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My grandfather always told me,

one day, when this land belongs to you,

remember that
you will also belong to it.

Back then,
I didn't understand what he meant.

But now I do.

He owned 40 hectares of land,

and every year he chose one hectare

and instructed the farmers
to let it lie fallow.

Why?

So not to overdo it.

To ask things for a little bit less
than what they could give.

There are those responsible
for all things that are wrong,

and one mustn't be afraid to hate.

It's simple, he's slow.

-Come on!
-He is slow!

He should be delighted
even to have a contract.

I've seen him play live, he's strong.
A great first touch.

Name one slow football player
who did anything in the last 20 years.

Roberto Baggio!

He wouldn't even play
in the 2nd division today!

-Not even in the 2nd division!
-Give over!

Someone like Baggio would be
doing tricks at the traffic lights.

Like that African guy in Pontebbana!

It's a question of physique.
He should stay at home, end of story!

It's all physique and pills.

Good evening, Speggiorin!

-I see you're in good company!
-Here too!

Mr Belendi!

Doctor Sartori.

I won't invite you to sit down,
as I presume you wouldn't accept.

That's right!

How are your studies going?

I've already learnt everything
about you, Speggiorin.

Keep studying!

Maybe you'll understand
how the world works!

Don't worry,
you'll understand soon enough too.

I promise you that!

-Did you get a good look at his face?
-Yes.

-Are you sure?
-Yes, don't worry!

Horrible people!

THE PROSECCO MURDERS

DRANK WITH THE DEAREST BRETHREN

DRANK WITH THE VENETIAN GIRL

JUST DRANK

-Are you afraid?
-No.

Me neither.

B.B. King.

B.B. King!

There he is!

Come on, in you go.

Up!

Goodbye, boy.

Goodbye.

Thank you.

No, thank you.

It's all right.

Adele, where did this relic come from?

Goodnight, Count.

-Goodnight.
-Do you want breakfast in the morning?

There's no need, thank you.

Thanks for everything, Adele.

Fuck you!

Bastards!

DRANK...

Goodnight, Matteo...

IN MEMORY OF...

"Drunk on the last day of the battle."

-Finished?
-Yes, Inspector.

Okay, you can have the body taken away.

The coroner has to come first.

Really?

All right, then let's wait.

It looks like suicide.
Theatrical, but suicide nonetheless.

Let's wait for the autopsy results,

but there was an empty bottle
of sleeping pills beside him,

some pills on the ground.

Motive?

We don't know.

What should I do?

Nothing.
Write out a report and that's it.

-He knew the motive!
-All right.

It's your first death, isn't it?

No, I've seen
quite a few over the years.

Of course,
but this one is in your hands!

It's your responsibility.

Just be careful not to make
any mistakes, that's all!

Why, have I done something wrong?

No, I was just warning you.

Stucky.

-Are you married? Kids?
-No.

-Anyone to take care of at home?
-No!

Well then, since you got a raise,
why not buy yourself something new?

Nice turtle neck.

...an important wine producer in the area.

His body was found in the small
cemetery of Col San Giusto.

He was well respected,

but also known for his surly
and uncompromising character.

The cause of death is still unknown.

We hear that it may have been suicide,

however that has neither been confirmed
nor denied by the police.

Hi, what kind of dog is it?
A maremma?

Yes.

And what's that, a lizard?

No, it's a gecko.

And what kind of girl are you?
A princess?

Nice to meet you, I'm Alvise.
Can I buy you a drink?

Alvise, turn around and disappear
or I'll break your legs!

Jesus!

Trust me, I'll find a way
and I'll break your legs.

He loved women and food.

He spent his evenings
in front of the fireplace.

He was full of passion for life
and for wine.

A man like that doesn't kill himself,
Mr Policeman.

He swallowed down
a whole bottle of sleeping pills.

And why did he do it?

I don't know.
He was old, no children.

-Maybe he was depressed.
-Depressed my foot!

You've no idea of the wine he produced.
Actually, wait a second...

Have a taste of this.

In fact, read it.

"Red Ribbon."

Behind.

"This wine was produced according
to the rules given to us by the land.

We don't use alien yeast..."
Alien?

Yeah. Continue.

"We don't use chemical pesticides
or stressful farming methods.

We don't try to cheat our land

and we don't ask from it
more than it can give us."

-So?
-A serious man, Stucky!

One like that doesn't kill himself.

What's that got to do with it?

Hemingway killed himself
and he was no fool either!

I knew the Count well,
he had his head well screwed on.

Why don't you investigate?

Nice.

You've never understood
Prosecco, Stucky!

No, it has a...

It's a great Prosecco,
that's what it is!

