All language subtitles for Il Commissario Ricciardi 2x2

♪ Move from there.

♪ Move along, crazy little one.

♪ Go, moth, and return.

♪ Return to this air so fresh and beautiful.

♪ You see that I, too

♪ slowly dazzle myself and burn... ♪

- Good morning, Nelide.
- Good morning.

- I didn't think you heard me.
- What's the matter?

- I've prepared breakfast.
- I'm not hungry, thank you.
- I knew it!

- It's ready to take away.
- You've thought of everything.

- You can't fool the stomach.
- Nor you, it seems.

If you had a wife, she wouldn't let you leave hungry.

Ah, indeed.

- Have a good day.
- You as well.

All talk no action!

I speak and the young master doesn't hear me.

Speak louder, Nelide.

Aunt Rosa.

I'm not capable.

- "Who is born round, dies not square."
- No one is born learned.

Now, it's your turn and you must do something

or our young master will end up a bachelor for life.

You make it sound easy.

What do I know about love?

What a splendour, it looks like a queen's trousseau.

Your mother has never been happier.

Yes, I don't understand what got into her head.

- She turned the house upside down for a pair of letters.
- We know.

- Where has Maria gone to?
- Be patient, it's worth it.

- Observe such elegance!
- How beautiful!
- Beautiful!

He didn't make her beautiful, she is
beautiful. She looks like a mermaid.

- Mother.
- What is it?
- Please.

- What have I said wrong?
He's your boyfriend.
- He's not.

Why would a German officer send you so many letters?

Tell us, Maria, how is the officer?

Carla, you tell since you were in Ischia with them.

Beautiful, tall, blonde.
He really seemed a... German.

- Of course! He's German!
- There are Germans and Germans.

One who paints like that has the soul of a sensitive artist.

- And he is in love. He made her very beautiful.
- Mother!
- What is it?

- Won't you stop?
- My goodness, my child, what a temperament you have.

If it were up to her,
I should have my mouth sewn shut!

Sewn shut! My goodness...

Don't get upset.

You know how your mother is.

Yes, I know how she is, but...

I wish she would sometimes realize how I am.

Give me a smile.

Let me go to work knowing you are alright.

Like that.

- See you later.

("Dear Enrica,
this is my last letter.)

("When you'll read it, I will already be
in your wonderful city")

("and we will talk
looking into each other's eyes.")

What's up, Raffaele?

Inspector,
with all due respect, but...

I say what I see.

- May I?
- If I said
that you cannot, would it change anything?

A man can't always be alone.

By being sad all the time,
he ages earlier, I tell you.

- Who said I'm sad?
- Even a blind man would see.

- You also seem more wasted than usual.
- Speaking of which...

Here's the breakfast
that Nelide made for me.

Eat, you seem wasted too.

You provoke me, but you know I never back down.

You can smell the aroma from here. These are the important things in life.

I tell you that you can indulge...

- You eat it, it's better.
- Please go ahead.

[KNOCKING ON THE DOOR] Enter!

- Inspector Ricciardi.
- Countess. Ruotolo, thank you.

Make yourself comfortable.

- You can leave it to me.
- Thank you.

So... what can I do for you?

I would like to talk to you.

- It's important.
- You can speak freely, I guarantee it.

As you wish.

You met my husband, Count Romualdo.

- He is in jail for the murder of Lawyer Piro.
- I heard.

- I'm sorry.
- The investigation was closed by one of your colleagues.

Yes, De Blasio.

What can we do for you?

My husband is not a saint.

With gambling he ruined himself
and also ruined me.

- Despite his vices,
he's not a murderer.
- Well...

Countess, he confessed.

- He's lying, I know.
- And how do you know?

He often comes home late, sometimes drunk, sometimes doesn't come back at all.

But that night he came home.

I wish I could believe you, Countess.

Why would an innocent person accuse himself of a crime he didn't commit?

- A murder, at that?
- I don't know.

But I know
that that night he was home.

- Did you make this known to the investigators?
- Yes, but no one listened to me.

- With the confession, the case was quickly closed.
- Too soon.

That's why I'm here,
to ask you to uncover the truth.

I can't deny that you're putting me
in a delicate position.

Interfere with someone else's work on a closed case...

I know, but
when we first met, you...

You seemed to me like a man...

who is not satisfied
with the most convenient solutions.

Was I wrong?

I can't promise anything,
but I'll do my best.

[PIPE ORGAN MUSIC]

♪ Look at this moth

♪ How it turns and turns.

♪ How it tries one more time

♪ To attempt this candle.

♪ Moth, this is a candle.

♪ It is not a rose or jasmine.

[HUMMING]

Apologies, Father Pierino,
if I've disturbed you.

Good morning, Knight.

I was just warming up my voice,
before saying Mass.

After all, even the popular song
comes from our Lord, doesn't it?

- Is everything alright?
- I needed to ask for your advice.

Giulio,
I've never seen you like this.

- What happened?
- Enrica.

- Is she unwell?
- She's healthy, but she's unhappy.

I can see it,
but I can't do anything about it.

- It's breaking my heart.
- What's the problem?

- She's in love with a man who
can't reciprocate her feelings.
- Do you know him?

Out of love for my daughter, I did
something that's not in my nature.

I spoke to him
and he had promised me

that he would clarify
his feelings for Enrica.

And Ricciardi didn't do it?

How do you know
it's about him?

I know the inspector.

Just look him in the eyes
to understand that he has a torment.

I know he's a fair and loyal man.

If he hasn't spoken to your daughter yet

there must be
a more than valid reason.

Don't doubt it and be patient.

Father Pierino, nothing wears out
a father's patience

like a daughter's pain.

- It's the hardest job.
- Yes.

[KNOCK ON THE DOOR]
Come in.

- De Blasio, good morning.
- Ricciardi.

Uh... How can I help you?

I know you dealt with
the murder of a certain Piro.

- Yes, why? Make yourself comfortable.
- No, I'm just passing through, I'll only disturb you briefly.

I'm following an investigation that may have
ties to that case.

It would be helpful to me
to look at your file.

- You know that the files can't
leave the office.
- I know.

- If you prefer the official routes,
I'll have Garzo request it.
- No!

If colleagues won't help each other,
who will?

It just so happens that this file
is quite slim.

