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Nunzio?

Where are you? It's me.

Where are you, Nunzio?

What have you done, huh?
Another night like this?

I told you I would handle
that lining; I would have taken

care of it, but you're stubborn
and don't listen to anyone.

Alright then.

Nunzio? Where are you?

Nunzio?

Nunzio... Nunzio!

Nunzio...

Idi Barak, born in Tehran in '64.

Wanted in eight countries for
murder, kidnapping, and terrorism.

For three years,
Interpol has lost his trail.

It's as if he has
retired from business.

What was he
doing with Squillace?

I don't know, but if a fugitive of that
caliber is on the move, there's a reason.

What do we know
about his activities in Italy?

There's something from 2012.

The Public Prosecutor's
Office in Foggia included

him in an investigation
for money laundering.

Ah!

Maybe it's the
connection with Squillace.

No, but he was active and had
many connections in the Foggia region.

They got in touch that way.

If we understand how,
we also understand what they want to do.

Let's sift through what we have
on the investigation.

See if you find anything.
- Yes.

Squillace is crazy,
but he's not stupid.

No, but he could make a
wrong move. In the meantime,

I'll notify the Coast
Guard and call Piras.

Okay.

Let's go.

- Here.
- Thanks, Otta'.

- Good morning! Can I help you?
- We need to see the deputy commissioner.

Yes, unfortunately, he's in a meeting.
He doesn't want to be disturbed.

- Could you move, please?
- Come on, come on!

Doctor, I'm a newcomer,
they get angry.

- Wait...
- Is he done? - Yes.

Go ahead.

Oh! Dr. Poggiari, good morning.

Why are you here?

I have a search warrant
for the Police Station.

Search there and there.

- A warrant?
- Yes.

Your colleague,
Inspector Giuseppe Lojacono.

Yes, but I don't understand.

I have evidence that he's still alive.
I've been on his trail for days.

One of the places he could hide
is right here in Pizzofalcone.

What evidence are
you talking about?

His fingerprints were
on the clothes of a dead

man. Either it's connected,
or he needs to explain.

- There's no one over there.
- Not even on the terrace.

Unfortunately, we thought
Lojacono was dead.

I can't understand
what we're talking about.

Doctor! Hey!

If you think we're hiding
a wanted man, even a colleague?

- What's going on here?
- There's my bathroom.

- This little door?
- It's just a utility room.

It's closed; we never open it.

Open it.

- I don't even know if I have the keys.
- I'll throw it down.

What throw it down!
Let me look for it, okay?

I don't even know if it's there.

- Officer, proceed.
- Hey, hey, hey! Hold on.

I found it. I found it.

See that? It's an empty room.

What's here?

It's a room I used when...
I worked the night shift.

You see.

There are documents,
old papers, paperwork.

This... is all encrusted.
Who knows how long it's been there.

Doc'...

Are you satisfied now?

I'd be more satisfied
if you had put Lojacono in jail.

If he shows up, you're obliged
to notify me immediately.

- Certainly. - I'll show up soon.
Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Otta', we need to be
much more careful, all of us.

You're right,
we all need to be more careful.

Doctor.

- Everything okay? - Everything's okay.
- What's up?

There's been a murder
on Vico San Liborio.

Ah...

Thank you.

- Oh, Roma'!
- Finally!

The forensics team has been
waiting for us for fifteen minutes.

I know, sorry.

- I had a delay. Let's go.
- What's happening? Huh?

You don't have to tell me anything?

Thoughts.

Thoughts... or problems with Rosaria?

No, what does Rosaria have to do with it?

Serafino... Serafino, the child.

- Well?
- Uh...

It puts me in a difficult
position. I have to be

careful how I speak; I can't
be intimate with my wife.

Why?
- Why do you think?

At that age, children are much more
intelligent than you think.

You say that because you don't have one.

Roma'! Roma', stop.
I said something stupid, sorry.

I don't understand you, believe me.

You say you want a child, and now that
you have one at home, it weighs on you.

I know, sorry, I
said something stupid.

Being free doesn't mean
stopping taking care of others.

If only I had your problem.
Let's go, come on.

Shall we go?

When his mother comes to pick him up,
you'll miss him. Of course you will!

I insist, photos of everything.

- Doctor.
- What an ugly business!

- Why so much blood?
- He was hit straight in the heart.

I can already tell you he died
between 10 and 12 hours ago.

There are no signs of a struggle.

Murder weapon?

I think scissors, a pair
is missing over there.

- Where are you going?
- I'm the owner's brother.

- They killed him...
- I'll accompany him.

Colleague?
What do we know about the victim?

Nunzio Coppola, the owner.
The cutter found him on the floor.

The cutter? Who is he?

He cuts fabrics,
Vincenzo Cammarota.

- Where is he now? - In the sitting room.
- Let's go talk to him.

Show him to me!

- Who is this? - Pasquale Coppola,
the victim's brother.

Nunzio...
- I'm sorry, but he can't stay here.

How did it happen?

- He can't stay here, I'm sorry.
- How did it happen?

Last night, he had sent me away
a little earlier.

I thought he had stayed all night
to finish that jacket there.

His father had taught him,
may his soul rest in peace.

"Punctuality
in delivery is the first thing."

I called him, I called him...

"Nunzio? Nunzio?"

- I called him...
- Calm down, calm down.

Vincenzo raised us
like a father.

Thanks to him,
the tailoring business prospered.

In its heyday, orders
came from all over Europe.

Even from America.

Do you have any idea who might have
done it, someone had a grudge against him?

Everyone loved Nunzio.

Do you remember if he had
any appointments last night?

I don't know.

They are the tailors; I only help
with some adjustments.

- Anyway, Nunzio had a planner,
right? - Yes. It's on the table.

- Where?
- Right on the table.

- Has anything strange happened
these days? - I don't know...

Yes, yes!
The front door was open.

- Nunzio always kept it closed.
- On which table? There's nothing.

- Check in the drawer.
- Ah, in the drawer... - Hey!

