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PROPERTY UNDER SEIZURE

REMEDIAL COURSES

TAKE THIS PUSSY
OR I'LL SLAUGHTER YOU

ACQUITTED!
VERONICA FOIS RETURNS HOME

AFTER TWO YEARS VERONICA FOIS RETURNS
TO THE HOTEL, SCENE OF THE MASSACRE

WHEN THEY TELL YOU
THE HOT TUB IS FREE

I'M FREE NOW,
WHO'LL BE THE FIRST TO FUCK ME?

VERONICA FOIS, CUM IN THE HOT TUB

- Let me have a look at you.
- Get off!

- Just look as this ass!
- Giada!

Nothing's changed, I see.

Get off me!

Guess the food wasn't too bad in there.

Did they give you hell at the gate?

I climbed the tree.

When I knocked, your father
thought I was one of them.

The graduation results are out.

- And?
- 62.

60 would have been better
at this point.

Well, at least I'm done
with that shitty school.

I'm dating a guy.

That's why you didn't come sooner.

It's because I didn't feel
like seeing you, Vero.

Do I know him?

No.

You're the only reason I came back.

What the fuck do you mean?

Anyway, I got a 78.

I've waited so long for this moment.

Pity you missed lunch, they were all here:
my brother, sister, cousins.

You remember my cousins?

Unfortunately, I was in Milan today.

Doing what?

Open days at the universities.

No, a smaller slice for me.

Here.

Never thought I'd see this room again,

I thought you'd have moved away.

You try persuading her.

Where would we go?

It's absurd enough
that you haven't opened up again.

- "Absurd" is overdoing it.
- Ask her mother whether it is.

- What's Mum got to do with it?
- Why didn't you reopen?

You promised me you would.

Go and smoke at the window.

I haven't had time to find a vase.
They're beautiful.

Don't worry about it, Ivan.

I wanted to call you, but then...

I know, really, don't worry.

Do you fancy going out?

You want to go out
as if nothing had happened?

Why not?

Are you playing dumb?

We'll try and sneak out.

Good evening.

We're here in front of the main gate
of the hotel, from which...

Get a move on!

This way, come on!

- What's this?
- It's Mum's, don't you remember?

When the fuck did you pass your test?

Hurry up, they'll see us.

Mum found another job in a hotel
that's further away, but it's nice.

But she's on maternity leave.

What the fuck do you mean?

I've a fucking seven-month-old
baby brother now.

And you started with the news about
your fling with what's his fucking name?

Jacopo.

Where are we going?
There's fuck all from here on.

Kiwi has closed down.

The managers took over a club
at Tre Ponti.

- We can go there if you want.
- What do you think?

I've not been out in two years.

Okay. Let's head there then.

Yes, it really is Veronica.

Is it her?

Thanks.

She's the one who wanted to come.

How crazy.
Just yesterday she was in...

Is that so?

To Veronica!

Jesus, they didn't even put ice in it.

I'm going to the toilet.

Shall I come with you?

No, I'm fine. Don't worry.

Vero!

How's it going?

Fine, enjoy your evening.

Can I get you a drink?

I'm sorry, I don't drink.

I don't think you recognise me.

I know who you are.

You've never even let on to me.
Why should we get a drink now?

Because I'm here on my own
and so are you.

No, I'm only queuing for the loo.

You might not have noticed
but everyone's staring at you.

- What the fuck do you want?
- What about Saturday evening then?

In case you change your mind.

You will change your mind!

Veronica, wake up!

I am awake.

Then answer me.

You made a mess downstairs,
you know?

No.

- "No" what?
- I don't know.

Pietro's shirt is ruined.

Who?

I've told you to close lids before
putting things back in the fridge.

Got it?
Just look at this mess.

Look at your hair. You look so scruffy.
It won't do.

What is it you want?

What did you drink last night
when you got home?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Not even some fruit juice?

- What fruit juice?
- You're not listening.

The one in the fridge.

No.

Tell me the truth, Veronica.

- I said I didn't.
- Okay.

Who drank it then?

It wasn't me.

Okay.

Either admit you drank it
or go help in the hotel.

But why?

There's no place for liars in here.

So, I either admit to something
I didn't do, or I'll get punished?

Is that your answer?

Shit, you're off your rocker.

REMEDIAL COURSES

And please don't come downstairs
in your underwear.

- What now?
- It's me, sweetie.

I just have to get something.

- Couldn't she come?
- She says she couldn't find it.

