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Don't move!

Don't move!

Guards!

Get off me!

Over here!

Let go of me!

THE LAW ACCORDING TO LIDIA POËT

Cesare, did we get a letter from the Honourable Costa?

What's he supposed to write to you?

I'll tell you later.

Oh. No, nothing came.

How is the vote looking to go on Sunday?

I went to the university,

and a third of the respondents politely told me to go to hell.

That's normal. The others?

Most will vote for Juvara. When I asked how their fathers would vote,

seven in ten told me they're with Depretis,

so with your brother-in-law.

It's like Costa's Socialists didn't exist.

Of course.

- Hi. - Hi.

Sorry, is this a bad time?

Costa's Socialists are lagging behind, but if you need to talk to me, go ahead.

May we?

Sure. Of course, yes.

What is it?

No, nothing. I was

thinking about the book Attila bought from Nitti.

- The Confessions of Saint Augustine. - Yes.

Maybe we didn't look hard enough,

or we didn't look for it in the right place. I don't know.

Lidia, you truly are an enigma.

Attila was right.

Anyway, that book's disappeared, Lidia.

Or someone made it disappear. Either way, no one knows where it is.

But

I have news.

I have an appointment with Nitti's housekeeper.

Perfect.

When? Perhaps I can come along.

- Just to help you with the case. - No. Lidia, please.

Can we go back to that wonderful time when we didn't see each other?

It wasn't wonderful for me.

It was for me. I'm much better off without you.

My brain works. I sleep well.

Sometimes, I dream. Imagine that.

Okay?

- All right. - Yeah.

Can I just ask if...

if you were to find Nitti...

If we find Nitti, you'll be the first person to know.

Of course.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

It's a paperweight.

I don't understand if...

I don't understand if it's a subtle allusion

to my schnauzer moustache.

- No, oh my God. No. - No, huh?

It's also not a schnauzer. It's...

it's a gift.

An ugly one.

To make up for dinner.

- I wanted to go. I've been confused. - Lidia, please.

You don't owe me any explanation.

None. In fact...

if the reason for your confusion is

Mr. Barberis...

What makes you think that?

I thought it from the moment I first met you two.

And I understand it very well. Mr. Barberis is a cultured

and intelligent person with a long life ahead of him.

But I asked you to come for another reason.

It's to tell you about a case that concerns me.

So, two nights ago,

a man called Bruno Corsi tried to escape from Nuove.

I imagine his sentence will be extended now.

- To life. - Oh.

Because it seems that, during the escape, he killed a prison guard.

It seems?

Francesco Maselli.

He was found in the pantry,

strangled.

And there were obvious signs of a struggle at the scene.

So it's like he'd tried to stop the detainee.

Yes. In a way, yes.

But that's where the problem is.

The pantry was turned upside down, as if they'd been fighting for hours.

And you're wondering why Maselli didn't raise the alarm immediately.

Exactly. Along with other small inconsistencies.

There were ink marks on the victim's wrists.

And his arm was dislocated, as if someone had held him down.

But the escaping prisoner was alone, supposedly.

And that's what makes me doubt his guilt, to be honest.

So you think the whole thing was a setup to blame this guy Corsi?

Why don't you ask for an additional investigation?

Because I can't.

The minister personally called me

and forced me to ask for an immediate indictment.

There's an election on Sunday, so they want a severe punishment.

Of course. Who's Corsi's lawyer?

No one wants to defend him.

Now, we are supposed to give him a court-appointed lawyer,

but I would like someone who can undermine my case

and ensure Mr. Corsi gets a fair trial.

Someone like your brother.

A twisted way to ask.

Anyway, Enrico's a candidate in the election.

- I don't think he'll accept. - I know.

But you and I share a certain ideal of what is just.

Maybe you can try to convince him.

If it's all been staged, the guards must be involved.

Yes. I'm afraid so.

However, we have an advantage.

The commander of the guards is Orazio Talarico.

He was my father's closest friend.

And after his death, we became very close.

I'm sure he'll help you.

You know, this is a lot more fun than a dinner invitation.

It feels so strange to call him prosecutor.

He's like a son to me.

Come in.

Before you talk to the prisoner, I'd like to clarify an important point.

I have full confidence in my men.

And I'm entirely convinced the truth has already been established.

That's why I've no problem helping with your investigations.

Very clear, thank you.

- I'll be waiting outside. - Thank you.

I swear to you, Counsellor,

when I passed through the pantry, there was no guard there.

Yes, Corsi. I understand. But swearing is not enough.

We need evidence.

The evidence...

I had a spoon in my hands as sharp as a blade.

If I'd wanted to kill him, I'd have used it, right?

