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[dramatic music]

[squeaks]

[dramatic music continues]

Hi how are you?

Eh, we are ready.

- Let's say we look ahead. - Oh.

[Roman accent] Have a laugh.

Let's go to Milan, not to the Seychelles and not for a week.

Should I have a laugh?

Gabrie', when you arrive in Milan, you won't even remember where Aosta is.

- It's a failure. - What?

Oh, what a "failure"?

What do you say? Your mother got a job in a beautiful place.

I understand you, leave school, Margherita.

But Milan is beautiful, it changes your life.

You always say the same things, but let's face it.

If you didn't play your soul at roulette, this didn't happen.

[sighs]

- Actually, he's right. - I understand.

But you have the opportunity to move on.

If I were you, I wouldn't waste it.

Thanks for everything, Rocco.

I start to bring down the suitcases.

Ok.

- Attention, the Play is inside. - Mashed potato? We will be careful.

What the fuck, is this Play made of lead?

Pass me that.

- What do I have to do? - You have to pass me that.

- I wasn't talking about the suitcases. - What were you talking about?

- Milan, mom. - I understand.

[sighs] What do you have to do? Do I have to tell you? Sit down.

What do I have to tell you? Do you like this world?

It's become shit, hasn't it?

They reduced him to a dunghill. We've reduced it to a dunghill.

You have to travel the world, you have to meet people.

There are also smart people, they're not all assholes.

Laugh, have fun, try to be happy.

My mother used to say, "Do good and forget it, do bad and repent."

Here, try to do good. It's the only thing that matters.

Don't hear the old people.

They know and they don't know shit.

Scopa, well, it's about time.

If you find a girl you like and fall in love with, keep her close.

Where the fuck are you going with this face?

I'll miss you.

- I will miss you too, Rocco. - Mh.

- I'll come to see you. - I'm waiting for you.

Don't argue with mom.

You said don't listen to the advice of old men.

- I am old? - Huh.

Rocco. Can you promise me something?

- Find yourself a girlfriend? - Why do I have to find a girlfriend?

I don't like to think of you here alone, you don't deserve to be alone.

I'm not alone. Look, there's Lupa.

["Ode to Joy" rock version from mobile]

Sorry, it's work.

- Hello Sandra. - HI. Are you busy?

I'm saying goodbye to a friend, ten minutes and I'm free.

I can't stay at the newspaper today.

I feel like catching cold and I feel like taking it with you.

I don't think it's such an attractive proposition.

The snow is melting here, my shoes are two toilets.

I'll take you shopping for shoes. Where do you usually buy shoes?

- In Via Frattina. - Come on, stupid.

Let's do this, we'll see you in the square in a quarter of an hour, all right?

OK Bye.

[sighs]

Dr. Martinet, this is Rebecca Fosson from upstairs.

do you hear me?

Doctor.

They don't have my shoes here. Let's go to your house.

It's the third shop we visit.

- Tomorrow is my cousin's birthday. - I'm happy.

- Come to have dinner? - No, I would say absolutely not.

Why?

She is my cousin with her husband. They are writers, funny people.

"Writers, funny people."

The noun and the adjective don't get along very well.

- What if I told you that I care? - Oh yes?

What if I told you that I don't want to come? [Sandra smiles]

- It's hard to deal with you. - Tell me.

We are walking, we talk about this and that.

- Let's keep it up. - Oh mama! Let yourself go!

Sandra, because I have nothing to let go of.

Oh thank you.

What do you want me to tell you? That I can't wait to go with you to the Caribbean?

That I want to share my life with you? If you want, I'll tell you.

What an asshole you are.

- Look for her shoes yourself. - Sandra!

["Ode to Joy" rock version] [snorts]

What is it, Anto'?

A strange thing happened at Via Des Monnaies 32.

A former nurse says on the ground floor landing

- a rat left bloody footprints. - A mouse?

Yes, they come out of the door of the neighbour, a professor Martinet.

They end up next to the vent. She knocked, but she doesn't answer.

Take someone, go this way… I don't remember,

take the steak eaten by the rat, say hello to the ex-nurse.

- Say hello and go back to being a policeman. - Okay.

Next time, if you find a cat stuck somewhere,

- call Criminalpol directly. - Received.

- Good morning. - [together] Good morning.

It's the door on the left.

The Sibettis live opposite, I live upstairs.

Lady, who said these stains are blood?

- I've been a nurse for 40 years. - Oh.

I knocked for half an hour, but he doesn't answer. You must enter.

- What are we doing? - Let's try to get inside.

Give a shoulder, maybe it will come down.

Let's try.

- Let's try this shoulder. - Go.

All right.

Permit?

Holy shit…

- At that time? What happens? - Mrs. Fosson, stay there.

[Eagle] Cow.

- So, Hugo? - Up here, doctor.

- Pain of balls tenth level. - You thought.

- But why? - How why"?

Why? Why?

- That's right, bad things happen. - Why to me?

Why?

- Over there is the defrosted steak. - Even the best Toppans. Who is?

I do not know. I only know that her name was Sofia Martinet.

Which is?

- Here they had a fight. - Already. I checked the fixtures.

Whoever did it didn't go through the windows.

Entering the door is not difficult. I entered with a shoulder.

- Was the chain inserted? - No.

- Who warned the police station? - Miss Rebecca Fosson.

Live upstairs.

See if there is a car key. A car is parked underneath.

- Maybe it's hers. Where is Italo? - I have no idea.

You have no idea? If I catch him, I'll kick him all the way to Orvieto.

