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INSPECTOR RICCIARDI

What did you find down here?

Let go!

- Show me!
- What happened, Amedeo?

Can't you breathe?

Stop.

How disgusting. Hold still!

Amedeo, stop

You're killing him!

You're telling me I should stop?
When I'm done with him, it's your turn.

If you kill him,
we'll lose lots of things.

He's scared enough now.

The stutterer
won't hide anything else down there.

Look here.

It's full of mould.
It's been eaten by cockroaches.

Gross.

Cockroaches like you!

You know what I do to cockroaches?
I crush them on the ground,

under my feet.

Dear miss.

Please allow me to write to you
so I won't give the impression

of being a bad-mannered person,

who dares be so brazen
as to greet you from the window.

My name is
Luigi Alfredo Ricciardi.

This short letter's only intent
is to ensure

that my greetings
are not bothersome

when I occasionally
see you from afar.

- Darling, is the coffee ready?
- Yes, Dad. Did you smell it?

What is it?

You're so beautiful
when you smile.

Pour the coffee.

THE DAY OF THE DEAD

I got him!

Tette!

Tette, come here. Let's give
some poison to your little mutt too.

No... no.

- What are you saying?
- Are you an idiot?

Speak, stutterer!
I don't understand you.

Do you want the poison?

Give me the dog then.

We'll make him taste it
and see what happens.

Don't bother with that yucky dog!
What if he bites?

- And if it has rabies?
- You think he bites?

I think so.

Then we'll do it this way:
you give him the poison.

He won't bite you.

- What are you doing?
- You let him run away?

It's too bad for you now.

Hello?

Hi. How are you?

No, it's no bother.
I'm glad to hear from you.

Naples? It's beautiful.

Yes.

You heard?

Of course. I had to organise
a reception for Edda.

Especially if she comes
to visit Naples with her father.

No. You mustn't worry about that,
you'll be my guest.

It'll be a chance for us all
to finally be together.

And to introduce you

to a dear friend.

Inspector.

Of course something had to
happen right at the end of the shift.

What happened?

A phone call from
Tondo di Capodimonte.

But I couldn't understand much.

Let's go.

Leave it.

Madam, I'll get it.

- Thanks. Very kind of you.
- Give it to me.

I have to buy bread.

It's all wet. This awful rain.

- After you.
- Thank you.

I bet we'd have visitors
even at this hour.

Let the Inspector through.
Make way.

This way, Inspector.

Back up, please.

- What happened?
- A little boy was killed.

That lady down there found him,
the one with the goat.

Camarda, call the hospital,
we need the doctor.

Yes, Sergeant.

Inspector.

The lady found the boy.

She stopped a passer-by
and they called the police.

You can go, madam.
We'll call if we need you. Thank you.

I called Dr Modo.
He's on his way.

We should call the family.

See how he's dressed?

He was a pauper who sleeps
on the street, like so many.

A poor wretch,
alone in the world.

- Poor thing.
- Look.

He had a friend.
Too bad he can't tell us anything.

What are you looking for,
Inspector?

I don't know, Raffaele.

Anything that can help us
find out what happened.

What's there to find out,
Inspector?

Without a home,
without food, in this cold...

He must have died
a natural death.

If the death of a child
can be called natural...

Please come in.

How rude of me.
I didn't even ask your name.

- Enrica.
- Lovely name.

Come in.
It was very kind of you

to help me with these bags,
the stairs...

I'm getting old and it's getting
more and more difficult for me.

Give me that.
Here.

Take off your coat in the meantime.
I'll make a nice coffee.

Have a seat.
Make yourself at home.

- I don't want to be a bother, madam.
- You aren't a bother.

I'm always alone.

It's a pleasure for me,
I can chat with someone.

Especially with a pretty young lady
like you! Who could be happier?

We need some youth
in this house.

I'm always alone in the kitchen.

- Poor thing.
- What can you tell me?

There are bruises.
These are bums.

But it's old stuff.
That's not it.

- I'd say it wasn't a violent death.
- So I imagined.

Oh, yes?

- Are you a coroner too?
- What else can you tell me?

He died last night. He's been
in that position a long time,

but it's difficult to specify.
It was too cold, too much rain.

So undernourished,
dressed in rags. Poor kid.

In this weather, a cold
becomes pneumonia in an instant.

I'd say it's
cardio-circulatory arrest,

probably due to poverty,
malnutrition, abandonment.

And to think there's someone who says
he's done away with these things!

Lower your voice.

- I'd better go back to the hospital.
- Bruno, do me a favour, please.

Have him taken to the hospital,
not the cemetery.

- I want to know exactly how he died.
- I already told you.

- Why desecrate a child's body?
- Bruno, do it for me.

Miss, what do you do?

Do you keep house?
Study? Work?

I have a teaching diploma.

I give private lessons
to children in my home.

But I also help in the house.
I like to cook.

I see you from
the window sometimes.

Do you?

And my master sees you too!

- And you see him. I know.
- Yes.

In the evening, he can't wait

to go to his room
and stare at you.

I just want
what's good for my master.

I don't know what you say..
It's true.

I also know he wrote you
a letter, right?

Yes. He asked me
if I mind that we greet each other.

Miss, I've known him
since he was little.

He's a bit shy.

If he wrote to you,
it means it's very important!

