Zen (2011) s01e02 Episode Script
Cabal
Zen 1x2 Cabal Another championship gone.
You know, that club pulls in over 120 million euros a year? For what? Nothing! Pathetic.
Even the Vatican can't make money like that disappear.
Runners-up again, second a couple of seasons ago.
Couldn't even beat the Sicilians in that one.
'Course, that final match was fixed to let them stay up.
I tell you, Roma could teach the government a thing or two about blowing money.
They might at least spend it on bribes, you know.
- Hey! Wake up! - What? Stay focused! That's him, isn't it? Right, come on.
Shit! God damn! Bridge, now! What the hell's going on? Never mind, just get the hell out of here.
Go! Hello? But Romizi's on call.
Yeah, okay.
Mamma, what are you doing up already? I heard your phone.
- Is everything all right? - Yeah.
Someone's dead.
But on the bright side, it isn't you or me.
- What? - You have changed.
You seem to have opened your eyes recently.
Yeah, about ten minutes ago.
You can joke, Aurelio, but I know everything.
Yeah, I know.
Now go to bed and stop snooping.
That's how I heard about your father.
A phone call in the night.
Hey, Zen.
What are you doing here? We were expecting Romizi.
Yeah, we just found out he was bloody useless.
Took you long enough.
Here.
Identity card from the body.
Thanks.
Wow! Umberto Baglioni Ruspanti? What, you know him? You don't get out much, do you? He's famous.
Yeah? Well, he's dead now.
Suicide.
Couple saw him fall about three o'clock this morning.
- Suicide? - Sure.
It's a popular spot, the Tiber for suicides.
We get them all the time.
- He's not in the Tiber.
- What? - He's on the pavement.
- So? So you're suggesting that he missed? Or maybe a gust of wind took him as he plunged towards the water.
Zen.
I'm in the car behind you.
My dear Aurelio, how are you? It's funny, I was wondering what I was doing here.
The Minister and I felt very strongly that this tragic suicide was a case which required your delicate touch.
- Suicide? - Of course.
What else could it be? May I ask your interest in the deceased? Well, a suicide in such a famous and aristocratic family, even a black sheep like poor Umberto, is bound to attract a lot of attention.
And who knows what may be dredged up to damage the government? The last time I suffered one of your interventions, you were a model of clarity.
That was an unusually acute case in a very trying set of circumstances.
Yes, particularly for me.
I am certain you will find Ruspanti died by his own hand.
That being so, I am sure everyone would wish this case to be wrapped up as quickly and quietly as possible to save the family any unnecessary suffering.
- Oh, of course.
- My dear Zen, do I detect a certain cynicism? No, not a bit of it.
You are aware, of course, that the recent budget cuts, so distressing elsewhere, - did not strike your department? - I'm very grateful.
- How did you find out about this? - I beg your pardon? Well, you arrived round about the same time as me.
I was wondering how that was possible.
You may rest assured, the Minister does not forget his debts.
I'll be off, then.
- Morning.
- Good morning.
- Good morning, Detective.
- Ms.
Moretti.
How are you? - Fine, thanks, you? - Good, thanks.
I'm sitting over here, if you? Sure, why not? Thanks.
Good morning, may I have a coffee, please? Thank you.
I really want to have sex with you.
Thanks very much, very kind of you.
And I'm sick of meeting like this.
I know.
I'm just I'm just not very happy with anyone at work knowing.
You never know what's going to be used against you.
I know.
You're right.
Listen, I I told Luca I want a separation.
He went crazy.
He just won't accept it.
Aurelio, I need to get out.
I can't stand another day with him and his mother.
You have no idea what she's like to me.
It's like it's my fault he has so many problems.
I I've been looking for a small apartment, something central, and then I can take a day off when they're both out and pack up and go.
I've got the movers all lined up.
I just need an address to give them.
Somewhere we can just be together.
Well You can always come and stay with me.
And your mother? No, thanks.
She's not that bad.
Aurelio, she's your mother.
No-one's good enough for you and especially not some tramp who's leaving her husband.
Actually, she always got on better with my wife than I did.
Oh? Even worse! Some tramp who's not a patch on the last one.
A nice apartment in central Rome.
And cheap, too.
You know what I make.
I know it's impossible, but I just really want to be in town, you know.
All these years I've been living on a roundabout near the airport, and I never felt I actually lived in Rome.
I'll make some calls.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Mr.
Zen? Please.
Come in.
- Thank you.
I'll call if I need you.
- Aurelio.
- Giorgio.
"Let nobody mourn.
"Where I am going, they cannot hurt me.
" Succinct.
Did he have a file? Nope.
No criminal record at all.
Must be mafia.
He did all right for himself, this Ruspanti.
No, he didn't own it.
Belongs to the Ministry of lnterior.
Janitor told me.
Zen.
Do you know anyone who can sort a building permit? My brother's having a problem with his garage.
Not off hand.
You know anyone who's got a nice apartment to rent, central Rome, absolutely no money? Sure, I'll get right on that! Are you moving? No.
It's for a friend.
I sort of promised her.
You're an idiot.
- I know.
- You never learn, do you? I told you, if you come to work for me, you could buy an apartment in central Rome instead of renting it.
Listen, you'd trust Giorgio, wouldn't you? Um, I'd trust Giorgio, unless he's changed since I left the department.
Um, he'd betray you, if he had to, but not on principle like Fabri or Romizi.
- And he'd tell you first.
- Yeah.
That's what I think.
You in trouble again? Um, yeah, I think so.
Well, like I always say, when you're in trouble, call someone else.
So, he searches his own apartment and then he kills himself? Sure.
Or he kills himself and then he searches the apartment.
Listen I don't think this is suicide.
What are you not telling me? You don't need to know.
Look, if we log this I guarantee this investigation is going to be closed down by lunch.
Tempting thought.
How would you feel if I forgot I found this for a couple of days? Don't know.
Listen, my brother-in-law works in the labs.
If we start the forensics.
Fingerprinting, handwriting comparison, without it appearing in the case file, then we have it if we need it.
On the other hand, if we need it to disappear Poof! Poof? Poof.
Hey, Zen.
Listen, thanks for catching my suicide.
I had a nice lie-in.
Oh, good.
Guess who Fabri's taking to lunch! Tania Moretti! - I told you I'd sleep with her.
- Indeed you did, Vincenzo.
Still time to place a bet, although my odds have shortened somewhat.
What are my odds now? You've been scratched.
- Hey, Zen.
- Yeah? - You wrapped up that suicide yet? - Uh Couple of loose ends.
Loose ends? Loose ends! Have you any idea what my case load looks like? Don't talk to me about loose ends! Murder! Slaughter! Carnage! That's our business! It's a sewer out there and your job is to hose it down, not bleat on about loose ends! I don't want loose ends.
I want answers! I want solutions! I want results! You useless shower of gits.
Come on! And that goes for everyone in this department.
I want to see some action around here.
I want to see some effort! God, give me strength! Sweet divine suffering Christ.
Ms.
Pirlo? Detective.
Thank you for making time for me at such short notice.
Oh, when such a famous and powerful prosecutor as yourself asks a humble detective to lunch, there can hardly be any question of refusal.
Aw.
I hope you don't feel that - I ordered you to come! - No! Nadia, how are you? Eduardo! What a lovely surprise.
- Amadeo.
- Detective Zen! Good to see you again.
We'll talk soon.
I didn't know you knew the Minister.
Oh, yes, he's erm He's recently taken something of an interest in my career.
As have I! That Faso case was an incredible triumph.
- Thank you.
- So tell me, what are you working on at the moment? Oh, nothing really, just a routine death by the river this morning.
Oh, yeah, I heard about that on the news.
What was the poor man's name? Umberto Ruspanti.
That's right, Ruspanti.
I suppose you're under a lot of pressure to wrap up a case like that as quickly as possible? No, not really.
To spare the family any unnecessary suffering, I mean.
There is always that consideration, yes.
You know, you have quite a reputation for integrity, Detective.
It's amazing how mud sticks.
Is that a joke? Yes.
I see, very good.
Thank you.
They said on the radio that Ruspanti's death was suspicious.
If I remember rightly.
Well, between you and me, it is beginning to look like suicide.
Really? That's my gut instinct.
Yet, so often in these cases, a gut instinct can be dreadfully misleading.
Yes, in my experience, there is always room for doubt.
I'm so glad you see it that way, Detective.
Personally, I'm not a great fan of our system of patronage, here in Italy.
The system whereby someone in my position, for example, would be in a position to do someone in your position a great deal of good.
Or the opposite.
It seems positively medieval.
But there it is.
To sum up then, you believe there's more to the Ruspanti death than meets the eye? Well, I do think it's vitally important to do things properly! Don't you agree, Detective? To look closely at all the facts, everyone involved.
To leave no stone unturned, whatever you may find underneath.
After all, it's just one's duty as a police officer, isn't it? Yes, erm, that's true.
Shall we order? - Ecco lei, prego.
Prego.
- I'm starving.
This necklace is very pretty.
- Thank you.
- Is that amethyst? It's a nice jacket.
Beautiful jewels, got me thinking.
Actually, I do a bit of gemmology.
I don't know if you know what it is? - Really? - The study of precious stones.
Hey.
You were right.
- It's not suicide.
- Go on.
The autopsy says he died from the fall, even though he was full of alcohol and barbiturates.
But he was attacked first.
There were contusions on the face which were nothing to do with the fatal injuries.
The witnesses who saw Ruspanti fall also saw a man on the bridge right above him.
- No-one mentioned that.
- Nobody asked! I spoke to them myself this morning.
Now there's a traffic light camera by the bridge.
It doesn't show what happened to Ruspanti, but it does show a man jumping into a moving car.
- License plate? - Indistinct, then they started work on it.
- Well, I'd like to see that.
- Yeah, so would I.
It's disappeared.
- What do you mean? - All the footage.
Everything.
I was out of the room for maybe ten minutes, tops.
From the basement of the Police Headquarters? Do we tell Moscati? I don't know.
I mean, what could he do? What's going on? Right now, I don't think we can trust anyone.
This makes me look bad.
