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[KNOCKING AT THE DOOR]

- Commissioner, the shift is over. - Thank you, Maione.

You ? Don't you take the hat? Aren't you coming away?

No, I work the night shift. The less I'm at home, the better.

I tried, Commissioner.

I've been trying for two years, but it didn't help.

Without my son Luca, Maione house it will never be the same again.

It's better if I stay here, at least I do a little overtime.

[(IN NEAPOLITAN)

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[ WE ARE NEVER HAPPY.]

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[ BUT SOMETHING IS CHEERFUL.]

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Now the chop is cold, I heat it up.

In the meantime, eat the ciambotta Cilento because you like it, eh?

Rosa, how should I tell you? There's no need, I'll make do.

-No, you go to sleep without it eat-I change and arrive. -Eh.

Good evening my love.

Mom... please go that way.

-You know, I prefer to do it alone. -Okay good night.

Finish calmly.

I'll be back soon.

["CAVALLERIA RUSTICANA" BY PIETRO MASCAGNI]

Aah!

They killed friend Turiddu!

Aah!

They killed friend Turiddu!

Aah!

- Good evening. - Please.

- Commissioner - Good evening. - Get away !

- Please. Please.

- Let them pass.

We wrote down the people who have left the theater so far.

Well. Who is that?

He is the manager of the theatre, he made a lot of fuss about it.

Are you the commissioner? Finally.

What a tragedy ! Fortunately His Majesty the King did not come

otherwise who knows what would happen. - Who are you ?

Duke Francesco Maria Spinelli, superintendent of the San Carlo Theater.

Commissioner Ricciardi. This is Brigadier Maione.

- Show me where it happened. - Come.

No, wait! Let's let people go first.

The guards want to identify even the prefect and the hierarchs.

- I demand respect for roles - Il My role is to uncover a murderer.

Yours is to favor my work.

A different attitude would constitute a crime. Regulate yourself.

Do you put it that way?

All right.

Cesarano, continue.

Gentlemen, a little patience! No one can leave the theater.

Orchestral players and musicians on my left.

The actors to my right.

You join the other actors, Excuse me.

Commissioner, sorry. This is not a costume.

I am Don Pietro Fava, a real priest.

[LAUGHS]

Silence ! Why are you here ?

- Who called you? - No, commissioner.

Actually... I snuck in.

Don Pierino is a lover of opera. We'll let him in

and he watches the show from behind the scenes.

All right, stay where you are.

- Where ?

- In the dressing room. I'll lead the way.

Gentlemen, everyone on stage! Let us continue the work.

- Gentlemen, let us pass. - Make room! - Space !

Sorry, this way. Please.

Giuseppe Lasio found it, stage manager.

-Did you break down the door? - Yes.

Lilla, the head dressmaker, called me because Vezzi didn't answer.

- We knocked, we shouted, but nothing!- "Do you have"? - Yes.

We were over for a touch-up to the costume.

-Did you call Doctor Modo? -Yes, I asked about him.

- Escort them to the stage, no one must leave the theater. - Commands.

Do you think it was us? We are serious people.

- We come here to work. - Nobody says otherwise.

- Everyone go to the stage, follow your colleague. - Force.

-Come on, on stage! -Come on, there's nothing to look at.

-Force ! -Come on, on stage. -Force ! -There's nothing to look at.

Everyone on stage. That way, up.

No, no, no! Please.

[DISTORTED VOICE]

(I want blood.)

I abandon myself to anger.

In hatred all my love ended.

I want blood.

I abandon myself to anger.

In hatred all my love ended.

(I want blood.)

You will become hunchbacked to embroider every evening here alone.

- And then what's the point of this embroidery? - A few minutes and I'll go to bed.

Enrica, I say this for your good.

You need to find a boyfriend.

Don't worry, mom, it will come.

Yes, he comes from Heaven.

My daughter, it's time to search.

You are twenty-three years old.

Your sister is younger than you, she is married and she already has a child.

She's fine.

- Good night. - Good night.

All my love ended. I blood I want, I abandon myself to anger.

(In hatred all my love ended.)

Tearing of the carotid artery. He bled to death.

There is bruising on the left cheekbone.

The blow has been struck from a lefty, right?

If you impart such strength on glass, you hurt yourself

even with gloves. There is no blood on the handle.

No, he ended up in the mirror after receiving a blow.

- I will be more precise after the exam necropsy - Will you do it immediately?

What a rush! I do them overtime only if justified.

The tenor was a friend of the Duce. He even has the picture, look!

But this doesn't justify it, on the contrary.

Alright, you're done to take photos? Take a seat.

- Be careful when you speak among the people. - Why ?

I am an Italian citizen, I'm 50 years old, I'm a war veteran.

Do I have to be careful when speaking? Beautiful freedom!

- Rather, you summoned me at the end of the shift - Aren't you happy?

- We consider you the best. - Can I see well? A smile ?

It is not too much ? Don't corrupt me.

The autopsy will be done properly of art, within the established times.

- Good work.

- To you too.

(I want blood, I abandon myself to anger.)

(In hatred all my love ended.)

[BUZZ]

- Is absurd. - What do they want to do?

Gentlemen, a little silence!

-Cesarano, you got it everyone's details? -Yes good.

With all due respect, there are people here who works. We need to send them home.

There is also a death and respect He deserves it above all.

- What time did you find him? - At 10pm.

He was on stage the ending of "Cavalleria rusticana".

It was the first of the two works on the bill.