You think so?
Yes.

I'm shy too.

- What do you think I should do?
- You should reply to him.

Write him a nice letter

and say that you're happy
to say hello to him too.

Miss, I...

I can't bear the thought
that one day I won't be here

and my master will be alone.

- You'll live a hundred years.

I'm telling you that.
And we'll be very good friends!

- Are you familiar with Cilento food?
- No. But...

I'll teach you!

The Inspector loves those dishes.

Let's start
with a nice chickpea soup.

Let's go. Goodness me.

Check if the boy had relatives.
Thank you.

Here.

See if anyone can tell us anything
about him. Name and surname...

Inspector, if Garzo finds out
you ordered a post-mortem on the boy,

he'll be furious.

Right now that the Duce
is coming to Naples...

You know who's organising
the reception for the Duce?

Mrs Livia Vezzi.

Garzo will try to bury
all the city’s problems.

Yeah, right.

Anyway, Inspector,

- I have a serious problem.
- What is it?

- My son Giovanni.
- What's up with him?

He insists on becoming
a policeman.

I don't know
how to tell my wife Lucia.

Don't tell Lucia anything.

Explain to your son that he should be
an inspector, not a policeman.

To become an inspector,
he has to study.

- You think so?
- I do.

Then as the years pass,
perhaps he'll have second thoughts.

But in the meantime,
he's been studying. Right, Raffaele?

THE ARMED FORCES OF THE NATION MARCH
BEFORE THE KING AND THE ROYAL GUESTS

Dad?
Yes?

- Have you talked to Mum?
- First concentrate on your studies.

- Why, Dad?
- Because you should be an inspector.

I want to be
a policeman like you.

- Why is being an inspector better?
- The truth?

These days only inspectors are hired.
There are too many policemen.

Inspector.

Hey, what are you two
talking about?

Lucia..

Giovanni needs a coat.

A coat?

It's cold.

All right. We'll get one.

But please,
not an expensive one.

Raffaele..

We have Luca's.

It's new.

- Is everything all right, darling?
- Yes, Dad.

You're looking cheerful.
You're more serene lately.

What do we owe that to?

All right, I'll let you finish.

Tonight there's
a special chickpea soup.

It was made with lots of love.

- With lots of love.
- I'm coming.

Love..

Come in.

Inspector, there's a priest here
who knows something about the boy.

- Let him in.
- This way.

Father...?

I'm a parish priest,
Father Antonio Mansi.

Have a seat.

What can we do for you?

I heard that a little boy
was found dead in Capodimonte.

I thought he could be
one of mine.

One of yours?

In church we house
some of the neighbourhood orphans.

They sleep in a building
behind the rectory.

Matteo is the youngest.

He's always been there, until the day
before yesterday, and I'm worried.

You just thought about it
this morning, after 2 days?

Inspector,
we’re not a boarding school.

Kids come and go.
They rarely come and thank us.

I do it for the glory of God,
not to receive gratitude.

What makes you so sure that it's..

- What's the little boy's name?
- His name is Matteo.

Matteo Diotallevi.

We give them a surname
even when they don't have one.

I thought
it could be him because..

Until the other day, as I was saying,
he's always been there.

All right,
we'll proceed with the identification.

- Come with us to the hospital.
- To the hospital?

Then he's not dead.

Maybe you meant the cemetery?

No. The boy is at the hospital.

I asked the coroner to examine
the body to find the cause of death.

Have a car prepared, Maione.

Inspector, the cars are being cleaned
for the Dace's visit.

I think that once again...

Please follow us.

I'm ready.

It's him.

It's Matteo.

What did you do to him?

It's carnage!

We did our job to find out
how the boy died.

The person taking care of him
didn't do his job!

If orphans are out on the streets,
it's not our problem.

What you did
to the corpse of this boy

is brutal!

I personally requested it,
Father Antonio.

I'll protest directly
to the Church.

Why did you have him come?
Don't you know priests bring bad luck?

- Did you find anything out?
- Yes.

Death by poisoning.

He had convulsions.
All the signs are there.

The bone marrow and the meninges
were full of blood.

I think he swallowed rat poison.

- Are you sure?
- Yes. A very painful death.

But accidental.

How can you say
it was accidental?

There were no signs of force.
He voluntarily swallowed the poison.

Somewhere else.

That's why I don't see you, child.
You died somewhere else.

Sir, I apologise for the bother.

Inspector Ricciardi
would like to speak to you.

-Let him in.
- Sergeant Maione is also here. I...

Sir.

Inspector, to what do I owe
the pleasure? I don't have much time.

The Duce is coming
and everything must be in order.

Sir, I'd like to talk to you
about a case I'm working on.

A case?
I'm not aware of one.

- I have all the reports here...
- It's about a young boy found dead.

Yes, I understand.

But I don't understand.
Wasn't he an orphan?

Where was it? Here.

"Intake of poison,
accidental death."

Modo wrote this, your friend.

Of course, but I'd like to check
how the poison was swallowed,

to prevent it
from happening to others.

The medical report is clear.
Accidental death.

So the case is closed.

Very well, sir.

Since it's such a quiet period,

can I take some time off? I've
accumulated a lot of holiday time.

To do what,
to investigate on your own?

I know you well.

Actually, Vezzi's widow asked me
to help her organise a reception

to welcome the Duce
and his daughter Edda.

