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["Habanera" from Carmen playing]

BASED ON MAURIZIO DE GIOVANNI'S NOVELS

["Habanera" playing on headphones]

["Habanera" ends]

[inhales sharply]

[exhales deeply]

-[man] You finished your run? -Down to the last meter.

-Why're you here? -[man] You never got back to me.

The Nigerian took the blame. That's all there is to know.

Any word about Tarallo?

I'm heading down to the plaza to keep an eye on the final rally.

Do we have a problem, Anzovino?

No, no, no, no. It's just that,

with what happened to Sergio,

there may be protestors.

Well, you've got this. Keep me posted.

Mm.

Thanks.

And Anzovino, send Rachele my condolences.

[engine starts]

[somber music playing]

SARA - WOMAN IN THE SHADOWS

[excited chatter]

[woman] Wonderful!

[man] Look at that. Look at that.

Ah! No surprise entrance? You're losing your touch.

[Sara chuckles]

Or maybe you're learning how to look better.

Don't be jealous.

Just 'cause my entrance was cooler than yours.

Ah… so it's a contest? Let's go see if my hunch panned out.

You mean our hunch panned out.

A contest…

Anyway, let's go see who shows up to the meeting with Sergio.

[indistinct chatter]

[suspenseful music playing]

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

was creeping around the tomato fields at night?

[exhales]

[cell phone vibrates]

FOUND HIM. HALL 4

[tense, rhythmic music playing]

[Pardo] Who did you see?

[Sara] A journalist. He was at Tarallo's press conference.

[quietly] Ah. Okay.

[Pardo] Let's split up.

[tense music building]

[Sara] Hold on!

Stop. Wait!

[gate rattles]

Hold it, hold it.

What do you want from me?

We're friends of Sergio's. You're not in trouble.

Then what's with the weapons?

Would you put your hands down and chill out?

[Edoardo panting]

-I'm geotagged, all right? -[Pardo] Mm.

If I'm not back in two hours, my boss will sound the alarm.

Talk to us, and you'll be back sooner than that.

The fact you're here means you're involved in whatever you're doing with Sergio.

Why were you two meeting?

Why should I believe you?

If you'd really been Sergio's friends, he'd still be here.

I know you're the ones behind this all.

What's he talking about?

He thinks we're Secret Service, but we aren't.

We're only here because we need your help.

[sighs deeply]

How'd you figure out our meeting system? Sergio never would've told you.

[Sara] We were trying to save him, and we figured it out.

We retraced his movements.

-But we were too late. -[Pardo] Listen.

If we wanted to kill you or kidnap you, we would've already done it.

Got it?

If you talk to us, we can arrange for protection. All right?

Like, for real.

[sighs]

Sergio and I were friends.

I couldn't believe he was working for Tarallo.

He never believed in that stuff.

Yeah, we're aware of that.

But I imagine that's not what put Sergio in danger.

No.

Well, yes and no.

So I had discovered some things… and he was helping me prove them.

What kind of things?

-Know how Tarallo built his wealth? -No. Tell me how.

Kickbacks.

He acts like he's some sort of boy scout now,

but when he was city councilor, nothing moved unless he got a percentage.

Makes sense.

Can I head back now?

[Edoardo sighs]

I knew we'd eventually manage to pry something outta him.

[Sara] Mm.

I can make people talk. You could say it's a gift.

So then, when he hesitated twice before answering,

he was just looking for the right words?

No. Uh, he was just nervous. I think that's pretty normal.

If you have spare time and feel like doing some research,

you'll come across articles in the database

called "Kickbacks and the Government" by Edoardo Belliti.

So what?

He fed us something he knows a lot about, while withholding his real information.

He could've.

But you're not gonna be right all the time.

You just aren't murdered for something like that.

Sergio shouldn't have died like that.

The kidnappers wanted him to talk, not die.

-So we've hit another dead end once again? -We're almost there.

When are we gonna get to the finish line?

I don't think that reporter will ever trust us.

But he's our only real lead.

Let's keep an eye on him, but be discrete about it.

