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THE CAT 0' NINE TAILS'

So he caught it.

- But I told her...
- You told her?

I told her,

"I don't believe
your father dived down 400 meters

"and harpooned a whale."

Was I right, Cookie?

Of course you were.

It's not money I'm after.

I told you, it's not blackmail.

But I...
I'm obliged to report what I discovered.

I know it's disastrous for you,
but what can I do?

Wait.
My shoelace is undone.

Lori, have a look at that car
we just passed.

Who's inside?

Here.

There are two people inside.
I can only see the one who's talking.

Yes, I can wait a few days.
After that I'm not sure.

- Goodnight, Cookie.
- Goodnight, sweetie.

- Don't work too late.
- I'll just finish my crossword.

- Bye.
- Sleep tight.

CB.

CB.

Lori...

I told you, it's not blackmail.

Not blackmail... not blackmail...

This hot chick calls me.

She says,
"Your shirt's ready to collect."

I go into the changing room
to try it on, and Wham!

She whips off her T-shirt
and has nothing on underneath.

- What did you do?
- I bought another 30 shirts!

- See you later.
- Bye.

It's all yours.

GENETICS

He's asleep.

The damn...

Oh, my God!

TERZI INSTITUTE
FOR GENETIC RESEARCH

Maybe they got him to come out.

Look what they did to the poor guy.

Nasty blow to the head.

You're minding your own business
and theyjump on you.

Wait there.

- Watch that stick!
- Sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

What did you say?

- I said sorry, it was my fault.
- That's what I thought.

Here's your stick.

Thank you.
Tell me, what happened here?

A robbery, I think.
Someone beat up the guard.

- When?
- Last night. I'm not sure what time.

- Are you a cop?
- No, I'm a journalist.

- Excuse me.
- What's your name?

Giordani.

Press.

Hey.
Who's the inspector? Spimi?

- Yes, he's inside. They're all there.
- Thank you.

I didn't see anyone.
He came up behind me.

This way, Carlo.
It must be something big.

All the top brass
from headquarters are here.

- What was stolen?
- Nothing at all.

Have you taken photos?

Professor Terzi, the big boss here,
and his assistants.

Essen, Casom, Mombem
and Braun, the German guy.

- All here.
- Well done.

Definitely not.

- Giordani.
- Hello, Spimi.

Hello.

I'll sum it up for you
so you can leave us in peace.

It happened at 10:15pm.
The doctor on duty noticed it.

The thief beat up the guard, broke in
and left without taking anything.

Not a test tube,
not an ink bottle, nothing.

Not even a piece of paper.
Odd, isn't it?

Where's my father?

Anna T am.
The boss's daughter.

What research do they do here?

Genetics.
Biology.

Biochemistry.

Heredity.

They even offer pre-nuptial appointments
for people with loads of cash

who want top-quality offspring.

They come in,
see a pretty nurse and jack off.

They're told
if they have a hereditary disease

or if their gun's jammed.

- Just jacking off, then?
- No.

They do other research too.
Important top-secret stuff.

DIRECTOR

We conduct our research
with international partners.

It's highly confidential.

I must therefore ask you...

Ah, Anna.
Come in.

My daughter.

These gentlemen
are investigating the case.

Sit down, dear.

Anna helps me with my work.
She knows everything.

So, gentlemen, as I was saying,

our research
has far-reaching implications.

Without further tests
it can't be made public.

There could be serious misunderstandings.

So since nothing was stolen...

Excuse me, Professor.
We can't rule out espionage.

Documents could have been copied
without being taken away.

Casoni, I'm still in charge
of this institute.

I can make decisions
without your advice.

Not only that.

There's no evidence
to suggest espionage.

Unless you know something we don't.

- What? I know nothing.
- Exactly.

There's no point in fabricating stories.

However, I asked my staff to check
if any documents had been moved.

They didn't notice
anything out of the ordinary.

So... the professor is right.

We shouldn't overreact.

Of course it's indispensable...

Hello?

Yes, he's here.

Just a moment.

Don't worry, Professor,
we'll do our best.

I'm not interested in the reason.

I know, but as I said last night...

I don't understand why.

I see.
OK, I'll see you here at five.

Hi, Bianca.

Hi.

Why are the police here?

Why didn't they want to let me in?

Someone broke in last night.

Really?

- What did they take?
- Look...

I can't leave right now.

