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INSPIRED BY A TRUE STORY

Elizabeth I of England, Catherine the Great, Maria de' Medici,

Cleopatra, Queen Victoria, obviously,

Isabella of Castile, Maria Theresa of Austria.

- And so... - Talking to me, gorgeous?

I'm getting ahead of myself.

If these women were capable of governing a country,

and did so with pride and foresight,

can my request really be so absurd?

I wish to register as a voter in my municipality.

My name is Lidia Poët.

I was born in Traverse di Perrero on August 26th, 1855,

and I live in Turin, at the home of my brother, Enrico Poët.

Is this a joke?

Miss,

you are a woman.

Correct.

And you were also removed from the bar association.

Correct.

Statute of the Kingdom of Italy, Article 24,

"Everyone will enjoy civil and political rights, with..."

"...with certain exceptions as determined by law."

Right. Tell me, which law prohibits women from exercising their right to vote?

I couldn't find any.

I'll tell you as a father. Go home.

That is indeed something my father could have said.

Do you need anything else to finalize the registration,

or are we good to go?

For the last time,

step away from this desk, miss.

What will you do if I don't?

Putain.

She must have stolen some chickens.

Yes, I'm going to show her my cock.

That would suit you.

It's so soft.

Don't touch me!

Don't touch me. Don't...

You're a classy woman.

Oh, Miss Lawyer.

Behave and I'll tell you where I bought it.

Quiet, all of you.

Can I go home now? They're beginning to get attached.

The prosecutor wants to see you.

Come.

Wait here.

Who would have thought we'd meet again like this?

Lidia, if that's a joke, I don't...

I lost my desire to joke with you a long time ago.

Do you have any idea why we're outside Attila's house?

Pierluigi Fourneau, royal prosecutor.

I'd like to ask you to please follow me, but I apologise in advance.

It won't be a pleasant sight.

If you would.

I would like to know...

if you knew this man.

THE LAW ACCORDING TO LIDIA POËT

At first, it was thought to be a suicide,

but after a brief on-site inspection,

Prosecutor Fourneau deemed it appropriate to open a murder investigation.

We found these in Mr. Brusaferro's waistcoat.

They're addressed to you two.

"Lidia, I need to speak to you in person urgently."

"You have become a great enigma to him."

"Jacopo, I need to speak to you urgently. You have become a great enigma to her."

He wrote the same to me.

- What could he be referring to? - I have no idea.

Since I left the Piedmont Gazette, Attila and I rarely saw each other...

He had given me a Sunday column, so I saw him regularly, but

I can't explain the letter.

Have you talked to his brother? They lived together.

Yes, we're looking for him.

But in the meantime, ma'am, I'd like to know,

what is your relationship to Mr. Barberis?

We have no relationship.

The young lady is my sister's sister-in-law.

- We hadn't met in a while. - Let's get back to the case.

We're already on the case.

Which is why I'll repeat myself. What's the nature of your relationship?

It's a private matter,

and I fail to see the relevance of it, honestly.

It is relevant, ma'am,

if Mr. Brusaferro died with a note for each of you in his pocket.

So the messages were written to resolve your private matter?

Attila knew us well enough to know that a reconciliation was impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

- Absolutely. - So, miss?

What hypothesis would you bet on?

Are you offering me a job, Your Honour?

I warn you that the Supreme Court would not view this favourably.

Can you give me some?

Thank you.

Listen, truce.

Let's go to the Gazette. We'll talk to my former colleagues.

We need to find out what Attila was investigating.

And we have to do it for him.

Lidia, listen.

I made plenty of mistakes.

There's no doubt that selling the villa wasn't...

Yeah, it wasn't a great idea.

You're right, I also

want to know what happened to Attila.

Good.

But not with you.

And not because you sold the villa, and you know that.

Come.

Come on.

Ma'am, with all due respect,

we've been working here for two weeks without even an advance.

There must be a misunderstanding. My husband is always precise.

This should serve as a down payment.

Don't touch that money.

Enrico, please.

Is it Jacopo's money?

I won't tolerate you accepting money from him.

He's my brother.

Have you ever heard of Cain and Abel? Eteocles and Polynices?

