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Okay, thanks anyway.

It's a good idea. It's a bit late,
but I'll try the music school.

Hey! What happened?

- Hello?
- Oh, Sister Dolores.

I'm sorry to disturb you so late,
but it's ten o'clock

and we have no news of Emanuela,
she was supposed to be here for dinner.

That's odd, at the end of the lesson
I saw her going towards the bus.

I'm really disconcerted.

Call me, as soon as she comes back,
even if it's late.

Okay, thank you.
Yes, I'll let you know.

Monsignor Marcinkus!

Monsignor Marcinkus!

Monsignor!

Monsignor!

Something troubling happened.

A girl, the Vatican Clerk's daughter,

Emanuela Orlandi,
hasn't come back.

She disappeared.

She's probably eating an ice-cream,
doesn't she have a boyfriend?

What's this talking about boyfriends!

So, would you please write a report
about my daughter disappearance?

- She's just 15.
- I'd love to.

- What do you mean?
- I'd love to do it,

but the girl is a Vatican citizen,
she's not Italian and neither are you!

But she disappeared here,
not in the Vatican!

You have to do your duty!

Calm down!

You have to report to the competent police station, not here.

- We are in Rome, not in the Vatican!
- Very good...

- What a good policeman.
- Come on, let's go.

I would like to express
my deepest sympathy

for the Orlandi's family,

afflicted about their fifteen years
old daughter Emanuela,

who, since Wednesday, June 22nd
hasn't come back home.

Hello, Ansa speaking?

- I'm listening.
- Listen carefully.

We've got Emanuela Orlandi,
we will set her free only when Ali Agca,

the Pope's attacker,
will be released.

What proof do we have
that you've really got her?

Go to Piazza del Parlamento,

you'll find the proof
in a waste basket.

- What's happening?
- It sounded like an American.

One of Orlandi's kidnappers,
I have to go.

It's her music school registration.

The payment receipt.

It's Emanuela's picture.

"With love from your Emanuela."

It's her handwriting.
There are no doubts.

I want to talk to the State Secretary,
Cardinal Casaroli.

They are calling the Vatican
private line from a coffee shop.

- Sorry, I cannot hear you,
can you repeat? - Call a patrol.

Call Cardinal Casaroli, right away.

I will immediately look
for Cardinal Casaroli, who is...

- What happened?
- Did someone call from here?

No one has used it in a long time!

Hello? Yes.

I'm Cardinal Casaroli.

You should realise that the situation
is coming to a head.

I'm a dove in this organization,

but there are also very bad people.
People who are ready to kill the girl.

I don't get it.

It looks as if they were still calling
from the coffee shop,

but the line there it's not busy.

They are speaking Latin...

It could be a coded message.

As for me, I can assure you
that we are trying to do

everything humanly possible,
to contribute to the happy resolution

of this agonizing situation.

May God allow,

these days of trepidation

to be followed
by the joy of the embrace

between the girl and her family.

Listen here,

it's the telephone call
that reopened the case.

To solve Emanuela Orlandi's case,

go and see who's buried
in the Basilica of Sant'Apollinare

and investigate the favour Renatino
did to Cardinal Poletti.

"Renatino" was Enrico
De Pedis' nickname as a child.

His friends called him "The dandy"
because of his elegance.

De Pedis started his career
at a very young age,

going in and out of prison.

Hey, take back those things!
You sleep on top.

- What's this mess? Take it all away!
- Oi, you!

- What you want? How dare you?
- I dare, 'cause I'm the boss here.

- And who are you?
- I'll explain it to you.

I'll tear your head away.

- Are you crazy? Let me go.
- I'll make myself a key ring.

- I'm a friend of "Three fingers" Frank.
- Shit!

You should have said it before.

I'm sorry.
If you want to sleep down.

No, take those things away,
I'll sleep there.

It wasn't true.

Renatino had just
heard about "Three Fingers" Frank,

but it worked.

Frank is Ciccio Coppola's nickname.

He had lost two fingers
during a robbery.

They got stuck in a safe

and he cut them away with a knife
without so much as a cry,

being able to flee.

In prison, Renatino learned
how to get drugs in Thailand,

but above all, he met some people from
Cosa Nostra who taught him much more.

- Did you understand?
- I know.

Didn't he met in prison the priest
who buried him in Sant'Ap0llinare?

Yes, Don Pietro Vergari, who
will become the rector of the basilica.

"This doesn't see that Jahvé's hand
did these things..."

- Who's this Jahve?
- You really are a terrible ass!

Jahvé means God in Hebrew.

Don Pietro Vergari.

If you want, I have the wiretapping
of a telephone call

to a young seminarian.

It's so pornographic, you feel ashamed
only by listening to it.

I think I'll pass, thanks.

I think you've already heard
about the scandal of "Mafia Capitale"

and Massimo Carminati,
AKA "The Blind", no?

The Blind
is the real successor of De Pedis.

He worked for him,
dealing with gambling.

And back in those days,
he started is criminal career,

supplying weapons
and assistance to Rome's mob.

This is Raffaella Notariale's number,
she discovered an interesting trail.

- I already told her you'd call.
- Thanks.

- Maria?
- Raffaella.

Nice to meet you.

- Let's go upstairs.
- Yes, okay.

