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Point Green to Leader.

Target passing,
heading southwest.

Got him.

I'm going in.

- What's going on, Leader?
- No idea.

No, no, no, no!

Leader to all units.
Abort, abort. Repeat, abort. Regroup at RV. Out.

Tell me about your husband.

What about him?

I don't know. Anything.

Why?

Well,
you never really mention him.

You never asked.

Well, I sensed
you didn't want me to, you know.

You got that right.

Well, that's fine, you know,

if you feel
that you don't want to talk about him, then...

Is this how you wear
down your suspects?

Zen.

You're here. So am I.

Isn't that enough?

I'm getting divorced.
Of course I don't want to talk about Luca.

Do I ask about
your stupid old wife?

I'm just curious.

Is this the end of an affair
or the beginning of a relationship?

Maybe it's both.

Aurelio!

What's going on?

Very well.
Finally we can begin.

My name is Hueber.

And I am assuming command of
all central detective squads

while Chief
Moscati is on sick leave.

I do not know what
you are used to here,

but I will not
tolerate slackness or inefficiency.

I will not tolerate corruption
or favours.

I do not tolerate immorality
or fornication.

On or off duty,
without exception,

you will behave with
complete propriety.

There is
a departmental code of conduct on every desk.

Study it, learn it.

- Excuse me, Chief.
- Yes?

It's the Minister's office.

He wants to see you
and Detective Zen right away.

- Zen?
- Some sort of emergency, sir.

You are a smoker, I see.

I've read your file.

The Faso case,
the Ruspanti affair.

You are always
in the newspapers.

You're a glory-seeker.

In my squad,
there's no room for glory-seekers.

Oh, and one more thing.

Leo Moscati is
not coming back.

Gentlemen.

Ernesto,
you must know Nadia Pirlo? - Only by reputation.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, in my opinion,
prosecutors should be seen in court,

not on television.

Chief Hueber,
we face an extremely grave situation.

Late last night,

the head of Legal Affairs
of the Miletti Corporation,

Francesco Pirotta,
was shot dead in central Rome.

His widow
has since told investigating officers

that at
the time of his murder,

he was engaged
in secretly paying kidnappers 5,000,000 euros

to secure the release
of Ruggiero Miletti.

Ruggiero Miletti's
been kidnapped? When?

A few days ago,
the widow thinks.

- And the money?
- Gone.

But any such
payment is illegal. - Of course it is.

That's why the family
didn't report the kidnapping.

By law the entire assets
of the Miletti family must be frozen,

to prevent any
further illegal payments.

Our main concern now
is the safe return of Ruggiero Miletti.

- Without a ransom? Forget it.
- Technically, it's already been paid.

What, really?

Well, in that case,
why was the delivery boy shot?

Our priority is
Ruggiero Miletti.

Any police action
against the kidnappers

or anyone else can wait.

What we need now is
a senior detective to handle the negotiations

and get Miletti back safely.

Very well.
I will assign someone straight away.

Yes, it was felt very strongly

that for such an important
and delicate assignment as this,

we could do no better
than Detective Zen.

- I cannot agree.
- Well, then I'll gladly step aside.

I can't think
of anyone better. - No, neither can I.

Surely Chief Hueber,
with his enormous exper...

That's settled, then.
Good luck, Detective.

I'll show you out.

You can't do this to me.
No one can handle a kidnap without a ransom.

An awkward assignment,
of course, but in you I have every confidence.

What aren't you telling me?

Come on, Detective.
You know what we do.

One man is dead,
another is being held captive.

And as well as being
our foremost industrialist,

Ruggiero Miletti is an old
and very dear friend of the Minister.

Should you manage
to secure his safe release,

you will find us
extremely grateful.

Grateful enough
to bring back Leo Moscati?

Yes, I can see that
Chief Hueber may appear somewhat uncongenial.

God knows he's almost Swiss.

But I'm afraid his appointment
was politically expedient.

What about Vincenzo Fabri?

I thought he was supposed
to be going on a little holiday?

Yes, Detective,
I haven't forgotten.

But given Fabri's family
connections, such a purge must be handled delicately.

I would ask for your patience

and urge you to focus
on the matter in hand.

All right.
I appoint my own backup

and I'm in charge of
the Pirotta murder, not just the kidnap.

Of course.

It goes without saying
that secrecy is everything.

If this leaks to the press,

your room for manoeuvre
will be severely compromised.

- What room for manoeuvre?
- A final word of advice.

Beware of the Milettis.

- Thanks for your support.
- The bullet had your name on it.

Did you expect me
to stand in front of you?

My only hope now is
you can take Hueber down with you.

It'll be a noble
self-sacrifice, Aurelio,

and quite in the
Roman tradition.

Well, that may be but
I'm from Venice.

I was hoping
you might have something on him.

On Hueber? Forget it.

He's teetotal, celibate and
famously devoted to the purity of justice.

A disaster as Chief
of Detectives then. - Quite.

You know why they really
want to save Miletti?

- No.
- He bankrolls the Party.

They'll do
anything to get him back.

But if you get
caught breaking the law, they won't protect you.

And neither will I.

- Murder squad.
- Hi, it's me.

Listen,
I'm sorry about this morning.

- I didn't mean to get all...
- No. It's my fault.