I still have some things to do.

I'll pick you up from home later, OK?

- I'm sorry.
- It's fine.

Listen to me.

I'm the only one who knows
what was stolen.

And who stole it.

- Are you going to tell the police?
- No.

I'm not telling anyone
for the time being.

But this could be a big boost
for my career.

- When's the train going to be here?
- Any minute now.

God, look at the state of him!

- Call an ambulance. Move back!
- Poor thing.

Come on, guys,
we forgot about the starlet.

Come on, or she won't get off.

- There she is.
- Hello.

- Smile, please.
- Hello, boys.

Stand still.

Is this OK?

Smile, bitch.
Your train just crushed a guy.

- Hi, Cookie.
- Hi, sweetie.

- Shall I read you the paper?
- Not now. Later.

RESEARCHER CRUSHED BY TRAIN

Is the puzzle hard?

You try.
Go on.

Respect...

- Dew?

- All due respect.
- He's dead.

Who?
Who's dead?

The man who was in the car last night.

- The one talking, remember?
- Yes.

The paper says,
"Researcher crushed by train.

"Dr. Calabresi, famous researcher
at the Terzi institute,

"was killed in an accident
at the central station."

- There's even a photo of him.
- Describe it.

There's a small photo of the man.
And a bigger one.

It shows him falling...
in front of the train.

Who wrote the article?

Carlo Giordani.

Giordani...

- Do you remember me?
- Of course.

- How are you?
- Fine.

- Who are you?
- My name's Lori.

- This is my uncle.
- I just came to ask...

Come into my office.

I didn't have time
to introduce myself yesterday.

Please sit down.

Here we go.

(My name's Franco Arnc').

I've come to talk
about Dr. Calabresi's death.

You must have noticed the coincidence -

the burglary at the institute
and the death of the researcher

just a few hours apart.

But it wasn't a proper burglary.

And Calabresi's death was an accident.

Our photographer even got a photo.

That's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

The photo
shows Dr. Calabresi falling, right?

Did your photographer
just enlarge part of the photo

or give you the whole image?

How do you know all this?

How do I know?

Let me explain.

I lost my sight in an accident.

Before that
I was a journalist, like you.

I didn't know.

Wipe that look of pity off your face.

I can't see it but I know it's there.

- Believe me, I wasn't...
- That's better.

Much better.
Now...

Tell me, was the photo cropped?

- Cropped?
- Yes.

I don't know.
Let's find out.

Ask the photographer
to look closely at the proof sheet.

Yes?

Hello.

No, I didn't print it all.

I cropped the left side.

- Have you got the proof sheet?
- Yes.

Look at it under a magnifying glass..

I'm an idiot.

I hadn't noticed
there was an arm and a hand.

It's a bit blurred
but you can definitely see it.

It looks like
someone pushed him under the train.

Print it. All of it.
I'm on my way.

All right.

I bet you were an ace reporter.
Let's go and get the photo.

Why didn't you tell the cops?

Who'd listen
to a blind man and a kid?

Anyway, this is more fun.

You see, I love solving puzzles.

What's wrong?

My friend the photographer is dead.

He was killed, then disfigured.

You should go.

I've called the police.

Out you get.

Let the cream thicken
for ten minutes.

Add pepper, nutmeg, butter
and a drop or two of cognac.

Meanwhile, put the tortellini
in a warm bowl and...

Morsella, I don't give a damn
about your wife's tortellini.

- I was just making conversation.
- Very kind of you.

I'd like to know where Spimi has got to.

I'm here.

I had to wait
for the pathologist's report.

He thinks we're dealing with a maniac.

First he strangled Righetto.

Then he disfigured him
with a razor or a blade.

Something very sharp.

Thanks.
See you later.

Do me a favor, Giordani.

Don't link the two deaths.
It might alert the murderer.

Or murderers.

Do you believe the maniac theory?

That's what the pathologist says.

I want to know what he thinks.

I don't have any leads.

Only a hunch.

What was Calabresi like?

A bit lifeless. He lived alone.
He was from Padua.

Did he have a wife or a lover?

You're never satisfied,
are you, Giordani?

He had a fiancée who was crazy about him.
Her name's Bianca Merusi.

A nice girl.

- And...
- That's all for now.

Mombelli. About 40.
Talking to Casoni.

Casoni's about 28.
They're arguing.

Esson's come out.
He's about 40 and he's in a hurry.

