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OCTOPUS

Got the lights?

I have them.

- What if it isn't true? - I told you I know the guy.

He lives where it happened. He was terrified.

He rang us before the police to do us a favour.

There, that's the car.

Go closer. It's him. He's the person I know.

Pull over.

Stop here.

I work at the markets so I left home early.

And I park my car near here.

Wait!

Wait, we must be sure it's him.

Don't touch anything.

EPlSODE ON E Yes, it's him.

Quick, the police are here.

Start with a close - up and pan to me as I start talking.

Just a few days ago, viewers,

we noted with satisfaction

how our city seemed to have escaped

the bloodbath that's engulfing Sicily.

But this morning, Mr Marineo, Chief lnspector,

was found killed inside his car.

He leaves a wife and daughter.

He was an honest man.

A very capable and respected official

who spent over 1 2 years

fighting organised crime for us and among us.

As you see, the police cars are arriving.

Mr Augusto Marineo

had recently conducted very important operations.

Here comes Mr Giuseppe Altero,

deputy lnspector and Marineo's closest assistant.

It isn't hard to imagine this man's state of mind

at the sight of his friend and superior

who's been so brutally butchered.

No more filming.

- Cattani residence. - This is Rome.

- Is Mr Cattani in? - I'll get him.

It's from Rome.

- Mr Cattani? - Speaking. Go ahead.

It's the Ministry, Mr Del Balzo wants a word.

- Who was that? - Rome. Were you fighting?

- We were talking. - When you talk, you fight.

And always in the morning. Some way to start the day!

- Mum... - Yes?

Do you think your marriage is on the rocks?

When people live together,

occasionally, there are problems.

For you two it's been years!

Will I be one of those kids

who spends six months with each parent?

That will never happen.

- What about that coffee? - Okay. I'll make it strong.

They've offered me Sicily.

- A new posting? - Yes.

Wouldn't a quieter place be better?

Do you think there are quiet spots in ltaly?

Besides, Sicily is beautiful. I spent two years there.

I've never been there...

to Sicily...

Who knows...

maybe such a new and different experience

may help rekindle everything between us.

The flame never went out.

It's just that we're often very different.

What do you think?

She would like us to always be lovey dovey.

Help me pack. I'm leaving straight away.

- What about us? - I'll go alone for now.

I'll go for a day. I want to talk to my friend there.

I'm to replace the Chief lnspector who was killed

so I want to know what happened before I accept.

For some time now,

the Mafia has been killing

to defend the billions

it makes every year out of drug trafficking.

It kills without mercy

and in contempt of God Himself.

It kills whoever tries to stop it killing,

with its heroin, here, as in the whole world,

the young and not so young...

Don Manfredi, our town's most heeded preacher.

The Bishop's right hand man.

That's his brother,

Nanni Santamaria, a journalist.

Director of TeleSicilia, a local TV station.

The devil and the Holy water!

So we must react and not give in

to the wicked entente

between those who kill and those behind them

hiding them in the criminal game of their interests,

with protection and cover ups.

Remember,

whoever commits a murder like this one,

is excommunicated.

They're out of the Church and its sacraments

and far from divine grace.

There's Prosecutor Scardona, the oldest official.

He's honest... they say.

Next to him is Morelli, the Commissioner.

Then Deputy lnspector Altero

who's currently heading the office.

- What's his attitude? - He just does his job.

The Marineo family.

His widow and his daughter.

But where are the important families?

For some, there's a more important funeral today.

The funeral of Marchioness Eleonora Pecci Scialoia.

She committed suicide 3 days ago.

A great family... All the dukes and countesses around.

People have come from Palermo. That's Mr and Mrs Palamitone.

His father pissed on the peasants

when they gathered below to wish him a Happy New Year.

Baron Platto, a poet.

He survives by renting his palace for weddings.

Miss Ravanusa, known as Bean Pole

and her father, who owns the Savings and Credit Bank.

That's the aunt of the deceased, of the Pecora family.

And that's her husband, the poor relative.

Terrasini, one of Sicily's most famous lawyers.

