Original subtitles

Listen, I'll be a little late tomorrow.

I have to bring my husband to do the analyses.

No problem!

- I'll open it. - Thank you. You are an angel.

- I love you. - Good night.

- Good night. - HI.

[TV] she remains shrouded in mystery the death of Adele Talamonti

the Roman merchant killed in the house of deputy commissioner Schiavone.

According to sources close to the police station the victim was a friend of Schiavone

she and she was in Aosta ...

[in Roman dialect] Welcome back! You haven't done any shopping

- and the refrigerator is empty. - I didn't do it.

Give me 50 euros that I'm going to eat in Pescara!

No.

- What? - [In Roman dialect] I won't give you the money, Enzo!

I'm pissed off!

What do you say?

You've been here for three days!

Eh!

You wanted to go to Aosta and we went there.

Now everyone goes their own way.

- How much longer do you have to stay here? - What the fuck I think!

Do you see this?

Receipt Hotel Saint Martin.

- Corrado Pizzuti. - Why don't you leave me alone?

- Why don't you go to Rome? - Don't worry, I'll go

when the waters calm down. But what do you know!

What do I know? But what do you know! You were also wrong!

Instead of the policeman you shot the one that had nothing to do with it!

You're a Begalin! Maybe it's a your family's problem, Enzo.

You and your brother Luigi you always miss the mark.

Shit, you don't have to name my brother! Never!

Huh? Remember, buddy!

[in Roman dialect] I fall, you fall too!

You fall too!

I made an appointment with him tomorrow morning at the cemetery.

- It couldn't have been someone from here? - No.

- Stuff from Rome. - I think yes.

Of course if I think that Adele is dead for my bullshit...

Our bullshit! Who tells you that we don't have something to do with it too?

They would have acted in Rome.

It is not possible that just anyone have to do with me...

- You have to pay the bill. - I killed Adele.

She shouldn't have worn it with a criminal like me.

Promise me that if you find out who he is leave it to me.

Swear it to me!

- No, I want to hear it, Rocco! - I swear to you, Sebastia.

It's hard to forget, isn't it?

It's impossible, Sabastia!

[TV] North wind force 3 with local reinforcements.

Partly cloudy with decreasing cloud cover.

Good visibility, rough sea.

North wind trend...

Shh!

Did you want me?

I am here.

Here I am.

I stay here!

"And these dicks!"

- Hey! - [in Roman dialect] What are you doing?

I make the target. What the fuck you do? Haven't you left anymore?

You stand there alone and that could come back.

I can't even think about it!

Here, take this.

I don't use them anymore. I don't have either that of ordinance. Here!

-She has fifteen barrels... - I know her. I know her!

- What are you doing as a representative? Here! -Above all, he's a virgin.

If you find that son of a bitch, no one will know who shot.

- Keep this gun! - You want to get your head around it

who want to kill you? Do you want to understand it?

I love you.

I can't stand funerals anymore.

I love you. I love you!

Keep her close, listen to me!

[phone rings]

[knocking at the door] - Good morning, newspapers.

Thank you.

[knocking at the door]

- Good morning. - Greetings. - Excuse the disorder. Her newspaper.

- Thank you. - Please.

"Still unnamed the murderer of Rue Piave."

"The feeling is that he is doing it square around Rocco Schiavone."

"Sandra Buccellato".

"This bitch!"

7 vertical. Empty space. 5 letters. Things?

- Vague. - No, it starts with "I" and ends with "E".

Indifferent.

Five letters I said!

Of course it's ugly here. Not that Rue Piave was much...

You must find a home, my love.

It's useless. It's useless!

The word of the crossword is "useless".

"Inane"! Yes!

The 7 vertical was "inane".

Empty space.

Inane.

You're angry with me, Marina.

If you're mad at me why don't you tell me clearly?

No, it's just... You're here licking your wounds...

Adele was a friend, wasn't she?

So, what the fuck, Rocco! Do something, right?

[cell phone rings]

Marinelli, give me good news.

I'm examining a bullet who killed Talamonti.

That son of a good woman has first reamed the barrel. It gets difficult.

-Can you trace her gun? - I'll try

but it won't be easy. She will take it some time to understand what the weapon is.

- I'll try to find out more. - All right. I owe you.

Please, keep your mouth water with my superiors.

All right, Rocco. You owe me a favor.

She Wolf!

Was she the target?

No I do not think so. Adele she was a good girl.

A quiet girl, with a clean criminal record.

Who shot her you were definitely wrong.

Then she was the girlfriend of one of mine Dear friend. Sebastiano Carucci.

- Is he a quiet guy too? - No. I wouldn't say exactly calm.

He had a bit of trouble with justice.

Maybe it was him they wanted to hit.

Perhaps. It could be a way to go.

Anyway, now's the case we'll take care of it.