Teresa, I have dignity.

I'm sorry you don't appreciate the efforts I'm making.

Enrico?

Enrico.

- Why are you arguing? - We're not arguing, honey.

The lady wanted to pay us,

but the counsellor doesn't because he has dignity.

Thank you for the valuable summary, Mr. Tonino.

You may go now, please. It's late. We'll settle this tomorrow.

Thank you.

Lidia.

Attila Brusaferro has died.

He was killed.

Journalist murdered!

All details in the Piedmont Gazette!

- Thank you. - Thank you, sir. Have a nice day.

Piedmont Gazette! Journalist murdered!

All details in the Piedmont Gazette!

Journalist murdered!

All details in the Piedmont Gazette!

How are you feeling?

So-so.

This one's just arrived.

Lidia, dear, I heard about your protest at the election office. Well done!

Today, we'll all be at Piazza Castello.

I'll wait for you there, if you'd like. Anna.

Listen, they arrested Attila Brusaferro's brother last night.

For the murder?

No, it couldn't have been him.

- Do you know him? - Yes, Cesare. He's a nice young man.

I know they were half brothers.

Attila's mother died a long time ago. His father remarried.

- Shall we pay him a visit? - Yes. We need to understand.

If he's innocent, we have to help him.

But

first,

I have to tell you something.

Attila had two letters in his pocket with strange writing on them.

A kind of riddle.

And...

- And? - One was for me, the other for Jacopo.

Lidia,

if this means having to deal with that little devil...

That's the thing. It's not a given.

"Not a given" isn't good enough. Assure me it won't happen.

We won't let it happen.

For the carpenters who are bleeding me dry.

For the carriage noise coming in through the windows

that make the house shake.

For the damp cellar.

For all that minus habens has put us through.

To continue working with me,

you have to promise me we'll have nothing to do with him.

All right.

I promise.

The cellar's not that damp.

I didn't kill Attila.

- I swear. - How'd you get that bruise?

Was it your brother?

Your neighbours speak of constant quarrels.

You never fight with your sister?

Yes. But we don't shout furiously in the middle of the night.

- Nor do we hit each other. - Enrico.

These quarrels between you and Attila are the prosecution's main argument.

So it's fundamental for us to put them into perspective.

There's a colleague of mine at the university.

He's not exactly a friend of mine.

His name is Cosimo Balbiani.

He's the son of the shipowner Balbiani.

Get to the point.

Attila didn't want me to spend time with him.

He said he and his friends were lowlifes, that I should avoid them.

He was convinced they hated Jews.

- Attila was Jewish on his mother's side. - I know that.

He was obsessed.

He saw anti-Semites everywhere.

I told him I didn't give a damn what he thought.

Then he punched me, threw me out of the house.

So did Attila and this Balbiani know each other?

I don't know.

Is it important?

Maybe.

All right, Cesare, we'll talk to the prosecutor.

We'll try to challenge the request for imprisonment.

And one last thing.

Do you know why Attila wanted to talk to me and Jacopo?

A private matter, something he was concerned about?

My brother's only concern was busting my balls.

Yes, that's what older brothers do.

Guard!

We're done here.

An anonymous letter confirmed our suspicions about Cesare.

Of course, I never trust this kind of testimony.

But everything here seems to support it. Come.

All right.

The lock wasn't forced,

so the murderer had to have the keys.

He entered the house when it was empty.

Outside, it was already raining, so he left footprints with every step.

See?

Then, from here,

he headed towards the study.

And started searching through books.

He picked them up, opened them, threw them on the floor.

Evidently, he knew that Attila was hiding money here.

- But he didn't steal it? - Correct.

Because fleeing had become his priority.

Attila caught his brother with the money, and from there, a violent struggle ensued.

He punched him in the face, so his brother reacted and pushed him.

First against this cabinet, then against the table.

And then into the window, which couldn't hold the weight.

And unfortunately, Attila fell.

Prosecutor, can you come for a moment?

Excuse me.

So there wouldn't be premeditation, correct?

Doesn't keeping him incarcerated seem a little excessive?

We found him in a boarding house on the edge of town, a bruise on his face.

