BASED ON MAURIZIO DE GIOVANNI'S NOVELS
I know I cost you,
and that choosing me keeps costing you.
And there's nothing wrong if sometimes you find yourself wondering
if it was worth it.
SARA - WOMAN IN THE SHADOWS
S. LAVORI HOME
CONVERSATION WITH S. LAVORI
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
WHERE ARE YOU
Hi.
You're here already?
Couldn't sleep.
Well, just wait for a meeting to start.
It'll put you right to sleep.
- How did it go yesterday afternoon? - Same old bullshit.
- Was our source at Tarallo's? - No.
I don't think I saw him yesterday.
You think you did see him or you didn't?
No, I didn't see him.
Go upstairs.
So?
Did you get any smarter last night?
Wanna tell us who you work for?
Are you gonna talk?
I told you, I work for Tarallo.
He asked who you really work for. Got it, asshole?
It's true. I work for Tarallo. Check. Go on.
Look, kid,
if you tell us what we want to know,
no one gets hurt and we can leave this shithole real quick.
Why should I lie to you? Why?
I work for Tarallo. I'm on his staff. You got the wrong guy. Believe me.
You're mistaken.
We're looking for an asshole who,
does the opposite of what he should be doing.
His name is Sergio Minucci. What's your name?
Hey. What's your name, huh? You need to talk. What's your name?
Hey! Easy, or you'll hurt that pretty face of his.
Get him up!
Wait.
I don't know who told you this about me, but it's not true.
Maybe there's some guy on his staff who thinks he's smart.
Might be. If you let me go, I can help you find him.
Listen to me. Let me go. I'm at your disposal.
I'll help you find him. No one will know. I'm with you…
MAN ARRESTED FOR DRUG AND FIREARM POSSESSION
FATAL INCIDENT
POLICE AT THE SCENE WHERE LUDOVICO TERZANI LOST HIS LIFE
I'll do it later.
FATAL INCIDENT LUDOVICO TERZANI
RENOWNED ONCOLOGIST KILLED IN HIT-AND-RUN
What the fuck?
- Hey, Renà. - Inspector.
I have to pick up Giorgio Alberti's personal effects.
Giorgio Alberti. Okay.
- There's nothing there. - I'm telling you.
Make it work, Renà.
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,
who has blessed us in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ.
For he chose us in him before the creation of the world.
Of course!
May Giorgio stand with the angels at the throne of the Highest.
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.
Giorgio, aren't you coming?
The doctor who ran over your son is dead. Did you know?
When?
Last night.
He got run over too.
Life is weird, huh?
Yeah.
- Condolences, again. - Thanks.
About the insurance, I still have to take care of it.
I'm not here for that. I wanted to give you your partner's personal effects.
- I'll take them, thanks. - No, let go.
- Sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. - You didn't. I'm just surprised.
The lawyer told me it usually takes time.
Was it her?
- Why? - Considering she used to call the shots.
No, not at all. It was…
It was my initiative. Want my advice?
Don't trust that person, okay?
Whatever you need, don't hesitate to get in touch.
Goodbye.
- Goodbye. - Thanks.
Where are you going? The inspector told you not to.
- Viola. - Mom!
- Where did you get that? - In his office, but I can give it back.
I only needed it to find his smell again, but…
it's too late for that.
It's okay. Keep it.
The inspector's right.
I didn't help get Giorgio's things for you.
And I never called the shots.
But you can trust me.
How do you know what we said?
You can count on me. Believe me. I won't disappear.
You've got it easy with me, Terè. I'm always around.
Exactly.
I need you. One of my contacts is missing.
I don't work with the unit now.
Not for the unit. For me. Nobody at the office can know.
Let's put it this way. I don't work anymore. Period.
Terzani spied on your son's movements. Did you know?
How did you find out?
I started from your interest in Colonel Silvia Prati.
And you told me there was a love story behind Giorgio's death.
Terzani killed Giorgio, and you killed him.
