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INSPECTOR RICCIARDI

HISTORY OF PHILOSOPHY

These lovely flowers.

What beautiful music inside the watch.

10 cents.

Sir, these lovely flowers.

What beautiful music inside the watch.

Sir, 10 cents.

Here you are, sir.

See how good that tastes!

- Excuse me. - What is it?

Is this where that thing happened to the little girl?

You mean the flower seller?

No, not here, thank heavens.

They found her in an alley nearby. Poor dear.

I wonder who did it.

I always brought her something to eat, before closing.

- That evening too? - I brought her some soup,

and said to her: "Go home, it's late. Nobody is coming anymore."

But she still had some flowers and she said:

"No, sir. I must sell these too, or Mum will beat me."

So you were here alone?

I stayed behind to do some accounting before closing.

Sir, 10 cents for these lovely flowers.

What beautiful music inside the watch.

Sir, 10 cents.

Hey, sir!

I want to change my enrolment.

- You don't want to be a philosopher?

- What do you want to do? - I want to study law.

I want to be a policeman.

Good thing you realised it in time.

Goodness, Rosa. Did you forget the water this morning?

The junk I ate in hospital was better.

You shouldn't mention the hospital.

Someone's protecting you up there.

Down here too.

Don't tire yourself out too much,

or I'll end up coming to see you in the hospital.

Have a good day.

- I have to talk to the Sergeant. - Madam, what happened?

I can't talk to you. I have to talk to the Sergeant, only to him!

What's going on?

I have to talk to him. It's a very delicate situation.

- Lower your voice. What happened? - I have to talk to him.

What's going on? Ardisio, what's going on?

- He's not here. - Camarda!

You don't understand. So the Sergeant is here?

- What's this bedlam? - Bedlam is the right word.

There's a lady who wants to only speak with you.

- Send her in. - Madam, come in.

Sergeant come quickly. Something terrible has happened.

- What? Where? Who are you? - I’m Marietta.

- What? Where? Who are you? - I’m Marietta.

I do the cleaning at Paradiso. You know the place?

I've heard of it...

One of the girls was killed. You must come right away!

Where are you going? I need to understand more.

There's nothing to understand. You need to come!

Excuse me.

Hurry, Inspector.

It's terrible. Terrible.

VIPER

- Don't let anyone through. - Yes, sir.

Is there a side entrance?

Yes. There, at the corner, there's a service door for suppliers.

Cesarano, you go over there.

Sergeant, are you sure we're not more useful inside?

Cesarano, go on.

Inspector, come with me. Madame is waiting for you.

Please.

Everyone; go away.

There's nothing to see. Go on, get to work.

Please.

I loved her like a daughter.

I still don't believe it. One of my girls!

- The sweetest, the dearest... - What was the girl's name?

Viper.

Viper?

Her real name?

Maria Rosaria. Maria Rosaria Cennamo.

- Did you find her? - No, Lily did.

- Where is she? - Upstairs.

Was going to the living room.

Viper's door was open. Well, ajar.

She was lying on the bed.

I saw her leg dangling from the edge.

What did you do?

I called Madame.

- Which one was Viper's room? - That one.

- Where's yours? - Upstairs.

You were going down to the living room.

Yes.

When a client leaves, we tidy up the room

and then go down to the living room so the other clients can choose us.

That’s enough for now.

I'm going inside.

You find out who was here, besides Madame and the girls.

I'll take care of this.

The whip. My whip.

The whip, the whip. My whip.

The whip. My whip.

The whip, the whip.

My whip.

The whip, the whip.

My whip.

The whip.

The whip. My whip.

The whip. My whip.

My whip.

You, do you have a particular job in this house?

My son Tullio does the maintenance.

- And surveillance too. - Yeah, surveillance...

Did you happen to see anything strange?

People you didn't know who entered?

- The usual faces, the usual clients. - That's it, the clients.

What happened to the clients?

Sergeant, when they heard Lily screaming, they ran away.

- I couldn't tie them up here! - Of course.

Inspector, everyone says they didn't leave the brothel.

Sergeant, -this is the most important house of the city.

- You're offending me. - Sorry. Grand Hotel!

Miss Lily?

If your room is upstairs, you weren't just passing by.

Who are you covering for?

Madame?

If this is how you want to play things,

you'll remain closed until the truth comes out.

We have plenty of time, we can wait.

But we can't, Inspector. If we remain closed, we'll be ruined.

We just hope we can start working again soon.

Inspector, Viper's body was found by a client.

Mr Vincenzo Ventrone.

But he's a good person. He sells holy decorations.

Thank you.

Miss!

Over here.

Rosa!

How are you?

Like someone who's old and aching.

- But we must go on. - Right.

We must go on.

What can I do for you?

Listen to me.

Come and see me at home whenever you want.

Promise?

Yes.

If it hadn't been for that cursed accident, he'd be with me.

Instead, he closed himself up even more.

But a woman feels certain things.

I believe the two of us have a profound connection.

What I felt with him, I've never felt with anyone else.

You can’t feel such strong emotions by yourself.

I know you understand me, Edda.

And I know he'll understand too.

- Good morning. - Good morning, doctor.

- Good morning, Ricciardi. - Hi, Bruno.

- What's going on? Who's the girl? - Her name was Cennamo.

- Gennamo Maria Rosaria. - Cennamo Maria Rosaria? Who is she?