- Why Orvieto? - What the fuck do I know?

It is the first city that came to my mind.

[doorbell]

Hello, Deputy Commissioner Schiavone.

- Good morning. - There was a half-quarrel at the neighbors'.

- When? - We do not know yet.

- Please. - Thank you.

- Didn't you hear anything? - No.

If I had heard anything, I would have been alarmed.

- Please have a seat. - Thank you.

- Would you like a coffee? - No, thank you very much.

I wanted to ask you, who was Mrs. Martinet?

She was a scholar, had a chair at the University of Turin.

He taught art history. She was a leading expert on Leonardo.

- He knows him? - Not in person.

- Did she live alone? - Yes.

She had divorced many years ago from her husband who taught in Pisa.

His name was Cardelli or Cardarelli, boh.

They have a son, he is never seen.

- Maybe you live in Milan? - I do not know. Are you asking me?

[verse from next room]

It's my son Dario, he woke up. Excuse me.

Come on, honey, come on. Come, let's go.

Dario, this gentleman belongs to the police.

Police. Police.

- Police. - Come, Dario, come.

Take a seat, come on. So, good.

- Okay. Are you hungry? - "Figots".

Cookies, sure.

- [Dario] "Follini". - Shortbread, yes, darling.

Here, take. Here you are.

It's been like this since birth. It's a little behind.

He doesn't see, he speaks a language of his own.

Or at least, mangle the words. But I understand it.

There was nothing to be done.

A few minutes late, less oxygen to the brain.

Then the eye problem. Dario was unlucky.

- She too. - Yes, me and my husband too.

[Dario shouts indistinct words]

- What does it mean? - I've never heard of it.

Sometimes he yells nonsense.

[indistinct words]

- But who lives here next to her? - In front of me no one.

The Sibettis, Elena and Mario live opposite Sofia .

[indistinct words]

He got into screaming like that. He knows what he thinks he.

Poor professor. You know, I'm a little ashamed.

- About what? - Not to have tears for her.

But I have no more tears.

Don't worry, I'm the last person to judge you.

[indistinct words]

- Thank you. - Please.

- Until we meet again. - Until we meet again.

Dario.

[a dog barks]

- HI. - I got you a piece of pizza from the oven.

- I'll eat this later. - Yes.

Senti,

you and I need to talk.

My cousin Helmut is leaving, so I thought, well…

- It's time for you to come and live with me. - How do we do it?

Cancel this apartment, take your four things and come to me.

You also have the… What is it called? The Czechoslovakian wolf.

White Fang is trained and then goes about his business.

- Then you don't get along? - It's a word.

No, Michael, no. No, that's not a word. It's easy.

You come to me and use Helmut's room for your tools.

I need to go to the toilet. We'll talk about that later.

♪ You would have bet on us ♪

♪ About us, you sell me a smile ♪

♪ If you want it, Sing, dream, hope like this ♪

♪ About us, friends said ♪

♪ No, you'll see, it's all wrong ♪

♪ Not a cloud over us ♪

♪ About us, love is a fairy tale ♪

♪ About us, if you want to fly ♪

- Is it true that you are a "caghineri"? - You're "rich".

- I? But are you crazy? - Why don't you have a girlfriend?

You don't go to the beach to see boobs.

One of these days, Nico, I'll lose weight and fuck them all.

[together] "Caghineri"!

♪ Not a cloud over us ♪

♪ About us, love is a fairy tale ♪

♪ About us, if you want to fly ♪

♪ About us, one more time, come on ♪

♪ About us, if you want to fly ♪

♪ I'll take you far away, to the cornfields ♪

♪ That are born inside me ♪

♪ In the forbidden dreams of two lovers ♪

♪ In the most beautiful place there is ♪

[sighs]

- Listen, Frederick. - No. Stop.

When you start like this, I already know the answer.

Forget it, let's continue to live like two worms underground.

But you have to tell me one thing. Is this life?

You still say the bakery belongs to your wife?

Yes.

Do I have to wait until you retire to live with you?

Don't come and work the shift at the bakery tonight.

Don't even call me. I want to be alone.

[Tuscan accent] There are precious books here, crazy stuff.

- Why don't you do your job? - Don't break my balls, look.

Pietro Bembo's prose printed in 1745.

Here I found a History of Italy by Guicciardini, 1824.

If you don't do anything about it, I'm sure of it, given your cultural level

I'll take them, otherwise they end up in the recycling bin.

Get to work, come on.

[sighs] All right, I'm dead.

Come, child, come. I'll take care of you.

- Hugh. - Oh, doc.

- How are you? - Fine thanks.

- How's it going with the girl? With… - With Eugenia?

Well, thank you, kind.

Everyone stays at home.

- Two hearts, two huts. - Certain.

We're only a flight of stairs away anyway.

Anyway, I always stay at his house. Alone in my house is sad.

With her instead everything is colorful, cheerful and then there's her.

- Where do you do it? - Doctor, don't ask these facts.

- And I'm of a certain age, where do I go? - Remember, Hugh:

"There will never be defeat in the heart of those who fight".

- In your opinion, is it a vintage car? - I don't even know if it's a car.

- You know what I think? - Huh.

Looks like one of the Red Army choir.

No. No, only boys sing in the Red Army choir , no girls.

- Good morning. - [together] Good morning.

[in Sicilian] How cold! My blood freezes.

- By the way, where's the blood? - Ground floor.

- Who's in it? - Prince Charming.

Mh.

- Which is? - Have you put on overshoes?

Look, I tell you. You two beat me up.

