All language subtitles for Nero.a.meta.S01E002.1080p.WEB-DL.DD+5.1.x264-SbR

I'm locked in the van.

The battery runs out immediately
in the cold, his phone was dead.
They charged it in Forensics
and the message played.

-Time of recording?
-10:10 p.m.

You don't last long at that temperature,

so it figures they shut him in there
no earlier than 10:05 p.m.

Rettori called the other number twice,

but the calls didn't go through,
so they're not in the records.

The woman Rettori was harboring
may have the phone.

The phone was turned on
and off a few minutes ago.

It pinged off the cell towers
near the railway station.

Easy as looking for a needle
in a haystack.

Get back to me
when they locate it again.

Now I want a map of the cell phones
involved in this case,

starting the day before the murder.

File me a report on what you got on
Di Giacomo when you were undercover.

-Something wrong?
-No.
-But I need a desk.
-That's Petrone's.

He's on sick leave for two weeks.

You can take that one over there,
there's a few folders,

clean it off and get set up.

Agreed?

-Good morning, a coffee, please.
-Good morning. Coming up.

I really need it...
What do I owe you?

-Nothing.
-Then I'll come every day.

For new customers
coffee is always free.

I thought it was only for me.

-There you go.
-Thanks.

Worth coming back
not just for the coffee...

Bye.

Hi.

We always get
the timing wrong, you and me.

A sandwich and a fresh juice.

Maybe next time, huh?

-When you get them, bring them to me.
-Sure.

-Yes?
-Manlio Di Giacomo, I heard he's here.

Yes. You are?

His girlfriend.

Manlio was with me the other night,
who should I tell?

You have to talk to the inspector.

-Were you alone?
-What do you mean?

If someone comes forward with an alibi,
it has to stand up.

Yes, we were alone.

But then we quarreled and everybody
heard us. Does that stand up?

Depends if "everybody" can confirm it.

-What time did he get home?
-I don't know.

-When I got back he was already there.
-What time was that?

7:30 a.m. Can I see him?

-What did you do after that?
-We ate dinner.

Then he said he was going out and I said

that he wasn't going out without me
and we fought.

-We even threw plates.
-And he didn't go out...

No.

Do you know
what your fiancé does for a living?

Truck driver.

Malik, you tell her, you know him well.

He deals coke, heroin, pills...

And he's such a coward
he doesn't even do it himself.

If you've come here to get him out
of trouble, it won't be easy.

I'm asking you for the last time...

Was Manlio Di Giacomo with you
the night Quintino Rettori was killed?

Yes, he was with me.

Bearing false witness is a serious crime.

He slept over, he got up at six
and I haven't seen him since then.

Why didn't he tell us you were together,
that you're in a relationship?

I didn't want
to get her mixed up in this.

If her father knew
she's with me he'd kill her.

And she doesn't know about my work.

Some nerve calling it "work".

Now that she's told you where I was,
I'm all good, right?

And what about the dealing?

It would take a lifetime
for you to be all good.

PART 2

Take her in, but stay with them.

I'll give you the time to hug him
and then you can go home.

All right, thanks.

Bye, Cinzia, see you tomorrow.

The last two.

It's crazy, I'm moving
five minutes away

and I have a lump in my throat
like I'm going to America.

Shall we go?

Let's go.

Hi, it's Malik.

-Has the woman turned her phone on?
- No. If she does I'll call Guerrieri.

-You can call me, too.
-All right.

Thank you, bye.

And this?

I've never seen it.

Dad gave it to me,
he found it in a box.

You look like her, I can see why
he could never get her out of his mind.

-Are you saying it's my fault?
-No, I didn't say that.

-And what did you say?
-That you're the same as her.

You do your hair like her,
you dress like her,

you're attached to that Vespa
that must be 30 years old.

What's wrong with having memories?

Memories are supposed
to help you move forward.

And do I seem blocked to you?

A little.

Manuk.

Hi.

-Will you tell my mother I'm here?
-Sure.

To me.

Malik?

Mom!

Thanks for coming to pick me up,
I didn't know what else to do.

-What have you done?
-An accident at work.

Does it hurt? Let's go to the infirmary.

I've already disinfected it, don't worry.

You wouldn't go in there
even if a pack of dogs was chasing you.

-I'm not scared of dogs.
-I know.

But since you won't talk to me
about what does scare you...

-You could talk to a colleague of mine.
-Don't start!

I'm not scared of anything.

-Are you sleeping at night?
-Yes, more or less...

