All language subtitles for A Tutte le auto della Polizia1975 Vostf Antonio Sabàto Enrico Maria Salerno Luciana Paluzzi Thriller_2

Calling All Police Cars...

This shouldn't be so bad.
Now a shot from the front. Head down.

Look at me...
not at the camera.

Smile, love, smile.

Let's try from this side.

Look forward...
hold it.

Smile.
Don't you know how to smile?

That's enough.
I want to take a swim.

The water's cold!

- It's freezing!
- You'll catch a cold.

I'm still going in.

Her father thinks It's amusing, but when she
catches the flu, I have to take care of her.

Come on!

Let me help you.
Cold, eh? - No.

Dry yourself well.

Come on. That's enough.

- Get us something to drink.
- We have a maid, clear!

- That's what I meant.
- I'll take care of it, dad.

Thank you.

Your husband is very close
to your daughter, eh?

- Would you like a drink?
- Thank you. A Schweppes, please.

- And you, sir?
- Anything non-alcoholic, thanks.

- Tell me the truth. Wasn't the water cold?
- Not at all.

- And you… the usual?
- Yes, thanks.

- Don't you want anything, Franz?
- A... gin-and-tonic. - OK.

- And you, Doctor? A soft drink?
- Yes, thank you.

It's time for bed, Fiorella.
It's late.

- Walt until the record's finished.
- What? It's late.

What a pain in the butt!

- Good night.
- Please don't go!

- You must go to sleep.
- I'm not sleepy. I get scared at night.

- Scared of what?
- Lots of things. Please turn my night light on.

Very well.

Now sleep. When your father gets home,
I'll come back and turn it off.

- Bye.
- Good night.

- Hi! Fiorella!
- Hi!

Adriana!

- I need a favor.
- I bet you want my homework!

Honestly, I wasn't able to get my
math’s homework finished.

You think you're the only busy
girl around? I'm busy tool

You're such a drag!

So you gave her your homework!
And now she's your best friend?

What do you care?
We're friends… so what?

She's only interested in you
for your homework!

Carla is a real friend:
she's not like you.

Remember: my parents think
I'm studying at your house tonight.

Tonight? I'm busy.
What if they phone?

Don't worry about it.
They never phone.

Okay, I don't mind. I'll do it for you.
But where are you really going?

If you really were my friend,
you wouldn't ask me that.

Besides, I don't discuss my private life.
Have I ever asked you about yours?

Antonietta, I'm going out.
I don't know when I'll be back.

Make sure Fiorella eats, and
that she doesn't go to bed late.

- See you! - Where are you going?
- To study.

If something happens, where
can I find you?

Adriana's.
Are you going to play bridge?

- No, it’s something serious.
- Ah, then its poker!

- The car keys...
- Going without a bag?

- I don't feel like carrying one.
- And the books?

What good are books anyway?!

- Good evening, Professor.
- Fiorella isn't back yet?

No. She told the madam that
she was going to study at a friend's.

And who was the friend?

Adriana,
I think. She told the madam.

- Is the madam here?
- No, she hasn't returned yet.

- OK.
- Shall I serve supper?

What? I'm not happy that my daughter
isn't back home at this hour!

- No, just get me some whiskey.
- Very well.

- What was the friend's name again?
- Adriana.

Adriana? Probably Formenti's girl.

Here it is.

- It's almost ten!
- Formenti residence. Who's speaking?

Good evening. It's Icardi…
is Fiorella still there?

- Fiorella Isn't here.
- What do you mean?

We haven't seen her today.
We rarely see her these days.

She said that she was studying with
Adriana, and she isn't home yet.

Do you want to speak to Adriana?
Perhaps she...

- Yes, thank you.
- Good evening, Professor.

Adriana, do you know where
Fiorella has gone to study?

- No, I don't know anything.
- Very well. Thank you. Bye.

- Here's your whiskey, Professor.
- She's not there.

- She isn’t there?
- She never went!

But... maybe I heard wrong.
She was talking to the madam.

The madam...
Give me that!

Here she is, the madam!

Emilia! All I ask is for you to take
care of our daughter...

and you go out playing cards!

- Why? Where is she?
- That's what I'd like to know!

- She went to Adriana's.
- I called. She never went.

Carla... nobody there.
Mirella... no, not her.

Where can she be?
Where can she be?

If she was at one of her friend's,
She would've called by this hour.

- What could've happened to her?
- I don't know, I don't know!

You say she left without her purse?
No documents, nothing...?

- No, she left without her purse.
- No purse... this is terrible!

What can we do? Should we call
the hospitals? The Red Cross?

I'll call Mordini.

- What is It? 328... what is It?
- Yes...

Don't cry!

