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Help me?

What the fuck are you doing, Ludo?

Nothing. Come on, let's do it a photo before the feat.

- You're capable? - My hands are freezing.

Can you fix me?

Everything is fine.

- Yes? - Yes.

- Hey, tell me! How tall is Pollux? - 4092.

- I have never climbed above 4000. - You'll see how cool it is!

Let's go come on.

- Eraser? - No.

Oh!

- Good morning. - Good morning.

If you're looking for the lady, she's over there.

You know the way anyway, don't you?

Thank you.

HI.

- What did you come to do? - To see how you are.

You saw me! There's more?

Once on this table we did another type of accounts. Memories?

Now I'm an accountant.

Don't try it!

- Tomorrow my VAT expires. - Are you angry.

You are right. What should I tell you?

I treated you badly. But I'm here to make it up to you.

Perfect! Then do something! Think of something.

Have you ever heard of flowers?

Those strange creatures that grow in the meadows.

Women like to receive them.

It will also be banal and obvious, but sometimes it's useful.

Especially if done with the heart.

You always said no you liked flowers. Am I remembering wrong?

As a birthday present, no. As a way to make it up to you, yes!

- Cretin! - The flowers...

[Knocking at the door]

- Doctor. - Who is?

Always rosemary compresses?

My cold goes away. What should I do, huh?

What's up?

There is a 911 call for an accident in the mountains.

The mountaineer fell from Pollux. There is already help on site.

Pollux?

Yes, it is the summit of the Rosa massif. 4000 meters.

What was he doing there?

He was up with two others that they were heating

- to conquer the top. - At 4000 meters?

No, the victim took a flight of a few hundred meters.

Instead the other two roped I'm in the hospital.

- There's no help? - There are.

But maybe we have to we should go too, right?

What are you saying?

Do one thing, go there, seize the equipment and speak

with those of the rescue. I I go to the hospital to see the survivors.

All right.

- Doctor. - What do you want, Casella?

There would be the police commissioner looking for her.

- Would there be or is there? - There is! Except he was leaving,

but I told him to wait that I would have called her.

Of course, you never mind your own business! Go Go!

- Schiavone. - Hello, doctor.

- He heard? - Certain.

The accident in the mountains. It's not the first and won't be the last.

What accident? Yesterday Gustavo Brionati left us.

Former president of the court, person important for us and the city.

- Condolences. - Tomorrow there will be the funeral.

In full uniform. Me I await his presence.

No me...

Don't say anything, Schiavone! It would be useless. Dress uniform.

- Well! - What the fuck are you laughing at, Casella?

Don't you know how to fit in? D'Intino you are not a paratrooper!

Watch out! Close those legs. Stand at attention.

My God! Tomorrow it will be you to represent the state police

before the institutions and to the civil society of the city.

However!

What are you talking about? You don't hear what am I talking about?

Huh?

Our reputation will depend

by your behavior tomorrow at the funeral.

- I understood, but I didn't even know him. - Oh! Then you're crazy!

What are you laughing at?

You are completely crazy.

We want to cover shit up the entire police force?

Huh? At the state funeral?

Tomorrow I want you in full uniform.

Punctual to the cemetery. Listen to me!

[inaudible voices]

- HI. - Hello, Catherine.

How did she go?

The weather is good and we managed to recover the body.

What time did you receive the distress call?

At 12.10.

Time to arrive on site

and we identified the body of Ludovico Venier

at the foot of Pollux. Era with two climbing partners.

Yes.

Colleagues brought them in hospital because they had bruises

- and they were in shock. - That's fine with me.

This is the order of seizure of equipment.

- All right. - Okay.

Good work.

- Go. - Thank you.

We left the refuge at dawn of the guides of the Val d'Ayas.

We immediately got together. As an expert I opened

then there was Sandro and lastly Ludovico. He was the least experienced.

We passed a terrace and then we continued the climb.

At a certain point Ludovico warns us that he must fulfill a need.

-While he climbed to 4000 meters? - Happens.

He took advantage of that terrace. Except he made a mistake.

We called him, but he didn't answer.

Then we went down and we fell ten meters down

towards the base of the wall. When we got down

we saw it...

He had rolled to his feet of the wall.

And he ended up at the bottom on the glacier.

We called for help and when we got down

the helicopter he had already taken Ludovico.

So... All three are partners of an architectural firm.

They had received this order important and to celebrate

they wanted to do this feat. It's bad luck, that's all!

- It doesn't seem like bad luck to me. Pardon miss. - Please.

If in the middle of winter one climbs a mountain of 4000 meters...

He kind of asked for it, didn't he? Bad luck is something else.

It's when you go shopping and something falls on your head.

That's bad luck. Or be twenty years older than you!

It's a cause-and-effect situation that your mind tends to ignore.

Yet it is simple disarming, my love.

If you don't do the shopping, the fridge is empty.

I always think about it too late.

- Did you ever go there again? - Where?

To see our house in Provence.

Our dream. End our lives like old elephants with bones in the sun.

Why didn't you go anymore? It's a couple of hours from here.

I didn't even look anymore that farmhouse on the Internet.

- Why? - Because it costs too much.

I've never had money a problem for you.

- But they speak French there. - It seems obvious to me. I'm in France!

Look how dark this city is.

- Smoky, it always rains... - Provence is full of light.

Why don't you want to go anymore?

Because it's not like before, everything has changed.

You must have somewhere to go, Rocco.

Because otherwise, what are you going to do? Huh?

In this moment of pain

we join the sons of the eminent Brionati. Martha and George.

How to forget work, the experience

and teachings of Dr. Brionati?

Not just for the court of this city

but for all jurisprudence! Cases immediately come to mind...