Thank you.

Tell me about De Pedis' lover.

How come all these stories
start with a woman spilling the bean?

I mean, it happened the same
with "Mani Pulite"

and with that former minister,
betrayed by his lover.

I think it's because Italian women
are good at taking their revenge.

How come no one looked for
Mrs Minardi for twenty years?

They didn't want to look for her.
There's a difference.

And how did you do it?

Thanks to a friend's tip-off.

About ten years ago,
I tried to meet her.

- Who are you looking for?
- Hi, I'm looking for Sabrina Minardi.

I'm a RAI journalist.

Hello!

Are you Mrs Sabrina Minardi?

Close the door.

Come up.

- Have you got a microphone on you?
- No microphone, just my phone.

That has a microphone too,
switch it off.

It's off.

- What do you want from me?
- I'd like an interview with you.

- De Pedis was arrested following you...
- And so what?

- I'd like to ask what do you know...
- There's nothing to know.

You can go now.

And she stopped talking.

That's a pity,
it looked like a good trail.

It was, but after a lot of time,
when she decided to contact me.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I'm looking for Sabrina Minardi,
is she here?

Yes, follow me.

- Are you a relative?
- Yes.

- Why is she here ?
- She tried to commit suicide...

I thought the relatives
had been informed.

- First door on the right.
- Thank you.

Hello.

Sit down.

- How are you?
- As you see me.

They've already told you what I did.

No one minds his own business.

It was just a moment of depression.
Now I'm fine.

Come here. Come closer.

I've thought a lot about the time
you came to my place.

I might have something to say.

The psychologist here told me
I have to draw out what I've got inside.

- I'm listening.
- Tomorrow I'll be dismissed.

If it's alright with you,
we can meet on Tuesday at my place.

You bring a recorder...

Okay, so we will meet
on Tuesday, madam.

- Please don't call me madam,
no one ever did it. - Okay.

- So, bye, Sabrina. - Bye.
- See you on Tuesday.

That first encounter hadn't been
so bad if she contacted you again.

Yes.

Or maybe she understood that I'm stubborn and I wasn't going
to give up.

I think is this one.

I want less light.

I don't want you to see me
with this arm,

which it's not working any more...
and with my disfigured face.

Are you afraid of that? Don't be,
it's very nice. It won't hurt you.

I hope so.

So...

First of all...

it's a lie that I married Bruno Giordano
because he was a famous footballer.

We've known each other
since childhood

because we were both
from Trastevere.

Then the year after we married,
the "Football Bet" scandal happened.

Bruno was arrested
and detained for twenty days.

Then when we broke up,
I didn't have much money.

And... I started going around a bit.

What do you mean
with going around a bit?

I met the PR woman of a club.

She told me: "Sabrina,
you're young, you're beautiful,

you've got a mighty fine ass.
Why don't you play the field?"

One night they introduced me
to a former mayor of Palermo.

He invited me to the Hotel de la Ville
and he gave me 500.000 lire.

- 500.000 lire?
- I was beautiful!

But with De Pedis
things went differently, I imagine.

Yeah.

One night I was in a club
with a friend of mine.

I saw a man who was staring at me,

he couldn't take his eyes off of me.

He was very elegant.

And in the morning,
Renatino surprised me in a way...

That, I swear, I thought
I was dreaming.

Look here.

I'd never seen all that money
in my life.

Here there are 120, 130 millions.

I want you to spend them all.

- Are you joking?
- No, I'm not joking.

They belong to you.

- So, I'm going...
- Go.

- Renato!
- Hey!

What have you bought?

I bought half of Rome.

This is a present for you.
But just that.

Fantastic!

- Do you like it?
- And this? What a big cat!

This is mine.

Beautiful, I want to try it on.

- Do I look fine?
- Yes, wonderful.

No! Come on!

- You're so beautiful, what a dress!
- Do you like it?

And then?

- Earrings...
- Come here a minute.

What the fuck...

Did you know who
De Pedis really was?

He had told me he ran
a supermarkets chain.

Sabrina, you really didn't know
De Pedis was a fugitive?

No, I didn't know.
I discovered it one morning,

when my mother brought me
the newspaper with his picture

and told me:
"Bibi, who are you going out with?"

Come on, dive!

Show me.

When I was twenty,
I didn't even know what morality was.

It's no use pretending
I'm someone else.

I have to tell the truth, no?

What a dive!

Being with Renato,
was like living in a dream world.

We dined with ministers,

or we could decide
to go to the Grand Hotel

and they would keep their spa
opened just for us.

And if we wanted, we could spend
the night there in a million lire suite.

I felt like a queen.

And to me he looked like...
He looked like a prince

with his behaviour,
not like a criminal.

Weren't you afraid? I mean he was
a fugitive and roamed around freely?

He was a fugitive Italian style.

Very easy to find.

He wandered freely around Rome,

passing in front of police patrol cars
without a care in the world.

- Look who's here.
- You're here by chance, I presume.

- De Pedis, so you're out.
- In, out, it depends.

You know how it is with the judges,
they're odd...

Are you mad?

- I'm clean, no weapons.
- Obviously.

- You let your friends use them.
- Really? Who told you that?

- A little bird.
- Look what I've found!

- Bingo!
- Count the jackpot.