You're too involved. Now I would like to ask for an armored car for her

- but there are difficulties... - Ninth! Don't worry, doctor.

I'm not in any danger.

I wanted to let you know something. I can take...

Certain.

There's this journalist... Look.

That attacks me every day, she defames me.

She attacks me badly! She understand?

Here she is! Her name is Sandra Buccellato.

-Do you know her? - My wife.

Or rather, my ex-wife.

The one she left for the editor-in-chief?

And not only!

She also came to live here in Aosta.

Excuse me, doctor. I couldn't know.

But she does it every day! Do it once in a while...

- At this point also thanks to you, eh! - Slave!

But what do you say? If anything it's me who I must be mad at that bitch.

She left the marital home.

She has that with the police force.

And she's part of it even though the thing It seems pretty strange.

- At least we will agree on this. - I would say yes.

However bitch or no bitch, is not beautiful

than in a manager's house of the police station

there was an unsolved murder! Clear? Good work!

Please!

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

Guys, I have a task very difficult and risky

that I want to entrust to you. Do you feel it?

Available.

I don't see the reason why I shouldn't entrust it to you.

- You've always gotten away with it, haven't you? - In short!

She once sent us to spy of drug dealers

and I lost two ribs and the nasal septum. However...

Then into the mountains for a short while they didn't saw off his big toe!

I understand.

If you don't feel up to him, I'll send Scipioni. He is not afraid.

No!

Doctor, no! Scipios no. He tell us.

You should all check me out hotels, bed and breakfasts and lodges

of the Aosta Valley. Everyone!

Understood? Below the three stars. Not luxury hotels.

And you have to get it the list of all the people

who were guests on May 9th and 10th.

- Okay? - Yes.

- Can you do it? - We can do it.

Where is the problem?

- No, doctor. - One question needs to be clarified.

Very important.

We need one thing.

Things?

- Four highlighters, doctor! - One yellow, one green

one pink and one blue. All colors, doctor!

- Ah! - The office didn't want to give them to us.

Should I buy them? You buy them, but I pay for them.

Okay, for so little! Four highlighters.

And how much will it be?

Will 20 euros be enough?

- And I don't know if they're enough. - Enough, thanks.

How are they not enough? With these you can buy us a hundred!

Guys, please! Not a word to anyone.

As usual. Okay? She stays between us.

- Mute and vigorous. - Yes please.

Floor.

Yes, there.

- Be careful! - Come on, Lupa.

Hey! HI.

- How are you? - How are you!

- The truth? - They were mad at you, right?

- Who? - I do not know.

It could have been you in that bed.

You saved my life, Anna.

Thank you. [Cell phone rings]

Please excuse me for a moment.

Excuse me.

Let's go.

- Tell me what you discovered. - You asked me to do an investigation

to see if anyone could be mad at her.

It wasn't easy. Alright, let's get started.

Look, I left out the little ones thefts. The half-notch stuff.

I would start with Stefania Zaccaria. She slammed it inside

for exploitation in 2006. She came out last year.

Half crazy.

But, I do not think so that she came this far.

But she may have found it some desperate

ready to do something like that.

What about Fabio Curatolo?

That's the first name which occurred to me too.

But he's in the hospital. Cancer is taking him away.

Doctor, other names don't come to mind.

All right. Thank you, Alfredo. When you have news, let me know.

[tyres screeching]

Let's go.

You will see that we will have to go to Rome.

[intercom]

[intercom] Yes?

Caterina, can you come down for a moment? I'm Rocco.

Yes, OK.

Come on, I'll be right back.

All right?

Will you be good?

- What happens? - Nothing. I have to go down to Rome.

- Trouble with the notarial deed. - Oh. Should I keep Lupa?

Will you do me a favor.

- Here it is. - Hello, Lupa.

- This... - Here. - Ok.

But... If the commissioner had to ask me about her, what do I tell him?

The truth. He knows how fussy notaries are.

Hello, Lupa. We will see each other soon.

- Have a good trip. - Thank you.

We hadn't officially passed to "you"?

See you soon, Rocco.

- HI. - HI.

Brizio told me you rocked Claudio the mechanic face it.

- I thought... - What were you thinking, Sebastia'?

We are looking for that scoundrel and you break people's faces?

Then who knows anything it doesn't tell us anything anymore.

[in Roman dialect] Look who's here! Rocco handsome!

- Sister Cecilia, how are you? - Well, except for the teeth. You have returned?

- I came to visit friends. - Ah! Those are good!

- Here, thanks. - Do me a favor.

Go buy me bread and a liter of oil.

- All right. - The money is under the cloth.

I will be right back.

Sora Ceci', why not did you ask me?

Because you cheat a lot, Sebastia'.

Everyone in Rome knows it.

I can't think of anyone.

I walk around it, but I can't figure out who he is.

- I don't like. - Shall we go from Fibia to Rebibbia?