Viper, doctor. Our Viper.

- Not Viper. Poor girl. - Did you know her, Bruno?

All of Naples knew her, Ricciardi. She was .a celebrity.

Shall we have a look?

The whip, the whip.

My whip.

My whip.

The whip.

My whip.

My whip.

I've finished.

She was suffocated with a pillow.

She tried to defend herself from her murderer.

There are signs of struggle.

- But he was much stronger than her. - Right. Next time spare me the trip.

I expect you to add something.

The nasal septum is certainly broken. There are traces of bleeding

under the lower lip and the upper one, due to the pressure on the teeth.

But no residue of the murderer's skin under her nails.

That's all I can say for now. You have to wait for the post-mortem.

She’s beautiful.

Were you her client?

No. As far as I know, she had very few clients.

Listen. In a place like this,

I imagine that certain violent games are practised.

Maybe they can get out of hand and...

Bravo, Ricciardi. I see you've recovered.

You're even familiar with sado-masochistic games

and guess that they happen in a place like this.

- Did you understand the question?

But I rule that out as the cause of death.

- Why are you so sure? - It's easy.

As you see, the victim is still wearing lingerie,

and I rule out that sexual intercourse was taking place.

- Come in. - Excuse me.

Sorry I'm late. Take your time.

We're going.

Do we have to stay here much longer? We didn't do anything.

He's right. We just suffered enormous damage.

Besides the sorrow of the loss, obviously.

What can you tell, us, Inspector?

That you must not move anything

and that nobody must go into Viper's room.

A guard will stay here until the body has been removed.

Obviously, you can't open.

No! What are you saying, Inspector? That's impossible! Why?

It's Holy Week and already we have very. few clients.

What will I give these girls, my employees, to eat?

Madam, there's been a murder.

Please, just cooperate.

What should I do, Inspector?

We need a list of all the clients present at the time,

other than Ventrone.

Where does the side entrance lead? The suppliers' one.

It leads to .the kitchen.

But if a stranger had entered there, he would've been seen.

By the cook on the other workers.

Yes, Inspector. Nothing strange happened.

The usual deliveries. We told the Sergeant too.

Yes, Inspector. They talked, to me.

Miss,

could something belonging to you have got into the victim's room?

It's possible.

We exchange makeup, creams, combs.

One last request, madam.

I need a full list of Viper's clients, the most regular ones.

That’s easy.

Tomorrow morning call this Ventrone in. Be discreet.

- Tette's dog! - Yes.

- Did you take him in? - No, I didn't.

He follows me everywhere.

Have the side entrance checked. We need the list of suppliers.

"List", what a bad word. Don't use it. Use "record", it's better.

These days, the word "list" recalls ugly things.

- I'm sure I'm on some black list too. - You can't say I didn't warn you.

Look at him. He chooses to fallow me.

Everything in life should be like this. Love, politics, freedom.

Doctor, if I choose freely not to return for dinner,

my wife chooses to throw a shoe in my face, freely.

She'd be right, because you're a sheep.

This is a country of sheep, and you'll all remain that.

- I'm a sheep? - Not you. Not if you buy me dinner.

Take a rain check. I want to go home early today.

Are you busy?

You're hiding something. This old nose smells a female.

In that case, I absolve you.

What? Let me see if I have a piece of bread.

You're lucky. Here.

Let’s take a walk. Come on.

I .work until a certain time. I like to sleep in the morning.

I don't think anyone can enter from the kitchen without being seen.

It'd be difficult for an outsider.

Cesarano, have a good day.

I'm a simple person,

and I don't understand many things.

You're a good person.'

Good people understand everything.

I understand one thing: that you care for the master.

And he cares for you.

And I finally felt serene,

knowing that when I'm gone, you'll be there.

But...

the evening of the accident,

after you worried so much,

you ran away and haven't come around since. Why?

You're right.

If you thought badly of me, you had a right to.

But there is a reason.

What is it, my child?

That night,

at the hospital,

I made a vow.

If he lived, I would have stepped aside.

Now I regret it, but it was a vow.

That's sacred.

Miss, what did you do?

When we're afraid, we don't understand a thing.

Fear is not a good advisor.

And I think that our Lord would understand.

But I'm no one.

Talk to Father Pierino.

He'll help you, I'm sure.

Good morning, Inspector. These men want to talk to you.

- They've been here since last night. - Hello. And who might you be?

- Are you Inspector Ricciardi? - Yes, I am.

I'm Giuseppe Coppola. This is my brother Pietro.

- Good morning, Inspector. - Rosario and I were getting married.

Rosaria Cennamo?

Did you know what Viper's profession was?

Inspector, please. Her name is Maria Rosaria.

If you call her Viper, you offend her.

All right, Coppola. Now answer my question.

Of course I knew about it. I went to her every day.

I paid to see her.

- So you were her client? - No.

- I wasn't a client. - Then why did you pay her?

Excuse me, Inspector.

But this thing has killed me.

Ever since I've found out, it's as if I'd died too.

How did you find out?

It was late at night.

I wanted to see her, even just to give her a kiss.

When I went there, they wouldn't let me in.

They told me she was dead.

So I came to you.

I was waiting for him to come home.

When I saw him pass like a madman, I followed him.

I want justice, Inspector.

How did you and Maria Rosaria meet?

