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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

Alba?

-Welcome back, baby.
-Hi!

What a nice surprise.

I only have 15 minutes.

"Dad, you promised you'd walk."

PART 1

Good morning.

Good morning.

Franco postponed his departure.

-I'll call you asap.
-All right.

I dreamed
you were waiting for me at the beach

and I couldn't find my way,
what does it mean?

That in the next dream I'll come get you
and bring you to the beach.

I'll call you later.

-You bought the paper?
-Of course.

-What's that stench of strawberry?
-Alba's shampoo.

-She hasn't packed it yet.
-Too bad.

Are you crazy?

Watch where you're going!

I'm sorry...

You go away like this?
What an asshole!

That any way to park a car?

Alba's all grown up now, she's got
her own life, her job, I'm happy.

Yeah, it shows.

-Don't make fun of me.
-You kidding?

I don't know what to do with the house,
it's too big for me on my own.

-I'll hit the siren.
-Wait.

-Pull over.
-Why?

Di Giacomo?

Run, quick!

Get outta my way!

Muzo, what the fuck? Stop him!

Keep back!

Don't come any closer.

Keep away, go.

-Here I am.
-No, no coat.

There's a body at the Esquiline market,
get over there.

By myself?

By yourself, I've notified the prosecutor
you're standing in for me.

They found these remains
in a work site, there's more.

-You don't feel up to it?
-I so do.

Just follow protocol
and don't give rash answers.

Talk as little as possible

and don't hazard hypotheses
to please your dad.

-All right.
-Give him my regards.

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

Good morning.

Good morning,
I'm the medical examiner.

-Go through.
-Thank you.

Muzo, I can't hear you. Did you say "D"?

D for Delta and C for Charlie 5125S.

A white refrigerated van.

Do you want me to call you back
or will you hold?

I'll hold.

He didn't have any ID
or a phone on him.

His prints aren't on file.
-You got the right license plates?
-Muzo took it down.

I was following the black guy, who
I will find, we have unfinished business.

I heard.

If while you're playing the Lone Avenger,
you nab the white guy, I'll retire happy.

Sure.

The van is registered
to Manlio Di Giacomo.

He was driving.
He has a record: robbery and dealing.

I sent the details to the mobile units.

What an initiative!

I'll see you get a medal for that.

See you at the station.

-Is he mad at me?
-Yes, you let him get away.

-And you?
-I underestimated him.

I overestimated him.

You can explain that to me later.

Cinzia?

How about bending the rules for me?

That's my speciality, what is it?

There's a lady outside
who's been here since six...

to report the disappearance
of her husband, but they sent her away.

Maybe it hasn't been 48 hours yet.

Like I said,
I'd like you to bend the rules.

She's worried, quite rightly.

This morning there was
his nephew's wedding,

but he didn't come home last night.

-She told you her life story?
-I feel sorry for the poor woman.

Cantabella, you should have been
a priest, not a cop.

A priest? Me?

Yes.

Are we going to take her statement?

We don't take statements,
we don't do other people's work.

She said she's not leaving
until we listen to her.

-I'm going to get a coffee.
-No, stay here, I'll go.

Decaffeinated, though.

Hey! So, what do you say?

Di Castro doesn't want me
to make guesses just to please you.

-I'm done.
-Thank you, doctor.

But she sent you on your own
for the first time.

Good for you.

I won't say a word, tell me everything.

The body was at -4° for a long time.

On the spot, it's impossible
to establish the time of death.

-I can guess the cause.
-Wasn't he killed by a blow to the head?

He has bruises on his fingertips.

-So he tried to get out.
-What was it we said?

-"I won't say a word"?
-You're right, but that's how it is.

I think he was alive
when he was put in the van.

But you didn't hear it from me.

After the autopsy
I'll be able to tell you more.

Bye.

I won't be home for dinner tonight,
Riccardo's back.

I know, it was still dark
this morning when you went out.

-But I'll be sleeping at home.
-Good.

Bye.

-Mrs. Rettori?
-Yes.

Come with me.

Wait.

-No.
-Did you find anything?

I don't know, I don't think
he's got a record.

I can't get him into focus.

Should we stay on Di Giacomo?
He had the body in his van.

Let's split them up: I'll take
the black guy and you Di Giacomo.

He doesn't even have
a phone listed in his name.

I just don't get
how you could let him get away.

-I didn't let him get away.
-You froze.

That blow fucked up your head.
He was just faster.

My husband's name is Quintino Rettori
and he's been missing since last night.

Around seven he said he'd be late
and wouldn't be home for dinner.

I was annoyed, dinner was all ready.

-You fought?
-No, a normal little quarrel.

-Does that happen often?
-That we quarrel?

No, that he doesn't
come home for dinner.

