Fog and Crimes (2005) s02e04 Episode Script

FOG AND CRIMES 2 - I'm an old woman, you know - I got it.
No, no, no.
You haven't understood anything.
You must ask him to stop using that drill.
Understand? I will, Madam.
Please go back in.
Listen, I called the electric company.
Do you know why? If her freezer stops working, we're in trouble.
Why are you still drilling the door? What if she sues me for this? Nobody will sue you, Madam.
Go back inside.
You don't tell me what to do.
Got it? - How's it going? - The locksmith is almost done.
We'll be ready in few minutes.
Is it opening? Yes? It looks like a safety lock.
Oh, go to - What a smell! - Give me the flash light.
I'll go.
A DOLL'S HOUSE Mum, it's Angela.
Please call me back.
I'm really worried, your phone is always turned off.
Call me back.
I'm done.
My mum hasn't answered for three days.
If she calls, please don't tell her about us.
I don't want her to worry.
Don't worry.
She's probably out with a friend and left her cellphone at home.
Why did you come to live with me? You weren't ready.
You weren't sure.
I believed in it.
I believed that we shared something I still believe it.
Why do you want to move to Rome, then? So that we can meet on weekends? Halfway, in some hotel? Is that any way to build a life together? No, he's here.
It's Juvara.
I thought it was my mum.
Talk to me.
I know.
Hold on one second.
Angela? What's up? I know that I turned my cell off.
There's a reason.
Where? Can you repeat the address? All right.
I'm on my way.
Inspector Soneri? Good morning, Inspector.
- Inspector, Look - Gallesi, hold on.
I'm coming.
- Inspector.
- Good morning.
Everything OK? - Yes.
Please.
- Good.
Good morning, Inspector.
I'm sorry to disturb you.
You were probably hoping for a quiet Sunday.
Like you.
My mum made beef stew for Rosie and me.
She'll warm it up later.
Where's the corpse? I'd rather not see it, if you don't mind.
I don't feel well.
Go out with your mum and Rosie.
The weather may be nicer later.
Thank you, Inspector.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
There are cuts on her wrists and forearms.
Even if she killed herself, someone must have put her on the bed.
No trace of blood on the linens.
Let's go.
Is she one of the two in the photo? She's been here for two weeks.
I didn't pay attention to all the details.
But be my guest.
The photo's good enough.
What's her name? I don't know.
No documents.
Nothing.
No Social Security number, no cash, no credit cards.
And no money.
Her jewels are all here, though.
No sign of forced entry through the front door.
And no one came through the windows.
Excuse me.
- Take photos of the entire room.
- All right.
You take photos of all the objects.
Let me know once they're ready.
Ah, Soneri.
You want to know why they broke this door down? Who knows? We found only canvases, drawings and paint.
It's hard to tell what's missing.
Finish searching the house and report to me.
How come you're leaving? You don't like the familiar atmosphere? Are we done with the fingerprints, Marino? Not yet.
- Let's hurry up.
- All right.
- So? - I understand being fearful of thieves, but here you can't even get out without the keys.
Look! They even sawed the door handle.
- Draghi? - Yes? Did you check if the keys are here? - What do you mean? - The keys to the front door.
No.
Check.
Go.
Yes, the one on the right is Sara.
Poor girl.
The less beautiful of the two.
She lived alone, right? Did anyone visit her? Her dad.
A man in his 60s.
Well fed.
Anyone else besides her dad? Yes, her fiancé.
Blonde guy.
An Englishman.
But that was well before she got sick.
He stopped coming over when she got sick.
- What was wrong with her? - Who knows.
I assume it was something serious based on her conditions.
She hadn't left the house for about four or five months.
She just stayed home, behind the bars, looking out with wild eyes, waiting for something.
Did you see her dad in the past two weeks? I don't snoop around all the time.
But no, I haven't seen him.
Did he have the keys? Or did he knock? Of course he had the keys.
He was her dad.
That's normal.
Thank you for your help, Madam.
We found only two sets of fingerprints, neither with a police record.
One belonging to the dead woman and one belonging to a man with big hands.
Her father was a big man.
According to her neighbour, he visited her twice a week.
Then he disappeared.
Who knows why.
Close it.
Name? Sara.
Just Sara.
We don't know her last name yet.
Unidentified body.
Sex: Female.
Estimated age: 25 years old.
It's not a suicide, as you may have guessed.
The injuries on her forearms indicate that she tried to defend herself.
She was stabbed 22 times with a large blade.
Her clothes were intact, however.
They were put on her after she died.
First she was cleaned up.
Then she was dressed up.
The mortal blow was to the groin.
