Asshole!
Where are you going, you piece of shit?
You piece of shit!
BASED ON MAURIZIO DE GIOVANNI'S NOVELS
We put you back on your feet.
But you have to leave. We don't want trouble.
- I'm not a criminal. I'm a journalist. - I didn't ask.
And I don't care. I just want you to go.
Fine, but can I send a text first? I think I lost my phone.
I don't give a fuck. You're not using our phones.
It's getting light. We're leaving.
Get him dressed and send him on his way. Are we clear?
Throw your clothes down there. I'll take care of them.
If you send me away now, they'll kill me.
Do you have money?
I have this.
Go see Manuel. He works there.
If it's enough for him, maybe he'll help.
It's getting light out now.
Here, get dressed. Hurry up. You have to leave.
SARA - WOMAN IN THE SHADOWS
TARALLO - CAMPANIA MORE SAFETY, MORE FREEDOM
- Yes. - Where are you?
At Anzovino's agency, why?
Anzovino didn't come home last night.
He hasn't arrived here either. They opened ten minutes ago.
What should I do? Go in with an excuse and ask for information?
His daughter just came out. I'll follow her. She might lead me to him.
- Okay? - Fine.
PREMISES UNDER SEIZURE
Where are you going? Where? You piece of shit!
Dad?
Ma'am.
Hold on. I have to ask you something.
Do you know this guy?
No. Blacks don't come here. They know we don't want them.
Oh.
- What's the baby name? - Goran.
- How old is he? - Ten months.
Ma'am, just tell me where the Black guy is.
It'll be better for everyone. Okay?
What do you want?
Ninotchka sent me.
What room do you want?
They're all free. This place gets busy later, you know?
You pick one.
Room 112.
Listen, can I use the computer?
EDOARDO BELLITI - DUE TO SUDDEN MOVE
Is that guy always down there?
GL699BT.
HOW TO TRACE THE OWNER
CAR MAKE PLATE NUMBER
PLATE NUMBER NOT FOUND
Fuck.
HOUSE / ROOM SEARCH NAPLES
DUE TO SUDDEN MOVE APARTMENT FOR RENT IN VIA DUOMO
WITH BEAUTIFUL FURNISHED KID'S ROOM AND LOVELY BALCONY
What am I supposed to do now?
Tell her?
She slams the door in my face, and I help her anyway?
I don't think so.
Fuck.
VIOLA
YOUR EDOARDO POSTED A NEW MESSAGE
THANKS. ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
Hey. What's up?
Pardo, Edoardo's alive.
I sent you what he just posted.
No museums this time, but his home address.
- I'll meet you there. - Okay. What about Anzovino?
- We'll deal with him later. Hurry up. - Yes.
HOTEL LAZIO RESTAURANT - STEAKHOUSE
Pardo?
Hey.
- I'm here. - Well?
Not a thing.
The door shows no signs of a break-in, apart from ours.
Here… it looks like they didn't touch anything.
Anyway, I asked Anna Maria to verify the IP address the post was sent from,
and she even sent me the location.
Let's go.
- Hello. - Good morning.
Morning.
I have to say something.
- Look over there. - Huh?
The key to 112 is the only one missing. First floor.
Come on.
Who the fuck is that?
Aldo Esposito. From Bagnoli. Check him.
You think Edoardo shot him?
If he did, it was to save his own life.
It's locked.
It's locked, Morozzi. Listen, let's just take it.
I'd take it.
Otherwise, we have to beg all the saints in heaven to tell us what's on it.
Huh? What do you say?
I say…
we found Sergio's killer.
Teresa, he's the one who killed Sergio.
- Hey, I was about to call you. - Yeah.
Belliti used his credit card at the airport two hours ago
and bought a ticket to Lisbon.
- Oh. - What time's the flight?
It left. If he was running, he'd jump on the first flight.
Who can say for certain it's him?
- I'll find out. - Hey.
- Whose is that? - The dead guy's.
One thing at a time. Let me hack airport security, then I'll get to that.
They were fast.
