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So have you really made up your mind? Don't leave, Cristina.

Mother, please, you know we already had an understanding,

and now you are handing me a tragedy at the final minute.

No, it's not a tragedy.

Listen, Cristina, why don't you wait for your father's return?

- I think it would be fairer. - Not a chance.

You will tell Dad, as you promised me.

I'm sick of hearing his complaints.

I know, he has a bad temper.

He is still your father, and he's made a lot of sacrifices.

Those were sacrifices you made, Mom.

He destroyed you, and now he'd like to do the same to me.

Now now, let's not get carried away.

He's a bit of a fussy man who likes order.

He makes a scene every time he gives me some money.

But it's only fair, a family man has to keep track of expenses.

Mom, we've had this discussion a lot of times,

while Dad always does what he wants.

The only way is to tell him when it's all said and done.

Very well, I won't insist.

You're really hurting me, Cristina, but I won't insist.

Now give me a hug.

Don't forget to call.

- Mom, do you mind me taking this? - Of course not.

I'll call you as soon as I get to Paola's place.

You know how to break the news to Dad.

- Don't worry. - Bye.

Who was it?

In here we may find...

the name of the killer.

THE PENTAGON

You're not worth more than ten thousand lire.

If you don't help me, I'm ruined!

No! I'm not a murderer!

No! No! I have no criminal record!

A.A.A. MASSEUSE, GOOD-LOOKING, OFFERS HER SERVICES...

Come on in Cris, have a seat.

You look fine, you're in great shape.

Tell me everything, how did your parents take the news?

It was easier than I thought.

My mother accepted it almost immediately, and my father will have to do the same.

What? Your father doesn't know yet?

No, Mom will tell him.

I had no desire to listen to his preaching.

And your boyfriend, how did he take it?

Marco can think whatever he wants.

I still care about him, he really deserves it.

He's so sweet and cute.

Thoughtful too, but what future can he offer me?

He still hasn't graduated.

- He seemed like a really good guy. - Yeah, yeah, but I cannot wait.

Without money you're nobody.

It's not easy, Cris.

Like you, I also had a flying start.

However, I still have to work as a window dresser to get by.

The salary is 120,000 lire a month.

Getting a job in the advertising department would change everything.

Fingers crossed, Paola.

Thanks.

- Tell me, what are you going to do now? - I have some ideas.

I'll work in public relations, I already put an ad in a newspaper.

- Hi, Enrico. - Hello.

- You're finally home. - Yes, I'm a little late.

There's been another bus strike.

Newspapers will end up publishing nothing

but news about the few services not going on strike.

Sure, that would be a good idea.

At least then we'd be able to plan ahead.

By the way, our neighborhood will be without water for three days.

Since we are a family of three, we will need to store ten liters per day.

All right. Excuse me.

Hello?

It's me, Mom. Has Dad come back?

Yes, darling, just now.

Tell me, go on.

Stay calm Mom, Paola took me in like a sister.

It's just like being home.

Tell Dad not to bother me.

I promise I'll visit you often.

- Yes, all right. - All right.

You can visit me every day, if you like.

- Bye. - Hugs.

I'm comin'!

- Who is it? - The girl from the newspaper ad.

Ah!

Good morning, Miss.

- Good morning. - Please, come in.

- Thank you. - It was me who called you.

- Follow me, I'll show you the way. - Thanks.

This way.

After you, after you. Ladies first.

We'll use this room.

- Cozy, isn't it? - Yes, very.

This is my little room, it's where I keep in shape.

Complete with everything.

There's my exercise bike and my rowing machine.

Ah.

- Look, those are my trophies. - Outstanding.

See how many? And here my little bed for resting.

- Very nice. - You like it?

- Please, make yourself comfortable. - Thanks.

The dressing room is that way.

You can get changed while I finish my fitness routine.

We're getting old, Enrico.

Forget about bus strikes.

We're destined to be by ourselves.