-Fine, let's keep an eye on him. -Exactly.

Since I'm chivalrous and all,

I'll take night shifts, you do afternoons. Hmm?

All right, my white knight.

You take the night and afternoon, and this damsel will go eat a pizza.

[energetic music playing]

A pizza?

Are you serious?

Or is that one of your famous Morozzi code words?

Tell me if you find anything.

[energetic music concludes]

[Teresa] Hi, Brunette.

Wow, you didn't have to get all dolled up.

So, what's new?

Do you know a journalist named Edoardo Belliti?

I've read a few of his articles, I think. But that's it.

Sergio knew him well.

Seems they were investigating Tarallo together.

Not possible.

He would've said it.

I actually think he died so he wouldn't have to.

He kept it hidden.

Even from me.

How do you know that's how he died?

Because of the secret way they would communicate with each other.

What do you mean? How so?

Sergio would write a fake post looking for a house near a museum,

and then the next day, that's where they'd meet.

Beyond just surveillance, does the unit have any ties to Tarallo?

No, of course not. We monitor him like all the others.

When I stopped him, Belliti alluded to the Secret Service.

He was terrified.

Maybe Sergio told him what he was doing for you?

-Well, journalists are full of shit! -Teresa!

I'm sure it hurts that your boyfriend lied to you.

But this case is getting way too dangerous to waste any more time.

Nothing else on Tarallo?

No, I told you. If I did, I'd say!

Then find out who's behind Tarallo.

And I'll go down the rabbit hole the journalist is following.

[somber music playing]

Standing here for as long as I have been, I almost lost the use of my legs too.

Can I come in?

Are Massimiliano's lead soldiers still over on the table?

Yeah.

But I don't really think that's the reason you came here.

And today's not my birthday either. So tell me, what's in here?

I'm not here for you,

but for me.

Well then, how can I be of service?

To absolve me of my sins.

Toward Massimiliano.

What about Massimiliano?

Just before he died, he asked me for a favor.

To prepare something for you.

I was supposed to give it to you after he died.

And why didn't you, then?

I was jealous.

I had waited for years for the right moment

to go and confess my real feelings.

Then you showed up,

and my chance was gone.

You better put what I brought you to good use.

[mournful music playing]

I'll walk you out.

I'll walk myself out.

[door opens, closes]

[Massimiliano] My love,

if you're hearing these words, it means I'm gone.

Or that Andrea's playing a nasty joke on you.

He was never your biggest fan.

You and I spent our lives focused on other stuff, on work, on us.

-But now that-- -[clicks off]

[somber music continues]

[monitor beeping]

[softly] Hey.

Hi.

How you feeling, sweetheart? Huh?

[gasps, shudders]

[exhales slowly]

The meds will kick in any minute. Just hang in there.

Yeah? Think nice things.

Think about us.

My God, think of the first time we saw each other.

Do you remember the first time we met? [chuckles]

What fools! [sniffles]

[mournful music building]

THE END IS JUST A BEGINNING YOUR MASSIMILIANO

-[excited chatter] -[commentator chats indistinctly on TV]

[tense, rhythmic music playing]

-How are you? -Hi.

-Where is she? -Where else? Glued to the TV.

[sports announcer chats on tv]

-[woman] Did she behave? -[Edoardo] She was great.

[sighs]

I was feeling nostalgic, but I didn't wanna eat them alone.

What is that?

Open it.

No… Struffoli's my favorite dessert.

I shouldn't, but… they're just too good.

Mm!

Mm.

Why is it nostalgic?

[gentle music playing]

Massimiliano didn't have any vices, except for these right here.

He was adamant that the Sanità district made the best ones in the whole world.

So, I went all the way there and got some.

You miss him?

I really do.

Does it get better at all?

It does get better. But it takes time.

I don't want to grow old and sad.

And I really don't want to forget him.

But I don't wanna spend the rest of my life missing him either.

Is that awful?

No. The opposite.

You know, I'd love to give you a hug, but I'm not sure that's a good idea.

I'm not sure if it is either.

[woman] Ellie?