Are you familiar
with the guest list?

Sadly, not yet. And since
I won't be able to help her...

Who says you can't?

In this case, you can take
as much holiday as you want.

And give my best regards
to the illustrious lady.

- She'll probably invite me.
- Yes, sir.

- Sir, I'd also like a week off...
- Forget it.

- Maione, the Duce is coming.
- Yes, but...

You're right, sir.

- Have a good day.
- Have a good day.

Inspector, I'm sorry I wasn’t able
to take time off to help you.

Don't worry, Maione.

Since you have to stay,
keep an eye on things.

See if the Church objects.
Watch my back.

Of course. Why do you want
to investigate this matter?

It seems like
a clear-cut case to me.

I don't know, something tells me
to get to the bottom of it.

Good morning. Sergeant.

Good morning, madam. I apologise
I didn't greet you right away,

but we're not used to"
being in the presence of beauty here.

How kind of you.

If you weren't a married man,
I'd court you.

Madam, with your permission.

Inspector.

Ricciardi, please. Less enthusiasm.
You're embarrassing me.

I wasn't expecting you, Livia.

Why are you here?

I did some shopping -
in the beautiful stores of this city.

I was so happy that I thought:

"I'll go and get a shot of sadness
from Inspector Ricciardi."

I would've called you.

I used your name
without asking permission.

Just now..

Mrs Vezzi... Lucani.
What an honour to have you here.

As soon as I heard, I rushed here
to pay my respects to you

and confirm to our dear friend,
Inspector Ricciardi,

the time off he requested
so he could help you

organise the reception
the city is anxiously waiting for.

Thank you, Deputy Chief.

In truth, the Inspector
would hate to miss work,

but I insisted.

It's an important reception.

Our beloved Duce will be there
with his daughter Edda.

I'll be happy
if you and your wife come too.

I can't tell you how grateful
my wife and I are

for this much appreciated invitation.

If you don't mind,
I'll be on my way.

- I'll talk to you later.
- Thank you.

- If I may...
- Madam.

My things.

Don't take my things!

My things.

Don't take my things.

My things.
Don't take my things.

Inspector.

I'm not here officially.

There's no investigation underway,
Father Antonio.

I'm just trying to find out
how it was possible

for something so terrible
to happen to poor Matteo,

- so that it won't happen again.
- What can I do to help you?

I'd like to see
where the boy lived,

talk to some of his friends.

I don't know if any of our orphans
are still here at this hour.

If you give me a minute,
I'll run an errand and let you know.

Thank you.

- Inspector. Couldn't you wait?
- Excuse me, Father Antonio.

I was just taking a look.

Yes, but don't take advantage
of my kindness.

Is this where the boys stay?

I know what you're thinking.
We can’t offer them more than this.

We depend on the help
of charitable ladies or the flock.

This is Cristiano.
Ask him anything.

But please,
don't take advantage.

He must tidy up the dormitory,
and I must say mass.

In that case,
I won't keep you longer.

Let me speak with Cristiano.
We'll be quick.

Father Antonio.

Father Antonio,
they're waiting for you for mass.

I'm coming.

Please, be quick.

You sleep here too?

There.

Which one was Matteo's bed?

Tette was here.

Tette? You called him that?

Yes, Tette. Because...

he didn't speak well. He stuttered.

- These are the lady's gifts.
- What lady?

One of the charitable ladies
brought it.

Tette was her favourite.
She gave him lots of presents.

But it was pointless.
The others took them immediately.

Who took them?

The others that sleep here.
They never left him alone.

They always harassed him.

I felt sorry for him,
but what could I do?

- And then?
- Then one morning...

We were here,
we'd just woken up.

Everybody here!

Come here.

Three apples are missing.

Do you understand?

Someone stole three apples
from the pantry. Three.

I counted them.

I want to know just one thing:
who stole them?

Who was it?

If the culprit owns up,
only he will pay for it,

because he stole
in the house of God.

It's a mortal sin!

Otherwise, you'll all pay
and you'll all go to hell,

as you deserve.

Is that clear?
I want to know who did it.

Father Antonio.

I'm not a telltale,
but I don't want to go to hell.

Well?

- It was the stutterer.
- I didn't...

He ate all three of them
last night. I saw him.

No, no...

You know what happens
to those who accuse unjustly?

Do you know?

I... no...

No, I...

You? You're the luckiest one here
and you steal?

People shower you with gifts!

No, no!

No!

He locked him in here
to punish him?

When he punishes us,
he locks us in here.

Tette was the one
who was put here the most.

He could have found the poison here
and swallowed it without realising.

Inspector, they don't even spend money
for rat poison here.

Where do you think
Tette found the poison?

I don't know.

Cristiano.

Will you help me or do I have to
take you to the police station?

Let's go, Inspector.

- Inspector.
- I'm coming.

Quick.

The food storeroom is over there.

We sometimes come here
and steal something.

- How do you get inside?
- Inspector...

Just a second.

You see, Inspector?
There are rats here.

And poison too.

POISON
100 PILLS

Tette was stupid.

He might have eaten it
without knowing what it was.

Tette didn't die here either.

Who's there?

Thief!
I finally caught you

- You'll stop eating behind my back.
- Stop! Police.

Police?

