed fried fish to start.

- The fish is fresh, ma'am. You'll enjoy it. - Good. Thank you.

- Just a little something. - They invented digestives, didn't they?

How come you became a doctor instead of a biker?

For the girls, of course.

No motorcycle has the charm of the stethoscope.

I see. And why a paediatrician?

Do you want to have more kids than a soccer team?

- No, it's just that kids give you strength. - What do you mean?

When they look into your eyes, you feel like you have no right to give up.

And all you can do is take care of them.

How come you're a cop?

- I decided when I was in high school. - High school?

- You make the most important choices there. - Really?

- And you never changed your mind? - Never.

I'm the only one talking.

Tell me something.

- What? - I don't know, something about you.

About me?

I am what you see.

I smoke like a chimney, eat like a pig, drink like a camel.

I like feeling good.

You know what?

For children, words are never direct.

I mean, kids never mean what they say because words are often what they hide behind.

So to understand children, you have to try to find out

what's hidden behind their words.

And the truth is often different from what they say.

I'm not a child, though.

That's true, but sometimes it's the same for adults too.

- Are you grilling me? - Me?

- You should have been a cop. - Can I ask you a question?

One, but you have to answer without joking or hiding.

It smells like a trap. OK.

Why did you leave the Anti-Mafia Squad?

I mean, I remember all those articles, all the arrests...

You were some kind of child prodigy of the Sicilian Anti-Mafia Squad.

And then you ran away here. Why?

You can't fight all wars.

Because you either die or you risk going crazy.

I fought my war. Now it's time for a new chapter.

But now I have to go, I'm sorry.

- I said something wrong. - No.

- If I did, you can tell me. - You didn't.

So you trust me?

- What for? - The Palermo dinner at my house.

Really? What are you cooking?

Beccafico sardines, my way.

I'll let you know, compà.

Well? Do you like it?

- It's very good, it tastes real. - But it is real... real tofu!

Yeah, right.

Listen...

- Do you like working homicide? - Of course, that's what I wanted to do.

Yes, I love murders too.

- Are you happy here in Catania? - Yes, quite.

- Are you sure you like the tofu? - Yes, it's wonderful.

By the way, I wanted to ask you...

Why did you come here from Lombardy?

I wanted a change.

- Change is very important. - Are you all right?

Yes, it's just a bite went down the wrong way.

And how did this military look of yours come about?

- You noticed? - Yes.

When I was little,

I liked to watch 'An Officer and a Gentleman' Do you know the movie? And there is...

- Mimmo? - No, I'm fine.

There's a scene where Richard Gere...

- Mimmo? Oh, God. - Where Richard Gere...

- I'm fine... - Mimmo?

Excuse me, can you call someone?

- Mimmo? - I'm fine...

- Are you OK? - I'm fine.

What happened to Nunnari?

We went to Veggie's to eat tofu and he felt sick.

I took him to the hospital and turns out he's allergic to soybeans.

- Are you laughing? - No. And how's the new vegan now?

They'll release him tomorrow. Excuse me, I have to get some tea.

- Lo Faro! - Ma'am.

Did you find anything on Tomarchio's social media?

There are pictures of him with ice cream.

And the comments, ma'am!

"This ice cream is good..." "This one is crazy!"

It's ridiculous, he doesn't even have any followers!

- What do we care about followers? - Sorry.

- Tomarchio and Lomonaco argued. - Didn't he have an alibi?

But he could have had an accomplice. So come on, find something.

Right away.

- Good morning, sir. - Good morning.

Vanina, am I disturbing you?

Tell me.

Corinna Lo Monaco's questioning.

I read the report. I mean, I think it was her.

I don't think she did it.

Sure, I knew that. It was too easy, wasn't it?

Forensics think it's likely that whoever hit Lomonaco

was at least 5'5" and Corinna is three inches shorter.

"Likely" doesn't mean "for sure".

There can be variables. Maybe she wore heels.