Cheers!

Koresh!

I know what you're thinking.

It doesn't have turmeric,
like your mother used to make it.

Set the table.

First, your hands!

Fuck!

It's better there, don't you think?
More space!

Uncle, you don't need to do
so much around here.

This?

Where did it come from?

From your father's room.

What did I tell you?
Don't touch my father's room!

This goes back to where it came from!

As you wish.

Did you see the announcement
I left on the table this morning?

The usual scam.

Are you looking for a house or not?

Not yet, I still have to sell
the last lot of carpets.

All right, as you prefer.

But remember,
you can't stay here forever.

Have you found yourself a woman?

No. Because you're a guest here!

You don't move the furniture about,
you don't throw my things out,

and you don't invite people over
without telling me first.

And you don't tell me
when to wash my hands.

I'm your mother's brother,

not just some blow-in.

And you need a father figure!

It's not enough just being older
to be a father figure!

I'll bring a green and blue
Tabriz 60 Raj,

and we can put it there!

-You're still at it?
-I have one!

-Here, give me your plate.
-All right, let's eat.

Are you winning?

How's the game going?

-Bad!
-What do you mean, "bad"?

You always win!

Not against this bastard!

-Olaf.
-Who's he?

A Norwegian. He always wins.

He claims to be 13 years old.
Damn him!

Put more pressure on this knight.

Please, uncle, this is my game.
Thank you.

It's not enough
just being older to win at chess!

Does it annoy you if I sit on the sofa?

No, uncle.

Why don't we sort
your father's room out?

I already told you
it's not to be touched.

It's been like that for 30 years.

Mamma wanted it left like that,
and it's being left like that!

Your mother is no longer here either.

I had realised that, uncle.

Thanks for the suggestion, anyway.

Hello.

This is Zanella, the coroner,
good evening, Inspector.

Good evening, what is it?

I have the information you wanted
regarding Desiderio Ancillotto's death.

Go ahead.

He had something
much worse than sleeping pills.

-Such as?
-A tumour in the stomach.

Unfortunately, in an advanced stage.

How advanced?

The battle had been lost, Inspector.

I understand.

Thank you very much
and have a nice evening.

-Good evening.
-Good evening.

-Good news?
-It seems so!

I think I've just closed my first case.

Congratulations!
This calls for a celebration!

No, thank you, uncle,
I'm tired and I'm going to bed.

-Good night.
-What about Olaf?

I'll deal with Olaf tomorrow.

Ah, uncle, will you do the dishes?

Of course, you take care of your case.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight.

DRANK WITH THE VENETIAN GIRL

-Hello?
-Inspector, it's Landrulli.

-We have another body.
-Where?

Col San Giusto. We're on our way now.

Again in Col San Giusto?

Yes, and it sounds like murder.
24 Caneve Street.

I'm on my way.

Who found him?

His wife,
at more or less twenty minutes past one.

The victim's identity?

Tranquillo Speggiorin, engineer.

Okay,
while we're waiting for the coroner,

let's search the grounds.

The whole perimeter, okay?

The coroner has already been and gone!

-Really?
-Yes.

Landrulli, what did she say?

Between midnight and one o'clock,
he was shot twice in the chest

and once in the shoulder,
probably as he was returning home.

We found these three bullet casings.

And...

Is she the wife?

That's right, Inspector.
We talked to her a while ago.

What did she say?

-She's crying, Inspector.
-I can see, Landrulli!

Did she have anything
interesting to say?

Any useful information?

Yes, that her husband was coming home
from his usual poker game with friends

and that she was sleeping.

Well, we're going to have
our work cut out for us with this case.

Landrulli, my office, we have to talk.
Where's Stucky?

-Stucky? Stucky?
-Yes.

Tranquillo Speggiorin was 53 years old.

For the last 12 years, he was in charge
of the Fondamenta cement works.

Who was he married to?

-To a beautiful pregnant lady!
-Well done!

The beautiful, pregnant sister
of Mr Soldan, Member of Parliament,

a shareholder in the cement works.

Can you feel the ground
shaking beneath your feet?

Stucky?

-Yes?
-Anything to add?

Yes, it's the same village where
Desiderio Ancillotto killed himself.

Do you think it has
something to do with it?

-What do you think?
-I'm asking you, Stucky!

I'm about to retire and more than happy
to pass the case over to you,

but as long as I'm here,
take it nice and easy, no mess!

Good.

What's the most beautiful thing
about this city?

The thing you miss as soon as you leave?

-Rugby?
-No.

The bars.

It has the most
beautiful bars in the world!