Frankly, incarceration seems like a necessary provision to me.

- Are you all right? - Yes.

Just some dizziness.

These are still damp.

I don't think Attila used two umbrellas at the same time.

Maybe it belonged to Cesare.

Anyway, I have already given orders to take fingerprints.

It's a rather new method.

I'm familiar.

Dr. Faulds wrote about it in the journal Nature.

Taking up Sir William Herschel's work.

Exactly.

Anyway, even better.

You don't need further explanation. I'll inform you when we have the results.

- Excuse me. - Wait.

One last thing.

Your reconstruction doesn't mention the reason Attila wrote those notes

for Mr. Barberis and me.

Maybe he wanted to talk to you of his altercations with Cesare.

Or, I don't know, help you reconcile.

Anyway, we'll figure that out too.

Thank you.

Give women the vote!

- Silence! Quiet, ladies! - Give women the vote!

According to these so-called democrats,

the opposition should shut up,

while Prime Minister Depretis...

Shame on you, Juvara!

...allows two million people to vote.

- Anna! - Go away, Juvara!

A crowd, gentlemen.

- A crowd easily manipulated. - Anna!

- Lidia, I'd given up hope. - Hi.

Hi, Anna.

So your husband sent you to protest Juvara?

Filippo mustn't know that I'm here. It's not appropriate for a senator's wife.

Let me give you some flyers.

- No. Anna, forgive me. - Here.

I'd rather avoid being arrested a second time this week.

I came here to leave you a copy of the law I want to put forward.

- Ladies, please! Quiet! - If you could have the senator read it.

"Proposed legislation against discrimination

between men and women in the workplace and in social settings."

Lidia, it's very difficult.

I'll give it to him, but I can't promise he'll read it.

Maybe you can read it and summarise it for him, I don't know.

- Okay, I'll try. - Thank you.

We still have time to stop the decline

before the right to vote is also extended to the destitute,

to the illiterate,

and even to women.

Buffoon!

Give women the vote!

Gentlemen, let us thank law enforcement,

who ensure our safety in difficult times.

We will not respond.

We will not respond to provocations.

If you don't want to get arrested again, you need to leave.

Yes, thanks.

Oh, and if you need a lawyer, write to me.

Let go of me!

And together,

we will bring our struggling Italy back to its former glory.

I don't quite understand what you want with this

law.

Basically, for women and men to have the same rights.

You find it funny?

Auntie gave up her plan to go to America for all this.

Equal rights also means equal duties, no?

Depends.

So, since men are obliged to serve in the military,

you think women should be as well?

Who said mandatory military service is just?

You really are a true revolutionary.

Sorry.

The way I see it, erasing the differences between men and women

means erasing what few privileges we have.

Then let me give you an example, Teresa.

If you want to sell something you own,

you're supposed to ask your husband for permission.

Does this seem like a privilege to you?

Enrico, did you know Lidia wants to rewrite the Albertine Statute?

She'll get over it. Go get ready. There's news.

- We gotta go. - I was drinking tea.

Counsellor, there's a visitor for Miss Marianna.

Duke Paolo Marchisio.

Savoldi. Si... Sibol... Sidol...

Di Belgioioso.

Excuse me, but

I can't be seen dressed like this.

Keep him entertained.

Don't look at me like that. I had no idea. If I knew, the house would look better.

It wouldn't be ours if your brother weren't a crook.

Enrico!

- Good morning. - Your Grace.

- Hello, Counsellor. - Good morning.

- Pleased to meet you. Paolo Marchisio. - Marchisio. That Marchisio?

Yes. My father is Duke Alfonso Marchisio,

my mother is the Duchess Maria Vittoria di Cortemiglia.

But call me Paolo, please.

- Paolo. - Paolo.

I have come to invite you personally to the ball that will be held next week

in honour of Margherita.

Margherita...

Of Savoy. The queen.

Of course.

Yes, she and my mother are second cousins.

Aunt Margherita.

Are these beautiful roses for Marianna?

They're for you, ma'am.

A small gift for your new,

splendid home.

Albertina, put them in a vase and call Marianna.

- Right away. - Enrico, what the fuck are we doing?

