All language subtitles for Vanina.S01E01.720p.WEB.Italian.H264-JFF.Eng (2)

A Deputy Commissioner in Catania

This is Catania! An impetuous,
effervescent, youthful city,

a city full of life and laughter.

A city that wants to be together,
laugh, have fun...

Carmelo, it's your turn. Go!

- What a way to spend a Sunday.
- The ad said great beach games.

I thought, I don't know... maybe water
skis, like our old days in Palermo.

And instead, we ended up
playing darts with water bombs.

I have to win, Vanina.
I want to win, so you have to commit!

They're worse than ninjas.
Look at them!

Two, three, up!

Nice shot.

Who were you aiming for?
Vanina, it's your turn.

- Let's blindfold her.
- OK.

Three turns.

Vanina, the balloon!

One, two... three!

Yes!

Amazing!

We won! Yes!

Spanò.

Boss, what's all this confusion?
It's like the Feast of Sant'Agata'.

- I just won a competition.
- Bravo. A race?

A one-legged water balloon shot contest.

- Is that a sport?
- Yes, an Olympic sport.

- What happened, Spanò?
- We have eight cases of attempted murder.

Poisonings, apparently.

- What were they poisoned with?
- Ice cream.

Ice cream?
Are you kidding me?

- No. I'll see you in Piazza Duomo.
- Coming.

- Where did it happen?
- At the King of Ice Cream.

- And who is the King of Ice Cream?
- Don't you know him?

The King of Ice Cream...
You know, the commercial!

You haven't spent
enough time in Catania.

It's the most famous
ice cream shop in the city.

- How are the victims?
- Two of the adults and a child

were taken to the ER.

The others weren't as bad and are
just at the hospital for observation.

What happened?

They were just eating their ice cream
and they found pills.

- Pills?
- Yes, I'll show them to you.

I left the details to Lo Faro.

Fuck, Lo Faro?

Lo Faro, put away your phone.

- You want people to laugh at us?
- Sorry, it was for social media.

Something like this has never happened.
Pills in ice cream, it's crazy.

Lo Faro, remember this...
selfies and socials are not for work.

I'll make a note.

- Lo Faro, the details.
- Give them to me.

They look like sugar pralines, white
chocolate chips, the ones they use.

- Do you know what the pills are?
- No, forensics just arrived.

Anyway, Marta started the investigation
and of course there's Agostino Lomonaco.

- And who is Agostino Lomonaco?
- What do you mean?

The owner,
the King of Ice Cream. Right?

- Salvo, she told you 100 times...
- Hi, Marta, tell me.

Hi, boss. For now, we've only found
pills in four bowls of ice cream.

Supreme Hazelnut, Cantaloupe,
Lomonaco Cassata and Strawberry Ricotta.

- Wow...
- They use cow's milk! It's in the air too.

Try not to faint.

- Where's the king of all this ice cream?
- He's inside.

Excuse me, is it true
you only use cow's milk?

Good morning.
Guarrasi, Homicide.

Oh, ma'am!
You have to do something,

you can't let the King of Ice Cream
get ruined like that.

Mr. Lomonaco, people were poisoned
and are now in the hospital.

Don't you realize that whoever did this
wants to destroy me?

- They want to ruin me...
- First, calm down. Our priority is the victims.

We have to seal everything
and close your shop.

- What do you mean?
- It's necessary for the investigation.

It's not just for the ice cream shop.
This whole building is ours.

We have labs, warehouses...

We produce ice cream for all of Sicily,
did you know that?

You want to close us
for God knows how long?

Dad, calm down...
The police will do their best.

Don't worry.

The King of Ice Cream
is the pride and joy of this city.

I created it. It's my blood.

I'm the first victim of this.

Come on, let's get something.

Hungry for the beginning
of the investigation?

- Agatino, good morning.
- Good morning, ma'am.

- What's going on today?
- The usual, what else?

- Ma'am, the usual?
- Thank you.

Boss, forensics called.

So what?

The pills found in the ice cream
are totally harmless.

Harmless?
What about the people who got sick?

The doctors said
it was shock, like panic attacks.

The labs are perfect, they're fine.
The others are fine, too.

- They'll send them home.
- And what are these pills?

Eutifron, a natural tranquillizer.
Very light.

So was it a joke?
I don't understand.

No, whoever did this
wants something with Lomonaco.

He wanted to send a message, a threat.

Nunnari, what can you tell me about him?

He's a famous entrepreneur.
He owns not only that building,

but a dozen more
ice cream shops all over Sicily.

- It's the best ice cream in Catania.
- Cammarata has the best ice cream in Catania.

- What are you saying?
- Cammarata, the truck in Villa Bellini.

You can't compare a truck
to the King of Ice Cream!

- What about the ice cream truck?
- Come on. Can we stop this ice cream talk?

- Sorry.
- Let's say Lomonaco is an important man

and people envy him.

Because you didn't taste
the Spicy Pistachio.

Spicy Pistachio?

- Tito, you wanted to see me?
- Yes, I've been waiting for you.

Dr. Macchia.

Didn't we tell him to
dress appropriately?

He looks like someone in a war movie
in that camo.

He loves the military life,
but he's a good guy.

- Why didn't he join the army?
- Maybe he wasn't chosen.

And so he's ours.
Come on.

Hello.

Hello, ma'am.

Ma'am! Thanks to Mr. Macchia,
we may have a solution.

A solution to what?

Since we've learned
this was just a bad joke,

I've been thinking about it
and I decided

to approve Mr. Lomonaco's request
to reopen tomorrow.

- So soon?
- There's nothing to worry about.

I've put maximum security in place.

In addition to the ice cream that
was for sale, the ice cream stored

in the freezers
must also be disposed of.

Tito, they can't reopen tomorrow.
We still need to investigate.

Ma'am, please listen to me.

If word gets out that my ice
cream isn't safe, my brand is over.

- And I already know who planted those pills.
- Who?

An employee I fired yesterday.
Santo Tomarchio.

It was him, I'm sure. He's a
jerk, a punk. He wanted revenge.

Hello.

Have a good evening.

Work.

Come on!

Spanò, speak louder
otherwise I won't hear you.

Boss, are you always in chaos?

Come on, don't be like that.
Go ahead.

I just wanted to say that the Lomonacos emptied
the warehouse and they can reopen tomorrow.

- Does that sound OK?
- What can I say, the big boss decided.

What about that employee?

Nothing. Santo Tomarchio isn't home
and not answering his cell phone.

I think this guy has
a guilty conscience.

We'll keep looking for him tomorrow.

- Have a good night.- You too.

Vani, do you want to leave?

You think I'll skip the show?

- Spanò.- Boss.

- Why are you calling me this
early?- The King of Ice Cream.

- Agostino Lomonaco was murdered.
- What?

Is this a joke?

