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I remember when I first came here.

All I'd been told
was that Forte dei Marmi

was an elegant seaside resort.

In fact,

it was like stepping into a postcard,

where everything seemed staged.

The blue and white cabanas

of the private beaches.

The raked sand.

The sound of laughter
carried by the breeze.

And I was struck
by a sense of timelessness...

Bicycles drifting silently along
the promenade at sunset.

A perfect place
for a summer vacation, a refuge.

But even in Forte dei Marmi,

the days grow shorter
and the nights longer.

The Apuane Alps,

exchange their white marbled peaks

for a cloak of frozen snow.

Darkness devours the light

and fear finds us.

Even in Forte dei Marmi,

we have learned to lock our doors.

This sunny, serene little town

now appears empty.

As if it were... evacuated.

This is a winter story.

Help!

Help!

Help!

What's wrong?

It's the Clementis. They're saying
they'll only talk to you.

From Barbados.

Have they really
got nothing better to do?

Something on their gate camera
freaked them out.

I was hoping to get
a few hours sleep tonight.

You said if it was a Premium Client...
I should call you.

You did the right thing.
Good night, Emma.

Sleep.
- I'll try.

Mr. Clementi.

Are you at the house?
- Yes. I'm here.

And? Is everything alright?

The perimeter cameras
are all clear.

Yeah, but...
- No sign of any forced entry.

Look, it was really distressing,
the girl's face.

It just made us wonder
who else might be lurking around...

It's like an invasion these days,
you can't be too sure, you know?

Not everything is immigrants.

Please, check everything yourself.
- Alright, I'll check.

Thank you, Mr. Santini.

OK. A good day to you.

Actually,
it's the middle of the night here.

But thank you.

Goodbye, Santini.
- Goodbye.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

What the fuck's he doing!

Good evening, Mr. Santini.
- Yeah,

I've got a likely drunk driver
on Via Volta and Via Carrara.

License plate PI55388.

We'll send someone right away.

Thank you... Thank you.

Never mind.

You sure?

Yeah, yeah, good night.

What's your problem, asshole?
- Dario...

Do I know you?

I know your mother.

Come on, get in, you can't drive like
that. I'll take you home. Come on.

Easy! Easy!
- Shit.

Just tell me what happened.

I'll deal with you later.

No, you won't.

He was driving drunk.
He's lucky I found him.

I worry that it's more than alcohol.

So what were you up to?

Some billionaire lost his cat?

The car's on Via Volta.

Thank you, Roberto.

Good night.
- Yes...

It's good to see you.

Dario? Dario, open up!

Dario, open up!

Good morning.

Who are you trying to kid?

Even Angela knows
you weren't here last night.

She got home at three in the morning!

Whatever happened to house rules?

I'm just curious...

Your clients, the anthropologists,

do they know
you're sleeping in their house

when you're not sleeping?

They're in South Africa,
they don't get back for a while.

Where was she?

Ask her yourself.

Why don't you track her?

I'm not installing that shit
on her phone.

Let her have her own life.
- Sure!

Listen, you're on the front page
this morning with Pilati.

PILATI BACKS CLAUDIA RAFFAELLI.

Fantastic! I'd forgotten.

You pleased?

Good morning.

And good morning to you, too, Miss.

We are fine, thank you for asking.

You got something to say...?

Angela, you broke curfew.

How many times have I told you that you
can't be late on a school night?

I already told Mom.

I was doing homework with Ginevra.
We fell asleep.

Anyway, where were you?

I'm late. Gotta go.

No texting on your bike!

I know, you always tell me.
- Your mother made front page news...

Angela, did you see Mom
on the front page?

She didn't hear me...

And if she had...?
Do you think she cares?

Here comes somebody who does care.

Crap. Matteo. He's early.

This is not a good look for us.

Just take the damn sleeping tablets.
I feel like I'm married to a vampire.

The tablets made me feel crazy.

And this is a better crazy?
- Good morning.

Matteo!
- Well done on the front page.

Thanks! Great, wasn't it!
- Yes, I saw it.

Here's the new cut.

You're going to love it.

VERSION 5
FOR A SAFER TOWN

New music.

Sea...yes.

Perfect!

The whole panorama...

With the Forte.
- This is the painful part.

I'm tense.
- That's not true!

In a world under threat,

a vote for me
is a vote for a safer future!

You look great.

FOR A SAFER TOWN

The Pilati fundraiser...

our head count now includes...
- Who's that?

Marcello... Ferrario.

Ferrario the billionaire?
- Yup.

This is gigantic, fantastic stuff.

I know. Ferrario's personal security
team already left a message.

Is this something for Mr. Santini?

No. I'm handling it.
- Good.

Let's go!

Good morning.
- Good morning.

Still here?

I need to show you something.

What?

Last night's recording
on the Clementi camera.

Fuck!

What clients have we further east?
- Do they have 'history function'?

Yes.

Everybody has 'history function'
on their perimeter cameras

whether they pay for it or not.

I didn't sleep a wink last night.

What's with the coat? You cold?

I hate winter, I hate it!

Damn, we're good.
- The best.

Look... look.

There.

Who are they arresting?
- I don't know.

Fuck.

What is it?

That's Walter
and his daughter, Maria.

Spezi.

He was my technician.

The best in the business.

Who's that doing the recording?

CREATIVE WRITING CLASS

OK! Before bestowing upon you
my pearls of wisdom...

I've got some bad news for you.

Maria Spezi,
your classmate, is in hospital.

Oh, God. What happened?

