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MILAN - JULY 19, 1974. TIME: 14:30.

ARMY MAJOR DIES AFTER A TERRIBLE CAR ACCIDENT ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF MILAN

MAJOR ANTONIO LORUSSO COLLIDES WITH A TREE AFTER LOSING CONTROL OF HIS CAR

ROME - AUGUST 28, 1974. TIME: 22:10.

RETIRED COLONEL TAKES HIS OWN LIFE IN INEXPLICABLE SUICIDE

FORMER COLONEL GIULIO SCANNI KILLS HIMSELF IN HIS OFFICE

FLORENCE-BOLOGNA RAILWAY LINE - SEPTEMBER 22, 1974. TIME: 5:47

ARMY GENERAL EUGENIO STOCCHI KILLED BY TRAIN ON THE FLORENCE-BOLOGNA RAILWAY LINE

POLICE ARE INVESTIGATING THE MYSTERIOUS DEATH OF GENERAL EUGENIO STOCCHI

MURDER OR SUICIDE? AUTHORITIES KEEP INVESTIGATING GENERAL STOCCHI'S DEATH

Broken glass containing an alcoholic liquid.

Bloodstained fire poker with traces of hair and scalp.

New ten thousand lire banknotes.

Bank wrappers for said ten thousand lire bills.

Traces of blood and brain matter on the victim's occipital right side.

The body is lying in supine position,

both arms and the right leg outstretched, the left leg is bent.

We're almost done here, Inspector.

Has the district attorney arrived yet?

- No, I wonder why. - Those people always take it easy.

How many times did they hit him with that thing?

Three or four blows, I'd guess.

- What's his name? - Chiarotti. Vittorio Chiarotti.

What's the estimated time of death?

He's been dead for about six hours, but I'd wait for the coroner's report.

Here's the victim's agenda, amuse yourself.

Knock yourself out.

Not exactly standard procedure going into a room before finishing the other.

I've never been a fan of standard procedures. They're usually the dumbest.

There's some long, black hairs here.

So there was probably a woman here.

Make way, you!

See if your men can find any long, black hairs on the pillows. They could be a clue.

- DA's here, Sir. - What, already?

- What's his name? - Mannino, the big cheese himself.

Well, it could have been worse.

- Good morning. - Good morning to you.

- Found anything interesting? - Maybe. Maybe not.

This way.

The victim's name was Vittorio Chiarotti.

Forensics are searching the whole crime scene.

Attilio and Giustini, you follow me upstairs.

Death possibly occured about six hours ago.

Mr. Chiarotti came back at eight last evening and stayed home from then on.

- Are you sure? - Positive.

After eight, the only way to enter this residence is through my gate.

Someone asked me to be let in at around ten, though.

- A visitor? - Yes.

- A female visitor? - A girl driving a new red Mini.

Maybe she left when I was doing my inspection tour at one.

She came here before?

As a matter of fact, yes. Mr. Chiarotti was a bachelor and, you know…

Can you give me a description?

- A young, pretty, dark-haired girl. - Would you be able to identify her?

I guess so but, well… I don't want to get involved.

What did this Mr. Chiarotti do for a living?

Oh, he felt like a big shot but he was an electrical engineer.

But how can an electrical engineer afford a place like this?

- That's enough questions for now. - Have a good day.

Now it's up to you to find this girl, Inspector.

I reckon she might have a lot to tell us.

I do hope so.

De Luca, you stay here and turn this place inside out.

Find out how this pimping electrical engineer could have lived such a high life.

But, well… It's my morning off, Sir. I promised my kids that…

Hey, take your job as a mission.

Don't you remember what the minister told you at the police ball?

Feel free to tell me to go fuck myself once I'm out of the driveway.

- And the motive? - Attempted theft, or so it seems.

At least that's what the killer wants us to believe.

What we know is that the last person to see him was a woman.

What's Mannino's opinion?

You know DAs, he's sure it was the last person to see the victim. So, the woman.

Do your best to find this woman.

By the way, take care of those asshole journalists.

I'll try.

- Inspector Solmi! - Is it true you're looking for a woman? - Tell us something!

- Wait for tonight's press conference. - What about the morning news?

- Was he killed with a fire poker? - Stop questioning me.

Go bother the DA, don't you know they're the ones solving cases nowadays?

Thanks, Inspector.

- Giorgio. - Good morning, Maria!

This is a surprise! What are you doing here in Rome?

- How are you? - Got time for a coffee or are you in a rush as usual?

Rush, I'm afraid.

- You couldn't have chosen a… - … Worse moment, I imagine.

Spot on. I'm investigating the fire poker murder.

- Chiarotti? - Don't tell me you've become interested in this stuff.

I mean, a world-class journalist like you…

Well, it's still coffee.

I'm here to investigate the mysterious epidemic that's been hitting many officers.

