All language subtitles for Non.Sono.Un.Assassinj

I am not akiller

She's in usa now.

We can get to her if you want.

Okay. It'll cost 10,000 us dollars.

What do you want to do?

Yes?

What happened?

Well, I'll come see you one of these days.

I understand,

but you call me at 5:00 am after 2 years...

That's 200 kilometers!

Fine, I'll be there in a few hours.

Bye.

Who was it?

Hear the sounds? Beware of the devil, he's always around.

In pre-school, showers, under tables, at the funfair.

I can hug you, got 20 cents?

Okay, let's get started.

You said to me: "If I start turning into a cop, warn me."

Yeah?

You're turning into a cop.

If I come to court while you're giving a ruling

and butt in, what would you do?

I'm not butting in. But after all we did, you want to die alone?

Hero!

I almost died alone.

What do you want? I'm not a cop.

Buddy, this is paradise.

Francesco...

Are you ditching me?

What? After all you've done for me?

Because of what I've done for you or because you care for me?

I don't care for you,

I love you.

Fuck off.

This shining force,

this sensation of a body coming from another body,

I'm afraid I'll forget it.

What's it like after?

It depends on too many factors.

You, your dreams,

your man.

Don't you ever get bored?

What do you mean? In bed?

Everywhere.

No.

Love is delicate, my friend.

It can shatter easily.

She'll leave.

With the baby?

She's looking for research jobs in Washington.

You peeked at her computer?

Help me.

I made it.

- First? - Fourth.

I knew you'd get in.

I couldn't have done it without you.

No cliches.

That was quick.

You look tired, Giovanni.

I'm going to tell you a story now.

Then I'll ask you a four-word question.

You'll answer yes or no.

I'll handle the rest.

Go on.

"Judge mastropaolo killed at home: Deputy prencipe last to see him alive"

They say I killed him.

Are they nuts?

I was the last to see him alive and there are no witnesses.

I can't, francesco.

Alice.

Alice?

Why bring up Alice?

Can't I have my own problems? Don't I exist too?

One clean, precise shot, and it's over.

This man merely didn't notice.

Because noticing would mean admitting, and admitting means submitting

to a sort of originality, diversity.

As sandro penna said: "Happy being different if one is different,

but woe betide being different if one is ordinary."

And this guilty man

is guilty of not having noticed,

and must account for...

Excuse me.

What'd I tell you?

Look at him...

Giorgio, this is a disaster.

You can't just leave, the judge is pissed off.

I noticed, I noticed that she is my judge.

She'll absolve or condemn me.

Sure... she's your judge.

Let's go home now.

Come here, pal.

Come here.

Are you my friend? = yes.

- Enough, let's go. - Are you my friend?

What the fuck are you doing?

What the fuck?

You were my friend, not his.

Honey, everything is fine.

Gimme the key, we'll open this drawer and I'll be done with you.

I haven't practiced law in ages, find someone else.

I need someone who cares for me, giorgio.

Come meet him. = I'm not interested.

He's a freshman and speaks six languages.

Honest, brave, funny,

unconventional, and handsome.

In love with him? = there he is.

Hey, that's mine.

How much is it worth?

- 3,000 dollars. - 3,000?

What's it for? = calls.

Hello?

Hey, I'm with a dumb-ass who just spent 3,000 dollars

for a plastic brick with buttons.

My dad gave it to me.

There's a guy with him who's quite attractive,

he doesn't look so smart, but clever.

I bet he'd steal his girlfriend in a blink.

Depends on the girl.

There's a guy sitting on his own,

probably trying to attract attention.

Looks smart but not clever.

He's 19, right? Looks old.

I'd say he's a braggart who cries when he's alone.

- What'll I say? - Introduce yourself.

- Francesco. - Giovanni, my best friend.

Let's start with the call.

Phone records show

the victim called you Wednesday, October 27 at 5:08 A.M.

You stated you got dressed quickly,

got into the car, and drove to Santa caterina di nardo.

You also stated that night was...

Strenuous, shall we say, on an intimate level.

And you vomited two times,

still woozy from the alcohol and food.

Why?

- Why what? - Why did you go anyway?

Because Giovanni asked me.

The request for professional advice from a friend

doesn't seem like a reason to take the wheel in that shape.

Giovanni wasn't just a friend for me.

- I owe him everything. - Okay, your story is clear.

Giovanni mastropaolo was like a brother to you

so when a brother calls...

How come you hadn't seen this brother in two years?

What are you doing here?