Ask the guard who caught me if you doubt me.

I don't know his name. He's new.

All right. We'll check.

But why did you try to escape? You only had six months left.

It was my mother's funeral.

I asked for a furlough. They denied it.

Then I had the brilliant idea of escaping.

Damn me! Damn it!

Come on, Corsi.

Don't lose heart, okay?

- We're on your side. - Yes.

Is it possible that

some of the guards

had it in for their colleague enough to kill him?

I don't know, miss.

But there's a pair of them who are very domineering.

When they work the night shift, it's like the wing is their home.

Once, they even played a bad prank on the guy who died.

They locked him alone in a cell for hours.

Do you remember the names of these two?

Salvemini, Ambrosio, attention.

These are Bruno Corsi's lawyers.

Answer all their questions truthfully.

Yes, sir.

You found your companion's body

five minutes before six in the morning?

Yes, sir.

And before that,

you hadn't noticed he was missing?

A couple of hours earlier.

He'd asked to go to the toilet, but he never returned.

And this didn't worry you?

Yes, ma'am. If we hadn't found him dead, we'd have informed the commander.

Sure. I can imagine. Tell me,

is it true that you and your colleague once locked Maselli in an empty cell

to prank him?

Commander, we've been on duty for 16 hours.

A friend of ours has died.

And now we have to put up with this young lady's insinuations.

Counsellor, thank you.

Salvemini!

Don't you dare use that tone.

What Salvemini is trying to say

is that all the guards here are like brothers.

They eat together, sleep together.

In section A, for each shift, we have four officers for every 40 inmates.

Salvemini,

Ambrosio,

Maselli.

The fourth is missing.

He's taking a shower.

Manera!

He's the one who stopped Corsi and raised the alarm.

Ah, yes, it would be interesting to talk to him...

- That's Lorenzo... - Sorry. You had something on your jacket.

Commander, thank you for your time. Unfortunately, we have to go.

We're running late for an important meeting.

- Goodbye, and thanks. Excuse us. - Excuse us. Goodbye.

Salvemini likes to act tough, but he's not a bad person.

Ambrosio talks less.

He has four children and always seems exhausted.

Maselli? What was he like? Did they get along?

If you're blaming my colleagues to get Corsi out of trouble,

I simply can't help you.

No, we don't want to blame anyone, Lorenzo.

Then I don't understand what you want. And I don't work for you any more, no?

Come on, Lorenzo.

Our current place doesn't have a garden. In the end, we'd have fired you anyway.

But it's true.

The Poët family treated you very badly. It's true.

But that has nothing to do with what happened to your colleague.

So please, if you know anything that can help us find the truth,

this is our new home address.

Send my regards to Marianna. I wish her well on her upcoming wedding.

I can't believe it. You gave him our address.

- I don't get what goes through your head. - Hypothesis.

Lorenzo was patrolling the foyer.

Maselli fights with Salvemini and Ambrosio, who kill him.

They have to get rid of the body. They're not sure how.

But luck is on their side. The alarm goes off.

There's an escaped convict.

They wait for the chaos to subside,

then drag the body to the pantry along Corsi's escape route.

You know that if you had written novels instead of studying law,

we'd have been spared a lot of trouble?

Mum, I don't want to do anything disreputable.

I just want to spend ten minutes of my life alone with Paolo.

Please. Even prisoners get an hour of fresh air.

You know they're under surveillance even during that hour, right?

- Albertina? - Yes?

Albertina.

Did you buy mallow for Enrico's gastritis?

- Yes. - Where is it?

- In the kitchen. - Great.

Paolo says it's the view from the bedroom.

Darling...

I wanted to tell you. I don't know if your father's already mentioned it.

We ran into Lorenzo again recently.

No. What does he have to do with anything?

No, because he's a prison guard now, and by chance found himself...

No, I mean, what's he got to do with me going to live in Naples?

Nothing.

It was just to tell you.

Auntie, I'm not undecided between two men.

I'm really not the type.

Neither am I, for that matter.

Forgive me.

- I didn't want to rub salt in the wound. - There is no wound.

Actually, I wanted to ask you for advice.

Paolo and I, so far...

I'm not sure if this is clear, but we've not...

We've never

seen each other.

Ah, no. I really can't help this time, Marianna.

No, Auntie, we don't need any help.

It's just that

I want to know if it's such a bad thing before marriage.

Looking at each other.

Just looking at each other.

You want the truth?

Yes.

For me, it's not so much about looking or not looking at each other.

What's wrong is the very...

The very what?

The very idea of getting married so young is nonsense, Marianna.

With Paolo, with Lorenzo, with whoever.