I can prove it.
- Are you blackmailing me? - Blackmail? No.
Let's say that I need you, and I'd do anything to get you.
Who is he? And when did he go missing?
Sergio Minucci. The guy who gave you the keys.
He's on Tarallo's staff.
He hasn't answered calls or used his phone in 24 hours.
No anomalies in the previous days.
He only contacted his girlfriend, his… high school friends,
and a group chat he used to look for a house on Chiaia's Riviera.
He skipped the texts he's supposed to send to say everything's okay,
and he didn't show up at our emergency meeting.
I'm sure he's in danger.
- How much autonomy do I have? - Whatever you want or need.
- Just don't approach Tarallo. - Why?
Because I can't afford to have it all blow up in my face.
I'm on him.
Just like I'm on other candidates. It's business as usual.
Here's Sergio's address, his mother's,
all the info on his fiancée, a SIM card, and a USB drive.
You know how to use a USB drive, right?
Fuck you, blonde. I didn't quit the job in the Middle Ages.
Copy the content of his computer onto it.
If you need me, you know how to find me.
Sergio?
Sergio!
Sergio, it's Mom! Open up!
Sergio, open the door!
Mrs. Minucci, what's going on?
- It's Sergio! - What happened?
He won't open the door!
- Oh God, what happened? - I haven't heard from him in 24 hours.
He calls me every three hours. I'm so worried.
Oh, good Lord. Don't you have a spare key?
- A copy? - I don't. I'm going to the police.
I don't care what his girlfriend says.
No! No, sir, no!
I don't think he's a hero either. No.
No, sir. It's just…
But… could it be that he's not talking because he has nothing to say?
No, sir, no! Okay. Okay, sir.
Sir, just say the word, and we'll do it. Okay.
- Give me that. - Come on, Dad. You had a bypass.
Shut up, you asshole!
I'M WITH TARALLO - 2024 ELECTIONS
POLICE
- Morning. - Good morning.
How are you, Lorenzo?
Worried, now.
I need a copy of a missing person report for Sergio Minucci.
- His mother should've just filed one. - Who are you working for now?
Why? Have I ever told you who I worked for?
No.
But it's different now. Tamburi's dead. You disappeared.
I might get in trouble for this.
What the fuck are you doing?
I'm not what will get you in trouble.
Lorenzo!
What did she want?
Evening, ma'am. I'm with the police. Are you Sergio Minucci's mother?
Yes. What happened? Did you find him?
Unfortunately not, ma'am.
I'm here to get more information.
And, given that you filed a report,
to ask why you don't believe he decided to disappear.
Please, sit down.
Thanks.
This isn't like Sergio.
He hasn't spoken to me or his sister. She lives in Milan.
They talk every day. He didn't call yesterday or today.
- Excuse me. - Of course.
Hello, ma'am. Inspector Davide Pardo.
We were supposed to come together. The inspector was late.
When you didn't show up, I went ahead.
- Please, sit. - Thanks.
- Have a seat. Want a coffee? - No, thanks. I'll stand. Thank you.
I'm sorry.
As my colleague was saying,
we had an intruder at the station, and I had to go check.
But please, go on.
Your colleague at the station explained that we need to wait 48 hours for adults.
Yeah.
But Sergio was supposed to take me to the doctor yesterday.
It's not like him to behave like this.
No one heard from him, ma'am? A friend? His fiancée?
- That one? Forget about her. - Why?
I don't like Rachele. Or her family.
Sergio dropped out of university to follow her father.
Why's that, ma'am?
He put him to work on Tarallo's staff,
writing press releases, speeches, and stuff like that.
- Is he a politician too? - Not at all.
He works in security. He runs a security firm.
- It's called Anzovino. Heard of it? - No.
- No.
Why don't you like it? I mean, it's a good job, right?
Well paid too.
His girlfriend likes people with status.
You guys might like Tarallo,
but Sergio never did.