Very rich. He has a finger in every pie.

And his nieces... single and the subject of gossip.

Prince and Princess Trizzo Lentini

who gave away a fortune to St Vincent De Paul.

Their children have had them certified.

The Cecili...

His son is engaged to Ravanusa's daughter.

- Who's the elegant lady? - Olga Camastra.

The daughter of a servant,

she married the count when he was on his last legs.

Now a widow, she's a developer.

Raffaella Pecci Scialoia,

only daughter of the deceased.

They call her Titti.

She looks strange.

Rather ill.

It must be grief.

Giampiero... The bike.

Excuse me, please.

That's Sante Cirinna.

Drug trafficking charges dropped for lack of evidence.

He owns a car dealership.

He's from a dynasty of mafiosi well known to police.

Do the aristocrats accept Cirinna?

They ignore him, but he worms his way in.

She's the daughter of the deceased.

- Are they close? - That's the rumour.

But I don't believe it.

A Pecci Scialoia wouldn't stoop so low.

But you never know.

A film?

- The TV is wired to the lights. - Must be American.

- Find anything? - No.

Take over.

Savings and Credit Bank

Cancelled.

Was Marineo's family here when he was killed?

No, they moved to Salerno 6 or 7 months ago.

Why did he send them ahead? Any reason for him being alone?

I'd love to be able to answer that.

- Who did he mix with? - Outside work?

The important people. The usual life.

Did anyone search the house after the murder?

Altero came to take a look.

Strange things happened that night.

I had to talk to Marineo about work.

He wasn't at home or at the office.

It was 2 am and no one knew where he was, so I worried.

- Why didn't you alert Altero? - He was out, too.

A woman called him 2 hours earlier.

I took the call before going out on night patrol.

- Who was the woman? - He didn't say.

You're not covering for a mistress, are you?

I'm no go - between!

How did the woman who rang Altero sound?

A bit anxious, I'd say.

Then what happened?

It was almost dawn when I got back.

Altero was in his office smoking in silence.

I made my report but he didn't listen.

I told him I hadn't found the lnspector

but he didn't answer.

Then someone called.

A man had come across the car.

The TV crew was there when we arrived.

We found lnspector Marineo shot dead.

He'd been dragged from the car,

shot at point blank range and put back inside.

Weren't there any bullets or shells?

No, they'd used a revolver.

And there were no bullet holes inside or outside the car.

The killer must have known Marineo very well.

An informer, possibly.

An important one, if he met him in a deserted place at night.

Mr Marineo had all kinds of informants...

Little ones, big ones...

- What now? - Gone. They're gone with him.

Marineo never discussed his informers.

Not even with Altero.

Pity, isn't it?

We're at the airport.

So, officially, when will I see you again?

Officially, I arrive in a few days' time.

But I'm not sure I'll accept.

I expected a more important post.

First I want to talk to a big shot I know in Rome.

His body was found on the outskirts of town.

So either he was killed elsewhere and then taken there,

or it wasn't an ambush,

but a meeting he was imprudent enough to go to.

It's a challenging job

but you don't seem too enthusiastic.

Well, it's out in the sticks.

I know you deserve more.

But you know I've been sidelined these past 3 years.

And from this "exile" I owe to certain friends,

I no longer have a say where the police are concerned.

However, I've found new friends

and that injustice will be redressed.

And if I get a certain job,

my authority will count in many circles.

So I advise you to accept.

It's lovely here.

It reminds me of when I was a boy back home.

You were already a legend. You know what they called you?

What?

- "The Man of Rome". - Me, "The Man of Rome"?

I remember many people asked you for favours

and you were kind to all.

We were at our cousin's, Don Peppino La Luce.

I was in a corner watching you as I sipped on my orange juice.

And I thought that when someone becomes famous,

they also end up with lots of hassles.

You're an exception.

You've never asked me for anything.

In theory, I should be suspicious of you.

How are things with your wife?

Well... for better or worse, we've been together 1 3 years.

I was best man at your wedding

and I feel a bit responsible for both your happiness.