I made too much of it.
It's just...

The divorce is
tough right now.

No, I get it.

And it's hard, you know,
pretending nothing is happening between us.

It comes squarely
under the heading "immorality and fornication".

Yeah, the new code of conduct

bans sex in the workplace
along with everything else.

We haven't had sex
in the workplace.

Not yet, no.

Very well, we have our orders.

But you will report to me
every step of the way.

And undertake nothing,
no action without my express authority.

Absolutely, Chief.

Oh, and I'd like to
request De Angelis as backup, please.

Hey. Si prego.

- That a dead body?
- Yeah, I think it's my career.

Listen, will our
mutual friends remember they still owe me a favour?

What do you want?

Ruggiero Miletti's
been kidnapped.

- Wow.
- I didn't read about that.

No, you won't, neither.

I need to get him back alive.
Can you talk to our friends?

See if you can get them
to pass my mobile phone number

to whoever is holding Miletti.

No wire taps, no bullshit,
just straight conversation.

Get this thing sorted out.

I'll make the call.
But no promises.

Thanks, mate.

Are you getting
a cut of the ransom?

My name is Zen. I'm expected.

Good afternoon. Follow me.

An extraordinary man,
Mr Miletti.

Yeah, I'm sure he is.

He's always been very generous
to our foundation.

Has he?

We have six
orphanages in Africa. 724 children.

They're a handful,
I can tell you. - I'll bet they are.

Of course, times are hard now
and people seem less keen to help.

Are you here for a donation?

Well, no, I'm not asking.

Mr Miletti is
unavailable today, Sister.

I'm very sorry.
You should have been told.

Julia here will see you out.
Okay?

Carlo Fagioli.

I'm Vice President
of the Miletti Corporation.

Zen. I'm a detective
with the Murder Squad.

You're a detective?

Yeah.

Well,
Detective, what do you know about the Miletti family?

Um...

pretty much what
anyone knows, I suppose.

Well, let me tell you this.
They are not like ordinary people.

They are not like you nor I.

For a Miletti,
there are no rules.

No boundaries.

No impossibilities.

And this is the first time
in their lives

they've ever had to deal
with a problem themselves.

Well, I'll bear that in mind.

So do you have much experience
in hostage negotiations?

No, none at all.

Why did they send you?

Can I talk to the family now?

Detective,
my wife, Cinzia Miletti.

- Good afternoon.
- Detective.

Silvio Miletti,
acting head of the Miletti family.

So can you tell me
when was it exactly that your father was taken?

Monday night, on the way back
from the office in Rome.

About an hour later,
Cinzia got a call on her mobile.

They said they had Daddy.

They put him on the line.

And he said,

"Baby,
give them what they want."

So we called Francesco.

He's our lawyer.

Was.

And he told us
that it was illegal to pay the ransom.

He told us that
if we even reported the kidnapping,

the court would freeze
our bank accounts.

Our own money!

We
couldn't believe it.

So, naturally,
you got the money together.

We've been
advised by legal counsel not to answer that question.

I'm not here to
investigate the pay-off.

It doesn't interest me

and anything you
say on that subject's completely off the record.

My job is just to get
your father back home alive.

Nothing else.

Francesco arranged everything
at the bank.

And then he offered
to deliver the ransom.

And we feel awful.

Poor Donatella.

They'd only just got married.

Yes. Of course
we'll take care of the widow.

Francesco was with our family
for 40 years,

- and loyalty like that is...
- So?

What? It's my fault?

I told you I'd do it.

It should have been me.
I'm the head of the family.

Now, they should have
been contacting me, not her!

And why did he
give them her number? It's not fair!

I'm sick of it!
I don't have to put up with this!

Who do you think you are?
You're not even family!

You're nobody.

I'm sorry.

He's very upset
about Francesco... - Cinzia.

We had the money ready here,

they called with
the instructions.

Francesco left.
He said he wouldn't be long.

No one tried to follow him?

No, we didn't want
to take any chances. We just wanted it done.

Have the kidnappers
contacted you at all since last night?

About half an hour ago.

They want another five million
by tomorrow night.

- Another 5 million euros?
-Yes.

So,
how do I help my father now, Detective?

Well, from now on,
I'd like to handle all the negotiations.

No, that won't be possible.

They were very specific.
They only wish to speak to Cinzia.

Cinzia. Really?

Well, that's what
I should do, then.

Detective?

Isn't this all a bit
out of your league?

Those people,
they murdered Francesco without a second thought.

What makes you think
you'll do any better?

Vincenzo,
what are you doing here?

Hueber said you needed backup.

I was expecting De Angelis.

No, Hueber sent him to Naples.

Pick up some court
papers or something. - Oh, huh, did he?

Look, Aurelio, obviously
you and I have had our differences in the past.

Well...

But I want you to know
you can rely on me.

No, I know that. Thank you.

In fact, we should have
a little chat, you know, about the case and everything.

Yeah, okay.
Give me five minutes? - Sure.

Would you like a drink?

I would,
but I'll wait till later, if you don't mind.

I need to ask your permission
to put a tap on your phone,

seeing as it's
you the kidnappers are going to be calling.

I don't see the point.

We can't touch our money,
and even if we could,

you wouldn't let us use it.