I'm dressed.

- Lidia, we have a distinguished guest. - Hi there.

- Hi. - Hi.

Forgive me, we need to leave,

but we'll get to your case soon. Nothing serious, I hope.

What are you saying?

This young gentleman, Lidia, is Duke Marchisio Savoldi Sidoli.

- Paolo. - Paolo.

- Paolo. - Paolo.

Marianna's future husband, if Mr. Poët agrees.

I had no idea we'd reached this point. Were you going to tell me?

It's actually getting late, so I'll leave you to it.

- If you'll pardon me. - Paolo.

Paolo. Yes.

- Do you know how to behave with Marianna? - Of course.

- Don't forget. - Sure.

- Bye-bye. - Farewell.

Go on, shoot.

I feel we are very close.

After only half a day, you're optimistic.

I asked around a bit.

Last week,

Brusaferro showed up at Balbiani's.

He called him a degenerate and told him to avoid his brother.

In response, Balbiani called him a Jew.

Not much of a motive for a murder, don't you think?

Wait, Little Miss Perfect.

I went to court

and searched for those convicted of crimes against people of the Jewish religion.

Oh? And Balbiani was one of them?

No, but since I'm a genius...

Humble!

...I also looked among the suspects.

He's accused of vandalizing a kosher bakery.

A young anti-Semite prone to violence is humiliated in his own home by a Jew.

- Mm-hmm. - He snaps, goes to wreck the man's home.

And when he's caught in the act, the situation gets out of hand.

You know, it's not a bad hypothesis.

I applied your method.

When I get an absurd idea, instead of discarding it, I follow it.

Easy, isn't it?

Now we have to prove that it's not just a hypothesis.

That's for you to do. I'm taking you to Balbiani right now.

Do you have his home address?

I wouldn't exactly call it a home.

I talked to this Cesare a few times.

But I don't go to the university very often.

I don't like dry land.

I prefer the boat.

But we know you used to spend time together.

No, we're not friends.

Would you like a drink?

No, thanks.

No, I'm already seasick.

Do you remember Cesare's brother?

Journalist for the Gazette.

Jewish.

Why? Should I know him?

We know of a somewhat unpleasant incident that happened a few days ago.

A fight on this very boat.

I must have been drunk.

- Are you ill, miss? - I have to get off for a moment.

The boat's made me a bit sick.

Enrico,

I'll wait outside, on land.

- Shall I accompany you? - No. She's like that.

She's a little delicate.

It's pretty hot here, huh?

Actually, a drink would be nice.

What would you like?

A Scotch whisky?

All right.

Anything with a hint of pepper, spices, and

with hints of the river. Given that...

- So, Mr. Balbiani... - The Human Races.

Cosimo. Can I call you Cosimo?

You're a poker enthusiast, huh?

You like the game.

THE SEMITES

Oh God.

You're quite the adventurer.

Where are you running to? Wait!

Feeling better already, I see.

Yes,

I was looking for the toilet.

Sorry, Counsellor, but I don't think we've anything more to say to each other.

You and the young lady are no longer welcome on this boat.

So, I guess,

no toilet?

Here you go. These are the articles from when Juvara

was managing the Bank of Turin.

What are you hoping to find in here?

The answer to a message that Attila didn't have time to send me.

I, too, would like to find that answer.

Hi, Carlo.

Hi, Lidia.

Don't be conceited. I didn't come for you.

In fact, when I heard your voice, I wanted to leave.

But then you changed your mind.

Impulses are one thing, priorities are another.

Anyway, Carlo,

I wanted to know if you've ever heard of a certain Cosimo Balbiani.

Of course.

Cesare's friend and Attila's nightmare.

Do you know if he ever threatened him?

Yes, he told me. They almost came to blows.

Good. Get ready. Enrico will call you to testify.

All right.

What are you doing? What is this?

This is Attila's last dossier.

He was investigating Sir Antonio Juvara.

- He's running against the incumbent. - I know him. I know Juvara.

Apparently, he popped champagne after my exclusion from the bar.

Attila discovers some skeletons in his closet.

Juvara silences him. That makes sense.