- It's a little gift from my mum.
- A millionaire gift?

These are two millions.

- Where did you get all this money?
- You know how anxious moms are.

- Are you taking the piss, De Pedis?
- My mom is generous.

Here. Sign this report.

I'd sign, if you don't let me go...

Thanks.

- What's this report?
- Unjustified possession of valuables.

- We keep the money.
- I'm happy.

Because if you keep them.
They're safe.

I'm a spendthrift.

Here you are.

Don't worry. Tomorrow I'll call
my lawyer,

Senator Vitalone's brother,

and you will have to give me
all the money back, with interests.

You magistrates, didn't find
a lot on the money laundering traffic

managed by De Pedis, am I wrong?
- It is true.

But do you want to know
why I asked you to come here?

I want to tell you a curious fact.

Thirty-nine!

- Thirty-nine!
- Who are you looking for?

- Renatino!
- I'll call him!

Thanks.

- Sabrina, what's new?
- Hi, Renato! Look who's here!

That was their way of communicating.

The little girl was the football player
Bruno Giordano's daughter.

De Pedis was fond of her.

Consider that De Pedis spent
almost more time in prison than out.

Now, it turns out he died
without a criminal record.

I was asking you
about the Magliana gang.

They're exploits have been
greatly exaggerated

by novels and TV shows.

Their myth obfuscated
the real puppeteer of the situation.

- Who do you mean?
- The gang from Testaccio,

led by De Pedis,
who was born in Testaccio.

That was the real gang.

The Magliana gang wasted their time
with small things

such as killing unruly pushers.

Like one of them,
nicknamed The Monkey,

who in 1982, on Fat Tuesday,
was in for a big surprise.

I'm sticking.

Full house on Queens.

De Pedis, on the contrary,
aimed high.

Usury, with 25% rates.

Real estate investments,
such as a villa here on the Gianicolo,

with tunnels leading
directly to the Vatican.

He earned up to 180 million lire
every day,

just with the video pokers.

Look at this list.

Many people tried to profit from
Emanuela Orlandi's disappearance.

Politicians, the intelligence,
businessmen without a criminal record.

Priests closer to Hell,
than Heaven.

All ready to get some benefit from it.

Renatino used to say
his friends in the Vatican

were more than the Saints
in Heaven.

When he had to communicate
a secret to the higher echelons,

he went for a confession
in Sant'Apollinare,

where he married
and wanted to be buried.

Tell His Eminence
that I will send that person

whenever is convenient for him.
- I will pass it on.

As for that bank deposit...
it will be done on Monday.

All right.

Thank you.

Do you see that building over there,
between the Basilica and the bell towers?

That's were the protagonists
of this unsavoury story met.

I worked for the police then,

thousands of hours of wiretapping
a horrible world.

You were telling me about
that 22nd of June.

Emanuela disappeared
right the day before

the return of the Pope
from his Poland.

Obviously the disappearance of a Vatican citizen couldn't go
unnoticed.

In fact the Pope
was notified right away.

Let alone Monsignor Marcinkus,

the president of the IOR,
the Vatican's bank.

He realized that the disappearance

could have been a blackmail
to the Vatican,

which a year before
went almost bankrupt.

Thank you, Luca.

- Dear Calvi, how are you?
- What do you think?

The press keeps on attacking
my bank and myself.

We have to wait.

They needed money to help Poland
get rid of Communism,

a lot of money,
around a thousands billion lire.

Marcinkus asked them to Calvi
who supplied them,

but that left a huge hole
in his bank.

If Poland shakes,
it will be an earthquake

for all Eastern Countries.

Unfortunately the majority of the money
came from the Mafia and the mob,

laundering their money in the lending
institutions of Calvi and Marcinkus.

De Pedis himself had invested
the bulk of his capital in those banks.

And now he wanted it back.

During Emanuela's kidnapping,
in the Vatican a terrible conflict

between rival factions
was taking place, like today.

The State Secretary,
Cardinal Casaroli,

was trying to do what Papa Luciani
hadn't been able to do:

remove Marcinkus
from the Vatican bank.

Do you think he'd make it,
if they didn't kill... I mean,

if he didn't die only 33 days
after being elected?

Don't tell me you too believe
he has been poisoned?

- A lot of people believe it in England.
- Because they are Protestants.

Marcinkus was appreciated
by Wojtyla,

but the State Secretary
wanted to get rid of him.

Cardinal Casaroli confessed
he suffered so much

that he became depressed,
he who,

his words, was accustomed
to the martyrdom of patience.

How did Marcinkus, son of a window
cleaner, become so important?

In 1970, while Paolo VI
was visiting the Philippines,

Marcinkus saved him from a lunatic
who tried to stab him.

Do you know his nickname?

- God's gorilla.
- Yes.

He grew up in Cicero, near Chicago,
where Al Capone ruled...

As a boy, he saw plenty of gunfights
and, incredible coincidence,

the same year the gangster
died of syphilis, he took his vows.

It's no surprise that as an adult
our bishop was familiar with evil...

The Monsignor and the mob
were so tightly intertwined

that the bosses made him hire
one of their men as chauffeur,

to keep him under control.

Marcinkus was the best insurance policy
for their investments.