- Hello?
- I want Congressman Mordini.

He's not here... I don't know.

This is Professor Icardi…
Try to find him immediately.

I'll be expecting his call.
Yes, yes, I'm at home.

- Sorry, what was your name?
- Icardi. Professor Icardi.

- Find him quickly.
- Maybe tomorrow morning.

No, no, it's important.

I'm Marshall Attardi, of the mobile squad.
I was told to contact you.

Yes, one moment. Chief, he'll
only speak to you.

Yes, Dr. Carraro, Chief
of Police. Talk to me.

Professor, first you've got to give
me some information...

The name of the girl,
age, hair and eye color...

Who is that arsehole?

It must be somebody Important.
The Chief is giving him his full attention.

Very well, Professor.
I'll call you. Goodbye.

Start with the normal searches:
hospitals, hangouts and so forth.

If you find anything,
call me at any hour.

Half two...

Why are you wearing that damn hat?
Take it off!

Like usual,
you blame me for everything.

- Coffee, madam?
- No... yes, okay. Thanks.

- Pour me some too.
- OK, Professor.

Doing nothing drives me crazy.

What are the police doing?

Nothing new, Professor.
We would have called you.

Of course, Professor.
Good night.

Excuse me, Chief, but Icardi called again.
You know, Congressman Mordini': friend.

Yes... no news from the street units,
the hospitals... nothing.

Okay, I'll alert the squad cars to be
on the lookout. Goodnight.

If this happened to a girl from
my neighborhood...

they would have lust sent two detectives,
and case closed!

But Instead this Professor Dickhead
tells a congressman...

and the whole force is out looking
for this runaway.

But, she's just a girl of 16 years of age.
I think it's right.

What do you mean Tight'?
Why 'yes' for her and 'no' for others?

Is your son home alone?

It's nothing new;
the nanny comes at seven.

Poor little boy. I'm sorry, but...

Fine, just shut up.
Don't say anything!

What could have happened
lo my little girl?

Well, Ma'am, we can exclude her from
being the victim of an accident.

But we're still conducting a
city-wide search for her.

- We must start looking at other possibilities.
- What other possibilities?

Two, in particular: a kidnapping, considering
the high profile of Professor Icardi.

Incidentally, have you received any
strange phone calls recently?

No.

There is also a problem with this option...

Your daughter said she went to a friend's.
But that wasn't true.

This means she went elsewhere.

Professor Icardi. Is a professional
who works very hard...

hospitals, clinics... but he's not rich
enough to be a target.

Tell the truth!
I'm sure it's because of the money.

- The clinics, the deals, the Investments...
- Why are you talking?

You don't even care about our daughter!

Excuse me, madam, sir.
There's another possibility.

Perhaps your daughter
left home voluntarily.

Don't make me laugh, detective.
“Left voluntarily”?

It happens every day, in every
type of neighborhood.

Teenagers today are so unpredictable.
They don't know what they want.

What are you trying to say?
Fiorella is only a little girl.

There's a bond of confidence between my
daughter and I. There is dialogue!

I'm just suggesting possibilities.

Do you have a photo of Fiorella,
and could we see her room?

- You go and take a look.
- Madam, would you accompany me, please?

- Thanks.
- What are you showing him?

Excuse me! A picture from
three years ago?

Madam, could you please show us
Fiorella's room?

You're starting off on the wrong
foot, detective.

We must start by going down every
path, until we find the right one.

We can't exclude any possibility.

This is her savings book.

A million and a half...
that's a nice sum!

Well, she deposits her allowance,
plus gifts and suchlike.

For her birthday,
we gave her 100’000 lire.

There haven't been
any recent withdrawals.

The swimsuit that belongs in this
bag isn't here...

these are all different brands.
Do you know anything about this, madam?

No... I've no idea.

When she needs something, she just
goes to the boutique.

- Are these Fiorella's designs?
- Yes, she made them.

But now her drawings have changed.

Here's her latest.

Strange...

Yes.

Madam, excuse me, but can you tell
me how she was dressed today?

She was wearing blue jeans, a shirt,
and a beige sweater.

- Here, is this OK?
- Yes, I'd say it was perfect.

Yes. Make 100 copies
as soon as possible.

- And distribute them to all squad cars.
- Of course. Goodbye.

- Do you have an Idea?
- Sure. Professor Icardi is a son-of-a-bitch,

full of shit, with dirty money hidden away.
I'd like to throw him to the wolves.

- I was talking about the case.
- Yes, true.

The girl left on a moped,
and bikes need petrol, right?

This is Solmi, what's up?

A customer at a petrol station
Recognizes the girl from the photo.

- Near Tuscolana, at 10km.
- Alright, I'm on my way.

