All language subtitles for the weapon the hour and the motive

Don't be mischievous!

Oh, come on! That's too quick!

THE WEAPON, THE HOUR, THE MOTIVE

That's more like it.

- That's it.
- I'll go get it.

- Again?
- Pick this one up.

Here you go.

- Come on!
- I'm terrible at this.

- Pass it here, Sister!
- I can't get it.

- Pass it higher.
- Do you want to try?

No, I'd rather not.

Pass it here!

Not like that.

Take this.

Here he is, again!
You're doing it on purpose! Be careful!

I'll cut your head off!

Do that again,
and I'll cut your head off!

Have you seen that?
He's destroyed them all.

I'm gonna kill him.

One of these days, I'll kill him.

You made me miss my appointment
with the councilman. Are you happy now?

I've told you to mind your own business.

See? They followed us here.

And now they're shit out of luck.

- Adoremus Dominum.
- Adoremus.

Hi. It's about time.

What's wrong?
Are you upset?

- Did you bring me the crime novels?
- No. I didn't have time.

Come on, get ready.
Roll up your sleeve, I'm in a hurry.

I love crime books.

Why did they fill the hallway
with those ugly birds?

They're for science class, Ferruccio.

If air enters the syringe,
Is it dangerous?

It's no laughing matter.
You could die.

You never hurt me, not like the doctor.
I'm glad he's gone.

Can't you stay here a while?

I can't, I told you. I'm busy.

You're always with Don Giorgio.
You never spend time with me.

Bye.

This lobster is great.

It's from Civitavecchia.

The career situation
is a serious problem.

Especially authentic careers.

No, thanks. It's too spicy.

I don't blame you for saying no.
Giulia's a famous witch, the sauce's hers.

You taught me that recipe.

- What star sign are you?
- Scorpio, I believe...

But astrology
is of little consolation to us.

More than a consolation,
it's becoming an obsession.

- Don't you agree, Don Giorgio?
- Yes, it's true.

Forbidden things
are always fascinating.

Finally, a good reason
to become a priest.

Pisani, surely you joke.

But careers are a serious matter.
Right, Mother?

That's right. It's better to have
a few good pastors than lots of bad ones.

Don Giorgio, you seem down today.
You look worried.

No, I'm a little tired, that's all.

Yet, you haven't had
much work to do as of late.

I'd argue that you had a rest, actually.
Maybe that's why?

Ever since I started teaching,
I've never felt more alive.

It's just that school
takes so much of my time.

I'm a pastor first and foremost,
you know?

You used to like school, didn't you?

Our order was twice as big,
ten years ago.

There has been a 50% decrease
in the last ten years, actually.

It seems that this is causing
the Pope great distress.

- Is it true he can't stop weeping?
- Really funny! Don't interrupt me.

I was reading about it yesterday.
France, Netherlands, South America...

- It's a disaster.
- I see you're well informed.

A lot more than you think, Don Giorgio.

I'm sorry, but I have to go.

Wait, let's make a toast with Aristide.
You only turn 40 once.

Know what French farmers say?

Pastors, lords, and rivers
are always bad neighbors.

We get along just fine.

You'll have to forgive me, but it's late.

We won't be late, either.
He's leaving for Florence tomorrow at seven.

I'll see you tomorrow, then.
We're going to the ministry.

- Does 3:15pm work for you?
- Yes, that's fine. See you at 3:15.

Happy birthday again.
Have a nice evening, everyone.

Good evening.

I think he's a great priest.
And so handsome.

That's right. He's like an angel.

You're right. He's really a saint.

Oh, God.

What's wrong?

Why did you stop?

This can't go on, Orchidea.
I won't go back there.

You're fed up with me?
Is that it?

No, it's not that.

But I'm a priest, you understand?
A priest!

And you suddenly realized that?

You just don't get it.

I've betrayed everyone.

The Church, myself...
I betrayed the Lord.

How cowardly and hypocritical of you!

Why, think God couldn't see us
in that classroom?

Orchidea!

Or at the beach, or in the car.
"We'll be together forever," you said.

Remember that?

"Throw away your tunic.
God understands. God forgives."

Now that you've had your go at it,

God doesn't forgive anymore,
and I'm the one who should understand?

I can't be jealous of God, can I?

Be honest. I disgust you.

You will pay. It'll be the death of me,
but you'll pay for this!

What do you want to know?
Love life or business?