Look, I Of course it's urgent.
Well, who do I need to speak to, then? Moscati wants you to start on these.
Someone called Gattuso called.
- He said he wanted to see you.
- Thanks.
How was your lunch? - Incredible.
- Hmm? I knew about that place, of course, but never had the money to go.
Did you have the white truffle penne? No, I had seafood risotto with a steak and then artichokes on the side.
Pity, it was a revelation.
And Vincenzo chose this amazing wine to go with it.
- Vincenzo? - His family has a lot of property in Rome.
He said he could find me an apartment.
Actually, I think it's his wife's family that owns the property, but Yes, he's very into her.
And his children.
You wouldn't have known it.
No, what, you mean from the way he climbs all over the secretaries? We are "female support staff" these days, Detective.
But enough of me.
- How was your "business" lunch? - Actually, it was rather harrowing.
It didn't seem that harrowing to me.
I thought she was very attractive.
- And she certainly liked you.
- Me? Yes.
Couldn't you tell? I didn't get the impression she liked anyone.
No wonder you've been single for years.
Right, I'm going to go Listen.
I've just spent six years of my life with someone very jealous and I won't be spending the next six like that.
- What's that supposed to mean? - It means you have to trust me.
I'm on him.
He's just going into the lawyer's apartment.
Yes? Mr.
Gattuso, it's Aurelio Zen.
Thank you so much for coming.
- Thank you for calling me.
- Please So I understand you're Umberto Ruspanti's lawyer? - I erm I was, yes.
- Thank you.
Sorry - I haven't got over the shock yet.
- Hmm.
I was driving back from Bologna this morning when I heard the news.
My mother's unwell.
I often have to go up at short notice.
No, thank you.
So, did he have family? No.
His parents are dead.
He was an only child, I think.
He never married, as far as I know.
Is there anyone I should talk to? Anyone he was intimate with? We weren't close, personally.
I always got the impression he was quite solitary.
- Do you know who or what AOC is? - AOC? Yeah, it was the last entry in his diary.
AOC.
6.
30.
No.
So, you're executing the will, are you? Yes, no assets, no children, simple affair.
He kept a safe deposit box somewhere, but I don't have a key.
Well, someone searched his flat last night.
You don't have any idea what someone might be looking for, do you? From what he told me, he was in the process of selling some information to interested parties.
Some documents.
He seemed to think they were of great value to the right people.
He seemed to think they would get him out of the hole he was in.
So when did you last see him? - Two days ago.
- How did he seem? He was ruined, financially, socially.
How do you think he seemed? He had nothing left to live for.
- So, you think he killed himself? - No, I'm certain he was murdered.
Who by? He had made himself an enemy of immense power.
And, in my opinion, he was killed because he had become a threat.
A threat to who? If I tell you what I know, or even what I suspect, I would expect to suffer the same fate.
But this I can tell you His killers will never be brought to justice.
Not by you or anyone else.
Well Thank you for your time.
These documents, you don't think they are in the safe deposit box, do you? I cannot say any more.
Be careful, Detective.
I'll show you out.
I do hope you had the white truffle penne! No, but I hear it was a revelation.
As indeed was your lunch companion! What on earth could bring Aurelio Zen to the rapt attention of Nadia Pirlo? Well, the truth is, um The truth is, it was more of a personal thing between us.
If you know what I mean.
Well, good luck, my friend.
Is the Ruspanti case closed yet? Not yet.
I'm still waiting on the autopsy report.
It seems to have got lost in the system somehow.
Don't upset me, Detective.
- Hey, Giorgio.
- Hey.
Look.
We both know there's something funny going on, but We can't open a murder enquiry, not officially.
- Why not? - I've got to stall Moscati.
What I'm going to do, I'm going to turn off my phone and I'm just going to go home.
- I think you should do the same.
- Just like the old days! Yeah.
- I've got myself re-assigned.
- Oh! Look, whatever this is, I'm out of my depth.
I've got the kids still in college, you know.
And I need my pension.
Yeah.
Sorry.
No, I understand.
My brother-in-law's looking at the, er, suicide note, unofficially, and the autopsy report's in your, er, bottom drawer.
- Have a good evening.
- And you.
Thanks.
- Any more problems, let me know.
- Thanks, bye.
Hi.
Tania.
I do trust you.
Really? Then I thought it would have been obvious to a devious Venetian like you that nothing would throw the department off our scent more than a lunch with Vincenzo Fabri.
While at the same time moving your odds to a very attractive length.
My odds? So You know about the The bet? It's hard to keep a secret in this place.
You should know that by now.
Well, I've been scratched.
Pity.
I was going to make a killing.
It's terrible, really.
It's a real relic of the old macho Italy, that is.
Not to mention a blatant contravention of recent departmental directives on respect and equality in the workplace.
Yes.
There's one on you.
What? Is there? Yes, of course.
A lot of the women find you attractive, especially the older ones.
They think you look like Joaquin Phoenix.
- Really? - Yes.
Er, by the way, Vincenzo Fabri's showing me a flat tomorrow lunchtime.
Well, I certainly hope you, er, like it.
It's near the Colosseum.
He says I can move in straight away.
That's, well, you know, fingers crossed.
Thank you.
See you tomorrow, Detective.
See you tomorrow.
Hello.
Angelo, it's me.
I want a luxury flat, centre of Rome.
Ridiculously cheap Now! Well, that's the pleasantries out of the way.
I was hoping the Arcuti family remember they still owe me a favour.
- The Arcutis? - Yeah.
If you wanted a luxury flat burnt down, they might be worth calling, but otherwise How about you? Sorry, Detective, not my area.
Mamma! You were never home this early when we were married.
Actually, we still are married.
Or course.
How could I forget? I invited Mara to dinner, Aurelio.
I knew you wouldn't mind.
No, of course not.
What do you want? So typical of you to assume an ulterior motive.
So typical of you to have one.
All right.
I want a divorce.
Why? I want to marry someone else.
Oh, Donata.
That's lovely, thank you.
Yeah, we should have Mara over more often, shouldn't we? I agree with you.
It's so nice to be together again.
- Does she know? - Not yet.
- But we're all living a lie.
- Never bothered you before.
Now I remember why I left you.
Aurelio, I can't believe it! We're out of tomatoes.
Don't worry, I'll pop out in a minute and get some.
I can't believe you're marrying that old fart Pietro! That's been over for ages.
Why? Did you sleep with his friends? The man I am going to marry is Andrea Mazzoretti.
Hmm.
You'd like him, you have a lot in common.
Really? Are you having sex with his friends, too? Please, Aurelio.
I would be very grateful.
I wouldn't wrap a dead dog in your gratitude.
God, I enjoyed cheating on you.
Come on, Aurelio! I need those tomatoes.
Coming, Mother.
- I'll give you the money.
- You don't have to give me the money.
- How is it going? - As well as ever.
Give me the keys.
Come on.
Get in the car.
- Get in the car.
- Okay.
I apologise for the manner of our meeting, but I had to assume you were under surveillance and I never take risks.
That's why I'm still alive.
Drive! Yeah, straight, straight.
Left! Come on.
Right.
Turn right.
Left.
Keys.
So, how can I help you? I want you to solve the killing of Umberto Baglioni Ruspanti.
Do you mind if I smoke? Don't try anything.
What do you know about the Cabal? - Never heard of it.
- It's a criminal organisation, formed after the war, of a group of aristocrats, right-wing generals, to defend the Church against Communism.
It's changed over the years and now it admits wealthy industrialists, politicians, highly-placed members of the Church itself.
Very highly placed.
New recruits, they're carefully selected, and then they're invited to participate.
And if they refuse, they simply disappear.
Like I had to.
I've been hunted like a dog for more than twenty years now.
Of course, officially, I no longer exist.
There's no names, there's no documents, there's nothing that connects me to the State.
Do you mind if I phone my mother? She might be worrying about me.
Look! I don't think that you're taking me seriously, Detective.
Okay.
I'm listening.
I need you to find the men who murdered Ruspanti.
The Cabal, they've broken cover.
That means they are vulnerable.
I have high hopes for you, Detective.
You're a Venetian, you're an outsider here, you're a maverick.
With a reputation for integrity.
I think I can work with you.
Maledetto Ah, stronzo! Sei uno stronzo! So what's your connection with Ruspanti? Well, the idea was that he was going to sell me information on the Cabal.
Names, dates, bank accounts Kept them in a safe deposit box.
Where did he get this information? He was one of them, of course! But he needed money desperately.
When did you last see him? The day he died.
- He wanted 50,000 Euros.
- Do you have 50,000 Euros? How do you think I've survived this long? My family was one of the richest in Italy.
Are your initials AOC? No.
AOC, that's Ruspanti's representative on the committee.
Every member has one.
- Do you know his name? - Of course.
But it would be fatal for you to approach him.
No, in fact it would be quite useless.
- I still want to know who he is.
- Listen.
Ruspanti's murder, it's typical of the Cabal.
They always try and make it look like suicide, or people just vanish from their homes.
It's ruthless, it's professional and it's untraceable.
And for this job, the men who were used, they almost certainly came from your own department, men beyond suspicion of I find that hard to believe.
But ask yourself this.
Have you been approached recently by a beautiful young woman who strangely and inexplicably finds you attractive? Or has there been pressure on high to reach a verdict of suicide? Or perhaps some vital evidence of murder has gone missing from Police Headquarters? If not, it soon will.
Believe me, Detective, you have no idea what we're up against.
Ruspanti's funeral tomorrow You should go.
You don't really deserve any dinner.
I'm sorry, Mamma.
I was kidnapped at gunpoint by a paranoid conspiracy theorist.
Mara was very nice about it, but I know she was upset.
Mamma, Mara and me, I don't think we're going to be getting back together again.
- No? - No.
Did she tell you she wanted a divorce? She told me she met someone very nice.
I'm very happy for her.
Me too.
But I want you to be happy as well.
And here you are, stuck in a flat with your stupid old mother.
Oh, come on, you're not old.
- Our usual table is taken.
- Pity.
You think Fabri's going to jump on me today? - At the flat? - No! No, I'm sure his professionalism will prevent anything so inappropriate.