- Yes, I already told them.
- I want to double check.

Sometimes, people make mistakes,
and are afraid to change their statements.

I'm sure.

- What color were her eyes?
- I don't know. I don't remember.

Good. It's difficult to remember,
but liars talk anyway.

You've proven you're not a liar.

She arrived pushing the bike.
She'd run out of petrol.

She put her hands in her pockets,
and said “Oh God! I've got no money...

I gave her a liter, and told her
to pay when she returns.

But then
she found 200 lire in her pocket.

Sure. So she wasn't going very far...

Listen:
do you recall seeing her before?

- Yes, I've seen her before.
- Do you know what direction she normally takes?

That way, heading out of Rome.

The Icardi’s live here, near Aurelia.

The girl crossed all of Rome,

and refilled in Tuscolana.

But where was she heading?

At this point, Giovanna's Idea seems
to be most probable, that is...

the girl was wearing her swimming
costume under her clothes.

We found an empty bag,
but no costume.

And where would a girl go with a
swimming costume? To the beach.

She was heading east, not west.

A pool, a private house,
or a bath house?

Why would she wear it under her clothes?
Couldn't she have changed anywhere?

Perhaps she was going to a lake,
or a swimming club up north.

But I think she was heading towards
the lake... God knows!

There are lots of maybes,
and too many variables.

We should consider all the possibilities:
a kidnapping, revenge...

let's not forget,
Icardi is a famous surgeon.

Perhaps one of his
patients ended up dead...

and the family hold him
responsible for the death?

I know it's not a great theory,
but there're lots of obstacles out there.

Why are we excluding the possibility
that the girl just ran away?

Look at the family!

In that case, she would have taken something
with her, and her savings are untouched.

We'll keep working away at It and
check the area near the lake.

What have you got against
Professor Icardi?

If he doesn't co-operate, it's because
you don't seem concerned.

But I've been patient with him!

Anyway,
I don't like that type of people.

I don't know...
perhaps it's because he's a doctor.

When I had my accident,
I waited four hours for a doctor!

While I was waiting,
my wife was dying.

Fine, but don't hold it
against all doctors.

If I'd have got hold of one of them
back then, I would've killed them.

Your attack dogs put on an
impressive show.

They understand every command
with absolute obedience.

Sure; you treat the dogs better
than the officers!

Did you come here just to argue?

No. I need a few good dogs
for a search.

You can use the unit here.
They're the best.

They can find a track at
a kilometer’s distance.

Okay, that's enough. Let them go.

Here, look!

It's like trying to find a
needle in a haystack.

Every Sunday, thousands of
people leave things behind.

- Come on!
- Do you want to leave?

- No, we'll see it through.
- Okay.

Let's walk on the other side.

If Fiorella was meeting up with someone,
she wouldn't want to be seen.

She would've done It In the
quietest area, right?

That's true...
Come in, Sebastian, do you hear me?

Yes, I hear you.

Let's check over this way.

You guys check over there.

Sergeant, over here!

Take them away. You know
what a mess they'll make.

Fernando,
come and have a look at this.

We'll take this to the lab right away.

There's no doubt: it's blood.

The reaction is positive:
it's hashish.

Before being dumped in the water,
she was shot in the neck.

When they told me she wasn't
interested in fellow students,

I knew immediately that a
man was involved.

It's an ugly story. What a bastard…
shooting her in the back!

Killed In cold blood, like a
clog, get it?

First they smoked some hashish,
then he shot her.

- A real execution.
- It's probable.

Search the woods, naturally,
for the gun.

After killing her, the creep
tied her to the moped,

and then dumped her in the water,

tied to It to make her disappear.
We must find this pig!

My little girl!

No, don't go.

Take care of this.
You know what to do.

See if there's anything In her
blood: alcohol, drugs...

Yes, I know. The obvious things.
See if she was violated.

Keep in touch with the lab boys.

We need to find the gun...

if the killer is not a criminal,

then It's possible that the gun will be
registered, and will lead us to him.

Also, take time to search the
woods and lake, okay?

Let's begin.

I see no evidence of drug abuse.

If she took drugs, she didn't
use needles.

She's a little girl! Why would you
think she used drugs?!

They're starting younger and
younger these days!

Death was caused by a gun shot.

The bullet penetrated the cranial area,

entering under the skull,
and is still lodged in her head,

in the lower right side of the brain.

It seems to be a 7-65 caliber.

Can you bag that please, and pass
it on to the lab boys?

For the moment, I want to know
if she was violated.

I told you:
there's no evidence on her body.

I understand. I mean carnal violence.
Was the girl a virgin?

Examination of the uterus demonstrates...
evidence of pregnancy. About three months.

Certainly not a virgin!