- No. - I'm putting my hand in the fire.

It was a sewer rat, which Now he's hiding, shooting Adele.

Oh! No. Not like that, come on.

Let's say that when someone says "Adele" let's smile?

Oh! I'm talking to you.

You do it.

What can you tell me about Zechariah?

At that time. A week ago she did a front on the ring road.

It's up to the Holy Spirit. He has more chalk than skin.

If she remains alive, she must go do a pilgrimage to Medjugorje.

Okay, she's not an alibi anyway.

She-she could have sent someone else. - Now let's go talk to her.

The hospital is nearby.

Fabrizio, it's been nine months that I'm missing from Rome.

- I remember where the hospital is. - I didn't tell you anything, Rocco.

Here we are.

Greetings miss.

Shh. She is sleeping.

She fell with her scooter in Casalotti.

He hit a concrete mixer full on of the ANAS.

-Indeed, she's alive! -She's been like this for three days.

- Yes? - Three days.

- Then I can't take her to the police station? - No.

- Then we have to go back to the judge. - Mhm. - Understand, Stefania?

Maybe you'll get a few more months. What do you say?

Oh.

- Here she is. - You see it?

- Schiavone. -And she?

Like hell bring me back in jail this time.

Perfect.

- What is it, ma'am? - Speak slowly.

- Shut up, you idiot. - But do you treat your mother like that?

Commissioner, this is not my mother.

And I'm not commissioner, but deputy commissioner. Have you forgotten?

Ugh. She does my chores at home.

- "Brisk". - Do you clean? - Yes.

Now go for a walk. Brizio, go.

Let's go, lady.

Come on, go away.

Come on, maybe teach me to knit.

She said it's quick. "Let's hurry up."

You're in a bad way, Stefania. You went blonde.

Yes.

Now that we're at four eyes, you and me alone...

Do you know who came to visit me up there? But like this, in friendship.

Where?

Who came to visit me in Aosta?

- I do not know. - It was you?

I had nothing to do with it. What the fuck are you talking about?

Ouch...

Slowly, you hurt me.

- Show me what you did to yourself. - Floor...

Ouch! Stop, what are you doing?

Look, I'll break you this arm too.

- Tell me everything. Let's be serious, come on. - I do not know.

- Come on tell me. - I do not know! - Come on. - I know he came to your house.

- Oh! How do you know who came? - They said so.

- Who said that? - Ouch! You hurt me!

- Tell me who he is! - One backhand, one forehand.

And one backhand.

- Antonio Biga. - Oh! That old fucker knows something.

Did it take him that long to say it? He didn't want shit! Have you seen?

Anyway, I see you're fine.

[screams in pain]

Damn yours! Piece of shit! I'll call the lawyer and report you!

- You piece of shit! - Brizio, did you pick up?

God, he killed me.

Nurse, the lady "goes crazy".

[Stefania complains]

The neighbor told me that he went out, but he'll be back soon.

How I missed them!

Why? They don't fit in Aosta the sandwiches?

No.

You won't believe it, but in Aosta There's no room for sandwiches.

Look.

- Here it is. - Let's go come on.

- Anthony. - Look who's here! Rocco Schiavone.

How come you're here? Did they film you in Rome?

I was looking for you.

- Let's go to the river. - Sons of whores, where are you taking me?

Let's go.

- Did two of you come for me? - Do you know where I am now?

I was hoping you were with your wife, to the Pizzuti trees.

Instead I still see you looking nice and perky around busting my balls.

On purpose. Have I ever done you condolences for your wife?

Damn yours! Treacherously! Give me a hand, let me get up.

Like hell! What do you know?

- Who took a little trip to Aosta? - You're pissing yourself off.

I just feel sorry for the woman of Seba. Such a beautiful "cunt".

- What the fuck are you doing? Are you beating me? - So? - ​​So I don't know anything.

Search among those who are angry with you. We are many! Get to work.

- What the fuck are you doing? Ouch! You hurt me! - Who told you that?

- Paoletto Buglioni. - Who? - Paoletto Buglioni.

- Your bastards! - Look, I'm coming to look for you.

What if I find out what you told me bullshit, I'll break your femurs.

Will you take off my shoes? Your bastards!

It wasn't me because I wouldn't have made a mistake!

I wouldn't have killed the woman of Sebastiano, but I would have killed you!

Sons of bitches! If it broke the femur, I'll sue you!

- Your bastards! - Take a nice walk, Biga.

Paoletto Buglioni works as a bouncer.

Give me the afternoon and then I'll tell you where we can find it.

Take a step back, thanks.

- Not you. Are you together? - Yes.

No. You can pass, you go get your hair cut.

Neither do you two. The pizzeria is back here, bye.

Wait a second...

Be calm for a moment. Okay?

Oh, I said no.

These must never enter. They've already made a mess.

- Hello, Brizio. - Hello, Paoletto.

