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VINODENTRO Review by Angel.

Wait for me!

Wait for me!

Professor!

I am coming!

Panuzzo.

What?

Okay! Wait there for me. I am on my way. Yes.

- Tommaso, where are you going? - To work.

Another murder?

- It is a nasty case. - Tell me about it tomorrow.

Any news about your transfer?

Nothing yet.

I would love to go back to Rome.

- Perhaps next year. - You deserve a promotion.

Watch out!

Miss?

Miss. Do you need any help?

Someone stole my handbag.

- Have you lost something? - Yes... It does not matter.

- Shall I take you to the police? - No. I am too tired.

He has taken everything. I have nothing. Money, my ID.

I can give you some money for a taxi.

- It is raining! - Yes. It is going to pour down soon.

I am coming to open!

Damn it!

Miriam. Is that you?

I am Inspector Sanfelice.

- Giovanni Cuttin? - Yes. I am!

Can I help you?

I have lost an earring.

- I bet you will invite me to dinner now. - Giovanni!

Where are you? Everyone is waiting for you.

Yes. Just a moment.

Are you spellbound?

There was a woman here.

- She is gone. - All right! Let us go.

There are 50 more in there.

Luciano Mallozzi from Rome's Italian Sommelier Association.

Marion Nochard, professor of Enology at Montpellier University.

Marches Carlo Guerrieri Gonzaga. Owner of the San Leonardo estate.

And, president of the Casa Del Vino of Vallagarina.

Riccarda Bolner. Professor of Viticulture at Milan University.

Lorenzo Lorenzi. Bank manager and sommelier.

Giovanni Cuttin. Writer and, editor of Bibenda magazine.

Millesime Jacques Selosse, 1998.

Recaredo Reserve Particular Brut Nature, 2005.

Mach. Reserve Del Fondatore, 2004.

Crystal, 1989.

Let us see.

In fact is Giulio Ferrari.

1995.

And, the only person to guess the year as well.

Ladies and gentlemen. The winner is...

Giovanni Cuttin!

Giovanni Cuttin, extraordinary. Congratulations.

My advice is not to wait for a special occasion to open a bottle.

For the bubbles most of all. There is a danger they will go flat.

And, you will miss their finest moment.

The Giulio Ferrari 95 we tasted this evening.

Was perfectly preserved. It has balanced, well rounded.

For this reason.

Do not wait for a special occasion to open a special bottle.

Do not wait too long.

The encounter with a special wine, is a special occasion in itself.

Thank you.

Well done!

The best!

- That is my book. - What a coincidence.

Wine is a passion of mine.

I am questioning Giovanni Cuttin, the expert, who killed his wife.

- I have not killed anyone! - Will you sign it for me?

Fuck off!

That is a bit strong!

Think up another story.

The prize will be 25.000 euros.

Offered by tonight's sponsor.

Trentodoc. Method Classic sparkling wine from Trentino.

A special thanks to MART.

Temple of contemporary art, which opens its doors tonight, for the first time.

To another art.

We can begin now.

She did not tell me her name. How many times do I have to tell you?

How about a drink tomorrow at five o'clock?

Where?

In Trento, in the main square.

- I did not expect to see you. - We had a date. No?

Good morning!

Lovely day, is not it?

Seems it will hold until tomorrow.

- May we order? - Yes. Of course!

This is why I am here!

- What will you want? - The same as you.

An espresso... With grappa.

Okay. Two coffees.

With... Grappa.

- Thank you. - Good. Excellent choice.

You still have not told me your name.

Does it matter? I could give you a false one.

Sorry, but deliveries have been rather erratic lately.

- So? - So.

Consequently, we do not have grappa.

- I recommend a nice Brandy. - It is fine for me.

- Sir? - Yes. All right!

Very well! Two coffees.

With Brandy.

This is it.

How shall I call you then?

- Perhaps next time. - When?

Tomorrow evening.

