01x04 - Deathwatch

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A dead body was found this morning
in Pra, in Genoa’s west.

Our reporter is at the scene.

- Hello, Matteo.
- Hello.

I’m on the
beach where the body was found

early this morning by fishermen.

It’s assumed the waves washed
the body ashore during the night.

The victim has been identified
as a young woman,

Giorgia Baroi, aged 24.

Voicemail.

You have one new message.

Petra, how are you?

Call me when
you get this message.

/I know you hate phone calls,
but it will only take a few minutes.

You’re to investigate the death
of Dario Marzon, host of Linea Gossip.

He’d recorded in Rome for ten years

but was found dead at home
here in Genoa three days ago.

Three shots, the first to his right shoulder.
The other two were fatal, to the chest.

Here’s the autopsy report.

- Did you contact his next of kin?
- He has none. Single, no kids.

- We’ll have to question the neighbours.

- Personal effects?
- Archived.

Wallet, phone and computer
are missing.

- Ballistic matching?
- Requested. You’ll get it shortly.

- Why call us in? Everything’s done.
- Well, now it’s over to you.

The first three days of a case are
critical. I need to do things my way.

We know, Petra, but this time
you’ll have to make do.

Corona has put me
on a tricky case.

- What?
- Confidential.

So you expect me
to take your cast-off?

Petra, no fuss, please.
I’m not in the mood.

- Been fighting with your wife?
- No, we’re fine.

You’re the one who collects
failed marriages.

Is it you who’s been spreading stories
about my two marriages?

I don’t spend my days
talking about you.

He went to open the door.

Then he stepped back.
He didn’t know the person.

When he saw the g*n, he tried
to use his shoulder as a shield.

He was on the ground
for the last two shots.

He was already dead
when they kicked him.

- A cold?
- No. Allergy.

- Would you want that at home?
- You’re joking. It’s bad luck.

But it’s art. Bruno Eston.

He's an Italian-Canadian artist,
quite famous, actually.

What does it represent?

Art doesn’t “represent”, Antonio.

At most, it suggests,
it expands our perceptions.

- How much does this suggestion cost?
- Same as a loft downtown.

- That?
- That.

I imagine it seeks to remind us
that death is the same for us all.

The report says he was here
when the doorbell rang.

Seems he knew everyone.

Antonio, those are silicone implants.

They look real!

The only real thing about that photo
is the frame.

I know it’s hard to admit it,

but Daniele swore
he wired you that money.

We saw the receipts on camera.

It’s not true.
My son was never for sate.

Francesca, help me understand.
Why did you take the money?

I’m going crazy.
Was this child born or not?

Of course it was, but Daniele sent money,
hoping she’d have an ab*rtion.

Wasn’t it the singer’s son?

No, that was
two years before. Now...

I give up.

When you go to the hairdresser,
don’t you look at gossip rags?

Antonio, do I look like
I’d go to a hairdresser?

- Morning, Inspector.
- Good morning.

Here’s the information you wanted.

The ballistics report
and Marzon’s bank transactions.

- Thanks, Reva.
- A .22 calibre p*stol.

It was used in Rome eight months ago
in a mobile phone shop robbery.

South of town, Acilia.

- You know it?
- I once defended a client from there.

Reva, what’s in the bank statements?

Nothing unusual. He earned well
but was in the red every month.

Where’d he get the money
for the skull?

The gallery said he paid cash for it.


He did some events.

But even with those,
he didn’t earn that much.

Who wanted him dead?

Perhaps all the people
he trashed on his show.

Thanks, Reva.

Corona said to tell you
he’ll be waiting for you in his office.

- Did you get the tickets?
- What tickets?

The train tickets.
You’re going to Rome tomorrow.

- No, no way.
- Marzon’s business was in Rome.

I’ll decide how long you need to stay
based on your progress.

- Can’t we split the tasks?
- That’s right.

I’ll go to Rome and she can stay
and review the material on Marzon.

