BASED ON MAURIZIO DE GIOVANNI'S NOVELS
- Did you do the full route? - Down to the last meter.
- What are you doing here? - You never got back to me.
The Nigerian took the blame. That's all there is to know.
What about Tarallo?
I'm going to check the square for the final speech.
Is there a problem?
No. But you know, with what happened to Sergio…
there'll be a lot of people.
I trust you. Let me know.
Thank you.
Hug Rachele for me, Anzovino.
SARA - WOMAN IN THE SHADOWS
Oh. No apparition of the Virgin Mary today, Morozzi?
Maybe you're just learning how to look.
Or maybe, if I wait leaning on the gate, you're done for.
Oh, so it's a contest. Let's go. Let's see if I was right.
If we were right, Morozzi.
It is a contest.
Let's see who shows up at the appointment with Sergio.
This is a combo ticket.
Yes, ma'am. In the brochure
there are all the artworks that you can find upstairs.
Can you explain what a 30-year-old member of your staff
was doing walking around tomato fields at night…
FOUND HIM. HALL 4
Who did you see?
A journalist. He was at Tarallo's press conference.
Oh, okay.
You go that way.
Wait!
Stop. Stop!
Easy.
What do you want from me?
We're Sergio's friends. You're not in danger.
- Why are you armed then? - Lower those hands. Just trust us.
I'm geotagged.
If I'm not back in two hours, they'll raise the alarm.
You'll be back sooner if you tell us what you know.
If you're here, you're still interested in what you did with Sergio.
Why did you two meet?
Why should I tell you?
If one of you had been Sergio's friend, he'd still be alive.
I know you're behind this.
Who's he talking about?
He thinks we're Secret Service, but we're not.
We're here because we need you.
How did you figure out we were in contact? Sergio can't have told you.
We were trying to save him and figured it out.
We traced his moves backwards.
- But we were too late. - Listen.
If we wanted to kill you or kidnap you, we would've done it already.
Clear?
If you talk to us, you'll even earn our protection.
Real protection.
Sergio and I were friends.
I couldn't believe he was at Tarallo's. He wasn't like that.
Yeah, we know that.
But that's not what put him in danger, is it?
No.
I mean, yes and no.
I'd discovered some things, and he was helping me prove them.
What things?
- Do you know how Tarallo got rich? - No, let's hear it.
Bribes.
He sells himself as exemplary now,
but as city councilor, nothing moved until he got his percentage.
Okay.
Can I go now?
I knew we'd manage to get something out of him.
I have a gift for making people talk.
So when he hesitated twice before answering,
he was looking for the right words?
He was scared, unsure. It's normal.
If you have spare time and feel like doing some research,
you'll find articles titled
"Bribes and Public Administration" by Edoardo Belliti.
- Meaning? - He gave us something he knows well.
And he can keep providing details.
Could be.
- You're not always right, you know? - You don't die for something like that.
Sergio shouldn't have died like that.
The beating and the kidnapping were intended to make him talk.
- So we're at a dead end again? - We're halfway there.
When will we get to the end?
We'll never earn that journalist's trust,
but we have to focus on him.
Let's keep an eye on him, see where it leads.
- Fine. Let's keep an eye on him. - Exactly.
And since I'm a gentleman, you take the afternoon.
I'll take the night, mm?
Since you're a gentleman,
you take the night and afternoon, because I gotta go eat a pizza now.
A pizza?
Seriously? Or is that one of your code words, Morozzi?
Keep me posted, okay?
Hey, brunette.
All dressed up as usual, huh?
What do you need to tell me?
Do you know a journalist named Edoardo Belliti?
I've read some of his articles. Nothing more.
Sergio knew him well.
They were probably investigating Tarallo together.
That's not possible.
He would have told me.
I actually think he died so he wouldn't have to.
To avoid talking about it.
Not even with me.
How do you know that's why he died?
Because of the secret way they kept in contact.
How did they contact each other?
Sergio would write a fake post looking for a house near a museum.
The next day they'd meet there.
Is there a link between Tarallo and the unit, apart from monitoring?
No, you know that. We monitor him like everyone else.
When I stopped Belliti, he alluded to the Secret Service.
He was scared. Maybe Sergio told him what he was doing for you.
- Journalists are full of shit… - Stop it, Teresa!
I know it hurts that your boyfriend lied to you.
But this case is getting too dangerous to waste more time.
Do you have more on Tarallo?
No, goddamn it! Or I'd tell you.
Then find out what's behind Tarallo.
I'll try to understand where this journalist is going.
I almost lost the use of my legs too standing here waiting for you.
Can I come up?
Are Massimiliano's lead soldier models on the table?
Yes.
But I don't think that's why you're here, right?
