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INSPECTOR RICCIARDI

I love to walk along. via Toledo

How come I haven't seen
Emma for 2 days?

Did she get sick
of seeing your face?

Who's that?
What is he? Who is he?

- Here's the handsome Fefe!

Ah, yes!

There's nothing I can do
if I shine in the world

I'm athletic, elegant,
wise, practical and brilliant

Where is he?
What is he? Who is he?

Here's the handsome Fefe!

I love to walk along via Toledo
and the seafront

I love to walk with Fefe!

TO MY DEAR EMMA,
ATTILIO

Munaciello!

Talk to me!

Emma, it's useless.

We could do it ten or a hundred times,
it'll always be the same.

You can't control the cards.

But you know
what you need to do.

- But I can't. I can't.
- No. You have to.

This is you,
you have to do it, and quickly.

Otherwise misfortune will strike,
understand? Misfortune!

Emma, it's useless.

If the horse of clubs
isn't destined to come out,

it won't, understand?

Tonino.

What are you doing still up?

I was waiting for you.
Did something happen?

No. I've got a fever, Concetta.
It's just a fever.

Go to bed.

- Is Emma back?
- Yes.

I made you dinner,
shall I heat it up for you?

You didn't see me, Teresa.
Is that clear?

Inspector,

we just got word of a woman killed
in the Sanita neighbourhood.

A certain Carmela Calise,
an old fortune teller.

- Has Maione arrived?
- No, Inspector.

- He starts later today.
- Thank you.

Lucia, why-didn't you
wake me up?

You said you could go in
2 hours later today.

Exactly.

The kids are at school.
That hasn't happened in ages.

We could have spent
some time together.

You clearly-needed to sleep.

Donna Carmela!
Donna Carmela has been killed!

She's been killed!
Her head was smashed open

Let me through. Move aside!
Move aside, come on.

Move aside.

- What happened?
- Come on, Inspector, she's over here.

- You are?
- Nunzia Petrone, the caretaker.

Did you see or hear
anything strange last night?

- Then get' out of here.

Camarda, go and call Modo.
And don't let anyone in.

Cesarano.

This morning I went upstairs
to get my daughter, Antonietta.

Sometimes she sleeps
at Donna Carmela's house.

She's the only one
who watches her when I'm at work.

- What time was it?
- 8:30am.

Everyone go, didn't you hear
the Inspector? Come on.

Don't you understand?

When I went in,
I saw blood everywhere:

Was the door open?

Yes, Donna Carmela's door
was always open.

We're like family here.

Trust me, Inspector,

the depraved coward who did this
doesn't live in the building

or in the neighbourhood.

Donna Carmela was a saint.
Everybody loved her.

- A saint who told fortunes?
- What's wrong with that?

She helped people,
she gave them hope.

Come with me.

This way, Inspector.

Almost there.

Here we are.

- There's someone inside, who is it?
- My daughter Antonietta.

She's backwards, Inspector.

But she loved Donna Carmela.

- She doesn't want to come out.
- Fine, let her be.

When was the last time
you saw the lady alive?

Last night, around 10.

My daughter and I came up,
like every evening.

How was she? Nervous, worried?
Anything out of the ordinary?

No, no. She even said goodbye.
She said: "See you tomorrow."

And this morning...

Cesarano, don't let anyone in.

Poor woman...

God is not a merchant
who pays on Saturday.

God is not a merchant
who pays on Saturday.

God is not a merchant
who pays on Saturday.

God is not a merchant
who pays on Saturday.

God is not a merchant
who pays on Saturday.

Want a braid of garlic?

Annina! Annina!

What is it?

Blood... What was that?

- Madam, did you scream?
- Yes.

Calm down.

- Who is it?
- Her name's Filomena.

- Filomena?
- Filomena the whore!

No, Filomena Russo.

Did you see anyone come out?

Stay here>

Madam?

Madam, are you alone?

Madam.

Is anyone home?

Madam.

Miss Filomena!

Oh goodness, what happened?
Who did this to you?

I'll take care of you.
Hold this, press hard.

It's all right, don't worry.

Why don't we call a doctor?

Call a doctor. My God!

I don't know who it was.

Look at all that blood!
Good Lord, help her!

I didn't see anything.
Oh God!

Teresa!
Don't answer, Teresa!

I'm right here, madam.

- Has my husband gone out?

The driver asked
if he should prepare the car.

No, no car.
Clean up the room, hurry.

I'm looking for Emma Serra.
This is Attilio Romolo.

Emma, is that you?

Here we are.

- Doctor!
- Maione.

- Maione, what happened? Put her here.

Sister, a stretcher, hurry.

What happened? I was on my way to you,
but I thought it was for a dead woman.

Sorry, doctor, but I don't know
what you're talking about,

I haven't been
down to the station yet.

No? Then go to Ricciardi.
He's in Sanita, here's the address.

- We'll talk later. First the living.
- Thank you, doctor.

- Good morning, Inspector.
- Maione. welcome.

- Was getting worried.
- Sorry.

I had to help a woman
who was injured.

Sorry I'm late.
Dr Modo will be late too.

Jesus, Inspector.

- Who's behind this massacre?
- Someone with no heart.

He even traipsed
through the blood.

He seems to have slipped there.

The footprints could be
from more than one person.

Inspector.

Look what I've found.

Dates and times
of her appointments.

She was a fortune teller.

"Lovine, dead father."

"Del Giudice,
husband who beats her."

Grammar aside, this book tells her
clients' futures. Good job, Cesarano.

"Auriemma, broken knife grinder.
Iovine, bakery, blood to blood."

- Raffaele.
- Inspector.

Yesterday's page.

"Passarelli, old mother.

"Ridolfi, boy, jewellery, wife.

"Colombo, girl, new, love.

"Emma.

Lodice, pay."

These are the last people
to have seen her alive,

besides the caretaker
and her daughter.

We have to find out
who they are.

What is it, Tonino?
Are you expecting someone?

Tonino.

Why don't you tell
your Concetta what's up?

The only problem is
the customers who don't come.

I'm just hoping more will come.

Why don't they commit murders
on the ground floor?

- Bruno, good morning. About time.
- Good morning.