Petra, what’s the problem?

No, there’s no problem.

Good. Enjoy your trip.

Voicemail.
You have new messages.

Petra, it’s me again.
/ sent some texts. Did you get them?

If don’t hear back, I’ll worry.
Call me.

You and I like our music loud.
We’ll both end up deaf.

What’s up?
You never call in here.

I didn’t feel like going home.

Let me.

You okay?

Is it because of Nicola?

Come on! As if I’d see Nicola.

Then why are you so upset
about going back to Rome?

I just don’t feel like it.

Feel like it, don’t feel like it.

Don’t want to leave,
don’t want to come back.

You don’t want a man
but you’re depressed alone.

I’m fine alone.

But one thing I do know.
I like it here.

This city makes no demands.
It’s free.

It minds its own business.

That’s not Genoa, Petra.

That’s you.

- Sorry. I’m late.
- Hi.

- Come on in.
- Hi.

- Hi.
- Esther.

- Pleased to meet you.
- Petra.

- Leaving?
- Yes.

I need to pack my bag.

Bye.

Make it a small bag.

You’ll be back soon.

My first time in Rome
was for my honeymoon.

My last time was
to finalise my divorce.

Here’s today’s plan.

Go to HQ and get the latest
on the g*n that shot Marzon.

I’ll go to the TV studio.

Okay. I guess you already have
plans for dinner tonight.

Why would I?

There’ll be people in Rome
you want to see.

I’m not here for fun,
I’m here to work.

Never mind.

These are the lawsuits.

Wow!

Apart from the social abuse,
did he receive actual threats?

A bit of everything,
but he didn’t give a sh*t.

People still lined up
to be part of the show.

How often was he in Rome?

A few days a week for prep
and sh**ting, then back to Genoa.

The police found nothing
on his computer.

- Where did he write?
- On bits of paper which he threw away.

- He was paranoid about it.
- He hid his sources?

His sources,
leaked photos, scoops.

Do you recall any times when Marzon
was more of an arsehole than usual?

Marianna. She hosted a kids’ show
and was rumoured to be a junkie.

So you remember nothing
about that party?

Nothing.

- So you don’t use drugs?
- Absolutely not.

Let’s see the photos.

Marzon invited her on to clear her name
but showed a photo of her snorting.

Arsehole!

It was a trap.

She had to move to Spain.

I’m sure she popped open a bottle
when Dario died.

I bet a lot of people celebrated.

This guy’s life was totally ruined.
The Marchese Oreste Di Monaldo.

Dario discovered he was the figurehead
for a company that laundered money.

He was investigated afterwards
and cleared, but lost everything.

Apart from work,
what did Marzon do?

Any relationships?

The only relationships he had
were about getting something.

I ordered for you.
Is bubbly okay?

Great.

Is it odd for you
to stay in a hotel in Rome?

No.

It’s my city, I was born here.

But whenever I come back,
I always feel a bit awkward.

As if I were going
on a blind date to have sex

and it ended up being...

you.

Shall we talk about work?

The mobile phone shop robbery
is still an open case.

That g*n is linked to pushers,
kickbacks, petty criminals.

I’m meeting HQ’s informant
tomorrow morning.

- I’ll go.
- Forget it. It’s dangerous stuff.

Excuse me.

Is there some unwritten rule

saying you can do dangerous things
but I can’t?

This guy has a record.
He was convicted of r*pe.

Monte, f*ck off.
I said I’m going and I will.

Can I say something?

- You’re worse in Rome.
- Quite possibly.

Morning. A coffee, please.

Thanks.

I’m Inspector Delicato.

I never agreed to talk to you.

You’re going to have to.

I won’t talk to a woman.

We’re looking for a g*n
that was used last July

in a mobile phone shop robbery
on Via Romanelli.

It wasn’t a robbery.

What was it?

It’s their turf.
They weren’t paying.