I think you misjudge him.
Perhaps it's my line of work that makes me so sadly mistrustful.
A bottle of Brunello for you, if I'm wrong.
Done.
Oh, will you do something for me? Anything.
Will you log in to the system using Romizi's computer, when he's not there, obviously.
His password is divineponytail.
- How do you know that? - Don't ask.
Will you find out anything you can about an organisation called the Cabal? - The Cabal? What's that? - I don't know, it's probably It's probably nothing, just make sure no-one knows you're doing it.
Are you okay? Yeah.
There's people that want this case closed or else.
And there's some other people that want this case kept open or else.
Well, either way, my next posting's going to be the Alps.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm late for a funeral.
Excuse me.
Police.
Hello.
My name's Zen, I'm a police officer.
- I'm investigating Mr Ruspanti's death.
- Never heard of him.
The funeral service you just attended, that was his.
I'm a professional mourner and I have a lot of clients.
- What did you say your name was? - Zen.
Z-E-N.
It's Venetian.
They say the Venetians invented gonorrhoea.
Yep.
Sold it to the Romans.
I'm Arianna and you can have five minutes.
I will need to get changed while we talk.
I have a business meeting in fifteen minutes.
Okay.
So what was your relationship with, um Umberto Ruspanti? I was his friend.
Well, the only one who would still lend him money, anyway.
- Uh-huh.
- I was like a cash point.
So, erm You were close? Do you mean, were we doing it? Yeah, I suppose.
Then why don't you say so? You have less than four minutes left.
Well, because I was brought up to respect women and, to be honest, I've always found it difficult to phrase a question like that.
You're so sweet! Well, I suppose we must have had relations a couple of times, when we first met.
But he was never very interested.
I find that hard to believe.
And gallant, too! You obviously don't know Umberto was gay.
Although he never really came to terms with it.
He certainly made a big effort with women, but that was what it was: An effort.
We met when he hired me for one of his soirées.
That was years ago when I was just starting out.
He really knew how to throw a party! Everybody was there! - Right, so you're a - Zip.
Please.
Lady of the night, yes.
Although I am also available in the afternoons.
Myself, I prefer the term courtesan.
What do you think? - It's grey.
- Yes, it is! What an eye you have.
Zip.
- So when did you last see him? - The night he died.
Your initials aren't AOC, are they? No.
AMLVF.
Why? Go on.
Well, he came over at about ten, and we stayed up drinking until three or four in the morning.
Then he went to sleep on the sofa and I went to the bathroom.
And when I came back He'd gone.
So he must have gone directly from here to To where he died? Well, he was depressed, God knows.
But that evening, he seemed serene, just suddenly free of it all.
He didn't even want to borrow money.
Of course, now I know why.
You always think afterwards, I should have seen it.
I should have stopped him Zip.
So you think he killed himself? Of course.
Didn't you see the suicide note? How about this one? And don't tell me it's red.
Too red.
Zip We used to talk about suicide sometimes.
He said that if he was ever going to kill himself, he'd throw himself in the Tiber.
That was typical of Umberto, that sort of grand gesture.
He missed.
What? When he threw himself in the Tiber, he missed.
That sums him up, really.
Unlucky in business, unlucky in love.
Can you zip me again? But it was the arrest that really pushed him to the edge.
What arrest? Well, you must know he got bagged in a sting trying to sell millions of fake bearer bonds? You're kidding me? - Who do you work for? - I sometimes wonder.
Go on.
Well, he was looking at a lot of time.
Umberto was not someone who could do time.
How about this one? Beautiful.
Thank you.
Time's up, detective.
Goodbye.
Oh, one last question.
- Arianna, tell me about the Cabal? - The what? Nothing.
Thank you.
Giorgio.
Yeah.
Michelangelo Gattuso.
- Ruspanti's lawyer.
- What about him? He's disappeared.
Very suddenly.
- I'm there now.
- Shit, I'm on my way.
- Sono andata a dormire alle due.
- Non ho sentito nessun rumore sospetto.
Someone's really after something, I tell you.
Gattuso's secretary gets to the office this morning.
Place is broken into and trashed.
She reports the burglary, then calls Gattuso.
Nothing.
Comes over here, finds this.
Ruspanti's will and legal documents, all stolen.
Now, she says he had a crucial client meeting this morning, which he would never have missed.
Not only did he not show up, he didn't even call.
And we found this spent cartridge case on the floor.
Okay.
So, when this turns into a murder enquiry, the link to Ruspanti is going to come out, isn't it? Yeah.
You don't think I can stall this any more, do you? No.
You know what? I don't want to stall it any more.
I'm going to talk to Moscati.
Hello? - Arianna.
- Yes.
- Zen.
- Who gave you this number? - Look, Ruspanti's lawyer's disappeared.
- What? That creep Gattuso? Who cares? Well, there's a chance you might be in danger too.
Look, I want you to pack Listen, don't be ridiculous.
And don't call me again, or I'll have you fired.
Understand? What's the matter, darling? Everything all right? No! It isn't.
Hmm, you'd better tell me all about it.
Come on! Shift your Oi, want to go to jail? Shift your arse.
Ciao! Cheek of them.
I hear they got Ruspanti's lawyer.
- How do you know? - I monitor your radio communications.
Ruspanti must have told him something.
Don't bother looking for the body, you won't find it.
They use an industrial incinerator out by the docks.
I think they're on my trail again.
You develop a sixth sense after a while.
So, I want to give you this.
If anything happens to me, you open it.
You meet me tonight, at ten.
And you make sure you're not followed.
Both our lives depend on it.
And I'll give you something else.
Tonight could be difficult.
- Difficult? - Yeah.
Detective, I do not have a great deal of time left.
So I live in the knowledge that one night, perhaps tonight, perhaps tomorrow, there will be a knock at my hotel room door.
That is my fate and I have chosen.
I chose it because I believe that what I am doing is right.
Now do you understand me? Yeah.
I understand.
So you do promise you'll come? Yes.
I promise.
- What's your name? - Massimo.
Massimo what? Call this a case? This is not a case! - It's a turd! - Whatever it is, I'd come back later.
- This won't wait.
- Your prosecutor called.
She's not "my" prosecutor.
- Twice.
- How was Fabri's flat? - Amazing! - Three days! A competent sloth could have done more in a morning! Do it again! Do it better! Do it right, because if you don't, I bet the two of you won't have a job in the morning.
And I don't care how connected you are.
Get out of my sight.
And in the future, don't waste my time! Unbelievable.
What do you want? Oh, you'd better be finished with that damn suicide! It's not a suicide.
- What? - It's not a suicide, and I want a warrant for every safe deposit box in the city, please.
- You must be out of your mind! - No, I'm not.
Someone threw a man off a bridge and I want to know who did it and why.
Because I don't think they should get away with it.
Because that is my job and I'm sick of people trying to stop me from doing it.
- Oh, my God.
- Someone get his medicine! Loosen his tie.
- It's okay.
- Get an ambulance! You're okay.
You're okay.
Okay, make sure you put them under his tongue.
Yes, I know, I know.
An ambulance to the Questura di Roma.
Thanks.
Could you make a reservation for tomorrow night at the Bolognese for 8.
30? Oh, no, no, no, make it nine, my usual table.
- Pirlo, yeah? - Hi, it's Zen.
Moscati's had a heart attack.
Oh, my God.
Is he dead? No, but he's going to need an operation.
Right.
I'll have some flowers sent over straight away.
Well, I'm sure he'll be thrilled to hear that, but that's not really why I called.
Erm, I needed a warrant from him, and now I need one from you.
Come to my apartment at seven.
I'll text you the address.
No, I can come to the office Or not.
Detective.
The Minister asked me to stop by in person to express his sympathies.
Is there anything we can do? No, he's with his wife at the moment.
Oh, then we should leave him in peace.
You know, it's events like this act as a reminder to us all how fleeting is life and opportunity.
But, sadly, we cannot simply cast aside our burdens and responsibilities.
Yeah.
About the Ruspanti thing, that's become a bit problematic.
Problematic? There's been a few complications.
Good heavens.
Your dark abstractions begin to alarm.
My thinking is, the less you and the Minister know about what's happening, the better.
Just this once, do you think you could trust me? Well, I must confess, I did experience a moment of doubt when you told me about your relationship with Nadia Pirlo.
But my sources in her office assure me it's all true.
I hope you will forgive my temporary lapse of faith.
No.
Don't give it another thought.
But as a friend, I feel I should advise you.
She always eats the male after copulation.
- I'll bear that in mind.
- Good.
And bear this in mind also.
You are not to contact Arianna von Falkenhayn again.
- Is that her real name? - A pity to spoil the magic.
Our very best wishes to Moscati.
It wasn't your fault.
Listen, you just happened to be there when his heart went.
That's all.
And he's going to be fine.
Yeah, it isn't just that.
It's everything.
It's your apartment.
It's my marriage.
It's this case.
It's I just feel like I'm getting everything wrong.
Your marriage? Mara wants a divorce.
I don't understand you.
You're separated anyway.
Yeah.
- You mean you still have feelings for her? - No, of course not.
Well, not nice ones, anyway.
No, I I think I still have feelings for the marriage, I suppose.
Before, it was over, but it wasn't It wasn't a failure, you know? Divorce, that's pretty final, you know.
You failed.
You get a piece of paper to prove it.
Look, if this is all going too fast for you, we could just forget it.
If you're not ready for it, that's absolutely fine by me.
Make yourself comfortable, Aurelio.
Thank you.
Poor old Moscati.
Who do you think will get his job? - I hadn't thought.
- Mmm.
I think we should have an affair.
That's That's obviously very flattering, but that's not why I came here.
Oh, come on, don't be coy! My sources tell me you're separated from your wife and currently quite unattached.
Ah, well, actually I recently became involved with someone.
So? What does that have to do with anything? Treachery is not part of my nature.
Well, you can hardly expect to get Moscati's job then, can you? I obviously overestimated you.
Look Nadia.
The reason I'm here is I want a warrant.
I need to get my hands on the records for every safe deposit box in the city.
