BASED ON MAURIZIO DE GIOVANNI'S NOVELS
Come on!
Give me my money.
My money!
Where the fuck do you think you're going, Kamil?
Where the fuck are you going? Where's the money?
- Where the fuck is my money? - I messed up.
I don't have it anymore. I'll give it back, I swear.
Please.
I warned you!
What are you doing? What did you see? John Wayne?
You're Black too. How can you be John Wayne?
Leave him alone. We need him, not you!
He's collaborative.
Is it true that you're collaborative? Yes or no?
- Yes. - See? You're good.
Good.
Hello?
Call the guy, Dad. Tell him it's all good.
Are you sure?
There's a Black guy who'll take the blame. Give a little money to his wife and son.
All right.
God sees and provides.
- Bye. - Bye, son. Bye.
SARA - WOMAN IN THE SHADOWS
ANTONIO CARDARELLI EMERGENCY ROOM
You like my car, huh? Do you need some spare parts?
I want to save you some trouble.
No need to appear every time like the Virgin Mary.
I get it.
- You get what? - Well…
You can usually find information on pensioners doing favors for friends.
But nothing on you. It's like you don't exist.
Good job.
But you must've also figured out it's better if I don't exist, right?
Of course.
If the coroner asks who you are,
what the fuck should I tell him? That you're a ghost?
If we don't go in, you don't have to tell him anything.
Why me of all people?
You haven't worked a real case in four years.
Ever since your all-too-evident honesty
led you to step on the toes of someone bigger than you.
So you got a nice promotion to the crappiest office in the station,
where, except for the occasional substitution,
like the night my son died, you're rotting away.
Inevitably losing, day by day,
your identity as a good investigator.
Fine.
So let's say I work with you.
And you and your friends get me back on the mobile unit.
No.
You don't work with me. You work for me.
MORGUE
It's weird. Not only are the causes of death different,
but the times don't match.
Gaspare Russo was shot three times in the chest.
One, two and three.
When the two bodies were found, he'd been dead for about three hours.
But not the kid. He'd been dead a lot longer.
You could say he was unlucky.
- Meaning? - Follow me.
Sergio Minucci had a rare spleen disease that made it extremely vulnerable.
A single blow, not even a very hard one,
caused it to rupture and the slow hemorrhage that killed him.
How slow?
From the bruises and lesions,
I'd say the beating occurred 36 hours earlier, 48 at the most.
The kid was beaten and tied up, as you can see from the wrist marks
and the ankle marks, and left for dead where he was found.
- Okay. Thanks a lot. - Don't mention it, Pardo.
He got beaten, but not in the face.
- He wasn't supposed to die. - So what do you think? Intimidation?
Information, more than anything.
Care to tell me why, or do I have to wait for the next apparition?
They ransacked his house.
Someone wanted to know something, and he didn't talk.
I don't know why I want to humiliate myself by asking you this,
when I know you'll never answer, but…
If you and your friends are handling this, maybe you have ties with the kid, right?
Couldn't that be the key?
Maybe whoever kidnapped him wanted information about you?
Let's start with Gaspare Russo. Who was he? What were his ties to the kid?
Why did they leave them next to each other?
Okay.
I work for you now. What do I have to do?
How should I know? You're the cop.
POLICE
According to our colleagues,
Gaspare Russo supervised illegal immigrants' work.
But he was low-rank. A small fish.
- Boris! Hi! - Musella! So?
The weird thing is,
forensics say that Russo sent a voice message to his wife from the car
saying he was going home.
Only, he died and the car disappeared.
Anyway, it's all in here, car papers included.
Is everything okay?
What?
You suddenly took leave without telling me.
And you've got Boris.
- I took some leave to be with my dog. - Fine.
- It's none of your business anyway. - Absolutely.
- Go inside. Thanks. - You're welcome, Inspector.
Boris. No, Boris! Hey!
Thanks for the lift.
I had to finish some work. I never would've made it getting the bus.
What do you do, if you don't mind me asking?
I do check-ins for vacation rentals,
wedding photos, loser actors' portfolios.
Shit like that.
In theory, I'm a photographer. In theory.
- Is it much farther? - No.
I mean, is it here?
I know, the place sucks, but he's good.
Morning, Nino.
Nino.
I didn't do anything, Inspector. I didn't do anything.
Where are you going?
Hey!
Will you stop? Hey!
Damn…
Again, sir?
- I'm not arresting you. Will you shut up? - What do you want, then?
I need some information.