Sweetie?

[announcer] Østigård…

Who did your homework? Was it you or him?

Hold on, Mom. I'm watching the game.

Ball played in for Politano on the volley--

-Goal! -Goal! Goal! Did you see that?

[crowd cheering] Goal!

[fireworks whistle]

Goal! Goal!

Go, Napoli!

[wild cheering]

-Yeah! -[Edoardo laughs]

-We totally kicked their butts! -[laughs]

Goal!

-Who gave you this stuffed animal, baby? -That's from Edoardo.

I would love to know,

if he were still here, what would Giorgio have done?

He would've jumped off the couch

and probably yelled out loud like a total dummy.

Would you like a photo of Giorgio?

One I took? He was a weirdo.

He wouldn't let anybody but me take his picture.

I would really love that. Sure.

-I'll bring you one tomorrow. -Thank you.

[announcer speaking indistinctly]

[mysterious music playing]

[Pardo] Look here.

He waited. Edoardo came down…

This wasn't just some random encounter.

There. He's asking for money.

-The guy hands it over. -No need for a play-by-play.

-I have eyes. -Well, excuse me.

But it's kinda a big deal. Like, a huge deal!

Either it's blackmail, or he's an informant. Right?

Anyway, I called Musella. He pulled the guy's plates.

Eh?

I'm sorry.

-What for? -For always proving you wrong.

You love it, you're not sorry.

Anyway, Miss Know-It-All, please enlighten me.

This video might be useful for tax authorities, but not for us.

Unless you wanted to pay under the table for a moped repair.

What?

Pay attention to what his hands were doing.

The man cleans grease from under his fingernails.

Anyway, he was saying Edoardo's carburetor is fixed

and it should last him ten years if he takes good care of it.

You got all that by watching a video on a phone, huh?

So if it's not posture, it's lips, then.

If it's not their lips, it's your third eye.

And if it's not your third eye, it's your dead grandmother's asshole!

Guess I'll have to call Musella.

I don't get it. If I'm always wrong, what use am I to you?

You're good company.

Go home. I'll stay here tonight.

[energetic, rhythmic music playing]

[Sara] Coffee.

[camera shutter clicks]

GET HIM IDENTIFIED

[sounds dampen]

[Sara] "What's up? What's new?"

"Another hit. Just like all the others."

"Where? The old treasury building."

"At Galleria Principe di Napoli. 2:45 p.m."

"Something will definitely go down."

[tense music playing]

Boris!

[cell phone vibrating]

What the fuck?

Hello?

Can we speak, or are you gonna die right now?

If you talk fast

and maybe stop breaking my balls, I might hear something before I die.

Ah, by the way, Morozzi, I spoke with Musella…

Okay, shut up, Pardo. Now, memorize this.

2:45 at Galleria Principe di Napoli.

-Edoardo will be there. -Okay. I memorized it. All right.

Boris, that annoying old bitch has "blessed" us once again.

[ballad playing on radio]

[Teresa] Hi, Lembo.

You know, for small fry like us, you're coming here a lot. I'm honored.

Small fry?

You always send us valuable intel, Teresa.

Well, you're not so forthcoming when it comes to Brunette.

You know what I know.

-Why are we meeting here? -I didn't want to meet you at the unit.

Did you want to talk about Sara?

[smacks lips] No.

[suspenseful music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Trust me when I tell you what I'm about to say is difficult.

You never minced words. Why start now, Lembo?

Maybe it's because I've, uh, never… had to share a defeat.

At least, not to you… or to Massimiliano.

I lost the battle, Blondie.

They're going to close the unit.

[unsettling music playing]

-Did I piss off a top dog? -[chuckles] No.

[chuckles] Just budget cuts, they said.

They're using the cuts as an excuse to revolutionize the world as we know it.

I know my corner of the world. And I like it how it is.

Oh, I do too.

I tried everything I could, but they wouldn't budge.

[Teresa] So, what happens now? How much time do we have left?

Well, an operation like this doesn't happen overnight.

Someone from Rome will come do all the necessary checks,

and then they'll give me a timeline from there.