It's a cut and dried case.
Count Palmieri confessed.

- I know, so I guess I'll have to make do
with what little there is.
- Ah.

I'll go get it for you.

- It's in the archives.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

So,
let's see where it's at...

Ah, here it is.

Archived file found.

So.

This isn't it... Here it is.

It's him, here he is, see? Right here.

See? As I was saying.

There's the report, the autopsy
report and the confession.

- Who found the corpse?
- The maid.

It was the maid, she found him
in the morning in the office.

- The wife was at home and the daughter
was at school.
- So we know...

- De Blasio.
- Yes.
- Wouldn't it be easier if you bring it here for five minutes?
- Yes.

- I was asking...
- Yes.
- What do we know about the victim?

Lawyer Piro was a frequent guest
of exclusive drawing rooms.

In truth, he was a loan shark.

He enjoyed lending money
to fallen nobles.

Count Palmieri di Roccaspina
owed him a lot of money, through cards, horses and other things.

He owed him a boatload of money.

- Who performed the autopsy?
- Your friend, Modo.

- Who have you interrogated?
- The family, the maid...

Then we were there,
the count came in and confessed.

- Can I have a look?
- Yes.

I'll see if I have any connections
with my case and I'll return it to you.

Alright, I'll allow it for today.
Can you bring it back tomorrow morning?

- It will be done.
- Hm.
- De Blasio...
- Yes?

- Take care.
- Thank you.

"On the night of the murder"

"Under the influence of alcohol
and after losing at cards"

"Count Palmieri goes
to Lawyer Piro"

"to convince him to postpone
the repayment of a debt."

Piro lets him into his office
and they have an argument.

Count Palmieri takes
an item from the desk

he doesn't remember
if it was a pen or a letter opener.

He hits him,
gets scared and goes home.

The next day, he decides to return
to Piro, but he finds the police there.

How come nobody heard them?

When they met the time
before, everyone heard them.

Inspector, you know how much respect I have
for that square head De Blasio,

but the solution to the case
is on a silver platter.

We have to give the square head
the records back tomorrow morning.

- You make copies, I'll go talk
to Modo.
- Excuse me.

If I may,
I'll have Antonelli make the copies.

- My hands are too big, it doesn't come out well.
- Do as you please.

Keep in mind
that it's an unauthorized investigation.

- We don't want Garzo to get in our way.
- No... Mmm!

Ah, what a surprise!

Ever since we've been in power,
the police have been on vacation!

It's not a reproach,
it's a fact.

- Naples by now is better than Switzerland.
- Yes.

- It seems we'll soon be speaking German.
- And eating chocolate.

Great people, those Germans,
no kidding.

You know I don't joke around.
Now please excuse us, we need to get back to work.

-Well done.
-Excuse me.

What do we say in these circumstances?

"Auf wiedersehn"! Lawyer...

-"Good evening."
- Hey.
- Hey!

I was saying, "Look, the eclipse has started."

- I need your help.
- One says hello first, asks how you are...

- Am I right? Then perhaps I'll answer.
- How am I supposed to be?

Being unwell isn't a crime, nor is saying it, for now.

"Thank you, Doctor Modo, for these kind words, I'll think about it."

- Alright, what do you want?
- Lawyer Piro.
- Lawyer Piro?

- Lawyer Piro...
- Yes.
- What do you want to know?

- If he's still dead?
- Yes, and how he died.

How did Lawyer Piro die? Let me remember.

Slumped over the desk with his throat slashed.

- No signs of struggle.
- The weapon?
- They didn't find it.

- You must have some idea.
- From the wound, yes.

His throat was slashed from the right side

and the weapon cut the jugular.

This wouldn't suggest a letter opener

but rather a pointed object.

- Which excludes your wit.
- You're in good form.

- What happened today? Any news?
- Who can know?

- Does it involve a woman?
- You're sharp, truly.

Do you know what you should do? Be a police inspector.

- Can you see this is serious?
- Yes, but it's not grave.

Don't talk about the mystery woman. Can you tell me more about the case?

Why are you so interested in Piro? One less worm around.

- Better this way, right?
- Yes, but something in this story doesn't convince me.

- What time did he die?
- If I remember correctly, between midnight and two.

If you have no other questions or things to do, I actually do.

- I'm very busy.
- How do you say it? "Cherchez la femme"?

- Something like that. Goodbye, Ricciardi.
- Goodbye.

Falco?

I was expecting your visit days ago.

Autumn has started.

No more people in the streets.

No more chairs in the alleys.

No more voices.

Once someone told me that the souls of the alleys are made of glass.

You can look through them.

- What do you see in these souls?
- Life.

- I brought you the information you wanted.
- Good.

Her name is Enrica Colombo.

As you already know, she lives on Santa Teresa street, like him.

Exactly in the building across.

What else did you find out?

She studied to be a teacher, still lives with her parents.

Her father has a hat shop.

Falco, tell me if there's something between them or not.

No, madam, there's nothing.

The girl was friends with the late housekeeper Rosa Vaglio.

They surely know each other, at least by sight.

In any case,

we already have a pretty clear information about the girl.

What information?

Sometimes it's not the person that matters, but their connections.

This summer Miss Colombo was teaching at a summer camp in Ischia.

She met a German officer.

They became friends.

- Do you mean they got engaged?
- It's not excluded.

- He just transferred to Naples.
- That's great news.

I wish them all the happiness in the world.

Madam...

I've just let you in on confidential information.

That man is of the utmost interest to us.

So I need to ask you to stay away from him.

- I'll give up the honor of meeting him.
- That's not enough.

It'd be dangerous to hang around everyone who has something to do with him.

If you're talking about Ricciardi, you know well I can't do that.

Forgive the frankness, madam.

Why are you so stubborn about this man?

Because I know he likes me. I know, I can feel it.

Anyway, thank you.

I know you care a lot about my well-being.

Falco, tell me.

Why do you know all these things about the life of the alleys?

I'm an orphan.

I grew up in those alleys.

- Don't you have a family?
- I do.

It's the Party.

Without the Party, I'd be nothing.

So, I need to ask you,

never put me in a position where I have to choose

between loyalty to the regime and the feelings that link me to you.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, Countess.

These orchids are very beautiful.

I prefer roses.

How can I help you, Inspector?