Mr Cattani? I'm lnspector Altero.

- Good day. - My deputy, De Maria.

Yes, he was my pupil at the Academy.

- My wife and daughter. - Hello.

- Welcome, Madam. - Hello, De Maria.

- Hello, Paola. - Don't you remember him?

We met 2 years ago in Florence.

- Remember? - Oh, yes.

Come, the car's here.

Mr Cattani, could you come down the gangplank again?

Why?

Nanni Santamaria from TeleSicilia TV.

Just go back on board and come down the gangplank.

I'm afraid we got here late.

Sorry, you missed your chance.

How about a statement, an interview?

Next time.

Goodbye.

The sea is so beautiful.

It's a small town.

Not really. It has 70,000 inhabitants.

After the oldies died, their family moved to Palermo

and left this apartment empty.

Welcome.

After you.

- Did you put those flowers? - Yes, Madam.

- What's your name? - lrina.

She was the owners' maid. She'll stay on.

Thank you, lrina.

I must get going.

I hope you like the house.

Dad, I can smell the sea.

You have a vivid imagination!

No, take a deep breath.

Like this. Try.

Yes, I smell something.

Did you see the flowers? People are so nice here.

Yes, they are.

Welcome to our city, lnspector.

Good morning.

A fine start!

- What's your name? - Paola Cattani. What's yours?

Else, what's wrong? You're daydreaming.

I don't know.

Maybe it's this house.

There are many memories of real things...

Unshakeable feelings.

People who came in here

when they were young

and grew old

together.

- A special dish? - Hope you like it.

It'll be a masterpiece.

Good morning.

This is Mr Cattani, the new Chief lnspector.

Sir.

I didn't expect such a young Chief lnspector!

I can resign, if you like.

What talk! My congratulations.

They speak highly of you in Rome.

"An energetic, capable, intelligent man."

Take a seat.

Must I continue with the compliments?

I'm very partial to them.

I can imagine. Thank you for calling on me.

It's my duty. I need your help. I don't know this town.

I barely know it and I've lived here 20 years!

In any event, if I can be of help...

I haven't noticed much indignation

over the latest events.

It seems people are getting used to everything.

People here don't broadcast their fears and feelings.

But silence can increase confusion.

Frankly, I don't see the confusion you refer to.

It's all crystal clear.

Marineo had already been threatened.

A top official whose honesty cost him his life!

What's so confusing about that?

That a bullet came out of a gun,

hit Marineo and Marineo died, is beyond a doubt...

Actually, it's crystal clear, as you put it.

But it's what's behind...

Don't you come to me with prejudices. Not you too.

You must exact justice here.

Arrest Marineo's killer or killers

and give me the evidence to jail them for life. That's all.

That's all.

I was thinking,

how many bedrooms we've had!

Six, I think.

Maybe we can patch up this marriage of ours.

- Don't you think? - It's an obsession!

- You think it's in tatters? - No, it is what it is.

I'm boring, monotonous and petulant...

But don't I amuse you a little?

Yes. Yes, you do.

You still haven't forgiven me.

Don't start with that. We said we wouldn't discuss it.

After such a long time.

What if we had another child?

I don't think that would help.

There are so many new feelings

when a child is born!

- Why not? - Because not! Believe me.

We must restart the investigations.

I'd start with this Sante Cirinna.

Marineo investigated him twice but charges were dropped.

Because the evidence was quite weak.

Matters of the heart masked as business.

Accusations by cuckold husbands. Cirinna is a womaniser.

I wouldn't waste my time.

Where should I look to avoid wasting my time?

At the general picture of this town's underworld.

So which of Marineo's investigations

were dangerous?

As things stand, I would say all of them.

Or none.

You have no idea who killed him?

No, but following up the investigations, as you say...

That's just what we'll do.

Well, if you need me...

Inspector, Agent Martini has information about Marineo.

- Show him in. - Come, Martini.

- Good morning, sir. - Take a seat.

Well?

Last February, Mr Marineo asked me to follow someone.

- Marchioness Pecci Scialoia. - Eleonora?

No, her daughter.