They’re kids.
Newcomers, but real nasty.

- Foreigners?
- Italians.

Just kickbacks?

- They do anything for money.
- Like?

They keep a watch on local pushers.
They protect hookers.

Stuff like that.

Do they work in Genoa?

Genoa is big.
There’s a lot of activity at the port.

It’s likely.

Who do they work for?

If you want to know that,
I need more time.

And money.



Monte, why are you here?

Sorry. I couldn’t help myself.

The host of the kids’ TV show
has a solid alibi.

She really was in Spain
when Marzon died.

You know what? Going on that show
was a blessing for her.

She’s kicked the habit
and is seeing her son again.

Sure. We should all sort out
our issues in front of a camera.

I guess it works for some people.

There are times, Antonio,
when I really struggle to understand you.

- Hey.
- Finally!

- Sorry I didn’t call. How are you?

I wanted to come and visit you.

When? I’m not in Genoa.

- Where are you?
- In Rome, for work.

You didn’t tell me?
Where are you staying?

They’ve put me up in a hotel.

- Are you free tonight? I’ll come by.
- Okay, talk later.

Bye.

Friend?

Sister.

- You have a sister?
- Why shouldn’t I?

- Don’t you have siblings?
- No.

Well, I do.

You’re worse in Rome.

There.
That’s art I can understand.

Antonio, that’s the work of a hack.

Look at the hands.
They’re sloppy, out of proportion.

Here’s a tip. When assessing a painting,
look at the hands and feet.

It’s a foolproof test.

- Not with abstract paintings.
- Yeah, they mess with you.

It’s been in my family
for over 200 years.

It’s wonderful.
Congratulations.

You’re wondering why things
are missing... furniture, paintings.

It’s simple. I had to sell them
because of what Marzon did to me.

I wanted him dead, and I’m not
the only one, but it wasn’t me.

- When did you see him last?
- Three months ago.

A charity gala at Palazzo Nove.
You’re familiar with it?

No.

After what he did to me on TV,
everyone expected us to brawl.

But we behaved like gentlemen
and ignored each other.

We’ll need an alibi.

I was here,
watching TV with a friend.

I’ll give you his number.

In cases like this,
an alibi only goes so far.

Someone like him
could easily have hired a hitman.

- Hitmen are expensive.
- You think?

In Calabria, we arrested a guy
who was hired to k*ll someone.

Know his price? 600 euros.

I don’t know much about art,
but with this...

You really can’t stand
that marchese, can you?

Show-offs like him...
they really piss me off.

Monte!
Are you a h*m* as well?

No, I meant he looks down on people.

Call me anything you want,
but not h*m*.

- Fine, calm down.
- I’m totally calm.

Yes, I’ve got that.

We’ll be there.

When are we meeting him?

Tomorrow, 7 a.m.

- Did he say what he’d found out?

He must have something
for him to call.

This guy’s an expert informant.
He’s worked with police for years.

Petra...

Amanda.

Hi.

You’re early.

Sorry,
we were finishing up with work.

This is my deputy.

Amanda.

Antonio.

We were just about done.

- A drink?
- Yes. Whatever you’re having.

When did you last see each other?

- Not that long ago.
- What?

Not since Christmas,
when we came to Genoa.

Right.

If it weren’t for me, even a b*mb
wouldn’t get her to budge.

How’s work?

Fine. I’m operative now.

- Meaning?
- I’m handling cases.

You’ve left the archives?
You could have told me.

She’s an inspector.
With Homicide.

- She’s rather good.
- Rather?

Rather.

You must have so much to tell me.

- We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.

- I’ll leave you to it.
- No, stay.

I expect you’ll want
to be alone to talk.

Don’t expect.

In fact, be a gentleman
and take us to dinner.

Yes, boss.

I didn’t want anyone
in the delivery room.

Certainly not my husband,
who’s a doctor.

But when they wheeled me in,
I got scared.

So I called Petra.

