All language subtitles for Il Commissario Ricciardi 2x1

Hold it there.

- Let's set the table.
- Give me a hand.

My Rosa...
you don't know what I would do to see you again...

but the fact that I don't see you
is a good sign.

It means you left
without suffering,

that you left in peace.

- Are you really leaving?
- I would stay here forever.

But you don't keep the baron
away from work.

It's a miracle
that we have stayed for weeks.

- He has even recovered. That's the good air.
- Yes.

This is my sentence.

I see those who died a violent death

and hear their voices.

It is these voices
that haunt me constantly

at least until
I give them justice.

You finish up, I'm going to see
if everything is ready in the kitchen.

- Where is the baron?
- I saw him going to the chapel.

Then we're about to leave,
if he had the courage to go there.

Yeah.

Thank you.

My mother was right.

I must be alone

so that this curse will end
with me.

I cannot have children, Rosa,
because it's not fair

that... this thing be passed on
to them

as my mother passed it on to me.

Baron, lunch is ready!

Come with us.

Of course, I'm coming with you,
otherwise who will listen to Nelide?

Come on, let's go eat.

You can't catch me!

- Good morning, Baron.
- Good morning.
- Sorry for being late.
- No problem.

Cheers!

♪ In the shadow
goes this heart

♪ that can't sleep

♪ and sings and cries:
"Love, love, you make me die." ♪

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Let's go do some shopping.

♪ But if you still hear
this trembling voice

no, don't believe me... ♪

Do you like it?

The truth?

- The truth doesn't matter, forget it.
Thank you, goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Ah!

Finally.

A place worthy of the name.

By the way, any news
about Inspector Ricciardi?

He should be back soon.

Lucky him for finding the time
to take a vacation.

Sorry to contradict you.

The inspector went to bury
a very dear person to his hometown.

Of course, who says otherwise?
But it has lasted long enough this...

- Burial.
- "Burial".

Fortunately,
the city is under control

and as you can see,
we have received the right reward.

Beautiful, isn't it? Very beautiful.

- Huh? Very beautiful.
- Mmm.
- Very...

Back to work.

Salvatore, help the lady
carry the luggage upstairs.

I'll drop by the police station.

- Won't you rest a bit?
- I'll be back, I'll let them know I'm back.

He already called by phone.
Does he have to give them proof that he's back?

Be careful with the suitcases
and hurry up.

"Water that doesn't flow stinks."

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Inspector.

- I'd like to see my new office,
if possible.
- Follow me.

Thank you.

So, what do you think?

Great.

That's yours.

Unfortunately, I'm sorry
for those, but...

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

My Aunt Rosa,
how am I supposed to live without you now?

You've done me a great disservice.

You've gone away...

and left me alone.

Now, what do I do, you tell me?

My Jesus, I'm going crazy.

I miss you so much,
it seems like I can see you.

I won't leave you alone.
If you think of me, I won't leave you alone.

I'm happy that you're back.

- How did you find out...
- Garzo.

I asked him
to notify me as soon as possible.

I'm very sorry about Rosa.

If there's anything
I can do for you...

Don't be alone in these moments.

If you want me to, I'm here.

- Let's go eat something together.
- Nelide is waiting for me at home.

I'll accompany you.

If you don't mind,
I'd like to take a walk.

- See you soon.
- See you soon.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Inspector.

[DOORBELL]

Good evening. Good evening.
Please sit down. Thank you.

- Raffaele.
- Inspector.
- Is something wrong?
- No.

I wanted to know if you need anything,
if I can be useful to you.

Well, tell him
he needs to eat something.

Inspector, Nelide is right.

Ah! Look there,
what a show.

Let's do this. If you want, I can stop and have something to eat with you.

Hmm? What do you think?

"From a bad thorn can blossom a good rose."

- "A bad thorn"?
- She's happy if you stay.

- I don't understand her.
- Take a seat.

- Give me your jacket.
- Thanks.
- I'll handle it.
- No, I got it.

No, if Lucia finds out that I've drunk,
then I have to call you as a witness.

- And I'll testify.
- Okay.

[DOORBELL]

Good evening.
Good evening.

- It's Bruno!
- Please.
- Hey!

I came to greet you,
but I thought you were by yourself.

- How did you know I was back?
- How did I know? Well...

I see, another leak.

- How are you?
- Good. Go on, make yourself at home.

- Nelide, Doctor Modo is
also staying.
- I'm coming.

- Doctor, Nelide has outdone herself.
- Really? Let's see.
- It's good.

Mmm...

Mmm... Delicious.
A bit heavy, but delicious.

- You have a sensitive stomach.
- No.

Tomorrow, Lucia is making ragù, and her sister and
her brother-in-law are also coming.

They've parked themselves
at our house every Sunday.

Why don't you come too?
Maybe you'll get a bit of distraction.

Thank you. Also thank Lucia,
you are very kind.

Good, it will distract you a bit.

But I'm coming back
from a long vacation.

- Tomorrow I'll be at the police station.
- It's pointless.

You know,
what distracts me is working.

...

...

♪ I sing for another.

♪ No, I don't want to see you

♪ like before.

♪ You are nothing to me

♪ nothing to me. ♪

Two potatoes and two peppers.

♪ I no longer know what your name is,
Maria. ♪

Hello.

Excuse me if I'm bothering you,
I was looking for Mrs. Rosa.

I haven't seen her for so long, the windows
have been closed for weeks.

Do you know if she left?

Rosa is no more.

