Zen (2011–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Vendetta - full transcript

Stop!

- Help! Help!
- Is he still alive?

Oh, yes.

Cut the engine
and get out of the car, please.

Good morning, Judge Bertolini.

- How are you?
- What do you want?

Oh, you don't remember me.

But then you must send a lot of
innocent people to prison,

and I suppose after a while
we all just blur into one.

Tito Spadola.

S-P-A-D-O-L-A.



22nd of January, 1994.

Milan Central Court.

Life imprisonment for murder.

Anything? Vaguely?

- I remember.
- Oh, good.

Because it's important you know
why I'm going to kill you.

- No, please, please...
- I told you to your face

I didn't kill that kid,
but you didn't believe me.

I told you the cops fixed the evidence,
but you just looked at your watch.

I told you the witnesses were lying
on the stand, you just smiled.

You stole my whole life
and thought it was funny.

- Well, now I'm taking yours in return.
- For God's sake, I beg you.

But please, don't feel persecuted.

I'll be seeing Arcuti tomorrow
and Zen the day after.



Say hello from Tito Spadola.

Papa!

Ah, come on, Aurelio.
You know it's always on the house.

See you tomorrow.

- Miss Moretti.
- Hi, Detective.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Tania.

- Aurelio.
- Hello, Giorgio.

- How was your weekend?
- Great, thanks.

- How was yours?
- Hey, boys, boys.

Listen, Moscati's new secretary,

- Tania Moretti.
- Yeah, what about her?

All the boys in the murder squad
are putting in ?20 each,

and the first one to bed her
gets the lot.

If you fancy your chances,
I'm holding the pot.

Alternatively, I'll give you odds
on anyone in the building.

- Isn't she married?
- That's what I heard, yeah.

Boys, 80% of extramarital affairs
start in the workplace.

Only fair to warn you
that Vincenzo Fabri's in.

And as you know, his record
with the girls here is second to none.

Despite being married.

I heard a rumour
she's sleeping with him already.

Fabri?

Really?

I'll bet you Romizi knows as well
and that's why he's taking bets.

Aurelio!

Now, you can get your arse off that desk
and I don't care who your uncle is.

I need a car.

- What's up?
- Phone call from the Ministry.

- He's not happy.
- Thanks.

We've been summoned
by the Ministry.

Your pre-trial review
of the Faso investigation,

the Minister wants
to hear it for himself.

- What?
- You'd better be finished.

- More or less.
- "More or less"? Dear God.

I hope you found the police work down
in Abruzzo was perfect in every respect.

- Um...
- What does that mean, "um"?

Look, they got the guy
and, um, he confessed.

But between you and me,
it was a bit, um...

- slothful.
- Slothful?

Negligent. Lax.

Naturally, there's no mention
of any of this in your review.

Well, like I said, you know,
they got the guy.

Well, I don't like this.
There's something going on.

They're just dying for a reason
to cut our budget this year.

Don't give them one.

Now, you're watching a tape
of billionaire construction magnate

Oscar Faso, in the living room
of his mountain retreat in Abruzzo.

Seems Faso was in the habit
of secretly recording

all his assignations with women.

In this case,
two prostitutes from Naples.

Now, the video clearly shows
the killing of Faso and the girls

but not who killed them.

Now, this next shot is
from the security cameras

which cover the outside of the property.

This is Renato Favelloni,

the only other guest that evening.

And the man who later
confessed to the killings,

leaving the building
some 60 seconds later.

Now, miraculously, despite the fact that
he was covered in blood,

only half-dressed
and out of his mind on drugs,

Favelloni managed to get clean away,
triggering as he went

the exterior security system
which was primed at the time.

Now, Favelloni was Faso's
business partner,

but subsequent investigations revealed
that they had argued about money

just prior to the murder.

His wife then testified to the police

that he had in fact talked
of killing Faso.

After a lengthy interrogation,
he finally confessed

and is now awaiting trial next month.

Any questions?

So, in fact,
all the evidence is circumstantial?

There is no actual proof
that Favelloni is the killer?

Well, yes, but Faso had

a state-of-the-art
video security system.

Nobody left the property

before Favelloni exited
directly after the murders.

In fact, there are no other
possible suspects.

