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"Through me the way into

the suffering city...

...through me the way

to the eternal pain...

...through me the way

that runs among the lost.

Justice urged on my high artificer...

...my maker was divine authority...

...the highest wisdom

and the primal love.

Before me nothing but

eternal things were made...

...and | endure eternally.

Abandon every hope, who enter here."

Hi, Benito.

This way Inspector.

It's so early.

What happened?

Same pattern,

same "modus operandi"...

l was there, over that

area, walking my dog...

This is a real problem Inspector.

Here is the body.

It was found about two hours ago.

Was it in that position?

Yes, Inspector.

But we believe that it

may have been moved here,

after the murder took place.

Who's that woman?

It's the lady who found the body.

She also found this.

"And thou, that yonder standest,

living soul,withdraw thee from

these people, who are dead".

Look at this Inspector,

these are the same coins.

Those coins...

And I could see how the

person dragged the body.

As I said before, I was walking

Renzo, just like every morning.

Suddenly, I saw a mysterious

woman who was dragging a bulk.

She was wearing a red

coat and a black skirt.

The situation was very strange

to me, so I hid behind a tree

to see what she was doing.

Renzo got nervous and started barking.

At that moment, the woman realized

that I was spying on her.

So she left the bulk and ran.

I couldn't see her face

because it was veiled

and she wearing a black capeline.

I had a strong curiosity

so I walked toward the

bulk to see what it was.

I found the corpse of the

young woman over there.

Although I could not

see the killers face,

her appearance looks familiar to me.

I'm pretty sure I have seen her before.

"Fifteen years later,

Francesca is still missing"

"MURDERED GIRL"

"Fifteen years later,

Francesca is still missing"

Francesca, press here.

Good. Press harder...

...there... in the

middle. That's it... bravo.

Now... good.

We begin playing with

this note. That's it...

No, no that one, but...

Its this one!

No, no Francesca!

Not this one!

What, are you stupid?

Lets do it together!

Come on, begin.

And why was it filed?

The cause was open for more

than a decade, Inspector.

But despite so many

years of investigation,

we could never find the

whereabouts of the girl.

We couldn't find her captor, either.

Well, thank you very much.

- Excuse me Inspector.

- Once again, Benito?

They confirmed it to me.

The phrase belongs to the Divine Comedy.

The news of Visconti's daughter

and the phrase on the same day?

What a coincidence.

I think the letter could

be related to this case.

With Visconti's case?

It was a longtime ago.

So it seems.

Are you acquainted with the case?

This one.

I’m going to pay a visit to Visconti.

Maybe he can help us understand

the meaning of the phrase.

Try to remember and leave the file

on my desk, do you understand me?

Mommy wants to play with you...

Mr. Vittorio Visconti?

Yes.

This is Inspector

Bruno Moretti speaking.

Nice to meet you.

I need to ask you some questions.

May I speak with you for a moment?

Mr.Visconti, we are investigating

a series of murders,

that could be related

to the Divine Comedy.

The victims were found with

two coins placed on their eyes.

We know of your great

fondness for literature.

We found this letter beside

the body of the last victim.

Yes, yes...

This phrase actually belongs to

Canto III of the Divine Comedy.

The Gate of Hell.

l recited this canto in several

galas before my retirement.

The gate is the only access to the

world marked by the eternal pain.

It is the city where

the lost race inhabits.

Those who knew they were

sinning and never repented,

not even for a

moment, before they died.

To get to Hell, an obolous must

be paid to Charon the ferryman.

That is why the dead were buried

with a coin under their tongue

- or on their eyes.

- So...

is it possible that the

victims have had a dark past?

It is very likely.

Mr. Visconti...

Your explanation

has been very helpful.

We will keep in touch.

Thank you very much.

Visconti...

One last question.

Could you please tell me what

happened to your daughter, Francesca?

I’m curious to know more about the case.

Fifteen years ago, we lived with my

wife, Nina, in our previous residence.

I remember I was reading a novel

when I heard a strange sound

coming from the next room.

At first, I thought it

might be Nina or Francesca.

But, unfortunately, I was wrong.

An armed robber had entered the house.

I made a mistake in confronting him.

Alerted by the noise,

Francesca appeared.

The robber stabbed me in the spinal

cord and kidnapped my daughter.

Since that day, I was

confined this wheelchair

and despite intensive searches,

we never saw Francesca again.

