All language subtitles for The.Law.According.to.Lidia.Poët.S03E02.it-en

The lady was our guest.

She wanted to separate from her husband.

Captain Fontana introduced himself
at lunchtime, without invitation.

Mrs. Fontana.

Look at me, please.

I know you're very shaken
for what happened,

but his friends
Unfortunately they didn't see anything.

So, you should show me courtesy
to tell me everything that happened

since she and her husband
you have entered this room.

My husband was violent
and he tried to kill me before.

This time, however, he reacted.
Did he do that to her?

And the letter opener?

She got it sooner or later
the alleged assault?

After.

After. And where was he?

On that table.

Prosecutor, it seems obvious to us

that Mrs. Fontana
she just had to defend herself.

Let's go back to your husband, ma'am.

There is someone willing
to testify to this effect?

A doctor from Genoa.

-Tullio Munari.
-Tullio Munari.

He was a medical doctor when he examined me.

Please stay
available for questioning.

As for you, madam,
Unfortunately I have to declare you under arrest.

I just wanted them to make up.

-What is it?
-Shh. Shut up.

What the hell…

Stop!

Carabinieri, stop!

Stop or I'll shoot!

What do you have there?

Huh?

I admit that the circumstances
they are compromising.

But I assure you I can explain.

War hero killed by his wife!

Buy the Gazette!
The killer is a friend of Lidia Poët!

-I'll see what I can do.
-Enrico, I have to talk to you.

Zanardelli.

Oh.

Certain.

And then I promise you
that I will do everything I can.

-Did you read the newspapers, yes or no?
-Shh!

All right, we'll talk again in the afternoon.

Later.

What is it?

I bought the Gazzetta.

They talk about brutal murder,
in cold blood.

You know, they're journalists.

They take the notes from the Prosecutor's Office
and they copy them.

All right.
We have to respond point by point.

-If we could track down the doctor...
-Stop, stop, Lidia.

You know I can't hire
Grazia's defense, right?

What are you saying? Not…

Which is already scandalous that she was killed
a person in our house, Lidia.

Grazia is my best friend.
He's not just any person.

I know. That's why
that it is better to be defended

by someone above suspicion.

-I can write to a colleague.
-I understand.

-Zanardelli says to distance himself.
-Please.

-What were you talking about?
-I don't think you care.

You are fake. False.

He asked me to take care of it
of a friend of his. All right?

Luigi Castel.

-The painter?
-Yes, the painter.

He was arrested
in a very strange circumstance.

They accuse him of murder.

Zanardelli asked me
to assume his defense.

There will be an inspection today
in his atelier

and asked me to attend.
In fact, if you want to come…

So you can't take care of Grazia?

I've already told you that it's best to contact them
to a less involved colleague.

I don't want a less involved lawyer,
but my brother!

Your brother just told you
that can't!

You see, Lydia,
there are reasons for opportunity.

All right, Enrico.

-Thank you with all my heart.
-Listen to me, Lidia.

-What is it?
-I didn't say anything.

Love.

Tell me, speak.

If you want to know,

your newspaper is the only one
who doesn't talk about what happened.

Because it is a political newspaper
and we don't write about crime news.

A woman who defends herself
from an abusive husband

It seems like a political thing to me.

From oppressors and oppressed, right?

Are you becoming a communist?

That girl wanted to defend herself,
but no one says it.

Nobody says
that her husband tried to kill her.

My love, love.
I'm not a lawyer.

-I know.
-So what?

But maybe you can interview
that doctor, right?

That's how people see it
from a different point of view.

-It's a nice idea.
-Mm.

It's a nice idea. All right?

But now let's get ready
that the train leaves at 2pm.

Better not to get your hopes up.
Grazia will be sent to trial.

And at the trial,
I will be the one who will have to bear the accusation.

Better you than someone else, anyway.

Yes. The fact remains
that you are best friends.

-No?
-Yes.

And even if you and I don't have
family ties,

I don't know how appropriate it is...

-Mm. How much do you like this word.
-I don't... Lidia, I don't like it.

But you can't pretend
that isn't a problem.

Mr Prefect, good morning.

