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Your money is on the cupboard.

Thanks darling.

You have my number in case you feel like it again. Hello, Rocco.

This number is unreachable.

LIFE GOES ON

Donato.

Can I come in?

My God.

Lupa, I have the shivers.

I am not feeling well. Italo?

Scipioni?

Guys?

Is someone here?

Is there an epidemic or something? Where is everyone?

Scipioni is free, D'Intino was on the night shift, and Deruta is at the bakery.

What's up with you? You look so pale. - A level 10, at Ollomont.

Not so smart. Are you coming?

Yes, it is at 1600 meters. Above 800, it is no longer a murder.

Excuse me? - A new article in the Rocco Code.

Maybe it's a natural death. - Why, of course?

Bet for 10,000 euros that it is murder?

Okay, I'm in. - Stop it, you don't have a cent.

Who has been found? - One Donato Brocherel, well in his 70s.

I'm not going. Can't you see I have a fever?

Again?

Again yes, is that not allowed? My teeth chatter, can you see that? And I tremble.

The chills run down my spine.

Should I Get Pneumonia? Just say. To die?

Then you should go. - Only?

Get some now. Then take Casella with you.

But before you undertake anything...

What about that door? Before you take initiative...

you have to call me. Okay? That wind is freezing.

Good morning. - You have to walk the last bit.

Do you come? - Can't get through?

No not anymore. We have to walk.

I've been waiting for hours. I've turned into an icicle.

And the commissioner? - He is ill. I have to call him.

He is always sick. Oh yeah.

Did you come for a walk?

Yes, the car couldn't go any further. And you?

Ongoing. That's what I meant.

What now? - It's me, Italo.

I'll put you on the speaker. - Fine. What do you see?

Lots of snow. - And it's cold.

Buoys. - Thanks, boss.

Just crack. Italo, what do you see? - We are in an abandoned hamlet.

There are mountain huts and a stone house.

Do you see anything strange? - A clock on the roof and a statue of Mary.

Two windows on either side and a chimney.

Does he smoke? - No.

And further? - Yes, there are..

Footsteps go to the entrance and back again.

Appears to be from the same person. Maybe the woman who found the body.

What's that woman's name? - Maddalena Trochein.

She's gone home. She lives three kilometers away.

Do you see other tracks around the house? - No, there is fresh snow last night.

Keep walking, but make sure Deruta and Casella walk in your footsteps.

Goose fit. - What is that, goose step?

Shut up.

Remember, goose.

Walk slowly. I take small steps. - Don't piss him off.

We are at the entrance, in front of an old, green door.

Shall I go in? - What are you waiting for? But only you.

Are you in?

Tell me, what does it smell like there? Burned.

And there is some smoke. - And the corpse?

According to that woman it was upstairs. Should I go there?

What do you think when that woman says that?

What do you see?

I'll give Casella a second, I have to throw up.

He says you have to go in. Then go.

With Casella, I'm in. - What do you see?

The house is small. Opposite the door is a window, to the left the stairs.

Under the window on the right is such an old, cast iron wood-burning stove.

To the right of it is the kitchen, or more of a cooking corner.

Go on, you are doing fine. - You're welcome.

In the center of the room is a table with two chairs. There is a bag on one of them.

On the table a bundle and an open bottle of wine.

What kind of wine? - Sassicaia.

Chic place, for a hermit.

Just go upstairs. - I will.

I'm here. The dead person is on the ground.

A wound on the head and blood on the floor, but not so much.

What is he wearing? - Long, woolen underpants...

and a sweater. Kind of like pajamas. - What else do you see?

At one wall is a prayer chair with an altar...

with candles, Mary and saints. And also ex votos.

Do you know them? - Yes. You too, strangely enough. Continue.

They are beautiful. Little hearts. - Go on.

Well, there is a cupboard with two doors and a single bed.

And on the opposite wall are pictures nailed.

Do I have to describe them all? - No, take them with you, okay?

I'm exhausted.

Good...

We have to get from the Commissioner to Trochein. You wait here for Fumagalli.

What do you think, is it murder? - No idea.

Who wants to kill such an old poor bastard?

50% chance of an accident.

Then we have a 50% chance of being able to go home early. Not?

Let's go. - Goose fit.

40 then?

31.3.

Did you find the body? - I brought him food twice a week.

Donato did not do any shopping. He stayed inside.

Unless he worked in the garden in the summer

or cleared snow or chopped wood in the winter.

