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[birds chirping]

["Tonada De Luna Llena" playing]

[song continues]

[compelling music playing]

[laboured breathing]

[gasping]

Bea!

[theme music playing]

THE LAW ACCORDING TO LIDIA POËT

[Lidia] It matches
Carlo Pancaldi's fingerprint.

Freeze! Hold it!
Nobody move. Stay right there!

I didn't want to kill Attila. I loved him.

[Lidia] Yes, we know.

They'll come for me.

They'll come for you too
if you don't stop looking for them.

-[Jacopo] No, no, no.
-[Lidia screams]

[gun fires]

[church bell tolling]

[dramatic music playing]

[handle turns]

-[glass shatters]
-[door opens]

-[parrot] Carlo!
-[gasps]

[exhales]

-[parrot] Carlo.
-[Lidia] Shh. No, no, no.

-Don't, darling.
-Carlo.

-Carlo isn't coming back.
-Carlo.

Don't worry, darling.

Look what I have for you.

-Carlo.
-Take this.

Hmm? Look.

[footsteps approaching]

[gasps, screams]

Boo.

-Have you gone mad? You're crazy!
-Sorry, sorry.

I couldn't resist.
It was unbelievable. Sorry.

What... What are you doing here anyway,
at Carlo's place?

I could ask you the same question.

The prosecutor's office
won't open an investigation,

and I want to know who is behind
the deaths of Attila and Carlo Pancaldi.

So, what did...
Did you find out anything new?

[inhales deeply]

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

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
This is coming with me.

I just want to take a look at it.

Enrico told me to stay away from you.
I won't upset him.

Fine, but when you need help,
don't you dare come looking for me.

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

After you.

-[groans]
-Oh!

[gentle music playing]

-Sorry.
-[Jacopo] It's okay.

[inhales deeply]

Yep... [clears throat]

And...

say hello to Enrico.

[music continues]

7 JULY
1 PM - SENATOR CRAVERO

-[dogs barking outside]
-[footsteps approaching]

-May I ask you where you've been?
-Uh... Dinner with Jacopo.

Then we went to his place,
and we partied all night long.

[Teresa coughs]

-May I?
-Sorry, Teresa. [clears throat]

A dear friend of mine's daughter
has been arrested.

And she's only 16.

What's she... accused of?

[hesitates] Of murder.

The girl studies at the Daughters
of the Fatherland College.

According to an eyewitness,
she poisoned the tea of a companion.

So, there's an eyewitness account.

Was she actually seen
pouring the poison into the cup or...

No. No one saw her pour the poison, no...

This is all a terrible mistake.

I've known Laura all her life.
She would never do such a thing.

In that case,
we will prove her innocence unequivocally.

Mm.

-Thank you.
-Mm.

[Enrico] Ah.

This one came back.

Incorrect address.

For the record, I liked Andrea.

-Mm?
-Maybe he'll write to you.

[suspenseful music playing]

JUVENILE DETENTION CENTER

[women] Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done
on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day...

[Enrico] Did you make the tea?

Yeah, I was in the refectory.
I went in there to boil the kettle.

Was there someone else with you,
or were you by yourself?

The headmistress.

But she only stayed for a moment,
then I went to Beatrice.

Were you friends?

Have you ever argued? At all?

Never? Not even once?

Just once.

[inhales deeply]

Some time ago, Beatrice confessed to me
that she had met a boy.

A soldier.

What was his name?

Matteo Barenghi.

He was... quite insistent,
and she was confused.

I know that soldiers
aren't always serious.

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

I thought I was doing the right thing.

Did Beatrice see this as a betrayal?

And that's why you fought?

Yes. At first.

But then she realised I'd done it for her.

That boy had no serious intentions.

And we made our peace.

[man] In your client's room,
we found a pestle and mortar.

On both, we found residues of wolfsbane,

a yellow ornamental flower
with a most pungent odour. When crushed...

Crushed into powder
and dissolved in water, it becomes lethal.

I'm well aware.

According to the coroner,
it's what killed Beatrice.

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

If we add to this the testimony of
the girl who was painting in the garden,

Miss Sofia Bonacorsi,

I would say the case
appears crystal clear.

Crystal clear, but without a motive.

It will emerge in due course.

In the meantime, if you want to talk
to the headmistress of the college,

Maria Pia Cantiani,

she's been informed.