Matteo. Marco. Luca?

Come here!

Quick!

Marco. Come here.

Here I am.

- What do you have? - Nothing.

It was he.

Let it go.

It took us an hour to catch it.

Let it go! Let him go!

Hi. Tigress?

Giovanni. Stop. What if someone comes in?

It is not a good one of us.

It says here you won loads of money. Why are not we out celebrating?

That is why I came here.

- What time do you shut down? - No!

Tonight I cannot. I will let them on their own tonight.

We have to sing Daimoku for a sister who has ill.

- Tomorrow evening then. - Okay. That is perfect.

Do you have a favorite place?

- No. I like surprises. - So, leave it to me.

I had given up hope.

And that stupid waiter who kept interrupting.

How did you persuade her?

She did that herself. She is coming over tonight.

You have scored then, congratulations.

God! Miriam!

- I was meeting her tonight. - The girl from the perfume shop?

You are in trouble then.

I will think up an excuse.

The problem is she has jealous. She calls me all the time.

I should end our relationship, however, it is not that easy.

I know. It is not easy to seduce a woman.

It takes a real man to know how to ditch one.

Not that trick with the lift again!

Adele. That is enough!

I love to see you panting, like when we used to screw.

No! No!

Adele. What have you done? With the 1996 Teroldego!

1996, it is not that too old.

- But it was a special year. - Good! I shared it with friends.

- What with? - Pizza.

It was a bit warm, we put some ice in it.

I only had two.

- Where is the other one? - That depends.

You are not trying hard enough.

Sorry.

Here it is!

I will not deny that, I do not like you much. Giovanni.

That is why I do not believe the story of the mysterious girl.

I was with her.

And, I kept her happy all night.

That is why she snuck away, but...

She left her earring behind.

An excuse to come back. No?

You have not told me if you like risotto.

And, there is fillet steak after wards.

Cured beef, rocket.

Voil�!

Pinot Grigio Trentino, 2009.

- Can you describe it? - Of course!

Pale yellow in color with slight copper hues.

It has an intense and, powerful aroma.

Hints of pear, white flowers.

Acacia.

Elegant in the mouth.

Full-bodied wine.

Capable of expressing a pleasant freshness.

Listen. And then.

Are you sure, she was a woman?

- Why? - Just asking.

- My boss saw her too. - Panuzzo?

Call the editor of Bibenda's newspaper.

Giovanni think up something else.

Hi. Giovanni. Apple or carrot?

- Both. - Okay.

And, some fennel too.

Good morning!

Excuse me.

I have the impression. We have met before.

Perhaps. I work at the bank nearby.

Of course! You are the manager!

You approved a loan for one of my assistants.

No. I am afraid you are wrong.

I am just an ordinary clerk.

No.

It is not working.

I could see you in a manager's role.

My wish!

Never know!

It all began with the Professor.

Name, surname and address. Those are the things I need.

I do not know.

Everyone called him Professor. Just Professor.

- Who is everyone? - His assistants.

Marco. Matteo. And, Luca.

- And Giovanni. - I never thought of that.

We are familiar with the New Testament.

Three years ago. When I was still working at the bank.

I only drank water and juices.

Giovanni. We are going. Are you coming with us?

We promised to hand it all in today.

Get on with it then. Let us leave him to slog away.

Workaholic.

Wait.

Allow me to propose a toast to your future.

Does not he look like a manager?

Come and sit with us for a moment. Please?

I would like you to meet my assistants.

Marco. Matteo. And, Luca.

- Hi. I am Giovanni Cuttin. - Welcome.

Look! There were four of us, But, there are five glasses here.

Has the waiter made a mistake or...?

Does the future meet the past with your arrival?

No. Thanks. I am teetotal.

It is a Marzemino.

A wine mentioned in Mozart's Don Giovanni.

And, your name is Giovanni.

Allow me this pleasure.

To the new manager.

And to the mysterious circumstances.

That has led to our meeting.

