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What are you doing alone at night? Huh?

Come on, leave her alone.

I'm sorry. It's just you. You scared me.

THE LAW ACCORDING TO LIDIA POËT

Sir, another girl's been stabbed.
She's the third.

Let me see.

No, calm down.

Can you manage?

May I know what you're doing?

I'm making breakfast.

Why is Auntie still here?

We talked all night.

And she agrees with me.

Good.

So you're going to marry the gardener.

I'm in love with Paolo.
The problem is Mum.

Can we change the subject?

Cesare told me
about this bookseller, Nitti.

Why are we interested in him?

I want to know why my brother died.

If the solicitor can help us...

This Nitti, before opening the bookshop,

was Juvara's secretary
at the Bank of Turin.

So Attila probably met him
as part of his investigation.

I'll ask him tonight.
I'm going to meet him.

Can I come too?

I'd like to go alone.

So, dear niece,
you were telling me about this decision?

Could you tell me
exactly what it consists of?

The good news is that Marianna
is deeply in love with Paolo.

She won't call off the engagement.
In fact, she can't wait to get married.

And the bad news?

- No. Why? There isn't...
- You started with the good news.

Because there's even better news.

She'll be at the lunch
you planned for the Dukes of Marchisio,

and she won't say anything
that might embarrass you. She promised me.

- Of course.
- That would be her style.

I knew she'd understand.
I only wanted to protect her.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

You've been a great help.
Now, if you'd let her in.

Who?

Isn't she outside?

- No. That's the bad news.
- And there it is.

If I may, Enrico,
what you and Teresa did was really...

- I didn't do anything!
- Oh, I'm the scourge of the family, right?

- No, dearest love.
- Of course.

Your intentions were good.

Are you done?

What you and Teresa did
was absolutely disgraceful.

And it'll be a miracle if you win back
even a shred of Marianna's trust.

Expecting her to come home
means you still have no idea what you did.

Marianna needs time.

And maybe even an apology.

Five days.

But you're staying with her.

Why? No. Why should I?

A girl of good standing
can't be left in a house full of men.

If she's with her aunt,
it would be acceptable.

Frankly, I'd rather
Lidia didn't spend time there.

Lidia is a grown woman.
She doesn't have a reputation to maintain.

- Thank you.
- No, thank you, Lidia.

Not to mention the city is full
of criminals murdering women.

Knowing you're with my daughter
is reassuring.

And I'm sure
Jacopo will understand. Right?

All right.

- Do as Teresa says.
- Can I refuse?

- No.
- No.

- And as far as Jacopo is concerned...
- I know. No contact.

Yes.

Can I at least know if you've accepted
the nomination to the Chamber?

One thing at a time, Lidia.

Let's focus on bringing Marianna home,

then we'll think about it.

Piedmont Gazette!

Special edition!

Brutal murder in Turin!

Solicitor Poët.

I'd like to talk to you for a minute
if you have time.

- Of course.
- And disregard my dinner invitation.

I had a lapse in judgement.

Not too unforgivable.

I'd like to ask a few questions
about an old client of yours,

Azzurra Mondello,

who was investigated
for the murder of Achille Castelnuovo.

Of course. I remember.

Has she been arrested again?

No. Unfortunately,
it's something more serious.

There have been
two other murders like this.

Same weapon.

Same wound in the abdomen.

Do you think
they were killed by the same person?

I don't know.

All I know is
these women have nothing in common.

They didn't know each other.
They're different ages.

They have different physical features.

But the murder weapon is the same.

Either the same or very similar.

Miss, as you must have realised,

I greatly admired
the way you solved your last case.

Thank you.

And I hope you'll once again
be able to see a connection,

one that unfortunately eludes me.

Are you asking me to collaborate
with the prosecutor's office?

It would be an informal collaboration,
and only for a limited time.

Wait till I tell my brother.

No, please. I must ask you
to keep this strictly confidential.

I could never officially involve him.

Remember the Verzeni case?

He killed 11 women. Of course I remember.

When I was in university,

Prof. Lombroso devoted
several lectures to that case.

Maybe he can give us insight
into the mind of a multiple murderer.

Prof. Lombroso thanks you
for your contribution to our study

on the brain structure of women.

When your number is called,

you can come in.

No. The young lady's with me, Dr. Carena.
We have an appointment with the professor.

I beg your pardon, Mr. Prosecutor.
I'm mortified.

No. Don't be.

In fact, if there's time,
you can take my measurements as well.