I don't know.

And Corinna seemed sincere to me.

- Sincere? - Yes.

You do understand that to save themselves, people become good actors?

I won't accuse someone if I'm not sure about. I want to follow other leads.

There's no need to get angry.

I trust you, so I'll give you a few more days. OK?

- I'll leave you to your work. - Thanks.

- Bettina, hi. - Hey, Vanina. I made scaccia.

Bettina, having a landlady like you is like winning the lottery.

It's always a pleasure.

Have a good night, and especially enjoy your scaccia.

Thank you, Bettina.

- Bye, dear. - Bye.

We have to think that these stones, which are some of the toughest on Earth...

God, no! Ignazio, no...

In Palermo, a stolen car loaded with explosives

was parked during the night in front of the house of the public prosecutor.

This is the most serious warning yet received on the eve of the new trials

in which the prosecutor has a leading role.

We still remember the blows inflicted on the Palermo mafia by the prosecutor

along with the chief commissioner at the time, Giovanna Guarrasi.

Those arrests made the prosecutor's name famous throughout the whole country...

In other news...

- Giacomo.- Vanina.

- I've seen the news, how is he?- Paolo seems fine.

- Did they provide more guards?- Yes. Do you want me to tell him you called?

- No, don't.- Vanina, my brother can't forget you.

Giacomo, promise me that if anything happens, I won't hear it from the news.

I promise.

- Thanks so much.- Bye.

Fuck!

Vanina?

- Are you armed? - I'm always armed, I told you.

Always?

How much do you talk, compà?

Vanina, where are you?

Vani?

Vani?

Did you sleep out here?

- Come on. - I got back late.

- Why are you here? - I brought breakfast.

Thank you.

I heard about your Paolo's car bomb.

- He's not my Paolo any-more. - Vanina... Whatever he is.

Vani, listen to me for a second.

He'd like to hear from you right now.

I don't get it. You're acting like nothing happened?

No, that would be wrong.

- Is that all you came for? - Of course.

- What? - I don't believe you.

Well... I met Luca, who's back from Yemen.

- Yes, Adriano told me. - Fuck, he's way hotter than when he left!

- I can't, I'm telling you... - You're a matrimonial lawyer, aren't you?

Then how did you manage to fall in love with someone who is gay

and is with our friend... your friend. Tell me.

Don't you remember the fortune, "You can't control your feelings"?

- No, I don't read those. - You just eat the cookies, huh?

- Giù, you have to get over it. - It's not that easy.

How are you?

- Fine. - Are you fucking kidding me?

Come on, please... we're both feeling shitty.

Muster the courage to admit it. Eat those croissants,

I brought them with so much love. Come on, we'll talk later.

- Hi.- Hi.

Know what happened?

I woke up, I got up and you weren't there.

Manfredi, I'm sorry.

Then I looked and there wasn't even a text, no note, nothing.

So I said, "I'll get dressed and go to the police

"to file a missing persons report."

What, did my full nude disappoint you?

No. Not too much.

That's good. So what happened? Your had to feed your parking meter?

I don't think it's appropriate to be sarcastic.

Don't worry about it. I'm just kidding. It's OK.

I knew right away that it was a particular night for you.

You don't have to explain.

In fact, let's think about our Palermo dinner.

- The day after tomorrow? - Great.

When you taste my baked pasta, you won't run any-more.

- Who knows, compà... - Paediatrician's word.

- Bye, compà. - Bye.

Your tongue isn't swollen any-more, is it?

Yes.

- Private Nunnari, are you all right? - Hi.

Sure. Thanks to her, she took me to the ER right away.

Anyway, if you invite me to dinner, tell me and I'll get the tofu vaccine.

Are you a comedian too?

You never shut up, do you?

Boss, can I go to her?

You're asking my permission? Go, we're not at school.

- What is it? - It's Lo Faro's game.

I'll turn it off.

Let's see.

