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[footsteps approaching]

[crickets chirping]

[man laughing in the distance]

[laughing continues]

[man 1] What are you doing
alone at night, huh? [chuckling]

-[man 2] Come on, leave her alone.
-[men laughing]

-[man 2] Come on.
-[man laughs]

[sighs]

[gasps]

[sighs] I'm sorry. It's you.
You made me jump. [chuckles]

[gasps]

[sinister music playing]

[muffled groan]

[sinister music continues]

[theme music playing]

THE LAW ACCORDING TO LIDIA POËT

[mutters] Another girl stabbed...

Sir, another girl has been stabbed.
That's the third.

Show me that.

[distant clatter]

[Lidia] Oh! Oh, calm down.

[Cesare] You got it?

[Lidia groans]

[Lidia puffing]

-[Jacopo] Hey.
-Oh.

-May I know exactly what you're doing?
-I'm making breakfast for everyone.

How come Aunty's still here?

We talked all through the night,
and, uh, she agrees with me.

Good.

So, you're going to marry the gardener.

I'm in love with Paolo.
The problem is Mum.

Can we change the subject?

Cesare told me
about this bookseller called Nitti.

Why are we interested in him?

[sighs] I want to know
why my brother died.

And if she can lend a hand.

This Nitti, before opening the bookshop,

was Juvara's secretary
at the Bank of Turin.

Mm. So, Attila met him
for his investigation, probably.

I'll ask him tonight.
I'm going to meet with him.

-[knocking on door]
-[Jacopo clears throat]

Can I come too?

I'd like to go alone.

So, dear niece, you were telling me
about this agreement. Yes?

Would you be able to give me an overview?

The good news is that
Marianna is deeply in love with Paolo.

She is not going
to break up the engagement.

-In fact, she can't wait to get married.
-Mm. And the bad news?

-No bad, why?
-If someone says, "the good news"...

[Lidia] No, it's just
that there's better news.

She'll come to the lunch you organised
for the Marchisio dukes,

and she won't say a word
that might cause embarrassment.

She's promised.

-Naturally.
-That would be her style.

I knew she'd understand.
I only wanted to protect her.

-Thank you.
-Welcome.

You've been a great help.
Now, if you want to let her in.

Uh, who?

[whimsical music playing]

-She's not here, then?
-No. That would be the bad news.

I told you there was one.

If I may say so, Enrico,
what you and Teresa did was...

-I didn't do anything!
-Of course. I'm the abomination, aren't I?

-No, my love, your intentions were good...
-He always says that.

Have you finished?

Only what you and Teresa did,
it was disrespectful.

And it will be a miracle
if you manage to get even close

to retaining the trust of Marianna.

The fact you expected her to come proves
you still have no idea what you did.

Marianna needs time, you know.

And maybe even an apology.

So five days...

but you stay with her.

Um... But, no. Why should I go there?

[Teresa] A decent girl cannot
be left alone in a house full of men.

But, with her aunt,
it would be acceptable.

Frankly, I'd prefer that Lidia
did not frequent that house.

Lidia is a grown woman.
She has no reputation to defend.

-Thank you.
-No. Thank you, Lidia.

Not to mention that the city is brimming
with criminals killing women.

It's reassuring to know
you'll be with her.

And I'm sure Jacopo will understand. Mm?

-All right.
-[Teresa] Hmm.

-Do as Teresa asks.
-Can I refuse that?

[both] No.

-As for Jacopo, on the other hand, we are...
-I know, I know. No contact.

May I know if you've decided
to accept the candidature for the Chamber?

One thing at a time, Lidia.

Now, let's focus
on bringing Marianna home,

then we can think about it.

[boy] Piedmont Gazette! Special edition!

Brutal murder in Turin.

[pensive music playing]

[Fourneau] Miss Poët.

If you're not too busy,
may I talk to you for a minute?

-Of course.
-Please forget my invitation to dinner.

-That was foolishness.
-Oh... not too unforgivable.

I'd very much like to ask you
about an old client of yours,

Azzurra Mondello,

who was investigated regarding
the murder of Achille Castelnuovo.

Of course. Yes.

Has she been arrested again?

No. Unfortunately,
it's more serious than that.

There's been two other murders like this.

Same weapon.

Same wound in the abdomen.