We were neighbours. We fell in love as children.

But it was immediately clear that such beauty was dangerous.

A woman like her cannot live in a place like that.

Sooner of later someone starts thinking they can buy her.

Well, aren’t you gorgeous?

Want an apple?

Gaetano Varriale, a violent man.

He became mayor of our village through fear.

That piece of shit could have been her father.

He had children older than her. One day, he saw her and took her.

I'd have killed him with my own hands, Inspector.

But my mother begged me on her knees.

I didn't see her for years. He’d sent her far from his wife.

But someone killed that bastard with a knife.

He got what he deserved. Then I found out that she had a son.

- A son? - Yes.

So I started working like a mule. It was all I could do.

- You had us, Peppino! - Yes.

It was for you that I began doing things seriously. For you.

I got a horse and a cart. I'd take vegetables to the city.

It wasn't easy to enter the market, believe me.

But we slowly became the biggest suppliers in Vomero.

How did you meet Maria Rosaria again?

I'd heard nothing about her for a couple of years.

She'd left the baby with her mother and disappeared.

Nobody knew where.

Meanwhile, I'd got some important clients, including Paradiso.

- Gennaro, where do these apples go? - Put them up there.

I wonder if there are any apples as good as the ones from, my village.

Of course, miss.

These arrived...

Rosaria, is it you?

But I have a hard head. That evening I was a client in that bed.

I went inside the main door and waited.

Then I paid and went up to her.

I laid on the bed with her and we talked. And we kissed.

But we didn't do that thing. I wanted to wait.

- Wait for what? - What do you think, Inspector?

I'd found the love of my life.

I asked her to marry me, to quit her job

- and to be the queen in my home. - What did she answer?

That she would have shamed me

and everyone would have laughed at us.

So I told her we'd go far away, where nobody knew us,

and that we'd take her child with us.

I convinced her, Inspector.

Did she ever give you a definitive yes?

No. But yesterday she looked at me and said:

"Don't worry. I’ll give you an answer soon."

She was serious, Inspector. I knew her well.

I knew she'd decided to marry me.

Please remain at our disposal and don’t leave the city.

My brother is innocent, Inspector. Believe me.

He would never have laid a finger on Rosaria. Never.

I can assure you that I'll do everything possible

to make sure the murderer is brought to justice.

Thank you, Inspector.

At that moment,

I only wanted him to live.

That's why I made that vow.

Now I just want to go back in time.

Who's stopping you?

What do you mean?

A vow is a promise to God.

But we can't promise something that isn't ours.

You promised the solitude of another person, his unhappiness.

But I'm unhappy too.

Enrica, dear, a vow is made in the hope

that God will help us obtain something good, beautiful,

not that He'll make us suffer.

In disappearing from his life, you hurt yourself and the person you love.

Do you really mean that, Father Pierino?

- Don't worry, my child. Go on. - Thank you!

As you know, yesterday, near the Paradiso brothel*.

A girl was killed, Maria Rosaria Cennamo.

I know nothing. I don't know that girl.

Perfect. You'll have to swear to that on trial for concealing the truth.

All right. I know Viper. I knew her.

And I appeal to your discretion. Whatever I tell you must stay private.

I can't promise that. I can only assure you my personal discretion.

I became a widower very young.

And a man has a right to some distractions.

That girl and I had a good time.

She had a lot of initiative.

But then, I pay very well.

There's nothing wrong with that, right?

Not with going with whores, but with killing people.

What are you saying I didn't kill anyone.

Hey, Ventrone, calm down!

Mr Ventrone, you were her last client.

Another prostitute, Palumbo Bianca, known as Lily,

tried to cover for you.

She said that she found the body. Why is that?

I don't know.

When I arrived, she was already dead.

The door was ajar and she was on the bed, a pillow near her face.

I actually thought it was a joke,

because at times we played, you know.

But when I got close to her

- I realised it wasn't a joke. - And what did you do?

I ran out without touching anything and called for help.

Who answered you?

Lily...

Yes, Lily. She came out of her room with a client who was leaving,

and she took me to Madame Ivonne.

Then they suggested that I leave immediately to avoid gossip.

Terrible decision.

Did you know that Viper had received a proposal?

That a man had asked her to marry him?

Yes, I knew.

She would never have accepted.

Why are you so sure?

Because she liked that life.

Money, luxury and men.

She liked them, very much.

I knew her very well.

One last thing.

What do you mean when you say: "We played at times"?

Inspector, we each have our own tastes.

She was my teacher

and she punished me.

I spanked her.

- With a whip? - No. They were innocent games.

I only have your word on that.

You can go now, but remain at our disposal.

All right. Goodbye, good day.

You'd have strangled him with your own hands.

Inspector, people like him disgust me. And he even sells holy objects!

What hypocrisy.

- Where are you going, Inspector?/ - You mean "where are we going".

To Paradiso,

to find out the names of all of Viper's clients, past and present.

After you.

Who is it at this hour?

I'm working and even have to open the door.

- Who is it? - Me.

Me who?

Goodness, Enrica!

- What did you do, rip out a tree? - It's spring, Rosa.

- These are for you. - For me?

Nobody's ever given me flowers.

It's time to start.

What is this light in your eyes? Who lit it?

Father Pierino. He said that the vow isn't valid and that I'm free.

Now it is finally spring. The almond trees are blossoming

And the orange flowers...?