I feel like strangling her
sometimes too.

Why don't you try?

Coffee's ready, silly.

Come on.

How long since you and I
went on a trip together?

We're only going to Corsica,
not to Australia.

And they're working on the hotel...

It'd do you good too.

Of course.

What does it matter?

Listen...

We'll catch the last ferry out tonight.

I don't know! Monday, Tuesday...

I tell you what, we'll come back
when it suits you.

Talk to him, then let me know.

Bye.

You're so pretty!

Stop it!

- What are you doing?
- Stop it!

- I'll catch you!
- Dad!

See what a lovely day it is?
Go to the beach.

I might have to go and work
in the hotel.

Why? Is someone off sick again.

She's sick.

- Can you talk to her, please?
- Me?

You're crazy.

Simo, you're making it worse.

- What happened?
- Nothing.

I always get stains off, don't I honey?

- What are you doing today?
- They're bringing the tiles.

- Will you help choose the tiles, Simo?
- Yes, as if I'd nothing better to do.

Okay then. He's all yours.

Enlighten me, here.

Anyone want coffee?

- Not for me, thanks.
- I'm going out.

You have to leave it to dry, though.

- Why does the kid have to work today?
- She wants to.

It didn't sound like it.

Why don't you leave
these things to me?

You look gorgeous this morning.

Okay, I'll be off.

- Are you leaving then?
- Of course.

The roof over the lift is rotten.

- If there's an inspection...
- We'll see to it, Pietro.

- It looks dry to me.
- As good as new.

- Shall we get a move on too?
- I'll be right with you. Simo...

Okay. Darling, shall we go
outside and smoke?

Let's go.

So?

So?

Perfect, I'll let Sara know.

You make me sick.

You're saving me a fortune.

You can clean the toilets
for a month.

Well, guys,

I am officially keeping out
of this shitstorm.

I mean, after yesterday's photos

I'm still reading things like:

"Filthy murderer, crazy psychopath..."

What about this one?
"The Bloodthirsty Virgin"?

Come on, instead of insulting her,
be like those judges.

Bow to the force of love.

Veronica and Giada's fairytale.

By the way,
I wonder if last night,

when Giada took her Cinderella home,

she heard the bells ringing,

the famous two chimes of the heart.

Ding dong, ding dong.

Ivan, wait, just one question.

What do you say to those who claim

that what happened discredits
the acquittal yesterday?

- I'm not saying anything.
- You find it normal for your daughter

to spend her first night of freedom
in a disco with her witness?

Am I not making myself clear,
or are you all thick?

We're not answering any questions,
so don't hang about here.

They'll appeal against the sentence.

Don't you believe her behaviour
is unhelpful and inappropriate?

"Inappropriate" an evening out with her
best friend she hasn't seen for two years?

Maybe you don't realise
our legal system

took 22 months
to find her innocent.

What would you do in her place?

At 20 years old?

Would you stay shut up at home?

And you want to stay here?
Reopen the hotel?

Good job keeping out of sight.

TWO CHIMES OF THE CLOCK?

Veronica, you're not on holiday.

You have to be above criticism,
invisible.

THE BETRAYED WIDOW SPEAKS:
"MY PIETRO MURDERED TWICE"

Your life is at stake here,
get that into your head.

How much is this?

- Which?
- The yellow one.

40 euros, I think.

42.

You buy second-hand phones?

It depends on the model.

What will you give me for this?

What the fuck have you done?

Go and clean it up.

I tripped.

Pietro was my partner.

We were together about two years.

Whereas Elisabetta Fois
was my best friend.

So the two of them met through you.

Yes, and when I asked Betta to entrust
Pietro with the hotel renovation work,

they saw each other a lot more often.

- And they had an affair, right?
- I wouldn't describe it that way.

- How would you describe it?
- A moment of weakness.

Betta had always been an expert
at wallowing in these things.

Mrs Linardi, is it true you were
like one of the family in the Fois home?

- Yes.
- Right.

And it's true that you, more than anyone,
knew the dynamics within the family,

particularly the relationship
between the defendant and her mother?

I'd been Betta's shadow
since high school

and I looked after Veronica
before she could even speak.

Then describe this relationship to us.

Was it an ordinary emotional bond,
or was it conflicting, very conflicting...

They were always arguing.

Betta expected Veronica to behave...

No, she wanted her to be exactly
what she wanted her to be,

to stick to and share her own standards.

Things Veronica never did.

