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- Did you calculate the parabola?
- Yes, with an approximate

Instantaneous speed of 70 km/ h and
reaction and braking times close to 0.

- I would say 15 or 16 meters.
- 15 or 16?

It depends a lot
on various incalculable factors:

psychophysical conditions of the
subject, instantaneous speed...

- 15 or 16?
- Why does it matter, Professor?

- 15 or 16?
- 16, I'd say 16.

Perfect. We have plenty of room.

Plenty of room to what?

To verify it.

16 meters.

Bring something to open it.

Have you checked the damages
to the chromatograph?

Yes, the diaphragm pump's inverter
is gone and maybe even

the mixing chamber,
but the main body help up well.

It'll take maximum
up to a week to fix it.

Good.

Maybe we should call
an ambulance, no?

- An ambulance?
- We have the chromatograph now.

Perhaps the driver could be rescued.

Calling an ambulance
would be too risky for us.

Yes, but...

We're not calling any ambulance.

An ambulance?

I'm a jerk!

But concerning the moral and academic
caliber of my colleagues, you can't...

Put it over there.

Now we can start.

ONE YEAR LATER

REGINA COELI PENITENTIARY

Do you know why you are here?

Because they've requested
a psychological evaluation.

- Who has requested it?
- The jail superintendent.

Why?

Do we have to repeat this every week?

- Do you know why?
- We have to repeat it every week.

Because for months I've been saying
that there's a crazy criminal

who has synthesized nerve gas
and is ready to use it.

Can you give me his name so that
we can hand him over to justice?

- 1 don't know his name.
- So you are saying that

there's an unknown person out there
who is ready to commit a massacre

and he's also the creator of Sopox,
the paralegal substance

that the magistrate
ascribes to you and your gang.

I've been stressed,
I just said that stuff randomly...

- You said that last week too.
- But now I'm super sure about it.

What is this?

It's a letter...
but it shouldn't be here.

Who is this letter for?

For the President.

So, three days ago, you wrote
to the President to say what?

To tell him that out there,
there's an unknown person

who is ready to commit a massacre.

Zinni, do you realize that you have
no proof to claim such a thing?

So you're a complete idiot then!

Completely stupid!

Do you understand
that there's someone...

It's all in you head.

- I looked this guy in the eye...
- Calm down, see you next week.

Next!

- How are the others doing?
- Not so great.

Andrea's hunger strike
was not very successful,

also because it only lasted an
afternoon, he just skipped a snack.

I tried to get Mattia transferred
to Giorgio's prison,

but the prosecutor wants you all
in separate prisons

because you are too dangerous
when you're together.

Vittorio, when is this fucking trial?
I have a lot to say.

- Ok, but enough with the nerve gas.
- Enough? But it's true!

I know it's true,
but the situation is too complicated.

The trial is being delayed
also because

it's hard to define
the crimes committed.

"Assault on the train"
only has one judicial precedent

that dates back on an 1845 verdict
of the Royal House of Bourbon.

You weren't on the train that day,
so you're the one who can save us.

- Tell me there is a hope.
- What hope, Pietro?

There's no hope.

Your call has been forwarded
to the voicemail box.

Hi, Giulia, yes, it's me again.

But if I call you various times a day,
every day, then maybe,

it's because I have to tell you
some very important things.

For example, that
I have the legal right

to see my son more than once a month.

And as for the money...

I'm organizing myself,
I just need some time.

- Zinni! It's their turn now.
- I'm talking with my wife.

No, you're talking to a voicemail box!
Plus, there's someone to see you.

Me?

Hi, Pietro.
Alice Gentili, nice to meet you.

You don't know me,
but maybe we can help each other.

It's my fault
if you're in this situation.

Your fault?

I'm a journalist.
Well, not exactly, I have a blog.

I was writing an article about Sopox
when I found out about your gang.

- 1 have nothing to do with Sopox.
- 1 know.

But you were caught red-handed in
the lab where Sopox was being made.

There are too many things

not making sense.
Sopox is not on the market anymore,

which would prove the allegations
against you to be true, but why

was the mastermind of the operation,
Paola Coletti, downgraded?

I decided to start
from the only clue I had.

What do you know about the lab
where Sopox was being produced?

What do 1 know? Nothing.

1 did some research.

It was a technopole, designed to be
one of the most futuristic in Europe.

They opened two departments:
Naval Engineering

and Inorganic Chemistry.

Then an accident left one person
dead and another severely injured,

that was Claudio Felici,
a naval engineer.

Why are you telling me this stuff?

You and 1 want the same thing,
finding out who made Sopox.

- And you can help me.
- Me? No, ask...

Claudio Felici.

I can't see him because
he's in solitary confinement.

He's in jail too?

Yes, in Rebibbia.
They call him "Murena".

- Murena?
- Enough, the meeting is over.

Professor Zinni
is in preventive detention,

he can't give statements and you
can't do what you did as a journalist.

You risk being barred
from the register.

- I'm not in the official register.
- See?

Are you mad? You're talking
to a reporter about the nerve gas?

What has the nerve gas
got to do with this?

- Nothing.
- I knew we could help each other.

I told you everything I knew,
now it's your turn.

- Sopox isn't a drug, it's nerve gas.
- It's not true!

- Do you have a proof?
- Not yet.

Vittorio, you need to get me
transferred to Rebibbia.

What do you mean?
This isn't the transfer market.

- You need to tell me everything.
- Thank you.

Get me transferred to Rebibbia,
I need to talk to Murena,

maybe there's still hope.
Trust me.

REBIBBIA PENITENTIARY

What's up, Chief?

Ulisse, It's been two weeks
that we're working on diction

and you're singing
like a Roman hooligan!

Me'? 1 respected the diction.

This should be the opening aria
of the Barber of Seville

but it seems the ballad of Rugantino!

What are you laughing at, Ahmed?

You're serving a life sentence,
which is fine,

but, if the accountant leaves,
where will I find another Rosina?

They keep decriminalizing
false accounting,

and I keep making things up
to keep him here. Isn't it true?

Yes.

I remind you that
I'm risking it all with this show.

The reputation of the
entire prison complex is at stake.

Everyone will be there,
local and national TV stations...

- Chief...
- Radios, journalists...

- Wanna make an ass of ourselves?
- Chief...

Saverio, I'm talking to the company.

- Zinni is here.
- Who?

Zinni, the one from Regina Coeli
who is here for the teaching position.

Well... Let's go check him out.

"Zinni Pietro, neurobiologist,

graduated summa cum laude,
master's upon master's,

accused of production and
trafficking of paralegal substances,

recidivist, armed gang
and train assault."

What do they mean?

It's not a crime
that can easily be classified.

It reminds me of John Ford's
"Stagecoach". Have you seen it?

