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I've changed your appointment with the bank, as you said, Mr. Benzi.

Good.

I've had the stocks frozen until there's a change in the market.

Good.

I've drawn up a rough copy of the contract for the plastics.

Good.

- And don't forget to sign the transcript. - No, no.

Good morning, Mr. Benzi.

Positions.

Take positions again.

Well, how am I doing?

You have four tens & nine in the first, four tens & nine in the second.

Okay, go ahead.

What's this? You training kids now?

A kid?

He's 20 years old. He's almost as good a marksman as you are.

Playing around with too many women doesn't help keep your hands steady.

- Better watch out, then, or else - I don't play around with women.

I guess you should, it'll make you more human.

- Show me how you do it. - Sure, I'd be glad to.

Positions.

- That's pretty good. - But I'm not as good as you.

- What squad are you in? - Investigations. Photographer.

Why are you here?

Helps train the eye. As a photographer, it's good discipline.

- You want some advice? - Sure, from you anytime.

Stick to photography.

Better still pornography.

Believe me, it's a better aim.

Inspector, let me work with you, can I?

- Well, Gruber, you're free at last. - I hope so.

With a police file as long as the Great Wall of China, what'll you do?

Screw you and all the others like you.

You could say he came to a speedy end.

The autopsy will verify that.

Seems to me he got more than he paid for.

Yeah, but who sold it to him?

- You'd better ask. - He won't answer.

- There's a girl you could ask. - There's a girl?

Yeah, she's in there with a case of shock.

You might have told me sooner.

- Where is she? - In there.

- You know her? - Never seen her ever.

At least not before I saw them here together.

She's a junkie too.

Her arms are covered in needlework.

He'll have to pay for this too, the bastard.

Don't think that man's death puts an end to this case.

The lab boys ought to get over here.

Yeah, call them right away.

I'd like you to leave the girl to me and keep quiet about it.

I don't understand you, Benzi.

You use my banks in all your financial deals and your trades outside of Italy.

My high level contacts I use

have always been useful for payoffs for tax evasion.

So why the hell did you decide to give such a lot away to the Church?

Why?

My dear Lenderona, it was a great business investment.

A relatively small contribution

for gaining a monopoly of the entire world,

for my bank and souvenirs.

Why, America alone could net me millions.

Think of your percentage for handling the transaction.

Let's say five percent.

Five percent?

She'll sleep solidly for ten hours and when she finally comes to she'll be worse than ever.

She'll vomit like she never knew what hit her.

Her body will ache and she'll cry a lot but don't worry, she'll get over it.

If she doesn't beat her head in begging for a shot.

If someone has the strength to stick by her & fight, she'll be as normal as me.

As normal as you.

I'm sure as hell not going to bank on it for the time being.

Thanks, Franco. For everything.

Don't be silly. We're friends, aren't we?

- Give my love to Paola. - Sure, of course I will.

- Ciao. - Ciao.

Hey, listen, why don't you come over and see us one day?

- Okay. I'll do that. - You always say that.

This time I mean it. Ciao.

Hey, move over, Whiskey.

- Gruber, what a surprise. - Yeah.

Have a drink. I did not expect to see you.

Give me a glass of vodka.

- You sure that's all you want? - Where's Sportelli?

But I haven't seen him in ages.

A year, if not more.

He's got an office now. He hires out motorboats.

He's a bastard, but I'm glad to hear it.

Now where's this office, eh? Where is it?

On the pole. The bridge at Trenchin.

Bravo.

Keep it up, son.

We'll have the full report by tomorrow, but Dr. Fillipo says you're right, boss.

You should know by now. The boss is always right.

There were traces of cyanide in the syringe and in the boy's bloodstream.

I knew already, Fillipo phoned me.

Stefano Kazan, year of birth, 1956.

Another one who can't tell us anything anymore.

Because that bastard has shut him up forever.

That boy's fate is on our conscience.

If we'd arrested him in time he'd be alive.

Instead we used him as bait and he got caught.

You're saying we more or less kill him ourselves.

That wasn't what I said.