Officers' epidemic?

Don't tell me you didn't find General Stocchi's death to be a bit suspicious.

- Please. It was just an accident. - You really believe that?

That business doesn't concern me.

The boys at the intelligence agency are handling it.

- Long story short, I don't know anything. - Or you don't want to know?

I really have to go now.

- You staying in Rome for a few days? - Yes, I think so.

- We could get together. - All right. No work questions, though.

- Agreed. - Bye.

Bye. I'll call you.

There were only two interesting numbers in that agenda.

One belongs to Grimani, an old acquaintance of the vice squad.

We located the other number in Fregene, but it's unlisted and no one answers.

I'm sure our colleagues down there will manage to help us out.

Let's focus on Grimani for now.

There's an escort involved, after all.

Cozy stuff, huh?

You bet. Pandering is a business that knows no recession.

Good morning. We are here to speak with Baroness Grimani.

Our friend Count Gianni sent us, we're the boys from Montesacro.

- A count, no less… - Come in, please.

Thanks.

This way, please.

Very well, Adelia. You may retire.

What can I do for you gentlemen?

Please, take a seat.

- Thanks. - Make yourself at home.

With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?

I'm Inspector Giorgio Solmi.

Homicide squad.

And this is my partner, Luigi Caprara.

I'm Baroness Grimani.

I believe we've already met.

Was it in a St. Moritz resort or the San Vittore prison?

Does your profession force you to act in such a despicable manner?

What do you want from me?

Everything you know about a man named Chiarotti.

I've never heard this name before.

Quite odd, then, since your number was prominently displayed in his agenda.

A poor lady can't enjoy her own home without having…

… a fucking nuisance bugging her with his shit questions.

That's real jet set lingo, you've certainly developed impeccable manners.

- You also play golf from time to time? - I mind my fucking business, mainly!

That also includes Chiarotti, then.

- Was he a regular? - I've cut ties with my old job, I can't tell you anything!

Will you excuse me, please?

- We'll just have a quick look around. - What? Where are you going?

I forbid you to!

You have no right!

- Yeah, yeah. - Where are you going?

- I have important friends, mind you! - Sure, and my uncle's a bishop!

- Holy smoke! - Don't get so jumpy, I'm just a police inspector.

Out!

What's this, a brothel or a charitable institution?

Think we got an underage girl here.

So we got sex trafficking…

- Pardon me. - Please.

… and corruption of a minor.

I think that's enough to put you in the can for a long, long time.

You better not play wise with me.

Spill the beans on Chiarotti, and I'll leave you and your "schoolgirls" alone.

- What do you want to know? - Someone killed him last night.

Give me the name and address of the escort that was with him.

She's in Via Del Querceto 45.

- Her name's Giuliana Raimondi. - Dark-haired girl?

That's her. Her nickname's the Tunisian.

Apartment four.

Raimondi. That's it.

No!

Jesus, the room was filled with gas!

Hurry, get the windows open!

- She slit her wrists! - She's still alive! Get some air in here!

Stop standing there and call an ambulance!

- My god, what happened? - Open all the windows! Hurry!

This is Lt. Caprara, we need an ambulance at Via Del Querceto 45, stat!

We need to stop the bleeding!

Do you recognise this girl?

Yes, it's her.

- She's the one who visited Mr. Chiarotti that night. - Thanks for your help.

Let's go.

I must inform you that you're a prime suspect in the death of Vittorio Chiarotti.

You have the right to appoint a lawyer as soon as you can.

It wasn't me, I swear.

Your suicide attempt is almost as clear as a confession.

No, someone tried to kill me!

I felt somebody hitting me on the head and then… nothing else.

The money found at your place and Chiarotti's were the same denomination.

They're trying to frame me!

I didn't take that money!

Your fingerprints were all over that fire poker, Miss.

All right, then it was me.

It was me! It was me!

The two minutes I allowed you are over, Sir.

Try to calm down, Miss.

Nurse, give me a sedative.

The girl finds some money in a drawer when the victim surprises her.

- They start struggling. - And what happens next?

The girl grabs the fire poker and strikes him on the head with a lethal blow.

- You follow me? - I disagree with your theory.

- And why? - You realise the strength it takes to shatter a skull?

But she confessed to the murder.

I know she did, but that girl is still in shock.

Allow me to have my doubts.

I'm issuing a warrant for her arrest today.

A cell at Rebibbia will be ready for her as soon as she's recovered. Then we'll see.

I think we should get to the bottom of this.

I'm not ready to jump to conclusions.

With all the unsolved crimes we have, you're hesitating on a pretty clear case.

Well, I'm that kind of guy, you see.

I never stop at first appearances.

I only stop in front of the truth.

I always manage to get there, one way or another.

I'm not willing to tolerate your methods, Inspector,

and I don't care in the slightest if your previous superiors did.

