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Good morning, Catania!

A Deputy Commissioner in Catania

Ma'am!

- Welcome back! - Thank you, Lo Faro!

Beautiful flowers! You remembered I like them!

Lo Faro, tell me something. Where did you put your service weapon?

MEMO DEPUTY COMMISSIONER GUARRASI IS BACK!

We were on him for a month, we were one step away from catching him.

Now we need to find the mole who sank the operation

and find out where Bazooka is.

You think Fratta escaped because we have a mole?

Bazooka fled his lair just two hours before our raid.

Someone tipped him off. It might be someone from the Palermo station.

As you know, I'm leaving for Catania today. But you can be sure I'll be back.

Of course as soon as we've found his new hideout, I'll call you.

This time we'll catch him. Thank you and have a good day at work.

Ma'am.

Ma'am, it was nice having you back here with us.

Mangia, are you getting emotional? Come here...

Come on.

Goodbye...

Spanò.

Good morning, boss. You're coming back today, aren't you?

- Yes, I am. Why?- A body was found in the airport parking lot

- and I wanted to know if you'd work on it. - I will. I'm leaving soon.

Nice. Because respectfully, the big boss isn't very good with investigations.

- How were they killed? - We've just arrived, hold on...

Looks like a single bullet to the heart.

There are no witnesses. No ID, no cell phone.

- I'll see you soon, I'm on my way.- All right.

What are you doing leaving so soon?

- There's a client, didn't you hear? - I thought we could have lunch together.

Paolo, what difference is that going to make? You knew from the start I'd go back.

I've told you since day one.

Vanina, finally!

The mortuary is taking the body.

You don't know how happy I am to pass you the ball.

Investigating in the field is nice,

but I very much prefer analyzing the cases in my office.

With cigars and cold tea. Do you know what Lao Tze says?

- Lao Tzu. - Sure, him.

"The wise man does without doing." And I'm wise, Vanina.

Good luck!

I don't get it.

Boss, welcome back!

- Hi, boss! Welcome. - Great...

I thank Saint Agata and all the saints in the calendar because the big boss is tough.

He was driving me crazy. Excuse me.

Don't worry. We have freedom of speech, don't we?

- Yes, but maybe don't tell him... - We'll see.

- Amazing, the boss is back! - Calm down.

- Excuse me. - Are we on a field trip?

Sorry.

But thank you.

Come on, let's get to work.

- Spanò, did Forensics send you photos? - Sure. Here they are.

Do we know anything about him?

Yes, ma'am. We ID'd him thanks to his car registration.

His name was Esteban Torres.

- Spanish? - No, Cuban with dual citizenship.

- American and Italian. - Cuban with American and Italian citizenship.

And he also had a residence in Geneva, Switzerland

- and he was married to an American woman. - Anything else?

He had a flight to Malpensa. He stayed at the Malden Hotel until a few days ago.

Then he left the room. No one knows where he slept.

Good job, Private Nunnari.

- Surveillance cameras? - I downloaded all the footage.

- If you want, I can watch them. - Good, you take care of it.

- I'm trusting you. - Thank you.

Well, we need to know more about Torres and find out what he was doing in Catania.

Let's get phone records and check his phone. Marta, call his wife.

Spanò and Nunnari, go to the Malden Hotel and ask about Torres.

All right, boss. You don't know how much we missed you.

I got food for everyone. So we can celebrate my return.

I'm sorry I started, I hadn't eaten since breakfast.

Boss, you know how it ends.

- Badly? - No, my blood sugar will rise.

But I'll have a slice.

- What did you find at the hotel? - The manager told us that Torres stayed there

three or four times a year for a few days each time, always alone.

He thought he had business in Catania.

- How long was he there this time? - Three days.

Did you ask if someone came looking for him after he left?

We did but he didn't know.

Go back and talk to all the receptionists. I'm sure they know more.

- Marta, did you contact his wife? - Yes. Her name is Evelyn Torres.

She took her husband's last name. She'll be on the first flight from Geneva.

- The phone records? - Torres had a Swiss cell phone.

- It'll take longer to get the records. - Surveillance footage?

Unfortunately there were no cameras in the parking lot where his car was.

From the others, you can see him entering the airport alone.

So I think whoever killed him was already there.

- Any more info on Torres? - We can't figure out what his job was.

- We only know he worked in import-export. - Import-export?

I looked online but found nothing. We know he was very rich,

he had several properties in America and here in Italy.

And he also had a house here in Catania, in the area of Trecastagni.

In Salita dei Saponari.

- What kind of place is that? - I have no idea.

Trecastagni is a village on Etna. I used to go there when I was a kid.

But why did he have a house there?

- Vanina! I was afraid you'd never come back! - Fuck, Adri!

Is the coat you're hugging me with stained with dead people? Nasty!

You're so fussy! I've just changed, can't you see?

Come on, let's go.

Look.

They shot him from the passenger side, the body was still.

- So Torres knew his killer. - That's right.

The two were probably talking. And then they shot him.

- Anything else, any particular signs? - That's all, just this. Look.

A seahorse. What could it mean?

What kind of question is that? What do I know?

A seahorse is a seahorse. Maybe Torres liked the sea.

And can you tell me if this tattoo is old or if he got it recently?

No, that's old. He got it decades ago.

He got it when he was a kid.

- Giuli?- Hi, Vanina. Can you hear me?

- Where are you? - At the Rotary law course. Did you forget?

We have a lot of solemn masses here, no appetizers and drinks.

I'll be back tomorrow.

- Can we meet? Because, I mean...- Yes.

- I wanted to talk to you. - I have a new case, but I'll do my best.

- Can you tell me about it? - No, it's better if I see you.

Is that so serious?

What did you do? Did you spread perdition among the prelates?

Vanina, it's better if we meet.

- OK. - Bye.

Good morning, Catania!

Crazy!

I thought of bringing you these.

What the hell are you doing?

- They're lilies. - Salvo!

- Lo Faro. What are you doing? - In your underwear.

Don't worry, it's a dream where I run to the station naked.

- I always have it, now I'll wake up. - You're not dreaming.

- It's us, you are at the station. - It's all true.

Lo Faro! Wake up!

- Lo Faro! - Wake up!

Lo Faro!

- An ambulance to the police station, now. - Breathe...

Yes.

No.

Fuck, they filmed him running around naked.

Look at this.

Look!

Look here.

It's everywhere.

The big boss is calling me nonstop.

- I don't feel like answering. - I'll talk to him.

Let's hope the news doesn't spread too far.

- So did he wake up? - He's awake, he's fine.

They want him to keep him here a day or two to run some tests.

Did he say anything? Did he give an explanation? Can we at least see him?