But I remember reading
about some Russian.

A Ukrainian estate worker,
Avel Vasko.

But at the time of the killings,
he was in a bar

with the local policeman.

We call that an alibi.

Yet we understand there were
some anomalies in the case.

- Anomalies?
- Yes, inconsistencies.

- Exceptional circumstances.
- Yes.

The killings were carried out
with one of Faso's own hunting rifles,

which, despite repeated searches
of the house and grounds,

has not been found.

Secondly, a set of fingerprints
have been identified

on the key to the gun cupboard.

And these fingerprints have not
been identified or accounted for.

So, in your professional opinion,
Detective,

has this investigation been
thoroughly and competently carried out?

Thoroughly and competently, uh,
carried out?

Um...

Obviously it wasn't...
It wasn't my case.

I wasn't on the original case but...

Viewing it from a distance,
from a considerable distance...

I think it's important, sir,
to remember that Mr Favelloni

has confessed to these murders.

Thank you, Detective.

I see your reputation for
scrupulous integrity is well-deserved.

Thank you.

What did he mean my reputation
for scrupulous integrity?

I know, a vicious smear.

They've obviously done
their homework on you, though.

Question is why?

- Dear God, I need a cigarette.
- You've given up.

I'll have one for you.

Can I scrounge one of those off you?
Left mine inside.

- Sure.
- Thanks.

- That'll do, thank you.
- Let me...

Did you hear I'm sleeping
with Vincenzo Fabri?

Uh, yeah, I did hear
something about that.

Well, I'm not.

- No?
- Of course not! He's horrible.

Yes. Yes, he is horrible.

Detective.

I want to ask you a favour.

Yeah, of course.

- But you don't know what it is yet.
- Doesn't matter.

I want you to call my flat tonight.

My husband will answer the phone.

When he does I want you to tell him

I have to come back to work
for some reason.

Will you do that for me?

Yeah, all right.

It has to be someone from work and I...

I don't know who else I could trust.

No, that's fine.

- I have a difficult situation at home.
- I understand.

- Thank you, Detective.
- Aurelio.

My name's Aurelio.

I know.

Early this morning,
a high court judge was brutally murdered

on his way to Milan Central Court.

Judge Corrado Bertolini
was shot six times.

Police have stated there is no apparent
motive for the killing.

In Milan today,
a big demonstration against...

What's that about?

Some judge up north.
Bertolini? Something like that.

Six blasts at short range.

- They had to identify him by his watch.
- Never heard of him.

He was a nobody
on the verge of retirement.

No public profile.
They can't figure out a motive.

Well, it's not our problem.

What did the Minister want?

- Where'd you hear about that?
- In the toilet.

Well, if you hear anything else,
do let me know.

This is insane.
We can't possibly trust this man Zen.

Of course not,
but in so many ways he's perfect.

Naturally, if it all goes wrong,
he's quite disposable.

It's time to be strong and decisive.

This whole thing is risky,
despicable and wrong.

I want nothing to do with it.

I understand completely.

Hi.

How are you today?

Neither Luca
nor Tania can take your call right now.

Please leave a message after the tone.

My name is Zen, rank of detective,
phoning from the police headquarters.

This is a message for Tania Moretti.

All support staff are requested
to return to the office

as soon as possible
to work on the Bertolini murder.

It is 8:25 p.m.
and my extension is 9532.

Thank you very much for your time.
Goodbye.

Tania.

Detective! What are you doing here?

Sorry, when you didn't answer
the phone, I...

I got worried.
Just as a colleague, obviously.

That's very sweet but there was no need.

Good. Okay. Um...

Seeing as I'm here,
you don't need a lift or anything?

- It's okay, really.
- Okay.

I'm just going into town,
if you were going...

Seatbelt.

I should thank you.

- I heard your message.
- Hmm.

It was a really clever lie.

Thank you, I think.

I was quite surprised.

Because I... I was told you weren't
like the rest of them.

You know, corrupt and...

Well, you must know
what the people think of the police.

I know I... I owe you an explanation.

It is a long story
and I don't really know where to start.

Oh, it's not necessary.

Really?

No.

I mean, you know,
unless you want to tell me.

Do you mind if I don't?
Not just now, anyway.

