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The bullet is ours, a policeman shot Bosca.

All you have to do is to trust me.

-Maybe it's another cop's gun. -I love you.

Calm down... calm down.

Kibble time!

Pretty little kitties, come on.

They know a good thing.

Where are they?

Shut up and move.

Move it.

Time for a nice chat about the good old days and Danilo Bosca.

It's been thirty years, Inspector!

He's back in fashion after they found his bones.

Everything OK?

I'll make some coffee.

Bosca was different from the others,

he always had a stash of good shit.

But you guys never caught him.

-It was safe dealing for him. -Where did he get the stuff? -It's not like he ever told me. -You must've had an idea.

So? Cat got your tongue?

HIDDEN TRUTHS

I like when you hug me like this,

you make me feel protected.

Mario?

I spoke with Logarzo.

Bosca had scored a big stash of ecstasy.

Once he disappeared, so did the drugs,

then a girl died in December from that same type of drug.

-Clara and Bosca were gone in December. -Yeah...

-I gotta tell you something about Clara. -Which is?

She'd get Bosca the drugs, she'd steal it from the Courthouse storage room.

-And you covered for her? -Are you kidding? No!

I wanted her to turn herself in,

I would've waited for her, helped her, for fuck's sake!

Then there was that note...

What do you wanna do?

No way Clara could've done it on her own, somebody helped her.

Someone that, once they were dead, kept on dealing that shit.

-Logarzo knows who this third person is? -Apparently not.

Know what's nuts? Carta and De Franchi are investigating you

and they haven't called you in even one single time.

They're compiling all the evidence so they can nail me

and they're actually quite close.

I gotta come up with something and the only lead I have is this drug thing.

We gotta figure out who this dead girl is and above all who sold her the drug.

Preferably before they get to it, otherwise...

Hey guys, everything has to be ready by 6:00 p.m.

-Do a nice job. -All right, sir.

I'll start here, then you can help me.

Thanks.

-OK, thanks. -Not at all.

His name's Orlando Gloriani, 33 years old,

Vittorio Gloriani's son, the big pasta maker.

I know who he is.

He had a belt pouch on around his waist,

just the keys to the clubhouse were in it, no cell phone. Odd.

-Maybe he lost it in the water. -I thought the same.

Maybe he didn't feel well, he grabbed the phone to call for help.

But the pouch was zipped closed when they found him.

It's not like you'd waste time closing your zipper if you weren't feeling well.

Excellent.

I mean it, I'm not bullshitting you.

-Thanks. -It all fits. Smart ass.

-Who found him? -The manager of the club.

He's waiting for you.

Do you want to know if they arrived together? Yes, they did.

That's no big news, right?

Too bad, you'd earned some brownie points with that belt pouch story, yet...

What can you tell me about this head wound?

Not much for now, it could've happened also by just falling.

-Hour of death? -Between 6:00 and 10:00 a.m.

-As for the causes, I need more time. -As usual.

Were you already here when Gloriani arrived this morning?

No, I didn't see him, I got here a little after 9:00.

-He let himself in with his keys. -Do all members have them?

No, only board members.

-Were you alone when you found the body? -Yes, there was no one else.

-The last time you saw him? -Three evenings ago.

-He was here with his father. -Is he a member as well?

Yes, and he's also a very dear friend.

Unfortunately, he hasn't come much lately.

-The other children have never come. -Can you recall his car?

Yes, a black convertible.

-Thank you. -This way, let's go into my office.

Yes?

Cantabella, check to see if Gloriani's car is parked out there.

- Right away? -Yes, it's a black convertible.

OK.

-News on the car? -Nothing, it's not at his house either.

His sister says Gloriani never used other means of transport,

neither bike nor motorcycle.

-Seeing where he lived, he didn't walk. -He might've taken a taxi.

-We can tell by the phone records. -Let's check on that, Cinzia.

Good morning.

You're all here, good.

I'm about to do something I absolutely hate, but I have to.

The Glorianis are a prominent family, caution must be exercised.

-The commissioner also emphasized this. -Therefore?

Therefore we'll wait for the autopsy results.

