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Leave everything outside and go away!

THE LAW ACCORDING TO LIDIA POËT

Whoever killed Nitti could've killed you too.

Why didn't you warn the authorities?

After Carlo Pancaldi's death, you closed the case.

Why should we have told them?

What time did you find the body?

Around six o'clock.

Yes.

Before that,

we saw someone get into our carriage.

Probably the hitman.

What makes you think he's a professional killer, Lidia?

He only fired once, straight to the forehead.

He's not an amateur.

How did he know we were going to meet him?

I don't know.

May I know what you're talking about?

Nitti sold Brusaferro secret documents.

He had promised to reveal what was in them to me.

That's why we were here.

But someone arrived at the rendezvous before us.

And what happened to these documents?

They're inside a rare book.

A 17th-century edition of St. Augustine's Confessions.

We searched for it at Attila's house, but didn't find it.

Wonderful.

You also disturbed a crime scene. Well done. Congratulations.

And you wonder why we didn't tell the authorities?

Enough, Jacopo.

He's right.

Yeah, he's right.

We thought we were doing the right thing.

But you did the wrong thing.

What were you doing in the middle of the night with Jacopo

at Belvedere del Vitozzi?

Have we always had that?

- What? - That ghastly thing there.

That "ghastly" thing is a pendulum clock from the old Schwarzenberg factory.

There are only eight in all of Italy.

Thank goodness.

Senator Cravero gave it to me as a gesture of goodwill.

- You gonna answer me? - Enrico, it's a lookout point.

What was I doing? I was admiring the view of Turin from above.

- Lovely. - It's wonderful.

- We should go together. - Of course.

- It's great. - We'll go.

Lidia.

My dear sister.

Yes.

I ran for Parliament for you.

I know.

I gave myself gastritis.

Sorry. You're right.

We were there to meet someone.

We were hoping to

uncover the reason behind Attila Brusaferro's murder.

At this rate, I'll be investigating your murder soon.

Ridiculous.

Counsellor? Senator Cravero is on the phone.

The results are in.

Good morning, Senator.

I understand.

Thank you.

So?

25,231 votes.

Which means?

I won.

Drinking glasses!

- Good. - First drink's yours.

Here. Sorry.

By the time you read these lines, dear Lidia, I will already have left.

I know this goodbye is stupid,

but so am I.

And maybe Rome will benefit me in that sense.

Yours, Jacopo.

Where is everybody?

Looking for work, I hope. We're shutting down.

What do you mean?

I mean that Mr. Costa was very enthusiastic about my proposal.

And in a few days, I'm moving to Rome.

And I'll start a new socialist newspaper.

I thought about telling you, getting you involved.

No, thanks.

What about my brother?

The investigation and everything?

Cesare, Nitti is dead.

The prosecutor has launched an investigation.

The only sensible thing we can do is let them investigate in peace.

We did what we could.

We just have to put our trust in the public prosecutor.

Oh, so that's it.

What?

You're jealous?

Of the prosecutor?

- Are you? - What does jealousy have to do with it?

- We could look for Nitti's killer. - We did that.

- No, we didn't. - Yes, we did.

- Now we can do it. - We tried in every way.

It's up to the prosecutor now. We can't interfere with him.

- Cesare, there's nothing left... - It's fine, enough. I understand.

Let's let them investigate in peace.

I don't remember the driver's name or what the carriage looked like.

Again, I was with a young lady,

and your colleague took us to Belvedere Vitozzi.

If you can help me...

Is that the young lady there?

You're always sticking your nose in.

I beg your pardon?

Nothing, I didn't say anything.

Of course. I understand you can't make exceptions,

but I don't have it right now.

Maybe you could track the total, and once we're home...

Lidia!

What are you doing here? I thought you'd be celebrating Enrico's victory.

Ah, no.

It seems we had the same idea.

Which is?

Could you lend me 40 cents?

May I know what for?

Well, Mr. Giovanni here was telling me that yesterday,

after leaving us at the belvedere, he took our friend out of town.

For 40 cents, he'll take us to him. But I don't have the money.

If there are two of you, 50.

Fifty.

He's got it.

Excuse me, who gave you permission to enter?

This is still my home.

And it's still a crime scene.

We're conducting a search.

If it's for St. Augustine's Confessions, you're wasting your time.