It's my husband who handles business.

As long as he doesn't
make the mistake

of minding your own,
sentimentally speaking.

Is that you speaking, or the cards?

I see a young man, with a uniform.

It's either a soldier or a priest.

This is you.

You're both in the same line.

I see conflict, a great one.
An obstacle that hinders you.

This is your husband, but he's far.

According to the cards,
he doesn't know.

Does this person love me?

I do see love between you,
but also an obstacle, the Death card.

But then will come
great satisfaction and joy.

What does that mean?

That you may break up.
But it's all the better for you.

Did he really leave you?

What do I care, anyway?

It was a fling.
Nothing but a fling.

No man is ever worth
that much suffering.

And yet, you're suffering.

I can tell.

TO MRS. ORCHIDEA DURANTINI

... and that concludes
our music broadcast.

- So?
- Your husband?

Forget about him.
He'll be back tomorrow.

Have you told her everything?

Yes.

I want to hear it from you.

It's over with her, Giulia.
Don't you worry.

It's really over.
I won't see her again.

Did you really tell her
that you don't want to see her anymore?

Yes. Those exact words.

"It's over, Orchidea.
I don't want to see you anymore."

I only did it for...
Not even you will understand me.

Of course I do.
You wanted to save her soul.

So you didn't leave her
for my sake.

Say it.

- Come on, say it.
- No, It's not true!

You have no right
to tarnish my decision, either.

All right, then.
You'll tell me in the bedroom.

Giulia, I can't do this!
I can't do it anymore.

My God...

Don't torment yourself.

You know it's useless, don't you?

Don't tease me.

- I could get fed up with you, and then...
- And then, what?

I'm not like Orchidea.
You'd pay dearly for it.

Now come on, get undressed.

Walking around at night, too?

- Welcome, sir.
- Oh! Hi, Pisani.

- Pleasant journey?
- No, but thanks.

- Let me take it.
- No, it's ok.

- Can I give you a lift home?
- Thanks.

Orchidea?

Orchidea?

- I thought you were asleep.
- I took a pill for my headache.

Your usual headache
that never goes away, right?

Good night, Aristide.

- I had a tough day in Florence.
- I can't do anything about it.

- But you can.
- Not tonight, please.

No!

Let's take him next door.

- We must call the police.
- Unfortunately.

Where's the body?

In the sacristy, Inspector.
It's being prepared.

Does that mean that you moved it,
or did I misunderstand?

Did he live here?

No, he was our chaplain.
He taught music to our kids.

- He had a room in our guesthouse.
- Why was he here at night?

He was praying. He'd come often by night,
because he was too busy during the day.

I'm Father DeRossis,
I was sent by the vicarage.

May I help you?

Where was the body found, exactly?

We found it there.
Anselmo did, actually. He came right away.

- Who is this Anselmo?
- The sacristan. Shall I call him?

No, later. I want to know exactly
where the body was found.

On the stool, leaning backwards.

I want the exact position!
Father, you sit where you found him.

Well, I...

Do you think he was playing,
when they hit him?

Yes, it appears that was the case.

Oh, "it appears".
Don't you people get it?

Come on, fellows. Let's see
if we can salvage the crime scene.

I'll start from here.

Out of the way.

Was he lying like that?
Are you sure that this was his position?

- I think so.
- Wasn't the head more to the right?

Yes!

Or was it to the left?

Let's see. And the arm?

- Where was the arm?
- Ah! Like this.

Easy, Mother!

- Like this.
- That looks perfect to me.

- Where is the sacristy?
- Next door.

- You stay there, and don't move.
- And who's...

He was struck with a sharp bladed weapon,
like a knife or a dagger.

From behind, and he died on the spot,
which explains his leaning backwards.

The impact was from top to bottom,
as he was still seated.

Approximately, when did this happen?

Between 11pm and 1am.
We'll know for sure after the autopsy.

But there's something that puzzles me.
Take a look here.

Around the wounds and mixed with blood,
you see these wax fragments.

Wax? You mean from a candle?

It's possible.

And look at his back.
These look like whip marks.

You mean that he was whipped
before they killed him?

No, these are not fresh wounds.

- Sir, Mrs. Durantini arrived.
- Yes, I'm coming.

You go back to the church
and keep looking.

- Looking for what?
- Anything. Maybe the murder weapon.

A knife, perhaps with wax stains.