No.

He doesn't have a mistress
if that's what you mean.

This morning I arrived
and I found his car parked out front.

I thought he might have been ill,
but the office was open,

his jacket was on his chair,
but he wasn't there.

-Did you bring a photo of your husband?
-Yes, of course.

It's from a few months ago,
his hair is shorter now.

What does your husband do?

He has a wholesale frozen food
business.

But we're selling the license,
it's not doing well.

Have you ever seen this man?

Yes, that's Di Giacomo,

he helps my husband sell off
remaining inventory.

What's he done?

Did he argue with him recently?

I don't think so.

Is there something you're not saying?

I'll go make some copies of this.

His wife just reported him missing.

Maybe he's not involved,
but Di Giacomo works for him.

He is involved, unfortunately.
Where's the lady?

Good morning, madam,

I'm Inspector Guerrieri.

I have some bad news for you.

Unfortunately your husband is dead.

At times like this
I wish I did a different job.

You can take him away.

"I couldn't stop
but now I know where to find you."

Rettori's wife says that Di Giacomo
showed up two months ago

to work as a driver,

then he bought the van
and paid for it in cash.

-As a cover for his dealing.
-Probably.
-Anything new on him?
-Vanished into thin air.

His neighbors
haven't seen him in months.

-Rettori's cell phone?
-They haven't found it yet.

Maybe he lost it in the van,
let's try to locate it.

All right. I doubt there's signal
inside a refrigerated van.

Let's try anyway.

Cinzia, pull Rettori's phone records
and the towers he connected to.

All right, but Emma and I
have to take a leak.

Excuse us.

Are you there?

Let's take a look at Rettori's financials
and assets.

One more thing: I saw there are
lots of footrests around.

Find one and put it under Repola's desk,

otherwise her legs swell.

-Please, come in.
-Thank you.

Thank you for taking the time.

-Not a problem.
-Actually, there is a problem.

Gemma, can we have the room?

What's the problem?

It's a black guy.

So?

Eyes, nose, mouth and ears,
they have them too.

Sure, but they all look the same to me.

I know, when it's about foreigners

you focus on their race
and that's all you see.

Are you calling me a racist?

Even if you were,
you'd be in good company, right?

Come on.

Shorter? Do you remember him?

It's him.

Never seen him, who is he?

He has something going on
with this guy.

Never seen him either.

He's in the market area.

The market's full of Egyptian guys.

They take less money and deal better.

Somebody died and I have a personal
thing with the black guy. Hurry up.

Yes, sir!

Can you explain why
he didn't go to school today?

He didn't wanna go,
I didn't wanna force him.

Ottavia, if you continue like this,
they'll take him away from you.

As long as you're around I feel safe.

Remember, I told you to hurry up.

Yes...

Jacopo,
which of these cars is the fastest?

-The black one.
-The black?

Good.

Bye, kiddo, see you soon.

Why don't we come and live here?

At your parents' place?
If your husband says it's OK...

Or, when Alba moves out,
I could move in with you.

Right...

No moving in,
but Franco's leaving in two days.

-Can I come to sleep at your place?
-What if he calls and you're not there?

I'll make something up.

-Nine years of bullshitting...
-Precisely.

We've already risked too much.

-Good evening.
-Good evening.

You're so roomy.

Do you love me?

Cristina...

Post-sex interrogations

make me want to run away.

I only asked if you love me,
not if you want to marry me!

How could I marry you?
You're already married.

By the way, let's go.

If Franco comes home and
you're not there, he'll call the cops.

Actually, he'll call me.

Five minutes, come on, five minutes....

Yeah, but five minutes of rest.

No.

I can't do it.

-Let's go.
-What's wrong?

Nothing.

Thank you!

-What did you say your name was?
-I didn't.

Cheers!

It's pointless to turn out the light,

I know you're awake.

Get up, we'll have a herb tea.

-I've been asleep for hours.
-Yeah, right...

I get the feeling you always wait for me.

On Thursday, Riccardo will help me
take the last of the boxes.

And I'll have moved out for good.

Good.

Are you sure you don't mind?

That you're taking the boxes away?
I was growing fond of them.

Stop worrying about me,
it makes me feel old.

Keep this apartment. If Riccardo
dumps me where would I go?

Into a guesthouse, under a bridge,
to the nuns...

Sure! Idiot...

Today I thought I saw Mom.

I know perfectly well
that it couldn't have been her, but...

for a moment I thought it was.

Riccardo's right: it's insane
you didn't make a new life for yourself.

Riccardo's a good guy,
he has wonderful hair,

but sometimes he talks bullshit.

My life is just fine the way it is.

Is it verbena?

Verbena's gross.

-Why?
-I don't know, I like passion flower.