That's it.
There's nothing we can do. It's over.

That's not true. Not yet.

Well, do you have a plan,
Detective?

All I can tell you is
that I'm going to do everything I can,

everything,
to get your father back.

I believe you.

Thank you, Detective.

Poor Daddy.

I don't want him to die alone.

Yes?

The grieving widow
of Francesco Pirotta.

Yeah, what about her?

She's just gone public
with the whole thing.

The kidnap,
the payoff, the murder.

You should instruct the family
to deny everything.

That's the least
of their worries.

The kidnappers
just phoned and asked

for another five million
by tomorrow, or else.

I see.

That means I have a day
to find Ruggiero Miletti.

And if you can't?

If I can't...

If I can't,
I plan to turn up at the rendezvous

with an empty suitcase
and take it from there.

Are you serious?

Yes, sadly I am.

So, in other words,
as things stand,

Miletti is as good as dead.

I'll be in touch.

Yeah...

Vincenzo, I need you to get
forensics up to where the snatch took place.

Also, I want to
talk to the chauffeur and the bodyguard.

Sure. Anything else?

Yeah, how do you
know Carlo Fagioli?

I was in school with
Silvio Miletti, Carlo I know from the tennis club.

The tennis club?

Why do you even
bother with this job?

If I don't work,
I don't get my allowance.

My parents are
pretty strict about that.

What? You try keeping my wife
and a mistress in Rome on what we make.

Besides, it's fun.
Or rather, it used to be.

Look, Aurelio,

- can I speak frankly?
- Yeah, sure.

What do you think of Hueber?

Too early to say.

You know I was
supposed to get that job?

Oh, were you?

Yeah, his brother's a
politician, got some crucial vote on the coalition.

Not even my uncle
could block his appointment.

So,
if anything were to be done, we'd have to do it ourselves.

Ourselves?

This case is
incredibly high-profile, right?

Hueber's never
had anything like it before.

Now, if, just for example,
it were to fly into a mountain, say,

questions would
be asked... of him.

So you think that
we should deliberately bungle the case

to feed Hueber to the sharks.

No, of course not, no.

Not exactly.

But in a complex
case like this, so many things can go wrong.

Look, I know it
goes against the grain, but Old Man Mil...

Old Man Miletti is
as good as dead anyway.

The only thing
still left in play is where the blame lands.

And you don't think
it will land on us, for example?

Oh, no.
We're only obeying orders.

Look, trust me, my uncle
has far too much pull for Hueber.

As long as you're with me,
you've got nothing to worry about.

Vincenzo,

it's brilliant.

What is it?

It's nothing, baby.

Everything's going to be fine.

Oh, yeah, really?
Oh, that's very interesting.

Okay,
so why don't you give him a call about it? Yeah, sure.

Yeah, um...

Mrs Pirotta, do you mind
not speaking to the press again?

It really does make it

that much more difficult
for us to do our job.

Your job?

What is your job?

To get Miletti back alive and
never mind the people who killed Francesco?

Well,
I'll tell you who killed him.

The Milettis.

Francesco gave his
life to that family.

He knew everything.

Such as what?

He would never tell me.

He was so loyal and discreet.

Well, you're suggesting
they had him killed?

I wouldn't put it past them.

You don't know what
they're capable of.

Nobody does.

Last night,
what time did he leave here?

We...

...drove together
to the Miletti house.

About 8:00.

And then the call came and...

Francesco left.

I sat out with Carlo, waiting.
Just waiting...

Was he worried
about dropping off the money?

Worried?

He was nervous.

It's not something
you do every day.

No.

But he was calm.

He was a brave man.

And he would do anything
for Ruggiero Miletti.

You see,
what I don't understand is how...

Forgive me, how he... came
to be killed? I mean...

Looking at it
from the perspective of the kidnappers,

why would you shoot the man
who's bringing you your money?

But it's obvious
he was betrayed!

What? I don't understand.

You don't think
they really wanted Old Man Miletti back, do you?

Any of them.

Silvio loathes his father.

All he wants is the money,
but the old man won't give it to him.

And Cinzia's slimy husband
is so ambitious,

he just wants control of the
company, but the old man stands in his way.

Oh, I thought at least Cinzia
seems to love her father.

Oh, yes,
she's daddy's little girl, all right.

Always has been.

Believe me, Detective,

for one reason or another,
they all wanted the old man dead.

You're working late.

Yes.

Hueber gave me a lot of stuff
to do by tomorrow.

Here.

Your messages.

Cinzia Miletti's
mobile phone records and all the wiretap documents.

Thanks.

I wasn't expecting
you back tonight.

No, I left Fabri
with the Milettis.

If there's any developments,
he's going to give me a call.

You got
Fabri as a backup?

You know, he suggested
I deliberately sabotage the case

just so he can
get rid of Hueber.

Would that work, do you think?

I don't know. Even if I was
to entertain such a wicked scheme,

I think the idea
was to flush me away at the same time.

This case is a nightmare,
isn't it?

A previously undiscovered
circle of hell. Do you fancy a drink?

No...

I want to take
all my clothes off and do it on Hueber's desk.

Really?

Come on, Zen.

Someone has to stand up
for sex in the workplace.

