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- Let's set the table... - Give me a hand.

Rosa mia... you don't know what I would give to see you again

But the fact that I don't see you is a good sign.

It means that you left without suffering

That you left in peace.

- Are you really leaving? - I would always stay here

But you don't keep the baron away from the work.

It's a miracle If we stayed for weeks.

- He has also recovered. That's the good air. - Heh.

That's my sentence.

I see the dead of violent death

And I hear their voices.

It is these voices that constantly haunt me

at least until I don't do them justice.

You finish, I'll go and see if everything is ready in the kitchen.

- Where is the baron? - I saw him go into the chapel.

Then we are just about to go again, if he had the courage to go there.

Eh.

Thank you.

My mother was right.

I have to be alone

For this curse to end with me.

I can't have children, Rosa, because it's not right

That... this thing is passed on to them as well

As my mother passed it on to me.

Baron, lunch is ready!

Come with us.

Of course I'm going with you, otherwise Nelide who will hear her?

Come on, let's go eat.

You don't get me.

- Good morning, baron. - Good morning. - Sorry to be late. - Not at all.

Cheers!

♪ Who can't sleep

♪ And sings and cries: "Love, love, you make me die." ♪

Let's go shopping.

♪ But if you still hear this voice trembling

♪ no, don't believe me... ♪

Do you like it?

The truth?

- You don't need the truth, leave it alone. Thank you, goodbye. - Goodbye.

Ah!

Finally.

A venue worthy of the name.

By the way, any news of Commissioner Ricciardi?

He should return shortly.

Blessed is he who took the time to take a vacation.

Sorry to contradict you.

The commissioner went to bury someone very dear to his country.

Of course, who says otherwise? But it has lasted long enough this...

- Burial. - "Burial.

Fortunately, the city is under control

And as you see, we have received our just reward.

Beautiful, huh? Beautiful.

- Huh? Very nice. - Mmm. - Very...

To work.

Salvatore, you help the young lady carry up the luggage.

I switch to the police station.

- Don't you rest? - I go and come back, I warn that I am back.

Already warned by phone. Do you need to give him proof that you are back?

Pay attention to the suitcases and hurry up.

"Water that doesn't walk stinks."

Commissioner.

- I would like to see my new office, if possible. - Follow me.

Thank you.

So how about it?

Great.

That is your own.

Unfortunately, I am sorry for the "mamozzi," but...

Aunt Rosa mia, I now how shall I do without you?

You have done me a great disservice.

You left...

And you left me alone.

Now how do I, you tell me?

My Jesus, I'm going crazy.

I tell you that I miss you very much, so much that I feel like I can see you.

I do not leave you alone. If you think of me, I won't leave you alone.

I'm glad you're back.

- How did you hear... - Garzo.

I asked him to notify me as soon as possible.

I am very sorry for Rosa.

If there is anything I can do for you...

Don't be alone in these moments.

If you want, I am there.

- Let's go eat something together. - They are waiting for me at home.

I will accompany you.

If you don't mind, I'd like to take a walk.

- See you soon. - See you soon.

Commissioner.

Good evening. Good evening. Have a seat. Thank you.

- Raphael. - Commissioner. - Did something happen? - No.

I wanted to know if you need anything, if I can be of any help to you.

Here, you tell him That he has to eat something.

Commissioner, Nelide is right.

Ah! Look at that, look at that show.

Let's do this. If you want, I will stop and have something to eat with you.

Hmm? How about it?

"From a bad thorn a good rose can be born."

- "A bad plug? - She is pleased if you stay.

- I don't understand it. - Sit down.

- Give me the jacket. - Thank you. - I got it. - No, I got it.

No, if Lucia finds out that I have been drinking, then I have to call you as a witness.

- And I testify. - All right.

Good evening. Good evening.

- It's Bruno! - You're welcome. - Hey!

I came to say hello, but I thought you were alone.

- How did you hear that I came back? - How did I hear? Eh...

I get it, another leak..

- How are you? - Good. Come on, have a seat.

- Nelide, you hold back Dr. Modo as well. - Coming.

- Doctor, Nelide has outdone herself. - Yes? Let's see. - It's good.

Mmm...

Mmm... Very good. A little heavy, but very good.

- You have a delicate stomach. - Don't.

Tomorrow Lucia is making meat sauce, and her her sister with her brother-in-law.

Those placed themselves at our house every Sunday.

Why don't you come along? Maybe you can get some distraction.

Thank you. Please thank Lucia as well, you are very dear.

That's good, so you get some distraction.

However, I am just back from a long vacation.

- I'll be at the police station tomorrow. - It's useless.

You know, what distracts me is working.

But how you have grown!

Big..

♪ I sing for another.

♪ No, I don't want to see you

♪ As it used to be.

♪ You are nothing to me

♪ nothing for me. ♪

Two potatoes and two peppers.

♪ I don't know what your name is anymore, Mary. ♪

Hello.

Sorry to bother you, I was looking for Ms. Rosa.

I haven't seen her for so long, the windows have been closed for weeks.

Do you guys know whether it has left?

Rosa is no longer there.

What do you mean, sorry? What happened, was she fired?

I'm sorry, miss.

