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REPORT

-Leave me alone! -Listen to me!

You're not going anywhere, you dumb bitch!

When I talk to you, you shut up and listen!

-Bosca, leave her alone! -What the fuck do you want?

Carlo, don't! Stop it!

What is it, Cantabella?

I'm sorry to disturb you, sir...

Good morning.

It's a slightly strange situation.

-Inspector. -Hello.

LA CAGE AUX FOLLES

-Good morning. -Hi.

MORTUARY POLICE

Wait here, they're nearly done assessing the scene.

Cinzia?

Well, Alba? What can you tell me?

She died between 1:00 a.m. and 4:00 a.m.

There are numerous stab wounds, she died of blood loss.

The wound on the right hand,

shows she tried to disarm her attacker.

OK, thanks.

-This camera? -He climbed up here.

It's been broken, as you can see.

Doctor, I need you to check this for me.

I spoke to the convent, Sister Maria ran a foster home

for girls aged between 14 and 17,

almost all with a record.

-Let's call the juvenile court. -Repola's done that already.

I'm going to take a look around.

See how the store owner is.

Alba?

Did you take a picture of me?

Why are you looking at me like that?

Sorry.

The fact is I feel like crap,

but then I see you and I forget about it.

Excuse me. Will you speak to the owner?

Sure.

Bye.

We're done.

A NIGHT WITHOUT STARS

Hey.

So, you only come here to pick up the takings?

The store is anonymous, I don't even need to be here.

To get in, clients simply swipe their ID cards,

to prove they're not underage.

-Are the admissions recorded? -Yes.

But the software only backs up their dates of birth.

-Feeling better? -I guess...

Was there a camera outside the store, too?

There was, but they smashed it.

I put in another one and they smashed that, too.

I gave up.

Hard disk, PC, reader, we're seizing it all.

Goodbye.

Looks like soon we won't be able to drive.

See you later.

Hi.

-You look well, I'm glad. -You, too.

No, I feel like a cement mixer, she never stops moving.

Is it a girl?

-Is it a girl? -Yes.

I wrote you a message, I thought you'd read it.

No... Cinzia, I did ask for a transfer.

But we're understaffed here.

Yes, but I didn't ask you to.

It's not a problem if I see you every day.

Lisi? A mugging in Piazza Vittorio.

Coming. I gotta go.

We'll survive this too.

-Good morning and welcome. -Good morning.

This way.

Elisabetta Gialluisi, born in Città Di Castello January 23, 1957.

She took her vows at 19 and became Sister Maria.

She had her ID but no wallet or cell phone.

I found an empty wallet, I gave it to forensics.

It was a robbery, right?

I don't think so, she was wearing her watch, a ring and a gold chain.

Do we have the surveillance footage?

-Yes, I've already loaded it. -Let's see it.

There she is. Fast forward.

Stop. What a tall guy!

-Shall we do an anthropometric analysis? -Yes.

Fuck you!

As soon as we get the admissions list

we'll identify them all.

PLS COME HOME

Especially the tall guy.

I hope I finish before I give birth.

Cantabella, give her a hand.

Malik, we're going to the foster home.

Mario...

Look into the nun's life: friends, enemies, relatives.

Go through the phone records.

May I?

I'd like you to meet Micaela Carta,

she'll be taking my place. -Good morning. -Good morning.

Sergeant Cinzia Repola.

How do you do? I see there are two of you.

-Boy or a girl? -Girl.

Excellent.

-Officer Marco Cantabella. -Nice to meet you.

First Sergeant Mario Muzo.

Deputy Inspector Soprani.

-We know each other. How are you? -Good.

Nice to see you again.

You were the top of your class, right?

Yes.

Last, but not least, Inspector Carlo Guerrieri.

-Welcome. -Thank you.

Guerrieri is a pillar of the station.

Let's not exaggerate.

Malik!

I hope that wasn't uncomfortable for you.

You've surprised me twice in 24 hours.

You knew we'd meet, didn't you?

Does that change anything?

Your boss is coming, better not attract attention.

Do you buy clothes in the same store? Is that where you met?

No, I was a student of hers. She's from the Cold Case unit.

I thought it was Vice!

"If it's not to tell me you're coming back there's no point in talking."