Ah, of course.

Well, not to question your efforts, Mr. Brusaferro,

but the authorities should look too, no?

Go ahead.

Lt. Galli, be thorough.

If the book is in this house, we have to find it.

Proceed.

Your uncle just gave it to you without saying anything?

He left me this note.

"Niece, use this to become who you want to be."

It's half the money he was given when he sold our villa.

A lovely gift, I must say.

Dad will force me to return it all.

I'll talk to your father.

He can't stop your uncle from gifting it to you.

- You know what you want to do with it? - I'll have to talk to Paolo.

Of course. You're about to become a family.

My beautiful love!

You'll never guess what I'm about to say.

They made you minister of justice.

Let's not get carried away. Why? Do you think it's possible?

I don't know, Enrico. Tell me what happened.

Senator Cravero just called.

He wants to introduce me directly to Prime Minister Depretis.

He'll be in Turin tomorrow,

and before the gala dinner, he wants to have a small reception here.

- Here? - Yes.

I was thinking a chocolat chaud. How about it?

No, Dad. He's 190 years old. You'll give him indigestion.

Marianna, please don't be disrespectful.

Albertina? Do we have everything to make chocolat chaud?

Chocolat chaud pour le président!

Was he like this when you got married?

Identical.

I fell in love at first sight.

Like you with Paolo.

Exactly the same. At first glance.

INN

Greetings.

- Hello. - Hi.

Cognac?

All we have here is wine. Or grappa.

Grappa. From Nebbiolo?

Two grappas. That'll be perfectly fine.

That's four cents.

Certainly.

She likes me.

Excuse me, are beds available, or do you only serve drinks?

Are you lost?

No. We're exactly where we're supposed to be.

Yes.

We only have one room.

It's one lira per night.

One lira and ten cents if you'd also like laundry done.

To hell with being stingy. Here you go.

And is there by any chance a guest registry we have to sign?

Follow me.

Do we have a plan?

Nothing here, Prosecutor.

What'd you expect? That Attila hid the book in the walls?

Has that chimney always been sealed?

We've never used it.

Confessions.

Volume two.

Jacopo.

Très bien.

- The hitman slept here. Good. - Yes.

If he stayed here, we know he doesn't live in the city.

Too bad he didn't leave a business card.

I could have asked him how much it costs to kill a public prosecutor.

Oh, all right. Sorry.

I didn't think it was that serious.

I don't even know if it's serious.

I just know he doesn't make me feel inadequate.

Why? Who makes you feel inadequate, Lidia?

Come on, let's go.

We'll never find a carriage, my dear.

I'm sorry to have to tell you,

but you'll continue feeling inadequate until at least tomorrow morning.

Oh yes.

Well, if we panicked every time my sister-in-law disappeared,

we'd have died of a coronary.

If I'm being honest, I didn't think you'd win, Counsellor.

Depretis is clearly still held in high favour in this country.

I'm just happy to have a chance to serve the nation.

When you're in Rome, you must meet my cousin.

- I told him to expect you. - Of course.

Marianna, are you all right?

She's a little nervous with the date coming up, right?

Darling, let's go to the other room for a bit, okay?

I have something to say.

Paolo...

you're a wonderful person.

And I've been in love with you since the first moment I saw you.

And I still am, more than ever.

But I can't marry you.

Why?

You can't do this.

- Duke, please, this isn't the time. - Please, Counsellor.

Are we catering to this whim?

Dad, please. Marianna.

Talk to your daughter. Resolve this.

This isn't the time for such doubts.

Don't worry. We'll handle this.

No, Enrico. Marianna has the right to voice her doubts.

Even on the day of the wedding.

Darling, sit down.

Do something.

You know you don't have to get married.

If something's made you change your mind, you just have to say so.

Madam, what are you talking about?

Can't you see she's acting like a spoiled girl?

Let's be a bit more courteous, please.

You can't talk to us like that in our house.

- I've had it. I'm leaving. - Get out.

And let me remind you, my husband is in Parliament!

I've been elected, but I technically haven't begun my term.

Precisely.

But I fully agree with what my wife said.

Very well.

Paolo.

I'm moving to Rome in a few days.

I pitched Mr. Costa

an idea for a newspaper.

And he

accepted?

He even liked the name.

The Hammer.