- You went in with her?
- Of course.

She was convinced
the baby wouldn’t come out.

The one baby in the world
who doesn’t come out.

My wife was scared too.

Did you go in?

Him? He’s old school.

He probably boiled water
and prepared the towels.

So Petra moved in close
to calm me down.

- And she sang.
- She sang?

- Not true.
- What did she sing?

She was on painkillers.

“L’immensita”, Mum’s song.

Everyone in the delivery room
started singing.

Don’t remember that.

The nurse, the midwife,
the anaesthetist...

Then I heard the baby cry.

What’s your son’s name?

Pietro.

Amanda, don’t bother.
I probably won’t be here for long.

How can you wear this?
If you hang it up, it won’t need ironing.

I don’t iron.

Really, don’t bother.

Want a drink?

Where should I put the shoes?

Stop it.

What’s wrong?

Maybe I’ll have that drink.
Make it a strong one.

She’s works with him.
His assistant.

Classic, eh?

These stories all pretty much alike.

- Where is he now?
- At home with Pietro.

I needed a break.
I want to be with you.

What will you do?

I don’t know.

Go back to work.

I appreciate your pragmatism, Petra,
but I still don’t understand.

- Understand what?
- Why it happened, for example.

Amanda, are you happy with him?

I was.

Not any more.

You always liked Roberto.

I’m the last person
to ask for relationship advice.

We spent nights talking about boys.

A waste of time. Without love
humans would be omnipotent.

Do you wax philosophical
over m*rder cases too?

At times, yes.
It confuses poor Antonio.

Oh, I feel his pain!

Can I sleep here tonight?

Amanda’s pretty.
You look alike.

Must be nice
seeing your sister again.

Yes.

Let’s hope she doesn’t move
into my hotel room.

I can see where the resemblance lies.
She’s like you, but nice.

Antonio, can we not talk
about personal matters?

Freeze!

I’ll go.

They got away
along the railway line.

Call the Rome guys.

I hope you haven’t messed up
as usual, Petra.

What are you doing here?

Your informer was also mine.

Sadly, he’s of no use dead,
either to me or to you.

A girl’s been found
in the sea off Genoa.

- I know.
- An escort named Giorgia Baroi.

Lover of Giovanni Imbreccia, editor
of the Catholic newspaper La Veglia.

Married with two kids.

Two months ago the Vatican covered up
photos of him visiting her home.

- Were they Marzon’s photos?
- No.

- But you think the cases are linked?
- Yes, but we don’t know how.

What info did this informant have?

Giorgia had some minor convictions
relating to a g*ng that’s active in Acilia.

The g*n in our case
is also linked to them.

How did Giorgia Baroi die?

Strangled,
then tossed into the sea.

- And have you questioned the editor?

But he was abroad
when she was k*lled.

A number of people confirm it.

Pessone, tell me, how long have you
been considering this hypothesis?

When were you going
to mention this link?

Let me repeat this for you
once again.

This is a confidential case.

Whereabouts in Rome
did Giorgia live?

Her home has already been searched.
Stay out of this case.

Keep focusing on Marzon.

In fact, from now on,
you’ll refer any new information to me.

We should go.

Not a single photo...

with a friend, her mum, a relative.

Antonio, does loneliness
ever bother you?

You said no talking
about personal matters.

Don’t take everything I say literally.

At times, when I’m going to sleep.

I think about
how I might never wake up

and how nobody would miss me.

Nobody’s life would change if I died.

And what you do then?

Then I go to the kitchen and snack.
Some ham or chocolate. It works.

- How’s that allergy of yours?
- Still with me.

You’re too stubborn
to take anything.

I wouldn’t know what to take.
Medicine and I don’t get along.

It’s always the same old story.

Big fish eats small fish.
And they’re all in the same tank.

You are invited to Palazzo Nove
on the 23rd at 19.30

Everyone was at Palazzo Nove
that night.