I don't think so.

Terrible! You must watch it.

It's a masterpiece!

Do you have any artistic ambitions?

What do you mean?

Do you like movies and theater?

Of course.

Can you act?

I'm asking because
the pride of this prison

is its artistic component,

an essential part
of the re-educational program.

You're a man of science
and that's going to be enough.

You asked to be transferred here
for teaching.

We'll give you a mixed class,

that you will lead
to some sort of diploma.

It's 800 euros net per month.

- Is that clear?
- Clear.

Your emotional condition
is very understandable.

The arrest at the hospital
was unpleasant and traumatic,

on the day the child was born...
terrible style!

I mentioned it to the judge,
who understood and was very sorry.

Yes, you already told me,

and also about this alleged agreement
with the police that everybody denies.

However, Pietro is in jail,
accused of a number of crimes...

No, all the indictments
are being widely contested.

1 think that in about six months,
maximum one year,

just enough time for the preliminary
hearing, Pietro will be out.

I've heard this before.

1 know, but this time it's different.
He's been transferred to Rebibbia,

where the detention conditions are
better, and he got a job as teacher.

He's giving you and the child
all the money he earns.

- I should thank him?
- No, but...

I would like to ask you if he can
see his son a little more often.

Now we just have
to balance the element

adding...

Adding what?

Electrons! Redox reactions are
the basis of the eleventh grade.

What do you think? How are you
going to get this degree?

For some of you this represent a
chance for probation. Right, Ahmed?

Yes...

Saved by the bell.

You must put in the effort.

Spartaco, you started well,
and then you stopped.

How stressful!

Professor... The door...

Ulisse, listen...

You're reluctant to discuss
the details of this matter, but...

- Any news on Murena?
- You gonna ask me it every day?

He got into a fight with the Albanians
and some people were stabbed.

So they gave him one more year and
two months of solitary confinement.

- Rumor has it he's out.
- What do 1 know'? I'm not his nanny.

Thanks, Ulisse, always enlightening.

Felici, your isolation period is over.

Felici, isolation is over, come on!

Isolation is over.

What should we do? Are you getting up
or should I go get you a coffee?

Go Murena!

Murena, there's a guy
who's looking for you.

He asked to be transferred
from Regina Coeli to speak with you.

Come on,
he just came out of isolation...

He's been here two months, he's a
professor. His name is Pietro Zinni.

Of course, it's difficult,
we're doing redox reactions,

but Arabs have got numbers
in their blood.

In six months,
you'll be getting out on probation.

- Who told you that?
- Vittorio.

What does he know? He's
a canon lawyer, this is criminal law.

Did you read the papers
you have to sign?

It's important, don't act as usual.

I understand, Giulia...
Why do we have to rush things?

After all you've done,
you say not to rush things?

- How's Fabio?
- What's Fabio got to do with it?

1 read on a not-very-recent
news magazine that

the Turkish-Syrian border is a mess.

I thought Fabio is definitely
saving innocent lives there,

where he's fucking needed.
- Pietro, please, don't be childish.

Anyway, he's in Rome.

Help me understand... He must be
the only Doctor Without Borders

who never goes beyond
the Rome ring road.

Millions of children to be saved,
and he wants to save mine.

- Who seems to be doing just fine.
- He has invited here

to receive an honorary degree
in international mediation.

- And you'll accompany him.
- Yes.

It's an important ceremony,
attended by the Rector, the Deans.

- He didn't want to go alone.
- Sure, you sacrificed yourself.

- Pietro, sign the papers.
- Yes, I understand, the papers...

Saverio, how long does the visit last?
It'd have ended 30 minutes ago.

- Here...
- Pietro, the papers.

Sure.

We'll talk next week.

I've been doing the signal
for half an hour.

- I'm sorry, I didn't notice.
- We rehearsed it 50 times.

When 1 do this, you interrupt
the visit. What does it take'?

- I got distracted, Prof.
- You're a public servant

who has social functions to fulfill.
If there's a prisoner in trouble,

you can't get distracted.
You owe me a favor.

That's shit! If the Chief hears you,
he'll take the part away from you.

- Why the fuck are you looking for me?
- Hello, Claudio, I'm very happy

to see you as well.

- I realize we've had differences...
- Why the fuck are you looking for me?

Have you disinfected it? All we need
is for the tetanus to come back.

Okay... I have to ask you
something very important.

You want to ask me not to kill you
and it'll be useless!

No, I need to ask you about
the accident at the technopole.

What do you care?

Someone is using it to produce
nerve gas! Stop, you're hurting me!

The Ettore Majorana technopole

was supposed to be the most
innovative tech center in Europe.

It's an honor for me today, on behalf
of the entire administration,

to inaugurate
the Departments of Naval Engineering

and Inorganic Chemistry,

directed by Professor Felici...
Who is he? There.

And Professor Mercurio
and Professor Pardi.

But this is only the beginning,
we're moving forward quickly.

The Department of Geology
will be inaugurated next year

and in 2001 we'll have
Biodynamic Agriculture,

until completing the entire plan

no later than 2004.

Thank you. Professors, come take
a picture. More to the right.

Come on!
Here are my professors!

Smile, come on. It's a good thing!

The construction stopped
a few days later.

In the next five years,
the only functioning labs were ours,

mine and that of Walter and Ginevra.

Do you need the Bunsen burner?
Because mine is gone.

No, you can take it.
But we must ask for another one

we can't go on like this for long.

Are you coming to my place tonight?

Tonight, I don't think I can.

Tomorrow I'd have to go to my place
to shower and change. I'd be late.

We both know what is the solution
to all our logistical problems.

- Are we still talking about marriage?
- Yes.

What the world describes
as feelings are nothing but a change

in the levels of dopamine and
serotonin that the brain produces.

When two people are in love, the brain
starts a hyper production of dopamine,

whose symptoms are extreme happiness,

closure of the stomach and loss
of appetite and concentration.

The next stage is the production

of oxytocin, a hormone
that regulates lasting love,

that of a mother for her child, that
of 2 people that want to get married.

I am in the oxytocin phase.
What are you secreting?

Walter. I can't believe
you asked me what am I secreting.

If this is a wedding proposal...

Three weeks of work wasted. It's
the third time, did you tell them?

- I sent them eight emails.
- Do it again, I can't work this way.

After the initial excitement, both the
attention and the funding stopped.

The alternative was closing down,
so we made a virtue of necessity.

"The faculty cannot divert funds
to the technopole."

"We are awaiting news from
the Ministry that has ensured us

that with the Cabinet reshuffle,
the situation could unblock."

Attilio, keep the rope straight.

- Professor, should we bring it down?
- What do you mean?

This must stay here for two hours,
then we will gently bring it down.