-Judge, good morning.
-I heard about your new appointment.

I believe we will see each other again in the classroom soon.

Miss Poet.

My regards to the Honourable.

Absolutely. Good day.

-Until we meet again.
-Until we meet again.

Relax.

He hates me,
but we weren't doing anything strange.

He was nominated
judge in the Assize Court, Lidia.

Putain.

I was telling you and I'll tell you again,

but for me we should avoid it
to show us together.

All right. So what do we do?

We hide in seedy hotels
that are paid by the hour?

-No, hotels don't…
-Although it might be fun.

We'll find a way, come on.

I promise you.

Look on the bright side.

At your first trial,
I won't miss a single hearing.

-This is beautiful.
-Mm.

Will Enrico take over the defense?

Not for now.

I hope to convince him
before being sent to trial.

-I'll convince him.
-Ah, I have no doubts.

The picture should represent

the Battle of San Martino.

It is a public commission
for the city palace,

but I don't think so
that Mr. Castel will be able to finish it,

after the murder.

Alleged.

Presumed, sure. But…

the victim, Mr. Elio Storti,
he had been living here for a few months.

Let's put it this way, more uxorio.

Forgive me, prosecutor,
but the meaning escapes me.

Mr. Castel confessed to us
a certain secret vice.

-Meaning what?
-He's not just like the rest of us.

Of course, he was an artist.

Here, good. Let's say "artist".

Now, the artist is in fact
who lived here with her lover.

And on Easter day he thought well
to shoot him in the back.

Blood splattered on the painting,

then he looked
to clean it up as best he could

and placed the body in a carpet.

-Prosecutor.
-Lidia.

Lawyer, sorry for the delay,

but as the prosecutor says,
Turin's topography has its mysteries.

I was explaining, if you allow,

that Castel did everything
to hide the traces of the murder.

First, he broke the window glass

to make us believe
that the shot had come from outside.

Then he tried to clean up the blood,

and when he was about to get rid of the corpse,

a diligent policeman
caught him in the act.

He didn't tell me about the gun.

She hasn't been found yet,

but let's assume that it is
of a small caliber pistol.

A female model,
if the pun will allow me.

And there's nothing else to add.

I can ask you
if you have already hypothesized a motive?

What should I tell you, miss?
Jealousy? A lovers' quarrel?

After all, life is chaos.

You lawyers like to wallow in it,
and we prosecutors must put things in order.

Excuse me, prosecutor.

So you're telling me that, in your opinion,
Castel would have broken the glass

to throw off the investigation, right?

-That's what I said.
-Why would he do that?

I mean, if he intended
to get rid of the corpse,

it's a bit strange.

The lady thinks well.

-Doctor.
-Doctor, even if she is female.

But, you see, the murderers
they don't follow this logic.

I think that Castel
broke the glass first

to throw off investigations,

and then at a later time
he decided to clean up the blood

and to throw the body into the river.

I already told you, lawyer.
It's a law of nature.

If it's not for money...

…it's for love.

I thought you were angry,

that you would sulk
for weeks.

-Of course, you know I don't hold a grudge.
-Mm. Yes, of course, of course.

-But your speech makes sense, then.
-Oh!

Grazia needs a person
more determined and brilliant.

Here you are. Well.

You since you've been in politics
you've lost your edge.

You finally understood it.

No. However, to clarify,
I never said I lost my edge.

I was just asking for reasons
of political opportunity.

All right, Enrico.

Let's say it wasn't appropriate
that you take care of it.

Exact.

I was very in love with Elio.

I had only recently met him.

He lived in a tavern in Borgo Vanchiglia

and I asked him right away
to come and stay with me.

I never would have thought

that could happen to him
such a horrible thing.

I don't understand, Mr. Castel, but…

How did she come up with it
to dispose of the corpse?

You see, I'm homosexual.

A vicious, a depraved, an invert.

When I got home
and I found all that blood,

I was afraid to inform the Carabinieri.

I knew they would have me right away
given the blame.

Did you know if Elio had any enemies?

Betrayed lovers, rivals, I don't know.

He never talked about his past,
and I preferred not to know anything.

However, it becomes difficult to help her.