They found the mayor's lover doped up

getting it on with two bouncers at a club.

I want to question her now, hear me, so I can nail him.

- Just say yes or no. - Did you call the da?

You weren't this punctilious before.

I miss francesco.

Me too.

How is he?

Alone.

Me too.

Then we're not so alone.

Listen, we'll talk about it tomorrow in the office.

There's no real reason.

The separation, my new position as special crime head.

But my friendship with Giovanni was never in question.

After about two hours, you reach this brother of yours

you haven't seen in two years, and it's 7:30.

Then, at 7:50, 20 minutes later, you leave.

You get in the car and drive 200 km back home.

Why so quick?

After two years, you must've had tons to catch up on.

Yes, but it wasn't a social call.

Giovanni had to arrest someone

and he wanted my advice, as friend and cop.

Does this person have a name? = no.

Now's not the time for discretion.

There's a corpse and your situation is rather complicated.

No discretion.

Giovanni didn't tell me and I didn't ask.

You stated that:

“Glovanni was investigating a prominent politician

involved in racketeering to win public contracts.

He wanted to know what I'd do in his place."

What did you tell him? = to wait.

The findings were shaky and...

One wrong move would've crushed the investigation.

Did he appreciate your advice?

- I don't think so. - Why?

I think he was disappointed I wasn't a dare-devil like him.

Can you tell me more about this mysterious motorcycle?

High-powered, not sure what brand.

Red.

Bright red.

What did you think when you saw it?

I felt rather uneasy.

And decided it wasn't my business.

What?

A judge in the front line in the war against the mafia

who's also your best friend,

you see a high-powered motorcycle by his house in the middle of nowhere

and it's not your business?

That's what I will never forgive myself for.

It's midnight, we're all worn out.

In his home the only prints found were yours and the maid's,

but she has a rock-solid alibi.

No sign of the mysterious motorcyclist.

How do you explain this?

Maybe he wiped them down.

Why did you ask to be transferred two years ago?

A disagreement?

No disagreement.

After years away from home, I wanted to go back.

- There was... - Go ahead.

There was a picture on his desk.

A picture of me in a frame.

Can I have it?

- A picture? - Yes.

The fact that he kept it there means a lot to me.

Will they arrest me? = no...

They can't arrest a big shot cop who answered every question.

- They'll arrest me. - Leave it to me.

Thanks, giorgio. = for what?

For agreeing to defend me.

My father died two days ago.

I'm sorry.

- How'd he die? - Heart attack.

On the 32nd floor of the Chrysler building,

an argument with another important lawyer.

I'm not in his will.

You have a right though.

Expect me to contest it in a New York court? With what money?

Poor guy, he didn't deserve it.

Nobody deserves it.

- Because I believe in law. - Law, my foot.

You want to be a lawyer to get money and girls, like your dad.

No!

He dumped us here when I was 8,

I have no desire to become like him.

Are you nuts?

The head of New York's best law firm

who gives you 3,000 dollar phones!

He's a bastard.

A pig!

- He's a man. - That's nonsense.

- It's the truth. - It's your truth.

- I want to see you at 50. - You will, you'll see!

Pal, the devil exists, don't you forget that.

Would you shut up for a second?

Listen.

Nice, what is it?

- A masterpiece. - Huh?

Ever seen a masterpiece?

Every day, when I look in the mirror.

Freeze!

It wasn't me.

I'm telling you, it was.

I wasn't there that night.

I recall perfectly.

It was a phenomenal operation, me, terzi, and molino.

Must've been someone else.

With all those flowers you plant, you've gotten confused.

Or maybe your jealousy warps your memories?

Right, my memories have been warped...

You want it all, francesco.

You want to be the perfect father, have a kinky lover,

be rich but act like you don't care about money,

be dishonest but fair.

But life doesn't work that way.

Your actions cause reactions.

- Beatrice, how do you do it? - Do what?

Be with a new man every night.

I'm not with a new man every night.

When the right guy shows up, I go with him.

And I plant a flower on my terrace.

- You do what? - Plant a flower.

You should see the garden I have!

Exactly...

Anyway, you don't have to pay me,

you should know by now.

A few favors in exchange for some pampering.

And that's what we provide.

And that's what we provide?

Sounds like an infomercial.

Beatrice, I need to go.

You say we can't make love 'cause your wife is still on your mind,

then 'cause I'm only 16, then 'cause of your daughter.

What do you want from me?

I like your company.

A guy like you doesn't think about my company.

A guy like you...

What?

Marry me.

And what about all your flowers?

