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Vou're speechless, uh?

Vince,

thisthing's a blast.

We have been waiting for a stroke of luck for one year.

We haven't bought anyone.

This time they can't say shit!

It was this one who sent it.

An onymously.

I can't believe this is it.

Girls who disappear and th en reappear like that.

I didn't know a thing until yesterday, when I read up.

We can't speak about this.

I assu re you, to find short articles online about this girl's death

was a feat.

- Shit, is it true? - It surely fucking is!

The most interesting aspect is media's silence over this story.

This is our business, understand?

If we write about this in our blog, then we'll make a splash.

What do you know, Joe?

With this story we can redeem ourselves

and win.

The last time that we were inside

it was not only because we gave money to get pictures,

videos and wiretapping for web slan dering

but because we treaded on several people,Aôs toes.

Very expensive shoes

and th ese shoes will use our 'reputation'

to kick our asses again.

Are you even aware of all your implications?

Vou weren't interested in our reputation...

To reputation

that could also stand for profession al ethics.

Lake Crisci, Atena

Oscar!

Oscar!

Oscar, come on!

This is a fucking corpse!

Come on, come on, get in the car!

The Cinderella of Polignano

It was Valeria Damiano the girl found on Lake Crisci's banks.

Death time estimated: two weeks ago.

Apparently, she had disappeared exactly two weeks ago.

The woman...

Valeria must have been killed immediately after that.

She was still wearing ragged underwear

namely, a pink baby-doll Iacking the matching pants

and presented slashes inflicted with strength and accuracy.

The most shocking thing is the horrible pubic mutilation.

The autopsy report is absolutely top secret for everyone.

Full stop.

On Voucrime.org, the exclusive, appalling video

of the ritual of this murder.

Watch the video "The Killing Tango"

Upload.

Enioy the show.

Shame!

Vou remember that Valeria, don't you?

How good she was!

ºf course I remember her.

Have you forgotten th at we were school mates?

How could you forget? She got the best grades, in all disciplines!

Unlike you.

Actually, I remember her because she gave me a prize

as worst class rep of the year in front of everyone.

Vou must have deserved it.

She was a smart on e, she was a fquilled woman,

she also opened her own lingerie shop downtown.

Not like you. Nice flop you are.

Vqu ntary work! President, my arse!

Giancarlo!

Mr Giancarlo!

Mr Giancarlo!

- Hello Michele! - I brought the water!

Where shall I unload it? - Wait, I'm coming!

Fine.

She reads you like a book. She turns you inside out whenever she wants.

That Cºrpse-eating iackal is already out of iail.

So? How was it?

Vou obtained a few revolting details

from the Iowlife you hang out with, uh? - Vou speaking to me?

Vou enioy treading on the feelings and the dignity of people

iusno show off. - Who the hell isthis?

He's th e professor.Th e father of the girl found in the garbage bin.

The one who was banging all her classmates for an i-pod.

Not my fault she wanted a laptop now and she aimed lower.

If Daddy had bought it for her, she wouldn't have open ed her legs.

Easy to say now. Vou earn your living by working.

Come on! - Vou motherfucker! Vou're speaking of my daughter!

He doesn't have the right to speak of my daughter like this!

- Mayl help you? - I iust wanted something pretty, but a little less garish.

Come over.

This is a high-class item.

It's a little bit more expensive, but it's totally worth it.

Beautiful.

Giulia?

Hello, Claudia.

Is it ok?

Ok, I'II take it.

When products are well made, they sell very well.

The gas station clerk's wife already bou ght two of th em.

I have a purple one myself. - Such beautiful underwear...

becomes a beautiful figure. - How right you are!

Ifthis only were enough to spice up a relationship!

They're never satisfied.

Vou know, it's not nice not giving them a heads-up.

- It doesn't matter. - Someone could get worried...

Who cares?

Darling, slow down

Darling?

Honey? Honey...

0h, c'mon!

Slow down, please!

- Stay put! - The usual bastard!

Don't be a bitch now!

What the hell! It cost me two working days! Are you nuts?