Gently, ok? The locker has been
treated with sulphuric acid.

You talk about being precise
with these awful quality cables.

We all know
the economical situation...

- What's going on?
- There's a leakage, let's evacuate.

- Where's Ginevra?
- I don't know, we need to go.

So this is the alarm.

Following the safety procedures,
let's prepare to evacuate...

The alarm has blocked the handle,
push the crash bar!

- 1 can't.
- Push the crash bar'.!

Use the crash bar now!

Open this fucking door!

Professor, our condolences.

- Thank you, boys.
- What happened is terrible.

That lab sucked,
it wasn't even finished.

They didn't give a shit!

- You can count on us.
- Really, Professor, for anything.

The rigmarole that followed
was worse than the accident.

The entire scientific community
and our insurance group

are deeply shaken by what happened.

Anyway, the surveyors have analyzed

the safety standards of the lab
and the result

unfortunately, has been negative.

Not to mention the lack of attention
even for the basic safety measures.

Miss Pardi was not even wearing

the safety shoes
provided by the regulation.

If you resign, the University
is happy, the insurance too,

and you'll be free to start
a new career wherever you want.

I don't understand, I thought
the insurance was going to pay me.

You weren't listening when
I told you about the safety shoes.

1 have a third degree burn on 40% of
my face with optic nerve impairment.

Don't become a hypochondriac,
Mr. Felici, please.

They all blamed those who had already
paid. Also the trial was a disaster.

No objective responsibility emerges
if not negligence and recklessness

on behalf of Dr. Ginevra Pardi.

The prosecutor archives the file

relating to
the Civitavecchia technopole...

So, through the dock workers
1 met at the shipyard,

I redesigned the hull
of a high-speed dinghy

that goes from Budva to Bari twice
a week. And they paid me in cash.

- They paid you!
- They needed a boat

that could go faster
than the Coast Guard.

They didn't need more horsepower
but a fluid-dynamic intervention.

And I did it.

These guys move cocaine
from Montenegro to Italy.

Anyway, I had to come up
with something.

I couldn't sit all day
looking at myself in the mirror.

Also because... Looking at me?

They wanted to meet me.

You should have seen their faces when
they saw me, I look meaner than them.

They asked me my name.
1 was about to say-.

"Nice to meet you,
I'm Claudio Felici".

Then I realized I shouldn't give them
my real name.

- So I thought about my grandpa.
- Your grandpa?

He designed the keel of a submarine
of the Royal Navy's, Triton Class.

- Do you know its name?
- No.

Murena. So, I'm like:
"Nice to meet you, I'm Murena."

This weird voice came out,
hoarse and evil.

I was about to laugh but not them.
They were serious and scared.

- Do that voice again.
- My name is Murena.

- And they stayed serious?
- Yes, that was the strange part.

1 don't know if it was because
of the voice or the scar.

These guys are dangerous.
1 risk it every time.

But in the end, what do I care?
I have nothing to lose.

I'm sorry for Ginevra, for you,
for what you're going through.

Don't be sorry for me,
be sorry for them.

Because I swear that sooner or later
I'll kill them all.

And that was the last time I saw him.

Why hasn't he acted yet?
He took care of every detail.

He funded himself with a drug,
he fixed up the old technopole,

he stole the chromatograph
to synthesize nerve gas.

- What is he waiting for?
- Maybe, something big... epochal.

I'd beg you not to try
to kill me anymore.

I'm going to the infirmary.

How's the guy in there? The one
at Regina Coeli... Forget it.

- He graduated in Pharmacy.
- Medicine in Italy is dying.

There are no doctors anywhere!
I know one, a guy called Fabio.

He's a doctor without borders
and he's always in Rome.

Now they're going to give him
one of these degrees Honoris Causa

at an over-the-top ceremony
paid for with our tax money

and with the minister, the clean,
the heads of the departments...

I must speak to my lawyer.

Here's the list of all the participants
to the Ad Honorem degree ceremony.

Everyone's gonna be there,
the minister, the dean,

the heads of the departments...
- They won't believe you.

I'm the only one who can stop him,
but I'll need the gang.

I understand your need
to always be dramatic,

but you're all in jail
and in different parts of Italy.

How can we reunite?

- I don't know, it's impossible.
- Come on, Vittorio!

We can tell them we'll negotiate a
deal, but there's no going back then.

The judge will accept, he'll summon
you all in Rome for the deposition,

but then you'll only have

72 hours before the hearing.

72 hours.

Fine, it'll be enough.

Let's negotiate.

Let's negotiate.

- What are you doing?
- I'm checking the ducts.

Who authorized you?

The company you called
for the problems related to the AC.

- What problems?
- If there are none, I can leave.

But then you'll talk to those
who called, three months ago.

No, if you say that there are
problems, go ahead and continue.

- How did it go, Professor?
- Fine.

Just a little problem
with the ventilation duct.

- Can we take care of it?
- No, we'll go our ways from here.

You've done enough.

Gang, it's good to see you!

It would have been nicer
to see you dressed,

but this is the only place where
we can avoid the prosecutor's ban.

- We don't have time, let's go...
- How often do we have to listen

to your motivational speech?

I know, things didn't go as planned.

We were supposed to have a clean
slate and look how we ended up.

Exactly. How we ended up.

We're the best minds around.

Pietro, please, don't start with this
"best minds around",

because the two words
1 don't want to hear again are

the, best, minds, around...
Which are actually four words.

- I know who created Sopox.
- What? And you tell us now.

- We will negotiate a deal on Monday.
- We won't.

On Sunday night,
we'll be out of here.

- We'll escape from Rebibbia.
- What? Escape?

Sopox is nerve gas! That madman
wants to attack the University.

Kill the clean, the minister, whoever
will be at the degree ceremony.

He wants to kill the education
authorities in Italy.

- Exactly.
- And we should escape from prison

to save the people because of whom
we are here staring at our willies?

- But, Alberto, you don't have one.
- It's called hidden penis syndrome.

- If you say so...
- My doctor says it.

Aren't you upset'? I know 1 am.

Let's go catch that asshole and prove
we had nothing to do with Sopox.

We are the best minds around...

All right.

I'm sorry,
it just comes naturally to me.

So, we'll escape from prison
to stop a terrorist attack.

Yes! I mean... no.

If we're back in jail within 24 hours,
it doesn't count as a breakout.

Does any of you know how to escape?
Even if we're not exactly escaping.

Someone will help us.
Come in, Claudio.

Guys, don't be afraid,
he's the only one who can help us.

I'd like to remind you that this man
is a dangerous criminal,

which recent dramatic events
saw as our direct opponent.

We sorted things out. Don't get
distracted, let's plan the breakout.

Let's begin with what we do best...

Studying-

- We'll meet in the library.
- And the ban on getting together?