No, boss.
They found him in his office.

- We just got here.
- I'll be right there.

Good morning, Dad.

Step back, please...

Thank you.

- Ma'am.
- Thank you.

Triple coffee,
you need it after a chaotic night.

Spanò, they should build you a statue.

Boss, I don't understand.

First they put pills in the ice cream,
then they smash his head.

That means two things.

First, whoever put the pills
in the ice cream wanted him dead.

And second, we were idiots
allowing him to reopen so soon.

- Us?
- Spanò. Let it go.

Good morning.

This is where they make ice cream.

Then there's the storeroom
with the refrigerators and the offices.

It's a maze. This way.

Here we are.

Hey, Vani!

What's with that face?

Take it easy.
I fell asleep at 5:00 am.

You have to do something
about this insomnia.

- Let's focus on this.
- OK.

So he died of concussion.

They hit him in the head
with something heavy.

Time of death, I'd say
between midnight and 2:00 am.

- Anything else?
- Can I start the autopsy?

I'll talk to you later.

But not too late
because Luca's back from Yemen

- and we're going out to dinner.
- Then have a good night.

- Have a good day. Spanò.
- Bye, Adriano.

Let's see.

Everything's here, money, ID...

Look at this.

We'll keep this.

The hair and clothes
look like something from the late '60s.

Come with me, I'll show you something.

Look.

The safe's closed, but it looks
like someone tried to open it.

The employees told me
he kept the day's cash in there.

- That would explain it.
- What?

Maybe someone broke in to steal,

Lomonaco found the thief
who panicked and then...

- It went wrong.
- Exactly.

Boss, the family's outside.

Ma'am, my father!
How is this possible?

Rino, I'm sorry.

Good morning.
I'm Maria Lomonaco, Agostino's wife.

This is Corinna, my daughter.

My kids are in shock.
I'd like to take them home.

Yes, just a few questions.

How come Agostino
was in his office so late?

My dad always used to work late,
and the day was ruined by the pills.

- He had a lot of things to do.
- Did he have enemies?

I don't know, my husband
was a very closed person.

Had your husband been worried
about anything recently?

- I wouldn't know.
- Why?

Agostino and I separated six months ago.
Things hadn't been good in a long time.

This was in Agostino's jacket pocket.

- Do you know who she is?
- I've never seen her.

- Neither have I. Maybe it wasn't even Dad's.
- Yes, Rino. It was.

- Who is she?
- His mother.

It's the only photo he had.
He always kept it with him.

- And he never showed it to his kids?
- I told you.

He didn't like to talk about himself. I
happened to see it once when he dropped it.

He told me she was his mum
and she died young. End of story.

Ma'am, tell me...
did my dad suffer?

How long did it take to...

Unfortunately, I can't tell you.

Welcome, Cecilia!

- What?
- Me?

- Welcome, Cecilia!
- Yes.

Marta, come on.

- I think the safe is a hoax.
- Why? There were 6,000 euros in it.

Yes, but the scrapes on the safe
are superficial and random.

They didn't even steal his wallet.

And then those Eutifron pills, as I
feared, were a warning for Lomonaco.

So the first thing to do is to find
this Santo Tomarchio.

Boss, he's here.

- Who?
- Tomarchio, Lomonaco told us.

He came on his own accord.

Good morning, ma'am.

Your chewing gum.

- Where do I throw it?
- It's yours, keep it anywhere you want.

I never saw your calls.
I called you back as soon as I could.

- And why didn't you pick up?
- I was in Messina. I was doing a job.

- What job?
- For my social media.

Would you please explain?

Today, if you want to be famous
you have to be online.

There are influencers who cook,
some do yoga or fitness...

I do it with ice cream.

An ice cream influencer.

Ma'am, you don't know
that ice cream has its own world.

People make ice cream
with potatoes, beans...

Some people get ice cream with drugs
and some eat it with bugs.

I swear!
With crickets, grasshoppers. It's nasty.

All right, tell me
about your problems with Lomonaco.

He was angry when I didn't go to work

but I needed the days off
for my social media stuff.

- Do you have an alibi for tonight?
- I didn't leave Messina in the last two days.

I was attending
the International Semifreddo Festival.

- Semifreddo Festival?
- International.

There are dozens of witnesses.
I have a lot of pictures on my socials.

Have a look.
See?

- Now if you'll excuse me...
- Sit down.

If you have an alibi for last night,

you don't have one
for Eutifron pills in the ice cream.

And I'll let you know that
Lomonaco was certain that it was you.

What are you saying?

I don't even know what that is!
I make ice cream, not medicine.

OK, you can go now.

Come.

- The doctor's right there.
- Thanks.

You can do that at the clinic
near your house, OK? Good, Yuma!

- Dr. Monterreale?
- I'll be right there.

OK? Bye, Yuma.
Hello.

Welcome to Paediatrics.

Deputy Commissioner Guarrasi. They
told me you were working ER yesterday.

About the Eutifron in the ice cream?
Crazy stuff.

How'd it go with the patients?
Was everything under control?

No, luckily the kids didn't show any
symptoms. The tests were negative.

And what about those pills, Eutifron.
How do they work?

Can anyone buy it?
Do you need a prescription?

No, no prescription. Eutifron is a natural,
very light anxiolytic made with herbs.

- And so?
- So I think whoever put those pills in the ice cream

knew what they were doing

and wanted to be extra careful
that no one would really get sick.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

How was the show last night?
I wanted to go too, but I was working.

- Commendable, as they say.
- What do you mean?

- Super cool, maybe.
- I haven't heard that since high school.

You're from Palermo, too, right?
Manfredi.

Vanina!

I lived there for many years.

- And do you like being exiled here in Catania?
- Just don't say you're from Palermo.

Don't tell me you say "arancino"
instead of "arancina".

No, never.

But they know anyway.
Just say "'mbari" and we're fucked.

It's true, we can't say that.
"Compà" is much better.

You're Giovanna Guarrasi, aren't you?

I remember you from the newspaper
articles. Palermo Anti-Mafia Squad.

- What are you doing here in Catania?
- I was transferred a few months ago.

- Still Anti-Mafia?
- No, Homicide.

I have to go now, excuse me.
You've been very kind.

I thought you could give me your number.

For the investigation,
maybe I'll remember something.

Sure.
For the investigation.

Maybe I'll be helpful.

Bye, compà.

There you go.
Keys to Lomonaco's apartment.

He'd been living there
since his wife left him.

How do you eat all those sugars
without putting on weight?

Metabolism mystery.
Listen, what about the daughter?

Corinna Lo Monaco is the first-born
of Maria and Agostino.

She graduated from medical school
and she's an intern in anaesthesiology.

- Her relationship with him?
- No serious conflicts.

- Why are you asking me?
- She's a doctor.

