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- Anna. These are
for you. Happy birthday.

- How do you know
it's my birthday?

- I know
all about you.

- Thank you.

- Who are you celebrating
with? Anyone in particular?

We could celebrate
together, if you want.

- It's not a good idea. We're
colleagues, you know that.

- What's the matter?
Don't you like flowers?

- Thank you, anyway.

- Carlo, they're waiting in the car.
- Oh yes,

I'll go get the
gun in the drawer.

See you later.

- Thank you.

- Perfect.

Ham sandwich,
no tomato.

How could
I forget? Right?

You're welcome.

1 NEW MESSAGE

But, what...
video poker?

- Anna?
- Where are you going?

- What's going on?

- This is
a joke.

- It's not a joke!
Look at the photo, look!

Don't you
see it?

- Come with me.

- Are you sure she's the English tourist?
- Yes, yes, it's her.

- Sorry to bother, sir,
but it's an emergency.

- He's not a
liar. He's serious.

That's the
photo of the girl.

- Who is she?

The English tourist, Christine Gildred.
The one we've been looking for.

The kidnapper just
sent this message

saying he's keeping her prisoner
and he wants to play with us.

Poker. In
one hour sharp.

- A poker game?

- We received
an email

from someone whose
identity is still unknown.

- Silence, please!

- He says he kidnapped
the English tourist

who, as we know,
disappeared yesterday.

He attached a
photo of the girl.

He wants to bet on her life,
playing video poker with us.

If we refuse to
play, he will kill her.

If we lose,
he will kill her.

But he says that if we
win, he will let her go.

- I don't believe him. He's
just another mythomaniac.

- How can we
trust a blackmailer?

- There is
one final detail.

He says that for
every hand he wins,

he will...
mutilate her.

- Video poker?
That's absurd.

And how?
- An online chat room.

He gave us the coordinates.
He thought of everything.

And time is
running out.

- Then get down to work.
Go online and start to play.

- But I've never played
poker. I hate playing cards.

- Oh, just buy
some time.

Keep him busy as long as you
can so they can track him down.

- There's a password:
"The CardPlayer."

That's also
his nickname.

- Come on, handsome.
Where are you?

- And my name?
Sara.

- Where
are you at?

- We're trying.
Keep him occupied.

- Just the two of them
playing with a full deck.

- And there's
the joker. Strange.

- Generally poker has no joker.
We have to follow his rules.

- He wants to play five
hands, one after another.

The police
go first.

The first to win three
games out of five takes it all.

He's filming her
live with a webcam.

- Time is
running out.

- No. We can't. We
can't give in to blackmail.

We are the police.
It could be a bluff.

- What
if it isn't?

That girl's life
is in our hands.

We have to
give her a chance.

- No, we cannot
indulge the provocations

of the first maniac
who tries to bait us.

- But he told us what
he'll do if we don't play.

- I'm the one in charge here.
I'll take responsibility for it.

We are not going
to play. Tell him that.

Tell him!

- Too late.

- Son of a bitch!
- He killed her!

- That filthy bastard!

- So, did you make him? Did you
get his position, the bastard?

- No, he uses various proxies
and switches routers constantly.

- With these programs,
we don't stand a chance.

- Go to hell.
- It's encrypted! It's a code, sir.

- We did nothing
to save her life.

- Come on!
Move it.

- Hurry up with
that plastic bag.

Hey! Get rid of those
photographers right now.

Yes, exactly!
Out of here now!

- The girl was kidnapped in Rome,
and in Rome we found the body.

- As far as anyone is concerned,
we did everything possible.

He is probably hiding
behind a firewall.

He could also use different proxies
to jump from one channel to another.

- A lot of bullshit talk.
You should have played.

Right now that girl
could still be alive,

but you didn't
give her any chance.

- Who is that?

- British police. That's
the inter-force procedure.

- Great, another dickhead.
- Fuck you!

- You piece
of shit!

- Break them up!

- Calm down!
Stop it!