It's just that we've wasted six months for nothing.

But I'll get him if it takes years, day and night.

I won't give him a moment's rest, and I'll risk anything.

He's the brains behind the whole drug scene in Milan.

Once he's nailed, we clean up the lot.

There might have been two victims instead of one.

Oh, by the way, is the girl coming along all right?

She's asleep, I guess.

I think I'll go home.

Ciao.

You'll have seen the basin I left you. You won't need anything else.

I tried to think of reasons for you to live normally, I couldn't find any.

Life is pretty shitty.

But when I got up this morning, the sun was shining.

I'll be right with you.

Oh, it's you, Gruber. My God.

I haven't seen you for a long time now.

But you won't be seeing me again as far as that goes.

Why did you do that? You must be out of your mind.

I want to know how you managed to buy all this.

With the money, but I never thought...

You thought you could cheat Gruber by spending all that money.

It was yours and mine, if you remember, before you sold me to the police.

Now you've bought a big piece of land big enough to bury you in.

And you're going to lie in that plot real soon.

One moment, Gruber.

Listen, you've got nothing to gain by killing me.

One less prick.

I let you take the rap, I know. But it's not the same now.

Explain that.

This office here is only a big put-on.

See, it's a front to cover up our activities, a boat renting service.

What we really do is worth millions, understand? Tens of millions.

All right, go on.

I just ship it in and sell it.

As smooth as sailing.

No more trucks to be searched or private cars for the cops to tear apart.

It's all so easy now, I tell you.

- You need any cash? - Yes.

In that case, there's plenty of money here.

Shouldn't have gone for your gun.

Fucking bastard.

Have a good swim.

Stay where you are.

- He had it coming to him. - I know.

I tailed you since you got out of jail.

But why?

No questions.

Sir, you want a piece of chocolate?

- You wonder why you get fat. - Who cares.

- How about the girl? - Sleeping, I told you.

You think she'll blab?

I'm pretty sure she'll keep her mouth shut.

- Oh, you are? - Yes.

In that case, I'll hire her as my driver.

Hey, move out of the way. Come on.

Hey, pull over.

You see who that was?

No, who?

It was Zardi.

Seems to have learned his lesson and found himself some work.

I don't believe it, follow him.

My boy, wait.

Lie down, I said.

Get a bit closer and let me out.

Who are you?

Shh. Police. Narcotics squad.

Here, you can learn it by heart.

What are you looking for?

I don't know, miss.

I told you, I was a pretty good driver, didn't I?

- What are you doing? - Shh.

- Where's he being taken? - To the airport.

Then he's being flown to Lugano.

- What's wrong with him? - It's a heart case.

What's the treatment?

Intramuscular Spartaena.

I'm a trained nurse, if that's what you're worried about.

No, no.

Here's what I was looking for.

It's pure heroin.

We'll be there pretty soon.

Sometimes I envy you, Whiskey.

Thanks. I enjoyed my ride, Zardi.

That was a good idea to put heroin in the oxygen bottle, you know.

But you're too well known to be driving in this.

That's a mistake.

You should be cleverer than that.

Yeah, I wish I had been.

Excuse me, but there's a patient in there that has to be flown out.

You better get the the driver to help you.

Go ahead. Have a good trip.

He's getting away.

Are you letting him go?

There's 4 or 5 pounds of heroin in that van, which is a lot.

I'm letting Zardi go since he's a small fish. He'll lead us to the top.

Understand? Get it?

If you do that, you'll see what happens to you.

To both of us. You're in this too.

So, you knew nothing about the heroin that got planted in the oxygen cylinder.

But, Zardi, how come he was working for you?

He had a police record.

I knew nothing about him. He was hired last week.

He had a very important recommendation.

Who recommended him?

I'm afraid I can't say.

Doesn't matter.

You don't want to say?

I'm not going to push it.

Fairy godmothers prefer to remain incognito.

That's fair.

We're in agreement then.

You took a room here yesterday and stayed all evening.

Three men are willing to testify they saw you here.

Yeah, why?