- Information? - Yeah.
I need to find this car.
Can you help me?
- Park there. - Here?
Yeah.
BONELLI FOR A NEW CAMPANIA
DOCTOR'S OFFICE
God. You get more beautiful by the day.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Fusco, pleasure to meet you. - Sara Morozzi. You too.
Come on.
Who's that? A relative?
No, an acquaintance who gave me a ride.
Okay, got it. Come in, take a seat.
Excuse me.
PROPERTY - THE CAMPANIA CHALLENGE LEGALITY, NUCLEAR ENERGY, BUSINESS
Hello? Good morning.
I wanted to know if Mr. Tarallo
will hold a press conference for the death of his aide, Sergio Minucci.
BODY SHOP
PARKING LOT EXIT
- The mechanic sent me. - Oh, it's you?
Where's the car?
It's in here. Want me to take you?
Give me the money.
See you later, man.
Here's Gaspare Russo.
Hey, Musella.
I found Russo's car. I'm sending you a pin.
No. Musè, listen.
You take the credit for finding the car.
Have forensics analyze it and let me know when there's news. Okay?
Where did you find that doctor?
He was smoking in the studio.
- Can't we choose another one? - He watched Giorgio grow up.
He's his best friend's dad. Your son spent his teens with them.
They're the first people I met after we started dating.
His father, your ex-husband, had been dead a while.
He said they were both crazy, and they had lots of fun together.
They were the family he never had.
- We're here. - What is this place?
It's my place.
OBSTETRIC ULTRASOUND
I used to take Giorgio here.
It's really ugly, but it was paradise for us.
He gave me a massage every night.
But that's not the only reason I miss him.
I miss the things he didn't do too. I miss everything about him.
How old were you when you got pregnant?
He didn't even tell you that?
I was your age.
He never mentioned you.
One day we were talking about the baby and…
about possible resemblances.
- He only told me that-- - He hoped the baby wouldn't look like me.
So I asked him what had happened.
He just told me you left and forgot about him. That's it.
Do you think you can forget that?
If my mom's right, and you're a criminal, yes.
But that's not what you think.
The bench you sat on the first time you were waiting for me
was Giorgio's favorite.
But you couldn't know that.
I think that…
there's something bigger, more powerful, that goes beyond us.
That's what I think.
Listen, I have to go.
If you don't mind, I'll go with a friend.
- No. I can drive you if you-- - No.
If you want…
we can meet again, even tonight, maybe on that same bench.
I never thought I'd say this, but it's good for me.
Maybe. I don't know.
All I know is I go crazy at home.
- Hey, Musella. - I owe you one, Inspector.
They're all congratulating me. Even the mobile unit couldn't believe it.
Okay, Musella. Get to the point. I'm in a hurry. I'm busy.
Yes. Russo's car is covered in fingerprints of a Nigerian felon,
a guy named Kamil Usman.
I sent a picture to your phone.
He's in Castel Volturno. They're going to get him right now.
Okay. Thanks, Musella. Thanks.
Hey, enjoy the celebration.
- Thanks, Inspector. - Bye.
I'll show you.
You fucking know-it-all.
- Pardo. - Morozzi.
One of my informants told me there were fingerprints
inside Gaspare Russo's car belonging to a Nigerian named Kamil Usman.
Oh good.
- That's it? - Want me to congratulate you?
Of course not. Never mind.
Come on. The press conference is about to start.
- Coming. I'll be right there. - Okay, bye.
What the fuck?
MORE SECURITY, MORE FREEDOM I'M WITH TARALLO
Good morning, everyone.
I just talked with the police chief,
and we caught the man who killed Gaspare Russo,
a supervisor on the tomato fields, and our Sergio.
His name is…
Kamil Usman.
Turns out he's an illegal immigrant.
He was arrested a short time ago. He didn't resist and…
he confessed.
Sergio was probably in that area,
as he often was, because he was a researcher.
He was someone who took initiative.
I'm sorry.
That's what I liked about him.
After all, illegal farm work is one of the many plagues on our country,
but especially in our region, Campania.
It's likely that Gaspare Russo and Kamil Usman saw Sergio,
and something that was meant to be a lesson or a just scare,
turned into a murder.
We lost a friend.
I… lost a friend.
My aides were so worried, to the point they thought I might give up.
I want to take the opportunity at this press conference
to assure everyone.
I won't give up.
I have no intention of giving up. I owe it to Sergio.
And we'll keep fighting for our only goal.
"More freedom, more security." That's it.