Aunt Rosa died.

The earth made her And the earth eats it.

I did not understand, sorry...

We did not have time to put up the posters.

Immediately we set out to make her stay in the country.

- Did you guys know her well? - Yes, I loved her very well.

Sorry, condolences.

I heard about Rosa.

I understood Why the house has been empty.

I wanted to tell you that I am very sorry.

I really loved her very much.

I know how much it meant to you.

Thank you very much.

Have a good day.

Forgive me.

You are very different with me.

- I did something that... - No.

No, no, miss.

You have nothing to reproach yourselves.

Forgive me again.

. Come in.

Commissioner, sorry.

A call came in.

There is a dead man killed in the alley of the Speranzella

Above in Montecalvario.

So they said and so I report.

Who is on duty this morning?

Sunday, just Piscitelli and Cesarano... and me.

Whatever, let's do that then.

Piscitelli we leave him here to preside.

Cesarano goes with me...

And so are you. - Aye-aye.

Open!

Please, it is Sunday, you know better than me.

- No numbers today, tomorrow. - What's is going on? There has been a death!

- What are you doing here? Weren't you resting? - Go.

It's my area and Lucia is preparing ragu again, needing another hour.

And then my brother-in-law comes, the later I come the better.

- Let's go to see who the victim is. - He is Gaspare Rummolo, an assisted.

- How do you know? - He is the assisted most famous in Naples. - Meaning?

- Let me introduce you to a person. Let it pass. - Let them pass.

- Vincenzo Caruso, the postman of the bancolotto. - We go to Gaspare

But leave a guard to keep people at bay.

- When these things happen, they are numbers. - You guys stay here.

- We will follow. - All right. - Make way!

Gentlemen, please!

Come on!

There is nothing to look at. It's Sunday, go home.

Gaetano, my employee. He lives on Gaspare's landing.

- Maria, my sister, who also works at the counter. - It's an honor.

- Who found the body? - Me, commissioner.

I was bringing him some warmed milk.

The door was open.

I went in and found it.

- Shall we go and see? - Sure.

I carved out the room above the counter for Gaspar.

- Are there other dwellings on this floor? - Gaetano's.

My sister and I stay downstairs, downstairs.

The commissioner enters alone, we wait here.

Was it already dark like this before?

Gaspar did not need light, he was blind.

Twenty-one, nine and nineteen.

Twenty-one, nine and nineteen.

Twenty-one, nine and nineteen.

I had the photographer call and Dr. Modo.

- They are on their way. - Good.

The only way into to the room is the front door.

The window is narrow and stands high, It gives directly onto a street.

No one would climb on it, it would be too conspicuous.

Do you confirm that Rummolo lived here alone?

Yes, he was blind, so he would not go down or went up the stairs

if unaccompanied.

He was also very suspicious.

He never opened the door, except to people he knew.

As an assisted had his clients

But he welcomed them on Sundays and Saturday evenings.

So. if the thing happened yesterday.

Here no one has been through it.

As you know, they do the drawing Saturday at four o'clock in the afternoon.

I didn't know anything about it, you are explaining it to me.

Speaking of which, exactly what does "assisted" mean?

Sorry, I forget that you are not really from Naples.

The assisted is the one Who speaks to the dead.

Only souls in purgatory can go to the living in their sleep, it is known.

- "It is known. - It's a popular belief.

It seems that the souls most likely to give the numbers are

Those executed to death and repented Or those who died in a violent way.

Who knows, maybe because they have more things to tell.

Whatever, I understand that Rummolo was fundamental

to interpret the numbers to play. - Most essential.

- He was known all over Naples. - Oh!

I have to thank you, as usual, by tradition!

Sunday does not exist when one is a friend of this commissioner.

What did you call me to do? The case is solved.

The poor man must have died because he saw Maione's vest.

- You are always the same! - Close better. Where is Gaspare?

- Did you know him? - Fuck!

All of Naples knows him, indeed, all of Naples except one person.

However, it is true, I did not know him.

Until this morning I didn't even know what they were-assistants.

I believe it! You are an unbeliever, in some things you don't believe.

To you a dead person is just a corpse on the ground and a puzzle to solve.

The dead speak, they speak to me that I am a medical genius

And because of what it tells me their body I am able to go back up

To the time and cause of death.

And then they talk to someone like him, who is blind

And has a stronger sensitivity than others.

You are envious, with you they are silent.

Envy is the last thing I can feel for this poor man.

He was locked in here, he couldn't get out. A prisoner.

Some things condemn you to loneliness.

They are not gifts, they are curses.

Come on, see what you can tell me.

Twenty-one, nine and nineteen.

Meanwhile, I can tell you right away that poor Gaspar is dead

Because they stuck a blade into his left eye

or otherwise a sharp object and sharp.

- This is instant death. - What about all that blood?

Behind the eyeball we have a very dense network of capillaries

That serves to irrigate the eye.

Right through a blind eye Has passed death.

Time of death?

It must have been between midnight and 3 a.m, four o'clock last night

But to be precise, it has to wait.

Commissioner, if you want, we can come down and ask some questions.