Keep that in mind. Have a good day.

Give.

If the killer were really a woman, it must have been some Russian athlete.

That girl could have never managed to shatter his skull with just three blows.

What are you worried about? The DA considers the case closed.

So I guess I was right when I told you that, in this country,

crooks have more rights than us police officers.

We all got our hands tied to some degree.

We always need to have someone willing to break free, that's what's important.

I'm doing what I can.

I discovered that Chiarotti was more than just an electrical engineer,

he was also a private eye.

Maybe we could be dealing with a blackmail case.

That's why I've got Caprara and De Luca watching his house.

How's your officers' epidemic going?

All victims of the black plague, if you want my opinion.

The investigation is sticking to the suicide theory, though.

Didn't we reach an agreement about not talking about work?

Yes. You're right.

Here's some piping hot fettucine coming your way, folks.

What did you have against that squash, Inspector?

Hey, I'm always on duty.

I wanted to see if there was something rotten with it.

No need to worry, just put it on my tab.

Five million, this is the last payment. I want all the tapes.

Go on, count it.

Why didn't you tell the DA the truth?

Because I'm scared.

He'll keep trying to murder me.

And…

And I know I'll be safer in prison.

You do believe me, don't you, Inspector?

Yes. Yes, I do.

But you must tell me every detail you remember.

Are you sure the man who tried to kill you is the same that killed Chiarotti?

Yes, the same man.

Can you describe him?

He was… I… I don't remember clearly…

Everything still feels so blurry.

Anything else about him?

I had nothing to do with it… I didn't do anything.

I beg you, Inspector, help me.

- I can't take it anymore. - You're safe now.

I promise that man won't be around to hurt you when you get out of here.

Did you hear about the new contingency plan?

That makes eight thousand lire more in our paycheck.

Chump change and peanuts. The cost of food has gotten so high.

Try to guess how much I pay for my kids' shoes?

- Hey, you there? - Shut it, someone's coming.

He's going into the house.

He broke the seal.

- Police! Hands up! - Freeze!

Stop right there!

Stop or I'll shoot!

Quick, the handcuffs!

Hold still, damn you!

I believe you should reconsider your decision, General Stocchi.

My decision stands, I won't follow you in this insane plan.

It's too late for that, now.

It's too dangerous for everyone involved.

The next rendez-vous is already set for Gamma 42-28-2, Delta 3-08-00.

You know the reasons behind my decision.

Furthermore, I'm convinced the plan would end in a catastrophe.

Listen to me, Rienzi. Put Operation Alpha 3 into effect.

And destroy everything?

I don't believe you have the guts for our plan, General Stocchi.

And I believe this conversation is over, Rienzi.

- Who hired you to steal that tape? - I can explain everything, Inspector.

Good. You can start by telling us your identity.

And why you broke into Chiarotti's house.

I was on a police mission.

I work for the special informations branch.

- I'm not in the mood for jokes. - No jokes. Take a look at my ID.

Let's see.

I've never seen a card like this.

Remo Ortolani. That your name?

Correct.

You're under arrest for breaking and entering.

Chiarotti was a friend of mine.

He gave me the keys, I could go to his house whenever I wanted.

This changes everything, then.

I'm charging you with evidence tampering in a murder investigation.

I'm telling you, I was here on a mission.

A secret service mission.

Special informations branch.

You really enjoy taking the piss out of me, don't you?

The intelligence agency is handling the Stocchi case.

Maybe we should step aside, Giorgio.

Why should we? We could find out the real motive behind Chiarotti's death.

We've got dangerous business here. You better think about it.

Here. Send De Luca to the DA with it and then listen to the other tapes.

What about that man we arrested?

Call a squad car to have him taken away.

I'm gonna go see what this special informations branch really is.

We'll call the DA after that.

- See you. - Bye.

Does this Ortolani really work for you, Captain Sperlì?

No.

I have never come across this man, nor I have ever seen his file.

This ID is fake, anyway.

We don't have anything like it.

After all, what self-respecting spy would wear one?

- Need a light? - Yes, thank you.

What we're dealing with is clearly a mere imposter.

A rather naive one at that.

Well, last night this Ortolani was pinched for breaking into a villa.

A villa where a murder took place just two days ago.

He was trying to steal the tape recordings of some phone conversations.

He felt obliged to confess he was working for this branch.

I see. What were the conversations in the tapes about?

One in particular is really interesting, and I already turned it in to the DA.

I can't provide you with full details, but it had to do with General Stocchi's death.

Now listen, Inspector.

I'm obliged to inform my superiors, it's a delicate matter.

I believe we should get to the bottom of this Ortolani issue,

and I ask you to allow me to meet him.

All right.

I don't think it's necessary to remind you how delicate this situation is.

Don't worry, Captain.