- It's not true! My daughter...
- Andrea!

Don't you dare? Don't you dare?
mention my daughter’s name!

- Calm down, remember...
- Remember!

I understand, but the autopsy
proved it conclusively.

- But only up to a point.
- Who was her doctor?

My daughter
has never needed a doctor.

I always took care of her.

We need to know the environment
your daughter lived in.

Names of clubs, pools, schools...

If it helps, my daughter attended
the international school.

And you can't tell us anything else?
Anything that may help, a suspect?

No, nothing.

Maybe your wife will be more helpful.

Leave her alone.
She has nothing to tell you.

- Doctor Marini??
- Yes?

- Listen, I need to talk to Mrs. Icardi…
- You can't.

Why? Is she sick?

Ah, you're a police officer...
then I should say she's feeling better than me.

Excuse me, but If she's fine then
why can't I see her?

Who knows? I don't know.
I don't know, with the information I get!

- Are you offering coffee?
- Of course.

Do you know how much I make?
700’000 lire a month.

And I'm always working.
Luckily for the boss and patients.

Does the clinic belong to the Professor?

Him and his partner Amirato,
another bandit!

They earn millions, and give the
patients the cheapest treatment available.

He's more of a loan profiteer
than a great surgeon!

Do you know
what his scientific methods are?

To be an Intimate friend
of a big politician...

five-term ministers and
influential congressmen.

But now he's paying for it.

More accurately,
his daughter paid for it.

And how do you think she would
have turned out?

She would have never survived
parents like that!

Yeah, listen: will you let me speak
to Mrs. Icardi?

What, so I can get the sack?
Thanks for the coffee.

You're welcome.

Listen, excuse me. Get me a nurse.
I need to take a piss.

- Good day.
- What is it?

Excuse me. I need information.

- Come on In.
- Thank you.

I need an operation and I
wanted to see the place.

Are you blind? It’s disgusting.
There's no room, no sheets, no medicine.

But what about the surgeons…
are they good?

Some say they're good, some say.
They're butchers!

And what about Professor Icardi?
I've seen him talk on TV.

- Oh, he talks good.
- And as a doctor?

He's lust like all the rest:
sometimes good, sometimes bad.

- Can I talk to the Professor?
- He's not here today.

Since the mess with his daughter,
he doesn't come as often.

- What happened?
- Somebody killed her, or she killed herself...

In that family, who knows?

Who's that? - The Professor's
assistant, Professor Giacometti.

- Does he operate too?
- He's always in the operating room.

- Excuse me.
- Listen, excuse me...

my friend had an operation here
on Thursday afternoon.

Was it done
by him or the Professor?

He has something wrong
with his gall bladder?

On Thursday? That would've been Giacometti.
He was here till ten that night.

- Thursday… are you sure?
- Of course I'm sure!

It was one of my kid's birthdays.

When I got home,
there wasn't any cake left!

I was just speaking
to Congressman Mordini.

This business with Icardi.
Is a delicate situation.

We don't want
the press getting involved.

At least,
not with the sordid aspects.

It would only hurt the family further.

Don't you agree, commissioner?

- I'll say as little as possible.
- Listen: use maximum caution.

The journalists must believe that
it was an accident.

The journalists aren't naive.

If they think we're hiding facts,
they'll start digging deeper.

Icardi is well known.

You can imagine the spectacle.

And it would be politically disastrous.

You see, my dear Carraro, we're only
recommending maximum caution,

I know I can count on you.
I wanted to ask you...

Officer Solmi
seems like a good policeman,

- but he's not very discrete.
- I fully support Solmi.

Sure, sure. But...

but we want you to head the
investigation.

Listen, Chief Carraro, this
is a delicate situation.

- It's not a good time to take risks.
- Solmi is an excellent officer.

Sure, but remember: I'm holding
you personally responsible.

- Have I made myself clear?
- Okay, okay.

I never dodge my responsibilities.

It's mine! Good clay,
Mr. Secretary.

- Good day!
- Good day.

I'm from the police... I'm here about
the girl found dead in the lake.

- I didn't see anything.
- You're here every day?

Yes, yes.

Look at this photo. Have you
seen this girl here?

Never seen her before.

Listen, she came on a moped
and went clown that hill there.

She was with a car.
You don't remember anything?

A lot of people drive around here.

- Cigarette?
- Yeah.

- Thanks.
- Try to remember.

That girl was murdered, understand?

I mind my own business,
not other peoples!

Why don’t you try Momma'?
He might know summing.

Who's Momolo? Why might he
know something?

He's always around... here and there.
Go into town and ask for him.

I only know him by sight.

The bill, please.
We'll leave after coffee.

Wait here.

Momolo, a bill for you!

Here.