I'm going to take off, go and enjoy some well-deserved free time

as well because... for today I've seen a little too many atrocious things

especially this vest.

Why, you don't like it at all?

- It's a gift from my brother-in-law, he knows about it. - Thank goodness!

- This vest is at the very latest. - Yes, of terror.

- Go back home! - If I have understood correctly

Basically Gaspare Rummolo was an employee of yours.

No, I used to give them lodging, some food.

If I paid him, people wouldn't believe it anymore.

Of course, there was the convenience of the box office below.

People would take the numbers from him and played them right away.

On occasions like the one last night what was going on?

- With the ticket office closed, were customers coming up to him? - No.

When we were closed, only Gaetano and I would go to see

If he needed anything.

At this point I need to know.

The three of you where you were last night after midnight.

- Do you? - I was in a trattoria nearby, Da Tonino.

- Then I went back home. - I stayed in the room.

I brought myself the numbers of the matrices

to check the receipts of the day, as I always do.

Then I put everything in place and went to sleep.

No one has been looking for me. I believe you.

I also stayed here, I didn't move

However...

- "But?" - Shortly after eleven o'clock last night someone came.

Count Palmieri.

He had to talk to Gaspar.

That one plays a lot, I didn't feel felt like sending him away.

What time did he leave?

I don't know, however, after half an hour his wife also arrived

Countess Bianca.

This surprised me, because she never comes here.

She is too beautiful a woman, perhaps the most beautiful in all of Naples.

It is beautiful....

But she has a sad face, poor thing.

Beauty lies in the heart Of the one who has it, not of the beholder.

If you are sad, what good is beauty to you?

- Look at me, for example. - Better not. - Raphael.

I wanted to say. That's enough, we get it.

- Keep yourself available. - As you order.

- Camarda? - Tell me, brigadier.

- Feel good. - Yes. - Make a list of customers

Who have been at the counter over the past few days.

- Caruso? - Commissioner.

- A curiosity. - Say.

I would like to better understand the fact Of the interpretation of the numbers.

For example, what does the nine mean?

Commissioner, let's say that nine is the "litter," the delivery.

What about twenty-one or nineteen?

Nineteen is laughter, joy.

Desire as well, depends on the dream.

Instead, the twenty-one is. The naked woman.

Even the beautiful woman makes twenty-one.

If you have a claim against my husband

I don't know how you will be able to collect it

nor do we have any furniture or valuables of any kind.

All sequestered, so I would beg you to leave...

No credit, countess.

I would have been announced, but the housekeeper didn't ask for anything.

Ricciardi here, commissioner of public safety.

Did something happen to my husband? Is he okay?

He is the one I would like to talk to, as well as to you.

- It is not at home. - Where can I find it?

It will be to scrape together money to play with, as usual.

But, could I know what this is all about?

Did you and your husband last night visited Gaspare Rummolo?

Yes. Romualdo had gone to visit Rummolo.

I went there to take him away.

- When you came away, how was he? - As usual.

- I don't understand these questions. - Rummolo is dead.

He was murdered tonight.

Oh.

I almost feel ashamed.

I do not feel any sorrow.

It is his fault that Romualdo got caught up in the fever of the game

A fever that never goes away.

I give you good reasons to suspect me.

Unfortunately, suspecting is my business.

You and your husband come to the police station as soon as possible

no later than this afternoon

or I will be forced to officially summon you.

Please forgive the trouble. Have a good day.

To you.

You look good in this vest, it wears you out.

- Really? - Put it on more often, it looks like it was made especially for you. No?

It is perfect.

- Mmm! Lucia, the meat sauce is delicious. - Do you like it?

- Very. - Very good. - Thank you.

Next time. Put in an extra pinch of salt

so it becomes perfect the way your sister cooks it.

Giovanni, are you being shy?

Say a few things, speak up!

- What should I say? - Tell what you want to be when you grow up. - Say.

- I want to be a policeman like dad. - Ah.

It's not even talked about, we have already talked about it.

Your mother is right. It is a sacrificed life.

Police officers do not earn well either. Just listen to Uncle.

Get a job that enriches you and gives you the good life

so you make mom and dad happy. Did I say right, Choo-choo?

Quite right.

It is good.

- Yes, why not? - Please.

Mother Clara.

Dear doctor, Sunday is my favorite day

Because I know that you come to us to visit. - Too kind.

- There is a new girl, I am sure you will like her. - Yes?

Lina?

- Good morning, Lina. - Good morning.

- Commissioner, Palmieri accounts. > Camarda!

Thank you for being here, please.

- Ricciardi. - Pardon.

- Camarda, I forgot the invitations to the theater. - I'm sorry.

- Get them on my desk. - I'll get them for you now.

But those...

are Count Palmieri and consort? What are they doing here?

I'm here about the Rummolo murder.

I don't know anything about this.

- It's fresh from the day. - Ah.

And this Rummolo...

is the attendant of Vicolo della Speranzella? - Yes, did you know him?

Hearing. Are the Palmieri accounts suspects?

Great, Rummolo is from the populous

And the Palmieri counts are noble, but fallen.

It will be undeniable that we do not look in anybody's face. Bravo.

What to say? The case seems to me to be closed.

