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[mysterious music playing]

[rats squeaking]

[music continues]

[blows whistle]

[music ends]

[Lorenzo] Stop!

-[frantic music playing] -[panting]

Stay where you are!

-Guards! -Hey!

-Unhand me. -Here!

Let go of me!

[music ends]

[theme music playing]

THE LAW ACCORDING TO LIDIA POËT

[typewriter clacking]

Cesare, did we get a letter from the Right Honourable Costa?

Why is he writing to you?

I'll explain later.

Ah. No, nothing's come yet.

Voting intention for Sunday?

I went to the university

and a third of the respondents politely told me to get lost.

-It's normal, it's normal. The others? -[man] Most of them will vote for Juvara.

When I asked about their fathers' intentions,

seven out of ten said they're with Depretis and your brother-in-law.

Costa's Socialists... It's as if they didn't exist.

-Of course. Of course. -[knocking on door]

-Hi. -Hi.

Sorry, is it a bad time?

Costa's Socialists are lagging behind, but if you need to talk to me, go ahead.

May we?

Sure. Of course.

What's up?

[clears throat]

[Lidia] Um...

No, nothing, I was...

I was thinking about the book that Attila bought from Nitti.

-The Confessions of Saint Augustine. -Yeah.

Maybe we didn't look hard enough or we didn't look in the right place.

I don't know.

Lidia, you can be quite the enigma.

Attila was right. Attila was right.

Anyway, that book's disappeared, Lidia.

Or was made to disappear. In any case, no one knows where it is.

However... I have some news.

I have an appointment with the maid who works for Nitti.

Ah, perfect, but...

-When? Perhaps I can come with you. -No.

-Just to help you with the case. -No. Lidia, please.

Can we go back to that magical time when we weren't seeing each other?

-But it wasn't for me... -For me, it was.

I'm much better off now without you.

My brain functions, I sleep well,

and sometimes I dream. Imagine that.

Eh?

-All right. -Yeah.

[sad music playing]

One thing though. Can I just ask...

Say you found Nitti...

Were we to find Nitti, you'll be the first person to know.

Of course.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

[sighs]

[music fades]

[Lidia] It's a paperweight.

[chuckles]

Well, what's this?

I'm trying to understand

if this is a veiled allusion to my schnauzer moustache.

-No, oh dear. No, no, no. -No, huh?

It's not a schnauzer. Well, um, it's a gift.

It's ugly.

I'm apologising for the dinner.

I wanted to come. I've been a bit confused...

Lidia, please... You don't owe me any explanation.

None. In fact...

if the reason for your confusion is Mr Barberis...

Um, and why do...

What makes you think that?

I've been thinking so from the first moment we met.

And I really do understand.

Mr Barberis is... Well, he's cultured and intelligent,

with a long life ahead of him.

[exhales]

But the reason I asked you to come is another.

It's to tell you of a case that's concerning.

-Mm. -So then, um...

Two nights ago, a man, Bruno Corsi, tried to escape from the Nuove prison.

I imagine his sentence will be extended now.

-To life, yes. -Ah.

It seems that during the escape, he killed a prison guard.

"Seems"?

Francesco Maselli.

[tense music playing]

[Fourneau] He was found in the pantry, strangled.

There were obvious signs of a struggle at the scene.

[Lidia] Mm. So it's like he'd tried to stop the prisoner.

[Fourneau] Yes. In some way.

But there lies the problem.

The pantry was turned upside down, as if they'd been fighting for hours.

[Lidia] And you're wondering why Maselli didn't raise the alarm immediately.

[Fourneau] Exactly. Along with other small inconsistencies.

For instance, ink marks were found on the victim's wrists.

And his arm was dislocated, as if someone had held him down.

[Lidia] But the escaping prisoner was alone, apparently.

[Fourneau] It's that that makes me doubt his guilt if I'm honest.

So you think this whole thing was just a set-up

to blame this man, Corsi?

Why don't you ask for further investigation?

It's not possible.

The minister called me in person,

and forced me to ask for an immediate indictment.

On Sunday there's an election, so they want speedy punishment.