- You're killing me with everything you eat.
- She was hungry!

Listen: don't go to the same
spot as before. - Why not?

About 100 meters further,
there's another grassy area.

Try it there; it should be better.

More salt!

- Are we safe here?
- Yes, hurry up.

- Enrico Tummoli??
- Yes.

I'm from the police.
Come with me; we need to talk.

Here's a photo of the girl who
was found dead in the lake.

I was told you may have seen her.

- Who told you that?
- Answer me! Did you see her or not?

- I only go to the lake to fish.
- What were you fishing for today?!

I was only there for a moment;
I was looking at the water.

- Let's continue. Did you see her or not?
- Yes. Sometimes she visited the lake.

She'd arrive on a moped,
then she'd meet somebody.

A man? Did you get a good look?
What did he look like?

- Around thirty, or forty.
- Tall, fat, what?

- Average.
- And his car?

The oar? The oar was big, a
light color. Foreign plates.

- Do you remember the type of car?
- I don't know anything about cars.

- Did they come often?
- Every week, more or less.

- Since when?
- Four of five months.

What did they do
when they came here?

They would fuck
like crazy in the car.

Two days ago, when she was killed…
you were watching?

What did you see?

I didn't see anything.
I wasn't there that day.

I may have some other questions;
make sure I can find you.

I can't tell you anymore.
I wasn't there.

He's been convicted
of public indecency...

and has had various charges
of child molestation.

Interesting, this Enrico Tummoli…

He's a peeping tom and a flasher.
The murder is the real crime.

Would It be the first time a
pervert killed someone?

An Individual with his record ls
already a potential murderer.

- The girl was killed with a gun.
- It's not difficult to come by one these days.

Even young kids are robbing
people with guns.

Don't forget the evidence of
the tire tracks.

It's a place where lovers go to make out.
Who knows how many may have been there?

How do you think a girl like her,
from a well-off family, a good student,

could get Involved with someone
like that? He's just a lonely old man.

She could have had
a relationship with some kid.

Tummoli...? Watched, became
Obsessed and attacked her.

No... I'm not convinced;
the girl was pregnant.

I want a search warrant
for Tummoli's house.

He's a suspect and I want to see
if we find a firearm.

If we find the gun,
the case is closed.

Yeah, it would be great for everyone
if he were the killer... excuse me.

- Marshall, there's nothing here.
- Alright, that's enough.

What are you looking for?
At least tell me that much.

If you don't come clean,
this story isn't over.

Let's go.

What are you doing here?
This is my house. Get out!

Here's the report on the 7-65.

The bullet tells us nothing
if we can't find the gun.

Let's move on to the tire tracks.

They're Michelin tires, but considering
that it's a public place...

as proof
it's worthless in a murder case.

Though, from the tracks it's clear
that it was a big car.

Now we move on to something
more concrete...

this could assist the case,
or maybe not.

On a tree trunk, we found
this thread of fabric.

It seems to be from a
beige color jumper.

The microscopic examination
revealed some particles.

We identified them as chalk,
or plaster.

- What does that mean?
- I don't know.

Of course,
it could belong to someone else.

But the chalk reminds me of a
blackboard in a school.

So it could belong to the girl?

No, absolutely not.
They don't match the girl's clothes.

Nothing else of interest?

We found a key, a biro
beside the hashish.

You didn't know anything about
Fiorella's relationships?

No. Until last year we were close
friends, then Fiorella...

So we can presume it wasn't
someone from the school?

Certainly.

What about a teacher, a coach,
or an administrator?

- Why are you laughing?
- She wasn't a lesbian. All the teachers are women!

- All of them?
- Yes.

There are no men in the school,
not even in the office?

No. He's the only man here.

Excuse me, my ride is
waiting for me.

I still have a few more questions.

I didn't even know her.
Ask her… it'd be better. Bye!

Alright. Think It over and If anything
comes to mind, call me.

Stop! Stop!

Keep her in sight, but keep
your distance.

- 39 calling station, 39 calling station.
- Yes, speak.

Can you put me in contact
with detective Solmi?

Yes? This is Solmi.

Fernando, I'm talling a white
Mercedes, 4145XF.

Very interesting, but what do you
want me to do about it?!

I was In front of the school, when this
car passed without stopping.

It stopped a block away.
A girl called...

Carla from Fiorella's class lumped
in and took off in it.

Give me your position every
five minutes.

I'll switch
with you as soon as I can.

Good, over.

- Cigarette?
- Thanks.

Remember I told you I couldn't
come today?

You come when I tell you, got it?

Unit 14 continues to trail the
Mercedes at 125th.

Alright, over.

Private road
Access forbidden

They entered a villa.
What should we do?

