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[ship horn blasts]

BASED ON MAURIZIO DE GIOVANNI'S NOVELS

[tense music playing]

[music fades]

[performers singing "Cose 'e Criature"]

[excited chatter]

[singing "Cose 'e Criature"]

[tense music rises]

MISSED CALL

[line ringing]

-[voicemail] Your call is forwarded--
-God damn it. [huffs]

[line ringing]

-Morozzi? Hello?
-[Sara] What's up?

-Can you hear me?
-[Sara] Yeah! What's up?

-I can't hear you! Where are you?
-Wait, let me move. I can't hear you.

I looked at my phone,
and I missed a call from Edoardo.

I tried calling him back,
but his phone is off.

-Did you hear that?
-I got that.

All right. I'm going to his house now.
Meet me there when you're done dancing.

All right. Meet you in a bit.

All right. See you there.

God damn.

SARA - WOMAN IN THE SHADOWS

[somber music playing]

Bye, Sara.

See you.

Viola.

I don't know
the last time I went to a concert.

In two days, I have a follow-up.

You can come with me again.

This time, it can be more official.

-See you.
-Ciao.

[tender music playing]

[energetic music playing]

Why don't you open it
and show me what you got?

[lock rattling]

[quietly] Okay.

[umbrella holder clangs]

I shoulda brought a jackhammer or crowbar.
It woulda made less noise.

How about you pick the lock?
Let's see you do it.

I used to be able to open a lock
just by looking at it, but not those.

[tense, rhythmic music playing]

[door closes]

-What are we looking for, exactly?
-Computer and tablet.

Ah.

No computer…

-No tablet.
-[Pardo] He took everything.

Right down to the last piece of paper.

This is clearly linked
to the investigation of Tarallo.

All right?

What are you saying?
Huh? That he ended up like Sergio?

[grunts]

Even if he did,
there's nothing else we could've done.

And that'll help you sleep better
at night? Yeah?

[music fades]

Well, not me.

[sighs]

Hey. Musella? Yeah.

I need some information from you.

I need you
to help me find an Edoardo Belliti.

He's a journalist.

Thanks, Musella.

[suspenseful music playing]

[music fades]

[gentle music playing]

[gentle music fades]

[intercom buzzing]

[Pardo] Yeah?

Inspector, open up. It's me.

No. No, no, no. I'll come down.

All right.

-Excuse me.
-Mm-hmm?

Did you not hear the doorbell?

I'm not your fucking maid.

I'm already stuck babysitting
this poor sucker.

-He's just fine, all right?
-He suffers from loneliness.

No, no, no. I'm the one
who's been suffering since I got him.

-Uh-huh.
-Can I get my jacket, please?

I'm going downstairs.
Can I get you something? A coffee?

That'd be great. A ginseng.
With soy milk, little honey, extra hot.

Mm. Not a coffee, but sure.

Ignore him, Boris.
You're too good for him.

-[Pardo] Hey.
-Inspector!

Whoa, looks like someone
had a crazy night.

As far as the journalist goes,
we got nothing.

No one's put out a missing person notice,
and we've checked for him everywhere.

Hospitals, ports, the airport.

And obviously, no sign of a body.

[Pardo] Okay.

So?

-So what?
-Is that all?

-That's all.
-You could've just texted me!

What did you come to my place for?

I could've messaged you,
but now you're my informant, Inspector.

-What did you say? I'm your informant?
-No, kidding.

I just want to see your smiling face.
It's been such a long time, Pardo.

I'm leaving.

-See you later.
-Hold on, Inspector. There is one thing.

-Remember Pino Failla? Field unit?
-Uh… the guy with the dumb facial hair.

-Yes.
-The ugly, obnoxious one. What about him?

-I mean, ugly's subjective.
-Pino Failla's ugly.

-I know he's a hit with the ladies.
-Well, good for him.

-Anyway, yesterday…
-Yeah?

He bought me a coffee.

-Get to the point.
-He asked me a lot of questions.

-And most of them were about you, Pardo.
-Failla?

'Bout you being on leave,
what you're up to,

who you're working with.

-It was all really random.
-What'd you say?

I pretended I didn't know, of course.

