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Now tell me what the fuck happened!

And from the beginning.

There's nothing to tell... Since we found Rivetti's lair,

we decided to go take a look.

Excuse me, but who's this guy Oscar?

He's a friend of mine. My... collaborator.

The girl, and now this guy...

this looks like a posse, Monterossi.

A posse? No way.

It's only us, don't worry.

So, you got him to give you the keys?

Actually, no.

He didn't fall for it.

But look down there.

-It's open. -I opened it.

But I won't fit through it.

Me neither.

I'll give it a shot.

-Yeah, but-- -Yeah, yeah.

-Actually, hold my computer. -Right.

Federici's sacred Mac.

-I'll guard it with my life. -Good.

Monterossi...

You know that's a crime?

-Yes, and I'm sorry. But-- -But what?

What the hell are we doing here?

-Couldn't you have called us? -We just wanted to try.

We didn't even know what was in there.

So, what was in there?

What's in here?

A big mess.

But I found Rivetti's computer.

I think there's something interesting on it.

Come with me.

What was on this computer?

There was...

the video of Rivetti's wife's accident.

Look.

January 13th.

The day of his wife's accident.

Oh my god.

That's Muller's car.

That other one must be Repici.

That other woman they killed.

Yeah. That's her license plate.

Hey... he's got a gun!

See the guy on the right running away from Muller's car?

Yeah but... Now what's the guy with the gun doing?

He's threatening them.

He must've told them to keep their mouth shut and go.

That bastard!

-They just leave her like that? -Pieces of shit.

You think Sergio De Magistris was the one who ran into her?

Well... that would actually explain everything.

I'll keep looking.

So, at that point, why didn't you call us?

That's just what I was about to do.

You gotta believe me! Except then we heard this noise.

-And the gun? -Huh?

-The gun! -I left it at home.

-Fuck! -Last time you busted my ass!

Sorry, Detective, I can't tell you about the gun.

Just know that...

he was a big, tall guy.

Did you at least get a look at his face?

Not really.

Come on! Go, go!

Shit! Shit!

Fuck.

Fuck!

Come on, Carlo! Open the car! Move!

Come on!

Start it up!

Shit! Come on! Go!

Go! Go!

-Is he following us? -No.

-Sure? -How should I know!

I don't think so.

Now we're going to the cops. Not another word!

Are you fucking with me?

I swear! That's just what I said.

But then Nadia remembered her Mac.

-Where's my computer? -No, where's Oscar?

-I gave it to you! -We left it there.

-What? -When we ran, we left it there!

-Turn around now and get it! -You're crazy!

-There he is! -What does he want?

Fuck! Step on it!

All I heard was a loud bang.

MONTEROSSI: THE SERIES

THIS IS NOT A LOVE SONG: PART III

Luckily, the car had airbags.

And luckily, it wasn't Carella who came.

Nadia, you there?

Yeah, I'm here.

Everything OK?

Yeah, what about you?

What?

Oh.

I hadn't even noticed.

Damn it! You promised me.

I know, but I told you, we just wanted to try.

And we got the video explaining it all.

Go down there, you may find it.

We already have the video.

We even know other things that are none of your business.

After the second time they try to kill me,

saying it's none of my business is too much.

Then you two get off our asses, OK?

-OK. -So...

Rivetti already gave that video to the police.

So, you guys never even looked for Muller and Repici?

Failure to assist, failure to report...

-Are you guys cops or what? -Sorry, he's been shot at a lot.

It just so happens that both Repici and Muller

called an ambulance, reporting the accident.

Sure, first they dropped the ball, but only for a minute.

Then they came to their senses.

They didn't give us the license plate number,

said they didn't see it.

This stalled the investigation and Rivetti decided to get even.

He got the number the hard way from Muller.

He brought those two to justice,

then tried to kill the guy who murdered his wife,

but it didn't work out.

-De Magistris killed him. -How do you know?

We found his name on the computer.

Is he the one who tried to shoot us?

Looks like it.

The gun's the same one that killed Rivetti.

That night he probably got mired in another mess at a Gypsy camp.

But we still need to verify it.

Yeah, but, what's all this got to do with me?

Monterossi...

You're the glitch in the script.

What do you mean?

You saw the second guy running from Muller's car?

Yeah.

His name's Carlo too.

That's why your email was in Rivetti's glovebox.

He found it at Muller's house

and thought the Carlo in the video was you.

A case of mistaken identity.