The Honorable Zanardelli
it was highly recommended to…

He is a dear friend.

In the traditional sense of the word.
Don't be scared.

Do you believe me, doctor?

I was stupid,

but I would never be able to
to kill anyone.

He remembers what time it was
When did you find the body?

I can't say exactly,
but it was after dark.

I tried to wipe the blood off the painting,
I cleaned the floor.

It was Easter Sunday.
Didn't you spend it together?

-No, I don't give much weight to these things.
-All right.

Can you tell me where you spent the day?
With who?

I must have been walking,
I believe, on the river,

then in the afternoon,
yes, I've been to someone's house,

but I don't know how long I stayed there.

We'll take care of this.

I need to know
what is this person's name?

Elisabetta Ferri.

She is employed
in the residence of the Belloni counts.

But I warn you, doctor,

we are not on good terms,
and I don't think it can really help me.

I hope so, Mr. Castle.

We must be optimistic.

If she is innocent, we will find a way
to return it to society…

which he clamors for
his new work.

Are you sure, Lidia?

There's just no way
to let her meet her mother?

You are in Parliament. Do something.

I could get rid of the pianos.

This is not the time to joke, Enrico.

You have no idea
what a horrible place prison is.

It would be heartbreaking for a little girl.

Sorry, I'm no longer hungry.

Teresa is right, Enrico.

But me without you
I cannot represent Grazia.

I didn't find anyone
willing to defend it,

therefore I cannot apply
to a judge, therefore…

Could you at least sign a proxy for me,

so I talk to Grazia
and I tell her that Mila is fine?

-Sure, I can do this.
-Ah, your goodness!

Excuse me, lawyer.
Mr. has arrived. Jacob.

Mm. Viva.

What happened?
Did the train break down on the tracks?

-No. I postponed my departure.
-Consuelo gave him the sack.

Consuelo, for your information,

she's just proud
to know I'm here in the trenches with you.

-To fight for a just cause.
-Very touching.

So you came back to fight?

"Freemen and slaves, patricians and plebeians.
In short, oppressors and the oppressed."

This is the Manifesto…

…of the Communist Party, yes.

I haven't read it.
And why did you come with suitcases?

Enrico, let me explain.

Grazia is the oppressed,
her husband was the oppressor.

My newspaper has a moral duty

to tell this story
from a political point of view.

Oh! Finally someone
who says it. Thank you, thank you.

But that's not all. That's not all.

I contacted the doctor
that Grazia spoke about,

the doctor Tullio Munari, and…

I have an appointment with him
for an interview. Don't thank me.

Perfect.

Bad idea, the trial hasn't started.

Are you defending Grazia, then?

-Ah, aren't you defending her?
-No. Let's go.

You still haven't answered about the suitcases.

Enrico, I can't deal with it
of oppression from a suite in the Regio.

Come on.

Albertina! Never by command,
would you light the fireplace in my room?

Of course, Mr. Jacob!

-Then set yourself on fire.
-As?

Good evening.

Mrs. Fontana came to the clinic
for a fracture in his left wrist.

It was last summer,

then with my family
we moved to Turin,

but I remember it very well,

because, well…

the lady spoke to me
of a fall down the stairs,

but it was evident that he was lying.

Thank you very much, ma'am.

How could he be so sure?

You see, the patient presented
scattered bruises in various areas of the body.

From the legs, to the arms, to the neck.

And some were more obvious,
therefore more recent, others are not.

So they couldn't be
all attributable to the same fall.

Certain.

Um…

You would be willing
to repeat these things in court?

I agreed with Dr. Barberis
for an interview, actually.

Yes, of course, but…
When the article on the Hammer comes out,

she will become, ipso facto,
the defense's main witness.

Do you know this?

Yes, I understand,
but I hadn't thought about it, honestly.

Then think about it.

Listen…

…perhaps, at this point,
it's better to cancel everything.

As I said, we recently moved.
I'm starting to get my groove on now...

Sure. Peace of mind first and foremost, right?

-If you want to put it that way, yes.
-It's not this.

There is a woman who for years
she suffered violence from her husband,

and no one saw anything
nor does he want to talk about it.