They're your men.
They move fast, Lembo.
I'm sorry, Teresa. You know I did what I could.
Anyway, It's not over for you.
I want you in Rome with me.
No, thanks.
I'd rather get my life back.
You'd get bored in a minute. I'll give you full autonomy.
- You can make all the decisions you want. - Why, what have I done up to now?
Otherwise, they wouldn't have shut down the unit, right?
Here.
You can keep them.
This space is still ours until the movers take away the furniture.
What do I do with it?
You can bring Morozzi here to see this little theater one last time, no?
I wouldn't mind.
What's Sara got to do with it now?
Didn't Tamburi have it built just for her
so she wouldn't ruin her eyesight reading lips?
Yes, and the unit buried her along with Massimiliano.
Oh. So you two meet to talk about the weather.
Yes. And about time going by.
About how it passes, but nothing ever fucking changes.
Take care.
The footage is from two hours ago.
Look.
There. There he is.
- It's him. - Yes, it's him.
What's up, Terè?
Hey, Anzovino's not at home anymore. I'll send Anna Maria everything.
According to his location history, it looks like he moved to Campi Flegrei.
But what's interesting is when he left.
Meaning?
After Sergio died.
He often calls his daughter, but the calls go unanswered.
- What are you doing here? - Hear me out.
We don't have prosecutor authorization.
I even told my colleague we needed one, but she's got her own methods.
Hi, Rachele.
How did you get in?
Using the aforementioned methods.
You put that photo I gave you on your nightstand.
Get out of my house.
Why? What are you going to do? Who will you call for help?
Your dad? I doubt it.
You're not even picking up his calls.
I saw the way you were crying at his grave today.
You only hide a love as big as Sergio's out of fear.
It's not like that.
No?
Then you love someone else so much you need to defend it?
Who is it? Your father? Huh?
Who's friends with Vigilante and works for Tarallo,
who Sergio started investigating with Belliti.
What happened, huh?
What? Did you find something out? Did you tell him everything?
Now you feel guilty because Sergio died because of you!
Yes!
It's my fault Sergio died, yes! But that's not what happened.
He was acting weird. He stopped telling me what he was up to.
So I followed him, and I saw him with a woman,
a woman who could've been his mother.
He told me he was being forced to do it.
That he felt disgusting every time he got out of her bed.
Then he mentioned an investigation, one that would make a lot of heads roll.
Was your father's head one of them?
- No. - Then whose?
Vigilante's. I lied to you when I said I didn't know him.
He saw me grow up. And he saved my dad when he was in debt.
So you felt you had to tell him everything.
Not him. My dad.
I wanted him to disprove Sergio, and he did.
But then Sergio disappeared.
Why didn't you tell us the truth when we came to you?
We might've been able to save Sergio.
Because my dad told Vigilante everything.
But then Sergio died and you still didn't say anything!
He's my father!
What was I supposed to do? He was terrified.
If I'd talked, they would've killed him.
Call him.
No.
- I want nothing to do with him. - You don't get to decide shit. Call him.
Rachè. How are you?
You know how I am.
Who are they?
It's over. They know everything. You can't run anymore, Dad.
We finally meet.
I asked Vigilante to help me with Sergio.
And he found him a job with Tarallo.
How could I not tell him? The kid was causing trouble.
Are you saying it's for the best that the kid died?
Of course not, but try to understand.
What's Vigilante up to?
What interests are behind all this?
I don't know about his business.
Then why were you so worried about Sergio's investigation?
- I swear, I don't know anything. - Anzovino.
Don't look at me. Look at her.
I won't say what I think of you.
But if you want us to understand, you have to talk to us.
Huh? You handle his security, right?
You don't know where he goes, who he sees? Should I call the station?
Well?
Do you follow all Vigilante's movements?
No, not all of them.
Sometimes he tells me he wants to go alone.
Good. Then next time he tells you that, you tell us.
What a drag.
Yeah?
Hello, it's Musella, I'm looking for Inspector Pardo.
He's not here. What do you want?
Who are you?