- Is it there, Roma'? - Found it.
- There, see?

My Nunzio was precise.

I found it.

If you allow, I'll take
him home; he's devastated.

- Of course. Stay available.
- Certainly. - Thank you.

Whoever killed my brother...
must pay for it.

- Let's go.
- Thank you.

- You look so handsome, like an actor.
- Hey! What are you doing here?

I live here.
- At this hour, are you still here?

I have the day off.

- You have to leave! - What?
- You have to leave right away!

Don't you have an
appointment with... Svetlana?

Her name is Stefania!

- See you at lunch.
- Instead, you see each other at breakfast.

I'm expecting guests.

Expecting guests! That's
why you're dressed so well.

- The perfume!
- None of your business!

- Do you want me to put on pants?
- Put them on... for the stairs. Go!

- Hi, Giorgio. Hi, Marco.
- Hi, Anna, good morning.

- Teresa! - Hi, Gio'.
- The famous Teresa!

- In this house, we only talk
about her. - Oh, really? Is she your son?

What a son! Don't joke.
He's a friend...

Nice to meet you, Marco Aragona,
Officer Marco Aragona.

- Another cop?
- Yes. Come, Teresa. He's in a hurry.

Hi, Marco.

Thanks, it was a pleasure.
He put on cologne...

Ouch! I'm in a hurry,
I'll get dressed for the stairs.

Bye, bye.

- What a lively house!
- I'm hosting him temporarily.

- He lost his house, and...
- A "co-housing"!

I can't tell you that...
Come, come. I'll show you the way.

"Womanizer."

How do you concentrate like that?

I have an exam in two weeks,
I'm behind on the syllabus.

Look at the sunshine outside.

Yes, it's beautiful, but later I have
to go to work. Time is short.

- Is it short for me too?
- It's short for everything.

- For a kiss?
- For that, it depends.

On what?

If the kiss is short,
if the kiss is long...

This is the short one.

The long one?

- Who is it?
- You did well. - Hi.

I just wanted to see what Luciano looks
like. He's a good guy. He checked Ottavia.

Until this story is over,
Marinella is in good hands.

- When will it be over?
- When we catch Squillace.

My reserve of optimism
has run out.

Today, we were almost caught.

- But it didn't happen.
- We were lucky.

Poggiari is not one to stop.

- He's trying to put pressure on you,
but he has something else in mind.

- How do you know?

I talked to Gerace again.
Poggiari is about to get his hands

on that drug shipment, the
one he thinks you're involved in.

If he succeeds,
it's a good move for his promotion.

If he arrests me too, no one will take
away his position as chief prosecutor.

But it won't happen.

- Excuse me. - Cecere.
- Romano and Di Nardo are back.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

An attempted robbery is ruled out.
On the desk, there were about a thousand euros.

- Do we know if the victim
had enemies? - It seems not.

The doctor didn't find any signs
of struggle. The weapon is strange.

Why?

The killer used a
pair of scissors that

were there, as if he
hadn't planned to kill.

Around the time of his death, he had
two appointments, one with a certain

Parascandolo and another that had been
postponed several times, with Vito Simeone.

Vito Simeone. Don't you remember?

He used to rob dressed elegantly.
They called him Fred Astaire.

We'll summon the victim's
brother and check on this Simeone.

Alright.

Otta', can you come to my
office? I need to talk to you.

Tell me. What's going on?

Nothing...

We haven't sorted things out,
it's been two days.

- There's nothing to sort out.
- Yes, there is.

When I said that...

That I couldn't
handle the burden...

I was wrong. Then, I miss you...

Do you miss us or miss Riccardo?

- Him, you, both, obviously.
- No! It's not obvious at all!

Not if you want to be with me or just
test yourself as a father.

I want to be with you.

It doesn't seem like
you believe in us much.

Before, you had a thousand attentions for
me, you were committed to our relationship.

Now you only have a thousand
doubts and second thoughts.

What does that mean?

What does it mean! I'm trying to find
the best solution for everyone.

Sort out your thoughts
and then we'll talk about it!

- This way.
> Here I am.

- What are you doing?
- Lightening up.

- The centerpiece?
- The glass frying pan? Here it is.

The glass frying pan?
It's Murano glass.

- Give it back.
- To whom? - To Murano.

No... Alright,
I know where to put it...

Too many objects, too much stuff,
all "dust collectors"!

- It's all old stuff.
- Be careful...

Old? You said that what is old
is not always ugly.

- No, but these are outdated and sad.
- This is Capodimonte.

Alright! For example, if this were
my house, I would bring in color!

Color?

Imagine each wall
a different color.

Ochre yellow, Pompeian red,
lapis lazuli blue.

Then I would lower a screen...
with projections!

- It's excessive for the news.
- No, projections for meditation.

- Ah... - I would project
calm, serene images.

Water flowing from waterfalls into rivers,
Tibetan sunsets, birds of Patagonia.

A game, only the
most important ones.

We would have to move
the sofa if the screen fits...

No.

You meditate on the floor. I would put
coconut rugs or bamboo parquet.

And tatami mats.

- Taste the cake.
- Yes. - Come, come.

- It must be good!
- It's Aunt Nennella's recipe.

Mmmm! Exquisite!

Parascandolo is the tailor's accountant.

Did he and his brother always meet
so late in the evening?

He's a peculiar guy,
he gets paid in clothes.

Anyway, I have his contact here...

- What about the other one?
- Who?

Vito Simeone, 41 years old, priors
for assault, robbery, threats.

I never liked him.

In Vico San Liborio,
he calls the shots.

He never paid for jackets,
saying the cut was old-fashioned.

So his brother used to chase him.

- Lately, he started worrying.
- Why?

Simeone was willing to settle,
but in exchange for a favor.

- What kind of favor?
- One of the dirty ones.

Here's Fred Astaire.

Congratulations on the coat, nice.
Nice also the double-breasted one.

Doesn't it seem so
old-fashioned, does it?

No.
- What do you want?

