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Good morning, I'm your lawyer.

Hello.

Go on, do your job.

This way.

Way to go, you're our boss now. Satisfied?

So? We're not working today?

In your offices!

It's gonna take a while.

I don't care. I'm waiting here till he comes out.

Guerrieri, that was kind of a dumb idea

to steal those documents.

You pulled them from the file on Danilo Bosca's death.

Would you like to explain to the DA the reason why?

No, I don't want to explain it.

As you like.

We must thank you, we would never have traced back to you without that theft.

Not much of a milestone, you're just wasting your time.

I wouldn't say so.

Finding the weapon of a crime committed 25 years ago is a pretty nice milestone.

-What do I have to do with it? -The gun that was shot, is yours.

You kept it in a box at home.

-Don't you remember having it? -Of course, I remember.

Did you use it?

Never in my life.

But, incidentally,

the bullet shot from that gun killed your rival lover,

Danilo Bosca... am I right or not?

Were Bosca and your wife having an affair?

-If you say so. -We don't say so.

The facts do.

Or perhaps there were other problems...

money matters

related to the drug dealing you and Bosca ran together...

I've always suspected that when you move up in rank,

you know less about investigating and more about paperwork.

And you two are perfect examples.

Why did you have a second gun?

All right, as you like.

I implore you to not involve my daughter in this investigation.

PART 1

I would've contacted you.

Your father is asserting his right to remain silent,

yet the accusations are quite serious:

premeditated murder and disposing of Danilo Bosca's body. The DA has validated detention, he'll be moved to prison tomorrow.

-Can I talk to him? -No, I'm sorry.

-Dad! -Come here.

It's an error.

I don't wanna see you cry.

Can you do something for me?

It's very important, don't tell anyone, not even Malik.

Tell Muzo to retrieve the envelope that's in the glove box of my car.

The girl's father gave it to me. He'll know.

-What've you gotta do with Danilo Bosca? -Nothing.

I've done no harm to anyone, it'll all get worked out.

Let's go.

Dad?

I can't allow you further.

Let's go, come on.

I have to talk to Riccardo, he has to defend him.

Why is that?

My father needs someone who can stand up to him,

Riccardo knows how stubborn he is.

Excuse me a moment.

I need your help, let's go. Hi, I'm looking for Carta.

-They told me she's here. -No. Any news on the Inspector?

No, nothing.

-Nasty situation, isn't it? -Don't tell me, I had to frisk him...

Oh my gosh...

-What's wrong? -No, nothing...

-I'm dizzy, can I sit down? -Of course.

It must be all the tension.

Would you go get me a cup of sugar water, please?

-All right. -Thanks.

Thanks.

One must be very prudent when secretly clearing out a suspect's car.

-Who is it? -A guy who dealt for Bosca.

-Carlo asked him for some tips. -May I?

I'd fervently warned him to quit screwing up. Get rid of it.

-I'm happy to see you. -Carlo is Carlo.

You know it's bullshit what De Franchi and Carta are pulling?

I know, I would've rather gone for a stroll with my dog,

but I had to play my part, right?

-What are you doing here? -I wanted to see where things are at.

As long as those two are nosing around, I can't do a thing. Listen, take this home.

See you there. Bye.

Come in.

-May I? -Santagata?

Excuse me for barging in unannounced, but it still feels like home here.

-Have you got a moment for me? -Be my guest.

Alone, if possible.

I'll go get a coffee. Mr. Santagata, see you soon.

I hope not too soon.

I envy your candor.

And I envy your nonchalance.

Colleagues don't usually get arrested so fast and in such a straight-out way.

-I imagine that's why you're here. -For what else?

And so? What have you got on him?

The gun that shot Bosca.

He'd kept it hidden at home along with some photos and the report.

We also found a note from his wife that could point to suicide.

Were you thinking he killed her, too?

After thirty years it's hard to prove that he's the one who killed Bosca.

And what would the motive be?

Organizing drug trafficking along the coast, for starters.

-Have you got proof? -No, but we'll find it.

With or without Guerrieri's help.

Carlo's innocent, I've known him for thirty years.

-Why won't he talk? -I don't know.

-Who's he protecting? -Maybe he doesn't trust you.

-He trusts me, though. -Are you offering me your help?

Why now?

Compared to when we last met, many things have changed.

You arrested him, right?

-Nobody is happy with what happened. -Yeah, sure.

Michela, we don't need to be politically correct with each other.

