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I have bad news.

Bartolo is dead.

-Shocked. -How did it happen?

We found him in the sea.

He was blue, bloated.

Boss, it's not fair to accuse anyone.

It could have been a suicide.

-Good. -Thanks.

You have some imagination.

He punched himself in the face,

then he put himself in the box.

And, with the same box, he dragged himself into the sea.

When someone is very determined...

Hello?

No, I'm not interested. I have two men to kill.

NO ACTIVITY: ITALY

Assam black tea. Very strong.

Three sips and you'll be awake all night.

-Katia? -Yes?

You said: "All neat and tidy tomorrow."

Yes. You look good. Nice.

So he wasn't Perry's father?

No, he was her ex.

-He waited for me with a stick. -I see.

-But then he calmed down. -Yeah?

Yeah, we talked a lot, Marcello.

Are you sure this is the position he told you to keep?

-Yes, it is. Can you feel the hip? -Sure can.

-That's right. -I can't keep this up.

No, hold it.

You should do this every time you're sitting.

Then he explained to me his theory,

according to which us human beings

evolved too fast mentally, but not physically.

We are capable of forgiving, but not of aligning the tailbone.

Stretch, Marcello, stretch.

You know, this is my passion.

I really like it so much.

I used to drink it with Loredana all the time.

We used to go to an Indian deli.

We were there all the time. The colleagues used to call us "the two marines".

Look, no. No.

No Loredana tonight.

You will behave tonight.

I've been waiting years for this moment.

-There's an inspection tonight. -Tonight?

You always talk about bull...

-It's just an inspection. -When were you going to tell me?

If you make me look bad,

I swear I'll write on your report that

you're responsible for the Bologna massacre.

You know, I've been to Bologna once.

With Loredana, again.

We were there because of work.

One night we crashed a a students' party.

"Your IDs, now!"

Loredana, that crazy girl, as a prank puts in my pocket a bag of...

They searched me.

You can't imagine my night after that.

She's the worst.

Loredana is the worst.

Look how disgusting this car is.

Bottles.

And it smells real bad.

-Marcello. -Yes?

Are you wearing sweatpants?

New ones.

The Disciplinary Commission is sending this man

to see if everything is alright after you shot a guy.

-Right? -Yeah.

And you are wearing this sort of pajamas?

They're not! These are new sweatpants. Elastic waist. Comfy. Why not?

You may not give a damn about this.

But for me it's a chance to look good with someone important.

I want a bit of career. I'm not asking for much, just a bit.

And you come like this, today?

Ah, Leonida De Luca? He's visiting car 12 today.

A hero. A legend.

He probably remembers me when I was a new recruit.

Just like you now.

But more elegant.

And he won't be surprised that I, just like him,

lead my own strike team.

I can't believe this. This is who I'm working with.

It took me one hour to clean up.

The first rule of a stakeout is a dirty and gross car.

Everything has to be dirty and gross. You, me.

People like De Luca will value this, get it?

Because he can feel the struggle, the night, the sweat. The aura of sweat.

He likes it. Do you get it?

A man of other times, you can't find someone like him around.

He can't see you from the radio.

-That man sees everything. -What?

That man sees, knows and can do everything. De Luca is God in here.

Though that is a common expression, people forget that

-referring to someone as... -And?

-I want to play a game. -What game?

Russian roulette.

Not to be dogmatic, but that is an automatic.

You need a revolver for Russian roulette.

You'll kill him immediately with that.

So instead Russian roulette,

-I'll just shoot him directly. -No.

-I'll shoot you then. -No, Toni had nothing to do with that.

I killed Bartolo.

Good.

I like that.

You confessed, you got it out.

You're feeling better, aren't you?

There's something you need to know.

Bartolo was a police informer.

He deserved to die.

You're so full of it. This is where you should be laughing.

This... It was rhetorical!

It was an example.

Evidence. Where's the evidence of what you're saying?

Evidence...

-Bartolo's phone. -Bartolo's phone.

-There must be something on it. -Yes.

It needs the password.

Here he is. Look how great he is! Please behave, okay?

-Captain, it's a great honor. -Captain, good evening.

I'm here to observe you.

I'm not here.

Invisible.

The officers seem nervous.

The car smells like cigarettes,

shame, sweat

and cologne...

Cheap cologne.

Cheap, as if! It was a gift from my wife.

Cheap, cheap.

Excuse me, why are you talking to me?

What's not clear about the word "invisible"?

Anyhow,

they expressed regret for shooting a man who committed a crime.

No, it's because he was only urinating... Actually he...

Why do you keep replying to me? Why?

-No, he was replying to me. -Why do you reply to me as well?

Why are you replying?

Phone call. Very important.

He is really a big deal.

-He is really an asshole. -No.

Did you hear him? I had to shoot someone because he was pissing.

-Zero, zero, zero, zero. -No, fuck.

-One, two, three, four, five. -Yes, sure.

I gave you time, but it's not indefinite.

90210. He loved California, Beverly Hills.

You're a clown. A clown.