[softly] Schiavone will be happy. Your idea?

No.

He amazed us with his acumen with which they were conducted.

A man of moral integrity impeccable

who accompanied him For all life.

Moris. Moris!

- Stopped. Damian! - What do I do?

The tomb of the Brionati it should not be closed.

We have to move another body. Get out.

"He will rise again on the last day. We give you thanks, Lord,

for all the benefits you have donated to your servant in this life..."

Sorry, but why we need to move this lady

- in Brionati's tomb? - I do not know!

They told me that we need to move

the body of Veronica Guerlan Bresson

from the family chapel of her husband to that of the Brionati.

And this is what we will do! As soon as the function ends.

The documents and everything else? I don't want to be sued.

Guys, we have it all. Signatures, authorizations, deeds...

Do you have any other questions?

- No. - No.

Better this way because we have to hurry up, they're about to end.

- These rich people are strange people! - Yes, but also the poor.

Have you ever seen yourself in the mirror? You don't seem normal to me at all.

They spend money to build the graves and then leave them to rot.

Here we are! I would like to know who puts this rose.

- Nobody ever comes. - I told you, they're strange people.

- But no one ever comes here. - I really do not think so.

However, this is the tomb, Boys. Good work.

I'm going to see what we're at the point of the funeral.

Later.

Go, Damiano.

[indistinct voices]

Excuse me, doctor.

- Any news about the accident at high altitude? - No, doctor.

But it is certain that it is of an accident.

Where is Schiavone?

Usual!

I'm predicting a grade nine tear for our friend.

He will be your friend! Certainly not mine.

Listen, before you go to the office shall we have a hot chocolate?

- Yes. - So tonight I'll sleep at your place.

- No! - You do not want me?

No. Italo, tonight there is the final.

Ah! I swear I'll keep my hands in my pockets.

Until the commercials!

Good boy.

- Ready? - Go!

Go.

[speaks in dialect]

- The usual? - What's the usual?

- Coffee with alcohol. The usual. - The usual? Well!

Schiavone begins to integrate in the community.

No, this morning you bring me croissant wholemeal with honey and a cappuccino

- with soy milk. - I didn't see her at the funeral.

Avoid climbing on the mirrors.

- Funerals are not to my liking. - No?

We love them very much instead!

My wife and I made a reservation a funeral tour

- for summer holidays. - Schiavone, you don't have an excellent reputation.

In court, in the Region and also in the police station.

- All it takes is a breath of wind... -It's always windy here.

He will miss the snow and the rain of Aosta, believe me.

If it wasn't for me,

the police station would never have her crown.

- Was it you? - Yes.

Let's say she saves herself in football corner with an almost epochal save.

De Prà's saves. You remember it, right?

Great goalkeeper for Genoa. Perhaps one of the best.

I agree with you.

De Pra! Compared to Sarti, De Prà was nothing.

- Tailors? - Tailors.

Don't talk nonsense, Baldi!

Sarti saved his ass, De Prà was a champion.

What is he talking about?

- Sarti won the Champions Cup. - It does not have anything to do with it...

[confused voices]

Soya milk?

Wholemeal croissant with honey.

- But what is this crap? - She asked for it.

- Permit! - D'Intino! You must knock before entering!

- Do you understand it or not? - Excuse me. They found a dead Christian.

- Where? - At the cemetery.

Where should a dead Christian stay? The cemetery is full of dead people!

Yes, but these corpses they are overlapped.

One inside the coffin. One.

One is knocked out. The other... Above the coffin. Always one. Always lying down.

- So there are two dead. - Yes.

- Do we want to do the third, D'Intino? - I don't understand, doctor?

One inside the coffin...

- One in and one out. - What the fuck do you want, D'Intino?

- Shall we go to the cemetery, doctor? - I wouldn't go anywhere with you

imagine the cemetery. Call Rispoli! Call Italo.

Call someone!

- There is Casella, but... - Casella is fine.

- Permit? - There he is. We called him.

They are personal affections of the one who died in the mountains.

Thank you. Do not leave. We have to go one way.

Where?

I don't know, at the cemetery. He says that there is a corpse on top of another.

Yes, he said it that way the deputy commissioner specifies.

Fuck you, go away! Go out. You too, Casella. Go fuck yourself!

[thinks] Testudines linnaeus. Includes commonly known reptiles

like turtles or tortoises.

They manage to catch up 8 km per hour.

God, how bad is this! He looks like something from The Addams Family.

We always end up looking alike to the work being done.

- This one spends all day with the dead. - And who do we look like?

It's better if I don't tell you.

- Here I am. I'm the caretaker. - Greetings.

Are you Commissioner Schiavone?

- Deputy Commissioner Schiavone. - Excuse me.

- Are you taking us to the dead? - Yes.

It's in the chapel by Guerlan Bresson.

It is located in the old part of the cemetery. If you want to follow me.

We had to this morning do an exhumation.

We opened the mound and the surprise came our way.

Why did you have to move the body?

We had to move Veronica's body

from the Guerlan Bresson chapel to that of the Brionati family.

- The one who died a couple of days ago. - Yes, nice feature.

Too bad you didn't come. The commissioner made a good speech.

- Please, Casella. - They found it.

- Greetings. - Good morning.

Gustavo Brionati has left written in the will

of wanting to rest next to Veronica Guerlan Bresson for eternity.

- The deceased's family? - Only the family remains

his son Francesco, and to him it doesn't matter where we move the mother.

He lives in the hotel, at Billia. Do you know where he is?

- Yes, certainly. - Handsome!

- Nice hotel. - Casella, call Fumagalli. Right away.

I would gladly call him if I had a charged cell phone.

Can you lend me yours?

- What does a corpse do on top of a coffin? - I do not know.