Here's Braun the German.

Very elegant.
He has a chauffeur-driven white Jaguar.

And finally Terzi and his daughter Anna.

A handsome guy, doesn't look his age.

As for Anna, she's quite a peach.

The cops are on Terzi's tail.

Why's that?

I'll tell you why.

They know that the key to the puzzle
lies inside the institute.

Calabresi was killed
because he'd discovered something.

Something very important.

- Who is it? Lori?
- Yes.

Say hello to Giordani.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Hi, Cookie.
- Hi, sweetie.

Why do you call him Cookie?

Cookies are sweet
and I love them dunked in chocolate.

We're both alone in the world.

I don't have any family
and she lost her parents.

We're more than father and daughter.

- Well, I'll be off.
- Where to?

To talk to Bianca, Calabresi's fiancée.

If I were you, I'd go and see
Professor Terzi's daughter.

You said he's a widower, right?

Yes.

Men who are alone
confide in their daughters.

Meanwhile,
Lori and I will drop in on Bianca.

We have a little hunch, don't we?

Yes.

All right.
You follow your hunch.

You're starting to enjoy this.

More exciting than your puzzles, right?

LATEST DETAILS
ON PHOTOGRAPHER'S MURDER

THE WEAPON: A RAZOR?

Honestly, these reporters.

Have you read the article?

It says that the killer
might be a barber.

Those are the exact words.

Right, Pepe?

A crazy barber?
I ask you.

Where do reporters get their ideas?

Put your head back.

- Feeling a bit hot, sir?
- No.

It's totally absurd.

Let's suppose one of us goes crazy

and cuts someone up with a razor.

We wouldn't just randomly hack at him.

Am I right?

Years and years of handling
our customers' throats.

Always careful
to avoid the slightest slip.

If one of us lost his rag,
what would he do?

Lop off a nose or an ear?

No, he'd grab a razor, and zap!

A clean cut to the throat.

- Did I hurt you?
- No.

No.

- I haven't finished.
- Do it tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Then she adds some ham,
chopped very finely,

and a tiny bit of garlic.

Do you like garlic?

- No, it gives me heartburn.
- Pity.

- Yes?
- Professor Terzi, please.

- And you are?
- Never mind, it's urgent.

The professor isn't in.

- And his daughter Anna?
- She's not in either.

- The institute is on fire.
- What? A fire?

Hey, where are you going?

- Where's the professor?
- Out, I said.

- In there?
- No.

- I bet he's upstairs.
- He isn't.

We'll see about that.

- Wait!
- What is it?

This madman forced his way in.

- Who are you?
- My name's Carlo Giordani.

I'm a reporter.
Can I talk to you?

- No, I'm busy.
- It's important.

- It's about the murder.
- What murder?

Calabresi's.

But it was an accident.

So they say, but it was murder.

Very well.

Come up.

I'll see you later.

- Miss Merusi?
- Yes.

Could I talk to you for a minute, please?

Esson?
Can you come up, please?

- Goodbye.
- Thank you.

You could do with
learning some manners.

Poor Esson.
Have some pity for him.

I just refused to be his lover
for the hundredth time.

What's your name?

Carlo Giordani.
As I said earlier.

- Are you always so frank?
- Not always.

Why all the secrets with my father?

I gave him some information.

And he gave me some too.

And then?

He decided to look into some things.
And I decided to look into others.

Such as?

To do with the institute.

There's no need to be mysterious
after forcing your way in.

You're rude.
Damn journalist.

Huh!
You're not so refined yourself.

- Aren't I?

Look at the way you're sitting,
showing me your legs.

I can't say I'm impressed,
although your legs aren't bad.

You think I'm rude?

I've tried changing, but I can't.

So be it.

What a tirade!

I deserve it.

Let's call a truce.
Take me somewhere.

Come on.

I'm sorry I can't help.

If the police can't find it in his house,
how can I?

It was just an idea.
Sorry to bother you.

Lori, what did she have
round her neck?

A watch on a gold chain.

An old watch
with a photo of the dead man.

Hello.

It's Bianca.

There could be trouble.
This guy's been round.

See the car behind us?

It's the police.
Watch this.

They're crazy.

There aren't any seatbelts.

- Scared?
- No.

Crazy idiots!

Goddammit..

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

My father founded the institute.

He recently hired
four genetics experts.

