All language subtitles for The.Sunday.Woman.1975.ITALIAN.1080p.WEBRip.x264-VXT_Eng

Having a company like mine,
shortens your life.

Each year is worth three.

Today, for example,
I must face a tough day.

Two hours of factory council.

The workers will fire
their threats

because they know
we are about to go on vacation.

They don't realize
that they risk not reaching

the feared "hot autumn",
and they increase demands.

Benito, some water, please.
Problems always increase.

I will end up having to close.

I admit you're an intelligent
man, dear Massimo.

More than my husband
who only talks about the company,

the economical crisis,
and his liver.

But you've become unbearable too,

with your mania
of giving me lessons.

The Boston matter is much
more serious than you think.

By involving architect Garrone,
you passed every limit.

- Bye.
- Going for a stroll? Be a good girl.

Bye.

Bonetto says that Americans
eat little.

- Boston.
- No, they are from Detroit.

- Maybe I will have dinner with them.
- Benito!

You must use a tray and gloves,
and button your collar!

I can't stand them anymore!
Neither him, nor her.

They even broke unbreakable
glasses. I'll fire them!

Anna Carla, we tried them all,
Philippines, Portuguese...

Now we're back to Sardinians,
and they're not as they were.

If I have dinner with them,
I'll call you.

With the Sardinians?

With the Americans
who want to buy the Bra factory.

What are you doing?

- I'll start packing.
- Very good.

Boston...

SUNDAY WOMAN

- Good morning to all.
- Good morning, architect.

Hi, beautiful. A token, please.

What a neckline!

Know the difference
between you and me, today?

I'm abreast of the wind and
you have the wind in your breast!

That one was great!

Good morning.
This is architect Garrone.

We had said today.
Alright, at 10:30 p.m.

In my office. Perfect.
My respects.

Bye, guys.

Architect, shall I
thin it out in the back?

What time does "Le Arti"
movie theater open?

3:30. They're showing "La sferza",
a Third World country film.

It is artistic, but powerful.
There are four screws.

If I see it twice, I get out at 7
and the screws are 8!

- Shall I thin it out?
- Thin it out.

Dear Massimo,
what separates us, isn't Boston,

but architect Garrone.

I can't stand him. Such horrible
people must be eliminated.

Good evening.

Just a minute.

It's said to be from the workshop of
the great Emilia painter, Correggio.

Believe me,
5 million is a ridiculous amount!

In a proper living room,
something like that is a bit "osé".

- You have children?
- They're grown up.

- There're the grandchildren.
- They visit us every Sunday.

Forget it. It's 5 million!

Let's make it 4 million.

Excuse me.
I'll go look for a drink.

Well?

Maybe we'll be back later.

Garrone is arrogant but I feel
sorry for him because he's a loner.

There're many like him in America.
Losers, rejects, outcasts.

They find a low level audience.

But with us,
they are a race in extinction.

No, that race never dies.

Only if you kill them!

Why are you putting in order
if they fired us?

Benito, look what nice
cigarette butts.

Cigarettes are costly.
I won't leave them as a gift.

A gift? A gift?

There are two here.
Look what she did to these.

Maybe the lady was very nervous.

"Dear Massimo"...
Is it the Ivrea man?

No, that's Massimiliano.
This one is Massimo Campi.

Her husband called saying he was
having dinner with the Americans,

so she went to him.
They are in bed together now.

Read here. He wants to kill
Garrone. Who is he?

- Must be another lover.
- And Boston?

Another lover too.

The richer they are, the more they
are sluts. This one, even a murderer!

- Massimo!
- Yes, Mom?

- You're not having dinner with us?
- No, not tonight. Bye.

Let's go home.
I don't want to see that sign.

The Monnais have decided
to sell lots too.

We'll have another condominium
with tennis and pool next to us!

Why don't we sell land lots too?

- Massimo never comes anyway.
- Thank you!

I think that American groups
that buy Italian industries

don't only do it for
economical interests...

"Rice, scallops, wine."

- Fruit?
- Banana.

- By the way, you have a boyfriend?
- No.

- A lovely girl like you...
- That's 3,200.

You like movies? Dancing?
A vacation in the Bahamas?

As of tomorrow,
I can fulfil all your desires.

Don't talk about it.
It is our secret,

made up of trips, love and bananas!

- 3,200.
- Keep the change.

800 Lira tip!

- Miss.
- Yes?

If I were your boyfriend,

I'd stop that disgusting guy
from telling you such things!

I had gotten to
the Po River front, Chief.

It was hot.

I stayed there 15 minutes,
walking my dog.

He is intelligent, like all dogs.

Those who don't love animals...

What time did I return home?
Must have been 11.

Maybe a few minutes later.

Maybe I wouldn't have noticed
that Garrone's door was open,

but the dog stuck his face inside.
I yelled...

"Lord!"

- What'd you write?
- "Lord!"

Copiello, hold back
your drama vocation.

Mr. Bauchiero,
please try to remember

all you noticed
going towards the door.

Let's make an effort.

"Born in Cagliari on March 14, 1931."

And herein, resident of Torino.

- "Herein"?
- Don't you say that?

You say it in Cagliari,
we are in Turin here.

- You don't say "herein" in Turin?
- No.

We always said "herein"
to the Cagliari carabinieri.

Well?

The blond woman was coming
from the door.

She wasn't particularly
beautiful or elegant.

She was wearing
a very transparent raincoat.

- Like a condom?
- Yes.

She had an orange shoulder strap
purse. She was rather tall.

- Copiello, did you write?
- No.

Write.

"When he returned home,
the witness Bauchiero remembers..."

- A detail. May I?
- We are greedy for details.

There was a design on the purse.
What color? White.

It was am emblem.
What type?

- You're asking the questions?
- To be exact.

It was the five-pointed Italian star.

- Write.
- Just a moment.

- Don't write.
- I just thought of something.

That lady had a handkerchief
raised to her nose

as if to dry the perspiration.

So I can't describe her face
or her age.

In her hand she had a tube,
a cylinder object.

If you don't put "herein",
we'll take the letter away.

- What is going on?
- They are two servants.

They were fired and they came
here to report them.

- We must show them this.
- We came here

as soon as we found out
that poor man had been killed.

- What poor man?
- Read.

- Who wrote this letter?
- Mrs. Anna Carla Dosio.

"Dear Massimo, aside from
everything else, Boston or..."

Try with glasses.

"I can't stand
architect Garrone anymore.

Let's find a way to eliminate him.

It will be better for both.

A.C. Dosio."

- That Dosio?
- Yes.

- Who is this Massimo?
- Massimo Campi.

- That Campi?
- Yes.

Dosio, Campi... Shit!

Do these domestic helpers
have a record?