If you’re a policeman, what are you
doing in here with a thief?

You're right. Sorry about breaking in
like that, I'm investigating.

Inspector Ricciardi.
Name and surname?

My name is Vincenzo Lotti.

You mean you finally
found the thieves?

I don't know how they get in here.
They slip under doors like rats.

Speaking of rats, Mr Lotti,
do you use rat poison in here?

Yes, Inspector.

Do you know that
a boy died from rat poison?

I buy the poison at the pharmacy.
I have nothing to do with it.

Everything is legal. I have
the prescription. I'll get it for you.

No need.
Where do you put the poison?

Only where it's needed,
Inspector, I swear.

If someone ate it by mistake,
it's not my fault.

You mustn't come in here.

You mustn't come in here!

You must stop that.

I know, Inspector.
What can we do?

We don't eat this stuff.

- We sell it to make money.
- But you must stop.

Inspector,
we're not all like Tette.

He had a lady who gave him
presents every Thursday.

On Thursday? Why?

The charitable ladies.

They come to church every Thursday
and bring things.

- Tomorrow is Thursday.
- I hope so.

- How's the apple?
- Good.

Eat it.

You never bring a hat or umbrella.
Look how wet you are.

Give that to me.

Go and get changed,
or you'll get sick.

Give me the jacket too.

All wet, look.

Rosa.

I was very lucky to have you
when I was a little boy.

I realise that
now more than ever.

Thank you.

Get changed, even if
you're not a little boy anymore.

You need the patience of a saint!

If he gets sick,
who will take care of him?

Rosa, always me!

Madam, excuse me.

Mr Falco is here to see you.

I know why he's here.

- Let him in. I'll be right there.
- Very well.

It's a pleasure
to see you again, Mrs Lucani.

Here's the guest list.

Please explain why
you're making this request.

Of course.
The villa offers maximum security.

All entrances
can be easily controlled.

We must check that there are
no dissidents on the guest list,

or people who could
threaten the Duce's life.

At my reception?

Mrs Luciani, subversives
can hide under cover

or have reassuring identities.

Our duty is to find them.

- Can't that be left to the police?
- Let the police do their job.

We'll do ours.

The difference is
that we're invisible.

I see that the guest list includes
Deputy Chief of Police Garzo.

Do you suspect him too?

We checked him enough
to say he's insignificant.

I was surprised to see him here.

- We have mutual friends.
- I see. Mutual friends.

There will be mutual friends
at your party too.

You don't know them,
but you mustn't worry.

They'll blend in
and guarantee greater security.

- I can't refuse, I imagine.
- Trust me.

There's a guest
that I haven’t put on the list yet.

Inspector Luigi Alfredo Ricciardi.

He's someone
I plan on spending time with.

We know him.

May I do something
for you, madam?

Would it be possible to have more
information on Inspector Ricciardi?

- Consider it a personal favour.
- Of course.

I'll check the reports
in our archives.

You can count on me.

An official protest, understand?

From the Church!

Addressed to me,
with legal threats too!

Whose fault is it?
Yours and Ricciardi's.

You bothered Father Antonio,
despite my orders!

This is insubordination.
I'm telling you, you'll pay for this.

Sir, excuse me.

The protest regards a post-mortem
done on that poor boy.

- You knew, right?
- But besides the post-mortem?

Nothing.

Inspector Ricciardi has time off.
I'm here with you.

What could we have done?

Sir, the case is closed.

Don't worry.

We do what we can, Inspector.

I feel so sorry for these children.

Did you know Matteo well?

Not much. He was more
one of Carmen's wards than mine.

Carmen Fago.

She had a weakness
for that little boy.

Why isn't she here today?

Because of Matteo.

Carmen was very fond of him.

Today she didn't even have
the strength to get up.

Inspector, you’re still here?

- What do you want from us?
- Excuse me, Father Antonio.

I heard the charitable ladies
would be here today.

I wanted to talk to them.

Only Mrs De Nicola is here,

because we also provide
schooling to our boys.

I'm aware of that. I was about
to leave the lady to her lessons.

Thank you.

Garzo is furious, Inspector.
I've never seen him like this.

Now I know why Father Antonio
was so surprised to see me.

He probably thought
the Church would stop everything.

I'm thinking
I could do something.

I'll take sick leave,
so I can help you.

No. You stay on duty
to keep an eye on the situation.

Garzo will get suspicious
if you're on sick leave.

Garzo is busy with
the reception for the Duce.

He's distracted. Maybe that's why
he didn't call you into his office.

I think even Garzo realised
that Mrs Vezzi...

has a soft spot for you.

- There you go again.
- Inspector, it's quite clear.

Obvious. You can see it.

She's a beautiful woman,
very beautiful!

- I don't understand how you do it.
- Raffaele.

Somebody else wants
to marry me off.

Besides that,

I found out that little Tette
was an apprentice to a shopkeeper.

Find out who he is.
Then see if...

Try to find out more
about Father Antonio.

Sergeant,
your uniform is almost dry.

Thank you, Donna Rosa. I'm sorry,
I didn't want to bother you.

No bother. It's a pleasure.

- I'm always by myself. At least...
- Rosa, thank you.

- See you tonight, at the usual place.
- All right.

I checked your list.
Everything is all right.

Including your Ricciardi.

Miss.