[Enrico] What can I say, Prosecutor? We...

are not used to such helpfulness.

I work in the service
of truth and justice.

Good luck.

[women singing]

[Miss Cantiani] I read about you,
Miss Poët.

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

No, not like a man. It would be enough
for me to be a free woman.

-You see, miss, we have a mission here.
-Mm-hmm.

Educate girls in the healthiest values
of the fatherland

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

So that is why we cannot afford a scandal.

Miss Cantiani, a girl died.
And another is in prison now.

[Lidia] You should focus on that,
not on public opinion.

Beatrice was a wonderful girl.

Her loss grieves us
more than anything else.

[singing continues]

Were these her classmates?

Only four of them
were present at the college.

The others were out with their families.

I would like to talk to them in private.

Why in private?

I'd like to believe
you're not suspecting me.

Should I?

The only thing I'm interested in
is the serenity of the girls.

Same as me. Else I would've
summoned them to the prosecutor's.

-You don't have the authority to do so.
-[Enrico] But I do.

If you don't let us talk to the girls,
I'll be forced to follow the procedure.

[singing continues]

[singing stops]

-Well done.
-Thank you.

-But I'll do the talking.
-Why?

Laura and Beatrice were best of friends.

[both] Yes. They were best friends.

Certainly.

But none of you ever saw
either of them get angry, or...

All I know is they loved each other.

Laura was a kind girl,
she wouldn't hurt a fly.

[fly buzzing]

And the headmistress, Miss Cantiani,
what can you tell me?

[inhales deeply]

She was in the refectory.
Could she have poisoned the tea?

Um, I don't think so.

I mean, I can't be entirely sure,
but Miss Cantiani, she...

she would never do something like that.

-What reason would she have?
-[girl] None.

But it's true
that they had a strange relationship.

The headmistress treated her
better than the rest of us.

Recently, she summoned her
to her office to reprimand her.

But instead of punishing her,

she went and had her moved
to another room.

The one overlooking the garden.

[pensive music playing]

Very good, girls. I thank you.

And should I require anything more, say,
can I count on you?

For Laura, we'd do anything, Miss Poët.

They are not reliable witnesses.

They are used to trusting no one,

and they put up walls
to protect their secrets.

They're too friendly with Laura

and they're sneaky enough
to blame the headmistress too.

At least we have a lead to follow.

Sofia, the witness,
is the only one who seemed sincere.

That's why the others are isolating her.

-Where can I find a carriage here?
-Are you even listening at all?

Yes. We can't trust any of these girls,
and I now have to solve this...

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

Remember? Matteo Barenghi.

-Okay, but I have to run. See you at home.
-Where are you going?

Coachman!

I must go to my tailor.

If I don't get there before he closes,
Teresa will kill me.

Have you forgotten
what we have planned for tonight?

[Lidia] No.

Piazza Statuto. As fast as you can.

Be on time, and don't embarrass us all.

On time.

[woman speaking indistinctly]

...completely ignoring the civil
and political rights of all women.

We need to stick together.
We've had enough...

-Come in. We're just getting started.
-No, no. I only need two minutes.

Friday, you have an appointment with me.
You can't refuse, okay?

You have a strange way of asking things.

President Depretis will be
having dinner at our house.

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

Lidia, it's your chance
to talk to him about your law.

-Are you worried?
-Mm.

[Anna] Don't be. It'll be great.

-And you? What did you want to ask me?
-Mm.

[inhales deeply]

This notebook here
belonged to a journalist

from the Piedmont Gazette
who died a few days ago.

-Attila Brusaferro, of course.
-Exactly.

You know I hate to ask you, Anna,
but I have to.

Written here, it says that

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

Uh, yes. And there's more.

He came to our house for lunch.

He wanted Filippo to confirm
certain rumours regarding Mr Juvara, but...

defaming a political opponent
is a despicable act.

So we said no.

[birds chirping]

[banging on door]

[banging continues]

-Have you lost your keys, Miss?
-No. But I forgot something else.

What's happening tonight?

[chuckles] The party at Duke Marchisio's.

Your dress is on the bed.
I'll give it a press.

-[Teresa] Albertina!
-Coming!

Ah, Rico.
Am I not better to stay home and work?