No, sir.

What should we do?
The magistrate...

I'll take care of Mr. Mulas.

One of you make contact with
the people mentioned, with caution.

The other, follow other leads,
more concrete ones.

Two chiefs are wasted
for just one murder.

Since these two people
are suspected,

it is a very delicate matter.

Who will question Mr. Campi
and the lady?

- Him!
- You decide.

Watch out for the journalists.
A silk hand in a velvet glove.

Considering the level,
you should take care of it

because you're always elegant
and know Latin proverbs.

I see. We'll flip a coin.

This one. Let me see.

- You don't trust me?
- Will my son go out?

Yes, he will.

- How did they kill that Garrone?
- With this.

A phallic shaped stone,
of Pompei inspiration.

It belonged to the dead man
or the killer brought it from home?

Mystery.

Develop it right away
and make ten copies.

- Done. Anything else?
- Didn't you smoke Nazionali?

I see. When Mrs. Dosio comes,
will you offer her champagne?

How nice!
This is very bad for me.

- What were we saying?
- Do you know Anna Carla Dosio?

- I've seen her in the papers.
- What is she like?

How do you imagine the wife
of a big northern industrialist?

- Tall, a good looker.
- Exact answer!

Massimo Campi, son of another
big northern industrialist...

Mr. Campi Massimo.

I'll be going.

Good morning. My pleasure.
Santamaria. Sit down.

Forgive me for being late.

I don't have a car and finding
taxis has become difficult.

I'd have come to your place,
but you preferred here.

- You don't have a car?
- I haven't, for three years.

I used to have an Aston Martin.
I'm still ashamed.

It's more practical without a car.

- It's hot!
- Yes, but it's cool at night.

At our home on the hill last night,
we couldn't dine on the terrace.

Last night you were on the hill?

You called me for advice.
What sort of advice?

- Would you like one?
- You have a Nazionale?

I happen to have them.

- Please.
- Thank you.

It is an intricate situation,

where I risk giving
a terrible impression.

But I am sure you'll understand.

"Non flere, non indignari,
sed intelligere."

Unfortunately, I don't know Latin.

How did you get this letter?

We don't usually listen
to fired domestic help, but...

Those two!
I didn't know they'd been fired.

This morning they read the papers
and brought this,

putting us in an unpleasant
situation.

What did they read in the papers?

- You didn't read them?
- I never do. Why?

Architect Garrone was killed
last night in his office.

"With a strange stone object."
What is it?

The second item.

It is worthy of him! Funny...

The funny part, in certain
situations, is very precarious.

"Let's find a way to eliminate him."

It is a real coincidence!

Now I understand.
But I can explain.

May I have a coffee?

Yes. We have a vending machine.

You give it to suspects too?

Yes, but we put
some truth serum inside.

I'm sure there's some in here.

Then I'll tell you everything!

Everything began with the word
"Boston". How do you pronounce it?

Mrs. Dosio pronounces it
the American way.

I corrected her and we argued.
A complete rupture!

No, excuse me. This way.

- What's Garrone have to do with it?
- We barely know him.

We meet him everywhere,
and we used him...

- In what way?
- In our private theater.

- Charity performances?
- No, it's just a game

where we cite someone
to indicate what must not be done.

For example, we say,
"a Bonetto style tie".

- For...
- And Boston?

Garrone was the type to pronounce
"Boston" the American way

to let everyone know
he knew English.

I find these linguistic
exhibitions silly.

It's true.

Did Mrs. Dosio
know Garrone well?

No. He disgusted her. That's why
she wrote, "eliminate him",

meaning, to exclude him
from our games.

I stole too much of your time.
Excuse me.

No, I must apologize. Listen...

Who do you think had a real
reason to eliminate Garrone?

Real reason?
It is something to look into.

Let me think about it.

I will call you soon.

Is my son going out?

Yes, he is.

- What sort of type is he?
- He chuckles over a dead man,

and does a scene
for the pronunciation of a word.

- To be filed under the letter "S".
- As "suspects"?

- "Shitheads"!
- "Shitheads and suspects"!

What is it?

- Hi, Francesca.
- Hi.

- Good morning. Is Mrs. Dosio in?
- Come.

It was kind of you to come.

- Wait before speaking.
- Why?

Later.

I was in a crisis for two days.

I was about to write to you.
Then I threw the letter away.

- In the waste paper basket?
- Yes.

I decided to speak to you frankly.
Want something to drink?

Coffee, but later. Speak now.

The correct pronunciation is...

So I am right in saying...

It's right, it's logical.

It is natural for me to say...

It is not ostentatious.

Otherwise all the people of Ponza
would be ostentatious.

What's Ponza have to do with it?

They are emigrants who returned
from America. They all say...

You must stop accusing me
of being like that awful Garrone.

Is that why you wrote the moment
had come to "eliminate" him?

How do you know?

You'll have to make coffee,
since you fired Benito and Maria.

I'm going.

Don't drive me crazy!

What is it?

- You know where I just was?
- No.

At the police station.
A very nice chief

showed me the letter
of a thoughtless woman

who writes an instigation to murder.

What? Those two!

Sardinian revenge!

We raised the salaries
of policemen

so that they listen to
the gossip of the domestic help!

If you wrote less and read more,

you'd known from the papers
that yesterday Garrone was killed.

- Who killed him?
- You and I are the only suspects.

- Because of that letter?
- Yes.

- It's wonderful.
- Why are you laughing?

The situation is serious.
What'd you do last night?

An alibi? I don't have one.
I walked along the Po.

And I imagined you'd have said
it was a Cineclub landscape.

- Then what did you do?
- I went to the movies.

- You have witnesses?
- No. Do you have an alibi?

- Don't get off track. Later?
- I returned home.

Vittorio was at dinner with the
Americans, the servants were asleep.

The chief didn't believe
the "Boston" thing.

Does he suspect me?
When will he question me?

It's the first exciting thing
that has happened to me

since I got a flat tire
four years ago.

- Are you tired?
- A little.

Will you season it yourself?

Massimo, this year
we must go to Greece.

A woman colleague of mine
was there last year.

The sea is purple.

Look.

It looks like a jellyfish.

The islands are amazing!

Everyone is going to Greece this year.

In fact! We have to see it!

Just a minute!

A lot of people I know go there.

Your billionaire friends!

We aren't obliged to go to Greece.

Are the Aeolian Islands okay?

- Taste it.
- No, I trust you.

There is nothing.
No electricity, water or gas.

You, me and Nature!

In the morning the fishermen
bring you lobsters for breakfast.

Massimo...

What's the matter?

I prefer coffee for breakfast.

You're not interested.

Of course I am.
It must be beautiful. But...

I was thinking of
a more domestic place.