No, he doesn't want to talk to anyone or say anything. Not even to me.

He just gave me his house keys to get his pajamas and slippers.

My God, Lo Faro.

What did you do?

Is your phone not working?

- Maybe I've got it on silent. - Vanina, I'm not a fool.

What happened to Lo Faro? I don't understand.

We don't know yet. They have to run some tests.

Damn! We're becoming a joke to all of Catania.

That video is everywhere.

The Chief of Police called five times. And reporters too.

But it's only just happened. Maybe it'll blow over.

Sure. Come with me, I'll show you something.

What are you doing here? Go!

Fuck!

- But it's a nice drawing. - Are you an art critic?

Street art, right?

- Is Torres' wife here? - Yes, she's in your office.

Mrs. Torres, we're having some trouble figuring out what your husband's job was.

Unfortunately I never heard much about it either.

I know he was doing business between Italy and Miami.

Do you think your husband might have had any enemies here in Catania?

Enemies? I don't know.

- Esteban didn't talk to me... - I'll be more specific.

Could your husband be involved in any illegal trafficking?

I don't know. I swear.

But I can't rule it out.

How was your relationship with your husband?

Things hadn't been going well between us for a few years.

We used to have parallel lives.

But we loved each other. That never changed.

- How long were you married? - We met in '89 in Miami.

He was an emigrant from Cuba, an anti-Castro activist.

- Did you ever come with him to Catania? - No.

But I know he had lengthy stays here. Often as long as two months.

- Why's that? - I think he met a woman here.

But I have no idea who she might be.

Did your husband have any other relatives, children?

No. Stefano and I never had kids.

He had a brother, but he died years ago.

I think she's hiding something and for some reason she prefers to remain silent.

This is weird.

He left Cuba to become an American citizen.

Then he came to Italy to become an Italian citizen. Then he moved to Switzerland.

In addition, he was in a business we can't figure out.

This Torres stinks of dirty money.

Maybe he had something to do with the Mafia.

I want to talk to Interpol and know more about Torres' past.

- OK. - And I want to see his house here.

Why?

He could have slept there when he wasn't at the Malden Hotel.

Let's get this done first.

You know every road.

I was born here.

The house looks great, but you can't tell if anyone's here.

- So what? - So I ring again?

There's no need. I have the solution. Wait.

Let's see if I can find it.

A chicken thief gave it to me. It's not elegant, but it's functional.

Spanò, you have a thousand resources.

What's going on here? What are you doing? Who are you?

It's all right, we're with the police. Deputy Commissioner Guarrasi.

- Police. - Who are you?

I'm the housekeeper, Filadelfo Lavia.

What do you want?

- This is Esteban Torres' house, right? - Yes, it's his house.

I heard he's dead, poor thing.

But it's his house. He rented it as a bed and breakfast.

- We'd like to take a look. - Please, come in.

- Sorry about the mess. - You scared me.

There are these girls having fun in that pool.

Mr. Lavia, how does it work? Do tourists who want to rent the house talk to you?

You can call me Delfo if you want.

No, I just do maintenance and take care of the yard.

Tourists book the house online,

and go to Mrs. Pina de Tommaso to get the keys. She has a real estate agency.

Was Mr. Torres here a few days ago?

No, these tourists have been here for ten days.

Did Torres call you, by any chance?

No, I didn't know he was in Catania.

- Did you know him well? - Not well, no.

Since the guy was American, rich...

It's not like he gave me confidence.

If he called me, it was just for housework, that's all.

- Are you surprised he died like this? - Of course. One doesn't usually think

that someone you know can be shot to death,

- even if he... - What?

No, I don't want to talk ill of the dead. Also because Torres was always very good with me.

Only that, as a man, I didn't like him that much.

- And why? - How can I explain?

Try, come on.

You see, Torres looked like a dangerous man, like...

He could freeze you just by looking at you.

And besides, even if you have a luxury car and you're dressed like a prince...

You recognize that look right away.

- Do you understand? - Yes, I do.

- Thank you. - No problem.

- Let's go. - Can we go for a swim in the pool?

Come on, Spanò. Where's your swimsuit?

- Come. - Thank you.

- Don't mention it. I'll walk you. - Bye.

- He wanted to go for a swim, right... - Bye.

- Thanks, bye. - Goodbye.

Thank you.

- Tito, tell me. - There's another dead body in Taormina.

What do we have to do with Taormina?

The new body is very likely connected to Torres.

Go there and work with your colleagues at the police station.

How are the two cases linked?

The woman's name was Roberta Geraci, but her hotel room

was booked under the name of Esteban Torres.

OK. Send Adriano to the scene.

If the two murders are linked, it's better if the same coroner does the autopsy.

- We'll pick up Marta. - All right.

HOW ARE YOU?

I DIDN'T HEAR FROM YOU.

JUST TELL ME HOW YOU'RE DOING.

Detective Labate.

Deputy Commissioner Guarrasi.

- Do you have any information on the dead body? - Roberta Geraci.

She was 53 years old, born in Noto but lived in Modica.

- She worked in PR. - Do you know why she was here?

The doorman told me she had to spend some time with Esteban Torres.

That's why she was here, waiting for him.

But if you want, we can go. It's behind the building in the pine woods.

Yes.

She was found there, inside the well.

Hi, Adri.

- Adri, what's wrong? - I knew Roberta.

Bubi, her friends called her Bubi.

She was such an extravagant woman, so funny.

She had a beautiful smile.

Poor thing, who could have known she'd end up like this?

I'm sorry, Adri.

- Do you know how she died? - A lethal blow to the head.

But it's not recent.

Bubi's been in there for at least a dozen days.

Can we rule out an accidental fall?

It's possible. But to know for sure, I have to do the autopsy.

How is it possible that she was here for ten days and no one noticed?

We're a long way from the hotel.

A gardener who passed by smelled something coming from the well.

- I want to talk to the manager. Is he here? - Yes, she is.

Her name is Locastro. Come with me, I'll walk with you.

Hold on.

Yes, ma'am. Tell me.

Have you talked to the hotel reception staff yet?

- Yes, ma'am.- Does anyone remember seeing

Torres with a 50-year-old brunette woman?

No, they didn't tell me about any women.

But one of the doormen remembered that a few days ago,

someone came to ask for Torres. But he had already left the hotel.

- Do you know who he is?- No.

They just told me he was a good-looking man between 35 and 40.

Tell me about Roberta Geraci and Esteban Torres.

Did they have an affair?

Well... Of course they did.

They met here every year, always at the same time

- and they spent two months together. - What about this time?

This year was the same. Mr. Torres had booked for the usual two months.