There are things not even money can justify.
Hey!
- What the fuck are you up to? - You followed me. You saw, right?
Do you know the difference between retired cops and cops on duty?
Retired cops stay home and rest. They don't play Murder, She Wrote.
- I have you all figured out. - Oh.
You want to look aggressive, dominant, right?
It's an act. That's why even your dog ignores you.
Done with the X-ray?
What the fuck are you up to, Morozzi?
- A favor for a friend. - Where does the kid come in?
- That's confidential. - Confidential, my ass!
You said you were a cop, extorted information. What the fuck?
We did. You were there too.
I'm a police inspector on duty. I can ask whatever I want, okay?
- And I can keep an eye on you. - Fine.
I'm going to see the missing guy's fiancée.
What about you? Are you going to tail me, or should we go together?
Get in.
Do I have to open the door?
That would be nice.
Sergio called me yesterday morning. He was okay.
He just said he was busy. His mother's exaggerating.
A very present mother.
Yeah.
But she's his mom. I don't have a say.
And you never heard back from him?
- No. - Is that normal? Did you have a fight?
No. No fights.
- You're engaged, right? - Yes.
It's a bit complicated.
We decided not to smother each other.
We both have our own space.
So whole days can go by without a call, right?
It happens.
You didn't feel the need to call him, just to check?
- No. - No?
Could he be seeing someone else?
He might. But honestly, I don't want to know.
- I could be too. - Of course.
So you weren't house hunting?
We never talked about moving in together.
Even though he got a good job.
It's not a matter of possibility. It's a matter of choice.
- Not exactly a great love story. - What does that mean?
You don't have to be together all the time to love each other.
We see each other less since he started working for Tarallo.
But this didn't change things between us.
Where can I take you?
Nowhere. I'm walking.
I need to walk. Do you like walking?
Do I like walking?
Where's your car?
- Why do you ask? - Why do you ask why I'm asking?
My car is just fine, and it's where it's supposed to be.
- I need to think about what we've got. - What we've got? Huh.
Sorry, I didn't know we were working together.
And I haven't got anything.
You don't?
You came halfway across Naples just to follow me?
Okay.
Mother vs daughter-in-law.
His mom thinks Minucci is the perfect guy,
but his fiancée describes him as someone living his own life. So?
Rachele is keeping something from us.
- No. Why? She seemed genuine to me. - No.
Those pauses, her eyes, her posture.
It all contradicted what she was saying.
Posture? You're an osteopath now?
And she didn't look happy.
Sorry, I go by facts, not feelings.
Why? Words and behaviors have nothing to do with facts?
Take you, for example.
You talk about moving in together like it's a mandatory milestone.
Saying it's not love if they don't call each other ten times a day.
So what?
So there's clearly something behind your remarks.
What is it? A separation? Abandonment?
A heartbreak?
And this is a fact.
Thanks for the lecture. I have stuff to do now.
Listen, what if I need you again?
Then you should tell me what you're up to.
Because you're up to something, and that's a fact.
But I know you won't tell me. So, good luck.
Such a shame. Just when we were starting to like each other.
Giovà! Come down.
I'm coming. Just a sec. Hold on!
Ma'am, you dropped this.
Thanks.
Were you having Sergio followed to protect him?
No, why?
I remembered seeing a white van
when he gave me the keys.
Do you have one like that?
We have lots of vans, but I'm telling you I didn't have him followed.
Why does it matter?
I'm sure it was there.
What's the link to Sergio? Lots of vans drive by.
I don't know. Just a feeling.
You're back. You're starting to like it again.
I want to get it done so I never have to see you again. Can I trust Davide Pardo?
You were always good at figuring people out, weren't you?
Fuck you.
Help me. Help me, please.
I'm really hurt.
Kid, if you don't talk, we're all going to hurt, got it?
Come in.
You like it?
Yes.
- What do you think? - It's the ugliest view I've ever seen.