- Camarda. - Here. - Thank you. - You're welcome.

Armchair.

Commissioner, in Gaspar I loved, he was my friend.

I could never have done him harm him.

Why just last night did you stop by to see him?

There had already been the extraction, what did you have to say to each other?

We would often see each other on Saturday evenings.

I used to meet him to comment on the draws

To figure out how to set up the next play.

I was late last night

Because... I was looking around for money.

He didn't feel like chatting And he told me he was very tired.

Then my wife got worried, she came looking for me

And we came home together.

Yes, that's what happened.

I hope he didn't make it in time to indulge one last time...

my husband's fixation.

Bianca, please!

Gaspar has nothing to do with it, I'm the one who insists, I'm the one who...

In fact it is you who ruined our home

Your name, my life...

by dint of chasing the ghost of a triad.

When you came away

Was there anyone with him?

Or did it give you the impression that you were expecting visitors?

No, commissioner.

He was in his robe, but he was still dressed underneath.

When I came out, he told me that I could close the door

so I guess he wasn't expecting anyone else.

A curiosity, as a matter of habit do you always carry your cane with you?

This?

Yes, always.

Lina, Lina, Lina... What is your real name instead?

Lina. I never wanted a false name like the others.

- I always want to be me. - Brava.

Bravo, you do well.

You look beautiful, Lina.

But go! If I was beautiful, I would be an actress or some other job.

Oh, yeah? Did you want to be an actress?

Are you sure you don't act several times a day here?

I know what you are referring to.

Here we have to do all the opposite Of acting.

We need to break the barrier.

- "The barrier"? What is it? - The barrier.

We all put it on every day to not be recognized by others.

The fake face.

How about you? Do you have it?

- What? - The fake face.

Me?

Not just one, I have several, but my problem you know what it is?

- No. - That I don't know how to use them.

Oh, no?

Then you have to be careful.

The world is ugly outside here...

And even in here.

- Good evening, Nelide. - Good evening.

- I cooked light tonight. - Good.

- Have a seat. - Thank you.

- Manfred. - Enrica.

Thank you, Nelide.

Lightweight, lightweight.

Gaspare's death occurred between Saturday midnight and 2 a.m.

Always at night, of course.

In addition to that, I can tell you.

There were no signs of a struggle

So the poor man did not defend himself, he was suddenly killed.

Maybe from someone he knew.

This, however, the necropsy examination cannot detect it.

Look, Bruno.

Gaspar was... an attendant.

- That's what it's called, right? - Mmm.

One of those who stay in contact with the dead.

To your knowledge, these faculties...

can they be inherited?

Can they be passed on to children?

Ricciardi, if you talk to me about genetics

I can tell you what I know about dominant genes, recessive

alleles and company.

If there are two parents with blue eyes

the children will have blue eyes.

If this rule applies as well to floppy ears

I don't know, I would have to go and check.

If you want to know about the inheritance Of a supernatural gift

science has not yet spoken, let alone me.

- Why, did Rummolo have a son? - Never mind.

- Take mine, too. - You don't want it? - No. - It's good.

- Commissioner, here I am. - Raphael. - Exalted doctor.

Sorry, two sfogliatelle were there and two I'm eating.

I have already had breakfast.

- Then we are busy. - We go back To the bancolotto neighborhood.

- Let's see if anyone has noticed anything. - Do you exclude accounts?

Not quite

However, there is something that tells me... that it can be trusted

especially of the countess. - Some women are too beautiful

To be liars. - How?

- You guys are a beauty today, brigadier. - It's the uniform. - Yes.

- You have taken off that abomination Of vest. - Raphael.

- Be well. - Burn it.

- Have a good day, Bruno. - Bye.

- Thank you, have a good day. - To you.

- Ah, the mail. - Here it is. - Thank you.

- Then? - "So" what?

The postcard. I saw it, who wrote it?

A friend of mine sent it to me from Ischia, don't worry.

- Approach. - My husband is capricious.

My escarole is fresher Than the one that has to sprout.

- Give me two bundles. - All right.

Feel free to touch, don't worry.

Miss beautiful, good morning. Just a moment's patience and I'll serve you.

- "He who makes small talk in front the oven loses his bread." - No!

Why do you say that? No! There is also sunshine.

When there is sunshine, there is more desire to work.

These sunshine has taken too much, the escaroles are mushy.

Goodbye.

Escaroles.

The six on the wheel of Naples.

- Listen, did you notice by chance anything yesterday? - No.

They are all lined up to play Gaspar's death numbers.

Did he have any friends? Was he hanging out with anyone?

Maybe there could have been someone who had a grudge against him.

No one, Gaspar never left of the house. What was he supposed to see?

On Sunday mornings he would go to have coffee with my brother

time to set up the room.

Only when Gaspar was not there. We are a respectable family.

After coffee we would go home. People would stop him all the time.

They never left him alone.

- I go back to his room for a few minutes. - Please.

Everything all right?

Twenty-one, nine

19.

Twenty-one, nine and nineteen.

What were you doing with a mirror?

Twenty-one, nine and nineteen.

I don't know anything About this mirror.

I didn't even know he had it.

You, madam?