You dropped something.

Who is it?

A person of interest
in the Rettori murder

and sooner or later I'll arrest him.

I COULDN'T STOP BUT NOW I KNOW
WHERE TO FIND YOU

-May we?
-Sure.

Rettori's phone records.

He called two numbers
more than others,

his wife's, nothing strange there,

and a cell phone registered to him.

-A business phone.
-No.

No, it's a SIM card in his name,
it's been active for a week.

Do we have a map of the towers
it pinged off?

Not yet.

His wife didn't mention two phones.

Maybe she didn't know.

She runs the admin for the company,

if he'd got a business contract
she would have noticed.

So, a mistress.

He did it on the sly...

You always see things
with your own criteria.

It's the criteria of life, actually,
often they're your criteria.

Really?

Actually, I think Rettori needed money

and maybe he used that phone
to contact Di Giacomo.

-These are all outgoing calls.
-Yeah, Rettori made the calls.

They're all short: 12 seconds, 22, 17...

Long enough to say "I love you,
I miss you, I can't live without you..."

Or: "Has the stuff come in?
And how much do I make?

Give me my cut or I'll go to the cops."

So Di Giacomo hit him on the head
and locked him in the van.

Have you seen Ahmed?

Ahmed?

Have you ever seen this guy?

I don't know him.
Do you know him?

-I don't.
-Thank you, bye.

Angelo?

Hi.

-The prints I told you about.
-OK.

When can you give me an answer?

I'll call you as soon as I'm done.

-Thanks.
-No problem.

-Well?
-Two things.

This morning I sent Jacopo to school.

Good.

And I know where the black guy's going.

How do people work?
How is it possible?

If a guy finds some bones
and realizes they're not from a dog,
can't he wait until we arrive
before continuing with the excavator?

I'm done with Rettori,
do you want a hand?

I need patience, which I don't have.

I thought I was supposed to work
on a skeleton, not do a jigsaw puzzle.

-Is that your report?
-Yes.

Have you added anything?

-No, but you can check.
-No need.

I'll leave it on your desk.

Hello?

I wanted to know if you have anything
on those prints yet.

I've been denied access.

-What does that mean?
-They belong to a person with a record.

-I can't help you.
-Why?

There's a classified investigation,
I'm sorry.

Inspector Carlo Guerrieri,
please leave a message.

I'm calling for work.

I have something important to tell you
that I should have told you earlier,

but I didn't know.

Call me back.

Carlo, what is it?

I found the van.

-Where?
-I sent you the position.

I'll get a unit together
and I'll join you.

And the black guy.

Hurry up.

Di Giacomo!

I'll find you a safe place to hide
and I'll take care of the rest.

I'm fine here.

And the drugs?

I'll take the drugs,
tell them they can trust me.

What do you want in exchange?

Half, it's a good deal for you, too.

You're burned,
they'll replace you in a heartbeat.

Better me than someone else.

Fuck!

Stop, don't move.

You too.

Come on, quickly!

Go!

Guys, move it!

Take your foot off and call
my superior officer in Narcotics.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Quick, come on!

Deputy Inspector Malik Soprani.

You blew my cover.

Did it ever occur to you to tell us?

You only had to talk to the guy
running the investigation

and we would have suspended
the search.

I didn't think of it, sorry.

I was about to close the case.

You thought those four clowns
at the Monti station

wouldn't catch you.

Why would I have thought that?

You certainly didn't know
how zealous we get

when it's a matter of hitting back.

Don't put it like that,

I didn't know he was a colleague
and I couldn't let him get away again.

Anyway, no hard feelings?

-I'm going to interrogate Di Giacomo.
-We're going.

-What do you mean?
-You can interrogate him together.

Don't make such a fuss about it.

No, but we need to talk.

Soprani, go get your wound
medicated in the infirmary.

Goodbye.

It's a homicide case,
it's not Narcotics' jurisdiction.

This concerns Narcotics too,
we can't exclude him.

If the interrogation reveals anything,
I'll tell him.

I've got ten days till I retire,
I don't want to get there with an ulcer.

All right.

This is Di Giacomo's cell phone.

The second SIM card
we were looking for, isn't there.

-One-nil to me.
-Wait before you crow victory.

First we have to find his mistress.

I'll ask for the records again.
How about Rettori's?

It was in the van, Forensics have it.

Let's hope it still works.

You can't come in here.

To make a report, go to your right,

for a residence permit, upstairs.

No, it's OK!
We already arrested him by mistake.

He's a colleague, a good one!
The top of the class.

-Cantabella, do you want to marry him?
-No, I was just telling you who he is.

He's Deputy Inspector Soprani

and he'll work this case with us.

Malik, nice to meet you.

Only this case, don't worry.

