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If you confess, the prosecutor will take it into account.

And who is it you think I've killed?

At least tell me their name.

A prostitute you regularly visited.

Maya Cristallo.

You were the last person to see her alive.

Dozens of testimonies say you went up to the bedroom with her

and left five minutes later, enough time to kill her.

But that's not true.

I went up to the bedroom with her, yes.

We just talked for a few minutes,

then I left without even touching her.

So you don't want to confess.

I can't confess to something I didn't do.

That will be for the judge to decide.

We were just trying to help you.

I imagine all prostitute killers get interrogated by the prosecutor personally.

But you're a celebrity, Barberis.

I bet your lawyers are already on the case.

It wasn't him.

- We don't know-- - He had no motive.

- Maybe he did. - No.

Many testified to seeing him at the scene.

He had a thousand ways to meet her alone, anywhere.

And he chose to do it when everyone could see him? Come on.

Enrico.

Jacopo isn't stupid.

And you know it.

You try to anticipate the interview.

I'll try to find out more about what happened to the girl.

Can you lend me some money?

What do you need it for?

The doctor?

He'll be here in half an hour. We need to hurry.

I would never have believed Mr. Barberis could do something like this.

You shouldn't believe it. At least until the final judgment.

But I saw him. He was with her.

When he left, one of the girls knocked. Maya was already dead.

- How many minutes had gone by? - Ten, fifteen at most.

See, she was strangled with a wire.

Probably from behind.

As you can see, the police have already searched.

How long had Maya been in Turin?

About two years.

She had a local accent,

though she always told me she didn't know anyone.

Sorry, was this

already like this?

I have no idea.

I don't think so. Maya would've told you, with this cold.

Maybe.

Even if Maya wasn't one to talk a lot.

The other girls always confide in each other. Not her.

She didn't make trouble, and she didn't want any.

Who were her clients?

Miss, you paid me to see her room, not to chat.

I told you. She'd see anyone.

She didn't complain like the others.

Do you know if anyone ever threatened her? Did she have issues with anyone?

She worked for me six days a week and never gave me trouble.

Six days a week?

Yes, on Wednesday, she whored in Murazzi. I don't know why.

Maybe she had a client who liked doing it outdoors.

Wednesdays?

Yes.

She fought as much as she could.

This one?

No, this is old, right?

Yes. That one's old.

She must have done it to remove a tattoo.

- See? There are still traces of ink. - Yes.

Bye, Maya.

THE LAW ACCORDING TO LIDIA POËT

You do realize that Uncle Jacopo is in prison?

This isn't how a mature girl behaves.

- Here. Talk about it with your aunt. - What's going on?

Lorenzo and I want to get married.

Lorenzo, I like you.

But you understand you can't do this?

You don't have an apartment.

Actually, I do. I rented an attic nearby.

It has a beautiful view.

I know that you would prefer a better prospect.

You won't find anyone who loves her like I do.

From the first time I saw her, she's all I've thought about.

I swear I will make her happy in every way possible.

Sir,

please give me her hand.

We'll discuss it when my brother-in-law is home.

Thank you, Dad.

I didn't say yes.

You think he was framed?

I don't know.

But innocent people often end up inside

because they happen to be in the wrong place.

I don't understand why Jacopo would've had to kill her.

I saw them together. They were friends in their own way.

It's a concept of friendship

that's a bit peculiar.

So, are you and him friends too?

Jealousy's awful, huh?

I'm not jealous at all.

Not at all. It doesn't suit me.

I'm going to America.

When do you leave?

I'm going to Genoa in a few days.

Then

I'm leaving.

So, this is goodbye?

That depends on you.

The ship leaves after the hearing for your appeal.

- So? - Win, throw it away. Lose, come with me.

- I won't lose. - I'm sure you won't. I'd even be happier.

You're such a liar.

- Want the truth? - Yes.

You know what I think. You'd have more opportunities in America.

But you're stubborn. So...

This tea is very good. It's from India.

- One of my suppliers-- - Say it.

What?

That you love me.

So you have an excuse to run away from me?

Maybe.

So you don't love me.

What is all this about love, love, love? Marianna's put--

Do you love me or not?

Let's put it this way.

If one day I decided to live in a nice house

with a dog, two children,

and a wife,

if you were that wife,

life would be much sweeter.

Two children, no less.

But since I respect you too much to make you become a wife,

I'll tell you to come to America, but not for me, for you.

To become everything you've always wanted to become.

We don't even have to see each other. We can lose each other in New York.

Think about it.

I have to go.

Have a nice trip, my friend.

Thank you, my love.

I'll think about it. Okay?

Bye.

Such beauties!

What's your name?

Let's hope the night goes well.

There are soldiers here.

Have fun. See you later.

Maya? She's dead?

- We were waiting for her. - I know.

So, how come she came here on Wednesdays?

She never told me.

She didn't mention the general?

Maya was lucky.