Reprimanding me,
after I saved the Sergeant's friend?

- Friend?
- No, Inspector.

Not a friend.

- She's the lady I helped this morning.
- Whatever.

How's she doing?

I gave her the best stitches I could,
but the scar will remain. Poor thing.

Pretty woman indeed,
what a shame.

- Who was the jerk who did this?
- Don't know yet.

Hey, Maiane, are you blushing

- Blushing, doctor?
- You're turning red!

- Have you fallen in love?
- What?

Leave him alone. He's a great
policeman with a lovely family,

- not lonely and desperate like us.
- He's like a lover in springtime.

- You can see it in his eyes.
- You cannot!

We'll discharge her tonight.

Let's see what happened here.>

They went all out, didn't they?
This is going to take a long time.

So...

God is not a merchant
who pays on Saturday.

God is not a merchant
who pays on Saturday.

God is not a merchant
who pays on Saturday.

A fortune teller and a loan shark.
Here's the last promissory note.

She gave hope with one hand
and took it away with the other.

She did magic tricks,
a magician!

This isn't very funny, Raffaele.

With all these debtors,
anyone could have killed her.

But...

if the murderer got blood all over
everything and left the money,

he was looking for
something else.

He was probably looking for
his own promissory note.

So if he found it, then
all these papers are useless to us.

- We won't find the murderer in here.

Let's concentrate on these.

We'll get the list of all the people
with these surnames

in the neighbourhood
and in the whole city,

and we'll talk to every one of them.
We'll find them.

- Will do.
- Tomorrow though.

Now, let's just write up a report
and go home.

Inspector, with your permission,
I'll be going now.

I've got something
to take care of.

Go ahead.

Thank you.

- Sergeant, I have to thank you.
- Don't mention it, madam.

I was just doing my duty.

But now I have to ask you
some questions.

A crime was committed
and I can't pretend it didn't happen.

No, Sergeant.

I don't want to report anyone.

You found me by chance
and I'm happy about that.

But I wouldn't have called you.

Now if you'll excuse me,
my son must be worried.

Fine, for today we'll leave it.
It's getting late, anyway.

But think about it.

You've been seriously injured.

You'll never look the same,
do you understand that?

See, Sergeant?
Spring's here.

Enjoy the evening.

And thanks again.

Good evening, Sergeant.
Going to have some fun tonight?

Sergeant, what a surprise

If you'd told me you were coming,
I would have got ready.

Bambinella,
not even black magic can help you.

Fine.

How can I help you?

I know you're investigating the death
of the fortune teller from Sanita.

Of course you already know that.
You know who the murderer is too?

Jesus! No, Sergeant.
That's your job.

- Thankfully.
- Plus that's not my area.

With all the lowlifes
around there...

All I know is she was really good
at reading cards.

A friend of mine's boyfriend
used to work at a construction site,

and she told her:
"He's not going to work,

he's going to a whorehouse
in Elena Street!" And it was true.

People who believe
these things are stupid.

Calise was a swindler.

First she'd get information,
like I do with you.

Then she'd make prophecies.

Sergeant, sometimes you need
to believe in something.

That's true, Bambinella.

Listen, I also came
to ask you for...

information about a woman from
the Quartieri Spagnoli who was disfigured.

Filomena from Vico Del Fico.

She's the prettiest woman in Naples.
Everybody knows that.

If everybody knows that,
do you also know who disfigured her?

Everyone and no one, Sergeant.
Filomena is a virgin whore.

- What does that mean?
- It's a saying of mine.

Since she’s pretty,
everyone thinks she's a whore.

Actually, she's a virtuous
person, so a virgin.

And since she's a widow,
all of Naples watches her.

There's always someone obsessed
with her who won't leave her alone.

Bambinella,

who is it
that won't leave her alone?

The latest one: a thug
named Don Luigi Costanzo.

A nobody.

Sergeant, if you're obsessed
with someone, you kill them.

You don't disfigure them.

True.

All right.

- Can I tell you one more thing?
- Sure.

Beauty can drive people mad.

- Don't get involved, if I may say so.
- You may not, all right?

This is my job.
My job!

Be good.

There he is.
Did you have fun, Sergeant?

- Shut up or I'll put you in a convent.

It's Daddy!

- It's Daddy!
- Daddy!

Hi!

- Good evening, Dad.
- Hey, lad.

- Hi, Dad.
- Hi.

So,

- have you been good?
- Yes.

What are you doing up so late?
Go on, go to bed.

Put them to bed.

Lucia, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I'm late.
There's a new case.

Have you seen?
Spring is coming.

You feel that nice crisp air,
don't you?

I don't feel anything.

Actually, I'm cold.

What? Not only do I have to
wait up for you every evening,

but I can't even
listen to the radio.

- Of course you can.
- Good.

But three mummies woke up at
the National Museum and started dancing.

The director came down
to the station to complain.

Enough wisecracking.

I'm becoming old and deaf,
and it doesn't even cross your mind

to find yourself a good woman
to take care of you instead of me.

Of course not. Where would I find
a woman like you? It's impossible!

Just a moment.

Before dinner, you need to try on
the suit the tailor brought.

When did we decide
to ask the tailor for a new suit?

When? Never!
I took care of it.

You're still the Baron of Malomonte,
and as long as I'm in this house,

you won't go around
dressed like a beggar.

Fine. Can I take off
the old one first?

Yes. I'll heat up your dinner
in the meantime. Go on.

She's sleeping now, but come in.

- Mummy!
- Be quiet.

Darling,
what are you doing here?

I don't want to eat alone.

But Rosa's there with you.

Fine, do you want to have dinner
here, in my room, tonight?

Then Rosa will bring you your plate
and you can sit at that little table.

I knew it!

My poor boy.

You'll have to get used
to being alone.

You'll have to get used
to being alone.

Well? Are we going to try on this suit
before everything gets cold?

Let's try it on.

Good morning.

- Good morning, Sergeant.
- Good morning.

- Good morning, Sergeant.
- Good morning, Filomena.

Sorry it's so early.

- Did you take the bandage off?
- Yes, it was bothering me.

- Bread with tomato?
- No, thank you.