They're working on two projects.

One's for a revolutionary new drug.

The other's for the government.

It's highly confidential research
into the XYY chromosomal variation,

which apparently indicates
criminal tendencies.

I've read about research in the US.
It's an interesting theory.

Not just interesting,
it's explosive.

It's already been used
by the defense in four trials.

What's wrong?

Nothing.
I'm just a bit on edge.

So many strange things have happened.

Strange things?

Nothing important.

It's probably just my imagination.

You asked about my father's assistants.

Essen you've met..

He's English.
Well respected.

Outside of work
he has a good sense of humor.

But at work he can be very hard.
Even violent.

Mombelli's a good technician,
but without much ambition.

He lives in my father's shadow.

Then there's Casoni.
The prodigy of the group.

He graduated very young.

He's had a brilliant career
with international recognition.

And finally there's Braun.

- A strange guy.
- In what way?

He hangs out at the St Peter's Club.

- You're here?
- Hi. Aren't you going to look at me?

Come and sit down.

It's a present from a friend.
Are you jealous?

No, definitely not.

Professor Braun?

Yes?

I'd like to talk to you.

Of course.
Join us.

No, thank you.

It's a delicate matter.

All right.

I'll be right back.

- Please, sit down.
- Thank you.

So what is it?

- Well, I just...
- Wow, what wonderful eyes.

- Really?
- Stupendous.

Blue shot with red.
Very rare.

Rare?

I didn't know.

No...

- What do you do?
- I'm a journalist.

No, don't go.

I want to talk to you about the institute.

It's OK, Manuel.
Everything's fine.

Your colleague Calabresi was murdered.

- Really?
- And I have a hunch.

Someone at the lab is selling
information about a secret drug.

That's your opinion.
What can I say?

Am I right or wrong?

I'm not the least bit interested.

So what if there's a spy?

I'm a scientist, not a detective.

I've already been questioned
three times by the police.

Very embarrassing.

What did you tell them?

Everything I know.

That is...

nothing.

Do you want some advice?
Leave the investigating to them.

Industrial espionage is hot stuff.

A dangerous game.

You might get your lovely fingers burnt.

The car...

At the station.

Stop.

Wait here.

5:00PM - STATION
MEETING WITH

Here's what we've got so far.

The five scientists.

And Anna, that makes six.

And Bianca Merusi.

Seven.

The missing photos.

Eight.

And the break-in at the institute.

Nine.

- Anything else?
- No, nothing else.

That's all, then.

Nine leads to follow.

A cat with nine tails.

Cat 0' nine tails - the navy whip.

If we could grab just one of them,
we might be able to solve the puzzle.

But we must be quick

because the killer
is getting desperate.

- Shall I get it?
- No, let me.

- Hello.
- It's Bianca Merusi.

I've found out who murdered my fiancé.

Yes.
Of course.

I'm...

Just a minute.
Don't hang up.

I heard a noise in another room.

I'll go and see.

No, I'm not imagining it.

I found a note that proves it.

I'd like you to give it to the police.

Yes, I want the murderer caught.

But I want to stay out of it.

All right.
I'll explain when I see you.

OK, see you soon.

She was murdered.

That's why she didn't show up.

Damn it.

The police found
something interesting in her flat

but they didn't tell me what.

I have some news too.

This came this morning.

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DECIDED TO FIND OUT
WHY PEOPLE ARE DYING

AND ENDED UP
ON THE LIST TOO

I thought we'd kept out of it,
but no such luck. The murderer's onto us.

Looks like it.

- Are you worried?
- No.

I'm not worried about myself.

It's Lori I'm worried about.

I've sent her away.

To an old friend's.

Good.

So what next?

We drop everything and save our skins.

That would be sensible.

By the way, I've been investigating
our researchers.

Mombelli's clean
but Casoni was fired from his last job.

I couldn't find out why,
but his past is a bit dubious.

Aren't all our pasts
a little bit dubious?

Oh, and Braun is living the high life.

Villas, yachts, parties.

Where does he get the money?

Professor Terzi, may I talk to you?

Can it wait?
I was about to go out.

It's important.
Can I come in?

All right.

This is strictly confidential.

Swear you won't publish it.

Of course.

First, we're on our way
to developing a wonder drug

which will eliminate
hereditary diseases and deformities.

Then there's the XYY.

As you know, our chromosome
structure is made up of X and Y genes.