I wasn't asking you.

If you speak out loud, people respond to you.

Ask her the questions in mind.

However, we have a body here very decomposed.

There are nice pieces of skeletons. We need a forensic biologist.

You got it?

Yes, we can call Mascini. Is the best.

- Can you tell me anything else? - It's a male.

He is tall ...

1.63 meters.

But keep in mind that when you die, you get a lot shorter.

She has two lead molars.

To know the age and the rest I'll have to do some analysis.

- Cause of death? - I have to study it.

But keep in mind that they are not there glands to analyze.

I could check the skeleton and see if there are any wounds on the bones

or evaluate the condition of the hyoid bone.

If it is intact, it means that he was not strangled.

Well done, Rocco!

Even someone who understands as little as you do close to a genius then he gets better.

What if he was poisoned?

- I do not know this. - Okay.

There you have to look at the fabrics. Here. But too much time has passed

and I won't be able to give precise answers.

- You are number one, you will make it. - Don't bullshit me.

However, it is true that they are number one. Actually, number two.

Number one always remains Professor Baresi.

Okay thanks.

Hi, Alberto.

But you don't want to know when was he buried?

- You know it? - Of course I know.

A corpse in a mound it decomposes in about ten years.

It will have been five because of this.

Then when I analyze the clothes, I'll be more precise.

You are the number one. Other than that Baresi!

Don't bullshit me.

- Goodbye, doctor. - Hello, Casella.

Let's talk about his mother.

-The exhumation of her body was planned. - Yes I know.

Above the coffin was found the body of a man.

[Francis laughs]

Tell me that's not true.

[laughing] Even when dead?

She's crazy stuff.

I thought that bitch was dead of my mother would have calmed down.

[Francis laughs]

- Excuse me. - Please.

[Laughing] That big bitch.

- Wants? - No thank you.

She died when I was 30.

I must have seen it about six times in my life.

And in two of those she was clinging to a man

that he wasn't my father.

I'll show you something, come on.

She follow me.

Here it is.

Look. At that time...

Forte dei Marmi 1975.

This is my mother, she was 36 years old. Beautiful woman, right?

Yes.

This is me at five years old. Browse, browse.

These are my servants.

I grew up with them because my mother was too busy.

My mom had a lover for hair. And you look at mom's photo.

She had thick hair.

My father loved her.

But after a while he got tired, poor guy.

They separated and before he died she was with Guastavo Brionati

the president of the court who died the day before yesterday.

On purpose!

Who is the man they found perched on mother's grave?

- I was hoping you would tell me. - No I do not know.

In fact, tell me if I have to testify because I have to go to Thailand.

No, there's no need.

His father suffered a lot for the death of his mother?

I do not know.

I was abroad and didn't come back for the funeral.

I know, he thinks I'm a person no feelings, an asshole.

In my entire life my mother is the person I hated the most.

When she died, she was a liberation. On one side.

And on the other hand I missed it the wall against which to play tennis.

I suddenly found myself in an open field

with goal, opponents and all the rest. It wasn't easy.

- Who are you seeing? - Nora. What the fuck are you doing here?

You were in that suite for half an hour. Who the fuck is he?

Shut up.

Let's not make any sleazy scenes. I am working.

You are sleazy.

- Are you telling me the truth? - Yes.

I followed you all the way in here. I thought you had someone else.

[groans]

In short, you have to search among the missing people

in the last five years.

- Yes, that's what Fumagalli says. - Doctor, who are we looking for?

We are looking for a person about 70 years old.

Practically today he should be 75 years old.

Wait. Today?

-Is today his birthday? - I do not believe.

- No. - D'Intino.

Today he would be 75 years old, why if he died five years ago, and he was 70...

Seventy plus five... No?

Seventyfive.

However he is a tall person approximately 1.70 metres.

Doctor, this is a coincidence.

- Why? -He was 1.70m tall and 70 years old.

The number 70 repeats. This may be a clue.

No!

Cursed.

- It's the dead man's box. - Cursed!

Which one died?

The one from the mountain. Let's take a look next.

Where the fuck did they get you?

However he is a dignified person. Inside the coffin, wearing a black dress.

- Skinny. -Why is he skinny?

I saw it, doctor. He was all skin and bones.

I made a joke.

Cursed. Go fuck yourself, all three. I'll kill you!

They can act stupid and what if I'm making a joke, isn't it okay?

Now he's pissed.

But fuck you.

Well, What can you tell me about this story?

I actually have to wait to find out more.

At the moment I can say that Veronica Guerlan Bresson

in his youth he worked hard.

And her son, the only heir, the at night he goes to dance on her grave.

- It is a metaphor? - Yes.

I ask him why Now I believe everything.

[laughing] It's a metaphor.

My men are searching among the missing persons in recent years.

Tomorrow I hope to find out a little more, but I don't believe it much.

A double burial.

Yes. It could be an idea to save money.

- [Cell phone rings] - Excuse me

Mhm.

Mhm.

- Keep me updated. - Certain.

I told you to buy waterproof shoes.

Martha.

Greetings.

Deputy Commissioner Schiavone.

- Condolences again. - Thank you.

- Did they tell you what happened? - Yes.

But what was a body doing there on poor Veronica's coffin?

We're investigating, ma'am.

Can I ask you what relationship he had your father with Veronica?

Dad started seeing her some time after mom died

and then he fell in love with her.

They couldn't get married

because Carlo Guerlan Bresson he never granted her a divorce.

-He loved her madly. - No.

He didn't give her a divorce for properties.

Houses, land and more. It would have been a big mess.

Now I have to ask you a question.

In your opinion Veronica could she have a lover?

No, I exclude it. With dad she had found that tranquility

and that love she had sought For all life.

