01x01 - Death Rites

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Good morning. The gate was open
so I came in. I have this for you.

Come in.

- Where shall I put it?
- Through there.

- Here?
- Yes, thanks.

- Have you just moved in?
- Two years ago.

Petra Delicato, right?
Nice name.

It’s the one I have.

Excuse me,
can I ask you something?

Have you got crickets in the house?

Yes. For the spider.

- Thanks. Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- Here’s our lawyer.
- The documents you wanted.

- Like some?
- No, thanks.

- A coffee?
- Thanks, I just had one.

Come on in, lawyer.

- You’re a lawyer too.
- No, I have a law degree, but I’m a cop.

- You actually worked as a lawyer.

Inspector, you remember
you’re on call tonight?

Of course.
From 7 pm and 7 am, as usual.

Give us a smile sometimes.

Sure, when I have a reason to.

Inspector Delicato,
a girl needs to be taken to hospital.

- But I’m just coming off shift.
- No one’s shown up yet.

Can you come upstairs with me?

She says she was r*ped.

Can’t someone else deal with it?

- Who should be on duty with you?
- I don’t know.

I’ve got three containers.
I won’t accept less than 50,000.

- Make that clear to him.
- Leave it to me.

Here they are!

Hi, Antonio.
You should come with us sometime.

- We’re off to the Orkneys on Thursday.
- No, I’m no sailor.

The Orkney Islands, the North Sea.

The North Sea? No way.
Give me the Canary Islands.

Sure is warmer.

Goon, laugh. I’m about to pull off
the deal of the century.

Good for you.

What’s up?

Okay. I’m on my way.

- Had you had a lot to drink?
- Two or three beers. I don’t remember.

What about that?
How did he do that?

Don’t f*cking touch!
It hurts like hell.

May I?

- Good morning. Are you her father?
- No, actually I’m Deputy Inspector Monte.

I’m Inspector Delicato.

We were saying...
when he did that to you,

can you remember if he moved
in any particular way?

No, he just pressed down on it
and then I felt an awful pain.

- Why were you carrying a knife?
- Why do you think?

- I want to go home.
- Sorry, but we need your statement first.

Excuse me...

Would you like a coffee?

And here we have...
a whole-wheat croissant.

No croissant.

Do you mind if I eat it, then?

Antonio.

Salome.

Is there someone
you’d like us to call?

No, my friend’s here. It’s fine.

How old are you, Salome?

So we have nothing? No witnesses,
nothing about where the r*pe took place?

No. The girl isn’t cooperating.
She says she can’t remember.

She has a strange wound
on her arm.

The doctor says it was done
with a sharp object, maybe a blade.

How come I haven’t seen you
around before?

I work in the Mobile Squad archive.
I was on call.

I’ll pass everything on
to Homicide.

Could I have one of yours?

Sure, here.

Monte...

So, did you manage
to get anything out of the girl?

The as*ault happened
in Vicolo della Corte Bassa.

She was coming from
the Samarcanda Cafe, by the harbour.

She’d left with a friend around 3 a.m.

They walked part of the way together,

then Salome headed home
via the old town.

- Was he a foreigner?
- She says he was Italian.

He was fair, hardly spoke
and wore a black hoodie.

An interesting detail:
it was a r*pe with no ejaculation.

Excellent, Monte. Send me her statement
and the results from Forensics.

Keep up the good work.

Sorry, Inspector. I didn’t mean
to take over in front of the prosecutor.

But...

maybe it’s your first time
out in the field.

It is, yes.

It’s more or less the route I sent you.

I want phone logs,
CCTV footage, not just ours.

And send two officers out to do
door-to-door checks in a 2 or 3 km radius.

The r*pe took place
between 3 and 5 a.m.

but check before and after that too.

And find out more
about the girl’s acquaintances.

Her friends, unusual contacts,
all of that.

Perfect.

Well, I’ll be going now.
Everything’s under control.

So you’ve already answered
the most important question.

- Meaning?
- They knew each other.

I couldn’t say. Maybe they met
at the pub and he followed her.

Don’t see any relationship.

There’s always a relationship, Monte.

Wait, add these ones too.

So, you’re still here?

We’ve gathered the documentation.

Great. Good work, Petra.

You’ll be continuing.

Continuing what?