-I see. Who's Corsi's lawyer? -No one wants to defend him.

Now, we are supposed to give him a court-appointed lawyer,

but I would like someone who can really challenge my indictment,

and guarantee Mr Corsi gets a fair trial. You know?

Someone similar to your brother.

Cut a long story short.

[chuckles]

Anyway, Enrico's standing in the election, so I don't think he'll accept.

I know. But you and I share a certain ideal of justice.

Maybe you can try and convince him.

[breathes deeply]

You know if it's all been staged, then the guards must be complicit, right?

Yes. I'm afraid so. However, we have an advantage

in that the commander of the guards is a man called Orazio Talarico.

And he was my father's closest friend.

And after his death, he was very close to me.

I'm sure he will help you.

You know, this is a lot more fun than a dinner invitation.

[curious music playing]

[Talarico] It feels so strange to call him prosecutor.

He's like a son to me.

Come in.

Before you talk to the prisoner,

I would like to clarify an important point between us all.

I have full confidence in my men.

And I'm totally convinced that the truth has already been established.

That's why I have no problem helping with your investigations.

Very well, thank you.

-I'll be waiting for you outside. -Thank you.

[music ends]

I swear to you, Counsellor.

When I passed through the pantry, there was no guard.

Yes, Corsi. I understand. But your word is not enough.

-We need proof. -I can prove it.

I had a spoon in my hands as sharp as a blade.

If I wanted to kill him, I'd have used it.

If you don't believe it, ask the guard who stopped me.

-I don't know his name. He's new. -All right, all right, we'll verify it.

Why the hell did you try to escape? You only had six months remaining.

It was the funeral of my mother.

I asked for a permit, but they said no.

And then I had the brilliant idea to escape.

[sobbing]

Come on, Corsi.

Don't lose heart, okay?

We're on your side.

So, is it possible that some guards had enough of a grudge against their colleague

that they would kill him?

I don't know, miss.

But there are a couple of them who do bully us.

When they're working at night, it's like the wing is their kingdom.

One time, they were so brutal they killed a guy.

They locked him in a cell alone for hours.

[pensive music playing]

And, I wonder, would you remember their names?

[Talarico] Salvemini, Ambrosio, attention.

These are the lawyers of Bruno Corsi.

Answer all their questions truthfully.

Yes, sir.

I believe that you discovered the corpse of your colleague

five minutes before 6:00 in the morning, correct?

[Ambrosio] Yes, sir.

And before that, you hadn't noticed he was missing?

Well, a couple of hours earlier.

He never returned to the wing after he went to the bathroom.

-And this didn't cause you any disquiet? -[Salvemini] Yes, ma'am.

If we'd not found him murdered, we would've informed the commander.

Sure. I imagine so. Um...

Tell me then, is it true that you and your colleague,

you locked Maselli in an empty cell once, simply as a joke?

Commander, we've been on shift for 16 hours.

Our friend was murdered.

And now we have to put up with insinuations from a lady...

-Understood, thank you. -[Talarico] Salvemini.

There's no need to use that tone.

[sighs]

What warder Salvemini is trying to say

is that all the guards here are like brothers.

They eat together, they sleep together.

But, for instance, in section A, for each shift,

we have four officers for more than 40 inmates.

Salvemini,

Ambrosio,

Maselli.

And the fourth?

He's taking a shower.

Manera!

He's the one who stopped Corsi and raised the alarm.

Ah, yes. It would be... interesting to talk to him.

[suspicious music playing]

-Shit, that's Lorenzo. -Sorry. You had something on your jacket.

Um, commander...

Thank you for your time, but we have to go.

We have an important appointment and we're running late.

-Goodbye. With your permission. -Excuse us. Goodbye.

[Enrico clears throat]

[music ends]

Salvemini has a lot of attitude, but he's not all bad.

Ambrosio doesn't talk much.

He has four children and always seems to be tired.

Maselli? How was he? Did they get along?

If you're trying to blame my colleagues to get Corsi out of trouble,

I can't help you.

We don't want to blame anyone, Lorenzo.

I don't understand what you want.