She is the only person
which has concrete evidence.

In fact, Dr. Barberis
he's here to do an interview with you.

And this pleased her.

He opened his house to us, offered us tea,
he introduced us to his wife.

Then, when it's time to take
of responsibilities before a judge,

takes a step back.

So, what was Dr. Munari?

A question of vanity
for an article in a newspaper?

Because if so,
we have nothing more to say to each other.

I apologize.

Okay, I have…

I had a miserable thought.

Real.

Obviously I will be willing to testify.

Thank you.

It's always nice to see you...

at work.

-Come on.
-No, no, Lidia.

You could convince anyone
anything, trust me.

I wish it were true.

No, Lydia.

If you talk about last year,

than when you asked me
not to move to Rome,

I think I made the right choice...

No, no. I was talking about Enrico.

Oh.

I can't do anything for Grazia
without him, then…

However, I don't know how...

thank you for what you did.

Forget about it.

Office of the Attorney General.

Hello, prosecutor.

Lydia.

-Did something happen?
-No, no, I wanted…

I wanted to hear your voice.

Mm.

No, nothing. It's just that I don't…

I can't give myself peace,
I can't sleep.

I think only of Grazia
and on Easter Sunday.

I think I should have done something.
If I hadn't let them speak for themselves...

Lydia, listen to me.
There is nothing you could have done.

-Nothing.
-I could have avoided it, Pier.

If I had listened to my instincts,
if I had entered that room,

Maybe now I wouldn't have to fight
just to try to defend her.

And I don't even know if I'll make it.

However…

Today at least I met
his doctor conducted

and he made himself available
to testify,

-so…
-No, wait. Wait.

We can't talk about the case.

I will be the attorney general at the trial.

There are protocols to respect.

No, of course.
I wasn't trying to influence you.

I know. I know you didn't want it.

But you think…

The things you tell me,
I could use them against you.

Certain. No, it's just that you're the only person
who I would like to talk to about it

and I can't, so...

Okay, it's…

It's late. Goodnight, Pier.

Mr. Castel says

of having met with her
on Easter Sunday.

Castel has always been
a liar. Capable of anything.

I've known him for years and he never said
something that was honest.

Yes, he told us
that you weren't on very good terms.

And he also told you that he left me
as soon as he found out I was pregnant?

-No, not this.
-And of course he didn't tell you this.

He had to dedicate himself to painting,
and we were a nuisance.

He gave us money every now and then.

But Easter Sunday
he came to say that that was enough.

That he had already done enough.

So,

forgive me for being indelicate,
but can you confirm me

than the day of the murder
Was Castel with her?

Castel came to visit me at my house
in the afternoon, it was only ten minutes.

And that's what I'm going to tell the police
if they come to question me.

Certain.

He's lying.

Castel abandoned her
and she doesn't want to help him.

Maybe, but still
Castel should explain to us

where he was between 4pm and 10pm,
because he's not coming back.

I understood your game.

You offered to help me
just to confuse my ideas.

And everything
because I didn't want to defend Grazia.

-A little adolescent.
-Why would I do something like that?

-Then explain to me what you are doing.
-Nothing.

I'm just saying we can't
believe unconditionally

to what Castel says
just because we are his lawyers.

-No?
-No.

Then look here,
Miss First of the class.

These are 57 letters,

all written by the same person
and addressed to Elio Storti.

I found them in his room,
in Borgo Vanchiglia,

along with other things, but these
They seemed interesting to me. Laws.

"No human or divine judge
will dare to condemn me

when I have healed the wounds
of my afflicted heart,

bathing them in blood
that flows from your side."

Is it a death threat?

The style is not perspicuous, but I would say so.

There's a whole love story here.

Passion is compared
to an "incandescent and pure flame".

And, ultimately, "blood pouring out".

-Well done, Enrico.
-Thank you.

Yes, this actually changes things.

Do we know who wrote them?

-Here lies the busillis. They are not signed.
-Good... Can I?

I reread them three times,
but if you're good enough to find...

I feel the same.

-Excuse me.
-No, sorry. We are working. Thank you.

No, Mila's uncle is here
with two policemen.