Not to mention
slackness and immorality.

Exactly.

Luca has always loved me,

for as long as I remember.

And I married him
because I got pregnant.

Then, when I lost the baby,
it seemed...

...cruel to back out.

But I tried hard
to be a good wife

and to understand him,

and it was okay.

But then, you wake up one day

and you discover

the person you
love has just...

gone.

And you're living
with someone else.

And you don't
like them at all.

And what's worse,

that you have
become someone else, too.

And you don't
like them, either.

Do you know what
I'm talking about?

Yep, I do.

So, what do you think?

I think we need to
get this desk fixed.

No, stop it.
Don't answer, don't.

Hello?

What's wrong?

Zen?

Aurelio.

Well, what can I do for you?

I'm afraid this Miletti
business is a bit of a mess, but there we are.

We must play
the hand we are given.

In this case,

you will find 5 million euros
in used and untraceable notes

of varying denominations.

I'm sure I don't
need to spell it out.

Nevertheless, Amedeo,
I'd be grateful if you did.

Take the money, give it to the
kidnappers and get Miletti in return.

And you're aware
that's completely illegal?

For God's sake,
a man's life is at stake!

We mustn't let a little thing
like the law get in our way.

- Our way?
- Yes.

Of course, I must advise you
not to get caught.

- Where'd you get it?
- I want you to focus on saving Miletti.

Which, I might add, should
prove a lot easier now you have the ransom.

Forgive me,
if Miletti gets released,

people are going to know
what we've done.

Given your
immaculate reputation,

no one will ever suspect you
of handing over money to criminals.

Your scruples do
you credit, Detective,

but really,
it's no way to get ahead, is it?

Or, in the current climate,
to stay where you are.

Oh.

Oh, I see.

Cheer up.

They take the money,
you take the credit.

Everybody wins.

So, do you want
me to sign for it?

Cool.

All I know,
if it is fake, it's perfect.

Five million. It's all there.

What?

We could be at
the airport in an hour. - Faster if I put my foot down.

You'd have to go
back to your apartment and pack.

Say goodbye to your mother.

The last guy got shot.

Yeah, I know.

I hope you know
what you're doing.

Of course I don't.

Hey, boss.

Aurelio.

Oh, damn.

Thank you very much, sir.

Hey. Look at the scar.

Ugh.

You're all over the papers,
you idiot.

This Miletti thing is a mess.

You're never going
to get him back now.

And, of course,
when he turns up dead, you'll get the blame.

How have you been?

Listen, they haven't given you
a suitcase full of cash

from some slush fund,
have they?

God, no. Why?

I wouldn't put it past them.

Ten years back, a pal of mine
was forced into making a secret payoff.

It all went well,
but as soon as the guy was released,

of course
everyone knew exactly what had happened.

Really?

My pal denied it, of course,
but no one believed him.

In the end, the guys upstairs
cut him loose.

Career over.

And he was only your age, too.

Oh, Tania!

Come and see the scar!

How are you?

Good to see you.

I'm sorry, I didn't know
Detective Zen was going to be here.

- I'll come back another time.
- That's all right, I was going anyway.

No, sit, sit, sit!

Well, if you're sure...

Let me take...

So, have you travelled far?

No,
I recently moved apartment.

Oh.

That's, um... something.

So, how long
have you two been at it, then?

Well, you
certainly kept that quiet.

Does anyone else know?

It's complicated,
with my divorce.

There's a new directive
against relationships in the workplace.

I bet.

I suppose you
heard I'm finished?

We are very sorry.

Shot like an old horse.
Bastards!

I told them,
"I want to come back, I'm going to be fine.

"Talk to the doctors,
they'll tell you." But you know how it is.

Politics.

And then they gave it to that
bastard Hueber.

You got anything on him?

No one has anything on Hueber.

Damn. Stupid, rotten job.

I'm going to miss it, though.

Once again, I see
you're all over the front pages.

Drawing attention to yourself.

Attempting to
promote your career.

You should have prevented
the Pirotta woman from speaking to the press.

You're a bungler.

If it was up to me, I'd have
you removed instantly from this assignment.

Fortunately,
this shambles will soon be over.

And then others
can take on the task of bringing the Milettis

and the kidnappers to justice.

The Milettis?

Nobody is above the law.

Naturally,
they'll all face charges.

Naturally.

So,
have you anything to report?

Well, to my mind, the most interesting
thing about all this

is the murder of the lawyer.

Interesting?
Who cares what you find interesting?

Your job is to be effective.
What is your plan of action?

My... My plan of action. Um...

Oh,
well, I thought I'd wander on down to see Cinzia Miletti,

see if the kidnappers call
and then, um, take it from there, really.

"Take it from there"?
What's that supposed to mean?

I demand that you inform me
of your intentions!

I kind of prefer to keep it on
a need-to-know basis, if you don't mind.

"Need-to-know"?
I am your superior officer.

I need to know!

Oh, no... Okay.

Okay. Well, um...

What you need to know is that

you can't have me taken off
this case even if you want to.

So there.

I know you think
you have friends in high places, Zen.

But believe me,

when Miletti turns up dead,

then it will all be over.

And do you know
what will happen then? Do you?

Sorry,
I'll call you back.

That it?

Don't do this.