But then he called to say that he'd arrive a few days late.

- And was Geraci already here? - Yeah, she was waiting for him.

But after a couple of days... she was gone.

- What do you mean? - All of a sudden, no warning.

Ten days ago.

One more thing...

By any chance, has a 35-year-old man come by these days to look for Torres?

I wouldn't know.

- I'd like to see his room. - Of course.

Follow me.

Thank you.

Like I said, we already checked the room.

But we didn't find anything important.

It's not that I don't trust you but I usually prefer to take a look myself.

It's a bad habit.

I'm not offended.

"The three of us in Noto."

- They're Geraci's parents. - How do you know?

I checked because I thought I had to inform them, but they're both dead.

Manfredi.

Did you hear anything?

I couldn't talk to the chief, but I went to the lab.

- And what did you see? - Nothing, Vanina. Everything is fine.

Lo Faro has never taken any drugs.

- Then what's wrong with him? - I don't know.

Come on, his doctor's coming.

Nunnari, what's going on?

- Is Lo Faro OK? - Yes, he's good.

I just went to his house to get his stuff.

It's not a house, it's a hole.

- It looks like no one lives there. - Manfredi?

We've been waiting for you.

Deputy Commissioner Guarrasi, I'm Lo Faro's supervisor.

- Can you tell us what happened? - Officer Lo Faro suffers from a mental illness.

He's been dealing with it for a long time.

- What's the diagnosis? - It's a very serious mental disorder.

He takes strong psychopharmaceuticals, and, you know, with these drugs...

Just one little mistake can...

He forgot to take his pills and he got worse.

How is that possible? He's been in service for years. There's nothing in his file.

Yes, you said it's been a long time.

Yes, but he only goes to private practices and changes doctors often.

- To hide it. - It's clear he's been lying for a long time

about his mental health.

Hello, Salvo.

- Did the doctor tell you everything? - Yes.

I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

Lo Faro, don't worry. Hey...

Look at me. We're with you.

When you left for Palermo, I started to feel confused.

- Maybe I was afraid you'd never come back. - But why?

Because you, ma'am...

You always reprimand me

but you're the only person who's ever trusted me,

- and this is important to me. - Lo Faro...

When you came back, I was so happy.

With the new investigation, I wanted to show you that I'm good

and that you could trust me.

I don't know, I got confused...

Also I didn't take my meds, I screwed up. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry...

Thank you.

I'm sorry about Lo Faro, but how do you keep something like that hidden?

Listen, you don't know how sorry I felt for him.

Look over there.

Hey! Stop, police!

What are you doing? Come here and I'll smash your head!

- Those fuckers! - Hey, don't act like that!

You're the deputy commissioner!

Sometimes even the deputy commissioner loses her patience.

You take it too personally.

- I'm sorry you had to do the autopsy on your friend. - At least I'm sure it's done well, right?

Can you tell me anyething?

Bubi had skin residue under her fingernails.

- A fight. So this is a murder. - I'd say so.

Do you know if she had a relationship, a partner?

Why do you ask?

I gathered that Torres might have been involved with organized crime.

Yes, but Geraci's murder doesn't look like it's the Mafia.

- So you're thinking jealousy? - It could be.

The first person that comes to mind is Torres' wife.

She loved her husband very much, and she knew he had a lover in Sicily.

Only, as it turns out, Evelyn was in Switzerland.

Strong alibi.

But no. As far as I know, Bubi didn't have any serious relationship.

But it's not like we were that close.

- Do you know her friends? - A little bit. Why?

Try asking around. Maybe there was someone who knew her well,

- maybe they could tell us something useful. - OK.

Come on!

Do you want to see me drunk?

- Talk to me. - Boss, the Swiss provider sent us

Esteban Torres' phone records.

Torres' cell phone shows several calls with Roberta Geraci up until June 23rd.

The day she disappeared.

And then there are two calls with Pina Di Tommaso. Who is she?

Pina Di Tommaso is the real estate agent for the house in Salita dei Saponari.

But that's not all.

What else?

There are calls with a Javier Alejandro Torres.

Javier Torres, and who is this other Torres?

Maybe he was a relative.

The number of this Javier Torres is a tourist SIM sold in Catania 15 days ago.

So he could still be here.

We tried to call Javier Torres' number, but his phone is always off.

Interpol said that Esteban Torres doesn't have a criminal record,

- but he was involved with the Mafia. - We were right.

Torres has been involved with the Mafia since the '80s.

In America, he was affiliated with Frank Cristallo's clan.

Evelyn, his wife, didn't tell us anything.

That's not all. Evelyn, marrying him, took his last name.

But her maiden name was Cristallo.

- I can't believe it. - I know.

- Was she his boss' daughter? - That's right.

And the turning point for Esteban was marrying the boss' daughter.

- So what do we do? - Let's interrogate Evelyn again, she fooled us.

Did you get any information on Javier Torres?

Yes, Javier's been in Sicily since June 18th, arriving on a flight from Miami.

- And he's Torres' nephew. - Nephew, how?

Well, Esteban had a twin brother named Juan.

Here he is, Juan Torres. And Javier is Juan's son.

Javier was also born in Cuba in '83, emigrated to America at 20.

No established occupation, he lives on hustles.

Interpol also sent me a nice photo. Here it is.

- Show this photo to the Maiden Hotel's doorman. - Why?

I'm starting to think Javier might have met Torres at the hotel.

Evelyn told us that Torres' twin died years ago.

So it seems. Juan Torres died of natural causes in the United States.

- Lo Faro's here, they discharged him. - Can't you see we're in a meeting?

Tito, come on.

We were in a meeting.

Lo Faro, how are you?

I'm here to drop these off.

Now you need to recover and get back on track.

Come on, there's a video too. It's shameful.

Salvo, you were sick. You don't have to be ashamed of anything.

You have to see the comments!

"What a beautiful boy, what a nice physique!"

Do you have any relatives or friends you can stay with?

- You can't be alone. - I'm not from Catania.

But I'm fine.

Why don't you come stay with me for a few days? We have an extra room.

I really don't want to bother you.

I want to be quiet at home, on the couch with video games.

I want to get into my world.

We can play video games together!

Lo Faro...

Accept Nunnari's offer.

You're fragile now, and being alone never helps.

- All right. - Come on.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Vanina, listen to me. Come here.

About Lo Faro.

It's obvious that we can't just suspend him. You know that, right?

- What do you mean? - Well...

I mean, I'm obliged to start the procedure.

And the medical board will have to assess the case

and decide whether he can continue to work or not.

Are you serious? What are you thinking?

Lo Faro has been here for years with no issues, they can't kick him out for one incident.

