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The biggest mistake of his life.

Have you told him yet?

Did Andrea invite you,

or have you come to satisfy your unhealthy obsession with weddings?

The latter.

- I bet I can guess what you're thinking. - Try me.

You're wondering what it would've been like

to walk down this aisle with me waiting for you at the end.

I'm thinking my feet hurt because I chose the wrong shoes.

Quiet! The bride's here!

- Where is she? - Here!

Here she is! The bride!

When I first met Andrea,

I thought him a free spirit

due to

his love of freedom

and a lifestyle that was somewhat outside the norm.

I never would've bet you'd get married someday.

Not that I know much about love. Those who know me can vouch for that.

No one knows me.

Anyway...

I can only imagine how special Letizia must be to make you change your mind.

And I'm very happy for you both.

To the bride and groom.

Well done!

Congratulations!

Long live the bride and groom!

Congratulations!

You heard it too? What was that?

- What happened? - You hear that?

- What happened? - Let's check.

What's going on?

THE LAW ACCORDING TO LIDIA POËT

Enough. I've already told you.

I got changed earlier.

Can you tell us why?

My dress was uncomfortable.

Have they figured out what happened?

They don't even know who died.

No one knew who he was.

I only spoke to him briefly.

He said he was a family friend.

But your father had never seen him before?

Don't worry, Fourneau is an excellent prosecutor.

He'll sort everything out.

They've taken our travel documents.

No one can leave until the investigation's over.

I have to go back to my husband and my son, Romeo.

Can you do something? Can you talk to the prosecutor?

Yes. Of course.

Allegra.

What's going on?

I'm sorry, Mr. Caracciolo, but your wife's been arrested for murder.

You're joking. You're out of your minds.

Give Romeo a kiss. Tell him I'll be back soon.

Letizia, what's going on?

Andrea, help me, please.

Look at me. Don't be afraid. I'll take care of it.

- Lidia. - Wait.

Prosecutor, wait.

I don't want to take...

I don't want to take advantage of our acquaintance,

but I'm very close to the groom,

and I want to know the reason for this arrest.

I'm not supposed to tell you,

but the wedding dress was hidden in a secret compartment

of a bedroom wardrobe.

It was covered in blood.

Let's put it this way.

If your brother takes the case, we'll have plenty of time to discuss it.

- I'm sorry. - Thank you.

You should feel honoured, Counsellor. I'm sure none of your colleagues have one.

Now you can talk to my husband whenever you'd like.

Thank you. How is the senator?

He's quite busy these days.

But I assure you he won't miss your electoral debut

at the Chamber of Commerce.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- Do you need help writing your speech? - No, thanks.

I just need to make minor adjustments.

Call me if you need help.

- I'll see you out. - No need.

Thank you.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Good morning, operator speaking.

Good morning to you, miss!

Is this your first phone call from this number, Mr. Poët?

Yes. Sorry, but do you listen in on all my conversations?

That would be against the law, sir. Who do you want to talk to?

With my wife, but

she's in the next room, so

I don't think I need to...

Thank you anyway.

"Dear friends."

I saw Anna leaving. What's that?

- Nothing. - What is it?

- Your speech? - Leave it!

"Dear friends." Powerful.

Provocative. But a bit on the short side, if you don't mind my saying.

Could you write it for me, please?

Of course.

But you have to help me with something first.

I don't know.

I'd never seen that man before, I swear.

That's not important right now, Mrs. Caracciolo.

The Carabinieri are trying to figure out who he is,

but we've got bigger problems.

You don't believe me, do you?

What I believe doesn't matter.

If you're not willing to believe me, my family can hire another lawyer.

Andrea asked us to help you.

We're happy to do so, but

we need to understand why the victim's blood

was on your wedding dress.

I don't know.

During the party, the dress started becoming itchy,

so I went to my room to change.

Did anyone help you?

A maid or your sister?

I can dress myself, Counsellor.

When I left the dress on the bed, it was clean.

Then I went back and found Andrea, who was looking for me,

and we went to the garden together.

Maybe the killer got blood on it and hid it to frame you.

Enrico's right. That must be it.

It's a difficult argument to bring to court, Andrea.

It's very unusual for someone to show up at a stranger's wedding and end up killed.

What are you saying? Be straightforward with me.

I'm just expressing my doubts to you.

Why don't you believe Letizia?

I'm trying to be objective. What reason do I have to not believe her?

She said she didn't know him.

Fine. What about her father? You know almost nothing about him.

Yeah, it was him.

He killed the guy, then stained his daughter's dress to frame her.