You have any idea who can be the corpse?

No.

Oh God, so suddenly.

In March it also rains in Rome.

A warm rain which heralds spring.

Then you turn around and realize it that women have already noticed

that it's spring.

Go out of home.

And you see all the colors, the clothes.

You just have to stay there.

Watch and admire

because then suddenly those colors go out,

like the fucking sky of the city, just like that, suddenly.

Old age is terrible.

Women shouldn't never grow old.

These then all dry out.

- Do you want a coffee? - No thank you. What is this box?

- They are the deceased's personal belongings. - Oh. Which one died?

The dead man from the mountain accident.

Here they are.

Where?

Let's see'.

We want to take ours back mountain equipment.

It's possible?

I'm taking you to my superior. He will decide.

Is there any interesting stuff?

Laws.

It is the list of objects found about Ludovico.

Artic brand gloves.

Elastic brand collar.

- Yes. - Chain with holy card.

Okay, I'll tell you.

Look at this picture. He has a watch on his wrist.

- Yes. - The clock isn't there. You see it?

She had it on her wrist. That's a 5000 euro Chronostar.

He has a steel strap like this. Do you find it there?

No, there is not.

I widened it. I don't see shit.

- [Knocking at the door] - Who is?

Doctor, there are Polenghi and Biamuti out here.

- What do they want? - Their equipment.

Tell him the superior isn't there.

You are the superior.

Tell him that in two days they will get everything back.

- Take them out of the boxes. - All right.

I am sorry, but now the superior is not there.

But in a couple of days everything should be fine.

Thank you.

Enter.

I have not lost anything, if not on the list means she's not here.

Rather you, I know how you work, did you check carefully?

I checked the equipment seized, and the watch was not there.

-Did you have abrasions on your wrist? -No, she just had broken fingers.

Nothing on her wrist. But if you want, you can send him to check.

But he's an asshole!

-He might have lost it in the fall. - Can be.

But he fell from that height, he the steel strap broke

and not even a graze or a cut? Nothing?

- Maybe his friends stole it. - It's a possibility.

- So you think... - I don't think anything.

But I see a breakup on the horizon of tenth level assholes.

[together] "Cum laude".

"The ruminant foot". Seven letters.

- Why is the sauce watery, Mari'? - Did you put oil in it?

- No. - Then too much water.

I put in a little.

At that time? The ruminant foot.

- Hoof. - No, it starts with B and ends with O.

Damn, that's disgusting, Mari.

Don't you feel cold?

Are you going up there tomorrow?

At 4000 meters.

I can't think about it.

Cover yourself well.

Don't go there with the Loden and the Clarks,

otherwise they will find you again in August with the melting of the ice.

It would not be bad.

Don't be an idiot.

Why don't you put the paintings here?

They wouldn't suit us, I left them in Rome.

- But there's a sad air about it. - There's the air that needs to be there, Mari.

Rocco, you are beautiful.

But how beautiful! I look like a diver.

- Do you want help getting up? - Fuck you, Italo!

You'll make it?

[in Roman dialect] This thing You don't come down like a bastard, do you?

No. He asked if the helicopter he risks falling down like a stone.

Ah! No, doctor, don't worry. It goes wonderfully.

- Guys, let's put these on later. - Are they traps?

We land on the glacier. I am crampons, they are used to prevent slipping.

How do I walk with those?

It's easier than you think.

Doctor, what time did you arrive? the emergency call?

At 12.10. It is written on the report.

However you did well to go up today.

From tomorrow there will be a storm, it will be impossible to get closer.

Storm? But it's sunny.

But in the mountains the weather changes in an instant.

We found it over there Ludovico Venier

- at the foot of that rock face. - It looks like it has clogs.

Laugh, huh? Remember the sheep of Gennargentu.

Here, you see that tooth of rock down there?

Yes.

If it follows to the right, it finds a recess in the rock.

A kind of pitch.

It seems that Ludovico he crouched there and slipped.

-Damn, he had a great flight. - Yes.

Okay thanks.

Boys, you have to do me a big favor.

I can't get up there not even with a helicopter. All right?

Go onto that terrace and tell me if you find anything.

- Then you tell me, okay? - All right.

- Take a radio. - Yes.

We go.

- Found anything? - [radio] No, no watches for now.

Doctor, I'm calling the helicopter. The weather is changing here

- for a couple of days it will be hell. - Go.

How do you feel? Heachache?

I'm a little dizzy.

Look, what is that?

But Rocco, feel the beautiful air.

- Breathe. - So I fall to the ground.

[radio] Doctor, we found something strange.

- What does it mean? - It looks like chewing gum.

Chewing gum? All right, bring it to me.

No, wait. What a sight, stop like this!

I can't miss it.

- What are you doing? - The Yeti!

- But you're an idiot! - Perfect. Where does it come from?

This comes from the terrace from where the climbers said

that Ludovico was doing his business.

I'll take a look. At that time.

This is American rubber.

- Does it take long? - I am working.

There's something in here. This one that looks like a mint...

- You see it? It's a piece of tooth. - A tooth?

- Can we find out if it belongs to us? - I'll take five minutes.

- It's safe? - Yes.

Also because up there there was no one else but them.

Let me understand. She found it a tooth on a terrace

at more than 3000 meters above sea level and you deduced all this?

Certain.

They assert that Ludovico stopped on the terrace

to do a need.

To fulfill a need physiological. Do you understand?

Then he slipped and went down for a hundred metres.

That chewing gum instead tells us something else.

He didn't stop there, but he fell for it.

So Ludovico he fell onto the terrace

- and they threw him downstairs? - Of course, they cut the cord.

But that ledge cushions the fall.