Yes, but he also lied about his health and that's a big deal.

But he only walked around in his underwear in the middle of town.

- It's not like he fired his gun... - And that's nothing?

- A cop running through Catania naked... - Tito, you can't do that.

Lo Faro is one of us. You can't just get rid of him.

Vanina, will you stop taking it personally?

I can't keep a cop who's at risk of losing his mind

- and control, and then does this. - Tito, we all have problems.

Me too, for years... as a woman.

And you know I've had problems.

But it's not the same. You're a reliable person now.

Lo Faro is sick now.

I'm sorry, but I have to do my duty.

Otherwise I'll end up in trouble. And you with me.

Tito, do what you think. But if the medical board finds him unfit,

know that my team and I will do everything we can to help him.

Because we won't leave him alone!

Come on, Marta, we have work to do.

For me, my father and my husband have always been businessmen.

- I've always stayed away from everything. - What are you trying to make me believe?

That you were the devoted wife waiting at home

- and asking, "Hi dear, how was your day?" - What do you know about my life?

It's not my fault I was born in my family and it's not my fault I fell in love with Esteban.

Evelyn, besides Esteban, his lover was also killed.

- And you loved your husband very much. - What are you implying? I was in Geneva.

Sure.

A woman like you, daughter and wife of businessmen, doesn't get her hands dirty.

- You can pay someone to do it. - A woman like me, as you say,

would hire someone who knows how to do things right.

Years ago, when we moved to Switzerland,

I was hoping that with time, Esteban would leave his business.

And that we would start a new life together.

I swear, I'm the first one to want you to arrest whoever killed him.

And certainly Esteban's death has nothing to do with his business.

Did you talk to anyone in your family?

It was definitely someone tied to that woman he was seeing here in Sicily.

This is Esteban's nephew, his brother Juan's son.

- Have you ever met him? - No, I've never seen him.

I told you, he never told me about Cuba. And Esteban was done with that past.

So guys, we have to put everything on the line for Lo Faro.

Now each of us has to write a report, and we have to do it right.

Then we'll send them all to the committee.

Marta and Nunnari, you're close to him, talk to Lo Faro.

We need to find someone who can tell us more about him.

The more effective the reports we write, the more we can help him.

- OK, let's start tonight. - All right, and keep me posted.

- Next, news about Javier Torres? - A lot.

- What are you waiting for? - I went to the doorman at the hotel.

I showed him the photo, and he recognized him.

The man asking to see Esteban was his nephew, Javier Torres.

And there's more.

Labate sent us Roberta Geraci's phone records.

Guess who called her?

Javier Torres.

- Her too? - Really?

The more we dig, the more we bump into this Javier.

We need to get the GPS data from his cell phone.

Do you think it could be him?

The only thing I know is that Javier came to Catania two weeks ago and within ten days,

his uncle Esteban and Roberta Geraci were killed.

Paolo, I texted and tried calling you. Can you tell me what's going on?

Don't be such a jerk and answer.

- May I come in? - Detective Patanè.

- Am I bothering you? - Do come in. How are you?

Fine. I took the liberty to bring these to you.

- Is it food? - Not exactly.

- Books. - Yes. Books about Cuba.

About Cuba.

Did someone tell you something?

Spanò came to my house a couple of days ago and we talked.

He told me about the murder of this Cuban.

And why the books?

Because I don't know anything about Cuba! Do you?

I don't know much about it, either.

If we want to understand something about the victim,

we have to delve into the victim's cultural identikit.

- You know? - Right.

- Thank you, that's really kind of you. - I hope to help.

- Goodbye, ma'am. - You've been great, I'll let you know.

- Finally! - There she is! Welcome back!

A person has to get in line to see you, Vanina!

- Why's that? - Hello.

Come on!

As soon as I came back to Catania, I got a very complicated investigation.

Those are your favorites, though. Right?

So what did you want to talk to me about?

- I'd like a hug first. - Yes.

- Tell me. - Nothing.

- What happened is... - Vanina!

Vanina?

Adri!

Surprise, I have cartocciata and onions to make up to you for showing up unannounced.

Come on, this is your house.

Thanks. Giuli's here too. Hi!

Anyway, I'm sorry.

I can't wait for Luca to come back and the paper wants him to stay

a little while longer in Burkina Faso.

What's the matter, Adri? What's wrong?

Bubi's death.

It is the first time I did an autopsy on someone I knew so well.

- It's bad. - I believe you.

Did you talk to her friends?

- Yes, her dearest friend, Pina Di Tommaso. - Di Tommaso?

- Di Tommaso is Torres' real estate agent. - Yes.

- Did she say anything to you? - No, she looked sad. She was nervous.

- Get me her number, I want to talk to her. - All right.

- I'll get drinks, will you come with me? - Yes, let's go.

We got interrupted. What did you want to say?

Nothing, I'm glad to see you.

- And? - We'll talk another time.

We're with friends now. Let's enjoy the night, shall we?

- Yes. - Come on.

For you, good Salvo...

- You need to get back on your feet. - Thank you, ma'am.

For you, beautiful Marta.

This pasta is made of sausage juice and some chicken liver.

This meat is delicious!

Mom, I told you Marta doesn't eat meat!

Look at that face! I was joking.

For you, I prepared a beautiful caponata with peppers and eggplant.

Thank you, ma'am. That's perfect!

- Come on, give me the plate. Is this enough? - Yes.

Marta, do you know you're the most beautiful girl

- Mimmo ever brought home? - That's a nice compliment.

- It's the truth. - The truth? You're the only one!

That's not true. I brought...

- Rosalia. - Rosalia?

Rosalia! You were eight!

And a half. Eight and a half years old.

- Do you like it? - It's really good.

You should tell us if you have any relatives we can talk to.

No, my mom and dad are dead. I told you, I'm alone.

But don't you have any other relatives?

No.

Salvo, to write the report,

we need someone to tell us about you and about your past.

- Like a childhood friend. - I don't have any friends.

Not even a classmate, someone from the barracks?

- What can I say? I can't make friends. - No, that's fine.

Let's move on.

Can you tell us when your...

illness started?

Marta, I have to apologize but I'm too tired.

- This is important. - I know.

But I've already taken my meds and I have to go lie down.

- I'm really sorry. - Don't be.

Mimmo.

There's something wrong.

Salvo either doesn't want to or can't help us.

We need to talk to the boss.

- Agatino, what's new? - The usual chaos.

- Can I buy you coffee? - No, never.

Have a good day.

Hi, compà.

Hi, compà.

I wanted to know how Lo Faro is doing.

Fine, he seems OK.

- Do you know anything? - Look, I talked to the chief.

I explained, told him about Lo Faro like he was my brother.