Miss Enrica.

Come over, I'll wait for you.

You should warn your friend

to be careful
who he spends time with.

- Could you be more specific?
- Dr Modo.

We know their professions
bring them together.

Modo is a coroner.

But they've been seen together
many times after work.

Modo is under surveillance.

He’s a dissident.

- May I?
- Come in, Miss Enrica.

I brought this for you.

- My goodness, for me?
- Yes. I made it.

It smells good!
Take your coat off.

I'll bet it’s delicious.

- Let's put it in the kitchen.
- Thank you.

- Come through when you're done.

What a lovely gift!
I'm touched...

Here's everything
we know about Ricciardi.

I'll make an exception
and let you read it.

But I can't leave it with you.

FASCIST PARTY
REPORT ON INDIVIDUALS

Mr Ricciardi became an orphan
when he was 15 years old.

He was at boarding school.

After the Baroness died,
he returned home.

I brought him up like a son.

Even if he's a nobleman

and I'm just a nanny.

"He left Cilento
where he has vast landholdings

to come to Naples
to become a police inspector."

That's right, madam.

Your friend doesn't need to work.

He doesn’t care about the land.

He doesn't care about money,
he just thinks about work.

It's just him and me.
I only have him, and he...

"He only has his nanny, Vaglio Rosa,
and sees very few people.

"Among them are
Sergeant Maione and Dr Modo.

And Livia Lucani, Vezzi's widow."

You really know everything.

About him and about me.

We know everything
about everyone, madam.

I wrote him a reply.

Here it is.

You finally did.

Why do you say that?
Has something happened?

No, nothing, but you did well
in writing to him.

Don't worry. I'll give it to him
as soon as he gets here,

along with the cake.
It was delicious!

- Thank you, Rosa.
- Go on miss.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

I know Father Antonio.

He's a very good administrator
of his church.

I have the feeling that
you're not paying him a compliment.

Don't misunderstand, please!

He takes in orphans, finds jobs
for those capable of working,

receives aid from the
neighborhood’s wealthy families.

From what I saw,
they aren't very generous.

The boys live
in a terrible condition.

Father Antonio gives a lot
of that money to the Church.

What does he get out of it?

It's not what you think.
It's just a way of showing off.

We're not all perfect,
dear Inspector. Man is weak.

- In spite of the clothes he wears.
- I understand.

I must warn you
that he has powerful friends.

Be careful not to step out of line.

And don't neglect yourself.
You don't look so good.

It's just a little fever.
Don’t worry, father. It'll go away.

Sometimes I have the feeling
that the Lord chose you.

And when the Lord chooses,
it's a burden to bear.

You told me many things
about yourself.

But the pain you have inside,
that I read in your eyes,

when will you talk to me
about it?

The confessions of your flock
aren't enough?

- Thank you for? everything.
- Goodbye.

Soap maker! Good stuff!

Madam, you're beautiful!

Take this soap.
Your skin will glow like a queen's.

Some other time!

Hey, come here.

- Where's Tette?
- He's dead. You didn't know?

What are you saying?

Take me in his place.
I'll break into the houses.

Come on!

I'll show you...
What do you know about houses?

Raise your hand to him again
and you won't have a hand anymore!

Don't get the wrong idea!

I know what you're capable of.
I know you, Cosimo.

And you know me.

I didn't know Tette was dead.
I swear!

I could never hurt him.
The boy was useful to me.

People felt sorry for him
him because of his stutter.

Women open their purses
to a child like that,

and they buy
what they don't need.

Where will I find someone like him?

Let me remind you
that I know a lot about you.

More than you can imagine.

This isn’t over.

- Don't leave town. Is that clear?
- Anything you say, Sergeant.

I don't want to..

Steal anymore.

What did you say?

Father Antonio says

people who steal go to hell.

And I’m scared.

I want to go to confession.

You must do what I ask you.

And if you tell someone,
it'll end very badly for you.

Soap maker!

Soap maker! Good stuff!

That lady, from Santa Lucia,

- she had a lover.
- Really?

Everyone knew
except her husband.

- You like that one, Donna Teresa?
- Yes. I do.

Take it. It's a bargain.

I never told you about that time
they took me for an actor.

You?

- Yes, madam.
- Oh, come on!

If you like that one, get it,
because it's a real deal!

I was in Posillipo,
minding my own business.

A lady came up to me and said:

"Excuse me, are you an actor?"

Me?
You know who it was?

Next time I signal,
you go right away, got it?

Teresa doesn't stay away
from home too long.

What's wrong? Are you busy?

Don't worry.

Sergeant!
You want chestnuts?

The Sergeant likes chestnuts!

Poor thing.

It was bad enough
that everyone picked on him.

I know.

About the priest
keeping the money too?

Yes, I know that too.

Bambinella, let's make
this meeting worthwhile.

- If not, I...
- All right, I get it.

You're so demanding.

Let's see
what else I can say to you.

That the church sacristan
gets a little handsy.

- You mean that he steals?
- No, Sergeant.

His hands reach out
to places where they shouldn't.

With women
and also with some boys.

- Really?
- It's what they say.

- Very well.
- Leaving already?

- You gave me useful information.
- I haven't finished.

If you speak in instalments,
I'll take you to the station,

so you can take all the time you need!
I don't have time, is that clear?