I understand. Had he lived there long? - 18 years already.

Did he come from around here? - Yes, from Ollomont.

Did he have family or children? - No, he was a priest.

His parish was in Oyace, but 18 years ago he quit and came here.

So he had no one? - No, just me and my husband.

Where is your husband? - Here. Isacco Trochein, pleasant.

I didn't understand you well. - Here. Isacco Trochein, pleasant.

Isacco and Maddalena, why did Donato renounce his vows?

We never discussed that. Donato was quite mysterious.

Did he see people from the village? - No, I already said that.

What time did he go to bed? - Never later than 9am. He got up early.

Casella, was he wearing his pajamas? - Yes, he was wearing it.

But he must have had an accident in the house. Or not?

Why do you doubt an accident? - I can't say anything about that.

Thank you very much. - Bye.

Strange people. - Well...

What are you doing now? - Hello, sir. I drive the cold away.

How did the police get you? From the circus?

Could be. - Is Schiavone there?

That bastard is in bed with a fever. - What nonsense. And the corpse?

That's upstairs. - Keep moving, dance.

A tribal dance, as they do in Sardinia. How freezing cold it is.

He's from the zoo.

Three.

Seven.

Four.

Six. Five.

Now it is ready. - I am gone.

Oh, Gabrielle?

The dog has to go round at least one block.

Make sure she does everything she needs before you return.

Five euros. Close the door.

Can I come in? - Who is that?

What a beautiful house, boss. - D'Intino?

Close the door. - It's stuffy in here, and hot.

What now? - Expelling bacilli.

Bacilli? But I have a fever. What are you coming to do?

Casella said you wanted the pictures off the wall. I'll bring them. Are you happy?

On the contrary. Why are you so close? - Don't worry, I have antibodies.

I'm not worried about that. - Good, boss.

What is it?

Do you need a thump?

That dead man was a strange guy. - How so?

At carnival he was dressed as a priest.

D'Intino, the dead man was a priest.

Stranger still, a priest who celebrates carnival as a priest.

Good heavens, you really are a stupid bastard.

Good.

This is Maddalena Trochein. - I know.

She found the dead body.

Back it up or I'll give you a hole in the head.

Why are you so difficult? Wasn't it an accident?

What do you know about that now? - He fell and died.

Good. Go again, come on.

How's the fever? - Bad.

And it will increase while you are there. Okay?

Grandma used to bake an egg with turmeric when we had a fever.

I don't care what your grandma did. Get out.

As you wish.

But turmeric on a fried egg is...

You really have to fuck off. Gone, you.

The pillow, D'Intino.

The forensics is here. Hands up, don't touch anything.

There you will have her. - Don't breathe, don't spit.

Just evaporate. But remember, don't leave a trace, thank you.

Aha, Fumagalli. - What are you doing here?

Have we decided it's murder? - Order from above.

How long? - Done.

You haven't touched anything, have you? - Just my nuts. And the corpse, of course.

Sure? - I know what I'm doing at a crime scene.

I do not think so. - Not? What is it?

One: Your bag is right next to the blood stain.

Two: You are not wearing slippers.

Three. - Never mind.

I'm going to the morgue, I have better company there.

Thank you, it was a pleasure to meet you again. Day.

You're welcome.

She could have greeted us, right Lupa?

Come on.

Here's the soup, after my grandmother's original recipe. I'll put it here.

How much fever do you have? - 37.3.

You call that a fever? - Not then?

You go to work with 37.3. - You go to work.

I'll lie down until it's over.

How are you going to do the detective work from bed?

I have...

I have a lot of imagination, you know that.

I make things concrete. - This isn't fantasy, it's hallucinations.

That's that 100,000 kilos of weed you've smoked in your life.

Who are you calling? - Gambino.

A kick in your balls is less bad.

What can you tell me? - He passed away last night.

At eleven o'clock at the latest. - So fell and hit his head.

You would think so. - How do you mean?

The cleft of the voice was inflamed and the windpipe was full of smoke.

The bronchi were affected. Signs of smoke poisoning.

So he passed out and the smoke killed him?

Hello, Rocco? - Michela, finally.

I'm working.

Do you even know how cold it is here? - I wish I was with you.

But the fever just won't go down. - Yes, I heard that.

I wondered: Why did the victim move to such a remote place?

Who was he hiding from? Was he being chased, was he scared?

Yes, by the KGB and the Mossad. He was a priest. Have you checked the stove?

I'm working on that now. - Is he old?