If we find out it wasn't an accident, we'll decide how to proceed.

In any case, don’t make any moves until you hear from me.

Thank you.

I want the phone records,

a check on the surveillance camera at the club entrance

and a detailed financial dossier.

I wanna know all about 'em: family, friends, cats and caged birds.

Malik, come with me and talk to the family.

Don't worry.

When he acts like this... I love him.

You all heard, right? Cats, caged birds...

-It's hard on you, uh? -What?

-Disobeying your friend Carta. -Is that why you brought me with you?

To trigger me again with that story about the rules?

I know you told Alba that I hid the note to protect her.

And that you were there for her. Thanks.

I didn't do anything special, I really do care about her.

I only said what I thought.

What I think about you, instead, I didn't bother to tell her.

What do we have?

A nasty wound and swelling of the larynx

which seems too serious to believe this guy died drowning.

Plus I talked to my dad, things are better now.

Good, so I can go back to being a shithead again.

Therefore, get outta my way so I can check out what you said.

This way.

This is...

this was my son Orlando's apartment.

Since my wife died, I've lived in the main part of the mansion,

the two side wings I renovated for him and for my daughter Ornella,

the youngest.

This way, do what you need to do.

We have nothing to hide.

Instead, my oldest son, Saverio,

lives at our estate in Campagnano.

But he's not well, he's in a clinic at the moment.

I'm sorry.

Did your son sleep at home last night?

No, but that's not unusual, he often slept elsewhere.

Is he in a relationship?

He was old enough not to tell me about his personal life.

At the club we found only his clothes,

his wallet and cell phone were missing and, oddly enough, his car.

Yes, my daughter told me about your call,

but I really don't know what to say.

How were things with his siblings?

I'd named Orlando the executor of our entire estate.

-We know that. -If that's what you're referring to...

Saverio and Ornella didn't object, but they weren't exactly thrilled about it.

How do you mean that?

No one likes feeling distrusted and with their hands tied.

But they would have never hurt Orlando.

Of course.

Ms. Ornella.

-We're very sorry for your loss. -Thank you.

-Excuse me, I've lost count how many. -No worries.

-Sadly, we have some questions for you. -Yes, of course.

When was the last time you saw your brother?

Yesterday, in the office.

-I stopped by every morning to say hi. -Were you pretty close?

Yes, we were.

He always found fault with whatever I did, but... yes.

What did you know about his private life?

Not much if anything,

the opposite of Orlando, who knew every detail about mine.

We'll settle for the little you know.

He was in a relationship with a model,

her name's Ludovica Renda, I believe.

Do you know where we might find her?

No, I'm sorry, I've only seen her a couple of times.

We'll need to speak with your brother Saverio.

-Saverio's not well. -Yes, your father told us.

-So better to avoid it, don't you think? -It's up to us to decide.

Where were you this morning between 6:00 and 9:00?

-You're asking me for an alibi? -No.

For now, we're asking you where you were this morning,

but if we find out that your brother's death wasn't an accident,

then we'll be talking about an alibi.

I was sleeping.

Until my father came to tell me that Orlando was dead.

Great, thank you.

-Carlo? - Yes, go ahead.

Gloriani's girlfriend lives at 35 Gobbetti Street.

-She's 26 and has a daughter who's 4. -Any offenses?

Yes, when she was in Milan she ended up in an escort ring.

-She's been in Rome for the past year. -All right.

-If you have any news, lemme know. -I'll keep you updated.

Bye.

-Where's Muzo? -I dunno.

He's also acting strange...like Carlo.

I saw them at the bar the other morning, talking all fired up,

they walked right in front of me and they didn't notice me.

-We mind our own business. -Yes, that's right.

And we have our own business...

Mine and yours, I mean.

I'm gonna go get a hot chocolate, it's best.

From here to the club it must be a 10-minute walk.

-Hello, does Ms. Renda live here? -Yes, she does.

-Is she at home? -No.

-May I have a look? -Go right ahead.

-Inspector. -Cantabella?

The girl's not home, so find her

and have her taken to the police station.

Meanwhile, I think we've found the car.