Bars where you can sit
and drink your coffee in peace,

read the newspaper,

eat one of those wonderful sandwiches
that they only make here!

Old bars, modern bars,
each one more beautiful than the next.

And when I retire,
I want to go to those bars every day,

and I want people
to smile at me and say:

"Good morning, Mr Leonardi!
How are you today, Mr Leonardi?"

Isn't that right?

So, please, take it nice and easy!
No mess.

-Now, get to work.
-Thank you.

Thank you.

The door!

You knew what you were doing, Buffon!

In your little shop,
you only had one kind of mayonnaise,

one brand of canned tomatoes,
one brand of tuna,

and three kinds of pasta,
spaghetti, penne and tagliatelle.

But you helped us save time.

Nowadays, people in the supermarket

spend hours and hours
picking out food like idiots!

They don't know what they're doing,
and they don't go to the tavern,

and they don't play bocce anymore!

There's no one around anymore!

Listen, Count, you don't have to worry,

I'll take care of your grave
after they bury you.

Don't you worry about a thing.

Tranquillo Speggiorin was
the manager of a large cement works,

the Fondamenta in Col San Giusto.

He was also a member of various bodies
and trade associations in the sector.

He was shot three times during the night

and died immediately.

Police are investigating the identity
and whereabouts of the killer.

What is it, Landrulli?

We've received the first
ballistic reports, Inspector.

The gun used was
a Browning Buck Mark 22 calibre pistol.

It's a rare gun, a target pistol.

This is a list of Buck Mark 22 calibre
owners in the Treviso area.

-14 in total.
-Including Ancillotto!

Great! Your main suspect is a dead man!

Good start!

Shit!

Taking away people's driving licenses

just because they've had
a few drinks is ruining us!

I've lost so many customers
since you set up those checkpoints!

Tell me, is there much money in wine?

Have you any idea
what's behind the wine business?

Around here, they'd bury you standing up
to have more land for Prosecco!

It's a war.

Like where your people come from...
Afghanistan, isn't it?

No, my family are from Persia.
I won't bother explaining where that is.

And besides, I'm half Persian.

And there's no war there.

Has it always been that way?

No. In the past, peasants produced
wine and hardly anyone else.

The big money was in factories.
Like the cement works, for example.

Then they realised they were
sitting on top of a gold mine.

Everyone wants Prosecco, my dear fellow!

But there are only a handful of hills
where the good stuff can be grown.

In particular, the Cartizze hills.

A hectare there costs
as much as a house in Venice.

Really?

-But the Count didn't care about that!
-Why?

Because he loved wine, not money!

His motto was:
better to have less of what's better.

Look, maximum speed limit
50 km per hour!

Police!

Do you know what was the most
beautiful funeral I've ever seen?

No.

Your father's.

Very little fuss, very simple,

but a lot of people
who really cared for him.

The speeches were beautiful too.

In the end,
your mother gave everyone a flower.

I still have it, pressed inside a book.

Good!

Do you remember it?

No, I just remember that I was crying.

The poor man, it was a great injustice.

Did everyone in the village
come here today?

They're all here.

Who are those people
dressed up in costumes?

Don't you know?

That's the uniform
of the Brotherhood of Prosecco!

Is it a fancy-dress parade or a funeral?

Those people are very powerful,
they control everything and everyone,

town councils, mayors, assessors...

They are like the wise men
who oversee the destiny of the Prosecco.

-The Count was one of them.
-It still seems out of place to me.

The one in white looks like
he's going to make his First Communion!

Quit! That's the Grand Master!

Can't he dress like everyone else?

Who's she?

She must be a relative.

I don't know!

Let's go inside.

You go, I'm going to take
a look around the village.

Now that mass is starting?

I can't... I don't really like funerals.

See you afterwards.

What do you want?

Who's winning?

Whoever's best! You want to play?

No, thanks, I have things to do.

It looks to me
like you've got nothing to do.

Come on, it's your turn.

Come on, let's play!

Hello.

I'm from Treviso Police.

Do you live here?

Yes, I look after the house.

Could I take a quick
look around the villa?

The autopsy on Mr Ancillotto's body
left us with some doubts.

It's only a formality, Mrs... Mrs?

Toniut.

Adele.

There was another car, where is it?

Yes, there was,
but the Count gave it away.

What kind of a car?

A yellow taxi.
He had it shipped over from America.

Did he have a dog?

Yes, a maremma. He loved it.

It had a strange name,
but it's no longer here either.

Whom did he give it to?

The Count didn't tell me everything.

This way.

-What's this place?
-This is where I live.

Follow me, please.

Your son?

My son's son.

This way.

This is the kitchen. Over there...