Listen, I really
appreciate your help, you know?

Let me come with you.
I'll bring my guys, we'll do it right.

No.

I don't want
the place crawling with private detectives. Okay?

Can we just do what we agreed?

You don't have to do this.

Not for an old
man you've never met who owes you nothing,

for a bunch of
politicians and their election fund.

It's my job.

Is that what you want me to
tell your mother when she asks me why you're dead?

Where is she now?

She's making
lunch for the kids.

Mamma?

Aurelio,
I haven't seen you for days. - Well...

You look very grave.

Do I?

You and your
friend spend nearly every night together now.

It must be serious.

You make it
sound like a tumour.

Trust me,
there are many similarities.

Um...

Mamma,

I came by 'cause...

I just wanted
to say thank you,

for, um...

everything.

And I wanted to tell you
that I love you.

- What's going on, Aurelio?
- Nothing. Nothing.

I just wanted you to know.

I'm off to work.

Vincenzo.

How are they?

As you'd expect.
Pretty tense, pretty low.

Trust me, they're not used
to feeling helpless.

Any chance to speak
to the witnesses yet?

The snatch was brilliant.

Perfectly planned,
nobody hurt, over in seconds.

The chauffer's ex-army,
he said it was like a military operation.

The spot was
obviously well-chosen and completely clean.

Same story of
the meet where they hit the lawyer.

These people are pros.

Yeah, they are, aren't they?
So why kill a lawyer?

That's not very professional,
is it?

Maybe he panicked.
Sudden move, everyone's tense.

Ah, but you'd shoot him once
and put him down,

you wouldn't shoot him twice.
It's like they wanted to kill him.

Makes you wonder
what was in that suitcase.

That's another thing,
why come back for another five million?

That's a bit messy, isn't it?
It's also twice the risk.

The whole thing stinks.

Which is all the more reason
to drop it on Hueber.

Yeah, don't worry about that,

I've got something planned
for later that's almost bound to go wrong.

Really? What?

I feel
the less you know about it the better, really.

Why don't you go home
and get some sleep or something?

Thanks, Aurelio.

I have something to tell you.

Now, it's been cleared at
the very highest level

and it's
important it doesn't go anywhere beyond here.

Your father's life
may depend on it. And mine, too.

You can trust us, Detective.

Thank you, I know I can.

Now, when the kidnappers
call today with their instructions for the drop-off

I want you to tell them
that a policeman will be coming.

He won't be armed,
he'll be alone

and he'll have the money.

They'll never believe that.

Why not?

But you're a policeman.
You can't pay off criminals.

Don't be so naive, Cinzia.

It is real?

Yes, it is.

Your father has
very powerful friends and they want him back alive,

no matter what the law
may say, and I want you to tell the kidnapper that.

I'm hoping they believe you.

- And what if they don't?
- They will.

I know they will.

Thank you, Detective.

You don't know
what this means to us. - Don't thank me yet.

Is there
something bothering you? You look worried.

Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm worried.

Because this whole
thing is a nightmare,

and it's in the hands of some
middle-aged journeyman detective

with no
experience in kidnapping. Excuse me.

I apologise for my husband.

She's used to that.
Don't worry.

- Hey, babe.
- Hey, uh...

- Have you seen my makeup case?
- No, I haven't.

So what do we do now,
Detective?

We wait for them to call.

Excuse me.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I'm sorry to call.

I was just...

- You know, I...
- No, it's fine. I'm still waiting.

Call me when you're safe.

I will. Don't worry.

I love you.

Hello?

I love you, too.

Hey, Giorgio.

I got a call from Moscati.

He put 25 euros on Zen.

What?

You know.

To be the first
guy in the building to sleep with Tania Moretti.

So what? It's a pathetic sum.

Not at a hundred
to one, it's not.

The guy's just had a bypass,
he probably doesn't know what day it is.

Yeah, but he was her boss.

You know,
maybe he knows something.

And you're Zen's friend...
As much as anyone is.

So I was just wondering
if you'd heard anything?

Go away.

Detective.

I, um...

I wanted to
ask you something. - Sure.

I wanted to ask you
if I could take the ransom.

I would be very grateful.

It should have been me
the last time, I...

I feel it's my responsibility.

And he is my father.

All right, can I be frank?

Of course.

If something were to go wrong,

I have a feeling my superiors
would very much prefer it if it was me

that got killed
and not the head of the Miletti family.

I'm sure you're right.

If only they knew.

I'm such a waste of space!

You know,
I have never had a job.

Is it nice?

Um...

I don't know,
uh, yeah, sometimes.

I think it must be.

- Is your father still alive?
- My father? No.

No,
he was shot when I was a kid. He was a cop, too.

I'm sorry.

- How old were you?
- Seven.

- Do you remember him at all?
- Yeah, of course I do.

He was my dad, you know.

So you never had the chance
to say goodbye to him, either?

I would have liked to

talk to my father.

You know, just talk.

Tell him things.

Even for a moment.
Just the two of us.

He's not dead yet.

Detective.

If he tries anything, we'll shoot him.

And Miletti.

Okay.

I thought the idea was
to end Hueber's career.

You know, Aurelio,
I will never understand you.

Come on.

Ah, Zen.
Sorry to keep you.