What do you mean, excuse me?
What happened, was she fired?

I'm sorry, miss.

Aunt Rosa has passed away.

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.

I didn't understand, sorry...

We didn't have time to announce...

We quickly left to take her back to the village.

- Did you know her well?
- Yes, I cared a lot about her.

Excuse me, my condolences.

I heard about Rosa.

I understood why the house was empty.

I wanted to tell you that I'm very sorry.

I really cared a lot about her.

I know what she meant to you.

Thank you very much.

Have a good day.

Excuse me.

You behave differently with me.

- Did I do something that...
- No.

No, no, miss.

You have nothing
to blame yourself for.

Excuse me again.

[KNOCKING ON THE DOOR]
Come in.

Inspector, excuse me.

A call has come in.

There's a murder victim
in Vicolo della Speranzella

above Montecalvario.

That's what they said and I'm reporting it.

Who's on duty this morning?

It's Sunday,
only Piscitelli and Cesarano... and me.

Okay, let's do this.

We'll keep Piscitelli here on duty.

Cesarano comes with me...

and you too.
- At your orders.

[KNOCKING ON THE DOOR]

Open up!

Please, it's Sunday,
you know it better than me.

- No numbers today, tomorrow.
- What happened? There has been a death!

- What are you doing here? Weren't you off duty?
- Go ahead.

It's my area of expertise and Lucia is still preparing
the ragu sauce, it will take another hour.

And then my brother-in-law comes,
the later I arrive the better.

- Let's go and see who the victim is.
- It's Gaspare Rummolo, he was an "assistito"

- How do you know?
- He's the most famous one in Naples.
- Really?

- I'd like to introduce someone. Please let them pass.
- Please let them pass.

- Vincenzo Caruso, the owner of the lottery bank.
- We're going to Gaspare

but leave a guard behind
to keep the public at bay.

- You stay here.

- We'll follow you.
- Alright.
- Please let them pass!

Please, everyone!

Hurry!

There's nothing to see.
It's Sunday, go home.

Gaetano, my employee.
He lives on Gaspare's floor.

- Maria, my sister, who also works
at the lottery bank.
- It's an honor.

- Who found the body?
- I did, Inspector.

I was bringing him
some warmed milk.

The door was open.

I went in and found him.

- Shall we go and see?
- Sure.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

I made a room
above the lottery bank for Gaspare.

- Are there other residences
on this floor?
- Gaetano's.

Me and my sister live below,
on the lower floor.

The inspector enters alone,
we'll wait here.

Was it already dark like this?

Gaspare didn't need light,
he was blind.

Twenty one, nine

and nineteen.

Twenty one, nine, and nineteen.

Twenty one, nine, and nineteen.

Twenty one, nine, and nineteen.

Twenty one, nine and nineteen.

Twenty one, nine and nineteen.

[SIGH OF RICCIARDI]

I called the photographer
and Dr. Modo.

- They're arriving.
- Good.

The only way to access
the room is through this small door.

The window is narrow and high up,
it opens directly onto a street.

No one would climb there,
they'd be too exposed.

Do you know for sure that Rummolo lived here alone?

Yes, he was blind, so he didn't go
down or up the stairs

unless accompanied.

He was also very suspicious.

He never opened the door,
unless for the people he knew.

As an "assistito", he had his clients

but he welcomed them on Sundays
and Saturday nights.

So... if it happened yesterday

no one came by here.

As you know, they call the numbers
on Saturday at four in the afternoon.

I didn't know,
I'm hearing it for the first time.

By the way, what exactly
does "assistito" mean?

Sorry, I forgot
that you're not from Naples.

An "assistito" is someone
who talks to the dead.

Only the souls of Purgatory can
come in dreams to the living, it is known.

- "It is known".
- It's a popular belief.

It seems that the most likely souls
to give the numbers are

those executed
or those who died in a violent way.

Who knows, maybe because they have
more stories to tell.

Okay, I seem to understand
that Rummolo was essential

for interpreting the numbers
to be played.
- Very essential.

- He was known all over Naples.
- Oh!

I must thank you,
as usual, traditionally!

Sunday doesn't exist when you're
a friend of this inspector.

What did you call me for?
The case is solved.

The poor man must have died because
he saw Maione's vest.

- You're always the same!
- Better button it up! Where's Gaspare?

- You knew him?
- Damn!

All of Naples knew him, in fact,
everyone in Naples except one person.

However, it's true,
I didn't know him.

Until this morning, I wasn't even aware
of what they were... the "assistitos"

I believe it! You're a skeptic,
in things like this you don't believe.

For you, a dead person is just a body
on the ground and a mystery to solve.

The dead speak to me
as the medical genius that I am,

and thanks to what their body tells me,
I am able to track down

the time and cause of death.

And then they speak to one like him,
who is blind

and has a stronger sensitivity
in comparison to others.

You're jealous, they don't speak to you.

Jealousy is the last thing I may
feel towards this poor soul.

He was trapped here inside,
couldn't escape. A prisoner.

Certain things condemn you
to loneliness.

They are not gifts, they are curses.

Come on, tell me what you can.

Twenty-one, nine and nineteen.
Twenty-one, nine and nineteen.

Twenty-one, nine and nineteen.

Meanwhile I can tell you right away
that poor Gaspare died

because they thrust a blade
into his left eye

or anyway a pointed
and sharp object.

- This is an instant death.
- And all that blood ?

Behind the eyeball we have
a dense network of capillaries

which serve to irrigate the eye.