Whoever planted those pills
knows about drugs.

Come on, we're done for the day.

That's mediocre, boss.

You're not funny.

The famous anti-mafia judge
Paolo Malfitano

held a press conference today
in which he presented

the appalling results
of his new investigation...

Good morning, everyone.

I'll give a brief statement
because I'm happy

that we have finally completed
a very important operation,

and I'm particularly happy
with the cooperation

of all law enforcement and of the many
of our fellow judges who have helped.

We can't lower our guard,
we must of course be very careful.

We always count on your work to continue
to shed light on these big problems.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Oh, God...

- Mum?- Vani, what's
wrong? Were you busy?

I was sleeping.

Are you serious?
But it's not even 10:00 pm!

Do I have to go to bed after midnight?

Please don't use that tone.
How do I know when to call you?

Mum, tell me... the more you speak,
the less tired I am.

It doesn't matter.
I'll call you tomorrow.

No, now you have to tell me.
You called me. Talk.

Nothing, I wanted to ask
when are you coming to Palermo?

You moved to Catania seven months ago

and you've never come back.
Do you think that's right?

- I know, it's not easy.
- I see, two hours by car.

Two and a half hours.

An impossible journey, it's true.

Vanina, we miss you.
Your sister Costanza wants to see you.

- And Federico always asks about you.
- Do you have to make a list?

You're not funny.
Can't you just take two days off?

Mum, I can't put up a sign that says,
"Don't kill anyone, I'm on vacation!"

You don't have to use that tone with me.
Sorry to bother you.

Bye. Talk later.

She's always the victim!

I can't sleep now.

Spanò!

Do you want me to die
of a heart attack at 35?

And I'm 54.
Look at this!

What are you doing here?

Boss, with respect...
what are you doing here?

I was searching Lomonaco's apartment.

- At night?
- I couldn't sleep.

- And you?
- I was driving around and saw the lights on.

Then I came up,
the seals were broken and I came in.

Did you find anything?

Just work papers
and bookkeeping documents.

But there are some other kinds of documents
that I think might be interesting. Here.

- Shall we take them?
- Yes.

We'll take a good look at them tomorrow.

OK.

Did you notice anything else strange
in the house?

His computer.

The weird thing wasn't what was there,
but what wasn't.

- What do you mean?
- I checked all the files, browsing history...

There were only business documents,
financial news, the weather...

What's strange about that?

That was his personal computer
and there was nothing personal.

No pictures, no emails.

Didn't Lomonaco have any friends?

What was his life...
a working robot?

- We need to find out more about Lomonaco.
- Tomorrow we'll look into it.

Boss, if I may...

How long have you
been suffering from insomnia?

A long time.
Years.

- And you?
- Since my wife left me.

How do you spend your nights
when you can't sleep?

I go to the sofa bed in my living room.

I've got everything there.

TV, DVDs, cigarettes, fries,
chocolates... It's my oasis.

When I don't sleep, I watch a movie
to kill some time.

And you?

I look at the ceiling...
at least I don't think.

Sometimes memories come, and...

Does it still hurt?

It's not pleasant.

Anyway, it's nice not to sleep.

Catania never sleeps,
so it never makes you feel lonely.

It's the beauty of Catania.

Yes, and I never liked sleeping because
every time you sleep it's like you die.

You close your eyes and you don't know when
you wake up, if everything's changed...

Spanò, should we try to sleep
at least three hours, OK?

Yes, you're right.
But this time it's on me.

Sure.

- Dante, I'll leave it here, OK?
- Thanks. Good night, Carmelo.

Good night.

Good night.

Good morning!

On my way in, I got ice cream
from Cammarata for everybody!

Good job, soldier.
This is the initiative I like.

I got you pistachio so you can tell me
that it's the best in Catania.

Let's see.

For you strawberry with sprinkles,
made with fresh milk.

- Thanks anyway, Mimmo.
- Fuck, the milk. I didn't think about it, sorry!

You don't have to apologize.

You've been here a year and you haven't
converted yet! Eat it once, it's OK.

But I'm fine.

Spanò, you have to understand
when it's time to stop.

What did I say?
This pistachio is crazy good!

- Almost as good as Lomonaco's.
- Sure.

Boss, while I was getting the ice cream,
a man told me

that Cammarata and Lomonaco were childhood
friends. They even worked together.

- Friends?
- Yes. What's wrong?

- Maybe he can tell us something.
- OK, we're going now.

Nunnari, go to Marta and cheer her up.

- And continue to examine these documents.
- Yes, ma'am. But I'll leave this.

Marta, I'm sorry.
I didn't think about dairy,

I just wanted to be nice.

- I know, Mimmo. I'm not like all of you.
- We're friends here, all of us.

Then you should stop looking at me
like an alien for what I eat.

Why are you saying that?

- Marta, you're right. What can I do?
- Nothing, Mimmo.

I just need someone
who understands me. That's it.

But...
I understand you.

- Thank you.
- Sure.

Good morning.
Guarrasi, Homicide Squad.

- Are you Ruggero Cammarata?
- Yes. What happened?

- Do you know Agostino Lomonaco is dead?
- I heard he was killed.

It's terrible.
But why are you asking me?

- You were friends with Agostino, right?
- Many years ago, yes.

Don't worry. We just want to ask a few
questions about Agostino, that's all.

All right, no problem.

- Carmine, stay here.
- Sure, Dad.

Don't get too upset, OK?

- My dad's sick. He's doing chemo.
- I'm sorry.

- I'll stay and work.
- Come on, let's walk. It's good for me.

Sure.

Agostino and I were like brothers
when we were young,

but it's been a long time
since we were in touch.

As a child,
Agostino didn't have an easy life.

His mother died in childbirth
when he was born.

He had a picture
of his mother in his pocket.

Yes, he always had the picture on him.
Even as a kid.

He always thought about her,
even though he'd never met her.

- Did he live with his father?
- Yes, but Aurelio wasn't fit to be a father.

He was too hard on Agostino,
he treated him badly.

So Agostino became very closed,
like a walnut.

He was cautious with everyone,
very touchy.

- But you became his friend.
- Yes, but I was the only one.

Then when he was 16 years old,
he went to work with his father.

After a while, he convinced him
to let me work there too.

But for our friendship,
that was the beginning of the end.

Why?

Because Aurelio treated his son very badly.
He always showed a preference for me.

He said I was better at making ice cream,
that I knew how to treat clients...

And of course
Agostino suffered for this.

A lot.
So he left after a few years.

- And he left you with his father?
- Yes. He opened his own business.

And that was the
beginning of his fortune.

He opened one ice cream shop after another,
and he started making a lot of money.

But we grew further and further apart.

He didn't want anything
to do with me any-more.

Someone like him
could never really be with people.

- Thank you.
- No problem. Have a nice day.

Good morning.