You're sure you
don't want a lawyer? I think you'll need one.

You know...

Someone went to
a lot of trouble to tip off the police.

I'd kind of like
to know who it was.

Well, you'll certainly have
plenty of time to look into that.

In an unofficial capacity,
of course, when you get out of prison.

With your excellent record
of self-promotion,

it shouldn't be more than
three, four years?

Aren't you at all curious
to know who wanted to stop me paying the ransom?

Would you mind unlocking it?

Ah, my dear Colonna.

Just in time.

We're about to see
what 5 million euros looks like.

A pity, of course,
that the Minister had to be embarrassed like this.

But if you recall,

my recommendation
to assign someone better was overruled.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

I won't.

What is this?

Oh, this? Just
a selection of newspapers from the bar across the way.

It's a nice little place.
You should try it.

They do a very good Negroni.

Be serious.
Where would someone like me get 5 million euros?

Precisely. It's ridiculous.

Explain yourself.

That won't be necessary,
Chief Hueber.

Detective Zen enjoys
the full confidence of the Ministry.

From now on,
he has complete autonomy over the Miletti case.

And he will handle
it as he sees fit.

Okay if I...

You incompetent arse.

- Aurelio?
- Yeah?

- Where's the money?
- Don't worry.

I'm glad to see you safe.

Listen, I have to go.
I'm in court this afternoon with Luca,

but I'll see you tonight,
I hope? - Yeah.

How the hell did you get
out of that one?

It's a long story.
Look, someone called the police on me yesterday.

I'd kind of like to know
where the call came from.

Absolutely. Uh, Aurelio.

I think Tania Moretti
might be interested in you.

Why? What have you heard?

Well, Moscati's put
some money on you,

with Romizi.

Sleeping with her.

- Yesterday.
- Right.

And obviously,
he used to be her boss. - Hmm.

So I thought he
might know something.

No.

No, he's going senile.

Zen.

If you screw up again, we will kill him.

- Um...
- So what happened?

Well, between you and me,
I think someone wants Miletti dead

and they're hoping
you're going to do it for them.

I assume you're
not that stupid. - I'm not stupid at all.

So,
why'd you kill the lawyer? - We didn't.

He was followed to
the RV on the bike.

The guy that shot
him took the money.

What'd the guy on the bike
look like?

I think
that's your problem.

You still got the money?

Yeah.

Where'd you get it?

Slush fund in used notes.
What do you care?

I care if it's real.

Well, listen,
the people that matter, they want Miletti back alive.

They don't care
about the money, they don't care about the law,

and they certainly
don't care about me.

- That's hard to believe.
- Yeah, isn't it?

Why should I trust you?

I don't know.
Can't think of a good reason.

I suppose you can't, either.

2:30, Gatti del Poppi.

Thanks.

You got away with it once.
Next time you're not gonna be so lucky.

Just give me the money,
will you?

If there's anything you need,

call someone else.

Good afternoon.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Detective.

You're early.

Want me to come back?

No, that's all right.

The people who took Miletti
are not connected

in Rome,
Naples, Milan, Sardinia.

Nor are they mafia, Camorra,
or anything else.

And believe me,
the Arcutis asked.

- Who are they, then?
- That's what I'm telling you.

Nobody knows.

They must be foreigners.

No,
they're definitely Italian.

In that case,
they're not criminals.

Not... criminals.

Not proper ones, anyway.

Thanks, Angelo.
You've been very helpful.

Yeah?

The anonymous
tip-off yesterday.

It came from one
of the landlines at the Miletti house.

Thanks.

Detective, this is outrageous.

We should be kept properly
informed of all developments in the case.

- Yes, I'm sorry.
- You're sorry?

I doubted your competence
from the start.

No, you're right.
You deserve to know the truth.

Well, I'm now at
liberty to inform you

that top secret negotiations
between the kidnappers and the government

at the very highest level
have just been successfully concluded.

Your father will
be released tonight.

What?

- He's alive?
- Yes.

That's fantastic.

So the ransom was paid?

There was no ransom.

This was never
really about money. That was just a smokescreen.

For what?

Do you mind?
I can't really tell you.

But the money you showed us?

Oh, that was all fake. Naturally.

I'm a serving police officer.

I can't be caught paying off
murderous criminals.

My career would be over.

But you were arrested!

Well, let's just say
it appeared that way.

I can't really go into it.
I'm sure you'll understand.

What I can tell you is this.

Once your father
is safely home,

the kidnappers will be
brought to justice

for the murder of
Francesco Pirotta.

I promise you.

- You want to talk about it?
- No.

Luca is a nightmare.

And his lawyer is a bitch.

The judge is an idiot!

Everything is a problem,
everything is an argument.

Now he wants the other flat
which he hates even more than I do!

I'm sorry.

I know it's hard
for you being with me.

The truth is I
met you too soon.

My life is a mess
and I am a mess.

I should have kept my big
mouth shut in that restaurant and left you alone.

I'm glad you didn't

I booked us a table tonight
at your new favourite restaurant.

The one with
white truffle penne?

Trust me.
It's better than sex!

No, look, when I said
"better than sex",

I obviously
meant sex in general. - Oh.

In other words,
the sex that other people have.

- Ah, okay.
- Not, obviously, the sex that we have.

