- Would you like to dance? - No, thanks.
A message for you.
Thank you.
I CAN'T COME. TAKE CARE.
Did he stand you up?
What's that to you?
Well, if you've been stood up, I might... fill in for him.
I'm alone as well...
...if you know what I mean...
Let's dance.
I think we hit off perfectly.
The nice thing about these places is that you can make friends easily.
But a hot chick of your caliber seems a little wasted around here.
I know a much more convenient place where we...
Huh, what do you think?
Kiss me.
Now take your hands off my butt, asshole, and bring me to the exit.
Let me go!
Damn fucking shit!
Ms. Marisa is on the phone. She's asking for you.
Tell her I'm already on my way to New York.
Very well.
- Good evening. - Evenin'.
Raimondo? Are you there?
Raimondo!
- Hi. You already know the cause of death? - Lethal blow to the throat.
Tear of the aorta.
More blows to the chest and the belly area.
Various cuts in her face.
Probably to render the victim unidentifiable.
- Or maybe the act of a maniac. - Could be.
Any traces of sperm? Evidence of rape?
No. Positively not.
Your turn, Mr. District Attorney.
You already asked everything there is to ask.
Who's in charge here?
Everything was in order. He gave me his ID...
...and told me the girl was his daughter.
Sure, an identification card as genuine as a 60 lira coin.
And the girl forgot her ID at home, right?
- For how long were they here? - For five days.
But they slept here for two days max.
That's the truth. I swear.
Fine, fine, you'll have to take a look at some mug shots at the department.
Dottore, you do feel the heat as well. And then all those ugly faces.
- And I sure ain't no physiognomist. - You hear, Listri, she's no physiognomist.
Come on, let's get some coffee.
The forensics guys sure need another half an hour.
If nobody gives us a hint, we have nothing to go on.
Yeah, but we have to do something.
At least, we have to find out the girl's name.
Sure, we'll do the usual.
Check the ID, which will be fake...
...the fingerprints, which will be numerous but irrecognizable...
...and finally a look at the reports of missing minors...
...which are way too unspecific, until the poor thing is buried...
...and the procedure will follow soon after.
I think we have to look for the killer in the red-light milieu.
Fiorentina, that whore!
Why? You think she's from Florence?
Nonsense. I was talking about Fiorentina, the soccer team.
They lost the game yesterday, and screwed up my bet.
Shit, I've been playing the soccer lottery for 20 years, and never won!
If only 10.000 lira. But no, nothing!
Stop the thief! Stop the thief! Fucking thief! Bastard! Stop him! Stop!
My golden lighter was in it, too!
- You better call the police. - Hey, Dottore, don't sweat it!
There's hardly any honest folks around here. Just thieves and hookers!
And cops.
Yeah, yeah, I get it.
But I don't give a shit.
Yeah, I know. You can talk.
But I don't care, understood?
Yeah, yeah!
Sure, I understood. But I still don't give a shit!
Yeah, I ain't stupid.
Hard times my ass, I want me some good reserves.
Yeah, the cops were all lamers.
But how safe is all that for me?
My licence's on the line!
And I wanna reopen tomorrow.
You have to... Hello?
Hello?
Hello!
Hello?
- You know what happens to tenors? - Who are you?
Did you sing the whole opera or just an aria?
I didn't spill a thing. I swear.
You shouldn't swear on lies before you snuff it - that brings ill luck!
- What did you tell the cops? - I didn't say anything.
Just what I was supposed to say.
I didn't want to be involved in this dirty business!
Trafficking young girls is risky! I told Menga that!
The hookers at Lambro-Park weren't enough for him, he wanted a larger ring.
Menga's in for it, too. Where can I find him?
I don't know, I really don't.
- Who are you? - I'm your executioner...
...if you don't tell me where that fucking Menga is. Understand?
Only the police rings like that.
Open the door!
Come on, hurry up! Get going!
And no funny stuff.
Be good.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
We have to take another look at the room where the girl was killed.
- Won't take long, I hope. - Stay as long as you want.