I don't understand why all the rush.

No rush, ma'am.
I am the child's legal guardian.

Good evening, gentlemen.
To what do we owe this visit?

Lieutenant Pietro Fontana,
I'm Mila's uncle.

Lieutenant,
Please accept my condolences.

I really appreciate the care you showed
for my niece, lawyer.

Luckily I got it
an extraordinary leave

and from today I will be able to deal with it personally.

Mila doesn't bother us.

I will treat her like a daughter.

The lieutenant has his rights.

-Albertina, prepare the child.
-Yes.

I can ask you
if he plans to leave town?

-You are Miss Poët, right?
-Mm, mm.

I hope she didn't put it
strange ideas in my sister-in-law's head.

He didn't answer me.
Are you planning to leave town?

No, miss. We're not leaving.

I will follow the trial until the conviction.

Princess.

Don't you give Uncle Pietro a hug?

Thousands. Darling, don't worry.

I want to be with you.

I promise I'll see you soon. Hmm?

No, no, no. You keep this one.

Now go.

Mila, let's go say hello to dad
for the last time.

Lawyer,

goodbye.

I absolutely have to talk to Grazia.

-I'll sign the delegation right away.
-Yes.

You as you imagine
your life in ten years?

-Not…
-Come on!

I can't imagine
not even the next ten days, Grazia.

-Okay, I'll tell you how I imagine you.
-Yes.

I imagine you doing it
a sensational speech in a court of law,

and I'm there rooting for you.

It would be nice.

-Stupendous.
-Unlikely, but nice.

No, it will happen. Yes, it will happen.

How do you imagine yourself?

Married.

-Mm. No!
-Ninth. Wait, wait.

-Married to a beautiful man.
-Mm.

-Rich.
-Here you are.

With a villa by the sea.

And with two children, a dog…

The lover.

The lover?

Well yes. Have you ever known
a rich, handsome and even nice man?

The lover is needed.

A lover.

Look how you accepted right away.

And then the lover for the lover.

So a husband, a lover, another loves...

Legally speaking,
it is an indisputable decision.

Why Pietro Fontana
he is the closest relative.

Mila has to stay with him
until the end of the trial, unfortunately.

But even after,
since they'll probably shoot me.

In fact, I bet
which will take her to assist.

He seemed affectionate with the little girl.

-He's a bastard, Lidia.
-All right.

Just like his brother.

All right.

Can't Enrico do anything?

He can't convince the judge
at least let me meet her?

Enrico is not convinced

to be able to represent you
in a trial right now.

What do I do now?

-What do I do?
-I have a plan.

Look at me.

Look at me, look at me.

I can convince him.

I'll convince him. All right?

After you.

I finished writing
the interview with Dr. Munari.

I was thinking of including it
in Sunday's paper.

Thank you.

Do you want to read it?

I trust.

And instead this thing
that Enrico doesn't want to defend Grazia,

What do you… Well, what do you think?

Mm.

What do I think?

Have faith, Barberis.

I'll do it somehow.

All right. If you have to stay here
to be disturbing, give me a hand.

All right.

I'm trying to understand
who is the woman who wrote

these absurd love letters.

Because it slips away
some interesting details, like:

"The chimes of the church
of St. Michael the Archangel

they remind me of the first time
that you took me."

It's romantic.

-Saint Michael the Archangel is here, isn't he?
-Yes.

"The fountain with its statue
of crowned Italy."

The fountain with the crowned statue
it is in Piazza Cesare Balbo.

Right.

-So the fountain is here.
-Yes.

"Do you remember Guglielmo Pepe at sunset?
We watched it from my alcove."

And the statue of Guglielmo Pepe
it is in Piazza Maria Teresa.

-And this is all the same neighborhood.
-Yeah.

Oh.

Voila.

Yes. Stop, stop. It's here.

"Flowers on the corner
only the colors remain.

The scent is lost
with your last look."

"I'm still waiting for you in the White House

where summer whispers your name
in the shade of the trees."

Found.

Perfect. What do we do? Shall we go in?

If you don't take offense, I would go alone.

With the hope of?
Extort a confession?