Can you be a bit more precise
about these demands?

Her appearance, mainly.
The fact that she was overweight,

that she dressed badly,
she found that intolerable.

Her anger, her apathy, the fact
she was doing badly at school...

What's school got to do with it?

Well, I'm hardly a psychologist

but very often, when someone
doesn't feel accepted,

in any context, I believe,

it's very unlikely
their full potential will emerge.

But I'm talking from personal
experience.

So, in your opinion,

Veronica didn't feel accepted

either by her mother
or by the outside world.

That's what you are saying, right?

- She had no friends.
- Forgive me.

Giada Marchi was her friend.

No, Giada is a different matter
altogether,

because she's the daughter
of the hotel maid

and she grew up in the hotel

alongside Veronica,
who happened to be...

how can I put it, the "boss".

The relationship was based on
affection, of course,

but...

The impression I got
was that Giada felt...

kind of obliged to be

protective towards her.
That's it.

You could've waited for me.

That's what I am doing.

What a pain, Vero!

Come on,

come in and don't bust my balls.

Do you really have to do this
for a whole month?

Like hell I'm working here
all month.

Come on, get a move on.

What the fuck did you do
to upset your mum this time?

No idea!

You're such an idiot!

- You should give up smoking.
- No, never.

Never. What the fuck...

- Stop it!
- Come on, what did you do?

- Tell me!
- That's enough!

Pass that here a sec.

Quiet!

Giada.

- Quiet.
- Right.

Come on, Giada.

Giada, come on!

- You've dark circles.
- You too.

- Hi, Mum.
- Hi, Sara.

- Why are you here?
- I'm helping her.

- She's keeping me company.
- Betta said it was a punishment.

Maybe I can punish myself
for the future.

I'm bound to screw up eventually.

Okay, but don't get me into trouble.

I'll ask, I'll say it was my idea.

That's not the point.

- I'll go and ask her, okay?
- Okay.

Of course it was your idea.

Your mother's so beautiful,
always so elegant.

Yes, very.

Her dress is so lovely.

Will you tell me what you got up to?

Nothing.

He must be one of them.

Who?

Your mum said the beach volleyball
teams are staying here.

Quite a few teams are.

I thought you were giving me a hand.

I stocked up the mini bar.

Put that thing down, it's not yours.

There's bound to be
some hot guys, right?

There, this one.

He's cute.

Do you reckon she does
these things too?

- Who?
- Your mum.

Just think how many people
she could've blackmailed.

Maybe she has
and she's made loads of money.

- I highly doubt it.
- How do you know?

And even if she had,
what's it to you?

I wouldn't have to pay for the drinks
every time we go out.

No one's asked you to pay
for a fuckin' thing.

Sorry.

Boys...
As far as you knew,

had Veronica ever had...

any experience with them?

A crush, maybe? A boyfriend?

Not that she mentioned, no.
And we spoke a lot.

Mrs Linardi,
did the victim ever speak to you

about her daughter's shyness?

Yes, several times
when talking about Veronica's sloppiness,

which was what bothered her most.

Because Betta really believed...

she feared the longer it went on,

the more permanent it would become.

That's why she kept insisting,

especially when it came
to this matter.

- And I think that's important.
- How so, Mrs Linardi?

- In the mother-daughter relationship?
- No more questions.

I mean, a young girl,
with those kinds of problems,

angry, seeing her mother
do those things,

at the precise moment

she has decided to lose her virginity,
how is she to react?

I think she would lose it, right?

Your nose ring too.

We've finished here.

This way.

- What time is it?
- Go back to sleep.

THE LAW IS EQUAL FOR ALL

The man's jugular
was cleanly severed

which would lead us to believe
he was caught by surprise

during intercourse.

The woman, on the other hand,
appears to have struggled

before being overcome
by the number of blows dealt.

Based on which elements

did you form your first theories?

Mainly after speaking
to the police doctor

who was called in straight away.

The doctor said
when the bodies were found,

the victims had been dead
for about three hours,

and he consequently calculated

the time of the murder
at around midnight.

Before you said

that Police HQ
sent you to the scene

after a phone call, is that right?

Yes, made by the daughter
of one of the victims,

Veronica Fois,
who, when we arrived there,

was waiting for us.

She was huddled in the corner
furthest from the tub.

Where?

The scene of the crime,
in the Jacuzzi.

On her body and clothes

did you see any traces of blood?

Yes, on both.

