All language subtitles for Carlo.and.Malik.S02E07.Quanto.E.Difficile.Cambiare.1080p.NF.WEB-DL.DD+5.1.x264-iKA_eng

-Good morning, welcome back.
-Thanks.

-Welcome back.
-Thank you.

Muzo, welcome back!

-Thank you.
-I knew it.

We sorted it right away.

It's all good, right?

Welcome back.

Thank you.

Welcome back, Mario.

-Hey.
-Welcome back!

Hi!

The lawyer told me everything.

-So, you were right.
-Yeah.

The pedals of the car that ran over
Marta's son had traces of asbestos.

So, whoever killed Paolo,

killed Olga as well.

And I feel like shit.

It's not your fault,
we've already talked about this.

I'm sorry.

The Commissioner's moved up the meeting,
you need to go now.

-OK.
-Go.

Thanks.

Do you know her?

From the newspapers.

She's the colleague who
was killed by her husband.

No, the husband is innocent.

Her death is linked to Paolo's.

It wasn't an accident, Francesco.

That morning someone followed you.

They waited for Paolo to get out
of the car, and you know the rest.

This is the car.

-Did you see anything?
-No.

Otherwise, I'd have said so.

What was Paolo like?

He was a quiet guy.
He asked me to drop him in Via Foscolo.

He had to buy some flowers
for his mother's birthday.

Did he have a girlfriend or a friend
he could have shared secrets with?

No, I don't think so.

Any problems with someone
you had pulled over, any threats?

That's what we're going to do:

you take a couple of days off while we
think which department you should move to.

No patrols for a while.

And if you notice anything,
no matter what, let us know.

-Am I in danger?
-No.

But better safe than sorry.

-Bye, Francesco.
-Good bye.

Things are getting complicated.

We should discuss what to do next.

"We"? What do you mean?
It was us who did all the work.

I meant... let's keep collaborating
and sharing info...

Commissioner.

-Can I buy you a coffee?
-Gladly.

PHONE RECORDS AND TRACKING

The timings don't add up, Carlo.

You gave Paolo's laptop and phone
to Olga in the morning,

and she disappeared that evening.

He is right. Olga can't have died
for what you asked her to do.

Besides, if she'd found out something,
she'd have had enough time to tell you.

Fine, we're missing something,

but the two cases are linked,
I'm sure about this.

Are we sure Olga and the guy
hadn't met before, even accidentally?

-I mean, you knew Marta.
-I didn't even know she was back in Rome.

But it all started
from the death of Marta's son,

so we also need to start with him.

Excuse me?

-A body's been found in Via Lettore.
-Thank you. Let's go.

Cinzia, check this. The Flying Squad
might have missed something.

They got it all wrong, actually.

Your words, not mine.

Hey, we'll find them, don't worry.

-What do you want?
-An answer.

Is Emma my daughter?

Those documents I gave you
contained my rights.

I tossed them in the shredder.

I've got work to do.

Good morning.

You go ahead. Call me if you need me.

-Marco, I'll drive.
-Sure.

-Hi, Marta.
-Hi, Carlo.

-Let's go grab a coffee.
-OK.

-We have some news.
-My son's colleague told me.

-He didn't tell me much, but--
-Asbestos fibers.

The fibers that Olga breathed in were also
found in the car which ran over your son.

-I was going to tell you.
-But you didn't.

The thing is,
it's all too damn complicated.

For me, too.

If you think what happened between us
was a mistake--

What happened wasn't a mistake.

But it's got nothing to do
with the investigation.

What do you want me to do?

Let me decide
what to share with you and when.

Alright.

Muzo!

Hey!

I'm happy to see you, though not here.

Thank you.

How is it going here?

Have you identified the body?

Paola De Vecchio, 45, social worker.

From her position we can tell she crawled
towards her phone to call for help.

-How many people were there?
-We don't know yet.

I'd rule out a robbery.

Her wallet was in her purse with 50 euro
or more inside.

-And she's still wearing a gold necklace.
-Alright.

-Hey.
-Hey. Hi.

-How are you?
-Alright.

Welcome back.

Thank you.

Guys, you can start.

-I forgot the camera. I'll be right back.
-Fine.

-Who's that?
-Enea. My assistant.

Nice guy, I like him.

I'm going to help Cantabella
with the neighbors.