Like what?

- The villa in Monferrato.
- You never go.

I had it restructured
and would like to go there.

- Lello...
- Yes?

- The point is...
- It's all very clear!

You hoped I wouldn't accept
the vacation in Monferrato,

since I have a 24 day vacation.

Isn't that so?

Okay, still friends!

Will I see you again or will
you stay in Monferrato forever?

- Let me go!
- Don't do this!

There's another reason
that stops me from going abroad.

- I didn't want to tell you...
- A secret?

Yes! With a woman friend,
the police and myself.

- Are you kidding?
- Not at all.

- What're you saying?
- It's the truth.

- It deals with a murder.
- It can't be!

Tell me. You can trust me.

Architect Garrone is dead. He did
projects for funeral monuments.

I read it in the paper.
What have you got to do with it?

I've nothing to do with it.

Because of a strange
misunderstanding,

this friend of mine...
You know her, Anna Carla.

We are involved.

Massimo, excuse me, excuse me.

After so much searching,
I found out where he went.

What? What did you say?

- Riviera Lello.
- What?

What do you know about him?

I asked and asked,
and finally found out.

He works at Town Hall.

He is a "gay" guy.

He is "passive".

He's homosexual!

Why are you speaking in Sicilian?

So the people here won't understand.

Townsman, we understood everything!

- What are you thinking?
- Nothing.

No. You're thinking
about the Garrone homicide.

You were here last night.

You have an alibi.
Why didn't you tell the chief?

You were ashamed of telling him.

It would have served no purpose.

I was here, but I left at 10:30.

Then I took a streetcar.

When I arrived home,
nobody saw me. They were sleeping.

I would have had enough time
to kill Garrone.

Kill me too.
That way I won't suffer.

You are so stupid!

We must show that you are innocent.

Sure! Don't worry.

Chief Santamaria,
Anna Carla Dosio.

My pleasure.

Sit down, please.

- I was thinking of De Quincey.
- Who?

The author of "On Murder Considered
One of the Fine Arts".

- Yes, sure!
- Want something to drink, Chief?

A drink.

- Scotch?
- Yes.

Who would have an interest
in killing Garrone?

A non motivated crime
is a seducing hypothesis nowadays.

No! Let's forget seductions
and use our heads.

A non motivated crime
must really be such.

Instead, many people
hated the victim.

Am I right?

I was talking about
an aesthetic crime.

Let's come to the point.
Right, chief?

And so?

Mr. Campi's theories
are very interesting.

Thank you.

You men always support
one another. A Mafia!

Are you Sicilian? Excuse me.

No, I'm Roman.
Not all chiefs are Sicilian.

And not all Sicilians are Mafia.

How kind of you!

My being polemic
was because I wanted to help you.

If you prefer continuing
your literary debate, go ahead.

No, madam. Help me
in a concrete way, please.

You want to know if Massimo
and I have an alibi?

Anna Carla, let the chief
say that.

Say it.

Alright. What is your alibi?

- Excuse me. Lunch is ready.
- Yes. Thank you, Teresa.

In the worst theater works,
that line closes the scene.

It is a rule for eating serenely.

Chief. I don't have an alibi.

But I know something about Garrone
that could help the investigation.

What is that?

I've a girlfriend called Bona.
One day she dragged me

to a conference
on child masturbation.

Garrone was there. He doesn't have
children so it was for personal lust.

Bona began talking with him
while I waited for my husband.

When Bona left, Garrone stared
at me and made a disgusting gesture.

- What did you do?
- What could I do?

Every time I saw him,
he made that horrible gesture.

That's who Garrone was,
and that's what was between us.

It's a bond, a mysterious complicity
between victim and executioner.

The crystal clear lady realizes she
has a bond with an shady individual

in an obscene relationship,
and she kills him.

Imbecile! Even Vittorio
laughed about it!

We are trying to help
the investigation.

Vittorio Dosio is her husband.

He laughed about it, but maybe
was furious. Another suspect.

I am helping the investigation,
right, chief?

Did your husband know Garrone?

I don't think so.
He heard us talk about him.

Massimo, will you please
tell us your alibi?

I don't have one. Those who don't
have an alibi are innocent, right?

A murderer always prepares one.

Then I'm innocent too!

Too easy!
Anna Carla has half an alibi.

She went to the movies,
but nobody saw her.

All murderers go to the movies
on the crime evening.

So do the victims!

- You want to know which theater?
- Yes.

The theater "Le Arti".
The film was "La sferza".

Garrone went to see
that movie too.

Do you think they are lovers?

- Then who is the woman?
- Anna Carla Dosio!

Paolo, what are you saying?

Wake up, Bettina!
Are you being Sleeping Beauty?

Your Massimo is 40 years old!

What is it?

I thought of the crime weapon
that killed Garrone!

I told you what it is.

"Live by the sword,
die by the sword!"

If it belongs to the murderer,
that phallic shaped stone is a lead.

- Sir, the telephone.
- Yes. Excuse me.

Thank you.

You know.

You must tell me!
Tell me, "I love you".

I am with two office colleagues.

I am working
to get you out of trouble.

No. I can't tell you anything else.
Tell me you love me.

I already told you.

I love you.

You're not taking your jacket off?

No, thank you.

- What are you thinking?
- And you?

You are implying,
"I ask the questions here"?

I was thinking that today
is different from other days.

For me too.

- You are not suspected.
- Nor are you.

Don't say that, or I'll go back
to my daily gray routine,

packing suitcases for our vacation.

By "different" I meant...

pleasant.

- For me too.
- You repeat what I say?

What?

I can't imagine...

how a chief spends his free time.

I listen to symphonic music,
I read...

I will be free next Sunday.

- Yes, sugar...
- Love! My joy!

Excuse me.
It was an old, boring aunt.

Chief...

Did Anna Carla accumulate
more evidence against me?

This is an invitation
to the Vollero Gallery.

I received one too,
but I didn't go.

Garrone always went to eat
at exhibition buffets.

Surely he went there.
That is a good lead.

- Want me to accompany you?
- Thank you, don't bother.

"Painting and mythology
at the Vollero gallery."

I will go.

You've a fixation with that crime!
So many things happen today...

It is a mysterious crime.

It's not the usual robbery
with road blocks and shootings.

I think the murder is someone
from the high class world.

No. It's Bauchiero,
the man who called the police.

- Why?
- In half the cases,

the murderer is the person
who finds the body.

Maybe Bauchiero did projects
for funeral monuments too.

Tribetti, will you show me your
archive of tombs and burial niches?

- Hey, don't bring bad luck!
- Cerioni!

- When are you closing?
- I don't know.

Nobody wants to leave the city
for fear of thieves.