He thought the email was about the accident?

You're kidding, right?

You're saying I almost died because of a mistake?

Some story, huh?

Like the ones you write for TV.

Except this is real.

Monterossi?

Here you are.

-That all? -Yes, that's all.

-Thanks. -You're welcome.

All done?

-You going to have a shower? -No, no.

I am.

-Still nothing? -Nothing.

He's not turning it on so it can't be located.

Who turned it off?

What do you mean “who”? De Magistris!

I could just bite your head off!

I'll buy you a new one, OK?

They shoot at us and she thinks about her Mac!

Carlo, it's not the computer. It's what's on it.

Oh, your ex's emails! It's all just emotional baggage.

You're such an asshole!

There's stuff in there, and if the police get it,

I'm in deep shit, and it's your fault!

-OK, it's my fault. -Yes, it's your fault!

You should be more careful!

Where did you guys go?

-Hi. We woke you, didn't we? -No, I was just dozing.

-What happened? -No, nothing.

Your ex tried to kill us.

-Because of me? -It has nothing to do with you.

-But now we're in deep shit. -Yep.

Now, it's better to stay here and behave ourselves,

then maybe we can think of a way out of this mess.

-And find my Mac. -Yes,

and find your Mac.

[in Sinti] Good boy.

Yeah, good boy.

What do you mean "what flyer"! This one.

I told you the other day. The trip to Medjugorje!

No, Caterina, I haven't read it.

I'm sorry, these have been

"hard days", as old Bob would say.

I can see that.

Every night a new young lady sleeps here.

-I didn't mean... -'Morning.

Good morning.

And where did you sleep?

In the guest room.

-And Marzia? -In the guest room.

I'll be damned!

Goodbye, have a nice day.

Stop being such a jackass!

She couldn't sleep.

She's scared De Magistris will find her.

Tell me about it.

I didn't sleep a wink either.

But maybe...

I got an idea.

And...?

You know what Roman Abramovich did

when he found out they wanted to get rid of him?

I'm not into soccer.

But you know Roman Abramovich, right?

-Yeah. -The Russian millionaire tycoon

who had to flee Moscow or they'd kill him?

Yeah, I know. So, what did he do?

-Buy off his enemies? -No.

He bought Chelsea.

And when he did that,

he instantly put himself in the spotlight

of the global media.

At that point, nobody could touch him.

So, what do you want to do? Buy Milan?

If anything, Inter.

And anyway, no.

I'm thinking about Marzia, not about me.

Just think if she went and told her story

on Crazy Love.

I can't believe it.

-I can't believe it. -Don't get me wrong.

I'm only saying this for her.

Come on, let's use this shitty TV show for once!

You want to do it for your bank account.

What are you saying? I left!

Listen.

You saw how she was talking about it yesterday?

Just having the two of us there listening

was liberating for her.

Let's let her tell ten million people:

"Sergio, you're a piece of shit and I don't love you anymore."

Then we'll see if he still has the guts to come around.

A woman on the show says: "I don't love you anymore"?

-Yeah. -It'd be the end of the show!

-They'll never let you do it. -Of course, they will!

They want me, Nadia. At all costs.

Know what'll happen next?

They'll polish up her story something obscene

-so it looks totally different. -No, they won't,

because we'll polish her story,

which means we won't polish it.

Then they're a lot more cynical than you think.

We just have to convince them that it'll boost the ratings.

Carlo, if you hurt that girl, after all she's been through,

I'll cut out your eyes

and shove 'em up your ass. Got it?

OK, but why does everyone want to shove things up my ass?

I'm not kidding.

Well, I think...

it's the right thing to do.

You sure?

-Because it was just an idea. -Yeah.

-If you don't feel like it... -I don't know, but...

I think...

he's right.

OK, these are her pictures,

but how does she look on video... when she talks?

-Good. -Really good.

Because...

when I... when I met him,

he was... dealing drugs in front of the school and...

we met

and that's when it started.

No, there were...

There's one thing I didn't get.

When do I say: "The things we do for love"?

That's just the point, Flora.

Because the story we're talking about is...

unusual, unexpected, in some ways.

For sure, Crazy Love will broaden its horizons.

So, for once...

try imagining the grand finale, not as:

"The things we do for love."

But rather:

"Are these the things we do for love?"

A question mark, get it? With this

little difference at the end. Right?

You don't think this will change the nature of the show?

No, Flora. Not at all.