- Well, I'll look.
- Go.

- Mrs. Durantini?
- Yes.

Orchidea, right? Quite the unusual name.
Please, sit down.

I'm Chief Inspector Boito.
You know this place well, I assume?

Yes, my husband's a building contractor.

We live next door, so he helped them
with a little construction work.

I've been coming here for about a year,
for the school.

I know. And how well
did you know Don Giorgio?

I saw him pretty often.
We worked together at the school.

I can't believe he's dead.
And in that manner.

What manner, ma'am?

Well... that manner.
By being murdered.

Right.

I was told that you met him
yesterday afternoon.

I left the ministry yesterday at 4:30pm.

I wasn't feeling well,
so I took a taxi home.

I see. So when was
the last time you saw him?

- That was the last one.
- May I?

Come on, speak up.
Let's not start with the secrets.

I haven't found the knife...
but it's there.

Or better yet, they said
that there was an old knife in the church.

You were right, Inspector.

It must have been covered in wax,
since Anselmo used it to cut candles.

It's vanished.

I found this.

- What is it?
- A marble, I found it under a bench.

How beautiful.
I used to play with these as a kid.

- Will you excuse us a moment?
- By all means, Inspector.

Where's the knife?

I always keep it here,
to trim candles that are too long.

- And now, where is it?
- How am I supposed to know?

- Is it your knife or not?
- Yes. It's mine, yes!

So you didn't hear a thing?

No, I told you.
I slept like a baby until morning.

Must have been quite a deep slumber.
The sleep of the righteous.

Morriconi, escort him out.

Ferruccio!

Ferruccio, come here.

Come on.

Stay still.

- No!
- Come on!

- Who's this kid?
- No! I'm scared!

No! I'm scared! No!

Ferruccio, come on.
Calm down. Jesus!

Didn't anyone think of him?
Subjecting him to all this.

Poor boy. Come here.

- Who's the boy?
- An orphan.

The nuns have adopted him, so to speak.
He lives here.

Poor boy.

This was the chaplain's room.

Poor Don Giorgio.

What a holy mess.
Sorry, Sister.

Come on, Morriconi,
let's get working.

- Did Don Giorgio have enemies?
- Inspector! Someone's been here.

Take a look.

Yes, I know. I've seen it too.
Jot it down and move on... Well, then?

Enemies? No, I don't believe so.

I can't imagine anyone
who would harbor ill will against him.

Right. So he was friends with everyone.

You as well?

Yes, of course.
He was like a brother to me.

Of course.

Why did he whip himself?

Do you all whip yourselves?
Is that some kind of penance ritual?

I don't know
whether it's my duty to answer that.

I'll spare you the doubt.
It is indeed your duty.

Well?

No, I don't think so.

It's a rule enforced by some orders
that only a few choose to follow.

Blessed are those
strong-willed enough to do it.

I believe that if a man chooses
to castigate himself so severely,

it's because his conscience
isn't all that clear, or am I mistaken?

Of course you're mistaken.
We're all sinners.

But mortifying our flesh
is above all an offer to God.

A way to partake
in the suffering Jesus went through.

Don Giorgio was a saint.

And now, if you don't mind,
I'll go pray for him.

Go. By all means, go.

Sister. While you're there,
say a prayer for the murderer, too.

I'd do something crazy
and bring them all in.

- And this one is particularly crazy.
- Morriconi...

- Going out?
- Yes, Ferruccio isn't well and...

It figures. Ferruccio isn't well
and his fairy runs out for him.

I'll be damned! Your name is on the list
of people the police questioned.

So? As well as your name, the Pisanis,
the Mother Superior, and Sister Tarquinia.

But I'd steer clear of that place,
if I were you.

Why? I've done nothing wrong.

- No. I don't want the injection.
- Don't be stubborn.

Come on, roll up your sleeve.

No, no concrete.
Everything must stay as it was.

Even the structures
should reflect the same style.

What are you doing here?

He's being stubborn,
and refuses the injection.

Stop running away
and don't tell lies.

As for penance, say three Our Fathers,
Hail Marys and Glory Bes.

I absolve you in the name of the Father,
and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen. Hail Mary, full of grace...

Orchidea Durantini...

This is her husband, an engineer.
Decent fellow, quite religious at that.

She teaches at the convent,
and was working with the victim.

She was asleep
when the murder happened.

The husband was traveling.