- Perhaps a memory of his mother. - Gaspar never confided.

He had difficulty talking even with me who was his friend.

Put it back among his things.

No one knows anything, no one has seen anything

And no one remembers anything, however, it is not as usual.

It's not that they don't want to talk Because they want to mind their own business.

- They are afraid. - Exactly, they are afraid to talk.

There is something wrong underneath, it doesn't feel right.

Then you know very well what you have to do, don't you?

- Yes, commissioner. - I'll see you later at the police station.

It arrived just this morning.

Show it to Gargiulo, he understands.

Yes, I'm going to the office later.

Ricciardi!

But I say, all of Naples is talking about the Rummolo case.

From the higher-ups I get pressure, one wants the case closed.

And what do I learn? That you don't arrest the culprit?

Who would be the culprit?

You told me so! Count Palmieri.

- I said "suspected." - How?

I do not fabricate a culprit to please the higher-ups.

Without feedback, with the higher-ups one risks making a bad impression.

Don't you find, doctor?

Be patient and let me work.

Thank you.

Camarda?

Delinquent!

Are you all right, brigadier?

Did you put yourself in ceremony? You shouldn't have bothered.

The trouble, for me, is coming here. This is my stuff, it's not for you.

I missed you, too.

Since I moved, you no longer come to visit me.

- Don't you like my new palace? - Madonna mia, give me patience.

- I have come... - Have a seat. - No, I have to ask you something.

- What are you doing up? - Don't worry. - You are from home.

I'll set your house on fire, if you don't let me talk! Oh.

So we were saying.

- They killed... - Gaspare Rummolo, the blind man.

Whatever, I get it, you do the talking, go ahead. Let me know what you know.

You should know that.

The day before the murder, a man much feared by all

a real "guappo." one of the really dangerous ones...

"A real guappo." And then you stopped. Go ahead.

It seems that this person had a fight with Gaspar himself.

Because of a very large sum that he had wagered on a trio

Gaspar had given him for certain.

The numbers didn't come out and blood rushed to his brain.

Got it. What is the name of this "guappo"?

Eh... He swore in front of everyone That the blind man would pay dearly.

- What is the name of the "guappo"? - No one will tell you.

- The name? - They fear they will come to a bad end.

- The bad end is you, if you don't talk. - All right. - Eh.

- I didn't tell you anything, though. - No. - Do you give me your word?

- I give it to you. - You swear. - I'll set you on fire To the wig if you don't speak.

Gennaro Luise.

- Oh, see? Did it take that long? - He lives where the receipt is.

He has a lot of people at his disposal willing to do anything for him

Because he lends money on a loan-to-value basis, so he has a lot of it under

including Count Palmieri

you questioned the other day with his wife.

- That too you know? - Knowing things Is the only way to attract you here.

- What's in here? - What do you want?

What is this thing?

E'... It's a clue to an investigation, it's not your concern.

However, while we're at it

Look, take a look yourself.

Jesus, Joseph, Saint Anne and Mary!

- Do you like it? - Gross!

Was it from the blind man? That's why they killed him.

- It doesn't seem to be his size. - Never mind, let's not go into it.

Another important thing.

Do you know the trifecta that the blind man gave to Luise, the "guappo"?

Of course you do, why am I asking you?

You won't believe it, but I was hoping you would come.

I came because I knew That you missed me, modestly.

While you're settling in... I'll have your coffee brought upstairs.

By now I already know that you like it.

- You have a good memory. - It's not always good.

Especially if there are things that you don't like to remember.

Yes.

Let's do this. Hmm?

I will drink this coffee, if you drink it with me.

We also know where he lives this Gennaro Luise?

Yes, near the ticket office.

Whatever, let's go tomorrow pay a visit to this gentleman.

Ah, I also know what is the trio That the blind man gave to the "guappo."

- Did you want to play it? - I thought about it.

The game is an ugly beast, it is a fever. One has to be careful.

- What were these numbers? - Twenty-one, nine and nineteen.

Do one thing, go home.

We need to rest, tomorrow will be a busy day.

- Are you sure? - Go, go.

All right, thank you.

- See you tomorrow. - See you tomorrow.

You could have gone into the Gambrinus yesterday. I wouldn't have bitten you.

- I don't understand, sorry. - You saw me And retraced your steps.

- Why would I do that? - I don't know.

You tell me.

I didn't see you, I don't remember even passing by.

- Lost in your thoughts. - Yes, I have a case that engages me a lot.

Maybe among your thoughts there is a woman?

What is in my thoughts... is only about me, Livia.

Excuse me.

It's just that I would like to understand.

I would like you to open up to me.

About me you already know everything What there is to know.

Of course...

That should be enough for me, shouldn't it?

I should wait for another handout Of your attention.

Will it happen sooner or later?

No, let's make it not happen.

So we both have peace of mind.

- Thank you. - Last night you did not eaten, this morning only coffee.

How do you hold yourselves up?

Take something with you to fill your stomach.

Huh?

What am I talking about?

- Oh, my Jesus! - Oh, mother... - Look.

- But is this you? - It seems to be.

It is such and such!

Who might have done it? An admirer?

Enrica, will you answer me? Will I be able to know who made this painting for you?

