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Maybe he came from up there, then entered the house.

We checked, there are a few broken branches.

There are traces on top of the shed, the street and the fence.

Okay, thanks.

You were right.

He got in from the terrace to hide Olga's phone.

Those traces you found are also on the shed outside the house.

So, he climbed over from there and...

But then he must have taken his shoes off because we didn't find

any prints of either soil or those asbestos fibers here on the walkway.

You couldn't have noticed with all that chaos during the search.

Yet, it's good news.

What's good news, Carlo?

That we have lots of clues leading nowhere?

That's not really true.

We're putting all those clues together.

They'll lead somewhere.

In a few days, you'll be free.

I don't give a shit!

I just wish she were still here

so I could apologize.

Hi, Cristina.

I've called you for hours.

I even called the station and no one knew where you were.

-Sorry. -I was worried.

I was with Muzo and my phone battery ran out.

Couldn't you call from another phone?

We were working, Cristina.

You got me used to this.

You used to let me know whenever you were going to be late.

I don't want to argue.

Neither do I.

What's that smell?

Mr. Pinai?

Is everything okay?

Mr. Pinai?

Please open the door, Mr. Pinai!

How long since you last saw Mr. Pinai?

-It's been ages. -Ages?

He never goes out, he's not very...

-Good morning. -Good morning.

Has something happened to Cosimo?

We don't know.

-I'm Officer Cantabella, and you? -Valle. Vita Valle. I live here.

So you know Mr. Pinai.

More or less.

What's going on?

Something happened to Cosimo.

-Good morning. -My husband.

-Hello. -This is a police officer.

Is it open?

Mr. Pinai?

Cosimo Pinai, aged 50, and the apartment was his mother's.

According to the caretaker, he seems to be a serial hoarder...

Seems to be?

It stinks.

Yes, it stinks.

Anyway, the caretaker says he was a strange man but quiet and kind.

His only visitors were his sisters,

who we're contacting, and a woman no one knows.

Go around the building and ask the neighbors

if they heard anything or know this mystery woman and...

if necessary, call someone for an identikit.

-Okay. -Hi, darling, what can you tell me?

He bled to death from a deep wound to the abdomen.

He died at least three days ago.

That's all. I'll tell you more ASAP.

Good, so I'll see you again.

-Carlo? -Benzi.

We freed up the space here because

the murderer piled furniture all the way to the door.

Maybe he didn't want him to escape.

Escape? He was cut up like a goat.

I feel guilty around him.

Maybe you should tell him.

I've tried but it's always the same story with him.

He's scared for me, my mother's hurt me enough,

and we end up fighting.

In his shoes, I wouldn't want you to look for her either.

This is about me, not him.

If you want to stop, I understand.

No. I'll help you.

If he finds out, he'll hate me forever, but I'm in.

Thanks.

I know that, but when?

I need to know.

Yes?

Good morning.

Welcome back, Marta!

Thank you.

Yes, hello? Operations Room.

Hello, Operations Room.

Piazza Venezia, corner of Via Del Corso.

Operations Room.

Can you repeat that, please?

I'll send you a steering wheel right away.

Can you repeat the address, please?

Is it an emergency?

Hold on while I check.

We sent everything a short while back.

Yes, we got them.

Good.

Are these all the bank transactions until closure in 1991?

Yes, they're all listed in the file we sent you.

-Okay, thanks. -Thank you.

Can I borrow your...

Are you afraid I'll copy your test paper, Malik?

No.

Marco's on his way back, he just finished with the neighbors.

It seems nobody heard any fights or noises.

All the piled up stuff must have muffled the sounds.

The victim's sisters have arrived out here. Guerrieri wants you.

Okay.

Do you have something to say?

I don't like the way you treat me

and how you keep Emma away from me every time I see you.

Look, Matteo. I don't know what you think

but you chose to have nothing to do with Emma.

Emma is mine and Marco's daughter

and I'll keep her away from whoever I want.