I just came by to ask you...

you'd reconsider.

Listen, I understand.

You might be scared, because
you think someone could hurt you.

But you don't have to worry.

Maybe a man
who thinks you're his.

Jealousy is a nasty beast,
it drives people crazy.

Sergeant,
ever since my husband died,

I haven't been with a single man,
and it's been 2 years!

I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to doubt you.

I just thought maybe
someone had threatened you.

You know what, Sergeant?
You'll be late and so will I.

I told you.

I don't want to report anyone.

Well, what can I say?

If that's what you want..

But I'm warning you,
I'll need to come back.

Until I'm sure you and your son
are not in danger.

You can come back
whenever you like, Sergeant.

- Thanks again.
- Have a nice day.

Have a nice day.

- Morning, Inspector.
- Morning.

I'll make you some coffee substitute.
I need some too.

- You didn't sleep well, Malone?
- No, I got to thinking.

Calise knew all of
her clients' business. But how?

I think we can all have
an informant, right, Inspector?

- You're right. Let's go.
- Where?

To Sanita. Maybe we missed
something or someone.

- The coffee substitute, Inspector?
- I'll buy you a real one at Gambrinus.

God is not a merchant
who pays on Saturday.

God is not a merchant
who pays on Saturday.

God is not a merchant
who pays on Saturday.

What is it, Inspector?
What are you thinking about?

Nothing.

It's not nice to go through
dead people's things.

But I have to say,
you do it respectfully.

- Like Modo when he studies a body.
- Don't exaggerate.

It's an honour
to be compared to Modo, but...

Donna Carmela
helped me out sometimes.

Antonietta really loved her.

She would give her little presents
sometimes. Sweets.

130 lire of sweets, madam?
What’s that, two wheelbarrows full?

Who told you
that money was for me?

You can write anything
on a piece of paper, right?

- You want to find someone to blame.
- You're right.

We need a guilty party,
but we have no evidence.

All we have is
this roll of sweets money.

Know what we'll do?

If you don't tell us the truth,
we'll take you to jail,

accusing you of blackmailing Calise,
and that will be the end of it.

Would you dare to do that?

- And my daughter?
- There are some excellent institutes.

Fine.

It all started a few years ago,

when Donna Carmela got arthritis and
couldn't work as a seamstress anymore.

She told me she knew
how to read cards.

And since I knew a widow
in the neighbourhood

who wouldn't stop talking
about her husband,

I told her that Donna Carmela
could send messages to the afterlife.

Since I knew everything
about the lady, the deal was perfect.

Then the word spread,
and other clients came.

You knew everything
about them too?

When someone I didn't know came,
Donna Carmela found out the name,

the address,
and what they wanted to know.

And then she'd say she was busy
until the following week.

In the meantime,
I collected information.

Inspector,
people arrived sad and left happy.

- We did nothing wrong.
- Except for tricking them.

Earning enough to be able
to start up a usury business.

We found the box with the promissory
notes, don't try to deny it.

Well, that's a way
to help people too, right?

At 3% a month?

And when they didn't pay?

People in the neighbourhood
got word of it.

Fear of gossip is the best way
to get your money back.

What was Calise's percentage?
Did she send money to anybody?

I don't know, Inspector.
But she was always alone.

She never even
went back to her village.

A niece of hers came to visit her
once, but we never saw her again.

- What did she do with the money?
- Don't know.

But I know what I did:

I saved it for my daughter Antonietta,
for when I won't be around anymore.

I'm sure you can tell us the addresses
and the stories of all these people.

Maione.

While I go to Modo, you stay here
and have Nunzia tell you everything.

The last ones to see Calise
must come to the station.

After you.

She died between
10pm and midnight.

But the murderer just sped up
the course of nature because...

she had a bad bone tumour.

She had 6 to 8 months
left to live, at most.

You think that's nothing?
Another spring, another summer...

No one had a right
to take that away.

I absolutely agree with you,
my friend.

You know,
dying from kicks and punches...

Although she didn't feel them.

She died from the first blow
from a blunt object.

Given the force used, I think it was
a man or an angry young woman.

NAPLES POLICE STATION

Inspector.

Now we know
half of Sanita's business.

We could be
fortune tellers ourselves.

On my way back,
I called two of them in.

One is Passarelli,
who's outside.

A hilarious story,
you'll hear it later.

The other is Colombo. She assured me
she'd be here as soon as possible,

and she said she'd only been to Calise
once for a relationship problem.

- And the others?
- Well, the others...

I went to Ridolfi,
but he's got a broken leg

and would never
have made it to Calise.

The last one of the day was a debtor,
and in fact it just says; "pay".

That's Antonio lodice,
known as Tonino, a pizza chef.

I wanted to go there, but then I sent
Cesarano and Camarda to call him.

. Tonino, the guy
who. sells pizza from his cart?

Exactly, Tonino. He sold the cart
because he opened a restaurant.

' He asked for a loan,
but he's in debt up to his neck.

And this Emma?

Emma Serra d'Arpaja,
she's Calise's most regular client.

But strangely,
Petrone knew almost nothing,

because apparently,
Calise never asked her to follow her.

Maybe because she knew her.

It's strange. Emma Serra d'Arpaja
is an important woman

- from the Santa Lucia neighbourhood.
- Have you called her in?

It's better you go in person rather
than sending officers to her house.

If Garzo finds out
we've bothered someone important...

You know that
to make Garzo happy,

we should erase
the Santa Lucia lady from the list,

so we might as well send
Camarda and Cesarano to her too.

- Let Passarelli in, we'll get started.
- Certainly.

Passarelli, come in.

No, Inspector.
To be honest, nothing new.

- And in fact, nothing happened.
- Why, what was supposed to happen?

Go on, Passarelli,

tell the Inspector
why you went to see her.

You see, Inspector,
I still live with my mother.

She's a good woman,
don't get me wrong.

But she's old now, she's sick
and a bit sharp-tempered.

What's this got to do
with Calise?

The thing is, I'm a methodical person,
I like to be organised.

So it'd be helpful for me
to know more or less

when my mother will leave us.

So my fiancee and I
can get married.

Inspector, Mother never
wanted me to marry!