Do you know if Mr Ancillotto
knew Mr Speggiorin?

Yes.

Did they see eye to eye?
Were they friends?

The Count hated him.

There! That's Speggiorin!

You have to go now.

The heir has arrived.

-So, there's an heir!
-Yes.

The Count had a daughter.

They never lived together,
but he acknowledged her as his heir.

She gets everything.

And does that annoy you?

You have to leave now.

When did you last see your father?

When I was a girl in Venezuela, I think.

That's what my mother told me.
I don't remember it.

When I was still small
he wanted to return to Italy.

My mother was a painter
and didn't want to come with him.

And so he left.

We stayed there.

Later, she remarried.

I had a new father, but he left too.

-We were left alone.
-I'm sorry.

It's all right.

That's how men are.

After a while they get tired and leave.

Not all men.

All the men I've known!

And why did you decide to come here?

For the inheritance!

Why? What would you have done?

Of course, I think I probably
would have done the same!

-Thank you, goodbye.
-My pleasure!

-May I see you out?
-No, thank you.

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

You should decide
what you want to throw out.

Whoever buys the house can decide that.

No, I've not forgotten about you!

I could never forget
a beautiful woman like you!

Although sometimes I wonder,
what good was being so beautiful to you?

You were never happy with any man!

No to this one and no to that one,
no to the other one...

And you remained a spinster!

Maria Assunta,
you were always so beautiful!

Good morning, Count!

Oh, Berto! Look at the state of you!

Come here, I'll clean the gravestone
of the best host in the village.

You got us all drunk
when there was a Confirmation,

not to mention a wedding!

You gave your blessing
to more couples than Father Fanti!

Dear Berto!

-What are you doing here?
-Your uncle invited me for supper.

I know what you're going to say!

That I shouldn't invite anyone
without telling you first.

But Secondo is an exception,
because he's a special person.

Special! Sure!
Because you still owe me 200 euro.

That's not true,
I offered to pay but you didn't want it.

He offered me a carpet, I want money!

That carpet is worth much more!

Yes, but I don't want a carpet!

You Italians don't know
a good deal when you see one!

Open the window,
the steam in here will kill us.

It's good steam, it'll do you no harm.

Open them anyway, it's still steam.

Listen, steam is simply the emission
of something becoming air, understand?

So, if that thing is good,
the steam is good!

And this lamb is very good!
Understand now?

And where did you get
the money to pay the butcher?

Or are you only poor
when it comes to paying me?

The butcher can recognise a good deal!

DUST YOU ARE
AND TO DUST YOU SHALL RETURN

We're in a bad way, Piero!

Veteran of a war you never fought,

because the war ended

three days before they were to
send you to freeze in the Russian cold!

But it never ended for you.

Oh, Mrs Toniut, greetings!
Good morning!

Because you kept
seeing Germans everywhere!

All around the village.
Even in church on Sunday!

And you were right,
my dear Alpine soldier,

we're still at war!

Bye, Alpine!

I want to know exactly what they burn
in the chimneys of the cement works.

Get the analysis from them,
they're sure to have some.

-And then we'll check them.
-All right.

Any information regarding
the other Buck Mark owners in the area?

Nothing relevant, no links
to Speggiorin or Col San Giusto.

Previous convictions?

One charge of assault in Belluno five
years ago, but it doesn't seem relevant.

What was it over?

His son's 5-a-side football game.

A disputed penalty!

Ah! I also want a list
of all the shooting ranges in the area!

Stucky! This way.

You know, you could be right!

We discovered there are
some Kosovans in the village

who did seasonal work for Ancillotto.

One has a previous conviction
for theft, another for assault.

So?

Well, if the Count had a Buck Mark

and either of these two characters
worked for him, then perhaps...

-But why?
-You find the motive!

Have you just been promoted or not?

-May I?
-Yes.

Sorry, Stucky. Stucky...

Where did you buy this jacket?

Oh, this. Ah, Slim Fit.

-Did you keep the receipt?
-Yes.

Why?

This is it.

What? What are you looking at?

The colour.

-Hold this!
-Yes.

Hello.

What do you want?

I'm from Treviso Police.
I have some questions for you.

-First, let's play foosball.
-No table football.

I'm an inspector
and this is a serious matter.

Can your friend play?

I understand, in the hills.

Us against you, loser pays 20 euro.

Okay, one quick game.

Inspector, I think I've found
the shooting range you're looking for.

-Put that down.
-Yes.

This way.

-You're on defence.
-Okay.

-You had some questions?
-Yes.

Did you see anything strange
the night Mr Speggiorin was killed?

I didn't, but he never sleeps.
He's an insomniac.