- I'll be watching you
until the case is resolved.

And don't fool yourselves,
I won't allow you to cut me out.

- What does he want?
- Oh he's nothing.

- I haven't done
anything! I told you!

I haven't done anything,
you ugly bastards!

- Wait!

- What is it?
What do you want?

- I just want to say
that I agree with you.

I also would've
chosen to play.

- Oh yeah? Well,
now you've told me.

- I'm Anna.
Inspector Anna Mari.

- John Brennan. London Police,
currently at the embassy in Rome.

- You're not
British, are you?

- No, I'm Irish, but I've lived
in London for twenty years.

- In there everyone
thinks you're an asshole.

- They're right, I am.
- But you were right.

Someone from the
other side supports you.

- And who
would that be?

- Then you truly
are an asshole.

- What may
I offer you?

What can I do
for you, darling?

Well then, no defensive wounds.
She didn't bite or scratch him.

No signs
of sexual abuse...

except for this.

I found it
inserted in the vagina.

- The joker.

The wild card.

The wild card.

Maybe it's his way
to tell us he's crazy.

- Hey hey hey,
what are you doing?

Leave those gloves
alone, those are mine.

- I specialized
in forensic medicine.

Just because you didn't see it,
doesn't mean it wasn't there.

- What is it?
- I don't know.

It seems to be
some kind of seed.

- A seed?

Anna,
your autograph.

From which cave did
that guy come out of?

Thank you.

- How come the best ones
work at the embassy?

- When I was
still in London,

I lead an intervention
during a robbery

that turned into
a sort of siege.

I killed two robbers and
put the third in the hospital.

One of the
dead was a minor.

I couldn't know.
They had masks on.

The press made a fuss
and blamed the Police Department.

I was
the scapegoat.

So they shipped
me here to Rome

to protect British tourists
from bag-snatchers. Happy now?

- Where did you meet him?
- At Eva's party.

- He was the blond
one. Don't you remember?

- Ah, yes.

- Hey, do you think
he's too young for me?

- How old is he?
- Twenty.

- Ten years younger than you.
- It's not too much, is it?

- Well, kinda.

- I'm going to meet him tonight.
- Okay.

- I'll tell you everything.
- Okay, bye.

- Hello.
- Hello. Come on.

- That filthy bastard!
- He killed her!

- John.

- There's a new message. He wants to play.
- Very well.

- Here we go.

- Again with
this game, huh?

- Not playing means we
sentence the victim to die.

- That's true.

- Anna is right.
We have to try.

- If you play, it'll be much
easier for us to track him down.

- Well, what are we going
to do? Time's ticking away.

- What are you waiting for? Hurry up!
- Calm down. Okay, we're in.

But you are going to play.
Poker is not my thing.

- Let's start.

- It's our turn.

Who wants
to play?

- I can try.

I'm not that
bad at poker.

If no one else
wants to give it a shot.

- Go ahead, Carlo.

- Okay.

Let's begin.

Four, four, three,

two...four!

Good!
Three of a kind.

- Draw two cards.
- Sorry, I'm the one playing, okay?

Come on.

Nine, five.
Fuck.

All right. We still
have a set of four.

Ten, six, jack...

queen, ace.

He's got nothing. But he
could try for a straight flush.

There he
goes! Fuck!

Damn!

That's horrible!

- He's nuts!

- What's he
doing to her?

- Hold the pair,
draw three cards.

- The straight
flush is rare.

- But there it was.
- He didn't have alternatives. We do.

- Don't be stupid. Draw three cards.
- All right, but let me breathe, okay?

Fuck!
Two tens.

Two nines.

- You smoke,
don't you?

- Yes, sir.

- Give me
a cigarette.

- He's won again.

- He killed her.

- Have you found him?
- No. Nothing.

- We're stuck on a server
in San Jose, California.

- To hell
with it!

- Carlo, it
wasn't your fault.

You did everything possible.
- Everything possible? I lost.

Damn. I lost.