- How long have you been engaged?
- We were young.

Not that we're in a hurry.
With everything that needs doing!

- You know, the ceremony, the dowry...

Not to mention
the house, the furniture...

Besides, Inspector,
we have to prepare the kids' room.

- So you've got children.
- Not yet, no.

But my fiancee likes
big families.

I see. Sorry, Passarelli,
how old is your fiancee?

60. Just 2 years older than me.
But she looks much younger, Inspector.

That woman was amazing!

She told me the exact same things
as the doctor, a day earlier.

All right, Passarelli,
you can go.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- Our best to your fiancee.
- Raffaele...

Go and see
if Colombo's arrived yet.

- Who is it?
- Giuseppe.

Yes.

- Morning, Giuseppe.
- Morning, Teresa.

Come in.

What is it?

- Two police officers are here, Teresa.

- They gave me this letter.
- What is it?

- A summons from the police station.
- The police station?

Good morning, sir.

- What summons?
- It’s for your wife.

- My wife?
- That's what they said.

- Goodbye, Teresa.
- No, wait, Giuseppe.

Come here.

Could you tell me
what this says?

I can't read.

You don't know what happened?

The fortune teller from Sanita
was killed.

Have a nice day, Teresa.

Good day.

WOMAN DEAD IN SANITA

- Please come in, miss.
- Thank you, Sergeant.

Have a seat.

Miss, have a seat. Inspector Ricciardi
has to ask you some questions.

Please.

Are you Miss Enrica Colombo?

103, Santa Teresa
degli Scalzi Street. Is that you?

Sergeant,
you handed me the summons

and I signed the receipt,
so yes, it's me.

Well, then maybe
you know Mrs Calise,

Carmela Calise, a fortune teller?

Yes.

I heard about her death.
I saw her the day before it happened.

- Is that not allowed?
- Of course it is.

We just want to know if you noticed
anything strange, unusual.

Sergeant,
I only went there once.

I don't know
what Mrs Calise was like usually.

Then maybe you saw
someone coming in or out,

- someone who caught your eye.
- No.

Just a nosy caretaker.

Now if that's all,
if I may, I'd like to go.

- Go ahead.
- Goodbye.

Miss.

I need to ask you
something, please.

What did you ask Mrs Calise?

What did you want
to know from her?

I don't think
I have to tell you that. Good day.

- Did I say something wrong?
- Nothing, Inspector.

You didn’t say a word.

I'm so stupid, I'm so stupid!

What was that?

Tonino, what's that face for?

You seemed happier
when you had your cart.

- Was it worth it?
- Never mind, it's complicated.

- Is the pizza good?
- Delicious.

The important thing is
that customers are happy

so they bring other customers.

Time flies.

- Are you here to eat?
- Chance would be a fine thing.

We're looking for
Mr Antonio lodice.

- Tonino!
- What have you done?

Tonino! Tonino, my God!

Oh my God!

- What have you done?
- Move out of the way!

- Dad!
- Move out of the way.

Let us get to him!

He's breathing.
Grab that table, hurry up.

Come on, grab his feet.
Let's put him on the table.

- Get out!
- Show's over.

- Go away, there's nothing to see.
- Move it! Come on!

Inspector, he knows
you're still investigating,

but he wants you
to stop by his office.

See? As you said. Serra d'Arpaja
must have been summoned.

- Let's hear Garzo's complaints.
- Thank you, Inspector. Thank you.

Get your eyes checked.

- There's something wrong with them.
- No, nothing wrong with them...

It’s just me, I'm shy.

Inspector, it's Camarda.
Someone's seriously injured.

A pizza chef
who stabbed himself.

I've just informed the Inspector.

No, Inspector.
No, this way, Inspector.

The pizza chef who...?
Do me a favour!

Let's hope
Modo can operate on him.

The Inspector.

Inspector, we’re sorry,
but we had no idea.

It's not your fault.
You did your best to save him.

- Have you informed the family?
- His wife was there too.

She came with-us.
That young woman there.

And that should be
lodice's mother.

We told them to wait.
Modo is operating on him.

May I?

Enrica.

How are you?

I was worried, I thought you'd come
and tell me what the police wanted.

Sorry, Dad.

Did they ask you
about the Blackshirts?

Did they scare you?

No, it was about a poor lady
that was killed, in Sanita.

What have you got to do with it?

You see,
she was a fortune teller.

I went to her once
and had her read my cards.

Your cards?

Why, is something worrying you?
Something you want to know?

Dad, please,
you're embarrassing me.

Then why are you so sad?
Why are you locked in your room?

Because during the conversation
at the police station,

I came across
as unpleasant and patronising,

just because I was embarrassed.

I'm a horrible person.

Never find anyone to love me!

Because of
this ugly character of mine.

Because even if a man wanted
to get to know me,

he'd back away immediately,

without ever showing his face again.
And he'd be right.

Enrica, you haven’t got
an ugly character.

You've got character,

and the man who loves you
will appreciate that.

- It's late, Raffaele, go home.
- I'm not leaving you alone, Inspector.

Think about your family,
not me. Go.

Inspector, I have to ask you,

because of how much I care about you.
You know I've been devoted to you...

since Lucia and I stopped living.

I'm worried.

The way you look...

It seems like
you've stopped living too.

Luca!

Luca!

You've killed him!

- Luca!
- Sergeant! Sergeant.

I know he was your son.

My condolences.

If I may, I'd like to go in first,
by myself.

I'm sorry, Dad, my old paunch.

I'm sorry, Dad, my old paunch.

I'm sorry, Dad, my old paunch.

I'm sorry, Dad, my old paunch.

I'm sorry, Dad, my old paunch.

I'm sorry, Dad, my old paunch.

Gentlemen, please stay back.

Gentlemen.

He loved you, Maione.
His last thought was for you.

"Paunchy."

How do you know that?

That's what he called me.

Raffaele,
you haven't stopped living.

You can't.

For your other children,
for your wife.

Until Lucia can deal with it, you have
to deal with it for both of you.

As for me,

I never started living.

He's lost a lot of blood,
I'm not sure he'll make it.

He's sedated now and he needs
to stay under for the next 24 hours.