There's a warden who owes me a favor.

The Prison of Rebibbia, built in 1946
to be more impregnable than Fort Knox.

Getting out is very difficult.

In 10 it's practically impossible.

There are 3 buildings of 4 floors
each, divided into 6 sections.

We'd be in the same building, floor,
section, at the same time.

Every section has five corridors
with two gates with a double locks.

And there are 280 wardens
in the premises.

There are also three sighting towers

with shooters inside them.

- Shooters?
- I don't think that they'd shoot.

- Do they have guns?
- Yes, they do.

- Great.
- Professor, much left?

I'm in a meeting with my colleagues
and we'll take as long as we need.

Ok, Professor, but...

So...

The classic escape routes
are basically two.

Sewers and ventilation ducts.

Of course, none of the two work.

Too obvious and guarded the sewers,
too tight the ventilation ducts.

SO, what?

There's a third way,
but no one has ever tried it before.

We'd be the first.

Which is?

The broadband.

- What?
- Since six months,

a duct of a 1.5 meter diameter
brings broadband to Rebibbia.

The broadband duct starts
from the computer room,

in the same building and on the same
floor as the prison theatre,

where in two days the prisoners'
annual show will take place.

The Chief will employ
most of the guards

to ensure the event runs smoothly.
That will be our only opportunity

to take advantage
of the general distraction,

meet in the computer room
and open a passage using explosives.

We will escape through there.

So we'll escape via the internet?

It would be
the first nerd breakout in history.

Pietro, pardon me,

let's say all of us
manage to find ourselves

in the same building,
floor, section, at the same time,

having dodged the bullets
of the so-called shooters,

who I'm still worried might actually
shoot, since they do have guns.

But say we make it

and manage to open a passage
in the broadband duct,

which I think is just stupid,
but let's say we manage this as well,

once we're out, what do we do?
Get the subway?

Yes.

The server to which
the broadband cables are connected

is located in the computer room.

I will make sure
we get access to that room.

Chief, at this point to
the teaching program,

1 can't not use the computer room.

How can we put Ahmed, Spartaco
and all those other scoundrels

in front of a computer the whole day?

Chief, I don't want to say too much,
but we're talking about a diploma.

Not with the usual 60, but for one
or two of them even about 75 or 80.

A real success
for your administration.

You're promising me they'll all pass
and 2 or 3 with excellent marks.

Trust me.

To open the passage,
we'll obviously need explosives.

- Alberto, will you take care of it?
- Explosive, sure, that's easy.

I need sulfuric acid that
we can extract from normal batteries.

Then I need acetylsalicylic acid,
which we'll extract from aspirins.

- So?
- Still 120 and 80.

- You're kickin'ass.
- What kind of diagnosis is this?

Don't you notice
a slight hypertension?

Even associated with a popping wrist.
You're ignoring the symptoms

of a severe chronic
obstructive pulmonary disease

that we all knows
is the main cause of...?

Dyspnea, air hunger.

Now you will prescribe me

a treatment of 100 mg anticoagulant
cardio aspirin for at least two weeks.

Then, we'll see again
and take it from there.

To extract acetylsalicylic acid
from the aspirin, we need methanol,

that we can take from wood solvents.

The last ingredient
is potassium nitrate.

Garden fertilizers are full of it.

Your excavation technique,
if you allow me, is a little rough.

What?

Clay soil requires quick
and rapid blows diagonally.

1 know it, because once, in Damascus,

we risked beheading
a rare effigy of Adad-Nirari.

What the fuck you on about?

Excuse me...

Did he take the wheelbarrow away?

He took the wheelbarrow away.

So, guys, since you've been
struggling with redox reactions,

1 suggest you check this website out.

Don't mind the old-fashioned design,

because the content regarding
computational chemistry

is really up-to-date.
Now that you begin...

to familiarize with...

Come on, we just got here...

I'll be right back.

Then we need a trigger.
Lucio, that's up to you.

We could do it with
the classic 72 volt discharge,

but I would need a cell phone.

They are something gypsies deal with.

Does anyone here speak romani?

Whose?

Daniel Mandali. Come on, he's
super famous, the king of camels.

We should at least recognize
each other between us...

Anyway, you gotta an extra phone?

I'm just crushing the aspirin

that will then be dissolved in
methanol for something I have to do.

Once filtered the alcohol,

you're left with some crystals that
need to be dissolved in sulfuric acid,

that I will extract
from those batteries.

For this thing 1 have to do.

I talked too much, right?
I tend to do it.

Let's talk about you. How come
you're here? What did you do?

Fraud? Bankruptcy fraud? Burglary?

- Heritage crime? What?
- Corpse concealment.

Corpse concealment...

You didn't conceal the corpse
too well, if you're here.

Would you have an oven?

We ran a check on your family,
you're one of us.

What did I tell you?

Why is it wrapped in cellophane?

Do you think you could carry it around
under your arm like a baguette?

- No. right?
- Nope.

Would you happen
to have a smaller model?

Easy, easy,
it's a very unstable mixture.

Peppe, the temperature needs
to stay constant at 80 degrees

for a couple of hours.
Can I trust you?

- Why is it wrapped in cellophane?
- It's better if you don't know.

Ulisse...

Hi, Murena, what's up?

Listen... You can't do the show.

What do you mean?
Two months of rehearsals.

I've been working on my diction too.
My kid's also coming to watch me.

- Who gives a damn.
- What am I gonna tell the Chief?

Say you fell and broke your nose.

Broke my nose?
But he can see it's not broken.

No, he can't.

Ulisse, what happened?

- I fell, Chief.
- How's it possible?

An actor like you?

After two months of labanian technique
on different ways of falling,

you fell without putting
your hands first?

- And you, guys?
- We don't feel good.

It must be viral.

Viral? He broke his nose,
how's that viral?

Guys, you shouldn't have done
this to me just before the debut.

How can I postpone press, TV?
I'm ruined.

They're gonna shut us down
and send us home.

Maybe there's a solution.

Let me get this... You're here for
72 hours while waiting for the trial,

which is when?

- Monday.
- You want me to believe

that tomorrow
you can easily go on stage

without even one day of rehearsals?

Yes.

Do you have any reference?

The two of us have edited
the 2004 translation

of the opera omnia
of Plautus and Terence.

We mediated in the discussion
on the old question

of the hendecasyllable
in the Senecan tragedies.

We're the authors of the attribution
to Pacuvio of a corpus of verses

accidentally found
in the library of Alexandria.

We know all the opera librettos
and theatrical correspondents

that have ever been written
from Berlin onwards.

Are these okay as references?

- And what can he do?
- You'll love him.

Him in the role of the count
is a bit of a stretch.

He's completely out of role,
at the most, a Falstaff.