An instant death.

The time of death?

It was between midnight and three,
four o'clock last night,

but to be precise,
we must wait.

Inspector, if you want, we can
go downstairs to ask some questions.

I'll leave, I'm going to enjoy
some well-deserved free time,

especially because... I've seen
way too many atrocious things today,

especially this vest.

Why, don't you like it at all?

- It's a gift from my brother-in-law,
he knows well.
- Thank goodness!

- This vest is
the latest trend.
- Yes, of terror.

- Go home!
- If I understood correctly,

basically Gaspare Rummolo was
one of your employees.

No, I gave him accommodation,
a bit of food.

If I paid him,
people wouldn't believe it anymore.

Sure, there was the convenience
of the lottery bank downstairs.

People took numbers from him
and played them right away.

On occasions like last night, what happened?

- With the lottery bank closed,
did clients go up to him?
- No.

When we were closed,
only me and Gaetano would go check

if he needed anything.

At this point I need to know,

where were you three
last night after midnight?

- You?
- I was in a local restaurant
nearby, Da Tonino.

- Then I went home.
- I was in my room.

I brought
the numbers of the matrices

to check the day's income,
as I always do.

Then I put everything away
and went to bed.

- No one searched for me.
- I believe you.

I also stayed here,
I didn't move,

but...

- But?
- A little after eleven
last night someone came.

Count Palmieri.

He needed to talk to Gaspare.

He gambles a lot, I didn't feel
like turning him away.

What time did he leave?

I don't know, but after half an hour
his wife arrived too,

Countess Bianca.

This surprised me,
because she never comes here.

She is a very beautiful woman,
perhaps the most beautiful in all of Naples.

She's beautiful...

But she has a sad face, poor thing.

Beauty lies in the heart of the beholder.

If you're sad,
what's the point of beauty?

- Look at me, for example.
- Better not.
- Raffaele.

I wanted to say...
Enough is enough, we get it.

- Be on standby.
- As you order.

- Camarda?
- Tell me, Sergeant.

- Listen well.
- Yes.

- Make a list of the customers who've been to the lottery bank
in the past few days.

- Caruso?
- Inspector.

- I have a question.
- Go ahead.

I want to understand better the interpretation of numbers.

For instance, what does nine stand for?

Inspector, let's say that nine is
childbirth or separation, goodbye.

And twenty-one or nineteen?

Nineteen is laughter, joy.

Even desire,
it depends on the dream.

On the other hand, twenty-one is...
the naked woman.

Or it can also be the beautiful woman.

...

If my husband owes you a debt,

I don't know how you're going to collect it

and we don't even have any furniture
or items of any value.

Everything seized,
so I would ask you to leave...

No debt, Countess.

I would have announced myself, but
the governess didn't ask anything.

I'm Ricciardi,
police inspector.

Has something happened to my husband?
Is he well?

I would like to talk to him,
as well as with you.

- He's not home.
- Where can I find him?

He will be scrounging money
for gambling, as usual.

But... may I ask
what is this about?

Did you and your husband visit
Gaspare Rummolo last night?

Yes. Romualdo had gone
to visit Rummolo.

I went there to take him away.

- When you left,
how was he?
- As usual.

- I don't understand these questions.
- Rummolo is dead.

He was murdered last night.

Oh.

I feel somewhat guilty.

I feel no remorse.

He is to blame for Romualdo's gambling fever,

a fever that never ends.

I know I'm providing reasons for you to suspect me.

Well, suspicion is my profession.

You and your spouse shall make a prompt visit to the police station,

not later than this afternoon,

or I shall be compelled to summon you officially.

Forgive the interruption. Have a good day.

You too.

This vest suits you well; it refines you.

- Really?
- You should wear it more often; it seems especially made for you. Don't you think?

It's perfect.

- Mmm! Lucia, this ragu is delightful.
- Do you like it?

- Very much.
- Excellent.
- Thank you.

Next time, add a pinch more salt,

thus it becomes perfect, like your sister's cooking.

[LAUGHTER FROM MARIANO]

Giovanni, are you being shy?

Say something, talk!

- What should I say?
- Share your future aspirations.
- Speak up.

- I want to be a police officer like dad.
- Ah.

It's not open for discussion; we've talked about this already.

Your mother is right. It's a life of sacrifice.

Police officers don't even earn that well. Listen to your uncle.

Find a job that makes you rich and allows you to live comfortably,

thus you make your mother and father happy. Did I say that correctly, Ciuciù?

Absolutely.

It's tasty.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- Yes, why not?
- Please.

Madam Clara...

Dear Doctor, Sunday is my favorite day

because I know you will come to visit.
- You're too kind.

- There's a new girl, I'm sure you'll like her.
- Yeah?

Lina?

- Good morning, Lina.
- Good morning.

- Inspector, the Palmieri Counts.
- Camarda!

Thank you for being here, please.

- Ricciardi.
- Excuse me.

- Camarda, I forgot
the theater invitations.
- Sorry.

- Get them off my desk.
- I'll get them for you.

But those...

are those the Count Palmieri and his wife? What are they doing here?

They are here for the Rummolo murder.

I know nothing about this story.

- It's breaking news.
- Ah.

And this Rummolo...

is he the "assistito" of Vicolo della Speranzella?
- Yes, did you know him?

Heard of him.
Are the Palmieri Counts suspected?

Good, Rummolo is a commoner

and the Palmieri Counts are nobles, though declining.

It can't be denied that we don't favor anyone. Well done.

