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Bea!

THE LAW ACCORDING TO LIDIA POËT

It matches Carlo Pancaldi's fingerprint.

Nobody move! Hold it!

- I didn't wanna kill Attila. I loved him.
- We know.

They'll come for me.

Stop looking for them
or they'll come for you too.

- No!
- No!

Carlo!

Carlo.

No.

- Don't, darling.
- Carlo.

- Carlo's not coming back.
- Carlo.

Be quiet.

- Look what I have for you. Look.
- Carlo.

Look.

Have you lost your mind?

- Sorry.
- You're nuts!

I couldn't help myself. Sorry.

What are you doing here at Carlo's?

I could ask you the same.

The prosecutor won't look into it,

but I want to know who's behind
the deaths of Attila and Carlo Pancaldi.

So did you find anything?

Carlo gave me
all of Attila's notebooks except this one.

This is coming with me.

I just want to take a look at it.

Enrico said to steer clear of you,
and I don't want to upset him.

All right,
but don't come asking me for help later.

I don't need any help. Don't worry.

After you.

Pardon me.

It's okay.

And

say hello to Enrico for me.

7 JULY
1 PM - SENATOR CRAVERO

Where have you been?

At dinner with Jacopo.

Then we went to his place
and gave ourselves up to wild abandon.

May I?

Sorry, Teresa.

The daughter of a dear friend of mine
has been arrested.

She's only 16.

On what charge?

Murder.

The girl attends
Daughters of the Fatherland College.

An eyewitness claims
she poisoned her classmate's tea.

"An eyewitness claims"?

Was the girl seen
pouring poison into the cup or...

No, she wasn't seen pouring poison...

It's a mistake.
I've known Laura since she was a baby.

She'd never do such a thing.

Then we'll prove
that it was a misunderstanding.

Thank you.

This one got returned.

Wrong address.

For the record, I liked Andrea.

Maybe he'll write to you again.

JUVENILE DETENTION CENTRE

Did you prepare the tea?

Yes, I was in the dining hall.

I put the kettle on.

Was there anyone else with you
at the time?

The headmistress.

But she was only there briefly
before I went to Beatrice.

Were you friends?

Did you ever argue?

Never? Not once?

Just once.

Some time ago,
Beatrice told me she'd met a boy.

A soldier.

What was his name?

Matteo Barenghi.

He was persistent,

and she was confused.

I know soldiers aren't serious.

I didn't want her to ruin her life,
so I told her parents.

I thought it was the right thing.

Did Beatrice feel betrayed by this?

Is that why you had a fight?

Yes. At first.

Then she realized
I was only looking out for her.

That boy had no serious intentions.

And we made up.

We found a mortar and pestle
in your client's room.

On both, we found residue of wolfsbane,

a yellow flower with a very pungent smell
that, when crushed...

When crushed into powder
and dissolved in water, it becomes deadly.

I'm familiar.

According to the coroner,
it's the poison that killed Beatrice.

We also found traces of it
on the teacup she drank from.

Given this, and the testimony of the girl
who was painting in the garden,

Ms. Sofia Bonacorsi,

I'd say the case is open and shut.

Open and shut, but without a motive.

That'll come out during the investigation.

In the meantime,

if you want to talk to the headmistress
of the school, Maria Pia Cantiani,

she has already been informed.

What can I say, Mr. Prosecutor?

We're not accustomed
to such useful assistance.

I work in the service
of truth and justice.

Good luck.

I've read about you, Ms. Poët.

I find nothing admirable
in a woman who wants to live like a man.

No, not like a man.
Being a free woman would be enough.

- We have a mission here, miss.
- Mm-hmm.

To teach girls the values of our homeland

so they in turn
can educate the Italians of the future.

That is why we cannot afford a scandal.

Ms. Cantiani, a girl died.

And another is now in prison.

Concentrate on this, not public opinion.

Beatrice was a wonderful girl.

Losing her has been
the hardest part of all of this.

Are these her classmates?

Only four of them were at the school.
The others were with their families.

I'd like to talk to them in private.

Why in private?