Good job. Bravo.

That's really weird.

-So what the fuck do I do now?
-Nothing. Don't do anything.

But if he comes around asking
more questions, you gotta let me know.

-All right?
-All right.

I got stuff to do. Hey. You know what?
I'll top up your phone credit, okay?

Just text me. You don't have
to come to my place anymore.

Where are you going, Inspector?

Mind your fucking business.
I'm grabbing a coffee.

[ominous music playing]

One ginseng macchiato…

-Whatever.
-Awesome. Thanks.

-Mm
-[Sara] Nothing for me?

It doesn't work.
You don't scare me anymore.

So, any news from Musella?

He says that
an idiot colleague named Failla,

that asshole's apparently
been asking about me.

-I'll look into it, Pardo.
-Uh-huh.

-And Belliti?
-Edoardo?

Nobody seems to be missing the guy.

Anyway, he's nowhere to be found.
And what about Tarallo's vehicle?

Nothing yet.

Can you see if there's anything
on Edoardo's phone?

-Let's go pay the newsroom a visit.
-I don't think so.

I need a goddamn moment to fix
my motherfucking beard. Jesus Christ.

Wait a minute.

He has an unread text message here.

From a guy named Luigi Laudanna.

It says, "Still need my help?
My office, 10:30 a.m."

-Who's this Laudanna person?
-Yeah.

This might take a while.
The old fart seems to have ancient Wi-Fi.

All right.

"Professor of Political Ideology
at the University of Naples."

Please confirm the appointment
with the professor

and ask Teresa for Edoardo's call log.

Guess I'm going to the university.

[Pardo] Mm.

Why don't you go and shave, buddy?

She's right.
It makes you look like an old fart.

I'm outta here.

-Hey, that's not true.
-Hmm?

The beard doesn't look horrible.
She's the old fart here.

[whimsical music playing]

[tense music playing]

I'm sorry.
I can't talk with you right now.

I'm expecting someone.

Office hours are on Thursday.

The man you're expecting
isn't coming, Professor.

What was that now?

Edoardo won't come.

In fact, he seems to have disappeared.

Tell me what you know and the reason
you were supposed to meet up with Edoardo.

What're you talking about?

I'm sorry, who are you?

The only person who can help Edoardo,
if he's really in danger. Trust me.

He's in danger?

Do you often help with his investigations?

No. Actually…

Never.

But…

I could. Why? Did something happen to him?

We're trying to figure that out.
I need your help here, Professor.

Edoardo… is one of those rare gems

that universities have
trouble holding on to.

We had an argument about it.

In fact, my jealousy made me cause
a bit of a scene.

My timing was really unlucky

because… well, you see, at the same time,

his best friend,
I don't know if you've heard,

who was a researcher at an institute
right down the hall from here

was murdered.

Poor fellow.

Maybe you've heard about him.
Sergio Minucci.

I know of him.

-And he was here, on this floor?
-Yes.

[tense, rhythmic music playing]

2 YEARS

[Pardo] You're in a relationship,
aren't you?

I mean, it's hard to explain.

We thought it was best
to not smother each other.

We both have our own space.

COPY ALL FILES?

[knocking on door]

[woman] Yo, open up!

[man] Call security!
Someone locked themselves inside the room.

-[knocking on door]
-[indistinct shouting outside]

Sara! I found something. Look at this.

Inside all these subfolders,
I found an encrypted one

named "Richelieu."

Look. I printed it out.

It's from Edoardo's investigation.

They really were after him.

Hey.

[Sara] He's the head of the Italian cell.

Shoulders back. No sign of tension.

This man's there to make sure everything
goes according to plan.

You can see when the meeting's over,

the others don't leave
until after he makes a move.

Why do you think those three Italian guys
are rubbing elbows with neo-Nazis?

I'm sorry, what I saw
doesn't exactly prove anything.

It's hard to lip-read
due to the poor lighting, Senator.

But I'm certain they're talking
about the crowds, players,

and the right moment to strike.

We need evidence to prove anything,

not predictions based on pixelated images,
where you can't see shit.

Gentlemen, I need to report
to the Parliamentary Committee.

-Not the bocce ball club.
-Yeah, we know that.