No. No. I don't mind.

Really, I don't mind.

That's not such a good lie.

- No?
- No.

It was worth a try.

Thank you again, Detective.

Aurelio.

See you tomorrow.

Idiot.

Zen.

The fact that we are meeting
is known only to the two of us.

What I am about to tell you
is absolutely confidential.

If you betray me,
I shall, without hesitation,

terminate your career.

Very good.

- Is this about Oscar Faso?
- No.

He's dead.

We're talking about Renato Favelloni,

who, as you know, is very much alive
and sitting in a maximum security prison

not very far from here.

What you may not know
is that Favelloni has found God

and he intends to defend himself
in court

with the shield of faith
and the sword of truth.

But he confessed.

He is about to retract his confession.
He now claims he was having a breakdown.

This will go to trial
and he will have his say.

It's a brilliant ploy, of course.

Whatever he says
will doubtless be seized upon

and used to discredit the state. Now...

Since Favelloni handled
all the contracts

for Faso's government
construction projects,

there's no end of mud
which might get thrown,

however unfairly, in all directions.

Might even lead to an election.

That is why you have to
break the case against him

before he gets to court.

You're not serious.

Now, from your report it's clear
there are some holes in the case,

all you have to do
is choose one of them.

Make it bigger.

And given your hard-earned
and unfortunate reputation for honesty,

no one will ever suspect your motives.

Obviously, the Minister couldn't afford
to get involved in any of the details.

You'll get your assignment
through the usual channels.

I won't do it.

- He killed three people.
- Quite possibly.

But get him off, Detective.

How you do it, it's up to you.

They're looking good, Fausto.

Pity you won't be picking them
this year.

How did you find me?

Just out of interest.

Your cousin.

Hard to trust anybody these days.

But then you'd know all about that.

Look, they wanted you gone.

The chance came to put you away.

It was that
or a bullet in the back one night.

I'd have taken my chances.

We can't always choose
our own fate, Tito.

But it was nothing personal.

I got the judge yesterday. Did you hear?

No. Was he paid off?

Well, if he wasn't, he was stupid.

He was a judge, what do you want?

I've been planning this for a long time.

Bertolini, you, Zen.

- Who's Zen?
- A cop on the case.

I don't remember him. Funny name.

It's Venetian.

Let's get on with it.

Morning, Mamma.

Your father used to be sick

when he was really worried
about something.

I wasn't being sick.

Don't smoke on an empty stomach,
Aurelio. Please.

I just had a coffee.

You promised you'd give up
when you were 30.

And now you're nearly 40.

And your father,
with all his heart problems.

He was shot.

Did you leave out your washing?

I bet you forgot again.

No wonder she left you.

Detective. The boss wants to see you.

- Okay, thanks.
- Uh...

Listen, I wondered if I could
buy you lunch or something.

Um...

No,
I'm not having lunch today.

I'm a bit behind, but thanks.

What about a drink after work?

I could say I have to stay late.

I'm really busy. Thank you.

- Of course.
- Another time?

Sure.

Close the door.

Late last night, Renato Favelloni
retracted his confession.

As a result, you've been reassigned
to the Faso case.

Ensure a swift conviction for Favelloni,
find the holes, and close 'em up tight.

- Do you know anything about this?
- No, nothing at all.

I'll have to reinterview Favelloni
and the witnesses.

Probably mean getting out of town
for a couple of days.

Talking to the local police.

Listen, once you start digging,
God knows what you'll turn up.

Maybe the holes can't be closed up.

Maybe the holes shouldn't be closed up.

But I don't care if you find Oscar Faso
alive and well in a bar in Venice,

you hand this case back
exactly the way you found it!

You haven't always been
very good at the politics, Aurelio.

If it was all about talent and brains,
it would be you sitting here now

with angina and a headache.
But you know...

Compromise isn't always dishonesty.

Flexibility isn't always corruption.

Something high profile like this
is a chance for you

to get back to the level
where you belong. Don't blow it.

Because if you tear this case down
and Favelloni walks,

it makes everyone look very bad indeed.

And this time, you will not be forgiven.

I say this as your friend.

So go to work.

And for once in your life, do nothing.

- Go to work!
- Mmm-hmm.