Wait.

Lo Faro left Tomarchio's social media open.

- The ice cream influencer? - Yes, I told him to check him out.

Fuck, he eats a lot of brioches.

Zoom in here.

- Fuck. - Fuck.

Excuse me, ma'am, I went to get ginseng.

Lo Faro, didn't I tell you to check Tomarchio's social media?

I did.

And this is an influencer? Come on, he's got no hope.

Lo Faro, have a look. Here. What about them?

- Lomonaco and Cammarata were friends. - Yes, but friends as children.

Didn't Cammarata tell us it was 20 years since they last met?

This is evidence that they met a few days before Lomonaco died.

- I got confused, I'm sorry. - Lo Faro, you have no excuses.

If you want to investigate the case, we need to count on you. Is that clear?

Spanò, call Tomarchio.

- Sure. - You made me hungry.

Boss!

Tomarchio confirmed Lomonaco and Cammarata met that day.

He saw them go into the office, but he noticed that they were arguing.

- Did he hear anything? - No, but the discussion was heated.

- What did you find? - There's nothing new on Cammarata and Lomonaco.

But there's something interesting in their past.

- Tell me. - There was a trial 25 years ago

- involving ice cream patents. - Ice cream patents?

- Something like that. - Who pressed charges?

Ruggero Camarata.

- And who won in the end? - Lomonaco.

Let's go.

- Mr. Cammarata. We need to talk to you. - What happened?

- What do you want from my father? - Carmine, please don't get upset.

All right, ma'am.

- Tell me about that trial. - That trial ruined me.

When Agostino opened the first shops, he stole all my ice cream recipes.

He used those recipes without even telling me.

It was thanks to those new flavours that he had so much success.

They became the symbol of the King of Ice Cream. But it was all my work.

- What did you do? - I...

I tried to talk to him, but he didn't want to listen. He laughed at me.

So I went and filed a lawsuit.

- But it was a huge mistake. - Why?

Because Agostino was smart and he had very good lawyers.

So the trial started and it was clear to me that it was a dead end.

Agostino won the trial and you had to pay legal fees and damages.

It ruined me.

I was in debt and the interest increased...

My wife died young.

Carmine suffered a lot. He ended up in bad circles when he was young.

He got into drugs, he started dealing...

And then, finally as things were looking up, this tumour got me.

A few days ago, you met Agostino.

- Why did you hide that from us? - I asked him to meet me after more than 20 years.

Why?

I wanted to ask him for help. The money I needed to pay the remaining debts.

He said no, even though that money was nothing to him.

But why all these questions? You think it was me?

Mr. Cammarata, revenge isn't a rare motive.

Let me go to my van.

That's where I feel better.

Get the phone records and GPS data from Ruggero and his son's cell phones.

Why the boy's phone?

Agostino didn't just ruin Ruggero, he ruined his whole family.

He just told us.

You make me go out at this time...

It'd be better if they gave me a cat.

What's going on?

Oh my God!

Spanò, what's wrong? It's almost 2:00 am.

Boss, Ruggero Cammarata is dead.

Dead? How?

We don't know. His van caught fire and he was inside.

Carmine and the neighbours called us and the firefighters as soon as they noticed.

I'm coming.

Hello.

They've just put out the fire.

Yes, Lo Faro, I can see that.

Poor thing, Ruggero. I always felt sorry for him.

Did they find out what caused the fire?

Firefighters say it started inside the van, there was a gas stove.

- His son? - His son is there.

Hi, Carmine.

I know you're in a bad shape, but I need to ask you a few questions.

What was your father doing there at night?

The usual. I always worked in the van at night.

But then by midnight, I'd come home and rest.

So he got up to help me. He started making ice cream

because he liked it, it was his job. He said it helped him to not feel sick.

How come there was a gas stove in there?

The stove has always been there. We use it to melt the chocolate.

Thank you.

- Rough night, huh? - Let's not talk about it.