And it's not even my birthday today. Why this package?
I'm not here for you.
I'm here for me.
What can I do for you?
Get rid of my guilt.
Towards Massimiliano.
What's he got to do with it?
Right before he died, he asked me to help him
to prepare something for you.
I was supposed to give it to you after he died.
And why didn't you?
I was jealous.
I waited years for the right moment to tell him how I felt about him.
Then you showed up,
and all hopes died.
Make good use of what I brought you.
I'll walk you.
There's no need.
My love,
if you're hearing these words, it means I'm gone.
Or that Catapano's playing a bad joke on you.
He really couldn't stand you, you know?
We spent our whole life thinking about other stuff. The job, us.
Now that--
Hey.
Hi.
How do you feel, honey? Huh?
The medicine will take effect soon.
Okay? Think about something else.
Think about us.
Think about the first time we met.
Remember the first time we met?
Such fools…
THE END IS JUST A BEGINNING YOUR MASSIMILIANO
…first ball played by Napoli.
Zieliński tunnels. Anguissa sends it away. Di Lorenzo.
Genoa tries to attack. Guðmundsson steals the ball.
He attacks the space, Retegui asks for the ball.
Comes in late. Blatantly a foul.
It's a free kick. The first yellow card of the match.
Mário Rui, ball near the goal. Martínez on the ball.
Passes it to Rui.
Martínez comes forward, closes in on Strootman.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Where is she? - Where do you think? Glued to the TV.
- Ball for Martínez again. - Did she behave?
Yes, she did.
I was feeling nostalgic and didn't want to eat them alone.
What are they?
Open it.
No! Struffoli are my favorite dessert!
I shouldn't… They're too yummy.
Why nostalgic?
Massimiliano had no vices, but he went crazy over these.
He was convinced that at Sanità they were better than anywhere else.
So I went there and bought some.
Do you miss him?
A lot.
So it doesn't go away?
It transforms.
But it takes time.
I don't want to grow old in sadness.
I don't want to forget Giorgio,
but I don't want to spend the rest of my life missing him.
Am I a bad person?
No. The opposite.
I'd like to hug you right now, but I don't know if I can.
I don't know if I want to.
Ely?
Sweetie?
Østigård…
Who did your homework? You or him?
Hold on, Mom. I'm watching the game.
- Ball for Politano on the fly. Goal! - Goal! He scored!
Goal!
Goal! Go, Napoli!
Hooray!
See how awesome we are?
Goal!
- Who gave this to you, honey? - Edo did.
Tell me. What would Giorgio have done now?
He would've jumped off the couch
and started hopping around like an idiot.
Would you like a photo of him?
From the ones I took.
He wouldn't let anybody but me take his picture.
Sure, I'd like one. Yeah.
- If you come tomorrow, I'll bring you one. - Okay.
Zerbin shoots…
Header by De Winter.
Look.
He waited, the other guy arrived…
They're not meeting by chance, Morò.
Look. He asks for money. The guy gives it to him.
I can see that. No need for the commentary.
All right. This is big, really big!
He's blackmailing him or he's an informant.
Anyway, I already notified Musella. He got his plate number.
Huh?
I'm sorry.
- About what? - About always saying you're wrong.
You're not sorry. Tell me, what did I get wrong?
This video might be useful for the Financial Police, but not to us.
Unless you need to fix a moped and pay cash in hand.
Meaning?
His hand movement gave it away. How he picks grease from his nails.
Anyway, what they said is that Edoardo's carburetor is fixed.
It'll last ten years if he takes care of it.
You got all that just by watching the video?
So, if it's not their posture, it's their lips.
If it's not their lips, it's the third eye.
If it's not the third eye, it's the soul of your ancestors!
I'll call Musella again.
What am I doing here if I never get anything right?
You keep me company.
Go home. I'll stay here tonight.
A coffee.
GET HIM IDENTIFIED
What's new?
Another hit, just like the others.
- Where? - At the old Treasury building.
Galleria Principe di Napoli. At 2:45 p.m.
Something will definitely go down.
Boris!
Goddamn!
Hello?
Can I talk or are you dying?
If you talk fast
and stop making fun of me, I might hear something before I die.
By the way, Morò, I sent Musella…
We'll handle that later. Now memorize this.
Galleria Principe di Napoli. At 2:45 p.m.
- Edoardo will be there. - Yeah, I memorized it. All right.
Boris, the last gift from that huge bitch.
Hi, Lembo.
You come here more and more often for someone so marginal.
"Marginal?"
You always send us interesting findings.
Even if you keep your mouth shut about your friend.
You know what I know.
- Why did you ask to meet? - I didn't want to meet at the unit.
You wanted to talk about Sara?
No.
It's not easy for me to say what I have to say.