I have a friend.

- He's a street salesman.
- You mean a pedlar!

You disdain
what you're jealous of.

This friend of mine says Tette
had a little dog, isn't that true?

That's no big discovery.

Yes, but he saw him sometimes.
And he wasn't just with the dog.

There was a man.

He was tall, very elegant.
He'd take the boy with him.

The sacristan would take him outside
the church and they'd leave together.

He says he has a lame leg.
He's crippled.

In fact, my friend thought:

"How strange, a stutterer
and a cripple. What a nice couple!"

It's useful, isn't it, Sergeant?

Tell me this will be useful
to find out who hurt that child.

Sure. It will be useful.

Why are you asking me?

I was an orphan too, Sergeant.

Without a father or mother.

Abandoned in the street,
in this city...

I know
how it feels to be nothing.

Whether you live or die,
nobody cares.

Just like Tette.

That's why I bless you if you're
trying to find out what happened.

Consider
the information I gave you

as a flower on the coffin
of that poor innocent soul.

He insisted on going out!

I can hear the coughing from here,
just imagine the state he's in!

Look at you.
Look at the state of you

Come on.

I'm heating up some chicken soup.
It'll do you good.

No, I'm not hungry.

Eat the chicken.
Your appetite will come.

There's a letter for you.

For me?

Dear sir, I'm flattered
to receive your greetings

and happy to exchange them.

Thank you for the letter
and your kind words.

I'll be waiting for you
at the window.

Sincerely yours, Enrica.

He's following me everywhere,

as if he knew I was
the last person to see his owner.

When I think of the signs of violence
on the body of that little kid...

Do you confirm that the poison
was swallowed voluntarily?

Yes, I confirm it.
A tragedy, I think.

Just as I think you should
stay at home for a while.

You risk catching bronchitis
with that cough.

Who's paying for the funeral?
It’s a first class carriage.

- I don't think it was Father Antonio.
- No, exactly.

Apparently, it was
one of the charitable ladies.

The most beautiful woman of them all.
Her name is Carmen Fago.

I can't stay for the funeral.
I'm so sorry, but I have an emergency.

- Take care.
- Bye, Bruno.

Mrs Fago.

May I?

I'm Inspector Ricciardi.

May I have a few words with you
about little Matteo?

My poor angel.

He was the child I never had,
and that I never could have.

The Lord didn't grant me the gift
of becoming a mother.

Then one year ago, I met Matteo.

Matteo didn't talk. He stuttered.

A look was enough for us
to understand each other.

Matteo, love, Come here!

We enjoyed being together so much.
I took him everywhere by car.

Is it good?

You're so handsome, my love.

A bit here...

You want it? It's yours.

All these...

are for you. All yours!

He liked being with me
and I liked being with him.

Do you have any suspects
for Matteo's death?

I just want to know
how things really went,

so it doesn't happen again.

Right.

Father Antonio doesn't care
about the boys' health.

He just thinks about money.

Forgive my sharing this with you.

On Tette's body...

Matteo...

There were signs of beatings

and some burns.

My poor angel.

I should've kept him
with me more.

- You did a lot for him.
- No.

It's never enough.

Inspector, I have everything.

Wealth, a husband who has me
living in a beautiful home...

A few years ago
we could've adopted a child,

but I didn't want to.
I committed the sin of pride.

I wanted it to be the flesh
of my flesh, understand?

It's what Bambinella said.

Now we have to find out
who the elegant, lame man is.

I'll go and talk
to the sacristan.

Poor Tette.

Aside from that lady,
may God protect her...

What life
did that poor creature have?

The lame man,
then the sacristan...

I know what you mean. Maybe
he took the poison to end his life.

Inspector,
I didn't want to say it, but...

I said it. In that case,
they’d all be guilty.

All the people
who treated him without humanity.

You think
there's just one culprit?

Inspector!

Why don't you go home, go to bed?
You've got a fever.

I'll talk to the sacristan
and the lame man.

No, you can't expose yourself.

- I'll go. I'm fine.
- Inspector, but...

It's just a little fever.
It'll pass. Bye.

Inspector.

Father Antonio isn't here.

It doesn't matter.
I was looking for you.

What have I got to do with it?

You must tell me
all you know about Tette.

What do I know?

What everybody knew.

He couldn't talk.
He was shy.

Did you use him?

- Did you sell him?
- Inspector, I...

I don't know
what you're talking about!

A tall, elegant, lame man.
Do you know him?

No, I don't.

Tell me all you know and maybe
I won't take you to the station.

Inspector, I...

If Father Antonio finds out..

Tell me everything.
It stays between the two of us.

But you have to tell me the truth,
or I swear you'll end up in jail.

A couple of weeks ago,

a man came.

As you say,
tall, elegant and lame.

So?

He asked to take Tette
to his place to talk to him.

He gave me some money.

How many times did it happen?

Three or four times, Inspector.

I led Tette outside the church
and he took him away.

I want the name of that man.

Dad, you know
I'm no good at talking.

That's why I decided
to write this message.

To thank you
for the coat you gave me

and for all that
you sacrifice for me.

I'm proud to be your son

and I hope to become
as good a policeman as you are.

Now I just have to find the courage
to deliver this message to you,

but I promise I'll do it.

I love you, paunchy.