I'd love to leave you here also,
but, unfortunately, we're a family.

[exhales]

-I asked around about that soldier.
-Mm.

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?

-Perhaps we can talk to this soldier?
-I made a formal request to the commander.

The procedure is quite long.
It'll take at least a week.

[Lidia] A whole week?

-[Enrico] Darling, you're beautiful.
-Thank you, Papa.

As are you.

-Yes, but your bow tie's not correct.
-Yeah.

How's Laura?

A bit stressed, but...

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

Good.

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

[Albertina] Coming.

-Albertina, my gloves.
-[Lidia] She has to dress me first!

[horse neighing]

-You know we're late, right?
-I know, Enrico.

-We're late because of you.
-I know, Enrico.

-You know. Oh yes.
-Shut up and help me.

[Lidia clears throat] Sorry.

[Enrico] "Sorry".
Twenty minutes we've waited.

[ominous music playing]

[sighs]

[distant thud]

[thudding continues]

[tense music playing]

[music continues]

[objects clattering]

[exhales sharply]

[shouting]

[Jacopo groans]

Mr Jacopo, you scared me to death.
What are you doing in Miss Lidia's room?

She stole something from me.
I'll find it and get out of your hair.

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

You didn't let me in. You didn't know
I was here. Please get out.

-Yes, but do you need anything?
-I don't. Get out.

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

[Jacopo whines in pain]

["Serenade for Strings in E Major, Op. 22,
Tempo Di Valse" by Dvorák playing]

[Lidia] When we get home,
I want to re-read Marx's Capital.

-What did you expect? They are nobles.
-No.

-You don't say. I had no idea.
-Lidia, spare us the sarcasm.

We are here for Marianna.

Finally, a ray of sunshine. I felt lost.

Thank you for submitting yourselves
to this torture.

Do you know the duke, my father?

-Good evening.
-I must say, Duke, it is an honour.

And the aunt of Marianna. Lidia Poët.

Ah! Counsellor.
What a curious creature you are.

I'm a unique specimen, but...
I'm hoping I'll have some imitators.

-For heaven's sake, God forbid.
-Yeah, sure.

"Curious".
That's the same thing perpetrators say

when they find out
that my sister is investigating them.

Well... So I leave you in good hands.
With permission.

Please excuse me.
Margherita calls me to the rescue.

Have you also the vague impression
that he was looking down on us, just a...

just a bit?

[Enrico] Is that really the queen?

No, Enrico, the royals hire doubles
for larger social occasions.

[music continues]

Come, my love.

Let's teach the duke
and his distinguished guests

how to really do a waltz.

["Serenade for Strings in E Major, Op. 22,
Tempo Di Valse" continues playing]

[inaudible]

-[stomps]
-[groans]

Sorry.

[music ends]

[Lidia] "There are women
who do not aspire to marriage,

nor to family,
nor to caring for children."

[Albertina] Mr Jacopo.
I made you a coffee.

-With cognac, just the way you like it.
-Thank you, Albertina, but...

I think I shall be going.

Albertina.

Where have they all gone?

["The Danube Waves: Donauwellen, Walzer"
by Budapest Strauss Ensemble playing]

[crowd exclaims]

[woman] Spectacular!

[crowd applauds]

Ladies and gentlemen, please applaud
the artillerymen of the Fifth Regiment,

who have, tonight,
brightened our summer sky.

[all applauding]

Might you be thinking what I'm thinking?

That was not a double.

That really was the queen.

[duke] And now, follow me.

My wife is waiting for us
for the great challenge.

Exactly. I was thinking that too.

[duchess] It's a game
we played in Schoenberg.

You have to split into two teams.
One on each side.

If you so please.
One over here, and one just there. Please.

[Lidia] The show was magnificent.

Well done.
I hope they offered you a drink.

-Unfortunately, we are on duty. So...
-No, no, no.

The duke has expressly asked me
to bring you some cognac,

and we can't let him down now, can we?

Calling number... five!

-To the Fifth Regiment.
-[all] To the duke.

[crowd exclaims]

[people laughing, applauding]

She will knock us all out.

[chuckles] Possibly. Um...

Before moving on,
I wanted to confess something to you.

I'm actually here because, um,

I have a friend.

He was called up to the artillery corps
and I'd like to meet him again.

Unfortunately, I don't know where he is.

