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[crowd clamoring]

BASED ON MAURIZIO DE GIOVANNI'S NOVELS

Come on! Come on!

[tense music playing]

[tense music peaks, cuts out]

[high-pitched ringing]

-[ringing fades] -[groans]

[cheering]

[suspenseful, rhythmic music playing]

Where you think you're going, Kamil?

Where the fuck you going?

Where's my money?

-It's time to pay up, asshole. -[Kamil] I messed up.

The money's gone.

I'll get it, I swear.

Please.

[grunts]

-We warned you! -[groans]

[car approaches]

Hey, what are you doing?

Whoa.

Calm it down, John Wayne.

That ain't no way to get our money back, fucker.

Ease off of the bastard.

We need him.

He'll cooperate.

Yeah, you're gonna cooperate, aren't ya, buddy?

-[Kamil] Yes, sir. -That's a smart move. Bravo.

[cell phone vibrating]

-Hello? -[man] Dad, call him.

Tell him it's handled.

-Are you sure, Aldo? -This Nigerian dude will take the fall.

Just give a little money to his wife and kid.

All right.

You're a miracle worker.

-Thanks, bye. -You're a good boy.

Bye.

SARA WOMAN IN THE SHADOWS

ANTONIO CARDARELLI EMERGENCY ROOM

Gonna steal my hubcaps, or you just admiring my car?

[sighs]

I know your whole "thing" is being mysterious and all,

but you don't have to keep appearing out of nowhere.

I get it.

Get what?

Well, you can usually find some information on retirees doing favors.

But on you, there's nothing. Like you don't exist.

Bravo.

Then you've probably also figured out why it's better if I don't.

Sure.

So when the coroner wonders who you are,

should I just tell him you're a fucking ghost or something?

[scoffs] You can't tell him anything if we don't go in.

[sighs]

Why me?

Huh?

It's been four years since you've been on a real case.

Ever since your particular brand of blunt honesty

happened to ruffle the feathers of a higher-up.

So they demoted you and stuck you in the office they reserve for losers,

where, except for the occasional outlier,

like when my son was run over, the boredom is killing you.

And you worry that your identity as a detective

is inevitably going to slip away.

All right.

If we were to work with each other. Hmm?

Pull strings and get me back on the field unit.

No.

You don't work with me.

You're working for me.

[intense music playing]

MORGUE

[music fades]

What's odd is not only are the causes of death different.

The timing's also very weird.

Gaspare Russo was shot three times in the chest with a gun.

One, two, three.

When the victims were found,

he'd been dead for about maybe… three hours.

But not the other.

He'd been dead for a while already.

Yeah, he was way less lucky.

How so?

Come with me.

Turns out Sergio Minucci had a rare disorder

that made his spleen extremely fragile.

A single blow, not even a very hard one, caused it to rupture

and slowly hemorrhage, which later ended up killing him.

[Pardo] Hmm.

How slow are we talkin'?

From the bruises and lesions,

I'd say the beating occurred at least 36 to 48 hours earlier.

So the guy was beaten and tied up. You can tell by his ankles and his wrists.

See these marks?

He must have gotten them the same place he was killed.

Right.

-Gracias. -No problem.

[Sara] They beat him, yeah, but spared his face.

Which means he wasn't supposed to die.

[Pardo] So, what you thinking? Intimidation?

[Sara] Information, more than anything.

Okay, should I wait till the next time you emerge from the shadows to elaborate?

His house was ransacked.

Someone wanted to know something, but he didn't tell them.

I don't know why I want to humiliate myself by bothering to ask

when I know you'll likely never tell me,

but if you and your friends are handling this,

then I assume you're somehow connected to Sergio.

You think that might be their motive?

Maybe whoever kidnapped Sergio really wanted information about you guys?

[Sara] Mm.

Let's start with Gaspare Russo.

Who was he, and what's his connection with Sergio?

Why did they leave them next to each other?

[Pardo] Okay.