Now you have Muzo's blessing.

Drop it, Malik.

So, what did you decide?

Are you going?

I am.

I think so.

Knowing where she is
doesn't mean you have to go to her.

Thank you for your help,
I couldn't have done it without you,

but it's my business.

Fine.

-Hello?
-Davide.

-Yeah.
-It's Malik.

-Hi!
-I need a favor.

-Go ahead.
-Alba Guerrieri.

Can you let me know
if she books a trip to Switzerland?

Fine.

Let me know if a guy called Enea Chiesa
goes with her.

-Alright.
-Thank you.

-I owe you one. Bye.
-Bye.

She worked in the women's shelter
in Tiburtina.

She lived alone, but we found
two plates and two glasses in the sink.

-The neighbors?
-No one saw nor heard anything.

Except for the one living opposite,
who saw her just after 9 p.m.

-She said she had a work meeting.
-Was she alone?

She said she was, but she also said
the victim left the lights and the TV on

and that after about an hour

she heard the door closing
and the lift going down, so...

So, the person who had dined with her
stayed here.

Exactly.

But doing what?

REPORTING IS A DUTY

We found something.

There are traces of blood in the sink
and a towel covered in blood.

ROME'S POLICE HEADQUARTERS
CONTROL ROOM

-Chief, I was looking for you.
-Yes?

I need to talk to you.

I can't stand staying in there
a minute longer.

I'm going crazy,
I keep seeing the same picture.

I need you to help me speed up
the process for my transfer.

They should at least send me an answer
to my request.

Can I have your ID
so I can write down your name?

Thank you.

Can I?

I just want to share the first findings.

She died between 11 pm
and 1 am this morning,

from a beating.

She was punched
and kicked with work boots,

like those worn by construction workers.

Did she defend herself?

She couldn't.

She was probably kicked in the back
and knocked down.

At that point, she was harmless,
but she used her arms to shield herself.

That's all for now.

So they're already having you debrief us?

You're moving up fast.

Maybe it's because
I'm the tutor's boyfriend.

It's not easy being with her.

I don't blame her.
She just came out of a bad relationship.

-What do you know about that?
-Not much, actually.

I can tell you one thing, though.

When I care for someone,
I want them to move forward.

You shouldn't have helped her
with her mother.

Bye, Mario.

Bye.

-Bye.
-Bye.

According to her phone records,

De Vecchio stayed at home
until about 9:15 p.m.,

then went out and went to
the commercial area in Via Fratti,

and stayed there for about 40 minutes.

But we don't know with whom and why.

Still, we know that at 10:19 p.m.
she was back at home.

The neighbor heard someone
leave the apartment

and take the lift down around that time,

maybe that person is also her killer.

Was she married? Did she have a partner?

She wasn't married,

and sure enough she didn't have
a stable relationship,

since the neighbors didn't mention anyone.

It's Benzi.

The DNA on the towel belongs to a man.

It was also on the glass and the cutlery.

He detected his fingerprints from there,
but they aren't in the system.

A social worker without a diary,
don't you find it weird?

Yes, but we didn't find it,
neither at home nor in the bag.

But she must have had one.

As for me, I wish I didn't have a diary,
but one just landed on me

-and it's not even mine. Hello?
-Whose is it?

Sorry, the director can't come
to the phone.

Let me check his availability.

I think I'll go to the women's shelter,
what do you think?

-Good idea, I'll come with you.
-I can handle it.

I'll be your driver then.

We're all very upset.
Paola was an amazing person.

She came in the morning with her bike
and brought croissants for all.

What was her job?

She was an intermediary
between the shelter

and the safehouses where we host
women who have reported abuse.

Here.

This was her office.

Did she ever receive threats?

All social workers do.

We try to fix things,
but people blame us for destroying them.

People see us as those who persuade women
to report issues when there is no need.

Do you remember any threat
that she received?

I don't think so,
but we keep records of everything.

Text messages, emails,
anonymous letters, everything.

-We are going to need them.
-OK.

We need the records of the cases
she was working on.

Alright.

Look, do you know
if she had a relationship?

I don't think so, she would have told me.

From her diary I can see
that yesterday she had an appointment

at 9:30 p.m. with a woman, Laura Rotani.

-Do you know her?
-Never heard of her.

She could be a woman seeking help?