Anyway, we're talking one guest out of four.

She'll be the exception that proves the rule.

Then, sure, you have to render the doubt, the torment.

And you're great at that, Flora. Come on.

I'm only good when I'm working with you.

Don't be modest. It doesn't suit you.

-You have to come back. -Don't change the subject.

We're talking about Marzia.

What's that got to do with me?

Excuse me, you just said it yourself.

This story will open new horizons,

a world of new things.

I can already see the criticism.

What? You make the rules, then you don't play?

We need the writer at the helm.

Otherwise, forget it.

Like hell I'm going to take this risk on my own!

Of course, he'll come back, Flora.

You'll come back?

He'll come back. He'll come back.

Great. Well, then...

As usual, you don't have anything to do now, right?

-I'm free till lunchtime. -Of course.

Then, take all the time you need.

I'll pop down to the rehearsals.

You two get this Marzia on the schedule

and in two hours I want to read something,

including your signed contract.

-Come on, get to work! -Bye.

So, feel like tying up the loose ends?

What loose ends?

I'll handle the loose ends, Carlo.

OK.

-So... -So.

Section three.

List two.

A coffee, please.

Hi.

Hi!

Weren't you in London?

Yeah, but I'm back.

-What happened to your head? -Forget it, it's nothing.

And you? When did you get back?

Just recently. I still have to unpack.

-For work? -Of course.

You only go where there's shooting

so I assume a war's about to break out in Italy?

Worse. They asked me to do a show.

Where? Here?

-Yeah. Incredible, right? -Yeah.

At least, I won't have to worry about you getting kidnapped.

You can take it easy a while.

I wouldn't quite say I'll be "taking it easy".

And why not?

Didn't you always say

some journalism can only be done abroad?

Now we're going to try it here.

They gave me carte blanche.

-We'll see. -Ma'am, your coffee.

What's the matter?

It's strange seeing you here, at the Great Shit Factory.

You still call it that?

Yes, but I always say the copyright is yours.

Lucia?

-Yes? -We're late.

OK, I've got a meeting. I need to go.

-How much is it? -I got it.

Thanks.

It was nice to see you again.

Same here.

-Bye, Carlo. -Bye.

-Hey. -He's not at school!

Listen, I can't talk because I'm working.

-You gotta talk to you son. -What?

-You gotta talk to your son! -Of course, I will!

-You're never around! -Because I'm fucking working!

These are the keys.

The car is 241.

-Parked over there. -I'm working!

OK?

Sure, I'm an asshole.

-I'm the asshole! -Look, goodbye!

Listen, Marta, but--

Marta?

Marta!

Nothing. It's my oldest kid.

He's 16 and hard to handle.

Unless I take him a week skiing, he'll tear the house apart.

But sooner or later we gotta handle this situation.

What situation?

Because of the job we do, I'd like a partner who's...

-Who's what? -Who's got a clear head,

not all stressed out about his marital bullshit!

Not you too. Come on, start the car.

'Cause then I was thinking,

this family shit might mess up that other thing about limits.

-What fucking limits? -Yeah!

Sorry but... what's more important:

doing anything for money so you can go on vacation?

Or not crossing certain limits we set for ourselves?

But we're on our way there! Who's gonna kill De Magistris?

It's not just that. Did we or didn't we say:

in the end, we want to be able to look ourselves in the mirror.

But the guy's a Nazi! They don't get any worse!

That's fine.

The guy we're killing him for is worse, though!

We're helping a guy who's worse than a Nazi.

If it's so important to you, we can kill him too!

All right?

But after he pays us!

Here we are!

Here we are, friends of Crazy Love!

I just couldn't wait,

because at home I get bored without you!

And you know why?

Because I love you.

I love you with all my heart!

And, of course, I love our guests.

Today, we have a special guest.

He's from Viterbo

and his name's Marco!

This guy's a real dumbass!

When's Marzia going on?

She's up next.

How do you come up with this shit?

In fact, I quit. If that's why.

Roberta, what happened?

What's the matter?

Let's begin with...

I hope I didn't fuck up.

Relax. It'll be fine.

It's a lions' den in there,

and a saber-toothed tiger is in charge.

Why did I send her in there?

Because you fight with the weapons you have,

and you can't shoot. Thank god, by the way.

I play little cultural games at other people's expense

from the comfort of my couch.

You gotta tell Nadia to find somewhere else to stay.

-You're turning into a Jesuit. -At least then I could pray!