We would be honoured.

Please follow me.

I hope you've changed your mind
about me, Miss Poët.

I've never had a negative opinion of you.

In fact, your discourse
on the male criminal is a work of genius.

But I believe your mindset is too open
to accept such a strict connection

between certain physical traits
and criminal behaviour.

You haven't lost your tendency
to candidly speak your mind.

What can I help you with?

You've probably heard
of the three brutal murders

that occurred these last few days.

Well, we have reason to think
that the murderer is the same man.

Like in the Verzeni case?

Exactly. And it was Miss Poët
who pointed out this similarity.

We'd like to understand
what criteria Verzeni used

to choose his victims, if any.

Yes, his victims
had physical characteristics in common.

Red hair.

Freckles like his mother,
who had abused him from an early age.

Our victims, however,
display no obvious similarities.

In that case,
I'm afraid Miss Poët was hasty

in suggesting similarities
between the two cases.

After all, it's well known
that impulsiveness is typical

of the weaker sex.

And in this case,

Miss Poët is no exception.

NITTI'S BOOKSHOP

One moment.

I'm looking for the owner, Mr. Nitti.

You'll have to come back another day.
The boss isn't here.

What are you doing?

Who gave you permission to come in?

No. I have an appointment with the owner,
and you're robbing him.

Mr. Nitti's disappeared.

He owes me a month's salary.
I'm sure you understand.

He just disappeared without a word?

Nothing. Not even a note.

And, forgive me.

If you could stand for a second.

Kind of you.

Have you ever seen this man?

His name is Attila Brusaferro.

Yes, I think so.

Not long ago,
he came in around closing time.

I'd never seen him before,

but I could tell
Mr. Nitti was expecting him.

Then he sent me to the back.

Do you know if he bought anything?

Did they just talk?

He had a big pile of money
in a travel bag.

Then I saw him leaving with two books.

- What books?
- I don't know.

They must have been old.

Thanks a lot.

You can continue stealing.

I'm not stealing.

Sure.

Mr. Juvara.

They didn't take it well?

We're not playing games here.
We can't afford mistakes like these.

Nitti ran off,
and there's no trace of the documents.

Yes, but those two
are still looking for them.

Do I have to kill them?

Not yet.

Keep looking.

And keep an eye on them.

Well, our father was a collector.

Attila never had enough money
for such things.

I don't think
he was interested in old books.

Then why did he buy them?

Please, Cesare,
stimulate that grey matter a bit, come on.

Nitti was Juvara's secretary
at the Bank of Turin.

Attila gives him a lot of money

in exchange for books
he wasn't interested in.

You don't...

Please, niece.

Give me a little satisfaction.

Maybe Nitti gave him the old books,

but something else was inside.

Documents Attila was willing
to pay a lot for.

And which were supposed to remain secret.

Good.

If some day you need a job,
know that Uncle Jacopo is...

What are you doing here?

How did it go with Nitti?

He fled Turin, but I'll find him.

Trust me.

What are you doing here?

Teresa's...

Don't tell me she wants you to sleep here.

If you have a tent,
I'll be happy to sleep outside.

- I don't want to bother you.
- You don't bother me.

Don't flatter yourself. Come in.

Ah, Enrico.

- Shut up.
- Yes.

Jacopo.

Sorry, I heard a noise. I got scared.

Attila's books keeping you awake?

It's Cesare's fault.
He snores like a train.

It's weird, huh?

The two of us here together again.

We were supposed to avoid each other.

Lidia.

- It's been months.
- No, of course.

I don't know. Maybe you're seeing someone.

You're asking me if I'm seeing...

Only if you want to talk about it.

Let's just say
I've decided to focus on my work.

Okay?

You?

No. Of course not.

Although lately,

I've had the strange feeling
I was being followed.

I understand.

It's because of the recent murders.

Knowing there's a man
on the loose out there...

So you think it's one man?

Why does this interest you?

Prosecutor Fourneau.

He asked me

to join the investigation informally.

Informally.

Yes.

I don't know.
I don't seem to be making any progress.

At all.

So if you happen to have any information,

hypotheses, anything at all.

Lidia, these are only rumours.

Nothing that can be published.

Also, because they concern someone
who ought to be above suspicion.

She said the questions
he asked in the confessional

were not like those priests usually ask.

Questions that I don't want to repeat
so as not to sound vulgar.

And you think
this friend of yours is reliable?

I don't know.
He told me what he had been told.

But we know
the other two victims lived nearby.