As far as I know, I'm no longer working for you.

[Enrico] Come on.

Where we are now, we don't have a garden and we'd have fired you anyway.

-[Lidia clears throat] -It's true.

It seems the Poëts have treated you badly. It's true.

But this has nothing to do with what happened to your colleague.

If you know anything at all that can help us discover the truth,

this... this here is our new home address.

My regards to Marianna. Wish her well for her upcoming wedding.

I don't believe it. You gave him our address.

-I don't understand what's in your brain. -[Lidia] Hypothesis.

Lorenzo was doing the rounds in the hall.

Maselli then fights with Salvemini, and Ambrosio kills him.

They have to get rid of the body. They don't know what to do.

But they're fortunate. Because then, off goes the alarm.

There's an escape.

And once all the hustle and bustle has subsided,

they drag the body over to the dispensary, next to the escaping Corsi.

You know, if you had written novels instead of studying law,

-we'd have been spared a lot of trouble? -[laughs mockingly]

Mama, I don't want to do anything disreputable.

I just want to spend ten minutes of my life alone with Paolo.

Even prisoners get an hour of fresh air.

You know that during that hour they're supervised, don't you?

-Albertina? -[Albertina] Yes.

[Teresa] Albertina.

Did you buy some mallow for Enrico's gastritis?

-Yes. I'll make him a tea after dinner. -[Teresa] That's perfect.

[sighs]

[sighs heavily]

Paolo says it's the view from the bedroom.

Mm-hmm?

Darling, um...

I wanted to tell you. I don't know if your father mentioned it.

But we bumped into Lorenzo again recently.

What has Lorenzo got to do with anything?

No. Because he's a prison guard now, and by chance he found himself...

No. What's he got to do with the fact I'm going to live in Naples?

Nothing.

-I just wanted to tell you. -[scoffs]

Aunty, I'm not undecided between two men. I'm really not that type at all, you know?

Neither am I, for that matter.

Excuse me.

-I'm not rubbing salt in the wound, am I? -There is no wound.

I wanted to ask some advice from you.

Uh, Paolo and I, so far...

I don't know if you know what I mean,

but we have never

-seen each other. -Ah, no.

It's not possible to help you this time.

No. It's not that we need any help, Aunty.

I was just wondering...

Well, if it is very wrong that before the wedding, that we both...

we see...

We just look at each other.

[emotional music playing]

Truthfully?

Yes.

For me, it's not so much about looking or not looking at each other.

What's wrong is the very...

Don't stop.

The very idea of getting married so young. It makes no sense, Marianna.

With Paolo, with Lorenzo, with whoever.

[inhales deeply]

You have to stay focused on the goal.

The ball bounces, and you hit it. Okay?

[Jacopo] Almost. Almost. Almost.

However, since this is your first time,

it wasn't bad at all.

Right. Ready?

Why did you bring me here?

Uh...

Well, I thought perhaps you might like it.

-If you're not, then... -No, it's just...

I don't know, usually by your age, a man already has a family, some kids.

Why are you alone?

[exhales] First of all, I'm not really that old.

[chuckles]

And plus, so far, I've only fallen in love with what seems like the wrong girls.

You know, I lived in Paris for many years, then I came back,

I worked for different newspapers.

Now I'm planning to go and live...

to live in Rome to found a socialist newspaper.

And... Actually, do you know Andrea Costa?

I don't care much for this game.

Marta. Marta!

-Did I say something wrong? -No, you've been crystal clear.

You're looking for a bit of fun before you leave for Rome.

No, no, no. Marta, I'm afraid you've misunderstood. I don't...

Then what exactly? You're going to ask me to come with?

[sighs]

You're right, I wasn't being honest.

The thing is you worked for a period

with a person that I absolutely need to talk to.

His name's Umberto Nitti.

It's most important, Marta.

Not heard from him in years.

And you should have said right away.

You would have spared us both this farce.

[dice rolling]

-[Ambrosio] Six. Even. -[Salvemini] Manera, your turn.

[Manera] No, I don't want to play.

The rounds? Do you want to do that at least?