That's why I brought you here.
People are in a rush here and won't notice us.
It's just me and you.
Hi, Sara.
Teresa.
- What? What happened? - Lembo's in there.
- When did he get here? - Ten minutes ago.
Should we have offered him coffee?
If he doesn't shut us down, we'll offer him a double coffee.
Right.
Hi.
Hey!
You get prettier by the day, Terè. Huh?
Can I say that, or will you report me for workplace harassment?
So this is still a workplace.
Of course it is. I'm doing all I can to keep it that way as long as possible.
Any news?
No. The usual stuff.
What are you doing in Naples?
I was passing through. I thought I'd say hi.
You did the right thing.
I heard about Morozzi's son.
Yeah, that's an ugly story.
How is she?
Same as always. Just a few years older.
Is she still determined to stay out of the game or not?
I don't know. Why do you want to know?
I always liked you two. Though I never let it show. Never.
Cut it out. I'm serious.
- Why do you want to know? - Terè.
If you want me to defend you and this hole, I need to know everything.
Sure.
In case there's anything to know, I'll keep you posted, don't worry.
Day, month, and year.
That's when you came into my office, and smiled at me.
There are a lot of secrets in my files
that would completely change your idea of the State and what's around us.
Promise me you'll only look at the files that could help you in an investigation.
Don't look for anything else. I'm saying it for you.
ARCHIVE - YEAR PAO-PAS
PARDO POLICE
MOROZZI SARA MOBILE SQUAD - DISMISSED
- Musè? - Yeah?
Do you think it's normal for a woman who was in the Mobile Unit for so long
to suddenly get dismissed, and after that nothing can be found on her?
Who are you talking about?
Sara Morozzi, the mother of the kid run over by the doctor.
I guess there was nothing else to know.
Hello?
Excuse me, can I know who this phone belongs to?
Viola?
Who is it?
It's Sara, Giorgio's mom.
You called me.
Maybe we should meet.
Yes, sure, whenever you want.
It's been on Giorgio's desk ever since he moved in with me.
Turn it over, look on the back.
There's no name.
That's why I called without knowing whose number it was.
At first I thought it was some girl's keepsake.
I don't know why… I felt the need to talk to her.
So, you two met up?
It's not true he hadn't seen you since you abandoned him.
No, I didn't give it to him.
Who did, then?
Someone did it on my behalf.
I recognize the handwriting. It's my partner's.
You have a partner?
I did.
- Did you know he went to see Giorgio? - No.
I mean, I knew they'd met and that it didn't go well.
If Giorgio kept it, it must've gone better than I thought.
The more I look at you, the more I see the resemblance.
You have the same eyes.
Maybe the baby will have them too.
I don't know if I want to hope for that.
I understand.
But, even though I wasn't a good mother,
I might be a decent grandmother.
I need to think about it.
I need to have reliable people around me.
MESSAGE FROM
FOUND TWO RINGS. ONE WAS THE ONE WE WERE LOOKING FOR.
Are your neighbors discreet? Do they mind their own business?
Why?
Nothing, just…
You could invite me up.
No?
BREACH
Oh, fuck.
Fuck.
You're insane.
- I could've shot you, you know? - I have a question for you.
Ask away.
No eyeliner.
Panda eyes.
Red, watery eyes. Doesn't take much of an effort to figure it out.
Figure what out?
If you didn't call me to tell me they found Sergio Minucci's body,
but texted me instead, it's because you didn't want me to hear you.
You knew I'd figure out what was going on between you two from your voice.
Why didn't you tell me?
What was I supposed to say?
That I fell in love with a guy 20 years younger than me?
You called me to help you save him, not preach to you.
- Me, of all people. - I made a mistake. So what?
So stop hiding stuff from me.
Why do you think they killed him?
I don't know.
Sergio was an ordinary guy.
Not for me, obviously.
Who's the other body?
- It hasn't been identified. - Where were they found?