- How is it going? - Everything is fine. Do you know Rocco?

Let's go talk here.

I heard that someone he's mad at you.

You know how these go things, right, Brizio?

No I do not know.

- How are they doing? - There are rumors going around.

I also learned about Adele.

How did you take Seba?

How do you think she took it?

If I could do something for Seba, I would do it.

-But I don't even know how she died. She-she Died with eight shots of 6.35.

Small caliber. Your brother must have told you, right?

No, I haven't seen Flavio for a long time time. He is always behind mom.

Poor thing, she's half deaf. She lives with retirement. Do you know who told me that?

- Antonio Biga. That's who told me. - Sure, the ball bounces.

Paoletto, if you find out anything Are you telling me or Sebastiano?

Certain. You can count on it.

I know nothing. But if I come to know something, I'll tell you.

- Rocco, I'm sorry. - All right.

- Bye dear. - HI.

- HI. - Let's go.

[cell phone vibrations]

Ready?

- Flavio, it's me. - What's up? What time is it?

Some time ago you sold a "little girl"? A 6.35?

- Yes then? - Who did you sell it to?

- Mind your own business. - Asshole, I'm minding my own business.

They used it. It probably is the one who killed Adele in Aosta.

Fuck. I thought there they would have done a robbery.

Who?

- Who did you sell it to? - To Enzo Baiocchi.

You're really stupid.

Anyway you don't know anything, you're calm. The cop is looking for her.

You say they'll get to me?

I do not know. But you don't know shit and I didn't tell you shit.

Okay? To Enzo Baiocchi... Can you be such an idiot? I don't know!

Dickhead.

Let's see what happens here. Force!

Are these still here? Oh, go away!

She's really beautiful.

Yes.

- That's why we bought the house. - No.

To tell the truth, we bought it because your parents live there.

Come on, let's compete. You search and I guess.

All right.

Here you are. That group of roofs there.

Saint Anastasia, at the Circus Maximus.

Now a little more difficult.

We see... Behind the Altar of the Fatherland.

- Look. - Come on.

That is Torre delle Milizie. Come on, make me a harder one!

That group of cypresses above Testaccio.

That's Santa Sabina. I remind you that we got married there.

Oh, there?

With the cypresses of the Aventine, the orange garden.

You know why they put cypresses in cemeteries?

For the roots. Why they go down straight, not horizontal.

So they don't disturb the graves. They don't tickle the dead.

I like cypresses. Are beautiful.

The cypresses, the Pizzuti trees.

You know a lot, Mari.

It is true.

You're getting wrinkles.

No.

- Those are folds. - Oh.

The wrinkles didn't make it in time.

The truth is, you forgot of my flaws.

It always happens with those who leave.

The first thing you forget of us are the defects.

But you don't have any.

Boom!

Come on, Lupa.

You missed me, didn't you? Did she do well?

Yes, very good. We're friends now.

-Did anyone look for me, Cateri? - Do not worry.

No requests from the upper floors.

And these?

I don't know what they are. They have them left Deruta and D'Intino.

They're doing a job for me, I asked him.

- They're helping me look for a house. - Ah OK.

- Doctor, Marinelli looked for you. - Okay, I'll call him.

And Italo?

I have not the foggiest idea. I haven't seen him since yesterday.

Weren't you together last night?

He was offended because he found out that I lied to him.

About us?

No. I had to go to a dinner very boring at her aunt's house.

I really didn't like her. Then she hates dinners with her relatives.

I have some problems with the family institution.

She didn't understand. You argued.

Let's say it's none of her business. But what does she want? I go.

- Yes. - I leave you.

- Marinelli. - How are you?

A toilet!

Excellent, I feel you are in good shape. Listen, we have news.

Let's talk about the gun who shot at your house, 6.35am.

I made a couple of cross-checks.

The gun was used in one armed robbery in a bank

in Cinecittà. There was also one death.

The victim was called Ugo Ferri

a pensioner who found himself amidst the shooting.

There were two of them, one was arrested. The gun was never found.

Now it appears in the hands of the mysterious murderer of your poor friend.

- Do they have a name? - There he is.

Pasquale Scifu, died in prison three years ago.

- I assume that of the second... - Nothing. Scifu didn't speak.

- Witnesses or anything that can help me? - Few things.

[speakerphone] Pasquale Scifù he was of normal build.

It seems that the other one was a giant. He shot.

Marinelli, thank you. You were invaluable.

Finally. You begin to see the glass half full?

[softly] But which glass?

Which glass, Marinelli?

The gun used by the killer Is it the one about the Cinecittà robbery?

So they told me, the one they did three years ago.

- The scoundrel who was with Scifu used it. - It's not found? - No.

- Instead we have to find him. - Did you say these things to Rocco?

Let's leave Rocco out of it, I have to find that scoundrel alone.