Tell me what to do. You're my boss, right?

How should I know?

Thought you were the cop.

[Pardo scoffs]

[cheeky music playing]

POLICE

[Musella] So apparently, Russo supervised illegal immigrants working on farms.

But he was just a small fish.

-Huh. -Rank and file.

-[playfully] Boris! Oh, Good boy! -Musella!

-Huh? -Hello!

Right. Okay.

The weird thing here is forensics says on the drive home,

Russo left a voice message telling his wife he was on his way.

But then he died, and the car disappeared.

-Hmm. -It's all in here for you.

Including the papers from the car.

So how are you, Pardo?

What do you mean?

I mean, you suddenly took a leave without saying anything to me.

And you've got Boris too.

I took some leave to be with my dog,

-Is that cool? -Of course.

-It's none of your business. -Absolutely not.

Go inside.

-Thanks. -You're welcome. [sighs]

[tense music playing]

Boris!

No! Boris! Wait!

[music ends]

[Viola] Thanks for the ride. I had to finish up some work

and I never would've made it in on time relying on the bus.

I never asked what you do for work.

You know, I do check-ins for vacation rentals,

take pictures at weddings, also doing the books for loser actors.

That kind of shit.

In theory, I'm a photographer.

In theory.

[Sara] Is it much farther?

[Viola] No.

Oh, is that it?

Yeah. I know the place sucks, but he's a good doctor.

-[distant clamoring] -[car alarm chirps on]

[panting]

Morning, Nino.

-[Nino sighs] -Nino!

I didn't do nothing! I didn't do nothin'!

Where you goin'?

Hey!

Stop running! Whoa!

God damn it!

You gonna arrest me again?

No, now keep it down.

-For once. -What do you want?

I need some information.

-Information? -Yeah.

Have you seen this car?

You gonna help or not?

[Viola] Park over there.

-[Sara] Here? -Yeah.

[somber music playing]

BONELLI FOR A NEW CAMPANIA ELECTION 2024

[car door closes]

[groans]

PHYSICIAN'S OFFICE

Did you get more beautiful, or is it just me?

-[Viola] Hi. -Hi, sweetheart. [chuckles]

-I'm Fusco. It's a pleasure. -Hi, Sara Morozzi.

Shall we head in?

[Viola sighs]

Who is that woman?

She's an acquaintance who gave me a ride over.

Ah, got it. All right.

Come on in.

Have a seat on the chair.

Excuse us.

OBGYN SPECIALIST DR. FUSCO

PROPERTY - CAMPANIA'S CHALLENGE LEGALITY, NUCLEAR ENERGY, BUSINESS

Hello. How're you? Uh…

I was calling to see if candidate Tarallo has plans to hold a press conference

on the death of his employee Sergio Minucci.

[intense music playing]

GARAGE

EXIT PARKING LOT

-[Pardo] The mechanic sent me. -Ah, you're the dude?

Where's the vehicle?

It's somewhere in here. Want me to take you?

Mm.

How bad you want it?

Later, dude.

[Pardo sighs] There he is. Gaspare Russo.

[sighs]

Hey, Musella.

I'm by Gaspare Russo's vehicle. I'll send you my position, okay?

No. No.

Hear me out.

You take credit for finding the car, all right, Musella?

Then have forensics go through it and let me know what they find, okay?

If you don't mind me asking, where'd you find that doctor?

He was smoking right in front of you.

-We can find a different one-- -He watched Giorgio grow up.

Fusco is the father of Giorgio's best friend.

That's where he spent a lot of his youth.

When Giorgio and I started dating, they were the first people I met.

His dad, your ex, had been already dead for a while.

He said they were both wild and had lots of fun together.

They were a real family to Giorgio.

[somber music playing]

-Okay, we're here. -[Sara] What is this place?

It's my spot.

ULTRASOUND

[mournful music playing]

I used to bring Giorgio here.

It may not seem like much, but it was paradise to me and him.

Giorgio gave me a massage every night.