In Rome, when there’s a gala
with an open bar, it’s a free-for-all.

- Do you know this man?
- Of course.

Giovanni Imbreccia, a great journalist
and editor of La Veglia.

That’s Giorgia Baroi.
Do you remember her?

Well, I remember him.

Not his name, but we talked
for ages that night.

He was the cutest one there.

Sadly, bad habits can cost you.

Yes, but did you see the girl
talk to Marzon or Imbreccia?

Everyone talks to everyone at galas.
It’s all schmoozing.

But I don’t think so.

What I do recall is that
she showed up with that guy.

Are you sure this girl
was never on his show?

Take another look.

- No, I don’t know her.
- Margherita, help us.

When Marzon was here,
did you hang out or go out at night?

Working with him was enough.

We need to know what he did in Rome.
Who he saw, who he met.

After the show, he’d call a taxi.

Inspector...

- What’s going on?
- She’s Marzon’s assistant.

Thanks, Margherita. That’ll be all.
We’ll be in touch.

- Goodbye.
- Thanks.

Petra, I thought I made myself clear.
This case involves powerful people.

We think Marzon contacted Giorgia
to get a scoop.

You can’t show people
an escort’s photo

and talk about a scandal
involving the Vatican.

Any new leads, you come to me.

If we wait for you...

Did you call the taxi company
Marzon used?

Yes. In recent months,
aside from airports and his hotel,

there’s one recurring address.

- So, what is it?
- A restaurant.

He went nearly every Friday
before flying to Genoa.

Okay.

- Thanks.
- Wait! I ran into your sister.

My sister?

Yes, she’s in the lobby.
We’re going for a bite to eat.

Right now I can’t...

I need to work.

We’ll wait.

Don’t wait.

You two go.

See you tomorrow.

Thanks.

- She’s not coming.
- What do you mean?

She has to work. She can’t.

But we can still go.

Gladly.

Petra? Open up, it’s me.

I knew you’d be awake.

I really like Antonio.

He seems like someone...

who’s solid.

And he’s got
a great sense of humour.

Good.

We had fun.

I don’t get why you didn’t come.

- Because we’re here to work.
- A little fun would have done you good.

I know what’s good for me.

Fine. I’ll go.

Amanda...

You’re smothering.

You come here and tidy up my room.
I do things at my own pace.

We spend one day together
and already I’m invading your space?

I don’t see you for months
and you treat me like a stranger.

I’m sorry
I’m not the sister you want.

That’s not true. You were perfect.

Except that when you left Nicola,
you ditched everyone, including me.

Didn’t you ever notice
how unhappy I was with Nicola?

No. You seemed happy together.

We weren’t. You were wrong.

How can I understand you
if you don’t talk or ask for help?

I don’t want help.

Asking for help
isn’t a sign of weakness.

God, Amanda! I don’t want anyone
interfering in my life. Can’t you get that?

Then you’ll stay alone.

Better alone
than distraught like you.

It’s over with Roberto.

But I won’t run away like you did.

Here he is.

Dario Marzon.

Yes. He came here often.

Who with? A girl?

Pretty, blonde, flashy?

Nope.
Listen, I need to work now.

Try to remember.

Did he ever come with her?

Never seen her before.

I’d remember someone like her.

He came here for an aperitif.

With a colleague, I think, because
they always had a bunch of papers.

- They’d sit down the back there.
- A man?

- Can you describe him?
- Elegant, greying hair.

This guy here?

No.

I think he had glasses.

- You think or you know?
- I think.

You’re talking to a police inspector.

So stop working
and describe those glasses.

They were eyeglasses,
with a black frame.

But sort of sunglasses too,
because the lenses were tinted blue.

Okay, then.

Is this the man
that Marzon would meet here?

Yes or no?

Yes, that’s him.

Thank you.

- This changes everything.
- Meaning?

Imbreccia is a public figure,
the editor of a Catholic paper.

