BASED ON MAURIZIO DE GIOVANNI'S NOVELS
MISSED CALL EDOARDO BELLITI
- Your call is being forwarded to… - Fuck.
- Morozzi. Hey. - What is it?
- Can you hear me? - Yeah.
- What's all the noise? Where are you? - Hold on, I'm moving.
Listen. I found a missed call from Edoardo on my phone.
I called back, but it's disconnected.
- Did you hear me? - All right.
I'm going to his house. When you're done dancing, meet me there, okay?
Okay, all right.
See you there. Bye.
Shit.
SARA - WOMAN IN THE SHADOWS
Bye, Sara.
Bye.
Viola.
It's been so long since I went to a concert.
Listen, I have my screening the day after tomorrow.
You can come back if you want.
Maybe in a more official capacity this time.
- Bye. - Bye.
Go on, open this door. Show me what you can do.
A jackhammer would've been more discreet.
Said the spy who can't pick a lock.
It's modern. Otherwise, I'd open it just by looking at it.
- What are we looking for exactly? - Computer and tablet.
No computer…
- No tablet. - Not even a piece of paper.
He ran and took everything with him.
All this has to do with the investigation into Tarallo.
So?
What does that mean? Huh? That he ended up like Sergio?
Even if he did, there's nothing else we could've done.
That's enough for you to sleep at night? Huh?
Not for me.
Musella. Yeah.
I need some information.
Find Edoardo Belliti.
He's a journalist.
Thanks, Musella.
Yeah?
Open up, Inspector, it's me.
No, I'll come down.
Okay.
Excuse me. Didn't you hear the buzzer?
I'm not the maid here. I'm already taking care of the poor beast.
- Poor beast, my ass. - He's suffering from loneliness.
No, it's me who's been suffering from his company since I got him.
Can I get my jacket, please?
Listen, I'm going out. Can I get you something? A coffee?
Yeah. Make it a large soy ginseng macchiato.
Which is not coffee, but…
Ignore him. He doesn't deserve you.
- Hey. - Inspector.
Oh. Rough night, I see, huh?
We have nothing on the journalist at the moment.
No one has reported him missing, and he didn't check into any hospitals.
Same goes for the ports and airports.
And obviously, no body either.
Okay.
And?
- What? - That's it?
That's it.
Couldn't you have texted me? You came all the way to my house.
I could have, Inspector, but you're my informant now.
- I'm what? Your informant? - Just joking.
I wanted something more intimate. It's been a while and I missed you.
Got it.
- See you. - Hold on, Inspector. There is one thing…
- Remember Pino Failla, the patrol car guy? - Yes. The one with the goatee…
The ugly, obnoxious guy. What about him?
- Ugly is subjective. - Pino Failla's ugly.
- I know that women like him. - Yeah? Okay.
- Anyway, yesterday… - Yes?
He offered me a coffee.
- What do I care? - He asked lots of questions.
- He wanted to know stuff about you. - Failla?
The leave, what you're doing, how you are, who you work with…
- It was weird. - What did you tell him?
Nothing. I was vague.
All right. Well done.
Actually, it is weird.
- What now? - Nothing, Musella. Absolutely nothing.
If he asks you any more questions, you come tell me, okay?
- Fine. - I got stuff to do.
Hey, I'll top up your phone credit, okay?
- Just text me. No need to come here. - Where are you going?
Mind your fucking business. I'm going for a coffee.
Ginseng macchiato…
- Whatever. - Okay. thanks.
Nothing for me?
Again? You don't scare me anymore, Morozzi.
What did Musella say?
He says that a colleague of mine,
an idiot called Failla, is asking lots of questions about me.
- Okay, I'll handle that. - Yeah.
- Belliti? - Edoardo?
Nobody seems to be missing him.
Anyway, no. We haven't found him. What about Tarallo's car?
Nothing much.
Can you see if there's anything on the kid's phone?