He saw a figure during the night.

Like a ghost.

A black figure.
All black with a black hat.

The black figure had
a dark jacket and dark trousers.

Was it a man?

He says black figure had a nice ass.

I understand,
but a nice ass of a man or a woman?

I understand, thank you.
Goodbye. Let's go, Landrulli.

-Will I get the jacket?
-No!

Good morning.

I'm looking for someone
who came here to shoot

with a Browning Buck Mark 22 calibre.

A lot of people shoot here.

Yes, but the Buck Mark
is a very rare gun.

Isn't it?

Actually, there was
one guy who had a Buck Mark.

-Can you tell me his name?
-I don't remember it.

-Are you sure?
-Yes, I'm sure. Why?

Listen, I hope your register
is kept in accordance with the law!

Do you not record the name
of everyone who comes in here?

Or do you have virgin daughters
returning home pregnant from here?!

Our register is perfectly in order.

Great, then let me see it, please.

Desiderio Ancillotto.

-The Count?!
-And you didn't remember him?

I'm not a computer!

Did he come here alone?

Sometimes he brought
a nice filly with him.

Perhaps they came a dozen times.

-Did both of them shoot?
-Yes.

She was a good shot.

He couldn't hit a thing.
The poor guy was half-blind.

Why are you only telling me now?

It's a matter of privacy.

What do you mean "privacy"?!

Describe the girl for me.

Dark eyes, dark hair...

Glasses? Earrings? Necklaces?
Anything particular about her?

How would I know!

She had a tattoo on her arm.

A sort of lizard with a short tail,
something like that.

So, you had a good look?

Why, is it a crime
to check out a nice girl?

-A gecko?
-That's right, a gecko.

All right.

Thank you!

-Here we are.
-Thank you.

No, your coffee is too short,
I'll make another one.

-No, there's no...
-No, no!

-There's no need!
-No, no, don't argue!

Listen, did you know
Desiderio Ancillotto?

Goodness yes! He was always here.

He was a handsome man. Very elegant!

Did he come alone?

Sometimes, other times he came
with these different girls who...

Because he was a charming man!

-Very charming!
-I understand.

Foreign girls?

No, no, these were very Italian!

Certain beauties from Venice who...

I know because
he used to sit right there.

-From Venice, are you sure?
-Absolutely certain!

I've got a good ear for accents.
I'm certain of it.

And tell me, do you think
they were very Italian and good girls,

or just very Italian?

Oh, I'd say just very Italian!

Who is that man?

That's Isacco Pitusso.

I'll make you another one.
He lives in the village. A strange man.

Strange in what way?

The poor man is mad.

He spends all his time
in the cemetery cleaning gravestones.

He's always talking about
these deaths from tumours.

He calls them "the rust".

What?

The tumours.

That's right. Poor man.

-I'll go and make your coffee!
-Thank you.

-Stucky!
-Hi, Scarpa!

-How are things?
-Fine, thanks. What about you?

-Can't complain!
-Listen, I need a favour.

I'm looking for someone in Venice.

I'll see what I can do.
Give me a description.

Female, I believe she's in the game...

-Have you got a photo?
-No.

No, all I know is that she has a tattoo
of a lizard or a gecko on her arm.

A gecko? A gecko on her arm?

-I'll see what I can do.
-Let me know.

-I'll get back to you.
-Thanks.

-Bye, Stucky!
-Bye.

In February of last year,

Ancillotto went
to the local police to denounce

Speggiorin's cement works
for environmental pollution.

Following this, Speggiorin presented

an analysis of emissions
from the chimneys.

This is the file, it's all in here.

See, everything was within regulation.

Who carried out the analysis?

Various chemical experts
from three different universities,

one of whom
is a resident of Col San Giusto.

Dr Sartori.

Good evening.

My name is Stucky,
I'm from Treviso Police.

-Dr Sartori?
-Yes, good evening.

I have some analysis to show you.

Blood analysis?

From the Fondamenta cement works.

-Do you have them with you?
-Of course.

I've shown them
to a few different people

and we've been puzzled by them,

so perhaps you could give me
ten minutes of your time?

One minute will suffice.

Everything was fine.

The analysis
was carried out with utmost care

and concern for the local residents.

Therefore, in your opinion,
the cement works is of no risk.

Not in my opinion.

Listen, that cement works
has been a blessing.

It has brought wealth
and employment to people here.

And...

did you know Desiderio Ancillotto?

What's that got to do with anything?

It's a simple question:
did you know him or not?

Everybody around here knew him, why?

No, nothing, nothing.

Goodbye.

Careful! Those are the last
of your mother's glasses.

I know!

They were a wedding present from me.