What a lovely day! Ideal for a picnic.

Please. Sit down.

Pleased to meet you.

Hi. Darling!

- How was your day? - Same as usual.

What about Lorenzi?

An asshole, as usual.

Today, just before lunch.

What?

Nothing! You look beautiful.

Do not be silly, dressed like this.

What are you doing?

Do not you want to eat? It is ready.

Later.

Darling! Did you have a bad dream?

Remember those bottles, have given us at Christmas.

Where are they?

Darling! Is anything wrong?

Listen.

Nosiola.

A fresh and lively aroma, it expresses its mountain character.

With hints of sweet citrus and, elderberry flowers.

Full-bodied and refined.

The moderate alcoholic content.

Exalts its qualities as a pleasant drink.

Looks like a poem. Do not?

In just a few weeks, wine became the topic that interested me most.

I felt there was an endless world to discover.

A journey with no end.

I sometimes miss the pleasure of the discovery, the beginning.

Are you spellbound?

We are unable to identify the dominant aroma.

It is very clear, however, hard to identify.

Perhaps the only Floral of Italy.

Simply! I have heard enough. Can I?

It is nettle.

He is right.

Yes. I can smell it now. It is nettle.

Well done, Giovanni.

Look at Lorenzi's face!

I was convinced I had a gift.

A gift that would in someway change my life.

We are harvesting for a sparkling, white wines. It will take a month.

Thanks to the intuition of an extraordinary person.

There was so much to learn.

Every day I could measure how my knowledge had grown.

You do not need to wait for a special occasion.

To open a special bottle.

It is the special bottle that makes the occasion special.

I started going to San Michele all'Adige.

I wanted to learn everything.

Everything.

Then one day.

I realized.

The woody aroma seduced me of Teroldego.

And, of Marzemino.

The aromatic elegance of Nosiola.

I fell in love with the fresh aromatic quality of Muller-Thurgau.

I have amazed by the tannic strength of certain vintage Chiantis.

By the silky elegance of Brunellodi Montalcino.

By the pleasant radiance of Morellino Di Scansano.

And the grassy soul of Cabernet Franc in Collio.

The floral freshness of Ribolla Gialla. Do you think I am stupid?

You have quoted the preface of your book.

Unfortunately for you. I have an excellent memory.

But, not an excellent olfactory sense.

It is just a matter of practice.

Quit being friendly with me. It will not work.

I was being serious.

Inspector. Do you still live with your mother? Right?

No. Let us carry on.

Practice and determination.

I practiced with dried fruit, with spices.

With everything that could help me build an olfactory memory.

I smelt everything.

Dry towels before showering, damp towels after showering.

In the drum of my washing machine. I had discovered a fascination aroma.

Of rubber and iron, with a scent of cooked vegetables.

TVs smell differently depending on whether they are on or off.

I smelt everything, the carpet fringes in my room.

The flowers of the door.

The splinters of wood from a broom handle.

I was becoming more expert.

I started writing short reviews for Bibenda, for free.

I took notes. I wrote down my impressions about wines.

It became a passion that absorbed my every thought.

I could no longer concentrate at work.

However, you became the manager. How is this possible?

Many of us found it strange. My promotion made no sense.

- You got your own back. - I certainly did.

Well done! Cuttin.

You beat us once again.

How did you get to become the manager?

- Luck. - It is not luck.

I do not know what it is. However, it is not luck.

Asshole.

I took to having power straightaway.

I became somewhat proud, perhaps, like a 1976 La Tache Romanee Conti.

I could not afford that.

Neither could a manager of a small bank. Believe me.

Good morning!

Good morning! Excuse me.

Relax! I am in a good mood today.

- Giovanni. Listen. - Lorenzi. I defended your honor yesterday.

Really?

I did not see you at the Vulcaia Fume tasting event.

So I complained.

They apologized. They had forgotten to invite you.

However, you know what, take Friday off.