Her femoral artery had been severed.
Almost every blow was to the stomach.
She was 4 months pregnant and expecting a boy.
What do you think? One is tall.
The other is so-so.
One is beautiful.
The other is so-so.
One is well-dressed.
The other so-so.
I get it.
Sara is so-so.
The keys were not inside the apartment.
The murderer must have taken them.
The door handle was sawed.
The window bars and the armoured door didn't prevent people from entering, they prevented them from escaping.
"You'll make it!" Who knows what.
Everything all right? The pasta was overcooked.
Really? You should have told me.
I would have brought you something else.
- Can I tell you something? - Please.
When cooking pig's knuckle in the oven, the temperature should not be too high, otherwise the meat becomes too dry.
I don't know how this could have happened.
Come on, he's just joking.
- You're kidding? - Of course he is.
Everything was fine.
- Thanks.
- Thank you.
Bye, Alceste.
- Bye.
- Here you go.
Your cell is always on since she left you.
You bastard.
- Angela? - Yes, it's me.
I see you tried to reach me.
Sorry.
My mother had a heart attack.
She's been in the hospital.
That's why she didn't answer.
I'm flying out tomorrow to see her.
I'll bring you to the airport.
No, don't worry.
What time is your flight? Tomorrow at 10:00 I am leaving from Bologna.
I'll pick you up at 8:00 am.
Thank you.
- Gate 6.
Have a nice trip.
- Thank you.
Flight AZ 560 to Moscow Sheremetyevo, boarding immediately at gate 5.
My flight.
Have a nice trip.
I'll call you when I land.
Oh, Soneri.
My report from the house search.
We could not establish her identity.
You didn't find any documents? Not even a postcard? Nothing.
The bills are addressed to a guy who died in 1992.
- Nobody ever transferred them.
- OK.
I tried to ask the neighbours, but nobody has seen anything.
OK.
Hey.
- Good morning, Inspector.
- What's up? Any news? The apartment where Sara lived belongs to a woman.
Her name is Marta Diegoli.
50 years old.
No police record.
I went to see her.
She rented the apartment to a man.
But she has never seen him.
How come she doesn't know him? Forget the coffee, please.
We'll drink it later.
Sorry.
They only spoke over the phone.
He paid rent, in cash, for two years in advance.
Left an envelope full of money at the reception.
How come we don't know his name? He lived there.
And we can't find his name? No.
I'm sorry, Inspector.
What do you have there? They were found with the other drawings.
Have a look.
Do they tell you anything? What is this stuff? Is this a riddle? Well, no.
It's a delicate matter.
I had I had an affair.
Does it have to do with the investigation? In a way, yes.
- Hello? - Good morning.
How can I help you? Good morning.
I'm Inspector Soneri.
I'm looking for information about these two girls.
- Do you know her? - Yes, she used to work here.
Her name is Rotegli.
Sara Rotegli.
She worked as a waitress.
She left a year, a year and a half ago.
Do you know the girl beside her? No, I don't know her.
Is there anyone in the hotel I can speak to who knew Sara Rotegli? Yes, she became friends with one girl.
I can call her if you'd like.
I'll find her.
What's her name? Luisa.
She's on the first floor.
- See you on Tuesday.
- All right.
Good morning.
- Luisa? - Yes.
Do you remember Sara Rotegli? Why? When did you last see her? When she left here.
When was that before the summer of last year.
Are you a policeman? Yes.
What happened to her? She's been murdered.
She was harmless.
Excuse me, but I must finish up.
It's easy to get fired here.
What do you know about her? She lived with her father.
Her mother left when she was a child.
She never saw her again.
Do you know where she was living? In a bad place, according to her.
She kept saying that she hated living there.
That she wanted to leave.
She hated this job, too.
She was not born to be a slave, she said.
Someone lost an earring.
They'll come back for it.
She wanted to live the good life.
Nice clothes.
Nice place to live.
Did she suffer before she died? I think so.
Luisa? Did you find my earrings, by any chance? These, maybe? Good morning.
Good morning to you.
Did you write that? She kept it.
Why did you write, "You'll make it"? I meant my job.
Sara wanted to be an escort.
Many women fantasise about it.
They think it's like being a geisha.
They ignore that it is not exactly the same.
You provided the clients, I guess.
Of course.
But she was not fit for the job.
She lacked the physique, the class, everything.
She was sick of cleaning bathrooms all day.
When did you last see her? A year and a half ago.
She disappeared suddenly.
I was a little scared, I must admit.
The world is full of weird people, if you know what I mean.
I tried to call her, but her line was disconnected.