You marry me.

He was at the crime scene when it happened.

Nobody else was inside or outside, he took off,

lied about the motorcyclist, the judge's questioning,

and his relationship with him.

Is that enough to convince a jury?

Michele, this case has it all: Method, words, tons of clues...

But where's the damning evidence, the real motive?

It was him, I'm sure.

He's fake. He's a shitty man.

Paola, what's with you?

You can't expect to go to trial only once all doubts are removed.

No one else could've done it.

Want to drop everything?

No, I never said that. = then arrest him.

You're late.

Late? Didn't we say 10:00?

It's 10:10.

- So no school today... - Don't be crazy.

I studied all night for my math test.

Skip it and spend the day with me.

Lucky me...

Did you tell mom at least?

We'll tell her together.

So, where should we go?

- It smells in here. - It's been closed for 4 years.

Why not sell it?

Ready in 3 minutes. Who'll set the table?

Guess?

Honey, will you help me?

- No. - Why not?

Do you have plans after we eat?

Well... I'll free myself up.

Hold on, I'll go see who it is.

Why the fuck are you here?

I can't take it.

Please, let's try to think rationally about this nightmare.

Who is it?

Nobody, be right there.

- I want you. - But I want my wife and daughter.

We messed up, let's backtrack.

But we can't.

Dad, will you close the shutters?

The shutters... will you close them?

Yes.

Were you sleeping?

I wanted to tell you I'm staying at the station tonight.

No, nothing big, just paperwork.

Martina?

Give her a kiss when she wakes up.

Don't forget.

All right.

Goodnight.

Where to?

A party.

A party?

But I freed myself up for you. = for me?

Thanks, love. So you won't get offended if I leave?

Of course I will.

Look at the flowers I got for you...

I'm always here waiting for you.

Just stop it with that key.

I know you're angry but in that moment I just let myself go.

Your mom was busy saving lives

and I felt alone, all right?

You don't regret it.

Of course I do, honey. I lost it all.

I lost you, I lost mom, what else is left?

I'm just asking you to give me another chance.

Right, another chance.

Everybody's waiting for lottery tickets to fall from the sky...

Let's give it another try, maybe this number will win.

Grow up!

Thirty.

- Huh? - Putin 30 Euros.

I held you with my hands in the water,

you kicked your feet and laughed.

You were small but confident.

I'd like to be in your place now.

Here.

"Protect your loved ones"?

Don't tell mom, it's an insurance policy.

It's not much now, but it'll grow.

Like you.

What's up, dad?

Martina, you'll hear lots of things about me,

absurd, horrible things.

Never believe them, okay?

Promise?

It'll all be fine.

Go home, it's late.

Go on.

Go.

Alice melazzi? Francesco prencipe, police. May I?

What's going on?

We've been informed that

drugs are being dealt in the building, are you aware?

No, I know nothing about it.

Your father? = yes.

- Does he live here? - He died in 1990.

- Is this your mom? - No, it's me.

What's going on?

Do you know giorgio annichiarico? =I do but...

But?

He's pursuing me but I don't like him.

You should.

Giorgio's a good guy.

No!

Nobody's here!

Excuse me, I need the phone.

It's urgent.

Professor, it's me.

Yes, I need your help.

I'm in deep shit but I didn't do anything.

Yes, okay.

Thanks.

Oh tender kisses

oh sweet caresses

while, trembling...

Alice, for 20 years I've been saying I love you.

And for 20 years I've said I don't.

- Shall I kick him off? - No, he'll leave.

- Or I'll call the police. - And report me for loving you?

Get out of my fucking life!

Hello?

The jail of potenza...

Or potenza's a jail?

Alice, I have to leave.

You'd condemn him, wouldn't you? Know why?

Because you're incapable of loving!

There's no need to fear love,

don't be afraid, there's no fear in love.

That's it...

So in 11 years, Alice went out with:

A banker, a volleyball coach,

two brothers who are mailmen,

a mechanic, a Latin teacher, but to no avail!

Know why? Because she loves me.

She doesn't know it yet but she loves me.

- Morning. - Good morning.

Did they arrest you?

Want a word with your lawyer? = no.

Shall we proceed? = yes.

- Do you plan on cooperating? - Yes.

You confirm the conversation

you had with mastropaolo on the morning of October 27th

was a sort of consultancy

about whether it was wise to arrest a major politician?

We confirm.

In judge mastropaolo's files there's no trace of this investigation.

His closest associates know nothing about it either.

You didn't find a file because he had yet to create one.