He was coming back
from Florence by train.

That's Pisani.
He went to the station to pick him up.

- That's all for now, Prosecutor.
- It's not much, is it?

- The investigation's just begun.
- Well, keep me posted.

- Absolutely. Thank you.
- Good luck.

Excuse me, Inspector.
Can you rewind a little?

Stop there.

Isn't that Barsetti?

Right, Barsetti.
Sentenced to 15 years for murder.

He was pardoned
during the last amnesty.

That's him, indeed.

Anselmo, the sacristan.

You had an ex-con here
and you kept quiet about it?

Mother, we should tell him everything.

Criminal record aside,
he's a good man.

Ever since Don Giorgio reproached him
for that candlestick issue,

he's been behaving well.

He steals and gets piss drunk,
and yet you say he's a good man.

You asked for me?

I only have a few questions.

- I hope it's OK.
- Of course.

Sister, fill in for her
with the students.

Mrs. Durantini can't come today.
We'll have an essay.

Take out notebooks and pens.

Have you got my pen?

MEMORIES OF DON GIORGIO

Why not mention it earlier?
It's important.

I didn't think it was that important.

Even Don Giorgio
wasn't all that threatened.

Obviously, I was scared,

what with all the shouting, the stares,
and the billhook pointed against us.

Against the both of you, or just him?
Try to remember, it's important.

Well, he came toward the car,
but on Don Giorgio's side.

So he had a beef against him.

I think so.
He's always been kind to me.

Good... very good.

- So you think he's the culprit.
- No! No, ma'am.

I don't think I can say that quite yet.

Ma'am.

Poor Don Giorgio.
Who could have imagined it?

How could anyone harbor ill will
against that man?

- You think that Ferruccio...
- No! What's that got to do with it?

Why would he? Poor boy.

Would you look at that.

Everything on the floor, just like that.
If it weren't for me, this place...

They're all so untidy.

You didn't pass me the ball even once.

You're right, she won't play with you.

- It's so cold! We'll get pneumonia.
- Tomorrow, I want to try, too.

- Anselmo, can I have the soap?
- Yes, here it is.

Sisters, be careful with it
or you'll slip!

Where do you think you're going?

Here he is! I'm sorry, Sisters.
I haven't seen a thing, I'm on duty.

He's running away!

Let go of me! I did nothing!

- I changed my name not to starve!
- Shut up and walk!

- I don't want to go back to prison.
- Enough!

Let go of me, you sons of...

Come on!

What have I done?
I don't want to go back to prison.

I don't want to!

Ferruccio, come here.

I made them write an essay.

Where is that inspector?
He could have spared the kids all this.

I don't know,
he was here a moment ago.

You and I need to have a word.

Everything must go on
as always, Ferruccio.

Death is terrible,

but Don Giorgio can see you,
and he would want you to behave.

Come on, smile.

I want you to bring me with you,
now that the priest is gone.

Of course, darling.

You know I have something that's yours?
Wanna see what it is?

- It's yours, isn't it?
- No.

Why are you lying?
You should go to confession.

Good morning.

So, how's the boy doing?

I thought you left with that man.

No, there's no hurry.
I'll question him later.

So? Are we doing better today?

- Don Giorgio's death greatly upset him.
- A senseless homicide.

Then you arrest a crazy old guy
and start wondering...

I was fond of Don Giorgio, he was a friend
who made my job much easier.

Right. You never actually explained
why is it that you do it.

Talking to a cop is difficult.
They demand the utmost accuracy.

You always get the feeling
that they know everything.

- But I'm off duty now.
- So you're even more dangerous.

If anyone is in danger here,
that's me.

Really? Please.

Don't go.

No, I really must go.
My husband is waiting for me for lunch.

He can endure
that I work at the school, but...

You know I can see you
whenever I want?

I can just summon you in
for questioning.

- Isn't that abuse of power?
- Indeed!

- You seem transformed.
- I like to drive comfortably.

It's so hot.

But I wouldn't want
to offend the public authorities.

You know how many laws
you've already broken?

The worst is being here with you.

- Well, I'm not married.
- But I am.

VAL SIA ROSA
RESTAURANT

Anyone here?

Good morning, ma'am.
Can we get something to eat?

Of course.

Come this way, please.

Thank you.

MAY THIS VALLEY BE PINK

LION - ARK - NOAH
RED SEA

"Traveler, stop here,
and dream among my leaves."