- Goodbye. - Have a good day.

JUDICIAL PRISON

So, Mr. Ortolani, Inspector Solmi was telling me…

… about your role in our organisation.

- Yes. - Very well.

As you know, all our, let's say, informers, are given a special code number.

Would you mind telling us yours?

I don't know it, nor do I know the name of the person who hired me six months ago.

- The latter makes sense. - He gave me the ID, I didn't know it was fake.

- Oh, stop lying now. - Why?

- Because we don't have that kind of ID card. - Really?

But it was thanks to my information that you managed to arrest those…

… three terrorists that arrived at Fiumicino airport.

Yes, possibly. Tell me, though, have you been paid for that piece of information?

Yes. Five hundred thousand lire.

It was the same person who hired me and calls me from time to time.

Hear that, Inspector?

He's only a part-time informer.

And casual informers aren't police officials, are they?

Why'd you tell me you were part of the special informations branch? And those tapes?

I knew Chiarotti was a blackmailer.

- Yes, we had worked together before. - What does that mean?

That I wanted to get my hands on what he had.

Make some money out of it. That's what it means.

Dumbest idea I've ever had.

But why that specific tape recording?

One tape or another didn't matter to me.

It's like choosing who to blackmail between two lovers, either will do.

What about this ID card?

It's fake, alright.

It always works, though. It's the kind of badge that opens every door.

I think we should listen to the tape with the district attorney, Inspector.

- All right? - As long as he tells you more than he told me.

The tape's been erased.

I heard it before sending it over to you.

It was a conversation between General Stocchi and a lawyer named Rienzi.

Are you suggesting that I erased the tape on purpose?

No, I'm not. But somebody did.

That's as clear as water.

Your men handed the tape directly to me.

I then locked it up in this drawer.

Maybe you're not aware but it's possible to erase a tape even if it's been locked up.

Of course I am, but it would be quite difficult to happen in a DA's office.

I do wonder, though, how easy it'd be to happen in yours.

Now you're the one making insinuations.

Not at all!

I'm only saying you need solid evidence to support this investigation.

And I'm saying the tapes probably mentioned a coup d'etat! You must believe me!

We already have some branches appointed to preserve national security.

If you don't mind me saying, the inspector is acting according to his conscience.

A thing worthy of respect, I believe.

As far as I'm concerned, I'm grateful for his work.

It's actually helping us shed some light on the so called suicide of General Stocchi.

In fact, I'd really appreciate if you'd give me all the facts in your possession.

The conversation I heard mentioned coded numbers referring to a large operation.

- And? - Stocchi wanted to stop cooperating.

And the one speaking to the general was a certain lawyer named Rienzi, right?

Yes, correct. A lawyer named Rienzi.

- We could attempt to identify him. - It'd be useless.

It's a name we know quite well.

It's a false name normally used by the leaders of subversive organisations.

We're still fighting a battle against an unknown threat.

Thanks for your help, Inspector.

Good day.

You can't imagine how many times I thought about quitting my job.

I should become a lawyer, you know.

Fixed schedule, good money, the whole shebang.

At the end of the day, a cop is just a cop,

but a lawyer is a respectable member of society.

You think so?

I'd have a couple objections to make on the respectable bit.

I'd rather have you be a cop, after all.

Sure, I'm a cop who can't find a single clue.

You know what my last big find was?

That secret phone number in Chiarotti's agenda belongs…

… to the love nest of some hunky actor who has a tryst with Martinetti's wife.

- Martinetti the industrialist? - That's right.

Strange, indeed. You heard the rumors about Martinetti financing far-right terrorists?

That's our beefcake, alright.

Took your sweet time, huh?

- That's her. - Hello, dolly.

- Mrs. Martinetti? - Yes.

We're sorry to interfere with your privacy,

but our police work is a bit short on discretion.

I would like to ask you a few questions about Mr. Chiarotti.

The man found murdered a week ago.

Never heard of him.

Well, your phone number was in his agenda.

Actually, it was the number of your love nest.

You know, the house where you frequently entertain Mr. Amilcare Pacini,

better known as film stuntman Emil Foster.

I'd hate if word got out, see.

With all those cheap tabloids out there, well…

You can be very convincing, I see.

And I see you can be very reasonable.

We should get inside and have a little chat, I reckon.

Yes, I don't see why not.

Your Dobermans will stay right outside the door, though.

Dobermans? What's a Doberman?

Well, if you don't know…

I'd hired Chiarotti as soon as I found out my husband wanted a divorce.

I knew he was aware of my tryst with Emil.

On the other hand,

despite knowing about my husband's similar activities, I didn't have any proof.

I could not have faced a judge without the elements to prepare a proper defence.

I see.

And how was your business relationship with Chiarotti?

Well, he didn't behave too professionally at the start.