So he asked advice on a hon-existent case?

Existent but not official.

Easy...

His co-workers stated that the judge no longer trusted you,

and revoked all of your power.

Giovanni and I were close friends. = so his co-workers lied?

I didn't say that. That's their impression, I respect that.

The judge had taken away your cases and stopped speaking to you,

those are facts not impressions.

Yes, but these facts are being interpreted incorrectly.

I think Giovanni was disappointed I left his office.

I promised I never would.

Would you like to proceed?

Mr. prencipe, who do you think killed judge mastropaolo?

I'd give anything to know.

He was killed between 7:30 - 8:00.

You said when you left at 7:50 he was still alive,

so the gun must've been fired between 7:50 - 8:00.

Such a small timespan...

Either the killer was hiding in his home

or he came in and out in that tiny interval

without leaving a trace.

You're a deputy, I'm asking you:

Could someone other than the defendant have killed judge mastropaolo?

Many judicial errors are due to incorrect assessment of the time of death.

We must verify if the coroner properly considered

the internal and external temperatures.

Indeed.

Rigor mortis,

hypostatic staining...

The 7:30 - 8:00 timespan could even change by 30 minutes.

That's my reply as deputy, want my reply as defendant?

Go on.

Someone else must've killed him because I didn't do it.

And is this someone else the red motorcycle owner?

I didn't say that.

The red motorcycle was parked by the villa when I left.

Have you looked for tire marks in his driveway?

The picture you saw on his desk is not there.

What?

The agents searched the place inch by inch, no luck.

But I saw it, it was there, my picture in a leather frame.

Then someone took it.

Thanks.

Here we have...

Wait, what's this new element?

A farmer who lives a few miles from mastropaolo's villa.

On October 27th he was picking cactus fruit there

around 8:00 am.

He claims to have seen a blue Mercedes

parked there, which then sped off quickly

"like an outlaw being chased by cops”, he said.

Furthermore, he saw no sign of a high-powered motorcycle.

How do you explain that? =I don't.

The motorcycle was there when I left.

Can you explain why a friend who went for a social call

would race away like that?

I didn't race away.

I got into the car, put on a song, and drove off slowly,

then accelerated.

But that man disagrees.

He even specified what time you raced away.

I was listening to the outro for news1 on my car radio.

News1 that morning ended at 8:10,

8:10, not 10 to 8:00.

Those 20 minutes make a big difference.

So you lied to us twice:

About the motorcyclist

and the time you left the crime scene.

Because you left the villa after judge mastropaolo died!

Or rather, after you killed him.

Judge castellano, these insinuations are inadmissible.

My client will not answer that point.

We'll take the time necessary to analyze

the material... The probative material, okay.

Very well, before going,

tell us why you went to the bari airport last night.

This report from investigators says

after you drove your daughter home, you went to bari airport

and stayed at arrivals for 15 minutes.

Expecting someone? = no.

In fact, you left alone. Then why did you go?

To make a call. = a call?

Tell us why you'd go make a call at the airport late at night

instead of using your cell or home phone?

You won't tell us?

How are you?

Martina?

She wants to come see you. = no.

- Why? - I don't want her to see me like this.

I'll get out soon anyway. =-you don't know that.

Yes, I do. I didn't do anything, I'm innocent.

Everything will be fine.

Hello, deputy prencipe. Did you call me?

Hey. = hi.

Since you weren't going home,

I swapped shifts with a co-worker who asked me.

- And martina? - She's with my mom.

Here for the investigation? = yes.

This evening a girl had an accident, her name's Beatrice.

Before going under she gave us your number. Who is she?

An escort, she's our informant.

I asked whose number it was, she said "my honey's".

- What? - And you've been together for 3 years.

You want a baby together...

And you don't love your wife.

Honey, she's a junkie. She makes things up.

- And why would she? - Who knows, to upset you.

But she doesn't know I'm your wife.

Are those for me?

Who did it?

I don't know, I can't figure it out.

There must be traces.

There was a picture of me on his desk.

I don't recall where it's from but it's missing.

What do you mean, missing?

The killer must've taken it.

- Why? - Because he knows me and hates me.

This whole story seems so crazy.

Any news on the motorcycle?

Don't get used to it!

"Son of fugitive killed. Killer fled on red motorcycle"

I want pirrone.

I don't care about the others, just get him.

- Who told you he's here? - Don't worry, a reliable source.

- We're not prepared. - There's nothing to prepare.

You've done it a thousand times: Go in and bring him to hq alive.

All right.