Pessone’s not available.
We need you on the case.

No, I’m fine where I am.

Me too. I’m working
on a smuggling case.

It’s just for now.
Pessone will take over once he’s back.

You’ll need this.

You haven’t eaten, have you?

- You can’t keep stalking me.
- I see you’re in a great mood as usual.

So you’ve got a case at last.

At least you’ll
be out of that archive.

What’s so bad about the archive?
I like it.

You didn’t join the police
to be shut in there.

They’ve put me with this guy...
You can’t imagine.

Well?

- What does he look like?
- What do you care? Why do you ask?

You and I aren’t together any more.
You need to remember that.

I will, but put some socks on
or you’ll catch cold.

Our camera.

There he is.

Rewind. Zoom in.

That’s the last image we have,
then we lose them.

It’s useless.

Anyway, it makes no difference.

So the people who said
they were bribed were lying?

I didn’t say that. But if they’re
convicted, many people would benefit.

It’s a baseless accusation.
No charges have...

Inspector?

Okay.
Anyway, let’s go for a beer.

- Thanks.
- You’re welcome, Inspector.

The DNA result is incomplete.
Without any semen, it reveals little.

No witnesses, no fingerprints,
no unusual contacts on the girl’s phone.

So they didn’t know each other.

So it seems.

Listen, I know everyone at the station,
but I’ve never seen you.

Because I’m always in the archive.

Petra Delicato...

It’s like Peter... but for a woman.

No, it’s simply Petra.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

Inspector, just so you know,
I’m not the sandwich type.

For me lunch is a hot dish,
maybe with a glass of wine.

No. Let’s be clear about this,
Deputy Inspector.

We’re here at the Samarcanda for work,
so we might as well have a sandwich.

Your wife can cook you
a hot dish at home.

My wife’s dead
and I live in temporary lodgings.

You’ll have to cook it yourself, then.

A beer.

What the hell are you staring at?

- How are you?
- Super. Checking up on me?

- Good. I don’t need you to.

Look, there’s nothing wrong
with being scared.

Scared?

Of who? That loser?

Don’t you want us to catch him?

No.

I just want him to die.

You shouldn’t say that to the police.

Do you remember if anyone looked at you
or tried to approach you that night?

- No, I don’t.
- Please try, it’s important.

I said I don’t remember. Don’t you get it?
I was drunk. For f*ck’s sake!

Inspector, did you read the report?

The girl’s right.
Her alcohol reading was 4.6.

When you’ve had that much,
you’re like a dummy.

I’ve compiled a list
of recently released convicted rapists

and called them in.

Who told you to do that?

I can send them home.
You call the shots.

That’s not what I said.
I just said you should have asked.

- You don’t like having a female boss.
- No, it’s just that it’s the first time.

Don’t worry. An archivist and a cop
approaching retirement won’t last long.

I’ve got plenty of time left.
I’ll choose when I retire.

Inspector, one of them
has confessed.

He has previous for dealing
and harassment.

- What exactly has he confessed to?
- The r*pe. He says it was him.

We’ll see.

- So it was you?
- Yes, I already told your colleague.

- And now you can tell me.
- Again?

Just check on the computer.
Can’t you read?

- Go on.
- A bit of respect!

- Where did you meet the girl?
- I don’t remember.

Do you remember what she was wearing?
A skirt? Slacks?

I remember that she liked d*ck.

Monte, stop!

Want to know what I did to her?

I rammed my d*ck into her.
She couldn’t get enough.

She opened her legs wide, like this.

Yes, yes...

But she wasn’t crying.
She loved it, she wanted to come.

So...

Mirko.

Okay. You’re right.
No more questions.

Stand up and get undressed.

- Are you taking the piss?
- No, routine checks. Get undressed.

- You have no right, darling.
- Get undressed.

- Like f*ck I will!
- Inspector...

I won’t tell you again.
Get undressed.

Hands behind your back.

Let’s start again.

Where did you meet the girl?

- I don’t know. In the street.
- What street?

All this Is ill*gal.

All this is ill*gal!

Raping a girl is ill*gal.

It wasn’t me.

It wasn’t me!

I read it in the news,
but you guys keep calling me in,

ever since I was released.

But I was working that night.
You can check.

Can I get dressed?
I’m not feeling that good.