But that's not the only reason I miss him, obviously.

I even miss the annoying stuff. I miss everything about him.

How old were you when you got pregnant?

I'm surprised he didn't tell you.

I was your age.

Well, he never really mentioned you.

Then one day, we were talking about the baby, and…

About who he might end up looking like.

-And he just told me he hoped that he-- -He hoped it wouldn't look like me.

So, I asked him what happened, and he just told me that you left

and completely forgot all about him.

Do you think a woman could forget her child?

If my mother's right and you're some criminal, yeah.

What do you believe I am?

The first time you were waiting for me, that bench you sat on,

it was his favorite bench.

But there's no way you could've known that.

I guess I believe that…

that there's something bigger

and more powerful than all of us out there.

That's what I believe.

[Viola] I have to go.

My friend's getting me. They're going to swing by.

-No, I can take you if you want. -No, no.

But if you want…

we can meet later.

On Giorgio's bench. Tonight, maybe?

I never thought I'd say this, but… our meetings might be doing me some good.

Being home drives me stir-crazy.

[cell phone ringing]

-What, Musella? -I owe you a favor, Inspector.

The guys are all patting me on the back.

The guys from the field unit couldn't believe it.

Get to the point, Musella. I'm in the middle of something, okay?

-I'm busy. -Right.

So, Gaspare Russo's car is covered in the fingerprints of a Nigerian felon.

A guy named Kamil Usman. I sent a picture over to your phone.

He lives in the village of Castel Volturno.

-They're arresting him now. -Well, um, yeah, thank you.

Thanks for the update.

And hey, enjoy the praise.

-Thanks, Inspector. -Bye.

Just wait. I'll show you.

Ms. Fucking "I'm the Boss."

[cell phone vibrating]

-Pardo. -Morozzi.

My informant told me that they discovered some fingerprints

inside Gaspare Russo's car

belonging to some Nigerian guy named Kamil Usman.

[Sara] Oh, good.

That's all?

Do you want a pat on the back?

Obviously not. Don't be silly-

Where are you? The conference is about to start.

All right, hold your horses.

-I'll be right there, okay? -Good. See you soon.

"Good job, Pardo."

MORE SECURITY, MORE FREEDOM

I'M WITH TARALLO

[Tarallo] Good morning, everyone.

I have just spoken with the police chief

and we have arrested the man responsible for the death of both Gaspare Russo,

a supervisor on the tomato farm, and of our Sergio.

His name is…

Kamil Usman.

Turns out this man is an illegal immigrant.

The suspect didn't put up a fight and was apprehended without incident.

He then confessed his guilt.

Sergio likely happened to be there that day

as he often was, because he was… a researcher.

He was someone who took initiative.

I'm sorry.

[clears throat] And that's what I liked about him.

As we know, illegal farmwork is one of the many,

many diseases that plagues this country,

but especially in the Campania region.

It's likely that Gaspare Russo and Kamil Usman

could have discovered… Sergio.

And something that was probably meant to be a lesson or sheer intimidation

turned into murder.

We lost a friend.

I, um… [clears throat]

…lost a dear companion.

My employees were so afraid this tragedy might make me abandon my cause.

So, I want to take the opportunity at this press conference here today

to assure you all, I will never back down.

And I have no intention of giving up.

I owe it to Sergio.

And we'll continue to fight for our only goal.

"More freedom, more security."

That's all.

[tense music playing]

Can you provide an explanation for why your 30-year-old employee

was creeping around the tomato fields at night,

which we know are teeming with illegal immigrants

and are tied to organized crime?

It's honestly hard to believe that it was either coincidental

or that he did it without you signing off.

-Thanks. -[Tarallo] Look.

Sergio wasn't at the crime scene on my orders.

But if I ever find out or even start to sense

that I haven't been told the truth and there's more to this,

I assure you, you will all hear of it.

Because I'll do whatever I can to get justice for Sergio.

Who is that?

Edoardo Belliti.