-Yes, this is it. -Stop the search for it.

Bye.

If nothing happens within two days,

Carta or no Carta, I'm having the car seized and I'm going into the apartment.

Excuse me? What are you doing?

-What do you care? Who are you? -I live here.

Police. Why are you so interested in this car?

Because it's...

It was my partner's.

-Can we talk? -Yes.

I could never afford an apartment like this.

It was Orlando's.

-Can I offer you anything? -A glass of water, thanks.

How long had you two been living here?

We moved in here six months ago, but we'd been together for two years.

Orlando was afraid,

he didn't want it to get around, his father would never have accepted it.

Next door lives Ludovica Renda,

she and Orlando were friends,

he'd made it look like they were a couple, so he could come and go.

-Where is she now? -She went to Berlin.

To take her daughter up to the father, she left two days ago.

We had a fight this morning,

I work in a bar and Orlando wanted me to quit.

I asked him if he was more ashamed of being gay or being with a bartender.

Then I wanted to apologize, but his cell phone was here.

-So you went to the club. -I saw the police, the ambulance...

I asked a cleaning lady who was leaving...

That's how I found out.

Are the cell phone and the car keys here in the apartment?

Yes, they're here.

I need a background check on Niccolò Zanu...

I already did, but not because I can read your mind.

The phone records came in, he and Gloriani were in touch 70 times a day.

-Naturally, they were partners. -That's why no calls to his girlfriend.

-It was a cover-up? -What did you find out?

Nothing, he seems like a nice guy.

Not good enough for the family, he worked in a bar on the outskirts.

Even if he were a baron, would it change anything for his father?

I can’t get in touch with this girl, her phone’s turned off.

She's in Berlin, we'll have her called in, if need be.

Can I come in? Good morning.

I've got important news.

The wound was not caused by a deliberate blow.

Gloriani lost consciousness, hit his head and fell into the water.

-So he drowned? -No, he went into anaphylactic shock.

The tests show traces of Amoxicillin,

a common antibiotic, but not for Gloriani who was allergic.

I asked you to not make any moves, but you did the exact opposite!

The victim's sister is freaking out, you asked her for an alibi!

Here's the autopsy, have a look at it.

You see, I'm not as good as you are at investigating without making waves,

but if you want me on this case, it's gonna have to be my way.

Otherwise, do it yourself.

Goodbye.

-Thanks, Sara. -You're welcome.

I haven't seen you explode like that in a long time.

But it was wrong of me, I shouldn't have in front of you.

Why not? I can't stand her.

-She looks at me in the strangest way. -She's envious, you're much cuter.

-Shall we sit down? -Sure.

Great.

-You're not seeing Malik today... -No, I can see him anytime I like.

"Anytime I like" is painful to hear.

You said the same with Riccardo.

-A little less with Riccardo. -A little less, yes.

I can't stand the idea of anyone taking you away from me.

I'm sorry I made you suffer with that note.

I'm over it.

We sorted it out, you told me the truth. It hurts, but it's all fine.

Anyway, you don't have to worry about me.

I'll never stop worrying about you,

that is until you'll have to worry about me.

Meaning?

Senile dementia, feeding me...

I'll put you in a nursing home.

-All right, what? -What's that got to do with it?

-Oh God, I gotta pee! -Now doesn't seem like...

Hi, I was nearby and thought I'd go home with you.

Hi, Emma.

I'll drive. If my contract gets renewed we'll buy a new car.

In case we want to have a baby, too, how would we manage with just one?

I forgot a friend of mine's coming to pick me up today!

Even better, so you won't have to drive all over Rome.

Thanks. See you tomorrow.

Cinzia?

Weren't you going with Cantabella? -You don't have a ride now? -I prefer it this way.

-Hop in, I'll take you. -It's OK.

-I insist, because I need a favor. -What kind of favor?

Would you help me pick out a gift for a woman?

OK.

Then yes.

-Hello. -Good evening, this is for you.

-Thank you. -Goodbye.

"Meet me at Miggiani's, 9:00 p.m. Carlo."

-Have a nice evening. -Thank you.

