Fog and Crimes (2005) s02e02 Episode Script
Bambini perduti
FOG AND CRIMES 2 - Decaf? - For me.
- Regular? - For me, thank you.
- How much is it? - One-eighty.
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
He didn't bring any sweetener.
I'll go get some for you.
No, no.
It's been a while since I've tasted real sugar.
You're committing a little sin then.
You lost a button.
I know.
When I realised it this morning, I didn't feel like changing my shirt.
Rosemary should have noticed.
We should get going, don't you think? Yes, let's go.
Sir! Sir, your umbrella! Keep it! THE WINTER SEA based on the novel by VALERIO VARESI Hi.
Is the murderer inside the shop? I've been watching him for over half an hour.
Let's hope he doesn't notice.
He worked for my father.
Watching him work has fascinated me since I was a child.
Look.
Watch how he moves his hands.
What about them? They're perfect, so precise, look at how he touches the wood every piece fits together perfectly, every piece so precise.
Aren't you going to answer your phone? Yes? Excuse me.
What happened? A car was driven into the sea.
They're saying it was two elderly people.
Stop! You're not allowed through.
- Pardon.
- Pardon me.
- Did I burn you? - No.
Soneri, why weren't you answering your phone? Anyway, the judge gave us the OK to pull it out, so I told the firemen to go ahead.
You did the right thing.
Here are the papers, one of the divers retrieved them.
Their names were Luigi and Alvina Mantovani, husband and wife.
The diver also found this paper in the man's pocket.
FORGIVE US - Anything else? - I don't know.
I haven't searched the bodies yet.
Listen, Soneri, there's a guy back there who saw the car as it went flying into the water.
Do you want to talk to him? Did he know them? Does he know why they did this? - No.
- Then what good will talking to him do? I'm going to keep this.
It's going to start raining again.
It's because of that umbrella of yours.
Good evening, sir.
Did you find anything? Nothing yet.
Sir, if you want to talk to the maid, she's there in the kitchen.
Thanks.
- Rosemary, right? - Yes.
Have you been working here very long? About eight years.
Did you like it here? They were good people.
I'm so upset Have you noticed anything strange lately? Was anything disturbing them? No.
Or maybe they received some news, something that could have Everything was normal.
Did they have any children? Yes, one, Walter.
He works in Algeria, but he's coming back to Italy tomorrow.
Thank you.
Sir! I spoke to the doorman, he says they were quiet people, normal, never had any problems with anyone.
They always gave him a nice tip at Christmas.
All right.
Listen, tomorrow Walter should be arriving, the Mantovani's son.
His plane is taking off in Algeria and landing in Bologna.
Find the flight number, then pick him up and bring him to my office.
Excuse me, sir, but should I tell their son what happened? No, I'll take care of it.
Don't distract me, all right? Luigi and Alvina.
Old fashioned names, they're not used much anymore.
What is it that's not adding up? I can't find the hole, there's There's something that doesn't fit, but I can't figure out what.
It's strange.
Nothing's adding up.
Come on, I'm going to be late for court.
Two people like this, seemingly quiet, they lived completely normal lives, peaceful.
What does it all mean? Could it just be that they had had enough? All right, but why choose such a striking way to die? They lived in the shadows their whole lives, then suddenly, they throw the spotlight on their deaths.
Who were they hoping would notice? Who is it? I hate this plumber! - I'll get it, don't worry.
- Thank you.
Good morning, sir! - Finally! You've made us wait.
- I guess.
Is the lady of the house in? Bottazzi, can we find this leak or not? Of course we'll find it, Madam! Today, we'll force that damned pipe to work.
You said that last week, last month, and meanwhile, water's leaking.
What a disaster! I know, sir, you're right, but it is a difficult investigation.
Do you know what the real problem is? The landlord should have all of the pipes replaced.
And how! Meanwhile, he wants to double the rent, this arrived yesterday.
That guy has no sense of decency! Listen, I'm moving out of this house.
I already called an agency, and today I'm looking at an apartment.
You can come along if you're interested.
To look at the house, I mean.
- Yeah, let's talk about it later.
- Bye.
You'd better take care of things, Bottazzi! Certainly, Madam! They didn't have any reason at all.
I can't believe my parents committed suicide.
Could they have been worried about anything? Health, money No, they were both fine, they were happy, peaceful, and the hotel kept them very busy.
What hotel? Hotel Marinella, on Estensi Beach.
My father bought it 40 years ago.
They dedicated their lives to it.
It paid off nicely.
They were going to give me money to open a business here in Italy.
That's why I'm here.
Listen, this piece of paper was found in your father's pocket.
There are some symbols on the back.
We can't figure out if they mean something, or if it's just a doodle, like when someone's distracted on the phone.
I don't know, it doesn't mean anything to me.
My wife's expecting a baby.
We wanted to come back here.
I should've told them they were going to be grandparents over the phone.
Maybe things would've gone differently.
Good morning, sir.
Capuozzo called, two, maybe three times, he wanted an update on the suicide case.
Good.
Did you find out anything about the Mantovanis? Absolutely nothing.
They didn't have criminal records, no previous offences They'd never had any problems with the law.
A ticket every once in a while The sweatshirt! Do you like it? You don't like it? I bought it in Rosie's shop.
Rosanne.
I met her in a chat room.
Do a bit of research on the Hotel Marinella, on Estensi Beach.
Right away.
Have you told your mom about Rosie? No.
That is, I'll tell her about her later.
You have to do it right.
Introductions, explaining to her about who she is.
Sir, are you joking? Here it is, the Hotel Marinella.
Rosie would like it.
How would they have gotten them? What? The tickets, Juvara! The Mantovanis! I don't Get out of here! Get out of here! Got it? You're always busting people's balls while they're working! - Don't come around here anymore! - Stop! - What the hell do you want? - Stop! You guys get back to work! Everything OK? - It's nothing.
Thank you.
- Are you hurt? Are you sure? Who's in charge here? That'd be me, why? What the hell are you looking at? Calm down.
Who are you? The safety inspector? Everything here is done by the book.
The hotel owners, the Mantovanis came here occasionally.
Did you know them? You're not the safety inspector! - You're from the police! - Well done.
You're waking up now.
I don't know the owners anyhow.
We work for a company out of Bergamo, they pay us once a month, and the rest doesn't interest me.
Anything else? Yes.
You need to get a better attitude.
What are you looking at? Do you want me to take you to the pharmacy? Get you some medicine? No, thank you.
Here.
Thank you.
What's that guy's problem with you? I'm a failure, that's what.
And they work like dogs.
In that hotel there, I was the doorman.
Thirty years.
And those four hacks are ruining everything.
If the Mantovanis could only see it! The Mantovanis didn't order the work to be done? They would never have had something as disgusting as this done! You came back to the hotel again! I've told you a million times to mind your own business.
Come on, let's go home.
I'm Soneri, from the police.
I don't know anything! - Here - No, keep it.
No, no, no.
You can't give people handkerchiefs.
They bring tears with them.
Didn't you know that? Look, my cafe is down at the end of street.
It's called Stella Marina.
If you come by tomorrow, you'll have your handkerchief back, cleaned.
Here, sir.
Copies of the Mantovanis tickets.
Damn! All this? They're all for the same violation.
Capuozzo called.
Are you sure that it's here? This is the address they gave me, sir.
Come here a second, sir! Soneri, couldn't we have talked in the office? I want to show you something.
Do you want to tell me why you had me come all this way? Because I know what you want to ask me! Yeah? Are we going to play a guessing game now? You want to know why I haven't closed the Mantovani case.
There are two reasons.
One is this.
Beautiful, isn't it? The Mantovanis came here a few times a week, they took it out for a ride, and then, back into the Estensi garage.
And this explains what happened? Have you ever been in a car like this? Me, no! Come here.
What does it look like to you? It looks like a flying saucer.
The door handle's hidden a bit.
Get in.
It's not too comfortable for people like you and me.
Alvina and Luigi, this is where they had fun a few times a week.
They got in the car, started it, revved it up a few times to listen to the roar of the engine; to hear how powerful it is.
Then, they put it in first gear.
They headed out, accelerating a bit.
Out of the city limits, they could speed a bit more, 60, 90, 125, 130, 150 At that speed, 150 miles per hour, the slightest unevenness in the road will make the car jerk.
Then, they put it in fifth gear, 160, 170, 175.
No, no, no! Stop, Soneri.
Those two were over 70 years old, they couldn't have gone this fast.
The last time they were ticketed, they were going 180 miles per hour.
That's absurd! That's absurd! I understand that they didn't want to give in to old age, they wanted to have a few thrills, but this is dangerous! This is beyond the limits! Why did they do it? Now you understand why I want to continue the investigation.
Pardon me.
I said tomorrow, the handkerchief isn't ready yet.
I didn't come for the handkerchief.
I'll make us both a coffee.
There aren't many customers this time of year, and so there isn't much to do.
Who are the new owners of the hotel? Who knows! They fired us with a letter.
I have it here.
Look! "The work contract is dissolved.
A check is enclosed.
" - They are people of few words! - Yeah.
Do you know what bothered me most? The Mantovanis didn't say anything to us about selling the place.
After 30 years! Not the slightest indication! What would it have cost them to tell us! Do you know why it was sold? No! I don't know.
"Dispari Limited.
" Would you mind if I kept this? You can keep it, as far as I'm concerned.
At least you'll keep me from being upset every time I see it.
Excuse me, but what do these symbols mean? These are the symbols used in the game Mattazza.
It's the game we were just playing.
I'll make your coffee.
Every time I open a drawer or read a letter, it's like standing at the edge of an abyss.
They didn't have a cent left.
There's nothing left, sir.
Nothing.
They sold the hotel, the house, everything.
They didn't sell anything.
They lost everything gambling.
They lost everything gambling? Why didn't they ever say anything to me? I don't think you could've done much.
Even the pipes and wiring have been redone.
How many square feet is it? About 860.
When you factor in the balcony, it's a bit more.
Of course.
- Hey, you came! - Hello.
I was just telling the lady that the apartment is big, bright and quiet, too.
It's ideal for a couple! It's just for me.
Even better, you'll have more space.
Did you notice the door and windows? No noise, no loss of heat.
I promise, the only thing you have to do is move in your furniture.
At this price, you're not going to find another place like this.
Can you give us a minute? Of course, I'll leave you alone.
Take your time, and I'll wait for you downstairs.
- Thank you.
- I'll see you later.
What is it? Don't you like it? A family with a four or five year old child lived here.
He liked to play with soccer.
He hit a lamp, breaking it.
There are still pieces of it on the floor.