To simplify this,
a framework has been devised

in the shape of a triangle, like this.

It's made up of rows
of alternating X and Y genes.

This triangle ends
with an X and a Y.

But in very rare cases

the structure ends
with an X followed by two Ys.

Recently an American research team
examined the inmates of a prison

and made an amazing discovery.

Of the 200 convicted murderers
examined,

a very high percentage
had the extremely rare XYY pattern.

So this XYY pattern
indicates a criminal tendency?

At least a tendency
to abnormal aggression.

You can see that this would challenge
both psychoanalysis

and the present state penal system.

So, to eliminate
crime and violence completely,

you would simply examine
children at birth

and isolate those with the extra Y.

I see.

Any thoughts about the break-in
and the murders?

Of course.

But don't expect me to tell you.

I value my life too highly.

No, I don't have any suspicions.

It's just been a series of accidents
and coincidences.

The police and the press
are the ones looking for connections.

But there aren't any.

So everything's normal?

Absolutely.

Have many people had the XYY test?

Who told you about our research?

Professor Terzi.

About 500 people.

Including the staff from the institute?

Yes.
All of us.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'm very busy.

Good bye.

Good evening.

- Good evening. How are things?
- Not so great.

The humidity is bad for my rheumatism.

Is Inspector Spimi there?

No, he's just gone out.

Ask him to call Carlo Giordani
as soon as he's back.

- All right.
- Thank you.

- Hello.

Come in.

- Nice place.
- Thanks.

- How come...
- What?

How come you're paying me a visit
at this time of night?

To have a chat with you.

A chat?

Why with me?
Are you tired of your friends?

Can't I look for new friends?

What are you here for?

Stop being so defensive.

I didn't expect to see you, that's all.

Well, I'm here now.

Right.

Sorry...
Would you like a drink?

I've only got milk.

No, thank you.

Do you know how many people
make love every second?

- No.
- 780, on average.

Seriously.

And I wouldn't like
to lower the average.

I realized that.

But I wanted to see what trick you'd use
to get me into bed.

None at all.

- Milk?
- Yes, please.

Hello?

- It's Arno. They tried.
- What?

They tried to kill me
by tampering with my gas hob.

I only just had time
to open the Window.

Oh, my God.

- No problems at your end?
- No.

They might try something else with you.
Watch out.

Right.

Thanks.

- Did you drink any?
- No.

Do you see?

What's going on?

They tried to kill me.
The milk...

It's poisoned.

You be careful too.

Try to stay out of town.

You think I should?

My father wants us to go
to our country house this weekend.

Then go.

For the weekend, you said?
When will you be back?

Sunday night.

Polecat, hound dog, skunk.
Fart-ass, pain in the butt, turd.

Slimeball, bed-wetter, snot-nose.

The priest: 125.

Gigi the Loser:
137 insults without stopping.

The winner is Gigi the Loser.

Cough up.

Ball-breaker.
I forgot that one.

Hello.

I see you're in good form.
You've got some new ones.

I had a Tunisian cellmate.
He knew a few that I didn't.

Have you got a minute?

- Gigi, I need a favor.
- Go ahead.

- For old times' sake.
- Anything you say.

I need a little job doing.

Only you can do it.

Are you crazy?
Forget it, I'm straight now.

I need to go and help my mum in the shop.

No, this is different.

Do you like melons?
I have loads.

It's easy.
It will be fine.

Nothing's easy for me.

I get arrested
just for looking at a Cinquecento.

It's no coincidence
that I'm called Gigi the Loser.

Look, it's not a robbery.
We're not stealing anything.

- Really?
- Really.

- You just need to open a few drawers.
- Locked?

Probably.

Breaking and entering -
three years and seven months.

Wouldn't it be funny if Professor Terzi
came back and surprised us?

Et voila'.

It happens.

Not bad.

- Come on.
- Are you sure no one's in?

Definitely.

You said no one was home.
Son of a bitch.

I was misinformed.

Wait.
Now we're inside, let's do it.

Yes, but we're locked in.

Can't you even open a door?

All right, but make it quick.

Gigi, come here.

Look.

Callard and Smith, 1953.
Piece of cake.

Here we go.

"Juvenile Court of Rome.

"Anna Marini, born 26th April 1948,
resident in this city...

"The court declares that Fulvio Terzi
has permission to adopt Anna Marini."