- My non serve. - Ah…

I found a deck, it must be the one in the yard.

Bravo, Scipioni, give it to my parents when they arrive.

Homes'. You stay here and wait for forensics.

- Tell him to look in the car. - Yes sir.

You go back to the police station, do a search on Martinet, see who it is, ok?

Here, Case'.

He took a blow between the sphenoid and the parietal.

Hit with something heavy. I'll slice it and tell you better.

The murder weapon is not found.

- What makes us think? - Depends.

The killer hit her with an object of his own

or found it here and took it away.

Surely the killer knew Martinet.

- Why? - There are two bowls, two glasses.

He didn't have time to clear the table.

- Maybe they were working together. - Probably.

He had an old cell phone with big buttons.

- It wasn't tech. - Huh.

She lived alone, we discovered the body thanks to a mouse.

The killer went out the door.

It wasn't locked or chained.

Eh, no, there weren't any signs of forced entry, like on the windows.

So the victim opened up to the killer.

The all'assassina.

Salve.

Is there anything interesting?

The victim's notes and some receipts.

There is nothing else interesting. The usual things, newspapers, umbrella.

I understand. When can you give me this?

- Just analyzed. - Certain.

We find information about the lady. Bank account, property, job.

Family, friends, dogs, cats and the like.

- Did you find a safe? - No nobody.

The question arises spontaneously. You don't look like a rich woman to me.

I would avoid theft as a motive.

Why kill a woman over 70?

A former lecturer, a scholar, a bookworm?

Maybe it's a little premature. I would focus on that and the computer.

Surely.

- I'm off the hook. - Maybe yes.

Come on, Lupa.

Sofia Martinet, born in 1945 in Pont-Saint-Martin.

In 2009 he left the chair where he taught in Turin,

but he frequented the world of studies.

He has a cascade of publications in art studies journals.

He has won a lot of awards and lectured a lot.

I understand. The neighbor says she was married and has a son.

Yes, with her ex-husband, Pietro Cardelli.

- He teaches physics in Pisa. - I understand. Son?

- Gianluca Cardelli, lives in Biella. -What does he do for a living?

- It says "freelancer" here. - If they say "freelancer",

it means that they do nothing from morning to night.

Otherwise, one would write lawyer, worker, manager, employee.

We understand, it is clear. Continues.

It's like when someone says: "I deal with import-export".

- What does it mean? - Everything is clear.

Let Deputy Inspector Scipioni continue

or do you want to break my balls again?

- These things I already know. - I do not.

Ugo, I don't. I'd like to hear them, okay?

You have to explain something to me.

How come alternating moments of very rare lucidity

at moments of abyss, of fog, of abyss?

Eh, Ugo?

- Go ahead. - Yes.

Always in the world of studies he had controversies with half of Europe.

He was quite an energetic fellow.

She specialized on Leonardo da Vinci.

Okay…

Look for her ex-husband and son, okay?

All right?

- What I've said? - I get it, Case', huh.

Where are you, Sebastia'? [sighs]

Do you understand, Lupa? One by one, they all leave.

Come on, go.

Well, it went well tonight, I think.

Yes, but for a while we are calm.

- Reason? - We must not exaggerate, Italo.

We are in Aosta, waiting for someone from outside.

If word gets around, we risk too much.

- How much time? - I don't know.

At least a couple of weeks.

- Are you broke? - No, but I want to be able to trust.

Did you invent suspension to take me out?

Come on! By dint of being a policeman, you see rottenness everywhere.

I wasn't kidding you, but the stop is needed.

Don't worry, we'll get back to you. You can last 15 days, right?

Italo, excuse me, are you curious about me?

From'.

Why don't you let go of your uniform? What are you doing?

I do not know.

I think about it every day.

I put it on by mistake.

There is no one, Lupa. They are all gone.

We were left alone.

Ugh. ["Ode to Joy" rock version]

- At that time? - Hello, Rocco.

- How are you? Everything is fine? - We are in Milan.

Our house is near the Famagosta metro station.

- The landscape is from a zombie movie. - Do you like horror movies.

- I like to look at them, not stay in them. - Oh.

I'm going to sleep, tomorrow I start school.

Dress well and behave yourself. Be nice to everyone.

If you make a good first impression, you live on income.

We said "no tips".

Alright, you're right. Bye, goodnight.

You realize? Protein bar.

I have to limit carbohydrates, alcohol and fat, in general.

- What do I care? - Why don't you bring me Pierron anymore?

It was goose. He vomited, sveniva. He sniffed and vomited.

- It amused me. - The less I see it, the better.

- Does it bullshit? - Huh.

- To bring it from here to Teramo. - Why Teramo?

I do not know? It is the first city that came to my mind.

Alright, anyway…

Voila! Sofia Martinet, in all her glory.

- Are you done with it? She-she's dead. Do you want to keep crying?

- No, but I'm not laughing. - All right.

The lady was murdered on Monday, between 12:00 and 14:00, see?

Here, a sharp and violent blow broke through her skull.

I'm analyzing the contours.

I'd say a heavy, square blunt object .

- Which we haven't found yet. - Ah, here.

Under the nails is fabric.

- Did you fight the killer? - I would not say.

In my opinion, he had a contact.

I took some samples, I'm sending them to Michela to find out more.

Why do you call her Michela?

Even if you're with her, you can't call her by name.

- Dr. Gambino. - But fuck you!

- How tall was the lady? - Er… 1.63 m.

- Was she hit from top to bottom? - Yes.

- How taller was the killer? - Fifteen centimeters.

I have to show you something.