We'll see about that.

We mostly spoke on the phone.

Going into the house where we grew up and seeing it like that

really wasn't easy.

We didn't find a cell phone or contracts in his name--

He didn't have one.

He only had a landline.

Did he suffer?

Well, at a certain point, he lost consciousness.

I'll take that as a yes.

What happened to your hand?

I'm doing an ice-cream course

but I'm not good at cleaning the machines.

Has your brother always been the way he is?

No. It started after our mother died.

Cosimo was always by her side.

From when she was diagnosed with chronic leukemia 15 years ago

until the end.

After she died, he fell apart.

Can you think of anyone who might have had it in for him?

Perhaps because of how he lived?

No, I can't imagine who.

Cosimo was a good man.

A very sweet person.

And shy.

The only person he saw, apart from us, was

his psychologist, Dr. Porta.

The caretaker told us about a woman visiting him.

It was her.

A friend of mine

has a beach house.

If you want to,

we can go there together on the weekend.

Well, if you don't want to...

No, I do but...

my mind is elsewhere.

I asked Malik to look for my mother.

And then?

Then I don't know, Enea.

We'll see when he finds her.

The bell rang.

-Chiesa, please go fill out the report. -Yes.

-Alba, can you tell me what we've got? -Yes.

So we can start.

Didn't you take the day off?

Have I ever seemed consistent?

No.

Excuse me, but what are you getting up to with Enea?

Nothing.

I slept with him twice but the first time, I didn't know he'd be here.

You did the second time.

Does this poor guy have relatives?

Do you think we'll have some grieving people coming and going in a few hours?

Two sisters.

Will you talk to them?

Yes.

Pass me the gown, please.

We've finished.

Thanks for coming.

You must check that the prisoner goes inside and closes the door behind him.

What do they teach these guys at school?

What can I do for you?

Look, I can see you're avoiding me

and I'm sorry that you're afraid of me.

No, I'm not afraid.

I was out of Rome and...

I didn't expect to see you.

They gave me house arrest

but don't worry, I'm not a murderer.

Listen...

Did you and Olga talk?

Lately, yes. We were becoming friends.

Was she afraid of me?

No, I don't think so.

Perhaps, she was a bit tired of your outbursts sometimes.

Thanks.

Are you sure that the door was intact before the blacksmith came?

Yes. Intact and unlocked.

There are pictures, Benzi has them.

So, he opened the door to the murderer.

But he had no relationships with anyone apart from the ones we know.

And maybe with the Valles.

Who are these Valles?

The neighbors who live opposite to him.

Why didn't you tell us earlier about the neighbors?

I wrote it in the report but you never read anything.

If I don't read, why do you write them? Just tell me, okay?

Were they intimate?

No, at least they didn't say they did.

But they did call him by his first name.

Cinzia, do some research on these two.

Sorry, what?

He was asking you to research Mr. and Mrs. Valle.

Where they were three days ago, how long they've--

Yes, I know how to research.

No need to treat me like an idiot. Okay, I'll do it.

Carlo, here's the check you asked me for.

Thanks.

Wait a second.

What is it?

I need to go somewhere.

Go? I set up three appointments for you

and one is in ten minutes.

Well, tell them I was injured in a shoot-out.

Yeah, but...

We've tracked down the car owner.

A guy who works outside of Rome.

He left it at the airport from Monday to Friday.

When he came back, it was gone.

Naturally. They wanted to be sure no one reported it.

Yes. The accident was on Tuesday, so...

So it's not hard to guess when it was stolen.

Traces? Fingerprints?

Benzi's doing what he can but it's not easy with a burnt-out car

and the parking lot was unsupervised, so no CCTV cameras.

But now that we have the car,

we can start again with the CCTV camera recordings

to see if the car was in the area that morning.

At least now we know what to look for.

How was it coming back here?

I was so certain I could do it.

Then I sat over there and broke down.

I basically spent half the morning trying not to look at

the screen I saw my son dying on.