She's not his daughter.

Open it.

"I founded the institute. It will carry
my name. I hope it will be successful.

"I'm desperate and alone.

"I am unable to have
normal relationships with women.

"Professor P. says
it's a question of induced fantasies.

"Anna is a very beautiful girl.
She will become a splendid woman.

"I adore her.

"I ask myself, does a father normally
have these feelings for a daughter?

"Anna has turned 18.
I'm happy when she is near me.

"Why does Anna despise me?

"She doesn't love me.
I'm sure of it."

Let's go.

What did you find out?

Don't be angry.
I can't tell you.

We're holding a press conference tomorrow.

A press conference?

- But you promised...
- To give you exclusivity?

Try to understand.
It wouldn't be right.

You're a real bastard.

Of course.
Cops are all bastards.

We force people to confess,
we're corrupt.

We kick students' heads in.

But some of my assistants
are real gossip-mongers.

Morsella, for example.

He has a very loose tongue.

He can never keep a secret.

One of these days
I'll stick a muzzle on him.

I bet if you went to see him
he'd probably let it slip

that in Bianca Merusi's closet

we found 10 million lire in cash
and the secret formula for the Terzi drug.

Can you imagine?

She seemed so innocent.

She seduced Calabresi
to get inside the institute.

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

If you press him, Morsella will tell you
that Braun and the girl met a lot.

It certainly wasn't for sex.
He's queer.

- Have you arrested him?
- Don't ask me.

Ask Morsella.

He may let it slip that Braun
hasn't been seen since Bianca died.

That Morsella!

What a big mouth.

Just as well I keep an eye on him.

GERMAN SCIENTIST
SUSPECTED OF THREE MURDERS

- Mr. Giordani?
- Yes.

- Can I come in?
- Yes, of course.

I have some news
which may interest you.

I'm sorry, but I don't recall...

Don't worry, we've never met.

May I?

Even if you knew my name,
it wouldn't mean anything.

I've just read your article about Braun.

I know you're looking for him.

I can tell you where he is.

But hurry, he's about to leave.

Look, my paper isn't rich.

This isn't about money.

I just want him caught.

For reasons I won't trouble you with.

But as you can imagine,

I don't want
anything to do with the police.

That's why I've come to you.

If you hurry, you can find Braun
in a villa on the outskirts of the city.

The address is Via Rovereto 20.

Thanks.

You may despise me.

You may think I'm an informer
and what I'm doing is contemptible.

But I need to have my revenge.

Do you know the boy Braun's with,
Manuel?

Yes.

Braun stole him from me.

Manuel was with me before.

We lived together for three years.

When Braun goes to prison,
I hope Manuel will come back.

If he doesn't, I'll kill myself.

Braun?

Professor Braun?
Are you here?

Don't worry, I'm not with the cops.
I'm alone.

Where's Braun?
Tell me.

- You bastard, you know where he is.
- I don't know a damn thing. Has he left?

So you've never been here before?

I asked you where Braun is.

He's over there.

Another dead end.

We're back at square one.

There we go.

- Do you want some help?
- No, my hands still work.

Besides, I like them this way.

There's cheese too.

We've dug up a load of dirt
but no killer.

- These grapes are good.
- Help yourself.

There's just one thing missing.

And that is?

The note Bianca told us about.

- The killer must have it.
- Maybe.

But Bianca was a shrewd operator.
She could have hidden it.

Her handbag would be too obvious.

An old watch
with a photo of the dead man.

Maybe...
Maybe that's it.

Come on.

Hey.
Help me.

Wait.

Here.

Your stick.

Fancy burying the girl
with the damn locket round her neck.

Talk about taking secrets to the grave.

- SECTOR G
- This way.

Pity we had to come at night.

Ever heard of daytime grave robbers?

- Are we grave robbers now?
- What else are we?

If someone jumps on us,
you're on your own.

I'll hang on to you.

It really is a deathly silence.

Absolutely.
But there's something here.

What?

- Did you hear that?
- Yes. Keep still.

It could have been a cat.

Maybe.

They say cats sleep in graveyards.

Didn't you know that?

Hold on.

This is it.
We're here.

It's padlocked.

It shouldn't be hard to open.

- Shall I go in?
- Yes, go on.

- Go on.
- OK, I'm going.

Just a minute.

- If you hear anything, call me.
- Go on, hurry.