It's ridiculous!

Come on.

Sorry.

I just want to bring Letizia home.

That's all.

What are you thinking?

You're not the man I used to know.

But that's normal.

It's been a long time.

No, it's not time.

It's people.

I changed after I met you, and I changed after I met Letizia.

I don't think I'm the right person to defend her.

- You are. - No.

Yes, because you're the best, and because you're the only one I trust.

But you and I are too close, and you are too in love with her,

and if she's sentenced, you'll hate me, and I won't forgive myself.

If you don't help me, I'll never forgive you.

Mr. Juvara? Jacopo Barberis. The Whip. Can I have a minute of your time?

The Whip? If you write about horse racing, I know next to nothing.

No, I'm actually writing a piece

about the murder of journalist Attila Brusaferro.

The culprit is dead, I hear.

But not the person behind it.

Since when do journalists have assistants?

I'm Cesare Brusaferro.

Attila's brother.

My condolences.

Sir, various sources have speculated on whether you were involved.

Now's your chance to reply.

I can't reply if I don't know the allegations.

Brusaferro died while looking into your time

as head of the Bank of Turin.

- It's strange to me... - Listen, Barberis.

I know very well who you are.

So you know we don't cover horse racing.

Journalists who can't distinguish facts from lies often meet a bad end.

That's your response? A threat?

No. You've misunderstood.

I'm only thinking about your career.

Let's go.

We haven't had a chance to talk privately since...

I'm very sorry for putting you in an uncomfortable position.

That's all.

It was just a kiss.

Of course.

Though I didn't think it too unpleasant.

I've embarrassed you.

You have that ability.

And I'm not very good at controlling certain emotions.

I imagine always being on opposite sides would make one feel a bit uneasy.

So your brother's defending Mrs. Caracciolo?

- Yes. - Good.

That's why I'm here.

Since you, like me, care deeply about truth and justice,

I wanted to ask you, if possible,

to share with me everything that might help us solve this case.

And I'd promise to do the same for you, with complete transparency.

As I mentioned, this case is important to me.

Deal.

We found a blood-stained letter opener with Mrs. Caracciolo's fingerprints on it.

Not unusual. It was her letter opener. She may have touched it before that day.

Obviously.

Did you find out anything about the victim?

Nothing definite on the victim's identity yet.

From his dental impression, we determined that he was 35 years old

and had two bad molars.

Under the soles of his shoes, though, we found an unusual type of soil.

Red, granular.

Here. I took a sample.

Four pairs of finely hand-embroidered Egyptian cotton sheets.

All of the above makes up the dowry of the virgin in capillis here present,

Poët Marianna.

Excuse me, is it pronounced "Pòet" or "Poèt"?

Whichever you prefer, as long as you spell it right.

Ownership is transferred from her father, Counsellor Enrico,

to newly-wed Marchisio Savoldi Sidoli Paolo,

Duke of Belgioso. Correct?

- Correct. - Good.

In exchange, Mr. Marchisio Savoldi Sidoli Alfonso,

Duke of Belgioso,

guarantees to the bride, Poët Marianna, a place of residence

at the apartment located in Naples at 20 Palepoli Street.

- Naples? - Yes, Naples.

- I think there's a mistake. - It's a wonderful apartment.

But it's in Naples.

You don't like southerners, Counsellor?

My husband is trying to say that we never agreed

on where our daughter should live.

It's the explicit will of the bride and groom, Mrs. Poët.

It's true, Mum.

Paolo plans to do his apprenticeship in Naples

with the Tarantini law firm.

And this is what you want?

A wife only wishes to be close to her husband.

This...

Your commitment to marriage

only does you honour, Marianna.

- Counsellor? - Yes?

Excuse me.

There's a phone call for you.

They say it's very important.

You have a telephone, Counsellor?

Oh, yes.

It's a wonderful invention.

One that'll make us all less courteous.

Please excuse me.

Attorney Enrico Poët speaking.

Oh, Mr. Juvara.

What a pleasure.

How can I help?

It wasn't at all...

First you take my house. Now you want me dead!

This is a workplace, you know.

This is where you scheme behind my back, if anything.

The first rule for any good politician, my dear Enrico,

is to always stay on good terms with the press.

Why is Mr. Juvara threatening to take me to court?

Mr. Juvara accused me of using this rag you write for,

one we use at home to clean our windows, to smear him in the election campaign!

Firstly, thank you for your kind words.

I haven't actually written anything yet, but it's interesting...

I don't give a damn what you find interesting!

Just keep me out of it!