I have to admit,
this pistachio is fantastic.

- No ice cream for me?
- It is for you!

- Boss?
- Marta, tell me.

Among the papers,
we found a very strange document.

- What is it?
- A legal deed.

- It says, "Rescission of paternity".
- Rescission of paternity?

In these papers, Agostino claims
that Corinna isn't really his daughter.

- Really?
- Yes.

At the time, he acknowledged her
because he loved Maria

and he wanted to marry her.
But he said she wasn't his daughter.

But if he acknowledged her,
she was like his daughter.

Not at all.
And since Maria decided to leave him,

the reason why he had acknowledged
Corinna wasn't applicable any more.

So had the right to disown her
and to take his name from her.

The lawyer told us the papers
were ready to be filed in court.

That's absurd! She was his child
for almost 30 years!

Now there's a motive as big as a house.

Because he would have
taken the inheritance from her.

Did you call Corinna?

She's at the hospital.
We can't talk to her until morning.

No, boss, that's bad for your stomach.

You haven't seen the half of it.

Her mother, Maria... where is she?

She bought a restaurant downtown
when she left him.

- She manages it herself every night.
- Get me the address.

- Good morning, compà.
- Dr. Monterreale!

- Still so formal?
- Is this about the case?

- Nothing I haven't already told you.
- Then why are you calling?

- Solidarity.
- Solidarity?

Solidarity among people from Palermo.

Since I'm a decent cook,
I thought, for solidarity's sake,

to invite you to my house for a
menu strictly dedicated to Palermo.

I'm tempted. But it's too soon
to have dinner at your place.

Are you scared?
You're a cop, you're armed.

- Always.
- Then what?

Let's have lunch tomorrow.

At Giorgino's, next to the station.

- Is that OK?
- Of course it's OK, compà.

Great.

See you tomorrow.

I recommend the chocolate eggplant. It's a
mix of sweet and savoury, our chef's speciality.

If you've never tried it, you have to.
It's delicious.

- Good evening, I need to talk to you.
- I'm working, is it so urgent?

Yes. If I go somewhere, as a
police officer, that means it's urgent.

I'm sorry.
As you wish, but I' have work to do.

Why did you leave Agostino?

- Is this about his death?
- Did he cheat on you?

- No, it was just over.
- Can you explain?

Agostino didn't know
how to live and have fun.

He killed the smiles
of people around him.

- Was he depressed?
- I wish. It would've made him more human.

Agostino was only happy when he worked,
and that's all he did.

- You were together almost 30 years.
- You always try to fix things,

then you realize it's just over.
That's all.

We found out that Agostino
wanted to disown Corinna.

- He claimed she wasn't his daughter.
- Luana, please take care of table three.

That's not true.
Agostino was slowly going crazy.

So he invented it.

Only because he couldn't
stand me leaving him, of course.

And he was so convinced
that he wanted to sue.

Agostino wasn't well.
He'd always been a little weird.

In the last few years, he got worse...
more and more lost in his worries.

- It was a madman's blackmail.
- Blackmail of what?

The only thing he wanted
was to force me to be his again.

So you're claiming that the rescission
of paternity had no grounds.

Totally.

Corinna is Agostino's
daughter, understand?

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I've got work to do.

Hello.

You know I tried
something vegan yesterday?

Yes.
There was the cream but no milk

and there was mango
and something called "gra gra".

- Agar Agar? Did you like it?
- A lot.

And I feel light now.

Look, I wanted to get some tofu
with ginger in a place in Aci Castello.

- If you want to, we can go together.
- Yes. Yes, for lunch.

What do you think I can tell you?

Imagine what it's like
to be disowned by your own father.

- Out of the blue.
- How did you react to that?

I wanted to do the DNA test
to get this over with.

Then my mother's lawyer insisted
not to until the court ordered it.

How was the relationship
with your father before?

Dad was a peculiar man.

But he was a good father,
you have to believe me.

Do you, like your mother,
think your father was going mad?

Yes, he definitely had a nervous
breakdown because Dad was a control freak.

He worked too hard
and then when my mother left him,

it hit him pretty hard.

- Where were you the other night?
- At my house, I live alone. Why?

Dr. Lomonaco,
you might be in serious trouble.

You don't have an alibi
and you have a motive.

- What are you implying?
- The Eutifron pills in the ice cream.

Whoever put them there
knew exactly what they were doing.

- And you're a doctor.
- I'm not the only person who knows drugs!

- You might have been angrier the following night.
- This is crazy. I didn't do it. Believe me.

This isn't about believing.

I didn't kill my father, and I never
would have because I loved him!

Even with him disowning me, he loved me!
He told me himself.

- When?
- Four days ago.

- He wanted to see me.
- And?

Dad was trembling, he was overwhelmed...
But he wanted to reassure me.

He said nothing would change between us,
even if he had to sue.

- Didn't he explain why?
- No, he said it wasn't about me.

Just that he didn't want my mother
to walk all over him any-more.

I don't know...
He looked crazy.

I don't know why he did this.

But I know for a fact
that my father was suffering.

Then I hugged him tightly.

And I left.
That was the last time I saw him.

Next time,
we'll get the iris with ricotta.

Mine with chocolate, though.

- We could have eaten at the café.
- No, we couldn't be late.

This is the most important day
of your life.

- Isn't that when you get married?
- No, that's the second.

The most important
is the first day of high school.

And why?

Because you grew up here, Vanina.

It's in high school that you start making
choices that will define your whole life...

Fuck.

This looks like an Easy Rider chopper!

Nice reference! From this moment on,
you're almost the woman of my dreams.

You're crazy!

If I tell you how much it cost me,
you can say that again.

Come on, park it.
Let's walk, rider.

Sure.

- Giorgino, our guest first.
- What do you recommend?

I'd recommend roasted swordfish
with green salad.

- Great, thank you.
- For me... pasta alla norma,

beccafico sardines, the Palermo
version, you have to taste them...

and the usual mixed fried fish to start.

- The fish is fresh, ma'am. You'll enjoy it.
- Good. Thank you.

- Just a little something.
- They invented digestives, didn't they?

How come you became a doctor
instead of a biker?

For the girls, of course.

No motorcycle has the charm
of the stethoscope.

I see.
And why a paediatrician?

Do you want
to have more kids than a soccer team?

- No, it's just that kids give you strength.
- What do you mean?

When they look into your eyes, you
feel like you have no right to give up.

And all you can do is take care of them.

How come you're a cop?

- I decided when I was in high school.
- High school?

- You make the most important choices there.
- Really?

- And you never changed your mind?
- Never.

I'm the only one talking.

Tell me something.

- What?
- I don't know, something about you.

About me?

I am what you see.

I smoke like a chimney,
eat like a pig, drink like a camel.

I like feeling good.

You know what?

For children, words are never direct.