Sebastiano, I disagree. Together we find it first.

- I think so too. - I do not! That tore my heart out.

I have to get him! That scoundrel It's mine, not the police's.

- What do you say? Rocco is a brother. - Always remain a guard!

Sebastian.

[knock on the door]-Who is he? - We're almost done.

Only the Val d'Ayas and Cogne are missing.

[in Abruzzo] We are dead tired, but we did a good job.

Floor.

Let me see.

Guys, why do you highlight all the names?

Now I'll explain it.

- Females in pink. - Of course. - Males are blue.

- Green for families, yellow for foreigners. - Male foreigners?

- [in Sardinian] Everyone. - No, guys. Are you kidding?

- Another method is needed here. - I have an idea!

Now we transport all foreigners on another sheet

with hotels, times. All.

Then we highlight the females in pink, males in blue

- and families in green. - The yellow?

- I don't think it's necessary. - You don't use it anymore? Bring out the yellows.

Come on, D'Intino. You always make this face.

- Were there two? - Two.

All right. Well done, anyway. Go.

Boys, not a word to anyone!

- Where are you going? - For a walk.

What's going on with you? Don't you trust me anymore?

No, but the less you know the better.

I'm doing it for you, okay?

Do you want to add a cot? All right.

- Please wait in line. Good morning. - Greetings. There is a person for her.

Hello, puppy.

- HI. - HI.

- What did I do to you? - What does it mean? Nothing.

When Nora said you were an asshole, she was only part of the truth.

You have to tell me.

- A fuck? - Actually two.- Two.

Already. Even memorable, right?

Listen, Anna.

Relationships They're like standing on a scale.

In this case on one side there's me and on the other you.

Let's say you put in too much and I little.

We should have a little...

I should put more.

- You can't do it. - I can try, but I need time.

Yes.

Mom told me to avoid it the people who make me cry

and to look only for those that make me laugh.

You are a bit of one and a bit of the other.

- Shall I sleep at your place? - Are you sleeping at my place?

To do what? To get to three? Then tomorrow?

We are at the "I don't deserve you" phase, True?

No, I'm trying to make you understand what I think without offending you.

You don't love me, say it. So we're done with it.

I do not love you.

It hurts a little, but at least you said it.

Thank you.

You're fine, Rocco. Take care of yourself.

[Wolf barks]

Your bastards!

Let me understand, Mao Tse-tung. Speak slowly and in Italian.

Otherwise those fucking eyes tight I close them forever.

I already said what I knew to the police three years ago.

Wait, Sebastia!

They killed my friend the wife.

If you help us, stay open with the your shop and no one comes back here.

But if my friend he doesn't find out who did it

you and your shop disappear forever!

In the Cinecittà robbery three years ago there were two.

- One was Neapolitan. - Don't be vague!

He owned this toilet where you work!

Yes, Pasquale Scifu.

There was another one, that one tall who shot.

I do not know exactly.

- I'll slaughter him! Tell me the name. - Fuck you.

Close the door.

[crash]

[whistles]

- Hello, Paole'! - Oh!

Memories? This is Sebastiano.

Yes I remember. Why are you at my house?

Because you have a shitty burglar alarm!

It's okay, I'm tired. I want to go to bed.

Tell me what the fuck you want and get the fuck out.

Three years ago at the Cinecittà bank with Pasquale. The other was you.

- I don't understand what you're talking about. - It's not a question, but a statement.

Qan Zen told us! He has a shop in Via Conteverde

owned by the family of Pasquale Scifu. Friend of him forever.

You also killed that poor man pensioner who had nothing to do with it.

So, I'll tell you again.

I am tired, I worked all evening.

I want to go to sleep.

We don't care about that you killed a man.

Who did you give the gun to? what did you use?

- To Flavio? - Don't talk about Flavio. Neither you!

Flavio lives with my mother. She is 85 years old and lives on pension.

Don't fuck with Flavio and not even to me when talking about him.

When you confront someone, do it face, you need to remember two things.

The first. Brush your teeth.

The second. Never get in front always sideways!

- Your bastards! - Who did you give the gun to?

You piece of shit, who did you give it to? To who?

To Flavio! Shit.

If I find out you're calling him, we'll come back and we don't wait for you on the sofa.

- What do you want? - I look at you.

What do you find interesting about it?

For example, I find them very interesting these wrinkles

that came to you around the eyes.

- When will you find a new house? - I'm looking for.

Rocco, when will you start to live what happens to you?

- I can not do it. - No, you're pretending.

At some point you have to decide. Stay in the pen or outside.

You can't always be in the middle. And don't say "what a drag"!

I didn't say it.

You thought so. You know that I read your mind.

Why don't you wear glasses anymore? I really like you with glasses.

I liked you.

Rocco, at least respect the rules of the syntax.

I like glasses and don't wear them anymore.

No, because I don't need them. There's no longer any need, Rocco.