Cristina is gone.

Gone? To where?

She's gone to live with a friend.

She said she is now of age and in charge of her own life.

Huh,

well.

Very well indeed.

After all our sacrifices...

My sacrifices.

I walk to work, while she has a car.

I eat alone because I always come home late.

I work hard from morning to night without ever taking a day off.

And now my daughter leaves home.

- Well this is lousy! - Calm down, Enrico.

Think about your blood pressure.

Getting upset won't solve anything.

I did everything possible to make her happy.

St. Moritz for the winter, summer vacations on the French Riviera.

I was always here, working like a madman.

- The car, the fur coats, the clothes! - Enrico...

Not that many, to be honest.

Her clothes are at least one or two years old.

Thank goodness she has stopped growing.

Sure, keep defending her.

And now to say thanks, she walked out on us.

And why? Tell me. Why? Do you know why?

She said the money you give her is no longer enough.

She needs a lot of things.

She doesn't want to be a burden to you,

so she's going to get a job and earn her own money.

Money!

It's always about money! I gave her plenty!

She could have stayed with us and still found a job.

- Another salary could've helped. - Yes, that's right.

But nowadays girls are all like that.

They want to be independent and live their own lives.

Relax, relax, come on out.

I am ready.

I'm ready as well.

But,

Miss.

I'm stunned.

Excuse me you know, but really,

- I think you... - Mario?

Mario, who was it?

Mother, the masseuse for your sciatica has arrived.

I found her ad in the newspaper.

She'll need your services twice a week for a month.

Would 10,000 per session be all right?

Do you know how girls with these ideas end up?

They start by posing nude for some magazine, and the rest you can imagine.

But,

Cristina has gone to live with Paola, that schoolmate of hers you liked so much.

Paola is a good girl, she's a working student.

- I'm sure she'll give her good advice. - What do I care about her friend!?

I can only imagine the sort of advice she'd give.

No, I'm really fed up with this whole ordeal.

Cristina must come home and immediately.

There's only one thing to do, I'm calling the police.

No, Enrico. I forbid you.

We must avoid a scandal. Don't force her hand.

Let's wait a few days, then we'll see.

I am sure that Cristina will choose for the best.

A scandal could also compromise your reputation.

Don't you understand?

Enrico...

I understand.

[P.A.] Horse number one took second place.

Horse number four took third place.

Horse number two placed fourth.

Would you look at that?

It's a shame I have to leave.

By the way, what's your name?

Cristina.

Er, Cristina, between us, and not to offend you but,

you know, that you weren't very good.

- What are you talking about? - I mean to say professionally, eh?

Tell the truth, you've only just started in this business.

I understand these things.

So what?

You're a good product, but the packaging is all wrong.

You'd need a good promotional campaign.

Mark my words, girlie.

You should not have presented yourself as an experienced masseuse in the ad.

Don't worry, I'm here twice a month and I'll teach you lots.

You'll learn one day at a time.

- Oh what? Did I offend you? - Well...

Come on, I was joking.

Anyway, business is business.

Okay,

is this enough?

Nope.

Then allow me to give you this luxurious gift package!

Ten French-scented soap bars worth ten thousand lire!

What a nut!

Holy moly.

You're not smoking hot, you're a damn fire.

Boy, you're terrific.

Walk around a bit.

- What do you want? - What, you ask? I'm the guy who called ya!

Aren't you the young and elegant at-home masseuse?

I saw your ad in the newspaper,

surely it wasn't written by some old hag!

Okay, I don't understand why you wanted to meet here at the zoo.

I have my reasons.

Women, and that's something you should know very well, gorgeous.

Well, women are like a painting canvas, they should never be seen by candlelight.

So I wanted to see you first. What's your name?

- Cristina. - I'm Oskar, let's take a stroll.

- You are new in this business. - How can you tell?

My love, Oskar knows everything.

I always read the newspaper ads, and I noticed a new phone number.