- Meanwhile, let's go to the newspaper. - No.
No. You have to give me a moment to fix my fucking beard.
Hold on.
There's an unread message from this morning.
From a guy named Luigi Laudanna.
It says, "Still need my help? I'll see you at 10:30 a.m."
- Who's this guy Laudanna? - Yeah.
Just a sec. Grandpa here has zero reception.
Here he is. History of Political Doctrine professor at Federico II.
Confirm the meeting with the professor, and ask Teresa to track Edoardo's phone.
I'll go to the university.
Shave your beard. You really look like an old man.
I'm off.
It's not true.
The beard looks good on you.
She's old-fashioned.
I can't right now. I'm expecting someone.
Come back on Thursday.
The person you're expecting isn't coming.
Excuse me?
Edoardo's not coming.
He seems to have disappeared.
Tell me what you know and why you were supposed to meet today.
What are you talking about?
I'm sorry, who are you?
I'm the only one who can help him if he's really in danger. Trust me.
In danger?
Do you often help him with his investigations?
No. Actually…
Never.
But…
Maybe something bad happened to him?
That's what we are trying to understand. Help me, Professor.
Edoardo is one of those rare gems
universities have trouble holding on to.
We had an argument about this.
I had an outburst of jealousy.
And I was unlucky too.
Because in that same period,
his best friend,
a researcher at an institute on this same floor…
He died. The poor guy.
Maybe you heard about him.
Sergio Minucci.
Of course.
- And he was here, on the same floor? - Yes.
2 YEARS
You're engaged, right?
It's a bit complicated.
We decided not to smother each other.
We each have our own space.
COPY ALL FILES?
Who locked this door?
Open up!
They can't hear us. Call security, there's someone in there.
Sara. I found something interesting in Sergio's files. Look.
An encrypted file called "Richelieu" nested into several subfiles.
Look, I printed everything out.
It's Edoardo's investigation.
They really were after him, huh?
Hey.
He's the Italians' boss.
Shoulders back, no sign of tension.
He's there to make sure everything goes as it should.
In fact, when the meeting's over, the others don't leave until he does.
Why did those three Italians go see the German neo-Nazis?
I'm sorry, but what I just saw doesn't suggest anything.
Lip-reading's hard because of the low lighting.
But I'm sure they're talking about crowds, players, and right timing.
We need concrete evidence,
not predictions based on pixelated images where you can't see shit.
I have to report to the Parliamentary Committee.
- Not to the bowls club. - Yes, we know that.
In fact, you don't need to make a great effort. Just report it.
- They're talking about an attack. - I'm not here to be insulted.
- I'm a Senator of the Republic. - No, there's no need to get worked up.
Maybe we all need to calm down here, huh?
Did you verify the identity of the guy presumed to be the leader?
The wiretaps are fuzzy, but we believe his name is Enrico.
We're trying to identify him.
Is someone really following you, or did you just miss this place?
Black Opel with a suspicious plate. I already checked.
Maybe it belongs to the nosy cop I texted you about.
Failla? No way. I asked.
He's fucking Pardo's ex.
All those questions were probably due to him feeling guilty.
Unlucky guy.
Edoardo's phone was switched off at 10:48 p.m.
The Pianura cell tower picked it up, near the construction sites.
I found this in an encrypted file on Sergio's computer,
along with the material gathered for the investigation.
With Tarallo.
We know that Cosa Nostra is planning more attacks.
It's been planting bombs with someone's help for 18 months.
I get it, Massimiliano. But the fascists?
- With the German neo-Nazis? - Why not?
The Years of Lead are over, Massimiliano.
The people out there have moved on. If we don't too, we've already lost.
Goddamn. Just trust me, okay?
Our procedures and protocols are certified.
This unit follows scientific methods.
What are they saying?
- They don't trust us. - Obviously. The assholes.
We have to find that guy anyway.