That woman died because of me.
- You don't know.

Maybe he would
have killed her anyway.

- Do you want a sip?
- I told you, I don't drink.

What a serious,
well-balanced girl.

Why are you walking me home?
- Because you can barely stand.

- I think you're right.
Now tell me, how--

- And you
can't talk either.

- How about coming up
and keeping me company?

- Don't even
think about it.

- Look, I am
a lot of fun.

- Oh, your breath.

You're
an asshole.

Poker is a
metaphor for life.

The way people
behave at poker

corresponds to the way
they behave in life.

There is no better
psychological exercise

than observing the
actions and reactions

of people while
at the poker table.

The eyes aren't
the mirror of the soul,

poker is.

- This morning, around
seven. It showed up here.

- Did you put the
statement on record?

- John.

- The two seeds
are identical.

They come from a plant,
the passiflora pervillosa sylvatica.

As the name suggests, it is a wild
plant, very common around here.

According to
my opinion,

we should stick
to this line of inquiry.

- We think that the suspect
is about 30 to 35 years old,

education medium-high level,
likely received in the US,

and with good
financial resources,

judging by the level
of secrecy he achieved

by means of extremely
sophisticated and costly gear.

- How can we be sure
the games aren't fixed?

- It's very difficult to explain,
but we can say he's not cheating.

The games are interactive
and absolutely random.

- Cheating is not
part of his philosophy.

This kind
of serial killer

falls into the category
which the FBI defines as:

Risk-Taking Hedonist.

It means that the risk excites
him to an exceptional degree.

Now, in these individuals the impulse
to murder doesn't suddenly explode.

There's a
period of incubation

during which they try out different
ways of satisfying their instincts.

Sky diving, for example.
Bungee jumping.

Walking on railroad tracks
with their eyes closed.

Participating in
illegal drag racing.

Or playing
Russian roulette.

- So he could have some
record along those lines.

Check every file
for those activities.

- Stop.
I said stop!

- Hey, calm down.

- Stop now!

- Are you
all right?

- Besides here, where else do they race?
- A bunch of other places.

But they change all the time,
a bit like the raver types do.

- Have you ever
caught anyone?

Yes, we recently
identified a few,

arrested some
others, the usual.

- I want to
see the reports.

Here are all the cases
of Russian roulette in Rome

in which
someone died.

Now, Russian roulette
is not a solitary game.

It's generally played
among friends, so to speak.

This can be
our starting point.

Who were the friends of the
idiots that shot themselves?

We track them down, and perhaps
one of them is the card player.

- I researched the illegal car
racers. I've got a list of names.

What was
it you call us?

Oh, yeah. Morons.

Well, as you see, we morons don't
spend all day scratching our ass.

- Look, I wasn't talking about you.
- What an honor.

- I'm sorry, for everything.
Including the other night.

- You took your
time, Danny Boy.

However,
it was fun.

- Look at this list.
- Yes.

- If I were you, I'd leave
the Englishman alone.

He's a loose cannon,
totally unreliable.

And be careful.

- In what way?

- The way in which the card player hates
the police, but he also hates women.

He could kill two
birds with one stone.

- You're trying
to scare me.

- No.

This is
just a warning.

- The card player doesn't
know me. He knows Sara.

- We have a
pizza for table six.

- Here I am. Are
you ready to order?

Maybe an appetizer?

- Sure, it's a pity.
- Last night, he tried again.

It's always
the same things.

- It's always
the same things.

He says that he can't because
he has to see his friends.

That's it!

- Sorry. Did
I miss something?

- I was telling him that here
in Italy video poker is allowed

only if the winnings are collected
in terms of purchase at a counter.

Cash payouts
are illegal.

So people often
play in private clubs,

and organized
crime handles it all.

- He's here.
- Let's go.

- If those clubs are illegal,
why don't you shut them down?

- Because some of them
are gold mines of information.

We've got bugs
everywhere.

- I hate gaming.
- What?

- Every video poker maniac
is happy to come through here.