- Why the hell did you buy it then? - Vou really don't understand anything!

- Come over here! Come on! - No!

Is it broken? Vou know how many I can buy for you?

How many? - Vou must always be an animal!

Why? Leave me alone!

Shit! Stop it!

Never do it again! Don't!

Vou're hurting me!

Come on.

Come on...

It is known that a thick veil of death has spread over Atena town

to disguise the connection between the murder of Valeria Damiano and the local scheming.

The administrator and the local representative have been able to hide and control

a potential national scandal.

Not only scandalous depravity linked to the arrival of black gold,

but also evident, bloody murders.

This proves that one life is valued less than an oil barrel.

The conspiracy of silence on Valeria's murder

is the same that'll happen to our future dead from cancer.

Please, please!

My cell phone!

Fuck!

Stop!

Civita, Catania

Short duration is the life blood of lingerie.

That is?

Vou are the brainy one.

This is beautiful.

This time, you could even be right, you know?

Understand? I continue, becausel must redeem myself.

I also owe Giorgio, becausel involved him.

Un derstood. But don't make it an Obsession.

Help! Help!

Stop, please!

Help!

Please!

Very good.

Short duration is the life blood oflingerie.

Sir.

Something's come up.

What do you think, sir?

I think that that miserable girl must have been through a lot of pain.

Then it was his boyfriend.

- I wouldn't be so sure. - But we have a lot of clues.

Of domestic violence, not murder.

Vou're right. If Salvatore Pica were the murderer,

he wouldn't leave so many traces in his own home.

Right. We'll only use these elements to put him through the mincer.

He may even give us some clue or some answer.

But we keep looking. - Fine.

We'll wait for you. Goodbye.

- Hello. - Good morning.

- Cw/muli? - Cuh/nli.

An identity card, please.

Carabinieri Station, Atena

I know what you're thinking.

But I'm not interested in your Iectures. I brought this video to cooperate.

Ifyou really wanted to cooperate you should have brought it in before posting it.

I already told you how I work. Anyway, whatl did

certainly doesn't hinder iustice, does it?

This is for us to decide. It certainly doesn't contribute

to your reputation as unscrupulous newshound.

Listen, I know this is a risky business

especially with my precedents. Noneth eless,

I came in and gave you all the information I got.

Now it's up to you.

I only ask you remember me ifyou solve this case.

Vou might put in a good word for me. - I guess you'll be around.

Jackals usually stick around

if they smell carrions.

I'll be at the Castle, ifyou need me. Goodbye.

Sir? Here are the release papers for Salvatore Pica.

Listen, we must draft a new report based on the new evidence

and send it to the examining iustice immediately. - It'll be ready in a sec. Thanks.

Not only is scandalous depravity linked to the arrival of black gold

but also the latest heinous murders.

This proves that one life is valued less than an oil barrel.

This is the time to stop this absurd agreement.

Administrators have managed to hide this national scan dal so far.

Our future dead with can cer.

The Russian oil giant's doubts brought the agreement on the verge of collapse.

Local administrators managed to hide...

This is how hethinks he'II redeem himself.

Short duration is the life blood oflingerie.

Crazy liar! This time you've really crossed the th reshold.

So?

What happened?

What do you think happened? Nothing.

Nothing will ever happen until the same old people are in command.

Veah, take it out against the mayor.

Vou're a total underachiever, even as a voluntary worker.

So, tell me.

When I spoke to the town clerk, he confirmed that the news blackout

on those miserable women will not be broken

because nothing is more important than their fucking oil!

Listen... not to support that demented mother of you rs,

but I had told you that you would beat a dead horse.

I won't surrender. I'II do anything

to make them pay. Firstly, because of their silence,

and secondly, because they push ed me out of the negotiating table.

Bastards!

They are getting nervous.

Have you heard ? Nob ody!

What's happening? Be quiet, screaming won't help anyone.

- Vou don't have the right! - The investigation is in progress.

That was likely. Vou should have expected it.

It was not their news. That piece of news belongs to me!

I only gave it generously to you as witn ess evidence!

And I had to notify the examining iustice!