I didn't have her address; I didn't know where to find her.
You could have called the police.
The police don't care about a missing prostitute.
Anything else? No.
I'll keep this, if you don't mind.
If you remember anything else, you know where to find me.
You know where to find me, too.
She's not answering.
What's up? I found Sara's dad, Inspector.
His name is Carlo Rotegli.
He was born in Pomposa.
On May 8, 19 I got it.
Give me the address.
It's near Comacchio, a small street by the lagoon.
No street number, though.
I'll print you a map.
No, it doesn't matter.
Give me the street name.
No street name either.
It will only take me a second.
Oh, Commissioner Capuozzo called.
He asked you to go to his place and report.
He's not feeling well, I guess.
Juvara? Where did you find this map? Are you sure I'm in the right place? May I? Eleonora is playing for all our friends at home.
I'm moving over here, Professor.
- Okay.
- Let's read these two words.
Two verbs; first person plural, simple present.
- Eleonora? - Okay, go! We'll take Mr Rotegli? Mr Rotegli? What do you want? You already brought the food.
Leave me alone.
I'm Inspector Soneri.
I want to ask you about your daughter.
My daughter? What do you want to know about her? When did you last see her? The last time I saw her? We always see each other.
She comes to see me often.
Often? Yes, of course.
Sara is a good daughter.
She takes care of her father.
Do you go to see her, too? Of course.
I also go see her.
When was the last time you saw her? When? Yesterday.
Or two days ago.
Or last month.
It's easy to lose track of time here.
Damn it! Where's the bottle? Did you hide it? - Give it back to me.
- Calm down.
- Where's the bottle? - Sit down.
I'll get it.
The bottle, give it to me.
Why are you looking for Sara? Has she done something wrong? She's a good girl and a good daughter.
She keeps the house in order; she cooks, she cleans, she irons.
I must tell you something.
Your daughter is dead.
She's been murdered.
When did she die? Two weeks ago.
You said you're a policeman.
How long? A long time.
And yet, you don't understand when someone died exactly.
My daughter died two years ago; she hasn't been here for two years.
She hasn't come to see if her father is dead or alive.
She left me all alone.
Just like her mother, the whore.
Who cares if she's dead? Who cares? Get out.
Leave me alone.
Go away! Leave me alone.
Draghi? It's me.
Call Brofferio.
Yes, her neighbour Get an Identikit of the man who went to see Sara.
Yes, I'll call you back.
Bye.
Who is it? - Bad time? - Angela.
Hi.
I tried to call you many times, but you didn't answer.
Yes, I saw the eight missed calls.
I have to turn off my cell inside the hospital or they'll kick me out.
How's your mother? - She's here next to me.
- Angela? Angela? She wants to talk to you.
Hi, please tell Angela that I'm fine.
I want to leave this place.
I don't want to stay here.
All right.
I'll tell her right away.
- Bye.
- Mum! Did you hear that? She may have only suffered an arrhythmia attack.
The doctors are still doing tests.
You'll be back soon, then? I don't know.
I have to see.
I kind of miss you a little.
Turn the phone off.
Sorry, I have to turn off my phone.
Bye.
See you later.
OK, Madam.
As for the hair, you said this man always wore a hat.
- Yes.
- We agree on the face and ear shape.
Yes.
Let's move on to the eyebrows.
- OK.
- What did they look like? What did they look like? Who knows? This thick? Or that thick? This thick.
No, that thick.
Well, they were not like this.
They were not like this.
Let's try to make an effort, Madam.
An effort? You've kept me here for two hours for a completely useless matter.
And I had a lot of things to do this morning.
You haven't even offered me a glass of water, you nice, dear, friendly people! Here I am, Madam.
What's up? Listen, Soneri, we have three Identikits.
Only the hat is the same.
This is useless.
Listen.
I am not an idiot, you know.
It's your thing that doesn't work.
The ears, the eyes.
When you look at something, you get a global impression, you don't look at all the details.
All right.
Let's try again.
Would you like a coffee? A sandwich? No, no, no.
I don't want anything, no cappuccino, no coffee.
I have to go home.
I have to cook for my granddaughter! Calm down.
We'll take you home.
- Do you live with your granddaughter? - Yes.
But she comes and goes.
Who knows when and who knows where.
She never stops.
Would you do me a favour? Can you tell her that we want to talk to her? - Yes.
- Will you remember? Look, I never forget anything.
Got it? We won't disturb you any longer.
- Thank God.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- Let's go home now, Madam.
- Hello, Inspector.
- Hi, Juvara.
Did you find Sara's dad? He's blind, drunk and he can barely walk.