I don't think so.

She would have sent her to me.

She took over after agreements
had been made.

Do you know if she had another diary?

She always carried around
a light-blue one, with a leather binding.

Only a beast could do something like this.

Are you running away again?

I am. But this time I admit it,
unlike other times.

-I can't take it.
-I need to talk with someone.

I'm talking with you.

-I don't have the tools to help you.
-But you have the tools to replace me.

-Is she leaving again?
-Yes.

How can I tell her that I'm going away
for two days?

So you've decided.

You're leaving tomorrow?

What did you and Malik talk about?
I mean, besides the debrief on the body.

It's been about four and a half hours.

What?

The time it took you
to find the courage to ask me.

Why don't you ask him?
Isn't he coming with you?

No. This is something
I need to sort out on my own.

-Can you help me turn her over?
-Yes.

Check out this scar.

UNKNOWN USER

"...a request for recognition
of parental rights for Emma Cantabella."

-How's it going with the records?
-Bad.

Bad. I can't even see straight and I'm
getting confused with all these numbers.

Could it be that you're pregnant?

You're cranky,
just like you were when expecting Emma.

Me, pregnant?

How can I get pregnant
if you always fall asleep?

You mean, we fall asleep.

Not just me.

Found her!

Laura Rotani, 58 years old,

check-out assistant
at the mall in Via Fratti.

We agreed to meet at 9:30 p.m.

because it was the only time
we were both available.

Still, Paola De Vecchio
didn't take violence reports.

Well, she did it with me.

I mean, it wasn't an actual report.

I didn't sign anything.
But she heard me out.

About what?

In that parking lot,

there's often a gypsy woman

begging for money.

She has a girl with her,

she's probably around eight or ten
and often has bruises.

I wanted to know what could be done.

So, last night we met at the cafe
in front of the mall.

She said she was going to figure out
what she could do

and she would have called me back.

How long were you at the cafe for?

Half an hour, maybe more.

Did she seem...

don’t know, worried about something,
or was she OK?

No, she seemed OK.

Alright.

-Hi, Francesco.
-Inspector.

Come in.

What's up?

I recalled something that happened
before the accident.

-Maybe it's got nothing to do with it...
-Before, when?

A week before.

Maybe I should inform the Commissioner,
but I want to talk to you first.

Of course, tell me.

We were at a roadblock
and Paolo got a phone call.

After he answered he walked away from me,
speaking in Neapolitan.

Did you talk about it?

No, but he was tense.

When our shift was over,
he asked me for a lift to Primavalle.

I dropped him in front of a cafe.

Do you remember the address?

Via 5 Maggio.

Thank you.

I checked the X-rays, you were right.
You can run to the police station.

Thank you.

Giovanna, look...

Tomorrow and the day after
I'm going to be away.

And you tell me now?

I wasn't sure. I've just made up my mind.

What do you have to do?

I can't tell you.

Look, I told you today that I need help.

-Yeah, but it's only for two days.
-Only?

Only two days? Why don't you just leave
and don't come back?

I'm sorry.

That was out of line, but...

I think I'm having a break-down.

I'm struggling.

Look, I'm not a jerk,

it's my disease, my problem,
that makes me like this.

You should do something for this problem.

See? These are signs of repeated abuses
that happened many years ago.

How can you tell she was abused?

Because they are uncommon fractures,

we consider them abuse signals.

And how can you tell they aren't recent?

From the calcification.

And the scar on the wrist.

Benzi said she tried to grab her phone
to call for help.

Yeah, it's likely. She died slowly.

If only that bastard
had called an ambulance,

she would have survived.

Excuse me, Chief. The Commissioner's here.

How about you let him in, uh?

You know, he's the Commissioner.

-I'm going to go.
-Bye, love.

How about lunch together, tomorrow?

-I'll let you know. Bye.
-OK, bye.

Bye.

Let's check if De Vecchio
had reported any abuse, uh?

-I got it.
-OK.

-What does the Commissioner want now?
-I have no idea.

-Good morning.
-Morning.

-Good morning, Guerrieri.
-Chief.

Don't flatter yourself, I came in person
because I had a meeting nearby.

-Please, sit down.
-No, I'm in a rush.

I just got this. It's urgent.

Naturally, I have the final say, but...
I want your opinion.