I know why you're sad. The day
after tomorrow is the Day of the Dead.

Let's all go
and see Luca together.

All right.

That will make him happy.

Dad!

See? There's no money.

He has nothing in the bag.

- Hey!
- Are you having fun?

Are you having fun too?

It's easy to take it out on the weak.
You had fun with Tette too?

Who are you?
What do you want?

He's a policeman, can't you see?

- Then why isn't he wearing a uniform?
- Today's All Saint's Day.

What do you care
if I'm wearing a uniform?

Did you give poison to Tette?
Answer!

No, or he'd be dead.

We would've lost someone to tease
and to steal the gifts from the lady.

I know your life is a nightmare,
that they treat you badly.

You're easy prey
for many people.

But I don't understand why
you do the same to each other.

Answer! Why?

Will you answer me?

Can you answer me?

Darn you...

Anna, is everything all right?

Yes.

Many times I thought I couldn't
bring Matteo into this house.

A house full of suffering.

And now I regret
not having done it.

I imagine you're not here
to listen to my regrets.

- Would you like some coffee?
- Yes, thank you.

I found something out, madam.
Thank you.

Apparently, Matteo was seen
with a tall man, very elegant,

with a distinct limp.

A man with a limp?
Are you sure?

Yes. That's what I was told.

Edoardo Sersale,
my husband's step-brother.

- I have no doubts.
- Yes, him.

I'm happy that
you confirmed spontaneously.

He's an immoral man.

He wasted a fortune on women,
horses and gambling.

He often came asking me
for money for his debts.

I never gave it to him.

I knew my husband
didn't want that.

He would've just wasted
his family wealth.

Forgive me...

What does this have to do
with poor Matteo?

He promised revenge.
He said he'd make me pay for it.

He knew how much
I cared for Matteo.

If he did it,

with just one shot,
he took revenge on me

and stopped me
from adopting Matteo.

You mean he could've done it

to keep his part
of the inheritance intact?

Yes.

It's my fault.

It's all my fault...
It's all my fault!

- Don't move.
- What do you want?

- Stop!
- Go away.

Police! Stop!

- Is everything all right?
- Thanks. You saved me.

I'm Inspector Ricciardi.

There's a tavern there.
I need to ask you some questions.

All right.

You paid Father Antonio's sacristan
to meet the boy secretly.

You tell me what I should think.

You know that too?

Inspector, I'm a war veteran.
My leg was mutilated in combat.

I'm up to my ears
in debts and usurers, as you know.

I've made many mistakes in my life,
but I'd never hurt a little boy.

Then why did you torment him?

What did you want from him?

I just hoped to make some money.

Since my sister-in-law,
my dear Carmen,

didn't give me a cent
to pay for my debts!

Explain that.

Inspector, some time ago,

I found compromising letters
that my sister-in-law exchanged

with the doctor who cured
her husband, my step-brother.

They had a relationship.
It lasted years,

right when my brother
was losing his mind.

Go ahead.

I hoped the relationship
hadn't come to an end,

so I started following Carmen
to catch her red-handed.

So you could've blackmailed her.

What's Tette got to do with this?

While following my sister-in-law,
I saw her with the boy.

So I thought the boy was the fruit
of this secret relationship.

You thought that
you'd lose part of the inheritance.

Sure. That too.

That's why I paid the sacristan
to let me see Tette

and ask him all those questions.

I would've used this to force Carmen
to give me more money.

I would've used the boy, the letters,
and threatened to spread the word,

but I didn't give Tette the poison.
You must believe me.

I suggest
you don't leave the city.

Thank you, Inspector.

Take my advice.

Report your loan sharks.

You'll never be safe
while they're still around.

Who are you?
How did you get inside?

- Ponte, Ponte!
- Ponte isn’t here.

He was asked to leave
before my arrival.

- You are...
- The person you were waiting for.

The police station
informed you, right?

- Yes, sir.
- At ease.

- Please sit down.
- No need for me to sit down.

This meeting will remain a secret
between you and me.

Certainly, sir.

Tell me,

how is the situation in the city?

The Duce is about to arrive.

We'd like everything
to be under control.

Everything is in perfect order.

- All personnel present?
- Absolutely.

- We suspended all the holiday shifts.
- Not all of them, as we found out.

Yes, of course.
Inspector Ricciardi.

He took a couple of days off,
for an excellent reason. You know...

We know about
his relationship with Vezzi's widow.

Yes, of course.
He offered to help...

We know that too,
Deputy Chief Garzo.

We know
Inspector Ricciardi very well,

and the shady people
he associates with.

What are you saying?

I'm talking about Dr Modo.

He's a rather active dissident.
You don't know?

Me?

Of course I knew.

Indeed, I keep an eye
on the situation at all times.

Good.

I suggest
you check more closely.

You can never be too cautious.

It will be done, sir.

Why don't we go
and drink something?

At the Gambrinus.
It serves these sfogliatellas...

You know..

Sir?

I ran after you.
You were still...

Everyone chases you.

Stay with me.

God is not a merchant
who pays on Saturday.

Will have vengeance.

I ran after you.

Stay with me.

The ring...

My rage shall know no bounds.

My old paunch.

God is not a merchant
who pays on Saturday.

Will have vengeance.

Stop!

Alfredo! Alfredo!

Help!