Then you can talk to him,
if he survives.

I'll wait for you outside.

Is there any news?

Madam, you should go home now,
for your children.

The doctor who operated is the very best.
You couldn't ask for more.

Now we just need to
wait and hope.

Thank you.

Let's hope
lodice can tell us something.

It was like confessing,
wasn't it?

Why would he kill himself
when he saw the police?

No, Raffaele. That way of thinking
could come from anyone but you.

Lodice had reasons to be desperate,
that's beyond doubt.

But that doesn't necessarily mean
he killed Calise,

- even if he was in debt.
- You're right, Inspector. I'm sorry.

Now what?

I have to take Modo out
for dinner. Join us?

No, I should get going.

Who's that now? Yes?

- Sergeant, good evening.
- Good evening, Filomena.

- Come in.
- Came by to see how you are.

I'm fine, thank God.

My son, Gaetano.

- Good evening.
- Nice to meet you.

- Will you join us?
- Don't want to disturb you.

- Made Genovese pasta.
- Can smell it.

Yeah, I know.
The smell gets in your clothes.

- Does it bother you?
- Go mad for Genovese pasta.

Then have a seat.
I've got a plate ready for you.

Smell that..
Can you smell it, Ricciardi?

Don't listen. Can't you smell that
spring is here? Aren't you happy?

A man just stabbed himself
and a woman's dead.

If this is spring, it's all yours.

What does people's madness
have to do with the seasons?

Look who governs us
during all four seasons!

One day I'll find an order on my desk
to arrest you and send you to the border.

Just laugh it off. You know what I do
so people know I'm not a Fascist?

I refuse to prescribe
purge medicines now!

You never know.

Let's have another glass
of this good wine.

Or are you in a hurry
to get home?

The later I get home tonight,
the better.

Did you make Nanny Rosa angry?

Close.

I made someone angry,
but not Rosa.

A man or a woman?

You made a woman angry,
Ricciardi?

Yes.
A neighbour, yes.

I had to interrogate, her
about the case.

I was rude, awkward.

I don't want,
to run into her again.

Why not? It'd be your chance
to say you're sorry.

Unless she's an old witch,
in which case, I agree with you.

What's she like?

Order dessert. I'm paying.

- Tell me, doctor.
- Marchie.

Bring us...
Do you want a baba?

Two babas.

- See you liked it.
- It was great.

Well..

Excuse me, but I'm going to bed.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Give Mum a kiss.
- Good night, Mum.

My wife used
to do the same thing.

She used to?
Your wife is gone too?

No, I mean, she's still here.

But you're right.

It's as if she were gone.

My firstborn son,

was a policeman like me.

And he was killed.

Oh no!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry to share this with you,
it's just I really feel...

as if I've known you
for a long time.

- But perhaps I shouldn't...
- No, no, Raffaele.

You can tell me anything.

My wife can barely talk,

can barely breathe.

And neither can I.

I can't get over the pain.

But we've got four children
and life has to go on, right?

But in the Maione household,

time stands still.

No... Tonino, no!

Dad, Dad!

You're not having
your coffee substitute?

Of course I'll drink some.

When have I ever not drunk it?

You didn't even look at
last night's dinner.

I got home late.

Since when does getting home late
make you-not hungry?

I had a little snack
at the station.

Careful, -Raffaele. You'll destroy
your health with all these snacks.

Goodness, Inspector.
I'm so sorry.

Not just for the investigation,
for those poor women too.

So am I.

Come in.

Sergeant, may we come in?
We need to speak to the Inspector.

Mrs lodice, have a seat.

Tell me.

You seem like
a good person to me,

and I have to defend
my husband's name.

So I want to tell you
everything I know.

Believe me,
Tonino didn't kill anyone.

Madam, we can only believe
the results of the investigation,

but I can assure you
we'll proceed with the utmost care.

It's lodice's promissory note.
It's bloodstained.

I found it on him
the evening Calise was killed.

I knew he'd been to see her,
even if he wouldn't tell me.

So you knew he'd borrowed money?

Our savings and the money
from selling the cart wasn't enough.

Before opening the restaurant,
he was always smiling,

then he stopped smiling.
Maybe that's why people didn't come.

People don't eat
where people don't smile.

But it wasn't him Inspector,
and you know that.

He found her dead.
He took the promissory note and left.

No, madam. I know nothing.

But I'll do everything
to find out the truth.

Thank you for coming to us.
But you need to know that,

right now, your husband

is the prime suspect.

God is not a merchant
who pays on Saturday.

Raffaele, what does that mean?

It means sooner or later
you pay for what you do.

Sorry, Inspector,
I forget you're not Neapolitan.

It's an old Neapolitan proverb
which means that if you do something,

God will punish or reward you
whenever he wants.

There's no specific deadline,
like with men's debts.

Inspector, Deputy Garzo has arrived
and wants to see you immediately.

- Raffaele, shall we?
- Don't know.

- Sergeant, do me a favour. Come on.
- Let's do him a favour.

- Follow me.
- Ponte...

Go on, Ponte.
We know the way.

- Go on.
- Thank you. Thank you.

Certainly.

Yes.

Yes, yes.

I'll be there.

Well done, Ricciardi,
another quick success.

Even in the age
of order and wellbeing,

if madmen still exist
to create disorder,

we're here to put things right.

That's what I just heard
from Rome.

I'm sorry, sir,
but the case is not closed.

What do you mean?
This lodice, the murderer...

It was him.

His conscience got
the best of him. It's clear.

He didn't confess.
We cannot be certain.

Plus we still need
to continue our interrogations.

Interrogations.

I heard you summoned the wife
of Serra d'Arpaja, the lawyer.

He phoned me.
He was worried.

I would avoid friction,
especially considering the fact

that dragging out the investigation
seems to be a formality.

Sir, I thought it was our duty
to search for the truth.

It'd be strange for the police
to cancel an interrogation.

I'd be forced
to add it to my report, right?

Do you think
I could block an investigation?

I’m just trying to maintain
a level of discretion.

So the woman in question won't come
down to the station. You'll go to her.

By car, so people don't see you
approach on foot.

By car.