I hope you don't view me as a suspect.

Should I?

The only thing I care about
is the well-being of the girls.

Me too. That's why I didn't call them
into the prosecutor's office.

You don't have the authority to do so.

But I do.

And if you don't let us talk to them,
I'll be forced to follow protocol.

- Well done.
- Thank you.

- But I'll handle it.
- Why?

Laura and Beatrice were best friends.

Yes. Best friends.

Of course.

But come on,
none of you ever saw them arguing?

All I know is they loved each other.

Laura wouldn't hurt a fly.

What can you tell me
about Headmistress Cantiani?

She was in the dining hall, too,
so she could have poisoned the tea.

I don't think so.

I mean, I can't be entirely sure,
but Ms. Cantiani would never...

She would never do such a thing.

- Why would she?
- She wouldn't.

But they did have a strange relationship.

The headmistress was nicer to her
than she was to the rest of us.

She recently called her
into her office to reprimand her.

But instead of punishing her,

she had her moved to another room.

The one overlooking the garden.

All right, girls, thank you.

Should I need anything else,

can I count on you?

We'd do anything for Laura, Ms. Poët.

They're not reliable witnesses.

They're used to not trusting anyone
and put up walls to protect their secrets.

They're also too close to Laura.

And they're smart enough
to blame the headmistress.

At least we have a lead to follow.

The witness, Sofia,
is the only one who seems sincere.

- That's why the others are shunning her.
- Where's the stagecoach?

Are you listening to me?

Yes.

We can't trust these girls,
and now I have to figure it out.

No, you have to find information
about the soldier Laura told us about.

Matteo Barenghi.

Fine. But now I have to run.
I'll see you at home later.

- Where are you going?
- Driver!

I'm going to my tailor.

If I don't get there in time,
Teresa will kill me.

Did you forget our plans tonight?

Piazza Statuto. As fast as you can.

Be on time, and don't embarrass us.

On time.

And what is the legal counterpart
to all these oppressive restrictions?

It's ridiculous.

Give women the vote!

...when civil and political rights
are completely ignored...

- Come in. We're just getting started.
- No. I only need two minutes of your time.

You and I are getting together Friday.
You can't say no, okay?

You have a strange way of asking.

Prime Minister Depretis
will be having dinner at our house.

If you convince him to listen to you,
everyone else will too.

It's your chance
to talk to him about your law.

Are you worried?

Don't be. It'll go really well.

What about you?
What did you want to ask me?

This notebook belonged
to the Gazette journalist

who died a few days ago.

- Attila Brusaferro.
- Yes.

Of course.

I hate to ask, Anna,
but I have to because here it says

that he and your husband met up
two days before the murder.

Yes. And there's more.

He came to our house for lunch.

He wanted Filippo to validate
certain rumours about Mr. Juvara.

For us, slandering a political rival
is reprehensible.

So we said no.

- Have you lost your keys, miss?
- No. But I did forget something.

What's happening tonight?

The party at Duke Marchisio's.

Your dress is on the bed.
I pressed it for you.

- Albertina!
- Oh no.

Coming!

Oh, Enrico! Wouldn't it be better
if I stayed here to work?

I'd love to leave you at home,
but unfortunately, we're a family.

I asked around about that soldier.

Matteo Barenghi, born in Genoa in 1867,

artilleryman, stationed in Turin
for about a year. I'm good, huh?

Voilà. I can't do it.

- What is this thing?
- Can we talk to this soldier?

I put in a formal request,
but it'll take a while.

- At least a week.
- A week?

Darling, you're beautiful.

Thank you, Dad.

You are too.

- Yes, but your bow tie is badly tied.
- Yeah.

How's Laura?

A bit stressed, but...

- Let's not be late tonight.
- Of course, darling.

Great.

You're the only one not ready. Move it!

Coming.

- Albertina, my gloves!
- No, she has to dress me first.

- You know we're late, yes?
- I know.

- You know we're late because of you?
- I know. Now shut up and help me.

Sorry.

Right, "sorry."
We've been waiting 20 minutes.