When you complained to Sabrina

because she didn't want to talk about
Emanuela Orlandi,

what did she say?

Sabrina, I'm going.
You don't want to answer.

Wait a minute!
Switch that thing on.

Renatino was forced into this situation
with Emanuela Orlandi.

He didn't want to do it.

Are you telling me that De Pedis
kidnapped Emanuela Orlandi?

- I'm telling you that he was ordered
to do it and he did it. - By whom?

He told me it was
to pressure the Vatican

into giving them back
what was due.

Rome was already big
in the seventeenth century.

We are going to eat it all.

And if someone doesn't give us
what they owe us...

we will take care of them.

No one will believe you,
you know that.

Is there someone of the gang
who can confirm it?

Certainly, but I'm not
Sherlock Holmes.

That's what you journalists are for,
isn't it?

Thank you.

You can come
and pick me up in an hour.

I am about to meet
a former friend of De Pedis

who has convicted to 28 years
imprisonment

for murder and armed robbery.

He is now cooperating
with the judges

and has been granted community
service for disabled children.

Just a second...

Here we are.

I was wondering,
why were you called "Accatt0ne"?

Because I had watched many times
Pasolini's film with that title

and I knew it by heart.

Were you one of De Pedis friends?

Till when he became a bourgeois.

- Today he'd be in parliament.
- In parliament?

Don't you see that the members
of the parliament are all like him?

They're not far from shooting
at each other.

What was De Pedis' role
in Emanuela Orlandi's kidnapping?

He had invested some money
in the Vatican and saw no return.

The choice was between leaving
a Cardinal at the side of the road,

or hurt someone
who was close to the Pope.

To send a message.

Orlandi's kidnapping
was just one of many signs.

There had been others?

There had been the disappearance
of Mirella Gregori, the other girl

anished from downtown Rome, just a few weeks before
Emanuela Orlandi.

Then the blackmail with the pictures
of the Pope naked, or half-naked,

while he was taking a bath
in Castel Gandolfo swimming pool.

How much money did they owe?

In the region of...

more than two hundred
million dollars,

which Renatin0's gang had laundered
and never got back,

after the crash
of Calvi and Marcinkus' banks.

Who protected De Pedis?

Sometimes in Rome,
he slept in Villa Borghese

in a flat owned by the secret service.

We were banding together right
with those who should have arrested us.

Renatino was extremely
good at this.

He was perfectly at ease both
in a gambling house and at fancy party.

- Roberto!
- Hi.

- Where's Flavio?
- Flavio!

- Over there.
- Hey, Flavio.

- Hey, Flavio!
- Renato!

You are such a vision!

Renatino hung out with
very important people for his business.

So he often wanted me
to bring beautiful girls,

to dress up.

We often were at Flavio Carboni's,

the man who has been involved for thirty
years in every Italian mystery.

Yes, you know that I love you,
but I'm tired. My feet hurt.

- Will you promise to come back?
- Sure.

This story between you and Calvi
is totally new. Go on, tell me.

I met him through Flavio Carboni.

He and Calvi were very good friends.

Even if they say Flavio was among
those who ordered his death.

The day after,
Flavio called me and told me:

"Bibi, yesterday
you broke a lot of hearts."

Five minutes after I hung up,
I received a call from Calvi, in person.

I'd never seen such a beautiful car.

Just in the American movies.

Roberto was a very polite man.
Maybe a little neurotic.

When Calvi is grilled
due to the collapse of his own bank

he feels completely lost.

He goes for the most extreme measure,
he turns to Wojtyla

in the hope that the pope
would be able to help...

"Your Holiness is my last hope.

Many people offered to help me,

if I told them about the activities
I carried on for the Church.

But I didn't accept this blackmail.

I was the one who carried the heavy weight
of the mistakes of the Vatican bank.

I was the one who, under precise orders
from your eminent representatives,

heavily financed

many political-religious organizations
both in eastern and western countries.

And today, I'm also the one who
is betrayed and deserted in the end."

After that letter Marcinkus
fears going under with Calvi,

so he conceives a fiendish idea.

Calvi would have relieved the Church
from any responsibility

in the collapse involving
the Vatican Bank

in return the Vatican would have paid
back part of the loans received

not because this money was
actually owed Marcinkus clarifies

but as a mere voluntary contributions.

He writes it and
gets it countersigned.

A motivation we may find
in a play my Moliére.

And a good deal for Marcinkus

because the Vatican bank
will then have to settle

only 450 million dollars
of the 1.5 billion dollars

claimed by the creditors.

Yes, there were very important reasons
to get rid of him,

because he knew too many secrets.

Calvi, Carboni, Marcinkus,
De Pedis...

May I ask you what you think

about men of the cloth
hanging out with these people?

In the world of lies,
to get to the truth...

you have to meet many, many liars.

Do you think we don't suffer for
the scandals that blemished the Church?

When John called me, I told him:

"My dear friend, be careful not to get
yourself in trouble with this inquiry."

He loves troubles.
They're his favourite sport.

Do you know what Pope Francis told us
once during the Christmas speech?

He urged us to examine
our conscience.

In the Church, his exact words,
there is a spiritual Alzheimer.

And the schizophrenia
of those living a double life.

And he added that the worst danger
is the friendly fire of the comrades,

because in the Roman Curia,
cold blooded murders are committed.