Yes, quite old. - What's the content?

Wait a second. Ricci?

Yes Boss? - Come here.

You understand this. What content does this stove have?

I think around 80 cubic meters. - Did you hear that?

Yes, I heard that. Have someone check the chimney.

Why? - Have someone check it...

and call me back. - All right then.

Shall I try that soup? - Go on, that's good for you.

Spada, come on.

I was thinking... Try to picture it.

It's a freezing cold night and our husband wants to go to bed.

He stuffs the stove full of wood. He wakes up around ten.

The house is full of smoke, he passes out and hits his head. And dies.

Sounds logical, right? - Yes, but..

Tasty, what's in it? - Grandma's secret ingredient.

I spit in it. That activates your antibodies.

There is something I don't like. - What then?

Look at the picture. Where's the body?

On the other side of the window. What does that mean?

He wakes up with a start, the house is full of smoke.

It is a small house. He knows it well. He has lived there for years.

Then I would open the window first. But he is on the other side.

Maybe he was disoriented. He had just woken up and was getting older.

That could also be the case.

Good evening. - Goodbye, boy.

Come on. - She's done everything.

I took the mail. - Well done, thank you.

You go again at eight, right? - Yes, for five euros.

Do you let yourself be ripped off like that? What a criminal.

Do you think?

Five euros is not enough. You are being scammed.

That's right.

Sure. - Stay out of it. You fire him up.

Who is that? - Michela. She would call me back.

I'll just go. - Good.

Rocco, this is strange. - What then?

The flue pipe of the chimney is full of soot...

but not the last bit.

Explain a little better. - There is a piece of about 20 cm...

that looks like it has been wiped clean.

Why would you wipe the end of such a pipe?

Who is with you? - No one. But listen:

Who would want to wipe the end of such a drain pipe?

No idea.

How do you see this? - What do you think? Wrong stuff.

There is no more doubt, this is murder.

Murder. Get some now.

Well done.

These are not narcos. This is a satanic scene.

We are in America. Shouldn't we speak English?

It's not right, but don't pay attention to the details.

Why not?

Detectives are made up of details. - Would you like to hear the story?

Not so cheeky, you. Continue.

Half the population becomes zombie and that corpse is celebrating a satanic mass...

to the Lord of the Flies, who then becomes undead and kills the human race.

Do you understand? - What did you get for this?

A 7. - Oh yes. Good.

Didn't it scare you? - What do you think? Of course.

Speaking of viruses, don't you have chills or a fever? Nothing?

Good. Then I didn't light you.

But you don't have the flu, you're just sad.

Didn't see the thermometer? Or read?

Yes, but I've seen your eyes too.

Go for a walk, you. 'I have seen your eyes'...

It ended well, right?

Come now. Those 18 months under house arrest are over in no time.

Your lawyer was well on his way, wasn't he?

Is it kinda doable with that thing?

When you take a shower, you have to cover it. Soon they will see you.

Give this to that traitor.

What is that money for? - That's for that top attorney.

I don't want a dime from Rocco. - Stop that.

By which? - Talk to him.

It didn't turn out like you think. - How?

They set him up. - Do you believe that? Furio, right.

Do you believe it too? I got caught because that traitor ratted me out.

He is and will remain a police officer. Do you get it now?

Fuck you, I want to go to bed.

Are you coming?

Day.

Do me a favor and don't come back.

Hello, about time. I hadn't heard anything for so long.

You see it wrong, it is not like that. - How so? I've been trying for days.

Nobody answers. But how is it going? - We visited him.

He was placed under house arrest for 18 months. That lawyer was good.

How is he doing? - What do you think? He is furious.

Not because of those 18 months, but because his revenge has been taken from him.

It was not me. Doesn't he understand that? - He doesn't want to hear that.

But he gave me a check. He doesn't want your money for that lawyer.

"I don't want that traitor's money"? - Something like that, yes.

You can set that check on fire. - Already done.

Thanks, Furio. Greetings to Brizio. - Day.

How is he doing?

We do not agree with this. We're talking about Rocco.

He is our brother. - As if I don't know.

Do you see that? 37.3.

Hence, everything hurts. - Rocco.

37.3 is not a fever. You men are always...

What do you mean, "you men"? Which men? Where are they then?

I mean all men are the same when they have something.

A little raise and you make all your will.

Get up.

What do you mean, get up? It is eleven o'clock.

I stay down, it is snowing.

Listen, Mari...

You probably remember this. If I was like this...