I mean, kids never mean what they say because
words are often what they hide behind.

So to understand children,
you have to try to find out

what's hidden behind their words.

And the truth is often different
from what they say.

I'm not a child, though.

That's true, but sometimes
it's the same for adults too.

- Are you grilling me?
- Me?

- You should have been a cop.
- Can I ask you a question?

One, but you have to answer
without joking or hiding.

It smells like a trap. OK.

Why did you leave the Anti-Mafia Squad?

I mean, I remember all those articles,
all the arrests...

You were some kind of child prodigy
of the Sicilian Anti-Mafia Squad.

And then you ran away here.
Why?

You can't fight all wars.

Because you either die
or you risk going crazy.

I fought my war.
Now it's time for a new chapter.

But now I have to go, I'm sorry.

- I said something wrong.
- No.

- If I did, you can tell me.
- You didn't.

So you trust me?

- What for?
- The Palermo dinner at my house.

Really?
What are you cooking?

Beccafico sardines, my way.

I'll let you know, compà.

Well?
Do you like it?

- It's very good, it tastes real.
- But it is real... real tofu!

Yeah, right.

Listen...

- Do you like working homicide?
- Of course, that's what I wanted to do.

Yes, I love murders too.

- Are you happy here in Catania?
- Yes, quite.

- Are you sure you like the tofu?
- Yes, it's wonderful.

By the way, I wanted to ask you...

Why did you come here from Lombardy?

I wanted a change.

- Change is very important.
- Are you all right?

Yes, it's just a bite
went down the wrong way.

And how did this military look of yours
come about?

- You noticed?
- Yes.

When I was little,

I liked to watch 'An Officer and a Gentleman'
Do you know the movie? And there is...

- Mimmo?
- No, I'm fine.

There's a scene where Richard Gere...

- Mimmo? Oh, God.
- Where Richard Gere...

- I'm fine...
- Mimmo?

Excuse me, can you call someone?

- Mimmo?
- I'm fine...

- Are you OK?
- I'm fine.

What happened to Nunnari?

We went to Veggie's to eat tofu
and he felt sick.

I took him to the hospital
and turns out he's allergic to soybeans.

- Are you laughing?
- No. And how's the new vegan now?

They'll release him tomorrow.
Excuse me, I have to get some tea.

- Lo Faro!
- Ma'am.

Did you find anything
on Tomarchio's social media?

There are pictures
of him with ice cream.

And the comments, ma'am!

"This ice cream is good..."
"This one is crazy!"

It's ridiculous,
he doesn't even have any followers!

- What do we care about followers?
- Sorry.

- Tomarchio and Lomonaco argued.
- Didn't he have an alibi?

But he could have had an accomplice.
So come on, find something.

Right away.

- Good morning, sir.
- Good morning.

Vanina, am I disturbing you?

Tell me.

Corinna Lo Monaco's questioning.

I read the report.
I mean, I think it was her.

I don't think she did it.

Sure, I knew that.
It was too easy, wasn't it?

Forensics think it's likely
that whoever hit Lomonaco

was at least 5'5"
and Corinna is three inches shorter.

"Likely" doesn't mean "for sure".

There can be variables.
Maybe she wore heels.

I don't know.

And Corinna seemed sincere to me.

- Sincere?
- Yes.

You do understand that to save
themselves, people become good actors?

I won't accuse someone if I'm not sure
about. I want to follow other leads.

There's no need to get angry.

I trust you, so I'll give you
a few more days. OK?

- I'll leave you to your work.
- Thanks.

- Bettina, hi.
- Hey, Vanina. I made scaccia.

Bettina, having a landlady like you
is like winning the lottery.

It's always a pleasure.

Have a good night,
and especially enjoy your scaccia.

Thank you, Bettina.

- Bye, dear.
- Bye.

We have to think that these stones, which
are some of the toughest on Earth...

God, no!
Ignazio, no...

In Palermo, a stolen car
loaded with explosives

was parked during the night in front
of the house of the public prosecutor.

This is the most serious warning yet
received on the eve of the new trials

in which the prosecutor
has a leading role.

We still remember the blows inflicted
on the Palermo mafia by the prosecutor

along with the chief commissioner
at the time, Giovanna Guarrasi.

Those arrests made the prosecutor's name
famous throughout the whole country...

In other news...

- Giacomo.- Vanina.

- I've seen the news, how
is he?- Paolo seems fine.

- Did they provide more guards?- Yes.
Do you want me to tell him you called?

- No, don't.- Vanina, my
brother can't forget you.

Giacomo, promise me that if anything
happens, I won't hear it from the news.

I promise.

- Thanks so much.- Bye.

Fuck!

Vanina?

- Are you armed?
- I'm always armed, I told you.

Always?

How much do you talk, compà?

Vanina, where are you?

Vani?

Vani?

Did you sleep out here?

- Come on.
- I got back late.

- Why are you here?
- I brought breakfast.

Thank you.

I heard about your Paolo's car bomb.

- He's not my Paolo any-more.
- Vanina... Whatever he is.

Vani, listen to me for a second.

He'd like to hear from you right now.

I don't get it. You're acting
like nothing happened?

No, that would be wrong.

- Is that all you came for?
- Of course.

- What?
- I don't believe you.

Well... I met Luca,
who's back from Yemen.

- Yes, Adriano told me.
- Fuck, he's way hotter than when he left!

- I can't, I'm telling you...
- You're a matrimonial lawyer, aren't you?

Then how did you manage
to fall in love with someone who is gay

and is with our friend... your friend.
Tell me.

Don't you remember the fortune,
"You can't control your feelings"?

- No, I don't read those.
- You just eat the cookies, huh?

- Giù, you have to get over it.
- It's not that easy.

How are you?

- Fine.
- Are you fucking kidding me?

Come on, please...
we're both feeling shitty.

Muster the courage to admit it.
Eat those croissants,

I brought them with so much love.
Come on, we'll talk later.

- Hi.- Hi.

Know what happened?

I woke up, I got up
and you weren't there.

Manfredi, I'm sorry.

Then I looked and there wasn't
even a text, no note, nothing.

So I said, "I'll get dressed
and go to the police

"to file a missing persons report."

What, did my full nude disappoint you?

No.
Not too much.

That's good. So what happened?
Your had to feed your parking meter?

I don't think it's appropriate
to be sarcastic.

Don't worry about it.
I'm just kidding. It's OK.

I knew right away
that it was a particular night for you.

You don't have to explain.

In fact, let's think about
our Palermo dinner.

- The day after tomorrow?
- Great.

When you taste my baked pasta,
you won't run any-more.

- Who knows, compà...
- Paediatrician's word.

- Bye, compà.
- Bye.

Your tongue isn't
swollen any-more, is it?

Yes.

- Private Nunnari, are you all right?
- Hi.