Goodbye, Blondie.

-[screams] -[Pardo] Police!

Drop the purse!

Police! Stop! Stop!

Stop, or I'll shoot! I said stop! Hey!

Stop right there!

[tense, rhythmic music playing]

[tires squeal]

What do you think you're doing?

Musella, where you at?

Get down to Galleria Principe di Napoli. Now!

-[panting] -[crowd murmuring]

[somber music playing]

Don't say I never got you anything.

I'm beginning to think you're the best sidekick a girl could ask for.

'Cause I do all the running for you.

Hey. Guys. There's nothing to see here! Get lost. Thank you.

Move it!

Why did you target that lady in particular?

You got a badge on you?

You want my… Watch me shove this badge up your ass!

Why do this? There's cameras all over.

-Why do you give a shit? -Our colleagues will speak to him.

-[siren wailing] -[brakes squeal]

-I'm here. Came as fast as I could. -You'll never know why I gave a shit.

-What did he do? -Take him to the station.

All right. Let's go! Move! Take him. Be right there. Move it!

[sighs]

Nice work. Your name's gonna be in all the papers.

Come on, I can't lie anymore. I'll give you the credit.

I don't think you get it.

Mind your fucking business. Here, take the purse with you.

Edoardo!

Edoardo!

Let's see if he sticks with that kickback story of his.

[Pardo] Huh.

I was there because… I wanted to confirm something.

Confirm what, Edoardo?

[mysterious music playing]

I'm writing an article that will come out right before the elections.

A real bombshell. But I can't make any mistakes.

What's the article on?

Someone's staging crimes in order to frame migrants

so that Tarallo can blame them, honing in on people's fear.

He's going to sway the votes.

See Morozzi? I've got brains too.

I knew there was a reason they did it so out in the open.

I was here 'cause I knew they were gonna do it.

These crimes are all connected.

What was Sergio's part in it?

[sighs]

He was my insider. I hadn't seen him since school.

But then we recently reconnected.

When I met him, he was uncomfortable working for Tarallo.

We talked about it a lot, and… and he started passing me information.

To feel better about the whole thing, you know?

Mm… If that's really why they killed Sergio,

you certainly can't expose yourself.

I want to do it. I've been working on this piece for months.

Do you perhaps have a way to get outta town?

There's no way I'm leaving.

It's just a few days.

I'm gonna publish, and then I can disappear.

Are you waiting for another lead?

No. But it could happen.

Okay. So… if you get a lead, you call this number.

I keep my phone on.

-Got it? Call that number. No one else. -All right.

Make sure that you do.

Send me your number before you go.

I have to… go back to the office now.

At this point, I think it's obvious.

The Nigerian guy who took the blame for… the murder of both Sergio and Russo

must have been paid off to give Tarallo more ammunition.

Yeah. Sure.

What's the matter now?

Come on, you're not gonna tell me the guy was lying this time too?

No, I thought he was genuine.

Body language, posture. All that stuff, right?

It's all so familiar.

What do you mean?

Reminds me of people of a certain political era.

What?

[sounds dampen]

Even though we can't prove any of their criminal activity yet,

we cannot let our guard down.

Check this out.

The kids you've been following just got to Berlin.

They're linking up with German neo-fascists.

So now we need to find out what they're up to

and what their roles are.

You understand me?

[unsettling music playing]

[Sara] It was smart of you to start monitoring Tarallo.

[Teresa] I didn't do anything. Just followed procedure.

Now we've got something on him.

The only thing I care about is the guy lying in the morgue.

Sergio was too naive.

Or someone betrayed him.

He was mature enough to make his own choices.

Like not telling me about the whole journalist thing, for example?

There you go.

So we'll pick up from there, then.

Let's do it smarter than before.

You're aware that passing the point of no return

might mean pissing off very important players.

Are you ready?

I want the unit's swan song to be heard by the whole world.

Loud and clear.

That sounds more like you.

First, we have to plant some bugging devices in Tarallo's vehicle

and everywhere else Sergio didn't get to.