Sister, thank you for seeing us.

Do you know if Sister Maria had received any threats

or if anyone had it in for her?

A lot of people had it in for her.

She always said things don't change if you just stand and watch

and she acted accordingly.

-Did she get on with the girls? -That's a hard one...

These girls have all had such complicated lives.

Go inside.

That's her room.

-After you. -Thank you.

What time would she go to bed?

Around ten-thirty.

Last night, too?

Yes.

I'm sorry, sister.

May I?

Please.

Look.

-Did she have only one wallet? -Yes.

That one, as far as I know.

The one I found wasn't hers.

What could have prompted her to go out at night?

I don't know.

Sometimes we get calls from you.

Girls run away and they always get into trouble. But last night there weren't any calls.

I told you there was a black one!

Sorry.

Don't worry, I'm used to it.

We'd like to talk to the girls, all together, if possible.

Of course.

Thank you, we want

to ask you some questions about Sister Maria. Did you notice anything strange last night?

-Yeah, Francesca took a shower. -Stop that!

It's not my fault if she doesn't wash.

So, nothing last night? Everything was normal, as usual?

Nothing, we watched TV

with Sister Elisa until 11:00.

-And that's all. -And Sister Maria?

She was with us then she went into the office.

-Did she seem strange, worried? -A bit pissed off, but that's normal.

-Why? -'Cause we drive people crazy!

Do you sleep alone or do you share rooms?

Alone. Sister Maria didn't want us to share.

-You too? -Mine's the first near the entrance.

You didn't hear anything?

I heard the door slam.

-That's something. What time was it? -Late.

But I know the place where they killed her.

Once I was there with my boyfriend

and five guys jumped us.

They took our phones and felt me up.

But I ran away.

Don't believe Francesca, she's never been held up.

She's the only one who hasn't committed a crime.

-And what she heard last night? -It's to attract attention.

Why is she here?

Her father abused her,

her mother knew and didn't say anything.

This was her office.

Only yesterday she was sitting there...

Sister Maria called it "the wall of life".

They're all girls who made it.

She stayed in touch with a lot of them.

Can we take a look?

Of course, do what you have to do. -I'll leave you to it. -Thank you.

Here it is, I found it.

Not long ago, a certain Ernesto Rovini

reported a robbery at the Carabinieri barracks

near the sex shop, he was born January 7, 1964.

Good job, that date matches the one on the list.

They took everything, including his ID card.

It's the card the killer used to get into the sex shop.

-I'll call him in immediately. -I'll be right back.

After you.

It's too much stuff, we'll take it to the office and check it there.

The computer too.

Repola, how did it go with the ID card guy?

He says he was terrified, he didn't pay attention to details.

Shall I show him the video?

May I?

It won't influence him much...

Yes, then send him home, but tell him to stay available.

OK.

Dora, right?

There's something I didn't tell you before.

Two days ago, around lunchtime,

I saw Sister Maria at the corner arguing with some guy.

Do you know him?

Yes, Ronat, an Albanian. I don't know his last name.

Greta and Ludovica know him very well.

She's a paranoid bitch!

We couldn't care less what you think of Dora.

We're interested in Ronat. Is he a friend of yours?

-No. -Yes.

We know him, but he's not a friend.

Why was he mad at Sister Maria?

Dora's always mad at everybody.

Soon she'll be 18, but the sisters haven't got her a job

because she's a lazy-ass bitch.

One more dirty word and I'll sew that mouth shut.

-What's Ronat's last name? -We don't know.

In front of me you've got the nerve to say you don't know?

Kanani.

Ronat Kanani.

Ronat ran a dealing ring they got mixed up in.

Sister Maria reported them. They sent them here and Ronat to jail.

When he got out Sister Maria found him a job.

-We're looking for a certain Ronat... -Kanani.

It's him. Ronat!

Go! Run, Malik!

Stop!

Stop!

-Let go of me, you black bastard! -Stop!

The belt too, please.

Large bruise on the back, caused by a kick.

Why did you run away?

-I'm not talking to the African. -Yes, you are.

You have a lot to explain to us about Sister Maria.

-What's Sister Maria got to do with me? -She was murdered. Enough for you?