An investigative journalist.

That's all I have for you, so that concludes this press conference.

Have a nice day, everyone. Excuse me.

[audience chattering]

[indistinct chatter]

So, how'd it go?

Tarallo's good at answering.

I'll tell you later.

[protestors chanting indistinctly]

Just let me handle 'em.

Calm down! Calm down! Calm down!

Ma'am, what is this doing here?

[clamoring]

[man] Ma'am.

[man 2] Go on! Go! Get out!

He didn't answer the most important question.

How did Sergio Minucci wind up there at all?

I mean, it'll all be clearer once we figure out the nature of his relationship

with fucking Gaspare Russo, right?

Yeah. But actually, the killer's confession claims he

and Gaspare Russo knew each other.

Huh.

Sergio was only there by chance or mistake.

Oh. I figured you should know that, according to my informant,

Russo's phone was found at Kamil Usman's house.

We should check it out, head over there.

Ah! Can your informant also let us have a look at it?

Actually, I was hoping you might be able to help with that.

I don't like surprise visits. Did you forget that?

Oh, I didn't forget.

But the situation is bigger than we thought.

[Teresa] What do you mean?

The circumstances are really strange.

And the killer's confession is even stranger.

There you go.

An early Christmas present for you.

I'm telling you, I'm not the right person to get to the bottom of this for you.

Why not?

You look like someone who's come alive for the first time in a long time.

I'm someone who'll go to jail if I don't do as you say.

You're in it now, Brunette.

Just so you know, your boyfriend died slowly.

After being beaten by someone presumably looking for information.

Also, I just wanna know what the hell a Nigerian man

working on a tomato farm would want with Sergio.

Get to the point, would you?

Tell me everything you know about Tarallo.

I've been watching him for months.

He's as clean as a whistle.

I won't tell you again, you better steer clear.

No one can find out we're creating files on candidates the old way.

If you don't want them to find out, go to forensics and get me Russo's phone.

I can't be asking for any inside favors. You know that.

If you want the truth, you need to help me!

Lower your damn voice.

I told you I can't do anything.

I wouldn't have called if I could do it myself.

You called me to protect your ass. That's all.

Because you were fucking a resource who turned out to be untrustworthy.

And if they find out, say goodbye to the unit and you.

Watch how you speak to me.

You just want to find the truth before someone you can't blackmail does.

But I found Sergio. The mission's finished. So fuck you!

[somber piano music playing]

[cell phone chimes]

This is finished when I say it is.

Now, you go find a fucking way to get your hands on Gaspare Russo's phone.

Then use this to copy everything on it.

Or we end this, like you want.

And then, Brunette, you'll wind up in jail.

But I'll send you photos of your grandchild.

[tense music peaks, fades]

You know, for a moment there, I thought you might not make it.

That would've pleased your mother, you know.

Me too, I guess.

Not sure.

It's weird, being with you and discussing Giorgio.

Having second thoughts?

No.

Well, there is one thing I'd like for you to explain to me.

This morning you talked about work.

Did you leave him for love or your career?

A little of both, to tell you the truth.

Where'd you learn to read situations so well?

Posture, reading lips?

I don't know. It comes naturally.

I think we should try something, then.

Stand over there and watch.

[gentle music playing]

[with Sara] "I hope this doesn't come across as unprofessional."

"And unless you feel the same, I'm not actually asking you."

[Massimiliano] Then this is just a voice in your head.

Would it be weird for me to ask if you would

go to dinner with me?

[Sara] I fell in love with my boss.

We were in a unit that specialized in field interception

as well as special kinds of stakeout missions.

There were Mafia attacks, violent political struggles, terrorism.

I was good at hearing other people's conversations,

even if I was nowhere near them.

Ah, that explains a few things.

How do you do it?

See those two there?

He's his paternal grandfather.

"Grandpa, when'll Dad be here?"

"He said he would come and play with me."

"Your dad can't come. Something came up."

"We can play together." "I wanna play with Dad, though."