- Mmm-hmm.
- Which is, obviously, much...

much better than
a plate of pasta.

- How was your day?
- Fine, thanks.

What about the kidnapping?

I'm expecting
a call any minute now to tell me he's been released.

- Really?
- Well, you know.

Hoping, hoping.

You're a genius.

Well, let's not speak too soon
but thank you very much.

Did you hear about Moscati
putting a bet on us?

I
couldn't believe it. - What a cheeky bastard!

It's outrageous.

Public servant abusing
a position of trust

just to get
a little extra cash for himself.

Unheard of.

We should get
something on ourselves.

First thing tomorrow.

Here?

- Should be possible.
- But think of the code of conduct.

I know, it's shocking.

Get off.

Luca.

Luca?

Luca, no.

Please.

Put the gun down.

Luca.

No.

No!

Jesus!

Tania?

Tania,
I just spoke to the hospital.

Your husband's still alive.

What?
There was blood everywhere.

Yeah, but the bullet passed
through the skull at an angle

without doing too much damage.

I don't know what
the prognosis is but they're operating.

Thank you.

Uh, there's
something else, Aurelio.

We just had a call.

Um, Ruggiero
Miletti's been found.

He's dead.

Beaten to death
with something heavy.

Massive cranial trauma.

I don't understand.

I'm sorry, Aurelio.

Okay.

My phone.

Where's my phone?

I left it in my car.

- I left my phone in my car.
- I'll get it.

It's all right.

Aurelio.

Yeah?

Zen. Close the door.

Have you seen the papers?

All of them lead
with the murder of Ruggiero Miletti.

Others have a photograph
of you and my secretary at a crime scene

after your sordid liaison
ended in an orgy of violence.

You have failed the Milettis,

you have failed the Minister,

and you have
shamed the department.

You are suspended
until further notice.

When you eventually return,

it will be at a much more
suitable level.

I've worked something out
about the kidnappers.

Close the door as you leave.

Listen, I think I
worked something out about the kidnappers.

I think they're ex-military.

We know that they are
not known to any criminals.

We know that one of them
referred to the drop-off as the RV.

That's military slang.

Soldiers?

There's more.
We know from their accents

that they come from
somewhere around here.

It's gets better.

The Alpine regiments,
they only ever recruit from their own areas.

That means we can
specifically pin it down

to one brigade.

So all we have to do,
if we get the army list for that brigade,

find out who left in
the last 12 months, then the men we're looking for

will be on that
list somewhere. I guarantee it.

Hueber wants us
looking at known kidnappers.

- Vincenzo Fabri.
-Vincenzo.

Oh, hey, baby.
Yeah, yeah, I know, I know.

I know, it's not going to be
for too much longer, I promise.

Listen.

About the sweepstake.

Although technically speaking
the prize was payable

to the first person to...

uh,
copulate with Tania Moretti,

technically speaking,

it was only open to people
in the building,

and the thing is,
you're not in the building any more.

Technically speaking.

So, Miletti's dead and my
money's gone. Is that a fair summary of our situation?

Do tell me you have a plan.

Goodbye, Detective.

Mrs Pirotta.

Detective.

Thanks for coming.

I hear they
killed Miletti as well. Wish I could say I was sorry.

I think that's probably
why they're not here.

I told them not to come.
I said they wouldn't be welcome.

I hope you don't mind,
but I'd very much like to speak to you again.

I have some
questions about Francesco and his work I'd like to ask.

I read in the papers
that you had been suspended.

Uh, yes.

Temporarily.

Well,
if you think it's necessary. Excuse me.

I just wanted to say...

I haven't given up.

I won't give up until
I've found the people that killed your husband.

Thank you.

- Hello?
- We left him alive.

Ruggiero Miletti,
he was absolutely fine.

Really?

For kidnapping,
we were risking five years.

For murder, it's life!

Someone is using us
and they've been using us all along.

You were supposed to call me
when you were about to release him.

We did.

But it just kept ringing.

Oh. Oh, yeah.

So,
then we called the family. - What? Who'd you speak to?

What do you want?

Well, I came to
offer my condolences to your family

and to
apologise for my failure to save your father.

Trust me,
I feel it very deeply.

I think you should go now.

But then I found
out the kidnappers called here last night

and told you
where your father was.

After which,
about an hour later, he was beaten to death.

That's not true.

Well, yes, they called me
to say he was dead.

They said that they killed him
and they told us where to find his body.

You see, the thing is,
I don't think you're physically strong enough

to have killed
your father like that.

- I told you, they killed him.
- Cinzia.

- Stop it now. It's over.
- Don't touch me!

Silvio insisted on going
to pick his father up.

He wanted to be
the one who rescued him.

It was his big moment.
Some kind of reconciliation with him.

But he can't drive.

So, Cinzia had to take him.

It wasn't his fault.

Daddy just
started shouting at him.

He said that he messed up
all the negotiations.

He said he was a failure.

He shouldn't have said that.

Poor Silvio.

It wasn't fair.

Help!

Help! Please help!

Baby.

Step away, please.

I found him like this.
He took all these pills.

Yeah, he's alive.
Can you help, please?

Can I have an ambulance?

No, no, no! Family only.

Hey! Bitch!