Don't worry.

-You want to drive?
-That's what you should be scared of.

You could teach me one day,
couldn't you?

PHONE RECORDS

Check this number.

-Have you located it?
-Yes.

It's just been switched on,
it's always been here.

-Thanks.
-You're welcome.

-What is it, Cantabella?
-Malik just called.

-That is, Deputy Inspector Soprani...
-So?

-We're going to Rettori's warehouse.
-Who's going?

-Me and the deputy inspector.
-To do what?

While he was checking the cell towers,

he noticed that Rettori's second cell
phone was always at the warehouse,

he checked and the phone is still there.

He ran a check?

And where were we?
Why didn't we figure it out?

The records came in late and Repola
had a doctor's appointment...

Good one, you got fooled by the negro.

The "negro" as you call him,
came top of his class.

Enough with that already.
Where are you?

I'm at home now,
but I'm meeting him at the station.

Stay home, I'll go.

-You could have switched it off.
-I can't, I'm on call.

-You got bawled out.
-It's work.

Did you miss me?

Next time you call one of my men
instead of me, you're out.

-Cantabella told me your rules.
-So, respect them!

Stop, police!

-Stop!
-Let go of me!

Let go of her. Leave her alone.

C'mon, let's go.

Easy.

Sit down.

Go.

Well...

Your name is Monique Abadhu

and your residence permit has expired.

In your purse you had a phone
registered to Rettori,

you've spoken quite a few times recently.

Do you want to tell us why?

He called you twice before he died,
or rather, he tried to.

I saw that you come from Nigeria.

Are you here alone, or is there anyone
you want us to call?

I come from the Ivory Coast.

Do you think I'll talk to you
because you're black?

If you don't talk,
we'll figure it out by ourselves.

The phone, you slept at his place,

what was there between you two?

Were you having a relationship?

What does that mean?

Were you lovers?

Why?

Is it because I'm black?

I'm black, poor and so I'm his lover?

I didn't say that.

Being black's not the issue,
I'm black too, if you hadn't noticed.

No, you're worse,
because you think like them.

-You disgust me.
-That's enough now.

A contest about who's the blackest?
I'm not interested.

I'm interested in knowing who killed
Rettori and I think you are, too.

My colleague Soprani is not
exactly the tactful type,

but he's right, if you don't speak,
I'll send everything to the judge

and he'll see the perfect image
of a guilty party.

But I don't think you're guilty.

Or Rettori wouldn't have
called you while he was dying.

But I also think that you know things
that are important for us.

For example, why Rettori was killed.

Leave us alone.

Please.

I went back to Nigeria
to look after my mother,

that's why my permit expired.

My husband and my brother
stayed with Rettori.

Everything was going well, but then...

I stopped hearing from them.

So I left my daughter in Nigeria
and came to look for them.

Their names are Chuba Abdu
and Simba Habila,

they're Monique's brother and husband
and they worked for Rettori.

What do we know?

After they were let go,
they told her everything was fine,

then when she stopped hearing
from them, she came to look for them.

And she didn't find them.

And she went to Rettori who put her up
and promised to help her.

But she says that the day of the murder,

Rettori had an appointment with
a guy who was going to find them.

Do we really believe her?

If we do, you have to explain why Rettori

went to so much trouble for this...

"Negress"? Finish the sentence.

There's such a thing as "humanity",
it happens to people with a conscience.

And maybe Rettori was like that.

Conscience or not,
we gotta find these two.

-Conscience?
-Yes.

What do you think?

-About what?
-About what? About Malik?

Ah, I didn't understand...

He's very good.

Good, he was top of my class.

He always beat everybody.

I don't like him.

Not because he's black.

Yes, sir.

You gave me a "Yes, sir"?

Speak, give me your opinion.

May I? Freely?

-Have I ever stopped you?
-No...

I think, inspector,
you have too many prejudices,

because you say you don't, but you do.

The prank of Petrone's desk...

is rather juvenile.

-In my opinion.
-All right.

If it were up to me
you'd have fucked your career.

-You told me to...
-Completely fucked it.

-Your father has a pizzeria?
-Yes.

Buy a bow tie, you might need it.

Here he is.

Well?

Monique's husband and brother
get around in a white station wagon,

until recently they slept
in a factory in Via Turati.

-Hi.
-Deputy Inspector Soprani.

-Fiorito, nice to meet you.
-Inspector Guerrieri.

This way.

This is the factory.

It looks increasingly dilapidated.

Dilapidated and quite busy.