She tripped on one
of her father's empty bottles.

Guys, please!

Anyway, Maria is OK, nothing serious!
And now please let's get to work.

Right...

Angela. Your essay. 'Bone of Contention'.

-Are you ready to share?
- Sorry. I need another week for research

I just have to wrestle my parents
into the same room

for more than ten seconds.
- Prof...

Darling, I don't know
how to get it through to you!

I'm not your professor.

Geography, history,
learn all that from the others.

I'm here to help you find
the truth without censorship.

Not the crap you see on TV,
or your social networks!

I'm here...

to teach you how to make
life interesting on the page,

Admittedly with an eye
on the road to agents,

publishers and editors...

Cellphones.

Ashes to ashes.

Dust to dust.

We commit these phones

to their temporary place of rest.

I remind you!
Nothing will leave this sacred place.

So, please, no judgment,

honesty all the way.

Ginevra! Go! I'm all yours.

Provisional title: 'Busted!'

"The first time I met
my father's business partner,

Volmaro,

I was six.

Ten years later, I was his Lolita.

And he was my revenge
against my parents.

I was insatiable."

Mom...

"Insatiable.

But it wasn't about fucking.

It was about fucking
with people's heads..."

Excuse me, Angela?
Any other noises you want to make?

I'm sorry. I mean...

does anybody else think that the
narrator's point of view lacks... empathy?

Sir, this is my trauma.

There's no way
I'm going to take this kind of abuse.

No, you're right.

You're not. Ginevra, continue.

"We couldn't get away with it
all the time..."

Hey, Enzo.
- Security Man!

Everything OK?
- Fine, you?

Fine! Listen...

The guy filming, who is he?
- Domenichetti.

Come on, the case is closed.

He's guilty, he admitted it...
look at the file.

Spezi's neighbor, Rizieri,

reported Spezi being drunk
right before the incident.

He feared for the daughter's safety.

Said there'd been a pretty big row
between them earlier in the evening.

"It's a steep climb, you know,
back to normal."

Climb?

Some people can't make it.

Maria...

On a scale of one to ten
how bad is the pain?

Eleven.

Let's start very slowly.

Can you move your fingers?
Like so.

Good girl, the other way?

I need to check the range
of motion in your shoulder.

Give your whole arm over to me.
Trust me with it.

Let's try again! Let go...

Right, Maria...

Your arm was dislocated.

If you carry on like this, you risk
your shoulder becoming frozen!

The more you do now,
the better your future.

Go on... eat the forbidden fruit.

Already did.
- Again.

Sweetheart, you need to find
someone your own age.

You're... insatiable.

Insatiable!

Don't you dare compare me to Ginevra.

What we have is real.

I need to work.

What's wrong?

Sunday evening
you came home really late

and didn't let me stay. Why?

You're sounding like my ex-wife
who's 'ex' for a reason, by the way.

You know
I don't want to bother you.

There's something you're not telling me.
I just want to know, to help...

Listen...

The delivery date for the book
the pressure, it's driving me crazy.

I've just got to finish it.
And I can't if you stay.

Just give me a week
and then I'll be all yours.

But now, go, please.

You still haven't answered my question.
Where were you on Sunday?

I was driving around.
- Doing what?

Looking for something.

For what?
- I don't know. Something. My muse!

Well, that bitch, Ginevra,
just posted a photo of you.

Any good?

Very cool.
In the school courtyard.

Good.

They'd all die if they knew.

They must never know, Angela.

Never ever!

You're hurting me...

What's up?

I'm synching the audio
from Domenichetti's cell.

It's my fault!

It's my fault!

You know, as tragic
as all this Spezi business is...

The timing couldn't be better
for you, could it?

That's a low blow...

You look great, by the way.

Really?
- Yeah.

Is that for the event
or for Pilati?

If I weren't married,
I might be attracted to him.

No, no. You are married,
and you're still attracted to him.

I get it!

He's the opposite of me.

He's all the things I'll never be.
Rich. Elegant.

Rich...

Maybe in another universe...

Here we are!

Try and look happy tonight,
Roberto.

And for God's sake
don't shake Pilati's hand.

What's all that about?
The whole 'not touching' thing?

I guess if you're that rich, you can
afford to have any phobia you want.

Still, kind of a relationship
deal-breaker, don't you think?

Not necessarily.

Boss...
- Good evening, Santini.

Good evening, Claudia.
- Good evening.

Looking sharp tonight, Carlo.

Good evening.
- Good evening.

Curzio...
- Claudia...

Impressive turnout.

Some pretty deep pockets
in this room.

Thanks to you.
- Thanks to you.

Roberto, look at your wife,
this evening, in this light,

a Medici Venus...

Feminine on the outside,

firm as marble on the inside.
You are a lucky man, Roberto.

I've always thought so, yes.

Speeches in five.
- Of course.

Billionaire-Ferrario is already here.

Matteo. Please.
Just 'Ferrario is already here'.

I'll have a whisky.
- Roberto!

May I introduce you
to my new American client, Camille.

She just bought on Via Gorizia.

Just in time,
if the rumors are true.

What rumors this time?
- Once Marcello Ferrario buys,

we're looking
at a 20% house price bump.

You know Ferrario's not supposed
to be here tonight, right?

No cameras allowed.

God forbid a high profile 'Liberal'
should be seen to be supporting

a 'Conservative' candidate...

Are we boring you?

Yes.

No, I'm kidding.

Sorry. I'm dealing
with horrendous insomnia.

Oh, you poor thing,
are you taking anything?