She was in a state of shock
and as she herself admitted,

visibly under the influence.

Were you able to establish
what substances she was on?

A mixture of alcohol and cocaine,

as, I repeat, she herself admitted

and subsequent tests confirmed.

Of course.

I see from the statements that...

maybe it was the shock
or the drugs, but...

the girl gave
a rather eccentric explanation

for her presence in that place

and why she was in that state.

Miss Fois claims
she went to the Jacuzzi room

to turn on the hot tub

to use with hotel guests,

two Dutch boys and her friend.

But when she got there
they were already on,

and at the entrance to the Jacuzzi,

she found clothes in a pile
on the floor

that probably belonged to her mother

and, having met him earlier
in the day, Mr Necchi.

Forgive me for interrupting,
but this is an important point.

So, up until this moment,

the girl, according to her version,

had still not seen the crime
that had taken place in the tub?

According to her statement, no.

As soon as she saw the clothes,
she returned to her friends,

made up some excuse
to postpone

their plans that evening.

She asked the Dutch boys
to return to their room

and sent her friend away.

And what did the girl do?
Again, according to her version?

She decided to go back down there

with the intention, it seems,

of making Elisabetta Fois
admit to her mistake.

But when she returned to the Jacuzzi,

she found herself faced with...

the slaughter.

She jumped into the water to see
if there was anything she could do,

but once she realised it was too late,

she took refuge in the corner
where we found her.

You mean after
she made the phone call?

No, she didn't call straight away.

How do you explain
such irrational behaviour?

She claims she was in a state
of traumatic trance,

she couldn't even remember
if she'd brought her phone.

A phone that continued to work

even after her dive into the water.

And you believed her?

About what?

Lieutenant, I would just like
to know if that night,

after hearing such
a complicated version of the facts,

the girl persuaded you
she was telling the truth.

I wouldn't know.

But I felt sorry for her.

I AM FULL OF RESENTMENT
I BLAME THE LORD

Well done.

Now put it in second gear.

That's right, accelerate.

Put it in third gear.
But don't accelerate too much.

Take it easy, we'll get there.

- Okay.
- Right, you have to...

Come on, clutch
and turn on the engine.

- Why aren't you answering that?
- I don't want to die.

I'm not going anywhere.

What a drag!

Hey!

Yes, I'm doing some errands.

I needed a few things.

I don't think we can meet today.

I'VE CHANGED MY MIND

What's that?

My new phone.

With Vero, shall I say hello for you?

I SWEAR I'D LOST HOPE.
SEE YOU TONIGHT THEN?

Speak to you later.

Okay, bye.

CHILL, WE'LL MEET TOMORROW.

Who are you texting?

That guy I met yesterday.

And?

Maybe...

I'll see him tomorrow.

That's great, Vero!

Oh God, I need to move my arse!

So what about this guy then?

- He's just some guy.
- Don't be an asshole.

Tell me who he is.

Guarnieri.

Guarnieri who?

Nicola Guarnieri,
he was at middle school with us.

No way!

- The one who got expelled?
- Yes, he's really hot now.

So, is he nice?

Of course, he wants to be
the first to screw me.

As long as he's hot,
what the fuck does it matter?

He seems a bit of an asshole.

They're all assholes.

- Even Jacopo?
- Especially Jacopo.

Shall we get something to eat?

All set.

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

Want to play?

Hell no.

I bought cigarettes too.

Bloody hell!

You're an idiot.

What will you do now?

Have you thought about it?

Nothing, I don't want to do anything.

You really have no plans?

I don't, really.

You must've thought about it
these last two years.

I would have.

Really?

You do realise you're free to do
whatever you want?

- Are you serious?
- What's that mean?

Go on, grab your phone,
let's play a fun game.

Google my name
and see what comes up.

I don't even know where my phone is.

Do you really think
anyone believes me?

The people who believe you
don't post online.

And where are these people?
Who are they?

Seriously, if you weren't you,
would you believe me?

Be honest, it's just us.

Why can't you think
things will turn out fine instead?

I'll always be the girl
who killed her mother.

You do realise that, right?

So stop talking crap.

Here we are, live from the roof terrace
of Hotel Holiday.

The pool is empty
and do you know why? Because...

Look how amazing the sea is today.

Look at the weather.

Look at the sun.

And us,

Veronica,

we're stuck on the terrace today.

- We can go watch beach volleyball.
- I don't feel like it, Giada.

Vero, we can go and watch
beach volleyball.