- Nunzio Coppola was killed.
- I know.

Rumors circulate
in the neighborhood.

Don't you know that the debts
with the tailoring remain anyway?

So what? What
are you insinuating?

Last night, you had an appointment...
waiting for an answer.

- What answer?
- Tell them.

Why did you want to know the habits
of the rich customers of the tailor?

Alright, yes, I had asked
him, but Nunzio always

sent that old man to take
measurements at home.

He wasn't reliable, and anyway,
I wanted to settle my bill tomorrow.

And anyway,
what did you talk about last night?

- Nothing. I didn't go.
- Why not?

I was...

You were?

With Assunta Capuano, she lives
on the second floor of these houses.

Ask her if you want.

Mind you, no advertising,
or my wife will kill me.

You stay here for now,
don't go away, okay?

What's up, Roma'?

If it's about what I
said today, I'm sorry...

No, don't worry.

I have to resolve something later.

Can you track down
the tailor's accountant?

Of course.

- Who is it?
- Police.

Thank you.

Alright.

Thank you anyway.

Nothing. More than one yacht
seems like a ghost ship.

The company that rents the boats
is fictitious; the name can't be traced.

- He's smart, I told you.
- The investigation in the Foggia area?

Nothing. Only small-time criminals
with records.

If you're looking for
a connection between

Barak and Squillace,
you won't find it there.

There will be a trace,
right? I don't think two

criminals look for each
other in the phone book.

Wait, I remember this one.

- Have you ever tasted the baked
cassata? - I don't eat sweets.

It doesn't surprise me. Try it.

Armando Croce. He was in
that church during the mafia war.

Which church?

Where Caruso gave
me the tip about Squillace.

Why is Croce doing
business with Barak?

I don't know.

So, we need to talk
to the person directly involved.

I was wondering when
you would call me back, Doctor.

Does the name Idi Barak
mean anything to you?

I'm listening.

He was in business
with your friend Armando Croce.

Shortly after the Squillace
clan was dismantled, now he and

Barak are in business together.
What happened between you two?

Some things
cannot be explained.

I'm not asking for anything
compromising. I just want to

know what the relationship is
between Squillace and Barak.

- Have you ever read Giovanni Verga?
- Go on.

I have here one of his most
beautiful novellas where

it is told that the world
is like a voracious fish.

If you take a step
bigger than your leg, it eats you.

We were calm, swimming in
the seas of our beautiful peninsula

when two piranhas arrived
wanting to take over everything.

They hadn't reckoned
with the sharks. They

had to go to another
sea in another peninsula.

I don't follow.

It means Croce is a
little fish, manages to

slip into the crevices,
and does serious damage.

- I have his file in front of me.
- It's not enough.

Ask your friend to inquire with the
Anti-Mafia. I know she's listening.

Don't call me back until
you've cleared the sea of piranhas.

Miss! Who are you? What do you want?

- Good evening, I'm from the police.
- Ah! At your service, concierge.

I wanted to ask some questions
about Parascandolo, the accountant.

- Do you know him?
- Yes, he lives here, but he left.

- When did he leave?
- Last night. - What time was it?

It was... around seven-thirty or eight,
I didn't pay attention.

Do you know where he went?

No, I mind my own business.
- Of course.

But he had a big
suitcase and was in a hurry.

Okay. Thanks.

- Alright. Goodbye,
at your service. - Goodbye.

Come on, Roma'!

- She's fast.
- Yes.

- Nice! Is it yours?
- Yes.

- Keep it.
- Thanks.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Bye, Alex!
- Bye, Sefy!

Bye, Rosaria.

What are you doing?

If you sit down, it'll
be ready in ten minutes.

And... yes, but I've
already thought about it.

I went to your favorite.

Are we celebrating something?

The unusual fact that I admit
to having been...

You said that bad word!

Oh, really? You always know everything?

For smart kids like you...

Ta-ta!

- I can't believe it! Is it for me? - Yes.
- Thank you, Aunt!

Big hug?

When are you two making peace?

We've already made peace.

Then why don't you kiss each other
like married women do?

- Done. - Good!
- Wait... What do you have here?

A little spider.

A spider that has
trapped your whole body!

We have to remove it!

Enjoy your meal.

Tell me how they are.

I have to change my mind.

How did you make them without eggs?

Flax seeds. They bind with chickpeas
like no other ingredient.

It's incredible how
nature can unite elements

that seem incompatible
at first glance.

The same thing I thought today,
seeing you around the house.

Did I upset your balance?

No, no! On the contrary, Teresa,
you brought a breath of freshness.

You removed all those knick-knacks...

Yes, too many knick-knacks,
they're just dust collectors.

Exactly.

The English chairs... can be
recovered by a good upholsterer.

No, do you know how much
that would cost you? No, no way.

Better poufs, carpets...

Yes. You're right, you're right.

Zia Assunta's doilies... we can put them in
a drawer, and who will see them anymore?

We dye them with turmeric.

We give them new life.

Good idea, well done.

- Did I upset your balance?
- No, on the contrary...

I would be happy
to see you more often... at home.

In what sense?

We could have fun
cooking together.

There's a guest room over there
with a bathroom.

You can furnish it as you like...
without any problems.

Are you suggesting
that we live together?

- Why not?
- And your friend?

I'd hate to hurt him,
but I'll have to talk to him.

The problem is, he says that when
he's too far from me, he gets melancholic.

Because he sees in you
a fatherly, reassuring figure.

Good, maybe that's it.

- Gio', but do you play the piano?

- No, no.

- No? Then that one... away.
- It's Uncle Battista's piano.

- No, away, away! Away, new life!
- You're right.

- Changes, changes!
- Changes!

To changes!

- Him!
- Oh, Loja'!

What are you doing here at night?

I was reviewing Croce's file
for the Squillace matter.

It's useless, we have to wait
for news from Laura tomorrow.

I know.

- Why don't you answer
my question? - What question?

- What are you doing here at night?
- Can I keep you company?

Is this still my office
or not?