It wasn’t me.

- I didn’t get that.
- It wasn’t me!

Very well, you can get dressed.

Monte, you can’t just walk out like that.
Go back and sign the statement.

- I’m not signing that statement.
- Have I offended your male pride?

Not that again. You humiliated him
and violated his rights.

No. I just did it my way.

You took advantage of the fact
that you’re a woman.

So what if I did?

Looks like it worked.

And I’d do it again.

If you don’t like it,
go back to your smuggling case.

Hi.

It’s good to see you.

- You haven’t changed, young as ever.

Good evening.

I ordered champagne.
I hope you still like it.

How did you know I was in Genoa?

Amanda told me. She also said
she hasn’t heard from you in a while.

My sister exaggerates, you know her.

- I speak to her more than you do.
- Maybe you should have married her.

- The problem is that I wanted you.
- Likewise.

It didn’t seem that way.

Nicola, why did you call me?

- I’m handling a lawsuit here in Genoa.
- No, why did you get in touch?

I’m getting married again.

Good, I’m happy for you.

- Are you with anyone?
- No, no one.

I heard you left the archive.

As a position,
it was somewhat... low key.

Low key, yes.

- How you wanted me to be.
- I liked you as you were.

It was you who was pretending
to be someone else.

And you succeeded.
Congratulations.

Then one day I turned around
and you were gone... vanished.

Maybe you’re pretending even now.

- This life you’ve chosen...
- It’s my life.

Really? I think you’re trying
to prove something to yourself.

It’s not that complicated.
I’ve simply changed.

You haven’t changed at all.

As soon as something goes well for you,
you can’t wait to destroy it.

- Inspector, we have another victim.

A girl was r*ped in the old town.

She has the same mark
on her arm as Salome.

The girl’s name is Domenica Ripuentes.
She’s from Ecuador, aged 19.

That’s her boyfriend. We ran checks.
He has previous for theft, petty stuff.

Another r*pe without ejaculation?

But in this case the girl was chaste.

A virgin?

She also reported that mammary fondling
and sucking took place beforehand.

Monte, why the f*ck
do you talk like that?

Don’t be shy. We women say
“t*ts”, “p*ssy”, “screw”.

I’ll go in alone.

Spare you the embarrassment
of my smutty eloquence.

My mother works nights
at a lady’s house.

I'd gone there with her.

I was leaving...

There was no one around.

Then... a young guy
came up behind me.

- A young guy? Did you see him?

But he seemed young... agile.

What more can you tell me?

He had a black hoodie
covering his head.

Did he say anything?

Would you say
he was Italian or foreign?

I don’t know!

He didn’t speak.

He was fair-skinned.

Was he very violent?

He did his business
and then he left.

- What about this?
- That really hurt.

He grabbed my wrist
and gave me that wound.

Do you have any idea
what he used?

Did he take something
out of his pocket?

Just before I felt the pain,
I heard this noise.

A sort of click... something like that.

Like the sound of something opening.
Then he pressed down.

May I?

Thanks.

It looks more defined
than Salome’s one.

He did a better job.

It’s not a religious symbol.
It’s more like... a flower or a star.

Inspector, do you have crickets here?

- Yes, for the spider.
- Why do you have a spider?

It asks for nothing, does nothing
and wants nothing. Man’s best friend.

What do the phone logs tell us?

No phone use at any of the sites
where the girls were attacked.

But the DNA on both girls was similar,
so it could be the same person.

Excuse me, Inspector,
but might I have a drop of... wine?

- I have a bit of a...
- Yes.

We should focus on the girls.

- Or on him.
- We have nothing on him.

The girls are from different backgrounds,
but they’re similar in appearance.

They’re both slim, petite.

Easy to...

- To handle.
- Maybe that’s how he likes them.

And marking them...
that’s a cold, calculated act.

And why doesn’t he come?

I mean, at the cl*max of intercourse,
why doesn’t he ej*cul*te?

You’re mocking me, Inspector.

But you’re wrong. I’m not a prude.

Really?

May I? The gate was open.

You’re a stalker.

- Do you need help, Inspector?
- No, don’t worry, this is...

Lorenzo, her ex-husband. Hi.

Deputy Inspector Monte.

He’s young, I know.