Why don't you request a transfer?

It wouldn't mean giving up.

Yes, it would,

and you know it.

I don't mean another city, just the operations room.

And go where? To your police station?

Why not?

Why not?

Because you're already afraid even as you say it.

Let's forget it.

Thank you.

Hemorrhage from laceration of the hepatic vein.

We don't know the weapon.

Or rather, it was an unconventional object:

sharp with an irregular shape.

Also, the vein wasn't severed, so

it took minutes for him to lose consciousness

and even longer to die.

So, if they hadn't blocked his way to the exit--

He probably could have called for help.

Carlo?

There are permits to be signed.

Give me a chance to get to the office--

No, don't go to the office

since then you'll lock yourself in and not sign anything.

So, I'm staying here until you sign them.

I don't care if you want me to go away.

What's going on with Cinzia?

Nothing.

What do you mean, nothing?

Nothing, she's so tense that you can't be around her.

And what's happening with Malik?

With Malik?

What's happening between Malik and my daughter?

Have they started seeing each other again?

Is he trying again?

He's succeeded.

You free me from your agenda and I'll check up on them.

-Is this blackmail? -Yes.

I'll check up on them myself.

Off you go.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye.

Bye.

-Hi, Dad. -Hi, darling.

I'm off. I told Malik everything.

-Off? -I'm going to forensic medicine.

-Okay. -Bye.

Hello. I'm looking for Inspector Soprani.

I've been called in about the murder of Cosimo Pinai.

I'm Carlo Guerrieri. Hello.

Monica Porta, nice to meet you.

Inspector Soprani is over there.

-Thanks. -You're welcome.

May I?

Of course.

Hello. I'm Dr. Porta.

-Malik Soprani. -Nice to meet you.

-Have a seat. -Thank you.

Yes, the relationship with parents is always fundamental

but, in this case...

the death of his mother had a particularly traumatic impact

on Cosimo's stability.

In just a short time, he started to develop obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He was really...

distressed about forgetting.

-Is that why he had all those objects? -Yes.

Objects and diaries.

He kept diaries?

Yes. He wrote a lot.

Did he ever talk to you about someone he didn't get along or had problems with?

No, he never talked to me about it.

On the contrary, he talked to me about the opposite.

That he had fallen in love with a woman.

A woman he let into his home?

I don't know.

I have no idea who this woman was.

Could the woman have been a figment of his imagination?

No, I really don't think so.

Cosimo had a disorder but he wasn't delusional.

Besides that,

this infatuation was also why he agreed to get therapy.

He wanted to change, for love.

And was his goal realistic?

Why wouldn't it be?

Because it's hard to understand how a person can become like that.

Well, actually...

we all have something we can't let go of.

Regardless of the number of objects from the past we like to hang on to.

May I ask where you were three days ago?

Yes, of course.

I had appointments from 9 a.m. to 6 p.m.

and then I went to my father's place in Formello,

because he's unwell,

and I slept there.

The same thing the day before and the day after.

You can easily check.

Okay. We won't take up any more of your time.

Thanks for coming.

Thank you.

-Cantabella, would you show her out? -Yes, I'll show her out.

Ah, my bag.

-Until next time. -Goodbye.

The caretaker says that during her shifts,

she never saw other women go to Pinai's home,

apart from his sisters, obviously, and the therapist.

It was probably all in his head.

It might well have been in his head

but somebody killed him and we don't know why.

How was the research on the neighbors?

They seem okay.

The forensic scientists found Pinai's diaries.

There are about ten of them.

The murder weapon?

It hasn't shown up yet.

It's either among all the stuff to be moved

or whoever killed him took it with them.

I can't get this case into focus.

They didn't finish him off but they let him bleed to death,

closing off the exit.

What is it? Sadism, revenge, or what?

Perhaps they were interrupted while killing him.

Let's see what we get from these diaries.

Okay. I'll take care of it.

Good.

A few more minutes and we'll rinse it out.