What can I say? The case seems closed to me.

- Camarda.
- Here.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Front row seats!

Inspector, I cared about Gaspare; he was my friend.

I could have never hurt him.

Why did you go to see him last night?

The drawing had already taken place, what did you have to discuss?

We would often see each other on Saturday nights.

I would meet him to discuss the draws,

to understand how to plan the next bet.

I was late last night,

because... I was looking around for some money.

He didn't feel like chatting and told me he was very tired.

Then my wife got worried, came looking for me,

and we came home together.

Yes, it went like that.

I hope he didn't have time to give in just one more time...

to my husband's obsession.

Bianca, please!

Gaspare is innocent, I insist, it's me who...

Right, you're the one who's destroyed our home,

your name, my life...

in an attempt to chase the phantom of a jackpot.

When you left,

was anyone else with him?

Or did he give off the impression of expecting visitors?

No, Inspector.

He was in his dressing gown, but he was still dressed underneath.

When I left, he told me I could lock the door,

so I assume he wasn't expecting anyone else.

Out of curiosity, do you always carry the stick with you?

This one?

Yes, always.

Lina, Lina, Lina... What's your real name, though?

Lina. I never wanted a fake name like the others.

- I always want to be myself.
- Good for you.

Well done, keep it up.

You're beautiful, Lina.

Come on! If I was beautiful, I would have become an actress or done something else.

Oh, really? Did you want to become an actress?

Are you sure you're not acting several times a day right here?

I know what you're getting at.

Here we have to do everything opposite to acting.

We must break down the barrier.

- "The barrier"? What is it?
- The barrier.

We all put it up every day to
prevent ourselves from being recognized by others.

The pretend face.

And you? Do you have one?

- What?
- The pretend face.

I?

Not just one, I have many,
but do you know what my problem is?

- No.
- That I don't know how to use them.

Oh, you don't?

Then you should be careful.

The world is ugly out there...

and also in here.

- Good evening, Nelide.
- Good evening.

- Tonight, I cooked something light.
- Good.

- Sit down.
- Thank you.

- Manfred.
- Enrica.

Thank you, Nelide.

Light, light.

[SPEAKING GERMAN]

Gaspare's death happened
between midnight on Saturday and two o'clock,

always at night, obviously.

Besides this, I can tell you that...

there were no signs of struggle.

So the poor fellow did not defend himself,
he was killed suddenly.

Maybe by someone he knew.

This, however, the post-mortem examination
cannot reveal.

Listen, Bruno...

Gaspare was... a medium.

- That's how you say it, right?
- Mmm.

One of those who stay
in contact with the dead.

To your knowledge, can these abilities...

can they be inherited?

Can they be passed on to children?

Ricciardi,
if you talk to me about genetics,

I can tell you what I know
about dominant genes, recessive

alleles and all that jazz.

If there are two parents
with blue eyes,

the children will have blue eyes.

If this rule applies
also to flapping ears,

I don't know,
I would have to go check.

If you want to know about the inheritance
of a supernatural gift,

science has not yet spoken,
let alone me.

- So, did Rummolo have a son?
- Leave it.

- You can also have mine.
- You don't want it?
- Nope.
- It's good.

- Inspector, here I am.
- Raffaele.
- Esteemed Doctor.

I'm sorry, there were two pastries
and I'm eating both of them.

I already had breakfast.

- Then we have work to do.
- We're going back to
the lottery bank.

- Let's see if anyone noticed
anything.
- Are you excluding the counts?

Not completely,

but there's something that tells me...
that we can trust,

especially the countess.
- Some women are too beautiful

to be liars.
- What?

- Today you are a beauty, Sergeant.
- It's the uniform.

- You've gotten rid of that abomination
of a vest.

- Bye.
- Burn it.

- Have a good day, Bruno.
- Bye.

- Thank you, have a good day.
- You too.

- Ah, the mail.
- Here it is.
- Thanks.

[LOCK CLICKING]

- So?
- "So" what?

The postcard.
I saw it, who wrote it?

A friend of mine sent it to me
from Ischia, don't worry.

- Come closer.
- My husband is finicky.

My endive is fresher
than the one that is yet to sprout.

- Give me two bunches.
- Alright.

Touch it, don't worry.

Beautiful lady, good morning.
A moment of patience and I'll serve you.

- "Anyone who chats in front of the oven
loses the bread."
- No!

Why do you say that?
No! The sun is shining.

When it's sunny,
you feel more like working.

These endives have had
too much sunlight, they are limp.

Goodbye.

The endives.

...

...

- Listen, did you notice
anything unusual yesterday?
- No.

They were all lining up to bet
the numbers of Gaspare

Did he have any friends?
Did he see anyone regularly?

Maybe there could have been someone
who had a grudge against him.

No one, Gaspare never left
the house. What was he supposed to see?

Sunday mornings he went
to have a coffee with my brother,

just enough time for me to straighten up his room.

Only when Gaspare wasn't there.
We are a respectable family.

After coffee, we came back.
People stopped him continuously.

They never left him in peace.

- I'm going back to his room
for a few minutes.
- Please.

Everything alright?

Twenty-one, nine,

and nineteen.

Twenty-one, nine, and nineteen.

Twenty-one, nine, and nineteen.

Twenty-one, nine, and nineteen.

Twenty-one, nine, and nineteen.

Twenty-one, nine, and nineteen.

Twenty-one, nine, and nineteen.

Twenty-one, nine, and nineteen.