Because if you're not careful,
you can start hallucinating.

Yes, I know.

Well, for starters, no alcohol.

Everybody! Your attention, please!

I know that for many of you
Forte dei Marmi

is a second home.
Or third. Or fourth.

But it's a place

we all cherish.

And let nobody tell us
we haven't earned it.

Ladies and gentleman,

I give you our next mayor,

our first woman mayor,

and, I guarantee,
our best mayor ever!

Claudia Raffaelli.
For a safer Forte dei Marmi!

Thank you.

I was born in Forte dei Marmi.

I grew up here.

My daughter grew up here.

And I intend on growing old here.

As a child, I wandered free.

Every street was safe.

Every front door was unlocked.
No-one had any reason to be afraid.

Imagine.

There's a reason
why we call them 'invaders'...

'undesirables'.

And let us not forget

how much we owe to our
Chief of Police, Mori,

for solving the recent spate
of burglaries,

now finally under control.

You know,

this dramatic incident

that just occurred

in the early hours of Sunday morning,

involving that poor girl,

is a case in point.

She was attacked...
by someone she trusted.

You're not coming in?

You don't need me
prowling around all night.

Everybody fell in love with you tonight.

Claudia. What's wrong?

The bitch changed her story.

She's saying it happened at Pilati's.

What?

Don't worry. Pilati wasn't there.
He was in Milan. The house was empty.

But that's not the point.
It's the optics.

You have to fix this, Roberto.

As soon as possible, understand?

Alright.

Is that too tight?

Let me loosen it a little...

Show me your hand... there.

Roberto, please tell your wife
to calm down.

The girl is obviously
protecting her father.

The anaesthetic wore off,
she realized he was locked up,

she panicked.

Now she's claiming
it happened at Pilati's place,

that there was a lot of drinking
and some boy.

A boy?

A boy whose name she conveniently forgot.
It's bullshit.

An obvious fabrication.

Look, Spezi's been here before,

drunk and disorderly,
resisting arrest.

He confessed at the scene
of the crime, let's not forget that.

Any drugs involved?
- Nothing in toxicology,

beyond the painkiller
the hospital gave her.

So where's Spezi?
- We're releasing him.

I know. What can I do?
She refuses to press charges.

Don't worry, we're sending her home
with a social worker.

Sorry. Alessandro, can you take over?
- Sure.

I just lost a bet with myself.

What do you mean?

I was sure you would take another
seven years to call me.

Did you pick up Dario's car?

Yes!

I need to talk to him.
Where does he work?

If my son has done something terrible,
you'd tell me, right?

Yes, I would tell you.

He works at Gilda's Beach.
The restaurant.

Alright. Then maybe...

we'll meet again. Bye.
- OK.

Dario? He stopped showing up about
six weeks ago.

Did he say why?

We're getting on fine without him.

Thanks.

If you find that dickhead Dario,

tell him to call me, Letizia.

So I can ignore him.

Maria, tell me where you sleep.

Upstairs.

And, Mr. Spezi, where do you sleep?

Down here.

And are you in regular employment,
enough to meet your needs?

Yes.

You sure you're alright?

Why does everybody keep
asking me that?

I'm fine here.

Alright.

I'm leaving now.

This is for her pain.

Please make sure
she takes it as prescribed.

Goodbye, Maria.

Maria, I'm sorry, if you want
we can talk about what happened.

I don't want to talk about it.

Don't worry.
I told them it wasn't you.

Maria... listen... Maria...

I'm going to clear my name
of everything, you'll see.

They can't keep treating us like this!

They can't keep treating us like this.

You fell asleep.

I can help you.

Mr. Santini? Everything OK here?
- He fell asleep.

Light's green, sir.
You get to where you need to be.

Roberto. The sleeplessness...

The night. The dark.
It's a new perspective.

Embrace it.
- Fuck off, witch!

It's the one rotten tooth
in the smile that is Forte dei Marmi.

You have no idea
how long I've waited for this moment.

I love it.

Wonderful!

Can we go inside?
- Sure.

For the outside,

discreet perimeter cameras,
all thermal.

so no light pollution,
motion-activated, obviously.

All with facial recognition
and discernment

be it friends, relatives,

or 'undesirables'.

Basically, the answer
to all your questions is 'yes'.

Today everything's possible.

Look, nobody was raped.
Nobody died.

No bones were broken.
All hymens remained intact.

It was a domestic dispute.
Nothing more.

You're in the right business,
Mr. Santini.

Eh, yes, my dear Marcello.

We're targets, men like us.

The world has changed.

We can no longer afford

to be seduced by the needy.

Marcello, I don't want a fortress,

I love how central the villa is.
- Yeah, there's everything here.

She just wants to be within walking
distance of Prada and Gucci.

Shall we go?

The house is beautiful, it's wonderful.

Read me some of your book.

Not ready.

This time, I want us to come together.
At the exact same moment.

I don't want to come until you do.

For fuck's sake, Angela...

You don't seem to want me
as much as you did...

I thought it might help...

What the fuck are you going on about,
Angela,

I'm 40 not 70!

And you really think
that's the problem.

You really think a blue pill
is going to solve everything?

Jesus Christ, Angela,
you really are a little girl.

It's such a shame.
- What?

That these are the people
you need for your campaign.

Come on, it's all part of the game.
- Game?

Yes.

'All hymens remained intact'?
Beautiful!

How the fuck is it possible?
- What?

To not give a fuck
what happened to Maria.

It was a joke.

A joke?
- Yes, a joke!

That girl is scarred for life!