There's only one table.
Must be ours, without a doubt.

This is such a strange place.

But it has a distinct charm.
Just like you.

Thank you, Inspector.

My name's Franco.

Come on! Stop barking!

How come are you so quiet?

I look at you,
and the more I look,

the more I feel like
I'm seeing you for the first time.

I feel the same emotion.

I also see something in you
I didn't expect.

You know I have a son in Haiti?

- In Tahiti?
- No... Haiti.

This must stop.
You think you can do as you please?

Come on, get ready.

If I don't want the injection,
you shouldn't force me.

You should be nice to me.

I give them to you for your own good.
All right? Now come here.

- No! I don't want to!
- Stop there!

- Leave it, I'll take care of it.
- Careful, you can cut yourself.

Happy now?
You made quite an impression, didn't you?

A boy like you
is still afraid of injections?

Why do you upset Orchidea?
What is it? Don't you like her?

I do like her,
but not when she gives me injections!

Children and their logic.
Even affection has a price, did you hear?

Yes, I did.
I ought to leave you here alone.

Come on, it's late
and you still need to get changed. Go.

That's the marble
Morriconi found in the church.

- You took it?
- I wanted to give it to Ferruccio.

- You want it? Do you like it?
- Come on, take it.

Don't be silly.
Can't you see how pretty it is?

This lobster is delicious.

- It's from Civitavecchia.
- Some wine, Mother?

- Try my sauce.
- With pleasure.

Looks delicious.

I like spicy food.

- It's Giulia's specialty.
- But it's from your recipe.

- I see it's popular.
- Yeah, but in this heat...

Tell me about it.
It's already autumn, and yet...

The Inspector
seems to have a strong stomach.

You seem to enjoy it.

In my line of work,
if I had a weak stomach...

The habit reform
will be a blessing for you, Sisters,

especially during summer.

Come, please.

- Giulia's cards never lie.
- Such an adventurous life.

I envy you.

Yes, a long series of successes.

I also see a romance,
although it's not quite clear.

A great romance
and an equally great threat.

That's enough, thank you.
Don't you wanna try, Engineer?

We'd like to know your secrets as well.

My life is not as adventurous as yours,
and I don't really want to know my future.

- And I have no secrets.
- I'd beg to differ, Aristide.

But if you agree to a one-on-one reading,
I'll be lenient.

All right?

What is this?

"Leviticus 18/20."
It's from the Bible.

Certainly.

How did it get here?
It's a mystery.

I must have dropped it.
It was in Don Giorgio's missal.

Do you know what it means?

Cum uxore proximi tui non coibis

nec seminis commixtione maculaberis.

Impressive, Mother.
You know the Bible by heart.

What does it mean, though?

Well... Mother?

"Thou shalt not lie carnally
with thy neighbor's wife

"to defile thyself with her."

This is what the Lord said to Moses.

Is this Don Giorgio's handwriting?

I... wouldn't know.

Thanks.

Ferruccio is asleep.

I'll bring him back to the convent.
Will you come with me, Inspector?

- All done, he's asleep.
- Well, goodbye, then.

What are you thinking about?

That note, it's strange.

It's as if it was written for us.

Right, it's as if it was.
But it wasn't.

All the better.

I love you, Franco.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

Listen...

You knew him well.
Do you think he could have had a lover?

- Who?
- Don Giorgio.

Yes, he could have.

And you?
Would you have slept with him?

Who, me?
I wouldn't have laid a finger on him.

My only lover is Ferruccio.

And he's quite jealous, at that.

VAL SIA ROSA
RESTAURANT

- What are you doing?
- Can't you see? I'm taking it down.

- Are they changing it?
- They're closed.

- Since when?
- They died in an accident.

But, listen,
what kind of people would frequent it?

Just some couples.

- Know the manager's name?
- They weren't from around here.

What are you, a spy?

Don't get cheeky with me, huh?

- Is it open?
- Of course, Inspector. Shall I see you in?

- No, stay where you are.
- I'm done here, anyway.

Morriconi... For fuck's sake!

Inspector, what are you doing?
Wait!

I can't run. My tailbone hurts.

Can I have a look
at this anonymous letter?

Here it is.

"Val Sia Rosa Restaurant.
Go there. Don Giorgio went there, too."

That's all, I told you.

And what kind of name is that?
It took me ages to find it.