Have I made myself clear?

Very clear. The article won't mention you.

No. There will be no article. You won't be publishing anything!

Enrico's right.

Thank you.

- You'll only help Juvara if you do. - Why are you here?

- Shouldn't you avoid him? - Don't mind me.

I just need that wooden frame thing. The one encased in mesh, with a handle.

- What? - The one with the... That thing.

The racket?

That's called a racket.

Enrico, look.

It has the same dirt on it

that the prosecutor found under the victim's shoes.

- What dirt are you talking about? - Red clay.

It's used to coat the surface of tennis courts.

What?

Players shake their rackets

trying to get the ball to the other side of the court.

Want to know how they keep score?

No. It's very boring.

No. You're very boring.

Anyway, I thought you agreed with me about Juvara.

- I didn't think... - This again?

Yes, but I also want Enrico to win the election.

I don't think it's a good idea to make Juvara a martyr in the press.

All right. Where are you going?

- Excuse me? - No.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Do you happen to know this man?

It looks like Alfredo, the caretaker who lives in that shed.

Trespassing on private property.

You want to ask your prosecutor for permission?

Lidia, this is a problem.

EMILIO ZONTA

Does the name Emilio Zonta ring a bell?

No.

He's a loan shark.

A criminal of the worst kind.

Those who don't pay their debts to him

get their hands nailed like Our Lord on the cross.

The man who was killed at your wedding was probably one of his henchmen.

Maybe he'd come to threaten someone.

Are you

sure that Letizia's father never asked for a loan?

Lidia, there were more than 50 guests at my wedding.

- Why do you keep suspecting him? - Please, stop it.

Stop what?

In case you're wondering, no, I'm not jealous of Letizia,

and I don't want you to regret marrying her.

But you're not objective enough to see what I'm seeing.

- So objective. - Definitely more than you.

- Sure. - Yes, Andrea.

How about this,

we'll tell the prosecutor what we've found

and hope he finds someone else who had a motive.

It's up to you.

Tell the prosecutor.

I have to be with Letizia's family.

Sir, excuse me.

If you've finished, there's

a man asking for you.

Good morning.

Sit, Counsellor.

Sit down.

From my collaborator's shed,

Alfredo Giordano,

you took something that belongs to me.

To be precise, 35,000 lire in cash

and promissory notes worth 24,200 lire.

Understand, Lidia? The promissory notes we talked about...

Do you like playing tennis, miss?

You're Mr. Zonta, I presume.

Nice to meet you.

You didn't bring your famous hammer, I see.

Give it all back to me,

and I won't have to ruin this beautiful desk.

I'll be right back.

Unfortunately, what you're asking is impossible at the moment

because the money and notes are with an intermediary.

We, however...

We were forced to hand them over

as evidence that might clear one of our clients, you see?

On the other hand, our client's father is a very wealthy man.

Yes. Mr. Guglielmo Palma owns numerous...

Properties.

...properties that are valuable.

If you could tell us why your collaborator came to our client's wedding,

I'm sure they'll compensate you for any loss incurred.

I want every last cent back, Counsellor.

Plus 20%.

Yes.

You give me your word?

Absolutely.

Bring the money here.

I'll give you one week.

We'll see to it.

So...?

Alfredo Giordano collected debts on my behalf.

But I didn't send him to that wedding.

So why did he go?

He was looking for his son.

I don't know, Lidia. I know Allegra.

I doubt she would cheat on her husband.

- Why? Do you want to talk to her? - No. It'd be pointless.

But... we have to ask Letizia if she knows anything. All right?

You're crazy. It's absurd.

She's your sister.

We know you love her, but if she was seeing that man, tell us.

She wasn't seeing anyone.

If you keep protecting her, how can we defend you?

Me, protecting her?

You've got it all wrong.

Allegra never had a relationship with Alfredo Giordano?

But you did.

Lidia, what are you saying?

Romeo is your son.

Lidia, stop it.

And that's why you moved to New York with Allegra.

So that nobody would know.

Letizia.

Say something.

Please.

I met him three years ago.

Alfredo Giordano.

You could tell he wasn't a good guy,

but I was young. I was stupid.

And I fell in love with him.

Because at first, it was just a game.

Nobody knew we were seeing each other.

Then...

then he started

to become violent.

Possessive.

I tried to leave him many times, but he just wouldn't...

Once, he grabbed me, pulled me into an alley, threw me down,

tore off my clothes...

Okay.

Stay calm.

I'm sorry.

It's my fault.

- It's my fault. - No. It's not.

You were in love.

You couldn't have known.