Lots of boasting but nothing concrete.

My husband even discovered him once, imagine that.

- Your husband? - Yes, but…

Well, we stopped thinking about divorcing me some time later.

So it looks like this Chiarotti made himself useful, in a sense.

In a sense, yes.

Nice swing.

Money is everything, dear boy.

Money gives you everything: brains, beauty, reputation, safety, honesty.

I didn't have anything when I began, but I knew that.

Judging by this place, you must possess a big reputation. And a honest one at that.

Honoré de Balzac once said that crime lies behind all great wealth.

He was not wrong, perhaps.

What I say, though, it's that it takes a superior mind to commit this sort of crime.

And what can you tell me about Mr. Chiarotti?

A common blackmailer, that's all.

He had gathered some useless evidence about an innocent affair I had.

Then, instead of turning it to my foolish wife,

he tried to offer it to me hoping to get more money.

- The power of money, right? - It cost me two million.

That's how I got those tapes back, but I didn't do it to get rid of proof.

It was just to put an end to that annoying business between me and my wife.

That's all.

Freeze!

Make way, please.

Make way, people.

This kidnapping is the final proof that there's more behind the murder than a simple theft.

I do concur.

And I admit I was skeptical about this.

But I still don't approve of your methods, Inspector.

The lack of appropriate surveillance made it easy for the kidnappers.

If you had done things by the book, this would have never happened.

I take my duty seriously, Sir.

The girl was supposed to be safe here.

I even had a squad car stationed outside the hospital,

but last night it wasn't and I only had three agents available to guard this place!

That's what I had to work with!

At this point, the only way to make some progress is to make Ortolani talk.

Let me interrogate him.

Ortolani was released yesterday. I didn't have enough evidence to detain him.

Well, well.

Attention, please, TWA announces the departure of flight 8721 to Chicago.

Please go to gate eleven.

Air France announces the arrival of flight 434 from Paris.

Gate seven.

Hiya.

Oh, take your time.

Ready to fly away, huh?

Not before we have a little chitchat.

Minus the 'stache.

No funny business.

Here's our little birdie.

- Where to? - Somewhere quiet, Mr. Ortolani has plenty to tell us.

I got nothing to say! You have no right to detain me!

Sure, whatever. Let's go, we'll make you spill the beans one way or another.

What's up with this one?

He's really got it in for us.

Pull over. Come on, do it.

Show him your ID so we can get on with our business.

We're in a bit of a hurry, colleague.

After him! Hit it!

There he is!

Don't lose him!

Faster!

Jeez, talk about a shit ride…

The hitman, disguised as a highway patrolman,

took the police officers by surprise and was able to escape…

… with the help of two accomplices.

Inspector Solmi was slightly injured in the chase.

The murder of suspect Ortolani casts another shadow on the investigation,

another being the recent kidnapping of a female suspect at a local hospital.

The investigation is still pursuing new leads and clues.

A press release and a handful of front pages…

Then it's gonna be the backpages tomorrow,

and who cares when everything will be forgotten, right?

Are you surprised? You know how things work in this world.

It's a matter of finding enough strength to not give up.

Yeah, if only I knew that getting to the bottom of this would solve anything.

Sure it would.

Well, at least it made us run into each other again.

That's worth more than a medal.

Especially a posthumous one.

Your time's running out.

Either you tell the cops you offed Chiarotti, and without second thoughts,

or it's gonna be lights out for you forever.

You're a pretty little girl.

Four years in the can and you'll get a hundred million in a Swiss bank.

It's worth the trouble, right?

Hands off. I'm gonna make a phone call.

You have all night to make up your mind.

I'll be back soon.

Stay focused.

I'm thirsty.

You're dying to screw me, aren't you?

But how will you do it if I'm all tied up like this?

Don't move a muscle.

Stop the car!

- Hello? - Inspector!

- Who is it? - The Tunisian!

I've escaped but you gotta help me! Please, hurry!

They'll kill me if they get my hands on me!

One of the two is the one who killed Chiarotti! His name's Massù!

Where are you?

A gas station at km 31 on the Tiberina! I'm scared, hurry!

- Hurry! - I'm on my way, sit tight.

Let's get out of here, you idiot.

All right, cover the body.

This poor girl.

These killers won't stop for anything.

But they couldn't stop her from giving me a name.

Massù.

Computer says this Massù guy really exists.

The name's Giovanni Andreassi, he's got a criminal record up in Milan.

We have to find him.

The only way is to beat him to the punch.

Call headquarters.

HQ 21 calling all units.

Intensify search for Giovanni Andreassi, also known as Massù.

The subject is tall, balding, dark-brown hair.

Approximate age between 40 and 45, speaks with a Lombardy accent.

No known address.

Last seen at Motel Flora, Via Vaticano, three nights ago.