You're beautiful.

-You're not too bad yourself. -Thanks.

-Hello. -Welcome.

-Here we are. -How nice.

I asked a friend for a favor,

he's gonna fake a robbery, I'll arrest him, then we ditch the check.

You're goofy!

-The dress looks great on you. -Thanks.

I wanna be with you.

Good evening, this way.

Thank you.

I wonder how Ahmed could've just disappeared into thin air.

If I may say so,

your colleagues haven't done a thing to look for him so far.

Do you think these flyers serve any purpose at all?

Malik?

-I'm sorry, mom. -What is it?

What are those about?

I broke into Carlo's house like a thief and I shot his gun.

And today while he was thanking me for helping him with his daughter,

I had these bullets in my pocket.

You chose to go on with the investigation,

you said you need to know...

Now I'm more confused than ever.

I was with Alba this morning and I couldn't help thinking

that these bullets could ruin her father's life, I dunno what to do.

What would you do if he weren't Alba's father?

Alina Nesti, the girl I told you about,

she died in December of '93 from that batch of drugs Bosca was dealing.

But if he died in September, who kept on dealing it?

There has to be something, or I'm fucked.

The batch of drugs you're looking for came to Italy from Holland.

It was sequestered in March of '93.

It's called 4MDP and it was held in storage at the Rome courthouse.

And how would you know?

You rift through my stuff to see if I have a lover...and I through yours.

I just asked a friend in Narcotics.

What else did she say?

Something odd: first the news of the robbery came out,

then it was all hush-hushed, maybe because they hit a dead end.

It's clear that it was Clara who committed that robbery.

After having sworn to me she was done.

See you down at the police station. Thanks, Olga.

I'm worried about him.

And I am worried about you.

Why?

A week ago, De Franchi and Carta

requested a ballistics report also on your old gun.

-How did you find out? -I found out.

Those assholes.

-Gregorio Nesti? -Yes.

Hello, I'm Inspector Guerrieri.

-I need to speak with you. -What about?

About what happened to your daughter Alina 24 years ago.

You've never cared a rat's ass about her,

otherwise you would've already found who gave her the drug and killed her.

This time there's a real chance of tracing back to the guilty parties.

-I need your help. -I don't trust anyone anymore.

Mr. Nesti, for me this case is different from the others.

-A piece of my life is at stake here. -And mine ended with Alina’s death.

I can imagine, I have a daughter, too.

Then I hope you never have to go through what I've experienced.

Thank you.

Good morning, Inspector.

I spoke with your superior.

Orlando knew he was allergic to that type of antibiotic,

he would never have taken it on his own accord.

Now I'm the one asking you to move forward.

Regardless of anything or anyone.

-All right. See you soon. -Thank you.

Listen...

Are you mad at me? You don’t say a word, you don’t look at me.

No, I've got stuff on my mind, it's OK.

-You wanna know the truth? -Yes.

You make me nervous.

You sit there all prim and proper, looking at me, all caring and attentive,

I can tell, you like me,

I can't figure out why, I'm as big as a whale...

You're not a whale.

I think it's best you leave me alone.

I'm gonna leave Bianca.

Marco.

We have the search warrants, Carlo and Muzo are off to the Glorianis',

you and I to Zanussi's, the boyfriend.

-Found anything? -No.

Have they already checked the drawers?

-The bathroom. -I got it.

They didn't find anything in there.

When did you find out about your son's relationship with Zanussi?

I've known for a few months,

my daughter told me maybe with hopes that I'd change my mind.

But Orlando was the only one who could've handled the company.

I kept this in mind and sucked it up.

Did you speak to your son about it?

No.

Things like these were too hard for me to talk about.

-You're thinking I'm an old fuddy-duddy? -No.

I'm thinking about time passing

and what little is left to make things right.

Excuse me.

Go ahead, Malik.

We found in a suitcase an Amoxicillin-based antibiotic.

Take him into the interrogation room.

There she is.

It's bad, this bitch requested a ballistic report on my gun!

I'm sorry I pulled you into this mess.

It's not your fault, it's that shitheads' you take around with you.