You know, I realised last night
you were smiling purely out of duty.

What, not even a reception with
the Mussolinis can distract you now?

I know Edda's in China, but...

It's not about Edda.

Although I really do miss her.

It's just my mind is elsewhere.

It’s normal, Livia.

You've been widowed for a month.

The truth is, I think it's time
to leave my old life behind me,

with all its pain.

You carry the death of a child
with you forever.

But maybe with someone who's
sensitive enough to understand it,

I could learn to live with it.

- Start living again.
- Of course.

You're young, beautiful, talented.
You have to start living again!

Go on holiday, to a resort.

And when you get back, you'll find
the. person you're looking for.

- A resort?
- Yes.

- Hello. The Serra d'Arpajas?
- Third floor.

Thank you.

Madam, let's talk about
your relationship with Mrs Calise.

I know
you were a client of hers.

I went there a few times.

And what did you talk about?

The dialogues between my wife and
Calise are not pertinent to the case.

Sir, I permitted you to be here,

but leave us to decide
what is pertinent and what is not.

Answer, please, madam.
What did you talk about?

Everything. I liked her.

I didn't have to think.
She answered all my doubts.

And lately,
have you been visiting her often?

Inspector,
my wife said "a few times".

It's an expression
that implies it was occasional.

It does not mean "often".

In this notebook,
Calise's appointment book,

your wife's name appears
116 times in a year.

I think it's fair to say "often".

I used to go there, l-told you.

Good. And since
you went there often,

did Calise ever confide in you?
Did she mention anyone?

Did she ever seem
worried about anything?

No, Inspector.
She'd just read my cards.

She told me what would happen,
and she was never wrong.

Never.

Raffaele, we need to dig deeper
into the lady's business.

I don't understand why you didn't,
with all due respect.

It was pointless. Her husband
was leading the interrogation.

I understood
that the lady is unhappy.

Couldn't she have started,
killing old ladies out of boredom?

We know that she was
her most regular client

and that Calise told her future
without ever being wrong.

Even if she knew her well,
she must have had an informant.

But we know
it wasn't Nunzia Petrone.

Who, then?

How about this?
I'll walk back,

and you stay here to inquire
about Emma Serra d'Arpaja’s life.

- Want to know everything about her.
- I'll buy the doorman a beer.

- What a nice car!
- You can say that again.

- This car's made history.
- Is it yours?

I wish!

You know you were
already dead on the ground.

You know you were
already dead on the ground.

You know you were
already dead on the ground.

You know you were
already dead on the ground.

Hi, Filomena.
Did you miss me?

I had to go to Sorrento
for a few days.

You know,
your Luigi is an important man.

Important for whom?

You know I love it when you're rude!
Let me in, your son's not home.

Are you happy now?

What? You don't want
to come in now?

Are you going to
get home late every night?

You know that with an investigation
ongoing, there are no set hours.

You used to let me know
when you'd be late.

You'd send someone
from the station,

or you'd call the lady on the 4th floor.
You'd always find a way.

You're right. Before.

- But before what?
- Again! Stop it.

Before Luca died.

There was a before
and there's an after.

Our life used to be one way,
then it changed forever.

But it's still life, Lucia.
Life!

- And we have to live it.
- Oh, yeah? Then listen to me.

The next time you're late
and don't tell me, you're dead, OK?

Go and shower before you eat.

You smell of beer.
At least it's not onions you smell of.

It took three beers to make
the Serras' driver talk,

but I got two very important
pieces of information.

Which one first, Inspector?
- Don't know, Maione. You choose.

I'll start with the juicier one,
then the more important one.

The lady has a relationship
with a theatre actor.

Everyone knows. The husband too,
according to the doorman.

But he says nothing.
The actor's in a variety show.

She goes to see it
three or four times a week.

Without her husband, obviously.
Or rather, she used to go.

Apparently,
she hasn't been for a few days.

You've got an even more important
piece of information?

I should send you around
more often.

I found out who Calise's informant
about Emma's personal life is.

A female informant.

Who is it?

Inspector, there's a young lady
waiting for you in your office.

- What young lady?
- Don't know her name.

She said you met once
and she'll only speak to you.

All right.

Yes, I've just read it.

Good morning, Inspector.

- Inspector, it's her.
- No.

I was about to tell you.

Calise's informant, Serras' maid.

The doorman says the lady here
took the tram to Calise every day.

He knows because
he was the one to tell her

which tram to take
the first time.

Good morning, miss.
What did you want to talk to me about?

My name is Teresa Scognamiglio.

Carmela Calise was my aunt,

on my mother's side.

It took me a long time to come,
and I'm sure I'll lose my job,

but I couldn't
keep quiet anymore.

These shoes belong to my master,
Mr Serra d'Arpaja.

And my aunt's blood is on them.

In my village, people said
terrible things about my aunt,

because she left home
when she was still a spinster.

I'd never met her. It all happened
when I was just a baby.

When I came to Naples,
I looked her up. I was curious.

All I had was an address.

When I found her,
she told me all about the cards

and how she could
read the future.

She told you all about the scam
without even knowing you?

She knew I admired her.

She'd made a fortune taking
advantage of rich people's naivety.

And that seemed incredible to me.

So you told her
about Mrs Serra d'Arpaja.

I told her where to meet her.

My mistress told me
she'd met a fortune teller.

I started telling my aunt
everything the lady did,

then, at one point,
it was no longer necessary.

My aunt gave me a little money
and I was happy.

And her husband?

Did he know
his wife was seeing a fortune teller?

Yes, but he'd always pretend
he knew nothing. About the rest too.

For example,
his wife's relationship with an actor.

See, even you know about it!

I don't know what happened next.

She suddenly
became sad, desperate.

Her room was a mess,

vomit stains all over the place,
and there was...

- Vomit?
- Yes.

She drinks.

Everything changed.

Even her husband
has stopped pretending.

One evening, I heard
the two of them fighting.

He said if she didn't stop
seeing that old lady,

he'd find a way to shut her up.

WOMAN DEAD IN SANITA

In fact..

All right, miss.
That's a motive.

But Mr Serra d'Arpaja says
that when Calise was killed,

he was at dinner
at the prefect's.