It's empty!

Impossible!

See for yourself, it's empty.

Then there's a spy...

- Guess your source was... - There must be a spy!

And we're all in danger, all of us!

- The attorney isn't coming. - What?

We were talking and he hung up.

Fine, we can postpone.

No, let's do it.

We need to wrap up this situation.

Confess. 15 years, 10 with good conduct.

Out in time for your daughter's wedding.

A fit of rage.

So we eliminate premeditation.

You wouldn't say this to someone else.

When you insinuated I was the spy, the mafia's informer,

I didn't cause a stink or accuse you.

I just defended myself.

I'm not settling the score, francesco. Facts are your rivals, not me.

And facts say that you killed judge mastropaolo.

You're funny when you act like inspector montalbano.

You've studied too much, Michele. This is life, not an exam.

I know all about life. Especially yours.

Luxury, women... Or should I say young girls?

Nice cars, overseas trips, gambling.

We have the same salary, but I can't afford 1/10 of these vices.

That's the problem, I've never paid to sleep with a woman.

Remember Miriam and federica from police academy?

You were nuts about them both.

And when I slept with them both, how did you react?

You mention my cars? I've always bought used cars.

Trips? Last minute, half price.

Gambling is a vice, yes.

I've lost, but I've won more.

So what are we talking about?

Are you a cop or not? =I am.

Then find some evidence instead of indulging your views.

You've always followed one lead.

But you should investigate everyone's lives, corroborate.

We have!

We spoke to associates, informers, relatives, friends.

Even his American ex. But nothing, no black hole.

The most reliable informers are sure the mafia isn't behind this murder.

They say it was a Maverick who acted alone,

with no clan logic, to settle his own score.

Find the motorcyclist then. Look for tire marks in the driveway.

- We're looking into it. - Looking into it?

I'm in jail for no reason and you're looking into it?

There was an article in the paper... =l read it.

- And? - They're investigating.

Expect me to question every red motorcycle owner in Italy?

If you want the truth, yes. = see...

A fit of rage and...

You shot him.

Take my advice, francesco, confess.

Are you fucking maralfa?

With that trendy beard...

But in bed, she is the slave.

Does the professor agree with your line of defense?

The old man at the airport told us you spoke to a certain "professor",

and used a deferential tone as if intimidated.

Since I've known you, I've never seen you be intimidated

so who could this professor be and why are you afraid of him?

He must've heard wrong.

Probably deaf at his age.

I am not a killer.

You swore.

You're not a liar, you're worse.

You make things up.

You make up lives...

Honest, dishonest, cowardly ones...

Upright, exemplary, disgusting ones...

And then we just erase it.

We forget it all. New lives!

But it doesn't work like that.

It doesn't.

I was dripping in sweat. = me too.

So, are you leaving?

Want me to stay?

Is this what you call male loyalty?

You think you understand everything.

Investigations, hearings...

A world of kids, good and bad ones.

Heroes of nothing, the two of you.

The loneliest of all.

Boss!

- I don't know how to play. - Come here.

Come on.

How's it going, boss?

- Not well. - You should be well.

Your trial starts tomorrow, get pumped.

Read the papers carefully.

What do you know?

What do you think?

I think you're afraid of freedom.

In here you eat, sleep, drink without hassle.

But out there someone might run you over on the street,

maybe a red motorcycle.

Wake up! Or you'll end up badly.

What if he killed himself?

Who got rid of the gun?

You.

You respected him so much you didn't want the news to get out.

So you threw the gun in the sea

and risked being blamed for it.

Giorgio, get some rest.

The trial's tomorrow, you need to be sharp.

- You don't trust me. - Nonsense.

You don't trust me!

How can I trust you?

Where were you when I called this morning? Out stalking?

From belluno?

Yes, after university a friend found me a job here.

She was even a biathlon champ in '95/'96.

Alberto tomba gave her a prize.

- How do you know? - How do I know?

I know everything about you. And I'd like to get to know more.

Giorgio!

I'm kidding.

- Take it easy. - What?

Are you judging me, your honor?

I'm totally sober, for your information.

I'll get more prosecco.

I'll come too.

Everything's fine, okay? Stay calm, giorgio.

Can I talk to you? =huh?

I have something important to tell you.

Can't we hear this important thing?

Hey, Alice!

Leave her alone.

- Let go. - Calm down.

Are you insane?

You need to knock it off! You're a pain in the ass!

She's not into you.

She's the woman of my dreams.

No, she doesn't want you.

Then why'd she come tonight?