Hello, Aurelio. How are things?

Fine, thanks, Vincenzo.

I heard a rumour
you're back on the Faso case.

Yeah?

I heard a rumour you're not sleeping
with Tania Moretti.

You ever ask yourself
how you ended up like this?

Like what?

Sitting on a bomb
with "Faso case" written on it,

heading for career oblivion in Sicily.

You ever ask yourself why
that doesn't happen to Vincenzo Fabri?

It's all a game, Zen.
You just don't know how to play it.

I know, you're right.

And I need to get a rich uncle
and start cheating on my wife.

Boom!

And Tania...

That's just a matter of time.

Mr Favelloni.

I'm Detective Zen.
I've been asked to review your case.

You sure you don't want
your old lawyer here while we talk?

No, no, I've got nothing to hide.

So, did you kill Oscar Faso?

Uh, I'm fairly sure I didn't. No.

Fairly sure?

Look, I remember
turning up with the girls.

The next thing I remember,

I woke up in my car in a forest

covered in vomit and blood.

Obviously, I had the feeling
the evening hadn't gone well.

Your wife made a statement saying
that you'd talked about killing Faso.

Yeah, well, she was just trying
to get a better deal on the divorce.

Believe me, Detective,
I have nothing to hide.

I've opened my heart to God,

and I'll open it to you.

I took the money. I took the drugs.

I took the women. I booked the hookers.

I paid the bribes.

There was no wickedness,

none, that I wasn't party to.

So, if I'd killed Oscar,
I would tell you.

Would you?

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

I can see your point.

I can hardly expect you to believe me.

No one else does.

Not even my lawyer.

So, why did you confess?

Your best friend's been slaughtered,

your business is bust,

you're sitting in prison
coming off a grand-a-day coke habit.

You try thinking straight.

Suddenly there was a deal on the table,

you know, if I confessed, and...

So I took it.

And then I felt
I couldn't trust the people making it.

Well...

If you didn't kill him, who did?

Well, if you want my theory...

Our business was
in big trouble last year and we...

We were going for this huge contract
which was kind of make or break.

And Oscar threatened a lot of people.

People with everything to lose
if he started making a scene.

So, personally, I think
the people who shut him up

are the same the same people
getting you to review my case.

I want you to find out
who killed my friend.

Will you do that?

Or will you just write your report
and go home?

Well, if you want to know what I'd do,

I'd play for time
and pray Favelloni has an accident.

What, you think he might?

Then again, this is Italy
and there's a chance

that the government'll collapse
in the next couple of weeks

and you'll be off the hook.

You really want to know what I'd do?

I'd jack it all in tomorrow.

Come work for me in the best
private detective agency in Rome.

I don't miss the department,
neither will you.

Yeah, thanks, but no thanks.

Why not?

Because I think Favelloni's innocent.

- Since when?
- Since I spoke to him.

Look, he's so obviously guilty.

I think what they did is
they fixed on that.

From the beginning,
everything didn't quite fit.

They just ignored it.
Now, no one wants to know.

I know it sounds stupid
but I believe him.

It's an instinct.

So you're betting
your whole career on instinct?

You'd better be right.

Yeah, I know.

Your instinct's been wrong before,
hasn't it?

- You're being followed.
- What?

Yeah, I think so. I noticed him

hanging around across the street
when we were talking

and when you left, he went after you

so I followed him, but I lost him.

Who'd want to follow me?

How about the Ministry?

No, if it was Secret Service,
you wouldn't have seen him.

I might be wrong. Just watch your back.

Okay.

Someone called Angelo rang.
He said it was urgent.

Thank you.

Did you see me with a man last night?

What?

Outside the bar where you dropped me.

Well, it's none of my business.

He's an old friend of mine.

A lawyer.

And I was asking his advice
about getting a divorce.

He's also gay,
but that's beside the point.

I'm sorry if you thought
I was just using you.

I was very grateful for what you did.

It's very hard for me
to get out of the apartment right now,

even to come to work here.

Detective.

- Zen.
- This is Angelo. Where have you been?

I called you hours ago.

I said it was urgent.

Oh, well, I'm very busy and I assumed
it was urgent for you, not for me.

I'll remember that
next time you need a favour.