I don't know about that,
but I know what time he came home.

It was late at night,
and he was dirty and dishevelled.

When I saw him in the hallway, he said
not to tell anyone I'd seen him.

He was wearing
these shoes, Inspector.

Who's going to tell Garzo?

It might not have been him.

Sir, the maid even brought
his bloody shoes.

But she didn't see
the Serra d'Arpaja kill Calise.

A pair of dirty shoes
cannot prove a murder.

It could be a dead dog's blood.

But there's a motive.

The dinner at the prefect's could have
been over by the time of the murder.

Listen.

We've got a servant who's accusing
a respectable man of law.

And we have a man in debt,

whose suicide
is basically a confession.

Who do you think
the court will believe?

That's true, sir.

So what do you intend to do?

Me?

What do I have to do with it?

It's your investigation, you have to
tell me what you intend to do.

You're right.

If I'm so insistent on verifying
Teresa Scognamiglio's statement,

it's to stop the police
from embarrassing ourselves.

I just need a few days
to investigate.

You have one day, Ricciardi.

I want someone charged
by tomorrow, clear?

Certainly.

How is it possible?
How can he be so dumb?

As if investigations
have a precise deadline!

And right now, when we could
finally clear lodice's name.

Garzo's right
about Serra d'Arpaja.

Those clues are useless in court
without evidence.

If we don't find any,
things will stay as they are.

At least we've got an extra day.
Let's try to make it count.

Have you ever thought about
everything you can see from a window?

You can see life, death.

Watching without intervening.

So who's the man who watches?

Not lodice, because he's dead.

Not Serra d'Arpaja,
because otherwise...

Sorry, Inspector. Maybe
I didn't understand what you mean.

The man who watches
doesn't live.

He can only watch
other people's lives unfurling

and live through them.

What can you take from the man
watching from the window?

The window.

Sorry, Inspector,

are you talking about yourself?

Get me the Serra d'Arpaja house,
please.

Miss?

You don't live here.

Aren't you Maria's daughter?

- Yes.
- Are you looking for someone?

No, I was just lost in thought.

- Was looking at the cart.
- It's pretty, isn't it?

Very!

Goodbye.

The cart..

I know your husband went
to Calise's the night she died.

Who told you
he went to Calise's?

We...

argued a while ago.

I told him
I wanted to leave him.

It's true I blamed the fortune teller,
but he doesn't have the guts.

Maybe he found the courage once
he realised he might lose you forever.

I know you have
another man, an actor.

Attilio.

I told him everything.

Even that I’m pregnant.

That's the only thing
Calise could not foresee.

- Had to tell her.
- Had to? Who forced you to?

Inspector, laugh if you like,

but I had to, because
only she could tell me what to do.

So Calise ordered you
to leave your husband?

No, that's the crazy thing.

She pushed me towards Attilio.

The cards said
we were destined for each other

and I should leave with him.

Everything was ready.
Money, documents,

is child in my worn

But then the cards said
I shouldn't ever see him again.

Why not?

Cards don't give reasons.
They show you the path.

So I did what I had to,

and I bid him farewell.

Does he know?

Does he know the cards brought you
together and then separated you?

No, Inspector.
I might be mad, but I'm not stupid.

I told myself so many time’s that
my behaviour might be absurd, childish.

But you must never show yourself
to be ridiculous to the man you love.

Now that Calise's gone and
she can no longer tell you what to do,

haven't you changed your mind?

Inspector,

the cards spoke through her,
but they're not her.

It's the souls of the dead
talking to you,

and if you don't listen to them,

terrible tragedy will befall you
and those you love.

Isn't it already
a terrible tragedy

to give up on love?

You're right, Inspector.

I wasn't afraid for myself,

but for my child.

Ever since it's been
inside of me, it's become...

the most important thing
I've ever had.

I gave it up for my baby.

Inspector, why didn't you tell her
that Calise was a swindler?

I don't know, Raffaele. I guess
because there's a child involved.

I want to be sure
about the murderer,

before telling her anything
that could send her spiralling.

- Still think it was the husband.
- Then let's find the evidence,

so she’ll have one more reason
to go back to her love

and live happily ever after.

Until then, we don't have the right
to decide her destiny.

Just as the cards and Calise,
God bless her soul, didn't.

You're right. But what can we do?
We don't have time.

- Chiara wait for the music to start!
- I'm sorry.

What's going on?

- Who are you?
- Police.

We're looking for
Mr Attilio Romor, the actor.

- Where can we find him?
- He's right here.

We rehearse every afternoon.

Attilio!
Yes?

- Has he done something?
- We just have some questions.

- Excuse me.
- Go ahead.

Hold this.

One, two, three and down...

For once, someone's looking for you
who's not in a skirt.

- Good evening, Mr Romor.
- Good evening.

This is Inspector Ricciardi.
I'm Sergeant Maione.

We have some questions about your
relationship with Mrs Serra d'Arpaja.

Why, has it become a crime?

We're investigating the murder
of a fortune teller the woman saw.

I didn't know
Emma saw a fortune teller.

It's true, we have a relationship.
We’re going to live together soon.

If you need to know
anything, just ask.

Actually, the lady mentioned
she'd told you that she was planning

not to see you anymore.

Sergeant, I know my Emma.

Faced with such an important decision,
it's natural she was a bit hesitant.

But I think it was her husband
who influenced her.

He even came to threaten me
and offered me money.

But I can't be bought.

Actually, I'm sure tonight Emma
will pick me up just as we agreed.

Tonight?

It's the last performance,
then we're leaving.

Inspector!

You were right, the lady had a car
ready to go to the theatre.

It's her last chance to see him.
I knew she couldn't resist.

Her husband also reserved
a box at the theatre,

unbeknownst to his wife.

Inspector, are we sure
he's not enjoying this

and wants a showdown?

Hopefully not.

In any case,
we're going to the theatre.

Prepare a plainclothes squad.

Go home, get changed and rest up,
because tonight we're going all in.

- We won't tell Garzo anything.
- Inspector, are you sure?

He was very clear about
not doing anything with the Serras.

If we tell him, he'll stop us.
We'll deal with him afterwards.