"We have to find that guy anyway. He doesn't work for Cosa Nostra, okay?"
So, it's either political, or something we don't know about.
But if he really wants to plant a bomb somewhere, we need to stop it.
Tamburi…
"You and a few other trusted officials have one specific task."
Stop the mafia attacks.
Maybe I wasn't clear.
- That's what I'm trying to do! - Massimiliano. Hey.
Teresa, is everything okay?
You didn't tell me you were coming back. Need something?
What year did they get to?
Up to 2000.
Sent to Rome or destroyed.
When did you decide to get so efficient?
Us? The people in Rome are in a rush.
Don't touch the folders in my office.
- Clear? - Clear.
- What place is that? - I'm trying to figure it out.
Your phone.
- Anna Maria? - What is it, Teresa?
You have to do me a favor.
Find out everything you can on Enrico Vigilante.
- It has maximum priority. Hurry up. - Bye.
Can you take over? I need to make some calls.
- Hello? - Musè, hey!
I'm your informant. How are you?
Fine, thanks.
Listen, I need a favor.
I need a list of all the illegal construction sites that were put on hold.
- From all of Naples? - No, Pianura and the surrounding areas.
- Okay? - Okay. I'll do it as soon as I can.
Okay, thanks. Bye.
Rachele?
Hello.
What's going on?
I wanted to give you this.
You'll admit you don't look like the open, detached couple you described.
What do you mean? We had freedom, but that doesn't mean we weren't in love.
Anything else? I'm waiting for my father.
Did Sergio ever introduce you to his dear friend Edoardo Belliti?
He's a journalist. Remember him?
Vaguely, I might've met him once.
Really, it's been a rough day.
Does the name Enrico Vigilante mean anything to you?
No, I don't think so. As I said, I'm meeting my father.
Have a nice evening.
- Pardo? - Hey, Morozzi.
We identified the place where Tarallo and Vigilante met.
Via Pascetta, near the building sites in Pianura.
That's where Edoardo's phone was switched off.
- That's why I looked there first. - Perfect. Good job.
- I'll be right there. - Okay.
Get your legs off of there. This isn't your house, okay?
I don't want to rub it in with gender stereotypes, okay?
But do you realize you drove 20 kilometers more than needed to get here?
I don't want to rub it in either and say that you're superficial, like all men are,
but did you notice that we have an admirer who's been tailing us for days?
- No. Honestly, I didn't. - Exactly.
- I took the long way to lose him. - Could it be Failla?
It's Pino Failla, the dickface.
Can't your friend incinerate him with a satellite?
Whoever it is, he needs to think he's wasting time with us.
It's here.
Here we are.
Take this.
Pardo.
Enrico Vigilante, the man you saw with Tarallo,
I already know him.
In the '90s we were all over him, but never managed to catch him.
I don't know what he's up to now, but I can assure you he's very dangerous.
Dangerous how?
Cosa Nostra called him to get fascists to plant bombs.
If he has anything to do with Sergio or Edoardo, the situation--
Let me get this straight. Are you worried about me?
Whatever this guy did, it takes a lot more to upset me, okay?
Good. In that case, I can get something else off my chest.
You don't need to protect me. Go ahead.
Failla doesn't want to frame you.
He just feels guilty because he's fucking your ex.
Pardo.
Look.
Fuck.
Edoardo's glasses.
Now tell me again there's nothing else we could've done.
I've seen plenty of shit in my life.
I've seen people getting killed for the most absurd reasons.
But this dark evil.
These hidden, abstract interests… I just don't get it.
- You don't need to get it. - Yeah.
- If anything, you have to fight it. - Fuck that.
It makes me sick, Morozzi.
It makes me sick. It scares me.
I want nothing to do with it.
I bet those shits took the body
and took it somewhere else to stage another farce, right?
The poor kid even did them a favor by being Black.
Why didn't I answer the phone?