- You ever heard of Fausto Arcuti?
- Is he one of the Arcuti Arcutis?

He was shot dead this morning
up on some farm in Umbria.

- So?
- So, he was in hiding.

New identity, the lot,
but they still got him.

Point is, he was a friend of mine.
I know the family.

They want to know what happened.

They want to know what the police know.

- All right, I'll make some calls.
- Thanks.

And if you ever need
anything in return...

Will you marry my mother?

- What?
- Never mind.

Murder squad.

I may have been a bit abrupt
this morning.

I've got a lot on my plate and...

I'm sorry.

So, um, I was wondering if...

um...

Sorry. I'm not as busy tonight

as, um, I thought I was going to be,
as it happens, and...

I really wanted to ask you something.

Okay.

Hi.

Hi.

What did you want to ask me?

Um...

I'm going away tomorrow,
just for a while.

And there's something that
I need you to deal with for me.

It's not really official business,

so I don't want anyone else
to know about it.

Okay.

Okay, so someone's going to be calling
with some information

about the murder
of someone called Fausto Arcuti.

I might not be available,
so I gave them your number.

- Hope you don't mind.
- No.

Um, also, could we look into our files,
see if we have anything on him?

Is that all?

Yeah.

Okay.

So...

Is it true you're separated
from your wife?

Is that what you heard?

That's what they say, yes.

What else do they say?

They say...

you're too honest for your own good

and you live alone with your mother.

Sounds so glamorous.

And they also say
you're not seeing anyone.

Well, I work all the time,
you know, it's...

It's difficult to meet anyone.

80% of affairs start at work.

Romizi told me that.

I suppose most of them begin like this.

An innocent drink after work.

It doesn't really mean anything,
but just before you know it...

No, um...

I never really saw myself
as the other guy.

Breaking up a marriage.

My marriage is already broken up.

I just want to be happy again.

I know what you mean.

I'm... going this way.

- I'll see you, then. When you get back.
- Yeah.

- Are we going to have an affair?
- Yeah.

Okay.

- Are you having me followed?
- Is someone following you?

You mean to tell me you don't know?

No. That's very disturbing.

Don't call this number again.

Mamma?

Mamma?

Sorry, I lost him. He jumped in a cab.

It's okay. He came home 20 minutes ago.

No one here, Papa.

I'm so sorry, Rosella,
to impose on you like this.

We're thrilled to have you.

Come on in.

I've been thinking,
if Favelloni didn't kill Oscar Faso,

then the people who did
are still out there.

And they're the ones
who are following you.

There's a fire escape out the back.

Does this mean he knows?

Hi.

Zen. I bet you're expecting me.

What sort of name is Zen?

Venetian.

- You ever been here before?
- No.

Now, the boys in these mountains,

they've been kidnapping strangers
for centuries.

They don't give a damn about you
or the law,

so if you intend to go wandering around,

you need to remember that.

- You want to visit the Faso place?
- Yeah.

So, how come no one
tried snatching Faso?

They did. Hit him last year
on the road, just up here.

Well, he managed to escape
by driving over one of the kidnappers.

Left him smeared on the road.

But they took the body away,
back into the mountains,

and no arrests got made.

- That wasn't in the file.
- Why should it be?

Right.

That's the caretaker
and his wife.

She's Russian.

Mr Bini, I'm Detective Zen, from Rome.

This is my wife, Ana.

Grateful for your time.

The bastard stood there.

And the camera was there.

Sprayed the room.

Where are your guns kept?

The key's always kept here.

Which of course Favelloni knew.

Yes.

But, um, the fingerprints on it
weren't his, were they?

You must have some idea
whose they might have been.

What do you mean?

Well, it's just that if someone comes
to fix the alarm or clean the carpets,

you give them the keys, right?

What are you saying?

I'd also really love
to find this missing gun.

I've looked everywhere.
Even after the police left.

Well, we know that Favelloni had
about a minute

between shooting everyone here

and stumbling out that door
without the gun,

so it's less than a minute
from here somewhere,

unless it was removed later.

Ana and I came straight here,
and then the police arrived.

Mmm.

So you don't think it's possible that
someone could have come here earlier

and hidden away?

Nobody came until Mr Faso came down
with his friends.

Are you sure?