- Well, VII go now.
- No, I’ll go. Sorry.

- You’re working.
- We’re done.

Okay! We’re all hungry.

Let’s take a break.

After you.

This is delicious. Did you make it?

- Yes. I work in a restaurant.
- I’ll come by.

Great. Try to persuade Petra.
She never comes.

We’re very busy. We don’t have time
to drop in at radical chic joints.

But you’ll eat home-delivered
radical chic food.

Petra has many skills,
but cooking isn’t one of them.

But I am honest.
Once dinner’s over, you can go home.

She’s a bit curt too. Lately she’s put out
her “Do not disturb” sign.

- That’s an exceptional metaphor.
- I know!

Were you two really married?

Yes.
No.

No.
Yes.

Inspector, are we dealing
with a serial r*pist?

It’s possible that the two cases
are connected.

The victims have the same marks.
A connection seems obvious.

Great deduction.
Would you like to take over?

Tell me, is it true
that this is your first case?

Is it true that you journalists
never mind your own g*dd*mn business?

Tell me, is it true
that this is your first case?

Is it true that you journalists
nevermind your own g*dd*mn business?

Petra, you surprise me.

You’re an experienced lawyer.
Is this any way to deal with the press?

Violence against women
is a huge issue right now.

We all need to calm down here.

He pushes them to the ground...
and restrains their hands.

And when he’s finished,
he carries out a swift manoeuvre.

He can’t be holding anything or he
wouldn’t be able to restrain the girls.

So he has to do this,

with something he has on his arm,
a bracelet... or a watch...

which makes a dull sound, a click.

Click.

It’s happened again.

This time in a well-off neighbourhood.

My daughter’s upset.
You must leave her alone.

This is important.
We may learn more...

You’ve done nothing so far.
It’s your fault that Cristina was r*ped.

We understand you’re upset,
but we’re just doing our job.

You should have done that before.
It’s too late now.

If you don’t let us speak to her,
she’ll have to come to the station.

- I want to talk to your superior.
- That’s me.

You’re just an inspector.
I’m going to take this further.

I’ll have you replaced in no time.

Wait, are you threatening me?

If you hinder our inquiry,
I’ll report you, understood?

Dad, it’s okay.
I’d rather talk to them here.

Would you mind telling me
what happened?

He did it to me too.

He didn’t succeed the first time
because I moved my arm.

So he got mad
and did it again, but...

really hard.

Traces of rhodium were found
in the girl’s wound.

It’s a metal used in jewellery making.

Thank you, doctor.

Discuss this with Pessone
and update him.

- Is he back?
- Yes. He and Bonamini will take over.

The girl’s dad’s behind this, right?

I’m being pressured from all sides.
If we need you again, we’ll call you.

Last flight of stairs, basement.
You’ll find me there.

You’re annoyed, right?

- What?
- That we’re off the case.

I like to finish what I start.

Me too.

I hate to admit it,
but I was enjoying this case.

At first I just wanted my old job back.
But leaving this in Pessone’s hands...

It pisses you off.

Hey! Mind your language.

I’m still your boss, remember.

You’re a bit unpredictable, you know.

That’s what my ex-husband said.

- Lorenzo. A nice guy.
- Not him. Nicola.

You’ve been married twice?

- Does that shock you?
- No, it’s not my place to judge.

But I detect a hint of judgment
in your tone.

Okay, I’m old-fashioned.
I believe that marriage is for life.

That’s how I am.
I stayed with my wife right till the end.

I regretted both my marriages
right from the start.

When I was transferred to Genoa,

I’d come here
to watch people in their finery.

- You’ve never been inside?
- My town didn’t have an opera house.

My dad was an amateur tenor.
He sang in a choir and at home.

I know all the arias off by heart.

You should get a ticket and go.
It’s not that difficult.

I know, but it is for me.

Are you happy, Antonio?

What kind of question is that, Inspector?
Who thinks about things like that?

I don’t know. With your wife...

All those years.
You must have been happy sometimes.

Dunno.

I thought so,
but now I’m not so sure.

I can’t work like this.

- Did you hear me?
- What is it?

I can’t clean properly around these boxes.
When will you be moving them?

Listen, Alba, I live here, not you.

- And I keep coming across crickets.
- If you find any, put them in the jar.