The second was "Pagliacci", in which maestro Vezzi had to sing.

Hmm... When is the last time that you saw him alive?

-When he arrived at the theater, at 8pm - Has something happened?

-Did he argue with anyone? - Vezzi always argued

but he never locked the door the dressing room door.

No one entered without knocking.

That's why when I saw the door closed, I decided to break it down.

He may have argued over the days precedents. Don't you remember anything?

- Maybe during rehearsals. - No, he only came to the dress rehearsal.

No, I remember now. He argued with me that day

and with the conductor. He wanted to try "Pagliacci" first.

Then with the baritone because he was one step ahead of him on stage

and finally with the assistant. - The key ? - Huh?

-Did you take it? It wasn't there in the door. - No.

I didn't see the key. I don't know where the key is.

- Who can tell me something more on him ? -His assistant.

Bass.

Stefano Bassi. To serve you, Commissioner.

I have to talk about Vezzi with you. Come to the police station tomorrow morning.

Investigations are ongoing, so you can't leave the city.

For those who do so without permission an arrest warrant will be issued.

It's clear ?

- Now you can go home. - Thank you, commissioner. - It was time !

Father.

- You understand works, of singers? - Yes.

Could you give me some clarifications? Tomorrow, first thing in the morning.

I finish mass at eight and I can be available.

Very good. I'll be with you tomorrow at eight.

Who may have wanted to turn it off such a sublime voice?

It was a gift from the Eternal Father for us all.

Do you want to see How do I know how to get off the balcony?

Do you want to see How do I know how to get off the balcony?

Do you want to see How do I know how to get off the balcony?

(Do you want to see how do I know how to get down from the balcony?)

Do you want to see How do I know how to get off the balcony?

Lucia?

- It's mine, give it to me! Give me that. - Mary.

>Oh, stop. > Give it to me. > Shut up!

- Give it to me, Antonio. - It's mine. - Antonio! - Maria, shut up!

- Come on ! - Antonio! - No ! - Mary.

- Antonio! - It's mine.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

What do we have here? Don't clean yourself the little nose like that. Blow, come on.

Again... Oh, good. It's cold outside.

- Spring isn't coming. - What have you come back tonight? - Eh!

- Has something happened? - No.

We went to the theater, at the Royal Theater of San Carlo.

And... there were singers, actors, clown costumes.

- You should have seen. - Weren't you on duty, dad?

Sure, but it's not my job a good topic for breakfast.

When is it? If you don't tell me about it Never, how can I learn?

Guaglio', you just have to think studying. Is it clear or not?

Here.

- Lucia. - What's up ?

Good day.

- Do you think you'll come back for dinner? - Not I know, you know what the commissioner is like.

There's an investigation, anything can happen.

Shh.

(in Latin) We give thanks to God. - Bless you God almighty.

In the name of the Father, of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.

(together) Amen. - Amen.

Enrica!

- Don Pierino. - My dear ! Something wrong ?

I usually only see you on Sundays.

No, everything's fine.

- Until we meet again. - Until we meet again.

Good morning, Commissioner.

From your workstation behind the scenes

you saw someone enter or go out to the dressing room area?

Not "someone". I saw Vezzi going in there.

- Vezzi? - Eh- Sorry, you when did you arrive at San Carlo?

Five minutes to nine.

The custodian lets me in at the last moment from the garden.

I pass by the artists' entrance and I get backstage.

- Sorry, father. - Nail.

- Excuse me. - Sorry.

- Did you understand where it came from? - From the outside, I guess.

-Are you sure it was him? -Well, everyone knows his scarf.

The way to wear it, the posture, the size...

It could only have been Vezzi. You can see it who arrived to prepare.

Represent the same evening Is the two works normal?

I know nothing about opera, you must lead me like a blind man.

- They are usually two short works they represent themselves together- Mmm.

During the first part of the representation

have you noticed anything strange? - No.

They were good. It's a company young, I didn't expect it

but I had come to see "Clowns", to hear Vezzi.

Is this information useful?

- I'm the blind one in this case. - They might.

For now that's fine. I'm afraid I'll bother you again.

You can find me here. If you feel like it to see the Opera

I would be happy to accompany you.

It's good to see how beautiful it can be a feeling and its expression.

I know feelings well.

One can even have enough.

- Anyway thanks. - To you.

- Commissioner! Commissioner! - Bridge, good morning.

- Deputy commissioner Garzo he would like to see you- At this time?

- Has something big happened? -He has been in the office since 7.30.

-I'll have a coffee. -I'll get it for you. -Is Maione there? -I did not see it.

But don't give me a hard time.

-He recommended himself- Where are you looking? - Where? - Where are you looking?

- You have to look me in the eyes. - Why ?

Don't give me a hard time. Give me charity.

- Go. - I can offer you coffee. - Go. - Thanks.

- Go Go ! - Allow me, I'm on it.

I know about your intervention. There have been some complaints.

If His Majesty had been there the King, what would you have done?

Were you holding him too?

Ricciardi...

are you listening to me?

It seems that Duke Spinelli, superintendent of San Carlo

would ask for satisfaction.

I work according to the procedure

but you are free to confer the task to others. - Listen.

I know no one else would be able to to resolve the case quickly

and it is useless to tell you the importance this has

for the illustrious name of the victim...

and for his knowledge.

By the way, she's coming from Rome the widow, a most worthy woman.

I would ask you not to bother her.

- Clear ? - There is a dead man and a murderer.