- Those are used to make pastiera. - Sure, with wheat and candied fruits.

Good girl. Now you're ready

to make a real Cilento Easter meal.

- I'm here to help, Rosa. - Good. But take this stuff off.

Too elegant to be a cook.

Take off your hat, jacket, everything.

Good morning, Madame.

Inspector, you must let us open right away.

You don't realise how much this is damaging us!

Calm down, Madame. We still have some questions to ask.

- If all goes well, you can open. - Ask, Inspector.

When I asked you for the names of Viper's regular customers,

Miss Lily said it was easy. What does that mean?

That Viper had only two clients.

They bought all her time.

- Was she very expensive? - Yes.

Her fee was very high and my percentage was very low.

I don't mean I was losing out, but...

Then why did you do it?

Why?

Inspector, people came here specifically for her.

Once they were here, even if she wasn't available,

they chose other girls, you know,

and paid money. There.

But Viper was for those two only.

- And before them? - They were the first.

Mr Ventrone was Lily's client,

but when Viper arrived,

he only wanted her.

He had a sort of exclusive deal, let's say.

Until that madman arrived.

He wanted to marry her!

Inspector, you don't know how much we laughed.

Laughed? Why?

Inspector, can you imagine someone like Viper

raising children among horse shit?

But she asked him for some time to think it over.

Inspector, she wanted to squeeze out more money, didn't she?

- Lily? - She's upstairs.

Shall we go up?

- Lead the way. - Certainly. This way, please.

Why did you cover for Ventrone?

I was wrong to do that, I know, Inspector.

But if people knew he was here and had found a murdered whore...

A man who sells holy objects!

People would have relished that.

Poor thing. His son was already so worried.

- Whose son? - Mr Ventrone's son.

He's a good boy. He runs the store with his father.

Why was he worried?

Because word got around that his father spent lots of time here.

All right, Madame.

Now if you don't mind, I'd like to talk to Miss Lily, alone.

Of course.

Girls, everyone to their rooms. Everyone to their rooms. Go on!

Not you, Lily. You stay.

Wait here.

There. Go ahead.

Why did you cover up for Ventrone? For money?

Money?

Of course, you think that someone like me only does things for money.

No, I didn't mean that, miss. I’m sorry if I offended you.

But you lied to me.

Will you answer my question?

I saw Viper right after Enzo...

Mr Ventrone asked for help.

It was him or me, what's the difference?

That Ventrone could be the murderer.

Ventrone didn't kill anyone. He wouldn't hurt a fly.

He cared for Viper.

What was your relationship with Viper?

You want to know if I was jealous

because she took away my best client?

That too, yes.

It's a prison in here, Inspector.

You can't choose the men.

Viper and I weren't fond of each other,

but we respected each other.

Men are idiots, Inspector. We laughed behind their backs.

In here, laughing is our only consolation.

May I go now?

One last thing.

- Is this brush yours? - No, but I could have used it.

Why, is that a problem?

It's a brush.

Go, but remain at our disposal.

Now we'll call Madame.

Here I am! Here I am, Inspector.

Tomorrow you can open again, Madame.

Thank you, Inspector.

Viper's room must remain closed. Nobody is to enter.

Thank you, Inspector. You saved our lives!

Right. Do you mind if I go inside for a quick look?

Of course. This is your home.

My whip.

The whip, the whip.

My whip.

The whip, the whip.

My whip.

Who was with you here the last time?

The whip, the whip.

My whip. The whip...

Why won't you tell me?

My whip.

The murderer must have put a knee on her abdomen,

to block her, because two of her ribs were cracked.

It must have happened quickly. He probably caught her by surprise

and she tried to push the pillow away from her face.

On her body, were there traces of...?

You can't even say

Anyway, it's been confirmed that Viper had no recent sexual relations.

Could you lower your voice, please?

Instead of worrying about scandalising these petty do-gooders,

why don't you enjoy the beauty of the place. Look over there.

- Good morning, madam. - Hello.

Wasn't this marvel of nature the tenor's widow,

- the man killed a year ago? - Yes, it's her.

What a beauty.

May I offer you something at the cafe?

I'm sorry, but I already have an appointment.

She's coming here.

May I disturb you, doctor?

Maybe you don't remember me, but we met some time ago,

- in unhappy circumstances. - How could I forget? Impossible.

It's a great pleasure to see you again.

Why don't you honour us by taking a seat at our table?

If that doesn't bother your friend.

Please, Livia.

I'm happy to see you.

I prefer believing your words rather than the expression on your face.

Our Ricciardi doesn't give much space to emotions. Right, doctor?

If you really want to suffer, Ricciardi is a guarantee.

- We were just saying... - That this is a work lunch.

We're on a new case and we weren't saying anything interesting.

It's actually very interesting: the homicide of a beautiful woman.

My God, who?

Look here. Disgusting

You don't really have anything to do?

Lulu, what can I say? In this heat, there isn't a soul around.

You don't either.

Hopefully, someone will be along when it gets cooler!

This way, we'll cool off too.

- There he is! Hello, Sergeant.

What a surprise!

My favourite suitor rushing to me on the first days of spring!

You settled here on purpose so I'd always arrive out of breath.

I can't take it, and I can't kick you.

Next time, let me know and I'll be nude on the ground floor,

so everyone will know we love each other.