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

We're not good enough for you, are we?

Yes, perhaps. Another round?

-Another round, yes.
-Of course.

Please.

Guys.

Mmm. Mmm!

I'm sorry.

Now, however...

Ah, very interesting.

Now, number seven.

[dramatic music playing]

[crowd exclaiming]

[people laughing, applauding]

[man] Well done, Duke. Congratulations.

He did really well.

Don't upset yourself. I'm sure
your reflexes are better in court.

[crowd laughing]

["Om" ft. Isla by Jean du Voyage playing]

[duchess] And now... number three.

[woman] Well done.

♪ When your life passes you by ♪

♪ Would you believe that you're no one ♪

♪ Every time you're tempted to cry ♪

♪ Make a om of the roam... ♪

Don't tell me you work as a waiter here
because I won't believe you.

No. The waiter's a friend of mine,

so I asked for a uniform
because I knew you'd be here.

I wanted to talk to you.

Oh, I see.

Did you regret leaving me
by adopting the use of a letter?

No.

To tell you I still love you.

♪ Searching high and low ♪

♪ Tried to climb... ♪

-Why did you leave me, then?
-You'd have got tired of me, Marianna.

Look at you.

This is the world you enjoy.

And I had nothing to offer you.

-You're speaking like my father.
-But I was wrong.

I can offer you one thing.

I can't give you riches
like the people here.

But I promise
to never leave you again, ever.

[song fades]

-[all laughing]
-[Lidia] Okay, so...

The bottle is not yet finished,

and until we've finished it,
you can't go back to barracks, right?

Look, if it were up to me,
I would stay all night.

-[laughing]
-Gentlemen, don't encourage her.

You'll have realised by now
she's completely bats.

Oh, look.
Were you also invited by the duke?

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

Your heart?

[Jacopo scoffs]

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 they just... They won't tell me.

And tell me, guys. Does your moral code
allow you to drink on duty?

The young lady insisted. She thought
she'd make us talk by making us drink.

No. It was so she could blackmail you
with your commander.

[laughs]

Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes.

She looks like an angel.
In reality, she's devious and vindictive.

Stop, will you?

-There you go.
-You flatter me.

Anyway, I would have managed
even without your help.

I lured them in, I made them drink,
I got them in trouble...

Okay, Lidia. Where is Attila's notebook?

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

[sighs]

[gasps] Enrico!

[curious music playing]

He'll kill us if he sees us together.

Give it to me and go away.

No.

I'll say hello on the count of three. One...

-Two... three.
-Jacopo. You're so childi...

All right!

[sighs]

-And I'm the vindictive one, right?
-Thank you.

-Bye.
-Bye.

[Lidia] Enrico.

How did the... The challenge, how'd it go?

You're inebriated.

Somewhat. However...

Attention, because I talked
to the three nice artillerymen

and tomorrow we have
an appointment with Matteo Barenghi.

You want applause?

I might, yeah.

[pensive music playing]

[Lidia] The girls in the college
are constantly monitored,

so then, how did you two know each other?

Beatrice was canny.

When... When she wanted something,
she knew how to get it.

And let's say she found a way

regarding the headmistress...
so that she didn't bother her too much.

-Is that so? Were they friends?
-Not exactly friends.

In fact, one time the headmistress,
she wrote a postcard that was ambiguous.

Beatrice encouraged her to write more,
increasingly more explicit ones.

Until...

she decided to use them to blackmail her.

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

Because I have them.

[curious music playing]

[Lidia] "As happy as the gods is he"

"The one who fondly sits
Across from thee becomes"

"A lucky spectator"

Sappho.

The translation is outdated,
but it's still lovely.

In the others,
the content is much more explicit.

Beatrice was blackmailing you.

If this correspondence had become public,
there'd have been a scandal.

And you would have lost everything.

Your job, your beloved college.
Everything.

That's why you killed her.

Beatrice was not of this world.

I had never felt this way.

I knew it was the beginning of the end.

I tried to...

I tried to resist, God knows how much so.

They were just fantasies.

I would never have gone further.

She started blackmailing me.

I let her do anything she wanted.

I let her see that soldier,
gave her the keys to the gate,

even moved her to a new room
overlooking the garden.

She tortured me with absurd demands.

Just for the sake of seeing me suffer.