Vani, you don't have to see him... even though you've seen a lot of dead bodies.

- Look, a bullet is a bullet, but fire... - Adriano, I want to see him.

OK.

Tell me, Adri.

Cammarata died of asphyxiation from the smoke created by the flames.

- The fire got to the body only after he died. - How come he didn't try to escape?

There is an explanation. We found traces of codeine in his blood.

- Codeine? That's an opiate, right? - Yes.

There's nothing weird about it.

Cammarata had a terminal lung cancer.

Cancer treatments also use codeine-based drugs to treat the cough.

- So what do you think? - It confirms the dynamics of the accident.

Codeine can have a narcotic effect, especially in a diseased organism.

So Ruggero may have lost consciousness and dropped the stove, starting the fire.

- So you think it was an accident? - Yes. Even if it might be something else.

- What? - That he killed himself.

Do you think that?

You were investigating him, and if he was guilty...

He knew that the end was near.

- Marta.- Boss. Lomonaco's ex-wife Maria called.

He wants to see you as soon as possible.

I'm coming.

It's time to tell the truth because I can't do this any-more.

Many years ago, I had a relationship with Ruggero

- when I was already with Agostino. - Did Agostino know?

He had suspicions, but he couldn't be sure. He was always out working.

He accused me, we fought and I told him it was his sick imagination.

Then one day, I threatened to leave him.

He didn't want to lose me, so he finally told me he believed me.

We got married and he acknowledged Corinna.

- Corinna is Ruggero's daughter. - Yes.

It seems like Agostino's suspicions were still there.

For a long time, he managed to not think about it. He was just a dad.

Then when I left him, it all came back.

It was my fault.

With the rescission of paternity, he just wanted to force me

to tell the truth once and for all.

- You'll have to tell your daughter. - Yes.

That's why I wanted to talk to you.

Because I can't believe they're both dead...

That Ruggero is dead too.

Vanina!

Vanina!

You tell me you work all the time and then I find you sunbathing!

- Mum, Federico... - It's good to see you!

- Why are you here? - Because I really wanted to see you.

I had a cardiology conference in Taormina. I took your mum with me

and we thought, "Why don't we go see Vanina?"

You could've told me, I would have made something.

I thought it was better to surprise you.

Vanina, you're beautiful.

Yes, you're a beauty. How are you? Tell me.

As usual, thank you. I'll get you something fresh.

I'm coming with you so you can show me the house. I'm going with her.

Don't bother, Vanina.

- Nice house though. - Thank you.

And what are these, Dad's DVDs?

- Yes. - The old couch too.

- Do you have any guests? - No, I sleep there when I watch a movie.

Why don't you go to bed? This is bad for your back.

Can we stop with all these questions?

That's so nice. Do you remember?

I took it when we were on vacation in San Vito Lo Capo.

I have one with the three of us. I can send it to you.

I'm going to get a drink.

- You're getting a drink upstairs? - Yes, Mum, the kitchen's upstairs.

Did you hear about Paolo?

- I don't want to talk about Paolo. - Vanina, you have to stop.

I didn't say anything about how you left Paolo or why you left Palermo.

But you can't run away from us too. We're your family, we love you.

I'm your mother, I know you better than anyone.

I feel like you're walking away, and I'm scared.

Come on, can we hug for real?

Bye, honey.

- Bye, Vanina. - Bye.

Spanò, what happened?

Hi. Cammarata's cell phone data came in.

- Is there anything about Ruggero? - Not about him, but about his son.

The night of the murder, Carmine's phone connected to the cell tower near the King of Ice Cream.

- What time? - At 1:30 am.

- Boss, we have him. - Let me get changed and we'll go.

Hi, Carmine.

We're here to detain you for the murder of Agostino Lomonaco.

You're joking.

We know you were in his shop on the night of the murder.

Why don't you come with us and talk?

Marta, the motorcycle! Let's go!

Go!