It's not your fault.

Andrea, I didn't want to lie to you.

I thought it was over.

When I saw him at the wedding, I knew it wasn't.

He came over to me.

He said I belonged to him.

And if I didn't go back with him, he'd take Romeo.

I told him to leave, but he shoved me into the furniture.

He grabbed me by the neck. I couldn't breathe.

I turned around, saw the letter opener on the desk,

and stabbed him.

And I killed him.

Andrea.

Guard.

I didn't know what to do.

I can't think of anything that would help.

I can't say Letizia knew the victim,

that she was attacked, that she killed him in self-defence.

There were no witnesses, so no one would believe her.

They'd just see her as the bitch who took a son away from his real father.

Lidia, you've never accepted the fact that, sometimes,

things just happen.

And you can't change them.

And above all, it's not your responsibility to do so.

Sure.

I, who tilt at windmills...

Exactly. And without any armour.

Anyway, I will no longer be publishing my magnificent editorial on Juvara.

Enrico convinced you in the end?

That's not to take anything away from his verbal eloquence, of course.

I did it to prevent Juvara from looking like a martyr.

Wait, that sounds familiar.

- Where did I first hear it? - No, Lidia.

You know the price I had to pay.

Stop it.

Thank you.

May I?

I don't have any drinking glasses. Here.

All right.

Why didn't she tell me? Why?

I'd have helped her. I'd have done something...

Because it's not easy to talk about, Andrea.

You know, when I left for America, and I asked you to come with me...

It was a long time ago.

That's not the point.

You decided to stay. Why?

Because I didn't want to be a lawyer in America.

I want to change things here.

Please, spare me the bullshit. Be honest with me.

You decided to stay for Jacopo.

Lidia,

you know very well what it means to love.

I don't think so.

Yes, you do.

That's why I'm going to the prosecutor tomorrow

to tell him I did it.

I found out everything and killed him to avenge Letizia.

- This is the shit you've come up with? - It's not shit.

- That's not how it works. - It's perfect.

The prosecutor will realise you're just trying to play the hero.

It's what I'm going to do unless you give me a better idea.

Here I am. Give me a better idea.

I'll listen. I'll do anything. Anything.

You don't love her, Andrea.

You only used her.

That's why you don't care that she ended up in prison.

Lidia, are you crazy?

Andrea told the prosecutor that he exchanged a few words

with the victim during the reception.

None of us know what they said to each other,

and this is certainly to our advantage.

When the Carabinieri realise

that the victim is one of Emilio Zonta's henchmen,

if they find an old promissory note among these papers

from years ago signed by Andrea for a large sum...

Wait a minute, Lidia. What you're proposing is illegal.

You wait. It's not what you think.

If this is how it begins, I'd rather not know.

If the prosecutor found this promissory note in your name,

he could easily figure out what happened.

That is, that you got a loan from Zonta,

then you fled to America, where you met Letizia.

She was young, rich, naïve.

You decided to marry her,

thinking it would solve all your problems.

Then, on your wedding day,

Zonta sent one of his men to settle the unfinished business.

Counsellor,

do you think it's a good idea?

No. Who's going to believe such a confession?

The prosecutor's office is investigating. We just need to give them a little nudge.

So, if we're all in agreement,

Andrea will leave today.

And he can never return home.

But he'll be free,

and once she gets out of prison,

Letizia will be able to join him.

First,

I'll need to put the money and bills we have at home

back in Giordano's shed.

Then I'll go to the prosecutor.

I found out where that red soil came from.

Fourneau and his Carabinieri will search Giordano's shed.

They'll find the promissory notes,

including Andrea's.

At that point, Fourneau will sign an arrest warrant for Andrea,

who will have already crossed the Swiss border.

Everything's fine, Letizia.

You're the only real victim here.

I thought Andrea hated me and didn't want to ever talk again.

No, he's waiting for you.

If you want him to.

I can't.

Andrea would forever be branded a murderer.

Please, madam, listen to me.

In an ideal world,

we would be able to go to court and tell the whole truth.

Because what you did was self-defence.

But unfortunately, we don't live in that world.

The judges will question your morals.

They'll think you seduced that man and took his child.

And, as a result, you'd face the most severe punishment.

The choice is yours.

If you loved someone,

would you let them do something like this?

I don't know.

I don't think I've ever been

loved in that way.

We've finished.

Coming. I'll open the door.

Guard.

I want to talk to the royal prosecutor. Right away.

The investigations carried out by the Public Prosecutor's Office

paint a picture that seems to be unequivocal.