What did I take besides fever reducers?

What did you take then? No propolis, and no vitamins.

But if I remember correctly..

Then took you...

I wonder who has an interest in it...

to take out a lonely old priest...

Who had cut himself off from the world.

I do not know. What are you thinking of?

I can't think of anything. I've been on it all night.

Nothing to do about it. We are in the dark.

But you have to see this.

This is the outline of a painting that has been removed.

Do you think that poor bastard had anything valuable in that old dump?

He would probably sell a painting like that to buy food.

Besides, he had no children to leave it to.

That's true. But watch this now, this must be more interesting.

What do you think of this? - I don't get it.

Me neither.

But looks like... Do you know what you're going to do?

Talking to you. - Yes. But you also go to the desk...

and you look for an art connoisseur for me.

Well, say. A blowfly.

What is this good for? - Research.

Can I agree? - Do you know how expensive this is?

I do not get it. Can you follow people with that UFO?

Exactly, from above. And take photos and videos.

And you can repair the roof or the TV antenna with it. So convenient.

This is also useful when you are in a traffic jam.

Then you send him ahead to see what the cause is.

Yes, that would be useful.

What is this? Are you taking a break or something?

No, the new police drone. - Where's Schiavone?

At home, with a fever. - Cops, come on. I have news.

Working. - Yes Boss.

Come on.

What are you doing? How long have you been there?

A while.

Get rid of those feet.

Your phone just rang. I checked what number it was.

It said "Whip 1". Who is that? - None of your business.

Mr. Costa.

I've been looking for you for a long time.

Pieron has brought me copies of wonderful photos.

What about that dead man in Ollomont? - There is not much to tell.

You do send people there. Is it murder or not?

That's one of the hypotheses we're investigating.

From home? - Yes. You better thank me.

Other people would call in sick, but I work from home.

Can I ask you something? - Certainly.

In one of the photos of that priest that Pieron gave you.

He is holding a painting together with another clergyman.

Do you know who that is? - No, I don't know.

Call me when you do. And hurry up, don't delay.

What a bother. Do you get it now? It's a whiner.

That is why he is Nagging Stocking 1. Do you understand?

What a weather.

It's snowing a lot, isn't it?

Yes.

I hate snow. - 0 yes?

That means the ski season is starting, and I hate skiing.

Can you ski? Since when? - As a child I was good at it.

But I broke one knee and twisted the other and then it was over.

How awful for you. - I did not mind.

My mother does, she values ​​it very much.

I sometimes go up to Pila in the afternoons to please her.

I know that. But sometimes you gotta have the guts to say no, you know?

That you don't feel like doing anything, especially to people you love.

Do you understand? You have to have the guts to say no when you don't feel like it.

Can you say this to my mother too?

No.

Look. - Thank you.

I found him. Agenore Cocci, professor of art history.

He's kind of an institution here in Aosta.

At least he'll know more about it than we do, right?

But there is something I don't understand. This murder is too complicated...

for a painting in a ruin with a front door without a lock. What do you think?

With a door like that, anyone could have sneaked in if he wasn't there...

to steal that painting unnoticed. - Exactly. We agree on that.

And then poison him with smoke seems like an exaggeration.

Nevertheless. That woman who found the body...

Does she recognize the clergyman from the photo?

No, but that was an old photo.

He's probably already dead. So that's not a witness.

I get it. Can you figure it out?

What is wrong with you? You look so pale. - I don't get much sleep.

Did you put honey in it? - Good for you.

I dispelled the fever once with chili peppers.

It stung terribly, but it did help.

That was a tip from Caterina.

Why are you looking so glum? We gotta talk about it someday, right?

About Caterina? Why? She hurt both of us.

And she doesn't care about anyone. She is only concerned with herself.

But you don't have to be so bitter about it.

Do you miss her?

No.

And you?

No.

Is Scipioni back from his leave yet? - Yes.

Visit that professor together to learn more about that painting.

FOR ROCCO

I certainly know that work. It was found in a desecrated church.

That Brocherel had found it. A priest, I thought.

I've done research and it turned out to be valuable.

Francesco Albani, do you know them? - No, I've never had the pleasure.

Logical, he died in 1660. He was known for his mythological work.

What do you think that painting was worth? - At least 150,000 euros.

Could Brocherel have sold it, do you think?

Listen, I have no idea. Why are you asking me all those questions?

Sorry, we can't say anything about that.

Thank you.

And sorry for breaking in like that. - You're welcome. Bye.