My place is the
mecca of video poker.

- Any of them make
an impression on you?

A really good one?
- Beautiful.

- Or some regular who all
of a sudden stopped coming?

- I already told you. We
get all kinds of people here.

How could I remember them all?
- Just make a little effort.

- All right. Let's go in the
other room. It'll be quieter.

This way.

Go ahead.

This guy just kept
winning, as if he had some

magic in his fingers.

I forget
what it's called?

- The Midas touch.
- Someone with talent.

- He came here only a couple of times,
but I can recognize talent immediately.

Turn down
that music! Okay!

Excuse me.

As I was saying,
thirty-five years old,

dark hair, a
certain attitude.

- Where can we find him?
- I don't know.

All I know is that he
doesn't come in anymore.

- What's his name?
- I don't know.

I never found out.
If I did, I would tell you.

- These are
my numbers,

in case something
pops into your head.

- And these
are mine.

Call me too.

- Thank you
very much.

- Still no news on the
case of the card player,

the killer who
for many days...

- Hello?

Good. Great work.

This champion of champions
is a guy by the name Remo.

He hangs out at
a club by the Casilina.

- Look at that.

- It can't be him.
- He's barely eighteen.

- Yes, go!

- Hello?

When?

John!

He kidnapped
another one.

- Shit!

- Hello, it's Anna.

I've got an idea of how
to stop this maniac.

I can't talk now. Meet
me there in half an hour.

- Get out!
- Let me go!

- Calm down! We're
police you asshole!

- Calm down!
We're the police!

- I'm not doing anything
wrong. I'm just playing.

Stop messing around. Got it?
Get back to work and shut up. Now!

- How old are you?
- Nineteen.

- Do you work?
- No, I go to school. Today I skipped.

- Come with us.
- Where?

- C'mon. We just want to
talk to you for a minute.

Come on,
let's go.

- He can help us win.
The boy's a virtuoso.

Let him try.
- We saw him in action.

- Whose idea was it?
- Mine.

- But he's
just a boy.

- It doesn't matter.
He knows what he's doing.

- So you're
the little genius.

- No no no no, I'm
not a genius, okay?

It's a game,
it's just luck.

And my stomach really
hurts. I must go, excuse me.

- Cut it out.

The commissioner
here, Dr. Alfieri,

offers you 2500 euros
for every game you win.

- For real?
- Yes.

- Okay.

But I have a few
small problems...

- Not anymore.
Right?

- What do I have to do?
- Win.

- Come with me.

- Berardelli,
keep your mouth shut.

- Hi. Oh,
sorry. Listen,

have you seen Remo?
The guy who was with us.

- No.

- Where
did he go?

- Bye, see you.

- What the hell
are you doing?

Are you
smoking a joint?

- I wanna
go home.

But how do I do
it? It's too absurd.

I got a test tomorrow,
I gotta study, okay?

And honestly, I don't think I can do it.
- I think you can. You always win.

Come on,
you can tell me.

You've got
a system?

- No, I don't.
- Oh yes you do.

- It's not
a system.

Whenever I play, I feel like
an energy growing inside me,

like a wind,

that runs through
my arms, and,

when it reaches my hands,
they know what to do.

With them
I can win.

- Every time?

- No. No, sometimes
they mess me up.

So I cannot
promise you anything.

- In fact, you
don't have to.

Let's go.

- He kept
winning every game...

- Yes, right.
- I know.

- Tomorrow the new gear
from Houston arrives.

- It uses a processor much
more powerful than this one,

so we'll be able to access
a better broadband connection.

- Good.

- Here we are!

- Focus, guys.

- We need
to begin, Remo.

- Okay.

Those cards suck.

- Come on,
try at least.

No, it's too difficult.
I can't, sorry, really...

Remo, listen to me. Let
the wind guide you. Come on.

- Two pair!
- Very good! Bravo, okay!

- It's luck, just luck.
- No, it's you.

- Now let's
see his move.