When will you learn to leave your job at the office? If it wasn't for the cleaning agency, - this place would be a pig sty! - Of course.
Would you mind moving? Excuse me.
- You're leaving footprints, come on! - What do you want me to do? - They're your feet, come on! - Yeah, I have two of them.
Here, do this, come here, sit down until it's dry.
Thank you.
What is it, Soneri? What's that face for? There's something I have to do, but I'm not sure about it.
What is it? Something to do with Angela? Did she ask you to marry her? Does she want to move in with you? She really wants to, it's just that I don't want to disappoint her.
You're putting yourself in a cage.
Thanks for the advice.
Bye! - Soneri, your footprints! - Footprints.
- Good morning, sir.
- Hi, Juvara.
Can I bring you a cappuccino or a pastry? No, don't worry about it.
Nice sweatshirt! Dispari Limited, the company that bought the hotel from the Mantovanis, they have a branch in Georgetown, in the Cayman Islands.
Weird, isn't it? A business with an Italian name resides in a place where secret bank accounts are the official religion.
What does it mean? They didn't want to pay taxes.
Or maybe, they wanted to remain anonymous.
What can you tell me about the president of the company? Who signed the papers? Jonio Borgini.
According to the postmark, he's probably here in Italy.
I've been looking, but I haven't found him yet.
Soneri! Get this! - The Mantovanis bank statements! - Wonderful! What does it say? In the last six months, withdrawals were made, each time bigger and bigger, and they were always for cash.
Did you already know that? Juvara! What can you tell me about this letter? When did it arrive? Someone left it at the front last night.
I'll see you later.
Where is he going? Good morning.
- Good morning.
- I'm looking for the manager.
- Right there.
- Thank you.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
Who do I have the pleasure of speaking to? I'm Soneri, from the police.
Morando Livi, pleased to meet you.
Can I get you something to drink? No, thank you.
Right, policemen never drink while on duty.
So, what can I do for you? These yours? Yes, I keep them here for the members.
Sometimes, people take them with them.
What can you do, they're beautiful aren't they? Why don't you take a pack? Is this a boating club or a gaming room? People come here to have a drink, to chat with their friends, maybe play a bit without having to worry about it.
And they play for money.
What fun would it be, if they weren't playing for a little something.
This little something, how much is it? Who knows? It's not like people play with their money on the table! They play with chips, and a chip can be worth 5 cents or 5,000 euros, but they don't tell me about it.
It was here that the Mantovanis gambled away their house, their hotel, basically everything.
The Mantovanis, poor things, I'm really sorry about what happened to them.
Yes, they came here.
They played, sometimes winning, sometimes losing.
Large amounts, too.
But, Inspector, at the end they came out even! Actually, they lost everything.
Did you know that? Yes, but it didn't happen here.
Not in my club.
How do you know this for sure? It'd depend on who's playing, how much the chips are worth.
Inspector, I don't want any trouble with the law.
My club is on the up and up, and so are all the members.
You can check it out whenever you want.
You can come in on duty, or for a nice evening out.
Actually, you know what I'll do? I'll give you a club pass on the house, no expiration.
No, thank you.
It's only to show you that I have nothing to hide, and to enjoy the pleasure of your company.
My company isn't that great.
Sir! Sir! Pardon me! Would you mind undoing that rope for me? - This one? - Yes, thank you.
I was going to take the dock away with me, I would have been the talk of the entire port! You're Soneri, right? I saw your photo in the newspaper some time back.
Is it my imagination, or have we seen each other somewhere before? Come aboard.
Well, my shoes Don't worry about your shoes, it's not that fragile.
Aurelio Morotti.
Pleased to meet you.
Is this your boat? Do you like it? It's beautiful.
Do you want to go for a ride? We'll be back here within an hour, I promise! Listen, Morotti, did you know the Mantovanis? For a long time.
- Do you gamble? - No.
It's hard to understand.
Of course.
It's a sickness.
You're invited to play a game, maybe at the beginning you win, so you keep going.
Then you start to lose.
More and more.
And then you can't stop, there's the game and nothing else in the world.
Not your family, not your children, nothing.
It's so unfashionable, isn't it? Killing yourself over gambling debts, but that's how the Mantovanis were, a bit unfashionable.
Did they lose on the up and up, or against someone who was cheating? Do you know how Mattazza is played, Inspector? Based on the name of your boat, I'd say you know better than I do.
This was the last game the Mantovanis played.
What side of the table were you on? On their side, or on the side of those who were ripping them off? Inspector, I know you would like to take me to headquarters and grill me until I tell you everything I know, but I also know why you're not going to do that.
You think that deep down, I want to help you.
Inspector, even if you don't play cards, you're already involved in the game.
Now, you have to learn the rules, otherwise, how will you manage to get to the end? Now, we go back.
A family's waiting for me, they want to go for a ride.
You'll find me every evening at the Yacht Club.
When you want, come by and I'll teach you how to play.
OK.
Do you have a good memory? In order to play Mattazza, you have to be able to remember all the hands.
Excellent.
So Excuse me, Mr Morotti! Here I am! Do you like it? Not bad, right? What do you think? Do you like my house? I like it a lot, but it's too big.
How is it too big? I'd feel a bit lost in here.
- Alone.
- No, that's just a feeling.
Listen to me! Why don't you come and live here? Give it a month at least.
I'm sure that you'll love it! Can't you convince her? Me? You don't know her very well.
Too bad! I would have been happy knowing that you were here.
Who knows who will rent it? Someone sent me these.
They're not very nice.
Why do you say that? The ace of spades represents a sudden, unforeseen event, usually negative.
The two of clubs represents death.
The jack of spades represents someone who doesn't tell the truth.
What do you know about cards? You have your cards read? Of course, all women do.
And a lot of men, too, they just don't admit it.
Would you like to try it? At headquarters, we usually consult a card reader before starting a case.
Good evening! Alceste! This evening, sir, I have ravioli with beef stewed in red wine, to die for! I'll take the ravioli with beef.
Madam, I imagine you'll have the usual, pathetic grilled vegetables with extra virgin olive oil.
Thank you, Alceste.
It's not good for you to go on eating like this.
- Alceste.
- I'm leaving.
What is this? Open it.
It's the key to Daria's house.
What does it mean? Well, lately, you and I, we've slept together, we've showered together, we've eaten together.
You noticed? Maybe it's time we moved in together.
Daria's apartment is nice, I know you like it.
It's not too big for the two of us.
If you want, we'll move there, it's up to you.
I'm going to order something to drink right away, that way I'll get drunk, and if you take it back, I won't remember anything.
I can't get drunk this evening.
- Why? - I have a meeting with four women.
One of clubs, one of hearts, one of diamonds and one of spades.
You're working.
Unfortunately.
I told Morando a million times to get rid of that photo.
- It just makes me feel old.
- How are you? Excellent.
And you? Great.
Those other two ugly mugs are my old friends.
Come with me, I'll introduce you.
Thank you.
Where are they? - Amedeo, Giovanni! - Aurelio! I'd like to introduce you to someone.
Giovanni Salvi, Amedeo Gregori Inspector Soneri.
What brings you here? I've never seen you in here before.
I don't know, maybe you should ask Morotti.
To learn how to play Mattazza! Let's have a seat! It's an interesting game.
Think about it.
The person who loses the most games wins.
Yes, but there's more to it than that! Mattazza has complicated rules, but above all else, it's experience that counts.
Experience, you're right, Giovanni.
Because in Mattazza everyone plays against everyone else, but it's possible to form secret alliances as well.
No, no, that's not true, it's not like Briscola, where they use signals.
You don't need signals! For an experienced player, it doesn't take anything! A longer breath, saying hello to someone going by, a subtle change in the voice.
That's all it takes to decide who wins and who loses.
Aurelio's always joking around! We haven't offered you anything to drink.
I'm fine thank you.
Anyway, even Aurelio is an expert player, and he knows very well that certain things just don't happen.
Look, Mattazza is a fun game, a nice way to spend an evening with friends.
Hi, Giovanni! - You found replacements for us already? - Absolutely not! We were expecting you.
I'm sorry, Inspector, but we have a previous engagement.
Come back and see us, though, we'll give you a few lessons.
Listen, so far, I've been playing your game, but I've had enough of it.
Tell me what you know.
I definitely will.
Tomorrow morning.
Here at 10:00.
- Is that OK? - Fine.
The Sirocco, the southern wind, it'll bring more rain.
I found out where the president of Dispari lives.
You were right, he wasn't abroad, he was in a little town nearby.
Here's the address.
Good, I'll go over there later.
- Yes.
- I'll call you later.
All right, goodbye.
Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Have you seen Morotti? I haven't seen him yet today.
Strange, we were supposed to meet here.
Do you know where I could find him? No, I wouldn't know.
- Do you have a cell phone? - I don't know if I can I'm from the police department.
Don't waste my time, give it to me.
Not the phone, I need the number! Yes, right away.
- Here.
- Excellent.
One second, I'll send myself a message.
Done.
I sent myself a message.
All right.
- I've already received it.
- OK.
Thanks.
This is a recording.
The person you are trying to reach is not available at this time.
- Hello? - Juvara, it's me.
What is it, sir? There's someone else you need to track down, his name's Aurelio Morotti.
Morotti.
And what's his number? I'll text it to you.
May I help you? Yes, I'm looking for Mr Borgini.
Are you a relative? No, my name's Soneri, I'm from the police department.
Are you sure you want to see Borgini? Yes.
Why? This way.
Jonio? Jonio, can you hear me? We have a visitor! This gentleman wants to talk to you.
He's a police inspector, do you understand? He's a policeman! Where do I have to sign? Never mind, it's not important.
Does this man have any relatives, anyone who comes to visit him? - No, no one.
- Who pays the bill? It is an organization, I remember because it's strange they would pay for a convalescent.
The name is Dispari.
I couldn't remember the name! Dispari.
So, Borgini is just a figurehead.
I can't figure it out, the Mantovanis were robbed of their house and hotel, they were pushed to suicide, but I just can't understand who they are.
I found something.
I found the real estate agency that handled the sale of the hotel, maybe they know something.
They're based in Ferrara, Salvi and Gregori.
Salvi and Gregori.
Well done, Juvara! Good job! - Keep trying Morotti! - Every 15 minutes! - Ciao.
- Goodbye, sir.
Good morning, I'd like to speak to the person in charge please.
Good morning.
You can't see anyone without an appointment.
I'm Soneri, from the police.
Thank you.
- I'll let them know.
- They can find some time, right? - Mr.
Salvi? - What is it now? There's a police officer here.
I'll be right there.
- He's on his way.
- Thanks.