And, come to Valpolicella with me. I am going to see Quintarelli.

- The Alzero tasting event? - Exactly. Correct!

How stupid of mine!

You cannot take Friday off.

You will do the credit reviews.

I will just have to take Suzzari.

Paola?

- Who is in my office? - Mr. Matteo.

- Who is Matteo? - He did not tell me is surname.

He had been here for an hour therefore, I sent him in.

Well done! My dear.

Would you like to come to Quintarelli's?

- For the weekend? - Obviously.

- I will ask Mom to mind the kids. - Great.

- Can I help you? - Giovanni?

Do not you remember?

The Professor sends his regards.

Yes. Matteo!

Have a seat. How is the Professor?

The Professor? He is fine.

The Professor brought me luck.

However, not me. I am in the red!

- Do you need a loan? - Correct. You read my mind.

How much are we talking?

A long-term or short-term loan?

- Do you have any guarantees? - None.

Such as shares, properties. A life insurance policy.

Yachts, villas, cars.

I used to have, when my parents were still alive.

They died together in bed, burnt alive. Like two Indians.

A stupid short-circuit.

I am sorry. When did this happen?

I had just met the Professor.

You can understand. I was a poor rich little orphan.

And, I squandered everything.

Our passion is expensive.

It is very expensive.

And with each day, the stakes get higher.

After the Marzemino, the Teroldego, the Sangue Di Dragon.

The Sassicaia, Allegrini's Amarone, the Ornellaia.

The Darmagi, the Occhiodi Pernice, then the Mach.

The Ferrari Reserve Del Fondatore.

My wages were not enough.

I had already sold my shares, I was in debt.

When the Professor's assistant offered me 15%.

If I turned a blind eye on the guarantees. I did not hesitate.

It had become a business.

During a recession many people lack not sufficient guarantees.

Right.

But, with these new resources. I could broaden my horizons.

I started with French wines: Sauternes, Margaux.

What?

Write French wines, then I will know it.

St-Stephen, St-Julien.

St-Emilion, Pomerol Pauillac.

I began a historical library of wine.

1961 Laffite.

1945 Mouton-Rothschild.

- Ch�teau Latour. - From 1949?

From 1949.

I became a collector.

A hunter of the rarest bottles.

Ladies and gentlemen, a moment of attention.

Lot n�. 237, a unique piece.

From 1949.

To mark the occasion of a famous edition of Mozart's Don Giovanni.

A special reserve of Marzemino gave to Arturo Toscanini.

By the Prime Minister at the time, Alcide De Gasperi.

There were 24 bottles.

As a mark of appreciation, the maestro signed one.

And, gave it to the great political leader.

Here it is.

Starting price at auction: 25.000 euros.

26.000 euros.

27.000 euros.

28.000 euros.

29.000 euros.

30.000 euros!

This bottle never been sold at auction.

It comes from a private collection. It is a unique opportunity.

31.000 euros.

32.000. euros.

33.000 euros.

34.000 euros.

It sold at 44.000 euros.

Plus, the auction fees.

Madness, but I had to buy it.

What did your wife think?

She cannot tell the difference between Coke and Chianti!

Here you are Mr. Manager.

Thank you.

Let me smell it.

I need some lessons.

- When is a wine corking? - It is never the wine's fault.

- It is the cork's fault! - Correct.

It is a tiny parasite that lives in the cork.

A sort of invisible fungus.

How gross!

You see those arcs that appear on the glass?

Yes. It is true. Look how they descend!

- They look like tears. - Exactly.

It is the wine's alcoholic soul, its spirit.

Composite profound aroma.

Fruity, mature, juicy.

Ethereal...

It is an important structure that gives it longevity.

And, the color as it should be?

The color is perfect.

Like your lips.

Shall I take a sommelier's course?

Then at least we can talk!

If there is someone else, tell me. Does she work with you?

- Is she a wine expert too? - There is no one else.

