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Excuse me. Could we do another?

- Yes. - Marianna, closer to your father.

Look straight ahead. Don't bite your nails.

Elsa will say you're a savage.

You do know that your boyfriend seems interesting?

Introduce him to the family.

He's a friend. Andrea.

Well, when there's real friendship, nothing else is needed.

Forward a bit, Lidia.

Does your friend know

you're falling in love with another man?

- What... - I'm ready.

If the young lady could please look this way.

Again. Can you tell me what's out there?

Three.

Two.

One.

Marianna.

Goodness gracious!

Oh God.

Vittorio.

Help me, Enrico.

I killed my father.

THE LAW ACCORDING TO LIDIA POËT

Enrico, wait.

We almost forgot the stamp.

No, Lidia. I almost forgot the stamp.

Have a nice day.

- No, I want to come too. - No.

We grew up with him and his brother.

Shame that you ran away to avoid marrying his brother.

It wasn't Alberto. I didn't want to get married, period.

- I just want to help-- - Lidia.

There's the prosecutor's writ. I can't afford another complaint.

- Do you understand? - Yes.

Au revoir.

Did I hear that right?

You were going to become a murderer's sister-in-law?

Whether he's a murderer remains to be seen.

Have a nice day.

Jacopo.

Is that sturdy?

Well, I'd say so. Why?

Alberto had gone to Nice on business.

That's why I slept at his house.

My daughter-in-law is pregnant.

The pregnancy is a bit difficult.

I cannot believe that Vittorio did what you say he did.

It isn't possible.

You know him. You know he wouldn't even hurt a fly.

Calm down, Matilde.

Calm down. I know it's hard.

But we have to do this in an orderly fashion.

Someone could've come in from outside, right?

Madam, unfortunately, there are no signs of forced entry.

Only your son was here last night.

Look harder.

There wouldn't be any point, Mom.

It was me.

Why are you saying that?

Vittorio smokes opium. When he smokes, he talks nonsense.

Last night, we argued, as usual.

So I started smoking to calm myself down.

And when I woke up,

my razor was next to me.

And there was blood everywhere.

Thank you for the ride.

I'll find a way to get home.

Listen, if you don't mind, I'm interested in the case.

Shall I proceed with the arrest, sir?

Are there any objections?

No.

No, Mr. Prosecutor. No objections.

Look at this house.

I know. I grew up here.

Really?

How come you sold it?

I don't know. My father decided to.

Dad!

There she is!

My princess.

A nice surprise, huh?

Lidia?

Look there.

This is a very porous wood.

A little sweat is enough to leave a trail.

And the trail comes...

from here.

It's as though a body was carried from this room to the other.

Vittorio must have been here.

He could have been dragged up to his father's office

if he was unconscious or asleep, no?

What about this?

That isn't Vittorio's.

Miss Poët.

I thought I made myself clear the last time we met.

No. Absolutely.

I don't know if Enrico told you that this was once our home.

We are very fond of it.

Besides, Mr. Barberis has to write an article for his newspaper.

You're like those crooked trees

that not even a thousand poles could manage to straighten out.

And you, Mr. Barberis, know very well the press is not allowed at crime scenes.

The competition is fierce.

But I am even fiercer than the competition.

Get out of here now, both of you.

He wants to accompany me--

First he wants to accompany me, then he can't leave.

Vittorio wasn't alone that night.

Not to mention the fact he's never been violent, and you know it.

People change.

To slit someone's throat with a razor, you have to be very close to them.

If Vittorio had killed him, he would've been covered in blood.

But there was very little on Vittorio.

Sure. He didn't kill him, but he woke up next to the body.

He could've been dragged here.

Lidia, he turned himself in.

Find me another confession, or this discussion is pointless.

Why did Dad sell the house to the Muraros?

- I didn't think you were so attached. - I'm not.

I just want to know why he sold it.

I had just gotten engaged.

You'd left.

Mom and Dad were left there alone, with all those rooms.

What was he meant to do?

How much did they give him?

That is a matter that does not concern you.

You made your choice. You left.

Discussing it now only puts us in a bad mood.

Fine.

Fine.

If justice itself denies a woman

what it naturally grants men,

how can we call it justice?

Come in.

Excuse me, miss.

Albertina.

This came for you this afternoon, but with all the commotion--

It's been a difficult day for us all.

I better go make Miss Marianna's bed, or she won't sleep.

- Good night. - Night.

Thank you.

FOR LIDIA

Dear Lidia,

Constantinople is wonderful, and the craftsmanship is superb.

The piece I am sending you belonged

to Suleiman the Magnificent's favorite court lady.

Just think, when they met,

he'd also enter her bedroom via the window.

MONS PIETATIS PAWNBROKERS - 1786

- Deal. All right. - Yes? Thank you.

May I?

Lidia.

Hi, Alberto.

I'm sorry.

My brother has always been difficult.

But this business

goes beyond my imagination.