How wonderful when you start getting physical, Sergeant.

- Come in. - Sooner or later I'll kill you.

We're following several leads,

but a woman like her aroused a great deal of passion,

many strong emotions.

Emotions is a word that Ricciardi prefers to avoid.

Maybe he's right. Much pain can stem from emotions.

But love..

I think it's impossible to avoid it.

Don't you think?

Love can destroy, but love can also save.

In my work at the hospital, every day,

I see people struggling against illness, against death,

only for love.

I see just as many who come to me imploring me to save their loved ones,

because their own survival depends on that. And perhaps mine too.

Without love, maybe Viper would be alive.

But what I think about emotions doesn't matter.

What matters is finding out who took the liberty of taking her life.

Apparently, the weather today wants to remind us of March madness.

Did you see? It's hot now and this morning was like winter.

By the way, what are you doing for Easter?

There's a festivity at San Carlo. I’d like to go,

- but I don’t have an escort. - Too bad. I'd love to,

but unfortunately, I have an irrational allergy to such events.

And I couldn't stand seeing all those scarecrows in black shirts

trampling on the marvellous floors of our theatre.

- It's too much for me. - Be careful, Bruno.

The lady could repeat your words to her friends and have you deported.

I have a bad habit of stating my opinions out loud,

no holds barred, but we're entitled to have the friends we want.

I'm a personal friend of important political people, true

But I'd never be part of something so terrible.

I'm just a stupid woman

who loves beautiful things and opera music.

And who, unfortunately, still believes that love isn't a tragedy.

Excuse me, but I'm no longer hungry.

Good day.

Viper?

- My gosh, it was so devastating. - Naturally, you already knew.

- You knew Viper, didn't you? - I knew who she was.

But that environment is familiar to you.

- Paradiso, you mean. - Yes.

Paradiso is the most famous brothel in Naples.

Even if it hasn't been doing very well recently.

Meaning?

They have problems with suppliers. They don't pay them.

One of my clients is a fish vendor,

and Madame Ivonne asked him to wait a few days.

The same thing for other merchants,

except for the fruit vendor who doesn't get paid thanks to Viper.

Wait a minute.

As far as I know, Paradiso's doing really well.

How can it be short of cash?

Sergeant, maybe you don't know that Madame's son likes gambling,

and she pays his debts because she fears he'll end up badly,

like his father.

You also know about the marriage proposal?

Of course, Sergeant.- It's wonderful.

And maybe one day,

someone will ask me too.

Pour the coffee.

- I only have substitute today. - Oh, yeah? Why?

My coffee supplier had some family problems.

Let's hope he resolves them-soon. It's disgusting. Anyway...

Make sure you're not killed one of these days.

- What are you doing? - Touching wood.

Bambinella, darn you!

I’m an idiot.

Yes.

I hurt her

and myself too.

Cavatelli or fusilli, the dough is the same.

It must become like a soft ball.

Not mushy, but soft.

You try, come on. I'm tired.

Then we take this wire,

we make little sausage shapes, then we roll them around this.

As you saw, to prepare a Cilento Easter lunch,

it takes patience.

And I think that you have a lot of patience.

To be honest, my father calls me a hard head.

My master has a hard head too.

Miss,

he doesn't know what he wants.

Actually, no man does.

And that's why we have to make them understand.

Good girl, my child. Good girl.

So, Inspector, Madame Ivonne's son is ruining himself gambling.

Deputy Garzo.

Inspector, do you know Baron Santangelo?

Good evening to you too. No, I don't have the pleasure.

So many pleasures you miss...

Just as you don't have common sense,

or you'd understand that you can't treat the death of a whore

like you treat the death of a proper person.

Does it seem normal that Paradiso is still closed?

Last night at the Baron's house,

everyone complained and asked me about it.

You're the deputy chief and there's an investigation going on.

No doubt you want to bring a murderer to justice.

Of course, but that doesn't stop you from re-opening the brothel.

Tomorrow it can open again.

Why didn't you say so right away? That's wonderful news.

Inspector,

discretion.

What a dick of a deputy we got stuck with!

It's late, Raffaele. It's been a long day. Let's go home.

All right, Inspector.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Rosa?

Rosa, what happened?

- It's just I'm good for nothing now. - Wait! You'll cut yourself.

- I'll get the broom. - No, I'll do it.

- Let me help you. - No.

I saw Miss Colombo leaving. Why was she here?

She helped me with my shopping bags.

At this hour?

Rosa, are you all right?

It's just my advancing years.

And you...

- You worry me. - Me? Why?

You know why.

Anyway, I sent for my niece Elide.

She's a good girl and will take care of you when I'm no longer here.

Rosa, if you plan on going on like this all evening, I'll leave.

Go and get changed. Dinner’s ready.

Inspector, excuse me,

but I don't know why you insist on going to Vomero by bus,

when we have a car at our disposal and modestly speaking, a driver like me.

Because I've had enough accidents. Right, Raffaele?

Inspector, there's a Vincenzo Ventrone who wants to talk to you.

He says it's urgent.

Send him in.

Good morning, madam.

Good morning, Clara.

You didn't eat anything.

You didn’t touch your food last night either. You can't keep this up.

A woman like you... It's not right!

I agree, it's not right.

But not for me, for life. It’s a crime to waste it.

- It's cold. I'll make another one. - No, that's fine.