It's likely they also came here for mass.

I can't question a priest
purely based on gossip.

Did you know that my family is Waldensian?

I've always wondered how confession works.

In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Spirit, amen.

How long since your last confession?

A few years.

Actually, I'm not very devout.

My husband died, and I can't find peace.

What's your name?

Anna.

You see, Anna,

only faith can give meaning to pain
and, therefore, to death.

But I've broken the

Sixth Commandment.

You were unfaithful to your husband
when he was alive?

No. Only in...

only in my thoughts, I swear.

But I'm wracked with guilt.

Do you want to tell me
what kind of thoughts?

You're very kind, Father.
I'm sorry if I've made you uncomfortable.

I'm really ashamed.

I'd better go.

Wait.

We haven't finished.

If you'd like, we could

talk somewhere else.

Confessing here is only a formality.

You don't have to if you don't want to.

We can talk outside.

I could walk you home.

My brother is waiting for me outside.

But I could come back closer to evening.

If it's not a problem for you.

I've had trouble falling asleep lately.

Me too.

I, too, struggle to fall asleep, Anna.

It's not a problem.

It's perfect.

Thank you, Father.

My beloved darling,
could you come here a moment, please?

Everything all right?

Yes. Now, darling,
obviously, it's not about money,

but was it really necessary
to hire Chef Philippe?

He had the oysters delivered
directly from Cancale Bay.

Which is how it should be.

I don't know
how this day could get any worse.

No, there, now I know.
How wonderful. Jacopo's here too.

Yes. I wanted him to meet Paolo.

What a wonderful idea.
Thank you, Marianna. Thank you very much.

Since we're all together,
if you'd like to duel, now's the time.

Oh, I didn't bring the fencing foil.

First the house,
now you want to take my daughter?

Enrico, stop it.

Darling, we missed you so much.

We hired Chef Philippe.

- Ah.
- Yes.

You really went big.

- Yes, we spared no expense.
- No.

If you want, I can contribute.

- No, you've already contributed enough.
- Ah, boys.

They've arrived.

Albertina?

Everyone smile.

- To the future bride and groom.
- To the happy couple.

What a nice surprise.
I love Chef Philippe's dishes.

I take it, though,
that you don't have a full-time cook.

Just "Albertine".

She doesn't know much
about Italian cuisine,

but otherwise, she's fantastique.

- Well.
- She's great.

We're very happy
to meet you too, Mr. Barberis.

Founding a newspaper must be exhilarating.

Very much so, yes.

Have you been investigating
these recent crimes?

Yes.

Women shouldn't be going out on their own.

Or maybe men should never kill them.

That too.

We fooled ourselves into believing
progress would make crime disappear, but...

Unfortunately, we live in a society
that is too lenient.

And you lawyers cling to any technicality
in order to get your clients acquitted.

No, you wouldn't believe

how many innocent people are arrested
because of prejudice.

Yes. Unfortunately.

We only notice poverty
when blood starts to flow.

At that point,

we demand a swift military response,

but the causes of crime
are of a social nature, Your Grace,

and it's politicians
who should be approaching it

with more foresight, in my opinion.

- Yes, I agree.
- Good.

Unfortunately, the king has become
too distracted by Rome's beauty.

Are you laughing, Mr. Barberis?

Dad, please don't start.

Paolo, don't interrupt.

If Mr. Barberis
is opposed to the monarchy,

he should say so openly.

I'm actually

a socialist.

How's the shrimp?

- Excellent.
- Good.

Excuse me, ma'am.

I'm sorry,
but I don't want to end the discussion.

Because if our families
are destined to be united,

a convergence of views is essential.

Look, Your Grace...

We're sorry

if you got the wrong idea
about our family.

- Yes.
- Our loyalty to King Umberto is absolute.

In fact, Prime Minister Depretis
and Senator Cravero...

Prime Minister Depretis what?

Prime Minister Depretis
and Senator Cravero

have put forward my brother's candidacy
to the Chamber of Deputies.

Mr. Poët, you are an amazing man.

Yes.

- Enrico, what great news. I had no idea.
- Yes, I know.

But this lunch is for Paolo and Marianna.

I don't want to be
the centre of attention.

As if you haven't been enough already.

- Then another toast is in order.
- Yes.

Albertine, rivers of champagne!

Well done, Enrico.

Thank you for your service.

It was exceptional.

Much like the price.

That went well, didn't it?

Very well.

Our daughter hates us.

Your brother is ruining my reputation.