Listen, the whole place is alarmed,
every door, every window.

The walls are a metre thick.

The perimeter fence is electrified.

Nobody can get in here
without me knowing.

Favelloni killed them.

There was nobody else.

Do you mind turning all
the security off?

I'd really like to have a look around.

Thank you.

Hello.

It's all right.
It's just a... Just a lighter.

My name's Aurelio.

Look at this if you like.

Want to have a look?

It's all right.

I'd kind of like to talk
to the estate worker, Avel Vasko.

Too bad. As soon as the investigation
died down, he ran away.

What? Was this reported?

What for? He's Russian scum.

No papers, like the rest of them.

No morals, either.
Work for nothing, pay no taxes.

They're ruining this country.

I'd kind of like to talk
to Bini's wife alone.

That won't be easy. The old boy watches
her like a hawk, for obvious reasons.

Not that it makes any difference.
I'll see what I can do.

Also, I saw a girl behind
the fence there.

That would be Lucia.

- What's wrong with her?
- What's wrong?

Her old man kept her locked up
in a cellar her whole life

and then raped her every Sunday
after Mass.

What?

Nobody knew. It only came out
after he died two or three years ago.

How is that possible?

People mind their own business up here.

She was too far gone to fit back in.

Now she lives up in the forest
like a wild animal.

Then the house got auctioned
to pay off debts,

and that's how Oscar Faso got it.

- She used to live here?
- All her life.

Mario, has she been interviewed?

She barely speaks.

I'd like to talk to her, please.

Don't you have any, like,
proper leads or something?

Nobody knows exactly
where she lives.

The whole mountain is riddled with
underground streams and tunnels.

Goes on for miles.

The partisans used to hide there
in the war.

But nobody uses them now.
It's too dangerous.

Okay. Here we are.

There's one of the caves.

But there are others.

- How do we find her?
- We wander around and keep quiet.

Hi. Lucia.

It's me, Aurelio.

Remember?

Lucia! Don't run.

Lucia!

Please don't run... Oh!

It's not that deep.
Can I have the torch?

You know, you shouldn't go in there.

I'll be all right.

I told you.

- Are you okay?
- I'm fine.

Well, don't go any further.
I'll get a rope.

Don't worry, I won't.

Lucia!

Lucia?

No!

Mario!

Mario!

Help! Please! Please help.

I'm sorry I touched your things.

How did you get in here?

I'll give you a lift to the village.

Yeah, thanks.

She was down there for years.

She must have literally dug her way
into the cave system,

and then just come and gone from there.

Do you recognise that?

That's Faso's.

There was a big fuss
when it went missing.

Stuff went missing quite a lot.
Little things.

And the alarms going off in the night
for no reason.

We were always calling
the alarm company,

thought the house was haunted.

It's funny,
all that money spent on security,

and some crazy girl just comes
and goes whenever she wants.

Well, it wasn't only her.

Whoever killed Faso came
and went the same way.

I'm sure of it.

My husband is out.
Do you want to go upstairs?

I'm sorry?

I actually just wanted to ask you
about Avel Vasko.

What's the matter? You don't like sex?

No. I remember it very fondly, I just...

I really wanted to talk to you
'cause I need your help.

'Cause if you're worried
my husband will come back,

he's gone to the town.

Has he?

Well... Um...

What I really wanted to know

was whether your affair with Avel
had anything to do with the murders.

Who says we had an affair?

He's a good-looking man.

So what if we did?

Well, just that it might occur
to some people

that even though he didn't have access
to the alarm system, you did.

And I definitely have to report
that thing.

And you know what
our bureaucracy's like.

Once your name gets stuck in the system,
it tends to stay there.

As the enquiries continue,
Immigration's going to take an interest

and then the tax authorities,

- they're going to want to have a look...
- All right. All right.

I liked him. I thought he liked me, too,
but I was wrong.

Where is he?

His mobile is dead,
the number he had here.

Have you got an address for him
in the Ukraine?

He wasn't from the Ukraine.
He was Italian.

- What?
- He spoke good Russian.

His grandmother was from Kiev.

But he was from up there,
in the mountains.

What's his real name?

Well, he said it was Giulio,
but he said a lot of things.