You have to focus on the objective.

The ball bounces, and you hit it. Okay?

Almost.

But, for it being your first time,

it wasn't bad.

Okay. Ready?

Why did you bring me here?

I thought you might like it. If you don't...

No, it's that...

I don't know. Usually, at your age, a man already has a family, children.

Why are you alone?

First of all, I'm not that old.

And then, so far, I've fallen in love with the wrong girls.

You know, I lived in Paris for many years,

then I came back, worked for different newspapers.

Now I'm planning to go move to Rome to start a socialist newspaper, and...

Actually, do you know Andrea Costa?

I don't like this game.

Marta?

Did I say something wrong?

No, you've been very clear.

You're looking for a way to pass the time before you leave.

- No. Marta, you completely misunderstood. - Then what?

You want to ask me to come?

You're right. I wasn't being honest.

The thing is,

you worked for some time with a person I really need to talk to.

His name is Umberto Nitti.

It's very important.

Haven't heard from him in years.

And you should have said so immediately. You'd have spared yourself this farce.

Six. Even.

Manera, your turn.

No, I don't want to play.

The rounds? You want to do those at least?

Come on, Manera. Can't you see he's playing dice?

Come on, Manera.

The rounds.

Get out.

Even tonight?

We have to finish. Move.

At your service.

They really love me.

Your decision to defend Corsi does you honour, Enrico. I mean it.

Thank you.

But the election is on Sunday.

And all this chaos won't do our cause any good.

It's also a risk to our legislative proposal.

Unless we can prove that Bruno Corsi is innocent.

And you think you can do that by Sunday?

Yes.

If they don't kill you first.

Let's hope not.

Hi.

What do you want now?

Nothing.

I came to see your aunt. She invited me.

And you didn't miss the chance.

Come in.

Aunt is busy, so you'll have to wait.

- Bye, Anna. - I'll walk you to the door.

Thank you. Take care.

Be careful.

Don't worry.

Lorenzo, hello.

Ma'am.

What is it? Did you find something?

Yes. It's about Salvemini and Ambrosio.

Last night, they escorted an inmate to an abandoned section of the prison.

And it looked like they'd been there before. Like a habit.

And who is this prisoner?

His name is Amilcare Rolli. He's serving five years

for counterfeiting money and government bonds.

Apparently, he's an artist, in his own way.

Is it enough to order a search?

DOCTOR FRANCESCO DURANTE

Lidia.

No. I was suggesting the hypothesis that

Rolli and Salvemini and Ambrosio

are using the abandoned section of the prison to print counterfeit money.

And they killed Maselli because he discovered them?

Perhaps. It would explain the ink stains on the victim's wrists.

So Maselli threatened to report them, they attacked him,

and they used Corsi's escape to pin the murder on him.

It makes sense, yes.

Is it the schnauzer that's distracting you? I can move it.

It's not a schnauzer. No.

This is what caught your eye.

It's only a diagnosis, Miss Poët.

Left frontal meningioma.

Intracranial.

Grandiose, right?

Grandiose, yes.

Only to apologise. I promise.

No need. Really.

I was very insensitive, Marta.

Very unfair.

Will you leave, please?

Marta, in my partial defence, let me explain my situation.

Mr. Nitti worked for a period of time at the Bank of Turin.

And I'm convinced he came to possess certain sensitive information.

My best friend was killed for that information.

But in reality, I came back here because I'm convinced

that you know a lot more than you told me.

And so...

Who's over there?

No one.

Jacopo, please. I'm telling you there's no...

Mr. Nitti?

Mr. Nitti?

Mr. Nitti?

Mr. Nitti?

Pier, I have to be honest with you.

I didn't like this search warrant of yours at all.

I understand, but this is absolutely not aimed at you.

If you search my prison,

it's like you're personally accusing me of negligence.

- Lieutenant, have you finished? - Prosecutor, there's nothing here.

Did you check over here?

What's in there?

Nothing.

Can we check?

Please.

Putain.

- There's nothing here. - I can see that.

Could I at least know who insinuated these doubts about my men?

- Orazio... - Oh, only me, Commander.

I personally apologise.

It won't happen again.

The commander is not objective.

Did you hear how he talks about his men? Like they were his children.

Okay, then.

Let's assume you're right.

The institution is corrupt. The guards are covering for each other.

Lorenzo is his usual useless self.

What can we do about it?

There's one thing we can do.

Yes, but quickly.

Thank you for agreeing to meet us, Mr. Rolli.

I'm Poët, a lawyer, and this is my sister, Lidia.

Hi.

You were convicted five years ago of aggravated fraud, forgery, and theft.