[pensive music playing]

And despite this,
you never stopped loving her.

I know you have no reason to believe me.

But I would never have harmed her.

[music intensifies and ends]

[birds chirping]

[indistinct chattering]

Your companions have isolated you?

No, we all get along well here.

Of course.

Unless you end up
getting a friend in trouble, maybe.

Look, um...

The other girls have...
They tried to warn me about Miss Cantiani.

She was actually in the refectory,
and you saw her.

All that remains for you to say
is that you saw her pour the poison.

But I can't give false testimony.

Hm. Do you hate Laura that much?

No.

No. I have nothing against Laura.

I swear.

The truth is...

Beatrice and Laura didn't get on.

[mysterious music playing]

So why?

Because of that soldier.

Matteo.

And I knew Laura
had a crush on him as well.

Then when... Beatrice started seeing him,

Laura was mad with jealousy,

and she told everything
to the parents of Beatrice.

They decided to take her out of college
and lock her up with sisters in a convent.

She was supposed to leave the next day.

Instead, she died.

-May I?
-[Sofia] Sure.

That morning, Beatrice,

she had asked me to paint
the façade of the college.

Just as a souvenir.

Can you point out Beatrice's room?

[Sofia] This was her new room here.

[Lidia] Okay, Sofia. Thank you.

You believe me?

You're the only one
I ever believed was truthful.

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

If I had told you, then my parents
would have known as well.

[Lidia] If you're really...
If you're innocent, Laura, the truth is,

it's the only thing
that will help you and will help us.

So will you explain

why you were in Beatrice's room that day?

It was her who invited me.

For a moment, I thought
she wanted to make up.

Instead, she asked me to prepare tea,
and after that, she kicked me out.

And she told me
that I would never be free of her.

[Lidia] So there are
two possibilities, then.

The first possibility is
that indeed it was Laura.

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

No. No, it's impossible.

-[Lidia] Yeah, but she lied to us.
-She did so out of fear of her parents.

She's a little girl, Lidia.

The headmistress, though...

Beatrice was blackmailing her.

This would be the second possibility.

Highly unlikely, though,
because in that scenario,

the headmistress would have
to put the poison in the cup

before Laura made the tea.

And well?

Well, I... I don't know.
There are still details that escape me.

Now it's late, I have to dress.

It's not like I can always
fucking know everything.

[door shuts]

Here.

Mm? Well?

[sighs] Nothing.

There are dozens and dozens of...

of dates, addresses, names, but...

-Watch out for the...
-Oh, fuck!

-Ah!
-Ah! Oh fuck, move that.

[compelling music playing]

[Jacopo] Cesare, on the page of 7th June,

what does it say?

Seven...

-The June 7th page is missing.
-It must have been torn out by Carlo.

[music continues]

[Jacopo] "Nitti's Bookshop".

"Tintori Street".

Huh. Let's go.

Grab the jackets.

-[horse neighing]
-[coachman] Whoa!

Hey, hey.

Seated there is President Depretis.

To his right is Magliani,
the Finance Minister.

Move your eyes a little. Long beard.

Our mayor.

-I guess you know him already.
-Yes, I know him.

This gentleman sitting,
chatting, looking lost,

is the President of the Supreme Court.

That's good.
Now I can tell him what I think of him.

Ah! No.

The first rule.
Don't 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.
-Mm-hmm.

[dramatic music playing]

[music ends]

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

When I heard that you'd be attending too,
I... decided to take the risk.

You could have invited me
to dinner then.

-I'm kidding. [chuckles]
-Don't...

Don't get me wrong, it's just I read
your letter of appeal to the Court,

and I was very impressed.

[indistinct chatter]

NITTI'S BOOKSHOP

-[Jacopo] Hello there.
-[man] Good morning.

Excuse me. I'm looking for the owner now.

-Umberto Nitti, at your service.
-Ah, great.

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

No, no, no.

I wanted to know if, by any chance,
you've seen this man.

His name is Attila Brusaferro.

[pensive music playing]

Mm.

He used to come here
from time to time, and...

-Oh, that poor journalist who...
-[man] Sir, what shall we do with these?

Uh, I'll be right there.
Start taking them there.

You were saying?

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

If you could come back...

-In the morning?
-Better on Monday.

-If you'll excuse me now.
-Of course.