-This is better, trust me. -Yeah.

To Marzia.

You know I don't like to call them commercials.

-So, some shopping tips! -[in Sinti] Hey, bro!

Bro! Sorry, but we need it.

It's urgent.

-This is our van. We live here. -[in Sinti] Come on!

I live here too.

And for a lot longer than you.

And I assure you, tonight they need the van.

-Is Marzia ready? -Yes.

Go get her.

Hey.

Everything's OK, right?

-All right. -OK.

Now, when the commercial is over, it's your turn.

But don't worry!

I'll wait for you back there.

-OK? -Thanks.

And now

we have a story

that I don't want to give away,

because this is a story

that's different...

unique.

Let's give a big applause to... Marzia.

There you are, Marzia.

Welcome. Have a seat.

Are you nervous, Marzia?

Yeah, a little.

Don't be.

But I understand.

I understand because...

dear friends...

Marzia's story

is a story that's tough...

difficult.

A story where love

almost seems like the enemy of this young woman

who could've been a princess.

Look how pretty she is.

Am I right?

But let's talk about your relationship.

Your story begins

when you were... uh...

little more than a girl, right?

Yes, I...

I met Sergio at school.

I mean, I went to school. He...

He sold hashish at the entrance.

He was kind of a bully.

A good-looking one, though.

Yeah, he was all right.

Yes.

The classic handsome devil nice girls like us fall for.

Well, that's not quite how I'd put it.

No, of course not. Because this

is a love story full of intense emotions.

Gotcha, Big Sergio.

I'll case the joint so we can get this over with.

Stand up.

Hands in the air.

Can I ask who you are?

The cleaners. We clean shit off the streets.

Move!

Ever hear of the guys who think they clean up,

but haven't figured out they're the shit?

Go on!

Go shut the door.

This time, lock it, dumbass.

So?

How's it hangin'?

Not too bad.

You fool yourself into thinking it'll get better but...

but it never does.

Maybe one day it doesn't seem so bad.

But the truth is, it's still hell.

But Marzia

there must have been

some glimmers of happiness?

Yeah, there were glimmers of...

of normalcy.

But that's what fooled me because

it made me think that

his using me,

those crumbs of attention he gave me now and then

were love.

Here.

Here we are, friends of Crazy Love.

Here we are again,

faced with that absurd power

that makes us do things

that are beyond our imagination.

We know what love is.

We talk about it every week.

But isn't this the biggest question of our lives?

A question.

A question mark.

A question we need to answer.

Are these

-the things we do for love? -No.

What do you mean?

You just shouldn't call it love.

Of course, of course.

Another question mark.

Would it be enough just not to call it love?

You know what I'd like to know?

I'd like to know who sent you.

Why don't you ask him?

Because he's alive, and you two aren't.

Come on, confession is good for the soul.

Didn't you two go to catechism?

No.

Who knows, maybe we're Jews.

You know the advantage of catching you together?

I can kill one of you right now,

without waiting to find out who sent you.

Our friend Sergio here,

opened fire on a Gypsy camp to get them to clear out.

Except he burned a girl and wounded a cop,

who wasn't a Gypsy at all.

-What are they talking about? -Nothing, Ferdinando.

In fact, that's nothing, Ferdinando.

Later, he went to the guy who commissioned the job

and threatened him.

It isn't nice when the executor blackmails the instigator.

-What gun did you use? -A luger, from upstairs.

What the fuck are you doing?

You go fucking rogue then drag me into it, prick!

-I didn't think-- -Shut up!

-Did you take Stringa? -Yeah.

Anybody else see you?

No, I don't think so.

Who killed Stringa then? His cousin?

-Wake up! -I don't know. Really!

No, wait.

Wait a sec. Look at this.

This belongs to those guys at Rivetti's.

-Look. -Who the fuck is Rivetti?

Is it off?

OK. Bye, Marzia, thanks.

You can go.

So...

Let's get ready for the finale after the commercial break...

-Luca, could you check... -Thanks, guys!

You were really nice.

-You were great! -Tell me the truth.

Really. I was wrong. You blew them all away!

-I'm so hungry! -Really?

Soon as they get the makeup off, we'll go for a pizza.

What do you say?

OK. See you later.

Shit.

Shit!

-You there with our star? -Carlo, they turned it on.

-Turned what on? -My Mac!

They just turned it on!

-Where? -Mediglia.

I don't know where it is.