If we've come to the point
of having to give up vacation

to guard our apartment,

to avoid having the
Impressionist paintings stolen,

than I will move to Switzerland.

Mrs. Tabusso, you can't
rest assured either.

There is much crime in your area.

Whoever would've imagined
that my home at "Le Buone Pere"

it'd become a red light area!

- Do couples go there?
- Couples?

It is full of prostitutes!

Watch out! You're hurting me!
There are prostitutes and pimps.

Every morning my sister and I,
on the law in front of our home,

pick up condoms!

I made out many reports to
the police, but nobody cares.

- I know a police chief.
- Talk to him about it.

- He's in the Public Morality squad?
- He's working on the Garrone crime.

We are witnesses of
a total degradation of customs.

Everyone complains,
but nobody does his duty.

- Except for Bauchiero.
- Who is he?

He found Garrone's body
and contacted the police.

Then he strained his memory
and remembered the blond.

- But they didn't catch the murderer.
- He put them on the right track.

With the detail of the tube
and the bag with the Italian star.

- Starfish.
- What are you saying?

- The star.
- How do you know?

I saw it!

Excuse me.

Everyone, get rid of the jinx!

- Find anything?
- No.

Bauchiero could be here among
the poor people who do projects

for family tombs, in the hope
that someone will buy them!

They don't understand
that there is no more room.

Even a burial niche is a waste.

The future is in cremation.

- Is he here?
- Not Bauchiero.

But Garrone is. "Zavattaro
Brothers, Inc. Marble Workers."

What's that have to do with it?

Why is there a company name?

The marble worker brought the client.
The architect is paid separately.

It was a great pain.

I can still see him in front of
this painting, poor, dear Garrone.

He left a great emptiness,
with his pleasantness.

Who had any interest in killing him?

I was about to ask the same question.

Nobody! Absolutely nobody.
Am I right?

He was there that evening too.

Did he tell you anything that
evening that could be useful to us?

No, nothing interesting.

One moment. I am getting
an illumination. Details emerge!

- The Piovano sisters were there.
- Yes, they were.

One of them said...

"Tonight we'll all go
to the flower shop."

Garrone said, "No,
tonight I'm dealing with stones".

He actually said,
"Tonight I'm dealing with stones".

At the time, nobody
understood what he meant.

Maybe there is a connection
with the crime weapon.

- It's a hypothesis.
- Certainly.

Then he said something else.

I opened his arm out and said,
"Soon I will be so rich

that I'll buy all this junk and
throw it in the toilet". Excuse me.

- Please. He didn't do it.
- He did nothing!

Mrs. Dosio,
what a pleasure to see you here!

- Do you know Mr. Santamaria?
- I met him today during lunch.

I found a person who saw the
murderer a half hour after the crime.

Are you interested?

Is anyone here?

Who are you?

Chief Santamaria.

- And his colleague Depalma.
- Does Mrs. Dosio send you?

Duty sends us!
Are you Countess Tabusso?

- My ass!
- She's not a countess!

You should come at night.

They leave their cars down there.

They come here to do disgusting
things. Not even Sodom and Gomorrah!

They come all the way down here.
We can hear their voices.

The city is advancing,
the sluts are advancing!

They ruined this paradise.
They screw everywhere!

- They go through a hole in the fence.
- Why don't you close it?

They make another one!
You like my jungle?

Stop! Don't step on the strawberries.
Want some? You fell?

Look at this nice
17th century wash basin.

I had to close the water.
They used it as a bidet!

Madam, we have to ask your sister
some questions.

- Because of the woman with a tube?
- Yes.

Come.

You go up, you've weak legs.
You go up too.

- Go on! Are you afraid?
- I'm getting on it.

Do you like my train?

I had it made for my poor
Cicci who became paralyzed.

It was hard to take him up the
stairs. He weighed over 100 kilos!

My sister is afraid the blond
will return to take revenge.

That is why she hasn't talked
since then.

She doesn't leave the house anymore.

- Here she is.
- Good morning.

Can you tell us about the woman
with a purse with a star, madam?

- Miss!
- Excuse me.

She hadn't digest well
and couldn't sleep.

- Let her speak.
- No. She gets too emotional.

Anyway, I know the story by heart.

We had eaten Brussel sprouts.

You know what they are?

My sister got up and left.

- What time was it?
- Around 11:00.

She crossed the garden and went
towards the valley of sluts.

She is a romantic type.

Maybe she was listening
to the crickets.

Suddenly, the headlights of a car
about to leave, turned on.

There was a strange noise and that
ugly beast came out from the bushes.

She began chasing her, yelling
and threatening her with the tube.

- Did you see her face?
- She said she was a monster.

My sister ran away.

Then she read the paper
and realized she'd killed Garrone.

She got so scared
that she didn't speak anymore.

Her block went away when she spoke
to Mrs. Dosio at the hairdresser.

Everything is still printed
here for her.

A beach bag with a starfish on it.

A starfish?

Will you clean up the valley now?

Does it seem nice
that I must live among sluts?

Mr. Bauchiero, does this seem
like the star of Italy?

You're right. It's a starfish!

Right after the crime,
the blond was in "Le Buone Pere".

Where were Dosio and Campi?

The rich never have an alibi.

Maybe they were together...

- Why?
- Speak up.

Massimo Campi... is homosexual.

- I'm rushing off. Bye.
- See you.

No. They'll see us!

- Why do you always lock the car?
- You don't worry about thieves?

It's a 500!

Massimo, you despise me.
You think I'm an idiot?

What are you saying?
You are an extraordinary young man!

- Really?
- Certainly.

- Swear it.
- I swear.

I am happy because my insecurity
is my worst aspect.

- Coming to dinner at my place?
- I don't know.

- My folks left. We'll be alone.
- Hurrah!

I'll go to Zavattaro tomorrow.
Look at how they park!

- Zavattaro?
- I'm doing an investigation.

- I've a trace...
- It's not your business.

- What? You're involved.
- Please, stop it.

Thank you so much!
Sorry if I worry about you!

- Enough!
- Massimo!

Excuse me. Massimo!

Let me explain.
There's been a misunderstanding!

- Massimo, forgive me.
- Don't do that!

- You are ridiculous!
- Massimo!

Carryouts save men without wives
and wives without domestic help.

The chart is updated until today.

Mr. Fontana, will you forgive me
if we won't eat very well?

Of course! The food isn't that good
in restaurants nowadays.

Like the other evening with
the Americans. Right, Vittorio?

He slipped away during the starters!

I don't care what Vittorio did
the other evening.

From what time to what time
did he leave?

My dear, Fontana is wrong.

He is not wrong!
You don't have an alibi either.

An alibi?

You were either with some slut
or you killed Garrone.