You never had problems with that.
Maybe because I never had to share… a defeat.
Not with you now, or before with Massimiliano.
I lost the battle, blonde.
They're shutting down the unit.
Did I bother someone at the top?
No.
"Spending review," they said.
They're using the cuts as an excuse to change the world as we know it.
I only know part of it, and I think it works.
I think so too.
I did what I could, believe me. There's nothing else I could do.
So what happens now? How much time do we have?
Well, an operation like this doesn't happen overnight.
They'll send someone to go through the files
and make all necessary checks, then we'll know the timeline.
Goodbye, blonde.
- Oh my God! My purse! - Police! Freeze!
Police! Freeze!
Freeze or I'll shoot! Freeze!
Freeze!
So? What are you doing?
Musella, where are you?
Come to Galleria Principe di Napoli, quick.
See the nice present I got for you?
Now you know what I need you for. Best sidekick ever.
I was the only one who ran.
There's nothing to see here. Thank you.
- Let's go. - Come on!
Why did you go after that lady?
Do you have a badge?
A badge? I'll break your head with it! Right now, with all the checks going on.
What do you care?
He'll talk to your colleagues.
- Here I am, Inspector. - I'll show you what I care.
- What'd he do? - Take him to the station.
This one? Move! Take him away. I'll be right there. Quick.
Congrats. You'll see the headlines tomorrow.
- That's it. I'll say it was thanks to you. - You don't get it.
Mind your own fucking business, Musè. Take the purse too. Go.
Edoardo!
Let's see if he still talks about bribes and percentages.
I was there because I needed to be sure about something.
Sure about what?
I'm writing a piece that comes out right before the elections.
It's a bomb. But I can't afford mistakes.
What's it about?
Someone organizes crimes committed by illegal immigrants.
Then Tarallo feeds on it, honing in on fear.
And people believe him.
Even I've got brains, Morò.
I wasn't buying the mess those two made earlier.
I knew it was going to happen. It was no occasional robbery.
What was Sergio's role?
He was helping me. We had just reconnected.
We lost touch after university.
When I met him, he was uncomfortable on Tarallo's staff.
We talked a lot and…
he started passing me information.
To clear his conscience, he said.
If that's why they killed him, you can't expose yourself.
But I want to. I've been working for months on this piece.
Do you have a way to leave the city?
I don't intend to.
It's just a few days.
I'll publish everything, then I can disappear.
Waiting for more tip-offs?
- No. But I can't rule it out. - Okay, so…
If that happens, call this number. It's always on, Edoardo.
- Got it? Call this number, not any other. - All right.
Please.
And send me yours now.
I have to get back to the newsroom now.
At this point, I think it's clear
that the Nigerian who took the blame for the deaths of Sergio and Gaspare Russo
was paid to throw more mud on illegal immigrants, right?
Yeah, sure.
What's the matter, Morò?
You're not going to tell me he was lying this time too?
He was sincere, I'm sure.
Posture, his eyes, all that stuff?
Memories flooding back.
What kind?
Of a world and people behind a certain kind of politics.
Meaning?
Even if we have no proof of criminal activity right now,
we can't let our guard down. Look here.
The guys you're tailing arrived in Berlin.
They're creating ties with German neo-Nazis.
We need to find out what they're planning and their roles.
Are we clear?
It was smart of you to start monitoring Tarallo.
I didn't do anything. I just followed procedure.
We have a result now.
For now, the only result I see is a dead man.
Sergio was naive.
Or he was betrayed.
He was mature enough to make his own choices.
Like not telling me about the journalist's scoop, for example.
- Exactly. - We have to start over from there.
But we can't make the same mistakes.
Going past a certain point, as you know,
means getting close to high-ranking politics.
Are you up to that?
If the unit has to sing its swan song, I want everyone to hear.
Loud and clear.
Now I recognize you.
First we need to plant some bugs in Tarallo's car,
in all the places Sergio hasn't already put them.
We'll do as I say.
Let's go, Boris. Let's see who it is. Come on.
Fuck you.
Yes, just a second.
- Hey! Who is it? - Pardo? Am I disturbing?
Hey, Morozzi.
Um…
It's not like a gentleman to open the door like that, but style is not his forte.
What are you doing?
Or intuition. Okay.
- We're setting up our new base. Come in. - Hi.
- Morning. - Put that here, Anna Maria.
What new base?
We needed a safe place for wiretapping. This looks perfect. Come on.
- At my house? Morozzi! Excuse me? - Yeah?
Forgive me, honey, but that's a glass table. Be careful…
Yeah. Thanks.
Anyway, I think you should put some pants on.
What if I was with someone just now?
Were you?
Should I hook everything up?
- Yes, go ahead, get started. - Okay.