Twenty-one, nine, and nineteen.
Twenty-one, nine...

What were you doing with a mirror?

Twenty-one, nine, and nineteen.

I know nothing
about this mirror.

I didn't even know he had it.

And you, madam?

- Maybe a memory from his mother.
- Gaspare didn't confide in us.

He rarely talked,
even with me, his friend.

Put it back amongst his belongings.

Nobody knows anything,
nobody saw anything.

And nobody remembers anything,
but it's not usual.

It's not that they don't want to talk
because they want to keep to themselves.

- They're scared.
- Precisely, they are scared to talk.

Something is not adding up.

So you know well
what you have to do, right?

- Yes, Inspector.
- See you later at the police station.

[BELL TOLLING]

It just arrived this morning.

Show it to Gargiulo,
he knows about it.

Yes, I'll go to the office later.

Ricciardi !

But tell me,
all of Napoli is talking about the Rummolo case.

I'm under pressure from higher-ups,
they want the case closed.

And what do I find out?
You haven't arrested the culprit?

Who would be the culprit?

You told me! Count Palmieri.

- I said "suspect."
- What?

I don't just fabricate a culprit
to please the higher-ups.

Without coordination, we risk
looking bad to the higher-ups.

Don't you agree?

Please be patient and let me work.

Thank you.

Camarda?

Delinquent!

Is everything fine, Sergeant?

Have you dressed up?
You shouldn't have.

The fuss, for me, is coming here.
This is my stuff, not for you.

I've missed you too.

Since I moved,
you don't come to visit me anymore.

- Don't you like my new palace?
- My God, give me patience.

- I've come...
- Please sit down.
- No, I have to ask you something.

- Why standing?
- Don't worry.
- You're at home.

I'm going to burn your house down,
if you don't let me talk!

So...

- Someone murdered...
- Gaspare Rummolo, the blind man.

Okay, I get it, you talk, go on.
Let me know what you know.

You have to know...

The day before the murder,
a man who everyone greatly fears,

a true "guappo",
one of the really dangerous ones...

"A true guappo,"
and then you stopped. Continue.

It seems that man
had a confrontation with Gaspare

over a substantial amount
that he'd bet on some lottery numbers

that Gaspare had assured him
would be a sure win.

The numbers didn't come up, and
he lost his temper.

I get it.
What's this "guappo"'s name?

Uh... He swore in front of everyone
that the blind man would pay dearly.

- What's the "guappo"'s name?
- Nobody will tell you.

- The name?
- They fear ending up badly.

- You'll end up badly,
if you don't talk.
- Okay.

- But I didn't tell you anything.
- No.
- Do you give me your word?

- I give it.
- Swear.
- I'm going to set your wig on fire, if you don't talk.

Gennaro Luise.

- Oh, see? Was that so hard?
- He lives near the lottery bank

He has a lot of people at his disposal
who are willing to do anything for him,

because he lends money at extortionate rates,
so he has several people under him,

including Count Palmieri

whom you questioned
the other day with his wife.

- You know this too?
- Knowing things
is the only way to get you here.

- What's in here?
- What do you want?

What's this thing?

It's... it's a clue for an investigation,
it's not something that concerns you.

But, since we're here,

look, have a look too.

Jesus, Joseph, Saint Anne and Mary!

- Do you like it?
- How disgusting!

Did it belong to the blind man?
That's why they killed him.

- It doesn't seem his size.
- Let it go, let's not delve into it.

Another important thing.

Do you know the lottery numbers that the blind man
gave to Luise, the "guappo"?

Of course you know,
why do I ask you?

You won't believe it,
but I was hoping you'd come.

I came because I knew
you missed me.

While you get comfortable…
I will bring up the coffee.

By now I already know you like it.

- You have a good memory.
- It's not always a good thing.

Especially when there are things
you don't like to remember.

Yes.

Let's do this, hmm?

I will drink this coffee,
if you drink it with me.

Do we also know where this
Gennaro Luise lives?

Yes, near the lottery bank.

Well, tomorrow we'll go
to pay this gentleman a visit.

Ah, I also know the lottery numbers
that the blind man gave to the "guappo".

- Were you going to play?
- I thought about it.

Gambling is a brutal beast,
it's a fever. One must be careful.

- What were these numbers?
- Twenty-one, nine, and nineteen.

Do something, go home.

We need to rest, tomorrow will be
a challenging day.

- Are you sure?
- Go, go.

Okay, thank you.

- See you tomorrow.
- See you tomorrow.

[DOGS BARKING]

[ENGINE ROARING]

You could have stepped into Gambrinus yesterday, I wouldn't have bitten you.

- I do not understand, my apologies.
- You saw me, and you turned back on your tracks.

- Why would I have done so?
- I do not know.

You tell me.

I didn't see you, I don't even remember passing by there.

- Lost in your thoughts.
- Yes, I have a case that preoccupies me greatly.

Perhaps among your thoughts there is a woman...

What's in my thoughts... concerns only me, Livia.

My apologies.

It's just that I wish to understand.

I wish that you would confide in me.

You already know everything about me that there is to know.

Of course...

That should suffice, shouldn't it?

I should wait for another crumb of your attention.

Will it happen sooner or later?

No, let's assume it will not happen.

This way, we are both at ease.

[DOOR LOCK CLICKS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

- Thank you.
- Last night you didn't eat, this morning just coffee.

How do you manage to stay on your feet?

Take something with you to fill your stomach.

[INDISTINCT VOICES]

Eh?