Now I get why Bergoglio doesn't want
to live in the papal quarters.

I haven't quoted the Pope
to say that we're not guilty,

but to remind you that if we are,

it is only fair we suffer
the consequences.

I want you to know that your inquiry,
if it will be truthful,

will be nothing but helpful to us.

Better the clamour
than the silence.

It hurts.

There's blood. What is this?

Senator, hello, I'm Mr Fava.

Good morning.

Can we meet tomorrow at five
at the usual place?

Yes, perfect.

Perfect, see you tomorrow.
Thank you.

- Good afternoon, senator.
- Good afternoon.

Do you realise
what you're asking me'?

Yes, but you're the one
who told me

trials are fixed out of the courts
and not in them.

This is more complicated, the prosecutor
asked a life sentence for your friend.

That's exactly
why we need your help.

I'd never dare disturb you for less,
believe me.

I'll see what I can do,
but it's the last time.

- I swear.
- I'm swearing it.

Last time.

For your charities.

Thank you, senator.

The court is adjourned.
Everybody stand up, please.

At the end of the hearing
my handcuffs were not closed.

So I was able to take them away.

I got down with the others and stayed
behind without the policemen noticing it.

They were clearly in cahoots.

Everything had been organized
to perfection,

there was also a car waiting for us.

Yes, I'm Mr Fava,
can I talk to the editor? Thank you.

Yes. Good morning.

I think you already know that
a criminal fled from courthouse today.

Yes. Do you think he escaped?

No! That's a strong word.

He's probably visiting his family,
he'll be back.

I mean, if you can... avoid giving
to much prominence to the news.

Do you know anything about
the bugs hidden in the Vatican?

Precisely in the room
of the State Secretary, Cardinal Casaroli.

No, but I'm not surprised.

In the statue of the Virgin Mary
on the cardinal's table there was a bug

recording every word
spoken in the room.

And who put it there?

None other than the wife
of Casar0li's nephew himself.

The couple visited him regularly,
maybe carrying some pastries.

And meanwhile,
she planted bugs in his room.

What a story!

Irina Trollerova,
was a Czechoslovakian spy.

But then they discovered she was
a double-crosser working for CIA.

- Like in James Bond movies.
- Exactly.

I was a spy too.

You?

What do you mean?

I organized

and also took part
in sexual encounters

with influential men
who didn't know they were filmed.

Where?

A flat in the EUR neighbourhood that
Renatino had prepared especially for this.

- Are you disgusted?
- No.

- Do you remember who did you film?
- Various people.

Politicians, businessmen, notaries.

Very respectable people,
but not in bed.

- Who did you work with?
- Some girls.

I remember one, in particular,
who made an undersecretary fall in love.

He sent his driver
for her every Monday.

Blimey!

We are always picking
on prostitutes and criminals,

but the people above suspicion
are even worst, believe me.

I mean, I did some things...

I'm so disgusted
by the things I did,

that thinking about them
makes me sick.

But then, I think I met some people

who were way more disgusting
than me. Like...

A pervert who...

I can't even tell you what he wanted.

And then I look in the mirror
and say to myself:

"Was it really you,
who did all those things?"

Yes, it was me, who did those things.

I was dominated by Renato.

I mean, whatever Renatino
asked me to do, I did!

Above all when
there was money involved.

Do you understand?

- Are you still naked?
- I'm ready.

- What?
- I am ready.

- Have you sniffed?
- No.

- You haven't sniffed.
- No.

Come on!

You snorted
with that fucking prince.

Do I ask you what you do
with your sluts...

What did you say?
Don't even dare.

Fucking bitch!

Via Vittorini, on the corner
of Via Pavese, thanks.

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

Where are you going without me!

- Go home! You're naked.
- I do what I want.

You're completely wasted.
Go home!

- Maybe you haven't understood...
- What a junkie.

- I'm not going home without you.
- Go home.

- What came over you?
- What the fuck are looking at?

Stop making a scene
in the middle of the street.

- You haven't seen a thing, okay?
- The change...

I don't care.

Let's go home!
Come on!

- You are hurting me!
- Come on!

That's enough!

I'm not here for your biography.
ls it clear?

I'm here to know why De Pedis
managed Emanuela's kidnapping.

Renatino was just following orders.

- Who gave the orders?
- I don't know.

Renatino never told me a thing.
Don't you get it?

He used to say: "The less you know,
the longer you live."

- Or I wouldn't be here talking to you!
- Do you know something?

Otherwise I go and we stop here!

Switch the camera on.

So, after the girl's kidnapping,
Renatino asked me a favour.

So let me understand...

Sabrina came here with her car
with De Pedis and then?

And then they made
the exchange here.

- What is it? Are you afraid?
- No...

Relax. It's all planned.

Go.

Go.

What's your name, dear?

Mom...

- No, darling, I'm not your mom.
- Mom...

Where are you taking me?

We are going to your mom.
We're going home, alright?

- Hi, Sergio.
- Hi, Sabrina.

What the fuck, Renato!

Isn't that the girl on the posters
scattered around Rome?

What's her name...
Emanuela Orlandi.

You didn't see what you've seen.
Am I clear?

- Are you getting me into trouble?
- No troubles.