You don't have to make it a big deal
or anything.

Just tell them what you saw.

-They're planning an attack here, sir.
-I didn't come to be insulted.

Don't forget,
I'm a senator of the republic.

No, no, no.
Let's all just… take a step back.

No need to escalate.
Let's all stay calm. Hmm?

Morozzi, have you verified
the identity of the presumed leader?

The wiretaps are a little fuzzy,
but we believe his first name is Enrico.

We're still trying to fully identify him.

Is someone actually following you,
Brunette?

Or did you just miss it here?

A black Alfa with fake plates.
Don't worry. I already checked.

Maybe it belongs
to the nosy cop I texted you about.

Failla? No way. I already checked.
He's asking about Pardo.

'Cause he's fucking Pardo's ex
and likely just feels bad.

Nothing goes right for him.

Edoardo's telephone was switched off
at 10:48 at night.

It last pinged the Pianura tower,
the public housing construction site.

I found this in an encrypted
file on Sergio's computer,

as well as everything else
he found during his investigation.

[somber music playing]

Vigilante.

Mm. With Tarallo.

Are we gonna pretend Cosa Nostra
isn't planning more attacks?

And that someone's been helping them plant
bombs for the past year and a half?

Look, I understand, Massimiliano.
But the fascists?

-Working with neo-Nazis?
-And why the hell not?

These aren't the Years of Lead anymore.

Everyone out there has moved on.

And we've already lost
if we don't move on as well.

Would you have
a little fucking faith here?

All of our procedures
and protocols are certified.

This unit operates
on the basis of scientific methods.

[Sara] What are they saying?

-They don't trust us.
-Of course not. What dumbasses.

That guy, we have to find him.

"That guy, we have to find him.
He doesn't work for Cosa Nostra, okay?"

So, it's either political
or something we don't know about.

But if he really wants
to plant a bomb somewhere,

we need to stop it.

Tamburi…

"…you and a few other trusted agents
have one specific mission here."

To stop Mafia attacks.

[suspenseful music playing]

So maybe you weren't listening to me.

-That's what I'm trying to do, you fuck!
-[Lembo] Massimiliano. Hey.

[suspenseful music fades]

[Smilzo] Teresa, is everything all right?

You didn't say you were coming back.
Do you need something?

What year are they on?

[Smilzo] All the way to 2000.

It's all being sent to Rome.

And you had to wait
till now to get so efficient?

It's not us doing it.
The Roman office's orders.

Don't touch the files in my office yet.

-Clear?
-Clear.

-What is this place?
-That's what I'm trying to figure out.

-[phone vibrating]
-Your phone.

-[Teresa] Anna Maria?
-Hit me.

Do me a favor.

I need you to snoop around and tell
me what you find on Enrico Vigilante.

-This is top priority. Get on it.
-Sure, sure.

Can you take over?
I gotta make some calls.

[cell phone vibrating]

-Hello?
-[Pardo] Hey, Musella.

It's your informant. How's it going?

[sighs] Good, thanks for asking.

Listen, I have a little favor to ask you.

I need a list
of all the illegal construction sites

that have been shut down.

-For all of Naples?
-Of Pianura and the surrounding area.

-All right?
-I'll do it as soon as I can.

Appreciate it. Talk to you later.

[Sara] Rachele?

Oh, hi.

What's going on?

I wanted to give you this.

2 YEARS

You don't really look like the open,
detached modern couple you described.

What do you mean?

We didn't love each other less
because we were open.

I'm waiting for someone.
Are we finished here?

Did Sergio ever introduce you
to his pal Edoardo Belliti?

A journalist. Do you recall?

I might've met him at one point.

Sorry, I've had a rough day, all right?

Does the name Enrico Vigilante
mean anything to you?

No, I don't think so.
If you don't mind, my father's here.

Have a good night.

[somber music playing]

[cell phone vibrates]

-Pardo.
-[Pardo] Hey.

We narrowed down
the place where Tarallo met Vigilante.

Via Pascetta,
near the construction site in Pianura.

That's where Edoardo's phone
pinged the cell tower.

-That's why I looked there first.
-Perfect, Pardo. Nice work.