I know.

You know how many eviction orders
my father requested before he died?

You don't?

Given the results,
I prefer not to waste my time.

-How much is this property worth?
-Millions...

if the redevelopment plans
were approved.

Nothing so far, bureaucracy is slow,
politicians never talk about that....

If I sold it today,
I'd get a third of its value,

so I'll wait, it's worth my while.

Are you aware of the rent racket
with illegal immigrants?

Of course.

Honestly, I feel sorry for them.

Have you ever seen these two?

No.

-Who are they?
-Two guys who maybe lived here.

-What happened to them?
-That's what we want to know.

Any idea who organizes the occupants?

No.

If I knew, I'd tell you,
I'd never allow this havoc.

If you're really sorry for the people
living on your property,

request another eviction order
and I promise this time we'll step in.

Keep it, if you see them,
maybe let us know.

-Of course.
-Thanks, see you.

Goodbye.

What is it?

They found the blacks' car,
I'm heading there with Forensics.

-I'll let you know.
-Speak to you later.

-Please, Deputy Inspector.
-Thanks.

There's news, we found
your husband and brother's car.

-And them?
-Not them.

In the car we found the pipe Rettori
was struck on the head with,

the one taken from the warehouse
where they killed him.

See, there's something I can't get
and that doesn't add up.

I don't believe you don't know anything
about this business.

It's the truth!

So why was he helping you?
Was he in love with you?

-No!
-My colleagues want straight answers.

Because he was a good person.

I believe you, but if you don't talk,
what are we supposed to think?

Your brother and husband have vanished
and the murder weapon was in their car.

Maybe they couldn't find work
and were struggling.

People do lots of things
when they're desperate, even the worst.

Have you seen yourself? What
do you know about being desperate?

-Hey.
-I knew you were here, I saw the Vespa.

Looks like today isn't
a good day either.

No, but it happens.

Is it the Rettori case?

My dad pissed you off, huh?

Sit down.

I thought I'd solved it but I was wrong
about the girl involved.

She sees me as a black guy
trying to be whiter than white.

You do kinda give that impression.

Kidding.

She thinks she's the only black person,
the only one to suffer...

She said she can see
I don't know true desperation.

And do you?

There was blood on the pipe,
but no prints.

They must have wiped them off.

Isn't it weird that two guys
dumb enough to leave the car

less than a mile away
from where they killed Rettori,

take the trouble to wipe off the prints?

Maybe they were forced to leave it there.

-Maybe.
-Wait.

What is it?

The phone towers speak clearly,

Rettori was in Via Turati
the day before he was killed.

Maybe Monique was right,

Rettori was really helping her
to find her husband and brother.

But what did she know
about Rettori's movements?

Unfortunately, we don't know
because thanks to this genius

she now refuses to speak to anyone.

-We've got to get in there now.
-Forget about it.

I'm not going into buildings occupied
by illegals without a warrant.

See you tomorrow.

Everyone here has pictures of kids,
grandkids, pets...

You're the only who still hasn't asked me
about the father.

I don't know if it's because you're
discreet or if you don't care about us.

If it comes to it, you still haven't
asked me where I come from.

But you're not the only one.

It's Don Maurini's family home,
maybe they found a spot for Monique.

-Sergeant Repola.
-Hi, my name's Ada.

-We haven't got a spare bed...
-But your colleague said...

Yes, she left me a note:

find accommodation for Monique Abadhu
but unfortunately...

Nothing, not even a fold-out bed?

No, I'm sorry, we simply can't.

-All right, thanks anyway.
- Goodbye.

There's no room.

I have an idea, I'll let you know.

The torture of being with me is over.

You'll like it here,
it's mainly women and children.

I miss mine.
I'm sorry.

Maybe he was in love with me,

but I was not his mistress,
Rettori always respected me.

I know.

You cut your hair.

-You look great.
-Thanks.

-Here.
-I wanted a change.

Good idea. Riccardo's not here?

Something came up at the office,
he'll join us later if he can.

What a pity.

-You're mean.
-I'm jealous.

The lasagna!

To you and to your new life!

It's the anniversary of Mom's death
in two days.

I know.

I know you know, but you still
haven't mentioned it.

I thought maybe this year
you didn't want to go.

You're an adult, you have your new life,
your new house.

Are you serious? We leave at dawn
as usual and I'll get the flowers.

All right.

Ma'am, have you seen these two?

Yeah, they were down there.

Let me out!

What the fuck are you doing?
Open up!