I would like to reconstruct the events of that night with you.

When your husband came home, were you already in bed?

Did you hear him come in?

Yes, I was awakened by the sound of the door of his room.

His room?

My husband and I have been sleeping in separate rooms

for several years now.

Excuse me, how can you be so sure of what you're telling me?

This is my room.

That one is my husband's.

- If you stay here, you'll hear it.
- Alright.

- Was your door like this?
- Yes, I sleep with the doors open.

[CREAKING]

[CREAKING]

- Did you hear that?
- Yes.

Indeed,
it would have awakened anyone.

My husband returned at nine.

He left in the morning
at seven-thirty.

Throughout the night
he never left the room.

Let's assume
that your husband never left the room

and had a reason to accuse himself
of a murder he did not commit.

However, factually, in your opinion...

how did he know
that a crime had been committed?

Why leave so early
the next morning?

It was a habit
he had picked up in recent months.

- I have no idea where he was going.
- Didn't you ever ask him?

Romualdo and I have been married
for ten years.

We didn't have children

and our relationship
faded little by little.

- It happens in marriages.
- Excuse me...

I don't want you to talk about
things that don't concern me.

Instead, I think it's necessary.

I wonder if this could be the reason

why Romualdo took the blame
for a non-existent fault.

Be more precise.

I wonder if, to not lose
what little we have left

that is, the name and this house...

he chose prison
to free himself from creditors.

Excuse me, don't you think those
would try to take revenge on you?

I don't believe
they would do that.

No, I don't think that would happen.

You came to me
with a specific reason.

I trusted that and this is
why I am here now.

So, I ask you and I hope that
you are completely honest with me.

Is there something else I should know
or have you told me everything?

No, there's nothing else.

Peppers!
Buy the peppers!

Miss, look at those beauties!
Wait.

You can hear the sea,
like the shells! Listen.

Good morning, miss!
Listen to that music!

- I don't have time to waste, I work.
- Don't I work too?

Excuse me, I have to convince you that I have
the best vegetables in Naples.

You don't believe it.

- Taste it.
- Where I am from,
farmers sell vegetables.

Street performers do the plays.
Good day.

Sarracino, finally a girl
who puts you in your place!

Eh, Inspector? Did you see
the work I did?

- You or Antonelli from the archive?
- Now you're "splitting hairs".

- He wrote, but I dictated.
- Well!

- The defending lawyer is Moscato.
- Mmm.

Shall we have a chat
with him?

No, Raffaele, I'll go.

- I involved you too much, I don't want
to get you in trouble.

- I'm sorry that I can't help you.

Maybe you can do one thing..

You can take a walk...
you know where..

- Where I know?
- Yes.
- Now? What's the connection?
- It matters, it matters.

I want to know everything
about the count and the countess.

- Even about the countess?
- To me, she's hiding something.

At her house
there were very expensive flowers.

I doubt the husband sends them
from Poggioreale.

- See you later.
- See you later.

You must be
Inspector Ricciardi.

-Lawyer Moscato, pleasure.
-Thank you for agreeing to meet me.

- Do you know the count well?
- We've known each other since high school.

I have great fondness for that unfortunate man.

I also have a great fondness for Bianca,
but this doesn't change things.

Could you tell me more
about what he's like, his story?

He comes from
an old, noble family.

He had a future
that he sent into ruin.

- Because of his gambling vice?
- That's not a vice, it's a fever.

He squandered an immense fortune
and also ruined Bianca.

As far as you know,
does the count also have other vices?

- I don't know, for example, women.
- No, I exclude that.

Lately, things with Bianca
were not the same

but he only has that demon.

Instead, with Piro...
how were the relations?

Can you tell me when and under
what circumstances they met?

Ludovico Piro was a scoundrel

who took advantage of people who
were in ruin for some reason.

Romualdo fell into his net
and didn't know how to get out.

That's why he killed him.

Lawyer...

I would like to meet
your friend in jail

but I can't make
an official request.

If you care so much,
I can accompany you.

I hoped you would answer like that.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Every time I have to climb this
staircase, damn it...

I won't come here anymore, understood?
You're a dump!

Hey! Why don't you look
where you're stepping?

I'm sorry, it's that that damn
faggot doesn't receive anymore!

Don't worry,
he will open the door for you.

What's this familiarity?
How dare you?

- I'm not here for what you think.
- No?
- No.
- And why?

Why do you care?
I'm here on duty.

- Exactly, on duty!
- Get lost or I'll take you to jail!

Yes, have fun, Sergeant!

Franco, I told you
I don't receive anymore! Stop!

Do me the favour, give up!

You need to leave!

- What is happening?? Why are you yelling?
- Sorry, Sergeant.

You've really frightened me! Relax, catch your breath.

- Shall I make a coffee substitute?
- Why is the door closed?

Did you meet Francuccio? My goodness, he's so overbearing!

- Any problems with Francuccio?
- No, no issue, on the contrary.

For once, a nice thing.

- Shall I add sugar?
- I asked why the door is closed.

Sergeant, I've fallen in love.

You know how it is, certain things you lose interest in doing...

for work.

Who's the lucky one?

- I'd prefer to keep this information to myself, if you don't mind.

You must keep it to yourself, please. I can get by without knowing anything.

By the way, it's not that now you're not giving me any information

because you've... got a boyfriend?

When did I ever? I can't refuse you anything, you know that.

Come on, what do you want to know?

So, a lawyer from Santa Lucia...

- I know!
- Indeed.
- His name was Piro, right?
- Yes.

- The guilty party confessed, no?
- I am the one who asks the questions.

I need information on the victim, suspected murderer, and even the countess.

You have to let me know everything, relationships, vices, gambling debts.

- And quickly too.
- Why not? Now I even have more free time.

- Maybe one day we'll take a nice walk.
- Why not?

- I'll even take you to the seaside.
- Truly? To Mergellina?

I'll let you take a nice plunge.

- With a stone tied to your foot.
- Let's avoid that.

- My boyfriend is jealous.
- Eh!

- Look at this mess!
- I'll clean it up.

Father Pierino! What are you doing here?

Simple, Inspector, I was waiting for you.

- Can I have a minute of your time?
- Certainly.

- What's going on?
- I have to ask you a favor.

Try to imagine a remarkably handsome, exceedingly good priest

abundantly blessed with hair.