It gives you a cast iron alibi, for sure.

This room is where you had your meal.

Served alone by the man who runs this pensione.

Now, you ought to be good and not getting into any trouble.

Especially with women, okay?

Otherwise, I'll send those pictures to someone who'll be interested in them.

Who are you?

Go on, drink your milk.

Did you make love to me?

No, I slept in there last night.

Stephano!

Died from overdose?

Yeah.

It doesn't matter much to me.

I barely knew him after all.

But it was terrible, you know.

It was the same here too, terrible.

And it's not over yet.

Did you clean up, leave me messages and glasses of milk?

Yeah.

I'm grateful to you.

I owe you a lot.

Have you another occupation?

The police.

So I'm sort of under arrest.

No, no one wants to do that.

If I wanted to arrest you, I wouldn't have told you anything.

- Anyway, what's your name? - Irene.

That can't be all.

It's all that matters.

There's nothing to worry about for now, sir.

Part of the order's made up already.

I'll have them work overtime if necessary.

Just to make sure.

Good.

I heard everything.

The old man replied with a mumble and a gesture.

But it was enough for me. I got the whole thing.

- Everything. - Let's go.

He ordered 2000 tiny dolls that look like Vatican guards.

That many? What for?

To export them as souvenirs for Holy Year.

How could you?

Benzi's doing his bit for Holy Year and you're giving him a bad name.

Look in the back while I check his license.

Alright, let's see your papers.

- What's going on? - Nothing. A check.

I have license, insurance, everything.

I'm going to decide that.

This wiper is broken.

It's not broken. It just looks that way.

Hey, be careful. It's a new truck.

There's a bump here.

It's a head lamp. Nothing to worry about. I'll have it fixed.

Yeah, quick.

Hey, oh, you can't book me for that.

No?

- No, it's daylight. I don't need it. - How about your signal?

- Let me look at the back. - Front light's not good enough?

Now you want to look at the back.

What are you doing? We can't search this without a warrant.

- I'll take the responsibility. - You decide everything. I don't count.

Except when there's trouble, then both our necks are on the line.

Finished?

- Forget the lights. - Thanks. I'll fix it.

Go on.

- What did you find? - Nothing.

- Now what? - Don't know, Benzi is too smart for us.

Terzi, do you know, do you know a man who keeps his hair...

too long, doesn't give a damn about discipline,

wears a gun in the pocket of his jeans,

like Serpico, who took it on himself to search a truck that does import-export.

It is called Benzi & Company.

- In the police? - Yeah.

You might say he's in the police.

Have you any idea who I'm talking about?

Yeah, I know a guy like that.

I believe you do. I do too.

Only you fit that description in the police.

And you had to be in my department.

Why can't you get it that Benzi is a businessman just like any other?

All his dealings are totally above suspicion.

What did you find when you searched the truck?

He's a bigger son of a bitch than I thought.

Were there any drugs hidden in it?

Terzi, I'm quite sure that Milan is just a city that drugs pass through.

The big organizations are in Sicily, Rome.

I'm wasting my breath telling you this, of course.

Spare me then.

The drug scene in Milan is controlled by Benzi.

An affair of the heart,

that is difficult to understand, what can it be?

Ten letters.

What is it then?

Hello.

We, the association of underpaid officers of the law bid you a peaceful night.

- Flatfoot. - No, it's not that.

Two letters short.

- What? - The crossword.

- How long have you been taking drugs? - Three years.

Well, nearly four.

- Where do you get them? - Wherever I can.

Everyone knows I'm always on the lookout.

How do you manage to pay?

That's enough questions, thank you.

Okay, I'm finished. You better get ready. I have to go.

No, please wait.

Can't I stay here?

What for?

Don't you have anywhere to stay?

Sure, I do. I even have a mum.

I'll introduce you to her.

Come on, hurry up.

Are you always so kind to people?

I don't want to finish up like Stefano.

Just the thought of it makes me quake.

But there's no one to help me stop. I want to stop taking drugs.

- Break the habit now. - It's gone beyond that point already.