Look over there.

And now? - Back to the back.

Where is he going so soon after our visit? Drive fast.

He does take a strange route.

Where is he going?

What now? - Rocco?

The professor drives through the mountains. - So what?

When he saw that painting, he was shocked. According to him it is worth 150,000 euros.

I get it. Don't lose sight of him and keep me posted.

Good.

Damn.

Sorry, honey. - Doesn't matter, it was...

What is this? Must be because of the fever.

Stay low.

Come with me. - Wait, one more.

Come on.

This is gross.

Excuse me. - Now sit down.

Do you have the number? - Yes.

Do you never read your mail? - What are you interfering with?

Which number, the top one? - Yes, this.

Listen, would you take Lupa out for a minute? Good?

The money is on the kitchen table.

Come back soon, I have more research for you.

Are you coming, Lupa?

Hey? - Is this the parish of San Genesio?

Yes, who am I speaking to? - Commissioner Schiavone, Aosta.

Who is in charge of you? - Our Lord Jesus Christ.

We agree on that.

But who is the pastor? - Father Domenico.

Can I have him for a second? - Of course.

Father, it is for you. The police.

Thank you, Massimo.

Yes? - With Commissioner Schiavone.

Something terrible has happened in Ollomont, near Aosta.

Yes I know that. - Unfortunately...

for a priest, or ex-priest from your parish San Genesio.

Do you know Donato Brocherel? - Father Donato? I know them.

I have to tell you he was found dead...

under suspicious circumstances. - Poor Donato.

God apparently wanted it that way. - So you knew him?

He was an excellent pastor, full of charity and compassion.

He even started a circle to help the poor. What a saint.

Do you know why he took off his robes?

Many years ago, Father Donato...

latae sententiae excommunicated.

Can you refresh my memory? It has all subsided a bit.

The Church can excommunicate someone for various reasons.

Desecration of the host, help with abortion...

Did Father Donato do that? - No. He broke the confessional.

Do you know what was the reason?

Father Domenico? Have you understood the question?

Hell yes. I do not know anymore.

It was in '99 I think, but I don't know the details.

Well, that's it for the time being. Thank you and see you soon.

There is a woman looking for the chief. - He's still sick.

Too bad for him.

Day. Agent Scipioni, can I help you? - Sandra Buccellato, journalist.

I'm looking for Rocco Schiavone. - There isn't one. Can I help you?

No, you are a cop. I want the Commissioner.

Just tell him I want to talk to him. Bye.

Who's that bitch? - A journalist.

And Costa's ex. Rocco hates her.

Is she Costa's ex?

I certainly know them. She harassed me for months after Adele's murder.

I know her. What does she want? - Talk to you, she says.

She wants to talk to me.

Sandra Buccellato.

And further? - We have an idea about the murder.

Tell. - The motif was the painting.

Yes, we have more proof. - What then?

After our conversation, that professor immediately drove to Maddalena Trochein.

They immediately got into an argument. The professor made her steal that painting...

and she accidentally killed him.

She went in when he was gone, he came back and it went wrong.

So you think he was out in his pajamas?

Bring Maddalena Trochein. - To the station?

Not to the station, over here.

What a sloth.

Me, to the station?

Everything hurts.

See? 36.3.

Goodbye, Mrs. Trochein. - Hey.

You must come. - Me? Where to?

Commissioner Schiavone wants to see you. - About what?

About the death of Donato Brocherel. - I have nothing to do with it.

Then you also have nothing to fear. - Okay, I'll get my coat.

I'm looking for Commissioner Schiavone. It's very urgent.

He is not here. Can I help you? - No, this is very important.

Good morning. - Good morning.

What is it? - I have to give Schiavone something.

I'll give it to him. - No. Can you tell me where he is?

He's not coming today. - Please tell me where he is.

I don't see anything strange.

When you found Donato's body...

was the painting still there at the time? - Painting?

You know that very well. You went to bring food to the priest twice a week.

How could you not have seen it?

Who is that? Antonio, can you take a look? Thanks.

Donato had promised me that painting. I could have it after his death, he said.

I'm sorry, he insisted on speaking to you.

Hey. - Nice to meet you, Isacco Trochein.

Ovibus moschatus, an arctic mammal named musk ox.

Known for its thick coat and more closely related to goats than to cows.

Say it. - Excuse me, I have to give you something.

I don't want to have it at home anymore.

After Cocci's appraisal, the nightmare started.