He's not the one Brofferio saw.
The man Brofferio saw is either this one, or this one, or this other one.
Or none of the three.
We should still give a copy to our patrols.
It could be one of the three.
By the way, Commissioner Capuozzo called again.
We've followed every lead, but have no results for now.
Even identifying the victim proved to be quite difficult.
At first, we tried to Commissioner Capuozzo, you seem distracted.
You don't seem to be paying attention to me.
Look, Look.
Look at Commissioner Capuozzo as a young man.
And look at him now.
I look like a different person; I've aged so much.
Well, you can still see that it's you.
A little younger.
I'm not a young guy any more, either.
The fact is that I'm crumbling inside.
The doctor says I need to be examined and checked.
Sliced and diced.
Why are you at home waiting for the results and not at the office? What is the point in reminiscing about the good old days? What can I do at the office? And you're about to move to Rome.
I have bigger problems than thinking about Rome right now.
I'm not coming back to the office anyway.
I don't want people to look at me as if you know what I mean.
I'd prefer to avoid that.
That's not your situation, though.
I can't even be my normal vain self.
Being vain was my greatest sin, you know.
All right.
Go, go.
Your time is still precious.
Lucky you.
We can find out right now if this is the murder weapon.
Let's see.
Here we go, maybe.
Blood.
Doctor Nanetti? Please have a look at this.
Yes.
Look, traces of blood even here.
The Luminol detected it.
- Hi.
- Hi, Soneri.
- What's up? - Look at this.
- She was murdered with this.
- Where was it? In the kitchen where it belongs.
Perfectly clean.
Come.
I'll show you.
The traces of blood were not detected before because everything had been meticulously cleaned.
The killer used this to clean.
Excuse me.
The first traces were not found here.
Come.
Look.
It will be easy to track them.
She was hit once here.
She fell here.
He hit her again.
Then she tried to escape.
Look there.
The killer was not searching for anything when he broke down the door.
He was looking for her.
Here, he hit her again.
He watched her bleed to death.
He took her into the bathroom and cleaned her up.
We found traces of blood in the bathtub.
He dressed her up.
And he put her on the bed.
Why didn't he hide the body? Why did he clean the blood and leave the corpse? He probably wanted to destroy all signs of violence as a way to erase the crime he had committed.
You've reached Angela Cornelio's answering machine.
Please leave a message at the beep.
Thank you.
Are you Inspector Soneri? Yes, why? My aunt told me you wanted to speak with me.
My name is Miriam.
Nice to meet you.
Where can we talk? Wherever you prefer.
The police station or your aunt's place.
I'm sorry, but I really needed to get to the supermarket today.
No, don't worry.
- That place is weird, isn't? - What? - Sara's place, I mean.
- Have you been there? Yes.
It looks like a doll house.
A doll house? Why? I don't know.
I went there five or six months ago, I think.
Before they installed iron bars on the window.
There were no bars before? No.
That was when Sara disappeared.
Your aunt told me that a man came to visit her from time to time.
Maybe her father.
Oh, my God.
If he resembled her father, he wasn't the one I saw.
Who did you see? A young guy.
Tall.
My aunt used to call him the Englishman.
He wasn't English though, was he? Of course he wasn't.
He looked nice, though.
The kind of guy that girls usually like.
Tall, blonde.
With typically English blue eyes.
According to my aunt, at least.
Do you remember his name? I think it was Marcello.
Marcello what? What was his last name? Actually, they had broken up.
She had left him.
I saw him one day while I was leaving my aunt's place.
He was knocking at Sara's door, ringing and calling for her.
But she didn't show.
So, he asked me if I knew her and if I could talk to her.
What did he want you to tell her? That he wanted to see her or talk to her.
When I told her, she didn't tell me to mind my own business.
She invited me in and offered me tea.
She was all dressed up.
We were like two old ladies.
Did Marcello and Sara ever meet again? I don't know.
I haven't seen him since.
Thank you.
But it wasn't necessary.
I'm used to it.
I'm kind of old-fashioned, so No.
You don't look that old.
Oh, Inspector, I just remembered that Marcello gave me his phone number.
In case I had managed to talk to Sara.
Here you go.
Thanks.
- Here you go.
- Thanks.
Can I keep it as a souvenir? Will you be able to track him down from his number? Yes, everything seems possible today.
Goodbye.
- Look at this.
- It's not the same blood! - What's up, Doctor? - It's different.
So, Juvara? His name is Marcello Giovinazzi, Inspector.
- I confirm that the street number is 41.
- All right.
Excuse me, do you know where Giovinazzi lives? Third floor.
Are you looking for Giovinazzi? Do you know where I can find him? I haven't seen him in months and there's a leak in his bathroom.
Our wall is mouldy Did you know that? Tell him to repair it or I'll break his door down.
INTERNATIONAL DELIVERIES I haven't seen him in six months.
His cell phone is never on.
He disappeared suddenly.
So I fired him.
I see.
Are there any relatives or friends who may be able to help us? No, I don't think so.
Actually, hold on a second.
Giuliana? Can you bring me Giovinazzi's stuff? Yes, right away.
His personal belongings might be useful.
Thank you.
Can you tell me what he was like? I figured he took off with some girl.
Our Giuliana also had a crush on him.
Do you understand women? I don't.
He was a good person.
Reliable, honest, with a good head on his shoulders.
You can't find men like that anymore.
What did I tell you? He left his driver's licence.
How can he live without that? I'll hold on to it.
Thank you.
Bye.
Juvara.
Check to see if Giovinazzi used his credit or cash card in the past six months.
Get his passport number.
And his licence plate number, if he had one.
Then inform the patrols, as usual.
Tell Nanetti that I'm on my way.
Yes.
The blood is not only Sara's.
There is someone else's blood too, older traces.
The detergents altered it a bit, but I'm positive it's not Sara's.
What happened in that house that night? I found Giovinazzi's car, Inspector.
The traffic police towed it away.
It was parked close to the Rotegli house.
They towed it five months ago because of repairs.
Do you want the exact date? No, that's OK.
I'll go home if you don't need me anymore.
Go get some rest.
Why don't you go home, too? It's late.
What? Yes, yes, I'm going.
Do me a favour before you leave? Send a copy of this photo to all the morgues.
- All right.
Good night.
- Thanks.
Bye.
- How's your mother? - She's fine.
They discharged her.
- Already? - Yes.
When are you coming back? I'm going to stay here for a couple of days.
I see.
Call me when you can.
- Yes, of course.
- I'm here.
- All right.
Call me.
Bye.
- Bye.
You miss her, don't you? I know, I know.
It's clear.
You miss talking to her.
You miss touching her wet towel in the bathroom, sleeping next to her, eating with her.
You may also miss touching all the little things she leaves here and there.
What the hell are you saying, Nanetti? No, no.
All those things just make me sick! I was fed up! Believe me.
I think I'm the only person who left his wife because he was bored.
I was bored.
I didn't have another woman.
Let's make that clear.
I think you need a woman.
- Me? - Yes.
Find one.
Are you kidding? I'm fine.
I'm just fine.
Thank you.
I'm just fine.
What are you doing here, Inspector? I couldn't sleep.
- Come on.
Let's go.
- Where? - A place I know.
- By motorcycle? It takes only five minutes by motorcycle.
- Do you have a helmet? - Yes.
I won't be fined as long as you're with me.
Not too fast! This is the place.
Why can't you sleep? I wonder how a woman could give up her freedom and decide to become a prisoner.
She could have escaped or called for help.
Don't tell me.
That's all I do.
- I'm fed up, actually.
- She was pregnant, too.
Sorry.
I shouldn't have told you, maybe.
Your job is tough.
Are you sure you don't want a lift to your car? No, I'll walk.
That's where I work.
The beer isn't bad.
Will I see you again, Inspector? Go.
He's the one we found in the Val Torta dump.
Remember? I think it's him.
What do you think? - Well - You've seen so many, Nanetti.
- Do I have to like them? - Considering he's been food for mice and seagulls for a week, he's not going to look great.
- Is this the report? - Yes.
And this is the X-ray.
Fractures to the superciliary ridge, both cheekbones, jaw, four ribs and two vertebrae.
It looks like he was hit by a truck.
Twice! No, it may have been an iron bar, or just kicks and punches.
However, he was still alive, here.
Look.
Death occurred here.
Look.
He may have hit something hard, maybe a corner.
Occipital bone fractured with brain leakage.
They also found this on his body.
Traces of epoxy resin.
- Old rose.
Nice colour.
- I'll be sure to use it for my kitchen.
Giovinazzi, right? Yes, Giovinazzi.
Rotegli's fiancé.
Look.
I put them next to each other, and not on purpose.
Funny, no? If you also think they were killed in the same place, that's even funnier.
What was she doing? What did she do all day? I don't know.
Maybe she read magazines, painted or watched TV.
She was waiting for her daddy.
He was Lord of the Castle.
Soneri, look! - Old rose.
- Of course.
Right.
He was Lord of the Castle.
He had the keys.
He could come and go as he pleased.
She waited for him, tried on all her dresses, her accessories, her shoes.