No, I’m not touching them.
They’re gross.

- Monte?
- Petra...

Turn on the TV.
The local channel’s talking about us.

I just want them to catch him.

So that girts who go out atone, tike me,
don’t need to be scared.

...even about your private life?

Yes, they asked me
a toad of questions.

The third victim’s been sent abroad
by her parents. Any comment?

They did the right thing.
At least she 7/ be safe.

Salome, have you ever wondered
why that man chose you?

He obviously liked me.

Did you know that Inspector Delicate
has been taken off the case?

Yes.

I’m glad.

What they’re saying isn’t true!

If we pander to what the press and
people say, our reputation will be sh*t.

You and Monte didn’t have
anything to go on, admit it.

But we do! We know that this guy
has no access to the female world.

At least not the one he wants.

Drop the theories.
Right now we need facts.

He likes them slim, petite.

He’s not passionate,
smart or calculating. He’s fragile.

He’s incapable of having
a normal relationship.

But he’s not a sadist.
There are no other wounds.

He doesn’t even get
pleasure out of it.

He’s proud of his act.
He leaves his mark, then leaves.

I don’t know who he is yet.

But I know the type.

Have you finished? If you hadn’t noticed,
I’m having dinner with my family.

Exactly.
Put me back on the case.

That way you can enjoy
your dessert.

You’ll be reporting to Pessone.
He’s back on the job now.

We’ve checked. That type of rhodium
is rarely used now by jewellers.

But we’ve found four who still use it.

Here’s the list.

I want a detailed report by tonight.

And be back here for a briefing
tomorrow morning at 9.30.

Okay. “Report” and “briefing”.

Does it sound
less credible in Italian?

We’re going.

- Perfect, thank you.
- Thank you.

Still two to go, right?

Yes, then we’re done.

They’re naval chronometers, very old.

Nice.

Have you ever made a bracelet
or watch with cutting edges?

Meaning?

I’m Deputy Inspector Monte.
This is Inspector Delicato.

These are used to snort coke, right?

I’ll ask you again.
Have you ever made a bracelet?

I don’t remember.

We’ll take your computer, then,

and we’ll download your client list,
including the cokeheads.

- Shall I repeat the question?
- No, no...

Some time ago I made
a metal ring for a watch face.

I don’t know
if that’s what you mean.

And then the client wanted
a slim blade, made of silver.

Plated with rhodium?

Yes.

What kind of watch was it?

A man’s antique watch.
The heavy type, with hands.

How did he pay

In cash. He picked it up
a couple of weeks later.

- Italian or foreign?
- Italian.

Name? Number?

No, I only got his email address.
I was to contact him when it was ready.

Great.
Let’s have his email address.

“Argento900”, that’s it.

“Your item is ready for collection.
We’re open until 20:00.”

I‘ll come by tomorrow. Thanks.”

So, what did “Argento900” look like?

He came in a couple of times.

He was young, no older than 30.
An ordinary-looking guy.

No one’s ordinary.
Take a look at me. Do I look ordinary?

No. You have big eyes.

What about him?

He had...

a discoloured tooth.

It was black. This one.

The IP address matches
this internet point.

Someone sent an email from here.

A young man, probably Italian.

Around 1.75 metres tall,
with a black tooth here.

This one. Black!

Okay. Do you keep records?
I need to check your CCTV footage.

They’re fake.
There’s no camera.

- They’re fake?
- Yes, fake.

Are you taking the piss?
Well, are you?

You should be checking everyone’s ID.
That’s the law!

Monte, are you nuts?
Come on, outside.

- No one in there has ID.
- They come here and do as they please.

Listen to you.
Are you r*cist too?

- What was that?
- Lower your voice!

Go for a walk, go on.
Calm yourself down.

Go on!

- A glass of water, please.
- Fizzy or still?

Still, please.

- Sorry.
- No problem.

Stop, police!

Petra!

How are you feeling?

Monte, you called me by my first name.
It must be serious.

- Are you sure you want to come?
- Stop worrying and fill me in, please.

The guy who hit you
is called Alex Mescarelli.

He’s gone missing.
The judge has issued a warrant.

The delivery company said
they hired him a few months ago

but they’ve heard nothing from him
and couldn’t help us.

Pessone has circulated the photos.
We’ll find him, Petra.