Being a repeat offender, you got the maximum sentence.

And you're scheduled to be released in March 1891, right?

My brother said "scheduled" because you now have a great opportunity.

Yes.

If you're aware of certain details related to the death of Francesco Maselli,

and you decide to cooperate with the justice system,

we're confident we can get your sentence reduced.

I know nothing.

We, on the other hand, do know one thing.

And that is, the other night,

two prison guards took you out of your cell. Right?

It seems some scoundrel wanted to make a big revelation.

The scoundrels are those who killed Officer Maselli.

And we know it involves your friends. Salvemini and Ambrosio.

I don't have friends. And I'll live a hundred years.

Of these hundred years, you want to spend another five in here?

Counsellor,

it's better in here than out there.

Here, we eat every day.

Bruno Corsi is innocent.

And you know it.

Right?

Tell me the truth.

Maselli had discovered your scheme,

and they killed him so he wouldn't talk. You were there.

You saw it.

Maybe your client is innocent,

but I can assure you that when it came to killing Maselli,

it was neither Salvemini nor Ambrosio.

So it was you?

You're a good lawyer.

And you too, miss.

- Which is it, lawyer or lawyeress? - It's up to you.

Do you know what it is?

It's that I'm a very difficult man to convince.

Thank you.

Guard, we've finished.

Goodbye.

Hey, Counsellor.

What a beautiful coat you have.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Counsellor, best wishes on your election!

Hopefully, the people can truly benefit from it.

Do you know what a victory for Depretis would mean for the Bank?

I assure you he won't win, Director.

But we're not making bets here.

You see, if Depretis takes away our ability to print money,

all this will cease to exist.

Now, I would like to know exactly what you intend to do.

A bomb, Director.

It'll look like the work of anarchists.

You know that Depretis has many hidden enemies,

even in his own camp.

And it's with them that we will form a unified national government,

a government that will be a friend to the Bank of Turin.

Well, what about Miss Poët, the lawyer's sister?

She's also started fantasising about absurd legislative proposals.

I want to emphasise that we're only talking about a woman.

I wouldn't worry too much.

I'm actually told she's a notorious killjoy,

as is her journalist friend.

True. That's why we've tapped their phones.

Just to be safe.

Hello?

A local call for Jacopo Barberis. Shall I connect you?

Yes. Sure. Yes.

Mr. Barberis.

This is Umberto Nitti.

How's your head?

You really called me to ask how my head is?

Yes. Because I'm a good person.

Then tell me where the Confessions book is.

I have no idea.

But I know exactly what documents were in it.

- And what do you want in return? - Jacopo.

I prefer to discuss that in person.

I'll be waiting for you on Sunday evening at Belvedere del Vitozzi.

- At six o'clock. - Agreed.

Who was that?

Nitti.

Nitti?

He wants to see me on Sunday night

at Belvedere Vitozzi to tell me everything.

Well? Let's tell Lidia.

There's no need.

Clown!

POET SCOUNDREL

HERO TO MURDERERS ENEMY OF THE KINGDOM

- Shame on you! - Damn you!

Don't tell me you got arrested.

Given the unfortunate situation in which we find ourselves,

Mrs. Cravero spoke to the minister of the interior

and had a security detail assigned to me.

Thanks, guys. You can wait for me downstairs.

You're becoming important.

Yes. They also gave me a carriage.

But only until the elections.

Mon Dieu!

- Don't touch it, for heaven's sake. - Be quiet.

It's just

a gold tooth.

Does it seem normal to find a gold tooth in your pocket?

I'd like to clarify an important point.

I have full confidence in my men.

What are you thinking?

This is the coat you had on when we talked to Rolli, isn't it?

Yes. But why did that pervert put a gold tooth in my pocket?

Because he couldn't talk in prison. He's afraid of the guards.

But he found a way to give us a clue without compromising himself.

What clue are you talking about, Lidia?

This.

As you may have noticed,

Commander Talarico has at least two gold teeth.

An incisor and a canine that are seen when he smiles.

You know that better than I do.

This, on the other hand,

is a molar.

And how did you get it?

The point is,

the commander was well aware

that your colleagues had some illegal business with Rolli.

But you didn't find anything.

Maybe they went there to smoke or to play dice.

Or maybe they had to get rid of all the evidence.

What we think is, on the night of the murder,

Talarico, Ambrosio, Salvemini, and Rolli were printing counterfeit money.

Maselli discovered them, and the commander attacked him.

There was a fight. Talarico lost a tooth.

Which that pervert Rolli picked up.

- This tooth. - Yes.

Maselli was strangled.

At that point, Corsi's escape offered him the perfect opportunity

to move the body to the right place and eliminate all suspicion.