[suspenseful music playing]

I must confess
that the other day you surprised me.

Really?

Not many people know
the various uses of wolfsbane.

Ah.

Yes, I... It must be three or four times
that I've read that manual by Dr Plenk.

And, uh... [clears throat]

Well, then I lost it when I moved home.

[clears throat]

-[man] Miss Poët.
-Yes.

Please, don't avoid me with your eyes.

I can honestly assure you that I have
nothing against you, personally.

The same goes for me. I...

I wasn't avoiding your gaze, though.

It is rather obvious that we couldn't
confirm your application to the bar.

I'm sure you understand that, but...

the admiration
and the enthusiasm for your...

for your effort
was appreciated by all of us.

Of course,
the law is the law, unfortunately.

And it's up to the politicians
to change it.

And, indeed,
we will change it, Mr President.

-Mm?
-I hope so.

I just hope I'll be retired by then.

[chuckling]

[laughs] Oh, was that a joke?

I'm afraid I didn't get it, I'm sorry.

[president] Forgive me
if I have offended you.

[Depretis] Please, gentlemen.

This is a sensitive topic
for the young lady.

After all, there are
more important things to discuss.

Sure. Sure. Well, the weather,
we could discuss. Or...

Or this wonderful Barbera d'Asti
that was served to us, perhaps?

No. [chuckles]

I was thinking more

about our efforts in Eritrea.

The extension of suffrage.

The pride of our government.

[Lidia] Actually,
I only stated a simple truth.

That there is always something
more important than the rights of women.

And even the most
enlightened men of our nation

and the most progressive politicians,
well, they're still men.

Men born into privilege

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

It seems that you are proud
of the extension of suffrage.

Yes.

Now, two million people
have the right to vote,

yet our country has
a population of 30 million.

Half of them women.

And well...

[sighs]

[sombre music playing]

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

but it is clear that
our considerable efforts seem to be, well,

destined to failure.

If I may, I'm going to get some air.

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

Ever since last night,
you seem to be angry with me.

Do you not think I have a reason?

[Enrico] It didn't go badly
with Paolo's parents, did it?

Did you tell Lorenzo to leave me?

[Enrico] Lorenzo who? The gardener?

-Why bring him up?
-[Marianna] Don't lie.

[Enrico] I'm not lying to you.

-Who told you this nonsense?
-[Marianna] I met him at the ball.

Why didn't you tell me the truth?

[Enrico] Marianna, I'm telling you.
I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm the one who talked to Lorenzo.

What did you do?

I made no threats.

And no extortion.

I only offered him money.

Which he accepted.

If he really loved you,
he would have rejected it.

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

Don't look at me like that.

I did the best thing for everyone.

[Enrico] Why didn't you tell me?

Would you have let me?

After all that was done by my father.

After everything my sister had to endure.

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

Do you?

[pensive music playing]

I married the right one.

[music fades]

-Anna, forgive me.
-Mm.

Forgive me, I was a disaster.

No, it's okay.

At least you didn't use foul language.

It was an experience.

Front-row seat at your political suicide.

[compelling music playing]

At my...?

-Enrico, I've figured it out.
-[Enrico] Lidia, please.

-Right now, I don't think I can...
-[Lidia] No, please.

Please, you have to listen to me,
and concentrate.

[sighs]

First, Beatrice had requested to move
to a new room a few days before her death.

But if she had to go to the convent,
what was the point of moving?

No point.

Second, Beatrice had asked Sofia
to draw the façade

of the college for her,
as a souvenir, a memento. Um...

But we know this was
a place of envy and malice,

and there was absolutely nothing beautiful
for her to remember.

In itself strange.

Beatrice, that very day,
asked Laura to prepare her some tea.

Once she got there, after making the tea,

she chased her away
without telling her a thing.

Well?

Put yourself in the shoes
of someone like Beatrice,

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

who suddenly loses it all.

Her parents are sending her to a convent.

She's worried sick
that she will never be able to escape.

You would have killed yourself.

Exactly.

Well, I must say
your hypothesis is fascinating.

But without evidence...

The locket you found
among the personal effects of the victim.

Do you have it?

-Yes.
-[Lidia] May I see it?

There we go.

Do you recall the method of Dr Plenk?

-Wolfsbane turns red on contact...
-With saline solutions.