Congratulations.

I'll find you a safe place to hide
and I'll take care of the rest.

-And the drugs?
-I'll take them.

Tell them they can trust me.

-What do you want in exchange?
-Half. It's a good deal for you, too.

You're burned, they'll replace you
in a heartbeat.

Better me than someone else.

You still want to say
we met by chance?

You'd better confess.

And explain to us why you killed Rettori.

You really think I'd kill someone
and take them to the market?

-If you wanted to make them disappear.
-Why?

-What motive would I have?
-You tell us.

I can only hazard a guess.

He caught you hiding the drugs
in his warehouse and he was pissed.

Rettori was desperate,
I gave him a hand.

So he found out your cover and asked
for money to keep quiet.

And I'd kill someone
for shit like that?

When was the last time you saw Rettori?

The other night at 6:30 p.m.,
he asked me to load the van

because he was leaving in the morning.

-I loaded it and I left.
-Was anyone there?
No, by then he was working on his own.

He usually loaded the van in the
morning, but he had a wedding.

What did you do after that?

I walked home.

I live five minutes away
from the warehouse.

Can anyone back that up?

No, I was on my own.

It's not looking good for you,
Di Giacomo.

You deal, you drive around
with your dead partner in the van...

you run when you see us and
you don't have a shred of an alibi.

Inspector...

I've done lots
of fucked up things, but not this.

This isn't one of them.

-You cut me out.
-You don't get it.

Right, I don't get it...

Santagata dumped him on me,
what can I do?

What the fuck's the matter?

With me? Nothing.

It's not true, you're on edge. Why?

I don't know.

I'm tired.

Maybe.

It's better if I drink this.

Soprani?

Let's go to Rettori's warehouse.
The lower-ranking officer drives.

I know the rules.

Don't think I'm slave-driving you
because you're black.

Look who's here!

-Do you know her?
-By sight, for now.

-Will you give me a minute?
-To do what?

-To make arrangements for tonight.
-You're spending it in a hospital.

Why?

Coming, sweetheart.

She's my daughter,
so watch your step.

-Hi, Dad.
-Hi.

-Am I disturbing you?
-No. He's a colleague.

-Malik.
-My pleasure, Alba.

I'm sorry about yesterday morning,
I couldn't stop.

Yesterday morning?

The Vespa, remember?

-What are you talking about?
-Nothing, a coincidence.

I had Rettori's wound examined,
there were traces of rust and paint.

He was struck with a convex object
with a smooth surface.

Maybe a pipe.

He was attacked from behind,
probably by someone he knew.

OK.

She's a medical examiner.

Let's go.

Bye, sweetheart.

Rettori has nothing to do with the drugs
and Di Giacomo didn't kill him,

or else he would have
got rid of the body earlier.

You kill a guy in an isolated place
and take him to a market?

It doesn't make sense.

But Di Giacomo lied to us about
what he was doing at the time of crime.

-How do you know, got a crystal ball?
-No, 30 years of experience.

And I look people in the face
when they speak.

There's nothing in there.

Here there is, come take a look.

In Italy we make scaffolding
with these.

I grew up here.

Paint and rust fragments, like Alba said.

-Cantabella?
-Yes?

We're at Rettori's warehouse,
send us forensics when they're done.

I'll call them at once.

Leave it, I'll do it.

They seem happy to work here.

People always smile in group photos.

It doesn't count.

Is Rettori's wife's hair fair or dark?

Dark brown.

-This confirms Repola's theory.
-In what way?

A woman's been here.

And these are her clothes.

If my husband had a mistress,
I'd have noticed.

It could have been a recent thing.

Your husband just got a second cell.

You already told me that.

And there was a cot there too.

It's always been there.

But lately someone's
been sleeping there.

And we found women's clothing.

Yes, but I think that if my husband
were here right now,

he'd have an explanation for this.

Ma'am, I want the same thing as you,

I want to find your husband's killer.

But if there's anything
you haven't told me,

this is the time to tell me.

He used the bed to put people up.

What people?

Guys that worked with him
and had nowhere else to go.

Were they off the books?

My husband always respected everyone.

That's not what I meant.

The house is full of gifts
from people he helped.

Small things, a token of their gratitude.

They meant a lot to him.

Then things started to go badly
and he had to lay people off.

Even when he hired people as day
workers, he respected them.

Don't mind him, please excuse him.

Was he hosting anyone recently?

I'm on your side.

I know he was helping someone
in trouble,

but that's all he said.

What kind of trouble?

That I don't know.

Do you know if it was a woman?

No.

My darling...

I am locked in the van.

I can't get out.

It's so cold!

Help me.

I'm stuck.

I'll get a glass of water.

Help me, please!

Darling, help me!

It's cold!