-I'll be right over.
-Okay.

[energetic music playing]

Hey! Get your feet off.
This isn't your fuckin' house.

I don't wanna resort
to gender stereotypes, okay?

But do you realize you just went
at least 20 kilometers out of your way

to get here?

Well, I don't want to resort
to gender stereotypes either

and tell you
that you're superficial, my friend,

but have you noticed we have a new admirer
who's been tailing us the last few days?

-No. Honestly, no. No, I didn't notice.
-Precisely.

-I took the long way to try and lose him.
-Could it be Failla?

It's that shithead Pino Failla!

Can't your friend incinerate him
with a satellite?

Whoever it is, it's important they think
following us is a waste of time.

[Pardo] Hmm.

There it is.

[tense music playing]

Right here.

[parking brake clicks]

Take this.

Pardo.

The man you saw
with Tarallo is Enrico Vigilante.

I already know him.

In the '90s,
we constantly tried to nail him down.

But we never got him.

I still don't know what he's up to now,
but the guy is extremely dangerous.

Dangerous? How?

Cosa Nostra called Vigilante
to plant bombs with the help of fascists.

Oh.

So if this has something to do with Sergio
and Edoardo, then we're in deep shi--

Oh please, are you worried about me?

Whatever he did,
I'm not scared. This isn't my first rodeo.

Good. Then there's something else
I have to tell you.

Take off the kid gloves.
Just tell me, huh?

Failla's not framing you.

He's doing it 'cause he feels bad
that he's fucking your ex.

[music dies down]

[sighs softly]

[suspenseful music playing]

[Sara] Pardo.

Look.

Shit.

[Pardo] Edoardo's glasses.

Tell me again how there's nothing else
we could've done.

[Pardo] I've seen a lot of shit
in my life.

I've seen people killed
for the most absurd reasons.

But this brand of evil,

these goddamn hidden abstract interests,
I don't fucking understand!

-You'll never understand.
-Yeah.

-But you do have to fight them.
-Fuck that.

It's so fucked up.

Scary, fucked-up bullshit.

I don't wanna be involved.

I bet those bastards
already took his corpse

and dressed it all up for one
of their little performances, didn't they?

And him being Black
played right into their hands.

Why didn't I answer the phone?! [huffs]

[sighs]

Here. Call Musella.
I don't give a flying fuck.

["Lose Control" by Teddy Swims playing]

♪ Something's got a hold of me lately ♪

♪ No, I don't know myself anymore… ♪

Tomorrow I want you all out.

-What the fuck are you doing?
-What am I doing?

Tell your friend!

Tell the minister of the interior!
Tell the pope! I'm done! It's over!

Will you calm down?

Calm down? Calm down, my ass!
And get your legs off there!

-Don't fucking touch me!
-Shut up! Shut it!

♪ Tryin' my best to keep ♪

♪ From tearin' the skin off my bones ♪

♪ Don't you know? ♪

♪ I lose control ♪

♪ When you're not next to me ♪

♪ When you're not here with me ♪

♪ I'm fallin' apart
Right in front of you, can't you see? ♪

♪ I lose control ♪

♪ When you're not next to me ♪

♪ Mm-mm ♪

♪ Yeah, you're breakin' my heart, baby ♪

♪ You make a mess of me ♪

♪ I lose control… ♪

TARALLO - CAMPANIA
MORE SAFETY, MORE FREEDOM

♪ Mm ♪

♪ I'm fallin' apart, baby ♪

♪ You make a mess of me ♪

[sighs]

Given the time, I'm hoping you
at least have good news for me.

I'm afraid the journalist
has been murdered.

They haven't found the body,

but at the meeting spot,
there was blood everywhere.

They found three casings and two bullets,

which could mean that the third bullet
would still be in him.

Vigilante's still fucking with us.

If they'd listened to us back then…
Vigilante would've been behind bars.

Yeah. The whole thing
really consumed Massimiliano.

It was all he could think about,
even on his deathbed.

He never got over that missed opportunity,
and then his failure later.

He was right to feel bad.
He fucked everything up.

And let me tell you,
since I took his place,

that wasn't his only issue.

You know, I think doing things wrong
is the fate of all leaders.