I'm not as hooked as others who kicked it.

One in a thousand.

It might take a struggle, but I'd like to try.

So you can pinch everything in here to buy yourself a shot of heroin?

I've got enough trouble as it is.

Here, go buy yourself something to eat.

No, thanks. Give me just some change.

I want to quit.

I might not resist with all that.

I know.

- Morning, Sergeant. - Hi there.

Coffee?

Yeah, that might be an idea.

Anything to report?

Well, he spent the whole night with his wife, but he didn't say a thing.

I should think not. No one ever confides in his wife.

They confide in whores.

Yes, that's why they're paid.

That's why they know everything.

Go on, smoke.

It's the first one in the morning that really gets you in the lung.

Only it's the nicest.

Listen in.

He got up early this morning, didn't he?

The first batch has been delivered.

The rest next week.

What's the weather like in Lugano?

Not bad, not bad at all.

Well, things are heating up a bit here too.

I think things are warmer where you are.

The weather here is cooler than before.

Good, I'll see to it.

This afternoon I'm going to be with you know who.

But you are coming up here, aren't you?

- Aye. - See you tomorrow evening.

I'll see you in Lugano.

So I've discovered your secret at last. Trying to fool me?

What are you talking about?

You're taking me with you to Switzerland for our anniversary.

I'm going to Lugano on business.

Alone.

Let me listen to that phone call again.

I'm afraid the recording's pretty bad. This equipment's kind of tired.

You better get a new one from the CIA.

Their equipment's fine.

- Please hold. - But I've never seen you in my life.

- Please, I have to go. - It's urgent, if you'd be so kind.

- I won't be long. - But I can't stand here...

Hey, what about your groceries?

Listen here.

Stay where you are.

Well, well, if it isn't Zardi.

My old buddy.

Good God.

You just served a term of imprisonment.

Wasn't it enough for you?

Oh, look, this time I'm clean.

I swear it. No more drugs.

Now it's armed robbery.

- Better and better. - Hey, look, give me a break.

What the hell.

You didn't know I was a cop?

- No, I didn't. - No, you didn't.

Well, why the fuck didn't you ask?

You trained him to catch girls, I suppose.

It wasn't a very friendly way to go about it, was it?

Not what I intended.

Well, I think it was very friendly to save me

from those bank robbers.

I wanted to save my groceries, as a matter of fact.

It was a good idea to save someone who could cook.

By the way, what's your name?

Franca. And you?

Mark.

Aren't you Italian?

- Well, that's an English name, isn't it? - Yeah.

I was in America with the Narcotics Squad.

They called me, Mark the Narc.

- The Narc? - Narcotics.

Sounds interesting.

Let's not talk about my work.

Have you been long in Milan now?

I come and go a lot.

What do you mean by that?

The fact is, I'm sent from pillar to post all over the country.

I was in a little place to begin with, but I got promoted.

- They sent me away. - And there's not some girl?

Oh, some, yes.

Hello?

Okay.

Yeah, sure, right away.

I'm gonna look in every phone booth from now on.

You better dress.

Here.

- How about the cheese? - There wasn't any.

Anyone who can't put some cheese in a pizza, shouldn't be a cop.

What are you doing in the police force then?

I'm just acting on doctor's orders.

Doctor? Why the doctor?

It was 1968, I was still at university.

I used to get banged up a bit on the head.

So the doctor said, go join the police. You get a pension.

Good advice. Cops don't beat each other.

Not in the head anyhow.

He arrive on time, it seems.

What is his hurry?

- I don't know. - Cover up.

Crafty old fox.

Do we have a search warrant?

I guess it's useless to ask, you don't care.

No? Just as I thought.

Inspector Terzi.

Was it me you came to see?

Or my good friend, the chief of police?

Oh, now we've done it.

I'm always home alone. You care nothing for your mother.

Sleep around with anybody you have a mind to.

No sense of morality.

Mother, that's not true. All my friends are decent.

I don't want them in my house.

They're revolting and so are you.

You hungry?

It's true. I want to talk to you about Stephano.