How does it work?

It's the lips.

You practice and get better.

And one day, you don't even needs sound anymore.

What if you miss some words?

That's what things like facial expressions are for.

Or posture.

How their eyes, shoulders, or hands move.

It's like connecting the dots with a pen.

The more you observe, the less empty space there is.

There's something I've never told anyone that I wanna tell you for some reason.

My relationship with Giorgio…

Something just didn't feel right.

He had something on his mind. You know…

Women notice this stuff.

The silences.

His blank stares.

I may not be as gifted as you, but I can connect some dots myself.

Does that change anything for you?

[mournful music playing]

[sniffles] No.

Maybe I just want my unborn child to feel like they can have fun with me.

[sniffles]

[sniffles]

[somber music fades]

Are you ready?

I like how you ask like I have a choice here.

It's called being polite.

Wow, thank you.

Then yeah, I'm ready. Thanks for asking.

-[Renato] I heard you were on leave. -[Pardo] You heard correctly.

I'm actually asking this as a personal request.

-That lady's a former colleague. -Mm.

She's the mother of the guy that got hit by a car recently.

-Giorgio Alberti. -Yeah.

She says there's supposed to be a bracelet among her son's things.

It's important to her.

-If you'd just let us in a second… -No, no, no.

I'm sorry. You gotta come back tomorrow when the boss is here.

-Even if she was a colleague-- -[Pardo] I get it.

-But can't you do me a small favor? -[Renato] No.

Fine.

-Nothin'. He said-- -I know what he said.

Excuse me?

-[Renato] Good evening. -Evening, Officer.

I actually appreciate your respect for procedure,

but that bracelet has such great sentimental value to me.

Please, my daughter-in-law is eight months pregnant.

I can't go back to her empty-handed.

No way.

[sighs]

-I can't just let you-- -No.

You don't need to let me go.

But please let Inspector Pardo in.

[tense music playing]

FORENSIC ARCHIVE

[Pardo] Come on!

SYNC TRANSFER IN PROGRESS

[sighs]

[energetic music playing]

[Pardo] That bitch.

She's only with the Secret Service when she wants to bust my balls.

Pardo! Did you fall asleep in there?

Just a minute! [sighs]

-You need a hand, Pardo? -[Pardo] Nah, I'm good!

Hold on a sec, Renato! Almost done here.

Jesus Christ!

[Renato] Pardo!

[Sara breathing heavily]

[Renato] Are you all right, ma'am?

Ma'am…

Are you okay, ma'am? Hold on. I'll get you a glass of water.

[sobbing]

-You're kidding. -[sobbing]

[Renato] Ma'am?

NAPLES MUSEUM

ONE-WAY TICKET

[Renato] Ma'am, it'll be all right. Just try to breathe.

You're a great actress.

No, you're reckless.

More reckless than great.

"Reckless"? Not bad. I like that word.

But who told you that those weren't real tears?

Anyway, I don't see any contact with Sergio.

It would seem that Kamil's confession is real.

And there's no connection between Sergio and Russo.

I guess Sergio just happened to be there.

-And between the Nigerian and Russo? -I don't think so.

Unless they had a different way to communicate.

Maybe with Sergio too.

Or it's all a lot of horseshit.

[Russo] Hey, Filomena.

-Check it out. -Are you asleep?

I mean, it would've been nice if you called…

Anyway, I'm already in the car.

I'll be home in five minutes.

Almost there.

See you soon. Buh-bye.

Apparently, Russo sent this voice message to his wife just before he was killed.

But I don't think it means anything.

Do you?

What else do we know?

Nothing on Gaspare Russo.

But I snapped some pictures… of some of Sergio's things.

NAPLES MUSEUM

This is Riviera di Chiaia?

Yeah.

[Teresa] Before he disappeared, he posted in a group chat.

It was something about houses in Riviera di Chiaia.

One step at a time.

ARCHIVE TAC-TUR

[suspenseful music playing]

Can't live without the truth, can you?