- Why didn't you tell the police?
- Because I loved him.

I would have never betrayed him.

And my husband would've kicked me out.

Anyway, I never liked Faso that much.

He was always trying to get me into bed,
you know,

which to me is very impolite
when you're someone's boss.

And I was married.

Hi, Mario.

Never mind. No, forget it.

What happened to you?

In my file,
you'll find a picture of Avel Vasko.

Dig it out, will you?

He's not Ukrainian,
he's an Italian national.

He's hiding out somewhere
in the mountains,

and we're going to find him.

He was stood in the bar with me watching
football the night Faso was killed.

Well, he would be, wouldn't he?
It's a perfect alibi.

In fact, he's the inside man.

Now, when you find it,
get it out, all over the region.

- He is here.
- Extraordinary.

We couldn't have planned it better,
somewhere remote like this.

Okay. So we grab him later.

Take him somewhere even more remote.

- Murder squad.
Hi.

Hi.

- How are you?
- I'm pretty good.

You know, it's incredible,
the case just fell open in front of me.

We know who was behind it,
we know how they got in the house.

Now all we have to do is find them.

- You mean Favelloni didn't do it?
- No.

A lot of people are going
to look really stupid when it comes out.

But it's the right thing to do,
isn't it?

Yeah. It's the right thing to do.

Listen, I got the file on Arcuti.

But I haven't had time to read it.

I'm going to sneak it home tonight.

Don't worry about him, Arcuti's dead,
he can wait a bit.

Well, your friend rang again today,
asking where you were.

I got work for him.

I told him you were up in the mountains
on this case

- but you'd be back in a few days.
- Thanks.

Listen, I really wish you were here.

I wish I was, too.

Yeah, all right. Okay, okay.

Come on.

Avel. Giulio?

Thank you for coming to see me.
Please, sit down.

Help yourself.

You won't be eating
anywhere else tonight.

No, thank you. I'm not very hungry.

Well, don't let my sister
hear you say that.

She's gone to a lot of trouble for you.

It's our own.

It's not bad. I thought you were
a bit high up for vines, aren't you?

You think I killed Oscar Faso.

I have been wondering, yeah.

And I don't want police
all over my mountain,

so I'll tell you what happened.

Couldn't you have just
called during office hours or...

I hate to see the old traditions
die away.

So, this is how it was.

We tried to steal Oscar Faso last year
for a ransom,

but it didn't work out.

He panicked and drove off,
straight over my brother.

Obviously, he had to pay for that,

but he tightened up security,
so we needed someone on the inside,

and a local like me
wouldn't have stood a chance,

so I got a job as a Russian.

I speak the language well enough
to fool an Italian.

Mmm, yeah, I heard.

Your grandmother was from Kiev, right?

- How is Ana?
- Didn't seem very happy to me.

No.

Well...

Anyway. So there I am with Mario

in the village, watching the game.

And when I came back,
everybody was dead.

Are you telling me
you didn't have Oscar Faso killed?

We wanted to ransom him first.

Look, Detective,
if I'd just wanted to kill him,

I would have taken a hunting rifle
with a night sight

and sat in a tree outside the fence.

Why break in through that alarm system?

And why kill all those strangers?

No, the rules of vendetta
are very clear. An eye for an eye.

I was stuck on it being someone local
'cause it was done through the caves.

- There's a way in through the caves?
- Yeah.

I didn't think there was anybody
still alive who knew those tunnels.

Listen, can I go back
to the village now

or are you going to ransom me?

Are you worth anything?

- I don't think so, no.
- No.

I don't think so, either.

I'm going back down in the morning,
I'll give you a ride.

Hey, do you want to hear

how my grandfather made it back
from the Eastern front

with my grandmother in tow?
Incredible story.

Yeah, why not?

Mario!

Mario!

- Guardia.
- Aurelio!

I've been calling you all night.

I was, um... I was up a mountain.
What's up?

It's the file you gave me about Arcuti.

He was a witness in some murder trial,
years ago.

Well, I was reading the file,

and I noticed that the judge
at the trial was Corrado Bertolini.

The one that got killed the other day
outside Milan.

Yeah, I know who he is.

That's when I began to worry.

Why?

It says in the file
the Senior Investigating Officer

was Aurelio Zen.