Known to frequent gyms, especially boxing centres.

The subject is wanted for murder and is extremely dangerous.

He's probably armed.

His mugshots are available at all police stations.

Repeat, mugshots available at all stations.

Mugshots available for any officers yet to have one.

What a nasty line of work we chose.

Three days of stakeout and not a single result in sight.

Stop fretting, we'll manage to trap him.

Sure, but either way it's gonna be trouble for us.

What a stinking life.

- Anything to add, big head? - You said it right.

Stop complaining all the time, you two.

Every cop should stay a bachelor like you, boss.

A wife and two kids, that's the mistake I made.

But at least you got someone to talk to when you get back home.

Sure, but talk about what?

Problems, only problems.

- Calling HQ, calling HQ. - Go ahead.

Agent Siena-Monza 47 calling HQ.

Target just walked into a boxing gym named Romana.

He's alone and doesn't look worried. Waiting instructions, over.

- HQ calling Pisa 14, answer. - Pisa 14 answering.

I hear you loud and clear.

We found our man, he just walked into boxing gym Romana on Via Frangipane, over.

Got it. I'm taking over the operation.

Send some backup, but don't make too much noise.

Over and out.

Step on it.

Take six men and go inside. I'll see if there's other exit.

You, come with me!

You too! Let's go!

Police! Stay right where you are.

- Take two men and go that way. - Yes sir!

Hold it!

We have an arrest warrant for Giovanni Andreassi.

- Show me. - Yeah, yeah.

Police! Stay where you are!

Stop where you are!

- Freeze! - Stop or I'll shoot!

Stop!

Stop!

No, I need him alive!

Freeze!

Freeze!

Quick! Hurry!

This way, let's go!

Fuck, he's escaped! This way!

Stop! Stop, you prick!

Get him!

Leave him to me. I've got a score to settle with this one.

This is just the beginning.

I promised I'd use your same methods.

The only difference is we don't leave any marks.

You better talk if you want to get out of here alive.

Why kill the Tunisian? Why'd you kill her?

The girl had nothing to do with Chiarotti's death.

When I broke into the villa I had no idea she was there with him.

Then we tried to put the blame on her and kill her so she couldn't talk.

We, we, we! Who helped you?

- I was just following orders. - Who do you work for?

Martinetti, the industrialist, hired me for this job.

I'm just a gun for hire.

Why'd you kill Chiarotti?

Because Martinetti's wife hired him to spy on her husband,

and that's how he found out Martinetti was involved in a coup d'état…

… that was supposed to happen in early October.

So Chiarotti blackmailed Martinetti.

Martinetti gave him lots of money, but it was never enough.

And Chiarotti still wouldn't give back those tape recordings.

So Martinetti ordered you to kill Chiarotti to retrieve the evidence against him.

That's all I know, Inspector.

Please, stop beating me now.

- Let's sign this confession. - But the DA…

To hell with him!

This is crazy!

I don't know this Massù.

You're only trying to champion the insinuations…

… made by a certain left-wing press to tarnish my good name!

Mr. Martinetti,

Massù confessed to you hiring him to commit Chiarotti's murder. It's enough.

I didn't grant you this meeting to listen to such offensive accusations,

especially when made by a low-life criminal!

This conversation is over and I won't say anything more to you.

I refuse to make any further comments without the presence of my lawyer,

and only by invitation of the DA in charge!

You'd better watch your actions from now on!

Stop trying to intimidate me.

Massù recanted his confession.

He claims it's been extorted out of him.

You may be on the right track, but you should still act within legal limits.

I only used certain methods due to circumstances, to fight fire with fire.

And to complicate things. We all want to bring these culprits in front of a court.

But a court needs solid proof.

An extorted confession can only have the opposite effect,

even setting a guilty person free.

I reckon I should also remind you that you've turned…

… one of the most powerful men in this country against you.

I'm afraid you'll find yourself in a sea of trouble…

… if you don't manage to find some concrete proof.

I believe you know who Martinetti is.

So you're implying this investigation could turn against me like a boomerang.

But I guarantee you that the results of my investigation stand on solid ground.

Try to be smart, Solmi.

Stop waging war against everyone.

You still have a long career ahead of you.

You have a lot at stake here.

Because I'm willing to have.

The mastermind behind the murders of Chiarotti and the girl…

… is the same that ordered Stocchi's death.

So? The secret service and the intelligence agency are already dealing with that case.

They're working on it day and night, just like you are.

Listen to me, Solmi. Stop trying to fight windmills.

In any case, we have to confront Martinetti and Massù…

… in order to shed some light on the murders of Chiarotti and the Tunisian.

Two cases we are still trying to solve.

First of all, we need to get Massù to admit Martinetti hired him for the job.

And, this time, we'll do it strictly within the law.

Listen, Inspector.