Let me talk to him, let's take this first step.

Do you need De Franchi's permission?

All right, I'll leave the dog with you.

I'll come for him when I'm done.

He's already done his business, no need to worry.

Hi, there.

-Nice mess, eh? -Nice mess.

You must keep calm now, we'll find a way to get you out of here.

Tell me, what can I do to help you out?

If I didn't know you so well, I might think Carta and De Franchi sent you.

Partly they asked me and partly I offered.

But now if you want me to help you you have to tell me everything.

Let's start with what Muzo took from your car.

We're going home now, calm down.

He was distrustful, he told me a few things,

but before sharing it with you, I need to check.

Of course, I understand.

See you soon then, I hope.

Thanks for dog-sitting.

He must've been around 40.

Then it's not Amhed.

I'm sorry.

Don't worry, thanks anyway.

Thank you, goodbye.

Ever since I hung these signs up

I've received nothing but useless calls.

They arrested Carlo.

You knew that this might've been the outcome.

Yes, but they arrested him in front of everyone.

Plus Alba is devastated.

-How will you handle things with her? -I’ll keep lying.

You're a cop, you did your duty.

If her father made a mistake it's not your fault.

Then I'll say to her: "Alba, it's my fault they arrested your father".

You told me her father brought her up lying to her.

Do you want to do the same thing?

Who is it?

Hi.

I'm sorry to show up here like this,

we've never had the chance to...

Are you here to see my father?

Yes, has something happened?

I saw all those cars in front of the main door.

I've been trying to call him, but he's not picking up.

Come in.

Thank you.

They arrested him.

What, arrested?

Yes, he's accused of murder.

That's ludicrous! And who is it that he might've killed?

A drug dealer.

You know those bones found at the Torrevecchia work site?

That guy.

Too funny, if only this wasn’t a tragedy...

because I spent months working on those bones in Forensics.

What the hell did they do here?

-Wait, I'll give you a hand. -No, leave it.

Does he have a lawyer? What did he say?

A public defender was requested but he won't speak to him either.

He says he needs time to regroup.

Strange, because I'd thought you were his only secret.

Your father is doing nothing wrong.

If he doesn't tell you certain things...

It's to protect me, right.

I know this saying by heart.

And does he talk to you or protect you?

You know what he's like.

I know what he's like.

In any case...

they're moving him to Rebibbia Prison tomorrow.

To Rebibbia?

-Do you think I can see him? -I don't know, I can ask.

Thanks.

I’ll collect some of his clothes and bring them to him.

OK.

Would you mind if I stay here to put things back?

I'd really like to.

As you like, you know your way around.

Less than you may think.

-Here you are, madame. -Thank you.

-Goodbye. -See you tomorrow.

Hi.

I'm sorry.

-I have to give this to my dad. -I'll take you.

Leave it with the guard, he has to check the contents.

I'm sorry, it's routine.

No, I'll do it.

Here you are, no file for cutting through cell bars.

-That's not funny, Cantabella. -In fact, it's not.

-Take it to Guerrieri. -Right away.

-I have to talk to Carlo. -I can't let you in.

You can let him out, though.

-Go ahead. -Thank you.

You've got me acting like a lover.

What happened? How come it spiraled out of control?

They found the gun that killed Bosca at my house.

It was my father's second gun.

All cops in the 70s kept two.

But he never shot it and neither did I.

And is this gun registered or not?

No.

Shithead!

Only Clara knew about this gun.

And only Clara could've taken it and put it back.

You gotta tell them everything, you've gotta say it was her.

Not before I find out what happened.

She couldn't have done it all by herself.

Clara couldn't have buried Bosca alone.

Matteo, that name in the datebook, who is he?

Maybe he did it, maybe he helped her.

You're going to prison tomorrow with all these maybes!

We can also count on Santagata.

I don’t know what the hell you got in mind.

I have to find out if Clara was alone that night,

that way maybe I'll find out it wasn't her who shot the gun. It's the only thing I care about telling my daughter.

Thanks.

Hi.

Hi.

I know I'm the last person you wanna see.

But all hell's broken loose with my father,

he's been arrested, he's accused of murder.

I'm sorry.

I want you to defend him.

Why?

He and I never bonded and as for the two of us...

Leave us out of it, please.

Well, I can't, that's just how feelings work.

Since when do you choose your clients based on feelings?

I thought you were different.

I thought you were different, too.

Good girl, there you go.

Where were you? Were you with Bosca?