Mind your own fucking business.
Sorry.
Who is it? Oh, it's Musella.
Musella, you got something for us?
Of course, or I wouldn't have called. I found out something crazy.
If you're heading back, I'll wait for you. I'm here, outside your house.
I was passing by and I thought I'd drop by.
Your new girlfriend said you weren't there.
She's not my new girlfriend, Musella,
and you have to stop dropping by my place.
You understand?
All right.
Hey! Tell me what you found out.
So, Aldo Esposito
was shot with the same weapon that killed Gaspare Russo.
- Yeah. - Aldo's father, Vito Esposito,
is a fugitive.
But I think… he's dead too.
Why do you say that?
The DNA we found in Pianura with the journalist's
has a father-son link with Aldo Esposito's, so…
Okay. Thanks, Musella.
- Welcome. Anyway, I'm here if you-- - I said, "Thanks, Musella."
God, he's impossible. It's absurd.
He always wants to stick his nose in my fucking business.
But he's a good kid.
So you feel it too.
What?
Nostalgia.
Fuck you, Pardo.
Anyway, I just saw a Japanese guy in front of Viola's house,
looking up at her window, and I don't like that.
Everything's under control, don't worry.
He's an agent from the unit. And he's Chinese.
He's Chinese.
Okay.
Today is an important day for Naples.
Everything's ready for the rally that will close Tarallo's electoral campaign.
The politician, who made security the key issue of his platform,
is the candidate expected to become president of the Campania region,
backed by a strong coalition providing an unwavering support.
Aldo Esposito worked for Vigilante.
These are the photos from his phone.
So it's confirmed.
It was Vigilante who had him killed.
- Sergio shouldn't have died. - Cut the bullshit, Sara.
If the beating didn't kill him, once they got the information,
they'd have killed him.
The phone the photos were sent to,
whatever name it was registered to, had to be Vigilante's.
I want to know everything. Open it up like a tin can.
- It's encrypted. It'll take time. - Work on it. You're good.
Teresa.
Leave me alone.
You were right, as always.
Arresting Tarallo would've been a fucking mistake.
Give me that cigarette.
Smoking again to show support?
You're right, Paolo Anzovino was right under our nose.
Mine more than yours.
Sergio was right under my nose too.
But I didn't fucking know a thing.
I was looking at him in a different way.
The same way he was looking at you.
When Sergio disappeared,
Rachele thought he was with you.
He told her he'd fallen in love.
Are you saying that out of pity?
You know I'm unable to lie.
If I lied, you'd know.
Excuse me. It's Anzovino.
Put him on speaker.
- Talk to me. - I got some news.
Vigilante just took me off managing the security detail for Tarallo's rally.
He claims the party wanted a company from Rome to handle it.
- Has this ever happened before? - No.
Thank you.
- Something's definitely going down. - Of course.
This guy is really pissing me off.
TO BE HUMAN HUMAN GOD
Just a few more minutes
and our presidential candidate will be with us.
Oh God! Wait. Let me help you. Easy.
- Easy. Put your hand here. Easy. - Tell me what you want from me first!
I don't want you to have the baby here for starters.
- You've been following me for days. - Easy now. Relax.
Viola!
Don't worry, ma'am. I'm a friend of Sara's.
I'm taking Viola to the hospital. Her water broke.
- You're a friend of Sara's? - Viola!
Know anyone who'd kidnap a woman in labor?
- I'm her mother. - I don't.
But I wouldn't bet on the people Sara knows.
Okay. Take it easy…
Calm down. Breathe.
You and that wretched woman will be the death of me!
Do you have a gun? Shoot her!
Here he is!
- Good morning. - You're the best!
Sir.
Nice to see you.
- Hello. - Good morning.
- You're a legend! Bravo! - Tarallo, you're the best!
- You're great! - You're number one!
Thank you.
My friends,
first of all, I want to thank you. All of you.
My greatest achievement during these months with you
is creating a community.
A community of people who love this land and its traditions.
A community of people
who are also not afraid to face the future.