Lovely.

I wanted to tell you.

I appreciate it. I'm

happy for you.

You deserve the best.

I've earned a grappa.

Why did you bring the lady to a place like this?

What?

You don't know her.

She brought me.

She's married to a big shot, but she doesn't love him.

And I can't let her go.

We thought we'd found a way to free ourselves from her husband.

That's why we're here.

Were you supposed to meet someone?

A man

could get rid of our

problem.

You understand, don't you?

He said his name was Giulio, and he was supposed to meet us here.

But it seems like he was just pulling our leg.

His name is Mario.

Not Giulio.

FOR LIDIA

Dear Lidia,

I'd love nothing more than to write a heartfelt goodbye,

but only images fill my mind.

The glass you threw at your father's portrait

the night we first met.

- Who are you? - I'm Jacopo Barberis.

Dargène's wardrobe, where we hid waiting for the Marquis de Clermont.

Want to bet?

You and me together on my bicycle.

Or you sitting on your windowsill.

You in my kitchen at midnight.

By the time you read these lines, dear Lidia, I will already have left.

I know this goodbye is stupid,

but so am I.

And perhaps Rome will benefit me in that sense.

Yours, Jacopo.

What did you...

What'd you do, seduce the innkeeper?

Our hitman's named Mario Garrone.

He lives in Grugliasco,

in a farmhouse in the woods.

I think the time's come to notify the proper authorities.

Yes.

Are you all right?

I owe you both an apology.

Especially you, Barberis.

Your friend Brusaferro had got his hands on a treasure trove of information.

Where'd you find it?

It was well hidden.

These slips represent sizeable deposits made into a number of bank accounts

concerning a secret mission called "March 15th".

Corruption?

Yes, it's possible, but to be sure,

we need to know who these accounts belong to.

Of course.

One of these is certainly Juvara's.

We need time.

But I've already sent dozens of requests to Judge Genovesi.

Look.

From here to here.

And another one.

Look at this.

Should we report her missing?

It's still too soon.

So what should we do?

I can't do anything.

Except welcome Prime Minister Depretis with this lump in my throat.

I almost hope she's dead. If she's still alive, I'll kill her.

Any news of Auntie?

Not yet, darling.

She'll come back when we least expect it, you'll see.

She's unpredictable.

Would you like to eat something, darling?

I'm not very hungry.

Can I ask you something, Marianna?

Don't worry.

I don't want to marry Lorenzo.

I wasn't worried.

I'd been thinking about it since I talked to Auntie.

I'd found it odd she had no opinion on the matter.

Uncle, too, when he wrote that I should be whoever I want to be.

I realised I have absolutely no idea who that is.

I need to be alone.

To figure out if I have a calling, a talent, an ambition.

We'll figure it out together, darling.

This is what I mean. I want to figure it out on my own.

On her own, Teresa.

- Look out! - Go away!

- Stay down! - Down!

- Go back. - Let me talk to him.

No. We'll arrest him,

I'll interrogate him, then you can talk to him.

Look out!

Don't shoot! I want him alive. Don't shoot!

- You all right? - Yes.

Are you hurt?

He thinks he has nothing to lose.

- If you let me talk to him... - Lidia, for God's sake, get to safety.

You don't know her very well.

Lidia!

- Let me go! - Lidia!

Talk to me, Garrone.

You can kill me right now if you want, but trust me, you can still save yourself.

You killed for money, right?

What are you going to do with it when you're dead?

Or do you think your bosses will protect you?

I think you need us more than we need you.

Let me in, and we'll talk.

Can we do without the gun?

No? Okay.

If you tell me who paid you to kill Nitti...

the prosecutor will see it as a sign of remorse.

He will ask for a reduced sentence in court.

And from that moment on,

he'll protect you from anyone who wants to kill you.

You're a troublesome witness. You know that.

I don't need protection.

I think you do.

Otherwise, you wouldn't have let me in.

Right?

It's not just one person.

There are several. I don't know them all.

One of them, though, is Antonio Juvara, right?

And...

what was he trying to cover up that was so incriminating?

I can't help you if you don't talk to me.

What is Operation March 15th?

Does that date mean anything to you?

The Ides of March? I don't know.

What is it, a school exam?

No, miss.

A coup d'état.

A coup d'état?