- But it will be crowded.
- Precisely!

We'll have some fun,
meet some people.

Come on, we told them we'd be there.

Why can't we go?

Come on!

It's summer, Vero!

Okay, but not for long.

- Then we'll leave.
- Okay.

Come on, give me a smile.

You're so silly!

Perfect hit,

finished off with this fine throw.

It's out!

My ball!

Today Italy is playing Holland.

Well done!

It disgusts you but you screw him.

- It's disgusting.
- But it's natural.

So it's normal to swallow that stuff?

Babe, please,

tell her the truth.

- Go on.
- Don't know what you're talking about.

The truth is you're not capable
and don't want to show yourself up.

Would you be capable?

I'm decent enough.

How do you know?

Because Fabio's happy.

How many girls has Fabio been with?

Dunno, why does that matter?

Let's say three.

Let's say two of them
sucked his dick,

you're the third
to give him a blowjob in his life.

Isn't it obvious he'd be happy?

I don't know, I don't follow you.

I'm just saying that swallowing
a bit of his warm, natural spunk

doesn't make you a blowjob expert.

- I never said I was an expert.
- And how do you know it's warm?

Anyway, your friends
are taking a break.

Shall we go and say hi?

Send her, she's the expert.

Why just her?
They knew we were both coming.

Okay.

The tournament
will continue all afternoon

and will end with the last games
in the round

this very evening.

Hi. Well, can I have your dick then?

Of course, you can have
my friend's too.

Great, at last!
Two dicks for the price of one.

Wait a minute,
are you still a virgin?

Jesus, is it so obvious?

You're such a bitch.

Then what happened?

Around 8:30, 8:45,
I went to pick her up.

And from there you went to purchase
the cocaine, is that right?

Yes.

Whose idea was it
to purchase some cocaine?

- Mine, I think.
- I'm sorry, I didn't hear you.

Speak up.

Mine.

Carry on.

We joined the guys

in a bar on the beach
and started drinking.

Is that where you took the drugs?

No, at the club we went to later.

We went to the toilet
to snort a line

and when we came out
they noticed

and they wanted some too.

So I...

I suggested we go back
to their hotel room.

So it was your idea
to go back to the hotel?

But in the end you didn't go
to their room, did you?

No.

No, because...

when we got there,
Veronica was scared

someone would hear us
and catch us.

Then what happened?

Nothing, they started drinking
and snorting coke again.

"They" started?

So you didn't take part
at this point?

No, I didn't feel like it anymore.

So you weren't extremely intoxicated,
is that right?

- Not at the end of the night, no.
- What about the defendant?

Did your friend start
"letting her hair down" again?

Like the other two.

Was Veronica used to
this level of drug abuse?

I mean, did she often
take part in evenings like this?

Absolutely not, we've always been
very ordinary girls.

No one here is doubting
your word, miss.

We were just a bit nervous
about going on that date.

You too?

Yes,

for my friend Veronica.

The tall boy seemed
rather interested in her.

The tall boy?

You don't even remember his name?
"The tall boy."

- His name was Jan.
- That's right, Jan.

Forgive me, so...

what was the reason
for you being so nervous?

I mean, a boy showed some interest
in one of your peers,

on a summer evening
we can describe as "boisterous".

Explain it to me.

Let's say we had some expectations
for that evening.

Please explain that better.

We decided that if things
worked out okay,

Veronica would make love
with him.

With the tall boy?

Yes.

Did the tall one show any interest
towards you?

- Towards me?
- Yes, Miss Marchi, towards you.

Because we have a statement from
the tall boy, from Jan Jansen,

about some significant effusions
between the two of you.

- I wouldn't call them significant.
- How would you describe them then?

At a certain point we were all rather high
and we lost control.

But you just said
you weren't that high.

That doesn't mean
it was an easy situation.

What wasn't easy?

The guys were older than us,
we didn't know how to behave.

I see. So you are saying
that in some way

you were at the mercy
of two young adults,

drunk and with hormones
that were difficult to hold back?

Is that what you're saying?

Sort of, yes.

Excuse me?

- Yes.
- Yet...

it wasn't their idea
to go to the Jacuzzi.

- No.
- Whose idea was it?

Yours by any chance?

Yes.

So intrepid.

Now, forgive me, it comes
natural for me to ask you

if the defendant immediately
went along with this plan.

That was a question, Miss Marchi.

No.

Veronica was afraid
we'd get caught,

so she went down
to check it out first.