ARREST ME TOO
No, no…
Shame on you!
Do not react to their provocation. That's what you are!
- Come on, push! - Push.
- Push, sweetie. - Again!
- Push. - Push, sweetie.
Shut up, Mom!
- This is what you are! - Shame on you!
This is violence. This is the opposite of democracy.
- Shame on you! You should be ashamed. - Shame on you!
They shot the president!
It was him! Catch him!
- See you at Pardo's. - Yes.
- You called it. - It's logic. It came from there.
Push!
Hello?
Everything's good.
We took care of it.
Sadly, a few minutes ago
a statement was just released announcing the death of Tarallo,
whose condition had appeared very serious immediately following today's attack.
Messages of condolence and support for the family are coming in
from across the institutional world.
Authorities have currently detained a 35-year-old Nigerian man
whose identity is being--
Clearly they ran out of scapegoats for hire
and dragged in some poor guy who has jack shit to do with it.
Who knows if Tarallo knew about this whole mess or not.
What he didn't know was that his life was at risk. He knew about the rest.
I'm sure Vigilante told him to stay on stage no matter what.
To make a hero out of him.
The nuclear energy business was too important to lose
because of Tarallo.
Actually, we're the ones who lost. Again.
Where should I take this stuff?
Throw it away, as far as I'm concerned.
The unit no longer exists.
Yang.
In a public hospital. In this neighborhood.
Rescued by a migrant friend of… that witch. I…
Tell me, how can anyone give birth like this? Tell me.
May I?
May she?
Mrs. Rosaria, let's go get a nice coffee.
I'll take your bag. Let's go.
I didn't like how you treated me.
You're right.
I was afraid for you.
I'd never forgive myself if you got hurt.
Couldn't you have just told me to stay away?
I wasn't sure you would have.
No. Actually, I wouldn't have.
Remember the adrenalin at the restaurant?
He's handsome, isn't he?
He's gorgeous.
Want to hold him?
I don't know.
Come on. Hold him.
Easy.
Here he is.
Where's Pardo?
He's outside.
- Let him in. I'd like to see him. - Yeah?
- Come on. - Yes.
Sweetie.
Hi.
Here we are.
Where is she?
- Hi. - Hi.
You look like the Virgin with Child.
I definitely have a child. I don't know about the Virgin.
Have you chosen a name for him?
Massimiliano.
I like it. It's a nice name.
I can't wait to take him home.
Did I tell you that Giorgio's office will be his room?
No.
It has the nicest view and… I think that's what he'd want.
"Due to urgent move, apartment for rent in via Duomo
with beautiful furnished kid's room and lovely balcony."
Yay!
- Morning. - Hello.
Hello.
Excuse me.
I have something urgent to do.
- Congrats. He's beautiful, Viola. Really. - Thank you.
Come here.
Thank you.
- Who is it? - Ma'am?
- Good evening. - Evening.
Sorry to show up at this hour, maybe you're still having dinner.
Where's Edoardo?
That's exactly what I want to talk about, ma'am. I'm a police inspector.
Show me your ID.
It's called a badge, ma'am. It's not an ID. Anyway…
I don't have it, because I'm on leave…
Ma'am?
Edoardo is in Lisbon right now.
That's not true. I tried calling him. He's unreachable.
And I saw you the other night, you and a woman. You kicked his door open.
- And you came back again. - Yes, you're right, ma'am. That's true.
We did it because we want to help Edoardo.
- If you let me in-- - I'm calling the police.
I am the police, ma'am.
You need to leave!
What… What are you doing?
Where's Edoardo? Why is he not coming back?
Hi.
Edoardo is on vacation right now. I'm a friend of his.
Let me in?
APARTMENT TO RENT IN VIA DUOMO
I don't get why Edoardo described Ely's room.
I don't know, ma'am, but maybe we can ask the kid?
Yes, sure. Her room's this way.
- Please. - Thank you.
- Ely? - Ely.
Ely… Can I ask you question?
Is there a chance
that Edoardo came to your room
and maybe used your computer or your toys?
