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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