You think he did it too.

Dad wanted him to quit taking opium.

He thought it was just a matter of discipline.

As a result, they were always arguing.

Your mom said you were in Nice.

Yes. For this.

It's cashmere wool. It's from Mongolia. I...

I'm planning on starting local production.

It's a business that can be very lucrative here.

I'm glad that you've settled down.

I know you're about to have a child.

Yes.

It seems like a lifetime since you and I...

Well,

we've each taken our own paths.

What about you? I heard that you think you can help Vittorio.

Actually, that's why I'm here.

I'm not sure, but

I think there was a woman with him that night.

He was seeing a washerwoman who works at the Stura river.

Beatrice. I don't know her surname.

Vittorio sometimes invited her to the house to smoke.

Obviously, my parents didn't know.

Lidia, I don't want to accuse anyone.

But this morning, we noticed one of my mother's necklaces was missing.

Beatrice?

And who are you?

Sorry if I'm disturbing you.

I know that you know Vittorio Muraro.

The police interrogated me for four hours. I told them everything I knew.

Of course. If you don't mind, I'd like you to tell me too.

My name's Lidia Poët. I'm defending Vittorio.

I didn't think women could do certain jobs.

You aren't the only one.

However,

I'm following the case,

and I am not at all convinced that Vittorio killed his father.

Yet that's exactly what happened.

I was with him last night.

Can you tell me about it?

We smoked opium.

A lot.

More than usual.

Vittorio was nervous.

He was saying that he hated his father, that he couldn't stand living with him.

Then I fell asleep.

When I woke up, Vittorio wasn't in bed anymore.

I got up to look for him.

But when I saw what was happening in the office,

I froze in the doorway.

Vittorio was standing, holding a razor, striking his father,

who fell to the floor and stopped moving.

And the necklace?

What necklace?

Matilde Muraro's necklace disappeared from the house.

Know anything about it?

I didn't take any necklace.

Come to my place. I'll show you I don't have it.

No, there's no need.

It was just a question.

And I answered it. I have to work now.

Thank you.

Good evening, Teresa.

I'm learning.

Stay where you are!

You two are completely mad.

Aunt, we were just kissing.

Your mom is outside. She could come in at any time.

Find somewhere else to do that--

- Yes, it's just that... - That?

I'm on shift all day. The lady asked me to stay after hours.

Of course, you respect your work shift. Bravo.

It's my fault, Aunt. I convinced him to take a break.

If your mother finds out what I'm about to suggest, she'll kill me.

So please, listen carefully and do everything I tell you.

Go into my room. Quietly, without anyone seeing you.

Lock the door.

If anyone knocks, don't answer, no matter what.

I'll make something up.

You show up for dinner on time.

You are never to be seen with her.

Understood?

Promise me that while in my room, you will behave...

properly...

and you won't make me regret what I'm doing.

I promise.

Thank you, Aunt.

Go on. Scram.

Thank you.

So you liked my bicycle.

News travels fast.

It's all the neighbors are talking about.

I can imagine.

Spare me your comments. I'm not in the mood.

- Find anything? - Thank you.

Vittorio has a friend he smokes opium with.

She was there that night.

She told the police she saw Vittorio stabbing his father.

Case closed, then.

Matilde Muraro says one of her necklaces is missing.

So I think the girl could've been trying to steal it.

But Mr. Muraro caught her.

Scared, she killed him.

But to avoid suspicion, she dragged Vittorio's body...

There, that's the issue.

Because Vittorio's skinny, but he still weighs 70 kg.

And you don't think the girl is strong enough.

No, I hate it when I have an idea,

I like that idea,

so I start bending the facts to make others agree with me.

I can be so stubborn sometimes that I become dull.

You know?

I'm sorry I'm not good company tonight.

There'll be another chance. I'm sure of it.

Good night, Lidia.

Good night.

Good morning.

No.

PREMISES APPROPRIATED

Yes, I kept it.

Stop a second. What exactly are we looking for?

I have no idea, but I'm sure we should start here.

Okay.

There's something interesting here, I think.

CULTIVATING FLOWERS BY FERRARI

The blood couldn't have gotten this far.

No way.

Can you hear them?

It's all in your head, Lidia. There's no such thing as ghosts.

All of my father's things are in here.

Found something?

An old letter of my father's.

I'm fine. Thank you.

Anyway...

someone's definitely been in here,

and they used that pipe.

It looks like fresh tobacco.

Enrico.

Where's your father?

He went out ten minutes ago.

He said his client, Vittorio, hanged himself in prison.

Fuck.

How is he?

He's unconscious.

The doctor says we're past the worst.

If he'd died, we would never have forgiven ourselves.

What could we have done? He couldn't live with his guilt.

No. Guilt has nothing to do with it.

Look.

DEPARTS: COLLEGNO ARRIVES: TURIN

Remember how, as a kid, I'd say there were ghosts in the office?