I don't have a computer. I go to his house when Mom's at work.
Look.
When we watched the game together. He gave me this.
He told me never to abandon it.
- When was that, exactly? - Just before he went missing.
Can I see it a sec?
Don't worry. My father was a tailor. I'm very good at it.
A terrible new scandal is upsetting Italian politics.
The attack where regional candidate Tarallo lost his life,
would only be its final act.
Edoardo Belliti uncovered an earthquake that rocked the whole world of politics.
Betting on hate and fear,
Tarallo and his committee gave life to a xenophobic electoral campaign.
For months, crimes were committed by illegal immigrants in Campania,
with the intention of boosting Tarallo's campaign.
Belliti's investigation opened a Pandora's box
of a political system that relies on corruption and criminal support.
The investigation on Tarallo and the criminal system that supported him
is traveling around the whole world.
NAPLES: HOW TARALLO WAS SUPPOSED TO WIN
THE TARALLO INVESTIGATION: CHRONICLE OF ELECTORAL FRAUD
The fucking phone ruined my apparition!
Damn!
Alright. What did you want?
Congratulations. How did you do it?
Well, I'll explain later.
You'll figure it out on your own. I have something to tell you.
During Tarallo's rally,
the security cameras were off for half an hour, right?
We know Vigilante has his finger in every pie,
but for something like that, a criminal isn't enough.
Okay? Even a criminal like him.
Vigilante never stops.
Berlin, Rome, Milan, Palermo.
What else do we have?
Wiretapping.
Audio, obviously. Otherwise, those guys in Rome would never have invited me.
Truth is, no one invited you. I'm bringing you along.
- So, the attack was confirmed? - Maybe.
If Rome doesn't trust sending them here,
it means there's something juicy in those wiretaps. Let's go.
How did it go in Rome?
As expected.
Meaning?
A dead end.
Sorry.
Hi, Brunette!
Did you listen to Massimiliano's CD?
No. I'm not ready yet.
What do you need?
Before the attack in Florence
you and Massimiliano went to Rome.
What happened there?
I'm not the person you should be asking.
I wasn't invited. Lembo didn't let me in.
When he walked out of the room,
Massimiliano said that we were back to square one,
and that the wiretapping was fucking useless.
And you believed him?
Yes, of course I believed him.
Why would he have lied?
Hi, Lembo.
You got here late, Morozzi.
If you're talking about the truth, maybe. But what matters is getting there.
It was you, right?
Today like yesterday.
Massacres, attacks.
It was you who covered them up.
You still have the habit of being out of line without a shred of a proof.
Know who else was out of line?
The sniper on the roof at Tarallo's rally.
But this time Vigilante won't come out clean.
Take care, Brunette.
And do what a good agent should always do…
Forget.
Massimiliano was the best at that.
Florence and all of Italy are mourning.
An attack, in the dead of night,
occurred just steps away from the Uffizi Gallery,
in via dei Gergofili, causing deaths, injuries,
and immense damage to the artistic heritage of the Tuscan capital.
More than 30 were injured, and five are dead, including two children.
What's happened--
- Hi. - Hi.
Is that Vigilante's location history?
Yes.
It's the last thing Anna Maria did for me.
- What did you find out? - Nothing.
Except that he likes to go running.
It's Lembo who covered up for Vigilante.
He's always covered up for him.
You're starting to enjoy it, huh?
It's a bit late, though.
That's the same thing he told me.
I confronted him and he let on that Massimiliano knew.
He knew and he didn't stop him.
Lembo is a bastard.
He's only trying to tarnish the memory of a dead man.
If Massimiliano knew, he would've told you.
You really think so?
I was never good at lying, you know that.
If I lied, you'd know, right?
I'll make you a coffee.
HOW TARALLO WAS SUPPOSED TO WIN THE ELECTIONS
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 life thinking about something else. The job, us.
But now that I'm gone,
don't stay on you own.
SARA - WOMAN IN THE SHADOWS
Subtitle translation by: Paola Porciello