- What did you find out? - Nothing.

The lnspector rang me at home to call the whole thing off.

- Do you know why? - A sudden change of heart.

Obviously. Is that all?

- That's all. - Thanks.

Goodbye, sir.

Marineo and Titti Pecci Scialoia.

- What's that about? - I'm at a loss.

But I'll find out more about her.

Do you know her?

She's a Sicilian aristocrat.

- She's pretty. - Yes, she's pretty.

Her mother killed herself a few days ago.

- So you know her well. - I'll get to know her.

I'll ask her a few questions. Just a formality.

- As beautiful as ever. - You're so kind.

Councillor, you spend your life here!

That fellow is hugging her.

- Who's this? - Your first Sicilian friend.

- He's huge! - Yes, he is.

Thank you! Mum, forget the icecream.

No, Paola, never give up something if you like it.

Have two!

Tano, take the young lady's order.

You're so big. And heavy too.

That puppet is too big a gift.

I didn't object because she's so happy.

Let her be happy while she can.

How do you know my daughter's name is Paola?

I asked around.

Also about you, Else.

You're a French - speaking Swiss...

Paris, the Sorbonne, Fine Arts.

That's not appropriate.

But it's enjoyable.

- What are you looking at? - Your beauty.

I'm sure everyone tells you that.

It's a ploy used by many.

In civilised countries.

That's enough. I won't mention your beauty again, today.

But at the end of last century the term "mafioso"

entered our lexicon to express

an exaggerated concept of individual strength.

An intolerance of the bullying of others

and a right to exact one's own justice.

Interesting portrait.

The mafioso showed respect, and wanted to be respected.

A brave man who wouldn't take any nonsense.

Is this a history lesson?

Are you sure he isn't a fool?

Absolutely not.

The truth has come out. That is, the Mafia exists

where the citizens don't believe in the State

and the State is weak.

On a practical level, what do you...

On a practical level, I ask all citizens to show me

they believe in the State by helping me in my work.

By reporting any suspicions,

using their intuition...

Yes, they'll help him.

Let's hope so.

They'll help him, won't they, lrina?

In short, you want informants.

Let's say that dead branches are cut with any axe...

as long as the axe has a lot of good will

and a very sharp blade.

What's wrong? Has he put you in a bad mood?

- You really want to marry me? - Of course I do.

You haven't changed your mind? We've already slept together.

You could end our lovely liaison.

No, stop it. I want to be with you.

- Did you check out my family? - No. Why?

You're a policeman. You should have.

If you want to marry me I must tell you something.

My family's been involved with the law.

My poor father is dead,

but my brother is in jail in Volterra.

Disappointed, aren't you?

What did he do?

Money laundering. He got three years.

He's just a weak young man.

Now we can part as good friends.

It's you I want to marry, not your family.

I got confirmation from the clinic in Palermo.

She's a drug addict.

Her mother admitted her twice

to get her to stop, without success.

That's why she clings to Cirinna.

He gives her the drugs

and she must pay him in some way.

For Cirinna it might just be about heroin and money.

There's a lot of money in that family.

Anyway, we'll follow Marineo's lead.

We'll keep an eye on her.

Let's have a coffee.

Not a word of this to Altero.

Why not?

He said he has no idea who might have killed Marineo

and that seems too unlikely.

After years spent with Marineo he must have some idea!

Marineo didn't talk much, believe me.

Yes, but I have my doubts about Altero.

- And about me too? - I doubt everyone, even myself.

Get me an appointment with Titti.

- Tomorrow at the office? - No, at her place.

I want to see where she lives.

Sugar, sir?

Two.

Make yourself handsome tonight and we'll celebrate...

- What? - The three of us together.

Dinner by the sea in Palermo if you want to drive.

Nanni Santamaria gave me a few addresses.

You've forgotten a nice habit you had.

- Which one? - To wash my back.

Nice habits are never forgotten.

- Did you see him? - At the Club's pool.

He has been very nice.

You mean he was obliging.

He has been very nice and gallant.

Are you jealous?

You're like someone chasing a bus without catching it.