And she left you on your own
with those predators?

- I never called them that.
- But it sounded like it.

But the thing is, it appears
you had no objections.

She'd only be gone a minute.

And what happened
when Veronica got back?

She said we'd been caught
and we had to get out of there.

And that's what you did.
You left, right?

My friend asked me to.

May I ask you

what your friend's emotional
state was in that moment?

She was...

distraught.

I can imagine she was.

You couldn't have the slightest idea

why your friend
was looking so upset, but...

but you could see
how confused and distraught she was.

You could see that
with your own eyes, right?

Yet you still left.

Your Honour, this tormenting
of the witness

is totally unjustified
in a trial like this.

Indeed, we too

would like to understand

where the Public Prosecutor's
questions are leading.

Your Honour,

I am simply trying to zoom in on

Miss Fois's psychological profile

at the precise moment she discovers
her mother with Mr Necchi.

Because, you see,

I believe this testimony

is essential for adding further details
to this psychological profile.

That is, her best friend,

the one who organised the evening
in every single detail,

the person who should have been,
probably more than anyone else,

supportive of her friend
at a time which was

absolutely crucial in the girl's life.

Yet, not only did she flirt
with the boy she fancied,

not only did she leave the girl
to go down on her own

to the Jacuzzi
to discover something intolerable,

to discover something unbearable,

she even went away.

She abandoned her,

she left the girl on her own

to face that hell.

Your Honour, forgive
my malicious line of thought,

but I find it rather obvious
that it is probably

because she wants to find a...

how can I put it, understandable

but, alas,
dramatically sterile redemption,

that our witness insists on saying

she is sure she only heard
two chimes from that bell tower.

Because you, miss,
continue to confirm

this is what happened, right?

Yes, that's correct.

That'll be all.

It's filthy.

Shit!

What's she doing here?

She was at the market too.

- You reckon she's following you?
- I don't know. Let's leave.

No, you stay here.

- Leave this to me.
- Where are you going?

- Stay here.
- No! No!

Excuse me, what the fuck
are you doing?

Why are you filming us?
Why are you following my friend?

- Turn that fucking phone off.
- Keep away from me!

Veronica, Veronica, look this way!

Veronica, Veronica!

Look over here!

Look this way, Veronica.

Veronica!

The murder weapon,
judging from the stab wounds,

appears to be compatible
with a pair of garden shears

that are missing from a cupboard
next to the Jacuzzi.

Unfortunately,
despite a thorough search,

they were never found.

- They were always arguing.
- What did they argue about?

Everything.

Betta expected Veronica
to behave...

- So what have you decided to wear?
- Dunno.

I see you've been trying things on.

No, my bitchy mother asked me
to tidy my wardrobe out.

Good job...

I mean, look what a bitch she is!

Get it? She wants to punish me.

- What is that?
- A list of remedial courses.

My mother would punish me too
if I came home with three bad marks.

Fuck off!

Dad, fuck! I'm not dressed!

Unbelievable!

So?

- Why don't you want to?
- Because I'm tired.

Why don't you want to?

I told you, I have to tidy up.

Or rather, I have to tidy up,
study and sleep.

Vero, why don't you want to?

Because I'm afraid to do it,
but I shouldn't be, it's so natural.

You're such a fool!

Babe,
what's more natural to swallow?

- Fabio's happy when I swallow it.
- That's enough now, Vero!

That's the truth.

What have I said?

Nothing.

- Half past eight, okay?
- Okay.

Sorry, but I'm leaving right now.

If I miss it, I'll catch one
tomorrow morning.

You can get the keys from Alesya,

the woman downstairs.

Right. Bye.

- When will you be back?
- Who says I'm coming back?

- What are you doing tonight?
- I'm going out.

- With Giada?
- And a couple of guys.

From the beach volleyball tournament.

- Are they from around here?
- They're Dutch.

Dutch, awesome!

You always used to ask me
to go with you.

- Why don't you ask me anymore?
- Dunno.

Maybe because
I don't like you as much.

I mean it.

Why don't you ask me
to go along anymore?

- What do you want me to do?
- Ask me to go with you.

Ask me to go with you,
I'll have a bag ready in 90 secs.

You're amazing,
but I'm not falling for it.

Bye, kiddo.

- What time's your ferry?
- At seven.

You'll never make it.

Don't get into too much trouble
with your friend.

Mr Fois, tell us a bit more

about your marriage.