I know them all, you see, so I figured you were a beginner in need of Oskar.

I don't need anyone, I can handle this by myself.

No way, love.

You might end up in the hands of some mean pimps, and who knows what could happen.

Read the news.

Let me get this straight. If you aren't a pimp, what exactly are you?

I'm a businessman!

I will be your caretaker, administrator, organizer.

You know, 400 or 500 men arrive in Rome every day from all over Italy

to do business with the public offices.

Sometimes there's a waiting time of several days.

And at night guess what these poor sods wanna do?

They look for company, and that's where Oskar comes in.

I know everyone, and I can introduce you to these folks.

But I can do more, considering public offices aren't that important.

I still play that side of the trade because the numbers are high,

but there's too many crooks.

We need wealthy clients,

and you can't imagine how many loaded people I know in Rome.

I'll spread the word and introduce you.

If you're talented enough, you'll own a seaside villa within two years.

Eh? Look at them.

Well? What do you think?

What's in it for you?

- Me? For all of this? - Fifty-fifty.

We'll share the money evenly. What about it?

You talk a good game, but I want to see solid evidence first.

Perfect, Oskar will get you a first-class customer pronto.

Let's go.

Wow, what horns.

They remind me of a friend of mine.

It's settled then, I'm waiting for your call.

I have to go now, see you around. Bye!

Hey, what's the rush? Let's have a drink!

Another time, thanks; my boyfriend's waiting.

Bye, Oskar.

Right, you can't keep a boyfriend waiting.

You're so stubborn, Cristina.

This lack of trust you have towards everyone is wrong.

People are better than you imagine.

What bothers me more is your lack of gratitude toward your parents,

especially your father.

Cut it out, Marco, you promised not to lecture me.

All right, I'll quit talking.

It's getting late, let's go back.

I am graduating next year, and right after that we are leaving for Mexico.

Gianni and Professor Marquez's son will be coming too.

He's the one who mentioned me.

The salary won't be high for the first few years,

so we'll have to do a little belt-tightening.

You're not listening.

- Are you sure? - I'm in your hands.

Please don't forget, be a good girl!

Don't worry, I'll let you know as soon as Cristina arrives.

- You're not that good, you know? - Not that good at what?

At making love. You're just like a little boy.

I don't know how to make love?

Well. Terrific, how kind of you.

With such talk, you're saying you've been with another man.

So? Haven't you ever been with other women?

No, only with you.

Wait. Come on in, Cristina. Where are you going?

Really, I don't want to bother you two.

No worries, come in. Come on.

So this is your famous friend.

- Hello, I'm Franco. - I'm Cristina.

I imagined her differently.

My, my. You didn't tell me that...

- Didn't tell you what? - That she's really hot.

Don't mind him, Cristina, he's a bit of a loon.

Give me the cigarettes, I'm going to get something to drink.

The cigarettes!

Thank you.

What are you doing?

You have to pay a penalty for interrupting us.

Where are you going?

Don't say anything to Paola. We could meet outside.

Don't even think about it.

You're as fast as lightning!

You tried to hit on her, I bet.

I'm sure of one thing-- she rejected you.

Who do you think I am? Joe Quick?

Listen, Cristina, some man called for you.

He left his number, he said he's got something urgent for tomorrow.

How nice, a new client for Cristina --"pooblic relation".

No, it's called "public relations."

Right, right, public relations.

It must be a pretty lucrative job, right Cristina?

Are you happy, Cristina?

In four or five days I'll call you.

I'm planning to take some gorgeous pictures of you.

All right, let's count it.

Wow, the sweet smell of money!

Good, it's all there.

You happy about old Oskar? What did I tell you?

- Half for me. - You're right.

Two, three, four and five.

- So, how did it go? - Why?

Would you like a detailed report along with the money?

You pulling my leg, honey?

When Oskar asks you a question, you need to answer it entirely, got it?

If you really want to know, we didn't do anything.