They haven't put her away yet.

Good.

How's it going?

I'm unscrewing it.

- Can you hear anything?
- No. Nothing.

It stinks in here.

I told you we weren't
going walking in the mountains.

Found it!

Open it.

Nothing.
Just the clock face.

The back.
Open the back.

- Nothing. It's empty.
- Give it to me.

Bring it here.
Give it to me.

Quickly.

Come on.

Here.

What's that?

- A little spring.
- Break it.

It's here, I've found it.

What does it say?

I can see letters but it's stuck together.
I don't want to rip it.

We'll read it later.
Close the coffin.

All done.

Hey!

Arno?

Arno, what's going on?

Open up.
What are you doing? Open the door.

Shit.

Giordani?

Say something.

Where are you?
Don't play games.

I'm here.

Giordani.

Where are you?

Hurry up, let's get out of here.

What happened up there?

Lori...
He's got Lori.

- Lori...
- He wanted the note.

- But you didn't give...
- I had no choice.

- It was our only evidence.
- Now we have some more.

What would that be?

He's wounded.
I stabbed him with the blade of my stick.

I heard him yelling.

Please...

We may still be in time to find Lori.

- She left a few minutes ago.
- I told you to keep her here.

- But the taxi driver gave me a note.
- What note?

- This one.
- Let's see.

Are we going to see Cookie?

Why don't you answer?

Tell me or I won't get in.

Can the driver
who went to Via Frentani 12

report immediately
to Piazza Duomo?

Thank you.

- Hello.
- I've got the child With me.

I'll kill her if you tell the police..

No, I won't tell anyone.

I'll keep her for a few days..

Keep your mouths shut.
I've got some business to finish.

If anything happens,
you'll get her back with her throat cut.

Arno, what's going on?

What's going on?

Someone who's killed four times
won't think twice about killing a child.

Have you got friends in the police?

The wound is proof.
He can't just make it go away.

All right, I'm in.
NI help you.

- Remember...
- We'll do it your way. No publicity.

Morsella...

Morsella, come up.

I need to talk to you.

What's wrong?

In there.

Well?
What's happened?

Lots of things.

And some of them to do with you.

First, you're not Terzi's daughter.

- I'd have told you...
- And that you're more than that to him?

Yes.
I'd have told you.

Let's talk.

We'll talk some other time.

There are more important things
to deal with.

The night you came to my flat, the killer
left shortly before you arrived.

What are you saying?

You held the glass for almost a minute
before I threw it away,

but you didn't drink a drop.

Maybe you knew the milk tasted bad.

Another coincidence...
Arno stabbed the killer this evening.

How did you hurt your hand?

You started putting things together when
you found out about me and Terzi, right?

It got me thinking.

Stupid narrow-minded journalist.

Two and two make four.

An Italian-style equation.

Whore plus liar equals murderer.

And I thought
I'd met a civilized man.

Excuse me.
I found this broken vase upstairs.

Is it a deep cut?

Giordani?

Let's go.

We're done here.

Everyone comes in through
the main door except the directors.

They have their own keys
and come in through a side door.

Come on.

- Where now?
- This way.

Listen.

You go.
I'd rather wait here.

As you wish.

Nothing here either.

CONFERENCE ROOM

- Check these rooms.
- Nothing.

Nothing here either.
Nothing.

Nothing.

Come and check the loft.

Not here either.

We're done.

It's no use.
She's not here.

All we can do now
is inform headquarters,

then start a full-scale search.

Do you agree?

Yes.
Fine.

- Where's the phone?
- Down on the fifth floor.

Casoni?

They put your life at risk.
I warned them.

Giordani?
Where are you?

Over there!

Keep still.
Don't move.

Don't move. Keep still
or I'll run this right through you.

- It's you?
- Leave him, Arno.

Don't come any closer or I'll kill him.

No!

I had to do it.
I had no choice.

I found out that I had the XYY variant
and I was predisposed to murder.

- They would have thrown me out.
- What have you done with Lori?

- Tell me!
- I replaced my file with a negative one.

No one would have realized
but Calabresi knew.

He tried to blackmail me.
I had to kill him, and the others too.

I'm not interested in any of this.

Where's Lori?

- I killed her.
- Leave him. He's insane.

You'll never get her back.

I killed her.

How could you kill an innocent child

who was only eight years old?

Cookie?

Cookie!

Cookie!