All good, we're in the show.

Perfect.

Inside there's enough explosive
to blow up all the E wing.

The only thing missing is putting it
inside a rubbery substance,

attaching the trigger to it, and
it's going to be the most powerful

plastic explosive ever made
since the end of World War II.

Is it what 1 think it is'?

It's only missing the trigger
and the rubbery substance.

The tough part will be syncing the
explosion with the climax of the show.

Andrea will take care of that,
he's an anthropologist.

Then we're ready.

Rodolfo, my dear, what an honor!

I read your latest article, wonderful!

The ultimate analysis on the condition
of theaters in this country.

Saverio, take the director
to his place.

Did you get, who he is?

He's the director
of the Hystrio prize.

Make sure you offer him a coffee.
No sugar.

Go, go!

Hello, clear, what a pleasure!

Behind the wall there's a one a half
meter tunnel that leads out.

- And we'll blow it up with this.
- Perfect.

I still didn't get what we're doing
with all this chewing gum.

The explosive must be cut
with a sticky plastic material.

Come on, let's hurry up. Chuck
that cigarette or we'll all blow up.

He's right.

Now go with the backlight. Go!

And then the proscenium.

Let's show this phenomenon properly.

I wanna see if that asshole of Rodolfo
will say it's a parish show again.

Now.

How many more?

My jaw is getting stuck,
I can't take it anymore.

We're already done.

- Pietro, you know who you look like?
- Who?

My father in law's camel.

Guys, I swallowed the gum.

What? It's drenched in TNP.

- I'm about to die, right?
- Sulfuric acid is not good for you.

I'm feeling sick.

- I'm gonna lie down, raise my legs.
- It's not a sugar drop!

Hurry UP!

Two cops, each representing an
opposite aspect of the relationship

of the relationship with the
institution, on one hand, the guilty,

on the other, the violence.

Are you sure? If we mess up the call,
we'll fuck up the whole thing.

With such stereotypical personalities,
it's a child play. I'll improvise.

All right.

Good evening.

- Can we help?
- Yes.

I need to make a call.

A very important call

to my mother.

You need a written permission
from the Chief and the magistrate.

I know the protocol and respect it.

Just like I respect
the deep sense of guilty

that the institution induces in you.

- Sense of what?
- Let it be.

Denial is typical of guilt, it's
something that will remain between us.

I really need to make this call so...

1 just found out my mother is dying.

How did you find out,
if the phone is here?

Your question is legitimate
and reveals you to be

a person endowed
with particular acumen.

Pietro, I really don't feel well,
my head is spinning.

Stay calm, it's just an impression.

I swallowed a plastic explosive, and
you're telling me it's an impression?

There's non trigger.
Lucio said you can't explode.

- That's not exactly what I said.
- Well, that was the point.

- I still feel sick, what should I do?
- Breathe.

There.

- The bomb is in place, we're ready.
- No, we have a problem.

- What?
- We're not ready.

That's terrible!
The climax is in a bit.

Buy some time.

Oh, gosh!

- How long will it take?
- I don't know, I'll go check.

- What's going on'?
- 1 don't know.

- There must be some problem.
- What? The climax is in this aria.

- In fact, we must buy time.
- But how?

Giorgio, we're
the best classical minds in Italy.

Do you think improvising on
a passage by Sterbini will scare us?

Are you thinking of an ekphrasis?

Let's kill it!

Wait!

Oh God! What's happening?

What's going on?

Count, forgive the interruption.

Saverio, accompany them with some
music, put a recitative, do something.

- Is there any problem?
- No problem.

Just an ekphrasis.

It was coming along just fine.

Play a recitative!

- Is it something serious?
- Maybe yes.

- Maybe not.
- Tell me then what I should do.

We're not ready for the cannonball.

Why are they taking so long? I need to
see a doctor and get myself checked.

We were able to meet
Professor Pirrello.

- You know him, right?
- No.

He's a very important virologist.

We went to Padua, did the exams again
and had the same diagnosis.

So, my mom is forced
to live with Dengue

and she goes on pilgrimage
three times a year...

That's enough.

Go watch the play,
before I get really pissed off.

I don't expect such poor show
of humanity from a public official.

I've been standing here for ages...
Come on, I'll be quick.

What are you doing? I'm sick of you!
You can't use the phone.

This is unacceptable.

WELCOME, KEVIN

All right, my mother has no Dengue.

I'm sorry I lied to you.

I fucked up many times in my life. I'm
paying for that, I'm not complaining.

But there's one thing that hurts
and that I can't forgive myself for.

My son is playing his first game
in Roma's junior team today

and that fuck up of his father
won't be there on the stands

to cheer and shout:
"Go, Christian, you're amazing!"

My mother doesn't have Dengue,
I made that up because

I'm embarrassed of admitting
I wanna call a kid to say...

"Good luck, boy."

"Even if you cant' see him,
Daddy's there cheering for you."

- Come on, make it quick.
- Thank you.

Go, go, go! We're ready.

- Let's wait.
- Wait for what?

Wait for the sparkle.

Something is happening.

Look in that direction.

It's the signal.

Finally they're calling.

- If you finish, we can go.
- Hurry, hurry, it's exploding.

What, if there is no reception?

- What was that?
- Sounds like a bang.

It's off. Kids always do
as they please.

I'll go now, I might manage
to hear the final aria,

they say it's beautiful. Thank you.

Was it a bang?

Guys, we made a giant hole!

- It worked.
- Yes.

Thank, Saverio, thank everyone.

- Did it work or not?
- I don't know. Let's go.

Alberto, congratulations,
you're very good.

The university choir was
the only alternative to sports,

which are not my thing.

Come on! What took you so long?

- Did it work?
- Yes, we cracked it open big time!

Come on, guys, hurry up because
the alarm will set off shortly.

- You see what a hole we made?
- Alberto is an excellent tenor.

I don't give a shit!
I swallowed a piece of TNP this big.

- What did you swallow?
- You're always rude to me.

Enough explosive to blow up,
myself and whoever is next to me.

- Come on, we don't have much time!
- Bartolomeo, I already told you,

nothing can happen without
the trigger... More or less. Hurry!

Are you chatting? Come on!

- Pietro.
- Coming.

Esquire, excuse me,

I thank you for arranging the
logistics of our brothers' pilgrimage

with such care.
- Don't worry about there.

They've been waiting for two hours.

Why can't they get off the bus?

Some really need to use the restroom.

Brother Lorenzo, why get off?
We are not ready, they can't get off.

- Let's revise the plan.
- Again?

Again.

The plan seems pretty simple to me,
I will stand at the exit of the subway

and give out tickets.
- It doesn't seem simple to me.

It's an important role
that you have the duty to...

- What's this sound?
- It's the signal... The signal!