Bitch, come back.
Bitch! Bitch!

I suppose it's my duty
to testify against him.

It's the right thing to do.

This was a long time coming.

Ruggiero just
didn't like his own son.

Oh, he gave him lots of money,
but never any...

respect.

Never any time.

Never any love.

It's very sad.

Must be.

You know, my father,

he worked in a slaughterhouse.
I served in the army.

I started off
in the shipping department.

I put myself
through night school.

I clawed my way
from the very bottom, step by step.

So do you really think
I should feel sorry for Silvio?

He couldn't even kill himself.

Bravo, Zen.

And what a comeback
after last night's flop.

I must admit,
I'd quite written you off.

Well, the lawyer's
still dead, isn't he?

Oh, for God's sake, cheer up.

I can't wait for the trial.

The scandal.

It'll be the social
event of the year.

I owe you, Detective.

Well, in that case,
I'll take it now.

Luca La Guardia.

If he survives, sure.
You want life?

No.

On the contrary,

I expect the prosecutor's
office to take the most lenient possible view.

Oh, wake up, Zen.
He's going to have to do some time.

Yeah, sure.
Just not very long.

Crime of passion,
diminished responsibility,

you know that sort of thing
you normally cook up.

And in return,
I want you to get him

to grant his wife's divorce
without delay

and to drop any claim
he has on her property.

That's a big favour.

I think I need something else
to sweeten the deal.

Chief Hueber's head.

On a plate.

You're bluffing.

How?

Hi.

I was going to call you.

I'm going home for a few days.

Maybe longer.

There's a flight this evening.

Zen, I need to be alone.

I need to think about my life.

For a long time,
I hid behind my marriage.

I used to tell myself that
Luca was holding me back.

But now I wonder
if it wasn't me.

Okay.

Don't worry.

I meant what I
said on the phone.

Me, too.

Take care.

Knew I'd find you here.

Feeling sorry for yourself?

No, I'm not
feeling sorry for myself.

Everything's peachy.

Right.

Right,
so why don't you come over

and I'll make that Venetian
risotto you love with the vile fish?

- Cobia?
- Mmm.

No one else eats it.

- Yeah, all right.
- Come on!

But first I want to go over
and see the widow of that lawyer that got shot.

You're suspended.

No, well, that's okay,
it'd be unofficial.

But there's
something funny going on.

I think it's something to do
with his work.

Don't worry,
it's only round the corner.

I'll come round later.

Great. Great.

No one will touch it,
not even the dog.

Wait.

Very good.

I mean, that's...
That's really quite brilliant, actually.

In one go, you get rid of
an inconvenient husband

and you get five million
off the Milettis.

Even better than that,

you get
the grieving little widow to give you an alibi.

You stay where you are.

I'm surprised it didn't
occur to me sooner.

But then again, I am just
a middle-aged journeyman...

Quick.

Kill him!

What?

Well, you killed Francesco,
what's the difference?

Oh, you pussy!

If you haven't got
the balls to do it, then I have!

Get the car.

Go! Go! Now!

Carlo Fagioli and
the widow Pirotta, who would've thought it?

You know they both belonged
to the tennis club?

I feel I should
congratulate you on your latest coup,

but one has become so jaded
by your recent wizardry

that
near-brilliance seems humdrum. - Thank you very much.

And you never got
any of the money back.

No, I never did.
But you've come out of it all right.

The Minister made a principal
stand against the evils of kidnapping,

even though it cost him
a staunch political ally

and a close personal friend.

Well,
there is that, of course.

And now the family's assets
are presumably being unfrozen,

there's no reason
why Cinzia can't continue the family tradition

of generous
political donations.

Yes, I suppose she does
appreciate the value of the work we do in government,

lonely and thankless as it is.

Knowing you,
Detective, I can see you

working out
the potential value of this latest service.

- Come now.
- Oh, yes.

You're wondering just exactly
how politically expedient

Chief Hueber's
appointment really is.

Well, seeing as you
mention it, I do feel sorry for Leo Moscati.

Unfortunately,
he was expendable, Hueber is not.

- Really?
- Sad, of course, but there it is.

In this case,

you will find 5,000,000 euros,
in used and untraceable notes

of varying denominations.

I'm sure I don't
need to spell it out.

Nevertheless, Amedeo,

I'd be grateful if you did.

I see.

Sad,
of course, but there it is.

Your reputation, your career
will be gone in the blink of an eye.

My career's already gone.

You see, Amedeo,

I no longer have
anything to lose.

Merciful heavens!

Goodbye, Chief Hueber.

Oh, by the way,
we shagged on your desk.

Sylvia, can you send in
Detectives Fabri, Romizi, De Angelis, please?

Well, I'm sure I speak
for all of us, boss,

in congratulating you on
your richly deserved promotion.

Leo Moscati's back
in a couple of months but in the meantime,

I want the names, ranks,
and service records

of anyone who left
the Targento Brigade

of the Alpine Army Corps
in the last 12 months.

Need that on my
desk in an hour.

- Yes, boss.
- Thanks.

Oh, and Romizi?

Technically speaking,
you owe me some money, don't you?

I had to pay
that skunk Moscati two and a half grand.

Close the door
on your way out, would you?

Chief Zen.