They notice, they go downstairs and finish the job.

They take him and throw him down.

I have to find that watch and above all the cut rope.

They definitely hid them up there before help arrived.

- Those are tests, doctor. - Yes, but how does he do it?

I have a plan. A kind of net fishing.

Don't worry, just about the next ones For 48 hours no one will be able to go up there.

- Very bad weather is expected. - The motive?

- Do you always remember, "cui prodest"? - Of course, "cui prodest".

- "Cui prodest..." Classical studies. - She?

- No, her. - Find me the motive, Schiavone.

Listen, that little problem at the cemetery?

- Unfortunately, everything is still silent there, doctor. - Of course, it's a cemetery.

Here you are.

- Check if everything is there. - Thanks, no need.

Handsome.

- Beautiful. - A sketch by Antonio Sant'Elia.

We keep the original in the safe.

- Can we offer you something? A coffee? - No thank you.

Don't you check if everything is there?

You see, we found it helmets, ropes

with which I presume you have made the ascent.

I don't know what it's for, but inside there was a very sharp knife.

That's just in case a rope needs to be cut.

- It can happen to save your life... - You don't wish this on anyone.

No, in fact.

You cut the rope to do safety cords.

This is the minutes of release of equipment.

You have to sign it.

The thing that doesn't sit well with me

is that your friend Ludovico had a watch on his wrist.

Yes, a Chronostar. 5000 euros, we gave it to him three years ago.

- It's not found. - As?

I wouldn't want someone from the rescue put his hands where he shouldn't have.

No, the rescue ones they are trustworthy people.

Yes.

But the fact is that it can't be found.

- He must have dropped it. - No.

It's impossible. I'm not here to explain why, but it's impossible.

However, not today, they say that there will be a great storm.

- But tomorrow... Tomorrow? - No, the day after tomorrow.

Maybe the day after tomorrow will be nice, We'll search the entire area.

We will resume the search for my good name, from the Police Headquarters

and the rescue guys.

But I swear that I will bring that watch back to you.

- Thank you very much. - Thank you.

- We're counting on it. - It would also be a nice memory.

Yes, I find it.

- Until we meet again. - Until we meet again.

Why this drama like Mario Merola?

Because they shouldn't suspect anything

and they need to know that in a couple I'll be up there again in a few days.

Of course, they could have hidden a clock everywhere.

Yes, but they had to hide the watch, rope cut.

They hid them at high altitude, trust me.

I'll go back to visit him

and I take a look behind the painting by Antonio San'Elia.

- Why? Is there a safe? - Yes.

I know someone who's good at opening them.

- Did you fall for it again? - No.

Not this time, he came to me to apologize.

-You should have seen him, he was too funny. - You forgave him.

- Sure, zero resistance. - No.

I told him, “If you want to be forgiven, try flowers."

Did Rocco Schiavone take the flowers?

I know it sounds strange, but he did it.

He will have taken the chrysanthemums.

- No come on! -What flowers did he get?

- I don't know, they haven't arrived yet. -When did he get them?

Yesterday. Actually, no. Wait.

The day before yesterday.

Aosta on Aosta they are not arrived after 48 hours?

In your place I would have waited proof that he had taken them.

- At that time? - We are almost there.

If the burglar alarm is silent and now the police are coming?

That anti-theft model it is sonorous and not silent.

- Now will you shut up for a moment? - Sh! Speak slowly.

- Done. - You are great.

- You're a phenomenon, but now get away. - Excuse me.

Take off.

Did you understand?

Let's see what we have here.

Here you are.

We see.

- Let's see what's there. - What do I do? Can I get something?

What? We are doing everything to show

that we didn't open the safe and you take something? Leaves!

My goodness, like kids!

What do we have?

Look. This study won a 13 million order.

- Whistle! - You realize?

Here are Sandro's signatures and Carlo.

- Only poor Ludovico's is missing. - What bastards!

- They had already done it outside the studio. - Certain.

- Is that why they killed him? - Certain.

They couldn't just oust him legal and they killed him like that.

What sons of bitches! Photograph everything.

They cut off his rope while he dangled.

- Yes. - Did you find it?

I didn't find the rope, it will be together with the clock.

Here, good. Everything is organized here.

They organized everything.

They took him to the mountains and killed.

What shitty people!

I am a bandit, but for the money I wouldn't kill anyone.

Couldn't I go to the hotel? I also had a couple of Moldovans.

But which Moldovans? The Moldovans!

Is this how you think of Adele? Sebastia', remove this foot!

What are you doing, touching?

Imagine there is an imaginary line.

My goodness, Jesus.

- Speaking of Adele, how's it going? - She's back in the fold.

I told you. Do you know you lost the bet?

It was 100 euros.

I come here from Rome to do this I work for free and you ask me for money?

What does it mean? They are debts gambling, debts of honor.

Fuck you.

- The foot! Go further. - Don't spread out.

What... What was his name? The Tie, the lover?

- It's all fake. - Certain.

She wouldn't go with the Tie that is 70 years old.

I told you.

Hold her tight.

-There are few women like her, she remembers. - Yes.

Then we are no longer twenty years old.

Do you understand, Sebastia'?

- Oh! - [Sebastiano snores]

Kill! He hits you when you sleep.

Goodnight to you too.

- So the case is solved. - I would say yes, a little longer.

Have you thought about the love triangle between Veronica

the former president of the court and Carlo Guerlan Bresson?

As for that Veronica, nothing but a triangle!

- It's incredible. - Yes.

How would you react if opening my grave

- could I find someone else? - Who else?

What questions are they? Who else must be there?

I'll take it anyway and I throw him out of the grave.

I'll set it on fire, okay?

Stop it, you're not making me laugh, Marina.