This matters to me. We will do what needs to be done.

Look, I won't put it into play my career for your mistakes

but only yours.

So do well and it will be good for everyone.

You hurt...

and you will pay- Better get on to work without wasting time.

[KNOCKING AT THE DOOR] After you.

Commissioner, good morning. Doctor Garzo.

Commissioner, I wanted to warn you than in his office

Vezzi's assistant awaits her and just now the wife has arrived

Mrs. Vezzi. - Ricciardi, you confer with the assistant.

- I'll talk to the widow. - I can go ? - Go, go.

- Doctor - In theory could she have left and come back?

Yes, she always remains open a little door for artists.

I can't tell you anything else. I was in the audience with the superintendent.

Vezzi was grumpy with everyone or only with his subordinates?

- For him everyone was subordinate. - Had he made any enemies?

Many, but from here to wanting him dead...

Too many people live on a talent like his.

Say, Bassi. Speak freely.

No, it's just that I thought...

Well, maybe someone was there.

- Some jealous husband. - Who are you referring to?

Vezzi was a womanizer.

Married or engaged, he made no difference.

On the contrary ! If he could take them away to some, it was better.

-He was married. - What do you want me to tell you?

In his position he could do whatever he wanted.

In these days there was someone with whom he conversed

what do you know? - I don't know, commissioner.

- We had arrived three days ago. - For the dress rehearsal, right?

But when we came to sign the contract, at Christmas

we stayed in Naples several days- Three months ago?

- And... who was the lucky one? don't you know? - No.

Nothing comes to mind that can help us understand who?

- Something strange too. - Well, something strange had happened.

I don't know if that's relevant.

Vezzi asked me if I knew where you took the number two tram.

- Why is it strange? - He didn't one step without its driver.

He didn't open not even the car door.

In my opinion, Vezzi never took the tram in his life.

That's enough for now, remain at our disposal.

Thank you, commissioner.

Do you know where this tram arrives?

- Yes, they call it the "carriage of lovers" - Why?

The couples take it to go to the seaside

where there are small hotels.

In other words, they go get a breath of sea air.

- Now you'll take a tour around there. - Why ?

Take the same route as Vezzi. See if you notice anything, ask questions.

- The usual practice. We will see each other at San Carlo. - Where are you going ?

- From Garzo. I try to cross the widow Vezzi. - On purpose...

What a female!

Madam, I regret to force you to such a torture, but it is the practice.

I'll have you accompanied immediately.

-Ricciardi, what ways! -I'm sorry, Dr. Garzo, but I have to...

I absolutely have to do it some questions to Mrs. Vezzi.

- It is not needed. - Are you the head of the investigation?

Yes Madam.

Commissioner Luigi Alfredo Ricciardi.

- My condolences. - One of his involvement is out of place.

Now he has to do it recognition of the body.

Is already a fairly heavy commitment.

We understood each other ?

Let's go, lady. The car is ready to take us to the hospital.

In truth, deputy commissioner...

I would prefer to go alone. - Of course, of course.

Consider me at your service for whatever you need.

- Bridge ! - At your orders, Your Excellency. - Accompany the lady to the car.

- Please. - Thank you, deputy commissioner.

Commissioner Ricciardi, good work.

Ricciardi.

I warned you.

The lady is a close friend...

"Friend"... Do you understand?

And above all of his daughter.

I demand that she be left alone. Clear ?

Have a good day, doctor.

Lady !

Do you allow? A few minutes.

Sorry for the impudence, I have to make you of questions for the purposes of the investigation.

If you want something, there is nothing that can prevent you. It is not true ?

Because you did announce your arrival from Rome?

Last night you were already here.

- Why didn't you tell Garzo? - I did it.

He suggested I keep the matter quiet to avoid gossip

especially considering the fact that my arrival was not expected

and the reason for my trip had failed.

What was this reason?

I had decided to leave my husband.

I wanted to tell him after the show, but I didn't have time to see it.

Yet you were at the theater.

I had just arrived.

I wanted to hear him sing "Pagliacci" one last time

but when I saw all that confusion

not being able to imagine the reason, I changed my mind and left.

I didn't want to be recognized.

I was a singer too, you know?

I performed in the most important theaters in the world.

New York, Paris, London, also here in Naples.

Then I met him, the genius.

I gave up on my career to be next to the great Vezzi.

I should have left him a long time ago.

He held me back for a long time the fear of scandal.

Why do it now then?

- You believe in destiny, Ricciardi? - No, ma'am.

What do you believe in?

I believe in the two reasons that's why I see people dying.

Hunger and love.

You don't die for love, but for lack of love.

I died next to Arnaldo a little every day for years...

especially after the loss of our son.

I live with the ghost of my son.

I see it, I talk to it.

Do you believe in ghosts?

You think I'm crazy.

I see the dead every day, Mrs. Vezzi.

I'm no longer Mrs. Vezzi.

From today I can go back to being Livia Lucani, the play is over.

Who can confirm that you stayed outside the theater without entering?

Do you think I killed him?

His death freed you without the need for scandals.

- You just provided a motive. - I'm speaking to you sincerely.

Me too, I won't hide anything from you of my thoughts.

A woman who lives for a long time next to a man who doesn't respect her

she may come to hate him very much because of this.

It wasn't me, Commissioner.

Do you want me to accompany you?

The fish ! The fish ! Come here !

- Excuse me. - Please say.

- The entrance to the pension Where is Belvedere? - And the.