-Hey. -It's me.

Yeah, I know.

Hang on while I go outside.

No, it'll be quick, don't...

I'll go out anyway.

Your wife is here, she looks really nice.

Listen, I sent you the car details, the place where it was stolen,

and pictures of it before the fire.

-You just have to find the thief. -Okay.

This story is worse than a serial novel.

Ottavia, a guy is dead.

Don't make stupid jokes!

You're right. Sorry.

Bye.

OK, I'll go. Bye.

Now that we have the car, at least we know what to look for.

I'm sorry about last night.

I'm sorry too, but today we'll celebrate.

What?

I don't know. We've been together ten years.

It must be the anniversary of something.

Like our first pizza.

Ah, I guess I'm in the way.

No, I figured you'd be happy.

You are never in the way, come here.

-Hi, Dad. -Hi, darling, I'm glad you're here.

Me too.

A toast with my girls.

One, two, eye contact, God forbid!

Yes, otherwise...

Meatballs, meatballs, meatballs...

Meatballs, look.

Yes, for me please.

-Wow, Cristina! -Just one?

Just one, thanks.

DISAPPEARANCE OF CLARA SOLDANI, THE YOUNG WIFE OF A POLICE OFFICER.

Is that watch new?

No, it's Moselli's son's watch.

His mother wanted me to have it after the accident.

I'll get dessert.

What happened?

Nothing, just little everyday disagreements.

The month you took to think is almost over.

What have you decided?

I took a bit more time.

On the one hand, I'd like to stay,

but on the other...

there's Malik.

No, Malik has nothing to do with it.

I know you, Alba.

I know when you're hiding something.

And you? What are you hiding from me?

Excuse me.

Wait a moment.

Sure.

-There you are! -Here's dessert.

Beautiful!

Okay, I'm on my way.

There's an emergency. I have to go.

Will they call me too in five minutes?

No, there are no corpses.

I'll try to be quick and I'll let you know if I'm late.

Well, we'll have dessert without you!

-Leave a piece for me! -I don't know!

-Bye, darling. -Bye!

I know, but on the other hand--

I married him.

-Hi. -Hi, Carlo.

I watched all the surveillance videos from the day Paolo died.

They started following him when he finished his shift.

You can see Paolo get into the car with his colleague Francesco.

As soon as they leave, a dark car comes up behind them, look!

See, it's stopped there.

Paolo comes out and the black car starts moving.

It was murder.

You were right.

They killed him!

Maybe Olga had really discovered something.

Yes, but what?

There were no mysteries in Paolo's life.

And at work, he never even led an investigation.

It's all here.

Maybe by enlarging, we can see who was in the car.

Thank you.

What for?

For not taking it off.

And for standing by me,

even when I'm...

out of my mind.

I say awful things and I'm full of rage.

Be quiet now, quiet.

I'm here. What do you need?

Alba Guerrieri.

Someone's been accessing her socials from a Swiss IP address.

You need to find out who it is.

And you really need my help with this crap?

Won't the fraud squad help you?

I can't ask them.

Nobody knows I'm looking for this person and no one must find out.

Okay. I'll check the IP address and call you as soon as I know.

-Bye. -Bye.

CALLS RECEIVED: MARTA 10:40 P.M.

Cri?

Cristina?

I left some breakfast for you.

Cristina, is everything alright?

Yes.

See you tonight.

Okay.

SUBJECT: REQUEST FOR TRANSFER TO THE MONTI DISTRICT POLICE STATION

Thanks for coming.

Thanks for seeing me at this time.

After you.

My days start a bit early.

Mine too, you know?

Please, let's not be formal, we are practically the same age.

What did you want to ask me?

Did Pinai allow you to read his diaries by any chance?

No, his diaries were his private space

and a great way for him to express his emotions, so

it would have been inappropriate to ask to see them.

Why do you ask?

Because there's one passage here that struck me.

"I was wrong to give her the ring.

Now she doesn't want to give it back, but she must."