Here, you talk to Musella. I don't give a fuck.
Tomorrow I want you all out.
- The fuck are you doing? - What am I doing?
Tell your friend.
Tell the Minister of the Interior. Tell the Pope! I'm done! It's over!
Will you calm down?
Calm down? Calm down, my ass! And get those legs off there!
- Don't fucking touch me! - Shut up! Shut up.
TARALLO - CAMPANIA MORE SAFETY, MORE FREEDOM
Given the time, I hope this will at least be entertaining.
I'm afraid the journalist is dead, Teresa.
They haven't found the body, but the meeting spot was full of blood.
They found three shell casings and two bullets,
which means the third is still in the body.
He's fucking with us again.
If they'd listened to us back then…
Vigilante had to be taken down right there.
Yeah, the whole thing drove Massimiliano crazy.
He was obsessed with it until the end.
He never got over that missed opportunity, and for failing afterwards.
He was right. He got it all wrong.
And since I took his place, I know that wasn't his only mistake.
So it's destiny for whoever's in charge to get it all wrong.
Sure. It's far more convenient to hide. That way, you don't make mistakes.
It's Anna Maria. She says your inspector wants us to fuck off.
Yeah, it was too much for him. Might as well let him go. He won't talk.
Can you handle going ahead on your own? Or is this investigation over?
What the fuck are you talking about?
Don't make me remind you how we got into this mess.
I'll see you at Pardo's.
Listen, I have my screening the day after tomorrow.
You can come back if you want.
Maybe in a more official capacity this time.
No, God damn it.
Not today.
Not today. Fuck, not today!
Come on, let's go. Come on.
MUSELLA
Hey.
What happened? What's wrong?
That car's still tailing me.
I didn't feel like putting Viola at risk.
We're waiting for Slim to pack everything up here.
- Musella texted me. - What did he say?
He says that the DNA found in Pianura belongs to two people.
One's probably Edoardo's. The other one we don't know.
We know the casings and the bullets,
because they're from the same gun that killed Gaspare Russo.
So, what do they think?
They're checking it out.
The hypothesis is that there was a struggle,
some gunfire, but they didn't have time to clean up.
So two people are dead?
- There are three. - Three?
Musella said Edoardo's informant was stabbed last night.
A mugging, they say. Who the fuck believes that?
But Edoardo's body and the guy who died with him are missing. Which is weird.
They're obviously waiting for the right time to pull them out.
Anyway, Edoardo's Vespa was found nearby.
- So he went there willingly? - Yeah.
They must've tipped him off, but it was a trap.
Exactly.
And they finished him right there.
So you're still with us?
No. But since you're still here, I wanted to tell you myself.
Hold on. There's a conversation you need to hear.
Turn up the volume.
Thanks for finding the time, Enrico.
Actually, I didn't find the time, so make it quick.
What do you have to tell me?
- It's Vigilante. - It's Vigilante.
I heard about a private poll
that puts me four points behind.
That's a lot, right?
It depends.
But we're ready for anything, right?
Some other magic trick from our master and…
let's say a little push at the end of the electoral campaign.
You're asking me if I have everything under control?
And what about you?
Do you have everything under control?
To tell you the truth, something else came to mind.
- Is that right? - Yes.
Because, according to this poll,
what my voters don't like about my program is neither security nor immigration.
It's energy.
What about energy?
My voters are divided on nuclear energy.
We had a referendum against it. It's expensive and it… scares people.
Are you backing out?
No. It's not backing out.
- It's an opportunity. - I heard you.
But I don't know what the fuck it means.
It means that we should tone down some of our positions.
I mean, give people time to digest it.
That's all.
Your voters would love that, right?
Yes.
Because you have voters now.
Yes, I do.
I know we started with nuclear energy, but…
I have a strong gut feeling and I'd like to go with it.
It's winning that counts after all. Am I wrong?
You're not wrong.
Anything else you have to tell me?