- Thank you. - Not at all.

[INAUDIBLE VOICES]

Ricciardi.

Good morning, ma'am.

And he.

Lady...

Excuse me.

I wasn't as ready as I thought I was.

- I'll have you bring a chair. - No, I prefer to go to the villa.

- Shall I accompany you? - I am sure that we will have other opportunities to see each other.

You don't have to leave the city and remain available.

I will have the effects delivered personal at your home.

You can't really suspect her.

I hope you're wrong, she's a woman of rare beauty and sensitivity

but unfortunately she is a friend of the Duce. - Stop talking like that.

-The fascists will beat you up. -Impossible !

I have friends in the police who protect me.

- I'm waiting for the autopsy results. - Autopsy rhymes with trattoria.

HI.

Not far from the tram stop there is the Belvedere Pension.

The owner remembers Vezzi

who rented a room with a woman during Christmas.

- We have the details of the woman? - No, no way!

They have never seen her face. She arrived after him

running, with the veil lowered. Do you think it has anything to do with it?

- Who knows ? - (I want blood.) -Maybe she's just one of many.

In hatred all my love ended.

(I want blood.)

- What are you thinking? - I think...

that halfway through "Cavalleria rusticana" Vezzi was still alive... here.

The priest crossed paths with him in the hallway.

Half an hour later he was already dead.

-I think he met someone. -His killer?

The door locked, the open window...

blood everywhere except on the hat, on the scarf and coat.

I'm banging my head about it too. How is it possible ?

The killer might have taken them from the closet

after killing Vezzi. Maybe he wanted to disguise himself.

Then he thought better of it, he left them, he took the key

and escaped out the window.

Compliments ! You have a beautiful head, respectfully speaking.

It's just a hypothesis, Raffaele. Something doesn't add up.

This pillow is clean. It is clean on both sides.

To avoid getting blood on them there had to be something on it

which was then made to disappear. An overcoat, a shawl.

A shawl?

But... think Was it his wife?

- Have you already spoken to us? -She would have a motive

and she would have the chance. -Would you have had that strength?

Maybe he hit him with an object and he fell on the mirror.

But why take the key away? Maybe she did it instinctively.

And then she jumped away.

In your opinion, a woman like that does she climb out the window?

Why not ?

Precisely because she is such a woman she would be capable of anything, in my opinion.

- Isn't the lady at home? -No, she's not there.

Come with us then.

Well, maybe I should ask to the administrator.

I know my job. Answer a simple question.

Last night or this morning Mrs she sent clothes to the cleaners

or you have requested cleaning shoes ? -No, she didn't.

- Are you sure? - Commissioner, I've been a butler for twenty years.

You know your job and I know mine.

I have to see his apartment.

Well, here it is.

Her apartment was reserved for her by Princess Pignatelli.

- Thank you. - Commissioner... - I take all responsibility.

Do you want to enter alone?

If Garzo finds out, sends us both to the border.

Precisely.

- Don't worry, lead the way. - Please.

I was hoping for your visit, but not so soon, commissioner.

The man apologizes for the intrusion

but the policeman had the duty to do so.

I accept the man's apology, if the policeman explains to me that he was looking for.

Traces of blood, perhaps?

- You wouldn't have been so naive to leave. - So what ?

Would you mind showing me the dress and the shoes you wore yesterday?

You still think it was me to kill my husband?

I am forced to believe it is possible everything and knowing how to change my mind.

I'm sorry you were offended.

If you are innocent, you will not have nothing to fear. Excuse me.

For you the wife is innocent because Wasn't there mud on her shoes?

What if she cleaned everything herself?

That had a reason to kill her husband.

Yes, but even a small trace I should have found it, but nothing.

- Where are we going now? - Let's look that track elsewhere.

A doubt came to me.

These gloves are beautiful, Pope.

What's up ? You have finally made up your mind to buy a hat too?

- Up there.

- Nothing, let's go.

- Let's hope, let's hope. -She will be very happy.

This skin is a whole other softness...

- Oh! There it was, I imagined it. - Good morning.

Did you see who came to visit you?

Umberto, the son of Mrs. Pizzullo. Do you remember ?

- He can't remember, they passed Many years. - No, I remember well.

We spent a holiday together... in Gaeta, many years ago.

Iron memory. We were children.

Why don't you go get yourself a coffee ? Or something else.

Unfortunately I have to help my father.

Thanks for visiting, say hello to your parents.

- Maybe next time ? - For the next time.

- Regards. Madam, Mr. Colombo. - Good morning. - Until we meet again.

He will be for next time and say hello to us mum.

In the end we end up as a spinster and you do nothing.

You know what Enrica is like, he's like me.

Silent, but with her character. You can't impose anything on her.

I just know she's your favorite.

In my opinion if she stays in your house, she almost she you don't mind.

Campers! He is responsible of the clothing warehouse.

- To serve you, commissioner. - Hey! Get back to work.

What do you have to look at?

You found some dirty shoes of mud on opening night?

Yes, when I did the review there were some clothes.

I didn't think it mattered, otherwise I would have told you right away.

- What kind of shoes? - They are all the same.

The same ones are always used. Anyway they were for men, of a large number.

- Do you know who wore them?

- No, commissioner.

Everyone takes what suits them better and then puts them back.

- Thank you, you have been useful to us. - Duty. With permission - You're welcome.

Um... Commissioner, Do you still need our help?

Because otherwise the girls get distracted.

- No thank you. If we need it, we'll be in touch. - All right.