Yes, but not every reactionary is necessarily a murderer.

Your Balbiani, on the other hand, is. Right?

That's what I'm trying to figure out.

She's got character to spare.

The way you look at her, you seem to be thinking of something else.

Have you lost your mind? What are you doing? Following me?

Why not let someone go with you? Are you doing it on purpose?

- I'm not doing it on purpose. - Then why?

Because I only have Enrico,

and you know that he doesn't support certain unorthodox ideas of mine.

So?

So let's go.

There was a blood-stained shirt here today.

Ouch.

- I beg you. - Scared, huh?

Someone's here. Come on.

What do you want to do? You want to cry?

Look me in the eye.

- Help. - Look me in the eye.

Oh God.

Oh God.

Jacopo, do something.

- Like? - I don't know. Do something.

Help!

But they're armed.

- They're beating him. - They have a knife.

- Come on. Shut up! - Yes, okay, sorry.

Answer me!

- Sh, you. - Quiet.

Move quietly.

Are you crying?

Come on.

Come on!

What are we doing here?

We need a diversion.

What...

Even better.

A match.

- I don't smoke. - Who asked if you smoked?

You asked me for a match.

- I lit it! - Oh fuck, throw it!

Now throw it, I don't know!

Throw it!

Move! Go!

Smash it!

Come on, quickly!

What do we do?

Come on! Quickly!

Go!

Quickly!

Let's go this way.

Damn it!

Damn it, Poët!

Put your weapons down!

What do you want? We didn't do anything.

These clothes aren't really ideal for bathing in the river.

I'll have to remember that.

It's so cold.

You have to leave before the Carabinieri come back.

Are you afraid of Enrico?

Let's just say I wouldn't want to feed his proverbial eloquence.

Does Teresa know?

I'll tell her tomorrow.

You said I had to find a solution. I found it.

- No. - I found it!

- I didn't tell you to sell the house. - Listen.

I'm starting my own newspaper,

where I can write whatever I want.

It's my life's dream.

You are the only person who can understand me.

How did it go?

"Not having to answer to anyone is the greatest freedom."

Your words.

You speak of things you don't know, Jacopo.

Because I have to defend my freedom. You have no idea what that means.

No one will ever question yours.

- Au revoir. - Au revoir.

- Thank you. - Don't mention it.

I must thank Miss Poët for her service to justice.

Mr. Balbiani and his three accomplices have already been taken to Nuove prison.

However...

Excuse me.

However, on the morning of the murder,

Balbiani was engaged in the kidnapping he's accused of.

Therefore, he couldn't have committed two crimes at the same time.

We have the testimony of the victim.

- The fingerprints on the umbrellas? - Those, too, prove you wrong, miss.

Here they are.

The left one's Attila's.

The one on the right doesn't belong to either Balbiani or Cesare.

Well, if they're not Cesare's, can we hope for a release?

No, I don't think so.

You're aware that,

while the presence of a fingerprint is incriminating,

its absence is not exculpatory evidence.

Why are the

ridges of the skin broken? That one.

Perhaps a cut, a small scar.

But you haven't found the author of the anonymous letter.

I hope it at least has no evidentiary value?

True, we didn't find one. In fact...

you can keep it.

As the counsellor says, the prosecution doesn't need it.

The prosecution presented everything. I'm waiting only for your defence brief.

The prosecution will decide on the indictment of Cesare Brusaferro

in five days.

We will deliver everything by tomorrow, Your Honour. Thank you.

Miss, satisfy my curiosity.

On Balbiani's boat, did you really do all that by yourself?

My brother can confirm I have an uncontrollable urge

to get into trouble.

Excuse me.

I wonder what the prosecutor must think of me.

What kind of brother sends a young woman to the boat of a man like Balbiani alone?

Enrico, I'm the one who did things in secret.

Exactly.

I know you consider me a coward.

I'm not a man who likes certain types of adventure.

But,

if you need someone's help, I'm here.

Why are you laughing?

No, it's just that

the last time I asked you for help,

you sprained your ankle after five seconds, so I'm worried.

True.

That's why my offer's worth double.

You're so cute.

You're great.

How is this possible?