- There is a note! Let's see... - If you please, it is addressed to me.

- Hi. - Brigadier. - He should be here.

Let's try to get in.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- What do you want? - Here we ask the questions.

Brigadier Maione and Commissioner Ricciardi.

- What are you looking for? - Gennaro Luise, this we are looking for.

We know he lives here.

I am sorry, but you are wrong.

Don Gennaro Luise used to live here, but he moved house.

- Where can we find him now? - I don't know, he didn't tell me.

I'll tell you what, I'm going to take you to the police station now

So maybe your memory will come back.

You may as well imprison me now

But I don't know where Don Gennaro is, I swear.

Raphael, never mind. Thank you.

What is it?

Ma'am. Ma'am, excuse me, one piece of information.

- Say. - Do you happen to know where Gennaro Luise lives?

He used to live here, then he left.

Never heard of him, don't know who he is.

- Thank you. - Wait, sorry.

Do you know of a person whose name is Gennaro Luise?

Hey, where are you running to?

Why didn't you tell us about Gennaro Luise?

- I don't understand. - Caruso, we know that he had quarreled with Gaspar

and that he had threatened him in public.

It is true, you are right...

But here we are all afraid of him.

Commissioner, that's a very dangerous guy.

You people must understand us. We do not go against him.

Thus you allow an alleged culprit to make himself untraceable.

Can you at least tell us where he went?

I swear to you on everything I hold dearest that we do not know.

If anyone knows, he will be careful to keep his mouth shut.

- Need more? - Give me three or four tomatoes. - As many as thirteen.

The "sciurilli" do you want them? They are as fresh as you are.

- All right, give me some. - Coming. Excuse me.

Stay here, don't leave. So let's see.

Good morning, young lady. These are special.

- I grew up in the middle of the earth. - Where are you going?

Miss, if you leave, you will take away the sun!

Thank you.

Really, commissioner

I have no idea Who Gennaro Luise is.

What you tell me is well strange.

I know for a fact that you have contracted a debt to him.

I need to know Where I can find this person.

- I don't know! - Enough, Romualdo.

- The commissioner has trusted And we must reciprocate. - Bianca.

I understand the fear

But you know where to find this guy Who scares the hell out of everybody.

He was a few days ago at Luise's, to pay a debt installment.

Mr. Count.

You can find him at the inn Don Peppe's, in Salita Arenella.

- That's where he collects the credits. - Thank you.

I thank both of you for your sincerity.

Goodbye.

Romualdo.

You did not look that young man in the face when he called you back.

Do you know why? You are afraid that then you will delude yourself.

The same does the young man with the girl across the street.

He does not want to delude himself.

Tonino, do you want to go up or not?

All right. Lucky her.

Oh. Will you please take a seat? There's an empty table.

- Actually, I'm looking for Gennaro Luise. - "Gennaro"?

- Luise. - Who is this Gennaro Luise?

- I know he frequents this tavern. - You know wrongly. Who are you?

- Commissioner Ricciardi. - Ah.

What should I tell you? You have been misinformed.

Here this Gennaro Luise has never been seen. Has he?

It will mean that I sit and wait.

If you have time to waste, sit down.

I have as much as you want, as much as you need.

I know you whistle for warning.

Whistle away, anyway. Until he comes, I'm not moving.

- Ah. - If he doesn't come, I'll come back with ten guards

And let's have a good search, what do you say? - What shall I tell you?

- Will you do me the kindness of bringing me a coffee? - Anytime, coming.

Ricciardi!

- Cesarano, do you know where the commissioner? - No, I'm sorry.

Maione! Maione!

Excellency, commands.

Is it possible to know where the commissioner is?

- He's out investigating. - I want to know what he has to investigate.

You must arrest a culprit so that I can tell those in charge

who by the way phones me every hour that everything is all right.

As soon as he comes back, I will let him know.

Ah, by the way, when I look it up.

He must be found in the office. Clear?

Excuse me, Excellency, if I contradict you

But cases are not solved by being in the office behind the desk

And then the commissioner... doesn't have the glass ball.

- It cannot know when you are looking for it. - He doesn't have it? - No.

Bravo. Are you being funny with me?

- I was saying something else. - You said too much.

You deserve a good suspension

So you're being funny at home.

- Happy? - Yes, Excellency.

To work.

- It's not easy, you have to talk with the deputy. - Yes.

Excellency. He is dumb.

Commissioner, if you would like to follow me.

I'll take you to who you know.

- Thanks for the coffees. - Always available.

Wait here.

I was told.

That you wanted to talk to me.

- Commissioner. - Good, we can skip the introductions.

You know who I am And I know well who you are.

You name it, available.

- Where were you last Saturday night? - Eh!

The night is long. If you are more precise...

- Let's say between midnight and 2 o'clock. - And who remembers?

I could have stayed home and slept Or with some beautiful female.

- Take your pick. - Someone to confirm it can be found, right?

As you say.

While we wait for someone to confirm the alibi that you don't remember

you and I are leaving for Police Headquarters. - What for? What have I done?

- Is it a crime not to remember what I was doing last Saturday? - No.

Murder is. You are suspected of having killed Gaspare Rummolo.

You are mistaken, I did not kill him.

You will be able to prove it. Let's go.

Let me see how you take me to Police Headquarters.

With this did you kill Gaspar?

Commissioner, no kidding, leave now with your legs

And we end it here.

I'm not leaving here, not even dead.

Neither did I.

Do you want to kill me?

That's fine with me.

You don't know what pleasure you give me.

Come on. What, you don't have the courage?

You are a man, commissioner.

Or you are a fool.

Only those who know pain...

Is not afraid to die.

Come with me.

Take a seat.

Meet Mario.

Mario is my brother.

I have been a father to him since he was little.

- He had the fire, he was never never quiet. - What happened to him?

Two years ago I sent him to Marseilles.

We have two fisheries in France.

Mario had to enlarge them

So he stayed away from here And made an honest living.

Last month they sent it back to me like this.

Sudden illness.

I had it visited.

It seems that it could get better.

It will take time-and patience.

I have the patience...

But in the meantime no one needs to know.

No one has to see it that way.

I will not say anything to anyone...

However, you guys have to explain to me.

I don't want people to feel pity for my brother

And for me.

Everyone knows what Mario means to me.

It's my blood.

My blood cannot become weakness.

So last Saturday were you with your brother?

With him... And with the nurse you see.

At night I never leave him alone.

You have my word of honor.

I believe you... it is strange, though.

You know well the fear you put on everyone.

You keep so many people in your pocket by virtue of the money they owe you

And instead of being ashamed of that

You are ashamed for your brother.

If I were you, I would think about it.

♪ Think about it.

♪ Yes, I love you.

♪ I love you and you make me

♪ die. ♪

- Bravo. My compliments, Livia. - Brava.

- Bravissima. - Brava.

- Bravo. - Outstanding.

- He sang beautifully. - To your voice. - Yay.

- To your success. - You are very good at it. - Thank you.

So what are you doing, are you coming with us?

No, I've been here since this morning, I'm going home.

See you tomorrow.

- Maione. - Commissioner.

I was looking for you, I have to update you.

What is this face?

- He suspended me. - Garzo? - Eh.

Commissioner, that one is all dumb, from head to toe.

♪ This serene air And this sunshine is you.

♪ Don't make me lose

♪ this youth.

♪ This silver moon for you

♪ sigh again. ♪

- It's ready, mom. - Thank you.

♪ More shines in the sky For me a golden star. ♪

Thank you, that's enough.

♪ I live and die for you, I die for you. ♪

Thank you.

♪ I love you, yes

♪ only to you, Mary. ♪

I don't understand.

The painting, the postcards...

You are hiding something from me.

I don't hide anything from you at all.

What about the mystery ticket?

- It is simply a note. - What does it say?

- Nothing important. - Tell me, even if it is not important.

Sometimes you exasperate me.

- Raphael, get dressed, it's Saturday. - What should we do?

You've been hanging around hanging around the house.

- Have you already forgotten why? - Why?

Ah... Your brother-in-law Mariano has an engagement tomorrow

So he and my sister are coming for lunch today. - I had forgotten about that.

Put on the vest that he gave you, so he's happy.

- The vest? - Eh.

- Lucia, listen, but do you like this thing? - In what way?

Do you like it or don't you like it?

- It is particular. - "Particular"?

It's a matter of taste.

This thing is rubbish.

- Also in my opinion. - Do you see that you think like me?

That one did it to spite me. A spite, I'm sure.

I dislike him. I sin, but I dislike him.

I don't want to know, however, can I tell you something?

Where is it written that every Sunday they have to come here?

Bravo, they really placed themselves in our house!

- Eh! - Eh! - Eh! - Eh!

This thing...

Giulio, come here! What a beauty, my daughter.

A German officer who will surely make a career

Has fallen in love with our daughter.

Manfred, his name is. Manfred!

Definitely coming here now!

He comes to ask for Enrica's hand in marriage. He knows the address.

He sent the postcards and the painting. Germans are precise people.

- Aren't you happy? - Eh...

The trousseau! We have to open the closet and let it air out.

When do we do it?

Mother, be patient.

Is this true?

Yes.

I have told you about Manfred in the letters

But I haven't told you everything, because... - You don't know what to do.

Father, he is a good man.

He showered me with attention, it continues to do so.

But your heart is elsewhere.

Luigi Alfredo turned cold...

detached, no longer faces the window.

- In Ischia he did not show up? - "In Ischia?" - I spoke to him

While you were not there. - What do you say?

Nothing compromising.

Such a talk between men.

I trusted him, I gave him your address in Ischia.

Yes, however, he did not come.

I didn't see it.

So much thoughtfulness.

These are precious hands.

- They need to be treated well. - Am I that good at petting you?

Don't get too "loose".

Madame told me that you are a doctor, that you work in the hospital.

Then these hands do good.

I go shopping at the market.

- Is there anything you want to eat? - No, you know what to get anyway.

Whatever.

My work, you know. My work Is just suffering, pain.

What should I tell you? It's this.

Don't you think, my work is not so different from yours.

You would know how much pain, in the men who go up here.

One thinks they come to have fun, instead they try to forget

The pain they carry inside.

How can you tell?

Sometimes they start crying.

Then I think... that if the wives would see them as I see them

Would feel pity instead of hatred.

Why do you talk about hatred?

Some women hate men.

And some men hate women.

Did you not know?

Listen, Lina... why are you calling me you?

Call me by my name, as I do.

All right, whatever you say.

- The blind man's numbers have come out. - Really? - All three of them.

- Twenty-one, nineteen and nine. - Then he was right!

Who knows what the dead wanted to say.

The beautiful woman, desire and childbirth.

No, nine is also the separation, the farewell.

Even the beautiful woman makes twenty-one.

Farewell.

Lucia, thank you for the lunch.

- Figure. - Everything was exquisite as usual, wasn't it? - It was.

- What shall we do on Sunday? - Didn't I tell you? - No.

- Next Sunday we are busy. Hi. - I got it.

- Goodbye. - Bye, Mariano. - Goodbye.

Hello.

Come on, go.

- Raphael! - Commissioner. - Hello. - Sorry to bother you, it's urgent.

- But of what? I don't propose even a coffee, I'm going in. - Thank you.

I finally understood.

I have always thought about about the fever of the game

That Rummolo had been killed for that. - But instead?

Instead, I got the fever wrong.

Rummolo was still dressed fully dressed

even though it was late.

He was waiting for someone

even though he had asked the count to close the gate.

Evidently, this someone who was waiting and then arrived

Was in possession of the keys, so it had to be one of you three.

But one thing made me realize.

"Beauty lies in the heart Of the one who has it, not of the beholder."

That's what you told me last time, right?

And who can consider it better this beauty of the heart

Of those who must necessarily see the world in his own way?

Like a blind person, for example.

The mirror in Rummolo's room was of no use to him.

You needed...

to settle in before leaving his room

To mask the signs of love you had on your face.

Mary!

You shut up, which is also your fault.

You kept me locked inside the house for a lifetime

As if I were a thing of yours.

What does that have to do with it? It was a thoughtfulness.

- I did it to protect you. - What did you have to protect me from?

From the people who mock me Because I am ugly?

With this... With this I killed Gaspar.

It's love, commissioner.

You talk about love.

Love is a fever, it is an obsession.

Gaspar. Gaspar loved me.

He saw me as no one else had ever seen me

even though he couldn't see.

How much he loved me! And I knew that he loved me.

But then one day he decided that we were no longer to meet

because he was afraid that my brother would find out about us and send him away

since, according to him, no one could approach me sincerely.

Gaspar feared that it would put him in the middle of the road.

That night I went to him as usual.

Before going down to put in place the ticket stubs...

Without this room, which I have courtesy of your brother

I am no one.

Of course I'm afraid we'll see each other.

- What do you say? - Sooner or later he finds out about us. - Gaspare, no. - No!

Those damn numbers, the ones that didn't come out...

- What... - They made me understand it.

- The numbers? What are you saying? - Yes, Maria.

The beautiful woman...

desire...

And goodbye, Maria. - No.

- We have to separate. - No!

I can't risk it.

Twenty-one, nine and nineteen. Twenty-one, nine and nineteen.

- What do you say? - 21, nine and nineteen. - What do you say?

- Twenty-one, nine and nineteen. - No, no.

So... commissioner, it was me who didn't see us anymore.

Twenty-one, nine and nineteen.

I took the first thing I could find

And I hit him.

Gaspare...

One time...

I hit him.

I cleaned the cutter

And I put it in place.

I held it in my hands all week long.

Mary.

Now you have to come with us.

Twenty-one, nine and nineteen.

Miss, I owe you an apology.

What do you have to apologize for?

I made jokes...

On your appearance, like a fool.

- I haven't heard them. - But I did.

A decent person, an intelligent person

must know that the important thing...

I mean, we understand each other, don't we?

Thank you.

Please be seated.

Thank you for coming.

If you call me, I am very happy and very concerned.

You know that I have a special interest in a particular person.

I have already given you all the information I could.

This person some time ago had a very serious accident.

At the hospital, in addition to the nanny, there was a tall girl with glasses

dressed simply, perhaps a clerk or a schoolteacher.

I suddenly remembered this.

I thought she was a relative.

I now know who lives across the street from her house.

I would like to know more.

Even jealousy...

I would like to know if there is anyone Who keeps him away from me.

What is it about this commissioner to occupy your mind so much?

And what don't I have To occupy his?

- Camarda? - Yes? - Take care of it.

By your command. This way.

You are welcome.

Camarda, what's going on?

Excellence...

Maione, your suspension still stands out to me.

Doctor, the Rummolo case has been solved.

We have taken into custody the culprit

And the credit goes to Maione.

Despite being suspended from work, he had a decisive insight.

Very good, very good.

Then I await the report

To inform... those in charge.

Excellence.

Thank you, commissioner.

♪ In the shadows goes this heart

♪ who can't sleep. ♪

- What a beautiful voice, Sarracino. - Heh.

Especially when there are those who need to hear it.

♪ And sings and cries

♪ "Love, love, you make me die." ♪

Nelide?

Nelide, lunch at home.

Nelide?