- It wasn't an excuse. - Really?

Yes.

I lied to you when I pretended I'd just met him.

I'd gone out with him once and he told me he could get me some heroin for sure

from a guy called Zardi.

Is that some use to you?

It might be of use to you if you really mean what you told me about

wanting to shake it for good.

For a policeman, you're pretty unusual.

What does a man who's just gotten out of university do?

I wrote for 8 different jobs, only one replied, Ministry of Internal Affairs.

That's the reason.

It wasn't a vocation then, the call for law and order.

That too.

The drugs were worth it.

No one knows better than me, if you knew what I used to do to get it.

Only often, it seems the only way, the only solution.

How often I tried to give it up,

but I came back to it always after trying to find other ways.

After trying to satisfy my craving with something safe.

But I never did.

I simply found myself alone.

Alone.

You're the only person who's ever treated me like a human being.

Help me, won't you? Show me what to do.

I'm not capable alone.

I'll be finished.

Start by avoiding that crowd of yours, then we might talk about it some more.

Listen, mind if I stay here with you?

I made coffee, hope it's not too disgusting.

Great being with you, even if we never made love.

I felt good for the first time in years. Thank you.

Here you are. Ciao, Whiskey.

See who that was?

If I'm not mistaken, it's...

Gruber.

Yes, it is.

We got one hell of a mess of trouble here.

You said it.

The one who gave the German away was obviously Sportelli.

He wound up in the morgue the minute Gruber was free.

- We found ourselves up a blind alley. -That's right.

Think it has anything to do with drug traffic?

I'm sure it doesn't.

I think it's more likely a case of revenge.

Yes, although...

Our friend Zardi, who seems to have given up ambulances,

has had a visit from Gruber.

And wherever there's Zardi, there's drugs.

So it's safe to say Gruber has decided to climb on the bandwagon.

- We must talk to Zardi. - So do I.

Well, Jerry!

You check Gruber's alibi?

That's watertight.

When he got out of jail, he moved into a rooming house.

Even homicide agrees on that.

And he was there the night Sportelli was killed?

Yes.

There were five witnesses.

And I'm including the lady owner.

And they're all clean?

Like hell they are.

I wouldn't trust one of them, they're all faggots.

It's strange he moved in there.

Why did you say it's strange Gruber went to that rooming house?

Because if Gruber has one thing clearly fixed in his mind, it's pussy.

Snatch.

It's always getting in trouble with women.

- You know? - Yeah.

Gruber staying at a gay hangout like the Mimosa is strange.

Here.

Find this person and tell me where he is.

I'm going out.

- When are you leaving? - Tomorrow, I think.

How I envy you.

If I had my way, I'd spend all my time in Switzerland.

Tomorrow, Lindona will go with you.

And over the weekend, I'll join you.

And we'll have a drink.

- Have you got it? - Yes, it's pretty clear.

That you're looking for trouble, as usual.

- Trouble's my name. - Yeah, I knew.

- Who's tailing Benzi? - Matsulo.

As soon as he leaves the studio, he's going to call the apartment.

- And the secretary? - He left Milan.

good.

Christ.

Yep.

Yes, yes, very well. I'll make sure.

There's new development.

Unpleasant news for you.

To do with Benzi. I'm sure you've guessed.

Go ahead.

I have a complaint here filed by Benzi against persons unknown

who broke in and searched his house,

and caused bodily harm to his secretary.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I must warn you that Benzi is certain you're the person responsible

considering past incidents.

That's incredible. An offence, if you like.

I was with Bonetti, wasn't I?

Yes, it's true, sir.

Come on. Tell the judge where we were.

In town, downtown.

Mostly in the car driving about.

But then we went to get a bite to eat in a modest place.

At least something to put inside.

That'll do. Spare me the details.

Do you need me anymore, sir?

No.

- Bonetti, you're an awful liar. - I can't help being honest.

Good to see you in again.

I found Zardi for you, Inspector.

That was clever of you. Come on.

You training to be a pilot?

Oh, Inspector, I've just become a salesman for these sideshow attractions.