Apparently, the prosecutor is not interested in these documents.

He's going straight for Cesare. You were lucky.

You'll get a great article, you'll see.

Certainly.

Cheers.

Watch those hands, duke of I-don't-know-what.

- I'll give you that kiss. - What are you doing, you crazy fool?

I'm checking out the new street furniture.

I'm afraid these benches were installed without accurate measurements.

- Let me see. Show me! - No. Stop it!

- Keep your hands to yourself. Get off! - Let me see!

I knew it. The groom-to-be.

No, no one's ever mentioned marriage.

I preferred Lorenzo.

I'm actually glad Marianna is dating someone so well-mannered.

What's this? "Marchisio Heritage." You investigated them.

Mind your own business.

- Dozens and dozens of properties. - That's private.

The hunting lodge.

6,000 hectares in Val Germanasca. The boy is indeed well-mannered.

It's my right to know who I'm going to be related to.

You should be revising the defence brief. Go to your room.

Counsellor, there's a visitor. A senator with his wife.

What do you mean, a senator?

I'm in my bathrobe. The house is a mess.

- Yet people are always coming and going. - Relax. It's for me.

Egomaniac.

- Anna. - Lidia.

I thought they'd given you 30 years.

I'd have called you to defend me.

Hi.

Here we are. This is my husband.

Nice to meet you.

I apologise for the poor reception.

We're in the middle of a somewhat troubled move.

No, miss.

You're the one who must excuse me for barging in here unannounced.

I hear you're looking into the case of the murdered journalist.

I hope you haven't come to talk about crime.

- No, we haven't. - Let's sit down.

I asked Filippo to read your bill.

Your commitment to fighting discrimination against women

is truly inspiring. I think the same things myself.

But it will take time for equality and the right to vote.

Politics is compromise, miss.

I've been compromising all my life, and nothing has ever changed.

I told you she was stubborn.

Stubbornness is not a bad thing, but haste is.

Now we have to say goodbye.

Juvara's launched his campaign, and we still lack someone to oppose him.

- It's true. - Senator Cravero.

What an honour to welcome you here.

Forgive the confusion. You know, the relocation.

- No. - Mrs. Cravero.

They're leaving.

What?

Without a cup of tea first?

DEFENCE BRIEF CESARE BRUSAFERRO

JUDICIAL POLICE COLLECTION OF DEPOSITIONS

Have your collaborators resigned already?

First of all, welcome.

And in any case, I can only afford two.

I set aside a portion of the money.

For Marianna.

The only one who still speaks to me.

- Actually, don't tell Enrico... - No, don't worry.

Why are you here? In the... wolf's lair?

Balbiani had an alibi.

Tomorrow, I have to hand over the defence brief, and I have nothing.

Except for that note Attila wrote to us.

The famous great enigma.

What if it were simply just about the two of us?

I think he wanted to tell us something.

These are his notes, right?

Yes.

Maybe there's something in here.

Not yet.

But I warn you, you can't understand...

He didn't have great handwriting.

What's that?

Coffee. It brings you back to life.

Trust me.

Go on, say it.

What?

That you've missed me.

Work, Barberis, work.

Did Attila write this?

No, they're Carlo's notes.

Putain.

What?

The anonymous letter accusing Cesare.

Look.

See?

The S's aren't aligned here either.

Like over here.

I don't...

Jacopo, it was written with Carlo's typewriter.

That doesn't make sense. He brought them to me this morning.

Well, you asked him to, right?

If he'd refused, it would've looked strange.

When he came, did you offer him a drink?

- Yes. - Okay. Which glass did he drink from?

- I don't remember. - Jacopo, think, focus.

From this one or this one?

- This one. - This one?

This one.

It could work.

All right.

- Lidia, could you tell me what you're... - Wait.

The prosecutor took fingerprints from an umbrella found at Attila's house.

Yes.

They belong to neither Attila nor Balbiani.

But they have a particular trait.

A small horizontal scar on the thumb.

It matches Carlo Pancaldi's fingerprint.

Where's Carlo?

Jacopo.

What's going on?

You wrote this.

- What are you talking about? - Carlo.

What did Attila discover? What were you looking for in his house?