Nothing?

Did you play tag?

Come here, I'll show you how to make love.

- What are you doing, not cooperating? - This wasn't part of our deal.

Maybe you need a good slap, you blowhard.

Sure, go ahead, then you can say goodbye to our clients.

You really got me, Cristina, you're not like the others.

- I use my brain. - You even use it too much, damn it.

All right, I'll take you home.

- Hello? Who is it? - Santino, it's me. How are you?

I feel great today.

You wouldn't believe this girl I tried.

She's something else.

I'll gladly let you try her.

I'd like you to curtail the payment deadline I have at the end of the month.

I have not yet cashed in the other half of the proceeds of the Ottaviani deal,

and I want to have some peace of mind.

Oh, I also need to talk to you about that business with Cofide.

I don't know, we could meet tomorrow.

Yes, if you knew how sensational this girl is.

She's barely eighteen.

Her skin is so smooth...

Look Bubi, the girl interests me, I know you're a man of refined tastes.

I'm actually surprised about your payment request.

It's not just up to me, and there's a lot of money at stake.

I can't renew it longer than four months,

unless you act on it personally.

No Santino, I don't want anyone to know my name.

I'd rather pay more interest.

All right, Bubi, whatever makes you happy.

We'll sort everything out tomorrow.

Actually, tomorrow isn't possible.

I'm only free from five to seven.

I'd rather dedicate that to your discovery.

What's her name?

Her name's Cristina, she's as fresh as a rose.

Call her on my behalf.

See you in your office the day after tomorrow at eleven o'clock.

The girl's number is 802973.

Understood, 802973.

All right, see you soon.

Thanks, bye.

Talk about playing lousy.

What's wrong, Oskar? Not up to your usual standards?

Mark my words, you better forget about women.

You've already made three mistakes.

You've got one heck of an arm, I can't believe you're playing like this.

Stop busting my fucking balls.

Cough up the dough, Oskie.

Wow, Alberto, you're a champ.

Four mistakes now.

Guess women make you misfire. You're a cuck.

This redhead of yours will get you some fresh money, but I'm no fool.

Go to hell!

- Cristina. - Dad? What are you doing here?

I came to take you home, your mother is shocked, me too.

- Please, leave me alone. - No, you must come home.

Do you want to ruin everything I've built over twenty years?

That's what really worries you, right, Dad?

Your career, your reputation.

Why don't you finally admit the truth?

You only ever thought about yourself! About yourself, yes!

- About y... - Enough!

Cristina!

Cristina!

Yessir, I understood.

All right, all right.

- He was a real pig, though. - Stop being a moralist.

Spare me your opinions and get to work.

I need a culprit, even if you have to invent one.

- Keep me informed. - Of course, we'll do everything we can.

Natali?

Natali!

Take these folders to the archive.

We found three types of footprints at the crime scene.

Two have been identified.

One is the victim's, the other is the cleaning woman's.

The third one was everywhere.

In the bathroom, the bedroom, the living room...

On a whiskey glass.

Therefore there was a person with the professor.

A man? A woman, maybe?

The cleaning lady is not a suspect; she is from the suburbs.

She's a working mother.

The other, or others. Who knows?

The murderer?

And you? What do you think?

Well, Inspector, I think all citizens should be fingerprinted.

Mmm, and why not everyone in the Common Market, while we're at it.

Mancini, I hope you only utter this drivel to me,

otherwise you risk being kicked out the force.

We are slaving away like mad following dozens of leads going nowhere,

meanwhile crime rates multiply and many such fish escape from our net.

The uncertainties of the business.

This time it's not about slaving away as usual.

When an important person like Professor D'Angelo

is found with his throat slit in his apartment,

there's always someone trying to prevent the investigation from running smoothly.

Situations arise in which we police officers are forced to compromise.

Inspector, the case of D'Angelo is a mundane robbery homicide.

The professor discovered a thief in his house, and this person cut his throat.