Come on, go stand in position.

Get off!

Get off the bus, brothers.
Come on, get off!

Have a good pilgrimage,
Father Simone.

- Have a good pilgrimage, Father.
- Hello.

Where is the closet medical facility?
I swallowed TNP.

What?

It's a powerful explosive,
not triggered, but...

Exactly what monastery are you from?

- Father, it's a medical emergency...
- Thank you.

- Are you mad?
- It's easy for you to speak,

I'm the one who's
more full of explosives than a jihadi!

- Come on...
- No!

I'm the only one here
who put my ass on the line,

non metaphorically, because you all
forgot about the phone, I didn't!

Throw that cigarette away!
All we're missing is a fine.

Here, Father.

Gentlemen, despite some initial
skepticism, we were really good.

Not to show off,
but Professor Petrelli and I

set up a detonation
that left their ears still ringing.

- It was easy.
- Easy? We left a hole this big...

Guys, come on!

The ceremony is in three hours.

If we all want to be exonerated,
we don't just have to stop Mercurio,

we have to make him confess
that he made Sopox.

- Claudio! Where are you going?
- I told you I would help you escape,

not that I would save the University.

I don't think it deserves to be saved.

They entered the computer room
and opened a passage

through the Broadband cables.
- How did they do that?

They hand-built a plastic explosive,
placed it behind the server,

and widened the hole
through which the cables pass.

And no one notice?

Everyone was attending
the prisoners' show.

Than they came out of a manhole
and took the subway.

Call everyone you can and go to the
meeting room, I'll be right there.

Pietro Zinni escaped from Rebibbia
an hour ago with his entire gang.

You had to keep them separate,
together they're unpredictable.

For fuck's sake! They'd been together
for two days, for the hearing.

You know them better than anyone else,
bring them back as soon as possible.

I can't, I haven't been
in the field for months.

Now I take care of administration,
accounting, invoices, receipts...

It's not me who wants you, the
superintendent called asking for you.

You wanted an opportunity for your
career, right? This is your chance.

The degree ceremony
will take place in the main hall.

The presence of the minister
and the University heads

has tightened security measures.

All that building is manned, on the
other side there are police vans,

and at the entrance there are
two guards that check all the bags.

Obviously, you can only enter
with an invitation.

Let's think about it.

Walter Mercurio will wait
for everyone to be there,

so he'll only act
once the ceremony begins.

- After the minister's arrival.
- So we have less than two hours.

- How will he use the gas?
- The gas needs to be diffused, right?

- I'd use the ventilation ducts.
- But where will he introduce it from?

- It depends on the ducts. Lucio?
- The ducts of the university

were built over decades,
it's impossible to trace a route.

Wanna talk about the incompetent
pharmaceutical workers out there?

I spent hours explaining what happened
to him and he just kept staring at me.

"Did you never see someone
who swallowed TNP before?"

"No, father, never."
"So it happened today!"

Bartolomeo! Please, concentrate.

We know he'll use the ducts, but not
where he'll introduce the gas from.

- Just the destination.
- In the end, he gave me some Maalox.

It says to eat it with a full stomach.
Should I take it?

So?

Just close all the ventilation ducts
in the main hall.

- What do you mean? Aren't you come?
- I need to go somewhere.

I'll just take it. My stomach is full,
of explosives, but still full.

I think you should eat
some carbs, like potatoes.

- Since when do you use make up?
- Pietro! What are you doing here?

Thank God,
you don't watch the news.

Giulia, I need
to tell you something...

This thing of you using make up
is a complete novelty.

Did they give you another
authorization to leave prison?

Kind of.

You need to leave from there now.

- It's too dangerous, please, go home.
- He's lost it...

1 know it sounds crazy,

but there's someone in here that
wants to kill everyone with nerve gas.

Have you stopped seeing
the psychologist again?

What? I'm telling you...

Giulia! Fuck!

Listen to me.

I'm sick of you and your jealousy.
It's over!

- You ruined my life.
- Ruined it? I'm trying to save it.

- Giulia, is everything of?
- Yes.

- What are you doing here?
- You don't watch the news either.

You need to leave the university.

You need to leave now.
Fabio, if you wanna stay, go ahead.

- It's important for you...
- Let's go.

- Can I see your invitation?
- I'm with that lady.

- I can't let you in.
- I just need to tell her something.

No one can enter without
an invitation.

I don't have it, but...

What if we got some sheets of plywood?

It would take too long,
and wood transpires.

So how will we close the ducts?

Let's start by checking the diameter,
then we'll think of something.

Right...

I met a guy in jail in Palermo
who works plexiglas.

He's so talented...
Practically a plexiglas artist.

But Palermo... slightly out of reach.

- Polyurethane foam.
- That's a good idea!

What did I tell? Let's think about it
and we'll come up with something.

Someone put polyurethane foam here,
the duct is closed.

So?

Let's go call the others
and meet immediately.

Maybe the other ducts are open.

No, if this one is closed, they all
are. Let's go call the others.

We're dealing with the greatest
escape ever witnessed in Rebibbia.

The only thing we have
are the subway cameras

that show friars, other friars,
other fucking hooded friars.

They infiltrated a pilgrimage
of Franciscans to The Holy See.

- Do they have any vehicles?
- We presume that they do.

We've blocked the entrance
of the A1 and A24 highways,

but we don't know
what vehicle they're traveling on.

They don't have
any form of transportation.

Their van broke down months ago.

But we have reason to believe
they used external help.

Their external help is Vittorio, their
lawyer, who holds a Vatican passport

and organized
the Franciscans' pilgrimage.

Sorry, Paola,
can I talk to you for a minute?

Blocking the highways is useless,
they don't want to leave the city.

How many prison breaks
have you handled?

- Is it a rhetorical question?
- I've handled all the ones since 1991

and there's a procedure to follow.
- Yes, it was.

We're following the procedure,
one person speaks, me,

and all the other listen, you.

The superintendent asked you to help,
not take over the operation.

- It's mine.
- They broke out for a reason,

- They have to do something.
- No one escapes to do something.

They escape to go home.

That's it! They wanna go home.

Their homes are being watched and
their phones are under surveillance.

No, that's not their home.

I'll call you.

What the fuck? I knew it...
Giacometti!

Nothing ever works in this building.
Giacometti!

Again, I have two friends inside,
I really need to tell them something.

I'll go in and out.

- It's an unjustified intransigence.
- What do I need to tell you in?

You can't go in without an invitation.

The invitation is to attend the
ceremony. I don't want to attend it,

I just want to speak to two people,
rather, one,

who is inside.
- You can't go in, don't insist.

- It's a matter of security.
- No...

If there's a person who really cares
about the security of this building,

that's me...

Excuse me...

Sorry...