- The door. Thanks. - Sure.
Make yourselves at home.
Thank you.
You come out now?
Something's come up.
Let's hear it.
Same amount?
Same amount.
What's it about?
A meeting in Pianura.
Apparently, they're planning a new hit.
So soon? Right after the last one?
This one's bigger.
When is it?
Tonight. Be ready. Prepare the money.
As soon as I know time and place, I'll contact you.
Thanks.
- Slim, are you done? All good? - Yeah.
You were never here, okay?
- Of course, ma'am. - Good.
- Bye. - Bye, Teresa.
How long will the invasion last?
At least until the elections. Then we'll see.
Oh. And that should make me happy?
No, but you shouldn't ask stupid questions.
Do you know the duration of an investigation at the start?
- We're not at the start. - We're not that far into it either.
- Any news? - Yeah.
Tarallo is having dinner at 9:00 in Via Posillipo.
Oh, good. We need to plant a bug there.
Do you know how to place a bug?
Pardo, I'll see you out front 20 minutes early.
I can't stay.
Um…
I kept my promise.
He was really angry when I took it.
Then he looked at the camera and smiled.
Nice, isn't it?
Really nice.
Just think…
I had this crazy idea.
In Giorgio's laptop bag I found tickets to my favorite singer's concert tonight.
I guess he wanted to surprise me.
What do you have to do?
Monitor someone.
- Take me with you. - How am I supposed to do that?
Because I'm pregnant?
That's a good enough reason, right?
What's more innocent and unsuspicious than a pregnant woman?
Hi, Pardo.
- Don't say a word. - What's she doing here? It's dangerous.
- Cut it out. I made the decision. - On what basis?
On the same basis I chose you.
- Listen-- - Cut it out!
If we do our job, it'll be okay.
So?
Nothing. She needed some air, and I took her out for a walk.
Let me get this straight. We're a team from now on?
Yeah. Don't you like that?
Get in the car.
Morozzi.
You wanted to get back to the mobile unit?
They work in teams, don't they?
VOTE BONELLI
Thanks.
What I was saying is it's the same old conflict between thestate and the regions.
If only our hands weren't so tied…
Listen, Tarallo, where we operate we don't have this problem
Miss? Miss, is everything okay?
Help me sit over there, please.
Help me sit there. Take me there.
- Can you get me water at the restaurant? - I have some in my car.
Here you go.
- Should I take you to the hospital? - No. I'll end up giving birth in the car.
I'll call an ambulance.
No, I'm having a home birth. I won't give up because he's in a rush.
Fine, but I can't stay here all night.
You're right. Will you just help me breathe?
- Hold my back, please. - What…
Hold my back. I'll put my legs up here. Hold tight. Let's breathe together…
An opening like that would jump start
the energy sector in a second.
As it was for construction.
Sure, but that's not all.
We took the liberty of doing a poll among your electors.
Only a small number are still in favor of nuclear energy.
Trust me, renewable energies are the right investment for you too.
I know.
Thing is, I made some promises.
When did you make them? Before the war?
Then the war came, and the cold.
And everything blew up in our face.
Everyone will get used to it without…
worrying at all about what you said some time ago.
The higher the stakes, the greater the gratitude you receive.
Right?
Cheers.
No! Please, I'll tell you what, let's do the pain positions.
Come with me, stand here. Just stay with me.
Stay with me, do what I say and then we'll see.
- Down. Lower. - Lower?
Lower.
Lower than this, miss?
- Let's do the open vowel. - The open vowel?
Keep going.
- Relax. - I'm relaxed, miss.
Relax with me.
Yes, like that. Now the open U.
More air.
Fuck.
- Pasquale, what's going on? - She's not feeling well.
Let's get her up.
Here. Do you want to sit down?
- Sit here. - No, thanks, I'm feeling much better.
Thanks.
Oh God.
INSPECTOR DAVIDE PARDO
Pianura, in an hour. In Via Pascetta.
I know where it is. Everything's in the usual place.
I didn't know I was bringing along a genius.
At least the prenatal course paid off.
You could've signaled that you were done.
Why? I was having fun for once.
- Oh God. - Yeah, right.
Oh, God, no.
Oh God!
- You're serious now? - Oh God. Yeah.
- This is for real? - Yes.
What are you feeling?
That'll teach you.
Did you plant the bug properly?
- Are you serious right now? - Okay, I trust you.
Yeah, make the effort. Good night!
Anyway, it's not that late, right?
I don't want to go home.
Show me those tickets.
"Dada' live."
Your call is being forwarded to a voice--
Protection, my ass.
Asshole!
Where are you going, you shit? Where are you going?
Hey, stop! Where are you going?
Piece of shit!
Subtitle translation by: Paola Porciello