Bullshit, Mancini, bullshit!

If you say so.

Have you read the names in this?

Lots of people in high places but also many regular folks.

Indeed, and the murderer's name might also be in here.

I'm going to nail him, even if it means stepping on some toes.

You go to the reporters and tell them we are investigating, the usual nonsense.

Assure them we'll solve this new crime.

- Say whatever you want. - All right.

- Hello? - Cristina, is that you?

- Yes, Mom. What is it? - Your father didn't sleep all night.

But nothing happened, we just had a little discussion.

- Don't worry, Mom. - You should see the state he's in.

- Tell him I'm sorry about last night. - Come visit us, Cristina. Come.

- Yes, I'll come visit you soon. - I'll be waiting for you. Bye.

Goodbye, Mom.

Hello? Hello?

- Hello? - It's Oskar, see you at the usual place!

- What's going on? - Hurry up already!

All right Oskar, I'll be there in thirty minutes.

Well? Will you tell me or not?

Did you forget anything at the professor's house? A handbag or a scarf?

- No, why? - You were alone?

Yeah. What happened?

Read this.

What a horrible thing.

What are you worried about? Nobody knows I was in that house.

Yeah, right, but we gotta be careful with so many pigs going around.

Take a holiday for a few days, I'll be in touch.

Sometimes I really don't get you,

it's like you talk just because you have a tongue.

What the devil are you saying? You're also a pretty girl.

- Pretty skilled, too. - What do you mean by that?

With that physique, you could be in a more lucrative trade.

What do you think I should do?

Come on, say it.

What do you think, silly girl?

Perhaps your friend Cristina will make some good money way sooner than you.

Is that so?

I'm going to work for the advertising agency next week.

They told me today.

Is that so? How much will you earn?

Why the hell do you care?

Wait, I better answer it myself.

- Hello? - Miss Cristina?

- She's not here. - Can I leave a message?

- Yes, go on. - Viale dei Visconti 212.

Viale dei Visconti 212.

- Write it down. - One moment, please.

Finance and Loans Co. This evening at six o'clock sharp.

Did you write everything, Miss?

Yes, I'll tell Cristina as soon as she comes back. All right?

- Thank you. - You're welcome. Good evening.

Wow, that girl is enjoying a fast career.

Paola, you know that your friend chose the easiest career in the world for a woman?

What are you talking about? You sound crazy.

I know everything, Paola.

I know everything.

Hi.

Working late, aren't you, Cristina?

Would you like to go for a walk, sweetheart?

No thanks. I'm kinda late and I need to call my mother.

Ooh, your mother?

By the way, someone called for you when I was upstairs.

It wasn't your mother, though.

When can I call you?

Oh you're crazy, don't you have any shame?

To me, Paola is like a sister.

Cristina, I know everything about you.

Absolutely everything. I suggest you schedule an appointment with me.

Rest assured, my dear, that it'll be our little secret.

Come closer, come here, beauty.

Step forward.

You're stupendous.

You're wonderful.

Now tell me everything, who killed the professor?

- Talk. - I don't know anything.

- You don't know anything, eh? - No.

You look even more beautiful when you're scared.

Don't worry, I was only joking.

Come on, walk around.

Pick up the small bronze statue on the desk.

That one.

And now take it over there, walking very slowly.

Very good.

Put it over there, darling.

Come here, dear.

Come on.

Walk.

Slowly.

Very slowly.

Come back here.

Keep going.

It's all so lousy.

I'm disgusted by you, by Cristina, and by everything around me!

Don't shout, Paola.

Who cares? I'll shout as much as I want!

I told you not to make a scene, I don't like bad-mannered girls.

You dare talk to me about manners?

You, who asked Cristina to go to bed with you.

What do you think,

that I didn't see you from the window when you stopped her in the street?

You're a pig, that's what you are.

I know what I'm going to do.

First of all, I don't want to see you anymore.

Jerk!