- Can you envision him?
- I believe I can, yes.

Imagine one day

A family man comes to him, seeking help.

He loves his daughter and is hurting for her.

She's an exceedingly sweet girl.

She has a kind heart, but it's fragile.

Feeling rejected by the man she loves

she risks taking the wrong path.

What if it's the right path though?

Loving someone, truly loving them, I mean...

Doesn't it also mean wanting their happiness, even at the risk of losing them?

When will you let go of the pain you carry within?

You're living the life of a ghost.

Yes.

But it's the only one I have.

Please excuse me, but I better return to my work.

I will pray for you every day, Inspector Ricciardi!

What will we tell the family? They know the investigation is closed.

We'll come up with something.

Quite the mansion! Look at this.

Good evening, may I know with whom I have the pleasure of speaking?

Mrs. Piro, I am Inspector Ricciardi.

He is Sergeant Maione.

We apologize for coming here without notice

But we assure you it's just a formality.

I thought the issue was closed, am I mistaken?

Unfortunately, madam, there are deficiencies in the reports.

- During the proceedings, these could pose risks.
- What risks?

That damned man must be imprisoned forever!

We're here for that, madam.

We just need to take a look

At your husband's office.

Where it happened...

- May I?
- Of course.

It's been decided, no use discussing.

- Why didn't... Di Blasio come?
- Yes, he couldn't today.

It's been decided, no use discussing.

It's been decided, no use discussing.

- What exactly do you need to check?
- The correspondence with the reports.

Madam,

The medical examiner suggests

That your husband died between midnight and two in the morning.

Was it usual for him to stay to work until such a late hour?

My husband managed very important religious organizations.

He had the confidence of the bishop and high-ranking state officials.

So he worked a lot, even at night.

- Where is your daughter?
- She's here.

Carlotta, the police are here.

The gentlemen are here to verify some things before the trial.

Then we should help them.

So, perhaps my prayers will be answered.

Miss, we apologize for all the inconvenience.

- When did you last see your father?
- After dinner.

Like every evening, I kissed him before I went to bed.

- And you, ma'am?
- I brought him a cup of milk.

It must have been around half past ten, perhaps.

The morning before the crime, the reports suggest

that Count di Roccaspina had a dispute with your husband.

- Is that correct?
- Yes.

Out of pure humanity, Ludovico had lent him some money.

- He never respected the due dates.
- Who was home that morning?

Me, the maid and the driver. Carlotta was at school.

- Did you hear what they were saying?
- No, the argument didn't last long.

My husband didn't like talking about his work.

Did your husband have a lot of debtors?

That man ruined our lives.

- Do you want to put my father on trial?
- No, miss.

I understand you, yet you must realize

that the defense will try to suggest different hypotheses to the court.

Different from what? Isn't a confession definitive proof?

No, it can be withdrawn until the last moment.

We are here to help you avoid such a possibility.

My husband is dead, and a man confessed to killing him.

To the world, the matter ends here.

Maybe for the world, but for me, it will never end.

Tell me, what is it?

- Nothing.
- Shall I ask you again?

Manfred is in Naples.

Don't you want to follow your heart?

Then come the regrets.

- Do you have regrets?
- No.

I've always followed my heart.

I fell in love with your mother.

She wanted to get married, wanted children, to start a family.

I was scared at first, but as soon as you were born...

I had no doubts or fears.

That's why, just for that, please follow your heart.

Dad, I need to stop chasing a man who doesn't want me.

A man who doesn't love me.

I need to think about my future.

As long as you are happy.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- Good evening.
- Inspector, good evening. Sorry if I am disturbing you.

The lady told me if you could come with me.

It's late, tell her I can't.

She said it's for a very important reason.

[KNOCKING ON THE DOOR]
Clara, come in.

Madam, Inspector Ricciardi has arrived.

- Invite him to the living room.
- Fine.

You look beautiful!

Good evening, Livia.

Did something happen?

Does something have to happen to have the honor of seeing you?

- How are you?
- It's been a long day.

I wasn't referring to work.

I know what it means to lose someone.

I know how important Rosa was to you.

I miss her a lot.

I didn't think I could miss her this much.

I lost my son, I know the pain.

If I insisted so much on you... it is because you brought me back to life.

- Me?
- Yes, you.

Two years ago I had just returned to Naples.

I came to you at the Police Station.

- I don't know if you remember what I told you.
- Of course, I remember.

That you were walking on the promenade.

You saw some kids playing.

For the first time, I didn't look away.

At that moment, I felt life coming back into my veins.

I ran to you and as soon as I saw you, I understood.

The reason was you.

You're giving me a credit I don't deserve.

Why don't you let me care for you?

Because what you're asking for... I can't give it to you.

Is it because of that girl?

If there's something between you two, tell me. I swear, I'll leave you alone.

There is no girl.

That's good, since she has someone else.

- How do you know?
- It doesn't matter.

She's smarter than me, she understood right away that there is no hope with you.

You're not the problem, you've never been the problem.

The problem is me.

- I can help you.
- No! You can't, no one can.

Only hell can.

- No kisses, I told you.
- Sorry.

- It's not about you.
- Don't worry, I know.

I've met other girls who don't want to kiss their clients.

Yeah, but it's not the same.

They do it to keep something just for themselves.

And you?

I don't like kisses.

I don't know why.

Maybe because they make me feel exposed.

Maybe they scare me.

- I'm saying a lot of nonsense, right?
- No.

I like it, because you say it.

- I?
- Yes, you.

I think about you, Lina.

- What are you saying?
- I knew it, look! I'm telling the truth and you don't believe me.

I always think about you, day and night.

Even the gesture you're making now... I like it, because you do it with grace.

Doctor...

Are you sure you're feeling well?

Never been better.

Luigi.

- Mom.
- Don't give up on living, my son.

I can't, mom.

- You know why.
- We don't know anything.

We don't know anything.

We can only give pain to the people we love.

Our curse must end with me.

Without pain, there's no love, remember that.

There is no love without pain.

I want your love.

Help me…

Help me…

- Inspector.
- Lawyer, thanks for your kindness.

Bianca made a strong plea,
but she shouldn't hold out too much hope.

- You know the way, I imagine.
- In truth, I do not.

I don't like
escorting people to jail.