Come on, Manera. Can't you see he's playing dice?

[sniffles] Come, Manera.

Go on then.

[tense music playing]

[keys jangling]

[door unlocking]

Get out.

-[prisoner] Tonight as well? -We have to finish. Move.

[prisoner] At your service.

[door unlocking]

[ominous music playing]

[cries of protest]

They really love me.

Your decision to defend Corsi does you credit, Enrico.

-I mean that. -Thank you.

But Sunday is the vote.

And all this chaos, it won't be good for our cause.

[Lidia] It's also a risk to our proposed bill.

Unless we... can demonstrate Bruno Corsi is innocent.

Ah.

And by Sunday you can do this?

[Lidia] Yes.

Yes.

If they don't kill you first.

-Hopefully not. -[doorbell buzzes]

-Hello. -[exhales sharply]

-What do you want now? -Nothing.

I came to see your aunt. She asked me.

And you didn't miss your chance.

Come in then.

Aunt is busy right now, so you'll have to wait.

[Lidia] Bye, Anna.

-[Enrico] I'll see you to the door. -[Anna] Thank you. Be careful.

-I mean it. -[Enrico] Don't worry.

-Lorenzo, hello. -Ma'am.

Well, did you discover something?

Yes. It's about Salvemini and Ambrosio.

Last night, they took an inmate to an abandoned section of the prison.

And it looked like they'd done this before.

Like it was a habit.

[Fourneau] Who is this prisoner?

So, his name is Amilcare Rolli.

He's serving five years for counterfeiting money

and government bonds.

Apparently, he's an artist, in his own way.

And do you think it's sufficient to order a search?

Lidia.

No. I was putting forward the hypothesis that...

Rolli and Salvemini and Ambrosio

are using the abandoned section of the prison to print counterfeit money.

And they killed Maselli because he discovered it?

Perhaps.

It would certainly explain the ink stains on the victim's wrists.

So, Maselli threatened to report them, and they attack him

and then they can use Corsi's escape to pin the murder on him.

It makes sense, yes.

Ah. Is the schnauzer distracting you? I can move it, you know?

It's not the schnauzer. No.

Ah. This is what interests you.

[Fourneau sighs]

It's only a diagnosis, Miss Poët.

Left frontal meningioma.

Intracranial.

Highfaluting, no?

Highfaluting, yes.

[indistinct chatter in the street]

[Jacopo] Only to apologise. I swear.

There's no need. I mean it.

[inhales deeply]

[clears throat]

I was most indelicate, Marta.

Very unfair.

Will you leave, please?

Marta, in my partial defence, please let me explain my situation.

You see, Mr Nitti worked for a period at the Bank of Turin.

And I'm convinced that he came into possession

of certain sensitive information.

My best friend was killed for that information.

But in reality, I came back because I'm convinced

that you know a lot more than you've told me.

-And well... -[footsteps treading]

[suspenseful music playing]

-Who's there? -No one.

Jacopo, please.

-I'm telling you there's no one... -Shh.

[horse neighing outside]

[Jacopo] Mr Nitti?

[unsettling music playing]

Mr Nitti.

Mr Nitti?

Mr Nitti.

[suspenseful music playing]

[groans]

[dramatic music playing]

[groans]

[Talarico] Pier. I have to be honest with you.

I do not appreciate your request for a search at all.

[Fourneau] I understand that, but this is absolutely not aimed at you.

Well, if you search my prison,

it's like you're personally accusing me of negligence.

[sighs]

[distant thud]

[cell door shuts]

-Have you finished? -Prosecutor, there's nothing here.

Have you checked over here?

[curious music playing]

What's in there?

There's nothing in there.

Well, could we check?

Please.

[music intensifies]

Putain.

[music fades]

-There's nothing here, Lidia. -I see that.

Could I know who insinuated these doubts about my men?

-Orazio... -Oh, that would be me, Commander...

I would like to apologise.

It won't happen again.

[Lidia] The commander is not objective.

You heard him. His men. He talks like they were his children.

All right. Let's suppose you're correct.