FINANCE AND LOANS - LIMITED PARTNERSHIP COMPANY

Cristina, have you gone mad?

Please talk, don't be like this.

- I really like you. - Leave me alone.

I wish everybody would leave me alone once and for all.

I want to fend for myself, I don't want to be protected by you or my parents!

Cristina, what's the matter?

Why don't you tell me everything?

- Mornin', Inspector. - Good morning, Caputo.

- Where are we at? - We've got three different fingerprints.

That's normal.

- Hurry up with the pictures. - Almost done.

Okay, do the other room once you're done.

A case similar to Professor D'Angelo.

- Found any weapons? - No, just the victim's pistol.

- Find out if it was registered. - All right.

Tough nut to crack...

What a mess.

I don't like the idea of somebody going around slashing people's throats.

- See you at the office. - Good day, sir.

Come on, Mancini, we're in for another rough day.

Now you're going to tell me everything, I'm not buying your fibs!

I don't want to go to jail for a megalomaniac looking to get rich!

What do you want me to say?!

The guy called me and said he was a friend of Professor D'Angelo!

And you went there?! You did the opposite of what I always told you to do!

What about this money, though?

Wow, that's a lot of dough...

Cristina, you're a powerhouse!

- But I find it odd, though... - What's so odd?

- That guy was stingy. - So what?

- You could've killed him for his money. - And Professor D'Angelo too?

At this point the killer could also be you.

Oskar doesn't like to be told such things, even in jest!

You're a coward!

Well, you asked for it.

I don't want you to disrespect me, also because I'm growing fond of you.

I told you everything I know!

Who could have guessed that this other guy would also be killed?

You're right.

Here this whole matter is starting to stink.

Hey, would you like to go abroad for a few days? I've got a place.

Abroad? Do we have enough money?

No, honey, that's your job.

I need you to work hard for the next few days.

The industrialist should be back.

That one pays well.

Do you feel like taking a chance?

Good girl. Come here...

Enrico, what are you doing here?

What happened?

Why are you back so early?

- Don't you feel well? - Who knows...

It must be the weather, I can't even sleep anymore.

- I have a constant headache. - Perhaps you're a bit stressed.

You've been working like a madman lately.

I've asked the office for a month off.

I won't use it to rest.

I need to reflect on things.

I need to understand why our daughter has made such an absurd choice!

Where did I go wrong with her?

Enrico, you were too strict and distant a father.

We've reached a point where your daughter no longer has any respect for me!

She almost hates me, I can't stand it!

Enrico, don't be so dramatic.

Marco called me, he said he saw Cristina.

He found her calm and relaxed.

I'm sure she'll come back soon, you'll see.

You know how young people are today, they are hard to figure out.

You make it sound so easy.

- Good morning. - Good morning, Engineer.

- How do you do? - Gorgeous day, isn't it?

It all went well.

I have the signed contracts, but we still have to work for a few hours.

I've scored some great deals, Sergio, you'll see.

I've involved everyone.

- Here. - Thanks.

I'll give you the instructions for tomorrow morning.

Next Wednesday we're going to Moscow.

Listen, Sergio, I'd like to be alone tomorrow evening, from seven till nine.

- Any new picks? - Not simply new.

There's a real cream of the crop pick.

- Good morning, Inspector! - Good morning, Mancini.

Here's the newspapers, including some foreign editions.

Are you growing a beard?

- It's an idea. - Well...

- Sit down, Mancini, will you. - Thanks.

Hookers, pederasts, pimps...

Big shots...

It's all so awful.

Mancini, can you tell me how many people had a connection to both victims?

Far too many, Inspector, it will take forever to check all of them.

Indeed...

The thing I don't understand about this case

is why the killer didn't take the brooch.

Look at this.

Do you know how much it's worth?

Take a guess.

- 100,000? 200,000? - You wish.

It's valued more than three million lire.

The murderer could've taken it, but they didn't.