- I'm glad, it's not that,
but it's already the second

time in the last few days
that I find you here at night.

At night at the police station...

- We think better.
- We think better?

With matters of the heart,
you can't reason.

It's complicated.

Relationships are always complicated.

Octavia says that I... am with her
only because I want to play the father.

Is it true?

No, maybe at the beginning...

Now, little Riccardo...

How beautiful he is...
With the piano, he's excellent.

When he looks into my eyes...

I get moved.

It's the children.

But if it goes wrong with the mother...
what do we do?

Don't overestimate yourself,
relationships change.

People meet, people part.

Riccardo has already become attached
to you.

- You think so?
- Really.

- Octavia says the same.
- So what are you complaining about?

You have a woman who loves you,
a family, you're free.

I wish I were in your place.

Shall I make you a sandwich?

- No.
- No?

- I'll eat this.
- Eat this. - I'll taste.

- So? - So?
- Have you decided?

The thing is... I've never felt
this way with a girl.

On one hand, I'm afraid of rushing things,
and on the other hand, I like you... a lot.

So?

So I need to figure
things out with Teresa.

Who is Teresa?

No... Teresa is this girl
my roommate met.

Now I'll explain.
I live with Pisanelli.

If things get serious between him and
Teresa, I'll leave, and they'll be happy.

Don't laugh. If I leave suddenly,
he feels abandoned and alone.

Of course.
- It's like he's my grandfather.

Poor Pisanelli.

So let's do this,
I'll ask Pisanelli for

permission, and in the
meantime, I'll get some wine.

- Let's party.
- Let's party.

So...

You're telling me you have no idea
where he went.

Parascandolo has always been
an eccentric guy.

I can only tell you that sometimes
he does these strange things.

Could he have a problem
with his brother for some reason?

No.

They argued a couple
of times over incorrectly

calculated taxes,
but he's not malicious.

Parascandolo is not involved.

- It's my fault that Nunzio is dead.
- What are you saying?

The Niki Rummolo affair.
I had forgotten about it.

- I don't remember anything anymore.
- Rummolo, the singer?

- He was a longtime customer.
- What does he have to do with the murder?

I took a picture of him
without his knowledge.

With this thing on his head,
it looks like I'm sweeping the van!

Then I asked Nunzio
to give it to him.

And he killed him.

- Bravo!
- Bravo! - Bravo!

There's emotion.

Sincere, like the hair.

All together! All together!

- Bravo!
- Bravo! - Bravo!

Congratulations! Congratulations
to the celebrated one!

Thank you so much,
people of my songs!

Rummolo?

One moment, the microphone. Please.

- Rummolo, police. - Police?
Can I offer you a drink? - No.

Maybe later. First, we need
information about this.

This... Vincenzo made it for me.

He wanted to force me to settle
an overdue payment, but you already know.

What's the problem?
- Nunzio Coppola was killed.

What are you saying?

-Where were you two nights ago? - Why?
Do you think I did it?

You were supposed to meet
on the night he died.

- Yes, I had to stop by to settle
the debt. - Had to or did? - Had to.

I didn't make it in time.

In my opinion, you want
to tell us in the police station.

No, no, no! What are you saying?

The truth...

I was with him.

The place was closed.
We were together all night.

Please,
my fans shouldn't know.

- I beg you, for anything,
at your service. - Alright.

- Anyway, nice voice.
- Congratulations. - Thank you.

Gentlemen, if you want,
I'm available for any request.

- I would have liked it too.
- What? - To be a singer.

- You can sing?
- No.

- Alright, but you're full
of girls. - I have a girlfriend.

Roma'.
- Where are you?

At Rummolo's,
the alibi seems solid.

Parascandolo just returned
from Dubai. I'm going to see him.

See you there. Bye.

Gio'.

Where have you been? I've been
trying to call you since yesterday.

I've been busy.

Tomorrow at 9, I have an
appointment with the lawyer.

- It's at my parents' place. Can you
come? - I already answered you. No.

Can't we discuss this
like adults?

- Good morning. - Good morning.
- Hi, Paola.

Caruso was right, Croce is a
small fish. I found nothing else.

- So we're back to square one.
- Yes, and he's on the run.

But he has a lover; last year,
she was stopped at customs.

She was returning
from North Korea with this.

A microchip?
- A weapon.

It's a control device
for an electromagnetic bomb.

It allows you to destroy any
electronic component without

harming people. In Korea,
they are producing many of them.

Caruso said that
Barak and Squillace had

moved their operations
to another peninsula.

Korea.
- Exactly.

There, Interpol has no authority,
which is why we had no news of Barak.

So, are they doing this? Smuggling
state-of-the-art weapons from North Korea.

They use Croce and
his lover as couriers.

Why were they in Naples?

That's another question.

Why does Squillace focus the accusation
on me only for the drug shipment?

It's Caruso's,
and he wants to punish both of us.

Yes, but why risk something
that hasn't materialized yet?

A ship may not reach port
for various reasons, pirates, the police.

Yes, but... where are you going with this?

If Squillace is trying to trick us?

How?

With a diversion, focusing our
attention only on that drug shipment.

Maybe making the
weapons arrive elsewhere.

And at the same time.

We need to understand where and when
the drug will arrive. How do we do it?

Maybe there's a way.

There is a way.

Are you crazy to call me?
If I have news, I'll call you.

I need to know
which ship Poggiari is investigating.

What mess have
you gotten into?

I can't tell you, but
tell me which one.

It arrives the day after tomorrow from
Palermo, but it takes a day to identify it.

- As soon as you know, tell me? - Laura...

Please. It's the last favor
I ask you, I swear.

There was the camel race.

Camel race?

The Desert Grand
Prix, I couldn't miss it.

I heard your messages and came.

Wasn't he in the tailor shop
at the time of the murder?

No, I saw Nunzio at
the bar in Vicolo Liborio.

I already had my
suitcase; you can ask.

What did you talk about?