Stop and wait and the bus will come by again.

But no, you always play these jealousy games...

If I'm not jealous I don't love you, and if I am, I'm a moralist.

Anyway, I can't tonight.

- So is this a punishment? - Oh, come on!

- Because I was a flirt? - No, I'm busy tonight.

- Who's going to tell Paola? - I will.

Paoletta, I have to work tonight. I'm sorry.

- What's that puppet? - Nanni Santamaria's present.

Santamaria seems to be everywhere.

- Why didn't I see it before? - I kept it in the closet.

The closet? That's crazy! Why did you hide it?

You would have made me return it.

A police inspector can't accept gifts and neither can his family.

- Sorry, my mistake. - Paola, if we accept gifts,

people might think we can be bought, understand?

I like this puppet,

but if people were to think badly of us

I can return it.

Keep it for this once.

Bye.

Bye, Else.

We sleep at the other side of the palace.

Miss Titti came and woke me up.

When I got here, I saw the marchioness

who had killed herself lying dead on the floor.

It's true, my mother killed herself right there.

Your bodyguard could have asked me directly

without bothering an old manservant.

Actually, he isn't a bodyguard.

He's a young police official, as I told you before.

- Is bodyguard an insult? - No, it's just incorrect.

- Then I apologise. - Call me whatever you like.

- The interrogation goes on? - I realise this is a bad time.

But even though this is an official visit,

this meeting can be considered to be a friendly one, if you like.

Ruggero, bring us a drink, please.

Sorry to torment you with these memories.

Did you know your mother owned a gun?

Were you aware of that?

I...

You weren't?

Can we talk in the other room? Come.

Thank you, Ruggero. You may go.

- Soft drinks or spirits? - Soft drinks. We're thirsty.

I'll go back to the office, sir.

- Thanks for the juice. - Sorry if I offended you.

Not at all. I'll see myself out.

Goodbye.

So what's your first question?

May I sit down somewhere?

Sure.

Feeling better?

Thanks for taking me away from there.

That door...

It's a part of the house I'd like to forget.

Ever suspect you were being followed?

Me?

Did you ever get that feeling?

Well, I don't know.

How would you know if you're being followed? Besides...

- Besides? - Why ask?

It doesn't matter. It was just a question.

- Would you like to smoke? - No, thanks.

- Mind if I do? - No.

Can you think of a reason for your mother's suicide?

The papers wrote so many things.

An aristocrat whose family dates back to the Normans,

kills herself in a small town where nothing like that happens.

They had a field day.

They also wrote that we're financially ruined.

I'm not interested in the papers.

I want your opinion.

My mother wasn't happy.

I think she felt she was getting old.

Her youth was everything to her. She still kept her looks.

Next to those her age,

she was like a fresh flower in a bunch of wilted ones.

Then she began to have health problems.

She spent her time terrified, checking her skin for wrinkles

and counting grey hairs, like someone in her death throes.

That's it.

She had been beautiful.

In fact, she still was.

I always said to her "You're beautiful, Mum."

She was sad. Her nerves were frayed.

- Did she drink? - No, certainly not.

Her depression was psychological.

And when you found her body, you called the police.

No, I called the doctor. Why would I call the police?

So the doctor called the police?

How would I know?

I'd taken a sedative. I can't remember.

I'm sorry, I'm rather cruel.

You're very upset, and l...

- I don't understand. - What?

Why you've come here.

I came here to...

to meet you.

To try to become your friend.

Maybe that's a bit much, isn't it?

I'll leave.

Goodbye.

Sir... It's blood.

- Which group? - A very rare one.

AB rh negative.

The lab technician says we had one with that blood group.

He tested it during the autopsy.

Marineo?

- Yes, you knew, didn't you? - No.

You didn't?

I'm surprised.

Sir, where did you find these mysterious matches?

Under an ashtray at the Pecci Scialoia palace.

Whoever had to clean up hadn't noticed them.

The chair was of more concern. It must have been...

soaked in the victim's blood.

They had it re - upholstered.

Finding an identical fabric

is very difficult after so many years.