Marzon was blackmailing him
with those photos.

Seems like a perfect motive to k*ll him.
We’ll have to tell Pessone.

No, no!

We’re way ahead.

Pessone isn’t on to the Marzon connection
and he has nothing on Imbreccia.

- We have a witness. It’s up to us.
- To do what?

Go and visit La Veglia.

No. There’s a protocol to follow.

We need a judge’s authorisation.
Technically that’s not possible.

I think you’re pretty keen
to question Imbreccia, too.

Aren’t you?

Listen, what’s going on?
It’s been over an hour.

The editor is very busy.

Have you told him it’s the police?
We’re wasting time.

Antonio...

Come and sit down.

Fine.
I’ll go and get us coffee.

Petra...

- What are you doing here?
- My client wants me to speak with you.

- You’re Imbreccia’s lawyer?
- Yes.

So what?
I’ve always been a lawyer.

You’re the one who swapped sides.

Petra...

Walkaway. Trust me.

Giovanni Imbreccia is a suspect
in two murders.

Giorgia Baroi and Dario Marzon.
I want to question him.

Your boss already did.

Your client claimed
he’d never met Marzon. He lied.

- Says who?
- A witness.

- The manager of the bar where they met.

So you have a formal statement?

A statement authorised by a judge?

No. It’s on my own initiative.

Petra, you surprise me.

Those two met regularly,
exchanged papers and did business.

On top of that are the photos
of Imbreccia and the escort.

You have those photos?

No.

So what do you have?

Summaries of witness statements?
That’s it?

No wiretaps or m*rder weapon?
No DNA, evidence, facts?

Petra, what are you doing?

Have you forgotten how it works?

You used to be a great lawyer.

Now you’re like those cops
who search for culprits who don’t exist.

We used to mock people like that,
remember?

Did you really think you could
come here with guesswork

and accuse a man
like Giovanni Imbreccia?

An important man.

A man of the church.

I don’t want to talk about it.

- I didn’t say a word.
- Your face says it all.

- See you tomorrow.
- You’re always the same.

Running away from problems.

Voicemail...

I called you the other night.
And last night.

I know. Sorry.

Sorry, my arse.
You can’t just disappear.

I said sorry.

I don’t like how you’re behaving.

What happens to you
when you’re with that man?

Are you trying
to be a pain in the arse?

Yes.

I’m sick of your moodiness.

Listen up. It’s like this.
I’m your boss and you obey me.

We’ll investigate my way.

We won’t. Pessone spoke to Corona.
We’re going back to Genoa.

Like f*ck we are.

Any updates?

Maybe you didn’t understand.
We’re off the case.

Fine, but are there any updates?

Only that the informer was k*lled
to settle an old score.

At least we’re not to blame for that.

But when Pessone called the bar manager
to confirm his statement, he retracted it.

Nicola persuaded him, I’m sure of it.

Petra, you’re not thinking clearly.

And honestly,
I never expected this of you.

- Your coffee.
- Thanks.

Thank you.

Imbreccia isn’t looking at Giorgia,
but at him.

Remember what the marchese said?

No.

That he talked to that guy all night.
This man here.

He was referring to him when he said
“Bad habits can cost you.”

He didn’t remember Giorgia

but he knew that she’d shown up
with that guy.

Our train is in an hour.

What exactly are you saying?

Being involved with an escort
is bad for a man like Imbreccia.

But it’s nothing compared to having
a relationship with another man.

That was Marzon’s scoop.

Imbreccia would have paid anything
to keep that quiet.

Got nothing to say?

No.

This one, do you think?

To me, they all look alike.

No, it’s not him.

Can’t you do something
about that allergy?

Why are you so grumpy?
You ate. You shouldn’t be.

It’s for your own good.

We’ve got six more sites to look at.

No, I’ve had it.

Me too.

Let’s take a break.

Yes.

I’ve been pretty unpleasant recently.

It happens.

It never happens to you.