He can't be there next to you never anyone. Do you know why?

Because I will always be there.

I follow you, my love. I'll follow you as long as you want.

Maremma dog, do you listen to me?

That stranger was shut down in that mound about five years ago.

- What makes you say that? - Yes, now I'll start teaching the lesson

on the passing of the years, on the basis of fungi found on fabrics.

CSI, everything. Let's spend the evening like this.

- Cause of death? - I do not know.

She did not die a violent death

and the fabrics show no traces of poison.

She called you the forensic biologist, don't be a pain in the ass!

- Ask him. - Okay, but why are you picking on me?

Martini. Professor Martini!

Hey!

Good good good! How is it going?

- Meet Burt. - Burt?

He names each body he examines until the identity is discovered.

He is a luminary, he always remains among bones, skeletons.

The subject in question he is a Caucasoid man.

This can be seen from the shape and skull opening.

Now the age.

You might wonder how I figured it out age given that the third molar is missing.

Who cares!

We have enamel.

Let it stay between us, Burt doesn't have good nail polish.

Burt is over 65 years old.

Even if we look at the cartilage articulate

and the joints of the skull...

- Maybe 65 years is a compliment. Real? - I share.

- Yes, but why Burt? -Because he looks like Burt Lancaster.

- I share. - There's an old fracture here.

Tibia and fibula. She recalcified very badly.

Our Burt he did hard work.

Looking at your hands I would say the farmer, the worker.

Now the thing I called her for, deputy commissioner. Look at the finger.

It is the sign of a ring.

I'd say it's silver, an alloy with copper or something like that.

- Have you found the ring? - No, there's no sign of rings.

Strange, because the trace is there

and I don't think Burt is paraded before coming here.

Someone entered the chapel after us?

Nobody, doctor.

I'm done like you said.

- Excuse me. - Come on, Italo.

She had it on her finger, it has to be here.

I am astigmatic and short-sighted, I can barely see the floor.

- Let it go. - This thing is strange.

She's not the only one. Every now and then in front at the chapel I find a white rose.

You see, yesterday there was this.

I wonder who puts it there.

- Certainly not the son. - So who?

- Did you bet on that? - If I catch her, I'll give her a beating...

- Show him all the paraphernalia. - Good morning.

Good morning.

- Good morning. - Greetings.

- What's up? - Where is he, Maurice?

Where is what?

Don't waste our time, nothing will happen to you.

Eh...

- What is that stuff? - It's worth nothing.

- I wanted to sell it and make a quick buck. - Where did you get that?

He had her body on his finger when we opened the tomb.

- You're such an idiot! - Hey!

Be good.

It doesn't matter, Damiano found it on the ground outside the chapel.

- Right, Damiano? - Excuse me, it's just...

- A few easy euros was useful to me. - There is a writing.

Yes, I read it. Franca and Mario married, 10/22/1960.

Mario. Now Burt has a name.

Now who is Burt?

Of course, how people are reduced! To steal from corpses.

The question is badly posed, Italo.

The right question is: "How do you do it to empower people

to steal from corpses?" Did you understand?

Caterina, I have a nice task for you. You are happy?

You have to look for a marriage celebrated more than 50 years ago

- between Franca and Mario. - Okay, it'll take a while.

Let Scipioni give you a hand.

Leave Laurel and Hardy out, listen to me.

Doctor, as you commanded

I checked all seventy-year-olds named Mario

disappeared in the last five years. There are three.

- I can help this beautiful... -You get out of my way!

A crown of flowers, here's what you bought from the florist!

You're a bastard and I don't lose anymore my time with you!

This means sending a message with flowers, you idiot!

- But who is he, doctor? - I don't know, Case!

Some chrysanthemums. Beautiful.

- Of course you have a way with women! - But...

Rispoli, remove that expression from the face.

I am always your superior.

What are you laughing at, Casella? You want to send me fuck you too or are we working?

The storm at altitude should be finished. We threw the bait.

Now we have to see if the fish bite. All right?

Let's go for a ride romantic, are you coming?

No! I come.

- You come? - Yes.

There is nobody.

- No. - Hate.

This is the summer refuge, in winter only the winter one is open.

- Not even the light? - No, Rocco. Here...

- Gas lamps only. - Hate.

Let's start well!

Will you understand, what do we eat?

'15-'18 beans.

Rusty peas.

I told you we had to bring something.

Be thankful that some mountaineer generously left them

otherwise you remained fasting.

Better to fast than eat this stuff. The mattresses?

Which mattresses? That's already a lot if we have sleeping bags!

Sleeping bags?

The last time I entered I was 16 in a sleeping bag.

We are not in a campsite. What a pain in the ass!

This is a pain in the ass of the eighth level, minimum!

Rocco, what are you doing?

- I did not understand. - You can't smoke.

Can't you see it's all made of wood?

- Okay, I'm going out. - Out?

It will be 20 degrees below zero.

It's romantic.

If Catherine had been there, would have been better.

Do you want to tell me something?

What should I tell you? You got there first. You're young, cute.

Otherwise, do you know what I've been up to?

- Do you have serious intentions with this girl? - Yes.

See if you're making fun of her or you treat her badly, I'll make you pay.

- Did you understand? - Why do you have to get in the way?

I don't get in the way, but Caterina is special.

She is a girl who deserves so much. She is intelligent.

He doesn't deserve an asshole like you.

[Russian]

"The most beautiful refuge in the Alps. See you soon."

"Just us and the stars. Kisses from Brescia."

[in German] Goodbye.

Hey! Here we are.

- What do we do now? - Let's wait.

In this situation it was better if you were carrying a gun too.

Italo, you have to deal with it one reason.

I don't carry a gun with me, All right?