I just can't help wondering how we'd
feel if Angela had been the victim.

But she wasn't. And I'm trying
to make sure she never will be.

Not her, not any other girl!
- Yeah, yeah...

Yeah, yeah...

Roberto, I have to ask you.
Are you seeing Elena again?

No!

No... so these...

Then what are these blue pills?
- They're not mine.

They're not yours?
- They're not mine.

Yes, they are. Masculus V.

Claudia, I'm 40, not 70!

I don't need them.
- Sure! You're too much of a stud.

Where did you find them?
- At home, where did I find them?

Have a look,
there'll be a receipt or a bill...

Let me check my bag...
- It'll be an online order.

There. Found it!

You hoped I wouldn't find it, but...

they're Angela's.

What does she need them for?

I mean, is that even legal? She's a minor.
Who gave them to her?

Who the hell is she sleeping with?

She's going to bed with some old guy.

This family's falling apart.

Nobody deals with anything!

We're like lodgers who happen
to be sharing the same house...

and nothing more.

You're mad...

I thought he was, like, in jail.

Only the hottest fashions
in Forte dei Marmi.

Oh, God, guys...

He's coming this way.

Hopefully not. Oh, my God!

Hey, what are you doing?

Little Chiara!
Your face hasn't changed!

Well?

And you?

Maria's birthday parties.
That's it. Remember?

My wife's 'torta paradiso'.

You ate a bit too much of them...

What happened to us all?

I don't know... dunno!

Anyway...

No... no!

That's the September case.
It goes after the April arrest.

September is when they tazered me.

I was minding my own business
in the park.

The police are being pressured
to make more arrests.

"A Safer Future"?!

Not for the likes of me. I'm just
another statistic. Everybody knows.

255 LIKES. ONLY THE HOTTEST FASHIONS
IN FORTE DEI MARMI.

Did you see this?
- What?

A message from Angela.
"Urgent family meeting 3pm tomorrow."

"No excuses." What's she up to?

We'll find out tomorrow.

No excuses...

The good news is that of the five
families who own Villa Casamora,

four have agreed.

One brother is still holding out.

Holding out for what?
- He wants more than a fifth.

Good for him. Is he bluffing?

Honestly, yes.
- Don't mind me.

Now we'll continue
with the subject of the contract...

It's me...
- Hello.

So.
Are we an unfinished conversation?

Yes...

Look,

if you can think of a place,
I can buy us the time.

When?
- Tonight?

I mean, I'm pretty sure
I can sort out a babysitter.

Wait. You don't expect me
to look after Federico, do you?

Of course not... It would be inhuman of me
to ask such a thing of you.

He's going to Hugo's house.

And why didn't you tell me
you'd quit your job?

I hate my life. You okay for tonight?

OK...

I'll text you. Bye.

Who was that?

Emma.

She wants to swap nights for days.

I brought you a coffee.
- Thank you.

Fuck.

"Conditions of sale:

The sale takes place under
the following terms and conditions..."

I'll explain later...

"The real estate under discussion,

are and will be until the date
of the definitive contract of sale..."

Because I have to tell you something...

"... deeds,
free of mortgage restrictions".

It's that...
- No!

Don't touch him!

You cannot touch him!
Is that clear?

I didn't want to...
- I'm sorry.

Any touching...
It's like handling dead flesh.

Curzio, I'm sorry, I'm mortified.

Unbelievable!

I'm finished, I'm going.
- Yes.

Goodbye.
- I'm sorry.

Dario, you idiot.

And here we have Maria.

Well done, cheers!

Well done, Pilati.

ERASED
REFORMATTED

ERASED
REFORMATTED

Emma! Why would random internal
cameras be reformatted at Pilati's?

Oh, that must have been
Ferrario's team.

Ferrario's team?
Who authorized this?

Your wife.

But history on the perimeter
cameras is stored on the Cloud.

She gave them full access.

They needed to remove any evidence
that Ferrario was there.

Full access.

That fucking fundraiser.

The studio recordings
have vanished as well. Why?

Because Ferrario was in here!
Because we were all in here!

That's why it's not there.

I'm sorry. Claudia said
not to bother you with it.

Don't worry, I'm sorry.

Well done, Claudia.

Brilliant, Claudia.

I hate Hugo.

No, you don't.
- Yes, I do.

How's it going?
- Fine.

Thank you! I owe you!
- Don't worry.

Be good. I love you.

What is it?

He's nocturnal. Like you.

He's my conscience.
- Not tonight he's not.

Any hidden cameras, Mr. Santini?

Anyone else watching us?

Can thermal cameras
detect sexual arousal?

Definitely.

It's OK, Freddie, it's OK. I'm coming now.
I'm literally getting in my car.

Alright?

Elena!

Elena!

What is it? What's wrong?
- Federico just called me in a panic.

He never wanted to spend
the night at Hugo's. I made him.

What kind of mother am I?

Do you see why I can't do this
with you? It's like I lose my mind.

I'm sorry, I thought I could,
but this is wrong.

I'm running out of time
to make mistakes.

Mistake? That's what this is now?

You're the one
who said we were unfinished.

And thank God you did.

You know, when...

when we split up, I made a promise.
I promised to myself

that if I couldn't have you,
I wouldn't have anything else.

And that's exactly that I got!
Nothing!

I never allowed anyone else

to make me feel
how I felt with you... alive!

And it's made me... featureless,

like a man with no face...

Look at the baggage I come with.

One son who hates me and another
who can't survive without me.

Let me speak to Dario.
- No, you don't. I'll handle it.