The usual financial difficulties.
Since the Chinese arrived, the

tailor shop hasn't been doing
well. It resisted, even though...

Nunzio had problems
with his brother.

What problems?

Pasquale isn't lazy,
but he lives as if he were.

To be a tailor, you need perseverance.
He works two days a week.

How did he live?

With the tailor shop's
share and loans from his

brother, but it was never
enough; he has too many vices.

He likes women,
gambling. Vices cost.

- You know about it. - Vices are
for those who can afford them.

If you don't have any more questions, I
have an appointment with the nutritionist.

- Of course, go ahead.
- Thank you. Excuse me.

Did you understand what kind of brother
that poor guy had?

If so, the motive is money
or control of the tailor shop.

Why?

Why? To resell it or to keep it going with
Vincenzo. As a tailor, he's good enough.

- Let's see if he has an alibi.
- Guys, you go.

- I'll join you later.
- Where are you going? - Personal matters.

Roma', call!

Just sending these photos
anonymously would be enough.

Do you know how quickly the judge
would take the child away from him? Or not?

Why didn't you say this
during the group session?

Why? Because I'm a cop,

Alfo', and what you did is wrong.

Oh! You can understand me.

I understand; you've even tailed me.

There was no need;
just asking around was enough.

You have a long list
of reports for threats.

Stuff from ten years ago.

"Wrong" isn't the right term;
what you did is dirty.

You know well,
otherwise, you wouldn't have told me.

So what should I do? Huh?

- Tell me what I should do?
- Should I tell you?

Yes, Alfo'!

Come here, sit.

For ten years, I hurt the people I
loved, and now I'm left alone like you.

Both of us lost a wife
and a daughter, but there's a difference.

What is it?

You can still give your
daughter a better future than yours.

If you think that man
is a danger, send the photos.

If you want to do it for another reason,
stop.

Take a deep breath and remember
what the therapist always says.

You're in charge, not your anger.
The road to change is this.

What if I can't do it?

You already know the answer
to that question.

It depends only on you.

I have to put the chairs in the warehouse;
give me a hand.

- Oh! Wait.
- Move! - Wait.

- You're always limp.
- Limp!

I'm sorry; I made you late again tonight.

External length?
- Ninety-one.

No, ingenious one. "He
who sews and unstitches..."

"never wastes time,"
Dad always said that.

Dad was right.

Ingenious one, sorry,
where do you take the "annoyance"?

On the left, but when it's at rest.

It's the same answer the
Duke of Windsor gave me when

he came to get a pinstripe
suit that fit him very well.

It was Clark Gable, Vince'!

No, you're wrong.

Do you have a memory gap?
Look, there's the model too.

It was the Duke of Windsor,
don't you remember anything?

Excuse me?

- Good evening. What are you doing here?
- We were looking for you, Mr. Coppola.

Yes. May I?

I'll be right back.

Ingegne', sorry...

- I was at home watching the match.
- Can anyone confirm it? - No.

You're mistaken. How could I
kill him? Nunzio was my brother.

He was also the majority shareholder
and didn't have your debts.

Would I kill him for money?

The inheritance
would have been useful.

If that's the case,
the tailor shop is already mine.

- What is it? - A private
written contract.

Nunzio had transferred everything to me.

How is that possible?

He was moving to China.

He had an irreplaceable offer.

What offer?

The Dolce e Amaro
knitwear company is opening

a luxury clothing
business in Beijing.

He had an exclusive contract.
- Would you manage it here?

Yes, with Vincenzo's help.
I have the owner's number.

Tomorrow he was supposed to come to Naples
to discuss the details with Nunzio.

Call him if you don't believe me.

Okay, thank you.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

He seemed sincere, and that
private writing is authentic.

Maybe he killed
him for another reason.

And what is it?
- I don't know.

Let's do this. Check
the phone records, and

tomorrow, let's see
what this Scalzone says.

Dear Pisanelli, I care about you.

Dear Pisanelli, no.

Giorgio, you welcomed me
into this house like a son.

I have to move on now.

Marco... I'm really sorry...

I'm embarrassed...

- Giorgio! - Hey!

- You came back at this hour?

I went for a walk;
walking is good for me.

I see you; you're... You're in shape.

Listen, I... I have to tell you something.

- I also have to tell you something.

- Ah... Go ahead.

- No, you first. - You first.
- Okay.

Giorgio, I care about you.

Things with Stefania
are getting... more serious.

She would like it if I
spent more time at her place.

- You're moving.
- No, no, I'm not moving... No.

If it happened,
would it bother you a lot?

A little, yes.

But, you see...
in the end, maybe it's better this way.

You live your life,
and I live mine.

So, I was right about Teresa.

I asked her to move in here.

And she?

- She said yes.
- She said yes? She said yes?

It's beautiful; we
have to celebrate!

And let's celebrate.

You're right. I'm an idiot.

It's not true that I don't think about you.
I always think about you.

Believing that Lojacono
was dead made me

realize that everything
can end in a moment.

Thinking of being alone for just one day
without you would be madness.

Even if it ends between us,
I'll always be there for Riccardino.

Ricca'! Hey!

Look what I brought you,
a CD of Neapolitan songs.

We'll learn them and sing together.
Now we're a band.

I can dance.

I want to be with Dad.

Alright, I'll go cook
and put the flowers in the vase.

- Let me hear what you've learned.
- They're so beautiful! - Come on.

Good job, Riccardino.
You're making progress.

Inspector?

Cecere, what's happening?

Am I bothering you? - No.
- I have the night shift.

- Who's making sandwiches? - I am.
- They're very good. - Do you like them?

By eating them all the time,
you're getting a sandwich face.

I brought some pasta
my mom made for me.

I'll give it to you,
if you don't mind.

Thank you!
- It's light.

Pasta with potatoes and provolone.
- Light.

Do you eat pepper?
- Yes.

Alright then. My aunt makes
this wine; it's very good.

I can't drink a
liter of red wine...

You have to taste it.

- Maybe a glass...
- I'll pour it for you.