- Are you serious? - Yes.
I'd need a very good reason for that.
How about breaking the Cabal? The Cabal? What's that? Hmm.
Okay.
Recently, it came to the attention of your office that Umberto Baglioni Ruspanti had been arrested for trying to pass off fake bearer bonds.
Naturally, the arrest of such a high-profile figure demanded your personal attention.
So you tootled off to see him without any particular expectation.
Imagine your surprise when, unsolicited, he offered you details of the greatest criminal conspiracy in Italian history.
Such a thing would be the greatest prize in any prosecutor's career.
And all he wanted in return was a guaranteed immunity from prosecution.
Hence, presumably, your disappointment at his untimely demise.
And hence also your desire to keep the case alive and achieve your prize by other means.
Me.
Is it coming back at all? Perhaps I underestimated you.
Of course, I knew about the Cabal.
Or suspected its existence.
I'd heard various rumours and gradually a picture began to form.
So, I believed Ruspanti.
But if it's as powerful as everyone says, you can't expect to bring it down.
Perhaps not.
But remember, Detective, all knowledge is power.
So, Ruspanti hid his evidence in a safe deposit box? Yep.
And I think the people that killed him know that.
This requires some thought.
I'll call you tomorrow with a decision.
See yourself out.
Zen? Hello? One night, perhaps tonight, perhaps tomorrow, there will be a knock at my hotel room door.
That is my fate and I have chosen.
And I chose it because I believe that what I am doing is right.
I want to give you this.
If anything happens to me, you open it.
Everything all right, sir? Oh, yeah.
Fine thanks.
Just closing up.
Yeah, hi.
Oh? Did I wake you? Er, no.
I just got back from the gym.
Listen, I've considered your warrant very carefully, but I'm afraid it's not going to be possible.
What? You're kidding, why? It's a sensitive area and we simply lack the evidence to push it through.
A sensitive what? A man was thrown off a bridge! Yes, I'm aware of that possibility.
But you'll just have to pursue other lines of enquiry.
There are no other lines of enquiry.
If I don't find that safe deposit box, it's over.
It's finished.
I do appreciate your efforts, Detective.
And, by the way, my offer still stands.
Hey, Zen.
I just don't think Moscati's going to make it.
Oh, if you fancy a punt on who gets his job, I'm taking bets.
Let's just hope we get a Roman this time.
It's called Guess the Governor, all right? Same as ever, I'll give you odds on anyone in the building.
But this time round there's a 10% tax on each bet.
So if you bet 40 euros, I get four.
Oh! What's wrong with your hand? Nothing.
We can't see him yet.
I called his daughter, she said he had a good night.
So that's good.
I gather the case is going well.
What case? There is no case.
I've got no idea who killed Ruspanti.
The witness has disappeared, someone's stolen the evidence.
It's over.
All I've managed to do is give Moscati a heart attack.
- True.
- Thanks for your support.
Zen.
- Arianna.
- They told me you were here.
Are you all right? Okay, I was wrong to cut you dead yesterday on the phone.
It was kind of you to warn me.
I hope I didn't get you into trouble.
Well, just a gentle warning.
Eduardo's so sweet.
- He'd do anything for me.
- Really? Listen, the thing is, I saw someone outside my apartment last night.
And, in fact, I had a feeling that they'd been inside.
Did they take anything? No, I don't think so.
Okay.
Perhaps you'd like to tell me about the, er, suicide note? - What about it? - Well, you mentioned it and I realised that, since he'd locked it inside his apartment, how did you know about it? Then why didn't you arrest me? Well, I figured the note was fake.
Thought if I kept quiet, I might find out more.
But the note wasn't fake.
I found it on the table in my apartment when he'd gone.
I ran after him, but I don't know, it was too late.
I didn't know what to do, I didn't want to get dragged into his mess, so I took it straight round to his flat and left it on the hall floor.
I couldn't see it would make any difference.
Are you telling me the suicide note's genuine? Of course it's genuine.
What? Do you Do you think I forged it? Ruspanti was murdered.
- I'm sure of it.
- Not by me.
He landed on his back, but there were contusions all over his face.
Not when he left my place.
- How did you get in? - He left his keys with the note.
In case I In case I wanted anything, I suppose.
- When you got to his flat, how did it look? - What do you mean? It was perfect, as always.
You didn't search for anything? - No, what on earth for? - Have you still got the keys? - Yeah.
- Can I have a look? What's this one for? This would be the key to the safe deposit box in his bank.
Detective! Thank you.
Thank you.
Thanks very much.
Come on, what are you waiting for? Someone's beaten us to it.
No.
- Of course.
- What? He was bluffing.
He's just been trying to sell an empty safe deposit box - to anyone he could think of.
- That's typical of him.
And I know at least one person who was trying to buy it.
What, that's it? - What, it's all over? - No.
We're the only two people that know this is empty.
So? I'm going to take this back to your apartment.
I'm going wait for the people that killed Ruspanti to come and get it.
So, what now? What are you doing here? You seem to have forgotten.
Umberto kept a set of your keys.
Get that gun off me.
Oh, what did he ever see in you? A cheap little whore in vulgar clothes, filling his ear with poison against me.
I'll take that case.
I knew this thieving slut would get her hands on it sooner or later.
All I had to do was wait.
So, you know what's in it? Of course, do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I would have loaned him all that money without security? Those diamonds are my collateral.
Diamonds? You are stupid.
Oh, really? In five minutes, I'll be rich.
And you'll be dead.
Think about that for a second.
Come on.
Pull that trigger, you pansy! You haven't got the guts, have you? That's what Umberto thought.
And look what happened to him.
You I loved him! Nobody loved him like I did, nobody.
I gave him everything, everything I had! He just dropped me.
All those broken promises.
Nobody uses me.
Not like that.
Now, take the bracelet off your wrist.
Okay.
Sorry to be clichéd, - but you'll never get away with this.
- Oh, really? But I'm dead already.
Another victim of that mysterious, all-powerful organisation, the Cabal.
As you two will be.
Well, the Cabal won't like being framed.
The Cabal doesn't exist! It was one of Umberto's ridiculous jokes.
My God, you really believed all that rubbish I fed you.
You're even more stupid than you look.
- That's always possible.
Keys.
- Now, take off the bracelet! Hold on for a second, I've just got something to sort out here, one moment.
- I don't have the keys.
- Yes, you do.
- I've not touched the keys.
- Come on! I know you have the keys, you locked this in the car.
I don't have the keys.
- Give me the case! - I don't have Sorry, I don't really know what to say.
Yeah, can I have Homicide, please? Let's get out of here, now.
Come.
- How is he? - Heh, grumpy as ever.
Listen, Ruspanti's suicide note, my brother-in-law sent it back from the lab.
The ink, the handwriting and the fingerprints all match the diary.
It's genuine.
100%.
Cheer up, you can't be right every time.
Now, that's just what I need.
You finished that damn case yet? You were right all along.
Suicide.
I believe you, thousands wouldn't.
So, Ruspanti was murdered.
Killed by his lover, a man called Gattuso, in a jealous rage.
Gattuso killed himself last night.
Jumped off Arianna von Falkenhayn's balcony.
What? She has to be kept out of this.
No, we don't want her in court, do we? Still, that's the least of our troubles, I'm afraid.
Nadia Pirlo is all over this.
- Oh, I knew it! - She said she wants to dig deep, thinks it might be an important case, and that Gattuso might have been acting for someone else.
- Who? - Allegations have been made Unsubstantiated, of course, but you know how it is.
The papers get hold of one of these ridiculous conspiracy theories.
It's hard to see where it will end.
Is there no way we can contain it? It's hard to say, really.
You see, what we really need is a suicide note from Umberto Ruspanti.
Gattuso's dead so, as far as I'm concerned, justice has been served.
The rest of the evidence is just circumstantial, really.
Where are we going to get a hold of a fake suicide note good enough to fool forensics? Pity to spoil the magic.
I assume such a development would prove expensive? It depends where you're sitting, really, doesn't it? So this one's from the 18th, and this one and then this other one.
This one is more detailed Of course.
Murder Squad.
- It's me.
- Sorry, Silvia.
I suppose you rang to gloat? No.
No.
I rang to say It's not going too fast for me.
I am ready for it.
Did you speak to your wife? She's right.
The marriage is dead.
We should bury it.
Giorgio, it's just not important to me.
That's it.
- Not at all? - No.
I don't get it, I'd go crazy.
Well, what don't you get? I was right about the prosecutor, wasn't I? Erm, er, actually, yeah.
- Yes, you were.
- Here's the other file.
Thanks.
By the way, there was nothing on the system about that thing you wanted Romizi to look into.
I forgot to tell you.
- Oh, okay.
- Hey, did you hear? He had an accident in the hospital.
- Quite funny, really.
- Can you stay late tonight? How late? As late as possible.
- Well, he made it in the end.
- Yes, he did.
Is it real, do you think? The Cabal? Oh, by the way, you wouldn't happen to know anything about building permits, would you? What do you need? - Night, guys.
- Goodnight, Tania.
See you tomorrow.
- Yes? - You may report to the committee that the police investigation has just been closed down.
Good.
And Ruspanti's documents, what of them? As you know, I never really thought they existed.
Nor did I.
You have done very well, and the committee will know it.
Eminence, I wish, with respect, to enquire about Massimo.
Your brother chose his own way a long time ago, Amadeo.
A special requiem mass will be said for his eternal soul tonight.
- And I'm sure you would like to attend.
- Thank you.
Accipite et bibite ex eo omnes.
Hic est enim calix sanguinis mei, novi et aeterni testamenti qui pro vobis et pro multis effundetur in remissionem peccatorum.
Hoc facite in in meam commemorationem.
Per Christum Dominum Nostrum.
Amen.
Keep them closed.
- Come on! - Shh, wait! - Come on! - Wait! Can I open? - Now you can open them.
- Sure? Yeah.
Come on.
Aurelio! Oh, my God.
Show me everything.
Is this really mine? For as long as you want it, yeah.
It's unbelievable! Rent free? I did someone a favour.
It must have been a very big favour.
Trust me, it only seemed that way to him.