You need it.

That's why you're the best agent I've ever met.

And that's why you're the only woman for me.

Stay that way.

Do it for me.

[music grows unsettling]

[music fades]

What do you want?

Aren't you scared of going in that basement at night? By yourself?

I'm not gonna share my feelings with you, Blondie.

How do you get over it?

How long's it take?

How do you go on, 'cause… I don't know.

Tell me, Sara.

Just do the opposite of whatever I chose to do.

[somber music playing]

Want a coffee?

-[Sara] Hi, Viola. -[Viola] Hey.

Sorry to bother you, but I need your help with something.

In case you were still needing a distraction.

Hmm, I don't know.

Head to Sergio Minucci's social media profile.

I just sent you the login details.

And see if you find anything about house hunting.

You want me to search for house hunting?

Yeah. Apparently, he was posting in chats or groups about looking for one

in Riviera di Chiaia.

-Can you check it out? -Sure.

One minute.

Why'd you care about his house search?

'Cause it looks like Sergio no longer needs one.

No, he doesn't. That's true.

So you have this guy's email and password, and you want me to log in?

It's a favor for someone, but I need your help to do it.

-Okay, I'll call you back. -Thanks.

["La stravaganza" by A. Vivaldi playing]

[radio turns off]

Y'know, if you weren't blind,

I would say you chose a pretty amazing view.

Do you know why I didn't miss your sense of humor, Sara Morozzi?

'Cause you don't have one.

Everybody doted on you, but I could never figure it out.

I think you're incredibly bland. And you will always be.

I'm just happy that I could leave a good impression.

You gotta admit you didn't go out of your way to make friends, Morozzi.

Well, I may not have spent much time cultivating friendships back in the day,

a colleague needs my help.

And I've hit a dead end. I need you.

Blondie and Brownie…

The stars of the unit.

You're like those bands that only get back together

'cause they need the money from the tour.

I need you to lend me your ears for a second.

Tell me what you hear.

Then I swear I'll be outta your hair.

["Tira a campà" by Sal Da Vinci playing]

Well, first thing I can clearly hear is the man's got an awful taste in music.

There's not enough background noise for it to be the city.

[Russo speaking indistinctly]

So, I'd say he was more likely driving on some backstreet.

No. Country, maybe.

[manhole cover clatters]

And he ran over a manhole cover just as he was finishing up.

Thanks, Catapano.

You're almost as good as me, even though you're still an asshole.

And you're as bitchy as ever.

[Catapano] And he ran over a manhole cover just as he was finishing up.

[camera shutter clicking]

[tense music playing]

[Catapano] There's not enough background noise for it to be in the city.

So, I'd say he was more likely driving on some backstreet.

No. Country, maybe.

Kamil Usman confessed that he killed Sergio

with Gaspare Russo.

Mm.

But then… he argued with Russo and then killed him too.

Then he dumped both of their bodies where the police eventually found them.

Right. Yeah.

-Uh… -But he's lying.

Because Gaspare Russo was murdered right there.

Hmm.

And he wasn't with them before.

He ended up there by accident, not Sergio.

What we know for sure is Gaspare Russo sent a voice message to his wife

shortly before he was killed.

He was driving.

[Russo] Hey, Filomena.

Are you asleep?

I mean, it would've been nice if you called.

Anyway, I'm already in the car.

I'll be home in five minutes.

Almost there.

See you soon.

-Buh-bye. -[manhole cover clatters]

[Sara] And he stopped his car

just a few hundred meters from where the bodies were found.

[man 1] Who the fuck is that?

[man 2] Wait for him to get out.

[Sara] He got out of the car, and they shot him.

What's going on here? What're you doing?

So what does the Nigerian have to do with Sergio?

-That's my question. -Yeah.

'Cause I mean, why would Kamil lie about that night?

-Right. -Maybe he took the fall for someone, or…

If he didn't do it, why would he take the blame?

That's the big question.