If you're so sure the tooth belongs to Commander Talarico,

why not take it to the prosecutor?

Because I'm not sure.

And I've already made him take a false step, so...

You should go to the commander and say you have this tooth.

At that point, if Lidia's right, he'll try to bribe you.

I think you're making a mistake.

The commander has nothing to do with it. He's the most honest person I've ever met.

Okay, if you're so sure,

what are you afraid of?

Nothing.

I'll see him tomorrow.

I'm sure the commander will give me an explanation.

Thank you, Lorenzo.

All in all, he's a good guy.

Marianna would have devastated him.

Yes. Torn him to pieces.

Yeah.

She isn't dead, is she?

My mother takes it every night for insomnia. Let's go.

Are you okay?

I don't...

I don't know.

Don't worry.

If you've changed your mind,

we can wait.

I'm sorry.

I'm not ready.

Forgive me.

Who is it?

Come in.

Manera, what is it?

It's not that simple, Commander.

It's about something I found and wish I hadn't.

Something that may belong to you.

- And was somewhere it shouldn't have been. - You like speaking in riddles?

No, Commander.

I'm talking about this tooth that I found by chance.

It was in the abandoned section. I don't understand how it got there.

You should've taken it to the prosecutor. That tooth could be an important clue.

Yes, you're right, except that,

for a moment, I feared getting you into trouble.

Of course not, Manera.

Let's go to the prosecutor together and hand over the tooth.

Come on, don't be afraid.

This isn't the way to the prosecutor's office.

Well done, Manera. Always so attentive.

We'll go to the prosecutor later. We have to stop somewhere else first.

Where are we?

Get out, come on.

Hey. Please do something.

You should've minded your own fucking business.

Go. This way.

Yes.

- Walk. - Please, Commander.

- Move it. - Yes.

Stop here.

Did someone follow us?

Help!

If you shout, I'll kill you.

Shut up!

Commander Talarico!

There are two armed Carabinieri here with us.

Surrender, or someone could get hurt.

Sir, let's surrender.

No. I'll get the one on the right, you the one on the left. On three.

One...

Commander, please listen to me.

Let Manera go.

He's a kind and sensitive person.

Two...

On the contrary, do it, Commander. Feel free to kill Manera.

- What the fuck are you saying, Lidia? - Wait.

But then you'll have to kill Salvemini too, I presume.

He'd be an inconvenient witness in court, right?

Then you'd have to kill me,

Counsellor Poët, and his escort.

Analysing the situation,

it seems to me that surrendering is the most reasonable solution.

But I'm not your lawyer.

- Do as you please. - I'll be with you to the end, Commander.

Put your hands where I can see them. And approach slowly.

Ask him

for forgiveness on my behalf.

Are you asleep?

My mother asked me to apologise to you on her behalf.

It was my fault as well.

If I could go back, I'd never have accepted that money.

I ruined everything.

Maybe it was meant to go this way.

Does it hurt?

Seeing you? A little.

I was told you did a very brave thing.

I just hope you didn't do it for me.

What?

You're so presumptuous.

You haven't changed. You're still so self-centred.

To think I'd come to apologise for the way I treated you.

Apology accepted. What else?

Your mother was right all along.

From the attic I'd found for us, you couldn't see the sea.

It's finally over.

Over, Counsellor? It's only just begun.

Do you really think so?

My husband only says what he truly thinks.

Hold it. Great, just like that.

All right.

- Ready in a moment, gentlemen. - All ready.

Don't smile.

Stern.

Don't move.

Don't move.

- Great. Thank you. - Good.

For years, he was a role model.

And what has he become?

During questioning, I couldn't even look him in the face.

You showed me who he really is.

And now you hate me for it?

No, Lidia.

I don't hate you.

On the contrary.

"On the contrary"?

If I invite you to dinner, would I risk eating alone again?

If all goes well,

you'll be able to resume a completely normal life.

No more pain, no more seizures.

Of course, the operation has its risks.

But if we're lucky...

you will live again.

And if I may say so, living is beautiful.

I have no problem leaving Turin. No.

I just need to resolve one small matter, then I'll take the first train to Rome.

See you soon, Mr. Costa. See you soon.

ST. AUGUSTINE CONFESSIONS

- Hello? - A local call for Lidia Poët.

Yes.

It's Jacopo.

- Hi. - Hi.

I spoke to Nitti. I have an appointment with him.

And...

And?

We have to go together.

Yes, of course. That's fine.

I almost thought that...

What?

That I would never see you again.

So did I.

Wait here.

Go.

Go!

No! Wait!

Who was that?

Nitti.

Oh, putain.