What if we try his birth date?

Do you know Bartolo's birth date, Felice?

-His birth date? -Yes, exactly.

-No. -Damn it.

-We can ask his mother. -Let's ask her.

-Me? -Then who, me? I'm not familiar with her.

Come on! Call her!

Mrs. Silviana Gasperin?

Hello, ma'am. It's Dario Diotallevi.

No, ma'am. I'll tell you right now that it was an accident.

Bartolo and I go way back...

No we hadn't known for long, but we got along.

I'm sorry to bother you while you're crying, ma'am.

Would you kindly tell me Bartolo's date of birth?

No, I should die.

Ma'am, we all have to die.

Oh, I should die immediately and tragically.

Have a nice evening, ma'am. Talk to you again soon. Goodbye.

Well?

-All good. -Yes!

She won't give me the date.

And she told me: "Tell Felice to shoot you in the face,

"so even your mother won't recognize you."

See, the phone call wasn't in vain.

But I find it utterly pointless, since I don't know my mother.

-Who was it, Captain? The informer? -News?

No, it was the police media office.

I got in trouble for a comment...

Comment? What comment?

It was about the promotion in the department

of a woman.

A woman!

What was that comment?

It was common sense, what everyone says.

-Promoting a woman in the police... -Is harmless!

Yes, as long as she is attractive, nice, always smiling...

-Yes, also maybe... -What does a woman matter in the police?

-Let's forget about it... -It's not a woman's job!

-No, no way. -Let's not talk about it.

Let's not talk, I agree. I liked it better when he was invisible.

-What do you mean, Manetti? -Nothing.

He sees it exactly like you.

I mean, like us. Because we're an old-fashioned unit,

-with values. -Really old.

Captain?

Excuse me. I'm terribly sorry for bothering you.

I just want to let you know how happy I am to hear your voice again.

Your voice doesn't ring a bell.

Not familiar at all.

It's Katia.

Katia Colloni. Do you remember?

Follonica, many years ago, the training course.

I was a new recruit.

You were at the bar,

I came to tell you that,

like you, I felt that I had the makings of a leader.

Then, you put an olive in my mouth

and said something I still hold near and dear to my heart.

You said:

"Ponder". "Ponder", you said.

Ah, Calloni, the dispatch lady, right?

Just dispatch...

Yes.

You have twins, right? You brought them with you to training.

Correct! Oriano and Vito. See, he remembers.

Yes. Did you know that I passed your words to them too?

And I must say, it's very important for their lives.

"Ponder", you told me.

Unbelievable. The more old women age, the more they talk only about their kids.

That's why I prefer male colleagues, frankly.

Captain. Perhaps you don't know or don't remember,

but I put my job above my family willingly and often.

Like one time,

when my son Oriano went into an alcoholic coma,

I asked my neighbor to go with him to the hospital.

I don't leave my post, I'm at the heart of action.

Don't take it personally, Calloni.

Your childless colleagues are not that trustworthy either.

May I speak?

And who is this?

Control your temper.

Palmira, we call her Perry. She's our colleague, and is very...

Palmira, a feminist name, they're all over the place.

I'm sorry, Katia, I know you like him, but this man needs to be told the truth.

-And the truth... -Perry...

...is that he is an old fart.

Excuse me?

You're talking to Katia Colloni,

a professional.

And a wonderful woman.

Who completely devotes herself to the job.

Because this is an operations room.

It's the heart of the action.

And in this operations room,

Katia is the queen.

And Nicola...

Katia is the queen and she deserves respect. Got it?

Respect!

I think I'll file a complaint.

Good. I deserve it.

To De Luca.

Too bad.

Now...

they'll send you away.

But,

that was nice.

Keep your back straight.

I have the solution.

Bartolo's body, technically I mean,

you have it, right?

I don't think we can use the face lock.

By now the flesh is mincemeat.

We shouldn't have thrown it in the sea.

Why not try the fingerprint lock?

He is like a stone.

We have all the equipment.

Voilà!

Go.

No, thanks. I can't do it.

I think it was the other one.

Lack of respect towards her superior, calling him...

"old fart".

Wait till they read this reprimand.

Listen, Palmira didn't mean to offend you.

No, no... Don't let yourself get soft.

I have her figured out.

The faster I get her out of your way, the better you will work.

-Look, maybe Perry is straight-forward... -Again?

-You're still taking her side? -Yes, I am! Alright?

Now I get it. The bad day, the locked account,

the stench of cheap cologne, you're right...

-My cologne is not cheap. -Yeah, sure. Whatever, let me finish.

But you, Captain, let me tell you.

-You went in hard! -Oh, really?

No, you don't realize

what happens when the account of someone like me gets locked.

That's how I kept in touch with Maurizio.

Who is Maurizio?

He's an Italian soldier.

Stationed in Afghanistan. That, unlike you two, is fighting.

Despite his Copperfield syndrome.

-What syndrome? -Copperfield,

that requires expensive treatments.

-Copperfield? -Yes.