The safe hadn't been broken into,

and there wasn't any money to steal around the house.

[P.A.] The horse race is about to start.

And it's on!

And the horses are approaching the finish line...

- See you tomorrow. - Goodbye.

- Bye. - Bye.

Paola?

Paola.

- Do you recognize me? - Of course, Mr. Graziani. Good evening.

You've really grown up.

Could I speak to you for a few minutes? I'm not bothering you, right?

No, I was going home.

It's about Cristina.

We met the other night, right outside your place.

I begged her to return home, but I'm afraid I couldn't persuade her.

- Listen... - Did she tell you?

Me and Cristina are good friends, but she doesn't tell me everything.

We don't see each other too often, by the way, mostly in the evening.

Yes yes, I understand, but how can you possibly not know if she got a job?

I'd like to know the kind of job she's doing or would like to do.

I know she's looking for something.

I believe she even put an ad in a newspaper.

Listen, Paola, I'm very worried.

I cannot sleep or work.

Help me persuade Cristina.

If you couldn't do it, how can I?

But I must try everything, do you understand that?

Listen, I think you should let Cristina do what she wants.

- What if she chooses wrongly? - She knows what she wants, don't worry.

- Excuse me, it's late. - Good evening, Mr. Graziani.

- Wait, I haven't finished yet! - What are you doing?!

Forgive me, Paola. I've been losing my mind these days.

Say, could you at least do me a small favor?

Of course, tell me.

Please tell Cristina not to be too upset with me.

It's only natural for me to worry about her, it seems right.

Actually, forget about it.

Will you let me know if Cristina needs money?

All right, but I don't think she will.

Goodbye.

Here Engineer, all the paperwork is ready, including passports and bookings.

Very well, you can go now.

Sergio, take this folder about Cofide.

Let's meet up later to discuss the details for tomorrow.

- Goodbye, Engineer. - Bye.

Come.

I knew it. You're just a two-bit pimp.

You're ditching me because you found yourself a better girl.

I'd really like to meet this redhead bimbo.

I bet she's a farm girl who just arrived from the country

and has never seen a bathtub.

You're wrong, mine is just a whim.

Or, better, it's a business that will keep me busy for a while.

I know you will keep busy working for Gastone.

You can stay with him, he's a good kid.

I'm not the jealous type.

- See ya. - Go to hell.

- Call me. - You're a real son of a bitch.

I had two most enjoyable hours with you.

I'm in town almost every week, I'll have someone call you.

Like the idea?

Bye.

- So? How did it go? - Great. He's a real man.

How much did you make?

Half a million! We've got enough to get away!

Why a check? Cash would have been better.

I'll have to ask a friend with a bank account to cash it.

I hope it doesn't bounce.

You're tired, I'm taking you home.

You need some rest.

This is the third victim.

So you're saying that girl was the last person who saw the engineer alive.

- Yes. - What's her name?

Cristina.

She's a masseuse.

Here's her phone number.

Very well...

Very well, Cristina.

So you decided all by yourself to get into this fine trade,

while your father sacrificed his life for his family.

Inspector, say whatever you want but don't lecture me.

But don't you understand that I should have you arrested as a suspect in three murders?

As someone responsible for the death of three people with whom you had,

let's say, business dealings.

Well, Cristina?

Chin up.

Tell me the names of the people you see.

It's better for everyone if you tell the truth.

Better for you, and for your parents.

Write it down, Mancini.

Tell me about the friend who got you into the business.

The one that got Engineer Fabretto's check cashed.

Tell me everything you know about this Oskar fellow.

You're really going away, then?

Won't you tell me where?

There you are, Cristina.

Packing your stuff, I see.

Did you read about the latest murder?

It seems to be linked to the other two murders.

The main suspect is a girl.

The police don't want to mention her name, at least for now.

Knock it off, Franco.

You know this stuff frightens me.

That girl is me.

Oh, I thought so.

That's why I'm leaving.