In order to convince you I want to get to the bottom of this,

I hereby authorise you to be present at this new interrogation.

Much obliged.

- What's going on? - A riot, but it's all under control now.

Let's go.

Move it.

Pigs! Motherfuckers!

Murderers! Bastards!

Fuckers!

The others have surrendered already, and the commission is examining your requests.

Return to your cells immediately,

don't do anything that might worsen your situation.

I repeat, the commission is examining your requests.

Return to your cells immediately.

Don't worsen your situation.

We've already had one convict die from falling off the roof.

Return to your cells and avoid other casualties.

- All right, we surrender! - At last!

I see you can be reasonable people.

We want a prison reform!

Reform! Reform! Prison reform!

They got him first.

They always anticipate our moves, even this time.

Inspector…

I'm ready to follow you and finish this.

What does it mean?

- Are you coming over to my side? - I'm on the side of the law.

I wish I could always say the same about you.

How did this man die?

It certainly wasn't us, Inspector.

He fell off that roof. An accident.

Fell off?

We believe he may have been murdered.

That man was our key witness in a rather important case.

I believe I could help you out, actually.

We have a surveillance camera on that roof,

which recorded every moment of this riot.

We use it to identify convicts committing any sort of violent acts.

Follow me, please.

Go back.

Freeze-frame.

Do you know that man?

If he's in your prison, you must know him.

Let's consult our photographic archive.

Too many convicts in and out every day, I could never remember them all.

Me and my guys deal with the ones inside, you people with the ones outside.

This way, please.

Tell our specialist to extrapolate a picture out of the recording.

Is the picture clear enough for you?

No, it won't be necessary.

Massù's killer isn't one of your convicts.

What about the guards?

Way ahead of you, I've already checked them.

No one fits the profile, not in the slightest.

What happened is simply unqualifiable!

The riot began during lunch hour, it was total chaos.

It took us three hours to somehow get things under control again.

There's no way an outsider could have gotten on that roof!

Yet it looks like he did.

I'll have to order an enquiry against you.

Sure, do whatever you want!

The situation is what it is and I'm no miracle worker!

This place is designed to hold 1,500 inmates, and we have more than 5,000!

What'd you like to do, release them all?

Inspector…

Have Mr. Martinetti's passport confiscated.

We sent the picture of Massù's killer to every law enforcement agency.

Interpol included.

No good news, though. He's completely unknown.

These subversive conspirators know how to preserve their identity.

I have a reporter friend, she's conducting an enquiry on planned coups.

She sent the picture to several press agencies all over Europe.

- I have much more trust in her than.. - What do you mean?

I believe some of them have infiltrated our ranks.

We must be careful when planning our next move.

You be careful, too, or they'll get the investigation out of your hands for good.

Good morning.

Good morning to you. We are here to meet Mr. Martinetti.

I'm District Attorney Mannino. This is Inspector Solmi.

I'm sorry, Sir, but he's not home at the moment.

I'm Mr. Martinetti's lawyer, he's tasked me with informing you that he had…

… to urgently leave for Switzerland on a health-related visit.

I'll be glad to answer all your questions on his behalf, though.

Oh, fuck off!

Sorry, I'm a nervous wreck.

Sure, who fucking cares anymore. To hell with everything.

Wait!

It's De Luca. Inspector's here.

Yes. We're on our way.

There was another robbery in the Casilino area. They want you to handle it.

Tell them I'm sick. I have other fish to fry.

- You handle it, take the car. - As you wish.

- I'll call you to report in. - Yeah, good thinking.

Right…

- What happened? - A bomb explosion!

- Where? - The car park! Hurry!

The fire extinguishers, quick!

Get back!

It's your car, Inspector. De Luca's dead.

Put out that fire!

Watch out for the tank, it might go off!

Poor De Luca.

The bomb was intended for me.

- This just came in for you, it's from Germany. - Thanks.

Stocchi and the killer from the prison together…

- Hey. - Hello. So?

Look what I've found. Pure dynamite.

- That's Stocchi with your killer, posing in some German training camp. - Uncanny.

You're outstanding.

One of my colleagues in Germany sent them to help me with my investigation.

I owe you for this.

- I must go now. - What are you planning to do?

- I'll go to the only man who can help me. - Good luck.

- Why do you want to know his name? - Because he's a killer.

A man who managed to cause a prison riot only to murder another man.

As you know, Inspector, we're following the same clues.

Alas, we must proceed with caution.

We're not dealing with a bank robber here.

Amen to that, Captain Sperlì.

Now put your cautions aside and give me that name.

I will find it anyway.

While making an awful lot of noise.

All right. The name is Frank Smith.

An American agent who works for an import-export company.

He lives at the Hilton.

I'm coming with you.

It's risky business, after all.

I'm well aware of that, but I'm gonna deal it my way.

After you.