Do you think they were killed
by the same person?

I don't know.

All I know is that these women
have nothing in common.

They didn't know each other,
they're all different ages,

different physical features.

But the murder weapon is the same.

Either the same, or very similar.

Miss, as you must have realised,

I greatly admired
the way you solved your last case.

-Thank you.
-I have a well-founded hope

that you will be able
to once more see a connection,

which unfortunately escapes me.

Might you be asking me
to cooperate with the prosecutor?

[Fourneau] It would be
an informal collaboration

-and for a limited time.
-Mm.

-Wait until my brother hears.
-No, please.

Please keep this strictly confidential.

I could never involve him officially.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Lidia exhales]

Do you recall Verzeni?

He killed 11 women.
Of course, I remember.

When I was at university,

Professor Lombroso devoted
several lectures to that case.

Maybe he can help us understand
the mind of a man who kills repeatedly.

[man] Professor Lombroso
wishes to thank you

for your contribution to our study
of the brain structure in women.

When you hear your number being called,
you can come in.

No. The lady is with me, Dr Carena.
We have an appointment with the professor.

Oh, please excuse me, Mr Prosecutor.

-I'm mortified.
-No. Don't be.

Actually, if we have time,
you can take my measurements also.

Oh. We would be honoured, yes.

If you would, please, follow me.

[Lombroso] I hope you've changed your mind
about me, Miss Poët.

I've never expressed
a negative opinion about you.

On the contrary, your treatise
on delinquent men is a work of genius.

However, I think you are
far too open-minded

to believe in such a strictly
deterministic relationship between

certain physical parameters
and criminality.

I see you haven't lost your habit
of expressing your opinions

without mincing your words.

What can I help you with today?

Ah, you've probably heard
about the three brutal murders

that took place in the past days.

Well, we have reason to think
that the murderer is the same man.

As in the Verzeni case?

Exactly. And it was Miss Poët
who pointed out this similarity.

We would like to understand what criterion
Verzeni used to choose his victims,

if there was one.

Yes. The victims had certain
physical characteristics in common.

Red hair, freckles,

just like his mother who, it seems,
had abused him from an early age.

Our victims, however, display...
no obvious similarities.

Then I would have to say
that Miss Poët was hasty

in suggesting there were similarities
between the two cases.

Well, after all,
impulsiveness typifies the weaker sex.

It's well-known.

And in this case,
Miss Poët is no exception.

Mm.

-[chatter in the street]
-[tense music playing]

NITTI'S BOOKSHOP

[bell dings]

[music ends]

[man] One moment.

I'm looking for the proprietor. Mr Nitti.

[man] You'll have to come back
another day. The boss isn't here.

[suspenseful music playing]

-[papers rustling]
-[drawer opening and closing]

-What are you doing?
-Who gave you permission to come in?

No. I have an appointment with the owner,
and you seem to be robbing him.

Mr Nitti has disappeared,
owing me a month's salary.

You know what that's like.

He disappeared? Without a word?

Nothing. Not even a note.

[drawer opening]

[objects clattering]

And... forgive me.

If... If you can stand up for a second.

That's kind of you.

Have you ever seen this man?

His name's Attila Brusaferro.

I think so, yes.

Recently, he came in as we were closing.
I'd never seen him before.

But I could tell Mr Nitti
was expecting him.

He sent me to the back room.

But, was he buying something?
Or did they, perhaps, talk?

He had a big pile of bills in a bag.
And... And then he left with two books.

-What books?
-I'm not sure.

They were old though.

Good man. You can carry on stealing.

-Not stealing.
-Yeah.

[tense music playing]

Mr Juvara.

They didn't take it well, huh?

We are not playing games.
We cannot afford mistakes, you know.

Nitti scarpered like a thief
and there's no trace of the documents.

Yes, but those two continue to search.

[tense music continues]

Should I kill them?

[music intensifies]

[Juvara] Not yet.

Continue your search
and keep an eye on them.

[music ends]

Well, our father was a collector.

Attila never had enough money
for these things.

I don't think he was interested
in old books.

Then what? Why did he buy them?

[Jacopo] Please, Cesare,
activate your brain, come on.

Nitti was the secretary of Juvara
at the Bank of Turin.

Attila gives him a lot of money

in exchange for the books
he wasn't interested in.