Mr. Jacopo! You scared me to death.
What are you doing in Ms. Lidia's room?

She stole something from me.
I'll just find it and get out.

If the lawyer finds out I let you in...

You didn't. You didn't even see me.
Now, please get out.

- Do you need anything?
- I don't need anything. Get out.

- Are you sure?
- I'm sure. Get out.

I want to read Marx's Capital again
when we get home.

- What'd you expect? They're nobles.
- No!

- You don't say. Really?
- Lidia, spare us the sarcasm.

We're here for Marianna.

Finally, a ray of sunshine. I felt lost.

Thank you for submitting to this torture.

Do you know my father, the duke?

Good evening.

It's an honour, Your Grace.

And Marianna's aunt, Lidia Poët.

Ah, the female lawyer.
I've very much wanted to meet you.

I'm unique in that respect,

but I hope more will follow.

- Heavens no. God forbid!
- Right, of course.

Funny, that's the same thing
perpetrators say

when they find out
my sister's investigating them.

Well, then, I leave you in good hands.

Farewell.

Please excuse me.
Margherita requires my assistance.

Did you also get the feeling
he was looking down on us,

or was it just me?

Is that really the queen?

No, Enrico.
Royals use doubles for social events.

Come, darling.

Let's show the duke
and his distinguished guests

what a waltz really looks like.

Sorry.

"There are women
who aspire not to marriage,

nor to family,
nor to the caring of children."

Mr. Jacopo, I made you coffee.
Corretto, just the way you like it.

Thank you, Albertina.

But

I think I'll just leave.

Albertina?

Where is everybody?

Amazing!

Incredible!

Ladies and gentlemen, a round of applause

for the artillerymen
of the Fifth Regiment,

who have brightened our summer sky.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

That wasn't a double.

That really was the queen.

Now, if you'll all follow me.

My wife is waiting for us
for the Great Challenge.

Exactly.

I was thinking precisely that.

It's a game we used to play in Schoenberg.

You split into two teams.
Or rather, two rows.

One here and one there. If you will.

The show was magnificent. Well done.
I hope they offered you drinks.

- Unfortunately, we're on duty.
- No.

The duke specifically asked me
to bring you some cognac.

We wouldn't want to disappoint him.

I call number... five!

To the Fifth Regiment!

To the duke!

This is gonna knock us out flat.

Possibly.

Before we continue,
I want to confess something.

I'm actually here because I have a friend.

He's in the artillery unit,
and I'd like to see him again.

Unfortunately, I don't know
how to find him.

His name's Matteo Barenghi.
Maybe you know him?

We're not good enough for you?

Yes, perhaps. Another round?

- Another round.
- Of course.

Have at it.

Gentlemen.

Pardon me.

Okay, now...

Oh, very interesting.

Number seven.

Well done, Duke. Congratulations!

Don't worry, Lawyer.
I'm sure you're quicker in court.

The lawyer's too slow!

And now... number three.

Good.

Don't tell me you're a waiter here,
because I don't buy it.

No. The waiter's a friend.

He lent me his uniform
because I knew you'd be here.

I wanted to talk to you.

About what?

How you regret leaving me by letter?

To tell you that I still love you.

Then why did you leave me?

You'd have got tired of me, Marianna.

Look at you.

This is your world.

And I had nothing to offer you.

- Why do you sound like my father?
- But I was wrong.

I can offer you one thing.

It won't be the wealth these people have.

It'll be the promise
to not leave you again as long as I live.

Okay, so this bottle isn't finished yet.

You can't go back to your barracks
until it's empty.

If it were up to me, I'd stay all night.

Don't encourage her, lads.

You must have noticed
she's completely insane.

Look who it is.
Were you also invited by the duke?

No. I came to take back
what you stole from me.

- Come on.
- Your heart?

Why are you getting
these good soldiers drunk?

Because I want to know
where one of their comrades is.

But these guys
have a very strict moral code

and won't tell me.

Tell me, fellas, does your moral code
allow you to drink on duty?

The young lady insisted.

She thought it'd get us to talk.

No. She did it
to blackmail you with your commander.