I'm not here to make assumptions.

Thank you.

To you.

Those are outrageous allegations, miss.

And I'm not going to listen to anything else.

She completely misunderstood me,
countess.

Ninth. I understood too well.

And frankly it amazes me
that it is a woman who makes these speeches.

She…

Has he never suffered for love?

No.

And then know that a woman in love
he is capable of saying terrible things.

But this doesn't mean
who is then able to implement them.

Countess, I apologize.

It absolutely wasn't
my intention to accuse her.

In fact, I'm here to warn you,

because my brother,
the lawyer Enrico Poët,

took the defense of Mr. Castle

and I'm afraid he wants to deliver
this correspondence

to the King's Attorney.

-This seems like a nightmare to me.
-And I'm here to help you.

If you could tell me
something more about Elio Storti.

I know he knew him very well.

He was the love of my life.

His death threw me
in an abyss of pain.

I understand.

He never thought that Elio
could he have other loves besides her?

No.

He only loved money.

I gave him everything but, evidently,

it wasn't enough.

He needed a space to paint.

And I gave him the whole room.

He could come here whenever he wanted,
to work

or rest.

-This isn't a Canaletto?
-It seems authentic, right?

He sold four.

He's telling me
that Elio Storti was a forger?

Mm. He called himself an artist,

but in reality he never did
nothing really original, just copies.

And he was tormented by the idea that no one
could ever know his name.

So he invented a way to sign,

without anyone noticing.
Look there.

There's an H, then an E,

an L…

-"Helios."
-Mm, mm.

He had no imagination in this either.

But I loved him anyway.

And according to her, Elio signed
all his fakes like this?

I think so, but I can't be sure.

Why? Is it important?

Very important.

So what? What should I see?

-The solution of the case.
-I don't see it!

It's here before your eyes. I swear.

-Lidia, I'm getting irritated.
-No, for goodness sake. Don't get irritated.

But if you want me to tell you everything,

you must give me your word of honor
that you will assume Grazia's defense.

-I knew you were up to something.
-Everyone plays by their own rules.

Didn't you tell me I had lost my luster?

I lied. I could never find it
a better lawyer than you.

No. You won't find others
to be commanded by wand.

Okay, whatever you want.

Accept Grazia's defense
or shall we go home?

Let me understand. You really would leave
an innocent man in prison

just to spite me?

You have no idea
what I am capable of doing to help her.

Castel is innocent, right?

I think so.

Okay, you win.
You have my word of honor.

-Promise?
-Yes. Promise!

Then,

look here.

There's an H, an E, an L, an I.

-It says "Helios".
-"Helios."

It is the signature of Elio Storti.

So, did Elio sign Castel's paintings?

No, Enrico, he painted them.

-He was a forger.
-You're rambling.

Castel is no longer able to paint.

Haven't you noticed that his hand is shaking?

Elio Storti painted in his place.

So you're telling me
that Castel brought Elio to his home

to paint this picture,
and then he fell in love?

He didn't fall in love...

He had to justify their coexistence

and he just supported
the gossip of the people.

According to my calculations,
on April 10th, in the afternoon,

Elio Storti was here painting
the Battle of San Martino,

and someone saw it from the window.

He saw it and thought it was Castel.

That's why he killed him.

It was from behind.

It was dark.

When Castel returned,

Elio Storti's body was here
with his brushes in hand.

Panicking, he thought
that if he had called the Carabinieri,

everyone would have understood
that Elio painted in his place.

-And he decided to make the body disappear.
-It makes sense.

Obviously, if he hadn't told
that Elio was her lover,

it would have been a little easier
prove his innocence.

But, fortunately, I am a…

You are a genius, yes.

Genius.

They asked me
so that Storti was in my house.

I needed a plausible explanation.

I think it's time to inform
the prosecutor of what happened,

because the person who shot
he wanted to kill you, Castel.

And it's good that the Carabinieri
talk to Mrs. Ferri.

No.

I'm not saying it was necessarily her,
even if he had reasons.

You yourself told us
that on the day of the murder…

You don't understand, doctor.

I wanted to say that today
I will confess to the prosecutor

of having killed Elio Storti out of jealousy.