Oh sure. It's way more convenient
to just hide in the shadows.

Can't mess up.

[cell phone vibrating]

It's Anna Maria. She says your inspector
wants us to fuck off.

It was all too much for him.
Might as well let him go.

He won't say anything.

Are you gonna be okay going solo?
Or is our mission just done now?

Do you hear yourself, Teresa?

Do I need to remind you how we got
into this shit to begin with?

See you at Pardo's.

In two days, I have a follow-up.

You can come with me again.

This time, it can be more official.

[somber music playing]

Oh shit.

[tense, rhythmic music playing]

[Sara] Not today.

Shit! Not today! Why do this now?

All right, come on. Let's go.

[cell phone vibrating]

[intense music rises, fades]

[doorbell rings]

Hey.

-What happened? What's wrong?
-[Sara sighs]

That car's still on my tail.

Putting Viola at risk
is too dangerous right now.

Well, we're waiting
for Slim to pack it all up here.

-I got a text from Musella.
-What's he got?

[Pardo] He says the blood found
in Pianura is from two people.

One must be Edoardo.
The other, he's not sure.

But we know the origin of the casings
and bullets

because they're from the same gun
that killed Gaspare Russo.

And what's their plan now?

They're checking it out.

The hypothesis is that there was
a struggle, then gunfire,

but they didn't have time
to clean it all up.

So, two guys are dead?

-Three.
-Three?

Musella said Edoardo's informant
was stabbed last night.

A "mugging," if you believe that.

But the bodies of Edoardo
and the guy who died

with him are nowhere to be found.

Which is really weird.

They're obviously waiting
for the right moment to trot them out.

Anyway, Edoardo's Vespa was found
close to the scene.

-So, he went of his own accord, then.
-Yeah.

They gave him a tip-off to lure him there,
but it was a trap.

Exactly.

And they killed him
right there on the spot.

So, you're still on the team, then?

No. But since you're still here Morozzi,
I figured I'd let you know.

[suspenseful music playing]

Come listen to this.

You're gonna wanna hear this conversation.

Turn that up louder.

[Tarallo] Thanks for finding the time,
Enrico.

Actually, I didn't find the time,
so make it quick. What is it now?

[both] It's Vigilante.

I caught wind of a recent survey
projecting me four points behind.

I'd say that's a big deal.

It depends.

But I'm sure you've got
some kind of trump card to pull.

Another magic trick
somewhere up your sleeve?

My campaign just needs a little push

to help us pull off
a last-minute win here.

Are you asking
whether I have this under control?

Well, what about you?

Do you have it all under control?

Honestly, I just gave it
a little more thought.

Oh, did you, now?

Yes, because my voters,
according to this poll,

are surprisingly not as hard-pressed
about issues like national security

or immigration.

It's energy.

Yeah, what about energy?

My voters are divided
on nuclear energy in particular.

There was even a referendum against it.
They find it too costly…

and just in general, they're afraid of it.

Are you backing out on us now?

No. This isn't me backing out.

-It's a real opportunity.
-I heard you.

But what the fuck does it mean?

It means we should perhaps try
to tone down some of our rhetoric.

Give them time to digest our positions.

That's all.

[Vigilante] And you think
that would make your voters happy?

[Tarallo] Yes.

Because you have voters now, don't you?

Yes, I do.

I know we started
with nuclear energy, but…

I have this strong feeling,
and I want to go with it.

What's most important is our victory.
Am I wrong?

Of course not.

Anything else?

Not right now.

[Vigilante] Goodbye, then. Take care.

[tense music continues]

We got another problem.

Look at his face. Look at that profile.

I can tell.
He looks like a real troublemaker.

[both laugh]

Everything seems great.
Actually, really perfect.

I've been feeling contractions
a little bit.

Well, your cervix is a bit short,
considering the baby's due date.

But the kid has grown very fast

It's all right
if he's born a little early. Huh?

Sweetheart… we're almost there.

[chuckles]

[tender music playing]

And you're sure secondhand smoke
won't hurt the baby?

[chuckles] Well, I'm not a lung doctor.

But if a glass of wine won't hurt you…

[both chuckle]

Viola, is somebody coming
to drive you back home,

or are you planning on taking the bus?