- What're you saying?
- The lady is joking.

I am not joking. Tell me something.

Of course!

A few months ago you told
Vittorio something a bit dirty

about an obscene object.

When I got closer
you immediately changed the subject.

But I think I heard you
say a name. Remember it?

- It was nonsense.
- Tell me, too.

Some Dutch executives,
who came to do business with us,

told me they had bought...

How can I say it...?

Some stone phallic figures

made by a marble worker from Emilia.

- What is his name?
- Zavattaro.

- It's what I wanted to know.
- That's all?

Yes. Enjoy your meal.

It may be chance, but...

Here's the villa of the two lunatics.

This is the Campi one.
It's a small world!

Mr. Santamaria, the phone for you.

The lady!

- Hello?
- This is Anna Carla Dosio.

- Good evening.
- Did you speak with Mrs. Tabusso?

- Yes. I thank you very much.
- Was she helpful?

We'll know this evening

when we'll do a roundup
in the lady's property.

Really? Good. I'm glad.

I've more news.
Maybe it's important.

What is it about?

No. The phone could be tapped.

- Yours?
- No, yours!

- Can you come here tomorrow?
- Certainly.

I'll expect you at 10:00.
Good luck.

Thank you. Good night.

- I said that because I have an idea.
- I know what idea!

- What?
- Nothing.

- I am ready. And you?
- Very ready!

Enough. I am already tipsy.

- What is it?
- I think...

Maybe we wouldn't argue anymore
if we could have a child.

I was kidding!

Want to go to the Balon market
on Saturday morning?

- We'll find something for the villa.
- No need, there's everything.

- In your room too.
- My room?

Yes. Why?

Separate bedrooms!

I just hope mine
isn't in the basement,

as is suited for someone
of my low level!

- Come on, Lello!
- Come to the castle, Cinderella.

But at midnight you'll turn
into a washerwoman again!

Enough! I can't stand you anymore.

I gave up women because they are
a nuisance. But you are worse!

Then go back to your women!

Hello? Anna Carla!

How's it going?

I was in the garden. I ran...

A roundup in Tabusso's valley?

How do you know?

Excuse me a moment,
I'll be right back.

Everyone stop! Police!

- Let me get my clothes!
- It's just a roundup.

- No mercy!
- None at all!

- Got you!
- Don't touch me, pig!

- Pretend I am with you.
- Yes. Nicosia!

- Pretend she is with you.
- Come on, doll!

Let me go! I don't want to!
Let me go!

- I'll tell your wife!
- Obscene acts in public.

- This is a private place.
- Come with us.

- I'm a client. Is it forbidden?
- Here it is! This is my house!

It's a brothel!

Please, please...

Help the lady.

Please. Come, don't be afraid.
Why are you pulling?

Nicosia!
Block her on the other side.

Nicosia, Copiello,
block the villa entrances.

I had gotten five!
You left me alone. Where are you?

They are coming up!

Virginia!

Over there!

- Come with us.
- Can't you see I'm a lady?

Excuse me. You come with us!

Well?

A few women, one young man
and a... gentleman.

Mr. Depalma, where are you?

Please, you answer. I can't shout.

Nicosia, what is it? We are here.

I found the following evidence.

Keep calm. I'll come alone.
Don't worry.

The weather forecast said,
"cool winds arriving from the north."

They must have stopped them
at customs!

At 4 in the morning
I've a sense of humor!

- What is your name?
- Fascetti Ermelinda.

- Must I get close to the mirror?
- No, that's fine.

- You go work there every night.
- It's not a question.

If you answer,
it becomes a question. Come on!

It is a fake mirror.
They can't see you.

- Is it her?
- Take a good look. Recognize her?

No, it's not her. The other woman
was... I can't explain it.

She was taller.

I don't match that woman's traits.
I'm not tall or blond.

Who told you who we're looking for?

The town is small and people murmur.
May I go?

- Yes.
- Go.

- You can go...
- Fuck off!

Don't be funny!

This one is tall but not blond.

She could be wearing a wig.
Should I tell you that?

No, madam, you should not.

- Next!
- Give it to me.

Who knows a tall, blond woman
who has these things?

Exact answer!

Can we go fuck off too?

- Please, miss.
- Thank you.

- The same to you.
- Thank you, madam.

We know who caused this great
night for us.

Those two old witches! Could you
tell them to fuck off, for me?

- I certainly will.
- Thank you.

- Hear that? You must defend us.
- We will take measures.

Hello? Excellency!

The boss called to know
about the roundup.

Did you tell him
the place of the finding

is near Massimo Campi's home?
- Yes. He hung up furiously.

At times I think I made
a mistake in being a policeman.

Sirs! A turn of events!

You are right.
I wanted to be a tenor.

Especially at dawn, so many
thoughts go through one's mind.

At dawn you bust your balls too.

We can shout out for victory.
Look.

It's the homosexual
I talked about in the phone call

after the stakeout I did yesterday.

Like that! They stopped him
on the site of the roundup.

He didn't have his ID.

That raincoat fits him perfectly.

- Almost.
- I don't have my ID

because I forgot my bag
at a friend's house.

I don't know what they had me
wear this raincoat.

- Take it off.
- Thank you.

Where does this friend live?

Answer!

- Well?
- In the hills.

What is his name?

You don't want to tell us?

I don't want to involve him.

He is a high class person.

- Get his data and let him go.
- Let him go?

I always lose my bag!

- Chief!
- Good morning. Already at work!

I got up early
because I had a sleepless night.

- Too many thoughts?
- The heat.

One should leave the city.
My gardener has already done so.

- Are you here by chance?
- Of course not!

Did the roundup go well?

- How did you find out?
- Anna Carla told me.

One of her informers told her.

A new character
in your theater work?

I must have said something wrong.

Do you also know the results
of the roundup?

Why should I?

Seven prostitutes, three pimps,
one young man named Lello Riviera.

- Why do you tell me?
- Try to guess!

The exquisite tact of our policemen!

- Last night he was here with you.
- The tact has been abandoned!

Didn't Mr. Riviera already tell you?

There was no declaration.
He is a very reserved person.

A real gentleman!

If he didn't tell you,
how do you know we are friends?

- Why do you get angry?
- How did you find out?

- Did Mrs. Dosio tell you?
- She has nothing to do with it!

- Now you are getting angry.
- A man has been killed!

Because of a misunderstanding,
you suspect me.

I must investigate.

The sadistic mechanism of prying
into one's past is triggered!

- You scream too much.
- Then you scream too!

Thank you, I don't need it.

Go to Mrs. Dosio.
She doesn't like to wait.

Tell me why Mr. Riviera
went away from here last night

during the roundup.

It's simple, chief.