Were there no problems,
no marital misunderstandings?

Lots of misunderstandings.

If you want, we can call them
"regular marital crises".

I see, and...

what stance did your daughter take
in these crises?

She was upset,

like all kids in these situations.

No, I meant her position on them.

Mr Fois, whose side
did your daughter take?

Mainly mine.

And how do you explain that?

I think it's normal for a girl her age

to side with her father,
not her mother.

Please be a bit more specific,

give us more.

Can you identify one particular reason

that could have led the defendant

to take your side over your wife's?

Maybe Betta,

with her strength and self-confidence,

at times could have been a mother...

a bit troublesome.

Wait, forgive me, did you really use
the word "troublesome"?

I object, Your Honour!

The prosecution is distorting
the meaning of the witness's words.

I was merely repeating

an adjective the witness himself
used, Your Honour.

Objection sustained.

Mr Fois, did you also consider
Elisabetta a troublesome wife?

- I object, for God's sake!
- It's a normal question, Your Honour.

The Court sustains the defence's
objection again.

Your Honour,
in one of the early testimonies

greater elements of conflict emerged

from those Mr Fois is describing now.

That is, already in the past
the girl had discovered

her mother had had other affairs.

About how much you knew
about these, Mr Fois,

Veronica was rather vague.

I don't know what you mean by vague,
but I knew nothing at all,

if that's what you're asking.

She told me the first time
I went to visit her in prison.

Forgive me, but you're saying
until that moment,

you had no idea
about your wife's affairs?

As they say,
we're always the last to know.

If that's true, I can't find any reason

for a recent statement
given by Mrs Simona Linardi.

Please, Your Honour, the Defence
has wasted enough energy

in proving this accusation
does not stand up...

You see, Mrs Linardi stated

that just a few weeks before the murder,

at the end of a meal
that she described as "rather tense",

after stepping to one side,
she heard you tell your daughter

these precise words, Your Honour.

"That bitch needs to be taught a lesson."

Do you remember this conversation
with your daughter, Mr Fois?

I can't hear you.

- No.
- No.

So you are saying
the witness made up

this precise and detailed story,

for whatever reason,
to put you in a bad light?

Those are your words not mine.

I find it hard to think badly
of people.

Excuse me,
what the fuck are you doing?

Why are you filming us?
Why are you following my friend?

- Turn that fucking phone off!
- Keep away from me!

- So she's not the one who slapped her.
- She was slapped.

- It's clear, right?
- It's not fucking clear at all!

This video is everywhere.

Why the hell did she threaten her
and make her drop her phone?

And why the hell did you go
to the cemetery with her?

We could have gone together!

It would have looked different.

Is this bad?

We'll obviously tell people
how things really stand.

Then we'll make a complaint against her,

so that bitch realises
we're not messing about.

Though this won't be good for you
or your friend.

What do you mean?

- It means at the appeal...
- No, I mean

what could happen to Giada?

They'll tear her apart.

Will you go and pay?

Here you are.

Thanks.

Veronica?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt.

- Have we met?
- I was a teacher at Bonvicini School.

Not yours,

but I did stand in for some lessons.

But you were too young to remember.

I don't remember.

Of course you wouldn't.

Look, to be honest,
I just wanted to tell you...

both of you, that I never,

ever doubted your story.

- Not even when they came...
- Can't you see we're eating?

I'm sorry, you're quite right. Sorry.

Carry on, forgive me. Sorry.

You were right, Dad. Let's leave.

I mean leave here for good.

We'll go to that apartment
in Corsica you like.

Are you joking?

Some things will never change,

after just one day
I've realised that.

And after what you've been through,

I want you to be happy too.

We've still got something
to live on, right?

Yes.

- We can leave on Monday if you want.
- Why not tomorrow?

Let's get out of here, Dad.

I'll settle the bill.

I'll walk back, if you don't mind.

But if you bump into the press,
give them a smile,

then we'll have a nice photo.

- How much do I owe?
- What did you have?

A coke, a beer and two focaccias.

- 16 euros.
- Thanks.

DO YOU FANCY MEETING UP?

No, of course not.
All the better.

Knowing him, after the text I sent,
he'll stay in Corsica.

Did you talk to Pietro?

That's a possibility,

the other is he'll say it's his phone,

and he can change his PIN when he wants

and that you stalking him
is proof he's right to change it.

If he says that, what'll you do?

I don't think so, Simo.

If he goes, you'd throw yourself
at his feet begging him not to go.