You could have asked me.

Well, you weren't around
when the letter arrived, so...

Inspector, in exchange for all the punches
you must at least tell me one thing.

How did you know
about this restaurant?

Maybe it was me
who sent that anonymous letter?

And now, where do we go?

I'm going to the convent.
You stay as far away from me as possible!

To hell with you, man...

- Thanks, I'm done.
- Have you discovered anything?

Yes, plenty of things, such as who put
that note in Don Giorgio's missal.

- Who?
- You, Sister Tarquinia.

There's another note written by you,

mentioning a restaurant
with a strange name.

Yes.

I wrote that note to Don Giorgio
with the quote from the Bible.

I was hoping I could save his soul,

and help him get out
of such an unbecoming situation

for an exalted
and different man like him.

Now that he's dead,
I would have remained silent forever,

if only an innocent life
weren't at stake.

Don Giorgio had tried to destroy it,
together with the other letters she sent.

I found it here
while I was getting rid of his belongings.

It leaves no doubt...

and that's why I hid it,
to safeguard his memory.

Read! Read, and you'll see
how harrowing it is.

Full of threats, insults,
and obscene details.

That's how I found out
about the restaurant.

But now there's something
more important at stake.

Even the gospel says so.

Oportet ut scandala veniant.

"At times, scandals are necessary."

Blessed be the Lord.

Blessed be the Lord.

In the name of the Father,
of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, amen.

Accept our penance
in memory of Don Giorgio.

By emulating the virtues
of our chaplain,

let us keep away from evil
now and for evermore.

Have mercy upon me, O God,
after Thy great goodness.

Have mercy on me, O God,
for my soul trusteth in thee.

Rise up, O Lord. Help us
and redeem us, because of Your name.

- O God, the Father of heaven.
- Have mercy upon us.

- The Son, Redeemer of the world.
- Have mercy upon us.

- O God, the Holy Spirit.
- Have mercy upon us.

- O Holy Trinity, one God.
- Have mercy upon us.

Ab omni malo Libera nos Domine.

From all evil, Good Lord, deliver us.

Christ, graciously hear us.

- Lord, have mercy.
- Christ, have mercy.

- Lord, have mercy.
- Christ, have mercy.

- Lord, have mercy.
- Christ, have mercy.

- Lord, have mercy.
- Christ, have mercy.

That's no good.
You're useless at this.

That makes it four.

- Still wanna play?
- No, it's no use. You're too good at this.

- Inspector, they're done.
- Can't you see I'm busy?

Call me
when the prosecutor arrives.

- That woman is dead, isn't she?
- Forget about it.

- Listen, let's make a deal.
- With what?

Look, I'll give you all these.
There's a lot of them.

- And you give me that.
- No, I like this one.

Well, as you wish.

I'll get one from Miss Orchidea, then.
She's got plenty.

Yeah, right.

And where would she get them?
They're not on sale.

No? Where do you get them, then?

Be honest. This marble was yours.
And you lost it in church.

I'll get going. I've got homework to do.
It's 10:30 already.

Give it here.

Why don't you set it back?
This reads 11:30.

It's automatic, I don't know how.

It's a gift from Don Giorgio.

He was going to set it for me
when the clocks changed.

But that day, he died.

When the clocks changed?
What an idiot!

Morriconi!

Inspector, what am I supposed
to tell the prosecutor?

He wants a report
on the death of Mrs. Pisani.

So he was killed
between midnight and 1am,

instead of between 11pm
and 1am as we thought.

And who the hell cares, anyway?

The problem is
that clocks changing or not...

- ...whomever had an alibi will still have it.
- Right.

Because the point
is that there's a dead hour.

A "dead hour".

What dead hour?

Of course!
At midnight you go back...

I've never fully understood it,
but everything stops for an hour.

Even trains.
It's as if that hour didn't exist.

Get me the statements, now!

We certainly have a motive.

But the alibi?
Maybe we don't have one anymore.

Yes? One moment.

It's Mrs. Durantini.

- Why are you here so late?
- And you? What are you doing?

I was praying for Don Giorgio.

And listening to his music.

I see.

Good, very good.

Pray some more. Continue.

Hello? I'd like to speak
to Inspector Boito.

I'm Mrs. Durantini.
It's the third time I call.

Tell me when I'll be able
to talk to him.

I see. Thank you.

POLICE HEADQUARTERS

Let's see, Engineer.