Sure. Thanks to her,
she took me to the ER right away.

Anyway, if you invite me to dinner,
tell me and I'll get the tofu vaccine.

Are you a comedian too?

You never shut up, do you?

Boss, can I go to her?

You're asking my permission?
Go, we're not at school.

- What is it?
- It's Lo Faro's game.

I'll turn it off.

Let's see.

Wait.

Lo Faro left
Tomarchio's social media open.

- The ice cream influencer?
- Yes, I told him to check him out.

Fuck, he eats a lot of brioches.

Zoom in here.

- Fuck.
- Fuck.

Excuse me, ma'am, I went to get ginseng.

Lo Faro, didn't I tell you
to check Tomarchio's social media?

I did.

And this is an influencer?
Come on, he's got no hope.

Lo Faro, have a look. Here.
What about them?

- Lomonaco and Cammarata were friends.
- Yes, but friends as children.

Didn't Cammarata tell us it was 20 years
since they last met?

This is evidence that they met
a few days before Lomonaco died.

- I got confused, I'm sorry.
- Lo Faro, you have no excuses.

If you want to investigate the case,
we need to count on you. Is that clear?

Spanò, call Tomarchio.

- Sure.
- You made me hungry.

Boss!

Tomarchio confirmed
Lomonaco and Cammarata met that day.

He saw them go into the office,
but he noticed that they were arguing.

- Did he hear anything?
- No, but the discussion was heated.

- What did you find?
- There's nothing new on Cammarata and Lomonaco.

But there's something interesting
in their past.

- Tell me.
- There was a trial 25 years ago

- involving ice cream patents.
- Ice cream patents?

- Something like that.
- Who pressed charges?

Ruggero Camarata.

- And who won in the end?
- Lomonaco.

Let's go.

- Mr. Cammarata. We need to talk to you.
- What happened?

- What do you want from my father?
- Carmine, please don't get upset.

All right, ma'am.

- Tell me about that trial.
- That trial ruined me.

When Agostino opened the first shops,
he stole all my ice cream recipes.

He used those recipes
without even telling me.

It was thanks to those new flavours
that he had so much success.

They became the symbol of the King
of Ice Cream. But it was all my work.

- What did you do?
- I...

I tried to talk to him, but he didn't
want to listen. He laughed at me.

So I went and filed a lawsuit.

- But it was a huge mistake.
- Why?

Because Agostino was smart
and he had very good lawyers.

So the trial started and it was clear
to me that it was a dead end.

Agostino won the trial and you
had to pay legal fees and damages.

It ruined me.

I was in debt
and the interest increased...

My wife died young.

Carmine suffered a lot. He ended
up in bad circles when he was young.

He got into drugs, he started dealing...

And then, finally as things were
looking up, this tumour got me.

A few days ago, you met Agostino.

- Why did you hide that from us?
- I asked him to meet me after more than 20 years.

Why?

I wanted to ask him for help. The money
I needed to pay the remaining debts.

He said no, even though
that money was nothing to him.

But why all these questions?
You think it was me?

Mr. Cammarata,
revenge isn't a rare motive.

Let me go to my van.

That's where I feel better.

Get the phone records and GPS data
from Ruggero and his son's cell phones.

Why the boy's phone?

Agostino didn't just ruin Ruggero,
he ruined his whole family.

He just told us.

You make me go out at this time...

It'd be better if they gave me a cat.

What's going on?

Oh my God!

Spanò, what's wrong?
It's almost 2:00 am.

Boss, Ruggero Cammarata is dead.

Dead? How?

We don't know. His van caught fire
and he was inside.

Carmine and the neighbours called us and
the firefighters as soon as they noticed.

I'm coming.

Hello.

They've just put out the fire.

Yes, Lo Faro, I can see that.

Poor thing, Ruggero.
I always felt sorry for him.

Did they find out what caused the fire?

Firefighters say it started inside
the van, there was a gas stove.

- His son?
- His son is there.

Hi, Carmine.

I know you're in a bad shape,
but I need to ask you a few questions.

What was your father
doing there at night?

The usual.
I always worked in the van at night.

But then by midnight,
I'd come home and rest.

So he got up to help me.
He started making ice cream

because he liked it, it was his job.
He said it helped him to not feel sick.

How come there was a gas stove in there?

The stove has always been there.
We use it to melt the chocolate.

Thank you.

- Rough night, huh?
- Let's not talk about it.

Vani, you don't have to see him... even
though you've seen a lot of dead bodies.

- Look, a bullet is a bullet, but fire...
- Adriano, I want to see him.

OK.

Tell me, Adri.

Cammarata died of asphyxiation
from the smoke created by the flames.

- The fire got to the body only after he died.
- How come he didn't try to escape?

There is an explanation.
We found traces of codeine in his blood.

- Codeine? That's an opiate, right?
- Yes.

There's nothing weird about it.

Cammarata had a terminal lung cancer.

Cancer treatments also use
codeine-based drugs to treat the cough.

- So what do you think?
- It confirms the dynamics of the accident.

Codeine can have a narcotic effect,
especially in a diseased organism.

So Ruggero may have lost consciousness
and dropped the stove, starting the fire.

- So you think it was an accident?
- Yes. Even if it might be something else.

- What?
- That he killed himself.

Do you think that?

You were investigating him,
and if he was guilty...

He knew that the end was near.

- Marta.- Boss. Lomonaco's
ex-wife Maria called.

He wants to see you as soon as possible.

I'm coming.

It's time to tell the truth
because I can't do this any-more.

Many years ago,
I had a relationship with Ruggero

- when I was already with Agostino.
- Did Agostino know?

He had suspicions, but he couldn't
be sure. He was always out working.

He accused me, we fought and I told him
it was his sick imagination.

Then one day, I threatened to leave him.

He didn't want to lose me,
so he finally told me he believed me.

We got married
and he acknowledged Corinna.

- Corinna is Ruggero's daughter.
- Yes.

It seems like
Agostino's suspicions were still there.

For a long time, he managed to
not think about it. He was just a dad.

Then when I left him, it all came back.

It was my fault.

With the rescission of paternity,
he just wanted to force me

to tell the truth once and for all.

- You'll have to tell your daughter.
- Yes.

That's why I wanted to talk to you.

Because I can't believe
they're both dead...

That Ruggero is dead too.

Vanina!

Vanina!

You tell me you work all the time
and then I find you sunbathing!

- Mum, Federico...
- It's good to see you!

- Why are you here?
- Because I really wanted to see you.

I had a cardiology conference in
Taormina. I took your mum with me

and we thought,
"Why don't we go see Vanina?"

You could've told me,
I would have made something.

I thought it was better to surprise you.

Vanina, you're beautiful.

Yes, you're a beauty.
How are you? Tell me.

As usual, thank you.
I'll get you something fresh.