"This miserable fate suffer

the wretched souls of those,

who lived without

or praise or blame"

Monday in Rome and its

surroundings areas is warm

with slightly cloudy skies,

moderate southeasterly winds

and temperatures

between 10 and 15 degrees.

Franco Mele, a young man

of 26 years old who

was admitted to the Hospital

of Locri after a tragic accident

in Calabria last week,

passed away this morning.

We interrupt this broadcast to

bring you this special report.

This morning, the city

woke up to terrible news.

A woman of twenty-eight was found

brutally murdered in the park.

Her name is Angela Stefanatto.

Last year, the girl had been investigated

for defrauding more than 200 people

through fraudulent

investment operations

using the pyramid

scheme called "Ponzi".

Who cares Benito? Roma sucks...

Hello, who is this?

Inspector Moretti...

Because of your ineffectiveness,

this city is plagued with sinners

who corrupt society.

We must stay away from

the path of sinners

and clearly you are not

doing anything helpful at all.

But do not worry...

I will take care of those poor souls.

Hello? Hello?

Renzo?

Renzo?

Renzo?

Mommy wants to play with you.

Mommy wants to play with you.

Mommy wants to play with you.

Mommy wants to play with you.

Same message again, Inspector.

Two coins on the eyes and a letter.

Dammit, another letter...

Fingerprints?

None so far.

It seems that the murderer

is very meticulous

or wears gloves

in each of his crimes.

Who is the lady?

She is the witness,

who saw the murderer

leaving the corpse in the park.

Unlike previous victims, the

witness had no criminal record.

We believe he killed her for

having seen him at the park.

I doubt it.

If this were the case,

the killer would be abandoning

his "modus operandi".

The experts found this

white substance in the yard.

We think it could have entered the

house through the killers footwear.

Since we searched

all over the place,

we could not find any more of it.

Take it to the lab and

bring me the results

as soon as they are ready.

Yes, Inspector.

Francesca, is that you?

My love, is that you?

Are you here with me?

Have you returned?

Dear B.

I am pleased to write to you

again to order more pieces

of your beautiful collection.

Since more and more wandering

shadows need to pay the trip

across the majestic River Acheron.

On this occasion, I would

like to buy two pairs of coins

for a very special job.

As an incentive, I will make you an

offer your consciousness will not refuse.

For every coin, I will pay three times

the value from the previous orders.

In case you decide

to accept the offer

I will await your

shipment at the usual address.

Yours sincerely...

Ferocia lluminata.

Good news for lovers of classical music.

On Saturday, the renowned

pianist Giovanni Bianco

will give a new concert

at the city's Theater.

This marks the return of Bianco

after five years of inactivity,

due to the tragic car accident

in which his wife lost her life.

After the unfortunate incident, in which

the pianist lost control of the vehicle

and crashed into a truck coming

from the opposite direction.

Bianco decided to retire.

The artist returns this Saturday

to delight us with his music.

We wish him every success.

Doctor Laforte.

Good morning.

How can I help you, Detective?

We found this white substance

at the crime scene

of the last victim.

We believe it may be

related to the murderer.

We need you to analyze

it as soon as possible.

You are always with something new...

I have enough work to do, but I'll do my

best to give top priority to this issue.

I’ll call you as soon

as the results are ready.

Who is it?

Who's there?

Who is it?

Mommy wants to play with you.

Mommy wants to play with you.

Mommy wants to play with you.

Mommy wants to play with you.

Mommy wants to play with you.

Mommy wants to play with you.

Mommy wants to play with you.

Mommy wants to pl...

Mommy wants to play with you.

The situation is getting

out of hand, Detective.

Three unsolved murders in one week.

What do we know about the victim?

It is Mr. Giovanni Bianco,

the renowned pianist.

He was killed in the theater during a

preliminary rehearsal for his concert.

It was to be his

return after five years.

He hadn't played since

the death of his wife.

Bring me the pictures that were found.

Alright.

There is no doubt that the murderer

had been studying Bianco for a while.

This time, he didn't leave a note.

But instead, we found this illustration.

These are Paolo and Francesca.

Characters immortalized as

a symbol of adultery and lust

in Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy.

In Canto V: Inferno,

Dante tells this story

in which lovers remain together

in the circle of the lustful.

Punishment has come to them,

but love endures in hell.

Paolo and Francesca were lovers.

Francesca's husband

decided to kill them.

According to some of our sources,

Bianco was having a fight

with his wife

for his alleged infidelity when

the accident happened.

Distracted by the discussion,

Bianco lost control of the vehicle

and crashed into a truck

coming from the opposite direction.