He was the master.
She played the princess in the castle, waiting for her master.
Sometimes, she would also wear sunglasses.
In order to break the monotony of her days, besides disguises, she would wear jewels, lingerie, bras, slips All expensive stuff.
Sold by the weight, it would cost as much as truffles.
Yes.
Very expensive.
Who taught you how to do a house search? Why? There were drawers full of lingerie at Rotegli's house.
Didn't you notice them? Yes, I did.
I wrote it in my report.
There was this receipt, too.
Was I supposed to search through her underwear? I would have been called a pervert; I have a reputation to protect.
Excuse me.
I'm not sure I understand what you want.
Can you describe the person who bought these things? This receipt was issued a long time ago.
How can I possibly remember? Maybe he used a cash card or a credit card? Do you see what's written here? Cash.
Yes, but it's a big purchase; more than 700 euros.
700 euros is not a large purchase.
Not for a woman who doesn't wear ordinary stuff.
That's exactly the point.
This stuff wasn't bought by a woman; it was bought by a man.
A big man, just like me.
We see many men, too.
Big, small, average.
I don't normally pay attention to their size unless the lingerie is for them.
I don't think you understand.
OK, thank you.
Can I have this back? Thank you, madam.
Miss.
Soneri.
The owner of the shop couldn't tell me anything.
I tried everything to jog her memory, but nothing.
I was about to give up when When you realised there's a bank nearby.
- How did you know? - These are the security camera tapes.
Well done, Draghi.
Well done, Draghi.
It's ten minutes before the time printed on the receipt.
It's ten minutes before but we can't see anything.
Fast forward.
Here.
He's getting out.
There you go.
Yes, but we can't identify him.
We can't even read the licence plate.
Maybe we can.
One second.
I'll try to zoom in here.
3, S, Y.
There won't be hundreds of yellow trucks with similar plates.
- Hello? - Good morning.
It's Soneri.
How are you? Fine, thank you very much.
My heart is OK now.
That's good.
I'm happy for you.
Thank you.
I'm looking for Angela.
Is she still there? She left few hours ago.
I took her to the airport.
She's on the plane.
She'll be there soon.
You'll see.
Good.
I'm sorry to have disturbed you.
- Thank you.
- Bye.
Thank you.
Angela! Where are you? Still here.
I'm making sure my mum's OK.
I'll be back tomorrow evening.
How are you? - Fine.
Fine.
- See you tomorrow, then.
All right.
I'll be waiting for you.
Bye.
Hi.
- Do you want to eat? - No, I'm not hungry today.
Another bad day? Miriam, the tortillas are ready.
If you can wait, I'll be done in half an hour.
Can you imagine? My friend said she was leaving for two weeks and it's been three months now.
There are two kinds of people in the world, travellers and tourists.
Tourists can't wait to come back.
Travellers leave hoping they'll never come back.
That's your longest sentence ever! We haven't known each other very long.
That's true.
We could become two strangers who are also very intimate.
I have to go upstairs to water the plants.
Would you like to come? No, I don't think it's a good idea.
Why did you come looking for me? I don't know really.
You have a girlfriend, don't you? Yes.
And I don't want any trouble.
Too bad.
I'm sorry.
It's my fault.
I shouldn't have come here.
No, it doesn't matter.
I'm glad you came.
I'm glad, too.
The truck belongs to Mario Bindi.
He's an eel breeder in Comacchio.
OK.
Thank you.
This one.
Good morning.
Does Mario Bindi live here? Why? What do you want? Are you a relative? I'm his daughter.
Who are you? Inspector Soneri.
Good morning, Madam.
Where's your father? What did he do this time? He's eel fishing.
You'll need a boat.
Can you navigate one? Of course.
- What do they want? - They're policemen.
Yes, I heard.
Good morning.
Are you Bindi? Yes, I am.
What do you want? I'm Inspector Soneri.
You'll have to come with us.
One moment.
I have to take my boots off.
What did he say, Inspector? He has to take his boots off.
I'd like to know why eels come all the way from the Sargasso Sea to die in Comacchio.
Watch out! - Does it hurt? - Nothing serious, Inspector.
- Get him, don't let him go.
- Stay here.
Well, I guess I should thank you.
It was my duty, Inspector.
Get well soon.
I need you.
Does it hurt? A bit.
Mr Mario Bindi.
You are being charged with assault, street fighting, personal injury, assault again, and so on.
I see that you already have a police record.
This time you went a bit too far, though.
What do you want to know? First of all, whether you killed Giovinazzi and Rotegli.
Yes, I killed them, with my bare hands.
Where do I sign? Let's make this quick.