- Thank you. - No problem.
- Enough, enough.

- Can I taste it now? - Yes.
- Taste.

- How is it? - It's good. - Good.
- Thank your aunt.

Imagine. I'll go, and
if you need me, call me.

Okay.

Be brave. We're a team.

Of course, we're a team.

Thank you.

You're welcome. If
you need anything else...

- Good work.
- Enjoy your meal.

> Is it ready?
> Yes.

I think I've fallen in love.

That's great news!

Luciano is nice, very nice.

He's kind, and above all, he's strong.

He lost his parents, but he never
gave up, like Dad.

Your father would be very proud.

You know something strange?
Sometimes it feels like I can sense his

presence, as if he's here spying
on me to see if I'm behaving well.

He would never spy on you;
at most, he would watch over you.

- I'd like to toast with him.
- Let's do it.

Close your eyes...
and he'll be with us.

So, I made the chicken
with the potatoes of life!

Here we are, doctor.
Decaffeinated without sugar.

- Maybe we've got something. - Really?

There were about ten ships,
but I managed to isolate this one.

It's the only one that stops in Palermo
during that time slot.

- The drug shipment is there.
- Great, doctor, excellent!

I'll inform the Mobile team.

Yes, Cecere.

Let her in. It's Piras.

They found it. It's a ship that departed
twenty days ago from the Black Sea.

It arrives at 6:58.

Let's check where the ship
Poggiari is investigating will dock?

I'm interested in the dock.

- Flavio Gioia Dock.
- I have the port map here.

Here it is. Flavio Gioia
Dock is adjacent to Bausan

Dock, where Squillace
had the medicine delivered.

- He was there for a survey.
- Exactly.

They'll bring the shipment there
using electromagnetic devices.

Alright. Monitor all ships
coming from North Korea.

If a ship arrives
in that time slot, it's the one.

It's likely.

- How is that possible?
- What?

- There's no ship.
- What do you mean?

Tomorrow, no ship is arriving
from Korea.

Here are the documents for the
separation of Iodice and Romano.

Thank you.

Good evening. I apologize
for the delay, but... Okay.

Mr. Romano, Mrs.
Iodice, is everything okay?

Yes.

The main issue is the
jointly owned assets plus

the monthly alimony
amount. You don't work.

Yes, but it's not a
problem. My parents

help me, but I can't
stay with them forever.

You give up alimony,
but you want the house.

Yes.

I also contributed to it
when we bought it.

I see you bought the car
after the wedding.

Yes, but I can sell it. We can go
half-and-half, or you can buy it from me.

Mr. Romano? What do you think?

Francesco, are you there?

- Yes... keep it.
- What?

The house, the car...
everything stays with you.

Francesco, what do you say?

You need me no more.
That's fine.

Until you find a job,
I'll contribute half of my salary.

Mr. Romano, are you sure?

It's just money, lawyer.

If it helps give her some
peace of mind... it's well spent.

- At least let's reread...
- No, no. There's no need.

France'! Wait!

Only now do I understand the hell
I put you through. You didn't deserve it.

I hope that one day
you can forgive me.

- What happened?
- I don't have time to explain.

- France'!
- I'll call you later; I have things to do!

Taxi! Taxi!

You have to complain.

If you demand respect right away,
it's one thing... Hold this for a moment.

- Hi, love.
- Hi, love. What are you doing here?

You forgot to have breakfast.

- Thank you.

Can you do me a favor
during the lunch break?

Of course.

Anything you want.

I'll leave the car with
you, and you bring it here.

Here? In Licola?
Wouldn't it be faster at my mechanic's?

I only trust them.
They know the car better than me.

- Alright. What do they need to do?
- Something with the engine; they know.

- See you at home.
- Okay. Bye.

Okay!

- Why are you leaving like this? - On foot.
- Shall I accompany you? - No.

I have a lot of things to do. Bye, love.

Mr. Vitale? We need to talk.

Who are you?

Someone who cares a lot about Giorgia,
but you're jeopardizing her happiness.

How do you know about Giorgia?

It doesn't matter; what matters is who
you are and the deceit you're involved in.

How dare you?

You don't know what it costs me

but for me, that child
comes before everything.

What do you want?

Get your affairs in
order, for everyone's sake.

A simple complaint
would be enough for you to lose Giorgia.

Do you know that?
My job is complicated.

Last month I had
some difficulties.

We all do, but it's not a good
reason to defraud the tax authorities.

Get your affairs in order.
Do it for yourself, for the child.

You're a good father, I know that,
I've been following you.

Hey, love? Come on, get in.

Dinner is ready.

Love, I'll be right there. I'm finishing
talking with Dad's friend.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

You keep these.

Remember every day what you have,
every day.

Thank you.

Go.

Goodbye, sir.

Let's go. Goodbye.

It was a shock for me
and for those in the company.

Nunzio Coppola was a friend and also
the best tailor left in Naples.

When did he see him last?

It must have been... two weeks. He
came to sign the contract.

Had he reached an
agreement with his

brother for the transfer
of the tailor shop?

> He couldn't wait for the
28th. They had a lot of debts.

Pasquale had ruined his life. For
them, going to China was a liberation.

For them?
- Yes, for Nunzio and Vincenzo.

You should have seen how happy
they were; Vincenzo seemed to have

rejuvenated by thirty years. He
never left Naples for his whole life.

How sad.

Alright, thank you for coming.

- Boss, I'll escort him.
- Thanks.

- Goodbye. - You're welcome.
- Goodbye.

Why didn't Vincenzo tell us?

Maybe it was a decision made secretly with
Coppola. They didn't want Pasquale to know.

- Without him,
the tailor shop would have failed.

Perhaps Pasquale found out.
It could be the motive for the murder.

Phone records show
he was at home that evening.

It doesn't mean anything; he could
have left his phone at home.

I understand.

- Coppola was leaving on the 28th, right?
- Yes.

I understand the meaning
of this code.

Stefania's car has arrived.

- Exactly. Hi, guys.
Everything okay? - Good.