Exactly.

Welcome to Turin, Prime Minister.

It's always a pleasure, Senator.

Depretis was invited to a dinner tonight. At Senator Cravero's house.

They're gonna blow it up.

What's this? Who ordered it?

A gift for the senator from the Bank of Turin.

Great. Exchanging gifts already.

They'll blame the anarchists.

Put it over there. We'll drink it tonight.

And they'll seize power.

We'll get there in time, Lidia. Don't worry.

Filippo. Thank you.

The prime minister's not with you?

I sent him to Enrico Poët's house.

I wanted them to meet.

But they'd have met at dinner.

Speaking of dinner,

everything's fine, right?

Yes.

Prosecutor.

You've brought an army?

- Unfortunately, I'm not here as a guest. - What's going on?

We've reason to believe an explosive device has been hidden here.

- What? - An explosive device in our house?

I must ask you to leave immediately. We have to evacuate the house.

We'll exercise the utmost discretion.

Please.

It must be a false alarm.

Get moving.

Care to try the chocolate? It's thick, the way you like it.

It pains me to see you so worried about your sister, Counsellor.

Or do you prefer "Your Honour"?

Don't overdo it, Albertina. Counsellor is perfectly fine.

He's here!

- He's here! - He's here!

Right.

Places, everyone.

Albertina, the door.

- Marianna, go wait in the dining room. - Yes.

Go! Poise!

Yes!

Teresa by my side.

Always.

Everything will be fine.

Prime Minister. This is a great honour.

The honour is mine, Counsellor.

This is my wife, Teresa.

Prime Minister.

Please, follow me.

- This is my daughter, Marianna. - Pleased to meet you, Prime Minister.

Good evening.

Please, take a seat.

Something smells good. What is it?

I took the liberty of having a chocolat chaud prepared.

You want me to die of indigestion?

The gala dinner's in half an hour.

Right. Something lighter, then.

- Let's have some tea. - Right away.

Excuse me, I just need a moment with the senator.

Apologies, miss, but the prosecutor's given strict orders.

Jacopo, say something too, please.

Lidia, what can I tell you? I'm reading.

I've never gone over accounting notes for a coup d'état before.

- Me neither. - Okay, then.

They'd been planning it for three years. They spent a fortune on hotel rooms,

luxury restaurants, a carriage.

Two Arabian horses! Who knows what they did with them.

All kinds of things!

There's a Schwarzenberg and some very fine wines.

- The costs are exorbitant. - What?

Incredible wines!

No, before that.

A Schwarzenberg, a very expensive, rare pendulum clock.

- There must be ten in all of Italy. - No, only eight.

Eight, ten, whatever. How would you know?

A clock from the old Schwarzenberg factory.

Lidia?

Senator Cravero gave it to me as a gesture of goodwill.

Your commitment to fighting discrimination against women is truly inspiring.

My husband speaks his mind.

Lovers of progress and freedom would vote for you.

So we asked ourselves, "Who is the closest person to Lidia Poët?"

- It's finally over. - Over, Counsellor? It's only just begun.

7 JULY 1 PM - SENATOR CRAVERO

Attila Brusaferro and your husband met two days before the murder.

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

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

That piece of shit gave Enrico a Schwarzenberg.

He's working with Juvara.

Jacopo, we have to run. You have to run. Fucking run!

Okay, we're going!

I was hoping to see your sister.

Our last discussion was truly captivating.

My sister didn't know you'd be coming.

She's taking a brief holiday.

She loves to take long walks, you know?

The Valle Germanasca, the Val Chisone.

Did you know that the surname Poët is one of the oldest in Piedmont?

Although it really should be pronounced "Poèt." But...

- Enrico! - Albertina!

- There she is. - Albertina!

- There. My sister. - Didn't you say she was in Val Chisone?

- No. - Her usual sense of timing.

- Evidently, she's... - Enrico, thank God.

- Everyone has to leave! - Lidia!

- Greet the... - You're in danger!

Greet the honourable prime minister.

Prime Minister, there's no time. Someone wants to kill you.

That clock could explode at any moment.

What, Lidia? The Schwarzenberg is a gift from Senator Cravero.

- Exactly! - Senator Cravero is part of a conspiracy!

Help me.

I apologise for this embarrassing behaviour.