Be reasonable, Jacopo. You know me.

- I'd never do such a thing - We thought so too.

Not only did you kill Attila,

you also wrote that anonymous letter to frame his brother.

This is madness. What's my motive? What evidence is there?

Carlo.

When you left Attila's house, you left your umbrella.

Your fingerprints are on that umbrella.

I'm sorry.

All right.

Let's go to the prosecutor. I'll explain it to him.

Hold it! Nobody move! Hold it.

Carlo, drop the gun.

Easy.

Come on, give it to me.

I didn't wanna kill Attila. I loved him.

We know.

But now you have to calm down.

Lidia, trust me, I'm already dead.

It was bad luck. He came back while I was there.

It happened so quickly. He saw I was looking through the books.

All right. What were you looking for?

Keep your hands up!

Carlo.

Why should you already be dead? Explain it to us. We can help.

You can't do anything. They'll come for me.

Stop looking for them, or they'll come for you too.

I'm sorry.

For everything.

We compared the fingerprints, and there are no doubts.

Carlo Pancaldi killed Attila Brusaferro.

We also found a copy of the key he used to enter his colleague's flat.

So,

I will immediately file a request for the release of your client.

Thank you.

Do you have any hypotheses on the motive?

I'm afraid it's destined to remain unknown.

The prosecutor's office is closing the case. I'm sorry.

What if new elements emerge?

Miss, you risked a lot this time.

I beg you not to push your luck any further in the future.

You're right.

Thank you.

- But I must find the truth about Attila. - Please excuse us.

Aren't you going to greet your partner in adventure?

- It just happened. - It didn't just happen. You chose it.

One day, you'll explain to me why.

Actually, excuse me.

I'm only going to say this once.

Stay away from my sister.

Who are you writing to?

Uncle Jacopo...

- What do you want, Marianna? - Marianna, could you leave us?

Close the door.

Marianna, don't eavesdrop, please.

I'm your brother,

and I have a duty to protect you.

I assure you

that there's absolutely nothing between me and Jacopo,

if that's your worry.

That's what I wanted to hear you say.

But... it's true.

I haven't been completely honest with you.

Oh my God.

- No, I mean... - Should I sit?

- If you want to. All right. - I'll get a chair.

- A year ago... - Wait.

Ready.

Hit me.

A year ago,

when I decided to stay here in Turin...

Jacopo and I dated for a while.

We would secretly meet in a hotel at night.

- Even during the day sometimes. - Spare me the details, please.

Of course, yes. Of course.

The main thing is that...

I know it's hard to understand.

For me, getting married is not an option.

I didn't leave for the United States.

I stayed here to change the system, not to hold myself back.

And for me, being a wife, being a mother,

today means losing my freedom.

My goals.

With me, you could do whatever you want.

I know, Jacopo.

It's nothing to do with you.

I'm the one who...

I need to be able to feel free.

I have to

be able to fight my battle without being accountable to anyone.

And maybe I will never achieve my goals, but I have to be able to see them.

And I have to be able to try to pursue them.

Are you pregnant with Jacopo's baby?

Deo gratias!

No. I said no.

But that's when

he sold the villa.

You're telling me that Jacopo only sold it because...

He sold it because he could, Enrico.

Because he was in pain. He was confused. He didn't know what to do with his life.

And honestly, I don't even think he really wanted to marry me.

He wanted purpose, something new, and he found it.

God, I'm so glad Jacopo found his purpose!

Damn him.

I love you.

And I'm sorry if I didn't tell you everything.

There are women who aspire not to marriage,

nor to family, nor to the caring of children.

And for a long time, I've known for a fact I am one of them.

My interests are focused elsewhere.

In recent days, I've maybe taken a small step forward toward my goal,

to introduce a law in Parliament that recognizes men and women

have the same rights.

This is the only compromise I'm willing to accept.

And no further concessions.

That women be allowed access to the same professions as men.

I can't live here.

Come on, pack a suitcase and

come stay with me.

We'll find out why your brother was killed.

You have my word.

If you have time, write to me. I miss having a friend to talk to.

Bye, Andrea.

- Take this to the post office, please. - All right.