Don’t Let them out of sight,
but stay hidden.

Alright, received.

I want you to film what's
going on inside.

These are young girls!

Get used to It. certain people
have unusual tastes.

- Here, stop.
- That's the girl from the school.

- That's the same girl as on the film.
- Yes, of course.

Attardi, get moving.

I don't care about my parents.

But if they find out, they'll
send me to boarding school.

We'll try to keep your name out
of this dirty story.

But you must co-operate. Look at these
photos... recognize anybody?

This one. I saw him inside.

- But... are you sure?
- I have a good memory.

But don't you know who this is?

I don't know. Franz told me to meet
him the other afternoon.

The madam told me to behave for...

a very Important client, and that he
would give me an extraordinary gift.

So I went, and she took me
to Franz's office.

- Good day.
- Hello.

- You're cute. Would you like a drink?
- No, thanks.

- Can I play a record?
- Sure, go ahead.

Can you explain why you do it?
You don't seem forced into it!

- At first, no.
- Then why?

For me it's all the same.
Why not get paid for it?

But you don't need the money.
You're not poor.

- A little money is always good, right?
- Did Fiorella frequent that house?

You know very well who I'm talking about:
Icardi, your classmate.

No, I can swear Fiorella never
went to that villa.

- She wasn't in the prostitution ring?
- I never saw her at the villa.

However, I did see her at
our gynecologists.

Ah... and why did you go there?

I've never had any trouble, but one time one
of the girls had to have an abortion.

Afterwards, they sent us all for IUD's.

- Who sent you there? Franz?
- Yes, Franz.

- What was Fiorella doing there?
- I wouldn't know.

We're leaving now. Give us the name
And address of the gynecologist.

- And make sure you don't tell anyone about It.
- All right.

Hey, get out of here! You can't come in.
This is private property.

Calm down. Let's see some ID.

Cuff him.

- Are there any other exits?
- No, but there's a guard on the other side.

Hurry… surround the house.
You can come with me.

Let go of me! You're hurting me.
I haven't done anything.

Open up,
or we'll break down the door.

What do you want? What right do
you have? Where is your warrant?

- Okay, take her away.
- Son-of-a-bitch!

Down there!

The gun.

Come on, get dressed.

What sluts! Let's go.

Quick! Hun-y up!

We were just talking, really.

Just talking, half naked?
Get dressed, you clown. Move!

Idiot!

- You're Franz Pagano?
- Yes, detective.

But I won't say anything else, naturally.
I want to see my lawyer.

- Nobody has ever treated me like this!
- There's always a first time for everything.

Check those numbers.
You'll be surprised.

“Big money"…

Usually,
the police are more understanding.

A minor...
you'll get at least 10 years.

For the love of God! That's Gluseocina
Strombelli, 21 years old.

She is the youngest for our clients.
Here, have a cigarette.

I have proof that there are
minors in this place.

Detective... look at this.

Open it up. You have no choice...

or I'll do it myself, with a blowtorch.

Very well. Here you go, detective.
You do it.

Baking soda.

A 7-65.

Sometimes Fernando is so insubordinate
We've been waiting for a century!

- The traffic...
- The traffic is bad for everybody!

But we're still here on time!
Why should we wait on him?

Let's start.
Give me those damn files.

Let's start with Enrico Tummoli...?
the famous witness.

He could be something else,
this psychopath.

We've had him
under strict surveillance.

These are the frequent guests
at Icardi's house.

Now, if Tummoli's testimony is accurate...

we're looking for a man who's between
thirty and forty years of age,

medium size... it's all so vague.

Perhaps like this Giacometti.

He's the son of a Swiss consul.
Married to Ammirato's daughter.

He has shared business Interests with
his father-in-law and Icardi,

and he's also his assistant.

But he's also involved
in money trafficking.

Save that for the scandal sheets.
We're interested in the murder.

Thursday the 14th, the day of the
murder, he was in the clinic.

He operated until ten that evening.

Then there's this one, some kind of playboy
who frequented the house. Franz...

We were just talking about you.
You're late!

I know, you've been waiting a century!
But I haven't just been holding my dick.

Anyway, we were talking about
a specific individual,

Sure, Franz Hekker.
I arrested him this morning.

Franz Hekker, alias Francesco Pagano.
Born in Amsterdam, the 24th June 1936.

Father Italian, Vittorio Pagano,
mother Heater Hekker.

Arrested three years ago
for drug trafficking.

Interesting.

Arrested In '71 on prostitution
related charges,

case dropped
due to lack of evidence.

I vaguely remember.
There was a minor involved.

But the family withdrew the charges.
I think they were paid off.

He's a bastard who hunts kids for
rich men with big wallets.