Who's the mayor's broth er-in-Iaw. - So that's it?

The media silence, and the ensuing shutting down my blog

depend on the politicians' current scheming about oil.

So, given that the order did not come from you

right? Which side are you on?

I'm on the Iaw's side.

And of quiet.

Iam on the side of those miserable victims!

And them, on the side of the murderer!

Ifhe's still ignored, he will keep on killing undisturbed.

This doesn't disturb you? - Talk or not talk,

don't think he'II get away with it. The body near the stone

has iust been found, the investigation is still under way.

If your blog has momentarily been blacked out,

this doesn't mean that your contribution wasn't important for the investigation.

Vou don't have anything! Not even the crime scene!

He will kill again! - How do you know that?

Because if he sent me the video, it means th at he wanted a stage.

Now you took it away, abd he will do something striking.

Then we will catch him. Because striking acts leave loads of evidence.

Good luck.

Cutuli! Vou're a shitly reporter!

- Who the hell are you? - Salvatore Pica, Giulia's fiance.

The girl found dead at the iunction, that you posted on your fucking blog!

Veah, now calm down, idiot. I did for her and the other girl's sake.

Vou're lying! Vou don't have the right!

- Fuck off! - Vou're a piece of shit, y'know?

At least I have a goal, and I'm a man,

whereas you're a nought, you don't have shit to do!

So, don't whine over your woman, and go pester the police.

Piss off! - Motherfucking bastard!

Beggar!

Listen... is it true that you're the author of the blog where you can see Giulia killed?

Ves.

Vou... did you know her? - Ves. -Ves.

We went to the same school, but took different classes.

Vou know how it works. In a village, everyone knows everyone.

But I... have never liked that Salvatore Pica.

Vou know, he was arrested a few days ago.

But then he was released for lack of evidence.

In my opinion, it was him.

- It wasn't him. - Then who was?

They will catch him soon. Capt. Sassano has some evidence.

Don't tell. - No, of course.

Here's your beer.

Are you having something, you girls?

- No, thanks. - Where were we?

We were discussing Giulia. We visited your blog earlier, but...

we couldn't find it. Can you give usthe url?

- It has momentarily been suspended due to the investigation. - Seems right.

- I'm sorry. - Please.

Something's come up. Will you excuse me?

- ºf course. - Why don't you leave me you number,

so maybel call you and you tell me something of Giulia and her idiot boyfriend?

May l?

This is my number. I'II wait for your call then, uh?

I cou nt on it.

Bye!

Bye.

- Hello? - Hi, Giorgio.

Listen to me carefully. I heard rumours at the village

according to which Valeria Damiano, the first victim, was a slut.

Apparently, she went with some big shot connected with oil extraction.

A little bit of riches and you fall into depravity, as usual.

Apparently. Let's try to find out who were these managers she hung out with.

And may have been interested in wiping her out. - Fine.

Give me sometime and I'll find something.

Goodbye.

Hello, darling. Sorry for today,

I took your suits from the drycleaner's. - Thank you.

Come on. Tomorrow we'll h ave lunch togeth er.

What's up? Are you unwell?

Actually, I am.

Ithink I'm going to bed. Are you coming along?

I'm sorry, darling... there's the Procession of the Addolorata tonight,

Vou know how keen is mum about th ese things.

Don't wait for me awake, will you ?

Come on. Don't be Iikethis. Take this pill.

Hello?

Everything is under control.

I need to know one thing. As usual.

Trust me.

There's someone.

I'm going. Vou go to bed.

- What about that smart-ass of your husband? - He wasn't feeling well.

He remained home. - As usual. Not once has he paid homage to the Virgin Mary.

- Vou might try to restrain yourself, at least now. - ºf course. I must always restrain myself.

We always look like spinsters, but who cares?

I remind you that you're a widow, mum, not a spinster.

And my husband's home.

Help! Help!

Help!

Help!

Help me! Help!

Help!

Help!

Help! Help!

Help!

Shut your mouth! Don't worry!

- Please! - Shut up!

Shut up! - I won't tell anyone!