Anything else?

No criminal record.

He lives with his mother and cousin
in an apartment in Sampierdarena.

His father worked on ships.
He left when he was a kid.

Credit cards? Mobile phone?

Nothing. Just a debit card
which he isn’t using.

And after assaulting you
he turned off his mobile.

sh*t!

Are you free for dinner
tomorrow night?

- Me and you?
- Almost.

Me, you, my ex-husband
and his future wife.

- Ah, Lorenzo.
- No, Nicola.

You see a lot of your exes.

They’re like grease on your hands.
Impossible to get rid of.

Where do I fit in?

I don’t want to go alone.

- So will you come?
- It depends.

On what?

On the restaurant.

Hello. We’re from the police.

We’d like to talk to Alex Mescarelli.

He’s not here.

- We’ll talk you, then. Are you his mother?
- Yes. What’s this about?

Your son’s been accused of assaulting
a police officer. May we come in?

When did you last see your son?

Two days ago.
Sometimes he stays out for the night.

Nothing odd about that.

Your niece lives here, too.
Is she here?

Yes.
She’s my sister’s daughter.

Luisa!

Hello.

Hello.

When did you last see Alex?

Two days ago.
He was going to work.

- And you’ve not heard from him since?

- Have you three lived together long?

My sister didn’t want
to care for Luisa.

She liked to enjoy herself,
not be a mother like me.

An extra mouth to feed
is no problem.

- What about your husband?
- He’s dead.

No. Our records show
he was last living in Barcelona.

I’ve had no news in 20 years.
He’s dead to me.

Sorry, I have to go to work.

Not like that.
Change out of that tracksuit.

Always scruffy, like her mother.

Those are Alex’s.

He’s a smart kid. He reads.

- Can I see his room?
- When Luisa has left.

My son has never done
anything wrong.

- He’s always done as I say.
- So why is he hiding?

Maybe he’s scared.

I’m going.

- You and Alex share a room?
- We only have two rooms here.

It’s either that or the floor.

Tell me, is it really obvious?
Should I add more make-up?

- Maybe here.
- Hands off, you’ll smudge it.

Sorry.

Antonio, what do you say when you have
to use your g*n to stop someone?

Why? What did you say?

“Stop, police!”

Sounds awful.

It’s standard.

But I prefer
“Hands in the air! Don’t move.”

And what also really works well
is “Stop, in the name of the law!”

How do I look?

Great. You always look great.

How come you’re so nervous?

Look, this dinner
isn’t going to be a breeze.

- Are you married?
- Widowed.

Sorry to hear that.
Ever thought of remarrying?

No.

Shame. Second marriages
are always the best.

A true revelation.

Petra’s case aside.
She’s always the exception.

Do you know the kind of woman
Petra used to be?

She was a successful lawyer,
ambitious, sophisticated...

She never went to bed
without a glass of iced champagne.

And in the kitchen
she never lifted a finger.

In conversation,
she was always softly spoken.

Never a word out of place.

You know the kind of woman
Petra is now?

You see that bruise?
Do you know how she got it?

In a brawl with a serial r*pist.

Because our dear Petra handles
wh*res and criminals like family friends.

Without mentioning her interview style,
like the other day.

She had this suspect strip naked.

Then, as she stared at his ba*ls,
she made him beg for mercy,

all the while using
the most colourful language.

She’s still hopeless in the kitchen,
of course, but how can you not love her?

She’s a total pleasure to be with.

Hello?

Yes?

- Five stab wounds, front-on.
- He was taken by surprise.

I know that. How does this m*rder
fit in with the case?

I don’t know, ma’am.
Let’s wait for the autopsy.

We’ll look for fingerprints, witnesses,
and try to work out what happened.

Work what out, Monte?

How did they find him
if we weren’t able to?

Shall we go?

- Everything okay?
- Yes. He wasn’t wearing the watch.

We need to check whether
Salome’s knife matches Alex’s wounds.

I don’t think she’d be capable
of doing such a thing.

I heard he was k*lled. I’m glad.

I’ll spare you a trip to the station.
Where were you between 23:00 and 1:00?

I don’t know. I went for a walk.

- Alone?
- Yes.

Did you see anyone you know
while you were out?

You think it was me?

I don’t know.