The institution is corrupt. The guards are covering up for each other,

Lorenzo's a typical fool.

What can we do about it?

-There is one thing we can do. -[windowpane rattling]

Quickly, I hope.

Thank you for agreeing to meet us, Mr Rolli.

I'm Counsellor Poët and this is my sister Lidia.

Hello.

You were convicted five years ago of aggravated fraud, forgery, and theft.

As a repeat offender, they gave you the maximum sentence.

And you're scheduled to be released in March 1891, correct?

My brother said "scheduled" because you are now presented

with a... a great opportunity.

Yes.

If you are aware of certain details

surrounding the death of Francesco Maselli,

and decide to help us bring about justice,

I'm sure we can secure a reduction in your prison sentence.

[Lidia] Absolutely.

I don't know anything.

[inhales]

But we do know one thing for sure.

Which is, the other night,

two prison guards took you out of your cell. Correct?

Seems like some scumbag has decided to make a big revelation.

The scumbags are those who murdered Officer Maselli.

And we know that it was your friends. Salvemini and Ambrosio.

I don't have any friends. And I'll live to 100.

And of those 100 years, you're happy to spend another five here?

I can tell you, in here is better than out there.

We eat every day here.

Bruno Corsi is innocent.

And you know it.

Mm?

Tell me the truth.

Maselli had discovered that you were trafficking

and they killed him to keep him from talking. You saw it.

Saw everything.

Maybe your client is innocent,

but I can assure you that the killing of Maselli

was not done by Salvemini or Ambrosio.

So it was you?

[Rolli laughs]

You're a good lawyer.

As are you, miss.

-How would you like me to address you? -As you like.

[laughing] Do you know what it is?

It's that I... I'm a very difficult man to convince.

Right. Thank you.

-Thank you. -[clears throat] Guard, we've finished.

Goodbye.

Hey, Mr Lawyer.

What a beautiful coat you have.

-Congratulations. [laughs] -[Enrico] Thank you.

And my best wishes for the election, eh?

I really hope that the people out there will feel the benefit.

[sighs]

[tense music playing]

[birds screeching]

[man] Do you know what a victory for Depretis would mean for the Bank?

[Juvara] I assure you he will not win, Mr Director.

[chuckles] But we're not making bets here.

You see, if Depretis takes away our faculty to print money,

all this will cease to exist.

So, I would like to know exactly what your intentions are here.

A bomb, Mr Director.

It will look like the work of anarchists.

They say Depretis has many enemies beyond suspicion,

including his own camp.

It's with them we will form a government of national unity,

a government that will be a friend of the Bank of Turin.

And then there's that radical Miss Poët, the sister of the lawyer.

She has begun fantasizing about absurd new laws.

May I remind you we're talking about a woman here.

-[laughing] -I really wouldn't worry too much.

On the contrary, I'm told she's a notorious troublemaker,

as is her friend, the journalist.

Yes in fact, that's true, and why we're tapping their phones.

To be on the safe side.

-[telephone ringing] -[music ends]

[telephone continues ringing]

[sighs]

[clears throat]

[sighs] Hello?

[woman] I have a local call for Jacopo Barberis.

-May I connect you? -Yeah. Sure. Yeah.

Mr Barberis, this is Umberto Nitti.

How's your head?

You really called me to... to ask how my head is feeling?

Yes. Because I'm a good person.

[scoffs]

Then tell me where that book Confessions is.

I have no idea.

But I know exactly what documents were in it.

-In return, you want? -[whispers] Jacopo.

[Nitti] I prefer to discuss that in person.

I'll be waiting for you Sunday evening at the Vitozzi Viewpoint at six o'clock.

[Jacopo] See you there.

[Cesare] Who was that?

Nitti.

-[receiver clatters] -Nitti?

He wants to see me on Sunday night at the Vitozzi Viewpoint

to tell me everything.

Well then? Let's tell Lidia.

No.

There's no need.

[all shouting]

POET SCOUNDREL

HERO TO MURDERERS ENEMY OF THE KINGDOM

[Lidia] Don't tell me you got arrested.