Sir! Did you come for a lesson in Mattazza? Not yet, I'd like to chat with you and your associate.
- If it's convenient, of course.
- Absolutely, just come with me.
- Amedeo! - Yes? Look who's come to visit us! Good morning.
Please, make yourself comfortable.
- May I? - Please, go ahead.
So, what can we do for you? Was it your organization that handled the sale of Hotel Marinella? Yes, of course, the Mantovanis.
We read about it in the papers.
It was painful news.
They wanted to sell; we found a foreign company wanting to invest in coastal property.
There weren't any transactions in or out of the Mantovani's bank account.
Maybe they put the money into a separate account.
We wouldn't know anything about it.
The company that made the purchase has a branch in the Cayman Islands, which is a financial haven.
The president is 84 years old and has Alzheimer's.
I can't figure out what's going on with this Dispari Limited.
We dealt with a lawyer from Georgetown, as far as we are concerned, he was acting on appropriate authority.
People count on our discretion.
We'd be out of business otherwise.
Good morning, good morning.
There's someone from the police who wants to speak to you.
Here she is.
Mrs Morotti? - Yes.
- Soneri, from the police.
I'm looking for your husband, do you know where I can find him? - Has he done something wrong? - I just need to speak to him.
I don't know where he is or when he'll be back.
It's not the first time he's disappeared for a few days, I'd say that it's a habit of his.
Is it a habit of his to turn off his phone as well? He's always come back.
He'll come back this time as well.
If you hear from him, have him call me, it's important.
Of course.
Goodbye.
If there's one thing I can't stand, it's the sea during winter.
That's why I brought you here, right? No, you brought me here because you want to convince me to keep the Mantovani case open.
Sir, the Mantovanis lost everything gambling, and there are definitely many other people in the same situation.
I'm tracking down a man who could help me.
His name is Aurelio Morotti.
He's disappeared.
His wife says he hasn't been home in three days, but that this happens every once in a while, but it's strange this time.
He's probably with some other woman.
Married men do that sometimes.
No! He was going to give me some important information.
And he's leaving me signs, clues, he wants me to follow him.
Clues, what clues? Look.
Three cards? OK, Soneri, if you don't bring me something concrete within three days, I'm closing the Mantovani investigation.
- But, sir, listen - Go! What are you doing out there? Come inside, come on! If I didn't ask you in, you'd stay out there catching cold like a fool.
Nicolino, you're doing well, you haven't changed a bit.
You have.
You've put on weight, and your beard is going gray.
But you're still as lively as when you were a boy, always looking for something you couldn't find, wanting something you couldn't have.
What are you looking for that you can't find? I'm trying to put together the pieces.
Like my father used to do.
It's easier to do with wood than with people.
What are you looking at? The star.
- The star.
- Your father made that.
I know.
No one else was as precise as he was.
Back then you would put it back together in 30 seconds.
Take it home with you.
Have fun.
Put it back together again.
Can I ask you something? Yes.
Why can't a police inspector get the lights back on if he wants? Because a police inspector doesn't abuse his power.
Of course.
- Is the water back on? - They said tomorrow.
But that's what they said yesterday, too.
Can I ask you a question now? Can you tell me why your colleague turned all the utilities off? Because she's very exact.
She left, so she had everything turned off.
Really, are you OK? Are you having second thoughts about us moving in together? Can you put out the candles? Gladly.
Remo! Come and look! Is it him? Yes, it's Morotti.
The weights weren't enough to hold him down.
Come under the umbrella! When will you know something? I'm doing the initial examination today.
Your husband wanted to tell me something about the Mantovanis.
I think he knew who it was who ruined them.
I never wanted to know anything about the people he spent time with.
His world, the world of gambling, his addiction, it terrified me.
Do you believe he killed himself? I don't know.
Someone might have wanted to keep him from talking, or maybe he killed himself.
When you came to speak to me at the call centre, was he still alive? No.
He never said he was going to gamble.
He disappeared.
Then he came back.
He never told me how it went either.
And I never asked.
Do you see that house across the street? I was born there.
So was my son, Federico.
It belonged to my family.
When Aurelio and I met, we were young, beautiful, rich.
We'd go out on the boat.
We were happy.
He had just finished medical school, but mostly because that's what his parents had wanted.
He didn't really need to work.
Now, we don't have a cent.
The boat is worth a lot, maybe you could try to sell it.
Aurelio already sold the boat a few weeks ago.
He certainly didn't give the money to me.
When he was young, he tried to kill himself.
He crashed his car, but he didn't die.
Then he started to gamble again.
He lost his own inheritance first, then mine, and finally, the house.
To remind himself of what he'd lost, he wanted to live across the street.
So that he wouldn't mess up again.
He wasn't successful.
He only succeeded in ruining his life and mine.
I spoke with Morotti's widow.
It was painful! An intelligent, sharp woman, from a good family.
She should have had a wonderful marriage, and maybe it was, on paper, it's just that she married the wrong man.
- It happens, right? - Of course.
I just wonder why she stayed with him, why she didn't leave.
How could you stay with someone like that? Because she loved him! Come on! That's overly romantic, it's not enough.
I'm not convinced.
You know, we can't help falling for the wrong person.
They can do terrible things.
We leave them, but we take them back again.
- Did you ever meet the wrong person? - It happened, but a long time ago.
If he ever returned, would you take him back? I've found the right person.
Do you see? The cards made the right prediction.
The ace of spades, the two of clubs, death, unforeseen and sudden.
We're still missing the jack of spades, the person who lies.
He'll be along, too.
Is there anything here that you want? Come on, let's come back some other time.
Excuse me just a second.
Draghi, what is it? Basically, according to the office of shipping records, The Mattazza was sold.
Wait, though! Dispari Limited isn't the new owner.
- What do you mean it's not them? - It's a private individual.
- Do you have a name? - His name's Andrea Maggi.
He came by this morning to take care of the paperwork.
He's on board with his family now, checking out the boat.
Soneri, do you think that the boat's papers were stolen? If you want, I'll stop them right now.
No, no, no, I'll do it.
All right, bye, Soneri.
Do I need to call a taxi? I'll call a taxi.
- Good morning, are you Mr Maggi? - Yes.
I'm Soneri, from the police.
May I speak to you for a moment? About what? Did you hear about Morotti? Fortunately, my wife doesn't read the papers.
She doesn't know he died, and it's better that way.
She really likes the boat, and this is really bad news.
- How did you buy it? - There was an ad on a website that specialises in these things.
- I mean, how did you pay for it? - A bank transfer.
600,000 euros in one transaction.
Just like Morotti wanted.
It was completely on the up and up.
Papa! Are you getting on or not? I'm coming, one second! I can show you the papers! No, that won't be necessary.
Thank you, and have a nice trip.
It arrived a little while ago.
There were no traces of water in Morotti's lungs, which means he was already dead when he entered the water.
He was already dead? There are no visible signs of violence on his body, no internal injuries and the toxicology report is negative.
If he didn't drown, how did he die? Soneri, take a quick look at Morotti's bank statement.
There's a transaction for 600,000 euros.
It went through fine.
But look here.
The same amount was taken out the very next day.
Where did it go? To pay off a gambling debt? No! He bought life insurance.
His wife is the beneficiary.
Just think! He buys the life insurance and kills himself.
His wife gets ripped off! In cases of suicide, the claim won't be paid, right? I get it, but there was no water in his lungs.
So he didn't kill himself, he was murdered! That would work.
Anyway, Soneri, you don't seem convinced! Isn't it strange he would buy a policy a few days before he's killed? They realised he was going to start talking and he knew that they knew! Draghi, who are "they"? They the people who knew Here, these are the cement blocks found on Morotti's body.
Maybe they were taken from the same spot where he went into the water.
Find that spot.
That won't take long, right? It's only the entire Po.
- Calò! - Hi, Soneri! - What are you doing here? - I was passing through.
You were passing through? I don't believe it.
What, people don't pass through Ferrara? - It's great to see you! - You too.
Calò, why have you come to see me? - I'm on the anti-terrorism squad now.
- Congratulations.
I'm putting together a team that will report directly to the Minister of the Interior.
You would be promoted immediately to vice commissioner.
You know that rank isn't important to me.
Damn it! You're a great investigator, the best I've ever known.
I'm giving you the chance to do it for real.
This would mean I'd have to move to Rome.
Of course, is that a problem? Yes, a bit of a problem.
Mr.
Calò, this is Counsellor Angela Cornelio.
She's famous, she's from Ferrara, and she's my girlfriend.
- Pleased to meet you.
- Pleasure is mine.
Did I interrupt something private? We were talking about old times, when I was in Milan.
Before I forget, all my numbers have changed.
- Here are the new ones.
- Here I am.
I'll have a place setting brought for the lady.
For starters, we have clams au gratin - Good morning.
- Sir! - Hey, Soneri! - What is it? Come and see! We found these cement blocks here.
They are the exact same type used to weigh down Morotti's body.
This plant was closed 30 years ago, so I don't think there are many more of this specific type still around.
There's something else, come and see.
It's muddy over here.
Look at these tracks.
Tell me if you think I'm wrong.
They arrive on an ATV, they kill Morotti, tie the blocks to the body and throw him in the river.
The problem is that we don't know how he was killed.
What does it matter? We'll find out! You don't have to always be a sceptic! I know a bit about tires.
Those tracks don't belong to just any tire.
They aren't common at all.
With a bit of luck, we'll find the ATV that left them.
Call forensics and have a mould made.
Soneri! Sir, come and look! - What is it, Gallesi? - Come and see.
Look at this.
And at that.
Don't try and tell me some drug addict just threw these things on the ground, drug addicts don't use latex gloves! And if drug addicts did use this spot, there'd be more of these, right? What isn't convincing you exactly? I am sent three cards that lead me to the club.
When I leave, I meet Morotti, who hints, in every way possible, that he needs to talk to me.
Then he disappears, and I find him dead, cement blocks on his body.
The cement blocks lead us to this quarry, where we find ATV tracks that are easily identified.
Doesn't it seem a bit strange? No.
But why right here? It's an isolated spot! No one would hear anything.
Exactly.
I've got the information you asked for.
The name of the quarry owner was Marzio Berselli.
- What do you mean "was"? - He killed himself 36 years ago.
The date on the bottom is when he died.
Now we have four dead.
That's right, sir.
Another thing.
The quarry was deeded away just before Berselli's death.
I went to the Land Registry, the Justice Department, the Trade Department; every file is empty.
Not one document.
Someone has gotten rid of them.
We can't find the name of the new owner anywhere.
Come in.
It'll take two life times to get all of this paper in order.
Here.
- What was the name? - Berselli.
- It's over there.