Here they are.

They go towards the top. How far up there is it?

An hour. Do we follow them?

Fuck! What do we follow? I'm freezing to death.

We wait here, they have to come back anyway. Where are they going?

- How do you feel? - Tired. It was hard.

Good evening.

Calm down, calm down.

I can see what you have inside backpacks, please? On the table.

Very slowly.

- Thanks, I'll do it myself. - Look, Rocco.

It's a rope.

- Cut. - Cut.

This is where it gets bad.

Look what we have here, Rocco.

Tell me what time it stops the clock?

- 11.35. - When was the emergency services called?

- 12.10, 35 minutes later. - Yes, 35 minutes later.

Why this discrepancy?

- We... - I think one thing.

Ludovico... Ludovico, right?

He fell at 11.35am.

But help was called 35 minutes later.

Do you know why?

In my opinion he didn't die when he fell due to his imprudence

on that glacier. He died when he fell on that terrace

where you said that he had stopped to relieve himself.

He had stopped to do his business.

Well. Do you know why he fell?

You with a clean shot you cut the cord

and he fell 15 meters. A nice bang!

Then you came down.

You found him dead, perhaps in agony.

I imagine the scene. You took off his harness

you have recovered the rope and noticed the clock.

You took that too.

And you threw it down for the cliff.

Then you took all the stuff and you left it at altitude.

You hid it because you knew that the police would arrive

and would have seized everything. To that at that point you called for help.

It's a nice reconstruction on his part, from a novel.

But it's just a reconstruction.

He stopped in that lay-by because he had to do his needs.

He had to do his business. At that time tell me why on that terrace

there was chewing gum with Ludovico's blood?

He was stuck in the middle a piece of tooth.

Your friend left pieces of tooth around? I do not believe.

Italo, a pair of handcuffs. Two pairs.

Will he hold it for me for a moment? Wait, I forgot something.

Greetings.

I'll see you at the press conference. I called it in an hour.

- Unfortunately I have other things to do, doctor. - What?

Remember the cemetery case?

We can't identify the corpse.

I have to talk to the son by Guerlan Bresson.

- Leave me alone with the "newspaper vendors"? - She'll do just fine.

She turns them around like a sock, there I know. They hang from her lips.

One day I will understand whether she takes the piss or not.

I would never dare, doctor.

Come on, let's go. Come on, what are you waiting for?

You have cross-referenced the data of these Marios disappeared with those of weddings?

Nothing. Mario Michelini and Mario Puccio

which disappeared in 2007 and in 2008, they have no one left.

The first was Annabella's widower, and the second was not married.

In short, a hole in the water.

- Yes. - And you, Caterina?

October 22, 1960

they were celebrated in Aosta two weddings.

But no one between Franca and Mario.

I understand. So they didn't get married here.

Another hole in the water.

- Doctor, if you allow... - Yes, Casella.

I thought of something.

Ah! Guys, historic moment.

Casella thought of something. She tells us.

We know that this Mario he was more or less 70 years old.

Therefore, blessed is he, he was already retired.

- Certain. -And he was a worker.

You always think about pension, Casella. Real?

No never mind.

Casella didn't say a stupid thing.

Sharp observation.

Good boy.

But now do something, go home.

You have given us a great help, but I don't want you to push yourself too hard.

- Is it serious? - Very serious.

- Good work. - Thank you.

- Well done, Casella. - Thank you.

Really good.

So, guys.

Retired worker. Let's note this down, okay?

Listen to me. But other than that...

Mario has to deal with it with the Guerlan Bresson family

otherwise it wouldn't have been done buried in that chapel.

Yes. A lover?

Maybe, but anyway...

In my opinion here's something else underneath.

But I can't understand what.

- Good morning. - Doctor Schiavone.

Mr. Guerlan Bresson he had to leave town.

But he begged me to leave them the key to the suite.

- Thank you. - Not at all.

Then you've already eaten.

But damn...

Doctor Schiavone.

Ah, I see you are in great demand.

But her? Still having dinner with the ambassador?

No, I faked a migraine.

If we continue to stay down here, she will really come to her.

I saw Nora.

Me too.

It cost her a lot to get them a bouquet of flowers?

More than you can imagine.

- Romance is not his strong point. - No, absolutely no.

Let's say I point everything on sympathy.

What is its strong point, aside from that? minding her friends' business?

To do my own business of my friends, in fact.

- Does it make me curious? - Yes.

The other evening, at Nora's house, which level of pain in the ass was it?

Oh. She knows a lot about me.

In short... Almost a level eight.

- Yes? - Yes, it would have been.

- And instead? - Instead not even a six.

Not even a six. Can I know why?

Because she was there.

- [in French] See you soon. - As you say.

Franca Brugnoli, the Bressons' maid

and her husband Mario Ferri. Where are we at?

I'll tell him now.

Franca Brugnoli.

For 20 years she was the housekeeper by Guerlan Bresson.

But she is now retired and she lives in Aosta.

She lives with her husband Mario Ferri and his son Luigi.

So Mario Ferri is still alive.

I do not know.

Mario Ferri. Retired worker belonging to category B

of the Municipality of Aosta. He was born in Tortona on 20 May 1935.

Listen, Catherine.

In your opinion which husband gives to his wife a faith of...

Metallic. Nobody.

Or maybe someone who doesn't care about his wife.

Like someone who doesn't even know give her flowers.

- Let's get back to the case. - Yes.

My grandparents were farmers poor, but they had gold wedding rings.

- Then they gave them away for the war. - Yes, even my grandparents.

They gave the gold to the Duce.

- Yes. - But then we know how it ended.

Certain.

All faiths in the cauldron, and they made them out of tin.