I told you, he helped me out with Alba, he was there for her.

Don't trust him! Can't you listen to me for once?

Guerrieri.

Madame.

Before interrogating Zanussi, have a look at this.

Where does this will come from?

Orlando's lawyer brought it to me, it's from a couple weeks ago.

Zanussi could've inherited a fortune.

-Thanks. -You're welcome.

I didn't know a thing.

You got along well, you lived together,

with the fake girlfriend your problem with appearances was solved

but when it came down to the will in your favor, he didn't say a peep...

-Why would I lie? -We're talking about millions.

-He did without me knowing. -You knew he was allergic to Amoxicillin?

No, he never told me that.

You must admit you're pretty clueless as to what's going on around you.

The antibiotic in the suitcase, you knew nothing about that either?

A doctor gave it to me, what do I know what's in it?

-Why were you keeping it hidden? -It wasn't hidden, that's what you say!

We went to Ibiza two months ago,

I was sick and then it remained in the suitcase.

-Did Gloriani know it was in there? -Yes, he always unpacked the suitcases.

-The time he left yesterday morning? -At 8:00 a.m.

I looked at the time, it was earlier than usual.

-He never left before 9:00 a.m. -How did he seem?

Nervous, tense?

Affectionate.

-Yesterday you said you argued. -I argued.

He was as affectionate as ever.

And only now you tell us how sweet things were between you...

Can we take a break?

I don't feel well, just two minutes.

All right.

Leave it partly open, don't shut it.

What's your take?

The club surveillance cameras confirm his version.

He appears in the footage at 8:10 a.m. so it's true he left at 8:00 a.m.

I asked what your take is on him.

He's innocent, but my instinct isn't enough for the judge.

It has to be enough for you, actually.

I'm calling Alba, I wanna know more about that antibiotic.

I think it'd be impossible.

If his partner had put the antibiotic into his juice at breakfast,

he would've died minutes later. The reaction is immediate.

Couldn't he have given it to him another way, before he left?

No.

In his locker at the club, he had a little bottle of water.

-Maybe they put it in there. -I doubt it.

More than anything because the drug isn't tasteless,

plus he wouldn't have made it to the dock alive, he ingested it in the water.

-On his own accord? -Yes, there's no other way.

He knew he was allergic.

Therefore he took his life?

What reasons would someone like him have to take his own life?

Maybe he was depressed, he was tired of pretending. To kill yourself, there must be a reason.

-See you tomorrow. -Bye.

Here's the Inspector.

I'll take over.

Hello, I apologize for how I treated you this morning.

Don't worry about it.

Alina was a good girl, they made her look like a drug addict...

-But she was full of life. -We can go talk...

My daughter's entire life is in here, I hope it can be of help to you.

Of course, it'll be of help. Come with me.

I'm here for a private investigation.

-You mean classified? -No, private.

OK, but you owe me a favor. "I met Matteo."

"Party with Matteo".

It matches up, the gun is the same that shot Bosca.

Make sure you keep quiet, I was never here.

All right.

Hi, meet me at the laboratory, I have important news.

My father's coming, too. Love you.

Orlando Gloriani was ill: glioblastoma.

A very aggressive, rare form of brain cancer.

He only had a few months to live.

Is it possible that those closest to him didn't know anything?

Yes, also because it manifests through severe headaches and tiredness.

But he wouldn't have been able to hide it for much longer.

What do you make of it?

If he drew up a will, he knew, this backs up the suicide hypothesis.

A hypothesis isn't enough to clear the partner, though.

He must've contacted some doctors, searched for euthanasia clinics abroad.

We have to look at his computer to see if he knew and how he reacted.

Alba, rest up, you look tired. Bye, Malik.

Bye.

-What's wrong? -Nothing.

-Did you argue? -No, everything's fine.

-Has something happened? -No. -You sure? -Yes.

-You're gonna crush me. -I don't wanna lose you.

-Shall we go home? -Yes.

You go, I'll meet you there.

Hi.

Hi.

Two nights in a row, well well!

-It's not OK? -Yes, yes.

What's eating you? I know you.