Can you wait here? - Yes, of course.
If we're lucky Berselli Here! Right where it's supposed to be! Here, it was in the right spot.
- You can sit here if you want.
- Perfect, thanks.
If you need anything else, I'll be right over there.
Yes, I'll let you know, thank you.
Thank you.
Can you decipher the name of the coroner for me? Doctors have terrible handwriting, even the coroners.
This is Dr.
Offagna, he had a penchant for beautiful women and the good life.
Why, is he dead? Now that I think about it, I heard he was sick, but whether or not he died, I don't know.
- I'll keep these if you don't mind.
- Please.
The knight moves and the queen is in check.
Listen to me please, and don't tire him out.
Dr.
Offagna, this man is from the police, he wants to speak to you.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Good afternoon.
My name's Soneri, from the police.
Marzio Berselli.
Do you remember that name? The autopsy ruled it a suicide.
You did the autopsy, right? Here it is, do you remember? It was a long time ago.
Thirty-six, to be exact.
He was a relentless gambler.
The investigation ended saying he shot himself on the same day he lost everything.
Do you mind looking at this picture? What do you want from me? Can't you see I'm very ill? Be patient, and look at these photos please.
Look carefully.
Berselli shot the gun with his right hand.
You see? But look at his left hand.
Does anything seem strange to you? Do you have any idea how many autopsies I've done in my life? Do you expect me to remember each one? Look at his fingers, there's a nicotine stain.
You have one on your hand, too.
Doesn't it seem strange, that someone who smokes with his left hand, shoots with his right hand? It doesn't prove anything.
It puts forth the idea that his suicide could have been staged.
There's no indication of that in the autopsy report.
It's only conjecture, why should it matter to me? I asked some of your colleagues.
You used to play cards a lot.
They all remember because you used to owe money to everybody.
At the same time when Berselli killed himself, you paid off all your debts.
You also bought a beautiful house.
What do you want to do, Inspector? To charge me with aiding and abetting? Berselli was killed and you know who killed him.
It happened a long time ago.
From that point on, my children were able to have a worry-free life.
My grandchildren live in that house.
The Berselli case is finished, and in a little while, I'll be finished, too.
Let me be.
Whoever killed Berselli didn't get the punishment they deserved.
Even if I manage to find them after all this time, it won't matter anyway, right? In your opinion, whoever killed Berselli is responsible for Morotti's death, too, right? I think so.
They are the same murderers.
I'm sorry, but are you going to the reception dressed like that? I'm sorry, Commissioner, if you don't mind, I'll go home, I'm a bit tired.
That's a bad idea, very bad, a bit of a social life would do you good, now that you're going to Rome.
- I see that Calò paid you a visit.
- He stopped by to say hello.
You told him you'd be willing to sign off on my transfer.
- More or less.
- I haven't made any decisions yet.
What are you waiting for? Not that I want you to leave, goodness.
Anyway, find Morotti's killers.
If they pay for that crime, they'll pay for both.
Whether they serve one life sentence or two, it won't matter, right? I envy you a bit.
Life in the capital, parties, a social life.
Stupid stuff, but think about your career.
You're too good a policeman to stay in this city.
Thank you.
No, no, no, no! - Sorry I'm late.
- Don't worry about it.
I just arrived myself.
I got some work done for you.
I'll just put away the groceries and then I'll explain.
OK.
Wait, Angela.
What is this? After Berselli's death, there was a dispute over ownership of the quarry.
One of the lawyers at work represented Berselli's heirs, a distant cousin, I think, who tried to get the sale of the quarry declared illegal.
Do you mean to tell me that you know who took ownership of the quarry? That's right, look.
There.
Useful, wasn't it? Morotti's blood was found in the needle.
And there was insulin in the syringe.
Insulin injected into a vein will kill within seconds.
It doesn't leave any traces.
It's almost impossible to find the needle mark.
There's a fingerprint on the syringe.
It's not Morotti's and it doesn't belong to anyone in our database.
In theory, if you find out whose print it is, you'll have the killer.
- Soneri! - Yes.
I wanted to ask when I'll be able to claim my husband's body.
The doctor is almost done with his examination, so it'll be soon.
This morning, a representative of an insurance company stopped by to see me.
Did you know about this policy that I was the beneficiary of? Yes.
The newspapers were saying it was suicide, and then they said the investigation wasn't over because there were still questions about how he died.
- You What - I can't say anything at this point.
If it's ruled suicide, I won't be entitled to any compensation.
For a moment, I thought Aurelio wanted to give back what he took from me.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
Mr.
Gregori, please.
I'm sorry, he's just left.
Salvi isn't here either.
I'm Soneri, I'll wait for him in his office, I know where is he anyway.
Tell him to return right away, it's urgent! No, no.
Because Go, go call him! - Did you call him? - Yes.
- He'll be here in just a bit.
- How long? - Five minutes.
- Five minutes is too long.
Tell him to join me at 6:00 pm at the Yacht Club.
- Yes.
- He knows where it is, right? - Yes.
- Tell both of them.
Yacht Club.
Look.
The prints on the ball are the same as those on the syringe from the quarry.
Take a guess who owns a jeep with those specific tires? - Good God, Draghi! - Either Gregori or Salvi.
Excuse me, Nanetti, but you already knew that? Yes.
Soneri! This is how I think it happened.
Salvi and Gregori take a sample of Morotti's blood, they load him into the jeep, take him to the quarry, shoot him up with insulin, weigh him down and throw him in the water! We've got everything, right? All we're missing are those two guys.
Should I call the judge, tell him I need the arrest warrants? Wait.
Why did you want to meet here? I think we were supposed to play a game of cards.
Am I wrong? We can't play with just three people.
Why not? We can just pretend that Morotti is sitting here with us.
Morotti's death was a great loss for us.
I can imagine, just like those of the Mantovanis and Berselli.
He also committed suicide.
I came here to tell you a story which dates back 40 years.
It's a story about three friends, back when they were in college.
You three had a lot in common.
You were young, passionate about sailing, and you loved gambling.
However, the two of you don't play fair.
To maintain your lifestyles, you'd bring in the occasional mark.
One evening, that's what you did to your friend Morotti.
You took him for everything he had.
After he'd spent his entire inheritance and was drowning in debt, you told him the truth, you had cheated.
That's was why you had won.
Morotti got upset, but you somehow convinced him that the only way to get back the money he'd lost was to team up with you.
To find other marks to rip off together.
- We'll spend nice evenings together.
- You bring us easy marks.
Morotti had no choice and at the end he gave in to blackmail.
Who told you these things? It must have been Morotti! Be quiet! For a while, everything worked perfectly.
With the money you made, you two bought your office, and poor Morotti bought himself a boat.
But one evening, something unexpected happened.
During a game, you swindled a business owner, Marzio Berselli, out of the quarry that he owned.
You're cheating! He realised that you were cheating.
He wasn't going to take it, and he threatened to report you.
At that point, you didn't have any choice.
I don't know if it was one of you or Morotti who killed him.
Thanks to the help of Offagna, the coroner, who you owned because of his gambling debts, you managed to make it look like his death had been ruled a suicide.
He shot himself.
At this point, Morotti, unable to handle the guilt, tries to kill himself.
But he survives.
And within a few years, he's lost his entire estate.
His and his wife's.
He was in debt and he turned to you two for a loan.
It didn't take much for the two of you to get him back into the game.
Morotti is perfect.
He still has his boat and gets to be skipper, and with his job, he's able to find lots of wealthy new clients to keep your game going.
So, for almost 30 years, Morotti remained a prisoner of your blackmail.
Until last year.
- Mr Mantovani, good evening.
- Good evening to you! The Mantovanis found themselves in your net.
They also fell victim to the love of gambling that you know so well.
They lose everything, and we all know what happens.
Maybe you were truly sorry that the Mantovanis killed themselves.
But you viewed it as a minor hitch and continued.
One evening, you saw Morotti and I together, and you got scared.
You thought he'd decided to tell me that you're cheaters, murderers, and so you took him out, making it look like suicide.
It's not true! What you're saying is completely absurd.
We did nothing of the kind.
You can't make any accusations against us.
- I'll have my lawyer sue you.
- That won't be necessary.
Because that's not actually what happened, unfortunately.
Morotti really did kill himself.
Even though he did everything he could to convince me otherwise.
Morotti took a syringe and a vial of insulin from your desk, then he took the keys to your ATV.
He went to the quarry, and there he left those unmistakable tracks.
He brought it back without you ever knowing it was gone.
He went back to the quarry, tied the cement blocks around his waist.
He put on latex gloves so he wouldn't leave any evidence, and injected himself with a lethal dose of insulin.
He'd reached the river, and dying, let himself fall into the river.
The staging was perfect.
Too perfect.
So you know that we're innocent! You didn't kill Morotti.
But you killed Berselli.
Plus, you're morally responsible for the Mantovanis suicide.
Not to mention all those people you swindled.
The statute of limitations is up on Berselli.
Moral responsibility isn't a crime.
And the fact that we cheat can't be proven.
The only person who could've talked killed himself, as you said.
You're right.
Morotti was a great player.
He was the liar, the jack of spades.
He covered every possibility, even of me figuring out the truth.
He left you with the freedom to make a choice.
To win cheating or to lose honestly.
What are you going to do? I've been a policeman for 30 years.
This is the first time I've uncovered the truth and walked away defeated.
He didn't say if he was coming or not? No.
I'm sorry.
If it's ruled suicide, I won't be entitled to any compensation.
For a moment, I thought Aurelio wanted to give back what he took from me.
- Sir.
- Sir.
Sir.
Care to tell me where you've been? I've been looking for you all day! Is this what you were waiting for? Nice, Soneri! That's exactly what I was waiting for! The police? There.
Gregori? Salvi? I'm Draghi, police.
I have a warrant for your arrest.
Why don't we get going? - No, this has to be a mistake.
- We'll talk about it at headquarters.
What do you mean at headquarters? You can't do this.
- Gallesi.
- You can't treat me like this! Why are you letting this happen? - I know people who - Let me go! I'll have your job! I said let go of me! I'm ill, extremely ill.
Inspector, you don't have anything on us.
You can't allow this to happen.
Inspector! The investigation which began with the Mantovanis suicides also led us to the death of Aurelio Morotti.
Inspector Draghi will brief you about the outcome of the case.
We discovered that two of the city's well known professionals, the architects Giovanni Salvi and Amedeo Gregori, were gambling addicts, and furthermore, were clearly cheaters.
They drove the Mantovanis to suicide and carried out the murder of Aurelio Morotti.
Did you put the star back together? It'd be better if you kept it.
It's been here for a long time.