-They came from Samarkand.
-I know.

They used to always slip out
of your father's hands as well.

He used to say that those glasses
were eels reincarnated.

Parvaneh always pulled
his ear when he let one fall.

He'd open his arms and look like
the most innocent man in the world.

They always loved each other a lot.

Always in each other's arms,
like children.

-Goodnight, uncle.
-Goodnight.

Good morning, Count.

There's still a lot of work to be done.

No time to rest.

Good evening,
dear members of the Brotherhood.

As you well know, a few days ago

Count Ancillotto passed away.

He was a great man.

Perhaps one of the most
famous of the Brotherhood.

And as is our tradition...

we are here to honour him.

Today, we will open this meeting

by honouring him in silence.

The Count left us a farewell letter,

and asked for it to be read
here by his daughter,

Celinda, who has just
arrived from South America.

And I hope she will soon accept
our invitation to join the Brotherhood.

If you would, please, miss.

Thank you.

"Dear friends and brothers,

when you read this letter,
I will no longer be amongst you,

but my fields
and my vines will still be there,

and everything else
I inherited from my grandfather.

My family is a child of this land

and I spent much of my life here,
but I leave this land,

even if I have done everything
I could have to defend it,

uglier and more vulgar
than how I found it.

The fault does not rest with me,
and I can say that with pride.

These are the last few times
I ever look at myself in the mirror,

but I do so without shame.

Some of those responsible
for the destruction of this place

are seated amongst you.

Therefore, while I am still alive,

I want to say to those who have
destroyed this land with impunity

and poisoned our air,
that this is not the end.

The Law may allow you to continue,
but I will not.

Count Ancillotto
will always be your enemy,

both in life and in death..."

This is madness! Madness!

I've lived here for 25 years,

and I can guarantee that there
aren't many places better than here!

This place has been treated
with great respect!

They are nothing but obsessions!
The obsessions of a crazy old man!

And you, how dare you
come here and offend us?!

What do you know about this place?

Celinda!

-Is everything all right?
-Just a little upset.

Did you really not know
about the letter?

-Are you sure?
-I swear it!

I don't know whom it refers to,
I don't know anything about this place!

But I hadn't read out the last line.

"Count Ancillotto will always be
your enemy, both in life and in death...

and if everything has gone as planned,

you will know my words are not in jest."

I must ask your permission
to take another look around the villa.

So, have you found a buyer?

Mr Belendi seemed very interested.

Will he pay well?

-It's a lot of money for me!
-I can imagine.

My mother always told me
that this was a boring place,

that only a fool like
my father would move back here.

He had travelled the world.

He could have lived anywhere,
instead he chose to come here.

Now I understand a bit why.

This place is very beautiful.

Who knows whether your father had...

a favourite room.

I don't know.

Can we see the wine cellar?

When I was a child I had a dress
with a red ribbon just like this one.

My mother said it was
a present from her Italian friend.

-He must have sent it.
-Yes.

My father always gave me socks
and underwear as presents.

He was afraid I wouldn't have any.

And after he died,
I never had any socks!

There were two drawers full of his,

but my mother
didn't want me to wear them.

When did it happen?

Excuse me.

-Hi, Scarpa.
-I've found her!

-Where?
-Giudecca.

My sources tell me
her name is Francesca Beltrame.

There's a yellow taxi,
like those you see in American films,

-parked in Piazzale Roma.
-It's her.

She was Calzavara's woman
for a few years, remember him?

-The armed robber!
-That's the one.

He used to beat her, she lost a child
when she was seven months pregnant.

She left him,
got her life back together,

and now she's a prostitute.

Do you want me to send
someone to pick her up?

-No, I'll go.
-All right.

-Thank you, goodbye.
-Bye.

-I have to go.
-Of course.

-Bye.
-Bye.

What do you want?

Are you Miss Francesca Beltrame?

Yes.

I have some questions for you.

About what?

I'm from Treviso Police.

Will you come down or can I come up?

Come up.

Show me your badge.

Come in.

What a nice dog! What is it, a maremma?

Yes.

-Hello! What's his name?
-B.B. King.

How may I help you?

Did you know Desiderio Ancillotto?

Vaguely.

-Vaguely?!
-Yes.

-Was he a client of yours?
-What do you mean "client"?

Don't waste my time, please!
That was his dog.

What if it was?

You were seen together
at a bar in Col San Giusto.

Perhaps.

You were also seen at a shooting range.
They tell me you're a good shot!

Do you know Tranquillo Speggiorin?

-No!
-No?

Then why were you seen outside
his house the night of his murder?

Seen by who?

The Count was a wonderful man,
an extraordinary person.