TRANSFER REQUEST
FOR MARTA MASELLI

You know her.

I'm not sure transferring her here
would be ideal,

considering the investigation
into her son's death.

-Hello.
-What can I get you, girl?

-Don't call me girl.
-Can I get you anything?

No. Listen...

I just need information.

Have you ever seen him?

Wait, are you a cop?

-Yes. Now, have you seen him?
-Yes, he came here a few times.

-Alone?
-He used to arrive alone.

But someone was waiting for him.

Was it him?

Thank you.

TRANSFER REQUEST

Can I come in?

Mario.

Look, I found nothing, no reports,

but from 1996 to 2004
she was often admitted to the ER.

Back then she lived with a guy,
Agostino Soggi.

In 2004 she moved to the apartment
where we found her

and she stopped falling down the stairs.

-Is he in the system?
-No, she never reported him.

But he works in an electronics store
in Pigneto.

Bring him in.

Look, Carlo...

-I need to ask you a favor.
-Tell me.

I still haven't gotten my old phone back.

-I've got all of Olga's pictures there.
-Sure, I'll ask Benzi.

Thank you.

-Did you tell Marta that the deaths--
-She already knew.

When you saw her this morning,
your expression changed.

I know you very well. What's going on?

She requested to be transferred here.

Is this the problem?

No.

The problem's that I've lost my mind.

But I'll get it back.

I think.

OK, bye.

Matteo?

Look, I haven't actually thrown
the papers away.

I've read them a hundred times.

-You can't ask for Emma's recognition.
-Why not?

Emma is my daughter.

-For me and Marco, it would mean--
-I don't care. I'm thinking about Emma.

She has the right to know.
And I have the right to see her grow up.

-You could have thought about it earlier.
-Maybe. But it doesn't matter, legally.

-Hi, Cinzia.
-Hey.

Carlo is in the interrogation room.

I can call him,
but I'm not sure he can come.

Don't worry, he just forgot the keys.

Can I leave them in the office?

-Go ahead. The door is open.
-OK.

-Are you OK?
-Yeah. Yeah, I am. Sorry...

I'm... just a little tired.

-Fine.
-OK.

Bye.

DARLING...

"Transfer request
to Rione Monti police station.

The undersigned Marta Moselli..."

This is what you did last night.

And we also have the X-rays
of when you beat her up.

I... told her goodbye when she left
and I haven't seen her since.

Still, it looks pretty much
like your own beating style.

The forensic scientists...
found this in your house.

I install antennae.

I spend the whole day on roofs,
I have to wear them.

They also found a blood-stained shirt.

-I cut myself while fixing her shutters.
-Did you get back together?

No.

We met every now and then.

We hung out together occasionally.

Last night,

I wanted to take her to dinner,
but she had a meeting,

so she suggested we could eat something
at her place.

I'm going to rephrase the sentence.
May I?

You made a pass at her, she refused you,
and you got pissed.

No, that's not true.

Let me see... you spend eight years
together and you beat her repeatedly

and now she invites you to dinner
and you fix her shutters.

Because she trusted me.

She helped me get treated.

-So you were ill, you weren't a jerk?
-I know.

I was an animal.

I ruined her life, but I changed.

A few years ago,
Paola met Ferri at the shelter.

-Who's that?
-A therapist. He treats abusive men.

She asked me if I wanted to talk to him.
He's been treating me for five years.

Why did you stay in the apartment?

The shutter broke
while she was locking up,

so I offered to stay and fix it.

Hello?

Guerrieri, the fingerprints found
in the garage match with Soggi's shoes.

Thank you.

It was someone from
the forensic science team.

Your fingerprints were found in the
garage, too. Something broken there?

No, but I went there.

I helped her out whenever I could.

I've tried to make up for what
I hadn't done when we were together.

He's a saint, this one.

"Your friend is leaving now, alone."

-What are you thinking?
-Nothing. I'm just having breakfast.

Are you mad at me?

Why, should I be?

No.

Have a nice day.

Thank you.

-See you later.
-Bye.

LEAVE REQUESTS

-Hey, Carlo and Muzo are waiting for you.
-I'm going.

I swear that if he doesn’t sign
this stuff, I'm going to resign.

Are you sure I haven't signed
them already?

I wouldn't ask you if you had.

The prosecutor has confirmed the arrest
of De Vecchio's former partner.