What a drag, Carlo, give it up.

What happened to you here?

What did you do to your hand?

I fell, I hurt myself.

Riccardo refused to defend my father.

We'll find someone else, you'll see.

DAY TRIP!

MET MATTEO

I did it, I got into the server of the courthouse.

It took me a while, they've stepped up protection.

-Is it the list of Clara's colleagues? -Yes, but there's no Matteo.

He wasn't an employee.

-He could be anyone. -Even a cop.

Someone from Judicial Authority?

Yes, someone at the courthouse.

Of course...

It would've been easy for him to get into the confiscated drugs storage.

And can you do this research?

It's a little trickier, but I'll try.

Thanks.

I'm off.

Go...

So...

Here I am.

I doubt we'll manage to see Carlo.

I had to pee, with all these potholes...

I still can't believe we are together.

I've always known. I've known this ever since I met you.

-You've known me for six years! -In fact, I've known for six years.

It sure took you long.

-In any case, Carlo's figured it out. -He's figured it out?

You should see how he looks at us!

-Did he say anything to you? -He figured it out even before you did.

Don't touch me!

Get away from me! Leave me alone!

Get away!

Get away!

What's happening?

I'll kill you! What the fuck do you want?

You bastards!

Don't touch me!

-Get outta here! I'm gonna kill you! -Just calm down.

I'm gonna kill you!

What the fuck's going on?

Stay in the car.

Get away!

Stay calm, I'm not gonna harm you.

What's your name? My name's Marco.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

If you tell me what happened I can help you out.

-Get away! -An ambulance is coming.

Get back in the car!

Nothing's gonna happen, but you gotta give me that bottle.

Gimme the bottle and I won't do a thing.

Get away!

Get in.

I'm gonna kill you! Lemme go!

Lemme go!

Can you hear me?

Marco, hang on.

We'll take over.

Calm down, let them handle it.

Calm down?

-What the fuck did I do? -You didn't do anything.

He's dead.

You didn't do anything.

Open up.

-Has he been moved from here? -Absolutely not, doctor.

We only took the handcuffs off him.

I dunno where she finds the strength to stick around here.

What a shitty period! It's not your fault, OK?

Good morning, doctor.

How're you doing?

Bad. Thanks.

We'll have them take you, we're waiting for the DA.

-No, I'd rather stay. -Excuse me?

Would you please take Officer Repola back to the police station?

It's just the three of us now,

would you tell me how things really went?

What do you mean?

Where was Officer Repola while the scuffle was taking place?

There was no scuffle.

Listen, Cantabella,

I already have plenty of problems, I don't need one more.

So, come up with a plausible version.

But why? It's the truth!

They say you tackled the guy and sat on top of him so he couldn't breathe.

That's not true! I grabbed his arms, handcuffed him and then let up.

You're awfully tense, no denying it.

Guerrieri's arrest and your instinct to protect your partner...

I don't know what you're talking about.

-Isn't Repola your partner? -What's that got to do with it?

If someone needs protecting, I protect them regardless,

I don't beat people up just because I'm tense.

Marco, she's trying to help you.

I'm gonna look for surveillance cameras.

What happened?

-Did you argue? -No, he's just pretty shaken.

We're all very wound up.

What about this guy?

On first analysis he shows no signs of violence.

He probably died of cardiac arrest.

I can't tell if he was on drugs or possibly drunk.

Malik, I can't take it anymore. When's this all gonna end?

I shouldn't have left him alone.

I listened to him, but I really shouldn't have.

But stop torturing yourself over it now. It's how it is, what can you do about it?

Where were you?

-I've called you a hundred times. -I know, sorry.

I didn't feel like picking up.

I looked for a surveillance camera, there wasn't even one.

Have they identified him?

Yes, his name was Bruno Santani.

In his third year of Agrarian Studies.

Never been reported, never an offense

and nothing on him of importance, not even a cell phone.

His father's in with Carta now.

-His father's here? -Yes.

I'm gonna go talk to him.

-Wait. -Marco!

-I'll talk to him. -Where are you going?

Goodbye.

Are you Bruno's father?

I'm the officer who stopped him this morning.

Is that any way to tell me?

My son was a normal and healthy young man.

You didn't stop him, you killed him!

I didn't do anything! Your son was not well!

You're going to rot in jail.

Your son, I didn't even touch!

-I wanna explain to him! -Enough, you're shaken up.

He's right, you can explain later, but not now.

Cantabella?

In my office.