So I've heard!

-Did you kill Speggiorin?
-No!

-Who killed him?
-I don't know, but it wasn't me!

Can I have a glass of water, please?

When did you first meet Mr Ancillotto?

Count Ancillotto!

First, the Italian Republic
doesn't recognise noble titles,

and second, at this moment
you're accused of murder!

Therefore, be very careful
how you answer my questions!

When did you first meet Ancillotto?

Two years ago.
A client of mine introduced us.

Did you see each other often?

Once a month initially,
then he called more frequently.

-He must have liked me.
-Did he pay you?

Yes, but then he stopped.

-Why?
-I told him to.

Because I liked him.

So, if you like them
you don't ask for money!

Not him.

-Then he got sick, right?
-Yes.

And he asked you to kill Speggiorin!

Yes.

He asked me to do it.

He gave me his gun and money
to get away afterwards.

A lot of money.

Why you?

You said it yourself, I'm a good shot!

The Count no longer had good eyesight,
he was afraid of missing.

Besides, he liked the idea of people
being afraid of him after his death.

But I didn't do it.

Who killed him then?

I don't know. I swear.

I went there, I was ready to do it,

but then I saw
there was a pregnant woman.

The Count hadn't told me.

The next day, I saw that someone else
had killed him, but I don't know who.

What happened to
the money Ancillotto gave you?

I have it. Is that a crime?

Yes!

However, murder is a more serious crime.

Why did Speggiorin have to be killed?

The Count said that the cement works
had made him and a lot of others sick.

Where's the gun?

I put it back in its place,

in a secret underground room
in the wine cellar.

You get inside by twisting a bottle
on the wine rack, go see for yourself!

The gun is hanging
from a nail beside the desk.

And you didn't shoot it?

No.

I'm sorry,
but your story isn't convincing.

-Hello?
-Landrulli.

Good evening.

Come to Venice with three men,
we have an arrest to make.

-One problem, Inspector.
-Where are you?

In Col San Giusto.

Someone has killed Dr Sartori!
Come at once.

Three shots.
Two in the back and one in the stomach.

Stucky!

What now?

You're off on wild goose chases,

while there's a killer here
doing whatever he pleases!

Shit!

Well done, Count!

That's two!

There's been another murder!

-Who?
-Dr Sartori.

The man who shouted at you
during the Brotherhood meeting.

Open up the wine cellar,
I have to check something straight away!

Take this.

INAUGURATION OF THE
FONDAMENTA CEMENT PLANT

Why did my father kill himself?

ENVIRONMENTAL ANALYSIS
OF THE FONDAMENTA CEMENT PLANT

I hope I can tell you soon.

The only thing I know
is that he didn't kill anyone.

Then who did?

I don't know.

I thought I knew,

instead I don't know anything anymore.

"Dear Lawyer, I write to inform you
that my mother and I have decided

not to continue with the legal
action into my father's death.

For any further communication,
please call me and not my mother,

as she no longer wishes to discuss

the matter
and I have recently turned 18.

However, if possible,
please do not call me either,

as I too no longer
wish to discuss the matter."

What does it say?

They're using the cement
works as an incinerator!

They burn all kinds of stuff.

Why didn't we know this?

Because Dr Sartori's analysis was fake.

The shareholders won't be
very happy to hear about this!

Or our member of parliament!

Especially if the analysis
end up in the newspapers.

Stucky, our lips are sealed,
not a word of this to anyone, all right?

This is the motive.

Ancillotto decided to protect
his people and his land.

And then there's this.

-Who are they?
-I haven't got a clue.

All I know is that the last name on
the list is his, Desiderio Ancillotto.

What the hell
is going on around here today?!

-Who's this mad man!
-Oh God!

-I want to talk to the Chef.
-I'm sorry, with who?

I want to talk to the Chef!

And you are Mr...?

I want to confess.

I did it.

You?

Dead! Bang, bang, bang!

Whom did you kill?

It was all my fault!

I asked the Count and he killed them!

What the hell is he talking about?

Isacco...

are you saying it were you?

Yes.

You did it?

How did you do it?

With the gun.

Isacco, do you know who shot Sartori?

Why don't you understand me? I did it!

Shoot me! Shoot me!

I'll go to the Count
and tell him myself!

Well done, Pitusso! Well done!

Afterwards the world
will become beautiful and smooth!

Like it used to be.

Everything beautiful!

Landrulli.

This way.

Well done, Count! Well done, Count!

And well done, Pitusso!

Well done, Count! You were right!

Do you think he's protecting someone?

I don't think so.

Then why admit
to crimes he didn't commit?