He promised he'd write a report as favorable as possible.

Good.

But he also told me that it's unlikely they'll let him go back to work.

Is he sure?

He says these commissions are rigid. They tend to rule out active service.

If I were you, I wouldn't get my hopes up.

Thank you. For everything.

Besides, poor Lo Faro... What did he do that was so weird?

Running naked with flowers?

It's like a seemingly foolish act, but it's a shock to your unconsciousness.

It might be a turning point, it can change things.

And what turn would Lo Faro have?

Don't you see it?

Lo Faro was looking for help.

He used to be a lonely guy, forced to lie to the world.

Now he finds all of you who help him, who are with him.

I mean... Me too, right?

Maybe if instead of courting you, I ran to you naked with a bunch of flowers?

Or, I don't know... dressed as a pink rabbit?

Maybe I would've won you over.

Pink rabbit...

I'd definitely prefer the pink rabbit.

Are you sure?

Compà...

Compà.

Boss, the results are here.

The GPS shows that Javier was at the airport when Esteban was killed.

But there's more. Javier was in Taormina ten days earlier when Geraci died.

Boss, it was him. He killed both of them.

We need to find him. Let's widen the search across the region.

Tito?

Boss, may I?

I need to go to the bathroom.

- Does your trusty squire have a problem? - Are you surprised?

Anyway, I wanted to ask you if Interpol gave you any more news about Javier Torres.

Do you think Interpol works for me? I haven't heard from them.

Boss, you have your meeting with Pina Di Tommaso shortly.

- Torres' real estate agent, right? - Yes. And also Bubi Geraci's friend.

We're going to see her. I'll talk to you later.

Marta.

- What, are you not talking to me anymore? - I'm very busy with the investigation.

Look, is it true that you went to the soldier's place for dinner last night?

- Yes. We had a wonderful evening. - Wonderful?

It's nice to be with people who care and don't just think about their career.

Bubi introduced me to Torres.

He wanted someone to take care of the house in Salita dei Saponari.

He lived too far.

Mrs. Di Tommaso, we have two phone calls between you and Torres.

- Why did he call you? - Because he had changed his mind.

- About what? - The house in Salita dei Saponari.

He told me he didn't want to rent it anymore, that he had decided to sell it.

- How come? - He didn't say.

He just told me he already had a buyer, but then the deal was called off.

That's all.

Mrs. Di Tommaso, why did you want to see me here and not at the station?

I don't know what Bubi got into,

but I don't want to get pulled into it. There's a killer on the loose.

Tell me what you know.

Bubi often talked about Torres. She was very much in love.

But?

But she liked to have fun. She used to pay for younger men.

- Escorts. - So what?

So a few months ago, she convinced me to take a vacation with her to Miami.

One night she met a gigolo, a guy she'd met years before in Cuba.

- He was Cuban? - Yes.

Beautiful and he also spoke some Italian, by the way.

Why are you telling me about this gigolo?

Because I think Bubi met him before she died.

Explain.

Two weeks ago, Bubi called me from Taormina

and told me she had a date with Torres.

But he stood her up and that, just by chance,

her Cuban escort had arrived in Sicily.

She thought she'd contact him and have some fun.

Is he the Cuban escort?

It's him. There's no doubt, it's him.

- Mrs. Torres? - Ma'am.

We're looking for Javier, Esteban's nephew. Only you can give us something useful.

But how, do you think it was his nephew? It doesn't make any sense.

Why doesn't that make sense? Tell me what you know.

Esteban told me that his nephew had emigrated to America.

But he had no contact with him.

- Are you sure? - Very sure.

- They've never met nor talked on the phone. - And why?

Juan, his twin brother, was married to a girl named Carmen,

a staunch Castro supporter. And Esteban had emigrated to America.

To Carmen, a guy like Esteban was nothing less than a traitor

so she forced Javier to have no contact with him.

How did Juan die?

It was before my husband and I met.

Esteban was already in America.

Juan got permission to go see his brother...

but then Juan got sick and died of a brain hemorrhage.

So putting together what we know, that's what should have happened.

It all starts with Roberta Geraci, aka Bubi,

who goes on vacation to Miami with a friend.

There, she meets an escort she'd met years before.

- Javier Torres. - That's right. There he is.

Javier learns that his client's lover was his own Uncle Esteban.

- Sorry, an uncle whom Javier never met, right? - Right, here he is.

And from Bubi, he also learns that the two will meet in Taormina soon.

So what does he do? He gets on a flight and comes to Sicily.

But he ends up first killing Bubi Geraci and then his uncle.

Here comes the problem.

What's the motive? What's the point of killing an uncle he's never met?

Boss, I don't think I understand anything.

- That makes two of us. - Three.

The only thing to do is find him and question him.

That's for sure.

- Do you have any news from Spanò? - He went to Scordia,

Lo Faro's village, but he hasn't called yet.

- Boss, I'm on my way back. - Spanò, what's wrong?

- Did you find out anything?- Unfortunately I did.

I spoke to a colleague in Scordia. He told me that Lo Faro's dad was a jerk.

He beat his wife every day, Lo Faro's mother.

And one day he beat her so much that he killed her in front of her son.

He was twelve.

He was a kid.

When the police arrived they found him cradling the body, crying for his mother...

My God, what must he have been through?

And after everything he went through, he now risks losing the one thing he has left?

Lo Faro, we need to talk. Damn it, Lo Faro. Will you stop?

You know what you need to know.

You can't understand.

You're wrong, Salvo.

If there's one thing I can understand, it's what you've been through.

I'm sorry, you're right.

I used to see my father kick and punch my mother.

She didn't get up that last time, she didn't answer.

I started shaking and I stopped talking. I didn't want to talk anymore.

And they took me to an institution.

I only wanted my father to go to jail for what he did because he was a jerk.

But he was smart. And he escaped before the trial.

Then what? No one could find him?

There was a fire inside me.

For my mother, because she died like this, like garbage in the trash.

No one thought about my mother, I was the only one.

That's why I wanted to be a cop.

But I was troubled, so...

I had to start all the treatments.

- Where did you go? Who took care of you? - Foster homes.

Then when I turned 18,

I realized that with my sickness, the police wouldn't take me.

But I didn't want to give up.

- How did you do it? - I waited.

- You waited. - I waited, I stopped the treatments,

I showed up at the exam, and I passed... they took me.

Ma'am, I really thought I could control everything.

I started taking my meds again, I was very active.

It lasted ten years. It worked for not one, but for ten years.

You look like a smart guy.

Why did you always make a fool of yourself?

All that crap on social media.

I was admitted to a hospital a few years ago.

There was a gentleman called Nicola in the bed right next to mine.