How are you? - Okay.
- The usual problem?

You know everything, right?

The minimum problem.
An hour, and it's ready.

Great!

Shall we?

Sorry to disturb you,
but we need your help.

What happened?

Perhaps we found
the perpetrator of the murder.

Really? Who was it?

We can't tell you yet,
but you can help us expose them.

Yes, certainly.

On the 28th, you and Nunzio
were supposed to leave for China, right?

Yes. The luggage is still here;
look.

- Who thought about the tickets?
- Nunzio.

He thought about both of us.

Can you tell me why the reservation
was for one person only?

What? That's not possible.

- No... - Actually, yes.
- It's not possible.

China Airways Flight 127,
single seat, 22A.

The same code was in the agenda
at the tailor shop.

Did you know Nunzio
had booked it a long time ago?

It's not true.

Nunzio would never have...
abandoned me.

It's not true...

It's likely that the idea
was to take her with him, but

Nunzio knew he couldn't leave
the tailor shop to his brother.

So, he decided to leave her here
to help Pasquale.

My son couldn't force me...

Your son?

No, no, no... I meant...

Vincenzo, remember where
you were that night? Yes, I was with him.

I was with my son.

- Is everything okay?
- Don't touch me! Don't touch me!

Nunzio! Nunzio!

Nunzio...

We found these
in a drawer.

Vincenzo! What happened?

They're taking me to a care facility.

- But how?
- I'll explain later.

- Pasquale, tell Nunzio
to come and see me. - Of course.

- Don't forget it.
- No.

- Goodbye, Arago'.
- Hey, Giorgio.

I talked to the moving company
for Teresa.

I told them that you too...
I'm getting a good price.

Can you hear me?

- Oh!
- Look here.

What's going on?

- Who are they?
- They are two cocaine dealers.

So what?

Well, I know. Come with me,
Giorgio. I need to check something.

- Accompany me to our tire shop.
- Oh! Why are you running?

What are we doing here?

Sasà, I only need half an hour.
- You're at your house.

- Take your time; I'll go get a
coffee. - Thanks. - Let's go, guys.

Please,
take that drill.

Couldn't she take it
to the tire shop herself?

I found something.

There's a ship arriving at 7:02
from Shanghai.

It has never stopped in Korea.

No, but containers were added at the
last minute, and they are from Pyongyang.

- The weapons are there.
- Good! - Alright, Loja'.

We need to request the
intervention of vehicles and personnel.

Of course.

There's a problem.
We have to involve Poggiari.

Please. Here's the wine
I recommended to you.

From the Benevento area, zero sulfites.

- Enjoy the tasting.
- Thank you.

Here I am!

Uh, Teresa! I thought you
weren't coming anymore.

No, stay, stay.
I'm sorry; I took a short walk.

- I wanted to clear my head a bit.
- Did something happen? - No, no.

I reflected on your proposal.

I see. Let's stay... friends.

No, even better.

We're good together.

So? I didn't understand.

Why ruin everything,
Gio'?

At our age, it's difficult
to change habits.

I would risk turning your life upside down,
and in the end, maybe, you would hate me.

Really!
It's a matter of adapting a bit.

- Isn't it...
- But... if you can't even drink it?

I was waiting for you.

You're so sweet.

That's why I like you. But?

It's better to continue living
each in our own home.

- Goodbye, love.
- Goodbye.

I have to run; I have
something on the stove.

You can open a bottle of the
very good wine on the table. Okay?

I brought you back the keys.

- How did it go at the mechanic's?
- Well.

- The engine is fine.
- Thank goodness!

The problem was with the tires.

I'm a policeman, Stefa'.

Marco...

I had really fallen in love with you...
but you used me.

What happens now?

I notified the Mobile team;
they'll take care of you.

We could have been a nice couple,
right?

No, Stefa'.

We're too different, you and I.

Yes, now I'm leaving.

Yes, yes. It's been a tough day;
I'm working late.

Don't worry;
at this hour, there's no traffic.

No. I'm on my way,
I'll go to the pharmacy.

Two minutes, I'll be right there.
I'm coming. Goodbye.

Dr. Poggiari.

Lojacono.

How did he get in?

A dangerous criminal
does this and more.

What do you want?

Just to talk. Start the
engine; let's get out of here.

These electronic devices
would arrive here.

Yes, at the same time
as the other shipment.

And Caruso knows nothing.

No, he would block
everything; Squillace would

understand, and the operation
would be compromised.

- Why should I believe you?
- Because you have nothing to lose.

You can arrest me right now,
but...

you would condemn Marinella to death.

You also have a daughter.

Are you trying to move me?
- Absolutely not.

I don't give a damn
about my life anymore.

I'm just asking you to help me save
my daughter's life.

Everyone, freeze! Police!

Don't move!

Stop, hands up!

Walk!

- We found her, doctor.
- Great job! They found her.

Palma, still nothing there?

No, doctor, negative.
No one has shown up.

- What if they sensed danger?
- No, they're here; I can feel it.

A car is coming.

- This guy?
- Who is he?

He approaches the car.

- Who is he talking to?
- I can't see his face.

A rubber boat is approaching.

They're making an exchange.

- It's Barak.
- Move. Doctor, let's go!

Hey, hey, hey!

Stop!

- Get out of the car! Quickly!
- Take him away.

Easy! I'm unarmed!

- Armando Croce. - Eh!
- Where is he?

-Who? -Where's Squillace!
-I don't know, who is this Squillace?

Let's go to the port.

They moved the animal husbandry exam.

- Hello, Laura. Tell me.
- Marinella, where are you?

I'm at the Student's Bar.

I'm with Luciano.

Drop everything and
go to the police station.

I can't explain, but you go.

Alright, I'll come to the
police station right away.

- What's happening?
- I have to go to the police station.

- Laura called me.
- I'll take you. - Alright.

- Laura! - Marinella is going
to the police station.

- Thank God. Thank you.
- Guys, go back in.

Romano, come with me!