Please! Please!

Very good. Vou,Ãôve really gone and done it now!

Go away!

I can't. Have you forgotten ?

Vou're dangerous. For yourself.

And for others too. - That's your fault!

My fault? I never said you're a fool.

Do you remember? Try to.

What a shame! What a humiliation!

- My mother's dead! - And your father...

Don't worry. I'II take care of everything.

We will send your son out of the village.

No one will know.

This isn't true!

And now... what will your beloved say?

Don't worry. Iwill take care of her!

She died between midnight and one a.m.

The cause was head iniury

th at cau sed an intern al h aemorragy.

She died about ten minutes after she lost consciousness.

See, th ese marks are ante mortem

butl didn't find any traces of fierceness on the corpse, like

pu bes abdu ction or other mutilations.

This time the weapon was a heavy obiect

with an irregular surface, possibly made of metal.

Please, define irregular, doc.

Well, I've never seen any marks Iike these so far

but, in certain areas of her body,

it's as if she had been hit with grooved cubes or rectangles.

What's more, iudging from the proximity of the marks,

I'd suggest it was an iron or aluminum bar.

Actually, I found traces of whitish varnish on her skull.

I sent it to forensics, but... no DNA yet.

No DNA.

I kn ow. This exception is a puzzle.

Vou need to put together several elements connecting the murders.

Vou know, better than I, th at the exception proves the rule.

It's true that this murder is different than the others.

Her lingerie is intact.

No mutilation s. Different weapon.

The body was found immediately.

Her family didn't even report her disappearing.

But there is a common thread

the brutal accuracy of the murderer is the same.

This might be due to the hurriedness ofthis murder.

The weird thing is, from the video you showed me,

this Iooney didn't seem to be hurried at all.

Good remark.

But I have the feeling it'sthe same hand.

Maybe angrier, but the same.

But it's iust a feeling. We can only find out ifthere's a video or not.

If there's a video, we are almost sure he's the same.

Or else... - Sir!

At the station there is a certain Anna Belli

asking to speak to you urgently about Cutuli.

- Who's that? - I don't know.

Fine.

Fine. As soon as I have news I'II contact you, right?

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

I know that Vincenzo showed you that video to contribute to the investigation.

- That's true. - He says that th at video is tru e.

Is it? - Unfortunately, it is.

What a fool!

Why are you asking?

Did you believe the video was fictional? - I did.

- Why? - Some time ago

he gave me a baby-doll and on the card was written

the same senten ce utlered by th at mon ster.

When I saw it, Ithought he had shot it

to publish it on the internet as a provocation

to break the media's silence on the murder.

Vou know, living with aiournalist is difficult enough,

now with this blog our life has become hell.

For both of us. - I can guess that.

So, good luck. - Thank you for clearing things up.

I'm sorry ifl wasted your time. - Don't worry. It was a pleasure meeting you.

- I wish you catch that animal as soon as possible. - This I wish too.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Tell Gerasi to come here immediately.

- Hello? - Good morning, I'm Vincenzo Cutuli's fiancee.

Can you put methrough his room, please? - Good morning, miss.

I am sorry, but Mr. Cutuli is not at the Castle now.

Excuse me, did he tell you when or if he would be back?

No, he didn't miss, I'm sorry, but as soon as

I see him I'II tell him you rang. - Thank you so much.

Absolutely. Vou might wait for him here.

- I'd rather look for him now. Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Re-open that blog or you'll find more corpses.

Sir?

Come and see, a strange message arrived.

Re-open that blog or you'll find more corpses.

Son of a bitch. Check the IP immediately.

Check this IP immediately: 255.118

Check if it corresponds to the message flagged by Cutuli.

Fine. Sir, it's the same.

And now? - Now either the murderer

actually decided to use Cutuli and his blog

to glorify his own ego, or our man is Cutuli.

How could he? At the time of the first murder he wasn't here yet.

He could have done it anyway, because from the kidnapping

to the finding of the body there's a few weeks' span.

But why here?

Perhaps hethought that the murders would go by unnoticed...

given the current political and financial scheming.