This is completely absurd.

Mr. Castel, you understand
of the consequences of this…

I am an artist, lawyer.

All my life I have only painted.

When I got sick,

I thought about killing myself.

Elio was my last hope.

With my instructions,
he could create for me.

Artists are forgiven any vice,

but not plagiarism.

And I don't want to go down in history
like an impostor.

I know you're busy
with the Honorable Zanardelli,

but you shouldn't worry.

As soon as he knows
that I declared myself homosexual,

he will distance himself
from everything that concerns me.

All right.

Tell Elisabetta I'm sorry
for making her suffer so much.

I had never thought about it.

The committed reader will perhaps be amazed

to see our newspaper
gives a lot of importance

to an apparently private matter,

but it is our firm belief

than the private
is largely public.

-Miss?
-Yes?

-This arrived for you.
-Thank you.

This is always true,

whenever it comes to relationships
of force, domination or abuse.

But it's even more true
when a single person,

and I don't use the feminine by chance,

simply suspected
of having used violence,

it is offered by an irresponsible press

to the fierce judgment of readers.

A judgment that is more similar

to the barbaric lynching
of the scapegoat

than to a civil desire
of justice.

From today, however,

our newspaper will raise its voice,

starting with the interview
to Dr. Tullio Munari,

the doctor led
which he was the first to notice

the signs of brutal violence
than this supposed war hero

has inflicted over the years
to his wife Grazia.

Furthermore, from this moment,
I myself will follow in presenta

the conduct of the trial,

step by step,

until justice
it will not have run its course.

And I promised you, didn't I?

So, um, we have champagne…

…two glasses,

candles, but above all…

…a Sachertorte.

Well, now don't...

It may not be Vienna, but I rented it
until the end of the process.

If we can't talk about it
outside institutional offices,

at least we can stay here,
er, without… taking risks and…

You were very good.

HI.

Have you seen?

Poet lawyer. Nice to see you again.

Let's say the circumstances
they could be more auspicious.

The prosecution section has disposed
this morning the indictment

and we will have to introduce ourselves
in a few days at trial,

before a jury.

How much hope we have
of a favorable verdict?

Honestly, not many.

But we have some elements,
in our favor, important.

The autopsy on her husband highlighted
of the epithelial tissue under the nails,

so this proves that he assaulted her.

Then we have Dr. Munari
who will testify about the previous violence

and will give us the opportunity to support
that you acted in self-defense.

-It is the truth.
-Certain.

Unfortunately the truth,

in a jury trial,
it might not be enough.

It is important that you know this.

All right.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

For how much longer
are you going to not talk to me?

What do you want me to tell you?

That you did the right thing.

That before you were looking for excuses,
excuses not to do so.

-Yes, it's true. I was looking for an excuse.
-Eh.

Eh. Have you wondered why?

Why are you obsessed with politics,

and you thought that this process
could harm you. I don't know, I swear.

So smart,
and you still haven't understood anything about me.

-I didn't mean to offend you.
-Who cares if you offend me.

The point is, I didn't want this case
because I'm afraid of losing. All right?

Grazia is your friend.

If I can't get her acquitted,
you'll think it's my fault.

-And this thing terrifies me.
-No…

-No, listen to me.
-It would be our fault. Let me finish.

It would be our fault if we lost.

But we win this trial.

Look at me, please.

You and me, together.

We win it. All right?

All right.

Yesterday he was officially entrusted to me
the task of supporting the accusation

in the trial against Grazia Fontana.

The court will be presided over
by judge Sergio Davanzati,

while the names of the popular jurors
have already been deposited in the registry.

I'll need a few more days
to collect evidentiary material.

But…

I have summoned you to anticipate you

than the indictment
it will be voluntary manslaughter.

-With the aggravating circumstance of premeditation.
-Impossible.

Sorry, the…

Mrs. Fontana did not know
that her husband would come looking for her.

And yes.

Two days before the murder,

Grazia Fontana
sent this telegram.

"We are in Turin, at Lidia Poët's house.
I'll wait for you, Grazia."

I'm afraid that Mrs. Fontana
hasn't told you the whole truth.