Professor Cocci? - He wanted to help me sell it.

For a small percentage. - That wretch wasn't dead yet...

or she came home with that damned thing.

Donato was already dead anyway, so I took it right away.

Someone could have stolen it while it was mine.

Didn't he know how much it was worth? - No, I never told you that.

You never said that?

Why should we believe this woman's story? What is that?

Donato wrote down what he wanted. This slip of paper can keep us out of jail.

Just put it down.

Italo, can you have a handwriting analysis done?

If it turns out you lied, I have to arrest you...

for murder and theft with forcible entry. - Sir...

I swear we're not lying. - Well...

Take that painting to the desk.

And include the statements of these people. Bye.

The letter.

Gloves, put on gloves.

Are you listening to me?

An injection.

Don't move or I'll hurt you.

And finished. Well done. See?

You were afraid of nothing.

And this...

Alcoholic, right?

Hey? There we have the sick one. How's the fever?

I'm recording it now. Is there any news? - I look at Brochel inside and out.

And?

Great, this.

And, Albe? - Wait a second.

There was a high concentration in the blood.

Sleeping aid. - Who is there?

I found that too, at the bottom of a glass.

I already hear it, there are the conspiracies and the secret service.

I'll talk to you.

Hello, Alberto. Thank you and sorry.

I told you to be quiet. But you and Fumagalli love each other.

Yes, to death. You have a nice house.

Are the windows and doors darkened? - Well, no.

Are you crazy? Anyone can spy on you here. Nevertheless...

I'm working on something that takes a lot of time,

but hopefully it will yield results.

What then? - The snow.

On the night of the murder, the snow covered all the tracks.

But it was freezing the afternoon before. So under the new, fresh snow...

Are footprints in the old, frozen snow.

Good. - Are you listening? Or don't you get it?

Could be, but one thing I do understand: The motif originated a long time ago.

This is not about the present. That should be our point of view.

Do you want coffee? - Gladly.

He stands there. - Don't bother.

'Do not bother'? I'm not well. - He is ill.

Pour me some too, maybe...

With a sip in it? - What kind of sip?

Well, put some sambuca in it.

That woman must be happy with that painting. 150,000 euros, unbelievable.

But 150 is nice.

Thousand.

Yes? - Italo, is Antonio sitting next to you?

Yes, I'll put you on the speaker. - Okay.

Antonio, would you like to go to the editorial office of the Eco di Ostia?

You should check all articles from '98 and '99 that are about Oyace.

What kind of articles? - Crime.

See if it says anything about Brocherel. And strange articles that you notice.

Italo, are you going to his house? - To do something?

Check for papers or notes.

Everything about Brocherel's past. - Good.

What am I gonna do, boss? You..

Boss?

Got it, D'Intino?

The boss has left. - Yes, dropped out.

Shall we call back? - Hands off.

Just crack.

SUSPECTED ROBBERY OYACE ARRESTED

KILLED AND THROWN INTO MORE

COUPLE FACED DEATH IN THE HOME

Antò, is there any news?

I found some interesting articles from '98.

I'm going to move on to '99 now. - Beautiful.

Will you drop by when you're done? - Still a fever?

A little though.

Good day. - Day.

Why do you call? That boy is sleeping. - How can I know?

And? - Do you smoke? Then things get better.

It doesn't even burn. Hurry up. I looked through the papers.

I have read the letters, although they are more thoughts on paper.

He was tormented, and he even wrote in Latin.

That too.

I'm going. It's freezing cold and it starts to snow. Okay?

Thanks.

John 1:8.

If we say we have no sin...

so we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us.

Letter to James 4:17:

Who then knows how to do good and does not do it, it is sin.

But what's the good?

Is silence the right thing? Or ensure that evil is not punished?

But John also says that sin is a transgression of the law.

And I broke that law with good intentions.

I've been striving for the right thing.

And sinned.

Ecclesiastes 7:20:

There is not a righteous man on earth who does good and does not sin.

Is it so bad, my Lord, that You no longer embrace me?

There is no one in this world...

who believes and does good, but never sins.

What do you have? A sudden crisis of faith?

You never believed.

I know that.

But here it is: If you believe and do good...

you sin too.

I don't believe, so I'm always wrong.

Well, you know all about that.

I am one big mistake.

Take that priest now.

He demolished himself, he had a hard time.

He was always thinking about bad, bad things.

He never thought about his good deeds, only the bad ones.

He reminds me of someone.

Somewhere in your life you end up at a crossroads.