Hey, again?

Come on, get to work!

It was the track we were looking for. So the wife is not the killer.

No. Vezzi never left the changing room.

- You said the priest he saw him- He didn't see him.

-He saw the murderer. -He should be one of the artists

who made "Pagliacci" because "Cavalleria rusticana" was on stage.

We are looking for a man of weight and stature such as to be confused with Vezzi.

We need the list of artists who made "Pagliacci".

And well done Maione.

> How beautiful! - Mom is here. > How is this little girl?

- Wonderful. - She's like mom. She-she makes you sleep? - Not always.

- Well, mom didn't do it sleep one night. - I remember.

- You remember it because you helped your mother. - For Giulio.

For you the generous portion.

- Flesh bears male children. - Eh.

Mom, we just made one. Give us time.

- Alright. -You are right. - The potatoes, Giulio? - Yes, few.

- Let's go to my granddaughter. - What do you say ? -She is quiet.

Please accept the senses of my deepest dismay

and I promise you that never again will dare to bother you.

- Permit ?

- Ricciardi, come.

You know that that you are a miracle worker?

When she called the administrator of Princess Pignatelli

I was ready to take definitive measures.

Instead, now I feel forced to keep you in service

thanks to your magnanimity of Mrs. Vezzi

who intervened for you, although I don't understand why.

Simply because I have faith in the commissioner's work.

- Thank you. - No, I demand that you offer her your apologies.

The best way to make amends is to walk me home.

This is certain.

I will gladly accompany you.

I meant Commissioner Ricciardi, dear Garzo.

Of course, absolutely right. He's the one who needs to be forgiven.

Maione, what are you waiting for? Prepare the best of our cars.

- It's ready. - Thank you, deputy commissioner. - Duty.

For anything, I remain at her service.

Ricciardi, you don't realize the pressures I receive

by the commissioner, by his excellency the mayor, even from Rome.

We have eyes on us

and you go for a walk with the ladies.

What do I say to the press? Are you talking to us?

The lady is waiting. With your permission I would go.

Go, go.

And find something, quickly.

- Please. - Sorry for the delay.

Mrs Lucani, I would like to offer you my apologies.

She just did the deputy commissioner for you.

I wanted to do it personally.

Now I know for sure that you told me the truth.

The investigations did a step forward ?

I don't have the culprit, but I know which direction to look.

- I'm sorry for the inconvenience that we have brought to you. - No.

Don't be sorry, on the contrary. I thank you.

I didn't feel treated by you with condescension.

You don't know how important it is to judge those around me.

Even if you suspected me...

the truth is that I never had fear, quite the opposite.

With you I felt...

as if protected from the storm.

-Stop, this time you told us right. - The others don't know how to drive.

- They get in the way, I have to avoid them. - You're welcome ma'am.

Thanks for accompanying me.

Until the end of the investigation I'll stay here

guest of Princess Pignatelli.

I hope to do it soon and not to disturb you again.

Goodbye, Commissioner.

Goodbye and condolences again, Lady.

Pss... commission'.

Excuse me if I dare, always without...

With all due respect...

but perhaps the lady she wanted to be invited to dinner.

-A woman like that..-Get busy to take me back to the police station, alive.

Oh, I'm alive.

Commissioner, I didn't expect to find you here.

Me neither, father.

It's just that this seems like a nice place to me to rest.

Commissioner, do you believe in God?

I don't want to believe it, but I have to

because in one way which borders on obstinacy

He is the one who believes in me. - Rejoice, Ricciardi.

You are on the path of faith.

I have little to rejoice about.

I have a dead man who gives me no peace and a killer on the loose.

You are on his trail, It is not so ?

I believe in God.

If it causes more suffering to someone which to others, has its own purposes.

If this can anyone help other people

then all this suffering it is justified.

She makes sense of all this pain.

You said that these two works are represented together.

- Why ? - Because the theme it's the same, jealousy.

Although in my opinion, the "Clowns" represent this feeling

in the most powerful way.

Canio, the clown played by Vezzi, he is forced to make people laugh

but inside he suffers for love

until he takes off his costume and stabs his wife.

That's where he sings "I'm not a clown."

- "I want blood, I abandon myself to anger." - Yes.

Do you know "Cavalleria rusticana"? This is the time for jealousy.

- What do you mean? - That air he is from the "Cavalleria rusticana".

- Isn't it from "Pagliacci"? Are you sure? - Yes.

- Who sings it? - The character by Alfio, a baritone.

He too is a betrayed husband.

Do you remember who played Alfio the other night ?

Certain. Michele Nespoli, a young man very promising baritone.

- Can you describe it? - Well...

Brown, tall, young.

I would say "handsome". Why ?

- You were helpful this time too. - Remember the promise, though.

One of these evenings we will go to see the Opera together.

Let's do it tonight.

Commissioner.

Here I am, tell me.

-Raffae', cancel the call for the actors of "Pagliacci". -Why ?

I was focused on that work, but I was wrong.

Do you know "Cavalleria rusticana"?

Why ? Is there any news?

- You'll see the news tonight. We go to San Carlo. - Where are you going ?

To prepare myself.

Commissioner.

Lucarie', let's take the dictation.

Write all the words with the apostrophe in the right place.

[INAUDIBLE VOICE]

For a moment I was deluded that you would come to the theater

out of curiosity and the pleasure of seeing the Opera.

But deep down I expected it.

You are not a man who indulges in pleasures.