Get my trunks. My suitcases.

- You want to take a trip? - I want to go back to Rome.

She asked me.

She appeared to me in a dream.

She asked to be buried as a Christian.

That's what she said. As a Christian.

So I realised I had to do something,

to not have her just tossed in a pit.

Course..

A normal funeral procession is unthinkable.

But I found a confraternity

that's willing to keep the body in a collective chapel,

but with her name on it.

The girls who worked with her will be there,

and Madame too, of course. I'll pay for everything.

But I can't be there.

For my son,

for the memory of my wife, for my business...

You understand, don't you?

I owe it to her,

because she was the only person I could talk to.

But I've been told that I need authorisation from the police.

Apparently, the fact that some prostitutes will be out on the street

means they're soliciting for trade.

Inspector, sir,

please don't deny authorisation.

I'm asking you from the bottom of my heart.

Don't worry, Ventrone.

We won't oppose the procession.

And I'll be present.

Thank you, thank you

Look at that, the Paradiso whores.

- So dreary! - Everyone out for yard time.

What's this? It's a disgrace before God.

- Show us your thighs! - Leave me. Let me go.

Now she's acting shy!

- Let me go. - Stop it.

Calm down, calm down.

Enough. Put down the bayonet

-We know you, doctor, and we know you like politics.

But if you're on the wrong side, things can turn out badly.

To arms!

To arms!

To arms! To arms! We are Fascists

They don't kid around.

I may work with the dead, but I still have blood in my veins.

Raffaele, follow him- Find out where he's going.

Now you must pay!

But I...

You what?

- Next week. - Next week? You must pay now!

But I...

No...

Do you have money?

Then get the hell out of here.

Get out!

Get out and don't come back.

- Don't ever come back, get it? - I get it.

- Get it? Go away! - I get it.

- Simoncelli. - Sergeant.

You almost gave me a heart attack.

And to safeguard your heart, you carry a knife with you?

Why did that young man have to leave?

- What young man? - You know, Simoncelli.

Don't waste my time.

The doors of prison are wide open for people like you.

Tullio, the son of Madame Ivonne.

So?

Sergeant, my only job is to keep order here.

Really? Just like me? So we're in the same line of work?

And what's the order?

Not to let people go in if they don't have any cash.

And even if they have it, a part is for the old debt.

Otherwise, they go.

- Even if it means using a knife? - Sergeant,

he has debts with everyone, and not everyone's like me.

Someday he'll be found with a knife stuck in his stomach.

Thank you, Simoncelli. Remember, keep order.

Have a good Easter.

Thank you, Sergeant. Happy Easter to you too.

So much fuss for a shot.

When your sister did it, she didn't shed a tear!

Maybe they use smaller needles for females.

What are you saying? All right...

- Stop! - I won't go with you!

Leave the dog alone. Let me go!

I won't go with you!

Let me go. I don't want to go with you

Let me go!

Help'!

- Help! - Hold still!

Help!

Mum, is that man bad? Why are they taking him away?

Antonio, we have to leave!

You're cute.

You're cute.

He's cute.

Madame Ivonne's son is in trouble. Gambling debts could lead him astray.

A mother too could be led astray for her son.

Come in.

Excuse me. Sergeant, your wife is here.

- My wife? - Yes, with your son and a dog.

- A dog? - She has to talk to you urgently.

- Send her in. - Yes.

- Please, madam. This way. - Thank you.

- Good morning, Inspector. - Hello, Lucia.

- I'm sorry to bother you. - Lucia, what happened?

- Nothing... - Isn’t that Dr Modo's dog?

- Where is he? - The Fascists took him away.

Have a seat, Inspector.

I perceive your hostility.

- But you're wrong. - I'm wrong?

A good man who's done nothing wrong

is violently arrested and taken who knows where,

- and I'm wrong? - There was no violence,

and as for not having done anything... ..I'm sorry, but I don't agree...

You're a man of the law,

and you know that rules must be respected.

- Besides, we didn't take him. - What do you mean?

My department has nothing to do with it.

As you know, your friend lost it at that whore's funeral this morning.

One of the boys is the son of a Fascist official who works in Rome.

He made the phone call.

So you're washing your hands of the matter.

I'm just telling you how things went.

Inspector, I don't have a short memory.

Your discretion avoided...

a terrible future for me, and I owe you.

I was just doing my job.

Your friend, Vezzi's widow,

according to orders from high up, is being kept under observation.

Let's say it's protection.

This task is being carried out by a functionary

who could have a preferential path in this matter.

Understand?

So I should ask Mrs Vezzi to put me in contact with this person and then...

You're off track.

He doesn’t exist.

Just like I don't exist.

She has to talk to him.

Come in.

Madam?

Clara, I'm not hungry. Leave me alone.

Excuse me, madam.

Someone is here for you. I told him you weren't feeling well.

- Who is it? - Inspector Ricciardi.

Ricciardi?

He wants to talk to you.

- Send him in here. - Here?

- Yes, here. - All right.

Excuse me.

I wasn't expecting a visit from you. Come in.

I apologise for receiving you in this state.

I'm the one to apologise.

I came unannounced.

- But it's something very important. - I imagine so.

It must be, for you to come here.

You have every right to be angry at me.

My behaviour cannot be justified.

Forget it. Another person was present, and that made things seem worse.