I'm a cop,
they'll come looking for me!

I said open it!

You bastard!

Help!

Fuck, there's no signal.

Help!

Good morning.

Malik's not in yet?

I thought
he was getting coffee with you.

He wanted to get into that place
and now he's not here. Call him.

-Any news from headquarters?
-No.

It's turned off.

Don't tell me he went on his own...

Cantabella, come with me.

Help!

Help!

Help!

Mommy!

-I'm coming, son.
-Mommy!
Please, my mommy!

Mommy! No!

Mommy!

Mommy! Mommy!

Give me your hand!

Are you hurt?

-What happened?
-Why the fuck did you come alone?

Cantabella, stay with him.

Stop, police!
Come out with your hands up.

Turn around. Hands behind your back.

Fiorito, come out, it's over.

-Go away.
-It's over.

-Better if you let me go.
-Are you shooting at me now?

It's crawling with cops out there.

Aren't the deaths on your conscience
enough already?

I'm coming in, don't do anything stupid.

Put the gun down.

Put the gun down.

-Good.
-All right.

-Thanks.
-You're welcome.

Everything OK?
You want anything else?

How are you?

You're soaked.

Go home.

Nice haircut.

Go on, there.

-Luca, go to the hospital with them.
-Yeah, sure.

-Has Santagata been told?
-Yes.

Hey, Malik.

-Alice?
-She's out there.

Malik's here, speak to you later.

What is it? What happened?

I remembered everything, Mom.

Everything what?

The sea, the boat, people in the water.

I saw my mother,

I saw her hand but I couldn't reach it.

I'm sorry.

Come on.

One thing's for sure,

after what you did to my colleague,
you're in the shit in any case,

so you'd better come clean
and don't waste my time.

I didn't kill them, it was a gas leak.

-They cooked where they slept.
-Where you made them sleep.

And anyway, you got rid of their bodies
so you could keep renting to illegals.

Rettori found out about it, which is why
he came to Via Turati so often.

-How's it going?
-How do you think? With a guy like him.

Soprani, get in there.

You used the car to turn the blame onto
them, security footage will nail you.

-Rettori was blackmailing me.
-No, he wanted justice.

Rettori had put those two up,
they became friends,

that's why he wanted
to help that woman.

Better for you
if you tell us what happened.

That night Rettori
was waiting for me at the warehouse.

He said he was going
to turn me in to the cops.

He started loading the van,
he had his back to me,

that iron pipe was just there...

I hit him and then I locked him in.

And then?

I lost control, I didn't mean to...

Why did you go with that car
if you only wanted to explain?

You wore gloves not to leave prints,
you didn't lose control!

You did all that to throw
the blame onto those two black guys.

You're a piece of shit.

Good, collaboration gets results, right?

So good it would be a shame
to lose them.

What do you mean?

Malik's not with Narcotics,
it was a temporary transfer.

It would have been idiocy
to let another station have him.

-Are you kidding?
-Never been so serious.

He's a good cop,
the top of his class.

From now on
he's in your squad, happy?

-Were you smoking?
-No...

I'll be in later tomorrow,
I'm going to Civitavecchia with Alba.

-Have you spoken to her?
-No.

You said you'd do it
before the anniversary.

You said you'd go to the doctor, too...

Alba's a woman now, she needs
to know the truth about her mother.

Sooner or later
I'll tell her everything about Clara.

See what a nice present
Santagata gave us?

Of course...

This is your passport.

-Have a safe trip.
-Thank you very much.

I need to apologize to you.

-I said some terrible things.
-So did I.

Of all people,
I shouldn't think with prejudice.

-How long since you've been to Africa?
-I've been in Italy since I was five.

I don't even remember Africa.

Italy's my home now.

What will you do?

I'm leaving tomorrow,
my daughter's waiting for me.

Even though she's still little,
I'll have to tell her everything.

Thank you.

One, two...

three!

What?

I'm proud of you.

And Mom would be, too.

Shall we go?

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

-How are things, all good?
-Yes, did you have a good vacation?

Listen, that magazine
I ordered in July...

They still haven't delivered it,
it will be in next week.

What? I even paid for it!

REMAINS FROM TORREVECCHIA WORK SITE
STILL UNIDENTIFIED

-Calm down.
-No, I won't calm down.

Borrow it, ask a friend...

It's coming in next week, trust me.

“Torrevecchia work site mystery:
a bracelet is the new clue."

Clara, you said
you wouldn't see him anymore.

That's right.

But you're still wearing this!

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