No, turn here, we'll get him!

Stop!

- Carmine, don't fuck around. - It's over for me now!

- It's not over. Calm down. - You're fucking lying!

- Calm down. - You'll say that it's going to be fine?

Ice cream.

I've always hated ice cream.

No!

Marta.

- Marta, it's not your fault. - I was going to get him...

- I was there... - You did what you had to do, Marta.

It's not your fault, OK?

OK?

There's a dead man on the cliffs.

Yes, I'll send the location.

Vani...

I get it, and I'm sorry he killed himself.

But you only did your job, you couldn't have done more.

- I'd rather question him and have no more doubts. - What doubts? It's all so clear.

Ruggero Cammarata attempts to ask Agostino Lomonaco for help and is humiliated.

Ruggero's son, Carmine, is upset.

He knows that Lomonaco ruined his whole family.

- And you think this is his motive. - Just wait...

Carmine Cammarata decides to get revenge and kills Agostino Lomonaco.

Then Ruggero finds out what his son did.

But Ruggero is a good person, he wants to tell the police everything.

Carmine can only kill him. That's it. What more do you need?

I don't know, Tito. I'd like to be convinced.

And I'm not really at all.

Vanina Guarrasi.

Paolo, what are you doing in Catania?

I had to talk to Judge Pizzuto and I just saw you walking.

And you just happen to pass by the police station.

I confess, I repent. We've been here 40 minutes.

It's the first time I've done a stakeout to get a cop.

- Paolo... - I needed to see you.

- It doesn't make sense, let's not make things worse. - Mr. Malfitano!

We have to get in the car.

- I can't stay anywhere for too long. - I have to go.

Just for a little while. Otherwise my friends get nervous.

- And they're right to, given what's happened. - Bullshit.

It's just a scene.

- You look rough. - I'm asking you, please.

It's been seven months.

Come on.

Come.

How's Catania?

Good.

Good?

I'm trying to start over.

And that's wrong.

- There was no need to leave the... - Paolo, please.

Are you seeing someone?

Why are you asking me? It doesn't change anything.

Then why did you call my brother?

Because I wanted to know how you were, Paolo.

How am I?

Like someone you left out of the blue.

There's no need for...

Let me get out. I want to go, come on.

Nello, take us to the kiosk on the seafront.

- What are you talking about? - I feel like a granita, OK?

Can't I get a granita? And I'm going without guards.

- Sir, are you kidding? - The fuck you are.

You're not going anywhere without a guard!

OK, let's get a granita. But Nello and the others are coming with us.

Hawk One, can you hear me? Change of plans.

Go to the seaside in Aci Castello, stop at the kiosk.

You're always so beautiful.

You look even younger.

I'm not 80.

What is this? Did someone lose it?

Voilà.

- Are you doing magic tricks now? - It's your fault.

When you left me, I even ended up seeing a therapist.

You could've chosen a good one.

I remembered something talking to him.

When I was a kid, I dreamed of being a magician.

- You never told me. - I didn't remember.

But it was a big dream, almost an obsession. At least until the age of twelve.

Look what you've become instead.

My therapist says there's a link

between my dream of being a magician and what I am now.

And what is that?

The need to confront oneself with the impossible.

Magic is impossible, that's its attraction.

And even defeating the mafia for good is probably impossible.

But if you keep trying with your all,

sometimes the impossible can become possible.

Plus these tricks relax me.

They help me not to be too sad.

You and I can't be over like this.

- It's the only way. - I know what you're feeling.

I know that ever since the Cosa Nostra targeted me,

your life has become hell. I know you're scared. I am too.

If they had set the trigger in that car the other day...

It's a war, Vanina. But we can win it.

We can still fight together.

I can't, Paolo. I can't live with this terror.

I couldn't bear the thought of losing you.

But we love each other.

Please, Paolo, stop.

I stopped being the police commissioner.

I made up an excuse.

I'd say it was the right choice.