Is there a bedroom? Um Is there a bedroom?
You know, that club pulls in over 120 million euros a year? For what? Nothing! Pathetic.
Even the Vatican can't make money like that disappear.
Runners-up again, second a couple of seasons ago.
Couldn't even beat the Sicilians in that one.
'Course, that final match was fixed to let them stay up.
I tell you, Roma could teach the government a thing or two about blowing money.
They might at least spend it on bribes, you know.
- Hey! Wake up! - What? Stay focused! That's him, isn't it? Right, come on.
Shit! God damn! Bridge, now! What the hell's going on? Never mind, just get the hell out of here.
Go! Hello? But Romizi's on call.
Yeah, okay.
Mamma, what are you doing up already? I heard your phone.
- Is everything all right? - Yeah.
Someone's dead.
But on the bright side, it isn't you or me.
- What? - You have changed.
You seem to have opened your eyes recently.
Yeah, about ten minutes ago.
You can joke, Aurelio, but I know everything.
Yeah, I know.
Now go to bed and stop snooping.
That's how I heard about your father.
A phone call in the night.
Hey, Zen.
What are you doing here? We were expecting Romizi.
Yeah, we just found out he was bloody useless.
Took you long enough.
Here.
Identity card from the body.
Thanks.
Wow! Umberto Baglioni Ruspanti? What, you know him? You don't get out much, do you? He's famous.
Yeah? Well, he's dead now.
Suicide.
Couple saw him fall about three o'clock this morning.
- Suicide? - Sure.
It's a popular spot, the Tiber for suicides.
We get them all the time.
- He's not in the Tiber.
- What? - He's on the pavement.
- So? So you're suggesting that he missed? Or maybe a gust of wind took him as he plunged towards the water.
Zen.
I'm in the car behind you.
My dear Aurelio, how are you? It's funny, I was wondering what I was doing here.
The Minister and I felt very strongly that this tragic suicide was a case which required your delicate touch.
- Suicide? - Of course.
What else could it be? May I ask your interest in the deceased? Well, a suicide in such a famous and aristocratic family, even a black sheep like poor Umberto, is bound to attract a lot of attention.
And who knows what may be dredged up to damage the government? The last time I suffered one of your interventions, you were a model of clarity.
That was an unusually acute case in a very trying set of circumstances.
Yes, particularly for me.
I am certain you will find Ruspanti died by his own hand.
That being so, I am sure everyone would wish this case to be wrapped up as quickly and quietly as possible to save the family any unnecessary suffering.
- Oh, of course.
- My dear Zen, do I detect a certain cynicism? No, not a bit of it.
You are aware, of course, that the recent budget cuts, so distressing elsewhere, - did not strike your department? - I'm very grateful.
- How did you find out about this? - I beg your pardon? Well, you arrived round about the same time as me.
I was wondering how that was possible.
You may rest assured, the Minister does not forget his debts.
I'll be off, then.
- Morning.
- Good morning.
- Good morning, Detective.
- Ms.
Moretti.
How are you? - Fine, thanks, you? - Good, thanks.
I'm sitting over here, if you? Sure, why not? Thanks.
Good morning, may I have a coffee, please? Thank you.
I really want to have sex with you.
Thanks very much, very kind of you.
And I'm sick of meeting like this.
I know.
I'm just I'm just not very happy with anyone at work knowing.
You never know what's going to be used against you.
I know.
You're right.
Listen, I I told Luca I want a separation.
He went crazy.
He just won't accept it.
Aurelio, I need to get out.
I can't stand another day with him and his mother.
You have no idea what she's like to me.
It's like it's my fault he has so many problems.
I I've been looking for a small apartment, something central, and then I can take a day off when they're both out and pack up and go.
I've got the movers all lined up.
I just need an address to give them.
Somewhere we can just be together.
Well You can always come and stay with me.
And your mother? No, thanks.
She's not that bad.
Aurelio, she's your mother.
No-one's good enough for you and especially not some tramp who's leaving her husband.
Actually, she always got on better with my wife than I did.
Oh? Even worse! Some tramp who's not a patch on the last one.
A nice apartment in central Rome.
And cheap, too.
You know what I make.
I know it's impossible, but I just really want to be in town, you know.
All these years I've been living on a roundabout near the airport, and I never felt I actually lived in Rome.
I'll make some calls.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Mr.
Zen? Please.
Come in.
- Thank you.
I'll call if I need you.
- Aurelio.
- Giorgio.
"Let nobody mourn.
"Where I am going, they cannot hurt me.
" Succinct.
Did he have a file? Nope.
No criminal record at all.
Must be mafia.
He did all right for himself, this Ruspanti.
No, he didn't own it.
Belongs to the Ministry of lnterior.
Janitor told me.
Zen.
Do you know anyone who can sort a building permit? My brother's having a problem with his garage.
Not off hand.
You know anyone who's got a nice apartment to rent, central Rome, absolutely no money? Sure, I'll get right on that! Are you moving? No.
It's for a friend.
I sort of promised her.
You're an idiot.
- I know.
- You never learn, do you? I told you, if you come to work for me, you could buy an apartment in central Rome instead of renting it.
Listen, you'd trust Giorgio, wouldn't you? Um, I'd trust Giorgio, unless he's changed since I left the department.
Um, he'd betray you, if he had to, but not on principle like Fabri or Romizi.
- And he'd tell you first.
- Yeah.
That's what I think.
You in trouble again? Um, yeah, I think so.
Well, like I always say, when you're in trouble, call someone else.
So, he searches his own apartment and then he kills himself? Sure.
Or he kills himself and then he searches the apartment.
Listen I don't think this is suicide.
What are you not telling me? You don't need to know.
Look, if we log this I guarantee this investigation is going to be closed down by lunch.
Tempting thought.
How would you feel if I forgot I found this for a couple of days? Don't know.
Listen, my brother-in-law works in the labs.
If we start the forensics.
Fingerprinting, handwriting comparison, without it appearing in the case file, then we have it if we need it.
On the other hand, if we need it to disappear Poof! Poof? Poof.
Hey, Zen.
Listen, thanks for catching my suicide.
I had a nice lie-in.
Oh, good.
Guess who Fabri's taking to lunch! Tania Moretti! - I told you I'd sleep with her.
- Indeed you did, Vincenzo.
Still time to place a bet, although my odds have shortened somewhat.
What are my odds now? You've been scratched.
- Hey, Zen.
- Yeah? - You wrapped up that suicide yet? - Uh Couple of loose ends.
Loose ends? Loose ends! Have you any idea what my case load looks like? Don't talk to me about loose ends! Murder! Slaughter! Carnage! That's our business! It's a sewer out there and your job is to hose it down, not bleat on about loose ends! I don't want loose ends.
I want answers! I want solutions! I want results! You useless shower of gits.
Come on! And that goes for everyone in this department.
I want to see some action around here.
I want to see some effort! God, give me strength! Sweet divine suffering Christ.
Ms.
Pirlo? Detective.
Thank you for making time for me at such short notice.
Oh, when such a famous and powerful prosecutor as yourself asks a humble detective to lunch, there can hardly be any question of refusal.
Aw.
I hope you don't feel that - I ordered you to come! - No! Nadia, how are you? Eduardo! What a lovely surprise.
- Amadeo.
- Detective Zen! Good to see you again.
We'll talk soon.
I didn't know you knew the Minister.
Oh, yes, he's erm He's recently taken something of an interest in my career.
As have I! That Faso case was an incredible triumph.
- Thank you.
- So tell me, what are you working on at the moment? Oh, nothing really, just a routine death by the river this morning.
Oh, yeah, I heard about that on the news.
What was the poor man's name? Umberto Ruspanti.
That's right, Ruspanti.
I suppose you're under a lot of pressure to wrap up a case like that as quickly as possible? No, not really.
To spare the family any unnecessary suffering, I mean.
There is always that consideration, yes.
You know, you have quite a reputation for integrity, Detective.
It's amazing how mud sticks.
Is that a joke? Yes.
I see, very good.
Thank you.
They said on the radio that Ruspanti's death was suspicious.
If I remember rightly.
Well, between you and me, it is beginning to look like suicide.
Really? That's my gut instinct.
Yet, so often in these cases, a gut instinct can be dreadfully misleading.
Yes, in my experience, there is always room for doubt.
I'm so glad you see it that way, Detective.
Personally, I'm not a great fan of our system of patronage, here in Italy.
The system whereby someone in my position, for example, would be in a position to do someone in your position a great deal of good.
Or the opposite.
It seems positively medieval.
But there it is.
To sum up then, you believe there's more to the Ruspanti death than meets the eye? Well, I do think it's vitally important to do things properly! Don't you agree, Detective? To look closely at all the facts, everyone involved.
To leave no stone unturned, whatever you may find underneath.
After all, it's just one's duty as a police officer, isn't it? Yes, erm, that's true.
Shall we order? - Ecco lei, prego.
Prego.
- I'm starving.
This necklace is very pretty.
- Thank you.
- Is that amethyst? It's a nice jacket.
Beautiful jewels, got me thinking.
Actually, I do a bit of gemmology.
I don't know if you know what it is? - Really? - The study of precious stones.
Hey.
You were right.
- It's not suicide.
- Go on.
The autopsy says he died from the fall, even though he was full of alcohol and barbiturates.
But he was attacked first.
There were contusions on the face which were nothing to do with the fatal injuries.
The witnesses who saw Ruspanti fall also saw a man on the bridge right above him.
- No-one mentioned that.
- Nobody asked! I spoke to them myself this morning.
Now there's a traffic light camera by the bridge.
It doesn't show what happened to Ruspanti, but it does show a man jumping into a moving car.
- License plate? - Indistinct, then they started work on it.
- Well, I'd like to see that.
- Yeah, so would I.
It's disappeared.
- What do you mean? - All the footage.
Everything.
I was out of the room for maybe ten minutes, tops.
From the basement of the Police Headquarters? Do we tell Moscati? I don't know.
I mean, what could he do? What's going on? Right now, I don't think we can trust anyone.
This makes me look bad.
Look, I Of course it's urgent.