I'm hoping you can tell me if he's referring

to the woman he'd fallen in love with.

No, I don't know, sorry.

Just one more question.

Do you think Pinai was someone who could easily be taken advantage of?

Well, I wouldn't say "easily"

because gaining his trust was certainly no walk in the park.

However, once you'd gained it...

So, someone he trusted with bad intentions--

Could have taken advantage of him, yes.

Thank you.

No problem.

Coffee?

Yes, gladly.

-Benzi, what's up? -Hi, Marta.

Did you manage?

Carlo asked me to tell you too.

In the enlargement of the film frame,

it's impossible to see who was in the car. Sorry.

-I understand. Thanks. -Bye.

I'm coming!

You're here early this morning.

I'm here!

Hi, Mario.

Hi, Carlo.

I thought it was the ball-breakers for the check.

I heard.

Want a coffee?

No, not now.

I need to talk to you.

Have they found more evidence against me?

No.

Marta's son's death was not an accident.

It was premeditated homicide.

He was followed to the florist and you know the rest.

It's absurd.

I hadn't seen Marta in 20 years and destiny--

Destiny has nothing to do with it.

There's something I haven't told you.

The day Olga disappeared,

I asked her to help with the investigation into Marta's son.

I fear she discovered something she didn't get around to telling me.

Mario, Olga could be dead because of me.

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

Let's say that understanding people just by looking at them

seems like an interesting possibility.

Well, observation is just part of it.

I talk to people and, above all, listen to them.

You can't understand someone just by observing them.

What a shame!

Excuse me.

Yes?

-We have big news on the Pinai case. -Okay, I'll meet you there.

Can you tell Carlo?

Of course, I'll tell Carlo.

Well, if you have to go now,

I'm the one saying, "What a shame!"

Well, you could cancel all your appointments and come with me.

It's about Cosimo.

Okay.

We didn't realize until we moved all the stuff out of the way.

-Hi, Vanelli. -Hello, Inspector.

It was totally hidden.

Did you know about it?

No.

So you knew nothing about this room.

No.

When we came to visit, we never went past the entrance.

What does this mean?

Well, it's another sign of Cosimo's difficulty leaving the past behind him.

I bet it's the same as it was when your mother was still alive, right?

It's identical, except for the painting.

Was it an important painting?

It was the only valuable thing my father left us.

Look, this was it.

Are you sure it was the only thing?

Was there a ring, by any chance?

My mother used to hide here

the few valuable things we had.

My mother's ring is missing.

Here are the neighbors', Mr. and Mrs. Valle's, bank records.

Apart from the wife's salary,

they have no income

and the account has been overdrawn for a while.

But a month ago, 20,000 euros were deposited by an auction house.

Look, if you want to suspend or report me, you're right to do so.

I know I didn't work hard or perform well on this case.

We wasted time because of me.

Where were the Valles when Pinai was killed?

She was in Milan and, from his cell,

it appears he was at home.

Okay.

Cinzia?

What's going on?

Nothing.

Trouble with Marco?

No, what's he got to do with it?

Perhaps it's Emma? A girl that age is very demanding.

No, really. I'm just a bit tired.

Maybe because it's spring.

It's summer, Cinzia.

Maybe because it's summer then.

Bring in the Valles

and, if you need to talk, I'm here.

Thanks.

So, our sources tell us you moved into the apartment opposite Pinai's

about three months ago, right?

Yes. Is there a problem?

And your own home was foreclosed.

We went through a difficult time.

And, in times of difficulty, a fairly valuable painting

and an old ring come in handy.

You don't think we killed Cosimo, do you?

"Cosimo"...

You're the only people in the building

who don't call him by his last name.

That's what he wanted.

Was he in love with you?

In love? He was crazy.

No, he wasn't crazy.

But I guess it made no difference to you when you took advantage of him.

He fell in love with her, she asked, and Cosimo gave.

We know nothing about the ring.

The painting, yes.