Oh, yes.

She seems angelic,
but she's actually cunning and vengeful.

- Oh, stop.
- See?

You're flattering me.

Anyway, I'd have managed
even without your help.

I tricked them,
made them drink, got them into trouble...

Okay, Lidia. Where is Attila's notebook?

- You've lost it already?
- Lidia, I know you took it.

Enrico!

If he sees us together, he'll kill us.

Give it to me and clear off.

On the count of three,
I'm going to say hello to him. One. Two.

- Jacopo, you're so childi...
- Three.

All right!

And I'm the vengeful one.

- Thanks.
- Bye.

Bye.

Enrico!

How did the competition go?

You're drunk?

A little.

But, listen,
I spoke to three very nice artillerymen,

and tomorrow we have an appointment
with Matteo Barenghi.

Want a round of applause?

I deserve one.

The school keeps a close eye on the girls.

How would you get together?

Beatrice was clever.

She always knew
how to get what she wanted.

Let's just say she found a way to...

so the headmistress wouldn't bother her.

Is that so? Were they friends?

Not friends per se.

The headmistress once wrote a postcard
that was somewhat suggestive,

and Beatrice encouraged her
to write increasingly more explicit ones

until...

Using them to blackmail her
never crossed her mind.

The Carabinieri didn't find
any postcards, I think.

Because I have them.

"Blissed as deities on high"

"He sees thy wondrous sight
Thy eyes a radiant light"

"A rapturous witness"

Sappho.

The translation's a bit outdated,
but still very beautiful.

The others are far more explicit.

Beatrice was blackmailing you.

If this exchange had been made public,
there'd have been a scandal.

You would have lost everything.

Your job, your beloved school. Everything.

That's why you killed her.

Beatrice was not of this world.

I'd never felt this way before.

I knew it was the beginning of the end.

I tried.

God only knows how I tried to resist.

They were just fantasies.

I wouldn't have gone further.

She started blackmailing me.

I let her do what she wanted.

See that soldier,
have the keys to the front gate,

even move to a new room
overlooking the garden.

She made ridiculous demands of me

for the pleasure of watching me suffer.

Despite that,
you never stopped loving her.

I know you have no reason to believe me...

but I would never hurt her.

Are your classmates avoiding you?

No, we all get along here.

Sure.

Unless you get a friend in trouble.

Listen.

The other girls
immediately blamed Ms. Cantiani.

You saw her there in the dining hall.

All that's left is for you to say
you saw her put poison into the cup.

I can't give false testimony.

You hate Laura that much?

No. I have nothing against Laura.

I swear.

But the truth is,

Beatrice and Laura hated each other.

Why?

Because of that soldier.

Matteo.

Laura also had a crush on him.

Then, when Beatrice started courting him,

Laura became incredibly jealous.

She told Beatrice's parents everything.

They decided to pull her out of school
and lock her up in a convent.

She was to leave the next day.

Instead, she died.

- May I?
- Sure.

That morning,

Beatrice asked me
to do a sketch of the front of the school.

Just as a souvenir.

Which was Beatrice's room?

This was her new room.

Okay, Sofia. Thank you.

Do you believe me?

You're the only one I've always believed.

Why didn't you tell us
you were jealous of Beatrice?

If I had told you,
my parents would have found out.

If you're innocent, Laura,

the truth is the only thing
that can help you, that can help us.

So please explain to me
why you were in Beatrice's room that day.

She'd invited me.

For a moment,
I thought she wanted to patch things up.

Instead, she asked me to prepare tea,
then she kicked me out.

She said I'd never be rid of her.

There are two possibilities.

The first is that Laura did indeed do it.

She was jealous of her friend
and decided to poison her.

No. That's impossible.

But she lied to us.

Because she was afraid of her parents.

She's just a young girl.

But the headmistress...

Beatrice was blackmailing her.

This would be the second possibility.

But it's unlikely.

The headmistress would have had to
poison the cup before Laura made tea.

So?

So I don't know.

I still don't have all the details.
It's getting late. I need to get dressed.

I can't always fucking know everything.