He could beat us
with another two pairs.

- It's a risk.

- Great! Very good!
- Magnificent, we're on the right track.

- Very well.
- We made it!

- Look at
the girl.

- Come on!
Hurry up!

Come on!

- She made it!

- Get out! Run!

- Come on,
get out of there!

Go!

Get out.

- Go!
You can do it.

- No!
- Kill him!

- That bastard is too fast.
- Hit him!

- Come on.
- Shit!

- Come on, let
him have it, harder.

- Yes! That's it.
- Kick him!

- No!

- Fuck!
- Oh, my God.

- Bastard.

- He's a beast.
- We'll catch you.

- What a bastard!

- Here he is.

- Calm down.
I have no statement.

No statements before
tomorrow's press conference.

- Yes, hello.
They're analyzing the video.

- This is for you.
- Thanks.

Give me
a moment.

- The table is metal,
maybe steel, modern design.

The tiles on the floor are
cheap, worn out and broken.

- There's rust
on the walls.

It could be
metal, perhaps iron.

- He's surely a
bit taller than her,

at least in comparison
to the leg of the table.

He seems to be of medium
height, agile and sturdy.

- There's a
two-door cupboard,

it appears to be made
of metal, like the walls.

- I think it could be
some kind of storage,

or an
old garage.

- What the hell's this?
- Carrot juice.

- Try it.

- For two days I
haven't touched alcohol.

Okay,
maybe a beer.

Or two.

Have you
been practicing?

Do you want to
play the next game?

- It was
my father's.

He was a
poker player.

He was so obsessed by it
that he forgot everything else.

At the end, he
had so many debts

he had the great idea to end it
by throwing himself under a train.

We were at the
station, the two of us.

Suddenly I remember, he hugged
me and then he threw himself away.

He had the same look
of terror as these girls.

I don't know why
I'm telling you all this.

- Do you
want me to go?

- Yes.

Sorry, it's not
you. It's just...

When you play against an
adversary more skilled than you,

try to undermine
his confidence,

undermine him, make him
nervous and ridicule him.

But the most important thing is,
never succumb to his personality.

- Roman citizens
have spent another day

asking themselves if the
card player will strike again.

In the meantime, the police
are carrying on investigations--

- I put
it here.

Where are you?

Stop! Stop!

Stop!

Shoot him! What
are you waiting for?!

No.

- Yes, don't worry.
I'm almost finished.

- I told you, at her mother's
house. She's been assaulted.

- This goes
straight to lab.

- Don't waste time looking
for prints. He had gloves on.

Rubber gloves.

- Did you manage
to see his face?

- No, unfortunately.

I'd say he's young
and in good shape.

The only things
he left are these.

- Inspector, we need
to analyze your clothes

and any potential
evidence from your nails.

- Right away.

- Everything okay?

But why you?

- I'm only sorry
I didn't kill him.

- I understand.
But why you?

-He's been playing with
me since the first email.

- Listen, I know
you don't want a man

in your bed all night, but right
now it doesn't seem like a bad idea.

Come stay at my
hotel for a few days.

- Hey!

Don't you recognize me?
I'm Mario from the café.

- What are you doing here?
- What is this?

- An interrogation?
- Answer my question.

- I was returning to
my home. I live nearby.

In the Talenti
neighborhood.

What's happened?
Was somebody killed?

- Move it,
go home.

And the same goes for
all of you too. Clear out!

The show
IS Over.

- Where did
I put the file?

- How are you?
- Surviving.

- These are for you.
- Beautiful.

They're from
that plant.

- You mean the seeds
found on those girls?

The seeds grow inside
it, and when it opens...

- Nothing else?

Any news on the
cases you're reviewing?

- The Russian
roulette ones?

There's one
interesting one.

A friend of the deceased
studied in America.

Computer science, apparently.
We're trying to find him.

- And the bang on the recording?
- I don't know.

Maybe a
recording defect.

Anyway, it might not
be anything significant.

- Yes, very realistic.