-What the fuck are you talking about? -You argued with her two days ago.

I think you killed her.

Two superficial knife wounds in the right shoulder and on the back.

Maybe she tried to ward off the attacker.

We disagreed about something, but that was the end of it.

Something what?

I didn't go to work for a week, they treat me like shit.

But she got me the job, so I had to like it.

You want to be a drug dealer instead?

No, I want to open a club with a friend, but we ran out of money.

You wanted some from her?

I asked her to co-sign for a loan, she said no.

-That was the end of it. -Let's get down to practical matters.

-Where were you last night? -In bed,

-By yourself? -Yes.

A wound from grabbing of the blade on the right hand.

You don't have an alibi, you ran from us and you argued with the victim.

I ran away because I had some coke, but it's only for me.

I hid it in the pallets, you can check.

I want to know where you threw the knife.

I don't have a knife!

Two defense wounds on the right arm.

Carlo.

The anthropometric results have come in.

The guy in the video is around six feet tall.

You're not well again?

-Get up, come on. -Where?

Stand in front of me.

Turn around!

How the fuck does this thing work...?

Six feet.

You're going to need a good lawyer.

Twelve stab and cut wounds inflicted with an upward motion.

This might indicate that the killer is shorter than her.

You're beautiful.

You're not.

Did you know yesterday it was nine years since we've been together?

Then we need to celebrate.

I didn't want to say anything, but I can't help myself.

I didn't want a gift, but I didn't expect a lie.

I don't tell lies... to you.

I saw you going home and you sent me this message.

Yes, I remember.

You are a fool, we live so close.

I'm sorry.

I tell lies to Franco, not to you. I don't want to hear any either.

Things are complicated right now.

Things are always complicated.

But I need them to change.

May I?

We had issues with the server, I thought I'd come by in person.

Lucky for me.

It's an initial analysis, but there are elements that could be useful.

Thank you.

He seems like a good guy, your fiancé. A bit stiff maybe.

Stop trying to butter me up and leave Riccardo alone.

OK...

I don't get what kind of person you are.

First you tell me you feel awful, then you behave like this.

-I don't want to talk about it. -Then you shouldn't have said it.

I said that when I'm with you I feel good.

Well, that's not enough.

I want people to be real with me.

The other night, when I was locked in that tank,

I remembered how I arrived here.

How I arrived in Italy.

The water...

the boat...

People screaming in the water.

My mother.

She was clasping me

to hand me up to the rescuers.

Then she disappeared back into the water. Her body was never found.

Before I found it difficult not to remember, but now...

Now I feel even lonelier.

I know that maybe it doesn't help,

but I understand you.

Did you arrive here on a boat, too?

No.

I didn't arrive on a boat,

but you're not the only one who's suffered.

I'm sorry...

Malik, learn to trust people who listen to you.

I'll get the final results to you as soon as possible.

The video shows a man who's taller than 6 feet.

The suspect we arrested is 6 foot 1 I'd say we're there.

Maybe.

What doesn't convince you?

From when the nun took refuge in the sex shop

13 minutes elapsed before the man came in.

She was standing in front of the door, not running away. Why?

One guy wanted an ID card, the other one waited for her.

Exactly, there were two of them.

And the blows were all dealt with an upward motion.

The person who killed her was shorter.

We can't establish that with certainty.

It's a fair assumption.

Get me a copy of the video,

I want to see it before the interrogation.

Why? Are you joining in? More than joining in, I'm conducting it.

-You don't mind, do you? -No, of course not.

Good.

See you later.

The crucifix is missing from the chain.

-Could she have taken it off? -Impossible, she was never without it.

Can you describe it?

Of course.

-How did you get it? -Sister Maria gave it to me.

-Ronat, your situation... -Thanks, Guerrieri.

Why did she give it to you?

She said it would protect me, as it had protected her.

-Where were you the other night? -In bed, I told you.

You met Sister Maria at the sex shop

and you were not alone.

-Who are you protecting? -Nobody,

-That will do for now. -No...

We'll continue later with the prosecutor and the lawyer.

Guerrieri.

Put him in a holding cell.

Inspector, I found Ronat's coke.

It was where he said.

Do you know why Muzo has taken the day off?