Why do I bother speaking?

- Oh, my Jesus!
- Mother...
- Look.

- Is this you?
- It appears so.

It's identical!

Who could have done it? An admirer?

Enrica, will you answer? Can I know who made this painting for you?

- There's a note! Let's see...
- If you don't mind, it's addressed to me.

- Hello.
- Sergeant.
- He should be here.

Let's try to enter.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- What do you want?
- Here we are the ones asking questions.

Sergeant Maione
and Inspector Ricciardi.

- Who are you looking for?
- Gennaro Luise, that's who we are looking for.

We know that he lives here.

I'm sorry, but you are mistaken.

Gennaro Luise used to live here,
but he has moved out.

- Where can we find him now?
- I don't know, he didn't tell me.

Let's do it this way,
now I will take you to the station

so maybe your memory returns.

You can even imprison me now

but I do not know where Gennaro is, I swear.

Raffaele, let it go. Thank you.

What is it?

Madam...
Madam, sorry, a question.

- Tell me.
- Do you know by any chance where Gennaro Luise lives?

He lived here, then he left.

Never heard of him, I don't know who he is.

- Thank you.
- Wait, my apologies.

Do you know of a person named Gennaro Luise?

Hey, where are you running to?

Why haven't you spoken to us about Gennaro Luise?

- I don't understand.
- Caruso, we know that he had a quarrel with Gaspare

and that he threatened him
in public.

It's true, you are right...

but here we are all afraid of him.

Inspector,
he is very dangerous.

You have to understand us.
We are not standing against him.

So you allow a suspected guilty man to make himself untraceable.

Can you at least tell us where he has gone?

I swear on everything that I hold dearest that we do not know.

If anyone does know, they will be careful to keep their mouth shut.

- Anything else needed?
- Give me three or four tomatoes.

Do you want the "sciurilli"? They are fresh fresh, just like you.

- Alright, give me some.
- Coming. Excuse me.

Stay here, don't go. Let's see.

Good day, miss. These ones are special.

- Where are you going?

Miss, if you leave, you're taking the sun with you!

Thank you.

Really, Inspector

I have no idea who Gennaro Luise is.

What you tell me is very strange.

I know for sure that you owe him a debt.

I need to know where I can find this person.

- I don't know!
- Enough, Romualdo.

- The inspector trusted us and we need to reciprocate.
- Bianca!

I understand the fear

but you know where to find this guy who scares everyone.

He went to Luise a few days ago, to pay a part of the debt.

Mr. Count...

You find him at Don Peppe's inn, at Salita Arenella.

- That's where he collects the credits.
- Thank you.

I thank you both for your honesty.

Goodbye.

Romualdo.

("Miss, if you leave, you take the sun with you!")

You didn't look that young man in the eye when he called you back.

Do you know why? You're afraid that you will fool yourself.

The same goes for our young master with the girl over there.

He doesn't want to be deluded.

Tonino, do you want to go up or not?

Alright.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Oh. Would you like to sit down? There is a free table.

- Truly, I am on the hunt for
Gennaro Luise.
- Gennaro?

- Luise.
- Who exactly is Gennaro Luise?

- I am aware he visits this place.
- You have been misled. Who are you?

- Inspector Ricciardi.
- Ah.

[WHISTLE]

What should I tell you?
You have been misinformed.

This Gennaro Luise has never been seen here.
Right?

Seems like I will take a seat and wait.

If you have time to waste, be my guest.

I have as much time as you want,
more than necessary.

I know you whistle to warn him.

Whistle away, as long as he does not show up,
I am not moving.

- Ah.
- If he doesn’t show up,
I will return with ten guards and

we will conduct a detailed search,
how does that sound?
- What should I say?

- Could you be so kind as to bring me
a coffee?
- As you wish, arriving soon.

Ricciardi!

- Cesarano, do you know where
the inspector is?
- No, my apologies.

Maione! Maione!

Excellency, at your command.

Is it possible to know
where the inspector is?

- He's out conducting inquiries.
- I want to know what he has to investigate.

He must arrest the culprit so
I can report to the concerned authorities

who among other things call me
every hour, that all is in order.

Once he returns, I will notify him.

Ah, anyway, when I am looking for him

he must be found in his office.
Is that clear?

I beg your pardon, Excellency,
if I contradict you

but cases are not resolved by stagnating
behind an office desk

and besides, the inspector...
doesn’t possess a crystal ball.

- He cannot know when you're looking for him.
- He doesn't have it? - No.

Brilliant. Are you trying to be clever with me?

- I was implying something else.
- You spoke more than enough.

You deserve a suitable suspension

so you can be clever at home.

- Content?
- Yes, Excellency.

Back to work.

...

(mutters) He's an ignorant.

Inspector, if you would like to follow me

I will take you to the person you're seeking.

- Thank you for the coffee.
- Always at your disposal.

Wait here.

I was told...

you wished to speak with me.

- Inspector.
- Excellent, we can bypass the formalities.

You know who I am and I am well aware of who you are.

Go on, I'm all ears.

- Where were you
on the night of last Saturday?
- Huh?

The night is long.
Be more specific...

- Let's say between midnight and two.
- Who can remember?

I could've been at home sleeping
or with some lovely lady.

- Your pick.
- Either way, someone
can confirm it, right?

As you say.

While we wait for someone
to confirm the alibi you can't remember

you and I will head to the police station.
- What for? What have I done?

- Is it a crime not to remember
what I was doing last Saturday?