Yes. You were obsessed with ghosts. You'd always say--

Whatever. Obviously, they weren't ghosts.

It was Dad.

What are you saying?

Behind the office,

there's a secret room.

It's insane.

All of Dad's things are still in there.

Books, objects, photos...

secret papers.

- Impossible. - I swear, I found it there.

It's a train ticket from Collegno to Turin.

But it isn't Dad's.

It's from the day of the murder.

Want to know what I think?

The murderer knows about the secret room.

Without anyone noticing,

he sneaks inside when Matilde is out visiting her daughter-in-law.

When everyone's asleep, he comes out.

He kills Antonio.

He goes into Vittorio's room, who's high on opium,

and drags him to the office.

He puts a razor in his hand, and you already know the rest.

Only one person could've done what you're saying.

He did it, Enrico.

Lidia!

Will you stop for a second, please, to think about it?

Lidia!

There's no time, Enrico.

Good morning.

Mr. Poët, Esquire has an appointment with the judge.

Would you please announce his arrival?

Pardon me, but I doubt the judge has made appointments.

Did you hear that? The gentleman doubts.

It must have been a misunderstanding, sir.

Maybe, but--

Tell him what the judge said.

Look, the judge said that...

He insisted that he receive these documents before lunchtime,

as he considers them vitally important.

The judge really said that?

Look, the words escape me now, but--

The judge is about to make a decision that could destroy a man's life.

Understand?

When he realizes you didn't let us in,

I dare not imagine what could happen.

What?

You'll find out.

We'll wait here.

Who is it?

Excuse me, Your Honor. Mr. Poët, Esquire and--

Good morning, all. Pardon. Excuse the interruption.

What do you think you are doing, sir?

You asked me for the plans of the Muraro house by 9:00 a.m.

Unfortunately, I...

due to my assistant,

I'm late, I know.

But we're here now.

I can confirm that your doubts were more than justified.

I assure you I have no idea what you're talking about.

Alberto Muraro claims that he spent the day of the murder

traveling to Nice for work

and that he only returned the next day.

However, he only gave the police his outbound ticket. Why?

Mr. Muraro says he lost it.

I found it.

Alberto Muraro never made it to Nice.

My hypothesis

is that Alberto Muraro pretended to leave for Nice

in order to give himself an alibi,

and he disembarked at the next station to come back to Turin

without telling anyone.

At this point, he went back into his mother's house.

And he hid...

May I?

...precisely here.

There's a cavity in the walls,

located between the office and the external walls of the house.

He stayed there until the dead of night,

waiting until his brother was unconscious.

Then he came out

and slaughtered his father.

Thinking about Matilde?

And Alberto.

- You could've married him. - No.

I don't think it would ever have happened.

But I also find it quite incredible that he could do something like this.

His father refused him a loan.

And he needed money for a new business venture.

A sheep farm, I think.

Cashmere goats.

You knew?

The washerwoman?

You were right.

Alberto paid her to falsely testify against his brother.

And she also stole Matilde's necklace.

Listen, I wanted

to ask you something.

But you have to be honest.

Did you know Dad was in debt?

I knew that he'd made a bad investment

and that... he'd lost most of his assets. That's why he sold the house.

And you wouldn't have told me?

It wasn't my business?

I was afraid Dad would seem even more unpleasant to you, Lidia.

However, it wasn't a bad investment, Enrico.

Dad had a gambling debt with Antonio Muraro.

- He often did. - No. A big debt.

He'd sold almost everything.

Even the house?

Later, yes.

But Muraro's first offer

was...

if I married Alberto,

he would consider the debt paid.

What are you saying?

I found it in Dad's secret room.

I swear, this is the first I've heard about any of this.

I don't...

I thought Dad was doing it for you.

I thought you were just being stubborn.

That's a cattle market.

- If I'd known something like that-- - I know.

- Lidia, I swear-- - I know.

The past is the past.

Yes, but there's still something we can do.

Because a prosecutor's royal decree can always be impugned.

You can go back to being my assistant.

I never stopped.

We'll challenge the sentence at the Court of Appeal.

We'll get you readmitted to the Bar.

I've already started.

Thank you.

- Hi. - We're meeting like this?

- Clandestinely? - Yes.

- You won't let me in? - I'm not allowed guests.

I wanted to meet your family. I would've liked that.

- How scary. - Just kidding.

Listen, I wanted to invite you for dinner on Friday.

To apologize.

Why?

Don't get mad.

I pawned your vase in exchange for a bicycle.

A bicycle?

- A bicycle costs about 20 lire. - A bit broken.

- Fifteen. Not a great deal. - I'm happy though.

Fine. All right, then.

It was a unique piece, a work of art, but all right.

I'll make it up to you.

When?

Friday?

Now?

I have to go.

That's torture! Okay.

See you on Friday?

You're asking me to mind your fucking business?

Subtitle translation by: Jaclyn McLoughlin