You were on a train
while Don Giorgio was being killed.

That's right.

Yes, on a train.
Except that train wasn't moving.

You didn't tell us that
the first time we questioned you.

Yes, how silly of me.
It stopped for an hour.

- Where, exactly?
- Well, I don't really know.

It was in the countryside.

I'll tell you where it was.

It was exactly a 20-minute walk
from the convent.

What would that mean?

It means that you had all the time
to get off that train,

reach the convent,
kill the late Don Giorgio,

and go back to the train
before it started again.

And why would I kill that priest?

That's exactly what
I wanted to ask you.

- For what reason would you stab him?
- None.

Don Giorgio was a dear friend of mine
whom I often invited at home,

and my wife was really fond of him.

And as far as Giulia Pisani's murder goes,
do you have an alibi?

What are you trying to say, Inspector?
Do you really think I'd be capable of...

Engineer.

Whomever killed Don Giorgio
also killed Giulia Pisani.

There is no doubt.

Giulia leaned down
to pick this envelope.

It was supposed to be filled
with 10,000 lira bills, for blackmail.

Instead it was just scrap paper.

The murderer, who was exactly
where you told them to be,

just at the right time...

Except they forgot
to pick up the envelope.

Or better, they were in too much of a rush
to get back inside before mass ended.

Engineer, you're a suspect.

You'll receive official communication
from the deputy prosecutor tomorrow.

Thank you. You may go.

You're mistaken.

What are you staring at?
Let's hear it, huh?

Have you never seen me before?

No, but it's the first time
I don't get you.

Actually, I've felt this way
for a few days.

Morriconi, as always,
three key details:

the weapon, the hour,
and the motive.

But if the cuckold is this oblivious,
goodbye motive.

So, found anything?

Nothing of importance.

Engineer Durantini came here
pretty often to get readings, right?

It's possible.
I wasn't home that often.

Poor Giulia...

She'd always say
that she was good at reading others,

but that she couldn't read
her own cards.

Inspector, who could have killer her?

- Hello?
- Orchidea?

- It's you.
- Listen to me.

- Where are you calling from?
- I'm at the office. I'm going crazy!

What happened?

I've been questioned,
then I met with my lawyer.

They think I killed Don Giorgio and Giulia,
you understand?

Come right away.

Hello? Hello?

This is the Sun, this is the Devil,
and this, the Hanged Man.

These were Giulia Pisani's cards.
But one is missing.

- Which one?
- Justice is missing.

Hello?

Yes, it's me. What?

- I'm on my way.
- On a bike?

Get a car sent for you.
You're a public authority!

- Sell that bike.
- Yeah. Bye, Mother.

He's locked himself in
and is not responding.

- Morriconi.
- Cartillo.

Good.

- Call the coroner.
- Yes, sir.

Alert the prosecutor
and get forensics in here.

Morriconi, one moment...

Try this with that door.

Yes, right away.

Does it work?

It works.
He locked himself in.

It's your fault.
He was shocked.

- He called right after you charged him.
- No.

He wouldn't do something so drastic
for no good reason.

Now leave, go in another room.

He jealously guarded his office,
so much that he had a special lock made.

Any more of these?
Maybe the secretary? Or you, Pisani?

No, absolutely not.
He had the only key.

- It doesn't open this, Inspector.
- So?

It's clearly suicide.

- Shall I break it?
- Calm down, Morriconi.

Let's not get carried away, Morriconi.

It's open.

Here it is, the missing card, Justice.

"You'd better pay."

- What does it mean?
- I'll explain later.

And here is the knife.

This was used
to kill Don Giorgio and Giulia Pisani.

You know, for a while,
I thought you were the murderer.

Why didn't you tell me
of your affair with Don Giorgio?

Did you think I wouldn't understand?

You really think I'm that kind of man...

Please, don't reproach me now.
I need your loving.

Up yours!

See if I ever set foot here.

After finding the murder weapon
in Durantini's office drawer,

there is no doubt
that he was guilty.

We also have proof
that Giulia Pisani, the victim,

had been trying to blackmail him.

What do you think pushed Mr. Durantini
to commit such a heinous crime?

Jealousy. Absurd jealousy, mind you,
that had no basis in reality.

I guess he made up in his mind
that his wife was cheating on him.

With the first victim, Don Giorgio?

And that's what was so absurd
about his jealousy.