But you could say

it's Eleonora Pecci Scialoia's blood, but it isn't.

I have my bits of paper too. Eleonora is another blood group.

So that isn't her blood...

It's lnspector Marineo's.

Marineo's?

He was killed inside the Pecci Scialoia palace?

Of course.

Lo Spanno...

- Tell Mr Ravanusa I'm here. - Yes, Countess.

- Good morning, Countess. - Good morning.

- Excuse me... - Use mine.

That's kind of you.

I've never seen you here.

I've just arrived. I'm told this is a good bank.

It's mine. What's your business, or am I being nosey?

Not at all.

Let's say I deal with criminals.

You don't say!

- Then you must be... - That's right.

The new Chief lnspector.

He wants to open an account?

He's at the counter.

Olga, dear, you've already met Mr Cattani.

Of course.

I'm Alfredo Ravanusa. Honoured to have your business.

If you need anything, ask for me or Mr Lo Spanno here.

Yes, I'd like to be able to cash cheques from my Milan branch.

I imagine my predecessor, Mr Marineo did the same.

No, no... Unfortunately he didn't bank with us.

- lsn't this the top bank? - Yes, but he never honoured us.

Countess, do come through.

- lnspector. - Thank you. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

He's well mannered. Seems like a nice man.

Yes, we must see more of him.

This is my cheque book

and this is the "mystery" cheque book.

Same stamps, same characters.

The word "cancelled" appears here

and a handwriting expert says it's lnspector Marineo's hand.

So Marineo did bank at Ravanusa's bank.

- I'm off, can you watch this? - Yes, don't worry.

- Goodbye, lnspector. - Bye.

By the way, what can I get you as a wedding present?

A record player for me and a tennis racket for Leo.

- Cultural differences. - Bye, Anna.

Bye and thanks for the spaghetti.

- Nice girl. - She helps addicts.

Listen, we must absolutely find out

which name Marineo used to sign cheques.

Then we'll know how much money he moved and for whom.

They all circle the wagons over bank confidentiality.

Yes, but no one must know what we're doing.

Well?

Maybe I know a way.

He works in Ravanusa's bank. He owes me a lot.

I could have jailed him 2 years ago.

Well?

Bank of Savings and Credit,

account No. 804/36 belongs to an Antonio Fiordaliso.

- Who's behind him? - He doesn't know.

But the account was closed on June 1 4.

The day after Marineo was killed.

I arrested this bank robber this morning.

Who was the woman who rang the night Marineo died?

I don't remember. I had so many calls.

Three, to be precise.

They're in the log book.

Two were work calls and the third was from a woman.

It was 2 hours before the call announcing Marineo's death.

Maybe it was my wife.

Then you left in a hurry. To go where?

- Home, probably. - No, you weren't at home.

Leo De Maria tried to call you.

But you called back half an hour later.

What are you thinking, sir?

Don't get so upset, Altero.

I'm just checking incoming and outgoing calls.

Some go... and some come.

But you don't have an alibi for those 2 hours.

Come on, Altero, man to man. Tell me the truth.

Is it about a woman?

From man to man... I won't tell you.

The banker Ravanusa invited my wife and l

to a party in a private club.

A club with a strange name.

The "Erudites", I think.

Are you a member too?

Why won't you answer? Shouldn't I go?

I'm warning you, sir. That club is much talked about.

If you don't know and you go, you're providing a cover.

But if you do know and go anyway,

it means you'll deal with certain people.

Deal what? My price?

Maybe I'm too expensive for Ravanusa...

Maybe not.

But I promised my wife I'd take her.

You know what our wives are like... They're despots.

In fact, it took one call from a woman

and you bolted out of here, just like a hare.

Aren't you dancing?

I'd understand if you were my age.

- I hear you play tennis. - I'm on the way out!

- Old age is upon me. - Nonsense.

I'll be a pensioner fighting for a small raise.

But you'll retire in comfort. Your bank is a gilded lily.

Who says?

Any good cop looks into the bank he has his money in!

Then you'll know the flower gives perfumed yields.