Exactly. So, if I'm correct...

[suspenseful music playing]

It was Beatrice who poured the poison
into her own cup.

Before doing so,
she wanted to take revenge

on the person who had ruined her life.

Laura.

Well, Depretis is absolutely right.

If women could run for office,
I'd vote for you myself.

When did he say this?

You can read his interview
in this morning's Gazette.

["Nos Intensités"
by Mademoiselle K playing]

[Depretis] "Last night, I had the honour
of meeting a young woman

by the name of Lidia Poët."

"Many people know her story."

[Lidia] "And the humiliation
she had to endure."

"But few know her ideas."

"Her battle, in fact, is for a revolution
that we can no longer afford to put off."

"Giving equal rights
to those who have never had them."

[French rock music plays]

[Lidia] "Dr Poët's ability to expose
vanity and pride

should set an example to those of us
who govern this glorious nation".

["Nos Intensités" continues playing]

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

PIERLUIGI FOURNEAU

PLENK
PHYSIOLOGY AND PATHOLOGY OF PLANTS

The President was
incredibly impressed by your speech.

And I am now so very mortified, Senator.

Don't be hard on yourself.
We have more important things to consider.

If women could run for office,

supporters of progress and liberty
would vote your way.

So we asked ourselves,

"Is there a person
who comes close to Lidia Poët?"

And Anna had a great idea.

No. Not for all the gold in the world.

[Lidia] Enrico, listen.

I, too, am more than a little sceptical.

However, look, it truly is an honour.

Yes, I am very honoured, but no.

Marianna has gone to live at Jacopo's.

-She's what?
-She emptied her wardrobe.

Now what's happened this time?

[Enrico] Teresa... paid Lorenzo

to break off their relationship.

To disappear from her life.

-When you have children, you can judge me.
-No, Teresa. I think I can do that now.

I'm going to get her.

-She'll hear me this time.
-Enrico, no.

I think it's better if Lidia goes.

The two of you together
created this disaster,

and you expect me to fix it?

Let me remind you that
you expressly told me not to see Jacopo.

-Plus, I have other things to do.
-If you do this...

perhaps I could consider your proposal.

Really?

Now, I'm not saying I'll accept it.
But I will most certainly consider it.

ANNUAL REPORT - BANK OF TURIN
YEAR 1882

[ominous music playing]

[door opens]

-All right, have a nice evening.
-Have a good evening.

[keys jangling]

[horses trotting]

[menacing music playing]

[music intensifies]

[dramatic music playing]

FINANCIAL STATEMENT

[Jacopo] "Umberto Nitti,
secretary of the director Antonio Juvara."

-[gunshot]
-[groans]

[Nitti] Go! Go!

[woman] What's happening? Who's there?

[music ends abruptly]

[knocking on door]

[exhales]

Hm. How is she?

She's very angry.

She really did it this time.

Agreed.

[Marianna] No. I'm not going back.

I refuse to see her.

Marianna, without you, I can't go back.

I must take you, dead or alive.
Your choice.

Well then, the answer would be
that you stay here.

[dogs barking in the distance]

[suspenseful music playing]

-[lock clicks]
-My uncle allowed me to stay.

You could always sleep with me.

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

[clattering]

You hear that?

[footsteps approaching]

[menacing music playing]

Stay here.

[music continues]

[music intensifies]

[music stops]

["Misfit" by RIIVAL playing]

♪ I'm a misfit, I'm a misfit ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm different
Yeah, I'm different ♪

♪ You don't wanna miss this ♪

♪ You're gonna wanna witness, whoa! ♪

♪ Whoa! ♪

♪ Whoa! ♪

♪ Whoa! ♪

♪ Whoa! ♪

♪ Whoa! ♪

♪ Whoa! ♪

♪ You're gonna miss me when I'm gone ♪

♪ But you can't have all the fun ♪

♪ Gotta give everyone a taste ♪

♪ Can't let my greatness go to waste ♪

♪ So I'm flying state to state ♪

♪ And they patiently await ♪

♪ Everybody needs something to believe ♪

♪ And that something might be me ♪

♪ I'm a misfit ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm different ♪

♪ You don't wanna miss this ♪

♪ You're gonna wanna witness, whoa! ♪

♪ I'm a misfit ♪

[closing theme music playing]

[music fades]