Rather you inflict yourself of deprivations...

although I didn't understand why of such severity towards yourself.

Here we are at the artists' entrance.

like the cherry.

- Is he Nespoli? - No, Nespoli plays Alfio. It's the baritone.

This is Turiddu, the tenor, the main character.

He is also married, but loves someone else who is Alfio's wife.

the blood is spilled.

Here is Nespoli who plays Alfio, the betrayed husband.

He is also married, but he will realize

that Turiddu took Lola away from him.

the bells ring.

the bells ring.

crack the whip. And go!

(In chorus) be a carter

be a carter

So, I went around several times for safety.

- It takes about four minutes. - Four minutes.

- Alfio discovers that Lola is cheating on him.

- That's when he sings the verse that you mentioned- Perfect.

the day

(In chorus)

Ora.

-Piccere', is everything okay? -Yes, dad, everything's fine. -All right.

If I can do anything for you, just let me know.

- Dad. - Yes ?

When you met mom, did you like it straight away?

At first glance.

How long did it take you, in short... to declare yourself?

I watched it a couple of times and I... I found the brothers under the house.

They dictated the times.

- Should I do it too? - What ?

I have to go to the house to make him decide to come forward?

But when ever? I was just saying that.

- Okay... Goodnight. - Good night.

- Ecco.

Nine minutes since he came out when he returned.

He had plenty of time.

But now you have to succeed to make him confess and it's not easy.

We have no proof.

But we have a witness.

within my chest.

Aah ! They killed friend Turiddu!

- Mr. Nespoli.

- We should talk to you for a moment.

Nail.

We found your muddy shoes.

A person recognized you as you returned to the theater

with "Cavalleria rusticana" still on stage.

(in Neapolitan) The priest! Damn death, I knew it!

It's better if you tell everything, believe me.

He was an impossible person. Everyone hated him.

Me too.

- But I didn't want to kill him, I swear. - Why did you do it, then?

I...

I met him in the corridor...

as I returned to the dressing room after my first scene.

He said I'm alone a half sock. I !

- I threatened him. - Then ?

He said that my career was already over.

After years of sacrifices?

I never saw us again.

I pushed him into this dressing room.

I punched him in the face. He... fell on the mirror.

-He was injured, a lot of blood was coming out. - What you did ?

Nothing.

I understood immediately that there was nothing left to do.

If I came out of the dressing room in that moment, they could recognize me.

So... I took his coat, the scarf and the hat.

I wore them and I got out of there.

And this ?

- The pillow ? - Yes, the pillow.

The only clean thing on the sofa. How do you explain it?

But I...

I don't know, I don't remember. Maybe I knocked it over to sit down.

I didn't have much time.

From the garden I ran to the door for the artists and I returned.

- You met the priest. - Eh.

I hoped that he didn't recognize me.

There was no one in the corridor.

I threw away my coat and everything and I locked the door.

You wore clean shoes and you returned to the scene in time.

- Yes- What have you done of the key?

I threw it away as soon as I could.

She went like this. If I went back a hundred times, I would do it again a hundred times.

He was a shitty man.

He deserved it.

I want blood, I abandon myself to anger.

In hatred all my love ended.

- Still ironing? - I have to wait for you, at least I spend the time.

By the way, this year too you have to pay the celibacy tax.

- You say it because you don't want to iron more? - I'm saying it for you.

It's wasted money. You don't care about money, but...

Go and rest, Rosa.

- There's time for ironing. Good night. - Eh.

Good night. She doesn't listen, Even the Government says so.

"Get married or you have to pay the tax."

Goodnight My Love.

(I want blood, I abandon myself to anger.)

(In hatred all my love ended.)

I want blood, I abandon myself to anger.

(In hatred all my love ended. I want blood.)

(I abandon myself to anger.)

In hatred all my love ended.

(I want blood.)

(I want blood, I abandon myself to anger.)

(In hatred all my love ended.)

I want blood, I abandon myself to anger.

In hatred all my love ended.

If Nespoli confessed, why are you here ?

(I abandon myself to anger. In hatred all my love ended.)

You're welcome, sir.

At that time ? Novelty ?

-I really need it. -We live among the dead every day.

- Let's not burden ourselves with their pain. - Because you care so much

to talk to me about the results, instead of leaving them at the police station?

It's an excuse to make me offer the usual coffee and puff pastry.

Think about it if one day I have about the grandchildren, will I be able to tell them?

-I saw Ricciardi smile twice in a few days-So?

You remember the bruising on Vezzi's cheekbone?

It was a punch. He was hit violently.

But the person he hit the tenor so dear to the Duce...

- For this alone he is worthy of that end- Bruno? - Alright.

He did it while he was dead

or anyway as he took his last breath.

So it wasn't the punch to make it fall on the mirror

but he got punched when it was all over. - That's right.

You're not going to eat it, are you?

No, but it's a shame. Understood ?

After you !

Ricciardi, come. Come along.

I communicated to Mrs. Vezzi the success of our investigation.

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

But I believe that the investigation is not concluded.

What are you saying? We have a confession.

The culprit was insured to Justice.

In Rome they are happy this morning I got compliments

by the Ministry of the Interior. The investigation is closed.

If Commissioner Ricciardi considers the investigation incomplete

we should trust him and allow further investigations.

Also at the Ministry of the Interior they would be satisfied

of such scruple.

Don't you believe?

But...

I agree with her, dearest friend.

But we have a confession

and in cases like this there is no investigation that she cares about.