Maybe she is a client, who gives you all this wine?

Adele. Stop it.

Look! I can forgive you.

Because I love you.

I love you too.

Come on! Do not be like this.

Come on!

Let us get out of here.

You have to be in harmony with the mountain.

Not attack it.

But, I am in harmony.

Complete harmony.

It has the first time, I have not felt stifled by these rocks.

By these dimensions.

I cannot go any further.

- Shall we head back? - Yes. I am sorry.

No. I am sorry. You really wanted to do this.

Okay then.

I do not know why has come over you, however, I like it.

Good!

Honey! I am home!

Another present from a client?

From 1988.

- Must be expensive. - Well.

What are you doing?

What have I done?

Stop!

Are you saying your wife was violent.

She had become sadistic. Psychologically sadistic.

She threw me out of the house. And, kept my collection hostage.

Let me see them up close.

Just keep them without touching.

- I have little time. - Good.

Some time for you.

In fact, you are in great shape.

I have started playing golf. It is a great sport, a bit exorbitant.

- If you need some extra help. - No.

I do not want to burden you. You have enough expenses.

I was thinking about the bottles.

They must be valuable. There are so many!

- Pretty even. - How much do you want?

So, to save your treasure. You killed her.

No. I always paid her. Plenty.

- With your work bonuses. - No. Those loan transfers.

Only lasted a few months.

We are going to the Trentodoc gala.

Bye! Lorenzo.

We will propose a toast to you. With a sparkling wine.

I never thought he would check the statements and guarantees.

It was not his job. It was my job to approve those loans.

However, that miserable checked the paperwork.

He found cash withdrawals, purchases with my personal account.

And, he reported me.

There was an internal investigation. And, I was forced to resign.

Nice to see you again.

I was sure we would meet again.

I have just fired.

That means it is time to make a change.

The key to everything is the change.

Do you feel ready?

You still do not get it.

That what you have left behind.

It is just a tiny fraction of that.

Will find in front of you.

I separated from my wife too.

It is just a passage.

To take you to a place you never expected.

Actually, I do not even know how I arrived here.

I left the bank, I crossed the main square.

And, I am here in the city, more than 30 kilometers away.

And, it is sunny. It is absurd.

You must not be surprised, there are...

Cracks in the reality of our space and time.

Moments and places that goes beyond all logic.

It has happened to me too, more than once.

What you have told me has no relevance.

- What about the fingerprints? - What are fingerprints?

At your wife's house, on plates, glasses, and the cutlery.

We found your fingerprints.

- How do you explain that? - It is impossible!

After she threw me, out. I never went there for dinner.

What a terrible death.

The Professor's plates!

The picnic!

There is a whole set in a cupboard at your wife's house.

The assistants accompanied her home.

Killed her and left the plates.

Yes. Right! I know it sounds.

The Professor's assistant. Which granted a loan?

- You must know his name! - Yes.

What is it?

Matteo.

Matteo?

- His surname. Tell me Cuttin. - I do not remember.

It was the day after the Vulcaia Fume vertical tasting event.

Which was on March 12? I remember that.

- So. He came to see you on 13. - Yes.

- A Friday. - Friday.

- When did you give him the loan? - That same day.

Panuzzo?

Ask the bank for the March 13 paperwork.

And, call in the bank clerk.

Okay. While we wait for your friend.

Tell us about the picnic.

Hello? It is Alberto. Hi. Adele.

Yes. Yes.

I will tell you all.

- Hello. Adele what is it? - Is it a bad time?

- Shall I call you back later? - No. Go ahead. My dear.

- What is it? - It is nothing important.

I just need some advice. I am with my golf instructor.

We were wondering, of a 1949 Marzemino.

How long should we let it open before we drunk?

Adele is you still there.

Can you close it?

Did they open it?

- Cuttin, tell me! - I feel faint.

I too.

- So. You did not kill your wife. - I almost did.

I tried telling her.