And he was watching a TV show, something for kids,

but he was laughing, ma'am.

And I asked him, "Nicola, what are you doing?

"Why are you laughing at these things?"

He looked at me seriously and said, "Salvo, stupid things are precious.

"Because they free your mind, because they don't make you think,

"they don't make you cry, they don't make you scream."

- Does it work? - Yes.

It works with me.

Lo Faro, I'll do everything I can to help you.

Now you have to prepare for the worst.

But we're with you.

- You're not alone anymore. - Thank you.

Now let's not go overboard with these hugs.

Paolo, please call me or text me. I'm worried.

I can't get hold of you. I'm afraid. You have a mole at the station.

Just send me a couple of lines and then go on radio silence.

Of course.

Why haven't I thought of that before?

- Nello. - Ma'am.

- Is Paolo here? - Yes.

I'll let you in.

Daniele, let the Deputy Commissioner in.

- Good evening, ma'am. - Good evening.

What's wrong with you? I've been calling you for days.

If I didn't pick up the phone, that means I had my reasons.

And I needed to get far from everything and everyone. May I?

May you?

- You're an asshole! You knew I'd panic. - What do you want from me? What?

I've done nothing but what you've been doing to me.

That's bullshit, Paolo.

We almost got Bazooka. You think he won't react?

There's a mole at the station. Don't you realize you're in danger?

So what?

What do you mean?

I know what my reality is.

I know I could end up like your father.

Isn't that why you left?

What do you want from me?

That's what we do now.

We lie to each other.

We hide what we feel for each other.

You have to leave now.

Maybe we can have breakfast on the terrace first.

Just like we used to.

Well? Thanks for the surprise.

It's been a pleasure.

- You're going to keep running, aren't you? - Come on, Paolo, don't start now.

All right.

But I want to ask you something.

- Is your problem Palermo or is it me? - What?

If I didn't live in this city, if this wasn't my life,

would you still run?

You can't put that responsibility on me.

Just trying to investigate, to understand...

I'm telling you.

Don't eat all the candy at the service station.

Are you kidding? That's the only reason I come to Palermo!

- I'm sorry. The reader isn't working. - What do you mean? I just gassed up.

Maybe there's no service. Have you got change?

No, I don't. Let's wait...

- Do you have information about the death? - Roberta Geraci.

She was 53 years old. Born in Noto but lived in Modica.

Those are Geraci's parents.

Good morning, boss.

Spanò, Bubi Geraci lived in Modica but she was born in Noto, right?

Yes, why are you asking?

Because maybe, in addition to her house in Modica,

she could still have her family house... her parents' house in Noto.

- Can you check? - Sure, I'll check right away.

Boss, you're right.

- Did Labate search it?- Wait a minute, I'll check.

In the meantime, I was writing the report for Lo Faro.

Good job, Spanò.

Let's wait to see if it's any good because I'm not exactly Dante Alighieri.

Don't worry, what's important isn't grammar but what you have to say.

Thank you, boss.

Here it is.

Damn, boss.

He only searched Geraci's house in Modica.

Spanò, listen to me.

Javier Torres might be hiding there, in Bubi's house in Noto.

He's in there. Cover all exits!

Here he is!

Yes!

Hold on.

Stop!

- Go fuck yourself, bitch! - Thank you. You too.

- Get him in the car, I want to talk to him. - This way...

Damn, Nunnari! You're becoming an athlete.

You're under investigation for the murders of Roberta Geraci and Esteban Torres.

- I didn't kill anyone. - You mean you didn't throw Bubi in the well?

Do you know how much evidence we have?

It was an accident.

Bubi and I were fighting, OK? She was furious.

She attacked me and I made her fall when I was trying to get away.

Why would you fight?

Don't you know what I do?

- We were talking about money... - Bullshit! Bubi was used to escorts

and she certainly had no problem paying.

So?

If you don't believe me, go to hell.

Let's talk about your Uncle Esteban.

- You'd never had any contact with him. - Yes, that's true.

Then why, out of the blue, do you get on a flight to Catania and look for him?

Because I changed my mind.

Even if you don't talk, you're still the main suspect.

Bubi came on vacation to Miami.

We met again.

And by chance, it turns out she had a relationship with my uncle.

And so I thought it was time to meet him.

I didn't kill my uncle.

- I swear. - What were you doing at the airport?

You were there, we know from your cell phone's GPS.

- I just wanted to talk. - What about? Did you talk?

- No. - Why?

Why?

Because when I got there, he was dead.

That's the truth. You have to believe me.

Mimmo...

- Excuse me, do you have a minute? - No.

We're finishing our reports for Lo Faro.

The commission is meeting tomorrow.

Marta, why do you insist? I told you, it's useless.

The reports won't do any good. They won't take them into consideration.

At least I won't feel like shit.

In the end, soldier, you won the war.

What war?

- It's not his fault. - Isn't it?

No, you're the big boss.

It's hard for you to get in the shoes of a poor man like Lo Faro.

It's natural for me.

- It's a matter of hierarchy, huh? - No, what hierarchy?

Do you know why I dress like a military man?

No.

When I was a little kid...

let's say people made fun of me.

Then I'd lock myself in the house and sit in front of the TV.

You know what I watched?

Rambo.

Amazing. Rambo was...

He was invincible. I dreamed I was him.

And I know that dreaming of being Rambo is...

It's stupid.

But if it keeps you going then that's good, right?

- Here, boss, what you asked me. - Yes, thank you.

What are you doing, removing doubts with Patanè's books?

- Why, don't you ever read? - No, I don't.

I'm a man of action.

A seahorse. What could it mean?

Vanina, what kind of question is that? What do I know?

A seahorse is a seahorse. Maybe Torres liked the sea.

Fuck!

- What is it? - Look at this.

- It's the same tattoo Torres had. - Yes, but what does it mean?

It means that the author of this book can tell us something.

- Hello?- Professor Marchiani?

- Who is this? - I'm Deputy Commissioner Guarrasi, Catania police.

- Can I ask you a question? - The police? OK.

In your last book, I saw a picture of a Cuban man

with a tattoo on his arm, a stylized seahorse.

Yes. I remember that tattoo very well.

It's a tattoo made in Cuba in 1986, which was very fashionable at the time.

It was made for the baseball world championship held in Havana that year.

It represents the mascot of the Cuban team.

Because I found the exact same tattoo

on the arm of a murder victim. A Cuban man.

But as far as I know, he emigrated to America in 1982.

- In 1982, are you sure? - Yes, wait. Let me check.

Yes, I confirm. He emigrated to America in 1982, he never returned to Cuba.