No, but yesterday he wasn't well.

If you were the one who killed the nun

and you liked her crucifix, what would you have done?

-I would have taken it. -How?

-I would have torn the chain off. -Exactly.

The chain was intact, though.

-What did Ronat say? -The truth.

I need to speak to him again. And you know what?

From now on, Guerrieri does whatever the fuck he wants.

As usual.

You haven't given me any news about that special mission, why?

-There isn't any. -You sure?

Sorry, I don't know where to throw it.

Let's do this, I find you a shit-hot lawyer

and you tell me who you're covering for.

-I'm not covering for anyone. -I know when someone's lying.

You lied to the captain before.

I was with Greta and Ludovica the other night, they went out at one.

I had some weed and we went to the abandoned pier.

We smoked a couple of joints and at five I brought them back.

-Why didn't you tell me that? -Because of the rehab project.

If I don't toe the line, they'll throw me into prison.

-You're already in for homicide. -I didn't kill anyone.

Was it really grass that you gave the girls?

Cocaine, but only for personal use. I don't deal anymore.

They're minors, you idiot.

Open.

Thanks.

Ronat made it all up, we went to bed at 11.

Ronat risks going down for homicide, you're his alibi.

We're clean, we get urine-tested every morning.

You have nothing to say?

What she said.

Do you remember Sister Mary's motto? "Nothing changes if you just watch."

We told the truth.

All right.

Thank you, sister, they can go.

These two haven't committed any crimes. And that idiot took them around doing coke.

And anyway, Ronat has nothing to do with the homicide.

What if Sister Maria heard them go out and followed them?

-Ludovica is aggressive. -I don't know.

Let's go to forensics, I have an idea.

Over here

Excuse me.

What is it?

Tonight I'll come and pick you up,

late, though, it's as if Di Castro weren't here.

Maybe they've identified the remains from the work site.

What?

A surgeon came and worked on the jawbone.

The presentation of Riccardo's book is at nine.

I'll come get you half an hour before.

OK?

Yes, sure, I'll see you at home.

See you then.

-Everything all right? -No, all good.

Well?

Inspector, he has a record.

Good.

Federico Gelsa, has a record for armed robbery and affray.

He lives a mile away from the sex shop.

A year ago, he did some repairs at the foster home,

so he came into contact with Sister Maria.

-How did you figure it out? -He did it all.

The wallet I found had been stolen for the ID card.

It had Gelsa's fingerprints on it, he wasn't wearing gloves

when he stole it.

Good, all we need now is a motive.

Now we have proof, we'll find the motive.

Or we'll get Gelsa to tell us

and maybe we'll get him to tell us who was with him.

-May I? -Come in, Cantabella.

Gelsa isn't home, there are no cell phones in his name.

Did you find anything in Sister Maria's phone records?

He might have contacted her.

No, they're all clean numbers.

The sister didn't make or receive any calls

the night of the murder.

-What do we do with Ronat? -First, find Gelsa.

Goodbye.

What are you doing here?

She has something to say, I just came with her.

But Sister Elisa doesn't know shit. She doesn't know anything.

Better.

Go in.

What happened to your hand?

Ludovica didn't want us to come, they got in a fight.

-And this? -It's all I've got.

Ronat gave it to her, so it's not dealing.

Ronat told the truth, we were together doing coke.

But it's not his fault, I asked him for it.

We cheat on the urine tests, we get her to help us.

I pee for everyone.

This stuff is poison, girls.

I can't turn a blind eye,

but I'll bear in mind that you came forward to tell me.

I knew you were with Ronat the other night.

What goes on in your brains?

How much have you lost?

Nothing. It's only a game.

-Who's that? -Federico Gelsa.

I wrote everything on the back.

Find him.

OK.

Inspector... Carlo.

Listen...

I don't even know how to ask you this.

-All I need is a fifty. -Ottavia.

It's a loan.

-Fill it up, thanks. -Right away.

We would never have made it with the car.

That would have been too bad.

"The person you asked me to look for is at the Paradise."

-What is it? -A tip-off, I can't come.

-Actually, give me a ride. -OK.

-Malik? - What is it? I know where Gelsa is.

I'M THERE. IT'S HIM.

Hi, looking for company?