- The ring finger, see? There was a ring. - Yes.

- He always had it, he ate the skin. - Faith?

You don't know shit. It is on the right! Faith moves to the left, come on.

Then it was a long time that she was separated.

I told Dr. Gambino, but she found nothing.

In my opinion, the killer killed her and then took her ring off.

The question is: "How so?"

Perhaps the ring told too much and it was better to make it disappear.

- Then I gamble. - Give it a go.

It took a lubricant to get it off, maybe.

- Saliva? - That would be a real kick ass.

Let's try, it may be our only clue. There's not that much stuff.

- Can I confess you something? - Did you kill the old woman?

I'm kidding, tell me.

[Rocco] I'm losing the pieces.

When it happens that the curtains open, I look at the view.

It's not much. I'm losing the pieces.

- I did not understand. What have you lost? - Gabriel.

- Where it went? - In Milan.

Well, you have the house free. No pain in the ass.

The only solution is that, do like me.

- You don't have to bond with anyone, ever. - And Michele?

Heh Michael…

She caught me in a moment of weakness.

Then it's my business. I "like it" and I don't want to feel guilty.

- Who told you anything? - It's to clarify.

- You pontificate a lot and you're worse than me. - Listen to me.

You can reflect on the distortions of existence,

but eventually we all end up in there.

Metal table, wooden coat and good evening.

Fang, love!

[inaudible dialogue]

[sad music]

["Ode to Joy" rock version]

- Tell me, Doctor Baldi. - Sofia Martinet was not rich.

The house was rented and there is barely 2,000 euros in the bank account.

He had no titles or apartments and lived on his pension.

It was substantial, but it doesn't justify murder.

Exact. Good work. I can't be on the phone with her all day.

If they're not crazy, we don't want them.

- Half an hour and then I'll go away. - Ok, let me read before delivering?

Yes, everything is already fine.

- Okay. Are you okay too? - Yes.

- Do you need something? - Dr. Buccellato.

- Rocky. HI. - HI.

Senti…

I'm a dickhead, you don't deserve this.

But if you give me the chance, I would like to continue…

There is nothing to continue, because nothing has ever begun.

You're right, but yesterday I treated you badly.

The only advice I can give you is take care of yourself.

- Mh. - I'm saying this for you.

You feel bad, you live badly, you can't enjoy the moments of life.

- The shoes? - Mh?

- Didn't you buy shoes? - No.

No, I don't need to. I have two new pairs.

Were you out with me to treat me badly?

No no no.

That's not true, I wanted to see you.

I wanted to see you, but then it falls like a black veil before my eyes

and I become an asshole.

You know, I fell in love with assholes in high school.

That's enough, though.

I thought you could have a normal relationship

between a mature man and woman.

I need lightness.

- You are not light. No. - No.

No.

All right, I'm going to write the piece on Sofia Martinet.

She was a great woman, you know?

A piece of culture is gone. Thus title the article.

Half of Europe envied her, she was known less than a footballer.

Okay.

- HI. - HI.

A notary has turned up.

It has a legacy of Sofia Martinet.

He has assigned his books to the municipal library.

- It's an important legacy, it seems. - Fumagalli will not be happy.

What's not coming back? The lady was divorced.

Her son hardly ever saw him, she wasn't rich. Why did he kill her?

Maybe he had something important that someone was interested in.

- What could be precious to someone like her? - Maybe a special book.

- A book that is worth a lot. - Do you keep it at home, without a safe?

- Maybe a ring. - A ring?

We know she died Monday between 12:00 and 14:00.

From the findings it seems that there was a dispute.

We hear the neighbors. Let's hear who was there.

We question the husband. What is his name? Professor…

- Cardelli? - Cardelli, yes. And the son.

- All right? - Okay.

How beautiful this dog is.

- Oh, are you here? Where were you? - Nowhere.

Don't tell me the bullshit about the alarm clock that I'll kick your ass.

Erm…

So I'm with a girl, complicated story, I leave her as soon as I can.

- Should I believe you? - Do whatever you want.

Do you remember what I told you

in the beginning, when did we meet?

You said so many things to me, I don't know what you mean.

I told you you looked like a weasel.

I've known many weasels, but never in the forces of order.

Yes, I remember that one.

You involved me in the seizure of the marijuana truck.

We made a lot of money. That's one thing to remember.

- It's true, it's a good memory. - Real?

- Cheer. - Oh.

Then you'll understand that you don't have to bullshit me

and you don't have to break my balls.

Do you understand that I'm the only insurance you have?

I repeat, Italo. What the fuck are you up to?

I repeat it to you. I'm seeing a girl.

You have resumed playing.

I don't know what lap you're in,

but if you go back to shit, don't come and call me again.

Tell me something. Why should I end up there?

All right. I see you've made your choice.

- Good luck, Italo. - Thank you.

- Okay. - What do you think?

Think you always know everything? To be indispensable?

Do you know what you are?

Someone who doesn't have the balls to shoot himself a revolver.

I told you, you are not my father, you are not my brother.

As you say, mind your own business and let me live my life.

Good morning.

Here it is.

I still can't think

that there was a murder under my house .

Ah.

Ms. Fosson, I ask you for another effort of memory.

Now we know for sure

that Mrs Martinet was killed on Monday between 12.00 and 14.00.

- Do you remember where it was? - On Monday I went shopping.

I got back around 10:00. I put Dario to sleep.

- Then I went to the haberdashery. - Oh.

- Do you remember how long she was gone? - It was 12:00 or 12:15.

The blood pressure pill alarm clock rings .