I'll call the shots here.

[unsettling music playing]

-[unsettling music subsides] -[doorbell ringing insistently]

Come on, Boris. Let's see who it is. Come on.

Well, fuck you too.

[doorbell continues ringing insistently]

Yeah, yeah. Be right there.

-All right! Who is it? -[Sara] Pardo? Is it a bad time?

-Morozzi. -Hey.

Is that how you answer the door, buddy?

What you lack in style, you also lack in manners.

What's going on here?

And clueless too? Jesus, Brunette.

We're setting up our new base. Come in. Let's go.

Yo.

Morning.

-[Teresa] Put that here, Anna Maria. -Sorry, but what new base?

We needed a safe place for the wiretaps, and this was the perfect spot for it.

What, at my house? Morozzi! Uh… You there.

Sweetheart, that's a glass table. Could you watch what you're doing?

Sure. Thanks.

You have company, you know. I'd put some pants on if I were you.

What if I had a hot date in here just now?

-What do you think? -Better like that.

Should I hook everything up?

-Yeah. Go ahead. Do it. -Okay.

-The door. Thanks. -[Pardo] Oh, sure.

Make yourself at home, everyone.

[Anna Maria] Thank you.

I'll take you out.

[intense music playing]

Something's come up.

[Edoardo] Let's hear it.

[informant] Same amount?

Same amount.

What's going on?

A meeting in Pianura.

Looks like they're organizing another one.

Another hit? They just did one.

This one is gonna be way bigger.

When's it happening?

Tonight. Be ready. Get some money together.

I'll reach out once I know where and when it's going down.

Thanks.

-[Teresa] You done? Everything all right? -[Smilzo] Yeah.

Remember, you were never in this place.

-All right? -No. Of course not.

[Teresa] Good.

-See ya. -[Smilzo] Bye, Teresa.

How long will they be squatting here?

Until the elections. Maybe after.

Ah. You think that's a good answer to my question?

No, but how about you don't ask stupid questions?

When you start a case, do you know how long it'll take?

-Well, not right away. -Yeah, and we're just getting started.

-Any news? -[Anna Maria] Yeah.

Tarallo's having dinner at nine o'clock near Via Posillipo.

Okay, great. So we need to plant a bug, then.

You know how to plant a bug, don't you?

[scoffs, clicks tongue]

I'll meet you out front in 20 minutes, all right, Pardo?

[ship horn blasts in distance]

[somber music playing]

I can't stay long, Viola.

Um…

Well, I wanted to keep my promise.

He was actually kinda pissed off in that moment,

but looked at the camera and smiled at me.

He's handsome, isn't he?

Yes, he was.

Okay, so…

This might be a crazy idea.

Um… I found these in Giorgio's desk. They're for my favorite singer's concert.

It's tonight.

I guess it was a surprise for me.

Why do you have to leave?

I'm following someone.

-Then take me along. -What are you talking about?

Is it 'cause I'm pregnant?

I think that's a good reason, don't you?

But who could seem more trustworthy and innocent than a pregnant lady?

[tense, rhythmic music playing]

Hi, Pardo.

-Don't say a word. -Why the fuck's she here? It's dangerous.

-I'm calling the shots here. -Are you outta your damn mind?

Don't question my judgment. I chose you, right?

-Listen… -[Sara] Save your breath.

It'll all be fine as long as we do our jobs.

So, then…

So nothing. She needed some air,

and I took her out for a nice evening walk.

Let me get this straight. So from now on, we're all a team?

Yeah. No big deal.

Get in the car.

Morozzi!

You want to be back in the field unit?

Well, they work in teams, don't they?

[tense, rhythmic music continues]

VOTE BONELLI

VOTE BONELLI

Thank you.

It's the same old conflict between the state and regions,

time and time again.

[sounds dampen]

[Sara] "If only we had a little more free rein."

"Listen, Tarallo. Where we operate, we don't have this kind of problem."

[tense music continues]

[groans]

[moaning loudly]

Miss! Miss, are you okay?

Can you help me get over there?