I screwed it all up with Alba.

I should've talked to her before.

-You can do it any moment. -No.

It's like there's a clock in my mind that says time's running out.

Don't torment yourself like this, it's pointless.

Come on.

Come now, try to sleep.

Good morning.

Hi.

I left Bianca.

-And she beat you up? -No, no.

She threw a few books at me...

I didn't duck fast enough and one got me.

Seriously?

Carlo has a second gun,

the bullet that killed Bosca was shot from that one.

-And where does he keep it? -At his home.

In a box in a storage closet.

What's gonna happen now?

What do you think?

Not here and not in front of everyone.

All right, I'll talk to De Franchi.

As for the gun, we'll find it while pretending to look for something else.

No one will ever trace it back to you, neither Guerrieri nor his daughter.

-If that's what's worrying you. -Fuck you, Michela.

Come in.

So...

Gloriani had been in touch with an oncologist in Milan.

The e-mails and all the exams were found on his computer.

Excellent.

They had to work really hard to find them,

any exchange that took place with the oncologist had been canceled.

By whom? Forensic's had the computer since the day of his death.

By whoever had his password and had access to his personal e-mails.

The exchanges with the oncologist weren't the only thing that was canceled.

-Good. -I'll leave it all here.

"It's not easy knowing you're going to lose everything...

that you won't be able to look into your lover's eyes, hug them,

that you won't be able to do any of the things you thought you'd do together".

Had enough or shall I go on?

And so? Why should I have told you he was ill?

Orlando didn't want anyone to know.

You're all over me as if I'd killed him myself.

Orlando wanted to be understood, not send to prison the one he loved.

Did you think it really would've been enough to cancel his mail?

I entered my brother's computer from mine

just to get some addresses, to let people know about this tragedy.

He had given me the password.

I was all nervous, I must've canceled something by mistake.

A mistake that might've landed you Zanussi's inheritance if convicted.

I have nothing to say.

You're treating me like a killer!

You hid your brother's intention of taking his own life,

but more than anything you did nothing to stop him.

-Did you care so little for him? -Orlando asked me not to.

He was doomed, I respected his wishes.

When you heard we found the antibiotics at Zanussi's place

you thought to take it all, so you canceled all evidence that'd clear him.

That guy's trailer trash, he took advantage of Orlando.

You say you respected your brother's wishes

but by law, you aided and abetted his suicide.

Beyond aggravated slander, you risk another twelve years in prison

and I think you'd deserve it.

You're a deplorable person and I have no pity for you.

Leave now.

Go on.

I could care less about the inheritance, I don't want their money!

You wanna get outta here, right?

Maybe while you're getting your things

you'll change your mind.

I'm not changing it, I'm too pissed off, even at him!

If you really love someone, you don't cut them out like that.

Orlando only went to a certain point with people,

a piece of truth for one, a piece for another...

And a piece of truth for me.

I might've been the only one who could've helped him face all this,

instead, he threw me in the pile.

Maybe he did it to not make you suffer.

Yes, but I could've helped him face this whole thing.

Or at least be by his side till the end.

Goodbye.

Niccolò Zanussi?

-I'm Orlando's father. -Yes, I know who you are.

I'm sorry.

-It's a little too late now. -I said I was sorry.

I just wanted to talk about Orlando.

Come, let's get away from here, at least.

-Hello? -Alba?

Hi, Dad.

-Would you like to eat out? -All right.

See you at the bar?

Hi, guys.

Carlo, you wanna eat with us?

No, I'm eating with Alba.

-How's it going? -Good, you?

Good...

C’mon, you in the kitchen, you in the bedroom.

You, in the living room.

Marco, nice scar you got there, sexy!

You think so?

Alba! Hi.

-Do you mind if I eat with my dad? -No.

-If you need to talk... -Thanks.

It's been a while since we've seen each other alone, he invited me.

Hold on, first come with me.

I'll just let him know.

-Later. -Has something happened?

-No, nothing. -I'll just take a second.

Hi.

Inspector Carlo Guerrieri,

I declare you under arrest.

-Inspector... -What's going on?

Your gun.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad!