Zen (2011–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Ratking - full transcript

Point Green to Leader.
Target passing, heading south-west.

Got him.

I'm going in.

- What's going on, Leader?
- No idea.

No, no, no, no!

Leader to all units. Abort, abort.

Repeat, abort. Regroup at RV. Out.

Tell me about your husband.

What about him?

I don't know. Anything.

Why?



Well, you never really mention him.

You've never asked.

Well, I sensed you didn't
want me to, you know?

You got that right.

That's fine, but, you know,

if you feel that you don't want to

talk about him, then...

Is this how you wear
down your suspects?

Zen...

You're here.

So am I.

Isn't that enough?

I'm getting divorced.

Of course I don't want
to talk about Luca.



Do I ask about your stupid old wife?

I'm just curious.

Is this the end of an affair or
the beginning of a relationship?

Maybe it's both.

Aurelio!

What's going on?

Very well. Finally we can begin.

My name is Heuber,

and I'm assuming command of
all central detective squads

while Chief Moscati is on sick leave.

I do not know what you are
used to here,

but I will not tolerate
slackness or inefficiency.

I will not tolerate corruption
or favours.

I will not tolerate immorality
or fornication.

On or off duty, without exception,

you will behave
with complete propriety.

There is a departmental
code of conduct on every desk.

- Study it. Learn it.
- Excuse me, Chief.

- Yes!
- It's the Minister's office.

He wants to see you and
Detective Zen right away.

- Zen?
- Some sort of emergency.

You are a smoker, I see.

I've read your file.
The Fasso case, the Ruspanti affair.

You are always in the newspapers.

You're a glory seeker.

In my squad, there's no
room for glory seekers.

Oh, and one more thing.

Leo Moscati's not coming back.

Gentlemen.

Ernesto, you must know Nadia Pirlo?

- Only by reputation.
- What's that supposed to mean?

In my opinion, prosecutors should be
seen in court, not on television.

Chief Heuber, we face an
extremely grave situation.

Late last night, the head of legal
affairs of the Miletti Corporation,

Francesco Pirotta,
was shot dead in central Rome.

His widow has since told
investigating officers that

at the time of his murder he was
engaged in secretly paying kidnappers

five million euros to secure
the release of Ruggiero Miletti.

Ruggiero Miletti's been kidnapped?
When?

A few days ago, the widow thinks.

- And the money?
- Gone. But any such payment is illegal.

Of course it is. That's why the
family didn't report the kidnapping.

By law, the entire assets of
the Miletti family must be frozen

to prevent any further
illegal payments.

Our main concern now is the
safe return of Ruggiero Miletti.

- Without a ransom? Forget it.
- Technically, it's already been paid.

Really? Well, in that case,
why was the delivery boy shot?

Our priority is Ruggiero Miletti.

Any police action against the
kidnappers or anyone else can wait.

What we need now is
a senior detective

to handle the negotiations
and get Miletti back safely.

Very well.
I'll assign someone straight-away.

Yes, it was felt, very strongly,
that for such an important and

delicate assignment, we could do
no better than Detective Zen.

- I cannot agree.
- I'll gladly step aside.

- I can't think of anyone better.
- No, neither can I.

Surely Chief Heuber himself,
with his enormous exp...

That's settled, then.
Good luck, Detective.

I'll show you out.

You can't do this to me. No-one can
handle a kidnap without a ransom.

An awkward assignment, of course,
but in you I have every confidence.

What aren't you telling me?

Come on, Detective,
you know what we do.

One man is dead,
another is being held captive.

But as well as being
our foremost industrialist,

Ruggiero Miletti is an old and
very dear friend of the Minister.

Should you manage to
secure his safe release,

you will find us extremely grateful.

Grateful enough to
bring back Leo Moscati?

Yes, I can see that Chief Heuber
may appear somewhat uncongenial.

God knows, he's almost Swiss.

But I'm afraid his appointment
was politically expedient.

Well, what about Vincenzo Fabri?

I thought he was
going on a little holiday.

Yes, I haven't forgotten.

But given Fabri's family connections,
such a purge must be handled delicately.

I ask for your patience and urge
you to focus on the matter in hand.

Okay, I appoint my own back up,

and I'm in charge of the Pirotta
murder, not just the kidnap.

Of course.
Secrecy is everything.

If this leaks to the press,

your room for manoeuvre
will be severely compromised.

- What room for manoeuvre?
- Final word of advice, beware of the Milettis.

- Thanks for your support!
- The bullet had your name on it.

Did you expect me to
stand in front of you?

My only hope now is you can
take Heuber down with you.

It'll be a noble self-sacrifice,
and quite in the Roman tradition.

That may be, but I'm from Venice.
I hoped you'd have something on him.

On Heuber? Forget it.

He's teetotal, celibate and famously
devoted to the purity of justice.

- A disaster as Chief of Detectives, then.
- Quite.

- You know why they really want to save Miletti?
- No?

He bankrolls the party.
They'll do anything to get him back,

but if you get caught breaking
the law, they won't protect you.

And neither will I.

- Murder Squad.
- Hi. It's me.

Listen, I'm sorry about this morning.

- I didn't mean to get all...
- No. It's my fault.

I made too much of it. It's just
the divorce is tough right now.

No, I get it.

And it's hard, you know, pretending
nothing's happening between us.

I think we come pretty squarely under
the heading Immorality and Fornication.

Yeah, the new code of conduct
bans sex in the workplace,

along with everything else.

- We haven't had sex in the workplace.
- Not yet, no.

Very well. We have our orders.

But you will report to me every step
of the way and undertake nothing,

- no action, without my express authority.
- Absolutely, Chief.

Oh, and I'd like to request
de Angelis as back up, please.

- Is that a dead body?
- Yeah. I think it's my career.

Listen, will our mutual friends
remember they still owe me a favour?

What do you want?

Ruggiero Miletti's been kidnapped.

Wow. I didn't read about that.

You won't, either.
I need to get him back alive.

Talk to our friends.
See if you can get them to pass

my mobile number to
whoever's holding Miletti.

No wire taps, no bullshit,
just a straight conversation,

get this thing sorted out.

I'll make the call. But no promises.

- Thanks, mate.
- Are you getting a cut of the ransom?

My name's Zen. I'm expected.

Good afternoon. Follow me, please.

An extraordinary man, Mr. Miletti.

Er, yeah, I'm sure he is.

He's always been very generous
to our foundation.

- Has he?
- We have six orphanages in Africa.

724 children!
They're a handful, I can tell you.

I bet they are.

Of course, times are hard now,
and people seem less keen to help.

Are you here for a donation?

No harm in asking.

Mr. Miletti isn't available today,
Sister. I'm very sorry.

You should have been told.

Giuglia here will see you out, okay?

Carlo Fagioli. I'm Vice-President
of the Miletti Corporation.

Zen. I'm a detective
with the Murder Squad.

You're a detective?

Yeah.

Well, Detective, what do you
know about the Miletti family?

Erm, pretty much what
anyone knows, I suppose.

Well, let me tell you this.

They are not like ordinary people.

They are not like you or I.

For a Miletti, there are no rules,
no boundaries,

no impossibilities.

This is the first time in their lives they've
ever had to deal with a problem themselves.

Well, I'll bear that in mind.

So do you have much experience in
hostage negotiations?

No. None at all.

Why did they send you?

Can I talk to the family now?

Detective, my wife, Cinzia Miletti.

- Good afternoon.
- Detective.

Silvio Miletti,
acting head of the Miletti family.

So, can you tell me, when was it
exactly that your father was taken?

Monday night, on the way
back from the office in Rome.

About an hour later,
Cinzia got a call on her mobile.

They said they had Daddy.

They put him on the line.

And he said...

"Baby, give them what they want."

So we called Francesco.

He's our lawyer.

Was. And he told us that it
was illegal to pay the ransom.

He told us that if we even
reported the kidnapping,

the court would
freeze our bank accounts.

Our own money!

We couldn't believe it.

So, naturally,
you got the money together.

Oh, we've been advised by legal
counsel not to answer that question.

I'm not here
to investigate the pay-off.

It doesn't interest me,

and anything you say on that subject
is completely off the record.

My job is just to get your father
back home alive. Nothing else.

Francesco arranged
everything at the bank...

And then he offered
to deliver the ransom.

And we feel awful.

Poor Donatella.

They'd only just got married.

Yes, of course,
we'll take care of the widow.

Francesco was with the family
for forty years,

- and loyalty like that is...
- So?

What? It's my fault?

I told you I'd do it. It should have
been me. I'm head of the family now.

They should have been
contacting me, not her.

And why did he give them her number?
It's not fair! I'm sick of it!

I don't have to put up with this.
Who do you think you are?

You're not even family.
You're nobody.

I'm sorry.

- He's very upset about...
- Cinzia!

We had the money ready here.

They called with the instructions.

Francesco left.
He said he wouldn't be long.

No-one tried to follow him?

No. We didn't want to take any chances.
We just wanted it done.

Have the kidnappers contacted
at all since last night?

About half an hour ago.

They want another five million
by tomorrow night.

- Another five million?
- Yes.

So how do I help
my father now, Detective?

From now on, I'd like
to handle the negotiations.

No. That won't be possible.
They only wish to speak to Cinzia.

Cinzia? Really?

Well, that's what I shall do, then.

Detective?

Isn't this all a bit
out of your league?

Those people, they murdered
Francesco without a second thought.

What makes you think
you'll do any better?

Vincenzo? What are you doing here?

Heuber said you needed backup.

I was expecting De Angelis.

No, Heuber sent him to Naples

to pick up some court papers
or something.

Oh. Ah, did he?

Look, Aurelio, obviously you and I

have had our differences
in the past,

but I want you to know
you can rely on me.

No, I know that. Thank you.

We should have a little chat, you know,
about the case and everything.

- Okay. Give me five minutes.
- Sure.

Would you like a drink?

I would, but I'll wait till later,
if you don't mind.

I need to ask your permission
to put a tap on your phones,

seeing as it's you the kidnappers
are going to be calling.

I don't see the point.

We can't touch our money,

and even if we could, you wouldn't
let us use it. That's it.

There's nothing we can do.
It's over.

That's not true. Not yet.

Well, do you have a plan, Detective?

All I can tell you is that
I'm going to do everything I can,

everything, to get your father back.

I believe you.

Thank you, Detective.

Poor Daddy.

I don't want him to die alone.

Yes?

- The grieving widow of Francesco Pirotta.
- Yeah, what about her?

She's just gone public
with the whole thing.

The kidnap, the pay-off, the murder.

You should instruct the family
to deny everything.

That's the least of their worries.

The kidnappers just phoned
and asked for another

- five million by tomorrow, or else.
- I see.

That means I have a day
to find Ruggerio Miletti.

And if you can't?

If I can't...

If I can't,

I plan to turn up at the rendezvous

with an empty suitcase
and take it from there.

Are you serious?

Yes. Sadly, I am.

So in other words, as things stand,

Miletti is as good as dead.

I'll be in touch.

Vincenzo, I need you to get Forensics
out to where the snatch took place.

Also, I want to talk to the chauffeur
and the bodyguard.

- Sure. Anything else?
- Yeah. How do you know Carlo Fagioli?

I was at school with Silvio Miletti.

Carlo I know from the tennis club.

The tennis club?

Why do you even bother with this job?

If I don't work, I don't get my allowance.
My parents are strict about that.

What? You try keeping my wife and
a mistress in Rome on what we make.

Besides, it's fun.

Or rather, it used to be.
Look, Aurelio,

- can I speak frankly?
- Yeah, sure.

What do you think of Heuber?

- It's too early to say.
- You know I was supposed to get that job?

- Were you?
- Yeah.

His brother's a politician,
got some crucial vote on the coalition.

Not even my uncle could
block his appointment.

So if anything were to be done,
we'd have to do it ourselves.

- Ourselves?
- This case is incredibly high-profile.

Heuber's never had
anything like it before.

Now, if, just for example,
it were to...

fly into a mountain, say,
questions would be asked.

Of him.

So you think that we should
deliberately bungle the case

to feed Heuber to the sharks?

No, of course not, no.

Not exactly.

But in a complex case like this,
so many things can go wrong...

Look, I know it goes against the grain,
but Old Man Milet...

Old Man Miletti's
as good as dead anyway.

The only thing still left in play
is where the blame lands.

And you don't think it'll land on...
us, for example?

Oh, no. We're only obeying orders.

Look, trust me, my uncle has
far too much pull for Heuber.

As long as you're with me,
you've got nothing to worry about.

Vincenzo...

It's brilliant.

What is it?

It's nothing, baby.

Everything's going to be fine.

Oh, yeah, really?
Oh, that's very interesting.

Okay, so why don't you
give him a call about it?

Yeah, sure. Yeah. Oh!

Mrs. Pirotta, do you mind not
speaking to the press again?

It really does make it that much
more difficult for us to do our job.

Your job?

What is your job?
To get Miletti back alive

and never mind the people
who killed Francesco?

Well, I'll tell you who killed him.

The Milettis.

Francesco gave his
life to that family.

- He knew everything.
- Such as what?

He would never tell me.

He was so loyal and discreet.

You're suggesting
they had him killed?

I wouldn't put it past them.

You don't know what
they're capable of.

Nobody does.

Um... Last night,
what time did he leave here?

We drove together
up to the Miletti house

about eight.

And then the call came and...

Francesco left.

I sat up with Carlo, waiting.

Just waiting.

Was he worried about
dropping off the money?

Worried?

He was nervous.

- It's not something you do every day.
- No.

But he was calm.

He was a brave man.

And he would do anything
for Ruggiero Miletti.

You see, what I don't understand
is how... forgive me...

how he came to be killed.

I mean, looking at it from
the perspective of the kidnappers,

why would you shoot the man
who is bringing you your money?

But it's obvious, he was betrayed!

I don't understand.

You don't think they really wanted
Old Man Miletti back? Any of them?

Silvio loathes his father.

All he wants is the money,
but the old man won't give it to him.

And Cinzia's slimy husband
is so ambitious, he just wants

control of the company,
but the old man stands in his way.

Oh, I thought at least Cinzia
seems to love her father.

Oh, yes!

She's Daddy's little girl,
all right.

Always has been.

Believe me, Detective,

for one reason or another
they all wanted the old man dead.

You're working late.

Yes, Heuber gave me
a lot of stuff to do by tomorrow.

Here.

Your messages,

Cinzia Miletti's
mobile-phone records

and all the wire-tap documents.

Thanks.

I wasn't expecting you back tonight.

No, I left Fabri with the Milettis.

If there's any development,
he's going to give me a call.

You got Fabri as a backup?

He suggested I deliberately
sabotage the case

just so he can get rid of Heuber.

- Would that work, do you think?
- I don't know.

Even if I was to entertain
such a wicked scheme,

I think the idea was to flush me
away at the same time.

This case is a nightmare, isn't it?

A previously undiscovered circle of hell.
Do you fancy a drink?

No, I want to take all my clothes off
and do it on Heuber's desk.

- Really?
- Come on, Zen.

Someone has to stand up
for sex in the workplace.

- Not to mention slackness and immorality.
- Exactly.

Luca has always loved me...

As long as I remember,

and I married him
because I got pregnant.

But then, when I lost the baby,
it seemed

cruel to back out.

But I tried hard
to be a good wife...

And to understand him.

And it was okay.

But then,

you wake up one day

and you discover...

The person you love
has just gone...

You're living with someone else...

And you don't like them at all.

And what's worse...

That you've become
someone else, too...

And you don't like them, either.

Do you know what I'm talking about?

Yep, I do.

So...

What do you think?

I think we need
to get this desk fixed.

Hey...

No, stop it. No, don't answer it.
Don't.

Hello?

What's wrong?

Zen?

Aurelio!

Well?

What can I do for you?

I'm afraid this Miletti business is
a bit of a mess. But there we are.

We must play the hand we're given.

In this case you will find
five million euros

in used and untraceable notes
of varying denominations.

I'm sure I don't need to spell it out.

Nevertheless, Amedeo,
I'd be grateful if you did.

Take the money,

give it to the kidnappers
and get Miletti in return.

Are you aware that's
completely illegal?

For goodness' sake,
a man's life is at stake!

We mustn't let a little thing
like the law get in our way.

- "Our" way?!
- Yes.

Of course, I must advise
you not to get caught.

- Where did you get it?
- I want you to focus on saving Miletti,

which should prove a lot easier
now you have the ransom.

If Miletti gets released,
people will know what we've done.

Given your immaculate reputation,
no-one will suspect you

of handing over money to criminals.

Your scruples do you credit, but really,
it's no way to get ahead, is it?

Or in the current climate,
to stay where you are.

Oh...

Oh, I see.

Cheer up.

They take the money,
you take the credit.

Everybody wins.

So do you want me to sign for it?

Cool.

I don't know.
If it is fake, it's perfect.

Five million. It's all there.

What?

We could be at the airport
in an hour.

Faster if I put my foot down.

You'd have to go back to
your apartment and pack,

say goodbye to your mother.

- The last guy got shot.
- Yeah, I know.

- I hope you know what you're doing.
- Of course I don't.

Hey, Boss.

Aurelio!

Oh, damn!

Well, thank you very much, sir.

Hey, look at the scar.

Oh...

Eugh!

You're all over the papers,
you idiot.

This Miletti thing is a mess.

You're never going
to get him back now.

And when he turns up dead,
you'll get the blame.

How have you been?

Listen, they haven't given
you a suitcase full of cash

from some slush fund, have they?

God, no. Why?

I wouldn't put it past them.

Ten years back, a pal of mine was
forced into making a secret pay-off.

It all went well,
but as soon as the guy was released,

of course, everyone knew
exactly what had happened.

Really?

My pal denied it, of course,
but no-one believed him.

In the end, the guys upstairs
cut him loose.

Career over.

And he was only your age, too.

Oh, Tania!

- Come and see the scar!
- How are you?

Good to see you.

I'm sorry, I didn't know
Detective Zen was going to be here.

- I'll come back another time.
- That's all right. I was going anyway.

No, sit, sit, sit.

Well, if you're sure.

Let me take it.

So, er, have you travelled far?

No, I, er,
I recently moved apartment.

Oh.

That's, erm, something.

So, how long have you
two been at it, then?

Well, you certainly kept that quiet.

Does anyone else know?

It's complicated, with my divorce.

There's a new directive against
relationships in the workplace.

Oh, I bet.

I suppose you heard I'm finished.

We are very sorry.

Shot like an old horse.

Bastards. I told them I want
to come back, I'm going to be fine.

Talk to the doctors, they'll tell you.
But you know how it is.

Politics.

And then they gave it
to that bastard Heuber.

You got anything on him?

No-one has anything on Heuber.

Damn. Stupid, rotten job.

I'm going to miss it, though.

Once again, I see you're
all over the front pages,

drawing attention to yourself,
attempting to promote your career.

You should have prevented
the Pirotta woman

from speaking to the press.

You are a bungler.
If it was up to me,

I'd have you removed instantly
from this assignment.

Fortunately,
this shambles will soon be over,

and then others can take on
the task of bringing the Milettis

and the kidnappers to justice.

The Milettis?

Nobody is above the law.
Naturally, they'll all face charges.

Naturally.

So, have you anything to report?

To my mind, the most interesting
thing about all this

is the murder of the lawyer.

Interesting? Who cares
what you find interesting?

Your job is to be effective.
What's your plan of action?

My plan of action?

Um... I don't know,
I thought I'd, erm,

wander on down to see Cinzia Miletti,
see if the kidnappers call

and, erm, just take it
from there, really.

Take it from there?
What's that supposed to mean?

I demand that you inform me
of your intentions!

I prefer to keep it
on a need-to-know basis,

if you don't mind.

Need to know?
I am your superior officer!

I need to know!

Oh, okay.

Okay, well, erm,

what you need to know is that you

can't have me taken off this case
even if you want to.

So there.

I know you think you have
friends in high places, Zen,

but believe me,
when Miletti turns up dead...

Then it will all be over.

Do you know what will happen then?

Do you?

Sorry, I'll call you back.

Is that it?

Don't do this.

Listen, I really appreciate
your help, you know?

Let me come with you.
I'll bring my guys. We'll do it right.

No, I don't want the place
crawling with private detectives, okay?

Can we just do what we agreed?

You don't have to do this,
not for an old man you've never met

who owes you nothing, for a bunch of
politicians and their election fund!

It's my job.

Is that what you want me
to tell your mother

when she asks me why you're dead?

Where is she now?

She's making lunch for the kids.

Mamma?

Aurelio!

I haven't seen you for days.

You look very grave.

Do I?

You and your friend spend
nearly every night together now.

It must be serious.

You make it sound like a tumour.

Trust me, there are
many similarities.

Erm...

Mamma...

I came by because, er...

I just wanted to say thank you
for... everything

and I wanted to tell
you that I love you.

What's going on, Aurelio?

Nothing. Nothing.

I just wanted you to know.

I'm off to work.

Vincenzo? How are they?

As you'd expect.

Pretty tense, pretty low.

They're not used
to feeling helpless.

Any chance to speak
to the witnesses yet?

The snatch was brilliant.

Perfectly planned.
Nobody heard. Over in seconds.

The chauffeur's ex-army.
He said it was like a military operation.

The spot was obviously well chosen
and completely clean.

Same story on the meet
where they hit the lawyer.

These people are pros.

They are, aren't they?
So why kill the lawyer?

- That's not very professional.
- Maybe he panicked. A sudden move...

No, you'd shoot him once.
You wouldn't shoot him twice.

It's like they wanted to kill him.

Makes you wonder what
was in that suitcase.

Why come back for another
five million? It's messy.

It's also twice the risk.

- The whole thing stinks.
- All the more reason to drop it on Heuber.

Yeah, don't worry about that,
I've got something planned for later

- that's almost bound to go wrong.
- Really? What?

I feel the less you know
about it the better, really.

Why don't you, er, go home
and get some sleep or something?

Thanks, Aurelio.

I have something to tell you.

Now, it's been cleared
at the very highest level,

and it's important
it doesn't go beyond here.

Your father's life may depend on it.
And mine too.

- You can trust us, Detective.
- Thank you, I know I can.

Now, when the kidnappers call today
with their instructions

for the drop-off,
I want you to tell them

that a policeman will be coming,
he won't be armed, he'll be alone

and he'll have the money.
They'll never believe that.

Why not?

But you're a policeman.

- You can't pay off criminals.
- Don't be so naive, Cinzia.

- Is it real?
- Yes, it is.

Your father has powerful friends,
and they want him back alive,

no matter what the law may say.

Tell the kidnapper that.
I'm hoping they'll believe you.

- And what if they don't?
- They will.

I know they will.

Thank you, Detective.

- You don't know what this means to us.
- Don't thank me yet.

Is there something bothering you?
You look worried.

Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm worried,
because this whole thing is a nightmare

and it's in the hands of some
middle-aged journeyman detective

with no experience in kidnapping.
Excuse me.

- I apologise for my husband.
- She's used to that.

- Don't worry.
- Hey, babe.

Hey. Er...

Have you seen my make-up case?

No, I haven't. I'll get someone to...

So what do we do now, Detective?

We wait for them to call.

Excuse me.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I'm sorry to call.

- I was just, you know...
- No, it's fine. I'm still waiting.

Call me when you're safe.

I will, don't worry.

I love you.

Hello?

I love you, too.

Hey, Giorgio,
I got a call from Moscati.

- He put 25 euros on Zen.
- What?

You know,

to be the first guy in the building
to sleep with Tania Moretti.

So what? It's a pathetic sum.

Not at a hundred to one, it's not.

The guy's just had a bypass.

- He probably doesn't know what day it is.
- Yeah, but he was her boss.

You know, maybe he knows something.

And you're Zen's friend
as much as anyone is.

So I was just wondering
if you'd heard anything.

Go away.

Detective, I, erm,

- I wanted to ask you something.
- Sure.

I wanted to ask you if
I could take the ransom.

I would be very grateful.

It should have been me
the last time.

I feel it's my responsibility.

And he is my father.

All right, can I be frank?

Of course.

If something were to go wrong...

I've a feeling my superiors would
very much prefer it if it was me

that got killed and not
the head of the Miletti family.

I'm sure you're right.

If only they knew.

I am such a waste of space.

You know, I have never had a job.

Is it nice?

Erm...

I don't know.
Er, yeah, sometimes.

I think it must be.

Is your father still alive?

My father? No.

No, he was shot, when I was a kid.

He was a cop, too.

I'm sorry.

- How old were you?
- Seven.

- Do you remember him at all?
- Yes, of course I do.

He was my dad, you know?

So you never had the chance
to say goodbye to him either?

I would have liked to...

talk to my father,

you know, just talk.

Tell him things,

even for a moment,
just the two of us.

He's not dead yet.

Detective.

If he tries anything,
we'll shoot him and Miletti.

Okay.

Fermo! Polizia!

I thought the idea was
to end Heuber's career.

You know, Aurelio,
I will never understand you.

Come on.

Ah, Zen. Sorry to keep you.

Are you sure you
don't want a lawyer?

I think you'll need one.

You know, erm...

Someone went to a lot of trouble
to tip off the police,

and I'd kind of like
to know who it was.

Well, you'll certainly have
plenty of time to look into that,

in an unofficial capacity of course,
when you get out of prison.

With your excellent record
for self-promotion,

it shouldn't be more
than three, four years.

Aren't you at all curious to know who
wanted to stop me paying the ransom?

Would you mind unlocking it?

Ah, my dear Colonna.

Just in time.

We're about to see what
five million euros looks like.

A pity, of course, that the Minister
had to be embarrassed like this,

but if you recall,

my recommendation to assign
someone better was overruled.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

I won't.

- What is this?
- Oh, this?

It's a selection of newspapers
from the bar across the way.

It's a nice place. You should try it.
They do a good negroni.

Be serious. Where would someone
like me get five million euros?

Precisely. It's ridiculous.

- Explain yourself!
- That won't be necessary, Chief Heuber.

Detective Zen enjoys
the full confidence of the Ministry.

From now on, he has complete
autonomy over the Miletti case,

and he will handle it
as he sees fit.

Okay if I...?

You incompetent arse.

- Aurelio?
- Yeah?

- Where's the money?
- What money?

I'm glad to see you're safe.

Listen, I have to go.

I'm in court this afternoon
with Luca. But...

- I'll see you tonight, I hope?
- Yeah.

How the hell did you
get out of that one?

It's a long story. Look, someone
called the police on me yesterday.

- I'd quite like to know where the call came from.
- Absolutely. Er, Aurelio...

I think Tania Moretti
might be interested in you.

Why? What have you heard?

Well, Moscati's put some
money on you, with Romizi.

Sleeping with her.

Yesterday.

- Right.
- And obviously, he used to be her boss.

So I thought
he might know something.

No.

No, he's going senile.

Zen.

If you screw up again,
we'll kill him.

Erm...

So, what happened?

Between you and me,
I think someone wants Miletti dead

and they're hoping you're
going to do it for them.

- I'm assuming you're not that stupid.
- I'm not stupid at all.

- So why did you kill the lawyer?
- We didn't.

He was followed to the RV on a bike.

The guy that shot him
took the money.

What did the guy on
the bike look like?

I think that's your problem.

You still got the money?

- Yeah.
- Where did you get it?

Slush fund in used notes.

- What do you care?
- I care if it's real.

The people that matter,
they want Miletti back alive.

They don't care about
the money or the law

- and they certainly don't care about me.
- That's hard to believe.

Isn't it?

- Why should I trust you?
- I don't know.

I can't think of a reason.
I don't suppose you can either.

2.30, Piazza del Popolo.

Thanks.

You got away with it once.

Next time, you're not
going to be so lucky.

Just give me the money, will you?

If there's anything you need...

Call someone else.

Good afternoon.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Detective.

You're early.

You want me to come back?

No, it's all right.

The people who took Miletti are
not connected in Rome, Naples,

Milan or Sardinia.

Nor are they mafia,
Camorra or anything else.

And believe me, the Arcutis asked.

- Who are they, then?
- That's what I'm telling you. Nobody knows.

They must be foreigners.

No, they're definitely Italian.

In that case, they're not criminals.

Not criminals?

Not proper ones, anyway.

Thanks, Angelo.
You've been very helpful.

Yeah?

The anonymous tip-off yesterday,

it came from one of the landlines
at the Miletti house.

Thanks.

Detective, this is outrageous.

We should be kept properly informed
of all developments in the case.

- Yes, I'm sorry.
- You're sorry?

I doubted your competence
from the start.

No, you're right.
You deserve to know the truth.

Well, I am now at liberty
to inform you

that top-secret negotiations between
the kidnappers and the government

at the very highest level have
just been successfully concluded.

Your father will be released tonight.

What?

He's alive?

Yes.

That's fantastic.

So the ransom was paid?

There was no ransom.

This was never about money.
That was just a smoke screen.

For what?

Do you mind? I can't really tell you.

- But the money you showed us...
- That was all fake, naturally.

I'm a serving police officer.

I can't be caught paying off
murderous criminals.

My career would be over.

But you were arrested!

Well, let's just say
it appeared that way.

I can't really go into it.
I'm sure you'll understand.

What I can tell you is this...

Once your father is safely home,
the kidnappers will be brought to justice

for the murder of Francesco Pirotta.
I promise you.

- Do you want to talk about it?
- No.

Luca's a nightmare.

And his lawyer's a bitch.

The judge is an idiot.

Everything's a problem,
everything's an argument.

He won't sell the flat,
which he hates even more than I do!

I'm sorry.

I know it's hard for you
being with me.

The truth is I met you too soon.

My life is a mess, and I'm a mess.

I should have kept my big
mouth shut in that restaurant

and left you alone.

I'm glad you didn't.

I booked us a table tonight
at your new favourite restaurant.

The one with white truffle penne?

Trust me, it's better than sex.

No, look, when I said
"better than sex",

I obviously meant sex in general.

In other words, the sex
that other people have.

Not, obviously,
the sex that we have...

which is obviously much,
much better than a plate of pasta.

How was your day?

Fine, thanks.

What about the kidnapping?

I'm expecting a call any minute now
to tell me he's been released.

- Really?
- Well, you know,

hoping, hoping.

You're a genius!

Well, let's not speak too soon,
thank you very much.

Did you hear about Moscati
putting a bet on us?!

I couldn't believe it!
Cheeky bastard!

It's outrageous, a public servant
abusing a position of trust

to get a bit of extra cash
for himself.

- Unheard of!
- We should get something on ourselves.

First thing tomorrow.

Yeah.

It should be possible.

But think of the code of conduct.

I know, it's shocking.

Get off!

Luca!

Luca...

Luca, no.

Please.

Put the gun down.

Luca...

No...

No!

Oh, Jesus!

Tania?

Tania, I just spoke
to the hospital.

Your husband's still alive.

What? There was blood everywhere.

Yeah, the bullet passed through
the skull at an angle

without doing too much damage.

I don't know what the prognosis is,
but they're operating.

Thank you.

Er, there's something else, Aurelio.

We just had a call.

Ruggiero Miletti's been found.

He's dead.

Beaten to death
with something heavy.

Massive cranial trauma.

I don't understand.

I'm sorry, Aurelio.

Okay.

My phone.

Where's my phone?

I left it in my car.
I left my phone in my car.

I'll get it.

It's all right.

Aurelio?

Yeah.

Zen. Close the door.

Have you seen the papers?

All of them lead with
the murder of Ruggiero Miletti.

Others have a photograph of you
and my secretary at a crime scene

after your sordid liaison
ended in an orgy of violence.

You have failed the Milettis,
you have failed the Minister

and you have shamed the department.

You are suspended
until further notice.

When you eventually return,
it will be at a much more suitable level.

I have worked something out
about the kidnappers.

Close the door as you leave.

Listen, I think I've worked
something out about the kidnappers.

I think they're ex-military.

We know that they're not known
to any criminals,

we know that one of them
referred to the drop off as the "RV".

- That's military slang.
- Soldiers?

There's more.
We know from their accents

that they come from
somewhere around here.

It gets better.

The Alpine regiments, they only
ever recruit from their own areas.

That means we can specifically
pin it down to one brigade.

So all we have to do, if we
get the army lists for that brigade,

find out who left
in the last twelve months,

then the men we're looking for will
be on that list, I guarantee it.

Heuber wants us looking
at known kidnappers.

Vincenzo Fabri.

Oh, hey, baby.

Yeah, yeah, no, I know.

I know. It's not going to be for
too much longer, I promise you.

Listen...

About the sweepstake.

Although, technically speaking,

the prize was payable
to the first person to,

er, copulate with Tania Moretti,
technically speaking,

it was only open to people
in the building,

and the thing is, you're
not in the building any more.

Technically speaking.

So, Miletti's dead
and my money's gone.

Is that a fair summary
of our situation?

Do tell me you have a plan.

Goodbye, Detective.

Mrs. Pirotta.

Detective.

Thank you for coming.

I hear they killed Miletti as well.

I wish I could say I was sorry.

I think that's probably
why they're not here.

I told them not to come.
I said they wouldn't be welcome.

I hope you don't mind,
but I'd like to speak to you again.

I have some questions about Francesco
and his work I'd like to ask.

I read in the papers
you had been suspended.

Er, yes.

Temporarily.

Well, if you think it's necessary.
Excuse me.

I just wanted to say...

I haven't given up.

I won't give up until I've found
the people that killed your husband.

Thank you.

Hello?

We left him alive.

Ruggiero Miletti.

- He was absolutely fine.
- Really?

For kidnapping we're risking five years,
for murder it's life.

Someone is using us
and they've been using us all along.

You were supposed to call me
when you were about to release him.

We did!

But it just kept ringing.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

So then we called the family.

What?! Who did you speak to?

What do you want?

Well, I came to offer
my condolences to your family

and to apologise for
my failure to save your father.

Trust me, I feel it very deeply.

I think you should go now.

But then I found out the kidnappers
called here last night

and told you where your
father was, after which

about an hour later,
he was beaten to death.

That's not true.

Yes, they called me,
to say he was dead.

They said that they'd killed him and
they told us where to find his body.

The thing is, I don't think you're
physically strong enough

to have killed your father like that.

- They killed him!
- Cinzia!

- Stop it now. It's over.
- Don't touch me!

Silvio insisted on going
to pick his father up.

He wanted to be
the one who rescued him.

It was his big moment, some
kind of reconciliation with him.

But he can't drive.

So Cinzia had to take him.

It wasn't his fault.

Daddy just started shouting at him.

He said that he'd messed up
all the negotiations.

He said he was a failure.

He shouldn't have said that.

Poor Silvio.

It wasn't fair.

Help!

Help! Please help!