I'm coming with you so you can
show me the house. I'm going with her.

Don't bother, Vanina.

- Nice house though.
- Thank you.

And what are these, Dad's DVDs?

- Yes.
- The old couch too.

- Do you have any guests?
- No, I sleep there when I watch a movie.

Why don't you go to bed?
This is bad for your back.

Can we stop with all these questions?

That's so nice.
Do you remember?

I took it when we were on vacation
in San Vito Lo Capo.

I have one with the three of us.
I can send it to you.

I'm going to get a drink.

- You're getting a drink upstairs?
- Yes, Mum, the kitchen's upstairs.

Did you hear about Paolo?

- I don't want to talk about Paolo.
- Vanina, you have to stop.

I didn't say anything about how
you left Paolo or why you left Palermo.

But you can't run away from us too.
We're your family, we love you.

I'm your mother,
I know you better than anyone.

I feel like you're walking away,
and I'm scared.

Come on, can we hug for real?

Bye, honey.

- Bye, Vanina.
- Bye.

Spanò, what happened?

Hi.
Cammarata's cell phone data came in.

- Is there anything about Ruggero?
- Not about him, but about his son.

The night of the murder, Carmine's phone connected
to the cell tower near the King of Ice Cream.

- What time?
- At 1:30 am.

- Boss, we have him.
- Let me get changed and we'll go.

Hi, Carmine.

We're here to detain you
for the murder of Agostino Lomonaco.

You're joking.

We know you were in his shop
on the night of the murder.

Why don't you come with us and talk?

Marta, the motorcycle!
Let's go!

Go!

No, turn here, we'll get him!

Stop!

- Carmine, don't fuck around.
- It's over for me now!

- It's not over. Calm down.
- You're fucking lying!

- Calm down.
- You'll say that it's going to be fine?

Ice cream.

I've always hated ice cream.

No!

Marta.

- Marta, it's not your fault.
- I was going to get him...

- I was there...
- You did what you had to do, Marta.

It's not your fault, OK?

OK?

There's a dead man on the cliffs.

Yes, I'll send the location.

Vani...

I get it,
and I'm sorry he killed himself.

But you only did your job,
you couldn't have done more.

- I'd rather question him and have no more doubts.
- What doubts? It's all so clear.

Ruggero Cammarata attempts to ask Agostino
Lomonaco for help and is humiliated.

Ruggero's son, Carmine, is upset.

He knows that Lomonaco
ruined his whole family.

- And you think this is his motive.
- Just wait...

Carmine Cammarata decides to get revenge
and kills Agostino Lomonaco.

Then Ruggero finds out what his son did.

But Ruggero is a good person,
he wants to tell the police everything.

Carmine can only kill him.
That's it. What more do you need?

I don't know, Tito.
I'd like to be convinced.

And I'm not really at all.

Vanina Guarrasi.

Paolo, what are you doing in Catania?

I had to talk to Judge Pizzuto
and I just saw you walking.

And you just happen
to pass by the police station.

I confess, I repent.
We've been here 40 minutes.

It's the first time
I've done a stakeout to get a cop.

- Paolo...
- I needed to see you.

- It doesn't make sense, let's not make things worse.
- Mr. Malfitano!

We have to get in the car.

- I can't stay anywhere for too long.
- I have to go.

Just for a little while.
Otherwise my friends get nervous.

- And they're right to, given what's happened.
- Bullshit.

It's just a scene.

- You look rough.
- I'm asking you, please.

It's been seven months.

Come on.

Come.

How's Catania?

Good.

Good?

I'm trying to start over.

And that's wrong.

- There was no need to leave the...
- Paolo, please.

Are you seeing someone?

Why are you asking me?
It doesn't change anything.

Then why did you call my brother?

Because I wanted to know
how you were, Paolo.

How am I?

Like someone you left out of the blue.

There's no need for...

Let me get out.
I want to go, come on.

Nello,
take us to the kiosk on the seafront.

- What are you talking about?
- I feel like a granita, OK?

Can't I get a granita?
And I'm going without guards.

- Sir, are you kidding?
- The fuck you are.

You're not going
anywhere without a guard!

OK, let's get a granita. But Nello
and the others are coming with us.

Hawk One, can you hear me?
Change of plans.

Go to the seaside
in Aci Castello, stop at the kiosk.

You're always so beautiful.

You look even younger.

I'm not 80.

What is this?
Did someone lose it?

Voilà.

- Are you doing magic tricks now?
- It's your fault.

When you left me,
I even ended up seeing a therapist.

You could've chosen a good one.

I remembered something talking to him.

When I was a kid,
I dreamed of being a magician.

- You never told me.
- I didn't remember.

But it was a big dream, almost an
obsession. At least until the age of twelve.

Look what you've become instead.

My therapist says there's a link

between my dream of being a magician
and what I am now.

And what is that?

The need to confront oneself
with the impossible.

Magic is impossible,
that's its attraction.

And even defeating the mafia for good
is probably impossible.

But if you keep trying with your all,

sometimes the impossible
can become possible.

Plus these tricks relax me.

They help me not to be too sad.

You and I can't be over like this.

- It's the only way.
- I know what you're feeling.

I know that ever since
the Cosa Nostra targeted me,

your life has become hell.
I know you're scared. I am too.

If they had set the trigger
in that car the other day...

It's a war, Vanina.
But we can win it.

We can still fight together.

I can't, Paolo.
I can't live with this terror.

I couldn't bear the
thought of losing you.

But we love each other.

Please, Paolo, stop.

I stopped being the police commissioner.

I made up an excuse.

I'd say it was the right choice.

- No one saw you, did they?
- No, nobody.

I hid behind the cars, as usual.

- What's wrong with you?
- I'm sorry,

but I don't understand.
If someone sees me, what's the problem?

I mean, you came
to Catania for us to be together, right?

- What do we have to hide?
- I'm already an alien to everybody!

I'm from the North of Italy,
I'm vegan, I ride a motorcycle.

What's that got to do with it?

You're exaggerating.
I think they're all good people.

Yes, except for that weird guy.

The little soldier with the green cap...

Tito, we already discussed it.
Try to understand.

I don't want the others to see me
just as the big boss' woman.

- That's what you call me?
- "Big boss".

Why?

- Don't you like it?
- I'm not sure. Again?

- "Big boss".
- I like it.

- "Big boss".
- This "big" is interesting.

- Very big...
- How big?

Very big.

Hi, Manfredi. I'm afraid
I can't make it for dinner tonight.

I'm sorry.
Something came up at work.

You made a good choice taking a break.
Sun and sea are good, Vanina.

Look...
Luca's beautiful, by the way.

I mean...

Yes, he's handsome.

Vanina, I don't think
he's completely gay.

Completely or not, it doesn't matter.