Because for him they're not crimes,
they're virtues!

Virtues?

I think you're a bit confused, Stucky.
You should get some rest.

But what about the investigation?

I'll take over the case for now.
I'll decide who to put in charge later.

You can go.

That's all.

Go.

I want a patrol in front
of my house 24 hours a day!

We only have a certain
amount of resources.

I want to speak to your boss, please!

The Inspector is out right now.

Then his boss! He must have a boss!

Lower your voice, please!

Now kindly make your way
out of the building. Please.

What are you doing, uncle?

How is the investigation going?

Badly. I asked what you were doing?

Not to worry.
At least you tried your best!

Uncle, I already told you
I can't give you this room.

It's not for me. I'm moving out.

Did you find a house?

It belongs to
one of Secondo's customers.

He found it for me.

-But first, help me with something.
-No, no...

Look, here are some jackets
that I think would look great on you.

I already have a jacket!

Try it on.

Try it.

There.

This was your father's favourite jacket.

It looks good on you,
you should wear it now and again.

Look at how sweet your parents were.

I'm going to get the vacuum cleaner.

Hi!

Hi!

Were you going out?

I was going to visit my father.

-Will you come with me?
-To visit your father?

Yes. I think you probably
know him better than I do!

If only I did!

Why did you come?

I came to say goodbye.

They've transferred me
over to another case,

so we won't be seeing each other again.

-I wanted to let you know.
-Thank you.

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

-Have you sold the property?
-Not yet.

I asked for some time to think it over.

Trying to get a better price?

No, I just wanted
a bit of time to think.

Probably a good idea.

-Well, I'll leave you alone.
-No, stay.

What is it?

Rust.

Rust...

Angelo.

What's going on?

Maybe I'm onto something!

Pietro...

Piero!

Maria Assunta.

Berto.

"Luca, Maria, Matteo..."

Where are they?

Luca, Maria...

Luca.

Maria.

Hello, Matteo.

Soon we'll have justice, I promise.

The Count's daughter isn't here.

Matteo Toniut was your grandson.

And he got sick because of the pollution
from the cement works, isn't that right?

The people of this village
have suffered a lot,

and those responsible have
never been brought to justice.

But you and Ancillotto
knew who they were.

That's right.

I did my duty! I had my justice!

It's called revenge, Adele, not justice!

I'm not interested in your opinion.
Take me wherever you want.

May I get my coat?

Hands up! Hands up!

-Up! Up!
-No, Adele...

Soon this place will be full of police.
Please, don't shoot.

The Count told me to never give up!

He was wrong! You can't murder people!

Not even those who have killed others.

They're murderers, they have to pay!

That's not how it works!

I've already killed twice,
one more won't make any difference!

I haven't done anything!

Adele, please, put the gun down!

-Please.
-The other two said please as well!

Listen! Listen!

I lost my father in an accident.

An accident at work.

They didn't do anything
to the person responsible.

He didn't even say sorry.

I know who he is, I know where he lives,

and believe me
every morning when I wake up

I think about going to make him pay.

And every morning I decide not to.

I'm nobody's executioner.

I promise there'll be a full and proper
investigation into the cement works,

but now, please stop.

Enough deaths, enough!

Too many have died already!

Speggiorin made a fortune burning
all kinds of stuff in the cement works.

Even hospital waste, says Toniut.

Over a short period of time,

they started dying like flies
in this small village.

Then, Matteo Toniut died.

And that made Ancillotto furious!

He planned everything out
with Francesca Beltrame,

but at the last moment
she couldn't do it.

Adele Toniut understood
and decided to do it herself.

She went down to the wine cellar,
found the gun, and did it.

You've become very precise,
you know that?

May I?

That cement works will get some
powerful people into a lot of trouble.

It'll be shut down for a long time.

Some journalists managed to get
their hands on Ancillotto's report.

All hell is going to break loose here!

-Who gave it to them?
-What?

The report?

Let's go for a Spritz?

At this hour?

-My treat!
-All right then!

INSPECTOR STUCKY

Guess who?

Hello, Mammy, it's me! How are you?

Have you eaten? Don't get cold now!

Bye, see you soon! Bye!

Matteo, let me tell you something,
the Count was a great man.

He was a knight!

If only more men were like him!

Now, the Count
will come here to walk with you.

You'll have fun together,
he'll play with you.

Bye, you little rascal!
See you tomorrow!

Behave yourself! Bye!

-Hello.
-Hello.

Who's this?

-He was your father's dog.
-Really?

I believe his name is B.B. King.

B.B. King!

A total success, you even found his dog!

Well, it wasn't all me!

Will you come to visit him?

Who? The dog?