What happens now?

- I'm not coming to the new house. - What does it mean?

I'm not coming anymore.

Maybe when you return to Rome, if you come back, I'll wait for you there.

But I have nothing more to do here.

You have to stay with me.

I am tired.

You believe me when I tell you that I can't take it anymore?

You can't take it anymore either.

I do it very well.

I'm doing very well, My love.

Close that door!

- Do you see the current? - Then don't say I don't love you.

Things?

Bedroom, living room, kitchen habitable, bathroom and a study.

Top floor in the center. 650 euros!

- Was I good or not? - "Can you get the cue"? - No.

- Do you want to tell me that you are looking for a house for me? - Yes.

- You to me? - Very quietly.

- Cute. - Real.

I'll write you a check for the deposit, so you stop it.

Be careful not to lose it that I do it in white. All right?

You think about it.

- Careful. - Why don't you go? - I'm busy.

- What? - Italo.

Do you trust me? I trust you.

If I told you to stay out from this story, do it.

- What if you don't like the house? - I like. She's cute, I can see her.

Go with Lupa. She comes in and starts to bark, take the house.

If he stays out and doesn't want to come in, leave it alone.

Rocco.

I have a problem with dogs, one day I'll tell you about it.

Then bring Caterina, leave the task to her.

Catherine...

- What's up? -She's walking away.

She is walking away.

- Do you mind? - Eh... - Yes or no? - Yes.

- I do not know. - You do not know.

Can you imagine without her by your side?

Give it a go. If you can imagine yourself without her

leave her alone.

Otherwise she shows her balls and take it back.

Did you understand? It works like this.

Get your balls out and you take it back.

- Deputy commissioner. - Yes. - Can you sign these documents for me? - After.

- Doctor. - Doctor, we've finished the job.

All right, we split even foreigners by color.

We put these in office with the others?

Oh mama.

What do you want?

Doctor, the list of guests in hotels.

- I understand. Are these foreigners? - Yes, we're done.

Here it is.

I can not do it, I only have this left.

A little of each, that's it.

What color are they highlighted with the Italians I'm checking?

- In blue. - Give me back the highlighters.

- No. - Yes, yes. Come on!

Highlighters you no longer need them.

I have highlighters!

Mom, now what do we do without highlighters?

I told you not to tell him nothing before coffee!

Do not touch me!

- I'm from Abruzzo! - What do I care?

- Who is? - We are friends of Flavio.

- Huh? - Lady.

- We're looking for Flavio. - Huh?

- Flavius! Understood? - Flavio is my son. Yes.

- Come. do you want a coffee? - No, we want Flavio. There is?

- Flavio is my son. -I understand, but is he here?

Lady.

- Ma'am, Flavio? - Flavio is my son.

Yes, but is there?

Flavius' son, where is he now?

My son, I don't know what time it is! You have the watch.

Where is Flavio?

"Where is Flavio?" Ah! You want to know where Flavio is.

I don't know! I don't know, he's been gone for three days.

-He packed his bags? - I don't know!

I don't know, I was shopping when he left.

- Do you want a coffee? - No, ma'am. - OK let's go.

Until we meet again.

If he comes, who do I have to tell him that he looked for it?

- Gino Bramieri and Corrado. Fuck you! - Thank you.

- To you and your family too. - But this one hears. - I think so!

[knock on the door] - Yes. - Rocco.

I go, There's a call about a theft.

- Can you tell me what you're working on? - Something for the notary in Rome.

You know how much stuff they give you, right?

- Okay. Later. - Later.

Corrado Pizzuti... Corrado Pizzuti.

Nothing happened.

Come on... Ouch.

You are two geniuses, you know?

Two geniuses.

Here.

Well done. Well done!

Yes, it's him. 100% stayed here one night.

Mhm.

Was he alone?

At that time?

If she tells the truth, she makes me happy and she makes society happy.

If instead she lies, she risks pissing me off.

- And this is not a good thing. - I do not know...

One slipped into the hotel, but he didn't leave me the document.

He threatened me. He has said that if I spoke...

- Do you know the name? - No.

-He was blond. - Age?

50 years or 60.

I understand. If I show them some photos, do you recognize it?

I'll try.

- I'm not risking anything, right? - No, it just risks pissing me off.

- I can not handle it anymore. - At that time? - I've seen a thousand, but it's not here.

Nothing?

OK thanks anyway.

- Now let's go out calmly. - Are you sure you are a policeman?

- Why? - I don't know, all this mystery.

Do not worry.

- Alfredo, I'm Rocco. - Good morning, say.

The day of Adele's murder Corrado Pizzuti was in the valley.

What an idiot! I didn't think about it before.

A complaint arrived this morning. Pizzuti has been missing for two days.

From where?

From Francavilla to the Sea, province of Chieti. He lives there.

They found his car at the station.