He was there at Pilati's
the night of the assault.

Why are you telling me this now?

After you've slept with me? Jesus!

Here we are again.

I'm telling you
because it might be him!

I need to talk to him
before anyone else does.

There's no good reason
to let this go any further.

He's upstairs.
You're not doing this without me.

Sunday night. I pulled you over.

You were drunk. Where had you been?

Sunday?

Drinking with a friend. At a bar
in Sarzana. What do you care?

I care because it's not true.

You were at the home of Curzio Pilati.

Or is that not true?

That's true... Sunday, yes.

I worked for the guy, OK?

Mostly nights. Odd jobs.

Running errands. Caretaker stuff.

Dario, I love you,

but what sane person would hire you
to take care of anything?

And this is why I don't tell
my mother what the fuck I'm up to.

How did you meet Pilati?

Is this an interrogation?
- Yes.

At Gilda's Beach.
He's there for lunch all the time.

Listen Roberto,

he was paying me three times as much
and it beats raking sand.

So talk to me
about the security camera.

The security camera...
- The one you ripped out of the wall.

OK, I get it now.
You're bangin' my mother,

so now you get to play Dad with me?
Well, it doesn't work that way!

I broke the camera
because he fired me. For no reason.

The guy's a weirdo.
- And Maria Spezi?

Why was she there?

Well?

Pilati and some other guy found her
wandering around the streets.

What other guy?
- I don't know. Some guy.

She was trying to get
into the church on Via Trento.

She was sobbing. They picked her up.
- Whose car?

Pilati's. The Porsche.
- And she just got into the car.

No, obviously not.

She knew the other guy
and he knew her.

Look, she was really upset
about something.

We all got hammered,
especially the girl.

So we made her coffee...

A coffee?
- Yes, a coffee.

It's true.
- Right? See?

We tried to sober her up.
Then I got out of there.

I swear.

Listen, I'm sorry that girl got hurt,

but whatever happened to her,
I don't know anything about it.

The church on Via Trento.

One step at a time...

Easy, easy.

WHERE ARE YOU?
WE HAVE A FAMILY MEETING

Fuck! Fuck!

Where are you going?
- I forgot something. See you.

You're late. I wrote to you.
Do you not read your cell?

There was traffic.

So, yeah,

my essay is called
'Bone of Contention'.

And,

Mom,
I know you're going to hate this,

but it's time for some family truths
about what happened.

What actually happened, you know,
when I was seven.

OK.

I mean, why is it such a
'Bone of Contention' between you guys?

Why won't you ever talk about it?

Angela, because...
- Because it was so horrible!

The worst day of my life.

I lost you for ten minutes
at the park.

Ten terrible minutes...

ten minutes of agony.

We found you behind the carousel.

That vile creature, Walter Spezi,
was assaulting you.

His penis was out.
His pants were covered with semen.

Come on, Claudia...

Your father tackled him.

There. Are you happy now?
- Why can't I remember it?

Because you were traumatized.

The mind protects itself.
It needs to forget.

All I remember is a weird doctor
showing me dolls.

That was a psychiatrist.
He helped you heal.

But... why wasn't Spezi convicted?

You may well ask. You may well ask.

But I'm going to make sure
it doesn't happen twice.

And this time...

he'll pay for it.
- Mom! And off she goes...

Angela, my love. You just can't go
there with your mother. Let it go.

Great.

Really helpful, Dad...

I can tell you this... it wasn't
semen, but urine. Just so you know.

On the subject of family truths...
who are the blue pills for?

Claudia...

I fired Spezi for you.
But it was never enough, was it?

No, it wasn't enough!

If you're going to investigate anything,

you should be investigating
your own daughter

and her mysterious life.

Maybe I don't want to know.
- Sure, that's obvious.

How many times did I promise you...
that I'd never do it?

I promised so often!

Let's try with your date of birth.

Right,
your date of birth back to front.

What could you have used,
street number...

Nope.

Please don't tell me you're so
stupid to just choose...

A CODE HAS BEEN SENT
TO YOUR TRUSTED DEVICE

Angela. Have I taught you nothing?
Five, eight,

three, zero, two, four.

ANGELA S. TELEPHONE

Where do you go to every day?

Monday...

house and school.

Tuesday...

What's this place?

What is this 'Bakery'?

Where did you go?

Keep calm.

"Love! Love, love, love!"

Who the fuck is this, Angela?

Who is it? Who the fuck is it?

MEMORIES

"Vacations, friends."

No, no, no.

How's the writing going?

Well...

"I'm trying to discern the truth
from a fog of conflicting memories".

How did you know I was here?

I don't believe it! You spied on me!

You said you'd never do that.
- Who's the scumbag?

Why were you in Milan with him?
- He's not a scumbag.

He's my professor.

We were in Milan because
he had a big meeting with his agent.

He'd a big meeting? And that's
how he seduced you into his bed?

OK.

You know what? I may as well tell
you. I'm not going to university.

I'm moving to Milan with Stefano.

You're going nowhere, Angela.
- You don't understand.

He's writing a novel that might
turnout to be an incredible success.

He's lying to you.
- No, he's not!

Google him.

Stefano Tommasi.
He's an actual novelist.

He's had a book published that actual
civilians have bought and read!

You do what you have to do, Angela.

But there's something I have to do.

I have to tell the police

that your professor

was at Pilati's house with Maria Spezi
the night of the assault.

I have proof. I'm sorry.

I hate you!

You don't know anything about love!

You don't know anything about love!

Let's see. Maria.