It saddens me to see a man
robbed of his freedom.

Thank you.

Romualdo,
have you deteriorated even more?

Do you want to starve to death?

- When is my trial?
- There's no date yet.

I don't understand the rush.

You don't need to understand,
just do as I say.

The murder wasn't premeditated,
I acted impulsively.

The expected sentence is 21 years.

My conduct will be impeccable,
so I'll get out earlier.

You want to get out early
after you get yourself condemned?

I am guilty, that's fair.

But, Count...

that night no one saw
or heard you enter Piro's house.

- Your wife is sure that you
were home.
- Pay her no mind.

She tried to convince everyone.
She needs to accept it.

Answer this question, why
didn't anyone see or hear you?

Why are you doing this?
What do you have to win here?

- Guard, we're done here.
- Romualdo, wait.

- You better focus on the trial.
- Wait.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- The most beautiful sentence isn't "I love you".

- It's "Napoli's leading".
- We have a god in the midfield.

- Sorry for being late.
- Nothing can stop him.

Bambinella, so...
Oh, excuse me!

Bambinella,
what's this?

Why, don't you like me?

- You're unsettling.
- You're ungrateful.

I save you the climb
and you treat me like a moppet?

- Hurry up, what do you need to tell me?
Speak.
- Mmm...

What? What's wrong, paralysis?
What is it? Speak!

Nothing.

This Count di Roccaspina,
aside from gambling, has no vices.

- You made me come here just to tell me
this?
- Let me speak! Eh!

A friend of mine,
who works above a doctor

is friends with the countess's servant.

Even if they haven't paid her for years,
she stayed the same.

Don't stop, go on!

- She says the countess has a
suitor.
- A suitor?
- Mmm.

- Inspector.
- Countess.

What are you doing here?
Do you want news of your husband?

Yes, but first I have something to tell you.

I lied to you the other day.

Orchids are
my favorite flowers.

Why are you telling me this?

I asked for your help
and you have the right to know.

The flowers were sent by
Duke Marangolo.

When I said that the loan sharks
wouldn't hurt me,

it's because I know
he'd come to my aid.

But then between you and the duke exists...

Is there a relationship?

Yes, but not in the way you're thinking.

He is in love, she is not.
She doesn't want to lose him as a friend.

- The usual story.
- He's in trouble.

Love is always trouble,
but it's a disaster if it's not there.

Bambinella!
What can you tell me about Piro?

I know a girl who did it
with Piro's driver.

- A girl?
- A colleague, ex-colleague.
- Mmm.

So? You stop? Go on!

So the driver was sacked
on the spot.

- Why?
- They say that, after Piro's death, they can't afford him.

Do you believe that?

The lawyer, God rest his soul, when he
died, left behind a real fortune.

If you wanted to talk to the driver...

- What would you do without me?
- I'd live a hundred years!

I'm going, if they see us together,
who knows what they'll think.

What should they think?
Do me a favor!

- I told you, my boyfriend
is very jealous.
- Yes...

Patience!

- So Romualdo has no
intention of retracting.
- No.

I must say I've never met a man
so determined to destroy himself.

Sometimes when arguing with him...

I told him he ruined me, that I wished he would disappear.

It's my fault,
if he's done this.

No, I don't believe so.

Everyone is the master
of their own destiny, Bianca.

Countess.

We can't feel responsible
for everything.

[MUSIC FROM THE RECORD PLAYER]

Falco.

What are you doing here?

You haven't been out in two days.

Are you okay?

You're the only person...
who truly cares about me.

What happened?

What happened?

I've realized that...

I've realized
how foolish and naive I was.

Are you still tormenting yourself over him?

- I think you pity me!
- No.

- A lonely, sad woman...
- No, that man is the one I pity.

And he also angers me,
because he doesn't know what he's losing.

No...

It's me
who's got something wrong.

Don't even think about it.

Falco,

would you reject a woman like me?

Only a fool would do that.

Even your slightest eyelid flutter is sheer beauty.

You're too kind.

But all this beauty you speak of...

hasn't served much purpose.

Clearly, the problem isn't you.

I would rather know...

That he doesn't like women.

I would feel less wounded.

I've always tormented myself thinking I was the cause of everything.

Perhaps...

Perhaps you're right.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

I can't talk about it publicly

But our archaeologists in Pompeii have made a discovery

which I will personally inform Berlin about.

You've gone to the trouble of bringing a French wine.

Life is too short for mediocre wines.

Did you make it yourself?

You're an angel, Enrica.

- It's her specialty and she can do many other things.
- Mom, come on.

You just had to see her in Ischia, on that beach.

With how much kindness...

She took care of the children.

She was sweet...

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

- Mmm?
- Huh? She was authoritative.

Enrica is great with children.

- Very good.
- Major, don't you miss your homeland?

Of course, but...

I feel like I've already found a new home here in Italy.

Then this country is full of treasures.

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

I won't have to be alone anymore.

I won't have to be alone anymore.

I won't have to be alone anymore.

I won't have to be alone anymore.

I won't have to be alone anymore.

I won't have to be alone anymore.

- Then what did he say?
- Nothing!

- Do you necessarily have to look at them?
- No! Sorry.

- The last one.
- Another last one?
- The last last one.

You must tell me one thing, I still don't understand.

Why are you so interested in this case?

I promised Countess Bianca that I would help her.

- Too many things don't add up.
- I see.

"Cherchez la femme", huh?

What a heartbeat in these pants!

Stop talking nonsense!

If it really wasn't the husband, why take all the blame?

Yeah, why?

You always say that, right? Either you kill for love or you kill for hunger.

- In this case why?
- In this case hunger.

- Piro was the loan shark to the nobles.
- "The nobles"? "The nobles"!

- You have to sniff them all out, the nobles, got it?
- Yes.
- One by one.

Promise, huh? Uh!

- Come here.
- What are you doing?
- It's good luck!
- Bruno!

- The last one, I promise.
- Seventh, eighth last.
- Always the last.

Your parents are delightful.

Thank you. To be honest,
maybe my mom talks too much.

She's a very nice woman.

But you've taken after your father.

And how did you realize that?

Enrica, when can I see you again?

Alone, I mean.

Tomorrow afternoon, perhaps?

- Tomorrow is not possible.
- Then the day after tomorrow.