If you want to try again someday, I'll be here.
I know.
Bye.
- Regular? - For me, thank you.
- How much is it? - One-eighty.
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
He didn't bring any sweetener.
I'll go get some for you.
No, no.
It's been a while since I've tasted real sugar.
You're committing a little sin then.
You lost a button.
I know.
When I realised it this morning, I didn't feel like changing my shirt.
Rosemary should have noticed.
We should get going, don't you think? Yes, let's go.
Sir! Sir, your umbrella! Keep it! THE WINTER SEA based on the novel by VALERIO VARESI Hi.
Is the murderer inside the shop? I've been watching him for over half an hour.
Let's hope he doesn't notice.
He worked for my father.
Watching him work has fascinated me since I was a child.
Look.
Watch how he moves his hands.
What about them? They're perfect, so precise, look at how he touches the wood every piece fits together perfectly, every piece so precise.
Aren't you going to answer your phone? Yes? Excuse me.
What happened? A car was driven into the sea.
They're saying it was two elderly people.
Stop! You're not allowed through.
- Pardon.
- Pardon me.
- Did I burn you? - No.
Soneri, why weren't you answering your phone? Anyway, the judge gave us the OK to pull it out, so I told the firemen to go ahead.
You did the right thing.
Here are the papers, one of the divers retrieved them.
Their names were Luigi and Alvina Mantovani, husband and wife.
The diver also found this paper in the man's pocket.
FORGIVE US - Anything else? - I don't know.
I haven't searched the bodies yet.
Listen, Soneri, there's a guy back there who saw the car as it went flying into the water.
Do you want to talk to him? Did he know them? Does he know why they did this? - No.
- Then what good will talking to him do? I'm going to keep this.
It's going to start raining again.
It's because of that umbrella of yours.
Good evening, sir.
Did you find anything? Nothing yet.
Sir, if you want to talk to the maid, she's there in the kitchen.
Thanks.
- Rosemary, right? - Yes.
Have you been working here very long? About eight years.
Did you like it here? They were good people.
I'm so upset Have you noticed anything strange lately? Was anything disturbing them? No.
Or maybe they received some news, something that could have Everything was normal.
Did they have any children? Yes, one, Walter.
He works in Algeria, but he's coming back to Italy tomorrow.
Thank you.
Sir! I spoke to the doorman, he says they were quiet people, normal, never had any problems with anyone.
They always gave him a nice tip at Christmas.
All right.
Listen, tomorrow Walter should be arriving, the Mantovani's son.
His plane is taking off in Algeria and landing in Bologna.
Find the flight number, then pick him up and bring him to my office.
Excuse me, sir, but should I tell their son what happened? No, I'll take care of it.
Don't distract me, all right? Luigi and Alvina.
Old fashioned names, they're not used much anymore.
What is it that's not adding up? I can't find the hole, there's There's something that doesn't fit, but I can't figure out what.
It's strange.
Nothing's adding up.
Come on, I'm going to be late for court.
Two people like this, seemingly quiet, they lived completely normal lives, peaceful.
What does it all mean? Could it just be that they had had enough? All right, but why choose such a striking way to die? They lived in the shadows their whole lives, then suddenly, they throw the spotlight on their deaths.
Who were they hoping would notice? Who is it? I hate this plumber! - I'll get it, don't worry.
- Thank you.
Good morning, sir! - Finally! You've made us wait.
- I guess.
Is the lady of the house in? Bottazzi, can we find this leak or not? Of course we'll find it, Madam! Today, we'll force that damned pipe to work.
You said that last week, last month, and meanwhile, water's leaking.
What a disaster! I know, sir, you're right, but it is a difficult investigation.
Do you know what the real problem is? The landlord should have all of the pipes replaced.
And how! Meanwhile, he wants to double the rent, this arrived yesterday.
That guy has no sense of decency! Listen, I'm moving out of this house.
I already called an agency, and today I'm looking at an apartment.
You can come along if you're interested.
To look at the house, I mean.
- Yeah, let's talk about it later.
- Bye.
You'd better take care of things, Bottazzi! Certainly, Madam! They didn't have any reason at all.
I can't believe my parents committed suicide.
Could they have been worried about anything? Health, money No, they were both fine, they were happy, peaceful, and the hotel kept them very busy.
What hotel? Hotel Marinella, on Estensi Beach.
My father bought it 40 years ago.
They dedicated their lives to it.
It paid off nicely.
They were going to give me money to open a business here in Italy.
That's why I'm here.
Listen, this piece of paper was found in your father's pocket.
There are some symbols on the back.
We can't figure out if they mean something, or if it's just a doodle, like when someone's distracted on the phone.
I don't know, it doesn't mean anything to me.
My wife's expecting a baby.
We wanted to come back here.
I should've told them they were going to be grandparents over the phone.
Maybe things would've gone differently.
Good morning, sir.
Capuozzo called, two, maybe three times, he wanted an update on the suicide case.
Good.
Did you find out anything about the Mantovanis? Absolutely nothing.
They didn't have criminal records, no previous offences They'd never had any problems with the law.
A ticket every once in a while The sweatshirt! Do you like it? You don't like it? I bought it in Rosie's shop.
Rosanne.
I met her in a chat room.
Do a bit of research on the Hotel Marinella, on Estensi Beach.
Right away.
Have you told your mom about Rosie? No.
That is, I'll tell her about her later.
You have to do it right.
Introductions, explaining to her about who she is.
Sir, are you joking? Here it is, the Hotel Marinella.
Rosie would like it.
How would they have gotten them? What? The tickets, Juvara! The Mantovanis! I don't Get out of here! Get out of here! Got it? You're always busting people's balls while they're working! - Don't come around here anymore! - Stop! - What the hell do you want? - Stop! You guys get back to work! Everything OK? - It's nothing.
Thank you.
- Are you hurt? Are you sure? Who's in charge here? That'd be me, why? What the hell are you looking at? Calm down.
Who are you? The safety inspector? Everything here is done by the book.
The hotel owners, the Mantovanis came here occasionally.
Did you know them? You're not the safety inspector! - You're from the police! - Well done.
You're waking up now.
I don't know the owners anyhow.
We work for a company out of Bergamo, they pay us once a month, and the rest doesn't interest me.
Anything else? Yes.
You need to get a better attitude.
What are you looking at? Do you want me to take you to the pharmacy? Get you some medicine? No, thank you.
Here.
Thank you.
What's that guy's problem with you? I'm a failure, that's what.
And they work like dogs.
In that hotel there, I was the doorman.
Thirty years.
And those four hacks are ruining everything.
If the Mantovanis could only see it! The Mantovanis didn't order the work to be done? They would never have had something as disgusting as this done! You came back to the hotel again! I've told you a million times to mind your own business.
Come on, let's go home.
I'm Soneri, from the police.
I don't know anything! - Here - No, keep it.
No, no, no.
You can't give people handkerchiefs.
They bring tears with them.
Didn't you know that? Look, my cafe is down at the end of street.
It's called Stella Marina.
If you come by tomorrow, you'll have your handkerchief back, cleaned.
Here, sir.
Copies of the Mantovanis tickets.
Damn! All this? They're all for the same violation.
Capuozzo called.
Are you sure that it's here? This is the address they gave me, sir.
Come here a second, sir! Soneri, couldn't we have talked in the office? I want to show you something.
Do you want to tell me why you had me come all this way? Because I know what you want to ask me! Yeah? Are we going to play a guessing game now? You want to know why I haven't closed the Mantovani case.
There are two reasons.
One is this.
Beautiful, isn't it? The Mantovanis came here a few times a week, they took it out for a ride, and then, back into the Estensi garage.
And this explains what happened? Have you ever been in a car like this? Me, no! Come here.
What does it look like to you? It looks like a flying saucer.
The door handle's hidden a bit.
Get in.
It's not too comfortable for people like you and me.
Alvina and Luigi, this is where they had fun a few times a week.
They got in the car, started it, revved it up a few times to listen to the roar of the engine; to hear how powerful it is.
Then, they put it in first gear.
They headed out, accelerating a bit.
Out of the city limits, they could speed a bit more, 60, 90, 125, 130, 150 At that speed, 150 miles per hour, the slightest unevenness in the road will make the car jerk.
Then, they put it in fifth gear, 160, 170, 175.
No, no, no! Stop, Soneri.
Those two were over 70 years old, they couldn't have gone this fast.
The last time they were ticketed, they were going 180 miles per hour.
That's absurd! That's absurd! I understand that they didn't want to give in to old age, they wanted to have a few thrills, but this is dangerous! This is beyond the limits! Why did they do it? Now you understand why I want to continue the investigation.
Pardon me.
I said tomorrow, the handkerchief isn't ready yet.
I didn't come for the handkerchief.
I'll make us both a coffee.
There aren't many customers this time of year, and so there isn't much to do.
Who are the new owners of the hotel? Who knows! They fired us with a letter.
I have it here.
Look! "The work contract is dissolved.
A check is enclosed.
" - They are people of few words! - Yeah.
Do you know what bothered me most? The Mantovanis didn't say anything to us about selling the place.
After 30 years! Not the slightest indication! What would it have cost them to tell us! Do you know why it was sold? No! I don't know.
"Dispari Limited.
" Would you mind if I kept this? You can keep it, as far as I'm concerned.
At least you'll keep me from being upset every time I see it.
Excuse me, but what do these symbols mean? These are the symbols used in the game Mattazza.
It's the game we were just playing.
I'll make your coffee.
Every time I open a drawer or read a letter, it's like standing at the edge of an abyss.
They didn't have a cent left.
There's nothing left, sir.
Nothing.
They sold the hotel, the house, everything.
They didn't sell anything.
They lost everything gambling.
They lost everything gambling? Why didn't they ever say anything to me? I don't think you could've done much.
Even the pipes and wiring have been redone.
How many square feet is it? About 860.
When you factor in the balcony, it's a bit more.
Of course.
- Hey, you came! - Hello.
I was just telling the lady that the apartment is big, bright and quiet, too.
It's ideal for a couple! It's just for me.
Even better, you'll have more space.
Did you notice the door and windows? No noise, no loss of heat.
I promise, the only thing you have to do is move in your furniture.
At this price, you're not going to find another place like this.
Can you give us a minute? Of course, I'll leave you alone.
Take your time, and I'll wait for you downstairs.
- Thank you.
- I'll see you later.
What is it? Don't you like it? A family with a four or five year old child lived here.
He liked to play with soccer.
He hit a lamp, breaking it.
There are still pieces of it on the floor.
When will you learn to leave your job at the office? If it wasn't for the cleaning agency, - this place would be a pig sty! - Of course.