Great, Professor!

Walter!

- What the hell are you doing here?
- You're under arrest for the escape.

If it wasn't for you,
I wouldn't even be in jail.

I told you to cancel the mission,
but you didn't do it.

You betrayed me!
Paola, now there's no time.

Sopox was just the starting point,
he needed it to fund himself.

Somewhere in this building,
there's nerve gas.

His goal has always been this,
the Ad Honorem degrees.

Together we can stop him.

No, I have orders to follow
and I'm taking you back to prison.

There are a thousand people in there
who are about to die, do something!

Evacuate the hall... You are a cop!

I can't, I'm not in the field anymore.
Plus, do you think anyone

will believe that they're about to
attack the University with nerve gas?

- Yes, why not?
- There's no gas in the University.

There is and you know it.

Sopox is nerve gas.

It all makes sense.

He needed the chromatograph for this,
to purify the gas.

Why the hell
do you think I broke out?

Please, let me go.
I can stop him.

I can talk to him because
he's one of us, I can convince him.

You know I can't.

Of course you can.

You trust me.

And we are still...

YOU!' gang.

Fuck you, just 90-

Find Alberto, find the others,
I have something to do.

Do you know who may have
Renzetti's handouts?

No, the few that I know
will never give them to you.

Without them,
it's impossible to pass that exam.

- I wanna do my thesis with Renzetti.
- With that asshole?

He makes you like the subject.

Why else would I be going
to University on a Sunday?

- I shouldn't ask him to be my tutor?
- No! No! No!

Renzetti is good,
do your thesis with him.

Pardon, Father?

Don't go to University today,
it's dangerous.

Renzetti is dangerous,
not the university! Let's go.

Guys, let's be honest,
this plan was meant to fail.

What are you taking?

It's a cytoprotective pill.
My clinical picture looks pretty bad.

Enough, Bartolomeo! You're
an unpleasant and selfish person.

Your only worry is acid reflux,

when in half an hour over a thousand
people could die in there.

A thousand and one.
Who is not doing well here it's me.

We don't have a plan anymore
and there's no time.

So what should we do?
Should we all leave?

For Diana's sake!

Gentlemen, we're the only ones
who can do something.

For once in our lives
we can do something that matters.

We haven't known each other too long,

but this is the third time
I hear this phrase.

Do we always have to do
something important?

Bartolomeo is right,
the plan was rubbish.

Let's begin by analyzing
what we already know.

There's a gentleman who wants
to kill everyone with gas.

For some reason unknown to us,
he has closed all the ducts.

What if we made an anonymous call?

You would like to call the police
and tell them that a guy wants

to attack the University
with nerve gas,

and you expect them to believe you?
- I was just trying

to come up with suggestions.
- They'll locate you

and add another two years
to your sentence for a false alarm.

- But where is Pietro?
- He probably ran away, and rightly.

Let's look at the bright side.

If the gas isn't outside,
it must be inside, right?

Where is the bright side?

I didn't mean it in the
philological sense of the expression,

but in the heuristic one.

But... Inside, where?

Wait...

Arturo is right,
it is a positive thing.

He doesn't want to let the gas in,

he wants it not to get out,
the gas is already in.

If it hasn't had an effect, it means
that it's not in the gaseous state.

I still can't see the bright side.

I can't see how a gas
can not be in the gaseous state.

Think of the gas inside a lighter.

The bright side is that, if it's in the
liquid state, we can deactivate it.

- How?
- With sodium hydroxide.

It's a reagent that neutralizes
nerve gas in a liquid state.

Where will we find it in 20 minutes?

It's used in anatomy, I know where
to find it here in the university.

- Where?
- You won't like it.

When 1 saw your face on TV,
I understood.

I knew you were going to come.

So someone does watch the news!

1 know you're insane,

I know what you've been through,
but now it's over, Walter.

We're here now.

That sounds like we're the cavalry...

- But you get the idea.
- They all deserve to die, Pietro.

You don't want to kill anyone, Walter.
Otherwise,

you wouldn't have named "Sopox"
the drug you funded yourself with.

You wanted to be stopped.

No, I wanted for those like us
to understand my plan in the future.

You didn't want to be stopped but...

Only if they all die,
real change will come.

- Yes, but...
- Only a catastrophic event

will make room for new generations.
- If it's a competition on who says

the most epic phrases, you're
obviously win, you came prepared,

and I'm improvising. Anyway...

That doesn't change anything because

my gang will have closed all the
ducts and you can't spread the gas.

I closed the ducts.

The gas is already inside.

I'm the one telling you it's over.

You, psychotic madman,
I don't give a shit

if you wanna play bad superhero!

I'm gonna kick your ass
because my girlfriend is in there!

Then you'll know how I felt.

They kicked me out of the University,
they fired me in this very room.

I am like you.

You're like them.

Do you really not remember me?

Why should I remember you?

Guys, he's Fefé.

Giulio, I think Fefé is dead.

He died a long time ago.

It's an embalmed corpse that
first year anatomy students use.

Didn't we need to get
the sodium hydroxide?

Fefé is full of that, it's the basis
for the embalming process.

I was hoping it would be
in an ampoule...

An alembic... a jar...

How will we extract
the sodium hydroxide from Fefé?

- We'll open him and we'll take it.
- What? He isn't a can of tuna.

Come on, Arturo, we need to hurry up!

Ladies and gentlemen, good evening.

I'm asking you for a little patience.

The minister is traveling with
the usual fifteen-minute delay.

Later we'll begin
this great cultural celebration...

Walter Mercurio,
Department of Chemistry,

special funds for research
and the safety of laboratories.

Pietro, did you discover
the nature of the problem?

Yes, Professor, there were some virus

in the videos downloaded from
adult sites, for accident, I'm sure.

Did you delete them?
Those files are important,

they need to be archived
in a separate folder.

- Yes, I'll put them in a folder.
- Did you read the report they sent us

from the off-campus
Department of Chemistry?

There's a pain in the ass...

There might actually be some problems
regarding the safety of that lab.

But do these safety issues
need to be fixed today?

During the grant allocation process?

I'm sure there will be
a Cabinet reshuffle.

1 don't know.

I can divert some funds
to them today, but next time,

Giacometti
will get to fix my computer.

- Let's wait for the reshuffle.
- Send him an e-mail signed by you.

"The Ministry ensured us that,
with the Cabinet reshuffle,

the situation could unblock."

"Regards..."

"Doctor Pietro Zinni."

It was me!

You're the pain in the ass
from the off-campus Department.

Here!

Come on! Careful...

Today my soul died.

We need to put the sodium hydroxide
in the liquid gas to deactivate it.

- How will we get in?
- I don't know...

- Andrea, will you take care of it?
- I'm an anthropologist,

not a mentalist.
- Think of something to say.