Why did she come tonight?

Giovanni asked her to come. = dumb-ass...

You don't understand how to approach things.

All you think about is you. Always you.

You don't even know who your real friends are.

If I were in your place,

I'd absolve francesco prencipe.

Too many doubts.

Many clues, yes,

but... I'd think...

No evidence.

I wouldn't feel right locking up

a respected law official.

I wouldn't have the nerve to listen to my conscience,

to the voice of truth,

to judge mastropaolo's cry.

I'd be afraid to err.

But I know my nature,

and I often tend to shirk personal responsibilities,

those that should be faced.

All of the evidence

demonstrates the defendant was the only person at the crime scene

when the murder took place.

His prints were the only ones found in the victim's villa.

And it was him who was seen fleeing right after the murder

with the speed of someone fleeing from a nightmare.

The defendant has no alibi,

he lied about the timeframe,

about the reason he went to see the victim,

and about the state of their relationship,

when the motive for this crime is to be found in that very relationship.

He even tried to unload responsibility

on a mysterious motorcyclist

whom there's no trace of, if not in his imagination.

This in itself, I'd think if I were you, wrongly,

doesn't make francesco prencipe a killer.

But I am weak, I admit it.

In a trial like this,

there is ho room for weakness.

You will know how to give due weight to these truths.

And in doing so perhaps

you'll think about judge Giovanni mastropaolo,

who knew he had many enemies,

but never suspected the most dangerous one

lurked within that man he considered his brother.

That is why I am asking for the maximum penalty:

Life sentence.

Hold on...

What's in that drawer?

What? Jewelry, a weapon?

What? Poison?

When you get the key go open it and see.

May I?

You may. But you'll break our pact.

Pal, the devil exists.

Don't you forget that.

Run, shithead.

Run!

Come on!

Mr. greco, do you swear to tell the truth,

the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?

Yes.

As requested by the da, the witness will be examined by the public prosecutor.

Mr. greco, did you know judge mastropaolo?

No.

May I ask why you were there that day?

I was picking fruit.

Your honor, is oronzo greco that man or the man next to him?

Attorney annichiarico, "the man next to him" as you said,

is an interpreter legitimately requested by the public prosecutor.

As I explained, Mr. greco has been a farmer all of his life,

and he isn't ashamed to admit his Italian isn't perfect.

Hence, "the man next to him" translates his apulian dialect

so that we can understand him clearly.

Do you have an objection to this?

- No objection, your honor. - Good.

Carry on.

So Mr. greco, that day you were picking cactus fruit.

What did you see?

The car raced off and kicked up dust.

Can you tell us which car you saw race off?

Number three.

Three. The defendant's car,

a Mercedes glc 220.

Can you tell us what time you saw the car race off?

Your honor, he should understand that, no?

Sit down, attorney.

The radio music was on.

Can you be more precise? What music? What radio?

The music that plays at the end of news1.

You mean the news1 outro? And where did you hear it?

In my car on the radio.

He's putting words in his mouth.

How can you be so sure?

I listen to it every day.

Could you be mistaken?

No.

As you can see on the printouts,

the outro for news1 on October 27, 2018 ended precisely at 8:10.

Mr. greco, do you clearly remember

where car number 3 was parked?

By the entrance of the house.

So you saw that the car

was parked and then it drove off?

- Yes. - Did it drive off fast or slow?

Like lightning.

One last question, Mr. greco:

Did you see a motorcycle parked near the defendant's car?

A red motorcycle.

- No. - You didn't? Are you sure?

Yes.

Thank you very much, Mr. greco.

That's all, your honor.

Listen...

Give this to the professor.

Don't be late for lunch, they're serving delicious cactus fruit.

Weapon: A 9 mm gun that was never found.

So no prints.

Investigation verified that no shot was fired from your service gun

and the swab was negative, there's no proof you held a gun.

You could've wiped down the gun but it's not your fault,

if monno is so dumb that he waited 24 hours to test the weapon.

Motive: A murder without motive is simply not plausible.

We're not talking about a psychopath, and there's no motive.

Giovanni's co-workers' speculation about your strained friendship is just drivel.

Your prints: You were in Giovanni's home the morning he was killed,

you never denied that.

It's unlikely someone waited for you to leave,

went in to kill him, wiped their prints, and ran off.

Then there's the mysterious airport call:

An anonymous call to an anonymous person you won't name.

Maralfa is playing this up and it did influence the jury.

There are tons of reasons why a man remains tight-lipped:

You called a young lover,

or a doctor about an illness you don't want people to know about...