Can't Di Castro take care of it?

It's good for me to work, it helps keep my mind off things.

Riccardo's here, I'll leave you alone.

-No, you can stay. -I don't want to embarrass you two.

Hi.

I don't even know why I'm doing this, but I accept.

Thank you.

I'm going to see your father today.

No need to get in touch. If there's news, I'll call you.

All right.

You don't need to take everything with you.

I sure do.

I guess I'm tense, I lost my head, I mess up.

-What are you doing? -I'm leaving.

Carta's forcing me to take some days off, at least she's not suspending me.

She did absolutely the right thing.

She could've kept me on the job.

She could've let me prove that I hardly even touched that guy.

-If that's right, there's the autopsy. -You can fuck off, Malik! I thought you were a friend, instead ever since you arrived

and that bitch Carta, everything's turned fucking upside down!

-Carlo'd never have put up with this. -We gotta figure out what happened.

You were supposed to defend him!

I'm not waiting around for the autopsy.

If you don't have the balls to do it, I'll organize things.

Visitors.

Open up!

What are you doing here?

Didn't Alba tell you anything?

I haven't seen Alba since the day I was arrested.

She asked me to defend you and I accepted.

Did you accept to get back at her? Are you gonna get me life in prison?

Nice idea you've given me.

I know you haven't spoken a word to the public defender. Don't try it with me or you'll get 30 years.

I only need to be under house arrest, 'cause I can't do a thing from here.

Maybe you don't get it, you mustn't do a thing in any case.

Except telling me the truth.

-Did you kill Bosca? -No.

Great.

From this moment on I'm no longer Riccardo,

I'm your lawyer and whatever is said between us stays here.

Good.

Let's get started.

I talked to the roommates of the guy.

And so?

They said he always had money problems and that he was behind in rent,

then out of the blue, he paid all his back rent and bought a motorbike.

With what money?

They have no idea, he didn't appear to have a job.

He was kind of a loner, an introvert.

Two weeks ago he left saying that he was going to visit his parents

and they never heard from him again.

He wasn't at his parents'.

He told his dad he was going on vacation.

It's Forensics.

It's the drug test results.

He was clean, neither drugs nor alcohol.

Malik, I don't let my feelings cloud things.

I saw him, I was there, Marco hardly even touched him.

That guy, on drugs or not, flipped out.

Plus he lied to his parents, he lied to his roommates,

what more do you need to get that there's something else behind this?

-Have you been waiting long? -No.

Come on, say a little hi to her...

Hi.

Are you alright?

I'd never seen anyone die like that before.

-I didn't do anything to that guy. -I know.

In fact, you mustn't worry, OK?

We'll find out what happened to him.

Yes?

I want a search warrant for that guy's room,

his computer confiscated, phone records and tracking of his cell.

Have I missed anything? Have the autopsy results come in?

No, but if I'm in charge of an operation, I do it my way.

TRAIN GET TO GAIA'S HOUSE

GROWING UP IS HARD I NEED TO GO BACK TO BEING A LITTLE GIRL

-Hi. -I found the Matteo from the datebook.

Hi.

Matteo Carniti, Judicial officer,

on duty at the Ostia Courthouse from '89 to '92

and then in Rome till '95.

I need to find a way to inform Carlo,

to figure out together how we wanna proceed with him.

-That's not possible, Mario. -Why not?

He died two years ago.

Shit.

Didn't you go running?

I quit, since I met you.

But you're not sleeping anyway.

Neither are you.

I talked to Di Castro today

and she said you could help me with my father.

For what?

At the police station, to try to find out what they've got.

Maybe have Muzo help you out.

Muzo?

Yes, he's my father's best friend.

Not mine, though.

Maybe you haven't noticed, but Muzo doesn't like me.

All right, it doesn't matter. If you can't, no problem.

I'll try.

Thanks.

Shall we go to bed?

Yes.

This is the strangest thing that I found at that guy's house.

What is it?

Medical exams, a full screening done 20 days ago.

He was fit as a fiddle. Check if his parents or friends know anything.

You're leaving us, too?

I'm moving into Carlo's office.

I'm tired of feeling your hostility toward me.

I bet you can't wait to get your ass on that chair...

I'm so over your shit, go ahead and say what you think.

You bet I'll say it. You're a fucking snitch, Malik.

I've been keeping an eye on you since day one and I've never trusted you.

May I?

Come in.

I've got the initial results.