- I enjoyed it too.
- Beautiful, right?

I liked the Polish
one very much.

- Yes, I
heard it too.

- Yes, darling.
Don't worry.

It could be
just a coincidence.

Let me
handle it. No.

Stay near
the telephone.

Yes. Yes I
agree, I agree.

I'm afraid...
he's taken my daughter.

- What?

She left the university
more than three hours ago,

and since then, no one
has seen nor heard from her.

Please, help
me find her.

- Of course. Don't worry.
- We'll find her.

- You can
bet on it, Luca.

- He took Lucia!
He wants to play!

Come on,
pick up the phone.

Pick up.

Remo! Where the fuck are you?
You have come here right now.

He wants to play
another round. Run!

- How's it going? Any news?
- Not bad. This time we may get it.

- Remo, finally!
Come on, move it.

Come on!

Do you need us to give
you the red carpet? Hurry!

- Remo, he took the
commissioner's daughter.

- Really?

- I've analyzed
the previous games,

and they all have
a common denominator.

He wins by
taking a lot of risks.

This is also his weakness, as
he exposes himself too much.

He's vain, he wants to win with style--
- I know, I know!

- Excuse me please.

Remo, I'm
counting on you.

- Yes, I know,

but I already told you, don't
depend on me, it's just luck.

I swear I'll do my best,
but if the cards I'm given--

- A jack.

- Well done.

- Dickhead.
We'll get you.

I'm almost
there, come on.

- Come on, guys.

- Two aces.
He could win.

- We're closing in
on him. He's in Rome.

- What the hell is happening?!
- Fucking bastard, he's deleting it all.

- No, the data, no!
- We got a virus.

Try this disc.

- Yes! Good!

One-zip!

- Come on, guys! Hurry up!
- Calm down.

- No risks
this time.

- Fingers crossed.

- Three
of a kind!

- Very good,
boy! Like that!

- He wants
a set of eights.

- Go fuck
yourself!

- The third hand.

- But what are you waiting
for? Try the sorry two.

- No, it would
be a mistake.

- I don't need
a three of a kind.

If he gets it too,
he'll win anyway.

I never try for
a straight flush,

but maybe
now is the time.

- Yes!

- Well done, Remo!

Now a three of a
kind is not enough.

He needs a four of
a kind or a full house.

- Oh, no.
- No, no, no.

- Yes! Go fuck
yourself! Yes!

- Good work.

- We made it.
- At least for now.

- I did it!
I did it!

- How was the
wind this time?

- It was perfect.

- And now all we
have to do is hope

he'll keep his
word and set her free.

- Hey!

Hey! What's up?
Don't feel well?

No, no. Don't be afraid.
I don't want to hurt you.

What's up?
What happened?

- Please, call the police.
- Yes.

- My name
is Lucia Alfieri.

- Okay, don't worry.
Everything's fine.

- Hello! Nice to meet you.
- Thank you.

- You're welcome!

- Kiss!
Kiss! Kiss!

- Cheers.

- Hello everybody.
How's it going?

- Let's put
them down here.

- Hello.

- My brother owns a house above the cliffs.
- Really?

- Why don't you go
cry on her shoulder?

- What the fuck
are you doing?

- Are you happy?
- Yes.

- Hello, Lucia.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- You're beautiful.

Something to drink?
- No, thank you.

- Open it.

- When he kidnapped me, I
felt he put a needle in my arm.

- Do you recall anything of the
place where he kept you prisoner?

- When I woke up,
I was tied and gagged.

It was a
decrepit room.

Not much furniture,
dirty unplastered walls.

And a table on which
were two computers.

- And him, did you
manage to see his face?

- No, he always
had a balaclava on.

- Excuse me, Lucia.

Did you hear
any strange noise?

- I was left unconscious
almost the whole time.

He woke me
up for the game.

When it was over, he
gave me another injection.

I don't remember anything else.
I woke up at the side of the road.

- What did you hear
when you were awake?

- Birds singing,
maybe pigeons cooing.