Can't a person make a call without having to explain it?

Based on these elements, no judge can condemn you.

But they will.

They'll condemn you due to an old farmer's testimony

since he has "honest" written on his forehead.

I thought about it all night.

The problem isn't that he saw you leave at 8:10,

no jury would give life in prison for such an uncertain element

like the exact time of death.

That old man called you a liar.

And if you are a liar...

Ol-al.

Remember?

Applied criminal procedure class with professor storelli,

he had a bush of white hair, like Einstein,

we could barely understand his words.

Know his theory?

No.

He said the judge and defendant almost have a romantic relationship.

If he finds out you lied, he'll act like a man scorned

even if it's a white lie and the rest is true.

From then on it's ol-al.: One lie, all lies.

- So according to this Einstein, I am... - Totally screwed.

But this theory applies to witnesses too.

Especially to witnesses,

who by law must tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

If the witness tells one lie, they lose credibility.

Even if it's an old man with "honest" written on his forehead.

And what would this lie be?

What would this lie be?

Dunno.

But tomorrow I'm going to the villa because I have a hunch,

something tells me there's a gap in that old man's testimony.

- Youup toit? - Yes.

Then I'll find a substitute for tomorrow, it's essential.

Let's review.

I wanted to say that...

It's absurd to think a man would take his best friend's life,

that the victim would call his killer to kill him,

that he'd kill without motive,

that a law-abiding man is blamed instead of any other criminal.

It's absurd that a police officer

would commit a murder when everyone knew he was at the crime scene,

that an expert investigator

would leave the scene of the crime without wiping his prints

and would make up a story about a red motorcycle with no proof.

It's absurd that a law enforcer like me,

who for 20 years fought against every sort of criminal,

would suddenly

become a ruthless killer.

It's all so absurd.

And more than anything,

I have to say

It's absurd that I'm even here.

The trial against francesco prencipe...

I can't do it with a ring on...

Main suspect in the murder of Giovanni mastropaolo...

See you Tuesday?

The judge killed in his home in nardo in October

is winding up.

They had reached closing arguments

but the defense asked for additional investigations which the judge approved.

There's been no official statement from the public prosecutor.

What are you doing?

Reading dad's old school books?

Did he give his statement?

What did he say?

That he and Giovanni were lucky to have met.

That they had a great friendship.

Friendship doesn't exist.

We all want something from someone

and whoever gives it to you is a friend.

- Giovanni wanted nothing from your dad. - Yes, he did.

Like all gods who need a cupbearer to feel omnipotent.

Do you still love dad?

Bailiff, let the witness in.

Your honor, may I show the witness a photo?

I object. The photo was not entered as trial evidence.

It's a photo taken yesterday of the bay of Santa caterina.

I'd like the witness to show me the places he mentioned in his testimony.

Objection overruled.

- Attorney, get to the point. - Thank you.

Mr. greco,

this is the view from the driveway of judge mastropaolo's villa.

Please show me, Mr. greco,

where the cactus you were picking fruit from on October 27th is.

Where is the plant?

Here?

This is the plant? This one.

This is the same plant, but seen from behind.

The same plant.

We see the driveway in front of the victim's villa.

Is it the same plant, Mr. greco?

- Yes. - The same you picked fruit from?

So it's the same plant from where you saw the defendant's car race off?

- Are you sure? - Yes, I'm sure.

Good.

Because you see, Mr. greco,

this plant doesn't grow fruit.

I have the report

of an esteemed botanist

who has already worked with public prosecutor's office

and with Ms. maralfa herself on one case.

The report says, please excuse my ignorance,

that this plant grows in terrain that is too rich

in "vermicompost".

Furthermore, despite its dimensions,

the plant is too young to bear fruit, it doesn't even have blossoms.

But there's another cactus that bears red, juicy fruit

oh that same hill.

Let me show it to you.

This is the only other cactus ohn that hill.

Mr. greco, forgive me,

I don't want to put words in your mouth or pressure you,

but could this be the cactus

you picked fruit from on October 27th?

- Yes. - So you were mistaken before?

I think so, too.

I have one last photo to show you,

it shows judge mastropaolo's villa from the cactus in question.

Take a look, jury, your honor.

As you can see, from this spot it is impossible,

impossible to see the villa's driveway.

Silence.

Ol-al.

Mr. greco, if, as you yourself admitted,

you were wrong about the cactus,

perhaps you were also wrong about the defendant's car.

And in regards to the time of day,

maybe your mind deceived you and you didn't hear the new1 outro

while the defendant's car passed by?