- Try to stay up, come on.
- I'm really trying!
- Yes.

- ♪ Moth... ♪
- Listen! Listen to this song, listen!

"Save the moth,
because otherwise it'll burn", got it?

- The "palummella" is the moth.
- Yes.
- Who's the moth?
- Who?

- You're the inspector, you know!
- No!
- Don't lie!
- I don't know.

- This is your home. With God's will, we've arrived.
- Go.

- Can you do it?
- Yes, everything's under control.

- Ouch!
- Hey, come here.

- There are more steps now.
- Give me the keys, I'll put you to bed.

- The keys to the house?
- No, to the hospital.
- Here they are.

Here they are.

You're a friend.

Hey! Come on, let's go!

- Ah...
- Come on, walk.

Have you thought about how beautiful the children will be?

Tall, blond, powerful, like little princes.

You run so fast, Maria!

Enrica should run, so as not to miss
such a good catch.

- Should I make another coffee?
- Mmm.

Wait and hope! Will you get moving?

Oh! Finally!

- Good morning, Duke.
- Please, Inspector, sit down.

Baron Ricciardi di Malomonte.

He was a dear family friend.

- Are you related, by any chance?
- No.

Alright, let's get to the point.

The day before the crime, you visited the Roccaspina house.

Why?

I am a moderate man.

I have never had vices.

Except for one.

Bianca Palmieri di Roccaspina.

I need to ask exactly what kind of relationship exists between you.

Regrettably, it's just a friendship.

Hence, a year ago Bianca confided in me,

that Romualdo had been beaten up.

I was aware of his debts, but... not that his life was at risk.

So I decided to help him.

But I did it for her.

Sure.

At this point in the narrative, is this where Lawyer Piro enters the scene?

That little pathetic moneylender.

I asked him to help Romualdo.

I told him that I would honor his debts.

With one condition, no one should know where the money came from.

But then something happened.

At some point, Piro... didn't want to accept my money anymore.

- And why do you think this is?
- I would also like to know.

Romualdo was his "golden goose".

What was the need to destroy him?

You will have to forgive the insinuation, but I must do my job.

It's hard not to see in the count's misfortune,

the best opportunity for you.

Inspector, I am dying, I don't have much time left.

Then I know Bianca.

She could never be with a man

just out of gratitude or charity.

Why did you go to her that night?

To warn her.

I feared that Romualdo might end it all.

Instead, he surprised me. I didn't think he was capable of killing.

Thank you for your time.

- I hope I've been able to help.
- Absolutely.

Baron Ricciardi di Malomonte was my father.

I apologize for not telling you immediately.

It's just... this is a world where I...

I no longer belong for a long time now.

[KNOCKING ON THE DOOR]
Come in.

Camarda, what's up?

Maione, outside there's one looking for a big sergeant...

With a belly.

- He did like this.
- Let him in and then disappear from my sight.

- What is this familiarity?
- Come in!

Please.

I'm Salvatore Laprece,
Piro's former driver.

- Miss Bambinella told me...
- Yes, never mind.

It doesn't matter.

- I found out you were fired.
- Unjustly.

They left me without references and I don't know where to turn.

- Please have a seat.
- Thank you.

Enrica!

What are you doing here?

- Excuse me, I...
- You're apologizing?

What are you apologizing for? No, explain it to me.

For looking at me for so long
and then not seeking me anymore?

- Or for making me believe...
- You are blaming me and rightly so, but...

I know there is someone
in your life, I have seen you.

How dare you?
What right do you have?

Do you think I haven't seen you
with that woman?

Enrica!

Enrica.

I would have waited for you
no matter how long it took.

For me, a simple gesture,
just one would have sufficed.

What's the use?

Can you tell me now
what's the use of all this sea?

[SOUND OF FOOTSTEPS]
Enrica!

The investment has already been activated
and I don't know if I did well...

Ah, Ricciardi!

De Blasio has just reported

that you requested to view
the Piro case file.
- Yes.

- I needed it for a connection
with another investigation.
- Alright.

Be careful where you put your hands.

I have already returned
the file to the colleague.

Ricciardi, let's try to understand.

The Lawyer Piro case
is a closed case.

- There is a confession.
- I know.

Always remember that you work
for the country and for the Party.

Am I clear?

- How long did you work
for Piro?
- Three years.

I took care of the Fiat 525, black,
beautiful as the sun.

Inspector, he arrived.

- Salvatore Laprece, I'm Piro's driver.
- Good morning. Continue.

You said you were
wrongfully fired.

- Why?
- Sergeant...

They said that without the lawyer
they couldn't afford the expense,

but they have money indeed.

- What justification
did you give yourself?
- I don't know.

The lady never liked me.

She's a harpy, that one.

- Instead, what kind of person is the daughter?
- No, she is different.

She's beautiful, but also intelligent.

She goes to one
of the best high school in Naples.

In the morning I saw her leave early,
at seven, with all those books...

- I don't know how she can read so much.
- Excuse me.

- Didn't you take her by car?
- She preferred to walk.

She left early to meet
her friends in front of the school.

Did you notice anything strange?

I mean, something he disclosed to you?

The lawyer? That one?
Imagine if he chatted with me.

In short,
nothing out of the ordinary.

Except for one thing,
but I'm not sure if it's crucial.

Please, feel free to share.

The day before the murder,

we went
to the Convent of the Crowned Madonna,

after Pomigliano d'Arco.

The lawyer was the administrator,
I took him there every three months.

The visit was as usual.

But the next day, the lawyer
asked me to take him back there

as if he had forgotten something.

This had never happened before.

- Didn't he explain why?
- No.

I didn't ask him anything.

After that,
did anything significant happen?

Okay, keep yourself at our disposal
for more questions.

More than this?! Look,
see if you can help me.

- Even to drive your car, huh.
- It's not necessary.

- I drive it perfectly.
- Okay.

It is strange, because
if Piro wanted to ruin the count,

in my opinion, there's something more
to it, for sure.

- No?
- Maione.
- What?
- The road!

Oh.

Don't worry,
you're in good hands.

- Going back to the earlier point, there's something
personal between the two, for me.
- Yes.

Ah, Inspector?
Twenty minutes on the dot.

I was the best in the driving course.

I hope you never run into
others on the road.