- Quick. Help me!
- Right away, madam.

Giovanni.

Come here.

- Why?
- I said come here.

Tomorrow's the Day of the Dead."

Luca would be happy.

I don't see him..

He died.
Why don't I see him?

I don't understand.

- The dog...
- Don't worry.

- The dog.
- Don't worry. It's the fever.

Madam, Dr Mirante said to give him
one of these every 3 hours,

- and to go on with the ice packs.
- All right.

- Do you need anything else?
- No, thanks, Clara. Go to sleep.

The dog, the stairs...

My love.

Inspector.

- Good morning.
- I was hoping to find you here.

Where else would I be?

See?

My little angel rests here.

In front of my husband's
family chapel.

I didn't ask anyone
for permission. I just did it.

Madam, I met your brother-in-law.

He told me about
the letter he found

and that he could use it
to blackmail you.

I just wanted to inform you.

You're very good to me,
Inspector.

You were kind with Matteo too.
I'm just trying to help you.

I don't care
about those letters anymore.

Yes, I had a love story
with my husband's doctor.

He was married too,
unhappy like me.

It was a beautiful affair,

but it ended a long time ago.

I have nothing to be forgiven for.

Except for my cowardice,

for having waited too long
to adopt Tette,

to take him home,
to always keep him with me...

This is the only thing
I'll never forgive myself for.

Inspector-, you don't feel well?

It's just a little fever, madam.
Don't worry.

How did you get here?

I took the-tram, then I walked.

If you allow me, I'll take you back.
It's better if you don't get tired.

Thank you.

You know,
I never use the driver.

I like to drive.
It makes me feel free.

- Please.
- Thank you, madam.

I love you, you know, Mum?

You're my angel.

Thanks for the biscuits.

I love you, you know, Mum?

You’re my..

Tette loved this car.

We'd pretend that I was his driver
and he'd tell me where to go.

We laughed so much!

Thanks for the biscuits.

I love you, you know, Mum?

"Thanks for the biscuits.

I love you, Mum, you know?"

- You know everything, right?
- "You're my angel."

Matteo was really my son, the son
of a cursed and clandestine love.

I gave birth to him
far from everyone and everything.

Matteo.

His name was Matteo,
that's what I wanted to call my son.

You're my angel.

What could I do?
I went back to my usual life.

In my golden cage.

I left Matteo in the country.
A farmer raised him.

My little angel.

Then the farmer died.

I had to take Matteo
to Father Antonio.

I couldn't keep him.
I couldn't!

I couldn't.

My husband's family would've
excluded me from everything.

Me, a woman alone, with a child,
without money, without a home.

Accused by everyone
of being unfaithful.

My brother-in-law was pressuring me
with requests and threats...

He would have
found out everything.

No. I had no escape.

So I thought
I'd let destiny choose.

I made four biscuits.

Two were poisoned, two weren't.

I made them with my own hands.

Matteo loved it
when I made things myself.

They were his favourite treats.

I thought:

"If he choses
the ones without poison,

"then it's fate that we must
be together our whole lives.

And we'll fight for that.
Well do it."

No! No!
Matteo chose the poisoned ones.

Thanks for the biscuits.

I love you, you know, Mum?

He chose them and thanked me!

He thanked me before dying.

He used the same words
you just said.

Who are you people?
Who are you?

Who are you? You're the devil!
You're the devil!

You're the devil!

Inspector!

Inspector!

Inspector!

Inspector!

My goodness.

Help me.

Help!

Maione!

- Maione, what happened?
- Nothing. Don't worry, Donna Rosa.

What...?

- He had a slight accident.
- An accident?

Everything is under control.
You must remain calm.

- That's why...
- Sit here, go on.

- No other news?
- He's in the operating room.

- In the operating room?
- Dr Modo is taking care of him.

He's in his hands.

We can just wait.
Everything will be fine, all right?

Don't worry.

- Sergeant.
- Madam. You're here too?

I went by the station and...

How could it happen? Didn't I tell you
to stop the investigation?

- Why was Ricciardi in that car?
- Sir, I don't know.

He must have had
a good reason to be there.

All right. I'll go and ask him
directly. Where is he?

You don’t understand!

Ricciardi's condition is serious.
They're operating on his head.

- Madam!
- You want a glass of water?

- Get some water!
- No, I'm fine. There's no need.

- You mustn't worry about me.
- Are you OK?

- Who's operating on him?
- Dr Modo.

- Modo is a good doctor.
- He's a friend. He's in good hands.

I know...
Let's hope for the best.

- Is that Donna Rosa?
- Yes, Donna Rosa.

- If you don't mind, I'll go to her.
- Go.

Excuse me.

Donna Rosa.

Don't worry.

- I heard you say it's serious.
- Everything will be fine.

Please let him live.

I want him to live.

I want him to breathe,
I want him to walk,

to cry, to laugh...

If you do that,

give up my dream.
My happiness.

And I promise
I won't ever see him again.

Nothing. We couldn't to get rid
of Ricciardi this time either.

- Doctor, you scared me.
- He's sleeping.

Everything's fine, Rosa.
Don't worry.

He must rest now. He must sleep.
It was a long operation.

- But I want to reassure you.
- Is he awake?

No, he just has to sleep now.

These hands perform miracles.

- The doctor's very good.
- Thank you.