Given the unfortunate situation in which we find ourselves,

Mrs Cravero spoke to the Ministry of the Interior

and had me assigned an escort.

Thanks, chaps. I'll see you downstairs.

It seems you've become very important.

Yes. They also gave me a carriage.

But only till the elections.

-Mon Dieu! -[Lidia gasps]

-Don't touch it, for heaven's sake. -Shh, calm down.

It's just a...

gold tooth.

[curious music playing]

You think it's normal to find a gold tooth in your pocket?

I'd like to clarify an important point. I have full confidence in my men.

[Enrico] What are you thinking?

This was the coat you were wearing when we talked to Rolli, wasn't it?

Yes. But why would he put a gold tooth in my pocket, the pervert?

Because he couldn't talk in prison. He's afraid of the guards.

He found a way to give us a clue without compromising himself.

And what clue are you talking about, Lidia?

This one.

[Lidia] As you may have noticed, Talarico has at least two gold teeth.

An incisor and a canine, which can be seen when he smiles.

You'd know better than me.

This, on the other hand...

is a molar.

[Lorenzo] And how did you get it?

[mumbles]

The point is the commander was well aware

that your colleagues had some illegal business with Rolli.

But you didn't find anything.

They may have gone there to smoke or play dice.

Or maybe they had to... dispose of the evidence.

What we think is, on the night of the murder,

Talarico, Ambrosio, and Salvemini were there printing counterfeit money.

Maselli discovered them, and the commander attacked him.

There was a fight and Talarico's tooth was knocked out.

Which that pervert Rolli picked up.

-This tooth. -Yes.

Maselli was then strangled.

At that point, Corsi's escape offered him the perfect opportunity

to move the body to the right place and be free of any suspicion.

But... if you're so sure that the tooth belongs to Commander Talarico,

why don't you take it to the prosecutor?

[Lidia] Because I'm not sure.

Added to that, I've already made him take a false step. So...

You should go to the commander and say you're in possession of this tooth.

At that point, if Lidia is right, he'll try to give you a bribe.

I think you've got it all wrong. The commander has nothing to do with it.

He's the most honest person I've met.

Okay, if you're so sure,

what are you afraid of?

[Lorenzo] Nothing.

I'll see him tomorrow.

I'm sure the commander will have an explanation.

[Lidia] Thank you, Lorenzo.

All in all, he's a good chap.

[mysterious music playing]

Marianna would have devastated him.

-Unquestionably. -[Lidia] Yeah.

-She isn't dead, is she? -No.

My mother takes it every night for insomnia.

Let's go.

[music ends]

Are you all right?

Mm, I don't...

No, I don't know, sorry.

Don't worry.

If you've changed your mind, we can wait.

I'm sorry.

I'm not ready.

Forgive me.

[knocking on door]

[Talarico] Who is it?

[grunts]

Come in.

Manera, what can I do for you?

It's not that simple, commander. It's...

It's about something I found and I wish I hadn't.

Something that might belong to you.

And was somewhere it shouldn't have been.

-What is this? Do you like riddles? -No. No, sir... commander.

[pensive music playing]

I'm talking about this tooth that I found by chance.

It was in the abandoned sector. I don't know how it got there.

You should have taken it straight to the prosecutor.

That tooth could be something important.

Yes, you're right, only...

I really didn't want to get you into trouble.

Well, of course not, Manera.

Let's go and see the prosecutor and hand over the tooth.

Come on, let's go.

[tense music playing]

This isn't the way to the prosecutor.

[laughs] Well done, Manera. Always attentive.

We'll go to the prosecutor later. First, we have to stop by another place.

-[Lorenzo] Where are we? -[Talarico] Now get out, go.

Hey. Please do something.

Should have minded your own bloody business.

-Go. -Yes, yes.

-This way. -All right.

-Walk. -Please, commander.

-Move it, come on. -[grunts]

Stop here.

[carriage approaches]

Did someone follow us?

[music intensifies]

Help!

[groans]

[groans]

Well, that was bloody stupid, wasn't it?

[whispers] Shut up!

[suspenseful music playing]

[Lidia] Commander Talarico!