The bottle had a historical value, that it should not open.

I tried telling her to let it rest for an hour at least, before opening it.

Just long enough for me to get to the golf club.

That bottle was unique. I had to do whatever it took to save it.

All that have left was the last drop.

The last drop of a wine that had been great.

After more than half a century, it still had...

A hint of wilted mountain flower.

I started to insult her. Vulgarity I never had known before.

However, that woman, well...

She just stood there in her golf shoes.

With a brazen attitude. She did not mind.

He just left.

Over here! Call an ambulance!

- Guys. It is a Code 4. - Alberto?

There is nothing we can do else. I am sorry.

I understand. I will make the call.

It is he.

I have been talking bullshit for hours compared to this.

And, you did not tell me. You laughed at my expense.

Murder is never a laughing matter.

Nor is a road accident in which a key witness has killed.

I am in the shit. Is not it?

Thanks.

No. I want to see the inspector.

- We cannot wait. - I cannot find Lorenzi.

Stay here.

- Where is the inspector? - One moment.

- Will you call him? - I will.

Here he is.

- Who are you? - Lorenzo Lorenzi, the bank manager.

- We do not call you. - I am with my employee.

- There was no transfer on March 13. - No loan had approved that day.

Your presence is not required. Wait downstairs.

I am not going anywhere. I will call my lawyer.

If need be.

Good idea! Since you can be accused of concealing proof.

I will wait.

- Downstairs. - Better.

Now?

There was no loan application, no one was that day.

I have already told this to him.

You saw the person with ginger hair.

You made him wait in my office. Liar.

He is the liar. A liar and a thief.

And, he molested me too.

I?

- You can go. Thanks. - I will not go anywhere.

I want to press charges for sexual harassment.

That is better than murder. Cuttin.

Panuzzo. You deal with it.

I changed my mind.

Inspector.

There was a loan application.

I signed it myself. I indulged.

Matteo exists and so does the Professor.

Along with three odd people.

Would you like some water?

- Sandwich? - No. Nothing.

We need witnesses with names and, surnames.

All right!

Miriam Poggiolini.

She has a perfume shop in Via Mazzurana.

Giuseppe Corda, my concierge.

- The one at the entrance desk? - Yes. Who else?

Try a little bit harder. I am listening.

Wait!

What do you want to do?

Do not move. Close your eyes.

No!

Miriam?

This was the surprise!

No!

- Do you want? - It is not bad.

- No! - Rogue!

Miriam?

You are a hypocrite dirty and, bastard.

- It is not what you think. - Have you looked in the mirror?

You are pathetic.

Useless!

Thank you. Doctor.

Forgive me. She made up that story.

She told me you were ill.

- You should have warned me. - Never mind! Giuseppe.

As it does not matter. She is unbelievable.

I have never seen a woman like her before.

Cuttin?

- I have some bad news. - How bad? Inspector.

My wife is dead. You arrested me.

The bitch from the bank lied. My boss is dead.

- I am afraid the concierge is dead too. - Are you joking?

Do you have a copy of keys? The apartment six.

I am talking to you!

Mr. Cuttin's keys.

Dead!

- Mrs. Poggiolini is here. - Miriam?

Now that you is with the woman. Can I go? Do not?

It is not up to me. It is up to the inspector.

Come in.

- Hi. Giampiero. - Hi. Frederica.

- Here is your usual. - With mushrooms?

Of course!

- Hypnosis? - Yes.

It is a perfume.

- Where is the pizzeria? - In Via Fermi. Know where is it?

- Yes. - Bye.

No. You are right. We usually close later.

However, yesterday I closed around 4:45 p.m.

Because I was meeting my group at 5 p.m. for our Daimoku.

- What is that? - A Buddhist prayer.

I went home at 10 p.m.

You just told me. You met your group at 5 p.m.!

So? 10 take away 5 is 5.

The Daimoku lasts five hours.

You say it when a loved one is sick.