Don’t you believe it.

When my son was young,
he’d sit on the tool shed roof for hours,

staring off into the distance.

My wife and I didn’t understand.

He was always on his own.

He didn’t like life in the village.

Then one day, he left a letter
on his bed saying he was g*y.

I never replied to that letter.

I never spoke to him,
or asked him about it.

Call him, Antonio.

Tell him we’ve been looking
at dicks and arses for six hours!

Maybe another time.

Can I meet him?

Sure.

Anyway, Antonio, your g*y son
is the only modern thing about you.

Thanks.

Petra!

Hello?

Good evening.

Hi.

About the ad...

Antonio, be careful.
Keep your phone near you.

I won’t be far.
I’ll wait down here.

- What’s the deal?
- 150 euros.

I told him it was my first time
so I don’t know how it works.

Say you feel lonely
and want to talk.

When you’re sure it’s him,
make up an excuse, pay him and leave.

Then we can decide what to do.

Don’t take unnecessary risks.

Relax. It’ll be fine.

Take your jacket off.

Come here.

If you want coke, it’s 80 euros extra.

No, thanks. I just want to talk.

- Have a bit of company.
- Talk about what?

Do you live here?

No, I don’t.

You said we’d take it slowly.

You’re handsome...

- I’ll pay even if we do nothing.
- We’ll do something.

Wait! I want to f*ck,
but take a shower.

- I’m clean. Smell.
- Yes, I know, but it’s my thing.

I like moist skin.

I’ll pay 50 euros extra.

Don’t move.

f*cking thief!

I’m a cop!

Freeze! On your knees!

Antonio!

It’s nothing... it’s nothing.

Keep calm, don’t move.

It’s him.

This is Inspector Delicato.
We have a serious injury. Come quickly.

Let’s go.

Giovanni needed a safe place.

He was always afraid we’d be seen.

He paid Giorgia
to let us use her house.

You filmed him, to blackmail him.

No, it wasn’t me.
Giorgia did it, secretly.

- She did a deal with that TV guy.
- Marzon.

I swear it wasn’t me.

Then why did you have Marzon’s phone
with this video on it?

You went to Genoa to k*ll Marzon.

We’re reviewing the CCTV footage.
Stations, airports, parking lots.

- It wasn’t me.
- You wanted the money.

No! I knew nothing
about the blackmail.

Sit.

So why did you k*ll him?

Giovanni asked me to.

What do you mean?

He asked if I knew anyone with a g*n.

He had a problem.
Some arsehole to sort out in Genoa.

So I got a g*n in Acilia
and did it for 4000 euros.

He told me to grab everything,
computer, wallet, phone, and toss them.

- But you kept the phone.
- And found the video.

Yes.

A friend of mine was wiping it
and saw the video.

And I realised Giorgia
was using me to make money.

- So you k*lled her?
- No.

- Then who did?
- I don’t know, but it wasn’t me.

I hadn’t seen her for days,
then heard she was dead.

When I went to the guy’s house
in Genoa, he laughed.

He mocked me
and called me “rent boy”.

But I didn’t know him.

Later I realised
he’d seen me in the video.

Thanks for the tracksuit.
It fits perfectly.

How are you?

Starving.

When I get out,
I’m off to a restaurant.

They’re discharging me tomorrow.

Perfect! That means
you’ll be able to question Imbreccia.

Hang on. Why me?

Because I ordered you to.

You’re scared.

Don’t try and pretend with me.

Antonio, I repeat, it’s an order.

Come to think of it,
I’m not feeling well at all.

I was stabbed.

Actually...

I’m going to go and rest.
These painkillers are making me dizzy.

Want some advice?

Don’t come out swinging.

Count to 10,
and when the moment’s right...

let him have it.

As usual.

Please, take a seat.

Are you ready to view
the mobile phone video?

We already did.

We plan on contesting

How did you get hold of that mobile?

It’s all in order.