You said the only people at the house
with you that night were Mr. Pilati

and some boy
whose name you couldn't remember.

Yes.

Any luck remembering the boy's name?

No.

And no one else was there?

No.

So you didn't arrive there
with Pilati

and your teacher, Stefano Tommasi?

No...

Tommasi

left before anything happened.

That's convenient.

Is there anyone you're not covering
for in this story?

I don't feel so good.
I need to leave.

Got anything more
you want to tell us?

I didn't hurt my daughter.

Neither did anyone else, it seems.

Well, I have a question...

Walter.

Do you think you deserve
a daughter like that?

No. I do not.

I left before anything happened.

I went home. I swear.

Home.
- Yes.

Anyone who can verify that?

Mr. Pilati, we're ready.
Whenever you want.

Oh, here she is!
- You lied to me.

You told me you
were in Milan when it happened.

No, I didn't.

I said I wasn't there
when it happened.

I'd left them all in the kitchen.

Claudia, you of all people should
understand how this might look...

not just for me, for us,
for the campaign.

You know how many people
would like to read...

Can we get a photo, please?
- Yeah, sure.

"Pilati employee
arrested for sexual assault".

My lawyers are seriously worried.

You have to help me here, Claudia.

Look, if it happened in my house,
which I still pray it didn't,

I did the right thing.

I fired the boy, Dario,
my caretaker. He's wild.

Dario?
- Yes, his name's Dario Nobile.

He begged me to take him back, but...
- Fuck!

Mr. Pilati, the ribbon...?

What a great idea.

Well done, Claudia.
- Thank you.

Our mayor...
- Excuse me...

You're avoiding me!

You're not even pretending
to sleep on the sofa.

What the fuck are you doing,
incriminating Pilati?

He's bringing in lawyers from Milan.
But I get it now.

You're trying to protect
that lunatic Dario.

Your fucking future stepson!

I'm just gathering all the facts,

Trying to sort the truth from the...

May we?
- Yes, of course.

Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Don't make that face!

What face?
- The judging-my-ambition face.

This is my chance, Roberto.

My only chance.

This is my life
and I won't let you get in the way,

not you, not our marriage,
is that clear?

Yes, I'm ambitious.

But you know what? To some people,
that's a very attractive trait.

Claudia, wait!

You want to explain yourself?

Matteo. Would you mind doing that
thing you do...?

Go.

I wasn't always like this.

You mean secretive?

No. I mean the way I am.

When that woman touched me,
in the kitchen,

and you jumped to my defense...

without a second thought.
It's so like you.

Fierce. Heart first.

It made me feel... less alone.

Like you understood me,
without wanting anything from me.

Can you imagine what that felt like?

This...

'thing' I have, this condition,

it's devastating, you know.

And it came out of nowhere.
I've tried and tried,

but no-one seems to be able to trace
it back to anything, to find a cause.

It's made relationships...

impossible. I'd freeze,

I'd shake and, yes, sometimes
I'd... crumble.

And women always felt rejected,

no matter what I said.
Of course they did.

So I chose loneliness,

it was so much easier.

Anyway,
I've always been a private person.

I'm a very wealthy man
and I can afford anything I want.

Except the thing I want most...

intimacy.

The kind of love you deserve.

I want to deal with this,
get the best help I can.

I want to be with you.

Really be with you. Now.

In this universe.

You're an extraordinary man, Curzio.

I'll help you.

I'm sorry.

The reception...
- Yes.

RAPIST

Mr. Tommasi
will not be attending class today.

You are all dismissed.

This is insane, guys.
I mean, Mr. Tommasi and Maria?

HE'S NOT A RAPIST

Why aren't you at school, Angela?

What was Pilati doing here just now?
What has he got on you?

Listen...
- Look at yourself!

It's like he reduced you to some
pathetic, lame version of yourself.

Sit down, Angela.
I have to tell you something.

I haven't been writing my novel.

What?
- I'm ghost-writing a book for Pilati.

Why didn't you just tell me?
- Well,

it's not exactly how I envisioned
my career as a writer.

But you know what?

He's had a really interesting life.

Made his millions on debt management.

He doesn't have any family,
he wants this to be his legacy.

Honestly, there's something there.
He's a bit of a rebel.

Genius? Rebel? The guy's an asshole!

Well, that asshole's paying me.

That's serious money. The stuff
I need to support my ex-wife?

I'm going to ask you one last time.

And if you lie to me again,
I'm going to call the principal

and tell him we have fucked
approximately 200 times since June!

What were you doing Sunday night?

I've already told the police.

OK.

You know what you and I are going
to do now? We're leaving.

We'll go someplace.
We'll go and live...

someplace we like.

I'll work my ass off and I'll support you.
You write, nothing else.

You're talented.
You wrote a bestseller!

Ten years ago!

Ten fucking years ago!

It could be like we're starting out.

Starting out?! I'm 40!

Look, Angela, you're wonderful.

You're fantastic.

But maybe it's not such a great idea
to be thinking long-term with me.

This is insane.

It can't go on. We knew from
the start that it wouldn't last.

One of us has to be the adult here.

And a quick check of our driver's licenses
shows that would be me.

One day you'll understand.

One day you'll understand.

Something's happened.
- I'll go for a smoke.

Dad...
- Love... what is it?

Don't tell Mom. Please don't tell Mom.
Don't tell the school.

He broke up with me.

It hurts so much.

Tell me everything.

Sit down.
What happened to you?

Tell me.

He said we shouldn't think long-term.

We shouldn't think long-term.