I think Congressman Mordini
is involved in this mess.

And you're surprised?

I don't know
how to thank you, Carraro,

for the way you're handling
this delicate case.

I've already spoken to the magistrate,
and he suggests...

that the address book should disappear.

A scandal with the politicians will
only hinder the investigation.

I'm convinced you've already
captured the killer.

Franz Pagano is a man capable of
blackmailing influential people,

until now he's been quiet.
I'd be afraid of...

No, don't worry. This Individual isn't
going to blackmail anyone.

If you can prove his guilt...

It would be the best result
for your career.

- Also, something else.
- What is it?

I want your associate Mordini
dismissed from office.

Mordini is an excellent official.

You shouldn't disregard his record
for a slight indiscretion.

I appreciate discretions, but you
should have told me about it.

My collaborators shouldn't hide
things from me.

Secondly, those men were
fucking minors in that villa.

These were little girls.
Even you would...

call this beyond an indiscretion.
Isn't that right, Mr. Secretary?

Agreed.
I'll arrange a transfer out of Rome.

- Is that alright?
- Thank you.

I've told you: I don't know!
I didn't get a good look at him.

It could be one of these, or
maybe not... I don't know.

Take a good look. Did any of
these men come to the lake?

I've told you; I don't recognize any
of them. I saw him from a distance.

Are you sure?

I've told you everything I know.

Maybe you're the one who did it?

You killed her after spying on her
all the time, you filthy maniac!

- It's not true! I did nothing.
- You listen good...

If you don't tell me everything you know,
I'll throw you in prison.

Now then, let's start again.
What kind of car was it?

A Mercedes. At least it looked like one.
White, with a dark interior.

The man, the killer, are you sure
you can't recognize him?

I don't know. If I saw him again,
maybe. Who knows?

Fine, leave. Get out.

Doctor, there's a detective who
wants to speak to you.

Quick… help me.

Watch her head!

Hurry, hurry!

I have nothing to hide.
I've done nothing illegal.

Your surgery, name and...

telephone number were written
throughout the address book.

Do you know how many girls
come have for ND' s'?

Why should I refuse them?
It's better than getting pregnant,

and getting an abortion from
a quack with no scruples.

Fiorella Icardi came to see you.

You know, there's a rule of
professional secrecy...

The girl is dead...
we're talking homicide.

She came to find out If she
was pregnant.

That's all. Nothing else.

Who sent her here?
Was it Franz Pagano?

I don't have to answer that.
But, I have nothing to hide...

No-one sent her.

I'll come back...
I'll see you again, Doctor.

The bullet was not fired from
the gun you found.

I didn't talk, but you'd better
pay up, and quick. I'll be waiting.

Ah, it's you. Thanks for coming.
I was a bit worried.

Would you like some whiskey?

You know that a detective was here earlier.
But I didn't let myself get cornered.

I said nothing. But he will return.

Perhaps we should have watched him.

But who could have imagined...?

- Franz Hekker has been released.
- I didn't know.

The only charge we had on him
Was prostitution.

Because of the blackmail angle,

the magistrate demanded his release.

As soon as he's free, we'll have
another dead body:

the doctor involved
in his dirty organization.

We should have known the shifty
doctor was involved.

I agree with you,
but he's not the killer.

What game are we playing?
Do you know?

I don't think he's the killer,
at least not Fiorella's.

I'm sick of your methods!
If you know something, tell me.

Or do you think you're the only
one who can do it all?

The tires: the tracks left
at the scene of the crime.

The tires were Mlchelins.
Franz's are Goodyears.

- But the tracks may not be valid.
- Then there's the report on the gun...

- Let's hear it.
- It came back negative.

It doesn't mean it wasn't him.
He could have another.

Couldn't he have two guns?
Let's take another path.

Maybe Tummoli's been hiding
something as a witness.

I think he knows more than he's saying.

But maybe he's lust selling
us a pack of lies.

Perhaps it's time to take a look
at Congressman Mordini.

Don't worry... I'll take care of it.

- What time is it?
- Half twelve.

Shit! Another six hours...

Who's there?

Who is it?

- Everything quiet over night?
- All quiet. He hasn't moved.

Alright.

Momolo?

- He's been dead at least 5 or 6 hours.
- I won't be able to forget this.

It's all our fault, all of us.

This means he was the killer.

Don't be so sure. Everyone abused him,
treated him like a clog.

We didn't even treat him with respect.
Come on, let's go.

Everything seems clear to me.
Through his suicide, Tummoli.... confessed.

- Are you really convinced?
- What more do you want?

For me the case is closed.

Don't tell me Fiorella Icardi was
dating that guy.

I think she was meeting someone else.

A man in a white Mercedes,
specifically.