Since you couldn't see the driveway from where you were,

how can you state there was no red motorcycle there that morning?

That's all, your honor.

Ma'am, any questions for the witness?

Ma'am?

Mr. greco, you are under oath, you must tell the truth.

Silence!

Do you realize you could be charged with perjury?

Ma'am, it's not your place to admonish the witness. Ask your question.

No further questions.

Come in.

When's the verdict?

Tomorrow.

No journalists allowed inside, no one authorized to watch the trial.

- Is that you? - Who?

Cross-examination of the key witness by the defense has ended.

My goodness, attorney, it's my treat!

"Il finally start looking for you by stopping to.

Never again.

A few words and you walk with me

alongside my nostalgia.

And I've never loved you as much...

Wonderful.

We still don't know the content of this testimony

which is crucial to the trial's outcome.

Rosso antico, please.

Another.

In the name of the Italian people,

bari's court of assizes, based on article 530 of the criminal code,

acquits francesco prencipe of the crime, grounds withheld.

Court is adjourned.

I wasn't sure you'd shake.

Do you think you're that important?

See you at the appeal. =I doubt it.

I'll read the grounds and talk to the da,

but I have no intention of appealing.

You see, if you're innocent,

then justice has been served and we should all be glad.

But if you're guilty...

But seeing how things went, I see no probability.

Don't be so smug, it's beneath you.

Know what a great judge used to say?

In the end, this courtroom is just the latrine of passions.

Take care.

"That description is wrong” she says.

"If she did what she's accused of, she's an Oscar-winning actress".

"She's not acting”, I say.

"She really believes she's innocent".

Be careful,

because with this downfall of conscience,

anyone, even loved ones,

could do things they never expected to do.

Why me?

I'm a mediocre attorney, I drink, I'm unreliable.

Why did you want me? = that's not true.

You're a great attorney and you just proved it.

This was sent to me after greco's deposition.

It's not signed.

It says to go to the villa and examine the cactus.

Someone else saved you.

You just needed a faithful dog

who'd bring back the stick after you tossed it.

I don't believe you.

I don't think you hate your life.

You chose to be who you are. Even worse than a killer.

And you fucked Alice, too.

She called me when she heard I cleared you.

I'd been waiting forever to see her name on my phone.

She said I'm a dumb-ass...

You went to her house for a so-called search 9 years ago and...

There in the entryway... Oh the credenza...

Is it true?

You're sick.

You're still 8 years old,

like when your father left and you dreamt of being an opera singer.

You made up this love to help you live,

but even if she came knocking on your door

you wouldn't let her in, know why?

Because you'd have to change,

stop going out at night at 4:00 am being pitied by bartenders,

stop thinking you're a poet when you're a drunk,

stop dreaming you could've graced important stages

when you don't have the voice.

You should be a partner for her but let's get real,

you wouldn't be capable of it.

You're the sick one.

All you want to do is possess.

Even things you don't like, in fact,

that's what you like most.

And I have a great voice.

Where are we going?

And these are my wishes:

The family villa in Santa caterina di nardo...

What's the best part of your job?

When I realize the defendant's innocent.

Professor, it's prencipe.

Nice to meet you.

The professor suggests you disappear for a while.

How long?

As long as you would've been in jail if we hadn't saved you.

You'll leave tomorrow.

Do I look like a kid? Good.

'Cause this is what will keep us united.

There's a hidden drawer in the desk that belonged to my father.

On the bottom right-hand side, hidden by a panel just like the other side.

But this one can be removed, you just need to press it.

It's the only one, there are no copies.

Take it and hand it off to each other often.

Never tell me who has it.

Why?

Or I'll be tempted to open the drawer

and take out what I put inside.

What you put inside is yours.

No, it's ours now.

And nobody must ever touch it.

What is it?

That drawer must never be opened.

That's our pact, forever.

“Judicial seizure of property. Do not enter"

Will you quit the force?

"Il grievously conclude that dep. Prencipe has been conspiring with the mafia."

"Why did you give into the devil?"

Flight for Rome. = hello.

Luggage? = just this.

- This goes straight to Boston. - Yes.

Can I send through one last bag? Thanks.

- Did you get a roaming plan? - Yes.

Gate 4. = relax.

That way, use the fast track.

Thanks.

Call me when he's back.

- There's been no news. - He will come back.

He just hasn't been able to.

Go.

I'll call from Rome.

I want her to have this, make sure.

Is lunch ready?

Canl come in?