He said one of us
has to be the adult.

One of us has to be the adult.

He told me to leave.

Leave. Leave.

Dad?

Are you OK?

Are you OK?
- Yes.

I need a glass of water.

Ah, enter Zeus!

Here to defend his beloved daughter,
Athena!

Sunday night, did the boy leave
before or after you?

Well done! Well done!

I could ruin you.

I know you slept with my daughter,
your student.

I know you're the reason Maria,
another student of yours,

got into that car.
I have incriminating evidence.

You were an accomplice
to whatever happened.

And you have a motive
for lying about all of it.

Did you leave
before or after the boy?

Well,

I mean,
the whole 'damsel in distress' thing

has a certain cachet in erotica,

but frankly I've always found it
rather depressing.

I wanted to take the girl home

to her father,
but she insisted on staying...

so...

I left.

Before the boy.

Anyway, I already had a willing
damsel waiting between my sheets.

You smug piece of shit!

You piece of shit!

You're ridiculous!

You really can't handle it, eh?

Roberto, come here.

Look!

"My father had been changed
in a fundamental way.

Things that had once been
unthinkable in him

suddenly became a reality.

He was...

like a ticking bomb..."
- Poor girl...

What is this?

Footage they filmed in secret
of Maria Spezi during a lesson.

They've just put it up and
it's already got over 800 views.

How on earth did no-one see
the warning signs?

"If you show your fear,
you bait the beast.

And so I hid it.
And so I hide it to this day..."

What happened to you?
- Nothing.

You still think he's innocent?

"He would pass out
night after night.

I would fall asleep in the chair
next to his makeshift bed...

I would wake up to find him
staring at me with eyes

that seemed to be hollowed out...

His undying anger at the town

over a wrongful arrest
that happened years ago

had become a rage
at the very universe.

A universe

that was no more likely to give him
justice than his own community.

A community he now saw
as heartless and corrupt...

After my mother died, a strange
inversion had taken place.

I had become the parent
and he was the child...

I thought it was just a temporary
arrangement, a function of his drinking

I thought it was
just a temporary arrangement..."

Turn it off!

Turn it off! Ginevra recorded it!

"But as the weeks went past,

I started to understand that
the situation would never change,

I would never be free.

I would never be free".

And...

3,700 VIEWS

The end.

What happened to you?

Six of our prime accounts cancelled
their contracts this morning.

I've been on the phone for hours.

They're saying you're 'unstable',

'violent'.

Maria...

Wait, please.

Emma?

What clients
went back on the contract?

Emma! The clients
who went back on the contract.

It's all clear!

They're all friends of Pilati.

Can you bring up
their perimeter history?

I just trashed it all.

There was a court order.

How many times do I have to tell you?
Nothing's ever trashed.

Client one!
- That's Dario's car!

Client two! Client three!

What are they hiding?

Dario, what else did you do that night?

Client five.

Are you getting this? Look!

No... Maria was already injured.

Dario, you're a liar...

It wasn't Spezi.

They arrested him at 2.56!

Unstable and violent.

Maria.

Please come to class today.

Stefano's back.

I'll walk in with you.

Let's start by taking this
to Mr. and Mrs. Grassi.

Sorry? Can you give us a moment, please?
Thank you.

What happened to you?
- Never mind!

Dario lied to you.
He lied to both of us.

It can only get worse for him.

He has to start telling the truth.
He has to go to the police.

If you want, I'll go with him.

I used to be your master electrician.

Now I'm lucky if someone trusts me
with their toaster.

Look at us, a couple of outcasts.

Or as my wife would put it,
'undesirables'...

A couple of rejects.

Why did you say it was your fault
when they found you with Maria?

Because it was.

We'd had a fight in the afternoon.
Over my drinking.

She ran away and I was too drunk...

to stop her. That's the thing.

I could have stopped her. Everything
that's happened to her is my fault.

I'm a useless fucker.

I just wish she'd written about
the good times in her story.

There were good times, you know.
- I know there were.

Roberto...

After that incident

with Angela,

you had to fire me, I can see that now.
But you know I would never...

I owe you an apology, Walt.

We all do.

"All I wanted was a ride
on a carousel.

A carefree,
pointless trip to the heavens.

But when I got there,
the carousel was broken.

My mother
never left a door unlocked

or a seatbelt unfastened.

If a dog appeared on our street,
she called the dog pound.

So... to lose a daughter...

It shook the core of her world."

How did you meet?

At Gilda's Beach.

He loved that the girls
were hot for me.

He said

I made him feel younger.

And then one day he said
that if I wanted, I could...

I could use his house to get laid...

And I said yes right away.

I didn't even think about it!

His only deal
was I had to do it in the den,

not in his bedroom.

I thought it was a germ thing.

But then...

I found out the real reason.

Look, I'm not proud of it.

I fucked up.

But I thought
that for me it was only about

going to bed with these girls.

And anyway they were all consenting.

You can check that if you like.

Did Pilati pay you for this?
- Oh, yeah.

Cash.

And the bonuses
got bigger and bigger.

Tell me about Maria.

"I could hear them all shouting
my name.

But I just wanted someone, anyone to make
the carousel go round and round..."

Where's the mechanic?

"And there he was...

the man who fixes everything."

Sir, can you repair the carousel?

"I knew he'd magic it
back into motion for me.

How could he know how tragic
his timing would prove to be...?

Such an innocuous moment.

Such a ruinous result."

I mean, Maria was different.

Everything went wrong.

You could tell she was really young,

but...

Pilati doesn't care.
I keep topping up her glass.