We have the arrest warrant,
the seizure order for the phone

and the judge’s authorisation
for the interrogation.

You must feel very alone.

This is no longer about
your relationship with an escort,

but with a man.

Your Vatican friends
will all abandon you.

Tell your colleague that my client
reserves his right not to respond.

I’m not asking him any questions.

But don’t worry.

Your wife won’t leave you.

Not yet. Because of the kids.

- The media has to be dealt with.
- Knock it off.

But once things blow over,
your wife will leave you too.

She’ll take the kids

and you’ll be alone.

It’s up to you. Do you want to be alone
with lies or with the truth?

You have no proof.

You can have a family, cover up,
hold down an important job.

But when you’re not yourself,
you’ll never be happy.

Into this unhappiness

came Simone and Giorgia.

Beautiful, young,
with a house at your disposal.

There’s nothing better in life
than feeling free.

The hours you spent there
were worth the price.

But then Giorgia ruined everything
by filming you.

You tried to stop them.
You paid.

But you realised it was useless.
They’d keep asking for money.

So the only solution
was to k*ll them both.

It wasn’t like that.

The rest is more or less right,
but not that.

Giovanni...

My client needs a break.

Do you need a break?

Being alone...

but finally yourself...

that’s a good starting point, trust me.

Yes, you’re right.

Giorgia ruined everything.

- This isn’t questioning, it’s a farce.
- Nicola...

One day Giorgia turned up
outside the newsroom.

She was screaming,
demanding money,

saying she’d share the video
unless I paid.

But I had paid...

Marzon.


then 50,000 a few days later.

But he wanted more.

Giorgia couldn’t believe it.

He’d used her.
He’d kept all the money.

She told me
she was going to see him

to get everything
that was owed to her.

But she never returned
from Genoa.

The truth is...

that we were all
desperate wretches.

But Marzon was the worst of all.

So it was Marzon
who k*lled Giorgia?

This confession is invalid.

You coerced him, Petra.

In here, I’m not Petra.
I’m Inspector Delicato.

Address me accordingly.

Yes?

It’s Petra.

Home alone?

Pietro’s asleep
and Roberto’s on duty at the hospital.

Did you talk?

Yes.

Want a coffee?

No, thanks.

Feeling better?

Yes.

And how are you?

I’m better too, thanks.

I got one of Nicola’s clients arrested.
An important man.

How did it go?

I’ve freed myself of a monster.

Nicola, that is.

And what have you decided?

I’ve asked him to leave.

Are his bags packed?

Not yet.

No way!

- You kept this?
- You bet.

It took me years
to steal it from you.

- What year was it?
- You were still in high school.

- I can’t believe I wore stuff like this.
- And far worse.

I’ve missed you.

I’m glad.

Did you change its water
before you left?

No. But don’t worry, it’ll be fine.

Figures.

- What if it dies?
- It won’t. It never does.

- Did you name it?
- No.

Aunty, we can’t keep calling it Spider.

Why not?

It’s like calling me “boy”
and you “aunty”.

But our names are Pietro and Petra.

We've got the same name.

News about Imbreccia’s arrest
has broken.

You did a great job.

Thanks.

You should get stabbed more often.

Let’s go.

Let’s go.

Michele...

Are you hungry?

Tomorrow I’ll buy you crickets.

You are invited to Palazzo Nove
on the 23rd at 19.30

So, two options for your allergy:

an antihistamine,
which could cause drowsiness,

or cortisone,
which could cause mood swings.

So let’s avoid that.

Agreed.

Or a nasal decongestant.

Much better.

- Thanks, Antonio.
- No problem.

We lone wolves
need to look after each other.

That applies to you too.
If you get panicky at night...

instead of raiding the fridge, call me.

Why?

Have I got fat?

No, you look great.

Petra, don't you ever feel the need
to have someone by your side?

There are always
too many requirements.

I think you’re ready for someone.

I’ll make do with you for now.