So, what trial was this?

A man called Tito Spadola got life
for murder.

Yes, I was on that.

No, but I mean, not for very long.

I mean,
I don't think I ever met Spadola

or, uh... or the witnesses,
or the judge.

Well, I thought you should know.

Aurelio?

Listen to me.

You said that Angelo called yesterday

and you told him where I was?

Are you sure it was Angelo?

What do you mean?

Did he actually say it was Angelo?

No, he didn't.

Paolo.

Wait outside.

Sit down.

All right.

Aurelio?

- Didn't you get life?
- Oh, yeah.

For a murder I never did.

But when they found the cancer was
terminal, I got compassionate release.

I've got a couple of months left,
they reckon.

Still, that's a couple of months
more than you.

What did I ever do to you?

A bit late for those games. Sorry.

Humour me.

You fixed the evidence.

That gun was planted in my flat
by the police.

More than likely, but not by me.

Well, you would say that, wouldn't you?

But I remember very clearly,
you were in charge.

You've a very memorable name.

It was just for a month.

I was covering,
then I was transferred out.

- It was nothing to do with me.
- Never is, is it?

Come on, you're a cop,
that's what you do.

You take the money,
you fix the evidence.

In fact, I imagine that's what
you're doing here, isn't it?

Fixing the evidence.

Yeah, it is, as a matter of fact.

Um, I'm sorry, I don't really get
what you're moaning about.

I mean, presumably you killed loads
of people you didn't get done for, so...

It doesn't work like that.

It was a game.

And I was very good at it.
Much better than you.

You couldn't get me, so you cheated.

Yeah.

But that's just part of the game,
though, isn't it?

A game that you're apparently
so good at, hmm?

Get him!

Let's go!

- You put enough sugar in the tank?
- Plenty.

Left.

Take it easy. There's no rush.

Oh!

On your knees!

On your knees.

Any last words?

Pity. You had plenty to say before.

Papa!

Lucia!
- No!

Please.

Please.

Everything okay?

I've never killed anyone before.

Detective! What a thrilling denouement.

Car chase, shoot-out.

Seven murders solved
and an innocent man set free.

- Quite incredible.
- Thank you.

We'll be seeing you again, I'm sure.

Have they found the girl yet?

The search has been called off,
I'm afraid.

Unofficially, of course.

The cave system is impenetrable
and frankly, we've run out of money.

Will that jeopardise our case?

No. The gun is the one we've been
looking for from the Faso killings

and the prints on it
match the ones all over the villa

and from the key to the gun cover.

With that much physical evidence,
no one will contest her guilt.

Finding her
would only complicate things.

How on earth did you manage
to arrange it all?

Obviously, the Minister need not
become involved in any of the details.

Nevertheless, I'm curious as to
the motive you ascribed to the girl.

Well, to be honest,
I couldn't come up with any.

Well, I figured homeless peasant,

no political connections,
she seems an ideal candidate.

We are greatly in your debt, Detective.

And we shall not forget it.

Mmm. Well, seeing as you bring it up,

this case has... It's upset
a lot of people in my department,

particularly my boss.

And I was thinking
that it might be good for morale

if he could know that
none of the budget cuts this year

will affect his department at all.

Of course, law and order
is our number one priority.

As I noticed.

And, um...

My colleague, Vincenzo Fabri.

Yes, I know his uncle.

He's often expressed a desire to
broaden his experience elsewhere.

You feel a sudden move
might benefit his career?

He once mentioned Sicily.

My dear Detective,
I had no idea you had it in you.

Hey, Detective.

What are you doing here?

I'm so glad we bumped into each other.

I wanted to thank you
for saving my life.

- Forget it.
- No, I won't.

The girl.

Why did she kill Oscar and the others?
What had they ever done to her?

We don't know. We never will.

You know, I want to ask you a question.

Finding God and all that, was that...

Was that for real
or was it just a move?

Take care, Detective.

Miss Moretti.

Good morning, Detective.

The Chief wants to see you.

He's very cross.

I'm ready for him.

But you did the right thing, didn't you?

How do you mean?

There is a rumour
you fixed the whole case.

The evidence, everything.

It's not true.

I was so worried about you.

Vincenzo.