What's more, he's aware that this story could contribute to his career.

Do you really believe he would go as far as that?

I don't believe anything,

I believe that the mastermind is capable of anything.

And no one can be excluded. Also because we don't have a fucking crime scene!

That's what we're going to do: prepare the car, let's go to see Cutuli.

Ring Vinci and ask for a signed authorisation to seize his computer.

Ifwe find more compromising files or videos, then the evidence is decisive.

- Good morning, Chiavena. - How comes this visit?

We are looking for Vincenzo Cutuli. We know he's Iodging at your hotel.

- What happened? - Nothing. We should talk to him.

- But he's not here right now. - Do you have any idea of his whereabouts?

- No. - When was the last time you saw him?

Well... yesterday, at Iunchtime... he was here with a girl from the village.

...Raf'faella. Ves. They've been chatting for a while,

but then they left.

I heard him coming back last night, it was very Iate.

He came down for a glass of water. My mother-in-Iaw told me

he left very early. - Can't we get in Cutuli's room...

iust a few minutes, to give it a look-over?

Captain, you know that I can't let you in without a warrant.

- Fine. Thank you anyway. - I'm sorry about that.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Where the hell have you been?

I brought something at the association's hq. Why?

Becau se th ere' 5 th e captai n u pstai rs.

- What is he doing here? - He will tell us now,

that Iooney of your husband, who rents rooms to seedy people.

While you do your stupid ecological business! - Don't speak like that of my husband.

And who are the seedy people? - That reporter!

And the people are right to say he's good for nothing. Exactly like you!

Iam not one good for nothing! And the people don't know a thing.

They only kn ow what the mayor tells them, whereas I work my ass off for the truth!

We have a heroine! As ifwe didn't know that you're iealous

of those poor girls, because they were fquilled and you aren't,

because you're the ruin of this family! - Jealous of what?

I'II point out for you that Giulia worked as a skivvy,

and her man used to beat her. Raffaella was a slut,

and Valeria, in spite of her success, ended up fucking badly, While I,

I fight for them, and for something I believe! - No,

she fights... she fights!

- What is it? - Evidence.

- Evidence of what? - Do you remember this?

Evidence. This is a pair ofpants!

Cutuli, I've waited four hours for the lab tests.

Blood traces were found on those pants with Raffaella's DNA.

This is bullshit.

- Then explain. - What should I fucking explain?

Why th ese were in your room.

- This is absurd! - Fine, then let's do it again.

Who gave them to you? Did someone sh ow them to you

and then, that someone... - Sir.

- What are you accusing me of? - Cutuli,

you are here because th ese items of evidence are against you.

Also, there is a set of clues, according to an unassailable logic,

that only match with you as the culprit.

Still, I feel Sºmething's wrong. - I have nothing to do with this.

I only came here for thetruth's sake

whereas all I could find is shit flooding out of town halls.

Then who planted those pants in your room?

The hotel owner and his family never saw anyone come in.

Then why the hell the murderer would want to put the blame on you

when his only interest could be to have your blog re-opened

so that the people could watch his rubbish!

I don't kn ow.

Vou're not helping us. Ifyou don't help us, you don't help yourself.

What am I supposed to do to prove I'm innocent?

For the time being, give us the password for your pc.

Let's see if there are more compromising files.

And tell us where you were Tuesday night.

Earlier with Mrs. Chiavetta, and then around. Investigating.

Call her. She will confirm.

- How long will thistake? - Vou should know by now.

- That's exactly why I'm asking. - We will try to be quick.

May a make a call?

It's me. Call me please.

- Any troubles? - Come on.

Someone like me is always looking for trouble.

- 0h! - Cutuli.

Whatever. The captain needs to speak to you.

Come on!

She denies. Mrs. Chiavena gave you an alibi.

Apparently, you two were discussing how to make life uneasy for the Mayor.

- But? - Ifyou really wanted to redeem yourself,

you should have changed your plans.

Not follow this obiectionable path.

My fiancee always tells me the same thing.

- She's not wrong. - Please note

that without those videos, and without me, you would have nought.