Okay. I see. Then?

- What you did when arrived at home. - I watched a film on TV.

I do not remember the title.

It was an old French film.

With Alain Delon.

Alain Delon?

At what time?

Yes. Okay. I will have a look.

The inspector's wine collection!

It is true. Here it is.

"M�lodie en sous-sol. 1962."

With Alain Delon and Jean Gabin.

I only saw a part of it.

Because at 11:15 p.m. I had to start reciting another prayer.

Inspector?

Mr. Cuttin claims you went to his house around 10 p.m.

And, you had the surprise of the meet him with a woman.

That is an absurd.

I did not leave the house last night.

What if I told you the concierge confirms his version?

He must have given him a backhander. They are accomplices.

Do not I understand? She wants revenge!

- Maybe. - Did not you see how she is like?

- Yes. - And you believed in her?

I do not know.

Is there anyone else? Who can identify your mysterious woman?

The cafe!

She chose that awful cafe. I reckon they know whom is she.

- What cafe? - In the square, with an Indian waiter.

Tell me more about your wife.

On the golf course.

Honey?

How do you fell?

Good morning. Giovanni!

Hope I am not interrupting anything.

Not at all.

The Professor would like you to accept his invitation.

That is very kind. We gladly accept.

It is a lovely day. It will be very nice if you accept.

What a lovely day, ideal for a picnic!

We agree. Tell him you will accept.

Pleased to meet you. Excuse me.

Who are they? Do you know them?

What a beautiful day. Right?

Sit down.

Are not you going to introduce us?

- This is my wife, Adele. - That is what I thought.

- Ex-wife. - Pleased to meet you.

The pleasure is mine. Professor.

What a coincidence, meeting like this in the country.

The Professor does not believe in coincidences.

What a charming theory.

Muller-Thurgau from Val Di Cembra.

Perfect for this climate.

I propose a toast.

Marvelous! What shall we toast?

To the mysterious circumstances that led to this meeting.

- Enough! Now! - What?

I not play with you anymore! Enough!

That is enough! Stop with this silly arguing.

Stop showing up in front of our guests.

Do not worry. These things happen.

Forgive them. They are like children.

- I understand. - What do you understand?

Duck a L' Orange.

So, what do you do? Professor.

- You are always nosy. - "Maleducato!"

Let us talk about you. My life is not very interesting.

I do not agree.

Do not be fooled by appearances. Madam.

I have had no illusions for a long time.

And, I can assure you there is nothing better.

Your wife was flirting with the Professor?

She was like that:

Treasure. Love. How wonderful. How lovely.

What were you thinking? Were you jealous?

Of my wife? Do not make I laugh. Inspector.

The Professor had understood what she was like.

In fact, after lunch. He got rid of her.

- In what way? - He sent her to home quickly.

A mountaineer priest.

He is a bishop. Not a priest.

Let us go there and say hello.

Good morning! Monsignor.

- Lovely day! No? - Splendid!

May we walk with you?

For sure. You are most welcome.

My friend and I were discussing the topic of free will.

A great gift given to us by God.

The freedom to choose for one.

To choose between good and evil.

Of course! But our freedom reaches perfection.

Only when it is in good order for with God.

So, how do we explain? The presence of a force.

That always foments the evil.

That inevitably ends up contributing to doing the well.

Because the Almighty God, with his infinite goodness.

Would never allow evil to exist in his work.

There is evidence that he is able to find the good even in the evil.

It is a shame that for you human happiness is not fundamental.

To the plan of creation.

That is true. I admit it, but...

Do not forget that our kingdom is not of this world.

No. No. Monsignor.

I do not think we will ever agree about this issue.

Good evening!

- I am looking for Inspector Sanfelice. - It is I.

It is he! Do you remember me?

Do you remember me? I was with a beautiful woman at the Cafe.

I see hundreds of people. I remember everyone.

I am a great physiognomy.

Do you remember this man?