Well, who do I need to speak to, then? Moscati wants you to start on these.
Someone called Gattuso called.
- He said he wanted to see you.
- Thanks.
How was your lunch? - Incredible.
- Hmm? I knew about that place, of course, but never had the money to go.
Did you have the white truffle penne? No, I had seafood risotto with a steak and then artichokes on the side.
Pity, it was a revelation.
And Vincenzo chose this amazing wine to go with it.
- Vincenzo? - His family has a lot of property in Rome.
He said he could find me an apartment.
Actually, I think it's his wife's family that owns the property, but Yes, he's very into her.
And his children.
You wouldn't have known it.
No, what, you mean from the way he climbs all over the secretaries? We are "female support staff" these days, Detective.
But enough of me.
- How was your "business" lunch? - Actually, it was rather harrowing.
It didn't seem that harrowing to me.
I thought she was very attractive.
- And she certainly liked you.
- Me? Yes.
Couldn't you tell? I didn't get the impression she liked anyone.
No wonder you've been single for years.
Right, I'm going to go Listen.
I've just spent six years of my life with someone very jealous and I won't be spending the next six like that.
- What's that supposed to mean? - It means you have to trust me.
I'm on him.
He's just going into the lawyer's apartment.
Yes? Mr.
Gattuso, it's Aurelio Zen.
Thank you so much for coming.
- Thank you for calling me.
- Please So I understand you're Umberto Ruspanti's lawyer? - I erm I was, yes.
- Thank you.
Sorry - I haven't got over the shock yet.
- Hmm.
I was driving back from Bologna this morning when I heard the news.
My mother's unwell.
I often have to go up at short notice.
No, thank you.
So, did he have family? No.
His parents are dead.
He was an only child, I think.
He never married, as far as I know.
Is there anyone I should talk to? Anyone he was intimate with? We weren't close, personally.
I always got the impression he was quite solitary.
- Do you know who or what AOC is? - AOC? Yeah, it was the last entry in his diary.
AOC.
6.
30.
No.
So, you're executing the will, are you? Yes, no assets, no children, simple affair.
He kept a safe deposit box somewhere, but I don't have a key.
Well, someone searched his flat last night.
You don't have any idea what someone might be looking for, do you? From what he told me, he was in the process of selling some information to interested parties.
Some documents.
He seemed to think they were of great value to the right people.
He seemed to think they would get him out of the hole he was in.
So when did you last see him? - Two days ago.
- How did he seem? He was ruined, financially, socially.
How do you think he seemed? He had nothing left to live for.
- So, you think he killed himself? - No, I'm certain he was murdered.
Who by? He had made himself an enemy of immense power.
And, in my opinion, he was killed because he had become a threat.
A threat to who? If I tell you what I know, or even what I suspect, I would expect to suffer the same fate.
But this I can tell you His killers will never be brought to justice.
Not by you or anyone else.
Well Thank you for your time.
These documents, you don't think they are in the safe deposit box, do you? I cannot say any more.
Be careful, Detective.
I'll show you out.
I do hope you had the white truffle penne! No, but I hear it was a revelation.
As indeed was your lunch companion! What on earth could bring Aurelio Zen to the rapt attention of Nadia Pirlo? Well, the truth is, um The truth is, it was more of a personal thing between us.
If you know what I mean.
Well, good luck, my friend.
Is the Ruspanti case closed yet? Not yet.
I'm still waiting on the autopsy report.
It seems to have got lost in the system somehow.
Don't upset me, Detective.
- Hey, Giorgio.
- Hey.
Look.
We both know there's something funny going on, but We can't open a murder enquiry, not officially.
- Why not? - I've got to stall Moscati.
What I'm going to do, I'm going to turn off my phone and I'm just going to go home.
- I think you should do the same.
- Just like the old days! Yeah.
- I've got myself re-assigned.
- Oh! Look, whatever this is, I'm out of my depth.
I've got the kids still in college, you know.
And I need my pension.
Yeah.
Sorry.
No, I understand.
My brother-in-law's looking at the, er, suicide note, unofficially, and the autopsy report's in your, er, bottom drawer.
- Have a good evening.
- And you.
Thanks.
- Any more problems, let me know.
- Thanks, bye.
Hi.
Tania.
I do trust you.
Really? Then I thought it would have been obvious to a devious Venetian like you that nothing would throw the department off our scent more than a lunch with Vincenzo Fabri.
While at the same time moving your odds to a very attractive length.
My odds? So You know about the The bet? It's hard to keep a secret in this place.
You should know that by now.
Well, I've been scratched.
Pity.
I was going to make a killing.
It's terrible, really.
It's a real relic of the old macho Italy, that is.
Not to mention a blatant contravention of recent departmental directives on respect and equality in the workplace.
Yes.
There's one on you.
What? Is there? Yes, of course.
A lot of the women find you attractive, especially the older ones.
They think you look like Joaquin Phoenix.
- Really? - Yes.
Er, by the way, Vincenzo Fabri's showing me a flat tomorrow lunchtime.
Well, I certainly hope you, er, like it.
It's near the Colosseum.
He says I can move in straight away.
That's, well, you know, fingers crossed.
Thank you.
See you tomorrow, Detective.
See you tomorrow.
Hello.
Angelo, it's me.
I want a luxury flat, centre of Rome.
Ridiculously cheap Now! Well, that's the pleasantries out of the way.
I was hoping the Arcuti family remember they still owe me a favour.
- The Arcutis? - Yeah.
If you wanted a luxury flat burnt down, they might be worth calling, but otherwise How about you? Sorry, Detective, not my area.
Mamma! You were never home this early when we were married.
Actually, we still are married.
Or course.
How could I forget? I invited Mara to dinner, Aurelio.
I knew you wouldn't mind.
No, of course not.
What do you want? So typical of you to assume an ulterior motive.
So typical of you to have one.
All right.
I want a divorce.
Why? I want to marry someone else.
Oh, Donata.
That's lovely, thank you.
Yeah, we should have Mara over more often, shouldn't we? I agree with you.
It's so nice to be together again.
- Does she know? - Not yet.
- But we're all living a lie.
- Never bothered you before.
Now I remember why I left you.
Aurelio, I can't believe it! We're out of tomatoes.
Don't worry, I'll pop out in a minute and get some.
I can't believe you're marrying that old fart Pietro! That's been over for ages.
Why? Did you sleep with his friends? The man I am going to marry is Andrea Mazzoretti.
Hmm.
You'd like him, you have a lot in common.
Really? Are you having sex with his friends, too? Please, Aurelio.
I would be very grateful.
I wouldn't wrap a dead dog in your gratitude.
God, I enjoyed cheating on you.
Come on, Aurelio! I need those tomatoes.
Coming, Mother.
- I'll give you the money.
- You don't have to give me the money.
- How is it going? - As well as ever.
Give me the keys.
Come on.
Get in the car.
- Get in the car.
- Okay.
I apologise for the manner of our meeting, but I had to assume you were under surveillance and I never take risks.
That's why I'm still alive.
Drive! Yeah, straight, straight.
Left! Come on.
Right.
Turn right.
Left.
Keys.
So, how can I help you? I want you to solve the killing of Umberto Baglioni Ruspanti.
Do you mind if I smoke? Don't try anything.
What do you know about the Cabal? - Never heard of it.
- It's a criminal organisation, formed after the war, of a group of aristocrats, right-wing generals, to defend the Church against Communism.
It's changed over the years and now it admits wealthy industrialists, politicians, highly-placed members of the Church itself.
Very highly placed.
New recruits, they're carefully selected, and then they're invited to participate.
And if they refuse, they simply disappear.
Like I had to.
I've been hunted like a dog for more than twenty years now.
Of course, officially, I no longer exist.
There's no names, there's no documents, there's nothing that connects me to the State.
Do you mind if I phone my mother? She might be worrying about me.
Look! I don't think that you're taking me seriously, Detective.
Okay.
I'm listening.
I need you to find the men who murdered Ruspanti.
The Cabal, they've broken cover.
That means they are vulnerable.
I have high hopes for you, Detective.
You're a Venetian, you're an outsider here, you're a maverick.
With a reputation for integrity.
I think I can work with you.
Maledetto Ah, stronzo! Sei uno stronzo! So what's your connection with Ruspanti? Well, the idea was that he was going to sell me information on the Cabal.
Names, dates, bank accounts Kept them in a safe deposit box.
Where did he get this information? He was one of them, of course! But he needed money desperately.
When did you last see him? The day he died.
- He wanted 50,000 Euros.
- Do you have 50,000 Euros? How do you think I've survived this long? My family was one of the richest in Italy.
Are your initials AOC? No.
AOC, that's Ruspanti's representative on the committee.
Every member has one.
- Do you know his name? - Of course.
But it would be fatal for you to approach him.
No, in fact it would be quite useless.
- I still want to know who he is.
- Listen.
Ruspanti's murder, it's typical of the Cabal.
They always try and make it look like suicide, or people just vanish from their homes.
It's ruthless, it's professional and it's untraceable.
And for this job, the men who were used, they almost certainly came from your own department, men beyond suspicion of I find that hard to believe.
But ask yourself this.
Have you been approached recently by a beautiful young woman who strangely and inexplicably finds you attractive? Or has there been pressure on high to reach a verdict of suicide? Or perhaps some vital evidence of murder has gone missing from Police Headquarters? If not, it soon will.
Believe me, Detective, you have no idea what we're up against.
Ruspanti's funeral tomorrow You should go.
You don't really deserve any dinner.
I'm sorry, Mamma.
I was kidnapped at gunpoint by a paranoid conspiracy theorist.
Mara was very nice about it, but I know she was upset.
Mamma, Mara and me, I don't think we're going to be getting back together again.
- No? - No.
Did she tell you she wanted a divorce? She told me she met someone very nice.
I'm very happy for her.
Me too.
But I want you to be happy as well.
And here you are, stuck in a flat with your stupid old mother.
Oh, come on, you're not old.
- Our usual table is taken.
- Pity.
You think Fabri's going to jump on me today? - At the flat? - No! No, I'm sure his professionalism will prevent anything so inappropriate.
I think you misjudge him.