He must have gone
to one of those sluts.

Or is it forbidden
by the Constitution?

By his constitution!

I'll speak clearly at the reunion
with the regional branches.

We must go from nine to five.

Certainly... Certainly!

We knew that.
We already told them.

Come to your room.
Don't bother Daddy.

I am at your disposal.
Right on time!

We only arrive late
when we have to catch robbers!

Where are we going?

Look in my purse.
There is a yellow card.

I told you there's an address.

Why did you tell Massimo Campi
about the roundup?

That is why you're so angry!

Massimo is a gossiper!

I told him to show him
he doesn't always know everything.

You are right.

Will you forgive me?

"Zavattaro Brothers,
marble, stone, granite,

artistic works,
funeral monuments."

More stones!

One witness says that the evening
of the murder, Garrone said,

"Tonight I will deal with stones."

Madam, why are we here?

Yesterday I found out where some
Dutch people bought those things...

I see!

I smell murderers!

- You have a gun?
- Let's be serious.

Is anyone here?

I won't say who I am.
Don't be surprised at what I'll say.

Don't you be surprised either.

- Good morning.
- Are you the owner?

- Mr. Zavattaro?
- Yes.

We come from Holland.
You make particular objects.

What articles interest you?

Special objects...

Is it possible to see
these special objects?

I'll call my brother. He worked
in Germany and speaks German.

There's no need, I am Italian.

Then why are you letting
the woman speak?

She wants to exercise.

This is the Fantasy Pavilion.

My brother Osvaldo is an artist.

- Do you have a sales network?
- No.

From the producer to the consumer.

This is the classic format.

Osvaldo tried to make them
in a smaller format,

but they weren't appreciated.

These look good anywhere.

Here we have the big format.

In Sweden, they put them
on the front lawns of homes.

If you're private buyers, and want
one or two, there's a certain price.

If you are a group
and have our product circulate,

we can give percentages
and offer discounts.

- Are you an interpreter?
- No, I'm a lawyer.

I represent
architect Garrone's family.

The Garrone family?

Is this architect Garrone's friend?

No, she's a relative.

Did you know that Garrone
was killed Tuesday night?

We don't care!

We want information on the credit
Garrone had with your company.

Credit? The work and capital
are mine!

He received a percentage
when he sold the articles.

20 percent. But in one year
he only sold 20.

There is no credit! Understand?

There isn't credit for anyone.
Now get out, you and this slut!

I hadn't understood
the last word well.

You are not an attorney.

- He's a gorilla.
- Come.

- No, a policeman.
- I think he's a gorilla.

- Are they the murderers?
- No.

They wouldn't have left that thing
at Garrone's,

considering they make them.

Now we know the weapon
belonged to the victim.

Killed by his own samples!

Leave me at a taxi station.
You must return to your family.

My family is scattered.
My little one eats at school.

My husband has lunch
in the office.

Then if you allow me,
I'd like to invite you to lunch.

I know of a place on the hill.

It's discreet and looks like
a country house. Alright?

It's fine! Certainly.

- It's cool up there.
- Very well!

- Out!
- Are you crazy? I'll report you!

- I'll bust your back.
- Help!

I don't know any surveyors,
or architect Garrone!

- I don't know anyone!
- Leave me alone!

- How dare you?
- Dirty spy!

That slut wasn't enough!

Who are you? Another relative?

You have broken 18 dicks!

I'll kill you, all gorillas, all
policemen and all the Dutch!

Today is closing day!

I have never been here.

Maybe..

- Maybe?
- I was saying...

maybe it's nicer like this,
without anyone.

The poetry of beaches without
bathers, classrooms without students.

And rooms for illicit couples
without customers.

Excuse me.

Who knows how many wavering alibis
would find an explanation here.

There is a void in my husband's
alibi. Did you know that?

Yes, I know.

You know that I do.
From 8:15 onwards.

There is a void in every alibi

that my husband makes up
to spend his evenings out.

It happens almost every evening.

There's also a void
in Massimo Campi's alibi.

If he were the murderer,
he'd have said it.

You don't know Massimo well.
Make a bigger effort.

Why are you laughing?

A bigger effort isn't required
when the suspect is a poor devil.

Massimo is neurotic,
but he is also very humble,

generous, sincere
and very intelligent.

Don't you and Massimo get tired
of having to be so intelligent?

It must be tiring!

- A fatigue that you avoid.
- Yes.

Intelligence just to pass the time
is... bullshit.

Bullshit?

Let's speak clearly.

- Cute!
- You began offending.

- Will you forgive me?
- What are you doing tomorrow?

My husband is taking
our daughter to Geneva.

With all the kidnappings
there have been lately,

she will be safer in Switzerland.
It's like putting her in a bank!

Why do you ask?

To avoid finding
another closed restaurant.

My house is open,
but I am a terrible cook.

- Was I inviting?
- No. I am inviting!

- Do you like filet?
- With pepper.

I'll buy pepper. Well?

Well then...
you take care of the filet.

I'll take care of the cream,
the pepper and the rest.

- It's...
- Who?

- Do you know him too?
- Yes. He's my husband's good friend.

It's closed.

She is certainly not his wife!

- Why are you hiding?
- To avoid embarrassing him.

I am on duty.

- Where were we?
- Weren't you on duty?

The Zavattaro lead was wrong.
Let's try this one.

You are stubborn!

My respects to the illustrious
loafers of the Constraints Office.

We have with us our colleague
Riviera of the fourth department.

- He needs your help.
- I'd like to know if there is here,

waiting for approval,
a project by architect Garrone.

- We can look.
- Thank you.

- On what date was it presented?
- I don't know.

- I don't even know if it exists.
- He's trying to be a detective.

Yes, Excellency, certainly.

With all the kidnappings
and shootings around,

must we take care of this?
Yes, Excellency.

- Well?
- The boss is even angrier.

- It's not our fault.
- Why?

Forced to withdrawal symptoms
because the restaurant is closed.

He had no first course
or second course!

What did you find?

I questioned the Zavattaros
who have an alibi.

They say a young, thin
and delicate man went to them

asking questions about Garrone.

Lello Riviera.

I will take care of Lello Riviera.
You order another coffee.

- There he is!
- It must be a policeman.

- It doesn't seem like it.
- He's suspicious looking.

This is the washerwomen's basin.

For centuries, in the Po River
people of Turin washed their clothes.

This area was always full
of good pears.

Sit down, or leave.
You are disturbing.

Good-day, Chief. I'm glad
you're interested in our debates.

Sit down, please.

Po, the father of all Italian
rivers, and maybe of the world.

The etymology of its name
goes beyond the Mediterranean.

The Greeks called the river
"Potamos".

The Indians called "Potomac"
the river that crosses Carolina.