And Mr. Caracciolo's hasty escape is definitive confirmation of his guilt.

As far as your client is concerned, Mr. Poët,

I would be inclined to release her immediately.

Mr. Prosecutor, shall we proceed?

Are you all right?

Yes.

Yes, Your Honour. It's just that today,

I find myself in a very difficult situation.

You know, late last night,

Mrs. Caracciolo asked to see me.

When I got to the prison, I found myself before a woman

desperately in love.

But with a man undeserving of love.

A crook, a murderer.

Ready to pass his guilt onto her.

So it's very hard for me to admit that,

because of my carelessness,

Mr. Andrea Caracciolo is still free,

while his wife had to endure the shame of prison. So,

I ask Counsellor Poët to accept my apologies.

No. Don't mention it.

If you'll pardon me.

May I?

Come in.

Prosecutor, excuse me, I just wanted to

ask you what it was Letizia told you.

The truth, ma'am.

But you know that already, don't you?

I'm so sorry, Prosecutor. I'm mortified.

Fortunately...

there were no witnesses.

So her confession,

or rather, her statement...

was not written down.

And for the better.

You and I know.

Thank you.

You're blushing.

- I'm not blushing. - Yes, you are.

- No. - Why are you blushing?

I just briefly thought about asking you to dinner tomorrow.

How unseemly. I understand the humiliation.

Forget it. Forget everything.

Too late.

I very willingly accept.

Anything else?

Actually, yes.

Any chance you'd be interested in arresting Emilio Zonta, the loan shark?

I don't dare ask how you got this.

That's for the best.

Believe me.

Make sure you don't sound too technical.

But also not flowery or ambiguous.

Speak assertively, not arrogantly.

Control your voice, and most importantly, don't get emotional.

It's like a closing argument, Counsellor.

You'll be great.

Thank you.

"Dear friends,

and fellow new adventurers,

until a few months ago,

I never would have thought

of presenting myself to the elec..."

"I have always believed..."

"I have always believed that..."

Sorry. What I was trying to say...

is that I have always limited myself,

throughout my career,

to defending the rights of clients

within the framework of existing legislation.

It never occurred to me until this moment

that formal adherence to the law...

is a matter of perspective.

Inherent moral values

are rooted in the fundamental principles of justice.

When the law contradicts these principles,

it is the moral duty of each one of us to do all we can to reform it.

And so, in the face of certain policies

that divide people into two groups,

in opposition to one another, men against women,

the right thing to do is to repeal them.

And rewrite them.

This is

the goal I commit myself to

should you elect me to Parliament.

And I know that many of you are smiling

because you know these ideas belong to my sister.

Maybe you just see me as her mouthpiece.

But to that, I have an answer.

Because I...

I would be proud...

to act as a spokesman...

for this woman.

Forgive me, I'm a bit overwhelmed.

Her name's Marta Ricci.

She was Nitti's housekeeper for years.

After she stopped working for him, she opened this shop.

But Nitti pays her rent every month.

And you think she knows where he's hiding.

She must know something.

What are you doing?

Wait here.

Can I help you?

And then what?

And then, with my renowned savoir faire,

I approached, smiled at her, and asked her to... fix my jacket.

Disappointing, I know,

but seduction takes time.

You, too, made me suffer for months.

Hello?

From Locarno, for Lidia Poët.

Put him on. She's here waiting.

Hello?

Hi.

Hi.

Letizia's arrived. She's fine.

Good.

How are you?

Let's just say that my bourgeois phase was short-lived.

Well, trust me, ties look terrible on you. Terrible.

- I swear, no more ties. Never again. - All right.

You know, I found a way to cross the border into Austria.

We leave tomorrow.

From there, well...

Have I ever told you how much I like Constantinople?

You know we'll never meet again, right?

You could always come visit.

Lidia, I want to pay you back.

No, don't send me another one of those vases. I'll sell it.

Lidia.

I love you, Andrea.

Goodbye.

Hello?

If you'd been in Andrea's position,

you, Lidia Poët,

would you have done the same thing?

I definitely would have.

Can we just be quiet?

Yes. Of course.

No, I wouldn't have done it.

But sometimes, I'd like

to have had the courage he had...

to give up everything for the person I love.

If I loved someone, obviously.

Obviously.

Lidia, I promise I'm not going to propose to you.

That's not why.

That is why.

That's why, I know. We've talked about it before.

I'm seeing someone else.

Prosecutor Fourneau.

I'm sorry.

Thank you for telling me.

You two seem good together.

In fact...

To you two.

Thank you very much.