- This is a very ugly story.
- Yes, Mother.

Listen, we found out

that the lawyer came here
the day before he died.

- Can you confirm this for us?
- Yes, certainly.

For the report, as always.

Precisely, do you remember what he
came to do? What did he tell you?

No, the lawyer explained the numbers

of the movements
of the subsequent reports.

- Then he left.
- How did you find him? How did he seem to you?

Oh, calm!
Calm, as always.

- How often did he visit you?
- Every quarter-end.

- Were the information he gave
you that day complete?
- Yes.

The lawyer was
a very meticulous person.

If he was so accurate, why did he come
back to visit you the next day?

Well,
I really don't remember that.

I can assure you that, Mother.

He came back the next day,
the driver told us.

But of course, it's true.

The lawyer also returned
the day after.

- May I ask why?
- No.

No, Inspector,
I really can't.

It was a personal matter.

It's very important for us to know
the reasons why he came back here

for the development of the investigation.

We can't divulge
the confidences of our believers

even if unfortunately
they are no longer among us.

Mother, you can't hide
such an important thing from us.

As I have already said,
it was a personal matter.

It has nothing to do
with everything that happened afterwards.

Now, I'm really sorry,
but I have to go.

You understand,
the convent, the school...

We have a lot to do
and a lot, a lot of work.

- We'll leave you to your duties.

In my opinion, the head nun
surely knows something.

- For sure.
- Indeed.

- We should question Piro's widow.
- I believe that too.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

I should send my son
to convent school to calm him down.

- What's he doing?
- He's giving me and his mother a hard time.

- He wants to be a policeman.
- Still?
- Yes.

I told you, the troubles
of setting a good example.

- Is it always my fault?
- Always.

It's been decided

no use discussing

It's been decided, no use discussing.

It's been decided, no use discussing.

What really happened to you?

It's been decided, no use discussing.

Inspector!

How dare you?
This is a violation.

You were not home, we asked
the maid for permission.

What do you want from us?

Stay calm,
I just have one question for you.

- Why did you fire the driver?
- I don't see how that concerns you.

- It was my husband who used the car.
- I know.

He went to the Convent
of the Crowned Madonna two days in a row.

- Why?
- My husband managed their accounts.

- Where's your daughter?
- At school. Please, leave us alone.

Don't you think we've suffered
enough already?

Inspector.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Fortunately, life goes on.

- Hello.
- Hi.

- In my opinion, they're waiting for Carlotta.
- What should we do? Do you want to go?

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Were you looking for me?
- We just need to clarify one thing with you.

Your father
on the day he passed away

had gone to the Convent
of the Crowned Madonna.

- Do you know why?
- The college was
one of the ones he administered.

We know, but we don't know why
he went there twice in two days.

- My father didn't discuss
his work with me.
- Okay.

- We won't disturb you any further.
- Thank you.

It's a shame
that you're trying to protect a murderer

just because he's a nobleman
and has the right connections.

Miss.

If Palmieri di Roccaspina
is culpable, he will serve his sentence.

- I assure you.
- I sincerely hope so.

- Maione.

♪ Return and go, moth of the night

♪ in the shadow where you were born.

♪ Return to this perfumed air

♪ which can console you.

♪ In the darkness and only for me

♪ this candle burns and consumes.

♪ But that both of us burn,
I cannot bear it.

♪ See that I too

♪ am slowly being dazzled

♪ and that I burn my hand
by wanting to chase you away? ♪

[APPLAUSE]

- Bravo!
- Too kind.

That you had little to no social life in
the last months is a crime.

- I'll make up for it, I promise.
- Let me introduce some friends.

Major, are there such beautiful voices
in your Germany?

- Manfred von Brauchitsch.
- Livia Lucani.

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

Such divine voices bloom only
in the Mediterranean sun, my friend.

Major,
what brings you to Naples?

He oversees the work
of a group of archaeologists.

- Fascinating! I want to know everything.
- Certainly.
- Yes.

Thank you.

In Rome, they are increasingly interested
in Germans.

- What have you discovered about
Colombo Enrica?
- He met the family.

He seems intent on
asking her to marry him.

That bond may prove useful to us,
sooner or later.

There's only one problem though.
The girl is in love with another.

A police inspector.

It won't be simple feelings

that put our interests at risk.
- I'll handle it.

- We need a motorcycle.
- You're right.

- We have to find the money.
- How? We need too much.

You're really a good guy, huh?
That's why you'll help us.

- Me?
- Yes, you.

You must show
if you're worth it and if you care about us.

You have to prove it.

And if something bad happened to him?

It will be worse when he returns.

- I'll make a face like this.
- Giovanni never did something like this...

- I'll go downstairs.
- Go.

Why these faces?

- Do you think this is an adequate time to come home?
- I was with friends.

- I didn't realize it was late.
- Friends?

Who are these friends? Slackers like you?

Listen, I can't take it anymore! I can't be a policeman,

I can't go out with friends. Luca is dead, but I'm alive!

Your father had gone to the convent
of the Crowned Madonna.

- Do you know why?
- College was
one of the entities he administered.

The next day, the lawyer
told me to bring him back there.

It was a personal matter.

It's been decided, no use discussing.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Ten past seven.

She preferred to walk.

She left early to see her friends
in front of the school.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Good morning, miss.

- What are you doing here?
- Waiting for you.

I don't have time, I have to go to school.

You haven't lost
the habit of coming here, huh?

Even if now
no one is waiting for you anymore.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Sit down and I'll explain it to you.

- Hurry up, I have Latin.
- Sure.

- A coffee for me, thank you.
- Yes, sir.

The usual for the young lady.

- What do you think you're proving?
- You and Roccaspina had a relationship.

- You're crazy.
- He was a charming man.

I say "was," because I fear
now you wouldn't recognize him anymore.

As far as I'm concerned,
he must rot in jail.

You had few opportunities to see each other.

You got used to
leaving the house early in the morning

to have time to meet
before going to school.

Only that your father...

Thank you.

I was saying, your father somehow
must have discovered you.

He decided...

to ruin the count.

That's why Roccaspina was there
the morning before the crime.

To talk to him.

Everyone heard them scream,
but no one understood what they were saying.

- I've heard enough.
- They weren't talking about debts.

They were talking about you. Your father is
mad about this story, right?