Just shut your mouth.

Who was the man who took the girl?

Sabrina has always told
she had never seen him before.

Excuse me.

Look at this.

This is the priest who buried
De Pedis in Sant'Apollinare.

What about him?

Even if it's him, I doubt he'd confess.
Don't you?

I tell you,
the watchword here is silence.

Mr Raoul, when Emanuela Orlandi
disappeared

you were deputy chief
of the Vatican Gendarmes.

- Why did they ask you to lie?
- Leave me alone.

Is this wiretapping a fake?

Hello? Raoul? It's the chief.
Listen carefully.

- At your orders, sir.
- What do you know about Orlandi?

Nothing. At the Vatican
we know nothing.

Is that what I have to say?

We investigated inside, but don't say
we reported to the State Secretary.

- You know nothing.
- I say nothing.

- Do you want to hear it again?
- Tomorrow, I'm testifying this.

Don't touch me!

Listen to me!
Are you saying this isn't your voice?

And that it wasn't your chief
who told you to lie?

Mr Raoul!

The Vatican clearly
has a dossier on the case.

One of its citizen vanishes they need
an inquiry but why deny it?

After all the recent scandals what is
so terrible about Emanuela's case

to hush down the Vatican?

Hi, sweetie.

- Who's there?
- You're a whore.

- Go on, keep on talking.
- Who are you?

If you don't stop talking,
we'll bring flowers on your grave.

Fucking bastard!

Fuck you!

Asshole!

- What had happened?
- She vanished after some threats.

Did you know from whom?

Someone who feared her revelations.

- And you've never seen her?
- After many weeks.

Hello, good morning.

I'm meeting with Sabrina Minardi.

- You can go.
- Thanks. Hello.

REHAB COMMUNITY

I'm fine here.
I'm not coming back to Rome.

- Do you know what I want to do'?
- What?

But please don't laugh.

I want to help people like me.

- Hi, Sabrina.
- Hi, Sergio.

Junkies, misfits, wretches.

It's a nice thing.

- Ifl can help.
- Thank you.

- Did you bring your gizmo?
- Sure.

- Where were we?
- You on the Gianicolo.

Me on the Gianicolo...

I was happy to see
that car taking Emanuela away.

Because I envisaged
an happy ending.

I thought they were taking her home
to the Vatican, to her mum.

And I felt reassured.
I mean, I'm a mum too.

- But...
- A short time after...

Renatino told me: "Let's go to
the seaside eating some fish."

- Please, come back soon.
- Yes.

- Why don't we go to the cinema?
Do you fancy it? - No.

- Why?
- I've got something to do.

You've to take me somewhere.

Stop there.

- I think we've been followed.
- Really?

If you're realizing it just now,
it's a bit late.

Don't worry, they're not cops.

- Wait for me here.
- Okay.

What are you looking at?
Why are you poking in?

- What are you doing?
- Get in the car.

- I want to know what you're doing.
- Don't worry. You're always smoking.

And you never asked again?

I asked him
when we came back home.

What are you watching?

Do you keep me company?

- Get this thing off me!
- Come on, loosen up!

Renatino didn't snort.

When you're a businessman,
you need to be sober.

That's what he said.

Sol...

Let's say I tried to seduce him
to make him talk.

Move away!

Who did you get rid of today?
At the building site?

- Who did you get rid of at the site?
- What do you care?

Who?

So, what did he say'?

That it was Emanuela Orlandi.

And so I...

I couldn't refrain myself.
I told him: "But why?"

And he got mad and turned away.

Are you sure?

- Mrs Watts?
- Good evening.

An envelope for you.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Who brought this envelope?
- A courier, in the afternoon.

Who's this?

- Reception?
- Yes?

- A waiter tried to open my computer.
- How is that possible?

- I'm sure!
- But...

My computer takes a picture,
if you try to access my files.

- I'm speechless.
- I'm coming down.

Sabrina, something is bugging me.

What?

You told the judges you saw them
throwing two sacks in the mixer.

Right?

The second was Domenico Nicitra.

But this happened ten years after.

It's a big memory lapse, isn't it?

You lied to me, didn't you?

- You lied to me.
- I got it wrong.

Do you want to burn me alive
'cause I got it wrong?

I'd like to see you trying to remember
about thirty years ago.

Renatino told me that they dumped
Emanuela in the building site.

And I got wrong about
the second sack. Full stop.

Now... you have to explain to me

why you people
don't go and investigate

about those building sites,
who owned them...

- Why killing her?
- I don't know! Maybe an accident.

Maybe...
they gave her too much sedative.

Maybe the girl
saw someone's face.

I'm not excusing them!
May they...

May they rot in hell!

I'm fed up!
Go out! Go out, please.

Marco, out, please.

I'm going to withdraw everything!

I'm going to say
I made everything up!

- You could have destroyed our recordings!
- What's the use of them?

I will always be just a junkie!

While the real culprits
will always be well-respected!

Don't look for me!
Please, leave me alone!

Just forget about me.

That was the last time I saw her.

She realized talking
could only get her in troubles.

I told the truth...

Do you believe her testimony?

I do, but the judges don't believe
everything she said.

If Sabrina remembers correctly,
it could be one of these buildings.