Lidia wants to force me
to run for the Chamber.

It couldn't be better.

If you don't want to run,
no one can force you, Enrico.

We'll tell the Marchisios
you've changed your mind.

But

if my opinion

still matters to you...

to me, it seems like a wonderful thing.

Yes, but it's not my aspiration.

It's my sister's aspiration.

She only wants me in Parliament

to support her doomed law.

I've thought about it.

About what?

Lidia's law.

Maybe she's right.

I was thinking of Marianna.

And her daughters, if she ever has any.

I'm not saying
they have to become doctors or lawyers,

but it would be nice
if they could choose to do so.

Or not.

That would be nice.

Lidia.

There's news about the bookseller.

At the station,
I found out that, two days ago,

a man named Umberto Nitti
bought a ticket to Lyon.

One-way.

Okay, no, let's forget about Nitti
and focus on the books he sold to Attila.

All right.

- Do you still have the keys to the house?
- Yes, why?

Because those books might still be there,

and it'd be better to find them
before someone else does.

Yes, I have them.
But I don't know if they changed the lock.

We'll find out. Perfect.
Tomorrow, at dawn, we'll go look for them.

I have to go.

- Lidia.
- Yes?

Did you notice
I haven't asked about your investigation?

Just make sure

you come home alive.

I'll be back
in time to make you breakfast.

- Excellent.
- You're okay?

Great, yeah.

Cesare, go to your room, go.

Go.

Here I am.

Have I kept you waiting?

No, I just got here.

Come this way.

We'll be able to speak more freely.

This way?

People can sometimes be petty.

They see a man and a woman alone,

at night, and begin to think
there must be evil afoot.

Well, if they thought badly of me,
they would be right, Father.

Are you talking about
your unclean thoughts?

What's wrong with me?

Nothing.

We're all...

weak.

One can't control certain thoughts.

Especially those that come at night,

in bed, when one is naked.

Wait.

Don't worry.

I just want to make you feel less lonely.

You're so beautiful.

Don't touch me.

Get off me.

Get off me!

Don't move!

Fabrizio Dellara, you're under arrest.

Take him to the police station
for questioning. Move it. Go.

How are you? Are you all right?

If he killed those women,

we'll make him confess.

They must be here.

- If Carlo Pancaldi didn't take them.
- No. Carlo didn't know what to look for.

That's why he got caught rummaging around.

Just like we're doing.

These are all classics.

There's Lucretius, Montaigne.

A handbook on alchemy.

No, sorry,
I don't really understand what...

I mean, what are we looking for?

Books, Cesare.
Books that contain something.

Notes, data, documents.

What is it?

What did the note say
that Attila wrote us?

"You have become an enigma to me."

SAINT AUGUSTINE
CONFESSIONS

He wasn't talking about you and me.

It's a quote from St. Augustine.

A coded message
to tell us to look for these.

So, in your opinion,
that's the book we're looking for.

Yes. This is only the first volume.

It stops

about halfway through.

I see.

And the other half?

We have to find it.

Either someone took it...

or Attila hid it.

Was there a safe in the house, Cesare?

Excuse me.

We'll find the truth.

I promise.

We could collect information
about Nitti's friends and colleagues and...

No one disappears into thin air
in two days.

We'll find him, Cesare.

Did he confess?

Only to making advances.

If you'll allow,

I can remind him of the importance
of a full and honest confession.

Lidia, it's not him.

Last night, while I was interrogating him,
another woman was killed.

Journalists are asking questions.
This story's about to become a powder keg.

Let's go to the morgue
and try to understand.

Lidia, it's useless.

There's no evidence, no witnesses.
Only four girls who died for no reason.

What's going on?

Lidia, there's a box in the drawer,

on the left.

- Lidia.
- Yes.

That one.

Give it to me.

Forgive me.

You don't have to apologise.

Unfortunately, I suffer from a

rare condition.

What kind of

condition, if I may?

The best kind for a job like this.

No certainty.

A short life, probably.

And no desire to prolong it.

But

don't worry.

I will not die in front of you.

Thank you.

If there's anything else I can do for you...

Just don't pity me.

And remind me of my duties.

And take that ribbon
off your neck immediately.

Why? Don't you like it?

On the contrary.

It might make me want to continue living.

What are these?

Those were found in the pocket
of the girl who was killed last night.

Putain.

We work with dozens of women every day.

I can't remember them all.

So you don't keep records
of the volunteers' personal details?

Absolutely not.