Here.

Well?

Nothing.

There are dozens and dozens
of dates, addresses, names.

Watch the cup.

Fuck!

Move this.

Cesare, what's written
on the page dated June 7th?

Seven...

The June 7th page is missing.

Carlo must have torn it out.

APPOINTMENT WITH

"Nitti's Bookshop."

"Tintori Street."

Should we go?

Get our coats.

Seated is Prime Minister Depretis.

To his right is Magliani,

the finance minister.

A little to the left, the long beard.

Our mayor.

- I take it you know him?
- Yes. I know him.

The gentleman sitting and chatting away,

looking a bit lost,
is the president of the Supreme Court.

Wonderful. I can let him know
what I think of him.

Okay, no.

First rule.

Never tell anyone what you think.

The second is to speak in a low voice.
And the third is to always smile.

I'm going to call Filippo.

I thought the royal prosecutor
was supposed to stay out of politics.

When I heard
that you, too, would be attending,

I decided to take the risk.

You could have just asked me to dinner.

I'm kidding.

No, I meant...

I just wanted to tell you,
I read your appeal to the Supreme Court,

and I thought it was very impressive.

NITTI'S BOOKSHOP

- Hello.
- Good morning.

Excuse me, I'm looking for the owner.

Umberto Nitti, at your service.

Oh, good.

If you're here for the presentation,
you're early.

I wanted to know
if you've ever seen this man.

His name is Attila Brusaferro.

He used to come here from time to time.
That poor journalist who...

Sir, what should we do with these?

I'll be right over.
Start moving them over there.

You were saying?

I would love to help you,
but now's not a good time.

If you could come back.

Tomorrow morning?

Monday would be better.

If you'll excuse me.

Of course.

- You amazed me the other day.
- Really?

Not many know
all the ways one can use wolfsbane.

I must have read
Dr. Plenk's manual three or four times.

Then I lost it when I last moved.

- Ms. Poët?
- Yes.

Please don't avoid me with your eyes.

I assure you
I have nothing against you personally.

The same goes for me.

I wasn't avoiding your eyes though.

We obviously couldn't grant
your admission to the bar.

I'm sure even you understand this.

But we all greatly appreciated
the reverence and enthusiasm

with which you made your effort.

Unfortunately, the law is the law.
It's up to politicians to change it.

And indeed we will, Mr. President.

I hope so.

I just hope to be retired by then.

Oh, was that a joke?

I'm afraid I didn't get it.

If I've offended you,
I ask your forgiveness.

Please, gentlemen.

This is a sensitive topic
for the distinguished young lady.

And ultimately,

there are more important things
to talk about.

Sure.

We could talk about the weather.

Or the excellent Barbera d'Asti
that was served to us. Right?

I was thinking more
about our efforts in Eritrea.

The expansion of suffrage.

The excellence of our government.

I've really only stated a simple truth.

That there is always something
more important than women's rights.

Even the most enlightened men
of our nation,

the most progressive of politicians,
are ultimately still men,

born to privilege,

and indifferent to the fate
of those who have never had rights.

You're so proud of expanding suffrage.

Sure. Today, two million people
have the right to vote.

Our country has
a population of 30 million.

Half of them are women.

So...

Anna, Senator, I thank you very much
for listening to my ideas,

but it is clear
that our efforts are doomed to failure.

If I may, I'm going to step outside.

What's wrong, darling?
Why aren't you eating?

You've seemed upset with me
since last night.

You don't think I should be?

It didn't go too badly
with Paolo's parents, did it?

Did you tell Lorenzo to leave me?

Lorenzo who?

The gardener?

- Why bring him up?
- Don't lie.

I'm not lying to you.

Who told you this nonsense?

I saw him at the dance.
Why don't you tell me the truth?

Marianna, I have no idea
what you're talking about.

I'm the one who talked to Lorenzo.

What did you do?

I didn't threaten him.

I didn't blackmail him.

I simply offered him money.

Which he accepted.

If he really loved you,
he would've rejected it.

Want to know how much you're worth to him?

Don't look at me like that.