He is a member of a bar, the Derby, together with a certain Tatiana Kozlov.

He reported her missing. He lives in Via del Capricorno 12.

Let's go.

[knock on the door] Yes?

Rocco, did you want to see me?

Cateri', I'm going away for a while.

- All right? - No.

- "No what? - No, it doesn't exist.

- Do you want to stop me from leaving? - No I do not want to.

But now explain to me what it is happening, because I'm not stupid.

You bring people secretly at the police station

to show him our archives.

Send Deruta and D'Intino to ask information for you.

Then this notary bullshit... At least don't bullshit me.

Listen.

Let's do like this.

I'm coming with you and I'll take over the driving.

And in the meantime you tell me what did you discover.

It's pretty obvious that you are investigating secretly.

So?

The murder in my house... I discovered something.

I knew it.

Ok, you have no more excuses. I am a policewoman and I investigate the case.

- Cateri'... - Rocco, it's not a proposal.

[Schiavone laughs]

Since a deputy inspector does he give orders to an assistant commissioner?

Since the deputy commissioner He acts like a kid.

- Should I talk to the police commissioner about it? - You can't come in uniform.

I have change in the office.

Deputy Commissioner.

[doorbell]

Good evening.

Good evening. Rocco Schiavone, State Police.

- Have you found Corrado? -How long has it been since he saw him?

Three days. They found the car, but...

-Do you know where he lives? - Yes.

Did you know Corrado?

Let's say our lives they crossed paths some time ago.

-He had a bad record, right? - Numerous, yes.

Here we are. This is the palace.

How do we get in? I don't have the keys.

What does he do?

No, you wait here.

Maybe it's not a good show. All right?

Miss, Who was Corrado with here?

I do not know. He lives alone.

- Why? What did he find? - Pescara Police Headquarters?

[cell phone rings]

Furious?

Seba and Brizio have found it the assassin's gun.

It is good news.

Paoletto Buglioni he had given it to his brother.

- Flavius? - Good boy. But Flavio is no longer to be found.

Surely he is the one who gave the gun to the murderer.

- Rocco, he's hiding. - It's still a good step forward.

But I made a longer one. I found out who they sold it to.

Listen to me carefully, Furio. They killed Corrado Pizzuti.

Corrado was the one driving it car when they killed Marina.

He was in Aosta when Adele was shot.

And then his accomplice killed him.

- What does Corrado Pizzuti remind you of? - That infamous Luigi Baiocchi.

But hadn't he died in Argentina?

Yes, he is dead. But now I know what to look for.

This is the unique card close relative of Luigi Baiocchi.

- The brother. Enzo Baiocchi. - What's written?

He has been detained since 2007 at the Sulmona prison.

Fuck, there is a complaint from the Carabinieri.

He had a permit, but for 15 years days he lost track.

And he.

- Because of his brother? - Yes, because of his brother. - But sorry...

Luigi Baiocchi died in Argentina. Why is he mad at her?

He went over there because I was looking for it.

Oh.

At least tell me one thing. He did it to avenge his brother?

That's how it is.

And according to you we find it at his daughter's house?

What the fuck do I know, Sebastia'! Self we had agreed before...

If we had coordinated instead of doing whatever the fuck you want

we got there first and got it.

To take him to jail or to actually fix it?

You and I know how it went things with Luigi Baiocchi.

Do we know it or not?

At that time? Don't you recognize me anymore? Don't you trust?

Oh, hurry up!

[knocking at the door]

- [knocking at the door] - Here you are!

Is the elevator not working?

It never worked, why? Who are you?

Carabinieri.

Deputy Commissioner Schiavone, State Police.

Sooner or later... You're welcome!

Was here one night then he left.

- Do you know where he is? - No.

- He'll at least have an idea, right? - Not an idea! But there is hope.

May he never show up again.

- Do you know that your father is a fugitive? - Yes I know.

-But he didn't report it. - No. And do you know why?

Even if he's a bastard and he must die in prison

I've never been and I will never be a scoundrel!

He at least knows that he is a man very dangerous?

He is armed. He committed two murders in the last 15 days.

Listen, I swear to you, I don't know where he is.

All right! We're done for now.

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

- What is your name? - Thomas.

Tommaso, do you like Roma?

I saw you looking at him. Here, I'll give it to you.

- Do you know where grandfather is? - Thomas! He lets it go.

Perhaps. He asked about the old uncle.

- Ah! Where is the old uncle? - In Pitocco.

They call "the siroccato of Pitocco".

- Good morning. - Good morning.

We wanted information. We were looking for a gentleman.

A gentleman... They should call him "the fool".

- The siroccato of Pitocco. - I know him.

- He's a stoned old man. - I supposed.

-Does he know where he lives? -He has to go here on the provincial road

turn for 500 metres and at the first burned tree...

- Is there a burnt tree within 500 metres? - Yes. - Then?