Thinking Emanuela could lay
down there is horrible.

Mixed with concrete.

I just hope it isn't true.

Mr Sarnataro...

- Good morning.
- Maria.

May I ask why you wanted us
to meet in a church?

- To get away from prying eyes.
- Sure.

How old was your son Marco
when Emanuela Orlandi disappeared?

He was twenty-two.

And when did he make
this confession?

Just before he died.

He couldn't bear
this burden anymore.

He told me that in 1983,

with two men of De Pedis' gang,
nicknamed Gigetto e Ciletto,

he had been ordered to tail the girl.

But they didn't just tail her.

They forced her to get on a BMW,

took her to the outskirts of Rome,

and handed her in to De Pedis' driver,
a certain Sergio.

And for this, so called, service
De Pedis gave Marco a motorbike.

I still remember it was a Suzuki 1100.

Are you sure of what you're saying?

Do you think you could forget
a thing like this?

No, surely...

Are you afraid that after this revelation someone might
threaten you?

They can kill me
and maybe they will...

But I will never betray
my son's memory.

You can go.

In 1989...

De Pedis' gang decided to kill
Edoardo Toscano, Magliana's gang boss.

De Pedis couldn't imagine
what would ensue.

After Toscan0's death,

the Magliana's gang decided
to do Renatino in.

- But they didn't know how to get him.
- And so?

So that's when Toscands brother in law,
Vittorio Carnovale, came in.

The very same man
De Pedis helped escaping.

He worked with Marcello Colafigli,
another gang member.

Fiendishly sly.

The certified "lunatic",
who faked catatonia.

I read the gang's members
faked being insane

to get certified and be paid by the State
while they committed crimes.

Yes, they faked being mad.

They paid up to 150 million lire
for an expert medical report.

They went in and out of hospitals
with their certificate.

De Pedis was diagnosed with a fake tumour, with advanced
metastasis too.

Who did sign these reports?

Professor Semerari
was the most popular one.

He was a far-right supporter.

He was gruesomely killed just before
Emanuela Orlandi's disappearance.

Semerari's head was placed

in front of Raffaele Cut0l0's
right-hand man's house.

- Why?
- He signed two psychiatric reports.

One for Cut0l0's rival
and one for Cutolo himself.

So the rival decided to seek revenge.

You have yet to tell me
how did they get to De Pedis.

Thanks to Colafigli,
the fake lunatic.

Colafigli went to Enrico Nicoletti,
a former carabiniere,

now the most powerful usurer in Rome
and close to De Pedis.

Nicoletti declared to the Inland Revenue
a taxable income of 13 million lire

when he had a turnover
of 213 billions.

Nicoletti, you know where that bastard is,
you have to tell me.

I don't want to get
in the middle of this.

A little bird told me
that your son, Tony,

lost about 800 millions
in one of Renatin0's gambling houses

and hasn't paid yet.

We do him in
and Tony saves a ton of millions.

Nicoletti was very cunning,

he said he didn't want to meddle,
but then gave them a precious tip-off.

What tip-off?

The former carabiniere knew
De Pedis had to buy some jewels

and would meet someone here,
in via del Pellegrino.

See you later.

Yes, I have to buy some fabrics.

1:30 pm.

On the morning
of February the second, 1990,

the hit squad organized by Colafigli
and Carnovale was ready to go.

- Hi!
- He's out.

You know what's the most baffling
thing of this story?

- The perfect organization?
- No.

The fact that the Secret Service knew
about the ambush and didn't stop it.

De Pedis' death suited everyone.
He knew too much.

The problem is De Pedis was just
a puppet, not one of the puppeteers,

they are still in place
and keep on reigning over Rome.

- What about Marcinkus?
- They came from the US to arrest him.

William Lynch
from the Justice Department,

William Aronwald
the Organized Crime Strike Force

and detective Richard Tammaro
from FBI.

According to our investigation
you're involved

in a money laundering operation.

- One billion and a half dollars
- I would be me?

Of uncertain provenience
flooded the market.

We've proved the Mafia
was behind some of these operations.

At least 14 millions of fake dollars
ended up in the lOR's safes.

Monsignor Marcinkus
enjoys diplomatic immunity

granted by the Vatican State.

Therefore, we will not allow
neither his interview, nor his extradition.

In spite of all
Marcinkus' wrongdoings,

the Vatican waited
for his 75th birthday

before pensioning him off
back to Chicago.

- Sorry to bother you.
- Yes?

Allow me to introduce myself:
father Albert, Apostolic Penitentiary.

I know you're investigating
the Orlandi's case.

- How do you know it?
- News travel fast in Rome.

After Rome public prosecutor's office
closed the investigation,

the Church was the target
of harsh criticism.

As if we wanted to hush the inquiry.

On the contrary, we were the ones
who discovered something new.

- What?
- We received a confession,

a promising trail
you might be interested in.

- What trail?
- That's what I'd like to talk about.

This is my number.

If you'd be so kind as to come
and see me at my office,

we could talk about it.

I'd ask you just to...
keep this meeting quiet.

Don't you worry,
I'm hereto help you.

- I was waiting for you.
- Hello.

Please, follow me.

Let's go to my office, as you will see,
we are doing some refurbishing.

This way, please.