No.

OK.

Thank you, sweetheart.

-I'll wait for you. -Don't worry, thanks.

Riccardo?

Start without me.

-Start the scooter. -Let go of her!

Stop or I'll kill her.

-Gelsa, don't fuck up now. -I'm gonna kill her!

-Go away!

You want to ruin your life for a simple check?

We can make a deal. Put the gun down.

My partner will put his gun down too.

Put that gun down.

You put the knife down and we can talk this through.

Think about it, before you fuck up badly.

You're a kid, you want to ruin your life?

Come here!

Stop!

Stay still!

It's over. Over, over.

-Here. -Thanks.

What were you doing out there?

I was on the phone with Riccardo.

I was scared for you.

Me too.

Malik, I can't.

There she is.

-Are you all right? -Yeah.

Let's go outside.

Thank you, Malik.

Thank you.

This is Gelsa's phone, take a look at this.

Fuck! I'm going to rip that bastard a new one.

Get Dora and take her to the station.

I'm not saying shit without a lawyer.

You don't need one, the girl you attacked isn't pressing charges.

We're sending you home.

Next time, charge it, we didn't get to check out your porn.

Let go of me. I haven't done anything.

-What do we do? -Lock him up, wait for the prosecutor.

You're arresting him?

We thought you were involved in a homicide, but it was him.

-Lying bitch! -What do you want from me?

Bring her in here, I'll take care of him.

Wait for me here.

Come in.

Sit here.

We'll finish up with him and we'll be back.

OK.

-Baby... -If you do what I say, we'll be fine.

-What are you doing here? -They got me.

I screwed up.

But they say they're wrong and they're sending me home.

-You? -I have to identify the Albanian.

They found a knife at his place.

It's all sweet, they already gave me my phone back.

-Did you take the video off? -Yes, I copied it onto the computer.

-And there it is. -Go and get his computer.

-And the texts? -The battery was dead.

Relax, it'll be over soon.

Better not in here.

-We need to advise Carta. -We will.

-Why are they taking so long? -I don't know.

Are you sure they didn't look on your phone?

-It was all there in the texts. -The battery was dead.

When we get out of here I want to see the bitch die again.

Relax, it's nearly over.

How the fuck can they do this?

Here I am.

Malik, go for it, get it all.

You said five minutes.

We took longer.

-Sit next to him. -Why?

Because...

I heard you wanted to see the video.

We'll show it to you.

Go, Malik.

-Where are you going? -Dora!

Bitch!

Die!

Serves you right.

-It wasn't her, it was me. -She didn't want us to see each other.

-Shut up! -He just wanted to frighten her.

I took out the knife.

She tried to get away and I went after her.

I wanted to kill her and I did.

-Hi, Sara. -Good morning, inspector. -The usual coffee? -Thanks.

"Remains from Torrevecchia work site finally have a name"

-What was that? -An ad.

-OK, I gotta go. -OK, then.

I'm expected in court.

What are you doing here?

We worked all night, the case is closed,

Dora and Gelsa killed her.

-Is Olga here? -No.

-She left. -What do you mean left?

Ten days ago.

She says I'm suffocating her, she needs space.

She's 30, she's hot, she's not with me out of love.

So why did you marry her?

And anyway we could have talked.

You got enough of your own shit going on.

-They identified the remains. -I know.

Mattaj told me last night, I was going to tell you...

Don't worry.

I was at the prosecutor's office.

Doing what?

I made Bosca's report disappear from the file.

Clara was there the night I beat him up, it's in the report.

-It was in it. -Are you serious?

-I was careful. -No, you were a dickhead.

There's ash in it.

I'd make you another one... but I'm out of coffee. Then let's go down to the café.

-Take a shower. -I really should.

Don't ever do that again! Ever!

-Riccardo nearly saw it. -It's only a blank piece of paper.

You and I know perfectly well what that means.

We do?

It doesn't mean anything.

-How can you be sure it's him? -Wait.

You cold case guys are too suspicious.

What did he take?

Part of a file from 25 years ago

on the disappearance of this man.

Danilo Bosca.

Isn't that the guy whose remains were at the work site?

Exactly.

Why would Guerrieri do something like this?

That's what I want to know.