Near the crop fields in Somma Vesuviana.
Anything else I need to know?
No.
I'm serious.
You're a bitch, Terè.
But I am sorry.
- Take another one here. - Yes.
- Here. - Yes.
- Okay. - Okay, done.
Come on, move.
We identified the other one too. His name was Gaspare Russo.
He worked in a body shop in Vicolo delle Fratte.
His wife reported him missing an hour ago. Record's clean.
Anyway, ma'am, illegal workers are exploited in this area.
You don't need me to tell you that.
The dynamic is off, though.
One was found in a burlap sack,
the other killed with three shots to the chest.
- Oh. - It's nice, right?
- It sucks, as always. - Oh, well!
- Here. - Yeah.
Okay.
Bye.
Did you get all primed up for me?
I want to know how the fuck you do it.
- Me? - Yeah.
I can teleport.
Back then we used brooms, but you know how progress is…
Very funny.
Since you don't care about feelings, I have a fact for you.
Sergio Minucci is dead.
- When? - I don't know.
But a Gaspare Russo died with him.
I'm sorry for the kid.
You're so good at getting information. What do you want from me?
You need to fill in the gaps.
Because Gaspare Russo was shot. I don't know how Minucci died yet.
So?
So, as soon as the coroner is done with the autopsy, I need the report.
- Oh. - And the forensics report.
Details on the items found with the bodies, their phone data,
anything that comes out from now on.
- You want a nice rum baba too? - No, I prefer honey balls.
You really think I'm taking orders from you, Morozzi?
I only got dragged into this because I was overzealous, okay?
I'd say you were curious about me.
You wish.
You think you're the center of the universe. You're not.
You're not the center of mine for sure. So forget we ever met. It's for the best.
I thought you were interested in finally working a good case.
Thanks, but I don't need you for that.
Seeing where you ended up, I don't think so.
Too bad. I was hoping to skip a step.
But I guess not.
Your grocery bag.
If they turned his home upside down,
it means they didn't get what they wanted from him.
But what did they want? There was nothing on his computer.
That's not enough to rule out he didn't have secrets.
Given where the body was found, they'll investigate the tomato racket.
- What does Sergio have to do with it? - And Gaspare Russo?
Nothing.
Never heard anyone mention this Gaspare Russo. Not Sergio or anybody else.
We must go back to the beginning, without ruling out that they wanted info.
What exactly did Sergio do for Tarallo?
At first, he did more data analysis than communication.
But he was good, so Tarallo asked him to help write his speeches.
Why did you recruit him?
He seemed like a fish out of water.
My instinct told me he might be the weak link in there.
Instead, you can't imagine how strong he was.
It simply weighed on him to support an electoral project
that was so different from his beliefs,
based on the fear of immigrants, of differences.
You were in love.
I was even thinking of giving it all up for him.
I often thought about you. About your choices.
I'm not a good role model.
Everyone makes mistakes.
I don't want to settle for the official investigation, brunette.
Knowing who killed him is not enough. I want to know why he died.
Then I need you to do something for me.
Inspector Pardo speaking.
Pardo, it's Giuliani.
Mr. Giuliani, hello.
- I apologize if… - What are you doing?
I'm a little out of breath. I'm walking my dog.
But I'm listening, go on. Should I come to the station?
- Not at all. You're free, Pardo. - What do you mean?
Your request for leave was approved.
No, excuse me, what leave? What… What leave?
Pardo, from what I see, you asked for leave.
Effective immediately.
- Okay. Got it. - Enjoy your time and don't fuck up.
- And say hi to your dog. - Goodbye.
Okay.
Walk's over, Boris. You didn't piss? Your fucking problem.
POLICE
Hi, Pardo.
- It's not a good time, Morozzi. - Why?
- I have to go to HR before it closes. - What for?
Say it's not what I think.
It's amazing how fast things can change, huh?
I believe you have some time for me now.
Subtitle translation by: Paola Porciello