He had hemorrhagic and necrotic lesions on his cerebral mass,

something abnormal.

-So this is why he flipped out? -I suppose so.

Something extraneous to his metabolism brought it on,

but we don't know what.

Hold on a minute.

Would the effects appear in tests like these?

Well, yeah.

Here the values appear normal, whereas they should've been skewed.

-So up till two weeks ago he was fine? -That's what the tests say.

Another guy is flipping out in Dante Square.

A black guy, an immigrant.

Wait, be right there.

See you later.

I'm the one who called you.

They went with the guy that way.

-That's why you're here, right? -Of course.

Two dudes came and carted off the guy who wasn't well.

-But were they his friends? -Absolutely not.

He didn't want to go with them, but they knew him,

because one of them called him by name.

Ahmed, I think.

Ahmed?

Could this be him?

Yes, I'd say so.

Did you jot down the license plate of the van?

No, I did much more than that: I snapped a picture of it.

Good.

Chin up...

And I thought being with a cop meant

no parking fines to pay...

getting a passport in no time flat but instead...

Instead, if that cop turns into a dangerous criminal,

things change.

Alba sends a big hug. You're wrong to not let her come.

You treat her like a child, but she's not as fragile as you think.

I'm the one who's fragile.

And you're the only person I can say that to, without feeling ashamed. And when this story is all over, I want you to come live with me.

-Are you kidding me? -No.

I'm sitting in jail anyway...

Have you ever seen this van anywhere around the Center?

I don't believe so.

And have you ever seen this guy?

Is he a friend of Ahmed's?

I don't know, I've never seen him at the Center.

Who is he?

He's a guy who left home

around the same period that Ahmed disappeared.

Did Ahmed have any money, before disappearing?

Yes, he even bought himself a cell phone. -He had done some handyman work. -What kind of work?

I don't know, but I can look into it.

But have you changed office? How come?

Things are not going well with the others.

Maybe they figured out that I'm involved with Carlo's arrest

and they hate me because I'm a snitch.

I don't understand you anymore.

I don't understand why you don't speak up with people.

You of all people, who's always put truth above all else.

Because the truth is a luxury for those who have nothing to hide.

They found the van, it's parked in front of an abandoned clinic.

I'm coming.

-Did they find Ahmed? -Yes, maybe.

I'll let you know.

Come on! Go!

There's nothing in here.

Nothing in here either.

-Stop! -What the hell are you doing?

Arrest him.

-Are you a doctor? -Yes.

This is an illegal clinic.

Call an ambulance!

Ahmed!

We're so happy we found you, Ahmed.

They all miss you at the Center. Now go!

Thank you.

Let's go.

So they were paying young men to be guinea pigs.

The drug they use for their experiments is a fatty acid inhibitor.

This type of research is not new.

The pain treatment sector is big business,

but findings are scarce,

so certain companies blaze ahead in an illegal way.

Anyway, it's all here.

Therefore it's clear Marco's got nothing to do with it.

Yes, the guy would've died anyway, it was a fluke.

Hi.

-How are Ahmed and the others? -They're out of danger, thank goodness.

Good.

I'm going then. Goodbye.

See you at home.

Well, we're finished.

Tell Cantabella he can come back from vacation.

It'd be better if you told him yourself.

Our work is based on trust and that's what apologies are for.

There she is!

You happy?

Don't try getting out of it now, you're buying drinks for everyone.

-I'm taking you out for drinks? -We've already decided.

And I'm buying? Malik!

-You're not saying hi? -I didn't wanna break up the party.

-I'm happy to see you. -You don't look like it.

My expression has nothing to do with you.

I shouldn't have let Carta make you take time off.

Anyway, things worked out and you did your part in the end.

In the end, exactly.

Marco! They all think you're buying us drinks!

No, what do you mean?

-You coming? -No, maybe another time.

You guys, no, I don't have any cash on me.

You're buying this time!

Alba.

-Any news? -Yes.

I put in a request for house arrest.

From tomorrow your father should be home.

Thanks, I don't know how to thank you.

There's something you need to know.

In the ballistics report on your father's second gun there's the date.

-Wait. -No, tell me.

It's prior to that of the search and seizure.

And how's that possible?

It means the investigation had been going for some time now

and that someone very close to you knew about the gun's existence.

They went into his house and shot it

and then gave the bullets to De Franchi and Carta.

I didn't tell your father a thing.

Am I disturbing you? You alone?

Been a long time since I've had all these cops up my ass. Come in.