The trail I was talking about

comes from a repentant's confession
who might be useful for your inquiry.

Please have a sit.

May I ask you to be clearer?

I'd rather show you... something.

We have good reasons to believe
Emanuela Orlandi is still alive.

- Good morning is Father Albert there?
- Have you got an appointment?

- No, but I need to talk to him.
- Follow me. - Thank you.

- Father, this lady is looking for you.
- Please.

Good morning,
what can I do for you?

- But I was looking for Father Albert...
- Please, do tell me.

- I'm sorry, who are you?
- Who am I? I'm Father Albert.

There must be another Father Albert
then, the Penitentiary.

- I met him here yesterday.
- But yesterday was Monday.

On Monday I'm at another church.

There isn't another Father Albert
and there's no Penitentiary here.

- I'm sorry. Can I sit down a minute?
- Please...

Are you alright?

Bring her some water.

Welcome.

- I was waiting for you.
- I'm here to say goodbye.

This is my office.

They gave me a terrace
where I can touch the sky,

to be closer to God.

I want to be sincere,

all this evil is infecting me.

I understand your bewilderment.

Evil has a sort of allure.

Everyone is imperfectly human.

The Popes too,

some of them
were among the worst sinners.

I saw first-hand too...
many evil things.

In the Church, Christ's voice
and the devil's soul seem to coexist.

And yet, now that I'm approaching
the end of my path,

I know I can still have faith.

The unworthiness of many people make us
think there's no justice in this world,

quite the contrary.

Our unworthiness itself is proof
of the existence of justice.

As I was getting ready to make
my way back to London

I went through
the various assumptions

that I have been made on Emanuela's disappearance over the
past 3O years.

They include political intrigue,
blackmailing

not to mention the sudden arrival
of a disconcerting figure

who accused himself
of the kidnapping

and to support his claim he handed
in Emanuela's presumed flute

but Emanuela had vanished
without a trace.

When Emanuela's mother and brother attended Pope Francis
heaflng

he whispered these words
to them "she is in heaven"

no other Pope had said this before.

Poor Emanuela, I saw pictures
of her as a child,

she was so sweet
and had such a cheerful smile

as her mother says
she brought joy to the world.

When I was about to leave
Pietro, Emanuela's brother,

called me to disclose a new secret.

Pietro, you worked at the IOR
for many years

and never stopped looking for the truth
about your sister's disappearance.

You think the Vatican knows,
but remains silent.

For the Vatican,
Emanuela's disappearance

is a far greater scandal
than those they're facing nowadays.

One thing is corruption,
news leaks,

priests fighting each other.

But an innocent girl's disappearance,

for the Vatican,
is a much more infamous blemish.

Have you got proof of this?

I'm giving you astounding news
I've had a few days ago.

There is a dossier about
Emanuela's disappearance

kept secret in the Vatican.

Inside this dossier there's the truth
we've been waiting for years.

And he was about to be handed
over to italian justice, but...

But what?

But we're still waiting.

Why the dossier never came up?

I am in front of the Basilica
of Sant'Apollinare.

It is incredible that a mobster
has been buried among Saints

in such a holy place.

What if Emanuela's brother claims
would find an answer

in this mystery
and things got that way...

- Prosecutor...
- Good morning, Eminence.

First of all I'd like to thank you
for being here.

Nothing better than meeting in such
a beautiful place on a closing day.

I think it was chosen
because statues don't talk.

- And above all don't listen.
- I appreciate the irony.

Allow me to go straight
to the point.

We know you are
a rigorous magistrate

and a sincere catholic too.

That's why we came to you

to put an end to a scandal
so harmful for the Church.

Are you talking about
the boss' corpse in Sant'Ap0llinare?

Cardinal Poletti,
may he rest in peace,

had been rather imprudent
in giving the authorization,

but we should let
bygones be bygones.

Let's come to the point.

You know very well
that if we removed the corpse,

we'd be accused
of every possible horror.

- If instead of us...
- We did it...

Yes. If the action is ordered
by the Italian magistrates...

everything will seem clear,
no doubts.

And this wound will stop bleeding.

Your Eminence, more than rigorous,
I'm a practical man.

What would the quid pro quo
forjustice be?

If the scandal is hushed-up,

we will hand you in the dossier

on the poor girl's disappearance.

Are you talking
about the documents

you have always denied
despite our requests?

May I have an idea of the content
of these documents?

Let's say there are all the stages
of this painful story,

which explain the reasons
of our silence in all these years.

Are you telling me
that we'd finally get

to the bottom of what happened
to Emanuela Orlandi?

I'm telling you that you'll finally
get to the bottom of what we know.

But believe me,
you'll be fully satisfied.

I think it's a good solution.

Finally... is the right word.

Yes... Finally.

In 2012 the Rome Public Prosecutor
ordered the removal

of Enrico De Pedis's body
from the Basilica of Santa Apollinare.

As of today the documentation requested
to the Vatican has not yet been provided.

In 2015 the Rome Public
Prosecutor's Office

decided the dismissal of the case,

which led to the resignation
of the Chief Investigator.

As a consequence, nobody will have
to answer before the Court

and the Italian people.

Potential witnesses will be then discouraged
from bearing their testimonies.

The Orlandi family will keep fighting
for the truth to be unraveled.