The main thing is that I get to reopen this dump soon.
Depends on how you're involved in this case.
Damn it! Could anyone switch the light on?
- Hi Carmen! - Had a successful day, huh?
- Yeah right, totally bad. - Who are you kidding, you rascal?
- How many do you nick in a day? - Depends. Five or six.
- How much do you make on a re-sale? - 3,000 a radio.
I saw you rip that cop today - you're wasting your talent.
I'm offering you 50% off a big haul. You'll make 300,000 an hour.
- Are you in? - Don't know. What's it about?
Decide quick 'cause this car's hot...
...and there's lots of cops patroling today. - Alright, but would you at least tell me...
...whom I'm working for? - For the MYOS.
- And what does that stand for? - "Mind your own shit."
- What's your name? - Giannino, and you?
Paolo, also called Meningi.
Here, the one over there!
Stop the thief! Stop the thief! Stop them!
He stole all my takings!
Go fuck yourself!
- That's the fifth. Is that enough? - Don't know.
- How many hookers are at Lambro-Park? - Come on, let's take one more tour!
Greetings.
The queen's with her escort. Good evening.
Come on, take off! There's even more.
Quick, go get the bastard!
Stop the thief!
Come on, grab him!
Kick his ass!
Come on! Fuck him up real good!
Beat the crap out of that bastard!
You son of a bitch! You fucking thief! Take this!
Giannino!
Jump on!
Okay, that's my mom.
He's the nestling.
This is my little brother Cece.
- And that's Paolo. - Hello together.
- Good evening. - Hello.
We're originally from Southern Italy.
- And your father? - Well, my father got nailed.
He's in gaol at San Vittore. For another eight months.
- Shit happens. - Sure, but it's tough.
I'm the only one who's working.
- Is this handbag-night, or what? - That's none of your business!
No, it's K.O. Night.
- These should do even better. - But that's unsportive.
I just find it unsportive when the others use them.
Now check out that dirty hussy.
That's lots of bucks.
If I was a girl, I'd become a hooker.
Giannino, at least brace yourself in front of the little ones.
- Come with me! - But mama, I know what's a hooker.
What do you know? Go to bed.
And pray three Ave Marias to the Madonna as penance.
You can keep the dough. I'll settle for the address books.
- But... - I told you I'm working for the MYOS.
Just help me find a name in the books.
- Menga. - Menga... Menga...
Fucking shit! I can't see squat with the broken lens.
Take this. At least get your glasses fixed.
MILANESE TRADE UNION FOR HOME SERVICE STAFF
- Hi. - Hi.
- And? - Okay, listen.
The only number appearing in all address books is this one.
The ladies from Lambro-Park either have great demand for maids...
...or this is a retirement home for masseuses.
- Maybe we can rip some bucks here. - Listen, chap. What we're going to do...
...is my decision, got me? - Sure, Meningi.
I just wanna work. May I come up with you?
You do what I tell you. Now I tell you: Beat it, crystal?
- I'll call you when it's time. Now go. - Alright.
Please resort to the lady over there.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
- Good morning. - Hello.
Name, surname, address, please.
Now, do you prefer a salaried or a full-time attendant?
- Is there a director? - No, can I help you?
No, I want to talk to the man in charge.
Very well.
Excuse me, Miss, but this client insists.
I'm the director of this agency. How can I help you?
Well, I'm not sure. What do you have to offer?
A full-time attendant. That's better.
You must know, there's hardly any salaried maids anymore.
There's only hope if the apartment has no more than three rooms...
...and if you and your wife don't have any kids.
I don't even have a wife. But if I was looking for a wife...
...I sure wouldn't come here. - A full-time attendant then.
8 am to 15 pm, meals inclusive.
Thursdays and Sundays off. Thirteenth wage.
- Social security contributions? - Of course. Insurance, holidays, gratification.
Listen, I don't want a daytime but a nighttime attendant.
- A babysitter? - Yes, yes exactly. A babysitter.
- And in which district? - Sometimes here, sometimes there.
But not outside Milan. Our girls are all very young.
- Many students. - Students? Sounds good.
- And how much do I have to fork out for this? - 2,500 an hour.
Service ends at midnight.
At midnight? Is this the Cinderella service?
I'm afraid you came to the wrong address.
Distrust is good, but let's not overdo it. All I want's a babysitter.
One of those who look after kids who are a little older. You understand?
Sure. I already told you that you got the wrong address.
Leave now or I'll call the police.
- The police? But why? - Because this is a reputable business.
- Call 911. - Don't! For Heaven's sake!
I made a mistake. I was wrong.
See you! No, I mean goodbye.
Wait a minute!
- Call Raimondo. - Okay.
This car must be a museum piece. But you're not too shabby.
You shouldn't rely on appearances.
Come on, hop in.
- But... - I told you to hop in, not to get in.
It's stuck. Climb in through the roof.
That's funny.
- Piss off! - Give me your hand.
Did you know that three days ago, two crooks on a bike...
...stole everything I earned that night?
- You're kidding. - No, really.
Fasten your seat belt, the jalopy's souped-up. It's a rocket.
Not bad, that chassis. And look at that damper back there.
Now, if you wanna stay a while and allow yourself something good, that's 30,000.
Will you take dollars, too?
Dollars? Yes, sure. I also take dollars.
But...
...you have to pay on delivery.
So then, 50 dollars. You even make a profit, thanks to the exchange rate.
Well, not that much profit, darling.
Those ain't what they used to be either.
- But why are you carrying green bills around? - My boss pays me in dollars.
Petrodollars. He's Arabian with heaps of dough.
I drive him around in his limousine.
Why don't you introduce me?
No, you're not his type. He thinks women over 16 are grannies.
You know how much he'd pay even for one who's full of furuncles?
- 500,000. - Introduce me anyway.
For 500,000 lira, I'll fix him up with one who's still in measles age.
- Sure, whizkid, but what about me? - You're getting 10%.
20%.
- Aw man, leaves nothing for me. - You'd still get enough.
I'll give you the number of a friend of mine.
When you got something, call and ask for Paolo or Giannino, doesn't matter.
And now deliver, girl. After all, I paid you.
Fucking shit! There goes my glasses.
PORELLA'S SON KIDNAPPED
- Dr. Porella! Dr. Porella! - You're doing your work, but I'm tired.
Please understand! Please understand!
I asked the police to stop the investigation.
And now I'm asking you this:
Leave us alone, so that our son will return home unharmed.
- What's up? Another kidnapping? - What, you don't know him?
He's Porella, the chocolate king.
They snatched his son and want two billions ransom.
Don't you read the paper? Only the lottery guide?
Speaking of the soccer lottery: We could play more doubles this week.
But that would raise the stakes. Which calls for another taker...
...or it would be 10,000 each, and I'm not up for that.
Good, let's talk about that later. The chief wants to see me...
...and I'm sure, it's not about financing our lottery system. See you.
- Hey Teti. - Yes?
I want to look over the results of that girl's autopsy.
It's all in my office.
- Listen. - Yeah?
I just thought you might want to join in. We're planning a mega-bet.
Seven doubles and two triples.
I never played the soccer lottery in my life.
- Who is she? - The girl has the right age.
- Who cares about the rest? - Well, my boss wants fresh meat.
This one's first choice. Rarely used.
The girl's happy with 300,000. He pays for the service and the bribe.
- The rest's for us, but... - But?
But no tricks. There's a whole organization behind it.
Very serious people, who come straight to the point.
- Where shall I send the girl? - To the Park Hotel.
Remember, tomorrow at 4 pm sharp. Tell her to ask for Mr. Yussuf.
- Got it? Yussuf. - Yeah.
Didn't you have it repaired?
Oh shit! You could have been more careful. Come on, give it to me!
- Bye! - Bye.
- Hello. - Good evening. Can I help you?
Mr. Yussuf, please. I have an appointment.
Come in!
Good evening.
I said: "Good evening".
Evenin'.
I'll get changed over there.
Not bad.
- I'm not Mr. Yussuf. - What's that supposed to mean?
- Call him then. - Impossible, he's on a business trip.
- That cost me my afternoon. - Don't worry about the check.
He left it here.
Seems like a real gentleman.
Well, since it's payed for...
If you want to benefit from it...
I don't want to betray Mr. Yussuf's trust.
- That would be retarded. - Don't you like me?
Let's have a little chitchat first.
How old are you?
Old enough.
Why are you in this profession?
- That's hardly a profession. - So then it's a hobby.
- I'm collecting stamps. - Oh yeah? Far out.
Then stick one on your ass and send yourself to New York...
...'cause you're getting on my nerves.
- May I go now? - One moment.
Who are you bringing the money?
Since I earned it with so little sweat...
...I'll donate it to the Organization for the Protection of Young Girls.
- Everything cool, Giannino? Over. - Yeah, yeah. I'm following her...
...on the Corso Buenos Aires. Over. - I'm coming down. Stay on guard.
Be hearing you. Over.
She's taking the subway at San Babila.
I'll report in, when I get out. Over.
Hello, you hear me? It's me, Giannino. You hear me?
- I can hardly hear you. Where are you? - She went out at Cascina Gobba.
I'm following her now.
- Keep an eye on her. I'm on the way. - Okay, I will.
Greetings.
She's walking the road bridge. She's walking the road bridge.
Alfonso Curti Street. Alfonso Curti Street 15. Got it?
Gotcha.
- What do you want? - The guy wasn't there.
But he left my money.
May I come in?
Yeah, but not for long. Understood?
I'll just stay 'til you've given me my share - I need money quick.
- And then I have to waste that hooker. - Fuck! It's not singed!
Didn't you see that it's not signed?
No, she didn't.
Come on, handsome. Hands up!
Hands up, I said!
- You sold me, huh? - No, no! I swear it!
I didn't tell him anything! He gave me the check!
But I didn't tell him anything!
Turn around, or I'll shoot you a second asshole!
Fuck off, if you don't want me to blow her stupid head off!
Fuck off!
This way. Drop the gun!
Drop it!
Stop playing the doormat. Get up, you're fine. Come on!
- Where am I? - Come on, get up.
Raimondo Menghini. Menghini? Menga!
Of course, it's him. Fucking shit!
Why the hell did he hide in this shithole?
Help me to get them out of here.
But they're dead.
If they were alive, I'd tell them to move!
Tough stuff, huh?
Go home, the whole thing's getting too big.
And you? What if the police comes?
Don't worry, I can manage. If I need you, I'll call you.
Here's some money.
Hey Giannino...
- Thanks. - Ah, get outta here.
Banque du travail de Suisse.
690,000 Swiss francs. Not too shabby, mister.
690,000.
Let's say 700,000 times 260...
That's about... 160 millions. Holy shit.
Not bad for a pimp.
Looky here. Planned on staying a while.
This is an extraordinary event in the history of television.
We are live at the house of Commendatore Porella.
The scenes are very moving. They're hugging their son...
... and cover him with kisses.
It's almost like their son has risen from the dead.
Commendatore, when have you been contacted for the very final time?
- Oh, don't remind me of it. - Now you're happy, aren't you?
- Absolutely. - My sweetheart.
Come on, I want a real nice, heartwearming closeup, got it?
I will now try to get one or two words from the lady.
- You're very exhausted, right? - Yes.
- Are you happy? - Very much.
And now we'll talk to the victim.
What can you tell us? It was a rough adventure, right?
Yes.
Where did they hold you captive for all that time?
At a hidden place. All windows were closed.
It was dark all the time.
Commendatore, where did you bring the ransom?
Well, where I was told to bring it.
But I don't... I don't want to talk about it anymore.
- I can't tell you anything else. - Commendatore, how much did you pay?
- A lot. - Could we at least...
That's enough. What he has to say, he'll tell us, the police, first.
Come on, step aside, please. The interview is over.
Get out! Everyone out!
We have to end the broadcast because the authorities don't want us to continue.
We'd like... we'd like to...
We'd like to apologize to the viewers.
- We apologize in this Italy... - A photo, please.
- Don't push! - Another hug, please.
- In this Italy! - Would you sit next to me?
With a little more emotion, Madam.
Menga!
Hey, where are you?
Freeze!
Fucking shit!
Holy shit. And how I was right.
Doublesail 21 calling all cars.
Porella's ransom was collected last night at the intended location.
A civil patrol car took up pursuit of a suspicious BMW...
... which returned from the Cascina Gobba district to Milan.
However, the pursuit was unsuccessful.
That's what happens when you're going on pursuit with a Fiat 500. Ridiculous.
... to intensify the search in that area.
But...
But, that's the thief who stole my golden lighter!
Quick, we'll catch him before he even knows it.
Hurry up now! Or he'll get away again!
Holy shit, those billions are heavy.
- Here I am! On time! - And with a police escort!
Can't you smell the stench you're dragging behind you?
- Come on, hurry! Throw it in the back. - Yeah.
Come on, get it!
That's him! And he has a partner.
Turn on the siren!
Go, go!
- What's inside that bag? - Two billions.
Two billions?
Unbelievable!
Come on, faster!
Who are you? Mandrake?
- Holy Giovanni Decollato. - Pray for us.
- Holy Rita of Cascia. - Pray for us.
- The Madonna of mercy. - Pray for us.
Hey Madonna!
...of divine love. - Pray for us.
Pray for us.
They're gaining on us! Step on it!
- Come on, throw the car door at them! - Alright.
- Bullseye! - Excellent!
If you pull a little on the other one, it'll fall off as well. Hurry!
- Direct hit! - Holy Mother of God!
You stupid idiot! You moron! Drive more carefully!
Damn!
Faster! Faster!
But slowly. Be careful.
- You can't just break like that! - You could've been more attentive!
- You killed my backlight! - Bullshit! Don't make such a fuss...
...about this trifle! - Someone crossed my lane!
- What could I do about it? - You could have braked less hard!
Come on, step on it!
Are you crazy? You're driving to the police station?
At least, my glasses survived this time.
- Good day, Inspector. - Hey fellas!
- Teti, how are you? - So it was you, Germi.
Always in the mood for a joke.
Madonna! I have a weak heart, you know.
I was afraid you wanted to talk me into a soccer bet.
- And why is this crook with you? - This one? He's my right hand.
Your right hand?
The other day, he ripped my bag with my golden lighter right out of my hand.
Impossible, I'm sure you're mistaking him for someone else.
But he looks just like him. You sure about this?
Positive as a lottery win.
You two! Help me to carry the bags inside.
You wait here. It won't be long.
- You're working for the state police? - Yes, exactly, for the state police.
But I rarely have to deal with guys like him.
Let's go, Teti.
That's the whole Porella ransom.
Exactly two billions. Not a lira missing.
Good.
The way you say that, it sounds like you regret it.
Almost.
Porella will now be terryfied of a reprisal.
I will have to justify that you worked undercover on that case.
And you'll have to explain why you killed that guy and slept at his house...
...without informing us. You expect me to be happy with that?
- Good afternoon. - Congratulations, you caught him.
- Who? That's Inspector Paolo Germi. - Germi belongs to a special squad...
...that inofficially investigates in kidnapping cases.
- Inofficially? Why? - Because in each case of kidnapping...
...the people involved ask us not to take any action.
So as not to endanger the life of the victim.
And offcially, we don't intervene. But inofficially, we're working on the case.
- But that's illegal. - So what are we supposed to do?
Twiddle our thumbs while people are being snatched in the street?
At least this way we get some results.
- For example? - For example, we now know...
...that the ones behind the murder of the girl in the boarding house...
...are in some way the Kidnappers Anonymous.
Kidnappers Anonymous was behind the death of the hooker?
Why not?
Right...
And while we're still in the dark, you already know the girl's name, right?
Marisa.
- Marisa what? - Marisa nothing.