Perhaps it's my line of work that makes me so sadly mistrustful.
A bottle of Brunello for you, if I'm wrong.
Done.
Oh, will you do something for me? Anything.
Will you log in to the system using Romizi's computer, when he's not there, obviously.
His password is divineponytail.
- How do you know that? - Don't ask.
Will you find out anything you can about an organisation called the Cabal? - The Cabal? What's that? - I don't know, it's probably It's probably nothing, just make sure no-one knows you're doing it.
Are you okay? Yeah.
There's people that want this case closed or else.
And there's some other people that want this case kept open or else.
Well, either way, my next posting's going to be the Alps.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm late for a funeral.
Excuse me.
Police.
Hello.
My name's Zen, I'm a police officer.
- I'm investigating Mr Ruspanti's death.
- Never heard of him.
The funeral service you just attended, that was his.
I'm a professional mourner and I have a lot of clients.
- What did you say your name was? - Zen.
Z-E-N.
It's Venetian.
They say the Venetians invented gonorrhoea.
Yep.
Sold it to the Romans.
I'm Arianna and you can have five minutes.
I will need to get changed while we talk.
I have a business meeting in fifteen minutes.
Okay.
So what was your relationship with, um Umberto Ruspanti? I was his friend.
Well, the only one who would still lend him money, anyway.
- Uh-huh.
- I was like a cash point.
So, erm You were close? Do you mean, were we doing it? Yeah, I suppose.
Then why don't you say so? You have less than four minutes left.
Well, because I was brought up to respect women and, to be honest, I've always found it difficult to phrase a question like that.
You're so sweet! Well, I suppose we must have had relations a couple of times, when we first met.
But he was never very interested.
I find that hard to believe.
And gallant, too! You obviously don't know Umberto was gay.
Although he never really came to terms with it.
He certainly made a big effort with women, but that was what it was: An effort.
We met when he hired me for one of his soirées.
That was years ago when I was just starting out.
He really knew how to throw a party! Everybody was there! - Right, so you're a - Zip.
Please.
Lady of the night, yes.
Although I am also available in the afternoons.
Myself, I prefer the term courtesan.
What do you think? - It's grey.
- Yes, it is! What an eye you have.
Zip.
- So when did you last see him? - The night he died.
Your initials aren't AOC, are they? No.
AMLVF.
Why? Go on.
Well, he came over at about ten, and we stayed up drinking until three or four in the morning.
Then he went to sleep on the sofa and I went to the bathroom.
And when I came back He'd gone.
So he must have gone directly from here to To where he died? Well, he was depressed, God knows.
But that evening, he seemed serene, just suddenly free of it all.
He didn't even want to borrow money.
Of course, now I know why.
You always think afterwards, I should have seen it.
I should have stopped him Zip.
So you think he killed himself? Of course.
Didn't you see the suicide note? How about this one? And don't tell me it's red.
Too red.
Zip We used to talk about suicide sometimes.
He said that if he was ever going to kill himself, he'd throw himself in the Tiber.
That was typical of Umberto, that sort of grand gesture.
He missed.
What? When he threw himself in the Tiber, he missed.
That sums him up, really.
Unlucky in business, unlucky in love.
Can you zip me again? But it was the arrest that really pushed him to the edge.
What arrest? Well, you must know he got bagged in a sting trying to sell millions of fake bearer bonds? You're kidding me? - Who do you work for? - I sometimes wonder.
Go on.
Well, he was looking at a lot of time.
Umberto was not someone who could do time.
How about this one? Beautiful.
Thank you.
Time's up, detective.
Goodbye.
Oh, one last question.
- Arianna, tell me about the Cabal? - The what? Nothing.
Thank you.
Giorgio.
Yeah.
Michelangelo Gattuso.
- Ruspanti's lawyer.
- What about him? He's disappeared.
Very suddenly.
- I'm there now.
- Shit, I'm on my way.
- Sono andata a dormire alle due.
- Non ho sentito nessun rumore sospetto.
Someone's really after something, I tell you.
Gattuso's secretary gets to the office this morning.
Place is broken into and trashed.
She reports the burglary, then calls Gattuso.
Nothing.
Comes over here, finds this.
Ruspanti's will and legal documents, all stolen.
Now, she says he had a crucial client meeting this morning, which he would never have missed.
Not only did he not show up, he didn't even call.
And we found this spent cartridge case on the floor.
Okay.
So, when this turns into a murder enquiry, the link to Ruspanti is going to come out, isn't it? Yeah.
You don't think I can stall this any more, do you? No.
You know what? I don't want to stall it any more.
I'm going to talk to Moscati.
Hello? - Arianna.
- Yes.
- Zen.
- Who gave you this number? - Look, Ruspanti's lawyer's disappeared.
- What? That creep Gattuso? Who cares? Well, there's a chance you might be in danger too.
Look, I want you to pack Listen, don't be ridiculous.
And don't call me again, or I'll have you fired.
Understand? What's the matter, darling? Everything all right? No! It isn't.
Hmm, you'd better tell me all about it.
Come on! Shift your Oi, want to go to jail? Shift your arse.
Ciao! Cheek of them.
I hear they got Ruspanti's lawyer.
- How do you know? - I monitor your radio communications.
Ruspanti must have told him something.
Don't bother looking for the body, you won't find it.
They use an industrial incinerator out by the docks.
I think they're on my trail again.
You develop a sixth sense after a while.
So, I want to give you this.
If anything happens to me, you open it.
You meet me tonight, at ten.
And you make sure you're not followed.
Both our lives depend on it.
And I'll give you something else.
Tonight could be difficult.
- Difficult? - Yeah.
Detective, I do not have a great deal of time left.
So I live in the knowledge that one night, perhaps tonight, perhaps tomorrow, there will be a knock at my hotel room door.
That is my fate and I have chosen.
I chose it because I believe that what I am doing is right.
Now do you understand me? Yeah.
I understand.
So you do promise you'll come? Yes.
I promise.
- What's your name? - Massimo.
Massimo what? Call this a case? This is not a case! - It's a turd! - Whatever it is, I'd come back later.
- This won't wait.
- Your prosecutor called.
She's not "my" prosecutor.
- Twice.
- How was Fabri's flat? - Amazing! - Three days! A competent sloth could have done more in a morning! Do it again! Do it better! Do it right, because if you don't, I bet the two of you won't have a job in the morning.
And I don't care how connected you are.
Get out of my sight.
And in the future, don't waste my time! Unbelievable.
What do you want? Oh, you'd better be finished with that damn suicide! It's not a suicide.
- What? - It's not a suicide, and I want a warrant for every safe deposit box in the city, please.
- You must be out of your mind! - No, I'm not.
Someone threw a man off a bridge and I want to know who did it and why.
Because I don't think they should get away with it.
Because that is my job and I'm sick of people trying to stop me from doing it.
- Oh, my God.
- Someone get his medicine! Loosen his tie.
- It's okay.
- Get an ambulance! You're okay.
You're okay.
Okay, make sure you put them under his tongue.
Yes, I know, I know.
An ambulance to the Questura di Roma.
Thanks.
Could you make a reservation for tomorrow night at the Bolognese for 8.
30? Oh, no, no, no, make it nine, my usual table.
- Pirlo, yeah? - Hi, it's Zen.
Moscati's had a heart attack.
Oh, my God.
Is he dead? No, but he's going to need an operation.
Right.
I'll have some flowers sent over straight away.
Well, I'm sure he'll be thrilled to hear that, but that's not really why I called.
Erm, I needed a warrant from him, and now I need one from you.
Come to my apartment at seven.
I'll text you the address.
No, I can come to the office Or not.
Detective.
The Minister asked me to stop by in person to express his sympathies.
Is there anything we can do? No, he's with his wife at the moment.
Oh, then we should leave him in peace.
You know, it's events like this act as a reminder to us all how fleeting is life and opportunity.
But, sadly, we cannot simply cast aside our burdens and responsibilities.
Yeah.
About the Ruspanti thing, that's become a bit problematic.
Problematic? There's been a few complications.
Good heavens.
Your dark abstractions begin to alarm.
My thinking is, the less you and the Minister know about what's happening, the better.
Just this once, do you think you could trust me? Well, I must confess, I did experience a moment of doubt when you told me about your relationship with Nadia Pirlo.
But my sources in her office assure me it's all true.
I hope you will forgive my temporary lapse of faith.
No.
Don't give it another thought.
But as a friend, I feel I should advise you.
She always eats the male after copulation.
- I'll bear that in mind.
- Good.
And bear this in mind also.
You are not to contact Arianna von Falkenhayn again.
- Is that her real name? - A pity to spoil the magic.
Our very best wishes to Moscati.
It wasn't your fault.
Listen, you just happened to be there when his heart went.
That's all.
And he's going to be fine.
Yeah, it isn't just that.
It's everything.
It's your apartment.
It's my marriage.
It's this case.
It's I just feel like I'm getting everything wrong.
Your marriage? Mara wants a divorce.
I don't understand you.
You're separated anyway.
Yeah.
- You mean you still have feelings for her? - No, of course not.
Well, not nice ones, anyway.
No, I I think I still have feelings for the marriage, I suppose.
Before, it was over, but it wasn't It wasn't a failure, you know? Divorce, that's pretty final, you know.
You failed.
You get a piece of paper to prove it.
Look, if this is all going too fast for you, we could just forget it.
If you're not ready for it, that's absolutely fine by me.
Make yourself comfortable, Aurelio.
Thank you.
Poor old Moscati.
Who do you think will get his job? - I hadn't thought.
- Mmm.
I think we should have an affair.
That's That's obviously very flattering, but that's not why I came here.
Oh, come on, don't be coy! My sources tell me you're separated from your wife and currently quite unattached.
Ah, well, actually I recently became involved with someone.
So? What does that have to do with anything? Treachery is not part of my nature.
Well, you can hardly expect to get Moscati's job then, can you? I obviously overestimated you.
Look Nadia.
The reason I'm here is I want a warrant.
I need to get my hands on the records for every safe deposit box in the city.
- Are you serious? - Yes.
I'd need a very good reason for that.