It really was a gift.

I would give it back and, in the morning,

I'd find it on the doormat again.

Three, four, five times.

I eventually got fed up and gave it to an auction house.

Perhaps it was wrong but the money came in handy.

Auction house.

They were telling the truth.

The auction house confirmed that the 20,000 euros were just for the painting.

They could still have the ring.

It's not enough to arrest them.

So, what do you want to do?

What do you think, Malik? Send them home.

-You can go. -Thank you.

-Until next time. -Thank you.

Are you doing overtime?

It was my mistake, I need to solve it.

If you want, I can give you a hand.

If you want to.

Wait, maybe there's no need.

GOLD PURCHASE TRANSACTION RECEIPT

Look what I found.

How did you get to the sister?

Thinking about the motive.

Money, vengeance, love.

Excluding the Valles,

there were only three other people in Cosimo Pinai's life

and none had to do with love.

So I focused on money and vengeance.

Good work, Cinzia.

Thanks.

What do you want to do?

Shall we bring in the sisters?

-Get them to come tomorrow morning. -Okay.

Will you go home now?

-Could you please take her? -Sure.

Thanks.

-See you tomorrow. -Bye.

-Hi. -Hi.

I came over to see how you are and...

How are you?

Well, I mean, I don't know.

But I'm happy to see you.

Well, let's go upstairs.

No, Marta.

I mean, I'd really like to, to be honest, but...

but perhaps it's not a good idea.

I don't regret anything, Marta, but...

I don't want it to happen again

and it's not easy.

The beautiful thing is that it's all written on your face.

I feel how you feel, Carlo.

You don't want to betray Cristina,

and I don't want to betray my pain.

I mean, I don't want to feel as good as I do with you.

So...

I'd say we're even.

Cri?

Cristina?

-Carlo? -Hey!

Hi.

Chinese.

Don't you feel like it?

I feel like it.

"So I realized I was wrong to give her the ring."

He's talking about our mother's ring, which is missing.

So, he gave it away?

I don't know, you tell us. Did he?

Sorry, are you accusing us of something?

Elena, these guys are grasping at straws.

Let's go!

Miss, please stay seated.

Do you know what this is?

No, what is it?

Are you going to tell her or should we?

It's a gold trader's receipt

and, taped to the back, is the photographed document of the seller.

Have you gone crazy?

Our mother's ring?

1,900 euros in cash,

which her bank says was transferred internationally

to a certain Lisa Sciuri, Sydney, Australia.

Can you tell us why?

Wasn't she your former flatmate?

If I'm not mistaken, she wanted to open an ice-cream shop.

Is that why you're doing the course?

Valeria, you took the ring to go to Australia?!

There's an ice-cream shop.

It's small but maybe Lisa and I could have bought it together.

Italian ice-cream is snapped up there.

But a ring...

isn't much to buy an ice-cream shop.

It takes more than that.

I tried to tell him it was time to sell the apartment.

To share the money with his sisters.

But my brother would never have left.

I picked up the first thing I could find.

I think it was an old curtain rail.

I said he cared more about that stuff than his family.

But he grabbed the other side of the rail.

He was yelling and pulling...

and he pierced himself.

It was an accident.

And leaving him there to die?

Was that an accident too?

What do you know about it?

Good work!

Why good? I only put together all the stuff the others found.

But it was you putting it together.

Cinzia?

These are for you.

My rights. Read them carefully.

Your rights? What are you talking about?

Rights that I hope you'll respect,

without involving courts, lawyers, DNA...

Tell me.

Have you found her?

Send me all the details.

Yes.

No!

Oh, fuck!

Carlo?

Hey, Benzi.

The car that hit Paolo Moselli...

On the pedals, I found asbestos fibers,

like at Muzo's house and in Olga's lungs.

You were right: it's the same murderer.

I knew Mario was innocent.

Alba?

In her office.

Thanks.

Hey.

You found her?

Yes.

Thank you.

Thank you.