My sister's been under a lot of emotional strain lately...

- Come on. - What are you doing? Leave that alone!

Move, Enrico! Let go! Get away!

- Don't be a fucking pain in the ass! - I'm sorry, Prime Minister.

- Enrico! Trust us! - Leave my clock alone!

- Enrico! - Let it go!

- You let go! - Trust us!

- Come on! One, two, three! - Let go! I'm so sorry!

At least we've established that there was no bomb,

and that Senator Cravero was unjustly slandered...

- Poët! - Everyone all right?

Have you lost your mind?

- You, Dad? - I'm okay.

Mum?

Ma'am.

You were saying?

Are you okay?

- Yes, you? - Fine.

It seems I owe you my life, miss.

We all do.

Please understand that it would shock the public to learn

there'd been an attempt on my life.

Promise me you'll keep this matter confidential.

Of course.

And

what will happen to Senator Cravero?

We'll find a way to punish him without creating a scandal.

Counsellor, if it's not too much trouble,

I'd like that chocolat chaud you promised me.

Of course.

Chocolat chaud.

Pour tout le monde.

Yes.

"You'll read in the papers, on pages four or five,

that Senator Cravero was caught up in a small corruption scandal,

along with Mr. Juvara and other colleagues across political parties."

"You'll also read that Cravero resigned voluntarily."

"And immediately after reading this,

you'll forget it."

"Only in our newspaper,

on the front page, will you read the unadulterated truth."

"Cravero, at the behest of the Bank of Turin,

conspired against Prime Minister Agostino Depretis."

"The conspiracy was thwarted

thanks to the stubbornness of our friend Attila Brusaferro,

the honesty of prosecutor Pierluigi Fourneau,

and above all, the intelligence of lawyer Lidia Poët,

who we hope

will soon become an example to follow,

rather than an anomaly to be fought against."

Mr. Barberis, I'm very sorry.

I've received orders to seize all printing materials.

I'm sorry.

Yes.

I should've killed him myself.

Before he was arrested.

Don't even say that as a joke, Anna.

Try to focus on the future.

You think I have a future?

I think so.

In fact,

all truth be told,

it'd be an honour to have you as my advisor at Montecitorio.

Why are you laughing?

You're asking me, of all people?

After I almost blew you up?

What are you talking about? You're not to blame.

On the contrary, you were the first to believe in me,

to help me discover I had certain talents.

I can't forget that.

Without your guidance, I'd feel lost.

We've been given a great opportunity

to change an unjust law and move this country forward.

Failure to do so would be an even more heinous crime

than the one we thwarted.

You didn't even get emotional this time.

So is that a yes?

Let's say that for now, it's...

it's a thank-you.

And...

and I promise to think about it.

Very carefully.

So you've decided.

You're going to Rome with Enrico?

I considered it.

But we have a law firm to run here, so...

Of course.

That's the only reason?

You want me to say I'm staying for you?

- For me? - Yeah.

Well,

I'd like that. Yes.

I'd really miss your schnauzer moustache.

Lidia, thank you.

For what?

Thank you.

Where are you going?

If I may ask, Prosecutor,

what made you change your mind?

The oldest answer in the world, Doctor.

A woman.

And does this woman know about the operation?

It's an important friendship,

but I don't want it to weigh her down as well.

Excuse me, sorry.

Jacopo!

Lidia.

The conductor said I have five minutes before departure.

- What happened? - Nothing. I have to talk to you.

What is it?

I know there's a new newspaper and a new life waiting for you,

and I'm happy for you.

And I'm touched seeing how far you've come since we met.

And...

and...

I'm happy for you, too, but I don't understand...

No, that's not the point.

Maybe I gave you the impression that I don't care about your leaving.

But it's not true. In fact, it's...

Lidia,

what is it?

I miss you, Jacopo.

When we're not together, I miss you.

But when we're together,

I don't know why,

I feel inadequate, and it upsets me, so I push you away,

and then I miss you again, and I enter a vicious, never-ending cycle.

Lidia, all right. I understand.

But goodbyes make me depressed.

So, as painful as it is,

please,

get off.

Get off.

It really fucking hurts though.

I know, Lidia. Me too.

- Bye. - Bye.

- Bye, take care! Bye! - Bye, you too! Bye!

Come back soon!

Have a good trip!