Where do I find Gruber?

I have no idea.

I've been looking around for Sportelli. I haven't seen him yet.

Sportelli's one of the chaps who hustles the hard stuff, coke and heroin.

Look, Inspector, let me explain.

- What has Gruber to do with drugs? - The hell do I know?

I can tell you he was out to get Sportelli.

As he sent him up for a few years and pinched a share of the dough.

His girlfriend too.

Who was the girl?

Oh, just a chick. He'd taken out for a few days.

Name?

Irene.

Yeah, that was it. Crazy girl.

She'd sleep with anyone for a shot.

Her address?

Via Gentinella. Number 3.

I want a coffee.

Hello, Zardi.

Offer me a coffee?

Sure, why not?

I have to call someone first.

What do you want?

There's a man on the telephone.

Gruber here. Who wants me?

There's five in the place, you know.

As punctual as a kraut.

I'll be there.

Hello?

Anybody there?

Morning.

How dare you come into my house like this?

Sorry, I wanted to speak to Irene.

If that's the case, you'd better do it somewhere else, not in my house.

I'm fed up with you delinquents.

Where do you think you're going?

This house is a respectable one, where men are not allowed to enter.

Why did you have to come here?

Was that Gruber's work?

No.

Oh, yes.

No use lying to you.

You already know.

I feel so dirty.

So very dirty.

If only I could be given another chance. A chance to begin again somehow.

Nobody but a girl like me who's been through what I have knows.

It's very easy to fall down.

- And I gave myself to Gruber. - Because he gave you drugs, I know.

- But we didn't. To me... - Yeah, I know.

Now you're coming with me.

You're not safe here. Get your things.

If ever you want to come back home again, I'll have you put in jail.

- There's a man who... - What man? Who is it?

I don't know.

Hello there, Zardi.

Hey, look who's here, how come you dropped by?

Don't worry, it's an old friend.

- What are you doing here? - I was passing this way and I...

- I thought it was time we had a chat. - So sit down. Make yourself at home.

- Got a glass of water? - Sure, in the kitchen. Help yourself.

Oh, by the way, Inspector Terzi mentioned you the other day.

- What's wrong? - Aspirin.

Helps when you get a headache.

Ah, that's pollution.

Fog and smoke and all that shit we breathe into our lungs.

Hamburg.

Hamburg? What's that?

Five years ago, I was in Hamburg in the Navy.

Somebody broke a bottle over my head. The bastard.

I have to take aspirin all the time.

What's all this leading up to, huh?

Just this.

Yes, Mr. Benzi.

The girl's staying in his house.

A narcotic squad officer with a...

A narcotic squad officer...

With a...

Drug addict in his house.

Geez, it's cold. What time is it?

Hey, here comes some John.

It's still early. Winter's like this?

Oh, that's what my grandmother used to say.

You dirty son of a bitch. What are trying to do?

Run me off the road?

Yeah, it was my intention.

I wanted to get a better look at your face.

Till now, I've only seen your photograph full face.

And profile.

On your police file where it says you're a drug peddler and a bank robber.

But it isn't complete because you're a filthy crud who beats up on ladies.

And also well known for hitting pigs like you.

Come on, let's go. We don't want to get mixed up in that.

Move, you stupid whore.

- Yes, hello? - Hello, Irene.

It's Gene speaking. Remember me?

Yeah, I'm sure I do. What do you want?

I thought perhaps I could see you.

I've got a moment to spare and more cash than usual.

And some stuff too, so how about it?

Yes, of course, Inspector.

We're making regular consignments.

Who's this man called Lanza?

He works for import-export, fencing company.

Hey, I wonder if they still make Swiss guards.

Yeah, who knows?

Guess it's a good job to be in.

I'd like to know, um...

How much does it cost?

You can buy it for very little.

Then I'm not interested.

I'm afraid we have to start again from the top, with the dolls.

We'll follow them wherever they're sent, from production to consumer.

If Benzi has drugs, and if dolls seem to be his thing,

it means, they have something to do with it. It's a logical process.