Would you mind moving? Excuse me.
- You're leaving footprints, come on! - What do you want me to do? - They're your feet, come on! - Yeah, I have two of them.
Here, do this, come here, sit down until it's dry.
Thank you.
What is it, Soneri? What's that face for? There's something I have to do, but I'm not sure about it.
What is it? Something to do with Angela? Did she ask you to marry her? Does she want to move in with you? She really wants to, it's just that I don't want to disappoint her.
You're putting yourself in a cage.
Thanks for the advice.
Bye! - Soneri, your footprints! - Footprints.
- Good morning, sir.
- Hi, Juvara.
Can I bring you a cappuccino or a pastry? No, don't worry about it.
Nice sweatshirt! Dispari Limited, the company that bought the hotel from the Mantovanis, they have a branch in Georgetown, in the Cayman Islands.
Weird, isn't it? A business with an Italian name resides in a place where secret bank accounts are the official religion.
What does it mean? They didn't want to pay taxes.
Or maybe, they wanted to remain anonymous.
What can you tell me about the president of the company? Who signed the papers? Jonio Borgini.
According to the postmark, he's probably here in Italy.
I've been looking, but I haven't found him yet.
Soneri! Get this! - The Mantovanis bank statements! - Wonderful! What does it say? In the last six months, withdrawals were made, each time bigger and bigger, and they were always for cash.
Did you already know that? Juvara! What can you tell me about this letter? When did it arrive? Someone left it at the front last night.
I'll see you later.
Where is he going? Good morning.
- Good morning.
- I'm looking for the manager.
- Right there.
- Thank you.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
Who do I have the pleasure of speaking to? I'm Soneri, from the police.
Morando Livi, pleased to meet you.
Can I get you something to drink? No, thank you.
Right, policemen never drink while on duty.
So, what can I do for you? These yours? Yes, I keep them here for the members.
Sometimes, people take them with them.
What can you do, they're beautiful aren't they? Why don't you take a pack? Is this a boating club or a gaming room? People come here to have a drink, to chat with their friends, maybe play a bit without having to worry about it.
And they play for money.
What fun would it be, if they weren't playing for a little something.
This little something, how much is it? Who knows? It's not like people play with their money on the table! They play with chips, and a chip can be worth 5 cents or 5,000 euros, but they don't tell me about it.
It was here that the Mantovanis gambled away their house, their hotel, basically everything.
The Mantovanis, poor things, I'm really sorry about what happened to them.
Yes, they came here.
They played, sometimes winning, sometimes losing.
Large amounts, too.
But, Inspector, at the end they came out even! Actually, they lost everything.
Did you know that? Yes, but it didn't happen here.
Not in my club.
How do you know this for sure? It'd depend on who's playing, how much the chips are worth.
Inspector, I don't want any trouble with the law.
My club is on the up and up, and so are all the members.
You can check it out whenever you want.
You can come in on duty, or for a nice evening out.
Actually, you know what I'll do? I'll give you a club pass on the house, no expiration.
No, thank you.
It's only to show you that I have nothing to hide, and to enjoy the pleasure of your company.
My company isn't that great.
Sir! Sir! Pardon me! Would you mind undoing that rope for me? - This one? - Yes, thank you.
I was going to take the dock away with me, I would have been the talk of the entire port! You're Soneri, right? I saw your photo in the newspaper some time back.
Is it my imagination, or have we seen each other somewhere before? Come aboard.
Well, my shoes Don't worry about your shoes, it's not that fragile.
Aurelio Morotti.
Pleased to meet you.
Is this your boat? Do you like it? It's beautiful.
Do you want to go for a ride? We'll be back here within an hour, I promise! Listen, Morotti, did you know the Mantovanis? For a long time.
- Do you gamble? - No.
It's hard to understand.
Of course.
It's a sickness.
You're invited to play a game, maybe at the beginning you win, so you keep going.
Then you start to lose.
More and more.
And then you can't stop, there's the game and nothing else in the world.
Not your family, not your children, nothing.
It's so unfashionable, isn't it? Killing yourself over gambling debts, but that's how the Mantovanis were, a bit unfashionable.
Did they lose on the up and up, or against someone who was cheating? Do you know how Mattazza is played, Inspector? Based on the name of your boat, I'd say you know better than I do.
This was the last game the Mantovanis played.
What side of the table were you on? On their side, or on the side of those who were ripping them off? Inspector, I know you would like to take me to headquarters and grill me until I tell you everything I know, but I also know why you're not going to do that.
You think that deep down, I want to help you.
Inspector, even if you don't play cards, you're already involved in the game.
Now, you have to learn the rules, otherwise, how will you manage to get to the end? Now, we go back.
A family's waiting for me, they want to go for a ride.
You'll find me every evening at the Yacht Club.
When you want, come by and I'll teach you how to play.
OK.
Do you have a good memory? In order to play Mattazza, you have to be able to remember all the hands.
Excellent.
So Excuse me, Mr Morotti! Here I am! Do you like it? Not bad, right? What do you think? Do you like my house? I like it a lot, but it's too big.
How is it too big? I'd feel a bit lost in here.
- Alone.
- No, that's just a feeling.
Listen to me! Why don't you come and live here? Give it a month at least.
I'm sure that you'll love it! Can't you convince her? Me? You don't know her very well.
Too bad! I would have been happy knowing that you were here.
Who knows who will rent it? Someone sent me these.
They're not very nice.
Why do you say that? The ace of spades represents a sudden, unforeseen event, usually negative.
The two of clubs represents death.
The jack of spades represents someone who doesn't tell the truth.
What do you know about cards? You have your cards read? Of course, all women do.
And a lot of men, too, they just don't admit it.
Would you like to try it? At headquarters, we usually consult a card reader before starting a case.
Good evening! Alceste! This evening, sir, I have ravioli with beef stewed in red wine, to die for! I'll take the ravioli with beef.
Madam, I imagine you'll have the usual, pathetic grilled vegetables with extra virgin olive oil.
Thank you, Alceste.
It's not good for you to go on eating like this.
- Alceste.
- I'm leaving.
What is this? Open it.
It's the key to Daria's house.
What does it mean? Well, lately, you and I, we've slept together, we've showered together, we've eaten together.
You noticed? Maybe it's time we moved in together.
Daria's apartment is nice, I know you like it.
It's not too big for the two of us.
If you want, we'll move there, it's up to you.
I'm going to order something to drink right away, that way I'll get drunk, and if you take it back, I won't remember anything.
I can't get drunk this evening.
- Why? - I have a meeting with four women.
One of clubs, one of hearts, one of diamonds and one of spades.
You're working.
Unfortunately.
I told Morando a million times to get rid of that photo.
- It just makes me feel old.
- How are you? Excellent.
And you? Great.
Those other two ugly mugs are my old friends.
Come with me, I'll introduce you.
Thank you.
Where are they? - Amedeo, Giovanni! - Aurelio! I'd like to introduce you to someone.
Giovanni Salvi, Amedeo Gregori Inspector Soneri.
What brings you here? I've never seen you in here before.
I don't know, maybe you should ask Morotti.
To learn how to play Mattazza! Let's have a seat! It's an interesting game.
Think about it.
The person who loses the most games wins.
Yes, but there's more to it than that! Mattazza has complicated rules, but above all else, it's experience that counts.
Experience, you're right, Giovanni.
Because in Mattazza everyone plays against everyone else, but it's possible to form secret alliances as well.
No, no, that's not true, it's not like Briscola, where they use signals.
You don't need signals! For an experienced player, it doesn't take anything! A longer breath, saying hello to someone going by, a subtle change in the voice.
That's all it takes to decide who wins and who loses.
Aurelio's always joking around! We haven't offered you anything to drink.
I'm fine thank you.
Anyway, even Aurelio is an expert player, and he knows very well that certain things just don't happen.
Look, Mattazza is a fun game, a nice way to spend an evening with friends.
Hi, Giovanni! - You found replacements for us already? - Absolutely not! We were expecting you.
I'm sorry, Inspector, but we have a previous engagement.
Come back and see us, though, we'll give you a few lessons.
Listen, so far, I've been playing your game, but I've had enough of it.
Tell me what you know.
I definitely will.
Tomorrow morning.
Here at 10:00.
- Is that OK? - Fine.
The Sirocco, the southern wind, it'll bring more rain.
I found out where the president of Dispari lives.
You were right, he wasn't abroad, he was in a little town nearby.
Here's the address.
Good, I'll go over there later.
- Yes.
- I'll call you later.
All right, goodbye.
Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Have you seen Morotti? I haven't seen him yet today.
Strange, we were supposed to meet here.
Do you know where I could find him? No, I wouldn't know.
- Do you have a cell phone? - I don't know if I can I'm from the police department.
Don't waste my time, give it to me.
Not the phone, I need the number! Yes, right away.
- Here.
- Excellent.
One second, I'll send myself a message.
Done.
I sent myself a message.
All right.
- I've already received it.
- OK.
Thanks.
This is a recording.
The person you are trying to reach is not available at this time.
- Hello? - Juvara, it's me.
What is it, sir? There's someone else you need to track down, his name's Aurelio Morotti.
Morotti.
And what's his number? I'll text it to you.
May I help you? Yes, I'm looking for Mr Borgini.
Are you a relative? No, my name's Soneri, I'm from the police department.
Are you sure you want to see Borgini? Yes.
Why? This way.
Jonio? Jonio, can you hear me? We have a visitor! This gentleman wants to talk to you.
He's a police inspector, do you understand? He's a policeman! Where do I have to sign? Never mind, it's not important.
Does this man have any relatives, anyone who comes to visit him? - No, no one.
- Who pays the bill? It is an organization, I remember because it's strange they would pay for a convalescent.
The name is Dispari.
I couldn't remember the name! Dispari.
So, Borgini is just a figurehead.
I can't figure it out, the Mantovanis were robbed of their house and hotel, they were pushed to suicide, but I just can't understand who they are.
I found something.
I found the real estate agency that handled the sale of the hotel, maybe they know something.
They're based in Ferrara, Salvi and Gregori.
Salvi and Gregori.
Well done, Juvara! Good job! - Keep trying Morotti! - Every 15 minutes! - Ciao.
- Goodbye, sir.
Good morning, I'd like to speak to the person in charge please.
Good morning.
You can't see anyone without an appointment.
I'm Soneri, from the police.
Thank you.
- I'll let them know.
- They can find some time, right? - Mr.
Salvi? - What is it now? There's a police officer here.
I'll be right there.
- He's on his way.
- Thanks.
Sir! Did you come for a lesson in Mattazza? Not yet, I'd like to chat with you and your associate.