Traffic noise,
but distantly.

Wind blowing
through the trees.

- Did you ever hear anything
like a bang, an explosion?

Or else
a gun shot?

- No, nothing
like that.

- Hi.

- Hey Remo.
- Hi, Bunny.

- Finally!

- How goes it? Hi, beautiful.
- Hi, Remo.

- Do you
want a smoke?

- It's good stuff, try it.
- Okay, I'll take it.

- Okay, thank you, Bunny.
- See you.

- Here you go.

Take one.

Do you
have a cigarette?

No, sorry.

But I've got something
else to smoke, if you want.

- Oh yeah? Really?

- Yes, really. How about a break?
- No, I can't. I'm working.

Do you want to come too?
You like to play, don't you?

- What is it?

- A place where you
can win a lot of money.

- Yes, well.
I don't need it.

Why don't we
do something else?

- Something like... this?

Wow. Maybe if
you behave yourself.

- Where did she go?
- That way.

- Hey! Wait!

Wait!

Stop, please.

Stop. Stop.

Why don't we play
another game, eh?

- Okay.

- You're so beautiful.

Ow!

Come here, please.
- No, you come.

- I don't even
know your name.

- But I know
yours, Remo.

- Hey!

Hey, wait!

Stop!

Hey! Hey.
Stop for a moment.

What's wrong?

Who told you my name?
- Wait.

- Why, why do you
have my photo in your bag?

Who are you?

Come on, tell
me the gag.

- I've been paid to do this.
- Paid to do what?

Who paid you?
- Some guy.

Some guy who told
me that you're friends.

- But who,
what is all this?

- I don't know. He just said
I should bring you here.

He also said to
give you this, here.

- Who?

Now that you reach your destination,
you'll see two doors in front of you.

One leads to safety,
the other to death.

And now, if you want proof, I'll
show you that this is not a joke.

What does it mean?
What doors? These?

- I don't know.
I'm scared, I'm going.

- No, you're not going!
You stay here. What is this?

- I don't know.
Please, let me go!

- Stop. Tell
me what it is!

Oh God.

- There's your proof.
Now make your choice.

You can't escape.
Make your choice now!

- Okay!

- Poor boy.

- How could he know
Remo was playing for us?

- He knows
too much.

He is
one of us.

- Try to
cheer up.

- If you keep going that way,
everyone will turn against you.

- Stop.
I don't care.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Do you hear me?
- Hello.

- Hello?
- It’s me!

- Hello?
- It's Alvaro, do you remember me?

I'm the owner of the video arcade
you and your pretty colleague visited.

Do you remember me?
- Yes. What's the problem, Alvaro?

- The problem is, I saw on the
news that the guy Remo was killed.

- And so?

- The one I told you
about was not Remo.

He wasn't that
tall, nor that young.

The word is he used to live
near Trastevere, on the Gianicolo.

Oh! I have to go
now. Busy busy!

- Hello?

- Hello, Anna.
- Hi, John.

- Listen, remember that Alvaro guy?
He just gave me an interesting lead.

Um, check the
Russian roulette files,

I need the address of the guy
who died five or six years ago.

The card player maybe lived nearby,
maybe they knew each other.

- Okay, I'll check
and text it to you.

- Okay. Thank you, Anna.
- John?

- Yes?
- See you later.

- Look how beautiful!

- Kids, gather
around me, please.

Okay, now I'll explain
a very important thing.

This is a
Gianicolo tradition.

Every day, for well
over a hundred years,

right here, and
always on time,

they have fired the cannon
exactly at twelve o'clock sharp.

- Yes.

- Hello?

Hello?
- Anna, it was all a bluff.

- What do you mean?
- The noise I heard on the recording

was the cannon they fire every day
on the Gianicolo at twelve o'clock.

The girl wasn't killed at three;
he killed her three hours before.

The game was fixed,
it was all recorded.

- Yes, but why?
- Because he wanted an alibi.

That's why!