I returned when it was 1:00 or 1:10 pm.

I found Dario sitting on the sofa laughing.

[shouts indistinct words]

- That says? - I don't know, these are new words.

- "Aua!! - I know this, water.

- I'll go give him a drink. - Heard a noise or felt something

- in front of the lady's door? - No.

I'm sorry, I haven't heard anything.

I didn't see anything strange, at least that I can remember.

Oh, oh, oh, oh. Very quietly.

- "Bubunna". - "Bubunna", yes, of course. Good.

- Rocky. There is Martinet's son. - Make him sit down.

- I Sibetti... - What?

Martinet's neighbors.

She works at the supermarket, he drives the ambulances.

They were at work the day of the murder, we checked.

Listen, relations with Italo, from today on, you keep them.

- Confused. - Oh.

What is it, Miche? You've been weird all day.

Stay weird strong. What's happening to you?

Talk to me, I'm your friend.

Come on tell me.

My cousin whose name is, put, Filippo…

Stop the mule. Is his name Philip or not?

- Yes, yes. - You're acting like a dude.

Say: "My cousin whose name is Philip".

My cousin whose name is Philip, okay?

He doesn't go with women, but with men.

- Dove? - "Dove"?

It doesn't go anywhere, in the sense that it makes love.

- I get it, he's gay. - Yes.

So what does it do?

My cousin has a boyfriend.

- What's the name of this boyfriend? - [in Sardinian] Ah, what balls!

- Why you care? - To better understand, enter the speech.

- Let's go ahead, jemo. - Eh, jemo. Don't interrupt me.

- What's my cousin's name? Where does he go? Come on! - Excuse me.

I mean, my cousin has this boyfriend.

- But they don't live together. - Oh, right?

No, because nobody knows about it in the village.

- If they lived together, it would be known. - Okay.

- Why won't they let him know? - Everyone would know I'm gay.

Their life would be over, they would give him torment, there…

- What do you say when they put you aside? - Wait.

- I have it here. - Where they imprisoned the Jews.

- The ghetto. They would ghettoize them. - Good boy.

They would no longer have a life, instead they have to live.

They live their love in secret.

But what really?

It's not right. Everyone loves who they want and when they want.

Then it's a mistake not to move in together.

If your cousin has a boyfriend and the boyfriend is the same size,

it's really "a nock of pippa", precise.

They can buy half of the clothes, shoes.

Do you know what savings? More than bills.

How long has it been since he has seen his mother?

I do not know.

I think December of last year.

And that you don't hear it?

- I don't know, Christmas or New Years? - After New Years.

- I called her on the phone. - The reason?

What are you doing, Mr. Cardelli?

I've had many mishaps. I'm not very lucky in business.

Before you check, I've been in trouble with the law.

It's a story from 15 years ago, I was 25 years old.

I was in trouble. Everyone makes mistakes, right?

Anyway, I had a wine bar, but it turned out badly.

What is he doing now?

I have an old dream.

I'd like to open my own shelter.

- A shelter will cost money, right? - I know.

My partner and I have something on the side.

Then there are the banks. [Rocco laughs]

I'll tell you a secret if you don't know.

Banks give money to those who already have it.

Otherwise he can forget them.

His mother…

he was a very important person.

- Did you suffer from this? - My mother…

She was a scholar, like my father.

I have nothing to do with them.

Where were you on Monday between 12:00 and 14:00?

In Biella.

Anyway,

tell your cousin he's a fool, a mamluk.

- If she wants to live with someone, she has to. - Huh.

What they say in the village, they rubbed themselves in the chest.

Dad was too…

- What is the word for Jews?

- Ghettoized? - Yes.

Ghettoized in Mozzagrogna.

Dad, good soul, he only had one hand.

The other had lost with the lawn mower, thinks the pain.

Every time he passed in the square with the parcels they yelled at him:

"Umbe', do you need a hand?" And everyone laughing.

- Are you laughing too? - No.

Dad didn't pick up, he didn't answer.

When he won the one-handed 3-in-a-row regionals

and in the missing one he had had himself put a bridgehead, shut up.

Everybody pay him respect, understand? "May the nails shit."

But I have to tell these things to my cousin?

Yes, in my opinion, it's a good prologue.

"A nice" what?

- Prologue. - That?

What Jesus said. "Teacher, I didn't understand."

- "I'll give you the prologue." - Not the prologue, the parable.

The parable. Haven't you done catechism?

Yes, I did, twice.

Repeater, I didn't make it on my first attempt.

How does one fail catechism?

I vomited the wafer.

The parish priest of Mozzagrogna wanted to perform an exorcism on me.

Why do you tell me all these lies, mh?

Tell me the truth. Let's all waste less time.

- Where was Monday? - I was…

in Cervinia, to see the refuge I would like to buy.

Ah, did it take long? She was here in the valley, nearby.

In your opinion, can I charge you with murder or can I suspect?

- Is that your concern? - No.

What time did you return to Biella?

In the early afternoon, I think.

I understand. Someone was killing his mother

and you were visiting the shelter you want to buy?

- What is the name of the shelter? - Les Perreres.

"Les Perreres," I understand.

- Have you seen anyone? - The owner, Mr. Combaz.

He wants to get rid of it, because he has to retire.

[knocking at the door]

All right, it can go. Stay available.

Rocco, Alberto told me about the ring.

This was in the bedroom, look at the ring finger of the right hand.

Anto', let him zoom in.

Doctor, on Gianluca I found precedents.

- He did six months for cheating. - Meaning what?

Fake jewelry.