- No one saw you, did they? - No, nobody.

I hid behind the cars, as usual.

- What's wrong with you? - I'm sorry,

but I don't understand. If someone sees me, what's the problem?

I mean, you came to Catania for us to be together, right?

- What do we have to hide? - I'm already an alien to everybody!

I'm from the North of Italy, I'm vegan, I ride a motorcycle.

What's that got to do with it?

You're exaggerating. I think they're all good people.

Yes, except for that weird guy.

The little soldier with the green cap...

Tito, we already discussed it. Try to understand.

I don't want the others to see me just as the big boss' woman.

- That's what you call me? - "Big boss".

Why?

- Don't you like it? - I'm not sure. Again?

- "Big boss". - I like it.

- "Big boss". - This "big" is interesting.

- Very big... - How big?

Very big.

Hi, Manfredi. I'm afraid I can't make it for dinner tonight.

I'm sorry. Something came up at work.

You made a good choice taking a break. Sun and sea are good, Vanina.

Look... Luca's beautiful, by the way.

I mean...

Yes, he's handsome.

Vanina, I don't think he's completely gay.

Completely or not, it doesn't matter.

Luca and Adriano have been together for eight years. Whoever touches him... dies.

That sucks, Vanina.

- You're looking at it the wrong way, though. - Really?

You see it from Adriano's point of view, but you should see it from mine.

I don't get it, I'm sorry. Is my love worth less than Adriano's?

You're such a lawyer. Look how you turn the tables!

That's true.

- Point of view... - What?

Fuck, the wrong perspective.

- I'm such an idiot. - What happened, Vanina?

The Lomonaco case, I was wrong. I have to go to the station. Bye, guys!

Vani?

In the end, we went so far that we forgot about this.

- OK, but could that be an act of anger? - No, Spanò.

Because if Carmine's goal had been to kill Agostino Lomonaco all along,

why put Eutifron in the ice cream?

He only risked getting caught and not getting his revenge.

Boss, I don't understand what you're saying.

At first, I got the wrong point of view. I had the wrong perspective.

- Isn't that right? - No, that's why we can't explain it.

Let's try to change our point of view.

The truth is that the pills were there for another reason.

Reasons that we never found out.

And they caused the murder first of Lomonaco and then Cammarata.

So what is it, boss?

To start with, Carmine might have had an accomplice.

Someone who helped him get in there.

Let's go back to the ice cream shop for another inspection.

Come on, guys.

So everything started with the pills?

Lo Faro...

Boss.

We searched the offices but we didn't find anything useful.

OK, let's go to the freezer and cross your fingers.

Tomarchio. Come here, please.

Ma'am, wasn't this over?

What are these? They were in the dumpster.

These? Aprons. We use them in the labs to make ice cream.

- And why were they thrown out? - Rino's an extravagant guy.

He told us to throw them away

because when they emptied the freezer, they forgot to do so.

Yes, but why did Rino want to dump them?

Who knows? Rino's an extravagant guy.

What they did was just pills.

What did it have to do with the aprons? It's not like they even got dirty.

He could've told us to wash them, but to just dump them?

OK.

- We'll take these, you can go now. - But why do you care about our garbage?

That's none of your business. Stop busting my balls and go back to work.

What a character...

Hi...

Hi.

I thought I'd come and say goodbye in person, since the last message sounded final.

Like "it's a complicated time", "I'm a mess", those kinds of things.

- Did I do something wrong? - No, absolutely not.

- Then it must be the bike for sure. - It's not about the bike.

It's complicated, Manfredi.

- I'm sorry. - That's a shame.

Yes, a shame.

It was nice.

- Spanò. - Boss, Forensics finally examined the aprons.

- I have news... shocking news. - What are you waiting for? Tell me.

The aprons are all labelled with the owner's name, right?

There were traces of codeine on Rino Lomonaco's apron and cap.

The same codeine they found in Ruggero Camarata's blood!