- Mr. Frank Smith, please. - I believe he's on his way out.

What?

Solmi, wait!

Solmi! Solmi!

Freeze!

Hands up!

And now we're back to square zero.

You just had to wound him.

You didn't have to shoot to kill.

Maybe I'm not as good as you, Inspector, but that man was about to open fire.

He could have killed you.

Stay here. I'm gonna go call HQ.

- The key to Mr. Smith's room! - But…

Police. Do it.

- Is his luggage still up there? - I think so.

A list of politicians…

Ministry of Health…

Ministry of War…

Giulio Rienzi, attorney at law…

Coordinates Gamma 42-28-2, Delta 3-08-00…

Gamma-Delta…

We're flying east-northeast.

Ten seconds from the point on the map.

The first helicopter will go down to scope the area.

Understood, Inspector. We'll keep this formation.

You stay up and watch our back, Caprara.

Got it, Inspector.

I expect to find a regular kill zone down there.

Be ready to intervene.

There it is, just as I thought.

A training camp.

Go down.

Come on, burn those files!

The other box, hurry!

Get rid of everything!

Move it, guys! Let's go!

It's the cops!

Hurry, get your weapons and take cover!

Hit the deck!

Destroy the evidence! Destroy everything they can get their hands on!

Hurry! Get rid of everything!

Engine's gone!

Go down.

Land it.

Everyone, with me!

Caprara! That way!

Search the area! Look if there's anyone left!

- Everyone, follow me! - Search the tents! Look for any papers!

Whole camp's burning down, I don't think we'll find anything.

Fucking hell! We gotta stop him at all costs!

Over here! Quick!

Let's bite this prick on the ass, Captain.

That way! Let's get him!

Aim for the legs, we need him alive.

Nailed him! Let's go!

Look.

Well, now we know what Rienzi the lawyer looks like.

This passport is definitely false, though.

I managed to make my move first, this time.

Right, Attorney?

I don't think you realise you're making a huge mistake.

Is that supposed to be a threat, Captain Sperlì? Or should I call you Rienzi?

Choose the one you prefer.

This is not the time for jokes.

Do you really believe arresting me will solve anything?

Absolutely.

I'm going all the way.

You'll spill the beans about that list, about all the code names in it.

Stop deluding yourself, Inspector. I won't say a thing.

Oh, I think you should, before they decide to take you out.

Just like it happened to the others.

It's merely a matter of postponing our plan, you see.

And even if we fail, others won't.

That's when you'll regret trying to stop us.

That'd never happen.

And that's because I'm defending my, and everyone else's, freedom.

You suffer from a sense of false democracy, Inspector.

You want to believe all men are equal, that's your fatal mistake.

The actual truth couldn't be more different.

A few superior individuals with the ability to steer the masses, that's how it is.

That's exactly the reason why we need a democracy, and why it needs masses to work.

Not all men are honest, that's true,

but the majority are.

And honest men have the right to choose between good and evil,

between black and white.

Good and evil don't have a political colour, though.

Ortega y Gasset said that believing in left or right ideals…

… is just a way to assert our own stupidity.

Right and wrong equal to good and evil.

And putting bombs on trains or in squares filled with people is clearly evil.

Individuals stop existing when you're caring about the interest of the people.

Is that so? Why don't you ask De Luca's widow or his kids?

Or the other victims' families.

It's our duty to shake the foundations of society.

You sound just like Hitler forty years ago.

Or like Chairman Mao a bit more recently.

You see yourselves as a progressive bunch, don't you?

Our philosophy is much more evolved than that.

You and your kind represent the exact opposite of philosophy.

The first thing philosophy stands for is freedom.

And that's why I'm arresting you, in order to protect said freedom.

You're a murderer, Captain Sperlì.

You'll pay for your crimes, all aimed at subverting the laws of this country.

Captain Mario Sperlì is hereby suspended from his role as an intelligence officer

He's betrayed the trust of his office and abused his powers.

He's also charged with planning a subversive coup against the Italian state.

Maximum priority.

Have this delivered to Inspector Solmi.

It will transform Sperli's provisional arrest into a detention at Regina Coeli.

Even heroes can catch pneumonia, you know?

Yeah, but I bet they get a better wage than I do.

Mannino wants to start interrogating Sperlì this morning at eight.

So early, not very Roman-like.

I guess the "When in Rome…" proverb doesn't apply to him, then, right?

Good morning, Captain.

I've been ordered to take you to Regina Coeli.

The DA is waiting to interrogate you.

After you.

A car will pull up alongside this van at the next light.

You'll be easily able to make it to it.

I won't raise the alarm.

The other agents won't be able to react.

Your escape has already been organised.

Good luck, Captain.

Stop!

What happened?

He was armed. I didn't have time to raise the alarm.

Subtitled by Francesco Massaccesi