With a false shopkeeper from Ivrea,

she took necklaces and bracelets made now and passed them off as antique.

A few euros have been made.

Let's hurry, Martinet's ex-husband is in the morgue.

Is he dead too?

Many times you make my balls fall on the floor, you know?

[clacson] [Ugo] Yours!

- [agent] Thank you. - Until we meet again.

Professor, Deputy Commissioner Schiavone.

Cardelli Pietro.

[Rocco] Chiroptera, better known as bat.

The only mammal that can fly. Has poor eyesight.

At night, it is thanks to the emission of ultrasound

that locates prey and obstacles.

Even if it's cold, I'd rather walk a bit.

- She is sorry? - No, please.

Sofia's latest publication was about

Leonardo's optical studies.

Even though we weren't dating anymore, I read the articles he published.

Sofia was an important scholar.

Believe me, we loved each other, a lot.

- What about your son? - Heh!

My son and I have never gotten along.

I think he saw his mother occasionally, but with me

it was a closed story long before the divorce.

Unfortunately, you can't always have the child you dream of, can you?

- He might say the same about his father. - Yes, of course, that's right.

With Gianluca, I've made many mistakes.

- Too many. - Help me figure this out.

Do you know who Sofia used to see?

Well, we haven't even heard each other for Christmas wishes for years.

Sofia and I got married, we had Gianluca.

It went for a while, even if it wasn't rosy.

- Then? - Then,

when Gianluca was 20, she started a secret story.

We dragged on for a couple of years and then we broke up.

- Thank you. Goodbye, professor. - Please.

[Gabriele's voice] "In class I have 11 beings with hats indoors.

They used a mobile app to recognize Pink Floyd ."

Okay.

When they moved here, you hated them.

- Even if you offered him hospitality. - It is always like this.

You notice a person when they leave.

Did you only notice me when I died?

No, I've always noticed you. You can say?

No, not in Italian, but the concept is clear.

- Then it passes. - What?

The melancholy passes for Gabriele.

Time heals this feeling.

Even if I don't remember the time.

- Is that a release? - In a certain way, yes.

If you think about it, even the shadows no longer make sense.

The shadow marks the time. It lengthens and shortens.

He wants light. Have you ever seen a shadow without light?

Even the light I no longer know what it is.

I don't know where the dark is.

They don't concern me anymore.

If one no longer has eyes, no light can matter.

- Can't you see me now? - You're the one who sees me.

You do not?

What did you get into your head? A fairy tale?

There is nothing you can remotely imagine.

What do I have to see? I could imagine.

Imagination is light.

There is no light here.

And since… we're playing with words,

I have a new word for you.

- Do you want to know? - Yes.

Telamone

What does it mean?

Asshole.

- Hello lads. - [together] Hello.

So, is this bomb?

Come here, look.

These are the fingerprints found on the keyboard of the laptop

on the spacebar and on the "A", which is used the most.

At that time? Tell us.

- They are the fingerprints of Gianluca Cardelli. -He used this computer.

- Yes but when? - Well, "when"?

If you found the prints, he must have been the last to use it.

otherwise there were those of Sofia.

Nothing…

- I'll have to open it. - Do you have someone who can do it?

- The diary, when will you give it to me? - Soon.

- Give me a day and I'll deliver it to you. - All right, good.

- Thank you. - Where are you going, peep?

- I have a thing for you too. - Guy?

Do you remember the story of the ring? I got ass and found this.

Glycoproteins and glycosaminoglycans.

- Iodine electrolytes. - Certain.

Drool, ignorant, saliva.

Finding the owner will take time and we may not find it.

- Can one kill for a ring? - They kill even for much less.

We know something.

Someone must have lubricated their finger to remove the ring.

I send him to the lab and have him do the DNA.

- It will take time, but anyway… - All right, well done.

We will see each other later.

- HI. - Hello, Rocco.

Senti,

I'm going to make a good, good, hot coffee at the bar.

Yeah, huh?

But you know, Michaela,

that when you take off your coat, you drive me crazy?

When do I do this?

- Aren't you cold? - So, warm me up, prick.

I'm here on purpose.

You are as beautiful as the sun, holy shit.

Last search done was on the day of the murder at 10:30.

Then there are emails and a strangely empty couple of days.

How do we recover the emails?

If deleted, the message is gone.

Try the companies' servers before they do the kicking.

Before they delete the message.

- It's postal police stuff. - I don't have authorization for this.

- Sure, I'll get busy. -It's easier than you think.

Moriani works at the post office. Submit the question and he gets to work.

- Oh. How do you know this Moriani? - We used to work together.

- Things that aren't exactly legal. - Yes?

- Now he's with the coupons. - Would that be us?

- No? - Yes.

Huh? Shall we leave it in doubt? Stay with the doubt.

Ah, Hugo. Message from mom.

If you still leave your cup dirty, have breakfast at the bar.

Bitch, this kicks you out.

What are you doing? Wash the cup, you always make yourself known.

["Ode to Joy" rock version]

- Doctor Baldi. -As per his request,

I checked Gianluca Cardelli's banking situation .

- Novelty? - He has 800 euros of red.

- Ah, then it could… - Goodbye, Schiavone.

I can't waste the day on the phone with her.

- Mister Combaz? - Yes.

Deputy Commissioner Schiavone. I wanted to talk about Gianluca Cardelli.

Thank you.

Cardelli came here on Monday. He was interested in the shelter.

My wife and I are tired. It's time to retire.

Are you sure he left at 12:30?

You can swear to it, I eat at that hour and I don't listen to reason.