You don't...

No. [inhales]

Please tell me,
my dear niece has the answer.

Maybe Nitti gave him the old books,
but inside he put something else.

Documents Attila
was willing to pay a lot for,

which were supposed to remain secret.

[Jacopo] Good.

If one day you're looking for a job,
know that Uncle Jacopo...

[knocking on door]

And why would you be here?

[Lidia] How did it go with Nitti?

He fled from Turin, but I'll find him.

Yeah. But you, what are you here for?

-[Lidia] Teresa has...
-Don't tell me she sent you to sleep here.

If you have a tent,
I'm happy to sleep in the garden.

-I don't want to disturb you.
-You don't disturb me.

Don't flatter yourself. Come.

-Ah, Enrico.
-Shut your mouth.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[Cesare snoring]

[soft music playing]

[horse snorts]

[man breathing deeply]

[metal clinking]

[dramatic sting]

[suspenseful music playing]

[Lidia exhales]

[distant bang]

[music intensifies]

[distant thud]

-[music stops abruptly]
-[Lidia gasps]

[Lidia sighs]

Jacopo.

Sorry, I heard a noise. I got scared.

Those books from Attila
don't help you sleep?

No, no. The culprit is Cesare.
He snores like a locomotive.

It's strange, huh?

Us two, here together again.

-We were meant to avoid each other.
-[Jacopo] Lidia.

-Months have passed.
-No, of course.

And anyway, you might be seeing someone.

-And do you want to know if I'm seeing...
-No.

Only if you want to talk about it. Don't...

No, let's just say I've...
decided to concentrate on my work.

Hm?

[inhales deeply]

-You?
-No. Of course not.

[clears throat]
Recently though I've had a strange...

sense that someone is following me.

I understand.
It's about the recent murders.

Knowing there's a man
on the loose out there...

So, you... You think it could be
the same man following me?

Why are you so interested?

[pensive music playing]

Prosecutor Fourneau...

-Mm-hmm?
-He...

asked me to cooperate
in the investigation,

in a completely informal way.

Informal, yes.

Yes.

I don't know, I just don't seem
to be making any progress at all.

So, if you happen to have any information,

hypotheses, anything you have at all.

Well...

[exhales]

-Lidia, it's only hearsay.
-Mm-hmm.

-Nothing that can be published.
-Mm.

Also, because they concern
a person who ought,

under normal circumstances,
to be above suspicion.

[Lidia] Apparently, when taking confession

he asks different things
than other priests.

Questions that I don't want to repeat,
so as not to sound vulgar.

[Fourneau] Do you think
this friend of yours is... reliable?

[Lidia] I really don't know.
He told me what he had been told.

But we know
that the other two victims lived nearby.

It's likely
that they also came here for mass.

But I can't question a priest
purely based on gossip.

[door slams shut]

You know that my family is Waldensian?

And I've always wondered
how a confession works.

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

How long has it been
since your last confession?

[Lidia] A few years.

Actually, I'm not very observant.

My husband died and I cannot find peace.

What's your name?

Anna.

You see, Anna...

Only faith can give meaning to pain
and, therefore, to death.

Yes, but I have broken the...

sixth commandment.

[tense music playing]

Were you unfaithful to your husband
while he was alive?

No. Only in my...

Only in my thoughts, I swear.

But I find myself wracked with guilt.

Could you tell me what kind of thoughts?

You are very kind, Father.

I'm sorry
if I have made you uncomfortable.

I'm really ashamed.

-I had better go now.
-Wait. We haven't finished.

If you prefer, we can...
We can talk somewhere else.

Confessing here is only a convention.

You don't have to
if you don't feel like it.

We can talk outside.

I could accompany you home.

My brother is waiting for me outside.

But I could come back here later,
in the evening.

I don't want to disturb you.

I have found difficulty
in falling asleep lately.

Me, too.

I struggle to fall asleep, Anna.

It's not a problem. It's perfect.

Thank you, Father.

My beloved darling,
could you come here for a moment, please?

Enrico, is it all good?

Yes, uh, darling.
Clearly, it's not a question of money,

but was it really necessary
to hire Chef Philippe, huh?

He had the... the oysters
delivered from the Bay of Cancale.

-Which is how it should be.
-[bell ringing]

I don't know how the day could get worse.