It's very unlikely. I don't remember a tattoo like that before 1986.

And this tattoo was made only on the island of Cuba and only in 1986.

They even changed the mascot after that.

- All right, thank you.- Goodbye.

What's this about?

There's an explanation. Absurd, but it's the only one.

Let's do this. I'll tell you a story.

Many years ago, your father Juan, who stayed in Cuba for the love of his wife,

managed to go and see his twin brother who emigrated to America.

But at that time, Esteban gets sick.

Yes, because it's Esteban who has a stroke and dies.

Your father Juan is about to call for help, but he stops.

And he thinks that might be his only chance to leave Cuba.

Even if that means leaving his wife and you, his child.

So he exchanges the documents, and then calls for help.

Juan takes Esteban's identity and begins a new life.

While everyone else, his wife and son Javier, will think he's dead.

Until one day, many years later, thanks to Bubi Geraci,

you find out the person you called your uncle is actually your father.

That's why you come to Sicily, for your father.

What do you want from me?

- The truth. - It's the only thing that can help you now.

Tell us the truth.

It's like you said.

When Bubi was in Miami, I already knew she was with my uncle.

I asked her to show me his picture

and when I saw the tattoo, I realized it was my father.

Why did you fight with Bubi in front of that well?

I naively told Bubi that Esteban was my father

and that I wanted to meet him.

And she went crazy, she wanted to send me back to America.

- And she attacked me. - Why?

- Was she afraid of losing him? - Not only that.

She knew he was dangerous.

- Tell me about your father. - We first met here in Catania.

I told him I was his son. He looked at me with disdain.

To him, I was just a risk to be erased.

That's why I went to look for him at the airport.

I wanted to tell him that he could keep his charity.

What charity?

Days after our first meeting he called me.

He wanted to make everything right.

He'd sell the house in Salita dei Saponari and give me the money,

as long as I didn't contact him anymore.

He also told me that he had accepted an offer for the house.

That it was done.

So you went to the airport to tell him you didn't want anything from him?

Yes. The car was in the parking lot.

I looked inside and he was already dead.

So?

I don't know, I have to think.

- Prosecutor Recupero! - Guarrasi, I came here for you.

- Hello. - How are you?

- Fine, thank you. - How's my colleague Malfitano?

- He's fine, I think. - I have to ask her a personal question.

Are you dating again?

Yes, we're dating... but it's complicated to explain.

Guarrasi, there's something I need to tell you.

Nina, I'm sorry but I can't talk. I'm very busy.

You have to answer one question.

Are you running for the position of deputy prosecutor in Catania?

Yes.

- Vani? - Giuli.

- Hi. - Sorry I didn't call, my phone died.

Never mind... I wanted to talk to you.

I'm sorry I didn't call you back.

These days it's like I'm in a blender.

What is it?

- I'm pregnant. - What?

Are you kidding?

Fuck, you're not kidding.

- How long have you known? - A week.

When did it happen?

- In Rome. - In Rome?

I'm sorry, don't you only see people wearing tunics there?

Is he a priest?

- No, he's not a priest. - A seminarian?

No, not even a seminarian.

It's Luca.

Luca?

What do you mean? Didn't you say you wouldn't see him in Rome?

Wait, Vanina... He called me, all right?

He was nervous. Maybe he was nervous about this whole departure thing.

He wanted to talk, and I couldn't tell him no.

We went to dinner, then he asked me to go to his hotel.

We started talking...

- and you can imagine the end. - Does he know?

No, Vanina. At least for now, I don't want him to know.

Fuck, Giuli.

Couldn't you and that fucker think about it first?

- He and Adri have been together for ten years! - You're not helping, Vanina.

Who's helping Adriano?

Don't you realize you risk ruining his life?

Are we only ruining Adriano's life?

- Giuli... - Fuck you, Vanina.

I think Javier told the truth.

I mean, he accidentally caused Geraci's death

but he didn't kill his father.

Yes, he sounded convincing... but maybe he's a good actor.

I know, but something doesn't check out.

Javier told us that Torres put the house in Salita dei Saponari on sale

- and that he had accepted an offer. - So what?

But Di Tommaso told me that they put the house on sale,

but then the deal was called off.

Maybe Torres changed his mind and didn't say anything to Javier.

- I want to talk to Di Tommaso. - Boss...

- Lo Faro's hearing starts shortly. - Yes, and I'll be on time.

I'll see you there. Even if we can't get in, I want us all to be there.

For Lo Faro.

See you later.

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

I need to ask you some questions about the sale of the house in Salita dei Saponari.

The sale?

Talk to me.

You told me it was called off.

But now there's a witness who claims that Torres accepted another buyer's offer.

The deal went through.

Listen, I had nothing to do with it. Torres did everything on his own.

How did you know the house wasn't for sale anymore?

After Torres died, I got an email saying the house was no longer for sale

and that I could continue renting it as always.

- Who sent you this email? - His wife, Evelyn Cristallo.

- Had she sent you any other emails before? - No, it was the first time.

- Show me this email right away. - Sure.

Guys...

Let's get ready for the worst. It's getting complicated.

- Isn't there any hope? - How is the commission reacting?

It's not over yet, but it's not going well for Lo Faro.

They read our reports, didn't they?

Yes, they did. But they say they can't take those into account

because they're basing their decision purely on medical data.

I've tried, but they said I couldn't let you in.

That's it.

Guys.

Are we giving up like this?

Indeed. What should I say?

I'm not that different from Lo Faro.

I only leave the house in military fatigues.

What about me?

In the worst period of my life, I couldn't even look in the mirror.

I hated my body.

I just wanted to disappear.

And only now that I'm vegan and do yoga...

I finally like myself.

Only I know how you feel when you lose everything and you think it's your fault.

Because it's true, my wife left me... but she had every reason to.

Don't you see it?

Lo Faro was looking for help.

It's like a seemingly nonsense act, but it's a shock to your unconsciousness.

He used to be a lonely guy, forced to lie to the world...

Now he finds all of you who help support him, who are all around him...

Good morning, Catania!

Guys, come with me.

- I took those meds because I was... - What's going on?

- Mr. President, we want to be heard. - This is a closed committee. We need privacy.

What privacy? It's not a problem for Lo Faro. He's happy.

- Aren't you? - Yes, I am.

We have read your reports,

- but we cannot tolerate interference of any kind. - Mr. President, please.

You see... Lo Faro isn't the only one.

He's not alone.

I'm like him.

Lo Faro saw his mother killed by his father's violence.

And I saw my father slaughtered by the Cosa Nostra.

I'm like him.

We are forever broken lives.

We are guardians of the law. But we are people.

We're imperfect, like everyone else.

And we're a team. United.