Highly perfumed.

Maybe it's a fiordaliso... a delicate cornflower.

I've never set eyes on one. Botany isn't my forte.

- A drink? - No, thank you.

At last! I've looked everywhere. I have to talk to you.

See? At my age I need someone to lean on.

Desirable supports at any age!

My dear nieces, Rosa and Silvana.

Go and dance, girls.

I'll see you later.

I hope you'll clear up the Marineo affair.

As you know, I'm acting for his widow. Any suspects?

Is that a question a lawyer asks the Chief lnspector?

Who else should I ask? Hello, there.

Seriously, when can I see you? In your office, of course.

Whenever you like.

By the way, someone just spoke to me about Marineo

then he vanished...

and I can't seem to find him.

Did he give you his name?

Yes, Fiordaliso.

Fiordaliso?

Strange, I've never heard such a name. It's ridiculous.

- Sir... - Yes?

- The MP is here. - I'm coming.

If you find that fellow... introduce him to me.

Please excuse me.

These chairs are uncomfortable.

They destroy your backside.

Mr Cattani.

- Good evening. - You've been avoiding me.

Scared of me?

Perhaps.

It hadn't occurred to me.

So how many ghastly murders

do you attribute to me as a developer?

You mean how many bodies you've put in concrete pylons?

So that's how you see me!

Can I be honest? You won't take offence?

Just don't go too far.

Not a single one.

That's almost offensive.

But you're right, putting bodies in pylons

isn't very elegant.

That's enough! No, it's too much.

But you've hurt many live people.

- What? - I hear you're a queen of hearts.

How I'd love to be followed by you.

I'm afraid I don't yet have a reason to.

Tipsy, are you?

No, she's just asserting rightful ownership.

- You make a lovely couple. - So do you two.

Too late. You got in first a few years ago.

What do you think about us two?

- Nothing good. - Nanni, my husband is jealous.

Here we go with the usual uninhibited comments.

She's been drinking.

- Not a drop, right Nanni? - Yes, I can confirm that.

That's even worse.

He's jealous of Santamaria and I'm jealous of the Countess.

We're a jealous couple.

What's this?

A gift from the Countess. She said it suits me.

Excuse me.

I can overlook the puppet given to my daughter.

But not a brooch. Thank you.

But your wife loved it and I gave it in friendship.

A diamond butterfly can be a dangerous token.

A magic spell to make you fall in love.

- You always talk about love. - And you never do.

Excuse me.

- Shall we dance? - Sure.

Come and join us, Titti.

Go on, Titti, let your hair down.

Come in the middle.

She looks awful!

Hi, Titti.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Hi, Anna.

- Thanks for coming. - It's such an important exam.

- How did it go? - Well.

- What did you get? - Top marks.

So why are you so glum?

It's my brother. He's been moved to our local jail.

Isn't that better?

Yes, but he's told me he's scared.

Scared?

He says he has something to tell you.

Will you go?

Yes, of course I will, if he wants to talk to me.

- Today? - Yes, all right.

He told me something very important.

I can't tell you now. I must see lnspector Cattani.

Your brother agrees.

- I'll wait at home. - Very well.

I'll join you when I've finished.

Shall we go out with Paola today?

All right.

Still thinking about that girl?

Let's not find more issues

that might make our life more difficult.

Yes?

Hello...

Hello...

Who makes these calls?

The usual gentlemen interested in my movements.

About before, I didn't...

Don't worry about it. Actually, I apologise.

Yes, hello.

Oh, it's you, Leo. Was it you just now?

No, never mind. So what's new?

Franco Caruso is in jail in town.

- Your girl's brother? - I've just seen him.

The information he gave me is vital to our investigations.

- Where are you? - At the bar near your place.

- I'll be right over. - Okay, I'll wait here.

I paid for it very hot.

But this cappuccino is too cold.

I won't have it.

- Yes? - An orange juice.

Shut up.

Don't any of you lot move.

Don't anyone dare move.

Don't move!

Don't move. Don't move, I said.

Don't move or I'll kill you.

Don't move.

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