The general only wanted her every time.

Soldiers pay well.

But the general pays the most.

You can come too if you want.

Maybe you'll be lucky, and he'll take an interest.

Hi, guys.

Wanna have fun tonight?

Hi, dolls!

Terrible idea.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Let's go.

GUGLIELMO PEPE BARRACKS

What a lovely smile.

Are you new, darling?

I've never seen you before. What's your name?

It doesn't matter.

Want me to call you whore?

How gallant.

- Come on. - No, not there!

What is it? Are you ashamed?

No, it's just that

I do things the others shouldn't know about.

Things that make clients come back to me, not them, you know?

The general isn't joining the party?

He's always working, even at this hour.

Come on! Now what's wrong with you?

Sorry. It's that you mustn't touch me.

Sorry.

Come in.

Miss Poët.

Gen. Valery.

Thank you.

So this is the army's secret.

Wednesday night orgies.

It's all legal.

The guys need some amusement.

I imagine you've heard about the death of Maya Cristallo.

Sadly, yes.

She worked for me.

I imagine that you work for her killer.

No.

Jacopo Barberis is innocent.

Your clients always are.

Right?

In what way did Maya work for you?

Miss,

you know how grateful I am to you

for finding my daughter Adele's real killer,

and you deserve to know the truth about your client.

During his time in Paris,

Jacopo Barberis became a member of the French anarchists.

We started keeping an eye on him

when Maya reported a meeting with an anarchist activist from Turin,

a forger.

He hadn't told you this, had he?

You think you know him so well?

I don't know.

I swear, I didn't kill Maya.

I don't know why they're so sure I did.

Because she screwed you over.

Her real name was Giorgia Villa.

She was a spy.

Her mission was to follow you and report all of your movements

to military intelligence.

They could ask for the death penalty.

You have to tell us what happened.

I went up to the bedroom with her.

We chatted a bit, and shortly after, I left without even touching her.

At least you believe me?

The woman you were hiding?

Is she an anarchist too?

Her name's Nicole Greimas.

I met her in Paris.

And I loved her.

With all of my being.

I was fascinated by her ideas,

and I made them my own.

And it was all going well until she met Louis.

He was the leader of an anarchist group that recommended

a violent revolution.

And I wasn't on board

with his ideas at all, but Nicole

was totally seduced.

Ever more so.

Until one night,

she took all her things and ran away with him.

And I came back to Turin...

to try and forget about her.

And you didn't succeed.

News kept coming into the newspaper.

And then, one day, I found out they'd been arrested.

So, Nicole and Louis escaped?

They're hiding out here in Turin?

They sought me out.

They asked me for help.

They wanted to go to Uruguay.

And I procured the false transit papers and tickets for the ship for them.

You're a real moron!

If the prosecutor finds out, you could get the death penalty, Jacopo!

All right.

Let's focus on Maya's French window.

If it was tampered with,

I can go to the investigating judge and ask for an evaluation.

Let's go.

It's best if you go alone.

I'll get a carriage and wait for you at home.

All right.

I know I should've told you everything right away.

But I didn't...

to protect you.

I don't need to be protected, Jacopo. I'm not Nicole.

- Of course. - You lied to me.

Again.

And stupid me, I'm still here talking to you.

I'm helping her to escape to move on, Lidia.

- I don't love her anymore. - Are they still here?

They're meant to leave on a freight train to Genoa tomorrow.

I needed the money from the weapons to bribe a train conductor.

If I hadn't been arrested, I would've collected the money

and given it to them with the final instructions.

What other abandoned place did you hide them in?

In via Nizza. That's where the forger who gave me everything's workshop is.

Don't even think about it.

It's the only way.

If the police find them, it's over for you.

And for you, too, if they arrest you.

Limit yourself to proving my innocence. Don't do anything else, please.

Louis?

Louis?

Nicole?

Who are you?

I'm a friend of Jacopo. I have the weapons money.

It's okay, Louis.

It's her.

Lidia.

Jacopo's told us a lot about you.

I didn't have the same privilege.

Have you seen him?

Is he okay?

As good as he can be in prison, yes.

He isn't a murderer.

They're making a mistake.

It isn't enough. You should've given us at least a thousand.

Did he give you the instructions on how we can escape?

There's a freight train leaving tomorrow at 10:00 a.m.

from scalo di Vanchiglia.

The money's for the conductor. Jacopo's already arranged it.

Who is he? A comrade? Can we trust him?

- I don't know. - You don't know.

And you?

Can we trust you?

You have no choice.

Well played.

Thanks for everything.

She must have done it to remove a tattoo. See? There are still traces of ink.

Lidia?

Promise me you'll save Jacopo.

I also love him a lot.

"Anarchy."

"We thank you for your invaluable service to the French Republic."

"Giorgia Villa is authorized to leave the Parisian region

in order to ensure her safety."

Damn!

It's tiny, I know.