His wife was taken to hospital,

but died within the following days.

From that moment, the

pianist was flooded

by a sense of guilt and was

inactive for a long time.

Your turn.

Some people say Bianco's

lover could be his assistant.

And where is the assistant?

Who is she?

Hello, Father.

I want to confess.

Two people have died because of me.

Sorry, what did you say?

We were very close this time, Inspector.

Indeed, the victim

was Bianco's assistant.

Being close is not enough, Detective.

We must catch the killer

as soon as possible.

He is laughing in our faces,

and the press keeps criticizing us.

I knew it...

I knew it, Benito.

If the killings continue, we

will have to look for another job.

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

Autopsy number two

hundred and thirty one.

Young woman, between

25 and 30 years old.

Good physical shape. Now I understand

why the pianist got into so much trouble.

The body has a puncture wound in the right

ear caused by the entry of a sharp object,

that made the eardrum burst

and caused the internal bleeding.

The fingerprints report states,

that a fingerprint was found in

one of the currencies

picked at the crime scene.

The aforementioned print

is attached to this report

for comparison with.

Vittorio...

Vittorio...

Come with me.

I have a couple of briefs for you.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Mommy wants to play with you.

Mommy wants to play with you.

Mommy wants to play with you.

Mommy wants to play with you.

Mommy wants to play with you.

Mommy wants to play with you.

Police sources have just confirmed

that Detective Benito Succo,

belonging to the Homicide Division,

was found dead last night in his house.

Police believes that it

could be a case of suicide.

But the most shocking finding

is that the deceased

could be the ferocious killer that has been

lurking around the city for several weeks.

At Succos house, there was found

a large collection of coins

that according to a confidential source

could be the same ones

the murderer would use

in his crimes to place in

the eyes of his victims.

At the site, there was also found a lot

of material related to the Divine Comedy,

which would have "inspired"

Succo to commit the murders.

Let us remember that

the double murder of

the famous pianist Giovanni Bianco and

of his former assistant Isabella Nocetti

took place only a few days ago, an

event that shocked the artistic world.

Apparently, Mr. Succo committed

suicide by injecting himself

a lethal amount of a

fast-acting barbiturate,

that prevents breathing and

then leads to cardiac arrest.

This incident represents a new

setback to the local police, which has

been questioned for years for its

inefficiency and its acts of corruption.

Inspector...

I played pool with my right hand,

because I was useless

with my left hand.

Hello?

- Inspector Moretti?

Yes, who is this?

This is Dr. Laforte speaking.

The results are ready.

These words, their aspect was obscure,

I read inscribed above a gateway.

and I said: Master...

Through me the way into

the suffering city...

...through me the way

to the eternal pain...

...through me the way

that runs among the lost.

Justice urged on my high artificer...

Nina, it’s time for your medication.

Damn bitch.

Here you are, Inspector.

Thank you very much.

THE DIVINE COMEDY

PURGATORY MOUNTAIN

But how?

268... 271...

That's it!

I’ll call you later.

I need to know who were the

last persons who took this book.

Ok, let me just check.

Here is the record card.

Nina Visconti...

This is Dr. Laforte speaking.

The results are ready.

The chemical compound found

in the crime scene is UREA.

A powerful fertilizer that is applied to

the soil and provides nitrogen to plants.

Francesca?

Where is Francesca?

What did you do to her?

Where is she?

Where is she?

Mommy wants to play with you.

Mommy wants to play with you.

Mommy wants to play with you.

Mommy wants to play with you.

Mommy wants to play with you.

Mommy wants to play with you.

Mommy wants...

Why?

Wh...

These words, their aspect was obscure,

I read inscribed above a gateway...

...and I say: Master, their

meaning is difficult for me.

and he to me, as one who comprehends...

Here one must leave

behind all hesitation.

Here every cowardice

must meet its death.

For we have reached the

place of which I spoke...

...where you will see

the miserable people...

...those who have lost

the good of the intellect.

And then, with gladness in his face, he

placed his upon my own, to comfort me...

...he drew me in among

the hidden things.

Here sighs and lamentations...

...and loud cries were echoing

across the starless air...

...so that, as soon

as I set out, I wept.

Strange utterances,

horrible pronouncements...

...accents of anger,

words of suffering...

...and voices shrill and

faint, and beating hands...

...all went to make a

tumult that will whirl...

...forever through that

turbid, timeless air...

...like the sand...

...that eddies when a whirlwind...

...swirls.