The police allowed me to go because I don't know anything about the murders.

- What are you going to do now? - Keep working.

It's an easy way to earn a living.

- Keep working? - Of course.

Tonight I have an appointment at Via dell'Olmo 22 with a very rich man.

You can't even imagine how much money I will make from this.

That's why I keep doing this work.

Why the long face?

- When you called me I hoped that... - Oh, forget it.

I called because I need you.

My parents are fond of you, so I thought you could tell them I'm leaving tonight.

- What? Where are you going? - Abroad.

- Abroad with whom? - A wealthy industrialist.

He hired me as his secretary, it's an excellent position.

This means we won't see each other again?

I'm sorry, Marco, we had a good time together.

I must go now.

The industrialist is waiting for me at Via dell'Olmo 22.

- Do you know where it is? - Via dell'Olmo...

- Yes. - It's on the other side of town.

I better hurry, then. Bye, Marco.

Why didn't you tell me you're working tonight?

I couldn't say it in front of Paola.

I have an appointment at 7:30 with a wealthy Northern industrialist.

- He's paying me a million, imagine that. - A million?!

Who's this guy? The Aga Khan?

You're not taking me for a ride, are you?

No, it's the truth.

- How do you know him? - He called me.

- Where does he live? - Via dell'Olmo 22.

- What happened to you? - You wouldn't believe it.

The Vice Squad nailed me, but they didn't ask me about you.

That damned inspector.

So you don't know anything?

You're just a poor sod who exploits women.

You better watch out, kid.

Prisons are full of people like you.

Did you call me a pimp, Inspector?

There's many different categories.

The parasite, the pimp, the procurer,

the panderer and the protector.

And let's not forget about the macrò, as they say in France.

You know what I'm talking about, Inspector.

What about the bribe-takers? Aren't those pimps as well?

There is a big difference between what I do and the real criminals.

I'm not a murderer.

They told me you were questioned but managed to hold your own.

You did great, you didn't implicate me.

They got me because of that friend who cashed the industrialist's cheque.

Poor Mom...

The look on her face when they came for me.

- What did they tell you? - Nothing.

They understood I had nothing to do with it.

The important thing is we've got some money, plus what I'm earning tonight.

- Will you take me? - Where?

- Via dell'Olmo. - Too far, I've got an appointment.

I could take you to your car so you can go on your own.

Let's decide a place to meet again at nine o'clock.

I'll wait for you and we'll decide what to do next.

- Where's Via dell'Olmo? - I don't know exactly.

I reckon it's near Via Appia, after the Tomb of Caecilia Metella.

Just ask somebody once you reach the end of the Archeological Walk.

- Someone will be able to help you. - All right.

Come on, Paola, don't overreact.

I've made up my mind, I'm fed up with all of you.

- It wasn't a big deal, after all. - Enough.

Enough, Franco. This time it's really over.

I don't want to see you anymore.

I've cut ties with Cristina, too, what a friend she turned out to be!

Your filthy morals disgust me.

Now leave, I have a much more important thing to do than being here with you.

You can bet I'm leaving.

I can imagine the sort of business you're up to.

It probably involves those idiot colleagues who keep courting you.

Who do you think you are?

I can find thousands of girls just like you.

For what concerns your friend Cristina, it's you who involved me with her.

I don't care about the both of you.

I'm having a much more important appointment than yours in an hour.

Bye.

Look at how much they paid me.

Wow, are these Northerners loaded!

- What are you doing? - We'll divide the money later.

Sure. What do we do now?

I'm going home to get my suitcase,

I'll meet you in two hours at the Salaria junction, okay?

- All right. - Bye.

Mancini, stop him!

Freeze!

Breaking news!

The culprit of the three murders committed this week has been arrested!

Breaking news!

The perpetrator of the three murders fell into a trap set by the police!

Breaking news!

My little girl...

Inspector, my daughter, I couldn't kill her...

I couldn't...

Those pigs...