- If it's convenient, of course.
- Absolutely, just come with me.
- Amedeo! - Yes? Look who's come to visit us! Good morning.
Please, make yourself comfortable.
- May I? - Please, go ahead.
So, what can we do for you? Was it your organization that handled the sale of Hotel Marinella? Yes, of course, the Mantovanis.
We read about it in the papers.
It was painful news.
They wanted to sell; we found a foreign company wanting to invest in coastal property.
There weren't any transactions in or out of the Mantovani's bank account.
Maybe they put the money into a separate account.
We wouldn't know anything about it.
The company that made the purchase has a branch in the Cayman Islands, which is a financial haven.
The president is 84 years old and has Alzheimer's.
I can't figure out what's going on with this Dispari Limited.
We dealt with a lawyer from Georgetown, as far as we are concerned, he was acting on appropriate authority.
People count on our discretion.
We'd be out of business otherwise.
Good morning, good morning.
There's someone from the police who wants to speak to you.
Here she is.
Mrs Morotti? - Yes.
- Soneri, from the police.
I'm looking for your husband, do you know where I can find him? - Has he done something wrong? - I just need to speak to him.
I don't know where he is or when he'll be back.
It's not the first time he's disappeared for a few days, I'd say that it's a habit of his.
Is it a habit of his to turn off his phone as well? He's always come back.
He'll come back this time as well.
If you hear from him, have him call me, it's important.
Of course.
Goodbye.
If there's one thing I can't stand, it's the sea during winter.
That's why I brought you here, right? No, you brought me here because you want to convince me to keep the Mantovani case open.
Sir, the Mantovanis lost everything gambling, and there are definitely many other people in the same situation.
I'm tracking down a man who could help me.
His name is Aurelio Morotti.
He's disappeared.
His wife says he hasn't been home in three days, but that this happens every once in a while, but it's strange this time.
He's probably with some other woman.
Married men do that sometimes.
No! He was going to give me some important information.
And he's leaving me signs, clues, he wants me to follow him.
Clues, what clues? Look.
Three cards? OK, Soneri, if you don't bring me something concrete within three days, I'm closing the Mantovani investigation.
- But, sir, listen - Go! What are you doing out there? Come inside, come on! If I didn't ask you in, you'd stay out there catching cold like a fool.
Nicolino, you're doing well, you haven't changed a bit.
You have.
You've put on weight, and your beard is going gray.
But you're still as lively as when you were a boy, always looking for something you couldn't find, wanting something you couldn't have.
What are you looking for that you can't find? I'm trying to put together the pieces.
Like my father used to do.
It's easier to do with wood than with people.
What are you looking at? The star.
- The star.
- Your father made that.
I know.
No one else was as precise as he was.
Back then you would put it back together in 30 seconds.
Take it home with you.
Have fun.
Put it back together again.
Can I ask you something? Yes.
Why can't a police inspector get the lights back on if he wants? Because a police inspector doesn't abuse his power.
Of course.
- Is the water back on? - They said tomorrow.
But that's what they said yesterday, too.
Can I ask you a question now? Can you tell me why your colleague turned all the utilities off? Because she's very exact.
She left, so she had everything turned off.
Really, are you OK? Are you having second thoughts about us moving in together? Can you put out the candles? Gladly.
Remo! Come and look! Is it him? Yes, it's Morotti.
The weights weren't enough to hold him down.
Come under the umbrella! When will you know something? I'm doing the initial examination today.
Your husband wanted to tell me something about the Mantovanis.
I think he knew who it was who ruined them.
I never wanted to know anything about the people he spent time with.
His world, the world of gambling, his addiction, it terrified me.
Do you believe he killed himself? I don't know.
Someone might have wanted to keep him from talking, or maybe he killed himself.
When you came to speak to me at the call centre, was he still alive? No.
He never said he was going to gamble.
He disappeared.
Then he came back.
He never told me how it went either.
And I never asked.
Do you see that house across the street? I was born there.
So was my son, Federico.
It belonged to my family.
When Aurelio and I met, we were young, beautiful, rich.
We'd go out on the boat.
We were happy.
He had just finished medical school, but mostly because that's what his parents had wanted.
He didn't really need to work.
Now, we don't have a cent.
The boat is worth a lot, maybe you could try to sell it.
Aurelio already sold the boat a few weeks ago.
He certainly didn't give the money to me.
When he was young, he tried to kill himself.
He crashed his car, but he didn't die.
Then he started to gamble again.
He lost his own inheritance first, then mine, and finally, the house.
To remind himself of what he'd lost, he wanted to live across the street.
So that he wouldn't mess up again.
He wasn't successful.
He only succeeded in ruining his life and mine.
I spoke with Morotti's widow.
It was painful! An intelligent, sharp woman, from a good family.
She should have had a wonderful marriage, and maybe it was, on paper, it's just that she married the wrong man.
- It happens, right? - Of course.
I just wonder why she stayed with him, why she didn't leave.
How could you stay with someone like that? Because she loved him! Come on! That's overly romantic, it's not enough.
I'm not convinced.
You know, we can't help falling for the wrong person.
They can do terrible things.
We leave them, but we take them back again.
- Did you ever meet the wrong person? - It happened, but a long time ago.
If he ever returned, would you take him back? I've found the right person.
Do you see? The cards made the right prediction.
The ace of spades, the two of clubs, death, unforeseen and sudden.
We're still missing the jack of spades, the person who lies.
He'll be along, too.
Is there anything here that you want? Come on, let's come back some other time.
Excuse me just a second.
Draghi, what is it? Basically, according to the office of shipping records, The Mattazza was sold.
Wait, though! Dispari Limited isn't the new owner.
- What do you mean it's not them? - It's a private individual.
- Do you have a name? - His name's Andrea Maggi.
He came by this morning to take care of the paperwork.
He's on board with his family now, checking out the boat.
Soneri, do you think that the boat's papers were stolen? If you want, I'll stop them right now.
No, no, no, I'll do it.
All right, bye, Soneri.
Do I need to call a taxi? I'll call a taxi.
- Good morning, are you Mr Maggi? - Yes.
I'm Soneri, from the police.
May I speak to you for a moment? About what? Did you hear about Morotti? Fortunately, my wife doesn't read the papers.
She doesn't know he died, and it's better that way.
She really likes the boat, and this is really bad news.
- How did you buy it? - There was an ad on a website that specialises in these things.
- I mean, how did you pay for it? - A bank transfer.
600,000 euros in one transaction.
Just like Morotti wanted.
It was completely on the up and up.
Papa! Are you getting on or not? I'm coming, one second! I can show you the papers! No, that won't be necessary.
Thank you, and have a nice trip.
It arrived a little while ago.
There were no traces of water in Morotti's lungs, which means he was already dead when he entered the water.
He was already dead? There are no visible signs of violence on his body, no internal injuries and the toxicology report is negative.
If he didn't drown, how did he die? Soneri, take a quick look at Morotti's bank statement.
There's a transaction for 600,000 euros.
It went through fine.
But look here.
The same amount was taken out the very next day.
Where did it go? To pay off a gambling debt? No! He bought life insurance.
His wife is the beneficiary.
Just think! He buys the life insurance and kills himself.
His wife gets ripped off! In cases of suicide, the claim won't be paid, right? I get it, but there was no water in his lungs.
So he didn't kill himself, he was murdered! That would work.
Anyway, Soneri, you don't seem convinced! Isn't it strange he would buy a policy a few days before he's killed? They realised he was going to start talking and he knew that they knew! Draghi, who are "they"? They the people who knew Here, these are the cement blocks found on Morotti's body.
Maybe they were taken from the same spot where he went into the water.
Find that spot.
That won't take long, right? It's only the entire Po.
- Calò! - Hi, Soneri! - What are you doing here? - I was passing through.
You were passing through? I don't believe it.
What, people don't pass through Ferrara? - It's great to see you! - You too.
Calò, why have you come to see me? - I'm on the anti-terrorism squad now.
- Congratulations.
I'm putting together a team that will report directly to the Minister of the Interior.
You would be promoted immediately to vice commissioner.
You know that rank isn't important to me.
Damn it! You're a great investigator, the best I've ever known.
I'm giving you the chance to do it for real.
This would mean I'd have to move to Rome.
Of course, is that a problem? Yes, a bit of a problem.
Mr.
Calò, this is Counsellor Angela Cornelio.
She's famous, she's from Ferrara, and she's my girlfriend.
- Pleased to meet you.
- Pleasure is mine.
Did I interrupt something private? We were talking about old times, when I was in Milan.
Before I forget, all my numbers have changed.
- Here are the new ones.
- Here I am.
I'll have a place setting brought for the lady.
For starters, we have clams au gratin - Good morning.
- Sir! - Hey, Soneri! - What is it? Come and see! We found these cement blocks here.
They are the exact same type used to weigh down Morotti's body.
This plant was closed 30 years ago, so I don't think there are many more of this specific type still around.
There's something else, come and see.
It's muddy over here.
Look at these tracks.
Tell me if you think I'm wrong.
They arrive on an ATV, they kill Morotti, tie the blocks to the body and throw him in the river.
The problem is that we don't know how he was killed.
What does it matter? We'll find out! You don't have to always be a sceptic! I know a bit about tires.
Those tracks don't belong to just any tire.
They aren't common at all.
With a bit of luck, we'll find the ATV that left them.
Call forensics and have a mould made.
Soneri! Sir, come and look! - What is it, Gallesi? - Come and see.
Look at this.
And at that.
Don't try and tell me some drug addict just threw these things on the ground, drug addicts don't use latex gloves! And if drug addicts did use this spot, there'd be more of these, right? What isn't convincing you exactly? I am sent three cards that lead me to the club.
When I leave, I meet Morotti, who hints, in every way possible, that he needs to talk to me.
Then he disappears, and I find him dead, cement blocks on his body.
The cement blocks lead us to this quarry, where we find ATV tracks that are easily identified.
Doesn't it seem a bit strange? No.
But why right here? It's an isolated spot! No one would hear anything.
Exactly.
I've got the information you asked for.
The name of the quarry owner was Marzio Berselli.
- What do you mean "was"? - He killed himself 36 years ago.
The date on the bottom is when he died.
Now we have four dead.
That's right, sir.
Another thing.
The quarry was deeded away just before Berselli's death.
I went to the Land Registry, the Justice Department, the Trade Department; every file is empty.
Not one document.
Someone has gotten rid of them.
We can't find the name of the new owner anywhere.
Come in.
It'll take two life times to get all of this paper in order.
Here.
- What was the name? - Berselli.
- It's over there.
Can you wait here? - Yes, of course.