So please, I'm begging you.

- Let Lo Faro stay with us. - Deputy Commissioner Guarrasi,

I'm not indifferent to Officer Lo Faro's tragic past, nor to your words.

But now we have to do our job.

Mr. Macchia, is it possible that you can't impose

a minimum of discipline on your subordinates?

I've never had any difficulty getting discipline from my team, sir.

But you see, the thing is...

I agree with them.

I see them working every day.

And yes, it's true... we're a team.

And only together can we work.

That can't be ignored, can it?

Deputy Commissioner Guarrasi...

Making a decision on a case like Officer Lo Faro's is very difficult.

However, I understand your reasoning.

A person is not just formed on their own.

A person is also formed by the relationships they've forged.

And they're also formed by the way they're seen by others.

That's why we'll consider the affection, the trust,

the sense of protection that you, Mr. Macchia,

along with Deputy Commissioner Guarrasi and your whole team,

have shown to Officer Lo Faro.

We will adjourn to discuss.

Salvo, at least we tried.

Lo Faro...

- You've been reinstated. - Yes!

That's right!

Thank you all.

What you did for me is the most important thing that's ever happened to me.

Welcome back, Lo Faro.

But our day isn't over yet.

- We still have to go to the archives. - What archive?

We need to find out how Torres got the house in Salita dei Saponari.

Thank you for the bed.

Now I finally recognize the man I fell in love with.

The captain of our team.

Hello.

Hello.

- This garden is wonderful! - Thank you!

Not to brag, but it's thanks to me that it's been thriving for all these years.

After all, nobody knows it better than you.

It used to be your grandfather's, then your father's.

It must have been hard living as a gardener in what was once your family home.

I did some research.

What do you say, I start and then you go on?

Many years ago, you, Delfo, lost your entire estate gambling.

And with Torres, you lost the last thing you had left.

This villa.

The house you grew up in when you were a kid.

You begged Torres to let you live here.

Torres gave you the under-stairs closet so you could be the gardener.

20 years go by.

Suddenly everything changes.

Torres tells you he has to sell the house and you have to leave.

It's time to talk, Mr. Lavia.

We know about the fake email you sent to Di Tommaso.

And from your phone's GPS, we know you were at the airport when Torres was killed.

I used to serve Torres.

I crawled to his feet like a dog...

just to stay here in this house.

- You never met Torres, did you? - No.

He made your blood freeze.

He took everything from me.

He took my life from me.

Then one day he comes and tells me I have to leave.

I... I got on my knees.

I cried, I begged, I kissed his hands. Do you know what he did?

He laughed.

And he kicked me, like a dog.

- And that was his mistake. - Why?

Because I understood he'd never change his mind.

And I decided to kill him as soon as possible.

I knew he had to leave, so I went to the airport to shoot him.

Because I was afraid he'd sell the house while he was out of Catania.

Where did you hide the gun?

At the edge of the garden.

Inside the olive tree trunk.

It's a beautiful tree, you know?

I planted it with my dad when I was a kid.

Can you ask the person who'll move here to please not cut it down?

Sure.

Please, come with me.

Vani?

Giuli.

- I didn't like the way we left things. - Me neither.

I couldn't sleep last night, Vanina.

It's the first time we've fought!

I'm sorry, Vanina. I swear.

No, I'm the one who needs to apologize for my reaction.

Either way, I'm with you. Even if it's a mess, I'm always with you.

My love.

OK, Vanina.

Now that we've finally signed this friendship agreement,

you accept me for who I am, you'll always be with me...

- Sure, until death do us part. - What are you doing now?

Will you come somewhere with me?

To the gynecologist for your ultrasound?

Don't spoil the surprise.

- Come on. - Yes, but don't start being mysterious.

All the way to the top of Etna?

- Be patient. - You know I don't like surprises.

Pull over here.

- Perfect. - I'm sorry.

- Well? - Wait a minute.

Giù?

- Hi, Giuli. - Paolo.

- Thank you. - Don't mention it.

What's going on?

After our last call, I wanted to see you.

But I had to take precautions.

Did something happen?

We set up a trap with Ortis.

I ordered Cuzzano's arrest, a small fish linked to Bazooka.

And he got away.

- And you know this only means one thing. - We really do have a mole.

Inside the team.

You have to be careful, Paolo.

Don't worry. My guards never leave me.

Why are you running for deputy prosecutor in Catania?

- Nina, you know why. - Tell me.

Because you're too important to me. I don't want to lose you.

Paolo, you can't do this. Your life, your work is in Palermo.

- You can't leave everything. - No, Nina.

I want to complete these final investigations and capture Bazooka with you.

Then I'll leave the Antimafia Squad and come to Catania.

- No, Paolo. - If I have to change my life to be with you, I will.

No, Paolo, you can't do this for me.

- It's your life! - You're my life.

I made my decision.

Please, we have to go.

I love you.

Come on.

Vanina?

Come here.

How are you?

- Do you already have morning sickness? - Yes.

But how is it? Like, worse than being hungover?

Much worse. I can't even swallow a pill.

A mother makes sacrifices before she even begins!

Ta-da!

- Oh, you're not alone. - Hi.

I invited a friend to dinner. What are you doing?

What am I doing?

I came to tell you that I'm in love with you.

And I think this costume is the ultimate proof.

- You really are crazy. - You're the crazy one.

Did you see me? How can you not be with me?

- You know what it's like. - I know what it's like.

Don't think you'll get rid of me so easily.

I won't give up on you.

Now excuse me, this thing is giving me a rash.

- Bye. - Bye!

Go, hop!

Watch out for the hunters.

Nice little doctor!

You could have invited him to dinner, we could offer him four carrots.

- You're just jealous. - Vanina, Giuli!

- Bettina, hi! - Why don't you come to dinner?

I cooked for a regiment.

Thank you, Bettina, you're very kind.

But at least for once, I'd like to invite you to my house.

And what about all the wonderful food I cooked?

You have nothing...

We don't want to waste it. Let's bring it to my house!

- Yes, right away. - Sure!

- Come on, help me! - We're coming!

I'll get the last tray from the oven and then I'll come.

- OK. - Before it burns, come on!

Just imagine!

What if Bettina comes down while you're with someone?

- She did once. - What do you mean?

What the fuck happened, Vanina?

Did they take anything?

Whoever broke in didn't come to steal.

Bazooka.

This is a serious warning.

What does it mean?

An old score I have to settle.

Vanina?

I'm ready, Giuli.

Aren't you afraid?

One thing I learned about fear...

It doesn't have to ruin my night.

Come on. Let's go have dinner upstairs, though.

- Then we'll clean up. - Vanina?

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