Not right now.
Goodbye, then. Take care.
We have another problem.
Look at that. Look at that profile.
He really looks like a scoundrel.
Everything's looking good. Very good.
I'm starting to get contractions, though.
Considering how far along you are, your cervix is a bit short,
but the kid's ahead.
It's okay if he's born a little early.
Kiddo,
we're almost there.
You sure that second-hand smoke won't hurt me?
I'm not a lung specialist.
If a glass of wine at dinner is okay…
Is someone coming to pick you up or do you have to take… the bus again?
- In this heat… - No, someone's coming.
Actually, I have to go.
No, wait.
There's something I want to tell you before you go.
I'm going to be a grandpa.
That's great! Congratulations!
My son told me that he and Giorgio talked a lot about it.
He would have liked…
for the kids to grow up together.
Like they did, right?
But now that Giorgio…
isn't here anymore,
if you want,
we can do the same with you.
And the little one.
What do you think?
Excuse me.
I'm growing old.
Tarallo knows about the sham.
He even asked to stage a bigger one, for the finale.
What the fuck do we care about arresting Tarallo?
Didn't you hear how scared he was? Tarallo's a puppet.
Vigilante's the puppet master, like 30 years ago.
What will we do if he wins the election?
It'll be a mess. It's exactly what Vigilante wants.
What Vigilante wants is a nuclear power plant.
That's not the point. And we can't prove it.
VIOLA
- Should I step in? - Mind your own business.
That pause, Teresa.
That low, upset tone, when Tarallo was talking about the power plant…
I heard that pause!
But I don't care, because unlike you,
who does not exist, I report to someone.
I need to have something to take action, okay?
If I have proof against the possible future regional governor, I'll use it.
Bullshit. You're just covering your ass. Because the unit is done. Shut down!
You need a trophy to show off to make it to retirement.
What did Lembo offer you?
A nice seat in Rome to top off your career?
And what if he did?
You think you're less selfish than that?
You think someone believes you're doing this for your country?
You don't think it's obvious you want to get Vigilante
to settle the score for Massimiliano? Huh?
Then do it. You're free to do it.
Unless it gets in the way of national security
and what I want. Period!
Either you tell me what the fuck is going on or you can leave.
It's your call.
It's very likely that Vigilante represents a powerful group
interested in building a nuclear plant in Campania.
I heard that. Thanks. So what?
So someone's paying him to make it possible, whatever the cost.
That's why he chose a manageable politician.
There are other powerful groups that are equally important.
The other night at the restaurant, they offered Tarallo money directly.
To embrace their cause, renewable energy.
That's why Tarallo asked Vigilante to abandon the nuclear plant project.
Not knowing that that's exactly why Vigilante wanted him
and what may win the election for him.
Good.
So? What should we do now? Go after Tarallo?
Exactly.
Because what we just told you is plausible, but very difficult to prove.
While we have clear, simple proof
that Sergio and Edoardo's investigation was solid.
And that Tarallo is dirty. We'll see about the rest.
I'm out here. I can hear you. Open the door!
Open up!
Do you understand what I do for a fucking living or not?
If I don't answer, it's because I can't, or I don't want to.
You're a bitch! I can't believe I trusted you!
My mother was right. You're a bitch and a liar! Fuck you!
We're being tailed, not sentenced to death. That was unnecessary.
I don't want to put her at risk. She'll understand.
Teresa.
What?
- I'm almost done with Vigilante's file. - So?
It looks like he has a big media company nested like Chinese boxes.
And guess what? It's one of Paolo Anzovino's companies.
Rachele's father.
There. He's the one who put Sergio on Tarallo's staff.
It's all linked, Teresa.
From the start. And to Sergio too.
- Vigilante killed Sergio, not Tarallo. - Don't use that tactic.
Give me 48 hours.
Then we'll do whatever you decide.
Subtitle translation by: Paola Porciello