-In this heat?
-No, I have a ride.

I should really get going.

Wait a minute before you go.

I have to tell you something
before you leave.

I'm going to be a grandfather.

Congratulations! That's great.

My son told me that he and Giorgio
talked about it all the time.

It would've made him really happy
for the kids to grow up together.

Just like their fathers.

But now that Giorgio… isn't here anymore…

Well, if you wanted…
we can still do that even without him.

We'll be family to your son.

What do you say?

Look at me… a sentimental old fart.

[Teresa] Tarallo knows
about all the setups.

He even asked Vigilante
to stage a bigger one for the finale.

What the fuck do we care
about arresting Tarallo?

Didn't you hear how scared he was?
Tarallo is just their puppet!

Vigilante's pulling the strings
just like he did back then!

And what'll happen
if Tarallo gets in office?

A shitshow, which is what Vigilante wants!

No, he wants a power plant.
Can't you see that?

That's beside the point.
And it can't be proven.

[cell phone vibrating]

-Should I go break them up, or what?
-Shut the fuck up, Pardo.

[Sara] I heard how Tarallo hesitated,

how his voice got lower, how he tensed up
as soon as he mentioned the power plant.

Yeah, we both heard the same thing.
But I don't care!

Because, unlike you,

who lives in the shadows,
I have rules I need to follow!

And I need ammunition
to take action, all right?

If I have proof against someone who
might be the next regional governor,

then you bet your ass,
I'll do what I have to.

Bullshit! You're covering your ass.
That's all. Cause the unit's finished.

Shut down.

You need one last shiny trophy to show off
before you hang up your hat.

What'd Lembo offer you?

A nice, cushy job
in Rome to top off your career?

And what if he did?

Do you think you're
any less selfish than I am? Huh?

No one actually buys
the "I do this for my country" bullshit.

You don't think it's obvious you want
to catch Vigilante

to settle the score for Massimiliano? Huh?

Go right ahead! Unless of course it either
gets in the way of national security

or what I want!

Understood?

You either explain what the fuck
is going on, or there's the door.

It's your call.

[sighs]

It's very probable that Vigilante
represents a powerful group of people

who want to build
a nuclear plant in Campania.

Well, even I heard that. Thanks. So what?

So, it seems like someone's paying
for Tarallo to make this happen.

No matter the cost.

And Tarallo's malleable, just a puppet.

But there are other groups out there
that are equally important.

They offered Tarallo money
at the restaurant that night,

essentially a bribe,

so he'd back their cause
for renewable energy.

That's why Tarallo used an excuse to get
Vigilante to drop their plans for nuclear.

Not knowing that
that's exactly why Vigilante

gave him backing and support

and what may win the election for him.

Bravo.

So, what do we do now?
Do we go after Tarallo, or what?

That's the problem.

Because everything we've told you so far
is probable but very circumstantial.

While we have clear, simple proof

that Edoardo and Sergio's
investigation was sound

and that Tarallo's corrupt.

We can't prove the rest.

I can hear you behind the door! Let me in!

-[pounding on door]
-[Viola] Open up!

[somber music playing]

[pounding]

Do you fucking understand
what I do for work? Yes or no?

If I don't answer,
it's because I can't or don't want to.

[door slams loudly]

-[pounds door]
-[Viola] You're a bitch!

God, I can't believe I trusted you!

My mom was right!

You're an unreliable, lying bitch!

Fuck you!

We're just being followed, Morozzi.
You didn't have to do that to her.

I'm not putting her at risk.
She'll understand. Hopefully.

[Anna Maria] Teresa.

[Teresa] Yeah?

-I almost finished Vigilante's file.
-All right.

After a bit of digging, it looks like
the guy owns a big media agency.

And guess what?
It's owned by Paolo Anzovino,

Rachele's dad.

There you go.
He got Sergio the gig with Tarallo.

It's all connected, Teresa.
From the start. Even to Sergio.

It's Vigilante
who killed him, not Tarallo.

Don't use that tactic.

Give me 48 hours.

After that, I'll leave it to you.

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[indistinct voices outside]

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Subtitle translation by: Paola Porciello