Oh, there, now I know. How lovely.

-Jacopo is here, too.
-Yes. I wanted him to meet Paolo.

A magnificent idea. Thank you, Marianna.
Thank you very much.

[lively music playing]

Should you want to challenge each other
to a duel, this is the moment.

Ah, I forgot to bring my foil.

[Enrico] First the house,
now you want to take my daughter?

Enrico, stop it.

Darling.

We have missed you so very much.

And we hired the wonderful Chef Philippe.

Ah, you really wanted things to be grand.

-Yes, we spared no expense.
-No.

Ah. If you'd like,
I can contribute something...

-You've contributed enough.
-Ah, boys.

[bell ringing]

[Teresa nervously] They've arrived.
They've arrived. They... They've arrived.

[Teresa grunts]

Albertina?

Smiles everyone.

[duke] To the happy couple.

[all] To the happy couple.

What a nice surprise.
I love Chef Philippe's dishes.

I take it
that you don't have a full-time cook.

Only "Albertine."

Who knows very little
about Italian cuisine,

but otherwise is fantastique.

-Well.
-That's fantastic!

We are very happy
to meet you as well, Mr Barberis.

Founding a newspaper must be
an experience most exciting.

Very much so. Yeah.

-Are you dealing with the recent murders?
-[Jacopo] Yes.

The thing is, women shouldn't
be going out on their own.

Mm. Or maybe men
shouldn't go around murdering them.

Exactly.

We deluded ourselves that with progress
crime would vanish, but...

Unfortunately, we live in a society
that is much too lenient.

And you lawyers cling to any technicality
in order to get your clients acquitted.

No, no, you can't imagine...

how many innocent people
are arrested on the basis of prejudice.

Yes. Unfortunately.

We only tend to notice poverty
when blood begins to flow.

And then
we demand the military immediately.

The cause of criminality
are of a social nature, Duke,

and politicians should have
more foresight, if you were to ask me.

-[duke] Yes, I agree.
-Yes. Great.

Unfortunately, the king has been
distracted by the beauty of Rome.

[laughs]

You laugh, Mr Barberis?

-Papa, please don't. Don't start...
-Paolo, don't interrupt.

[duke] If Mr Barberis
is opposed to the monarchy,

he should be able to say so openly.

[clears throat] No. Mm...

Uh, I, actually...

I'm a socialist.

-How are the prawns? Are they good?
-[all] Excellent. Good.

-[duke] Excuse me.
-Exquisite, darling.

I'm sorry,
but I don't want to let that go.

Because if our families
are destined to be united,

then a convergence of views
will be indispensable.

[awkward silence]

-Look, duke...
-[Lidia] We're sorry.

If you have formed
the wrong idea of our family.

Yes.

Our absolute loyalty
to King Umberto is unquestionable.

As it happens,
President Depretis and Senator Cravero...

-[stomp]
-Ow!

President Depretis did what?

President Depretis and Senator Cravero
have proposed my brother's candidature

to the Chamber of Deputies.

[duchess] Mr Poët, you...
You are an amazing man.

Yes.

Enrico, what an accomplishment.

-I had no idea.
-[Enrico] Yes, I know.

But this lunch is for Paolo and Marianna.

I don't want to be
the centre of attention.

[laughs]

As if you weren't
already doing that enough.

-I'd say another toast is appropriate.
-[Enrico] Yes.

-Albertine, champagne flowing like rivers.
-Yep!

Bravo, Enrico.

Thank you for your service.

You were very dear in every sense.

[sighs]

[footsteps approaching]

That went well.

-No?
-[Enrico] Very well.

Our daughter hates us.

Your brother is ruining my reputation.

Lidia wants to force me
to run for Parliament.

It couldn't get any better.

If you don't want to run,
no one can force you, Enrico.

We'll tell the Marchisios
you've changed your mind.

But...

if, to you, my opinion...

still holds some importance...

it sounds like a wonderful thing to me.

[melancholy music playing]

Yes, but it's not my aspiration.

It's the aspiration of my sister.

She only wants me to enter parliament

to support that unfortunate law of hers.

I've thought about it, you know?

What's that?

Lidia's legislation.

Maybe she's right.

I was thinking of Marianna.

And her daughters, if she ever has any.