- No. - How could you not?

Is a complete unknown. A stranger.

- He kept on interrupting me. - You have just interrupted me.

- Sit down. - What have I done to you?

- Get out! - I pay taxes and your wages.

- Get out of this room. - Take your hands off me!

- Get out! - I will report you!

Can you imagine?

The miracle of creation is finding in the smallest things.

A flower that blossoms.

A seed that germinates.

Now! What you decided?

What do you mean?

What will you do about your wife?

In what way?

Try to imagine the scene.

Your wife arrives at home.

My assistants accompany her to the door and...

A few seconds later all your problems have solved.

Of course! That would be great.

Do you know what I think?

I will be frank with you, like a brother.

It will be very hard to get rid of this woman.

Unless...

Unless?

Someone solves the problem of your wife for you.

Now they not...

Think it over.

How many times have you thought? About eliminating the problem.

It is normal.

Our instinct.

Our most ferocious nature acts so rarely.

But, only because we fear the consequences.

What do you have to lose?

No!

I was starting to like you. Cutinni.

I should have trusted in my instinct.

I tried to believe in you. And, did you make up this picnic story.

The Rolls, the plates, and, even the bishop!

Inspector. It is all true. All of it that I told you.

So, I will arrest you for ordering your wife's murder.

- What? - You said so yourself.

You confessed to ordering her murder.

No. It was all very absurd.

Like an entirely hypothetical game. I could not imagine he was serious.

So, you claim the Professor practiced his purpose.

By killing your wife.

Inspector. I do not know! I am only telling you what happened.

Do you know what?

Like people, some wines have a rare quality.

Honesty.

Well said.

Inspector!

How nice to see you!

- That has all been resolved. - Yes.

I am pleased for you. I see you have made up with the young woman.

All is well when that ends well.

Do not scold me, Inspector.

I should arrest you for giving false evidence.

- It is true! - Yes.

You do not be wicked.

Everything has solved. Will not you join us?

Lucrezia?

Let me introduce you to a dear friend.

Inspector Sanfelice.

Inspector.

You are a very charming man.

Are not you a little too young for these things?

I will be 18 years tomorrow.

Gentlemen. He is waiting for you.

See!

Indeed!

The Professor. The bishop.

Marco. Matteo, and Luca.

You described them really well.

Inspector Sanfelice.

Inspector?

You have shown great intuition.

You know which path to follow.

- Ladies, sit down, please. - Thanks.

- You are a chief inspector. Right? - No. Just an employee.

But, with your qualities. I promise you will soon be chief.

Then, perhaps you will go back to Rome.

To Rome?

I would love that.

Wait and You will see Inspector.

From now, I will have four witnesses.

Who will closely follow my work.

- Have you decided? - Yes. Yes.

I am leaving everything and, I will travel the world with them.

And, I must thank you too for this.

What can I say? Try to stay out of trouble.

- Good luck. - Thank you. Thank you so much.

You are forgetting something.

- Well. - Inspector, let us dance.

- May I ask you a question? - Go ahead, Inspector.

May I know what your name is?

I can tell you. It is Margherita.

Margherita is a beautiful name. At least I found one thing out.

Inspector. Are not you feeling well?

This is impossible!

Why did you let me sleep?

Can you come over there? Something happened.

That is all we needed.

How is it possible? He was fine.

It happened while he slept.

His heart just stopped.

That is an absurd.

Professor?

I had no doubts that you would make the right decision in the end.

We should follow our own destiny.

I am glad that you will go with us.

Matteo. Marco. Luca.

Giovanni, as of now, will be part of our family.

For the mysterious circumstances that you will find.

Your friend.

Giovanni Cuttin.

Rome?

Panuzzo?

Here I am. Inspector.

- When did this arrive? - What?

- My transfer arrived. - Are not you pleased?

Congratulations! You deserve it.

- When did the letter arrive? - I do not know.

It was not in this morning's post. How strange!

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