Everything is anonymous,
also for the safety of the girls.

Sorry, but how so?

We collect very sensitive information,
so it's best it remain confidential.

So you're telling me
there's no way to know

whether these girls
participated in your research?

That's exactly the case.

Allow me to disagree.

No, of course, I understand
you didn't collect their names,

but you must have collected
the anthropometric data of the volunteers.

That was the purpose of our research.

If I remember your lectures well,

no two people have
the exact same measurements.

Not in such
a statistically limited sample, no.

So, in order to determine
whether these women participated,

we only need to compare their measurements
to those you collected.

I'm just asking.
Maybe I'm being too impulsive again.

No, you're right.

I hadn't thought of that.

Twenty-one.

Forty-four.

SUBJECT 6/375

Thirteen.

Even Rita Salvemini is on the list.

Subject 6/375.

They're all there.

There is one more thing
these women have in common.

The victims all have cranial measurements
that denote primitivism.

So far, I have only found this trait
in 2% of cases.

Primitivism is one
of the main characteristics of murderers.

So, in your opinion,
these women were delinquents?

That's not correct.

They had a propensity for crime.

Could that be why they were killed?

If it's only 2%,
it can't be a coincidence.

How would the killer have known
such a thing?

Come on!

Check the rooms and bathroom.

Putain.

Look at this.

"Lucia Gori, 27 years old, prostitute."

Lieutenant.

Have a man collect anything here
that can be used as evidence in court.

- We need to look for this Lucia Gori now.
- All right.

I'll stay too.

If you need court evidence,
I know what to look for.

No. I can't put you in danger again.

You're not putting me in danger.
I'm the one who decided to stay.

Good evening.

- What are you doing?
- Hey!

It's not him.

Everything all right?

Poli, is everything okay?

Quiet.

Quiet.

I knew you were a woman of genius.

And I had no idea
you were a fucking maniac.

You're foul-mouthed.

Maybe before I slit your throat,
I should cut out your tongue.

Wait.

If you spare me,

I can say that you showed mercy,

and convince the judge not to hang you.

You want to be my lawyer?

What a shame.

I...

I didn't want to kill you.

You don't deserve it.

None of those women deserved it.

You're wrong.

As Prof. Lombroso always says,

the world would be a safer place
without female criminals around.

I'm sure
he doesn't want to kill anyone though.

It's necessary.

Before they harm anyone.

You know,

when I was a child,

my sister tried

to suffocate me with a pillow.

And if it weren't for my father...

I would have died.

But you have a wide, spacious forehead.

A regular jaw.

High cheekbones.

You're a good person.

But I can't spare you.

- Lidia!
- Oh God!

Lidia, this collaboration of ours
was a one-time deal.

Because I'd never have forgiven myself
if something had happened to you.

It's my fault.

I told you I have this

uncontrollable urge
to get into trouble, didn't I?

Sorry, I didn't mean
to make you uncomfortable.

You know that I can't let myself...

I know.

It was just a kiss.

Good night, Prosecutor.

I don't care about your past,

or what he meant to you, this...

Lorenzo.

I see that my aunt
wanted to tell you everything.

It's good she did.

If you have any doubts,

even tiny ones,

I need to know.

No. No doubts, I swear.

Lorenzo accepting the money
makes me hate him more than my mother.

All right.

But I have to ask you to be patient.

And to go back home.

And then you'll see
that when we get married...

I've decided, Uncle.

I'm going home.

What did he say to you?

Actually, no. No. Better not to know.

I guess I should thank you.

It can't have been pleasant
spending so much time

in that individual's house.

I survived, come on.

Yes.

As for the question of my candidacy, I...

Enrico, I'll stop you right there.

If I could run for office myself,
I would, but I'm a woman and I can't.

Yes, of course, I know.
In fact, that's exactly why I...

I understand, Enrico...

I've thought about it,
and I've decided to run.

Are you kidding? If you are,
I'm going to beat you to death.

I'm going to lose anyway.

Thank you.

Thank you.

To be clear,
this isn't for you. It's for me.

Because,

in the very unlikely event
I'm actually elected,

I feel I can do my part.

Fight for the passage of a just law.

A law that will

free half the population
from a position of disadvantage.

- I beg your pardon, Counsellor.
- Yes?

There's a visitor for Miss Lidia.

Andrea.

It's me. In the flesh. I'm not a ghost.

I've tried to write to you, but...

I moved to New York.

But that isn't the only new development.

I have something important to ask you.