- It could be a hypothesis. - But what does it have to do with it, excuse me?

They married in 1960.

- The war has nothing to do with it. - No, but poverty does.

- You say that they committed faith? - Yes.

But what was this faith doing to us?

on the finger of a dead man, if Mario Ferri is still alive?

I do not know.

- Open up, please! - Who are you looking for?

Ma'am, I'm the deputy commissioner Rocco Schiavone. Aosta Police.

- Have you seen where the Ferri are? - No, I will not be there.

The husband went to Turin for analyses.

And the wife went out with me grocery shopping. She will still be out.

You happen to know where he works her son?

No I do not know. I am sorry.

- But why? What's up? - Nothing, don't worry.

If you see any of the family, tell them we looked for them.

- Yes, certainly. - Can she do it alone?

Yes, goodbye.

- Until we meet again. - Until we meet again.

She was nervous.

- Show me something. - Yes.

At that time...

Ferri was a municipality worker, B category.

- Here. - What's up?

At that time?

Wait for me on that bench. And see if there's any movement.

- All right? - But where are you going?

Doctor! Is there any news?

Mario Ferri. Does this name mean anything to you?

Do you want to make fun of me? Mario used to work here.

At the cemetery.

- Then? - He was a worker.

Then, after the accident he was left lame.

Thus no longer being able to do the work manuals made him work as a caretaker.

And when he retired I took his place.

Why?

Doctor, what's happening? Did I say something wrong?

- Has something happened? - Did you see anyone?

No. Just the postman. Should I have followed him?

Oh, don't become like D'Intino otherwise I'm screwed at the police station.

Open up, it's the police!

- Open or I'll break down the door! - But still you? There is nobody.

Now I'll show them if there is no one.

What do you do?

You can not!

- I'm sorry, I just... - Ma'am, please, can you leave?

Yes.

- Franca Ferri. - I do not...

Are you the son Luigi Ferri?

- Can I offer you something? A coffee... - No, thank you.

Excuse me. When did you pawn the wedding rings?

Two months earlier that Mario would leave.

- How long has it been since your husband died? - Dad died in 2008.

- Ah! - A heart attack.

You thought about keeping it hidden the thing, right?

To keep his pension. Do you work, Luigi?

No.

I haven't worked for three years. And it's only before...

He is a surveyor.

-But she has never won a competition. - Mom, please!

Whose idea was it?

Dad still had them cemetery keys.

I knew how they were going things in that family.

He never went no one to find the lady.

I couldn't imagine that...

That they would take her from another part.

How did Luigi and I do it? Can you explain it to me?

We lived with Mario's pension.

Madam, your husband's pension it was rightfully hers.

Already! 80%. In fact, perhaps 60% the patronage told me

because my son it is no longer our responsibility.

Only the rent of the house costs us half of Mario's pension.

We were barely making it.

The night after death I had the keys...

I knew it in the old area no one ever went there.

I entered...

And by dawn I had already finished.

Something I will never forget!

- Inspector, wait for me outside. - Come.

Come and see.

Mario died here on his bed.

Was she the one who brought him the rose?

Yes, one every month. Because she had to have a grave.

You see, you can also live without a hope,

but at least in death we must maintain dignity.

I'm sorry, but you have to come at the police station with me.

-If she gets ready, I'll wait for her outside. - Yes.

- For a pension. - For a pension, yes.

- What are you thinking about? - I don't know!

Which sucks. I think of these poor people

than to avoid dying of hunger they are forced to hide

the corpse of the husband, of the father...

Those shitty architects who...

They have lots of money and are willing to kill for more.

- That's what you meant? - Yes, more or less.

Why don't you change jobs?

Huh? You are still young.

Maybe you're in time, right?

We go to work. Let's get to work seriously.

Don't we wait for them?

And the identity of the corpse?

[softly] This is Alfred Goetze. A sailor from Hamburg.

He was a lover.

A lover of Veronica. We got there

thanks to the testimony of his son Francesco.

- The causes of death? - Fumagalli was quite precise

- and lapidary. A heart attack. - Who buried him down there?

Why did he do it?

But why was it... An extreme act of love.

They wanted to stay united even in the afterlife.

And since this Alfred...

- Goetze. - Yes, Goetze.

Goetze! He wasn't well received from Veronica's family

they decided to do it in secret. But be careful, with complicity

of an old guardian of the cemetery. Such Mario Ferri.

Mario Ferri?

Yes, it helped them do this striking gesture.

- A little out of date! - Even a little macabre I would say.

The strange thing is that this sailor he was buried

in this tomb and then Veronica it was moved after...

In another tomb. Doesn't that seem absurd to you?

Certain. This is absurd, but what is logical in love?

Nothing!

- And listen, the relatives of this Goethe... - Goethe.

- Were they notified? -He has no relatives, he was a widower with no children.

At least not recognized children. You know what these sailors are like, don't you?

Yes.

But I say, this guy Mario Ferri...

But we have to investigate this old guardian.

We should investigate him, but he passed away. He is deceased.

- I have the report at the barracks. - I understand.

And tell me, but... Why her is she speaking so softly?

- I speak slowly because she started it. - I?

- Yes! I came behind her. - All right. She hears...

Indeed this story It's truly fictional.

Case closed, Schiavone!

I make mine congratulations on the speed.

Thank you very much.

I'm tired, Marina.

I'm really tired.

I can't stand this crap anymore.

- Why don't you go on holiday for a bit? - To do what?

To visit museums, go to restaurants

where everyone speaks in a low voice... Two balls!

They kept it hidden for five years.

Hidden for five years.

But how do people become like this?

Rocco, they kept him alive to live.

Tell me!

Why don't we go to bed, My love?

I will wait for you there.