Then he turns right, always goes straight until he smells cat.

It's an unworthy thing. Hallucinating. However if you need petrol...

- No thank you. - Thank you. - Greetings.

They just smoked it.

Rocco!

- There was someone here. - Eh!

Someone who, however... Rocco, now you have to tell us why he's so mad at you.

Rocco, it won't be now what do you tell me the truth?

Acually!

What happened with Baiocchi's brother?

What happened with the brother by Enzo Baiocchi?

Let's say Luigi Baiocchi it did not die in South America.

- No? - No.

After he killed Marina... Because he killed Marina.

- Do you remember? - Yes.

I looked for it.

And I found it.

Okay, we don't want to know anything else.

But she makes me eat my ass

the fact that to me and Furio you didn't say shit!

- What did you think we were doing? - Let's go away.

- Let's go get him! - Why didn't you say so?

What does it mean? You were there. Sebastia', you were there!

You've seen it all, you know what I did.

I'm not exactly proud of it, eh!

Anyway thanks. You kept the secret.

[indistinct noise]

Rocco! [Horn]

[in Roman dialect] We'll leave you here!

No me... I know he's not in Rome.

Why do you say that, Brizio?

I do not know. It's too risky here.

All it takes is a tip-off, a light voice like this Ponentino

and we found it.

I think it's been closed for some time that piece of shit goes away.

Maybe he returned to Aosta.

He could come back up, yes. Alone that now there is a big difference.

He is no longer a shadow.

Now he has a first and last name.

Upon the death of Enzo Baiocchi.

May he spit blood like his brother!

Oh!

Oh!

Did you miss me? Beautiful, Lupa. She ate?

You have a beautiful home.

- I couldn't take you, do you understand? - The name.

- What? - I want to know the name.

I've got you covered, you owe me.

His name is Enzo Baiocchi.

Why is he mad at you?

On July 7, 2007, my wife and I we went for ice cream.

I had lost a bet.

A game we used to play, a stupid thing.

When we got back in the car...

Another car came alongside.

There were two men. Corrado Pizzuti was driving.

Next, Luigi Baiocchi. Enzo's brother.

Luigi Baiocchi had a gun.

I barely had time to turn around and he shot.

A bullet... He pierced her throat.

The other one stuck on the left temple.

She left like that.

In a second.

A moment before he was laughing and he joked with me.

A moment later... I held her head.

Funny, huh?

So I started looking this Luigi.

But I didn't find it.

They told me he had fled.

Maybe he had died in South America.

The brother took revenge on me. That's all.

I'm sorry, forgive me. I did not know.

[knock on the door] Who is it?

The police commissioner and Baldi are looking for you he's already called five or six times.

- Thank you. - Can you tell me what's happening?

- Better not, Italo. - I went to the new house.

With Lupa, as you said. I went in and she barked.

- Did Lupa enter the house? - Yes. She came in, sniffed around.

Then suddenly she pooped in the middle of the hall.

- No. - I swear.

- Did you get the house? - Of course, I also gave the deposit.

This is a good news.

I think poop be a good omen.

How are you here, Lupa?

Do you like it?

Do you like it or not?

The view? What do you say?

Look at this beautiful square, the mountains!

- It's Sunday and we don't know what to do. - [Wolf yelps]

No, I'm not calling her.

Forget about it. I look like an old man he got his mind into who knows what!

[yelp]

Now let's do something nice, Lupa.

Let's go for a nice walk to the river.

[cell phone rings]

This is a pain in the ass even on Sunday.

Lately she has gone twice in Rome. Why?

- I see the rumors are flying. - Answer me, was it successful?

- No, I'm stumbling in the dark. - Well.

So I'll tell you how I see it.

She knows perfectly well who she is, but she doesn't want to tell me.

Do you know why?

What she wants to kill her wants avenge something from the past.

Something she did to him and keeps secret.

Something that must remain hidden, Schiavone.

- Tell me if I'm wrong. - You're wrong.

- You're wrong. But she doesn't believe it. - No.

So if she doesn't believe it, she can turn to her "bosses"

and maybe get me transferred in another city.

On the Gennargentu.

Believe me, not you or this one I will miss the city or the mountains.

Now if she's finished the lecture, maybe I...

This his stiffening me he says I got it right.

No.

This stiffening of mine he says I don't love

that my balls are breaking on Sunday!

Would he have something better to do?

Look at me, doctor. Did you see me well?

Look at her too. The picture of his wife has disappeared again.

I lost my wife nine years ago.

She sticks to work, to his pigeons

and I to the only thing I have, those three sons of bitches from Rome.

I don't have anyone else.

But I honestly can't understand who is more desperate between me and her.

- I swore an oath to the State. - Me too.

Schiavone, tell me who the man is who has it in for her.

You find out for yourself.

Mari'...

Mari', I think that in a while see you.