I'm not saying
they have to become medics or lawyers,

but it would be nice
if they could choose for themselves.

Whether to or not.

That would be nice.

Lidia, there's news about the bookseller.

At the station,
I found out that two days ago

a man named Umberto Nitti
bought a ticket to Lyon.

One way.

Um... All right, no,
but let's forget about Nitti

and concentrate on the books
that he sold to Attila.

All right.

[Lidia] Do you still have the keys
to the house?

Yeah, why?

Because those books
might still be there, and...

it would be better to find them
before someone else.

Sure, I have them.
I don't know if they changed the lock.

We'll find out. Perfect.

Tomorrow, at dawn,
we'll go and look for them. I must go.

-Lidia.
-Yes?

Um... Did you notice
I didn't ask you about your investigation?

Just... Well, come back alive.

[soft music playing]

Come on.
I'll be back to make you breakfast.

-Great. Yes.
-Happy?

-All right. Yes.
-Mm-hmm.

[pensive music playing]

Cesare, go to your room, go.

Go.

[door shuts]

Here I am.

-Have I kept you waiting?
-[Lidia] No, no, I just arrived.

Then, come this way.
Over here we can speak more freely.

This way?

[tense music playing]

[door closes]

Sometimes people can be cruel.

They see a man and a woman alone at night

and begin to think
that there must be evil afoot.

Well, if they thought badly of me,
they would be right, Father.

You speak of your unclean thoughts?

What is wrong with me?

Nothing.

We are all so very...

weak.

One cannot control certain thoughts.

Especially those that come at night,
in bed, when one is naked.

[Lidia] Wait. Wait.

No, don't worry.

I just want to make you feel less lonely.

You are so beautiful.

No, one moment. Get off me. Stop it.

-Get off me!
-Freeze!

[Lidia screams]

[officer] Fabrizio Dellara.
You're under arrest.

Take him to the station.
We'll question him there. Let's go.

[exhales]

[exhales]

[Fourneau] How are you? Are you all right?

[shudders]

If he killed those women,
we'll make him confess.

[birds chirping]

They have to be here somewhere.

If Carlo Pancaldi didn't take them.

[Lidia] No.
Carlo didn't know what to look for.

That's why he was caught in the act
while rummaging around.

Just like we're doing now.

[Cesare] These are all classics.
There's Lucretius, Montaigne...

A handbook on alchemy.

Sorry, I don't really understand where...
I mean, what are we looking for?

[Jacopo] Books, Cesare.
Books that contain something.

-Notes, or perhaps, documents...
-[Lidia] Shh!

[suspenseful music playing]

What is it?

What did the note say?

The one from Attila?

"You have become a great enigma".

SAINT AUGUSTINE
CONFESSIONS

It wasn't about us.

It's a quote from St. Augustine.

A message in code to tell us...
to look for these.

-So... So you think that's the book there?
-[Lidia] Yes.

This is only the first volume. It stops...

about halfway through.

[Jacopo] Ah.

And the rest?

We have to find it.

[Jacopo] So, either someone took it...

or Attila hid it.

Was there a safe in the house, Cesare?

Sorry. [breathes deeply]

[intriguing music playing]

[sniffles]

[Cesare exhales sharply]

[breathes deeply]

[Jacopo] We'll find the truth.

I promise.

We could collect information
about Nitti's friends and colleagues.

You can't disappear
into thin air in two days.

[sobs]

[exhales sharply]

We'll find him, Cesare.

[music fades]

[suspenseful music playing]

[door opens]

[music fades]

[door closes]

[sighs] Did he confess?

Only to grooming girls.

If you would permit,
I can remind him of the importance

of a full and honest confession.

Lidia, he didn't do it.

Last night while I interrogated him,
another woman was killed.

Journalists are starting to ask questions.
The story's a powder keg.

All right. Let's go to the morgue,
let's try to understand.

Lidia, it's useless. It's useless.
There's no evidence, no witnesses.

Only four girls who died for no reason.

-[ominous music playing]
-[Fourneau groans]

What's going on?

Lidia, there's a...
There's a box in the drawer, on the left.

-Lidia.
-Right.

That one. Give it to me.

[Fourneau pants]

Give it to me.

[Fourneau breathing rapidly]

[exhales]

[music becomes calmer]

[sighs]

[music fades]

Forgive me.