Then he'd really feel justified
to do whatever he fucking wants.

Try trusting him.

Yes, of course.

Okay, I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Okay?

Bye.

Veronica?

Yes?

Your punishment.

It's finished.

- Really?
- Yes.

What's up?

- Aren't you pleased?
- Yes.

Really happy.

I heard my phone ring.
Can you see who it was?

It's there, on the sink.

32907.

It's a voice message from Dad.

See what he wants.

Hello, darling.

I waited for you, but in the end
I had to leave.

Did you find your tiles?

I really hope so.

Listen, by the way...

- No, wait.
- About your subtle scolding

about my weekends away,

do you really think I intend
to waste my life

working in your shitty little hotel?

No, because if you do,
sweetie, I'm sorry,

you've burnt up the last
four rotten neurons you had left.

How many do you have left?

I mean, do you even have one left?

For once, you poor fool,
think about it.

Because if I get out of your way,

it's much easier for you
to do those things

you're famous for in town.

Think about it,
between one tile and the next.

See you Monday, you whore.

Can I go?

You look nice.

Then my friends arrived

and calmed me down

because I couldn't really care less.

It's just a shitty football match, so...

So?

- Nothing.
- Where are you taking me?

I don't know.

I thought somewhere quiet.

Okay.

But you don't have to worry.

I'm not worried.

Good.

That woman really pissed you off.

I saw the video.

But I would have been pissed off too

if a bitch had started filming me

while I was...

Pull in over there.

Sorry, I'm a dumbass.

I didn't mean...

- Let's fuck.
- What?

- Let's fuck.
- Yes.

Come here.

Come here.

- Am I hurting you?
- Shut up.

Turn round.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

- Let's go.
- My T-shirt.

Right here.

If you want
we could grab a pizza,

it's not ten yet.

No, I told you, I'm leaving early.

Okay, but we'll be in touch.

- Yes, we'll be in touch.
- Okay.

Bye.

With the Court's permission,

the defendant would like to give
a spontaneous statement.

The Court agrees, go ahead.

I've had a storm inside me
for the last year,

emotions so painful,
I can't even give them a name.

But I am sure lots of people
would be able to:

remorse, repentance, dismay.

Or even the opposite:
resentment, revenge, triumph.

In any case, my role
appears clear to everybody:

I am the murderer.

Also because, as the Prosecutor
has said several times,

if I didn't do it, then who did?

I don't have an answer
to that question.

As far as I am concerned,
it could have been anybody.

Someone who hated Mr Necchi,

for reasons you might never discover.

Or a hotel guest,

or a thief who was in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

Or maybe a madman,
someone who had no reason

to kill them, but still did.

The problem is that this "someone",
for the Public Prosecutor

and the media,
is someone elusive

and so I am the one
who fits the picture.

Because she was beautiful
and I'm not,

she knew how to behave,
interact with people, dress,

and I am bad-mannered,
aggressive and unpleasant.

I could carry on,

but you're only interested
in one thing:

she was everything people desire,

and I am everything you discard.

And it's true, you're right.

But is that a good enough
reason to kill her?

To stab her goodness knows
how many times with garden shears?

You think it is.

It's enough for you
to make me rot in jail,

even if there's no proof,

even if I'm innocent.

Even if you'll consider this statement
the impudence of some monster.

But I'm not a monster, I'm just
a daughter who lost her mother

and is still mourning her.

Guys, this way.

Be quiet, quiet.

Not there, don't go over there.
Giada!

Let's go upstairs.

Come on!

Quiet, guys.

What the fuck's he doing?

What the hell?

What have we done?

Why don't we go downstairs?

- Where?
- To the Jacuzzi.

- Stop talking crap!
- Please, Vero.

I beg you.
Let's have a dip.

It'd be fun.

Come on, let go of me.

Let go!

Let go of me!

Well, Vero? Can we go then?

Okay, but I'll go down first.

- That didn't take long.
- I rushed over.

What's this?

I got it from the hotel cellar,

but it's warm.

- Will you open it?
- I'll open it.

Farewell then, Vero.

Tastes like fizzy pee.

No, you drink it.
Give me that cigarette.

I knew you'd move away.

I just hoped
it wouldn't be this soon.

Yes, me too.

But we're always screwing up here.

If you think about it,
we never choose to do things.

I've never chosen fuck-all.

More or less.

We shouldn't stay up here too long.

When it's done,
I'll text you good night.