As for the rest, your behaviour was as it's always been with me.

No, Livia, it’s not like that. That's not the case.

I'm a withdrawn person. I don't open up with anyone.

Especially with a woman like you, who has a right to happiness.

If I keep you away from me, it's for your own good. Believe me.

How do you know what's good for me?

I’m old enough to understand when a man doesn't like me,

without humiliating myself in front of him.

Just tell me why you're here.

The person that was with us the other day...

Dr Modo?

What happened to him?

He disappeared. He's been put in a car and will be sentenced to confinement.

- How do you know? - I found out.

I also found out that a person was assigned to assure your safety,

who could be decisive in liberating Modo,

to prevent him being expelled. Livia, you can save him.

I don't think I have that power.

I don't even know that man’s real name.

I'm not asking this for myself. I'm asking for him.

Bruno doesn't deserve to be expelled because of his ideas.

Please, Livia. We don't have time.

Tomorrow night at the latest, he'll be sent to some island.

He won't be the only one leaving.

I'm going too.

I don't know what to say.

I'll try to get in touch with this man.

Thank you.

I haven't forgotten anything that happened between us here.

Nothing.

I'll find out What makes you suffer so much.

- I will find out. - I have to go now.

Wait.

Lucia and I didn't sleep a wink last night thinking of Dr Modo.

And the dog was yelping. He's been whimpering all night.

- Did you take him-home? - What could I do? He followed me.

I think. Vezzi's widow will do everything possible.

I think she's a very kind person.

Hopefully.

What is it, madam?

- Are you sure you don’t want coffee? - No, thank you.

You must know where they're keeping him.

- For no reason. - For no reason?

You can't say that.

Yes, I can.

The person who informed me told me everything,

and I trust him.

Blindly.

- You trust him? - Yes.

Blindly?

To the extent that you move here for him,

you don't fear losing your pride,

and you allow him not to care about your suffering.

I should have you thrown out of here.

I should call Rome and tell them what you had the nerve to say.

How dare you!

Excuse me.

Please excuse me, madam.

It's just that I feel a person like you doesn't deserve to suffer.

Because of the life you had,

and because of the woman you are.

If I turned to you, it should make you realise

how much I believe in your sensitivity.

I'll do all I can, but I can make no promises.

Please promise not to do anything rash.

I won't move from this house and I'll wait for news from you.

Raffaele, see if you can find out anything else from Madame Ivonne.

Livia.

Yes.

Yes, of course. Nothing rash. Don't worry.

Yes. Livia, I don't know how...

Thank you.

Thank you.

What did she say?

They're keeping him at the port in a warehouse,

awaiting a ship that will take him to Ventotene.

When is the ship arriving?

She doesn't know.

But we can find out. We're policemen.

No, Raffaele.

If we really want to help Bruno, we must forget about being policemen.

She'll let us know.

HOLY DECORATIONS

- Well? - She's still inside.

It's been an hour already.

A profound friendship.

Here she is.

Madame Ivonne.

Madam, you've got a lot to say to Ventrone.

Well... I give him advice. I try to help him.

Poor boy. He's such a good boy.

Now he has to run everything here by himself.

His father hasn't recovered since Viper's death.

Your son is a good boy too.

What are you saying about my son?

Nothing, except that his habit is leading to his ruin.

Don't complain if one day you find him with a knife in his stomach.

- You keep covering for him. - What should I do?

Should I turn my back on him, abandon him?

I'm his mother.

And you know that a mother would do anything for a son.

Even kill a girl that a client was crazy about?

Maybe to get a nice amount of money from someone.

What are you saying?

What do you mean, that I killed Viper?

0h, Jesus, Jesus...

My girls are like daughters to me.

And for many of them, I'm the only mother they've ever had.

No, you're wasting your time with me. You're wasting your-time.

The more I think of it,

the more I believe the only person who could kill her out of desperation

is Peppe the Whip.

- F^eppe the Whip? Who is he? - What do you mean, who is he?

Giuseppe Coppola. "Peppe the Whip" is his nickname.

It's what Viper always called him.

Now, if you're done accusing me, I'm busy.

Excuse me.

We questioned Coppola and he seemed sincere.

I think so too.

But it won't hurt to pay him a visit.

COPPOLA FRUIT AND VEGETABLE

Good morning.

- Good morning, Inspector. - M’orning.

- How can I help you? - We'd like to speak to Giuseppe.

My brother is at home right now.

He hasn't left the house for a few days.

But wait a moment, I'll have him called.

Ines!

Inspector, this is Ines, my fiancee.

Hello. Hello.

- Can you go and get Peppe, please? - Yes, right away.

We were to marry in June, but now with my brother,

I don't feel up to it.

Ines has an older sister who's a teacher.

She's been making eyes at my brother Giuseppe for a while.

We were all hoping,

but then Rosaria showed up again.

He hasn't been out for 2 days. He doesn't eat or leave the house.

If he sees people who were with Rosaria,

I don't know what might happen.

Hello, Inspector. Anything new?

- Any suspects? - Hello, Coppola.

We’re investigating. Has anything come to mind?

Inspector, I have no doubts.

Only that bastard saints-and-madonnas seller could have killed Rosaria.

How did you know about him?

She told me,

and from what they said -at the brothel.

He gave her lots of money.

She was always worried she'd end up at her mother's.