The relationship between the two
was an ordinary friendship.

They were like colleagues of sort.
Every witness confirmed that.

But the husband
was so obsessed with jealousy

that it likely made him
lose touch with reality.

So you're saying that he went crazy.

There's no other explanation.

With Inspector Boito's interview
we conclude the part of our program

dedicated to current events.

Hello?

- Hi.
- See the program?

I just turned it off.
Are you coming over?

I wish. Sorry, darling, I can't.

- You're not saying anything?
- About what?

- Was I any good?
- Yes, of course.

- I even told a lie.
- You could have told the truth.

But they wouldn't have let you say
that a priest had an affair with me.

- You're unfair. I did it for you.
- Then, thank you.

Anyway, all the better.

- I'm done with all that.
- I wish it were like that for me.

Here he goes again!
You promised you'd stop talking about it.

If you love me, forget Don Giorgio.

You know I love you.

Anyhow, I'll see you tomorrow.
Good night.

IN MEMORY OF DON GIORGIO

FERRUCCIO BALLATI'S NOTEBOOK

MEMORIES OF DON GIORGIO

- Have you come to take me out?
- Yes, if you want.

But first, I want to talk.

Stop, Ferruccio!
I just want to talk to you.

Ferruccio, wait!

Come here.

Where are you running to?
Ferruccio, stop!

Ferruccio!

Where are you going, Ferruccio?
Stop! Please!

Where is he going?

Serves you right.

Let this be a lesson.
Here you go.

You're a fool. I only wanted to tell you
that I'll marry Inspector Boito.

And that we plan on adopting you.
Don't you have anything to say?

Aren't you happy to be here with me?

We need to make a deal.
Listen well.

You don't have to get up so early.
You're on holiday.

Don't you like my gift?

I want roller skates.

I'm going into town.

No, you're not getting
out of here, Ferruccio.

We had a deal.

Careful, the string.

What are you doing?

Now I'll show you.

Stay here. You'll like this.

Can you open the door, please?

Did you like that?

Yes, but what does all this mean?

This way, you can kill someone,

and make it appear
as if they killed themselves.

And how do you know that?

I read it in this book.

It was in your room.
Are you upset?

You're really smart, Ferruccio.
I'm impressed.

Shall I open it, ma'am?

No, I'll do it. Go downstairs
and get ready, the guests are coming.

IT'S YOUR LOSS.
FERRUCCIO.

This was the draft of your essay.
And yet, you say there wasn't one.

You son of a bitch.

You're nothing but a blackmailer.

I saw everything.

I saw who killed Don Giorgio.

You did the right thing.
Now you can leave.

Oh, is that so?
Is that all you've got to say?

How can you behave like this?

I've got nothing to say anymore.
I'm acting according to my conscience.

You must leave me alone, all right?

You could have mailed those letters,
but instead you came.

To tease me.

But enough is enough.
Now leave.

Get out of this church.

Leave, I never want
to see you again.

But I need you!
Don't abandon me like this, I beg you!

Are you out of your mind?
This is a church. Leave! Get out!

It's over between you and me!
Get out!

You're... filthy.

- Then, Giulia? Huh?
- Leave!

My Lord... forgive us.

Orchidea?

Orchidea?

Where are you?

I was looking for Ferruccio.
Who knows where he is...

You never cease to amaze me.

We're about to get married
and you think about him.

Do you love him more than me?
Come on, they're waiting for us.

Sit down.

If it's your intention to...

If it's your intention
to uphold the sacred bond of marriage,

join your hands.

Ferruccio?

Ferruccio.

Ferruccio... Ferruccio!

My God! Ferruccio.

She did it... It was her, Orchidea.

She wanted to kill me
by injecting me with air.

Try to stay calm.

Come on.

There. Stay here, huh?

Remain calm and try to rest.

- OK?
- What will you do to Orchidea?

Don't worry.

Don't hurt her.

No. I promise you.

Inspector, what's going on?
They're all waiting for you.

Here he is.

Orchidea.

Orchidea!

Bye, Ferruccio.
Come visit us, sometimes.

Bye.

You'll still get married, won't you?

Well... we'll see about that.

Huh? Come on. Hop on.

Here you go.

Come on, kiddo.

I've got lots of other things to do first.

First of all, I'll have to teach you
how to ride a motorbike.

And then, we'll have
to get Anselmo some dentures.