If we're lucky Berselli Here! Right where it's supposed to be! Here, it was in the right spot.
- You can sit here if you want.
- Perfect, thanks.
If you need anything else, I'll be right over there.
Yes, I'll let you know, thank you.
Thank you.
Can you decipher the name of the coroner for me? Doctors have terrible handwriting, even the coroners.
This is Dr.
Offagna, he had a penchant for beautiful women and the good life.
Why, is he dead? Now that I think about it, I heard he was sick, but whether or not he died, I don't know.
- I'll keep these if you don't mind.
- Please.
The knight moves and the queen is in check.
Listen to me please, and don't tire him out.
Dr.
Offagna, this man is from the police, he wants to speak to you.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Good afternoon.
My name's Soneri, from the police.
Marzio Berselli.
Do you remember that name? The autopsy ruled it a suicide.
You did the autopsy, right? Here it is, do you remember? It was a long time ago.
Thirty-six, to be exact.
He was a relentless gambler.
The investigation ended saying he shot himself on the same day he lost everything.
Do you mind looking at this picture? What do you want from me? Can't you see I'm very ill? Be patient, and look at these photos please.
Look carefully.
Berselli shot the gun with his right hand.
You see? But look at his left hand.
Does anything seem strange to you? Do you have any idea how many autopsies I've done in my life? Do you expect me to remember each one? Look at his fingers, there's a nicotine stain.
You have one on your hand, too.
Doesn't it seem strange, that someone who smokes with his left hand, shoots with his right hand? It doesn't prove anything.
It puts forth the idea that his suicide could have been staged.
There's no indication of that in the autopsy report.
It's only conjecture, why should it matter to me? I asked some of your colleagues.
You used to play cards a lot.
They all remember because you used to owe money to everybody.
At the same time when Berselli killed himself, you paid off all your debts.
You also bought a beautiful house.
What do you want to do, Inspector? To charge me with aiding and abetting? Berselli was killed and you know who killed him.
It happened a long time ago.
From that point on, my children were able to have a worry-free life.
My grandchildren live in that house.
The Berselli case is finished, and in a little while, I'll be finished, too.
Let me be.
Whoever killed Berselli didn't get the punishment they deserved.
Even if I manage to find them after all this time, it won't matter anyway, right? In your opinion, whoever killed Berselli is responsible for Morotti's death, too, right? I think so.
They are the same murderers.
I'm sorry, but are you going to the reception dressed like that? I'm sorry, Commissioner, if you don't mind, I'll go home, I'm a bit tired.
That's a bad idea, very bad, a bit of a social life would do you good, now that you're going to Rome.
- I see that Calò paid you a visit.
- He stopped by to say hello.
You told him you'd be willing to sign off on my transfer.
- More or less.
- I haven't made any decisions yet.
What are you waiting for? Not that I want you to leave, goodness.
Anyway, find Morotti's killers.
If they pay for that crime, they'll pay for both.
Whether they serve one life sentence or two, it won't matter, right? I envy you a bit.
Life in the capital, parties, a social life.
Stupid stuff, but think about your career.
You're too good a policeman to stay in this city.
Thank you.
No, no, no, no! - Sorry I'm late.
- Don't worry about it.
I just arrived myself.
I got some work done for you.
I'll just put away the groceries and then I'll explain.
OK.
Wait, Angela.
What is this? After Berselli's death, there was a dispute over ownership of the quarry.
One of the lawyers at work represented Berselli's heirs, a distant cousin, I think, who tried to get the sale of the quarry declared illegal.
Do you mean to tell me that you know who took ownership of the quarry? That's right, look.
There.
Useful, wasn't it? Morotti's blood was found in the needle.
And there was insulin in the syringe.
Insulin injected into a vein will kill within seconds.
It doesn't leave any traces.
It's almost impossible to find the needle mark.
There's a fingerprint on the syringe.
It's not Morotti's and it doesn't belong to anyone in our database.
In theory, if you find out whose print it is, you'll have the killer.
- Soneri! - Yes.
I wanted to ask when I'll be able to claim my husband's body.
The doctor is almost done with his examination, so it'll be soon.
This morning, a representative of an insurance company stopped by to see me.
Did you know about this policy that I was the beneficiary of? Yes.
The newspapers were saying it was suicide, and then they said the investigation wasn't over because there were still questions about how he died.
- You What - I can't say anything at this point.
If it's ruled suicide, I won't be entitled to any compensation.
For a moment, I thought Aurelio wanted to give back what he took from me.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
Mr.
Gregori, please.
I'm sorry, he's just left.
Salvi isn't here either.
I'm Soneri, I'll wait for him in his office, I know where is he anyway.
Tell him to return right away, it's urgent! No, no.
Because Go, go call him! - Did you call him? - Yes.
- He'll be here in just a bit.
- How long? - Five minutes.
- Five minutes is too long.
Tell him to join me at 6:00 pm at the Yacht Club.
- Yes.
- He knows where it is, right? - Yes.
- Tell both of them.
Yacht Club.
Look.
The prints on the ball are the same as those on the syringe from the quarry.
Take a guess who owns a jeep with those specific tires? - Good God, Draghi! - Either Gregori or Salvi.
Excuse me, Nanetti, but you already knew that? Yes.
Soneri! This is how I think it happened.
Salvi and Gregori take a sample of Morotti's blood, they load him into the jeep, take him to the quarry, shoot him up with insulin, weigh him down and throw him in the water! We've got everything, right? All we're missing are those two guys.
Should I call the judge, tell him I need the arrest warrants? Wait.
Why did you want to meet here? I think we were supposed to play a game of cards.
Am I wrong? We can't play with just three people.
Why not? We can just pretend that Morotti is sitting here with us.
Morotti's death was a great loss for us.
I can imagine, just like those of the Mantovanis and Berselli.
He also committed suicide.
I came here to tell you a story which dates back 40 years.
It's a story about three friends, back when they were in college.
You three had a lot in common.
You were young, passionate about sailing, and you loved gambling.
However, the two of you don't play fair.
To maintain your lifestyles, you'd bring in the occasional mark.
One evening, that's what you did to your friend Morotti.
You took him for everything he had.
After he'd spent his entire inheritance and was drowning in debt, you told him the truth, you had cheated.
That's was why you had won.
Morotti got upset, but you somehow convinced him that the only way to get back the money he'd lost was to team up with you.
To find other marks to rip off together.
- We'll spend nice evenings together.
- You bring us easy marks.
Morotti had no choice and at the end he gave in to blackmail.
Who told you these things? It must have been Morotti! Be quiet! For a while, everything worked perfectly.
With the money you made, you two bought your office, and poor Morotti bought himself a boat.
But one evening, something unexpected happened.
During a game, you swindled a business owner, Marzio Berselli, out of the quarry that he owned.
You're cheating! He realised that you were cheating.
He wasn't going to take it, and he threatened to report you.
At that point, you didn't have any choice.
I don't know if it was one of you or Morotti who killed him.
Thanks to the help of Offagna, the coroner, who you owned because of his gambling debts, you managed to make it look like his death had been ruled a suicide.
He shot himself.
At this point, Morotti, unable to handle the guilt, tries to kill himself.
But he survives.
And within a few years, he's lost his entire estate.
His and his wife's.
He was in debt and he turned to you two for a loan.
It didn't take much for the two of you to get him back into the game.
Morotti is perfect.
He still has his boat and gets to be skipper, and with his job, he's able to find lots of wealthy new clients to keep your game going.
So, for almost 30 years, Morotti remained a prisoner of your blackmail.
Until last year.
- Mr Mantovani, good evening.
- Good evening to you! The Mantovanis found themselves in your net.
They also fell victim to the love of gambling that you know so well.
They lose everything, and we all know what happens.
Maybe you were truly sorry that the Mantovanis killed themselves.
But you viewed it as a minor hitch and continued.
One evening, you saw Morotti and I together, and you got scared.
You thought he'd decided to tell me that you're cheaters, murderers, and so you took him out, making it look like suicide.
It's not true! What you're saying is completely absurd.
We did nothing of the kind.
You can't make any accusations against us.
- I'll have my lawyer sue you.
- That won't be necessary.
Because that's not actually what happened, unfortunately.
Morotti really did kill himself.
Even though he did everything he could to convince me otherwise.
Morotti took a syringe and a vial of insulin from your desk, then he took the keys to your ATV.
He went to the quarry, and there he left those unmistakable tracks.
He brought it back without you ever knowing it was gone.
He went back to the quarry, tied the cement blocks around his waist.
He put on latex gloves so he wouldn't leave any evidence, and injected himself with a lethal dose of insulin.
He'd reached the river, and dying, let himself fall into the river.
The staging was perfect.
Too perfect.
So you know that we're innocent! You didn't kill Morotti.
But you killed Berselli.
Plus, you're morally responsible for the Mantovanis suicide.
Not to mention all those people you swindled.
The statute of limitations is up on Berselli.
Moral responsibility isn't a crime.
And the fact that we cheat can't be proven.
The only person who could've talked killed himself, as you said.
You're right.
Morotti was a great player.
He was the liar, the jack of spades.
He covered every possibility, even of me figuring out the truth.
He left you with the freedom to make a choice.
To win cheating or to lose honestly.
What are you going to do? I've been a policeman for 30 years.
This is the first time I've uncovered the truth and walked away defeated.
He didn't say if he was coming or not? No.
I'm sorry.
If it's ruled suicide, I won't be entitled to any compensation.
For a moment, I thought Aurelio wanted to give back what he took from me.
- Sir.
- Sir.
Sir.
Care to tell me where you've been? I've been looking for you all day! Is this what you were waiting for? Nice, Soneri! That's exactly what I was waiting for! The police? There.
Gregori? Salvi? I'm Draghi, police.
I have a warrant for your arrest.
Why don't we get going? - No, this has to be a mistake.
- We'll talk about it at headquarters.
What do you mean at headquarters? You can't do this.
- Gallesi.
- You can't treat me like this! Why are you letting this happen? - I know people who - Let me go! I'll have your job! I said let go of me! I'm ill, extremely ill.
Inspector, you don't have anything on us.
You can't allow this to happen.
Inspector! The investigation which began with the Mantovanis suicides also led us to the death of Aurelio Morotti.
Inspector Draghi will brief you about the outcome of the case.
We discovered that two of the city's well known professionals, the architects Giovanni Salvi and Amedeo Gregori, were gambling addicts, and furthermore, were clearly cheaters.
They drove the Mantovanis to suicide and carried out the murder of Aurelio Morotti.
Did you put the star back together? It'd be better if you kept it.
It's been here for a long time.
If you want to try again someday, I'll be here.
I know.
Bye.