But the view is breathtaking. Would you like to take a look?

That's not what we came for, Lorenzo.

Yes.

I must say I was very impressed

with the way you behaved with Enrico the other day.

You are clearly an honest person.

You're far more stable and responsible than Marianna.

Thank you, ma'am.

Your words mean a lot.

With your blessing, I--

I can't give you my blessing, Lorenzo.

But Marianna and I are in love.

That may seem important to you now.

But I know my daughter.

Maybe she'll love the breathtaking view for the first few months.

But when she realizes it's the only thing you can offer her,

she'll start lying to you about where she's been.

She won't tell you she's taken a fancy to someone much richer than you.

Someone who can take her away from this dump.

She loves herself more than she loves you.

She'll break your heart, Lorenzo.

Because that is her nature.

And you know it.

No.

No. I have big plans.

And I can help you achieve them.

It's yours.

The foundation to become everything you desire.

Tell her that you can never be the right man for her.

And that you love her too much to ruin her life.

It's only the truth, after all.

Maya was an anarchist.

She was part of the same group as Louis and Nicole but betrayed them.

She reported them to the police.

The prefect let her flee Paris.

She returned to Turin and began prostituting herself.

Since it was a shitty life, she continued spying.

This time for Gen. Valery.

- But how didn't Jacopo recognize her? - Jacopo didn't attend the group.

He left before that.

Unlike Louis and Nicole.

They could've gone anywhere, but they came here to Turin.

Because they knew Jacopo was here to help them.

Because the villain who betrayed them was here.

Nicole knew she could manipulate Jacopo,

and while she asked him to organize their escape,

Louis had all the time he needed to find Maya and take revenge.

So, you're telling me that Jacopo was framed by his friends?

Jacopo wasn't framed.

He shouldn't have been in that brothel.

He was supposed to help them escape, but he was arrested first.

How can I take all these theories to court?

No, we have to take them to court.

They're still here. They leave today on the 10:00 a.m. freight train to Genoa.

We have to stop them, make them confess.

- No. - Yes.

No, we don't have to do any of that.

We go to the Genoese investigating judge--

Enrico, if they escape Turin...

it's over for Jacopo.

Where did you get that?

Know how to use it?

This is bullshit. You know that, right?

Stop here! Stop!

- Move it! - Wait!

- Move it, Enrico! - Wait!

Wait!

Slow down!

Enrico.

- Get up. - I can't do it.

Call the Moncalieri police. The train's passing there.

- No. You can't go alone. - I can't carry you!

Lidia!

Lidia?

What are you doing here?

You two come with me now.

I know you killed Maya.

Giorgia sold us out.

She deserved to die.

When we found out Jacopo was arrested, we couldn't do anything.

You let him take the blame!

What should we have done? Turned ourselves in?

No. You're too cowardly.

Stop!

Let me go!

No!

Let her go!

You're crazy! Let her go!

Let me go!

Let her go!

Shut up!

- Let her go! - Shut up!

Let her go! Stop!

You have to come with me, Nicole.

To the prosecutor.

To confess.

If you loved Jacopo,

save him.

Please.

- Documents. - Here.

Come on.

Are you ready?

Mm-hmm.

- You? - Yes.

There'll be a ton of journalists.

And there are women who've traveled from all over Italy to support you.

Good luck, Lidia.

God only knows how much we women need luck,

even on issues that should only require common sense.

Thank you, Teresa.

I don't know what all the fuss is about, but if it's what you want...

Now I recognize you.

Let's go.

Mom.

What's wrong, honey?

He's left me.

You were right.

Order! Ladies and gentlemen, order!

In the name of His Majesty Umberto I, King of Italy,

this Court of Cassation dismisses...

- No! - Well done!

It's scandalous!

...the appeal presented by Miss Lidia Poët.

Order!

And upholds the sentence of the Court of Appeal,

which declares void the registration...

Order!

Order!

...which declares void the registration with the Order of Lawyers of Turin

of the aforementioned Miss Poët.

Scandalous!

Dear Enrico, Teresa, Marianna,

Albertina, Jacopo.

I'm sorry for leaving without saying goodbye.

But you are the best thing to happen to me recently.

TICKET ISSUED TO LIDIA POËT FROM: GENOA - TO: NEW YORK

I'm sorry about how it went today.

You knew it would go like this from the start.

You're too stubborn a woman, Lidia.

You don't listen.

You don't know your place.

You do nothing but make rash decisions.

You're a dangerous woman, Lidia.

If you're trying to thank me for saving your life,

you're not doing a very good job.

Anyway, yes, I do have to thank you.

For everything.

Come on. We'll wait for you downstairs.

- Whenever you're ready. - Be right there.

Bravo!

Well done!

Bravo, Lidia!

Thank you.

Thank you, Lidia Poët!

Leaving without saying goodbye?

Subtitle translation by: Jaclyn McLoughlin