Then you have to make choices. There are right and wrong choices.

There is something worse.

What then? - That you never make such choices.

Better guess wrong than stand still.

Because standing still, my love, is not life.

You've been busy all night for four leaves?

I only found this one. We are not here in Rome.

Not much happens in Oyace. - Well, it's a village.

A girl's death turned out to be murder.

And an elderly couple died when a burglary got out of hand.

I saw that. - Do you have any news?

No, otherwise I would have said it.

What am I saying to Costa? - That we're on the right track.

Which track? - I do not know. Just think of something.

Eat them, then they are finished. - Is that allowed?

Go ahead, I already saw you looking at it. - These are good.

Certainly tasty. - Thanks.

What now?

D'Intino, what are you doing?

I just wanted to see if you were already awake.

Are you spying on me? - Who knows, semper fidelis...

No, this is just the technique.

I have a bell, you son. Just ring the bell.

Yes, but then you would have woken up while you were asleep.

Then I knock. "Who's there?", and all that. With the drone I can see that you are spry.

Should I throw him out of the sky? Go away you.

Hello, Rocco. - Ma'am, you look bright again.

Just like a foal.

Come back, fly. Where are you going? Not so hard.

Hello, Michela. - Is the fever gone?

Were you on your way to me? - No, I ran errands.

But while I'm here...

There was an imprint in the ice under the powder snow.

Right foot, size 45, rubber sole. Damaged and worn right.

That person was walking around the house on the night of the murder.

Can't you just give us a call? Now the whole town knows.

Who wanted to know this...

already know. - Yeah, but now everyone else knows too.

I know. Day. - Day.

Watch that bastard run.

It can burst.

The bodies of the Rovati couple were found at seven o'clock this morning.

Investigation points to a robbery.

Two suspects have been arrested for the Rovati home burglary.

A gruesome find in the Seppiè house...

Where the body of eight-year-old Chiara was found.

Everything indicates that this happened when she was left alone for a few minutes.

A tragic accident, in which the girl hit her head and died.

At least, that's the story of her father Bernardo Seppiè.

I was not at home, I was at work.

Did you leave your daughter at home alone?

It was an emergency, an important appointment.

You could have taken her with you, couldn't you?

My wife was due home half an hour later.

Chiara had stayed home alone before.

There are two things that bothers me.

The first is that the tempered glass table.

Wasn't broken when your daughter hit it with her head.

The second is that there were no traces of glass in the wounds on her body.

The next morning, the police led by Emanuele Cirinnà...

Bernardo Seppiè arrested on suspicion of murder.

He appears to have hit the child in anger, after which she hit her head.

And passed away.

So it was staged? - Exactly. The father did have an alibi...

But there were no signs of forcible entry. And a tip came in.

Do you remember from whom? - Anonymous of course.

That person blamed Bernardo and punched his alibi.

The secretary was his mistress, so she lied to him.

Thank you, you helped me a lot. - But why do you want to know all this?

There may be some connection here. - In the Valley?

I must confess that I miss that region.

Yes, I understand that well.

Well, good luck. - Yes thank you.

May I know what you're looking for... - No.

So Bernardo Seppiè served fifteen years.

He received a five-year deduction for good behavior.

He served them in Viterbo.

He was released November 30. Why do you want to know this?

I will tell you that shortly. Thanks anyway.

Listen, I know you're at home on a business because of illness.

Yes, but the fever is falling, it is much better.

I'll be back on my feet in a minute.

What a pity.

You look like a telephone exchange. - Better smoke and don't bother me.

Look.

Hey? - Father Domenico? With Schiavone.

Hello, what can I do for you?

I just want to know if Bernardo Seppiè was a member of your parish.

Yes, Bernardo came to church here. Why do you ask that?

You know why I ask that, Father.

And if you said it to me before...

That would have saved me sleepless nights and work.

I understand confession, secrets and sin.

But I asked for your help and you didn't give it to me.

That couldn't be.

Mr. Schiavone, Bernardo is still under my parish.

And he often confesses.

Thank you. - Goodbye to you too.

Call Scipioni and Casella, find the address of Seppiè..

And wait at the desk. - Good.

Explain, I don't get it.

We need to check his phone.

To see if he was in Ollomont around the murder.

Where does he live? - Still in the old house.

Via Monte Bianco. - In a hamlet near Oyace.

And Schiavone is sure it is him?

Mr. Baldi. - Why is Seppiè the culprit?