[Lidia] No need to apologise.

Unfortunately, I suffer from a...

rare condition.

What kind of... [clears throat]

...condition, may I ask?

The best for doing this job.

No certainty.

And a short life, probably.

And no desire to prolong it.

However,

you're not to worry.

I will not die before your eyes.

Thank you.

If there's anything else I can do for you...

-Just don't pity me.
-Mm.

And remind me of my duties.

Take that ribbon from your neck now.

Why? Don't you like it?

On the contrary.

It could make me want
to desire life again.

[Lidia exhales]

[Fourneau exhales]

[Lidia] What are these?

They were found in the pocket of the girl
who was killed last night.

[dramatic sting]

Putain.

We work with dozens of women every day.

I cannot remember them all.

So you don't keep records
of the volunteers' personal details?

No, absolutely not.

Everything is anonymous
to ensure the safety of the girls.

Sorry, what do you mean?

We collect very sensitive information,
so it should all remain confidential.

So, you're saying there's no way to know

whether or not
these girls participated in your research?

Exactly. Correct.

May I disagree with you?

No, God forbid, I understand
that you didn't collect their names,

but you certainly collected
the anthropometric data of the volunteers.

[inhales] That was the purpose
of our research.

If I recall your lectures correctly,

it is not possible for two people
to have identical measurements.

Not with such a statistically
limited sample, of course not.

Right then, so in order to understand

if these women
participated in your research,

we need to compare their measurements
with those you gathered.

I'm just asking.
Maybe I'm being too impulsive once again.

No, you're right.
I hadn't thought of that.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Lombroso] Twenty-one.

Forty-four.

SUBJECT 6/375

Thirteen.

Rita Salvemini is also on the list.

Subject 6/375.

They're all there.

[Lombroso] There is one more thing
these women have in common.

All the victims, without exception,

have cranial measurements
that denote primitivism.

So far, I have only found this trait
in 2% of cases.

Primitivism is one of the characteristics
principally found in murderers.

So, you believe
these women were delinquents?

No, that's incorrect.

They had a propensity for crime.

Could that be the reason
they were murdered?

If it's only 2%,
it can't be a coincidence.

How could it be that the killer
would have been aware of such a thing?

["Night Sun" by NAVA playing]

♪ So keep the lights on... ♪

[lieutenant] Come on.

♪ So keep the lights on
'Cause it's my night sun ♪

♪ So keep the lights on
'Cause it's my night sun ♪

♪ So keep the lights on
'Cause it's my night sun ♪

♪ So keep the lights on
'Cause it's my night sun... ♪

[officer] Try the rooms
and the bathroom.

[whispers] Putain.

♪ Can you see me overheat? ♪

♪ Heat, Tehran's dust burning my eyes
Tehran's dust ♪

♪ Heat, Tehran's dust burning my eyes
Tehran's dust ♪

♪ Heat, Tehran's dust burning my eyes
Tehran's dust... ♪

Look at this.

[women laughing]

"Lucia Gori, 27, prostitute".

[Fourneau] Lieutenant,
I want one of your men to stay here

and collect everything
that can be used in court as evidence.

-We're going to look for Lucia Gori.
-All right.

♪ So keep the lights on
So keep the lights on... ♪

[Lidia] I'll stay as well.

If you need evidence for the court,
I know what to look for.

No way. I can't put you in danger again.

You're not putting me in danger.
I'm the one who decided to stay.

♪ So keep the lights on
It's my night sun ♪

♪ Running through that desert heat ♪

♪ Floating around right in the deep
Can you see me overheat? ♪

♪ Tehran's dust blinding my eyes
I left it all in the backseat ♪

♪ By the time we're through the crowds
Want to feel how the dawn cracks... ♪

Good evening.

♪ Never easy letting go
Grabbing life as you would snow ♪

♪ So keep the lights on
It's my night sun ♪

♪ Running through that desert heat ♪

[Lucia] What are you doing?

[indistinct chatter]

[footsteps approaching]

It's not him.

[faint thud]

[sinister music playing]

[footsteps approaching]

[heavy thud]

All okay?

[suspenseful music playing]

Poli, is all okay?

[music fades]

[dog barks in distance]

[ominous music playing]

[whispers] Quiet.

-[whimpers]
-Quiet.