Nice place.

So, um…

Renting and renovating this place

was your last-ditch effort to keep your relationship afloat?

Yeah. Well, and him. Boris.

Let's go get some air.

Not you. Later.

Okay?

[energetic music playing]

If you wanted to go for a walk, all you had to do was to say so.

This isn't the nicest place for a stroll.

Oh, don't worry. No one would ever think you're a cop.

Are you being funny?

Yeah.

You should've been a comedian.

I piss myself laughing whenever you open your mouth.

Go on. Ladies first.

[Sara] Thanks.

-That's her. -[Pardo] Uh-huh.

Ma'am. Ma'am…

Off to a good start.

Ma'am, open the door.

[Sara] We don't mean you any harm. Don't be scared.

The gate was open. Ma'am?

Hey!

Open the door! Hey!

-We're-- -Don't tell her!

-Why hide it? I'm obviously a cop. -Back off.

Ma'am, please don't be afraid.

My name's Sara. I'm a friend of Kamil's.

We're looking for Kamil and his family.

Maybe you can help me. Huh?

I just want to talk for a minute.

Can you please let me in?

Just you and me.

Hmm.

Not him.

Wait here.

[sighs]

Kamil Usman is deep in debt.

He gave his house to that lady 'cause he owed her husband.

A house?

Is that what you call that?

Then he was brought to jail for a crime he confessed to.

But we know his confession isn't lining up with the evidence.

It goes over the police's head, and he stays in jail.

Still in debt, I'm assuming.

And his wife and son leave town.

Ah. Without any cash, though?

I assume they left with the money he received

to take the blame for the deaths of Sergio and Gaspare Russo.

Gaspare Russo just happened to be there.

At the wrong time.

The two deaths aren't connected.

We wasted our time.

Someone connected them later.

The same someone

who paid Kamil to take the blame for it all.

And the same guy who wanted us to find his car.

Anyone else would have just torched it or dumped it or something.

Not as dumb as you look.

Huh. I'll take that as a compliment.

-[phone vibrating] -Now we start from scratch?

No. Why would we?

Who's that?

Viola.

Viola.

Sergio was doing something very weird.

Exactly once a week,

he would upload a post in the same group that he was looking for a house, right?

Exact same wording,

except it would be in a different area and for a different kind of house.

Come on, that doesn't sound like someone looking for a house.

Unless maybe they're schizophrenic, you know?

Well, you never met my ex.

-'Cause it's a code. -Hmm?

I asked Viola to look into it 'cause I noticed some coincidences.

Sergio's last post mentions the street of the museum he visited before his murder.

Oh.

Right there.

Isn't this the street where the relics museum is?

Next one.

And the location of the Castelli Museum.

Yeah.

So I'm guessing he set up these fake housing posts as a type of code

and the museums provided a safe location for those meetings.

Bingo.

Would you be able to post a new ad as if you were Sergio?

Sure.

That way, we can go and find out for ourselves

who he was secretly meeting with.

-At Donnaregina? -Yeah.

How should it go?

All right.

"Urgently seeking a spacious house

in the area of Via Donnaregina, and the new tenant

has several references and intends to continue

the regular activities carried out by the former owners so far."

-Good to go? -Yeah.

I'm so sorry, I gotta go, but I'll keep you in the loop.

-Thanks. -[sighs] Bye, Pardo.

Later.

Was it really necessary to involve her?

[Sara] Necessary? No. But very fruitful.

Do you think we'll find Sergio's real killer at the museum?

Only if they take the bait.

But who killed Sergio doesn't matter.

What matters is who the fuck's behind it.

The situation's more serious than I imagined.

SERGIO PUBLISHED A NEW POST

URGENTLY LOOKING FOR SPACIOUS HOUSE ON DONNAREGINA STREET.

TENANT HAS REFERENCES AND INTENDS TO CONTINUE ACTIVITY CARRIED OUT SO FAR

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Subtitle translation by: Paola Porciello