You have a nice imagination,
Inspector.

But let's come to the reason why...

why your father decided
to go a second time

to the Convent of the Crowned Madonna.

That's not just a convent.

It's a college.
You told me that yourself.

Speaking of that institution,
you said the word "college".

You fired the driver

to avoid him being able to say
something about the second visit.

That evening, when you said goodbye
to your father...

he communicated to you his
decision to shut you in college.

- I will never go! I will run away!
- Go to your room.

- Dad, please.
- Be quiet.

Palmieri is dead to you.
From tomorrow onwards you'll be in college.

- Dad.
- It's been decided, no use discussing!

Later on, you returned,
you positioned yourself at his back.

You delivered one blow only, just like that.
Sharp and deadly.

"Why was nothing seen?"

I asked myself:
"Why has nobody heard anything?"

Because the murderer was in the house.

Or better yet, the murderess. You.

Could I have the murder weapon back?

The next morning,
you sought help

from the only one who would have
thrown himself into the fire for you.

At the usual place and time.

My life is over...

because of that monster.

You have nothing to fear, my love.

I will take care of everything.

Well done, Inspector.

You could write a novel.

I would like to give you some more details about the characters.

- Like the protagonist's father.
- Do you admit it's you?

That's your assumption.

Since we're playing,
I'll give it a try also.

So, this caring father

who doesn't worry about
his daughter's happiness

do you know what he does?

He introduces her to Duke Marangolo,
an old sick man

to arrange a good marriage.

On that occasion,
she meets the count.

The girl whom the father offers
to the old man throws herself

into the arms of the
impoverished nobleman.

About him we should say a bit more.

Did you promise to that poor man
that you will wait for him until he gets out?

She didn't promise him anything.

She gave him something that
his wife never gave him.

- The joy of life.
- He's innocent.

- You can still save him, if you want.
- The girl has already saved him.

The count's life was
useless, empty.

- She gave it a meaning.
- Carlotta, confess.

Do not stain yourself
with a second crime.

You are mistaken,
I did not commit any crime.

The one who killed my poor father
is in prison.

Now I have to go to school. You see,
I have a future to build... for me.

Someone will be condemned
in your place.

Do you realize what that means
for your future?

Escaping justice today
will not help you at all.

The evil that you carry within
will never end.

Do not pity me, Inspector.

"It's been decided"

"no use discussing".

- We know what happened and it's not enough
to exonerate Romualdo?
- No.

We don't have hard
evidence in our hands.

If the count doesn't retract
the confession

our theories remain just theories.

I don't want to live
with that man anymore.

The idea that an innocent would be ruined...

So I intend to meet him again.

I don't know how I will be able to repay you
for what you have done.

I'm glad I believed you.

That's enough for me. See you soon.

I can't believe it, Inspector,
how is it possible?

She is the age of my son Giovanni.

How does a girl start a relationship with a man?

- Kills her father and fools
lawyers, police, and judges.
- No.

The girl only fooled Palmieri.

We just have to convince him
that his sacrifice is pointless.

- Inspector Ricciardi.

Do you think she will wait 20 years for you? Romualdo, retract.

Please. Today I will make
the application to reopen the investigation.

If I accepted your proposal,
what life would I have?

With a wife I don't love,
who judges me in silence?

Count, listen to me.

Try to focus only on this.

Carlotta would do a few years
in juvenile jail and she would be out.

What would happen to her?

A patricide linked to a penniless man
like me, Inspector?

You can't understand...

because you've never loved.

I am the murderer of Ludovico Piro
and I will serve my sentence.

One more thing...

I know she won't wait for me
and I don't want her to.

I want her to live
free and happy.

Because I love her.

- Raffaele.
- Hmm.
- Can't you sleep?

I can't.

Giovanni.

He didn't say a word
the whole evening.

- I don't know if we're right
to go so against him.
- What are you saying?

Lucia, when someone has a passion,
you can't take it away from them.

- The passion of being a policeman?
- Eh.

We've already lost one son.

Isn't that enough?

[DOORBELL]

- Good morning, miss.
- What are you looking for at this hour?

I brought you some fresh vegetables
just picked.

- I understand, how much do I owe you?
- Now, you're trying to offend me!

- Nelide, who's this?
- No one.

- When will I see you again?
- Step aside.

If I need to hurt myself in order to get a promise, I will.

Wait, perhaps, you can help me.

Good morning.

Miss, one moment! Are you running away?

- No!
- Then, take a look here.

Look at these beautiful vegetables!

Nelide, I'm off to the police station.

For sure I will be late tonight.

The guy from the market has some nice onions.

- The onions?
- Should I make the potato and onion dish, what do you think?

- Agreed.
- With a touch of oil.
- Yes.
- As you prefer.

- Touch it, feel how fresh they are, immensely fresh.
- Excuse me.

- Look at this onion, it resembles a heart.
- Enrica.

- Excuse me...
- This time, you must listen.

What I have done...

I've tried to do it for you, for your good.

If one loves someone, they must protect them, correct?

The moth from the song should not get too close to the flame or...

If both are hurting, then one has to ask what the point is.

It's as if you're both in a room.

One speaks and they're right. Another speaks and they're right, too.

Like going mad and finding yourself near the sea.

I don't know the purpose of all that sea.

I can try to figure it out.

This is what I do, discover things.

I'll succeed.

I hope, with you.

- Inspector Ricciardi.
- What do you want?
- Come with us.

I will do it myself.

Are you going to tell me what you expect from me?

I'm a police inspector, you can't treat me like this.

Ricciardi,
you may be an inspector...

but you have no family, you're not married.

You're not engaged.

You have no female relationships.

- You don't even visit the brothel.
- So? What are you implying?

From our surveillance reports...

your inclination towards homosexuality it's more than clear.

- You're mad.
- No.

- You are the sick one.
- On the other hand, you often visit a certain Bruno Modo.

We know him well, too.

A few nights ago you went to his house.

- Just the two of you.
- He was drunk.

- I helped him get into bed.
- In what other way did you help him?

You're a representative of the State.

- Men like you should set an example.
- You are making a huge mistake.

You say that. We have a highly credible witness.

A woman of faith who is very close to the Duce's family.

She has claimed that she wanted to have a relationship with you.

- Livia?
- And you refused.