I was sure you would be a genius.

[breathing shakily]

I had no idea
you were such a fucking maniac.

[sniggers] A foul mouth.

Perhaps before I slit your throat,
I should cut out your tongue.

Wait. Stop.

If you spare me,
I can say that you took pity.

And convince the judge not to hang you.

[chuckles] You want to be my lawyer?

I think not.

You know, I didn't want to kill you.

You deserve better.

None of those women deserved it.

You're wrong.

As is always said by Professor Lombroso,
the world would be much safer

without female criminals on the loose.

Ah, but...
he didn't want to kill anyone, though.

It's necessary.

Before they can harm anyone.

You know, when I was young...

my sister tried
to suffocate me with a pillow.

And if it wasn't for my father...

I would be dead.

[whimpers]

But you have such a wide forehead.

A jaw so regular.

Yeah. High cheekbones.

Shh. You are a good person.

[moans]

But I... I must kill you now.

-[groans]
-[Lidia whimpers]

[Lidia breathing heavily]

-Lidia. Oh my God.
-[pants]

[rain pattering]

Lidia, this collaboration of ours
can't go on.

'Cause I'd never forgive myself
if something had happened to you.

It's my fault.

I believe I told you that...

I have an uncontrollable compulsion
to get into trouble, no?

[romantic music playing]

[clears throat]

Excuse me.
I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.

-You know that I mustn't, um...
-I know.

A kiss, that's all.

Good night, Prosecutor.

[Paolo] I don't care about your past,

or how you obviously felt about... Lorenzo.

I see my aunt
has decided to tell you everything.

And she did well.

If... If you have any doubts,

even tiny ones,

let me know.

No. No doubts, I swear.

The fact Lorenzo accepted the money

makes me hate him
even more than my mother.

[Paolo] All right.

But I must ask you to be patient.

And to go home.

Then you'll see that when we are wed...

[Jacopo loudly clears throat]

[enigmatic music playing]

I'm decided, Uncle.

I'm going home. [chuckles]

What... What did he say, huh?

Actually no. No. Best not knowing.

[music ends]

-[footsteps approaching]
-[knocking on door]

[Enrico] I imagine I should thank you.

It can't have been pleasant
to spend so much time

in the house of such an individual.

-I survived, come on.
-[Enrico] Yes.

And regarding the question
of my candidacy, I...

Enrico, let me stop you there.

If it was possible
for me to run for office, I would,

but I'm a woman and I can't.

Yes, of course, I know.
In fact, that's precisely why...

-I understand, Enrico. I understand.
-I've been thinking and decided to run.

Are you joking, Enrico?
Because if you are,

-I'm going to beat you to death.
-I'll lose anyway.

[soft music playing]

Thank you.

Thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you.

To be clear,
I'm not doing it for you, but for me.

Because in the very unlikely event
that I were to be elected,

I feel I can do my part.

Fight for the approval of a just law.

A law that liberates half of the people
from a condition of minority.

-[Albertina] I beg your pardon, sir.
-Yes?

There's a visitor for Miss Lidia.

[curious music playing]

[chuckles softly]

[Lidia] Andrea.

Here I am. In the flesh.
I'm not an apparition.

I have tried to write to you, but...

Mm-hmm. Well, of course,
I moved to New York.

But this is not the only novelty.

I have something important to ask.

[music fades]

["Misfit" by RIIVAL playing]

♪ I'm a misfit, I'm a misfit ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm different
Yeah, I'm different ♪

♪ You don't wanna miss this ♪

♪ You're gonna wanna witness, whoa! ♪

♪ Whoa! ♪

♪ Whoa! ♪

♪ Whoa! ♪

♪ Whoa! ♪

♪ Whoa! ♪

♪ Whoa! ♪

♪ You're gonna miss me when you're gone ♪

♪ But you can't have all the fun ♪

♪ Gotta give everyone a taste ♪

♪ Can't let my greatness go to waste ♪

♪ So I'm flying state to state ♪

♪ And they patiently await ♪

♪ Everybody needs something to believe ♪

♪ And that something might be me ♪

♪ I'm a misfit ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm different ♪

♪ You don't wanna miss this ♪

♪ You're gonna wanna witness, whoa! ♪

♪ I'm a misfit ♪

[closing theme music playing]

[music fades]