Tummoli...? Was the only one
who mentioned the white Mercedes.

Perhaps he invented It.
He added it after we arrested Franz.

- Anything new?
- I've just come from the autopsy.

What's the news?

They say the marks from the rope
around his neck discount suicide.

- Well then?
- He was strangled.

We're back to where we started.

Now we've got three murders.

What the hell do you want?
I told you not to come.

Let me in. I'm scared...
I don't want to go home.

Momolo is dead because he
saw them together.

The gynecologist saw them together
and he's dead too.

What do you care?
You didn't see anything.

- Really, I...
- What?

One day...

What… did you see something?
Did you tell the police?

I was waiting for you at school.

Be quiet! I know nothing and I
don't want to know anything.

- I know nothing about these people.
- I don't know about them either.

But nobody wants to help me.
Franz, hide me. I don't want to go home!

Calm down, you idiot!

I've got things to do. You stay here and
don't open the door to anyone. OK?

When I get back,
I'll see what I can do.

- Ice?
- No, thanks.

How do you expect to incriminate
this degenerate?

- Actually, he visited this house.
- He's been here several times.

- Taking advantage of my good nature...
- I know about your relationship with Franz.

If Franz is known for dealing drugs
then this should be easy.

There's no proof. Much
speculation, but no proof.

- See you again, Professor.
- Wait, Chief.

- This man... did you at least arrest him?
- We're investigating...

This is wrong. He's still free!

There will only be more
crimes and killings!

Don't take it so hard, Professor.

The police are all alike.

They have fun
making people miserable.

Franz?

Help!

What are you looking for?

A button... I dropped a button.

Is this your car?

Why? Do you think I can't
have a car like this?

You're a bit too sarcastic.
It's not an attractive trait.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Remember, Gianluca… be good.

Excuse me, I didn't want to bother
you in front of the kids...

but I need to talk to you urgently.

I don't know how. I can't
help you. I must be going.

Fiorella was your friend's daughter.

I didn't think you'd refuse me.
Just a few questions.

- Hurry, follow me to the office.
- Okay.

Cigarette?
You smoke Benson's, right?

I don't have time to waste.
Get to the point.

The person who killed Fiorella
Frequented the family house.

A friend of the family,
so to speak.

Why couldn't it have been
a random encounter?

No, the relationship
has lasted for months.

The man who accompanied her
is around forty...

and drives a white Mercedes
with foreign plates and Michelin tires.

You have a Mercedes like that.
Registered under a phony name.

That's why it took so long to find you.

- Why are you telling me these things?
- Look...

See, Professor...

Here's one of the tracks left by
the car at the scene of the crime.

The forensic scientists work at a
high level of efficiency.

In nature, nothing is identical.

No two eyes the same color,
no two finger prints are the same.

- I'm not interested In these things.
- One moment. Let me finish...

Even tire treads are different.

- What are you trying to say?
- I've already told you, Professor.

You have a white Mercedes,
with Michelin tires.

Your insinuations are absurd!

Professor...
you should be more responsive.

This ls a murder Investigation;
I'm doing my job.

If you co-operate, we can conclude
this nice and quickly.

What do you want from me?

I want to make prints of your tires.

You have now passed all limits!
You're treating me like a criminal.

Who are you calling?

My lawyer;
he'll put you in your place.

Call him. I know you can cause
a lot of trouble.

But don't forget the bad publicity.
It'd be better to avoid it all.

You should leave immediately.

Professor… you have a firearm,
I imagine?

I expect the gun
is properly registered?

- A 1-65, perhaps?
- You should leave immediately.

You see, we never found the murder
weapon in the surrounding area.

It was nowhere to be found.

I believe the killer still has it.

That Thursday,
I was operating all day.

Until six, but you still would
have had enough time.

Did I kill Fiorella,
then return to the clinic?

- Detective...
- Excuse me for disturbing you, Professor.

Hold it!

Give me the gun.

Cuff him.

Now you'll tell me why you killed her.
Come on!

It was her fault.

She was a slut.

I thought I was alone. I was
waiting to see the Professor.

She saw me,
but acted like she hadn't.

She provoked me.

Anyone in my place couldn't have
resisted her.

But then... then she was pregnant.
She didn't want to have an abortion.

It's simple: leave your wife and kids
and come with me.

I killed her for my children.
I killed the others for them, too.

I didn't want their lives mined.

Take him away.

The bluff with the gun and the
tire tracks worked.

Once he had begun, he couldn't stop.

He tried to save his family
from his own hypocrisy.

Only a maniac could've killed
four people like that.

Says who? He'll claim temporary Insanity,
and will end up on some mental ward.

Anyway, our investigation ends here.

Subtitled by
Lord Retsudo