- Yeah. - I'm off to the office.

- You follow the first truck. - Okay.

Hello?

I don't want to see you.

I've given up drugs and all that, so leave me alone, Christ!

Let me speak to Terzi.

Yeah, what is it?

It's Bonetti.

It looks like the truck's going to the airport.

- It hasn't stopped yet. - Keep tailing it.

- Very well. I'll follow it. - Then come back here.

All right. Yes, I'll be back in the office in half an hour.

- Where's he going? - He's branching off.

Follow him.

- Who is speaking? - Are you coming?

Gene.

Leave me in peace, I beg you.

I'm right outside, at the news stand. Go to the window.

Look out.

Don't you get bored in that policeman's flat all day alone.

Come on down. We'll have some fun.

You see, I got the stuff.

One more push and she'll fall.

She can hardly bear any more.

- Where the fuck's he vanished to? - Who knows?

Maybe he turned right.

No, he couldn't have. There's a bar across it.

So there is.

Pull over to the side. I want to take a look.

Listen, it's Bonetti. I want Inspector Terzi.

Yes. What do you want?

That truck disappeared after the airport.

I was right on his tail, but then it vanished near the road to the potteries.

Okay, come on back.

Right, I'll be back right away. Turn around.

With this you can cheer yourself up and then we'll come and pick you up.

Hey, look, we're in the police force too.

Go down the highway to the airport with an ambulance as fast as you can. Over.

Who killed them and why, according to you, sir?

I don't know.

Listen, Terzi, I know you think it was Benzi, however, there's no proof.

But the fact that Bonetti was killed means he's found something really hot.

So I'm not interfering with you. But keep me informed.

I already told you once you dramatize everything.

And I'd like you to remember the police have superiors, get it?

And I have a right to know what you're doing, where you are, and who with.

You have to tell me.

Everything.

Do you still want that transfer to narcotics?

Sure I do.

Damn it. Haven't had a winner all day.

- They guaranteed every one. - Never trust anyone, my friend.

- You should know that. - I really lost my shirt this month.

Well, let's get going.

There's no point staying here.

Gambling's a very expensive vice. Even for us.

Dropping you a handout every now and then.

I don't know what you'd do on that cop's salary.

I've been thinking of leaving for a long time.

Why don't you fix a meeting with Lanza?

Without the authority and your uniform, you won't go far.

And there's no more handouts.

I'm off. Go to the gas station and wait for me there.

Okay, Inspector.

Ciao.

Larry, I'm going to close up the gap. Be ready for action.

Fine by me. Let's go.

We're almost there. In a minute we'll be able to change cars.

You all set?

All set, Inspector.

- Follow me. - Okay.

Get out. And no tricks.

There would be an accident on the highway, standing still.

What have we got here?

Your lunch box?

He says it's all his.

Where are you taking that pile for a ride?

I was taking it to invest in stock in Switzerland, sir.

Are you aware that that's against the law?

He's just covering up the fact that he's trafficking heroin.

But there is no heroin.

My client works as a businessman

for a group buying stock. He has to transfer some cash.

We'd be prepared to pay a fine.

I'm sure you would.

Inspector, let me ask a question.

Do you deny that you handed a bag to a presumed highway patrol officer?

Well, that's a strange thing to ask.

I handed nothing to any highway patrolman.

So you handed drugs to no one?

Drugs, you say? I'm not even a smoker, my dear sir.

I'll let you know none of my friends are, either.

Any of your partners called Gruber?

Zardi?

The respectable Mr. Benzi?

I protest! It's an outrage. My client can't make a statement

or answer questions without the presence of a magistrate.

Oh yes he can and more and more.

Even without a magistrate, early on, that's not the point.

Now, Inspector, you must try to be clear.

I give up if we have to listen to these lies.

He knows nothing and he backs him up.

Like the owl and the pussycat.

What are you talking about, Terzi? It's the only way to find the truth.

If you say so, sir.

Let's try to get some sense here. Now, he...

Oh, excuse me, Inspector.

We got a call that there was a dead girl here.

I didn't realize you'd be here already.