- No. Murder is. You're suspected
of killing Gaspare Rummolo.

You're mistaken, I didn't kill him.

You'll have the chance to prove it. Let's go.

Let's see
how you escort me to the station.

Is this what you used to kill Gaspare?

Inspector, let's not joke around,
leave now of your own accord

And we consider the matter closed.

I'm not leaving
here, not even if I were dead.

Neither will I.

Do you want to kill me?

That's fine with me.

You don't how much I enjoy it!

Come on. What, you don't have the courage?

You are a real man, Inspector.

Or you are insane.

Only those who know pain...

are not afraid to die.

Come with me.

Make yourself comfortable.

Meet Mario.

Mario is my brother.

I have been a father to
him since he was little.

He was lively, he could never stay still.
- What happened to him?

Two years ago,
I sent him to Marseille.

We have two fisheries in France.

Mario was to expand them.

Remaining out of sight here, he was conducting an honest life.

Last month
he was returned to me in this condition.

An unexpected illness.

I had him examined.

It seems he could recover.

It will take time... and patience.

I do have patience...

but in the meantime,
no one must know.

No one must see him like this.

I won't tell anyone...
but you'll have to explain.

I don't want people to feel pity for my brother,

I don't want people to feel sympathy
for my brother

and for me.

Everyone knows
what Mario means to me.

He's my blood.

My blood can't be seen as a weakness.

So you were with your brother
last Saturday?

With him... and with the nurse that you see here.

I never leave him alone at night.

You have my word of honor.

I believe you... but it's strange.

You are well aware of the fear
you instill in everyone.

You have so many people in your grasp
owing you money,

and instead of feeling ashamed of this,

you feel ashamed because of your brother.

If I were you, I'd think about it.

♪ Think about it carefully.

♪ Yes, I love you.

♪ I love you and you make

♪ me die. ♪

- Brilliant. My compliments, Livia.
- Well done.

- Exceptional.
- Well done.

- Well done.
- Outstanding.

- She delivered the song magnificently.
- To your voice.
- Cheers.

- To your success.
- She's amazing.
- Thank you.

So, are you coming with us?

No, I've been here since morning,
I'm going home.

See you tomorrow.

- Maione.
- Inspector.

I was looking for you, I need to update you.

What's with that face?

- He suspended me.
- Garzo?
- Yeah.

Inspector, he is a complete fool,
from head to toe.

♪ You are this sun and this serene air.

♪ Don't make me lose

♪ this youth.

♪ This silver moon still sighs

♪ for you. ♪

- It's ready, mom.
- Thank you.

...

Thank you, that's enough.

♪ I live and die for you,
die for you. ♪

Thank you.

♪ I love you, yes

♪ only you, Maria. ♪

I just can't understand.

The painting, the postcard...

You're hiding something from me.

I'm not hiding anything from you at all.

And the mysterious note?

- It's just a note.
- What's written on it?

- Nothing important.
- Tell me, even if it's not important.

Sometimes you exasperate me.

- Raffaele, dress up, it's Saturday.
- What do we have to do?

You've been lounging around the house
for too long.

- Have you already forgotten why?
- Why?

Ah... Your brother-in-law Mariano
has a commitment tomorrow,

so he and my sister are
coming for lunch today.
- I had forgotten.

Put on the vest
he gave you, to make him happy.

- The vest?
- Yes.

- Lucia, listen, do you like
this thing?
- In what sense?

Do you like it or not?

- It's unique.
- Unique?

It's a matter of taste.

This thing is disgusting.

- I think so too.
- See, so you think like me?

He did that to spite me,
I'm sure.

I dislike him.
I sin, but I dislike him.

I don't want to know,
but can I tell you something?

Where is it written that every Sunday
they must come here?

Good, they've really moved
into our house!

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

This thing...

Giulio, come here!
How wonderful, my daughter.

A German officer
who is surely going to have a great career

has fallen in love with our daughter.

His name is Manfred. Manfred!

He's surely coming here now!

He's coming to ask for Enrica's hand.
He knows the address.

He sent the postcards and the painting.
Germans are precise people.

- Aren't you happy?
- Well...

The dowry! We have to open
the closet and air it out.

When to do that?

Mom, have patience.

[CLICK OF THE LOCK]

Is it true?

Yes.

I told you about Manfred
in the letters

but I didn't tell you everything, because...
- You don't know what to do.

Dad, he's a good man.

He has filled me with attentions,
he still does.

But your heart is elsewhere.

Luigi Alfredo has become cold...

detached,
he doesn't show up at the window anymore.

- Didn't he show up at Ischia?
- At Ischia?
- I spoke to him

while you weren't here.
- What are you saying?

Nothing compromising.

A conversation like that, between men.

I trusted him, I gave him
your Ischia address.

Yes, but he didn't come.

I didn't see him.

[JAZZ MUSIC]

Such thoughtfulness.

These are precious hands.

- They should be treated well.
- Am I so good at caressing you?

Don't get too full of yourself.

Madam told me that you are
a doctor, that you work at the hospital.

So these hands do good.

I'm heading to the market for groceries.

- Is there anything particular you have in mind for a meal?
- No, you have a better idea of what to get.

Alright.

My job, you know... my job is nothing but suffering, pain.

What else can I tell you? That's the way it is.

Believe it or not, my work is not much different from yours.

You would be surprised at the amount of pain in the men that come up here.

One would think they've come to have fun, but they're trying to forget

the pain they carry inside.

How do you notice this?

Sometimes, they start crying.