What thing?

Don't touch me.

Hello...

My son plays in Roma's junior team...

- Does someone give a shit?
- No one.

The truth is my mom has Dengue.

I won't tell you about the trips...
In Padua to see Doctor Pirrello...

I'm fed up with you!
I'm working, not playing here.

They're with me.

- Excuse me?
- Agent Coletti. We're here to review

the University's security measures.

During the ceremony?

Did you think we check
the security measures in empty halls?

It's something you do
with people inside.

We'll take a second.
Agent Petrelli will go with me.

- What are you doing here?
- I'll explain you later.

- Is this nerve gas actually exists?
- Of course.

- Where is it?
- 1 don't know.

In a place this big
you need at least 150 liters.

I checked the security measures
and all containers were removed.

- Then it's not hidden.
- What is that mean?

It's somewhere we can see it.

The water tanks!

He will activate them remotely.
Go! No, I'll do it.

Do you understand they put us
one against the other?

- Ginevra wouldn't have wanted this.
- What the fuck do you know?

- You didn't know her.
- He didn't.

But 1 did.

Claudio... What are you doing here?

Turn it off, Walter,
we're still on time.

What are you saying?

You too? After all they did to you?

You're on my side.
You are both victims like me.

- Why do you want to save them?
- Before, I was in the subway,

and I heard two kids
talking about Renzetti.

Remember Renzetti?

And I thought about us.
Me, you, Ginevra...

at the enthusiasm
we has when we started.

I understood there's still hope.

Listen to me, Walter, turn it off.

What the...?

You were only buying time,
piece of shit!

- Somebody has deactivated the gas.
- It was the gang, they never lose.

They never win either, but they
always find a way to break your balls.

Now, please, lower that gun,
which is also a bit dangerous,

and let's find a solution.

They deactivated the gas in the tanks!

- Is that a yes?
- Do you think I'll give up so easily?

I really don't think that
you gave up easily,

we've been here for ages now!

It's with pride that I welcome
our beloved minister.

Now that they deactivated
all the tanks...

There's one more,

connected to the electrical current.
There's nothing you can do.

You don't remember me, but
our boats are at the same pier.

And we crossed paths
at a fundraiser last year.

After this little ceremony,

could you spare ten minutes for me?

- Later.
- Of course, later, no doubt.

Welcome to what we can call

the most important
academic event of the year.

I'm done with you!
You, your tanks, the nerve gas...

- Give me that fuckin' tablet.
- Pietro is right, Walter.

- Deactivate the tank.
- You're not a murderer.

We're not people who shoot.

- Walter, please...
- Don't come closer!

First I want to talk to you
about my principle...

our principle...

Don't force me to.

We discovered how the TAAR1 enzyme

entering the vesicular
transport mechanism

of monoamines...

Damn it!

I can smell burnt.

The honesty.

The material one,

the ethical one, and that
which we encourage today...

What's happening now?
Again? Francesco!

There was a short circuit again.

- Francesco!
- Excuse me, Minister.

Just a second...

Fuck off!

Get out of my way.

Don't do anything stupid.

I never shot anyone in my life.
Please, don't make me start now.

- Did you hear that?
- What?

You didn't hear anything?

The generator shut down,
everything will be fine in a minute.

Put the gun down.

Put the gun down!

- Whose side are you on?
- On ours, on ours!

You two have very little time
to make it back to prison.

It's Coletti, I need back-up
at the University.

What are you waiting for? Go! Go!

Pietro, what are you waiting for?

- For his hard work...
- Sorry.

For giving us the hope of a possible
peace in the Middle East, this goes

to Doctor...

Fabio Scotti from Lampedusa.

Where is he?

Where is Fabio?

Is there a photographer?

Come on!

Is the hand in the frame?

I saw Alberto inside, he was...

Yes, usually this is when
I tell you it's complicated,

you don't believe me,

and I start clutching at straws...

Are you okay?

Yes.

I'm tired but...

I'm okay.

For a second I believed you.

To what?

The gas thing, the attack...

That's something 1 said because,
when Fabio is around, 1 get nervous.

So I said that bullshit.

An attack on the University...

This doesn't mean we're
getting back together, right?

Remember when 1 used to get mad

because you couldn't get
the kids to pay you for the tuitions?

Seems like a lifetime ago.

I think today you'd be able
to get that money.

Maybe.

Goodbye, Pietro.

Goodbye, my love.

Does the Ad Honorem degree
have a grade?

1 don't know, but 1 don't think so.

Then it's not a degree,
it's more like a medal.

No, it does. It's always "cum laude",
but that's still a grade.

That's so bizarre...

- Pietro, where the hell were you?
- I was simply saving the University,

'cause if I waited for you...
- Fuck off, man!

I wanna watch you deactivating those
tanks with a stomach full of TNP.

- Today I lost my soul.
- What did you lose?

Opening Fefé shook him a little.

What do you mean?

We needed sodium hydroxide
to deactivate the gas.

Sodium hydroxide!
That's how you did it, great job!

I was in there,
with this guy with a gun...

You can't imagine the scene,
it was like a Mexican standoff,

but with real guns.
- Guys!

How long is it since we last ate?
I am starving.

Lucio is right.
Let's stop somewhere to grab

some pizza or a suppli to take away.

- Let's sit down and eat properly.
- You're pushing it now.

I don't like pointing things out,
but I built a plastic explosive,

played The Barber of Seville,
deactivate nerve gas,

can I at least ask
for a proper meal? Or not?

No, because we had 24 hours
to go back to prison and we have...

- Very few left.
- What about Murena?

- Murena isn't coming back.
- What do you mean?

I think we will never see him again.

- I liked him.
- You liked Murena?

Yes, a lot. He's an intelligent guy.

He had a difficult personality,
he had his men break my nose...

But he's smart, get it?

- What about Agent Coletti?
- Nice girl...

Guys... Coletti was looking at me.

Yes, right...

She was looking at you?
We even went to Bangkok together...

To be defined as a drug in Italy,
a substance has to be

on the Ministry of Health's
illegal molecules list.

If it isn't on that list, you can
make it, take it, and sell it.

I graduated in Neurobiology
at the age of 24 with top marks,

I have a master's
in Computational Neuroscience

and in Molecular Dynamics.

In the past two years,
I set up a gang

that ran a business worth
hundreds of thousands of euros,

I made a secret deal with the police,
escaped from the prison of Rebibbia,

and prevented a chemical attack
on the University.

My name is Pietro Zinni,
I'm a university researcher,

and I just wanted
to buy a dishwasher.

- How many exams are you missing?
- Not sure, about ten.

Did you ever ask yourself
what we'll do once we graduate?

1 don't know.

But we'll think of something,
won't we?