In fact with your permission

I would like to ask first again the confessed criminal.

Is he still in the cell here with us?

Thank you. Lady.

You told me you crossed paths Vezzi in the corridor.

-He was wearing makeup? - Yes.

Of course, he was wearing makeup.

Does it seem possible to you? Someone like Vezzi, wearing makeup in the corridor?

-Maybe I was wrong, he wasn't. -But when he died he was wearing makeup.

Nespoli, I know everything.

I understand.

I don't know if you understand what you're doing. You will stay here for thirty years.

You'll be old when you get out, if you ever get out.

You didn't kill Vezzi.

You are covering for a woman.

I don't think you don't have a reason to live

even if it was just singing. Is your relationship with her that strong?

What did she do for you for convince you to give her life to her?

I can't deal with the case anymore, if you do not retract the confession.

Nespoli, let me try.

Don't make it me to leave an innocent person in prison.

You are wrong.

As you wish.

I supposed.

Thank you, commissioner.

If you have ever loved, you will understand me.

Are you happy now?

I had to explain to the commissioner.

I looked like a fool.

For what ? Nothing !

But as of now this case is closed... definitely!

Otherwise they will snap harsh disciplinary measures

and don't say that I didn't warn you.

Can I go back to work?

Go, go.

- I'll teach you a game. - Oh.

- Watch. - It's a secret. How to play ? - It's easy.

- Easy? - You have to take... - Anto'!

- Take these two corners. - These ? - Yes.

- Then ? - Go below.

- As ? - Yes. Okay.

- It's beautiful ! - Now I'll take these two. - Ooh!

How beautiful you are ! Can you sing a nice song to dad?

Mom doesn't want it.

Like she "she doesn't want"? Alright, she does nothing. When she gets better.

- Then ? - You have to take this. - This ? - Yes.

This one, yes. Then ?

- Then, this. - Oh... Like this?

Ah, how beautiful!

-Why are you staying at home? Is Sunday ? -No ! -Now this.

- We solved a case, I have a day off. - Well.

- Now I have to get these two. - Oh. - Rest ?

Wait, huh?

- Maria, show me too. - Look.

Can I help you ? I'm here all day, maybe there's something to do.

No, I'll do it.

A smile ? Hmm?

When you smile to your children?

- You do it for him, it's good for you. - Do you really think that only you suffer?

- I was the mother. It's possible that don't you understand it? - I was the father.

- Is not the same thing.

> Mayone! Mayon!

There you go, the rest is over.

Commissioner, good morning.

Take a seat.

- Take a seat - I need you, we're not done yet.

What's the problem ? Time to change and I'm with you.

- Lucia, please, a coffee. - Take a seat.

- Say hello. (together) Good morning.

Good morning, Mrs Lucia. Good morning.

It's for the case of the dead singer, commissioner?

Go to your room immediately. Everyone, come on!

- Forgive me, I ruined you the day of rest. - Rest ?

Commissioner, in this house rest no longer exists. You know that.

Lucia, if I may...

you are a young, beautiful woman. Your husband is a good man.

He loves you more than his life. Then you have four children who are jewels.

You have to think about them.

And you, commissioner?

When are you starting a family?

[BELLS TOLLING]

Giovanni is growing up. He looks more and more like his mother.

No, he is the same as Luca. Yesterday he said that he wants to be a policeman.

The mother felt ill. I had to give him a slap.

With the example of a father like you

it's natural that I want to do it the policeman. - At that time ?

You are not convinced of Nespoli, True ?

-She confessed too quickly. - I spoke with Modo.

Nespoli lied, he punched in Vezzi when he was already dead.

- Why? - To stage the scuffle, cover someone.

- Who ?

- That's what we need to find out.

We already know one thing.

Vezzi was a womanizer and he preferred other people's women.

- Like the one at the Belvedere? - That or the other.

If Nespoli takes the blame which is not his, he does it for a woman.

You wouldn't sacrifice yourself for love ?

How do we do it ?

- The investigation is closed. - Yes...

but no one forbids you to pay a visit to your trusted informant.

- Good morning, Brigadier. - Good morning.

Good morning, Brigadier.

Good morning.

Oh, what a beauty! Are you going to have fun, brigade?

- Why don't you ever come to me? - Wait there. - I'm waiting, I'm waiting.

What a surprise ! She really wanted us a big man like you in this cold.

- Girls, I don't have time. Do for me enter. - I love you too.

Come in.

You haven't come to me for a while to find. Do you want to make yourself desired?

There you have it, a nice coffee for my favorite brigadier.

This is real coffee, it is not the usual surrogate.

I have a new client who is very well equipped, in every sense.

This is your business. Do for me pleasure, you have to keep it to yourself.

- Are you jealous? - Do you think you're funny?

I do everything I can, I can't resist to the charm of men in uniform.

Oh, no? I'll take you to the police station, I should have done it a while ago.

-There you want uniforms! -How beautiful ! Are you going to put handcuffs on me?

- I'll put a rope around your neck, if you don't finish it. - I understand.

How can i help you ? You solved the tenor's case.

- Yes. - Nice man, I saw the photo.

Even the murderer Nespoli he is a handsome man, but never like you.

Do you want to know how you can help me or do you just want to talk?

- Do you eat gramophone tips? - Ask me anything.

- Nespoli. - All right.

Exactly... What do you know about him?

I know he did well to kill the tenor.

Otherwise what is the honor worth, brigadier?