- Virginia!
- Yes, in Virginia.

Now we see...
No, that is our friend,

an archeologist consultant
who cooperated on this docu,

architect Garrone, who
unfortunately ended up badly.

And this ends our screening
on historical basins

in the Turin countryside.
Good evening.

Why did you go to the Zavattaros
asking for information on Garrone?

- He hit me! Can I report him?
- Yes.

- Why did you go?
- I'd prefer not answering.

We can obtain a warrant. That
way you'll answer to the judge.

If you think you can intimidate me,
you are wrong.

Why didn't you tell me

that on that evening you were
in Massimo Campi's home?

- How did you find out?
- He told me.

Really?
Did he admit it spontaneously?

- Wasn't he ashamed?
- Answer!

Is Mr. Massimo Campi
a big suspect?

If you told me Mr. Campi
isn't a suspect,

I would be disappointed.

Not because I have ill feelings
towards him... maybe a bit...

but most of all because...

He acts very arrogantly with me.

So?

I try not oppressing him
because I know love isn't a chain.

Despite that, we have broken up.

It's terrible. I can't live anymore.

The last hope of having
him back...

It's better to say,
"to have him consider me again"...

It's to be able to show him

that I'm capable of getting him out
of trouble and helping the police.

I want to hear him say,
"You were wonderful. Thank you".

Just that.

- Are you from the south?
- Yes. Try to be strong.

When you dressed me
as a woman last night,

you were very kind to me.
Southerners have a good heart.

- And then?
- Well...

At first I suspected
surveyor Bauchiero

because I thought
he was Garrone's rival.

But I was on the wrong track.

I looked in the real estate
office of Town Hall and found...

Enough! Be content with knowing
I am on the right track.

- Meaning?
- You must trust me.

I'm waiting for a phone call
for a meeting tomorrow morning

which I think will be definitive
and solve things.

- With who?
- I can't tell you.

But tomorrow, after speaking
to a certain person,

I'll run to you,
and you will thank me!

Riviera! Be careful.

- Don't worry.
- A Sicilian colleague of mine says,

"Who looks for what he shouldn't
finds what he doesn't want."

There is a suited proverb here too.

"The bad washerwoman
never finds a good pear."

I already found it! Goodbye.

Follow him from tomorrow on,
see where he goes and who he sees.

They'll think I'm a fag!

They already think that of me.

Great way of parking!

Good thing I watch my weight!

What does he want?

Who? Riviera!

No, Mr. Santamaria isn't here.
You can talk to me.

A car followed you?

No, we didn't have you followed.

We don't have white cars
with a dented bumper.

- Why didn't you open the door?
- I was afraid!

First Zavattaro hit me,
and now I am hunted down.

Maybe it's still him.
I am working for you!

- Very kind of you. Thanks.
- You're welcome.

You must find out
who that car belongs to.

Alright. We'll do that.

Who does a white Fiat 1500 with
a left dented bumper, belong to?

You don't know? Are you sleeping?
What've you got there?

We went to over 100 places between
stores, boutiques and supermarkets.

Nobody has ever seen
a purse like this.

The police is asking for help.
Its hands are tied.

It can't shoot.
It never finds a shitty thing!

Look at what a lovely painting,
Mr. Vollero.

Don't use my name!
I tell you all the time, idiot!

I don't buy here, I buy in London!

- Who can we attribute it to?
- Whoever you think.

Do you have... ?

A record by...

Learn English! Southerner!

- Does this grind pepper too?
- It grinds everything.

Today it's the fashion
to grind pepper.

- How much does it cost?
- 5,000. It's a deal!

- This one?
- 6,000.

- I'll take it.
- You're making a good deal.

- Thank you.
- What is it?

An object for a gift.

- Nice.
- What is this?

An object for a gift.

It was made in Faenza
in the 18th century. A unique piece.

I need two of them.

We have two unique pieces.
Fixed price 40,000, negotiable.

Excuse me, sir.
I accidently took both of them.

I don't know where my head is.

Did you get the pestle too?

- What pestle?
- Yeah, sure.

A long bronze pestle
worth 10,000 Lira.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, madam.

You're here too! Why?

I've an appointment with a person
at the cemetery of used furniture.

Today everyone is here.

Bonetto, my husband, me, you,
Massimo...

Did you see Massimo?

- I thought...
- I haven't an appointment with him.

I prefer not meeting him.
It is too early.

But I can tell you.
I think I know who killed Garrone.

I will soon have confirmation.
Goodbye.

Goodbye, Rivera.

Riviera!

Mr. Santamaria, it seems the
young man knows important things.

Yes. At Balon,
the used items market.

I signal the presence
of Mrs. Dosio and her husband,

of Mr. Carpi and others.

Don't lose sight of him.
I'll be right there.

- I knew you were here too!
- What do you mean?

- I just ran into Lello.
- I didn't see him.

I came to look for something
for the Monferrato villa.

But prices here are as high
as downtown antique dealers.

He has an appointment
at the furniture cemetery.

He seems to be mad.
He said he knows who killed Garrone,

and soon will have confirmation.
What's this all about?

What did Chief Santamaria find out?

Why do you ask me?

- Did I make a blunder?
- I don't see...

Today....

- I must go. I'll call you tomorrow.
- Bye.

This isn't something typical.
Forget it.

- Are you tired?
- No. I can't find Bonetto.

What a tragedy!

- Where were you?
- I was looking around.

- Did something happen?
- I don't know. Let's go see.

Where were you?

You are a shit...

And so is he!

- Massimo!
- Stay back.

Lello Riviera.

They bashed his head in.

- With a bronze pestle.
- How do you know?

Let's go. Nicosia, advise Depalma.

Mr. Vollero. Don't hide.

- Come with us.
- Make way! Make way!

I don't owe anyone an explanation!
I won't answer any question

if I'm not explained the reason,
and not without my lawyer.

None of you are accused,
for the time being.

This is not a questioning.

It's a request for information
for the D.A. office.

Is that why you keep us here,
guarded, in a basement?

We don't have living rooms!

Each of you should tell me
why this morning he went to Balon

and where he was exactly at 12:35,

when Mr. Lello Riviera
was killed.

- Bonetto, don't answer!
- Why not?

I have nothing to hide.

- Why should I answer first?
- You're the first in line.

If they start from there,
I'm the last and you're the first.

Let's begin with the ladies.
Would you like to answer first?

- I was there to buy something.
- What?

No! Not a bronze pestle.

A pepper grinder. Is it forbidden?

You went all the way there
to buy a pepper grinder?

The lady knew Riviera well,
and also Garrone.

Be careful!
Don't you dare insinuate anything!

The only person who could be
there to meet Riviera

is Mr. Campi.
And everyone knows why!