Search "Copperfield syndrome".

Good thing he has me.

I send him something,

as a reward for his efforts,

of his sacrifices to defend this country.

-Can I see a photo of Maurizio? -Here he is.

Just to...

Is this Maurizio?

-Of course it is! -That's him?

I know him. We've been talking for over a month.

-This is an actor. -He was on the Domenica In show.

-He's famous. He's really good. -Yes, he's a fine actor.

He's called Esposito.

-Salvatore Esposito. -Famous.

He did that popular series, the very successful one. What's it called?

"Don't think! Don't think! Don't think!"

-It's strange that you don't know him. -Yes.

I'm sorry, what are you talking about?

-This isn't Maurizio. -It can't be Maurizio.

-This is classic catfishing. -Catfishing?

Catfishing. They basically steal a famous person's identity

-to scam people. -Yes. Scams specifically for people...

Adult people. Those a bit âgé.

Do you mean old?

Shameful.

Shameful, shameful.

Felice, we're sorry we had to break this bad news to you.

Shameful!

I know you and Bartolo were close.

Appointed piece of shit.

I also said "appointed piece of shit". No offense.

Crime is not like it used to be,

the criminals aren't the same. Now they...

They all dream about witness protection,

they dream about changing their names, they dream about a villa.

In Molise. With a garden.

My family, the Gasperin family,

has worked itself to the bone

to prove that the mob is not only a privilege of the South.

That the mob can speak in a Milanese accent.

In a Piedmontese accent!

In a Venetian accent.

-Not just Neapolitan. -Right, not just Neapolitan.

-Good, little rascal. Good. -Thank you.

My father

spent 40 years underground,

in a bunker.

If he found out

that I got tricked by that asshole Bartolo,

he'd jump out of the bunker, run after me

to kick me in the ass, spit in my face and say:

"Felice, shame on you!

"Shame on you! Shame on you!"

Don't beat yourself up, Feli'. He fucked with us all.

He didn't get fooled. He did good, the Neapolitan.

Not to brag, but he's my protégé.

Just out of curiosity,

how did you kill Bartolo?

-Did you strangle him? -I headbutted him in his face.

-A headbutt in the face? -A headbutt, here.

"I headbutted him in his face."

"I headbutted in his face."

Now that's an idea.

A fresh one.

To think that...

just ten minutes ago, I wanted to shoot you.

That's really funny, given that I was going to die ten minutes ago.

For example, Captain,

this money transfer for 346 euros to...

-Eurobazar.bit. -Eurobazar.bit.

Yes. It's an electric stimulator that melts the fats on the calves

and it'll be delivered soon.

Look at this one. 638 euros...

Yes, the computer indicated

a site for finding single women,

whoseeksfinds.woman.avail. We are men.

If you find something like that, wouldn't you give it a try?

-Sure. This one, 3,000 euros... -Yes, yes.

That was a hacking attempt and I gave to some kind guys

my PIN number, bank account number, and my email's password,

and they assured me that in a few days, they'll recover my money.

I think they'll recover it.

They won't recover it?

I don't think so.

Then that feminist is right.

I'm an old fart.

Anyway, allow me to insist about this seminar

that takes place in Tuscia and it's used to open Vishuddha,

the chakra for empathy and communication.

Listen to what my partner has to say.

A workshop, in Tuscia,

I think that it would be good for you.

And it's special, because it works with groups of three people.

No, I couldn't go. I'm completely alone.

-Unless... -What?

...you would come along.

-Alright, we'll both come with you. -No, I can't go.

I suffer from sciatica and I can't cross my legs.

What would I do there on the rug?

How about this, I'll find someone else.

That's for the best. But...

you need to do me a personal favor.

Here.

A small gift.

A little something.

Since you're getting fired for defending me.

It's the first thing I wrote about you on the report.

I THOUGHT SHE WAS YOUNGER

"I thought she was younger." Thank you.

Thank you so much.

But I have nothing to give you, I'm sorry.

Give my post to Nicola, or he'll blow himself up one of these days.

Felice.

What do we do now?

We have to get the real crime back on track,

otherwise we won't be going anywhere.

This is the best day of my life.

Behindtheglass.nanni.www. I read it all the time.

That article about the bankers,

who are actually Freemasons and agents of Satan,

it opened my mind.

Having you here, in my humble abode,

is the peak of my career.

No, the peak has yet to come, son.

We need people like you in the intelligence.

Excuse me, in the intelligence? Him?

Tuscia awaits.

Tuscia? That is the hiding place for...

-Saddam Hussein. -Saddam Hussein.

Who's Palmira?

Relax, the Boss won't flag you.

PS: Forgive me for listening to him.

You don't know what I had to do.

Achille.

Tuscia! Tuscia! Tuscia! Tuscia! Tuscia! Tuscia! Tuscia!

Be ready.

I've foiled the plans of those bastard flatfoots.

Be ready.

IN THE NEXT EPISODE

What do you do?

Come on, coffee will keep us awake.

Palmira, congratulations, Palmira