Revenge. It was Donato...

then Father Donato, who reported Bernardo for the murder of his daughter.

The perpetrator confessed to him, he broke the confessional secret...

And was removed from office.

That could never have been easy for that priest.

No, he couldn't pretend he didn't know. I understand that.

So the killer was jailed for 15 years,

and when he was released, was he out for revenge?

Just think how much hatred he was able to build up over the years.

He went there to catch up, like old friends.

He was his parishioner, they knew each other.

I think he took that wine.

Or do you see that poor priest buying a bottle of Sassicaia?

No, I don't think so.

And a sleeping aid was found in one of the glasses.

He drugged it and then tucked it in fine.

Then he plugged the chimney and heated the stove.

Then he waited. He didn't think Donato would wake up.

But Donato was disoriented and fell to the ground, dead.

Gambino found footprints in the frozen size 45 snow...

with rubber soles and a worn right side.

With that phone we are done.

Okay. Then we're going to prepare for the arrest.

Do you know how fine this fever was? - How so?

This was the most comfortable level 10 fucking shit of my life.

Gentlemen, have a nice day. - You too.

Hey.

Goodbye, Ettore. Just have a coffee.

Seppiè, open up. Law enforcement.

Please go inside. Seppiè.

Just go.

Thanks.

What now? - Seppiè is not at home.

According to the neighbor, he just left. Thank you, Antò.

Who is there?

Massimo?

Is it you?

Agata.

Father Domenico.

I don't want to disturb you. The door was open. Tell me.

I wanted to remind you of my brother's memorial mass.

Of course, did you think I didn't know?

I think it's important. No flowers. - You said that. Don't worry.

Thanks and have a nice day. - Good day.

Domenico.

Bernardo.

What are you doing? You scare me. - Walk.

I'm listening. Have you nothing to confess? - What are you doing?

You're just like him, you don't deserve your robe.

How do you feel for God? How do you feel?

You are a servant of God, not of the people. From God.

You don't deserve to live.

You're the evil one, just like that other person.

Bernardo, please.

I didn't say anything, I didn't betray you.

I have not violated the confessional secret.

Father Donato made mistakes, but so did you, doing what you did.

May God forgive you. - Are you back there, Bernardo?

Who are you? - Someone to account for.

No, I am not God. I am Commissioner Schiavone.

And before you have to give an account to God, it's my turn.

Put your gun away. - You can't hurt me.

Give me that gun. - Quiet?

I confessed everything to Father Donato. I have repented.

Yes, I killed my daughter. But God had forgiven me, and that counts.

But that traitor has told the police everything.

I had fifteen years to think. Day in day out.

I wanted to remove it, it was not worth life.

He had betrayed God and whoever does that does not deserve to live.

I do not know. But I do know a lot about divine justice.

Just give me that gun. - I am a soldier of Christ.

Your justice leaves me cold. You must fear mine.

It's over, Bernardo. It is over.

Stay still, Seppiè.

Put your hands up, gun away.

Just go.

Okay, stay calm. Come with me.

So you are better. Are you coming to the press conference?

I'm still very dizzy, it's not quite over yet.

It was a horrible virus, sir.

You managed that Brocherel case well from home. My compliments.

Thanks. - What shall I say to the press?

His phone signal was picked up from Valpelline on the night of the murder.

And that we have even more positive results.

Do you really not feel like it?

Two.

A.

Starting bid?

20.

I increase that to 50.

50.

80.

I am gone.

You probably only had a couple.

Then you got three of a kind and now you increase my bet.

I increase to 160.

I pass.

320.

I'm going with 320 and increasing with..

800.

Can I write a check? - I do.

How much was it? - 800.

We do it like this:

Your 800...

I increase by 500.

Show me.

Carré. From aces.

Straight flush.

Sorry.

Do you know the odds of a straight flush and square in one hand?

Do you know that?

0.00015 percent.

Goddamnit.

Dear Rocco, you might tear this letter up before you even finish it.

I've often thought about what happened to us, believe me.

I am responsible, but not guilty.

I often wanted to say it, but I was afraid to tell you the truth.

The better I got to know you, the harder it was to do my duty.

Because it was my duty.

I got too close to you, that was stupid. But I couldn't do otherwise.

You know those moths that fly into the lamp? That's how I burned myself.

I lied to you, but I was honest about one thing:

I was genuinely in love with you.

I hope one day I can talk to you again, look you in the eye...

And you can tell I love you. With all my heart, Caterina.