Can you explain what a 30-year-old member of your staff
was really doing walking around tomato fields at night,
which are teeming with illegal immigrants and supervisors linked to organized crime?
It's honestly hard to believe it was either pure coincidence
or his own initiative.
Thank you.
Look, Sergio definitely wasn't there at my behest.
But if I ever find out, or even sense
that I haven't been told everything and there's more to this,
I assure you, you'll know.
Because I'll use all my power to get Sergio justice.
Who is that?
Edoardo Belliti, a freelance journalist.
That's it. I'm done. The press conference is over.
Have a nice day. If you'll excuse me.
So, how did it go?
Tarallo's good at answering.
We'll talk later.
I'll take care of it.
- No nuclear power! - Calm down!
No nuclear power!
- Let us through, please. - We want you out! Go away!
The main question remains unanswered.
What was Sergio Minucci doing in the tomato fields?
Once we figure out what his relationship was with fucking Gaspare Russo,
it'll be clearer, right?
But in his confession, the killer said that he and Gaspare Russo knew each other.
Sergio Minucci was there by chance or by mistake.
Anyway, my informant said
they found Gaspare Russo's phone at Kamil's house.
Maybe we could clear up some doubts.
Oh, and can't your informant let us have a look?
Well, actually I was counting on you for that.
I don't like surprise visits. Maybe you forgot.
I didn't forget.
The situation is bigger than we thought, Terè.
Meaning?
The circumstances are strange.
And the killer's confession is even worse.
See? Your Christmas present came early.
I don't think I'm the right person to get to the bottom of this.
Why is that?
You look like you're finally feeling alive after a long time.
I look like I'll go to jail if I don't do what you say.
You're in now.
Your boyfriend died slowly,
after getting beaten by someone presumably looking for information.
Now, what would a Nigerian working in tomato fields
fucking want with Sergio?
Say it. What do you need?
Tell me about Tarallo. The truth.
I've been watching him for months. He's as clean as a whistle.
I'm telling you one more time, stay away from him.
No one in Rome has to know
we're creating files on candidates the old-fashioned way.
Then get me Gaspare Russo's phone from forensics.
That's impossible for the same reason. I can't ask for inside favors.
Do you want the truth or not?
Lower your voice.
I told you there's nothing I can do. Otherwise, I wouldn't have called you.
That's not true. You called me to cover your ass.
Because you were fucking an unreliable asset.
If this gets out, the unit is done and so are you.
Watch your mouth.
You want me to get to the truth before someone you can't blackmail does.
But I found the kid for you. The mission's over. Fuck you!
The mission's over when I say it is.
Find a fucking way to get to Russo's phone.
And use this to copy everything that's in it.
Or we can end it here as you said, and I'll see you in Poggioreale.
I'll send photos of your grandson as he grows up.
For a moment I thought you wouldn't come.
She would've been happy.
Me too, maybe.
I don't know.
It's weird being with you talking about Giorgio.
Having second thoughts?
No.
The only thing I'm sure of is that I need to understand.
Earlier today, you told me about your job.
Did you leave him for love or your career?
Let's say for both.
Where did you learn to read situations like that?
Posture, lip-reading.
I don't know. It comes easy.
Let's try something, then. Stand there and watch.
I hope this doesn't seem unprofessional.
And until proven otherwise, I'm actually not asking you.
I'm just a voice in your head.
Would it seem so weird if I asked you to come to dinner with me?
I fell in love with a man who was my boss.
Our unit was specialized in field interceptions
and a certain kind of stakeouts.
There were Mafia attacks, violent political struggles, terrorism.
I was good at understanding other people's conversations.
Even from afar.
Okay. This explains a lot.
How do you do it?
See those two?
He's the paternal grandfather.
"Grandpa, when's Dad coming?"
"He promised he'd come play with me."
"Your dad can't come. Something came up. You and I can play together."
"No, I only want to play with Dad."
How do you do it?
The lips.
You just have to practice. Sound can be superfluous.
What if you miss something?
If I miss something, there are facial expressions, posture,
the movements of the hands, shoulders and eyes.
It's like connecting the dots with a pen.
The more you observe, the less empty space is left.
There's something I've never told anyone. I don't know why I want to tell you.
My relationship with Giorgio…
Something was off.
He had something on his mind. You know…
A woman can tell.
The silences.
The blank stares.
I can't do what you do, but I can connect the dots occasionally.
Does this change anything for you?
No.
But I hope my child will be happy playing with only me.