There are two armed carabinieri here with us.

Surrender or be killed. Do you hear me?

-Commander, let's surrender. -No.

I'll shoot the one on the right, you get the left. On three.

One...

Commander, please listen to me.

Let Manera go. He's a sensitive and kind person.

Two.

No, on the contrary, do it, commander. Feel free to kill Manera.

-What the fuck are you saying, Lidia? -Wait.

[Lidia] But you'll have to kill Salvemini too, I presume.

He would be an inconvenient witness in court, right?

Oh, and then you'd have to kill me.

Counsellor Poët and his escort.

Analysing the situation,

it seems to me that surrender is the solution most reasonable,

but... I'm not your counsellor.

Do as you see fit.

I'll be with you to the end, commander.

[groans softly]

[panting loudly]

[officer] Put your hands in plain sight. And approach slowly.

[music ends]

Tell him... I'm terribly sorry.

[Marianna] Are you asleep?

My mother asked me to apologise to you on her behalf.

The fault was mine as well.

If I could go back, I would never have accepted that money.

I ruined everything.

-Maybe it was meant to be like that. -[Lorenzo sighs]

[groans]

Is it painful?

Seeing you? A bit.

I was told that you had done a very brave thing.

-I hope you didn't do it for me. -[Lorenzo scoffs]

What?

That's a little presumptuous.

You haven't changed a bit.

You still think the world turns around you.

To think I came to apologise for how I treated you...

Apology accepted. Anything more?

[sombre music playing]

Your mother was right all along, Marianna.

There was no view of the sea from the attic I'd found either.

[breathes deeply]

-It's over, finally. -Over, Counsellor? It's only just begun.

Do you really think so?

My husband only ever says what he thinks. [chuckles]

[photographer 1] Ready in a moment. Okay?

-Don't smile. Authoritative. -[photographer 1] Don't move.

[photographer 2] Don't move.

-Thank you very much. -[photographer 1] Thank you. Very nice.

For years, years, he was a role model.

And what has he become?

During questioning, I couldn't look him in the face.

Without you, I wouldn't have known what he really is.

-And now you hate me for this? -No, Lidia.

I don't hate you.

If anything...

"Anything"?

["You & Me (Flume Remix)" by Disclosure playing]

♪ Gonna be you ♪

♪ And me ♪

♪ Gonna be everything you ♪

♪ You ever dreamed ♪

♪ Gonna be who ♪

♪ You need ♪

♪ Gonna be everything... ♪

If I invite you to dinner, would I risk eating alone again?

["You & Me (Flume Remix)" continues]

♪ And me ♪

♪ Gonna be everything you ♪

♪ You ever dreamed ♪

[door clicks]

♪ Gonna be who ♪

♪ You need ♪

♪ Gonna be everything... ♪

[man] If all goes well,

you will be able to resume a completely normal life.

No more pain, no more seizures.

Of course, the operation has its risks.

But if we're fortunate...

[panting]

...you'll be able to enjoy life again.

[moaning]

And if I may say so, living can be beautiful.

[panting]

["You & Me (Flume Remix)" continues]

[song fades]

I have no problem leaving Turin. No.

I just need to resolve one small personal matter,

and I'll be on the first train to Rome.

See you soon, Mr Costa. See you soon.

[sighs]

[curious music playing]

SAINT AUGUSTINE CONFESSIONS

[telephone ringing]

Hello?

[woman] I have a local call for Lidia Poët.

[Lidia] Yes.

[inhales shakily]

[Jacopo] It's Jacopo.

-[Lidia] Hi. -[Jacopo] Hi. Um...

I spoke with Nitti. I have an appointment with him.

-And... -And?

We have to go together.

[inhales deeply]

Yes, of course. That's fine. [inhales deeply]

I almost thought that...

Yeah?

That I would never see you again.

Me too.

Would you wait here?

[ominous music playing]

[man] Go.

Go!

No! Hey, wait!

Who was that?

Nitti.

[music intensifies]

Oh, putain.

-[Lidia exhales] -[music ends]

[compelling music playing]

["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 I'm 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]