Calm down, Bindi.
We need to know motive and details.
Things the police are always interested in.
Let's start with Giovinazzi.
Why did you kill him? Because when I came in they had just finished having sex.
So I killed him in front of her.
To teach her what it's like to be a whore.
And what did you do after that? Nothing.
I cleaned everything, all the blood.
I didn't want to leave any trace.
Then when it got dark, I put him in the truck and then in the trash where he belonged.
You did that all by yourself? All by myself? Of course.
I didn't need anyone else.
Let's talk about Rotegli.
I killed her with my bare hands.
So, what? What do you want? Why? Why did you kill her? Because because, well what do you care? Because she drove me mad.
She drove me mad.
So you stabbed her 22 times? 22 times? I stabbed her 22 times? That's impressive.
Will you repeat this in front of the judge? One second, please.
Why did you clean the knife and put it back? Why did you tidy up and clean the blood? Why did you dress her up? Why did you put her on the bed, then? You spoiled her, you gave her the good life, you bought her nice clothes, presents.
As if she were a real lady.
Why her? She wasn't your first prostitute.
Can you explain it? Why her? She was different.
She didn't do it for the money.
She needed affection.
She needed to be held.
She needed a place to stay and a chance to start over.
I gave her that chance.
I gave her a new chance.
Who knows if maybe for a moment, during all that time if she ever loved me.
I think so.
I think she loved you a bit.
She wanted to play the good wife, all dressed up and waiting for her husband.
She wanted to play that role.
She could do it, right? Until you killed Giovinazzi.
What does he have to do with it? I killed him for a good reason! I killed him for a good reason! I did the right thing.
I'm glad he's dead.
Because she she was mine.
He shouldn't have touched her.
I was afraid she would escape, so I locked her inside.
But she became very sad, very sad.
She wasn't herself anymore, you see? So, I killed her.
I killed her.
I killed her myself.
You could have put her in a ditch, like you did with Giovinazzi.
Or dug a hole and hidden her.
Why didn't you do that? She was happy there.
She didn't want to be put in the ground.
She wanted to stay there.
So, I killed her.
I killed her myself.
That's true.
I did the right thing.
FERRARA PRISON Bring him out.
Let's go.
You didn't kill her.
What? It wasn't you.
I killed her.
It was me.
With my bare hands! I killed her.
It was me.
With my bare hands! Shut up! Don't move.
I missed you.
Hey.
If it was up to her, she'd climb a mountain.
She thinks she's indestructible.
She's fine, though.
I talked to the doctors and they say it was just an incident.
Nothing serious, but it's normal to be scared.
How was the trip home? Fine, everything went fine.
My mum took me to the airport.
I was not expecting you last night.
Did it upset you? You had decided to leave, hadn't you? I thought about everything we've been through.
I reacted that way because I was angry, or wanted revenge.
I don't know.
We could give it another chance.
If you want.
I think that we need to talk.
I have to get ready or I'll be late for work.
My husband? What can I tell you about him? He is what he seems.
A beast.
Did you know that he had another woman? In two years with her, he spent a lifetime worth of money.
How could you stand all that? There was no discussing with him.
You either agreed or you got a good beating.
Are you planning to leave, Madam? My daughter is leaving tomorrow with her fiancé.
Good morning.
I see you're about to leave.
Sharm el-Sheikh.
Nice trip.
It's hot and sunny there.
I'm tired of mud, fog and smelly water.
I've been thinking about it for a long time.
Is it a last minute ticket? I see you bought it today.
I couldn't leave earlier.
My mum would have been in danger.
We were his property.
He decided everything.
- All we could do was obey.
- Look.
Look.
He did this to me.
I couldn't work anymore.
We met in secret for the past two years because he didn't like me.
If it was up to me, I would have taught him a lesson.
But then he would have taken it out on Paola.
- What can I get you? - A coffee please, Madam.
Yes.
Excuse me.
You're the policeman who arrested Bindi, aren't you? - Yes.
That was me.
- He's the one who caught Bindi, Wilma.
You did the right thing.
I'm sorry for the people he killed.
At least, he'll spend his life in jail and stop bothering us.
You're right.
He's a very bossy person.
We'd never seen anyone like him.
He's always ready to lay a hand on everyone.
It was worse at home.
He beat his daughter last year and she had to be hospitalised.
I don't know for how long.
Poor girl.
- Are you Russian? - No, I'm Polish.
- But you speak Russian? - Yes.
What's written here? "I sent you the photos.
There's no one like you.
" "There's no one like you"? - Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- Mail for you, Inspector.
- Thank you.
It was delivered this afternoon.