Be quiet, imbecile!
I had no appointment with him.

I didn't know he was there.
Anna Carla, speak, by God!

You wrote in that letter
to eliminate Garrone!

You were the last to talk to Lello.

You knew where he was going and
that he was killed by a pestle!

What do you mean?

Naturally the chief
won't question you!

- Aren't you ashamed?
- I demand an explanation. Anna Carla!

Mr. Santamaria, can you come?

Get all their data
and send them back home.

They are all suspected,
more or less.

- Whoever is less, maybe is more!
- Is this a puzzle?

Too many suspects, no culprit!
It is an ancient rule.

I can read the titles in the paper.

"Big names involved
in the Balon crime."

I'll be considered the puppet
of the northern industrialists.

I already see you as
a vile and corrupted executive,

bent over by the will
of the Right Christian Democrats.

And to think your name
is Santamaria!

Send them home. I'm your
superior, and it's an order.

You're the investigator.
I don't want to interfere.

Remember what I said.
No, I didn't say anything.

We didn't see each other. Goodbye!

Chief, they all three
could be suspected. Murderers!

- Sit down, please.
- How dare you?

He could be suspected too.
I heard him in front of witnesses

say that Garrone was to be killed.

- Please, sit down.
- Garrone was your enemy.

No. He cooperated with me
on the stone basins investigation.

Silence! Damn it!

Mr. Bonetto, earlier you spoke
about stone basins.

- Yes. Why?
- Okay.

You who are from Piedmont
can help me solve a problem.

Why doesn't the bad washerwoman
find a good "pear"?

What's the washerwoman
have to do with a pear?

In the Turin dialect,
"pera", a pear, means "stone".

That's it!

The bad washerwoman
doesn't find a good stone

because she has no intention
of doing the washing!

- In English one would say...
- We don't give a darn!

- Mr. Bonetto...
- Yes?

That evening Garrone said, "This
evening I'm dealing with stones".

Last night Lello Riviera
came to your screening

because he is interested in stones.
- Of course...

Then we'll go deal with stones.
We'll be right back.

- Let's go.
- Where?

- Didn't you understand?
- No.

These people are our guests.

- I told you we were too many!
- Let me speak.

Are you accountant Cerioni
Giancarlo of the 4th division?

- Yes. Why?
- You must return to the city.

- Your mother is ill.
- I am here!

- It's true!
- You must return to Town Hall.

- Come on! We're going!
- What happened?

- I'll explain later.
- Let's go!

I found it.

You see what the tube
in the blond woman's hand was?

A lots division project.
Let's go see this Regis.

What are you doing?
I forbid you...

What a lovely view, Mr. Regis!

Leave that telescope alone.
I won't allow you to...

Come. Look.

Where are you going?
Come here.

That's why you and Garrone
were friends!

My only real friend!

It's not easy when
one loves beauty, like us.

There is strong prejudice
against voyeurism.

Peeping Toms.

It's dangerous to spy on couples
at night.

- To the station!
- No, please!

Don't take me with you.
The neighbors...

If you speak here, you'll avoid
a bad impression, and worse.

Right. We'll be understanding.
Let's get back to Garrone.

I swear I helped Garrone
without any interest.

I work at Town Hall's Constraints
Office. I stamp authorization.

He was looking for revenge
to pay back many humiliations.

While working on a
documentary, he had found out

that on a land for future lots,

there were the remains
of an antique washing basin.

The project could be blocked.

- Who is it?
- Chief Santamaria.

- And his colleague, Depalma.
- Get in front of the peep-hole.

Your profile, too.

Alright.

It's nice here
at the "Le Buone Pere".

In dialect it means
"the good stones".

Yes, the stones
of the old washing basin.

- Your sister isn't here?
- No. She went...

To Balon.

No. The cemetery
for the 22 anniversary.

May I offer you something?

The 22nd anniversary of what?

The anniversary of the death
of her poor husband, Cicci.

After our intervention,
things are peaceful here, right?

Yes... No! Unfortunately,
yesterday I had such a fright.

I was in the garden
and down there I saw...

a young man who looked
very suspicious.

Then my sister talked to him
and found out he was your officer.

- Was he blond and thin?
- Yes.

He didn't look like a police officer.

He wasn't.

- Good-day, madam.
- Good-day.

What do you want?

We must ask you a few questions.

Go help Palmira shell peas.

- I offered a liquor to the gentlemen.
- Good.

Go shell peas, miss.
That would be better.

Mrs. Tabusso, shall we have a chat?

Did you know that Mr. Riviera
was killed today at Balon?

Yes, you know. We have evidence.

What evidence do you mean?

We know that today
you were at Balon

before going to the cemetery...
if you ever went there!

I went. At least 10 people saw me.

But they saw you at Balon too.

An urban policeman.
Depalma, the envelope.

A fine, with time, license...

Is it forbidden
to go to the Balon?

It depends on the reason for going.

Madam...

Will you show me your license?

- She doesn't have a license.
- No, she's without a purse.

Did you forget it in the car?

It must be the Fiat 1500 with
a dented bumper. I'll go see.

- No! I'll go.
- Don't bother, madam.

Dear madam...

I see you brought the money.

Very good.

But unfortunately,
there is an inconvenience.

The amount isn't enough anymore.

My friends at Town Hall
doubled the request.

It was hard to remove the
constraint from the antique basin

on the land where lots are
to be made.

But you will earn
enormous amounts.

If you want your license,
you'll have to pay double.

Do you want to see the approved
project? Here it is.

But first you must give me
the money. Look but don't touch.

- Is it there?
- It's here!

Yes. She still had
the pestle in her purse.

Lello had caught on to her.

He had realized it.
Town Hall, the projects...

And that proverb. Otherwise,
I wouldn't have understood.

Mrs. Tabusso confessed.
Finally she said...

"Riviera and Garrone

were a pig and a homosexual
who got what they deserved."

What a mentality!

Are you sleeping?

Poor me! It's late!
I have my duties.

No. Just a moment! Listen...

What duties?

- Even on Sunday?
- I must finish packing for vacation.

I didn't pack
because of your investigation.

Excuse me!

We're leaving tomorrow. Bye!

- When will you return?
- I don't know.

We're going to Switzerland
in September. Bye!

Alright.

Massimo, are you looking for a taxi?

Yes, but there are none.

Get in. I'll accompany you.

The city is deserted.
Everyone has left.

You can't even find a taxi.

- How do you pronounce "taxi"?
- One says "taxi".

I knew it! I say "taxì".

"Taxi" is what they say in London.

Imitating foreign accents
is silly and vulgar.

- They say "taxì" in Paris.
- Then we're even.

No, because in Italian...