I did what was best for everyone.

Why didn't you tell me?

Would you have let me do it?

After everything my father did.

After everything my sister went through.

You don't know what it is
to marry the wrong man.

And you do?

I married the right man.

Anna, forgive me.

Forgive me. I made a mess of things.

No, it's okay.

At least you didn't swear.

Well, it was an experience.

A front-row seat
to your political suicide.

To my...?

Enrico, I've figured it out.

Lidia, please.
Right now, I don't think I can...

No, please, listen to me and focus.

First, Beatrice moved to a new room
a few days before she died.

But if she was going to a convent,
what was the point of moving?

None.

Second.

Beatrice asked Sofia
to draw the front of the school for her,

as a souvenir.

But we know this place
was full of jealousy and spite,

and there was nothing beautiful
for her to remember.

So that in itself is strange.

That same day,
Beatrice asked Laura to make her tea.

After she made her the tea,
Beatrice kicked her out.

Didn't say a word.

So?

Put yourself in the shoes
of someone like Beatrice.

A young woman in love,
proud, self-confident,

who suddenly loses everything.

Her parents are sending her to a convent.

It's a secluded community.
She knows she's never getting out.

You'd have killed yourself.

Exactly.

Well, Counsellor,
your hypothesis is... fascinating.

But without evidence...

The locket you found
among the victim's belongings,

do you have it here?

- Yes.
- Can I see it?

Here.

Do you remember Dr. Plenk's technique?

Wolfsbane turns red on contact...

With saline solutions.

Exactly. So if I'm not mistaken...

Beatrice poured poison into her own cup.

But before doing so,

she wanted revenge
on the person who ruined her life.

Laura.

Depretis is absolutely right.

If women could run for office,

I would vote for you too.

When did he say that?

Didn't you read
this morning's interview in the Gazette?

"Last night, I was honoured
to meet a young woman named Lidia Poët."

"Many people know her story."

"And the humiliations she had to endure."

"But few know of her ideas."

"She fights for a revolution
we can no longer afford to put off,

giving equal rights
to those who've never had them."

"Counsellor Poët's ability
to call out vanity and pride

should serve as the model
for we who govern this glorious nation."

YOU WERE RIGHT,
IT WAS EASIER TO INVITE YOU TO DINNER

PIERLUIGI FOURNEAU

PLENK
PHYSIOLOGY AND PATHOLOGY OF PLANTS

The prime minister
was very impressed by your speech.

And I'm very mortified, Senator.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

We have more important things
to think about.

If women could run for office,

lovers of progress and freedom
would vote for you.

So we asked ourselves,

"Who is the closest person to Lidia Poët?"

And Anna had a great idea.

No. Not for all the money in the world.

Enrico, listen.

I'm a little sceptical too.

But, look, it really is an honour.

Yes, I'm very honoured, but no.

- Marianna's gone to live with Jacopo.
- What?

Her wardrobe's empty.

What's happened this time?

Teresa

paid Lorenzo

to end their relationship.

To disappear from her life.

Judge me when you have children.

No, Teresa. I think I can do that now.

- I'll get her. This time, he'll listen.
- Enrico, don't.

I think it's better... if Lidia goes.

You two created this mess,
and you expect me to fix it?

Let me remind you
that you told me never to see Jacopo.

I have other things to do.

If you help us,

I could try
to take your proposal into consideration.

Really?

I'm not saying I'd agree to it.
I'm saying I'd try to consider it.

ANNUAL REPORT - BANK OF TURIN
YEAR 1882

All right. Have a nice evening.

Good evening.

FINANCIAL STATEMENT

"Umberto Nitti,

secretary to head manager,
Antonio Juvara."

Go!

What's happening? Who's there?

How is she?

She's very angry.

My sister went too far.

I agree.

No. I'm not going back.

I don't ever want to see her again.

Marianna, I can't go back without you.

I must take you, dead or alive.

You're welcome to stay.

Uncle gave me a room.

Why not sleep here with me?

Look, there are so many reasons,
I don't even know where to start.

Did you hear that?

Stay here.