Hi.
What's up? You opened my mail.
Who is Sacha Ivanovic? You had no right.
Who is Sacha Ivanovic? You don't want to know who he is.
You only want to know if I slept with him.
The answer is yes.
Ten years ago.
You lied to me.
Why didn't you tell me you went to Moscow on your way back to Italy? I didn't think you'd understand.
What wouldn't I have understood? There is a strong bond between Sacha and me.
Not the kind of bond you're thinking.
What kind Listen, Soneri.
Don't play the policeman with me.
Come on, Angela! Please! It's funny, because you have him to thank for me coming back.
Talking to him helped.
He made me see reason.
He knows that when I get nervous I say and do things I don't mean.
He can read my heart.
- He can read your heart? - Yes.
Go back to Moscow, then! Marry him! It probably would have been better.
Hey.
How's it going? Quiet night? There's no one here.
It's always like this during the week.
- This is yours.
- It's a present.
Keep it.
No.
It's too big for my purse.
They are hiring a singer in a piano bar near Rimini.
I'm going to audition.
How's it going with your woman? It's going.
Go inside.
If you catch a cold, you can forget about the audition tomorrow.
How come Bindi didn't kill Rotegli? He confessed both crimes.
Isn't that enough? Yes, but the two crimes are too different.
Giovinazzi was beaten to death with bare hands.
Rotegli was stabbed in the stomach; we're not exactly sure why.
Maybe Bindi thought she was pregnant with the other guy's child.
Bindi might be rough, but he can count.
Giovinazzi died two months before she got pregnant.
If he didn't do it, then who did? I have an idea.
Best wishes for a speedy recovery.
I hope my doctor will be as good as you at finding clues and killers.
That's the first time you've paid me a compliment.
Bad sign.
Yes, goodness, kindness and compliments are all bad signs.
I'll arrest anyone who comes to visit me.
- Bye.
- Bye.
The documents from the Comacchio hospital have just arrived.
Thank you.
- Go inside.
It's cold.
- Thank you.
Come on.
It's late.
Are you Paola Bindi? - Yes.
Why? - Come with us, please.
- What happened? Is there a problem? - No, a mere formality.
- Our flight leaves in minutes.
- Please wait there, thank you.
Please, come this way.
- Sit down.
- My plane is leaving soon.
I know.
Sara Rotegli.
Your father's lover.
Did you know her? Sit down.
- Have you ever been to her place? - No.
Why? These are the records from Comacchio hospital where you were hospitalised three years ago.
It says that you lost your baby.
That you aborted because you fell down the stairs.
Sadly, it also says you can't have other children.
The real reason is that your father beat you hard.
Why didn't you report him? For what? If he had gone to prison, it would have been worse when he got out.
It also says that you suffered detachment of the left retina.
These are yours.
Only the right lens is clean, of course, that's the side that your good eye is on.
The left one is dirty.
They were found in Sara's house.
So, what? My father must have put them there.
I think you forgot them when you went there to kill Sara.
You can remain silent.
But I think that if we look in your apartment, on your shoes, on your clothes that we'll find traces of blood.
Even if you threw everything away, we'll find some trace of your hair in Sara's house.
Traces of your skin, of something belonging to you.
Did you know she was pregnant? You knew.
You didn't want to kill Sara.
You wanted to kill the baby.
Your father caused the loss of your child, so you wanted to punish him.
How did you know she was pregnant? All right.
Let's go.
I'm taking you to jail.
He had forgotten it in his pocket.
A leaflet of the same medicine I used when I was pregnant.
So you followed him, then you discovered Sara's address.
You stole his keys without him noticing.
You went to Sara's place and you killed her.
What did you do next? I put the keys back.
My father didn't notice anything.
Then I followed him to Sara's house again.
When he walked in, I could hear him weeping and crying.
It was the best day of my life.
I'm ready.
Do you have to handcuff me? I don't regret it.
My father is an animal who exists just to make the people around him unhappy.
You are no different.
At least he tried to keep you away from the situation.
Paola? Can you tell me what's happening? - Don't worry.
Normal procedure.
- Paola! Paola! Don't worry.
Good morning.
Excuse me? I have decided to change my lifestyle, no smoking, no fatty food.
And I have to go on a diet because because I have to win over a woman who is a hardcase.
Any advice? She has more stamina than you.
And she wouldn't go through your things.
She could go through my things and not find anything that would upset her.
The traffic police are right over there.
They'll fine you.
I'll pay.
Come on, get in the car.
I wouldn't dream of it! Then you want the police to fine me.
What are you doing? We'll both go to jail! I'll request a double cell.