We are discussing you, not me. What you are, what you want.

I've never believed you were the culprit. - ºf course.

Vou're a smart-ass, a presumptuos and a little inconsiderate guy.

Ifyou won the heart of Miss Belli there must be something good in you.

- Vou know her? - I do.

She was here yesterday. She thought that the video was fake,

made by you to bring attention to your blog.

The way you are, your mother would have doubted as well.

I think she only did it because she cares about you.

May I leave?

Of cou rse.

Cutuli, I'd leave the province asap.

Sir! The result of the lab tests on the varnish samples found on the skull.

It's some varnish for radiators. - Radiators?

We have already contacted suppliers for the related checks.

Fine. Let's perform a cross check and then go on.

I don't think you can leave the province!!!

Ii istimeto play treasure hunt... you have one hour..

Before Anna ends up sleeping at the bottom of the lake!!!

Vou bastard!

I'II kill you!

I'II kill you!

I know. Don't worry, I think I have-

Madisan! Do you know the Madisan?

- ºf course I know it! - Where is it?

- But what happened? - Anna was fucking kidnapped!

Come with me!

- Claudia! - Vincenzo, this is crazy!

And you're not a cop! - Stay in the car!

And be ready!

Untie me! Come on!

Vou only had to make some publicity for me!

Vou played the detective instead!

- No! - So now you must die!

Check if he's dead!

Check if he's fucking dead!

Claudia...

Claudia! Stay put, wait...

Imust see who it is.

Imust see who it is!

So during this period you never noticed anything.

Traces of blood on his clothes... the times he was not home...

No, sir, I already told you.

Every time he would leave, he would always go shopping for the hotel.

Did you ever check the dates of receipts, places...

Why should I do that? Why doubt the man I married?

Why doubt the man I married?

- He's good man, a kind and pure man... - Veah,

fits the profile.

Vou, why didn'tyou call us straight ahead?

- I was afraid he would hurt her. And you?

How did you get here?

Thanks to the traces of varnish found on Raffaella's body

we conducted a cross check and found the radiator that killed her.

And then we found this old hotel.

This could go much worse, are you aware?

I kn ow.

Did you know that she was carrying a gun?

No. I even told her to stay in the car.

Thank god she didn't.

Mrs. Chiavena, why were you carrying your husband's gun?

I simply acted on instinct after Vincenzo told me what he was after.

I killed my husband.

I saw the hidden camera. Did you find something?

No, the memory card was empty and brand new

but it was ready to film...

Mrs. Chiaretla, we must search your house and your husband's pc.

Now.

Sir?

Excuse me, there's Anna...

She needsto rest, change and...

She needs to leave from this place.

Fine, Cutuli, I'II meet you tomorrow

for the deposition. We'll do it tomorrow morning. - Thank you.

3 weeks after

Cru el Tango. The esclusive account...

It was a shock.

I was fighting for the truth

and found out that he was the murderer.

A failure. A failure...

Destiny had me find out his evil nature.

And you never noticed anything?

Neither my mother nor I ever suspected anything.

He never showed any sign of violence. Who would be suspicious?

AII those who knew him... they know whatl mean.

None of them has ever suspected him.

And how did you find the courage to get in that building?

- Bitch! - I heard a woman scream

I could not sit there doing nothing.

Ves, I did save my village from the mon ster, but...

but this hurts me more than anything.

Take your time.

And now? What do you mean to do? Do you have any proiects?

Well... First of all

I'II do some TV. To tell my tragic story, as well as that of my village.

After that I'II come back. I'II gath er my stren gth

and stand by my people. - When you say so, you mean

your volunteering activity. - Ves, but not only...

I'm going.

I have reh earsals for tonight at the club, Rosario wants to meet us early.

I'II drive.

But... weren't you supposed to meet Giorgio to discuss the blog?

We'll take our time.

- Vou're closing? - Ves.

I spoke with Giorgio today.

In a week, probably.

I meant the door.

Exciting to die for.

What do you think? Wasl good?

Vou were very good.

Was I good?

Was I good?