- Step away, please.
- I found him like this. He took all his pills.

No, he's alive. Can you help, please?

Can I have an ambulance?

No, no, no, family only.

Hey! Bitch!

Bitch, come back!

Bitch! Bitch!

I suppose it's my duty
to testify against him.

It's the right thing to do.

This was a long time coming.

Ruggiero just
didn't like his own son.

He gave him lots of money
but never any respect,

never any time,

never any love.

It's very sad.

It must be.

You know, my father,

he worked in a slaughterhouse.

I served in the army.

I started off in
the shipping department.

I put myself through night school,

I clawed my way from
the very bottom, step by step.

So do you really think
I should feel sorry for Silvio?

He couldn't even kill himself.

Bravo, Zen.

And what a comeback
after last night's flop.

I must admit,
I'd quite written you off.

The lawyer's still dead, isn't he?

Oh, for God's sake, cheer up.

I can't wait for the trial.

Scandal!

It'll be the social event of the year.

I owe you, Detective.

Well, in that case, I'll take it now.

Luca La Guardia.

If he survives. Sure. You want life?

No.

On the contrary,
I expect the Prosecutor's Office

to take the most
lenient possible view.

Wake up, Zen, he's going
to have to do some time.

Yeah, sure, just not very long.

Crime of passion, diminished
responsibility, that sort of thing.

In return, I want you to get him
to grant his wife's divorce

and to drop any claim
he has on her property.

That's a big favour.

I think I'd need something else
to sweeten the deal.

Chief Heuber's head.

On a plate.

You're bluffing.

How?

Hi.

I was going to call you.

I'm going home for a few days.

Maybe longer.

There's a flight this evening.

Zen, I need to be alone.

I need to think about my life.

For a long time,
I hid behind my marriage.

I used to tell myself that
Luca was holding me back...

But now I wonder if it wasn't me.

Okay.

I'll wait.

I meant what I said on the phone.

Me too.

Take care.

I thought I'd find you here.

- Feeling sorry for yourself?
- No, I'm not feeling sorry for myself.

Everything's peachy.

Right, so, why don't you come over

and I'll make that Venetian risotto
you love with the vile fish?

- Goby?
- Mm. No-one else eats it.

- Yeah, all right.
- Come on.

But first I want to go over

and see the widow of
that lawyer that got shot.

- You're suspended.
- It's okay, it'll be unofficial.

But there's something
funny going on,

and I think it's
something to do with his work.

Don't worry, it's only round the corner.
I'll come round later.

Right. No-one'll touch it.
Not even the dog.

Very good.

I mean, that's really
quite brilliant, actually.

In one go, you get rid of
an inconvenient husband

and you get five million
off the Milettis.

Even better, you get
the grieving little widow

to give you an alibi.
You stay where you are.

I'm surprised it didn't
occur to me sooner.

But then again, I am just
a middle-aged journeyman det...

Quick!

- Kill him!
- What?

Urgh...

You killed Francesco!
What's the difference?

Oh, you pussy!

If you haven't got the balls
to do it, then I have!

Get the car.

Go! Go! Now!

Carlo Fagioli and the widow Pirotta.

Who'd have thought it? You know they
both belonged to the tennis club?

I feel I should congratulate you,
but one has become so jaded

by your recent wizardry
that mere brilliance seems humdrum.

- Thank you very much.
- And you never got the money back.

No, I never did.
But you've come out of it all right.

The Minister made a principled stand
against the evils of kidnapping,

even though it cost him a staunch
political ally and a close friend.

There is that, of course.

And now the family's assets have
presumably been unfrozen,

there's no reason why Cinzia can't
continue the family tradition

of generous political donations.

I suppose she appreciates the value
of the work we do in government,

lonely and thankless as it is.

Knowing you, I can see you working out
the potential value of this latest service.

- Come now.
- Oh, yes.

You're wondering just how politically
expedient Heuber's appointment really is.

Well, seeing as you mention it,
I do feel sorry for Leo Moscati.

Unfortunately, he was expendable.
Heuber is not. Really?

- Really?
- Sad, of course, but there it is.

In this case, you will find five million euros in

used and untraceable notes
of varying denominations.

I'm sure I don't
need to spell it out.

Nevertheless, Amedeo,
I'd be grateful if you did.

I see.

Sad, of course, but there it is.

Your career would be gone
in the blink of an eye.

My career's already gone.

You see, Amedeo,

I no longer have anything to lose.

Merciful heavens!

Goodbye, Chief Heuber.

Oh, by the way,

we shagged on your desk.

Silvia, can you send in Detectives
Fabri, Romizi, De Angelis, please?

I'm sure I speak for all of us, Boss,

in congratulating you on
your richly-deserved promotion.

Moscati's back in a couple of months,
but in the meantime,

I want the names, ranks and
service records of anyone who left

the Tarcento Brigade of the Alpine
Army Corps in the last twelve months.

On my desk in an hour.

- Yes, Boss.
- Thanks.

Oh, and Romizi?

Technically speaking,
you owe me some money, don't you?

I had to pay that skunk
Moscati two and a half grand!

Close the door on your way out.

Chief Zen.