Wait a sec.

-It's near Linate Airport. -We'll pick you up and get it.

-You sure? -Sure, I'm sure!

I made a mistake, so now...

I'll make it up to you. We're on our way.

OK, I'll wait.

Continue toward Linate.

What's the margin of error on that thing?

-A couple of meters. -I'll be damned!

-And after that? -I'll tell you where to go.

Wait, Oscar, wait.

-Think we'll need this? -Not again. What the fuck?

-Should I put it away? -It'd be better.

How much trouble do you wanna get into, anyway?

-Figure out who she is. -Gimme a sec.

-Find her email, something! -Hang on.

-How's this possible! Fuck! -Stay calm.

-Who is she? What does she want? -I don't know.

Come on, check!

Now,

that's what I call a clear head.

Who are you two?

Colleagues.

Colleagues help each other out.

We pay well.

No money. Information.

You got the little fish, and we'll give you the big one.

Like the food chain.

You want me to believe

you'll give me the number of the guy who pays you?

We have our limits.

The first is to stay alive.

[in Sinti] Should we free 'em?

Untie 'em.

-These yours? -Yes.

We'll keep 'em.

Let's go.

-[in Sinti] They got lucky. -Yeah.

I don't know about you but I just want to go home.

That'd be best.

-Wait. -Where are you going?

Wait!

Her computer.

Come on, Nadia!

You'll see. Since Marzia got a 35% share,

we may even get a bonus.

-Listen, I actually came to-- -No, no, no.

Out of the question.

Actually, I had second thoughts.

Carlo, this isn't the bus,

where you get on and off when you like.

If you quit now,

you'll have to pay a sky-high penalty.

Then, did you see the papers?

The critics loved it.

Even Lo Russo from the newspaper.

He waxed lyrical about the switch to true crime.

Lo Russo from the newspaper? You sure?

Absolutely. Go read it yourself.

Let me get this straight.

How much is the penalty, anyway?

Carlo, forget it.

OK? Come on.

You don't want to know.

Then you'll get antsy, anxious. You'll wake me up at night

Come on. Don't worry!

Promise me you won't worry?

-I promise. -Good!

Come on!

Now, excuse me, but

I have another appointment.

A new client?

Unfortunately, no.

-It's only about a contract. -That's what you always do.

You start slow, then when the time comes,

you get them to sign a deal with the devil.

No, this one's a hard nut.

-And I'm not? -Carlo, come on!

You just get more and more beautiful!

Hi, Katia. Thanks.

-Hi! -Hi.

Sorry, I'm a little early. Am I interrupting you?

No, Carlo was just leaving.

-Have a seat. We'll talk later. -Yeah, I'll call you later.

No, I'll call you later.

-Bye. -Bye.

-See you at the Great Factory? -Yeah.

-OK. -So...?

Well, how are things?

Honey, it's not like I got a fixed monthly income.

Then, Foppolo isn't so bad.

Not unless first you promise me Cortina!

-What about this one? Nice!

This would look really good.

-Should I try it on? -Sure.

Excuse me, can I try this on?

Where's the dressing room?

In only three days,

they show you all the sacred places.

-Nice! -And all this

-for only 250 euros! -Good.

Then, of course, they show you some cookware.

-A cookware demonstration too? -Yes! It's great cookware.

-Sure. -You don't have to buy it.

-It's a great experience! -We'll send Oscar.

-Oscar! Well...? -Uh... Carlo...

-[in Sinti] What do we owe you? -No money.

Buy a new van for the camp.

But don't buy lots of people for the vans.

-All right -Hey, kid!

Being Roma means being a man.

Don't ever forget that.

-Good boy. -See you!

You know,

I read that all hell broke loose over at that villa.

From the findings, it seems

there were at least seven or eight people at that villa.

Forensics are going crazy.

All those prints and not one suspect?

I wouldn't know what to tell you if I wanted to.

It doesn't matter.

I didn't call you for a recap.

I know.

You called me about that thing in your pants,

with the safety on, I hope.

You won't report me, will you?

Everyone makes a bad purchase sometimes,

especially under stress.

What's important is you realized it.

Right.

So, now what do we do?

Hand it over here? At the station? You tell me.

If you give it to me now, there'll be a ton of paperwork.

Let nature take care of it.

Nature?

Oh.

Be discrete, obviously.

How do you feel?

Lighter.

Me too.

SUBTITLES BY: HEATHER MILLIGAN