You should do me a favor. I would like to set a trap for him.

To Cardelli?

- Is he the killer? - Yes, we are working on it.

In the thing I have in mind she could be fundamental.

You have to tell Cardelli

that there is another buyer interested in the shelter

and that he must leave a deposit of 15,000 euros.

- A deposit? - Yes, in cash, 15,000 euros.

- What if he gives them to me? - He informs me immediately.

Do not worry.

If Cardelli doesn't want to buy the refuge, a doubt has been removed.

One thing.

- Why in cash? - Because Cardelli doesn't have a lira.

If you find that number, you have to tell me where you got it.

Do you suspect a theft?

["Ode to Joy" rock version] Excuse me.

- Tell me. - Antonio was plotting with Gambino.

- It's a normal thing. - It's normal.

Said he's on his own lead and then stormed out.

- He's in Martinet's apartment. - Okay.

Have you had the jeweler check the ring?

Yes, he said it could be worth 40 euros or 30,000.

It depends on the stone. He doesn't know anything else.

Okay thanks.

Now that you leave the shelter, you can come and work for me.

Thanks for the estimate.

- But I prefer the woods to the people. - I agree.

- Hey, Anto'. -Oh.

Does the Gambino know you're here? - Certain.

So, Sofia Martinet had all the prizes won at home .

Here is the list, I downloaded it online.

They are all here, except one.

- Would be? - This.

Telamone Prize, city of Milan.

"Telamone"?

The figurine is 32cm tall and weighs 1.5kg.

It's an important prize. And I found out what a telamon is.

It is a sculpture used in place of a column.

A kind of caryatid, but male.

- It is inspired by Atlas. - I get it, thanks for the lesson.

- Is this the only thing missing? - He's not at home.

He won it last year, it's weird.

You suspect the killer used that to kill Martinet

- and then he took it away? - I'm sure.

Okay…

Do one thing, call the organization of this award.

- Get a facsimile, okay? - Okay.

- Ah, Anto'. - Yes.

Well done, nice work.

Here it is.

Stand there.

- How do we get in? - The padlock is rotten. Learn, Rocco.

Pull up slowly, let's make some noise. Slowly, slowly, slowly.

[whistle] Don Luigi arrives.

[whistle] Don Luigi arrives.

Don Luigi, do you have to break up tonight?

- Don Luigi. - Oh, Furio.

- What are you doing out here at this hour? - I was smoking a cigarette.

- Still out on the moped? - As long as he walks.

Get the bike.

Kid, don't change the subject. It's 10pm, you should stay home.

- Hurry up, Seba, your damn it. - I'm stuck, take it.

As? The shutter comes down. I have two arms.

- Drop it out. - [Sebastiano] On the ground?

What does it do? She has the rind.

Come on, my arms are shaking.

Here, Brizio! Could he be missing?

Where are Rocco and Seba? You are always together.

I never saw you again in the parish.

- We were busy. - "To do"?

I'm going to go talk to your parents and see what you guys are doing.

- What does Don Luigi want? -He will be giving him communion.

First they have to spend 15 days confessing.

- What did you say to Don Luigi? - That the road was closed.

- What do we do with the ham? - I don't know. We divide it.

- As? - We'll find a way, don't worry.

little boys! I used to get haunted by you, huh?

At that time? Handsome.

- Did you pinch it at the delicatessen? - Yes, from German.

Bravo, bravo, I don't like him too.

How much is it per kilo?

- Seven thousand. - Five thousand, huh!

- Will it be 13 kilos? - Can be.

Yes. Let's do a good thing. You take off two kilos of bones.

At five bags a kilo, how much is that? Fifty-five bags.

We'll serve another five, otherwise I'll go to the guards.

How much is left? Fifty.

- Here we are? - [together] Yes.

Well, here we are.

These are the 50 sacks, here. Give me the ham, bye.

- Big deal. - Now we can divide.

It's ten for one and ten to spare. How do we do it?

- We eat pizza twice. - Come on!

[together] Come on!

Your father discovered that Don Luigi was not a priest.

Ugly to discover that people are not what you think.

I always thought you were smart, but…

But fuck you.

Did you call me to talk about Don Luigi? What's wrong, Rocco?

Nothing, what have I? It just seems to me… IDK.

- It's been a while since I've been crazy about it. - Meaning what?

Even the dogs that hunt foxes sometimes don't run anymore.

They need to rest, to have days off.

Get put on the Stradale.

- You are two dickheads. - We are working.

Furio, if I send you a photo of a ring, can you tell me something?

- Sure, send. - One moment, I'll do it for you.

Did he send it?

Wait, you know I'm a blowjob, wait a minute.

Here it is.

Here it is, hold.

Let me see.

Nice ring. Those are brilliant and in between the sapphire.

- Thirty-five thousand euros. - You were supposed to be a gemologist.

- Isn't that what I do? - Well.

All right, thanks.

- Thank you. - Good night, Rocco.

- Ahh. Rocco is not well. - Mh.

- We need to go up to him more often. - You are right.

But avoid calling while we work, it's better.

- But if he calls me, I don't answer? - Pass me the wires.

- Are you sure that there are no alarms here? - What did I do while you were on the phone?

- I do not know? Hold. - "I do not know"!

Salve.

- Slave. - Doctor.

What is this stuff one of your agents gave me?

It's not dedicated to her, even though she deserves it.

- Don't fuck with me. - It is an intuition of Scipioni.

- Could be the murder weapon. - This?

- Where are we? - Well done.