- Was it?
- Was he marked too?

Why do you ask?

Because if he wasn’t marked,
it wasn’t me.

I’d have done the same to him,
but on his face.

My son didn’t do it. This is your fault.
You accused him publicly.

They k*lled him out of revenge,
but he had nothing to do with it.

Only I know the real Alex.
Only I do.

- Mum, let’s go.
- I’m not your mother. Let go of me.

Nobody came.
This is all your fault.

You made everyone think
that he did those things.

But my Alex was innocent.

No, Liang said the price is too high.

Too high? Then tell him the deal’s off.
They need that stuff more than we do.

Go on, translate.

It’s another one, Inspector.

Have you ever wondered
why that man chose you?

- He obviously liked me.
- Did you know that Inspector...

Stop torturing yourself with that video.
We got it all wrong.

Alex wasn’t the r*pist.
His mother was right, he was innocent.

That’s impossible, Antonio.

The watchmaker recognised him.

Yes, but Alex is dead. And the watch
was used again on Salome.

Maybe that’s to throw us off the trail.

And clear his name.

By k*lling him?
Great way to clear his name.

Look at this.

Forensics completed the logo.

It looks like a flower.

- A sun, a star...
- What about the weapon?

The knife used to k*ll Salome
matches the one used on Alex.

So they were k*lled
by the same person.

It’s an ordinary switchblade,
easily found in any hardware store.

Antonio, Alex was no m*rder*r.

He didn’t k*ll girls.

That double mark makes no sense.
It was staged.

We’ll have to start from scratch.

By looking at the facts we have.
The DNA results, for example.

Yes. Let’s see if the DNA
found on the girls matches Alex’s.

In total, there are eight
matching genetic markers.

- Eight is a lot.
- Yes, it’s a high level of compatibility.

- So it was Alex who r*ped the girls.
- I’m afraid we can’t be certain.

Who else could it have been?

DNA is passed down
through the male line.

If it’s not his, it could be
from a brother, or his father.

Riccardo Mescarelli, Alex’s father,
lives in Spain.

- But he’s been in Genoa for months.
- How did they find him?

His mobile,
but it’s currently switched off.

- Since when?
- Since we found his son’s body.

- Why didn’t we look for him sooner?
- He was in Spain, with no family contact.

- We messed up by not following through.
- If he’s still in Genoa, we’ll find him.

What’s up?

- It’s not a flower.
- What isn’t?

The mark left on the girls.

It’s a wind rose.

- We’re looking for Riccardo Mescarelli.
- He’s out the back, in the storeroom.

- What the hell are you doing?
- You’re Alex’s father.

Stop!

Why were you hiding your son?

I hadn’t seen my son for 20 years.
I couldn’t hand him over to the police.

You don’t have children, do you?

The mark left on the girls
matches your tattoo.

I’ve never been short of women.

What are you accusing me of?

The DNA found on the girls
matches yours.

What are you saying?

Alex helped you,
but, after he himself was accused,

he decided to report you,

so you k*lled him
and went back to Salome.

- She fought back and you k*lled her.
- I didn’t k*ll anyone.

- All I did was protect my son.
- Protect him from what?

You abandoned him when he was 5.
You never gave a damn.

I was the one who got back in touch.

All his life his mother had told him
his father was a son of a b*tch.

But he didn’t hate me.
He often came to the bar.

He needed to talk.

Why is your ex-wife
so mad at you?

- Because I was screwing her sister.
- Luisa’s mother.

When I ran off with her sister,
she kept Luisa to show how kind she was.

But she actually hated those kids.

What a piece of sh*t!

Better no dad than one like that.

Your dad’s still your dad.

Even if he’s not like you.

You should see me and my son.

- You have a son?
- Yes.

He’s a researcher.
He lives in Geneva.

- He’s handsome too, you know.
- Must take after your wife.

Inspector Delicato?
The m*rder victim’s autopsy results.

I was about to email you
but maybe it’s better if I tell you.

- The attack took place after her death.
- He r*ped a dead girl?

Yes. And the mark was also made later.
The bleeding is different.

But that’s not the only difference.

This time the girl was penetrated
with a rounded, smooth object.

And traces of brass were found
in her vag*na.

- He’s a real pervert!
- Anything else?

No.