POLICE
Are you ready?
I like how you ask, as if I had any alternative.
It's called being polite.
Lucky me! Then yeah, I'm ready. Thanks, that's very kind of you.
- I heard you were on leave. - In fact, I am.
I'm asking you as a personal request.
The lady… She's an ex-colleague.
And the mom of the kid who got run over a few days ago,
Giorgio Alberti.
She says a bracelet is missing from her kid's belongings.
It's important.
- If you'd just let us in a second… - No.
She has to come back tomorrow when the boss is here.
- Even if she was a colleague, I… - Come on, Renato. Help me out.
No.
All right.
- Nothing. He said-- - I know what he said.
May I?
- Please, ma'am. - Good evening, agent.
I appreciate and understand your respect for procedure,
but that bracelet has an enormous sentimental value.
I can't go back to my daughter-in-law who's eight months pregnant like this,
empty-handed.
Do not insist.
No. I'm just saying…
Let Inspector Pardo in.
FORENSIC ARCHIVE
RUSSO GASPARE
Right!
SYNC TRANSFER IN PROGRESS
The bitch!
She's only with the Secret Service when she has to bust my balls.
Pardo, did you fall asleep?
Coming!
Pardo, do you need help?
Coming, Renato. Hold on. I'm getting my bearings.
Come on, goddamn!
Pardo!
Are you okay, ma'am?
Ma'am?
Everything okay, ma'am? Hold on. I'll get you a glass of water.
Listen to her…
Ma'am…
NAPLES MUSEUM
ONE-WAY TICKET
Calm down, ma'am.
You're a good actress too.
Actually, you're more reckless than good.
Reckless? That's a nice word.
Who said that my crying was fake?
Anyway, I see no correlation to Sergio.
It would seem that Kamil's confession is real.
Sergio was there by chance.
There's no link at all between Gaspare Russo and Sergio.
- And between Russo and the Nigerian? - Nothing.
Unless they communicated in some other way.
Maybe with Sergio too.
Or maybe it's just bullshit.
- Filomè, are you sleeping? - Listen.
You could've called me, you know?
I'm in the car already. I'll be home in five minutes.
Okay? See you there. Take care.
Russo sent this voice message to his wife just before he was killed,
but it doesn't add anything. Or does it?
Do we have anything else?
Not on Gaspare Russo.
Instead, this is Sergio's stuff that I managed to photograph.
ONE WAY
NAPLES MUSEUM
- This is in Chiaia's Riviera, right? - Yes.
Nothing in the previous days. He was in contact with his fiancée,
and a group chat he used to look for a house in Chiaia's Riviera.
One step at a time.
ARCHIVE FOLDER TAC-TUR
You can't live without the truth.
You need it.
That's why you're the best agent I've ever met.
And the woman of my life.
Stay that way.
Do that for me.
What do you want?
Aren't you afraid of going in that basement alone at night?
I don't want to share what I feel with you.
How do you get over it?
How long does it take?
How do you go on? Tell me.
Tell me, Saretta.
Just do the opposite of everything I did.
Want a coffee?
- Hi, Viola. - Hi.
Sorry to bother you, but I need a favor.
That's if you still want to keep your mind occupied, uh?
I'll see.
Go on Sergio Minucci's social media profile.
I just sent you the login details.
Try to find traces of a house search.
House search?
Yes, he was looking for one in Chiaia's Riviera,
through some group chats. Can you verify that?
Yes. Just a sec.
I can do that, but why?
He doesn't need a house anymore.
No, he doesn't.
You have email and password and want me to get in?
I have to do someone a favor and I need your help.
- Okay, I'll call you back. - Thanks.
If you weren't blind, I'd say you chose an amazing view.
Do you know why I didn't miss your sense of humor, Sara Morozzi?
Because you don't have one.
They were all crazy about you. I never got why.
You are and always will be a dull woman to me.
I'm glad I left some good memories.
You didn't spend much time cultivating your friendships.
Even if I didn't spend much time on friendships,
an ex-colleague of ours needs help.
And I'm at a dead end. I need you.
The blonde and the brunette. The stars of the unit.
You're like those rock bands
that get back together because they ran out of money.
Listen, it's just a few seconds.
Tell me everything you hear.
Then I'll leave the same way I arrived.
First, I'd say this man has a thing for cheesy music, to say the least.
Not enough background noise for him to be in the city.
I'd say he was driving on a secondary road.
No. In the country.
As he was finishing recording the message, he drove over a manhole.