But where are you?
- I'm on the way home.

- There's no service here. I'll check
the gardens nearby to find that pollen.

- John, where are you?
- I can't... Hello?

Shit.
- John?

- It's Anna. Put me through
to the commissioner.

- He's not at the office now.
- I'm worried about John.

He was after a lead. I last heard from him
two hours ago, on his way to Gianicolo.

And now I can't reach
him. He's disappeared.

- What lead?

- He claims that the first
game we played was recorded.

He thinks that the card
player wasn't playing live.

And he killed the
girl three hours earlier.

That he was
building an alibi.

- What are
you talking about?

- I'm thinking about
John, I can't reach him!

Are you listening
to me or not?!

- Yes, I am. Very well.
- Tell the commissioner. I'm on my way.

- Okay.

- Anna, they've just
found Brennan's car.

- Where?
- On the Gianicolo.

Let's go,
the Gianicolo!

- Get in the car, Anna.
I'm going there too.

Are you very
anxious about him?

- Turn on the flashing lights.
- It's in the back.

- Where are
you going?

- To the car.

It's a shortcut.

- You've got some
pollen on your shoulder.

Stop the car!

Stop the car!

- What's happened?

- Welcome to
hell, Inspector Mari.

What did
you do to John?

Sorry, I
had to kill him.

- Don't talk bullshit!
- You don't believe it?

Look at this
little souvenir.

You've never liked
any of my gifts, eh?

Do you know why
I brought you here?

So you'll meet the
same end as your father.

- You know
nothing about my father!

- Maybe not.
But I do know...

that you
are about to die.

Just like him,
under a train.

But you won't
hear it coming.

My favorite game.

A fair
challenge.

And now a lovely
game, just you and me.

- No way!
You're crazy!

A regular game. The
card player always plays fair.

This is the bet. Guess
which one is your key.

The winner goes
free. And the loser,

the loser will
be hard to identify.

We have
little time.

Usually, the police starts.
But we're both police...

- You're not with the police,
you're just a piece of shit!

- Okay, okay
I'll open.

- Tell me why.
Why's it got to be me?

- You have the courage to ask
me this? I've always loved you.

It's your turn.
Go move!

- Love.

You don't know
what it means to love.

- Still, all I did was for you. And
now I'm risking it all for you.

- I can beat you.
I want you dead!

- No, forget it.

You can
never beat me.

- You ugly
son of a bitch!

You don't
deserve to live.

You don't deserve to live!
You don't deserve to live!

- Yes!

One-zip,
my love.

And the
train is coming.

- Undermine him, make him
nervous and ridicule him.

Undermine him, make him
nervous and ridicule him.

Put him into
a state of confusion.

- Your turn.

- How could you think
I would ever like you?

A madwoman wouldn't want you!
- Shut up, you damn bitch!

Shut up!

- You're a nobody
even at poker!

John saw
your bluff.

He is a real man. You're
nothing! You're a bore!

- No!

Three jacks!
One-one!

- You studied your
daddy's book, eh?

- Deal the cards.

- I feel a
lovely vibration.

Something is coming.

- Deal the
fucking cards!

- Don't tell me you're having
an attack of gaming fever?

But then it's in your blood.
- I don't want to die with you! Hurry up!

- Yes! Yes!

Royal flush!
Unbeatable!

- I won!
You're going to die!

- No.
No, I won!

- I won! Between
two royal flushes,

the minimum always beats the maximum.
- Who says so? Your stupid book's wrong!

- These are
the rules!

You're a loser.

At poker, just like you
are in life. A failure!

- No!

No! No!

I had
a copy.

I'm coming.

I'm coming.

Bitch! Daughter
of a bitch!

- Who's shooting?

Look, over there!

Miss?

Miss, are
you all right?

Miss?

Miss?

Do you
need a hand?

Miss, what's
happened?

- Hello?
- Chief Inspector Mari?

- Yes.
- We just got the results.

You're pregnant.
Congratulations.

- Thank you.