See you there.
I've got an idea.

Come in.

- Raffaele, good evening.
- Good evening, Filomena.

Come on in.

I need 5 minutes to talk to you.

Sure.

Filomena.

Over these past few days,

you've become a good friend.

But, you see...

I'm a policeman.

And I can't live knowing
that a crime has gone unsolved.

Whoever did this could come back,
with worse intentions.

Raffaele.

To me, you're something new.

Because you can see
the woman I really am.

You say we're friends,

but there are things
you can't even tell your friends.

Between friends..

A shadow like this?

Fine.

Then I'm talking to my friend.

But my friend has to promise me
that this won't leave the house.

I promise.

It was my son.

Why?

Because I've never been free.

Even when my husband was alive.

There was always someone trying
to lay a hand on me or gossiping.

Even more so
since I've been alone with Gaetano.

I really didn't know what to do.

Then one day, I remembered

when I was a child.

My father had a garden,

and there was a fox
in this garden.

So my father put out
a bunch of traps,

and one morning we woke up,

and you know
what we found inside a trap?

A paw.

The fox had ripped off its paw
to get back its freedom.

I had to do the same thing.

I had to rip off a paw,

because nobody wants
a deformed woman.

But I couldn't do it.
I was there,

with this knife in my hand,
and I was crying, crying.

Gaetano was crying too.

But then he took the knife

and he freed me.

Have you made Genovese pasta?

So you'll learn that
you can only eat onions at home.

What are you doing here
so early?

It's just that
I'm going to be home late tonight.

So I stopped by to tell you.

You're so beautiful, Lucia.

You're really beautiful.

You're my whole life.

You were right, Raffaele.

Spring is here.

- Thank you, madam. Come again.
- Goodbye.

Dad, if we're done here,
I'll go home.

Enrica, listen.

About what you were telling me...

I mean, that thing
about not finding love.

Were you referring
to anyone in particular?

Is that why you went
to that fortune teller?

- Dad, please.
- You can tell me, you know that.

No, don't worry, there's no one.

Besides, even if there were,
it’d be pointless talking about it.

No.

It's never pointless.

Our feelings are important.
Yours are important to me.

You can talk to me about it
whenever you want... Or not.

Up to you.

But if something is important,

don't let it get away.

Antonietta?
What do you need her for?

She was there
when they killed Calise.

You told me she stayed there,
even after you left.

Antonietta doesn't understand.
What do you want from that poor girl?

It's worth a shot. I "guarantee you
nothing bad will happen to her.

Besides, a night at the theatre...
Perhaps it'll be fun.

LAST PERFORMANCE

I love to walk along via Toledo
and the seafront

All those handsome
young men in uniform

Who's that? Who is he?
What is he? Where is he?

Here's the handsome Fefe!

Fefe!

God is not a merchant
who pays on Saturday!

God is not a merchant
who pays on Saturday!

Who are you?
Where are you

Where are you?
What do you want from me?

Where are you?

What do you want from me?

- What do you want from me?
- Let me go!

Let me go! Let me go!

That old lady you found
was not my mother.

My mother is good.

She's always looked after me,

even when I was
in the institute.

She had to work.

She gives me everything.
She loves me.

And she always tells me
what to do.

She says not to tell anyone
I'm her son,

or people will think badly of me.

That's why I visit her at night, when
the caretaker turns out the light.

With Emma too.

She told me everything:

where to meet her,
what to tell her, everything.

She organised everything.

To steal money
and then to leave by car.

But then, one evening,

Emma suddenly said
we shouldn't see each other anymore.

I didn’t know what to say.

So that evening
I went to see my mother,

but I didn't find her.

I found an old witch who could
only talk about Emma's child.

Keep still a minute.
You're giving me a headache.

Walking bask and forth!
What do you want to tell me?

Nothing I do is any good.
What do you need? What do you want?

Mum, stop giving me orders.

- Did you tell Emma to stop seeing me?
- Yes, I did.

This child can grow up
in a rich family,

it can have a good life,
and we can't ruin that

Why, can't I become rich too?

It's not the same.
They've got an important surname.

And Emma's not just Emma anymore:
she's going to be a child's mother.

We can't touch them anymore.
Neither of them.

God is not a merchant
who pays on Saturday.

Come on!

You wretch!
Look what you've done!

What have you done?

Look what this wretch has done!
All my money on the ground!

Look what you've done

That's enough!

And you come and tell me
that's my mother?

No.

That's the old witch.

So I drove her out of my mother.
I smashed open her head.

No, don't worry.

When my mother comes back,
everything will be fine.

She is blood of my blood!

Come on!

Move.

Come on, you lowlife.

Inspector.

I have to thank you, because
you went all out to find the truth,

without letting anyone
influence you, not even me.

I staged
that whole ridiculous thing.

I went to Calise's house that evening,
planning to do who knows what.

But I found her there dead
and I got scared.

I'd made up my mind:

I'd take my life tonight
if Emma chose him.

But thanks to you,

Emma's realised she'd been blinded
by that madman and that fraudster.

And I've understood
that it's up to me

to get my life and
my marriage under control.

Thank you.

Sir! You see?
The pizza chef was innocent.

We have to thank
Mr Serra d'Arpaja and his wife,

who came to the theatre to help
pinpoint the guilty party.

No, I'm the one
who should thank you.

Congratulations, Deputy Garzo,
for your team's efficiency.

My duty, sir, my duty.

May I?

How come we never meet?
Don't you go to the club on Tuesdays?

Nice move.
Thank you, Maione.

It's nothing, Inspector.

I’m sorry to see you
like this recently, Inspector.

Not even solving a case and arresting
a crazy criminal can make you smile.

Can I ask you
a personal question?

Is it about the window?

Try to get some sleep,
we're both tired.

- Hope I can sleep too.
- Keep it open.

The window, I mean.

Spring is here, Inspector.

You never know.

Good night.

No, I can't waste any more time.

In fact, I've decided
to take your advice.

I'm going
to a resort this summer.

No, it's already organised.

If things go the way as planned,
it might be a long stay at the resort.

My sensitive man?

He's the one I'm going to.

Even if he doesn't know it yet.