Well, this is my house.

The girl lived with me. I was about to call homicide.

Yes, of course, sir.

How can you explain your meeting with Terzi on the highway?

Who informed him?

I have no idea how anybody could have found out.

Yet the only ones who knew about it were the Chief, you and I.

Nobody else knew the time or place.

I think you cops all have an unconscious desire to end your careers as heroes.

Medals pinned to your chests.

But you can't be one.

You've killed two of your colleagues already.

Yes, but nobody saw me do it.

However, I do know who it was that paid me for it.

Hurry with the truck!

No! No!

Come on!

No.

You made a mistake this time, Terzi.

An inspector from narcotics can't live with a drug addict. It's crazy.

And when the poor girl dies from an overdose of heroin in his house.

I want to make a couple of things clear.

To begin with, the girl was no longer on drugs.

And second, it wasn't a question of heroin.

She was killed.

- Who was it killed her? - Benzi.

I should have guessed. Give me a reason.

They know that I'm close to solving the case and they want to warn me off.

You're the only one who knows the what the truth is.

I almost forgot.

Now I've to go to headquarters and explain that you're really Cpt. Marvel.

Captain Marvel, chased around by all the baddies.

Listen, sir, I know I'm on the right track. I'm about to trap Benzi.

He was responsible her death and I'll see he pays for it.

Within 48 hours.

Interesting, that. Only you've forgotten one little detail, Terzi.

You are suspended from service until things are cleared up.

When you come back,

if you come back, I warn you you'll be sent miles away to Traponi.

A long way from Benzi. And God willing, from me.

And if I'm a good boy, you'll send me to the passport office.

That's enough from you.

How did you find out about the passport office?

Everyone knows the system. Cops busted a hooker. Was really a bigwig's mistress.

Everybody knows what goes on. It's the same in the government.

And since you fight the system, you think you're a hero?

No, I'm no hero. I just happen to think Benzi runs a drug business here.

And I'm prepared to prove it. Even if some people don't like it.

You'd better not be me, Terzi. All I want is the rules be followed. Is that clear?

Now I'm giving you one last warning.

If this rings once more because of you

you'll really find yourself in the passport office. Now go.

That phone will ring. And it'll be to tell you that the Benzi case is closed.

Inspector?

- That highway cop has just died. - Which?

The one who took the bag on the road. They're checking his cycle in the lab.

Well, Luca, what did you find out?

You know what? I'm going to sell my car and buy a bicycle. It's much better.

One of those old bikes with big wheels. They made them in the good old days.

Good for your figure.

Hey, that would make my wife happy. These women!

In fact, she's even refused to cook spaghetti for me anymore.

That's tough.

It's tough. This is a lab but this is where I boil pasta, tortelini, macaroni.

And here we cook up the tomato sauce.

We haven't found yet a way of making Parmesan cheese. So we have to buy that.

You do.

Sad & true. Oh, about that cop's bike. Nothing much to report. No fingerprints.

However, there is one thing. We found mud on the tyres and on the footrest.

Well?

It's mud with a high saline content. It is unusual & found only in one place.

It's close to the airport. Let me see. Wait a minute. I'll show you on the map.

The place is about there. Yes, that's it exactly. Yes. Now, where's he gone?

Take one of the cars and get over there, Inspector.

They don't want me to take one of the official cars?

But that means I can't go.

Everything you ordered has been taken care of, Mr.Benzi.

I had to come now because tonight is busy. I've to go to Lugano immediately.

You get on the ball, I'll see you in Lugano tomorrow.

Certainly, sir.

Go ahead. I'll take over for you now.

Look what I've got for you.

A present for you.

- I'll give you a bonus for your help. - Right, Mr. Benzi, don't worry.

Hey, what do you think you're doing?

Move.

- What're you doing here? - I happened to be in the vicinity.

I thought, well, you know.

This isn't target practice, this is for real.

Don't shoot. Please. I'm not armed. Please. Don't kill a defenseless man.

Good boy, where's your boss?

- Keep them covered, will you? - Sure.