Like I did with all the other girls.

Hi...

Drink, drink, drink...

The other guy,
the one she knows,

he's getting nervous. He splits.

No, don't go, don't go...

I need to go.
- Please... please.

Pilati, man,
he can't stop staring at her.

It's like he was feeling her
with his eyes.

And I mean...

you could tell he had a...
he was getting hard.

I'm sorry...

"...I was never scared.

In fact, I was kind of fascinated...

...it was more like watching a horse

taking a piss in the street."

I kissed her once

but it was ridiculous.
I couldn't do it.

She was too drunk.
It just wasn't right, you know?

We tried to sober her up,
gave her coffee.

Who made the coffee?
- Pilati.

But...

it didn't help. Next thing I know,
she's passed out.

Now...

he's right there with me,

unbuttoning her blouse,

but like really slow and careful so
he doesn't actually touch her skin.

And he's sweating.
And he looks at me, like...

'take over', your turn now.
And I'm, like, no way.

I couldn't, I didn't want to.

So he yells at me to get out.

I was very drunk.

I don't remember anything,
I remember that I...

I broke this camera, Roberto's...

And then I heard Maria screaming.

What the fuck are you doing?

"All the ingredients were there.
A man holding his penis.

A curious little girl.

A mother consumed with blind panic.

I was crying,

but only because I cut my lip
in the fall.

Try telling that to my mother.

Try telling her it was urine,

not semen on Spezi's pants."

He was like an animal.

Beating her up.

Kicking her in the head, really hard.

And I...

Then he wants her back on the chair,

so he grabs her by the wrist
and yanks.

I'm amazed her fucking arm
didn't come off.

And he's screaming at me
like it's my fault.

He said to me...

"I had to try".

I had to try!

I had to try!
I thought I wouldn't feel it!

And I'm like, feel what?
- The death,

I thought I wouldn't feel
the death in her flesh!

Get her out of here.

"No other angle of the truth
was ever allowed in our house.

It had to be my mother's,

the one born of fear,

the one that absolved her from
losing me in the first place,

the one thing
she loved most in the world.

I've never understood this story

because
I've never understood my mother.

But now I do.

Would this have been a better
story if I had been traumatized?

More interesting?

Probably.

But that's not the story
I'm telling."

Just for your information,

the long key's for his main door.
He's all yours!

She was...

she was... so frightened by me.

She... jumped out of the car.

And I was... looking for her when
Roberto stopped me, because...

I wanted to do something.
I wanted to help her.

But...

Fuck!

The guy's gonna kill me!

Don't worry.

Other than alcohol,
what showed up in toxicology?

I told you.
Just the painkiller, Oxycodone.

How many times have you slept with her?
- Once.

Roberto, please.

At least tell the truth.

It is the truth.
- Sure!

But it's not the reason.

You know as well as I do...

this marriage is done.

And Angela's already got one foot
out of the door.

Explain something to me, Roberto.

Do you really want to take an axe
to everything we've built together?

The business? The family?
Your career?

And all to be

with some lonely woman
and her screwed-up kids.

Just because you want to play
at being 19 again.

Are you sure that it's really love

and not another kind of sleepwalking?

I honestly...

don't know.

But it's worth the risk.

There's something
I have to ask you...

were you aware that Ferrario's people
erased more than just

the fundraiser footage?

I thought so.

The guy is sick

and evil, Claudia.

Who can buy his way out of anything.
- Maybe.

But I can't help wondering...

why would a girl pass out right after
she was given coffee to sober her up?

Strange, no?

Claudia, she could have died.

That guy...

That guy made me feel alive again!

Whatever Pilati did, whoever he is...

he gave me a taste of something...

I'd forgotten.

But that's my problem, not yours.

And I'll tell you something else,
Roberto,

it's the last time
I let myself be defined by a man.

Any man.

Who are you?

I'm Maria's father, Walter Spezi.

What do you want?

I want to know
what happened Sunday night.

Mr. Spezi, I really feel for you,
but sadly...

everything's come to light,
the parties, the drugs...

I'm raging at that pig Dario,

He's been abusing his privilege
as my caretaker for some time.

Maria's not the first girl
he's brought up here to seduce,

I can tell you that.

Your issue is with the boy.
Talk to him.

Dario Nobile,
Via Donati, I think?

But Roberto...
- Let me tell you about Santini,

he's fucking Dario's mother.
The whole town knows.

Of course
he's going to protect the boy.

I'm sorry. I really am. You deserve
better. Apologies, I have to go.

What do you say we go watch a show?
- Alright.

Bye.

I talked to Claudia.
I told her everything.

What did she say?

Mom, there's a scary man.

I'll kill you.
- Call the police!

Walter!
- You're a liar!

Walter, what the fuck are you doing?
- Leave me alone.

He's trying to kill my son!

Leave me alone!
- Look at me!

It's me, Walter. Look at me!

Leave me alone!
- It wasn't Dario. It was Pilati.

I swear to you,
I will find the evidence.

Believe me.

Walt. It's over.

It's over.

Yes...

it's over.

I'm all done.

It's me they want.
It's always been me.

Come outside!
Come out with your hands up!

Come here, Spezi, come here.

Keep coming.

Keep coming. Come...
Hold it!

Cuff him, Ricciardi.

Stop. Drop your weapon!

Drop your weapon, Walter!

Drop your weapon!

Oxycodone.

Wine!
- OK, calm down, guys!

Calm down. OK?

No, I want wine!

Enough, enough.
- More, more... a little more, yes.

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