- Yes? -Yes, he will have his press conference.

The news is that Gianluca's cell phone is attacked

to the Aosta cell around 12:30.

- It's compatible with the time of the murder. - Yes.

It only came off after 1.30pm.

Moriani recovered the e-mails that were missing.

The one that interests us is sheet number four.

Email exchange between mother and son. It's strong stuff, doctor.'

At that time…

"From Gianluca Cardelli to Sofia Martinet."

"Mom, I've never asked you for anything. 20,000 is enough for me.

I'll give them back to you in five months.

It's the right time, I feel it. Trust me, Gianluca."

The mother replies: "Son, it's the hundredth chance

in which you tell me it's the right time, I can't take it anymore.

I've always helped you, but I don't have that money.

You're 40, you can't be a son yet, become a man.

Your mother."

Okay…

If a phone call comes in from the shelter,

go get Cardelli.

I brought the money.

Give Scipioni many compliments from me.

- And she? - And she.

The markings on the victim match the base of the figurine.

- Thank you. - "Thank you", a saw.

Cardelli gave 15,000 euros to the owner of the shelter.

- Italo and Ugo are going to get him. - Good, you got us.

It's the figurine.

- What's he doing? - Look at the walls.

How are you? Calm? Agitated?

I'm a cop, not a psychiatrist.

- What's wrong with you? - My own business.

Gianluca.

Why did you go to see your mother on Monday?

- Do I need a lawyer? - For me you can call Perry Mason.

But first answer this question.

- I was in Cervinia, I already told you. - No.

Your cell phone hooked up to Aosta's cell at 12:30.

- I don't understand what he's talking about. - It doesn't take a genius.

Another thing.

- Where did you get the money for the advance? - At the bank.

In the bank you are under 800 euros, I tell you.

You stole your mother's ring in her death throes.

- Where did you put the award statuette? - What are you talking about?

We are not. I can give you yours.

You can continue with her.

So where did you throw it? Into the river? At home?

You fucked me up, got it?

Only I can get pissed here, Gianluca, not you.

When did you last see your mother ? Above all,

how and when did you delete the emails you sent them?

- What emails? - "What emails"?

Here they are, thank you.

Do you want to see them?

Then there are the footprints.

The fingerprints on your mother's computer keyboard.

She did an internet search around 10:00.

Shortly after she died.

You used that computer at 12:30 and this is already nailing you.

Then he nails the ring to you

that your mother wore on the ring finger of her right hand.

You took it from him to sell it. Then there's the saliva, now it's being examined.

Tell me if everything I say is clear or if I rush too much.

You asked her for money, she denied it.

You went on a rampage. She denied you the future, didn't she?

You hit her and left her there in a pool of blood.

I didn't kill anyone.

I will be a thief, but not a murderer.

Oh right? Not a killer? At that time…

tell me how things went.

Mamma.

Mamma.

The ring you stole from your mother is worth a lot of money.

I only took five books and then I ran away.

Five books? You saw your mother in a pool of blood,

dying, on the ground.

The first thing on your mind is to grab some books and run away?

It is the truth.

- [sighs] Why didn't you call us? - Why?

I've been inside before. Would you have believed me?

- Why should we believe you now? - Because it's the truth.

Let's keep him here tonight and he'll confess.

Oh, what is it?

["Ode to Joy" rock version]

- Furious. - Rocky.

- There's something strange here. - Tell me.

Sebastiano's neighbor heard noises.

He saw the light on in the hall. Brizio and I came to see.

- AND? - It's all upside down, but it's not theft.

- They were looking for something. - I don't like it, file a complaint.

- Why? - So it remains in the records, listen to me.

- Are you thinking of that cuckold Baiocchi? - I do not know?

- But it stinks to me. - I don't like it either, this time.

- I do not like it at all. - All right. Hi Fury.

Hi Rocco.

Listen, let's wait a couple of days to file the complaint.

Let's keep an eye on the house, try to figure out what happened.

- I'm not going to file a complaint. - Someone has to go.

- Sora Letizia will do it, not us. - If I go there, they'll arrest me.

Rocco! Rocco! How cold it is, you die.

- What's up? - Here.

I know it's late, but I traced the traces under the victim's fingernails.

It's tweed wool, it was deep, so there was a scuffle.

It is cold.

[cell phone rings]

- Ready? - Do you remember how Cardelli was dressed?

- Yes, he was wearing a red windbreaker. - Do you remember what he was wearing underneath?

- Is that the jacket he was wearing? - Yes.

Supporting evidence?

He says he had it when he went to the shelter owner

the morning of the murder and that he has only this.

Underneath he wore a fleece, Combaz remembers it

because it was a local brand that was trendy, but no longer exists.

I know we didn't get it this time.

[sighs] It's not him.

The genius keeps messing up, then.

- Isn't it closed? - No.

That jackal stole the house with his dead mother, but it's not him.

Like "it's not him"? Why?

Because I ran too much, I didn't look around.

I've only dented the story, there's more to it.

Now what do I say to the newsagents?

They know about the detention and I hinted to them that the case is solved.

Doctor Costa, that's the least of the problems.

Maybe for her, but I'm putting my face on it.

Schiavone, where are you going?

I have to start all over again.

I'm not even good at being a policeman anymore.

I had only that left.

You're tired, Rocco.

Telamone

- It has to do with Atlas, right? - Yes.

The king who challenged the gods

and was condemned to carry the weight of the globe on his shoulders.

What do I have to do with it?

What do you think? The world doesn't depend on you, Rocco.

You have to learn to let go of the people you love.

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