Codeine?

What's Rino got to do with the Cammaratas?

As kids, Carmine and Rino knew each other, they hung out together.

Really?

Some people use ice cream as an anti-depressant.

Some people get ice cream with drugs.

Carmine was a drug dealer! And like all drug dealers,

he definitely knew medicines. People deal medicine like drugs.

- What do you mean? - I mean that codeine is at the heart of everything.

With this, the blade starts turning...

Rino.

- I'm here to arrest you. - What are you talking about?

I know you and Carmine Cammarata were accomplices.

- Accomplices in what? - Dealing codeine ice cream.

Codeine ice cream. One of the latest drug trade tricks.

But then something must have happened that forced you to do something crazy,

like throwing the pills in the ice cream jars.

- That's where it all started, isn't it? - You won't fool me.

I want a lawyer now.

Carmine must have loved you very much.

Because by killing himself, he tried to save you.

But it was useless.

We have evidence.

There are traces of codeine on your apron. It's over, Rino.

What the hell are you looking at?

- What the hell are you looking at? - Stop! Rino!

Stand up.

Carmine and I were very close.

We both felt like we were in a cage.

Corinna was the oldest, she had a choice, she studied medicine.

I couldn't choose.

My future was the King of Ice Cream.

And that meant being my dad's lackey and doing everything he said.

So you and Carmine started producing codeine ice cream.

It was a brilliant idea.

Thanks to the lab, we could make it very well.

Everything was going great.

- What went wrong? - An accident.

I have my own room in the lab.

One of my dad's employees came in and took one of the containers.

He thought it was black cherry syrup and used it for normal production.

- But it wasn't black cherry. - It was codeine.

A high-concentration codeine preparation.

When I realized what happened, it was too late.

That stuff was in the ice cream bowls in the refrigeration room.

If anyone had eaten that ice cream, it would have been the end.

But it was impossible to figure out what bowls had codeine in them.

The only way to avoid a catastrophe was to get rid of all the ice cream in the shop.

So I got the idea of the pills, and the plan was working...

- And what didn't work? - It was my idea to throw everything away.

I tried to convince my father to make him accept it. Tried too hard, maybe.

He got suspicious and started looking into my stuff

and eventually he took my computer and found everything there.

You're a cheap drug dealer!

- I'll go to the police! - No, I'm begging you!

You have to beg the judge who will send you to jail!

I don't want to have anything to do with you!

Then I called Carmine.

He helped me get rid of the evidence...

and simulate the safe break-in.

What about Cammarata Ruggero?

- Why did you kill him? - I didn't kill him.

And in a way, I didn't kill Carmine either.

What do you mean?

You don't know how much Carmine loved his dad.

Ruggero had heard one of our calls one day,

and he understood everything we'd done. He was devastated.

That was the final blow.

Dad, you can't ask this of me... How can I? Please!

Carmine, I'm tired.

I need peace.

Don't be afraid. I'm not afraid.

Do what you have to do. Please do it for me.

And then Carmine... did what his father told him.

Wait, just a second. This is...

This is a letter from Dad.

I found it in a drawer in his office.

It's for my sister Corinna.

Come with me.

This way.

KILLED BY THE VILE HAND OF THE MAFIA

HERE LIES GIOVANNI GUARRASI, STATE POLICE OFFICER

ON THE 20TH ANNIVERSARY OF HIS DEATH, FOR ETERNAL MEMORY OF HIS SACRIFICE

Hi, Dad.

- A new adventure begins... - Thanks for coming with me, Dad.

Now go. Do you want to be late on the first day of school?

OK... bye.

Dad?

- Vanina, what is it? - Another hug or I'm not going.

Run, Vanina! Run away!

Run away, Vanina!

Die, asshole! Let's go!

Dad!

- Hello? - Paolo.

- Vanina! - I'm in Palermo.

Really?

If you want, we can meet.

Sure.

And talk.

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