Luca and Adriano have been together for
eight years. Whoever touches him... dies.

That sucks, Vanina.

- You're looking at it the wrong way, though.
- Really?

You see it from Adriano's point of view,
but you should see it from mine.

I don't get it, I'm sorry.
Is my love worth less than Adriano's?

You're such a lawyer.
Look how you turn the tables!

That's true.

- Point of view...
- What?

Fuck, the wrong perspective.

- I'm such an idiot.
- What happened, Vanina?

The Lomonaco case, I was wrong.
I have to go to the station. Bye, guys!

Vani?

In the end, we went so far
that we forgot about this.

- OK, but could that be an act of anger?
- No, Spanò.

Because if Carmine's goal had been
to kill Agostino Lomonaco all along,

why put Eutifron in the ice cream?

He only risked getting caught
and not getting his revenge.

Boss, I don't understand
what you're saying.

At first, I got the wrong point of view.
I had the wrong perspective.

- Isn't that right?
- No, that's why we can't explain it.

Let's try to change our point of view.

The truth is that the pills
were there for another reason.

Reasons that we never found out.

And they caused the murder
first of Lomonaco and then Cammarata.

So what is it, boss?

To start with,
Carmine might have had an accomplice.

Someone who helped him get in there.

Let's go back to the ice cream shop
for another inspection.

Come on, guys.

So everything started with the pills?

Lo Faro...

Boss.

We searched the offices
but we didn't find anything useful.

OK, let's go to the freezer
and cross your fingers.

Tomarchio. Come here, please.

Ma'am, wasn't this over?

What are these?
They were in the dumpster.

These? Aprons. We use them
in the labs to make ice cream.

- And why were they thrown out?
- Rino's an extravagant guy.

He told us to throw them away

because when they emptied
the freezer, they forgot to do so.

Yes, but why did Rino want to dump them?

Who knows?
Rino's an extravagant guy.

What they did was just pills.

What did it have to do with the aprons?
It's not like they even got dirty.

He could've told us to wash them,
but to just dump them?

OK.

- We'll take these, you can go now.
- But why do you care about our garbage?

That's none of your business. Stop
busting my balls and go back to work.

What a character...

Hi...

Hi.

I thought I'd come and say goodbye in
person, since the last message sounded final.

Like "it's a complicated time",
"I'm a mess", those kinds of things.

- Did I do something wrong?
- No, absolutely not.

- Then it must be the bike for sure.
- It's not about the bike.

It's complicated, Manfredi.

- I'm sorry.
- That's a shame.

Yes, a shame.

It was nice.

- Spanò.
- Boss, Forensics finally examined the aprons.

- I have news... shocking news.
- What are you waiting for? Tell me.

The aprons are all labelled
with the owner's name, right?

There were traces of codeine
on Rino Lomonaco's apron and cap.

The same codeine they found
in Ruggero Camarata's blood!

Codeine?

What's Rino got to do
with the Cammaratas?

As kids, Carmine and Rino
knew each other, they hung out together.

Really?

Some people use ice cream
as an anti-depressant.

Some people get ice cream with drugs.

Carmine was a drug dealer!
And like all drug dealers,

he definitely knew medicines.
People deal medicine like drugs.

- What do you mean?
- I mean that codeine is at the heart of everything.

With this, the blade starts turning...

Rino.

- I'm here to arrest you.
- What are you talking about?

I know you and Carmine Cammarata
were accomplices.

- Accomplices in what?
- Dealing codeine ice cream.

Codeine ice cream.
One of the latest drug trade tricks.

But then something must have happened
that forced you to do something crazy,

like throwing the pills
in the ice cream jars.

- That's where it all started, isn't it?
- You won't fool me.

I want a lawyer now.

Carmine must have loved you very much.

Because by killing himself,
he tried to save you.

But it was useless.

We have evidence.

There are traces of codeine
on your apron. It's over, Rino.

What the hell are you looking at?

- What the hell are you looking at?
- Stop! Rino!

Stand up.

Carmine and I were very close.

We both felt like we were in a cage.

Corinna was the oldest, she had
a choice, she studied medicine.

I couldn't choose.

My future was the King of Ice Cream.

And that meant being my dad's lackey
and doing everything he said.

So you and Carmine started
producing codeine ice cream.

It was a brilliant idea.

Thanks to the lab,
we could make it very well.

Everything was going great.

- What went wrong?
- An accident.

I have my own room in the lab.

One of my dad's employees came in
and took one of the containers.

He thought it was black cherry syrup
and used it for normal production.

- But it wasn't black cherry.
- It was codeine.

A high-concentration
codeine preparation.

When I realized what happened,
it was too late.

That stuff was in the ice cream bowls
in the refrigeration room.

If anyone had eaten that ice cream,
it would have been the end.

But it was impossible to figure out
what bowls had codeine in them.

The only way to avoid a catastrophe was to
get rid of all the ice cream in the shop.

So I got the idea of the pills,
and the plan was working...

- And what didn't work?
- It was my idea to throw everything away.

I tried to convince my father to make
him accept it. Tried too hard, maybe.

He got suspicious
and started looking into my stuff

and eventually he took my computer
and found everything there.

You're a cheap drug dealer!

- I'll go to the police!
- No, I'm begging you!

You have to beg the judge
who will send you to jail!

I don't want to have
anything to do with you!

Then I called Carmine.

He helped me get rid of the evidence...

and simulate the safe break-in.

What about Cammarata Ruggero?

- Why did you kill him?
- I didn't kill him.

And in a way, I didn't
kill Carmine either.

What do you mean?

You don't know
how much Carmine loved his dad.

Ruggero had heard
one of our calls one day,

and he understood everything we'd done.
He was devastated.

That was the final blow.

Dad, you can't ask this of me...
How can I? Please!

Carmine, I'm tired.

I need peace.

Don't be afraid.
I'm not afraid.

Do what you have to do.
Please do it for me.

And then Carmine...
did what his father told him.

Wait, just a second.
This is...

This is a letter from Dad.

I found it in a drawer in his office.

It's for my sister Corinna.

Come with me.

This way.

KILLED BY THE VILE HAND OF THE MAFIA

HERE LIES GIOVANNI GUARRASI,
STATE POLICE OFFICER

ON THE 20TH ANNIVERSARY OF HIS DEATH,
FOR ETERNAL MEMORY OF HIS SACRIFICE

Hi, Dad.

- A new adventure begins...
- Thanks for coming with me, Dad.

Now go. Do you want to be
late on the first day of school?

OK... bye.

Dad?

- Vanina, what is it?
- Another hug or I'm not going.

Run, Vanina! Run away!

Run away, Vanina!

Die, asshole! Let's go!

Dad!

- Hello?
- Paolo.

- Vanina!
- I'm in Palermo.

Really?

If you want, we can meet.

Sure.

And talk.

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