Then I think... if their wives could see them the way I do,

they would feel sorrow instead of hatred.

Why are you talking about hatred?

Some women hate men.

And some men hate women.

Didn't you know that?

Tell me, Lina... why so formal?

Talk informally, as I do.

Alright, whatever you wish.

- The blind man's numbers are out.
- Really?
- All three of them.

- Twenty-one, nineteen, and nine.
- So he was right!

I wonder what the dead wanted to say.

The beautiful woman, desire, and childbirth.

No, nine is also separation, goodbye.

...

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Goodbye.

Lucia, thank you for lunch.

- Everything was exquisite as always, right?
- It's true.

- What are we doing on Sunday?
- Didn't I tell you?
- No.

- We have plans next Sunday. Bye.
- I got it.

- Goodbye.
- Bye, Mariano.
- Goodbye.

Bye.

Let's go, come on.

- Raffaele!
- Inspector.
- Hello.
- I'm sorry to disturb you, it's urgent.

- I'm going inside to make a coffee.
- Thank you.

Finally, I understood.

I always thought about the fever of the game,

that Rummolo had been killed for that.
- And instead?

Instead, I got the wrong fever.

Rummolo was still impeccably dressed despite the late hour.

Even though it was late, he was waiting for someone.

Even though he had asked the count to lock the gate, he was still waiting.

Evidently, this person he was waiting for, who did eventually arrive

had the keys, thus it must have been one of you three.

It was someone you would authorize to enter.

But one thing made me understand.

Beauty lies in the heart of the beholder...

This is what you told me the other time, isn't it?

And who could better contemplate this beauty of the heart

than someone who inevitably sees the world in their own way?

Like a blind man, perhaps.

The mirror in Rummolo's room was not especially useful to him.

It was intended for you...

To fix yourself before leaving his room,

to mask the signs of love that were on your face.

Maria!

Be quiet, this is your fault too.

You have kept me cooped up at home for a lifetime

as though I was some object of yours.

What has it to do with? It was out of concern.

- I did it to protect you.
- Protect me from what?

From people mocking me because I'm ugly?

With this... with this, I killed Gaspare.

It's love, Inspector.

You talk about love.

Love is a fever, an obsession.

Gaspare... Gaspare loved me.

He saw me like no one else ever saw me

even though he could not see.

How much he loved me! And I knew he loved me.

But then one day he decided we shouldn't meet anymore

Because he feared my brother would discover us and throw him out

Given that, according to him, nobody could come near me with sincerity.

Gaspare feared he would be thrown out onto the street.

That night I went to him as always.

Before going down to adjust the ticket matrices...

Without this room, which I have due to your brother's generosity

I am nothing.

Of course I'm afraid we're seen together.

- What are you saying?
- He will find out about us sooner or later.
- Gaspare, no.
- No!

Those damned numbers, the ones that haven't come out...

- What...
- They made me understand.

- The numbers? What are you talking about?
- Yes, Maria.

The beautiful woman...

The desire...

And goodbye, Maria.
- No.

- We have to separate.
- No!

I can't take the risk.

Twenty-one, nine, and nineteen.
Twenty-one, nine, and nineteen.

- What are you saying?
- Twenty-one, nine, and nineteen.
- What are you saying?

- Twenty-one, nine, and nineteen.
- No, no.

Then... Inspector, it was I who couldn't see anymore.

Twenty-one, nine, and nineteen.

I took the first thing I found

And I hit him.

Gaspare...

[MARIA CRYING]

Just once...

I struck him.

I cleaned the knife

and put it away.

I held it in my hands
all week long.

Maria.

Now you must come with us.

Twenty-one, nine and nineteen.

Twenty-one, nine and nineteen.

Twenty-one, nine and nineteen.
Twenty-one, nine and nineteen.

Twenty-one, nine and nineteen.

[INDISTINCT VOICE]

Madam, I owe you an apology.

What do you have to apologise for?

I made some jokes...

about your appearance, like a fool.

- I didn't hear them.
- But I did make them.

A proper person,
an intelligent person

should know
that the important thing...

In short, we've understood each other, haven't we?

Thank you.

Please, make yourself comfortable.

Thank you for coming.

If you call me, I'm very happy
and very worried.

You know I have a special interest
in a person.

I've already given you
all the information I could.

This person some time ago had
a very serious accident.

At the hospital, in addition to the nanny, there was
a tall girl, with glasses

dressed simply,
perhaps an employee or a teacher.

I suddenly remembered her.

I thought she was a relative.

Now I know
that she lives opposite his house.

I would like to know more.

This jealousy...

I would like to know if there is someone
who keeps him away from me.

What does this inspector have
to occupy your mind so much?

And what don't I have
to occupy his?

- Camarda?
- Yes?
- You deal with it.

At your orders. This way.

Please.

Camarda, what's going on?

Your Excellency...

Maione, your suspension
is still in effect.

Sir, the Rummolo case has been solved.

We have taken into custody
the guilty party

and all the credit goes to Maione.

Despite being suspended from work,
he had a decisive insight.

Very good, very good.

So I'll wait for the report

to inform... those in charge.

Your Excellency.

Thank you, Inspector.

♪ In the shadow goes this heart

♪ that can't sleep. ♪

- What a beautiful voice, Sarracino.
- Eh.

Especially when there's
someone who needs to hear it.

♪ And sings and cries

♪ "Love, love,
you make me die." ♪

Nelide?

Nelide, lunch at home.

Nelide?