What about the boots?

Still no words on them,
but the blood on the shirt was his,

and it was also found on the kitchen
windowsill and the shutter string.

At least he didn't lie about that.

The mystery of the missing diary
still remains, though.

Maybe Soggi threw it away.

Maybe.

Hey, did you at least read
these papers you're making me sign?

It doesn't really matter,
the liability is yours anyway.

You're arguing back

because you're hoping to piss me off
and get a suspension, uh?

Well, sorry to disappoint you, Cantabella.
Me and you, we are one.

We're...

-thick as thieves, yeah.
-And I'm the thief.

-What?
-Nothing.

Hurry up.

-Thank you.
-An hour wasted signing papers.

He hates me.

-Excuse me.
-Cinzia.

A few days before dying, Marta's son
received a call from a cafe in Primavalle

and according to his phone records,
he was there.

-Do you have the address?
-Yes.

Police. Do you know him?

You cops should find a way
to avoid doing the same job twice.

Why? Who else came?

A colleague of yours,
she showed me the pictures of two guys.

One was him.

So he did come here.

They both did, actually.
The other one came here twice.

He made a call,
then he came back in the evening.

The other guy joined him,
they started arguing, but then they left.

Haven't seen them since.

The guy who made the call,
could you describe him?

Your colleague came prepared,
she had his picture.

-I can, though.
-Thank you.

-Benzi?
-Yes, Carlo.

I need one of your guys for a sketch.

-Now?
-Yes, thanks.

-I'm sending you the address. Bye.
-Alright, bye.

NAPLES

-Hey. Hi.
-Hi.

Come in.

Sorry for coming over.

Your colleagues said you were home.

-I tried to call you, but...
-Yeah, I turned off my phone.

That's right.

-Do you want some ice tea? Come.
-Yes, thanks.

Sorry, you probably wanted
to be on your own.

No, don't worry about it.

What is it? What's wrong?

I think your dad is cheating on me.

My dad?

No way, that's impossible.

-He's not that guy.
-He's in love with Marta.

All it took me to understand it
was seeing them together once.

Did...

Did you talk to him about this?

No.

I wanted to leave at first,
but then I couldn't bring myself to it.

I froze.

You need to tell him.

You need to talk about it.

You need to know.

I know.

What if he says it's true?
What am I going to do? Uh?

Thank you for seeing me.

After what happened to Paola,
it was the least I could do.

How can I help you?

You could start by telling me
what type of relationship you two had.

-Come in.
-Thank you.

I know that some men connected
with the women she dealt with

-have become your patients.
-And they're still too few.

That's not what Paola did,
being an intermediary, I mean.

She just gave me some cases.

It's usually the lawyers
of the reported men

who advise their clients
to come to me to start therapy.

-That's not the case for Agostino Soggi.
-Indeed.

Paola introduced me to him.

-Are you aware they were dating again?
-Yes.

He is a changed man.

Really.

-So much that he risks a 20-year sentence.
-He can't be the killer.

-Let me talk to him.
-That's impossible now.

Look, I'm not infallible,

but I've learned to measure how dangerous
the men I'm treating are,

and I can assure you Soggi
isn't a dangerous person.

Then help me understand...

or look elsewhere.

-Good morning.
-Morning.

Where are Muzo and Malik?

I don't know about Muzo, but Malik is off.

-Who gave him the authorization?
-You, who else?

Are you sure?

Check this out.

-Who is it?
-It should be Michele Lizzetto.

A friend of Paolo,
Marta told me about him.

He isn't in the system,

so I want you to find his picture somehow
and compare it with this sketch, OK?

I know it won't be easy, Cinzia.

You've reached Marta,
leave me a message, thanks.

It's over, Gaetano. You're under arrest.

-Inspector, you're back.
-Only for a few days.

-I need your help.
-Anything you need.

I need to talk to Michele.

The guy that Marta's son met at the cafe
is Michele Lizzetto.

-Should I call Naples' police?
-No, I'll take care of it.

Since he was Paolo's friend,
maybe we should talk with his mother.

His mother turned off her phone
and is working on her own.

She also went to the cafe
to ask questions.

Hey.

Great job.

Can I come in?

-Hey.
-Hi, Cinzia.

I was thinking you too ditched me.

I went to see the therapist who's treating
Soggi. He thinks he's innocent.