I need to sit. Please!

[groaning]

Can you get me some water from the restaurant?

I have some in the car. Let me get it.

[groans loudly]

[car alarm chirps on]

Here you go.

-I should take you to the hospital, right? -No way!

I don't wanna have the baby in the car.

So, should I call an ambulance?

No, please! I'm having a home birth.

I don't wanna change that 'cause the baby's coming now.

I understand, miss. But I can't stay here all night.

No, you're right. Just help me with my breathing for now.

-Put your hand right there. -Um…

Yeah, put your hand there. I'm gonna kick my legs up.

Hold me. Let's take a breath.

[Sara] "An opportunity like this would jumpstart

the energy sector in a heartbeat."

As it has for construction.

Of course. But that's not all.

We took the liberty of doing a poll among your voters,

and only a small part of them are still in favor of nuclear power.

I'm telling you, renewable energy is the perfect investment.

[Tarallo sighs] I know.

But I made a promise.

Yeah, but when did you make it? Before the war?

Well, the war came. And the cold too.

And meanwhile, the shit hit the fan.

We'll all get to used to it, and…

and no one will really remember what you said back then.

You know, the higher the stakes are,

the more gratitude you'll end up receiving.

You get what I'm saying?

Cheers to that.

[Viola] No! Help me do birthing exercises!

HURRY. THEY'RE ALMOST DONE

Come on, get up. Get up. Let's do… um…

Stay with me, stay with me. Please don't leave. Hold me, okay?

-Now squat. Squat down. -Lower?

-Lower. Squat down. Down. -[man] I don't think I can go lower.

[Viola] An open vowel sound. An open vowel.

[man] What's that mean?

Ahh…

More air. More air. Like this.

Mm!

Like this. Ahh!

-[Viola] Relax. Ahh… -[man] I am relaxed, miss.

[Viola] Relax with me.

[man and Viola] Ahh…

That's it, keep going. Keep going. Now an open "ooh" sound.

[both] Ooh!

More air, more air.

[both] Ooh!

Of fuck.

-Now ahh! -[both] Ahh!

Pasquale, what's going on?

This lady isn't feeling well.

Well, what are you doing? Get her up.

There you go. Miss, do you want to sit down?

-Have a seat. -No, no, thanks. I'm much better. Really.

Thank you.

[sighs]

[groans]

[car alarm chirps]

[intercom buzzes]

[somber music playing]

INSPECTOR DAVIDE PARDO

In one hour in Pianura. On Via Pascetta.

Yeah, I know where. Money's in the normal spot.

I didn't know I recruited a genius for our mission.

Hey, I guess those prenatal classes were good for something.

You could've at least given me a sign that you were done.

-Why? I was kinda enjoying the show. -Ah.

-Oh God! -Yeah, right.

Oh God. No, no, no, no…

[inhales sharply] Ah! Oh my God!

[groaning]

-Are you serious? -Oh God. Yeah.

-Is this for real? -Yes! Ah! Oh my God.

-What do you feel? What do you feel? -[inhales sharply]

You're gullible.

-[laughs] -[Pardo sighs]

Did you plant the bug properly?

-Oh my God, are you kidding? -Never mind. I trust you.

For fucking once! Good night.

You do know, the night is still young, Sara.

So I don't wanna go home yet.

Let me see those tickets.

"DADA Live."

Hmm.

[mysterious music playing]

[nearby rattling]

[music grows suspenseful]

[dance music playing on stereo]

♪ What you do for me ♪

♪ I'll do for you ♪

♪ You've done so much ♪

♪ What you do for me ♪

[voicemail] Your call is being forwarded to the voicemail box of--

[call disconnects]

[Edoardo] Protection, my ass.

[metallic scraping]

[tense music building]

[Edoardo panting]

[groans]

[man] Motherfucker!

[Edoardo groans]

Where you going, asshole? Where you going?

Hey, get back here. Where you going?

You piece of shit!

[tense music peaks, fades]

[gunshot echoes]

[resolute, rhythmic music playing]

Subtitle translation by: Paola Porciello