He marks the girls. He can’t satisfy
himself so he seeks revenge with an object.

No, Antonio, this time...
this time it’s different.

Raping a woman
is a type of sexual fantasy.

The perpetrator wants
to feel strong, dominant.

He gets off on the victim
struggling, resisting.

Torturing a dead woman...
that’s something else.

It can’t be the same person.

He used an object.

It’s someone without a d*ck.

It was a woman.

- Who is it?
- Inspector Delicato. Open up.

What do you want now?

- Are you arresting me?
- Should we?

- What for?
- You lied to us.

Your husband works in a bar here.
He was hiding Alex.

They’d been in touch for months.

I did everything I could
to make my son forget that man.

- But it’s only natural.
- What is?

It’s natural!
Blood always shows through.

Alex had changed so much
over these last months.

He’d become like him.
Luisa said so too.

Luisa got rid of everything.

She found it too painful
to keep seeing all of Alex’s things.

- You saw those boxes with Alex’s name?

Their relationship, Antonio.
Those two weren’t just cousins.

Good afternoon.
We’re looking for Luisa Sangemini.

Yes, she's in the hardware section,
aisle 26.

- Thanks.
- You’re welcome.

Where can we find
Luisa Sangemini?

Her shift just ended.
She’s in the changing rooms.

You need to come with us
to the station.

Aren’t you getting changed?

You make that mark on Salome?

How did you use it?

You grabbed her wrist like this,
you held it down...

You and Alex were together.

You got rid of his things because
they were too painful for you.

Ever since he’d found his dad,
Alex was different.

He talked about him all the time,
how strong and handsome he was.

About all the women he had.

He left you.

Alex and I had always been together,
since we were kids.

His dad ruined everything,
with all those women.

What women?

He said he didn’t like me any more,
that I was ugly.

That he could easily have other girls,
just like his dad.

Then when you heard about the r*pes
the penny dropped.

Those women would never have
even looked at a guy like Alex.

They’d never have gone with him.

That made him mad,
so he forced himself on them.

Why didn’t you stop him at that point?

Tell the police?

Because I thought he’d stop.

That he’d come back to me.

Instead he went and hid
at his dad’s.

And you k*lled him.

He contacted me
from his dad’s place.

I thought he’d changed his mind.

But I was wrong.

His father had found a way
to have him sent abroad.

And he needed money.

That’s why he contacted me.
For money.

But the Alex I knew was different.

After you k*lled him, you took his watch.

And to clear his name, you made it look
like Salome had been r*ped.

Salome was one of those wh*res.

She even went on TV
to say that he wanted her.

She was disgusting.

She didn’t even scream.
She fell straight down without a sound.

So I picked up a brass handle...

and used that on her.

I wanted it to be just like
what I’d read in the newspapers.

Will I go to jail?

There'll be a trial.

I’ll be fine in prison.

What will you do now?
Go back to the archive?

Yes. What about you?

While we were working on this case,
I was following another one too.

Smuggling,
involving a Chinese g*ng.

They made me an offer

in exchange for help
getting some fake goods through.

- Are you kidding me?
- What’s so funny?

Nothing.

You’ve got the wrong idea about me.

There’s a dark side to me, too.

What can I say?
I hope they paid you decently.

Enough to start a new life.

Since meeting you,
I’ve realised I’ve wasted so much time.

You’ve had two marriages, two jobs.

So, would you come with me?

Deputy Inspector,
is this a proposal?

No, you misunderstood.
We’re both happy on our own.

But if I were to choose someone
I’d enjoy chatting with, I’d choose you.

Thank you, Antonio.
I’m flattered, but...

I’ve changed enough.

But it’s been great working with you.

Likewise.

Everyone keep calm.

What’s going on?

ill*gal trafficking of counterfeit goods.
Monte’s case.

The goods have been seized

- Congratulations, Petra.
- What for?

You and Monte are moving over
to Homicide. Didn’t he tell you?

Thanks for the tickets.

- You look very elegant.
- Thanks.

That tie...
Where did you get it?

Do you like it?

No.

Shall we go?

I was thinking about
that happiness question.

Really?

I was thinking “I don’t believe in it,
but everyone else does.”

What if they’re right?

Why not?

Anyway, I hope you’re happy, Petra,
because you deserve it.

So do you.