Some people believe that everything they are allowed it because they have the money.

Let me get this straight.

You're saying that Vezzi did he undermine Nespoli's woman?

I do not know this.

I know what they say.

"Voice of the people, voice of God."

- Commissioner - Raffaele, then? What does little girl say?

She says that Nespoli has a crush and she goes around saying that she is pregnant.

- From Nespoli? - They say we don't know.

-Do you want to know who he is? - A little dressmaker from San Carlo.

- How do you know? - Go home, you've already done more than you should.

For you it is never more.

Good evening Miss.

Good evening.

- Are you alone?

- Yes.

Could I talk to you for a few minutes?

Please.

I know everything. I know how it went things, I assure you.

I don't understand what you are referring to.

The wound on Vezzi's neck it was on the right side.

This means whoever inflicted the killing blow is left-handed.

As you.

- I don't know this. - I thought about it a lot, you know?

You hit him with the scissors.

When you work, you always wear them around your neck

but on the evening of the murder you didn't have them.

I also know that you are pregnant.

The child is from Vezzi, right?

I know everything, including that Nespoli has you covered because he loves you.

I am ready to validate the his version, I don't want to accuse you.

But I want to know the truth.

Commissioner, I grew up an orphan in the middle of a road.

I had to fight for my life with dogs and mice.

I only know how to sew.

It's thanks to this that I work now in the most beautiful theater in the world.

I don't leave my son alone to live the life I did.

I don't want your baby born in prison.

I told you, don't worry. I'm only interested in the truth.

Michele Nespoli was someone who sang in restaurants.

He made do.

One evening he had received a stab wound.

I helped him.

I brought it to my house.

From there everything went well.

Then he arrived, Vezzi.

It was before Christmas.

[KNOCKING AT THE DOOR] After you !

I had to take measurements for her stage clothes.

Measures ?

How cute we are!

You are very beautiful.

After we lost our son my wife doesn't even talk to me.

I'm sorry about you.

You don't have to be sorry. I would like another child.

I also want another life.

- Like your name ?

Madeleine.

He was an important man.

He knew ... make you feel as important as him.

Actually more than him, as if I were the only important thing in the world.

I have decided.

I will leave my wife.

I do it only for you.

Shortly after I realized I was pregnant.

Just in those days

Michele ... she asked me to marry him.

Michele, I can't marry you.

Madeleine... Maddalena, what do you say?

Miche, go away.

Then I started waiting

that Vezzi returned to Naples for the show.

But he came back and didn't even look for me.

On the day of the costume test

Mrs. Lilla had instructed another seamstress to make the adjustments.

The first time I succeeded to be alone with him

it was the opening night, in her dressing room.

[KNOCKING AT THE DOOR] After you !

- The gorget. - Put it down here.

- I couldn't wait to tell you. - What ?

I'm pregnant.

A child of yours, do you understand?

- Our. - A son of mine?

- Yes. - You ?

What did you have in your head?

You really thought that someone like you with me...

The gentlemen with the gentlemen, beggars with beggars.

Grow it with your Nespoli the child.

He was laughing with tears, Inspector. I swear to you.

From the stage you could hear Michele singing and he made fun of it.

At that moment I realized how much Michele was a man...

and he was just a clown.

I don't know how it happened. It was a moment.

Aah !

I hit him in the throat.

Then I sat on the sofa watching him die.

This explains it because the pillow was clean.

Then I left.

As soon as I opened it the dressing room door

I found myself in front of it Michael himself.

He entered.

He broke the mirror and stuck a shard of glass

in the Vezzi gorge, where the wound was.

Then it hit him to simulate a reason

that could have caused him to fall on the mirror, breaking it.

She took her clothes.

- Wait for me here, don't move. Did you understand ? - Yes. - Scissors?

- I'm inside. - Huh? Listen to me.

- Wait for me here. - Yes.

She returned a few minutes later.

He had taken off his lab coat and some scissors.

He placed his hat on the sofa, scarf and coat by Vezzi.

At that point he had to free himself muddy shoes.

I did that. I took his dirty shoes

and I changed them for a clean pair in stock.

You also got a clean coat for you

which in fact was a little big.

Here it is.

Vezzi is also dead for hunger and for love.

What will happen now?

I will keep my promise. I won't let you get charged.

I don't want your baby grow up in prison.

If you want, There is a way to help Michele.

- Which one? - Our law punishes honor crimes

at most with prison for three years.

You will say that Nespoli he intervened to save you

because Vezzi wanted to use violence on you and you called for help.

You will say that you did not speak immediately because you are pregnant

and the son is from Nespoli. - But it's not true, I know it.

Miss, you want to save this creature yes or no?

Who will believe these things?

Vezzi was an important one and we are poor people.

What hopes do we have?

Livia, try to understand.

If there isn't anyone in court that tells who Vezzi really was

they'll throw that guy in jail For all life.

The girl will be left alone.

In this city a dishonored woman no one cares about her anymore.

As for the child, it will only be fodder for the underworld.

I have to testify against my husband

like an ingrate who spits on whom can't defend himself- The child.

Think that it is in your hands hope and the future of a child.

What's in your future?

Is there any hope?

Why don't you give me your hope and you make it mine too?

Because you have the right to be happy.

You are... so beautiful and young.

You are entitled to all the luck that you haven't had until now, but I...

For me it's not the time yet.

All right, I'll come to court.

I'll do it for that child, innocent like mine.

And for you.

[(IN NEAPOLITAN)

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