Let's go! Aragona?
We're waiting for Poggiari.

This isn't the way to the police
station. Where are you taking me?

- Good morning, Piras.
- Good morning.

Luciano, where are you taking me?
You're scaring me!

Luciano!

Chief.

Open it, Arago'.

Great job, Palma.

Remember when he
becomes chief prosecutor.

Luciano, where are you taking me?
You're scaring me!

Luciano, what the
hell is happening!

Hey...
- Luciano!

Marinella?

What's happening, Laura?

They're not going to Pizzofalcone.

Let me off!
Luciano, let me off, stop!

Laura, tell me.

-Marinella is in danger! -I didn't
understand. -Marinella is in danger!

You have to reach her! I attached
a locator to her backpack!

- Send me the location!
- I sent it to you, go!

Romano, when you can, turn around!

- Where are you taking me?
- Please, come.

Luciano, what's going on?

No, leave me!

Marinella Lojacono.

Finally, we meet in person.

- And who are you? - I'm
an old friend of your father.

What do I have to do
with this? What do you want?

Justice.

It must be
that abandoned industrial area.

- Are you sure?
- That's what the detector says.

Luciano, come here.

Good.

Good.

- Shoot her.
- That wasn't the deal. - Eh!

Do you want to back out?

Shoot her.

No, please.

- Stop.
- Shh!

Give me the gun.

You won't believe it, but with you, it's
the first time I've been happy.

Luciano, please don't...

Sorry, Marinella...

I didn't want to,
but I had to help my sisters.

He was the only one
who gave me a chance.

I didn't know the price to pay
was so high...

I love you, Marinella.

Aaah! Aaah! Aaah!

Stop!

Drop the gun!

Drop the gun!
Drop the gun!

- I say no.
- I say yes.

Dad! Dad, you're alive...

Shoot. Shoot,
I have nothing to live for.

Shoot, come on.

It won't be long.

Dad, don't do it, that's enough.

Don't do it...

I'm not like you.

Move.

Walk.

It's all over.

- It's all over.
- To Luciano... they shot...

It's all over.

- How is she? Will she be okay? - We
don't know; she lost a lot of blood.

Marinella! Are you okay?

Everything's fine.
- It's my fault!

I should have understood who Luciano
really was immediately! I'm sorry!

It's over; it went well.

- This one has the little horns.
- Bye!

- Bye!
- Bye! > Bye!

What a fragrance! What are you doing?

- Come on.
- Look what we made!

- Cookies! Did you make them all?
- Yes. - All him.

-Bravo! -We're set for a month.
-Excellent! -I give you my heart.

- Thank you. I'll taste it.
- Yes.

How good! They're delicious!

Did you see?

I'll go.

High five. Again!

- Bye.
- Bye...

Let's grab our luggage. Girls, you've
been really sweet to keep him with you.

- Promise to come visit us soon? - Yes.

But next time,
we all sleep in the big bed together.

Of course, love. Promise.

Did you take everything?
Books, notebooks?

Yes.
-Checked twice.

Soak the containers
or the flour won't come off.

We'll do it right away.

Let's hope the
cookies don't upset him.

Shall we? Say goodbye to Aunt.

Hey! Come here.

Bye, sweetheart.
- Bye.

Thank you so much.

Run, run!

Finally, some sunshine.

Yeah!

No, I can't believe it.
- What?

Look at those eyes!
You already miss him.

No!
- Yes, you're looking at the door.

No, I was looking at the lamp!

I was thinking about something.

- What thing? - If we really
had one of our own?

A child?

Yes. In Denmark,
Spain, or... we adopt.

Right away?

- Not right away, I mean... later.
- Much later. - Yes, yes.

- Later...
- Much later...

You know what we need?

A double gin and tonic.
- Triple.

Come here!

I know, I opened
the second bottle of wine

but today, we have to celebrate.
Lojacono, Squillace's arrest.

For once!

Hey, Giorgio.

Marco.

Are you still...
with all the boxes in the middle?

I have to put a lot of stuff back in place.

Teresa? Wasn't she supposed to move?

- There was a change of plans.
- Ah...

- I'm sorry.
Did something happen? - No, no.

We realized that everyone
needed to have their own space.

- Want a glass of wine?
- Yes, please.

Here you go.

And you?

How are you?

Let's say that I... I'm.

Giorgio, I was thinking...

Is there no longer this urgency to...

Free up my room.

Is this a question

or an observation?

No, I was thinking...

Anyway, a man your age

who lives alone, who...
eats alone, sleeps alone...

drinks alone, does everything alone...

I wouldn't want you to let yourself go.

Are you telling me that if you stay here...
you're doing it for my own good.

I would do anything for you.

He closed again.

But look at that door!

- Hey!
- Hello. Can I? - Come in.

Sorry, I'm arranging things.
I'm almost done.

I'll get some water. Do
you want something to drink?

No, thanks.

No need to pack all these boxes;
there was no rush.

I know, but then I'll end up with
almost nothing; I know myself.

So? What's the matter?

So...

There's something that...
I've kept from you for a long time.

I realized it's not right.

Is it my son?

We have to decide
what to call him; it's a boy.

I'll be a father...

It really seems so.

I'll be a father...

I'll be a father...

Dear lawyer,
what have you found?

Squillace warned the
magistrate about the shipment

to confuse matters and
bring devices for a weapon.

He made me lose money,
but at least he failed.

He can fare worse if you want.

What do you mean?

I found a way to have him
transferred where you are.

- Can you prepare him a worthy
reception? - Good, lawyer.

Every now and then, good news.
What about our friend?

He's with his daughter and the other
magistrate; they went back home.

- At his place? - Yes.
- What do you intend to do?

Do you really want to know?

No, Roma', stay relaxed.

Listen!

Doctor, may I?

The pizza has arrived!

Here I am!

Dad?

Yes.
- Everything okay?

Yes, everything's fine.

- Sure?
- Yes.

- Go on, go on.
- I'll bring the wine. - Of course.