I told her not to worry,

- because I'd have given her money. - Why would Ventrone kill her?

Because he didn't want to lose her.

She'd decided to marry me.

And he killed her.

But I'll kill him with my own hands, so help me God.

Don't even joke about it. Understand?

What about us? Think about us!

You think that by soiling your hands, Rosaria will live again?

Your brother is right.

Don't ruin your life.

Let us do our job, you'll see that the Inspector will find the culprit.

Coppola, one last thing.

Your nickname, Peppe the Whip, where does it come from?

From the horses.

Even if now my brother's become better than me.

- Right, Pietro? - Oh, no!

Horses prefer him.

We're leaving now.

Tell your brother that if something bad should happen,

we'll hold him responsible. Is that clear?

Don't worry, Inspector. I never leave my brother alone.

Clara, did anyone come?

No, madam, nobody. I brought you something.

You don't eat anymore, but you can't refuse this.

It’s your first Easter in Naples, and I'm sure that if you taste this,

it'll chase away your sadness.

Another pastiera? Who is it for?

For the person I'm lunching with tomorrow.

It's Easter. You're not eating with us?

- Where are you going? - It's a secret.

So there is someone.

Why don't you tell me anything?

Daughters must open up to their mothers.

But you're closer to your father.

You’ll know everything when there's something to say.

All right.

- Inspector. - You're here again. Why?

My wife threw me out. She says I make her nervous.

The truth is, she's worried about Dr Modo.

She sends you this.

But she says: "I'm not in competition with Mrs Rosa." Naturally...

Hello?

Livia. Yes?

All right, we're coming.

Check it, you didn’t fasten it well.

We're almost done.

It's her.

- Nothing yet? - No, nothing.

Something is moving there.

Come on, let's go.

If he's there with them, nothing can be done.

Leave it.

- I'll take care of it. - Livia, Livia...

Livia

Board one at a time. One at a time.

Bruno!

- Inspector, I'll get going. - Yes.

All right...

Now you must tell me what the surprise is.

- This city is full of surprises. - You're telling me, Livia?

Dr Modo..

No!

Hi. Hi!

Hey, little baby.

I thought you'd end up paying for it.

Go on.

Sorry, this time it was a very close call.

- I don't know how to thank you. - Thank her.

Then I can make an exception and go with you to San Carlo.

Bruno, I'm sorry, but you're late.

Livia already has an escort.

This is my destiny. Right, Maione?

- I'm always late. - Yes. Go to sleep, you need it.

Thank you.

I have to tell you this. Just a minute.

Among all the people there, there was a man,

a man with a cart who feeds ten children. You know what he does?

He takes carbon to the station with a cart, pulled by a mule.

The poor man's only distraction is the railwaymen's club.

2 weeks ago, the poor man went there

and saw them unveiling a lovely statue, a plaster bust.

Of who? Guess.

Of our beloved meathead.

Bruno, not even the Lord can give you a second chance this time.

All right. So what did he do?

He looked at the statue and thought:

"They didn't even have enough money for hair."

I mean, he didn’t know who it was.

The poor guy returned home, cut the mule's tail...

and made a nice wig!

The whip, the whip. My whip.

Your nickname, Peppe the Whip, where does it come from?

From the horses.

The whip. My whip.

The whip. My whip.

Coppola.

- If you're looking for my brother... - We're not looking for him.

Oh, no?

No.

You don't have a record. If you confess of your own accord,

extenuating circumstances will be recognised.

What extenuating circumstances? I didn't do anything.

- And you have no evidence against me. - There's a witness, Pietro.

You were seen going into the brothel when Rosaria was being killed.

I cared for Rosaria, Inspector.

I remember when we were children. She looked at my brother and me,

and always said: "Here they are."

Peppe the Whip up front, and Little Whip behind him.

If I'd done the deliveries that day, nothing would have happened.

But my brother did them, and they saw each other again.

He wasn't working anymore and spent all his money on her.

He even wanted to marry her, Inspector.

But he told me there was no money for me to get married

and that we had to wait. All this for a whore, Inspector!

No!

What could Ines and I do?

Just hope she'd say no.

Instead, when she saw me, you know what she said?

That she wanted to surprise my brother.

She'd say yes on Easter Day,

so they'd get back the future that was taken from her.

- What did you do, Pietro? - Do you understand, Inspector?

No! No..

So I took the pillow...

He could have talked to his brother. They could have reached an agreement.

Now they'd all be sitting at a beautifully set table

celebrating Easter.

Oh God, Easter.

- Raffaele, go, please. - You're not celebrating?

I'll write out the report and go to the San Carlo with Livia.

- Have a nice Easter, then, Inspector. - You too.

- Give my best to your family. - Thank you, Inspector.

Something must have happened.

Then the two of us will eat. We can't throw away this food.

Rosa.

The other day,

you told me that your master cares for me.

I think that too sometimes.

But I feel there's something that's holding him back.

Something that's inside of him.

I don't know, miss.

Even..

Even his mother, the Baroness, poor soul,

was desperate because she thought her son was like her.

Why? What was she like?

She was..

But it was as if she didn't have skin.

Things would penetrate her,

and it was as though she couldn't defend herself.

I hope this isn't too great a sacrifice.

A dive into high society,

enough to last you for 10 years.

It was a beautiful evening.

I was very proud to accompany you.