How about breaking the Cabal? The Cabal? What's that? Hmm.
Okay.
Recently, it came to the attention of your office that Umberto Baglioni Ruspanti had been arrested for trying to pass off fake bearer bonds.
Naturally, the arrest of such a high-profile figure demanded your personal attention.
So you tootled off to see him without any particular expectation.
Imagine your surprise when, unsolicited, he offered you details of the greatest criminal conspiracy in Italian history.
Such a thing would be the greatest prize in any prosecutor's career.
And all he wanted in return was a guaranteed immunity from prosecution.
Hence, presumably, your disappointment at his untimely demise.
And hence also your desire to keep the case alive and achieve your prize by other means.
Me.
Is it coming back at all? Perhaps I underestimated you.
Of course, I knew about the Cabal.
Or suspected its existence.
I'd heard various rumours and gradually a picture began to form.
So, I believed Ruspanti.
But if it's as powerful as everyone says, you can't expect to bring it down.
Perhaps not.
But remember, Detective, all knowledge is power.
So, Ruspanti hid his evidence in a safe deposit box? Yep.
And I think the people that killed him know that.
This requires some thought.
I'll call you tomorrow with a decision.
See yourself out.
Zen? Hello? One night, perhaps tonight, perhaps tomorrow, there will be a knock at my hotel room door.
That is my fate and I have chosen.
And I chose it because I believe that what I am doing is right.
I want to give you this.
If anything happens to me, you open it.
Everything all right, sir? Oh, yeah.
Fine thanks.
Just closing up.
Yeah, hi.
Oh? Did I wake you? Er, no.
I just got back from the gym.
Listen, I've considered your warrant very carefully, but I'm afraid it's not going to be possible.
What? You're kidding, why? It's a sensitive area and we simply lack the evidence to push it through.
A sensitive what? A man was thrown off a bridge! Yes, I'm aware of that possibility.
But you'll just have to pursue other lines of enquiry.
There are no other lines of enquiry.
If I don't find that safe deposit box, it's over.
It's finished.
I do appreciate your efforts, Detective.
And, by the way, my offer still stands.
Hey, Zen.
I just don't think Moscati's going to make it.
Oh, if you fancy a punt on who gets his job, I'm taking bets.
Let's just hope we get a Roman this time.
It's called Guess the Governor, all right? Same as ever, I'll give you odds on anyone in the building.
But this time round there's a 10% tax on each bet.
So if you bet 40 euros, I get four.
Oh! What's wrong with your hand? Nothing.
We can't see him yet.
I called his daughter, she said he had a good night.
So that's good.
I gather the case is going well.
What case? There is no case.
I've got no idea who killed Ruspanti.
The witness has disappeared, someone's stolen the evidence.
It's over.
All I've managed to do is give Moscati a heart attack.
- True.
- Thanks for your support.
Zen.
- Arianna.
- They told me you were here.
Are you all right? Okay, I was wrong to cut you dead yesterday on the phone.
It was kind of you to warn me.
I hope I didn't get you into trouble.
Well, just a gentle warning.
Eduardo's so sweet.
- He'd do anything for me.
- Really? Listen, the thing is, I saw someone outside my apartment last night.
And, in fact, I had a feeling that they'd been inside.
Did they take anything? No, I don't think so.
Okay.
Perhaps you'd like to tell me about the, er, suicide note? - What about it? - Well, you mentioned it and I realised that, since he'd locked it inside his apartment, how did you know about it? Then why didn't you arrest me? Well, I figured the note was fake.
Thought if I kept quiet, I might find out more.
But the note wasn't fake.
I found it on the table in my apartment when he'd gone.
I ran after him, but I don't know, it was too late.
I didn't know what to do, I didn't want to get dragged into his mess, so I took it straight round to his flat and left it on the hall floor.
I couldn't see it would make any difference.
Are you telling me the suicide note's genuine? Of course it's genuine.
What? Do you Do you think I forged it? Ruspanti was murdered.
- I'm sure of it.
- Not by me.
He landed on his back, but there were contusions all over his face.
Not when he left my place.
- How did you get in? - He left his keys with the note.
In case I In case I wanted anything, I suppose.
- When you got to his flat, how did it look? - What do you mean? It was perfect, as always.
You didn't search for anything? - No, what on earth for? - Have you still got the keys? - Yeah.
- Can I have a look? What's this one for? This would be the key to the safe deposit box in his bank.
Detective! Thank you.
Thank you.
Thanks very much.
Come on, what are you waiting for? Someone's beaten us to it.
No.
- Of course.
- What? He was bluffing.
He's just been trying to sell an empty safe deposit box - to anyone he could think of.
- That's typical of him.
And I know at least one person who was trying to buy it.
What, that's it? - What, it's all over? - No.
We're the only two people that know this is empty.
So? I'm going to take this back to your apartment.
I'm going wait for the people that killed Ruspanti to come and get it.
So, what now? What are you doing here? You seem to have forgotten.
Umberto kept a set of your keys.
Get that gun off me.
Oh, what did he ever see in you? A cheap little whore in vulgar clothes, filling his ear with poison against me.
I'll take that case.
I knew this thieving slut would get her hands on it sooner or later.
All I had to do was wait.
So, you know what's in it? Of course, do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I would have loaned him all that money without security? Those diamonds are my collateral.
Diamonds? You are stupid.
Oh, really? In five minutes, I'll be rich.
And you'll be dead.
Think about that for a second.
Come on.
Pull that trigger, you pansy! You haven't got the guts, have you? That's what Umberto thought.
And look what happened to him.
You I loved him! Nobody loved him like I did, nobody.
I gave him everything, everything I had! He just dropped me.
All those broken promises.
Nobody uses me.
Not like that.
Now, take the bracelet off your wrist.
Okay.
Sorry to be clichéd, - but you'll never get away with this.
- Oh, really? But I'm dead already.
Another victim of that mysterious, all-powerful organisation, the Cabal.
As you two will be.
Well, the Cabal won't like being framed.
The Cabal doesn't exist! It was one of Umberto's ridiculous jokes.
My God, you really believed all that rubbish I fed you.
You're even more stupid than you look.
- That's always possible.
Keys.
- Now, take off the bracelet! Hold on for a second, I've just got something to sort out here, one moment.
- I don't have the keys.
- Yes, you do.
- I've not touched the keys.
- Come on! I know you have the keys, you locked this in the car.
I don't have the keys.
- Give me the case! - I don't have Sorry, I don't really know what to say.
Yeah, can I have Homicide, please? Let's get out of here, now.
Come.
- How is he? - Heh, grumpy as ever.
Listen, Ruspanti's suicide note, my brother-in-law sent it back from the lab.
The ink, the handwriting and the fingerprints all match the diary.
It's genuine.
100%.
Cheer up, you can't be right every time.
Now, that's just what I need.
You finished that damn case yet? You were right all along.
Suicide.
I believe you, thousands wouldn't.
So, Ruspanti was murdered.
Killed by his lover, a man called Gattuso, in a jealous rage.
Gattuso killed himself last night.
Jumped off Arianna von Falkenhayn's balcony.
What? She has to be kept out of this.
No, we don't want her in court, do we? Still, that's the least of our troubles, I'm afraid.
Nadia Pirlo is all over this.
- Oh, I knew it! - She said she wants to dig deep, thinks it might be an important case, and that Gattuso might have been acting for someone else.
- Who? - Allegations have been made Unsubstantiated, of course, but you know how it is.
The papers get hold of one of these ridiculous conspiracy theories.
It's hard to see where it will end.
Is there no way we can contain it? It's hard to say, really.
You see, what we really need is a suicide note from Umberto Ruspanti.
Gattuso's dead so, as far as I'm concerned, justice has been served.
The rest of the evidence is just circumstantial, really.
Where are we going to get a hold of a fake suicide note good enough to fool forensics? Pity to spoil the magic.
I assume such a development would prove expensive? It depends where you're sitting, really, doesn't it? So this one's from the 18th, and this one and then this other one.
This one is more detailed Of course.
Murder Squad.
- It's me.
- Sorry, Silvia.
I suppose you rang to gloat? No.
No.
I rang to say It's not going too fast for me.
I am ready for it.
Did you speak to your wife? She's right.
The marriage is dead.
We should bury it.
Giorgio, it's just not important to me.
That's it.
- Not at all? - No.
I don't get it, I'd go crazy.
Well, what don't you get? I was right about the prosecutor, wasn't I? Erm, er, actually, yeah.
- Yes, you were.
- Here's the other file.
Thanks.
By the way, there was nothing on the system about that thing you wanted Romizi to look into.
I forgot to tell you.
- Oh, okay.
- Hey, did you hear? He had an accident in the hospital.
- Quite funny, really.
- Can you stay late tonight? How late? As late as possible.
- Well, he made it in the end.
- Yes, he did.
Is it real, do you think? The Cabal? Oh, by the way, you wouldn't happen to know anything about building permits, would you? What do you need? - Night, guys.
- Goodnight, Tania.
See you tomorrow.
- Yes? - You may report to the committee that the police investigation has just been closed down.
Good.
And Ruspanti's documents, what of them? As you know, I never really thought they existed.
Nor did I.
You have done very well, and the committee will know it.
Eminence, I wish, with respect, to enquire about Massimo.
Your brother chose his own way a long time ago, Amadeo.
A special requiem mass will be said for his eternal soul tonight.
- And I'm sure you would like to attend.
- Thank you.
Accipite et bibite ex eo omnes.
Hic est enim calix sanguinis mei, novi et aeterni testamenti qui pro vobis et pro multis effundetur in remissionem peccatorum.
Hoc facite in in meam commemorationem.
Per Christum Dominum Nostrum.
Amen.
Keep them closed.
- Come on! - Shh, wait! - Come on! - Wait! Can I open? - Now you can open them.
- Sure? Yeah.
Come on.
Aurelio! Oh, my God.
Show me everything.
Is this really mine? For as long as you want it, yeah.
It's unbelievable! Rent free? I did someone a favour.
It must have been a very big favour.
Trust me, it only seemed that way to him.
Is there a bedroom? Um Is there a bedroom?