He probably doesn't want
to admit he failed.

He's a therapist, not a magician.
But someone else's therapy didn't work.

Look.

She's Anna Conte.

Who would do such a thing?

The guy underneath. Her husband.

Filippo Conte.

She reported him a year ago.

He started therapy three months ago,
but he's inconsistent, aggressive.

Ferri reported him several times,
he's dangerous.

And his wife was brought to a safehouse.

Wait, De Vecchio and this animal here
shouldn't have come into contact.

You are absolutely right.

But unfortunately

there was an intermediary.

-Here.
-Come in.

-You'll get me fired.
-No way, you're doing your duty.

It's not a pretty sight.

I know.

You know, we couldn't find
the gypsy woman and the little girl.

We were there a whole day.

-She doesn't come every day.
-But you know what we found?

Your son's name among De Vecchio's cases.

-Filippo Conte is your son, isn't he?
-What's he got to do with this?

That's for you to explain.

Please, sit.

Do these pictures upset you?

What about this one?

She's your daughter-in-law, isn't she?
She's fine, but it was a close call.

There's no gypsy woman,
no little girl with bruises.

All lies.

Filippo.

Filippo asked me to talk to her,
it's true.

I made up that story
because if I had told her the truth,

De Vecchio would have never met me.

He wanted me to convince her
to let him talk with his wife,

-but De Vecchio said no, and I left.
-Where was Filippo?

At home. Then I got back and told him
what she had said, and that's it.

-He was in the parking lot.
-No, I swear. He was at home.

-We tracked his phone.
-Filippo waited in the car park.

When you told him what De Vecchio said,
he hurried to her place,

and waited for her.

When she arrived
he went to the garage and did this!

Just because he wanted to know
where the safehouse was,

-and he took the diary!
-He's sorry!

He's sorry, Mario!

He didn't mean to!

Are you going to arrest him now?

No, we're going to give him a prize.
Take her away.

Let's go.

-Come on.
-And bring in her son.

You are free.

For what it's worth, I owe you an apology.

I don't deserve it.

Do they bugged Muzo's phone?

Olga's and his.

So they knew everything.
His jealousy, the restaurant...

Try to imagine being bugged.

Right?
The result is the same,

but depending on where the phone is,
not only can they hear,

they can also see.

I'VE JUST ARRIVED IN GENEVA

"I've just arrived in Geneva!
Sorry, I was horrible to you."

I LOVE YOU

"Whatever happens...

you tried. Take care."

Alba!

Are you following me now?

I wish I could tell you I just happened
to walk by, but you wouldn't believe me.

Screw you, Malik.

You look beautiful when you laugh.

I'm shaking, I don't know if I can do it.

I'm coming with you.

Only until the front door, I promise.
Then I'll disappear, if you want.

Thank you.

Come on.

Hello?

Hello.
Does Clara Ballinari live here?

Yes, but she's not here.

Do you want to leave a message?

No, thanks.

-Bye.
-Alright. Bye.

Let's come back tomorrow.

Come in.

-Sorry to disturb you.
-Not at all.

Well?

Was it Filippo?

Yes, it was Filippo.

-I just wanted to thank you for the help.
-I did everything I could.

And I'd also like to take
some more of your time.

Please.

-How does it work?
-You sit there.

And I sit in front of you.

My wife was murdered.

About 20 days ago.

I haunted her with my jealousy.

I need someone I can look in the eyes

to understand how I feel.

Hey!

You can't sleep either?

Do you want to go get a drink?

I'm too nervous.

Wait.

It's mini-bar cold,
meaning that they're warm.

Oh, well...

Better than nothing.

It's horrible.

You're not beautiful only when you laugh.

You're always beautiful, damn you.

I'll never forgive you
for ruining everything.

Nor will I.

What scares me the most
is if she pretends to be someone else.

To not recognize me.

It won't happen.

How do you know?
She never looked for me, all these years.

She did, in her own way.

What do you mean?

For some time, someone has been visiting
your social media page anonymously,

and browses through your pictures
hundreds of times.

That's how I found her.

Really?

Yeah.

I miss you so much.

"I need to do this on my own."

Can I recommend something else?
Something to eat, maybe?

No, thank you.

-Everything OK, mom?
-Yes.

Who's that? Do you know her? No?