Thanks, Catapà.
You're almost as good as me. Even though you're still an asshole.
And you're still a bitch.
As he was finishing recording the message, he drove over a manhole.
Not enough background noise for him to be in the city.
I'd say he was driving on a secondary road.
No. In the country.
Kamil Usman confessed that he and Gaspare Russo killed Sergio.
Then he argued with Russo and killed him as well.
Then he got rid of the bodies in the place where they were found.
That's correct, yeah.
But it's false.
Because Gaspare Russo was killed right there.
He wasn't with them before. He ended up there by accident, not Sergio.
What we know is that Gaspare Russo sent a voice message to his wife
just before he got killed.
He was driving.
Filomè, are you sleeping?
You could've called me, you know?
Anyway, I'm already in the car. I'll be home in five minutes.
Okay? See you there. Take care.
He ended up just a few hundred meters from where the bodies were found.
Who's this guy?
Let him get out of the car.
He got out of the car, and they shot him.
Hey, what happened? What are you doing?
What does the Nigerian have to do with Sergio?
Exactly. What's he have to do with him?
I mean, why did Kamil lie about what happened?
Like he wanted to take the blame.
Why did he take the blame for someone else?
It's important.
Oh, nice.
So…
renting and renovating this house
was your last attempt to not get dumped?
It was him. Boris.
Let's go get some air.
Not you.
You later, okay?
If you wanted to go for a walk, you could've said so.
I know a couple of places that are nicer than this.
Relax. You don't look like a cop.
- Oh, you're being ironic? - Yeah.
You should've been a comedian. I piss myself laughing whenever you speak.
You do the honors.
Thanks.
- That's her. - Yeah.
Ma'am?
Ma'am…
We're off to a good start, huh? Ma'am, open the door.
Ma'am, we don't want to harm you. The gate was open, ma'am.
Hey, open the door! We're from…
- If it's obvious, what's the difference? - Stay back.
Ma'am, don't be afraid.
I'm Sara, a friend of Kamil's.
We're looking for Kamil and his family.
Maybe you can help me. Huh? I just want to talk for a few minutes.
Can you open the door?
Just you and me.
Not him.
Kamil Usman is in debt.
Even to the husband of that woman who he had to give his house to.
The house? That's a house?
Then he got arrested… for a crime he confessed to.
But the dynamic in his confession doesn't line up with the facts.
The police don't get it, he remains in prison,
still in debt, I guess, and his wife and son leave.
Yeah. With what money?
The money he earned by taking the blame for the death of Sergio and Gaspare Russo.
Gaspare Russo just happened to be there at the wrong time.
The two deaths are not linked. We only lost time.
Someone linked them later.
The same person who paid Kamil to take all the blame
and wanted us to find his car so easily.
Otherwise, why didn't Kamil torch it or sink it in the sea?
See? You're not dumb.
Some good news every now and then.
- So we have to start over? - No. Why?
Who is it?
Viola.
So, Sergio was doing something weird.
Exactly once a week, he'd write in the same group
that he was looking for a house.
Same formula, but different areas and different kinds of houses.
It doesn't make sense for someone who's looking for a house,
unless they're schizophrenic.
You never met my ex.
It's a code.
I asked Viola to do research because I noticed some coincidences.
His last post mentions the address of the museum he visited before dying.
Look.
Isn't that the address of the Museo delle Reliquie? Scroll down.
Isn't that where Museo del Castello is?
Yeah.
It was a way for Sergio to set up a safe meeting in a museum
that he indicated through the fake house search?
Exactly.
Could you post a new ad as if he did it?
Yes.
We'll go to the meeting and find out who he secretly met with.
At the Donnaregina?
- Yes. - What should I write?
"Urgently looking for a spacious house on Donnaregina Street."
"Tenant has references
and intends to continue the activity carried out so far."
- Should I post it? - Yes.
- I have to go now, but I'll let you know. - Thank you.
- Bye, Pardo. - Bye.
Was it really necessary to involve her?
Necessary, no. Useful, yes.
Do you think we'll find Sergio's real killer at the museum?
Let's see if they take the bait.
Who killed Sergio is not important anymore.
What's important is who's behind it.
The situation is more serious than I imagined.
SERGIO PUBLISHED A NEW POST
URGENTLY LOOKING FOR SPACIOUS HOUSE ON DONNAREGINA STREET
TENANT HAS REFERENCES AND INTENDS TO CONTINUE ACTIVITY CARRIED OUT SO FAR
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