I had just gotten a hint.
A certain Marisa who wants to talk. About a big deal.
I approached her in a dance hall. To no avail.
- When I saw her next, she was already dead. - Regrettably, we have two dead girls now.
The name of the second one is Floriana Gori.
Regrettably?
Then I have to assume that the second death is the result...
...of the inofficial investigation of the first.
Inspector Germi already told us what happened.
You'll find everything in his report.
Leaves the question why you didn't call us...
...after the two of them were dead, instead of spending the night there.
- Let's call it the 6th sense. - You can call it that.
I'd love to know what the papers will call it.
Was I supposed to take the two billions home?
You'd be in deep trouble then. The bills were all marked.
Exactly, I could have only used them as toilet paper...
...but for Kidnappers Anonymous, the money would've been fine?
You now how much ransom was payed this year?
20 billions. And all bills were marked, every single one of them.
Only very few turned up again.
And the kidnappings continue. How come?
Right, how come?
I guess they found a system to sell off their loot, right?
By mixing them with lots of normal bills to make any tracing impossible.
In my opinion, the true culprits can be found amongst those...
...who handle lots of money on a daily basis.
Banks, insurance companies, import-export houses.
I think that's enough.
Is this a proposal for investigation or to overthrow the government?
I'm just asking you not to magnify this story too much...
...and to protect my anonymity a bit longer.
I'll furnish the proof, then we'll see.
Your daughter stepped into a very dangerous environment.
Unfortunately, it's inevitable that we ask you a few questions.
You're the only one who can help us.
By the way, your daughter's murderer is now dead, and...
Did you know that he was a procurer?
Why? Why?
She had everything she wanted.
Ever since I lost my wife...
...I tried to give her everything I could.
At least, I thought I did.
- She was my only reason for living. - I'm sure, she was seduced.
Forced, maybe drugged, I don't know.
But in order to help us, you have to...
...tell us everything you can remember. - Yes, sure.
I know it's painful for you, but it's necessary.
Her friends, her boyfriends...
Everything you know that could give us a lead.
I'll try.
It's the one in the green t-shirt. Her name's Gloria.
She doesn't look very upset in view of her friend's death.
Man, that's so boring.
What's up, Cece?
Did we just come here to watch women?
- No way. What do you wanna do? - I wanna ride the holler coaster.
- Roller coaster, Cece. - Holler or roller, whatever.
My teacher says I'll be a hard grafter when I'm grown up, anyway.
Yes, you're right. Giannino will tend to the girls.
Alright. Let's go.
Get ready! We're going down!
Are you scared, Cece?
No!
Good boy.
Get down! Stay down!
What's going on?
- Down! Down! Down! - I'm scared! I'm scared!
Don't be!
- Take care of the boy! Don't move! - Yeah! Yeah!
Come on, we almost did it! We're almost there!
Take care of Cece!
Freeze!
NO TRESPASSING DANGER
- Bye, mom. - Don't be late.
Gloria, you know that I can't sleep when you're away.
Don't worry. I won't be late.
- Watch out! - Ouch, my ankle!
Ouch, my ankle.
- Need a hand? - No, thanks. Don't worry about it.
Gloria! What happened? Did you fall?
Don't worry, Madam. Nothing serious. She just sprained her ankle.
- May I? - I think I tripped.
- No idea how that happened. - Does it hurt? Now you call and tell them...
...you can't make it tonight. - Babysitter?
- Thanks, I can walk the rest of the way. - That's better anyway.
Why do you have to play the slave in other people's homes?
- You have everyhting, don't you? - Jeez, mom!
- Just tell me why you're doing this. - Maybe for the cigarettes.
Besides, a babysitter is no servant.
You say it in English, but it's still a servant.
Come on, hold on to me.
Come with me, Gloria, I'll put you to bed.
- Excuse me, who are you anyway? - Just someone who was passing through.
You're welcome!
- Why did it flop? - Because it flopped.
- We have to start over from scratch. - From scratch?
Yes, from scratch. I'm changing my method.
I'll re-visit all of them to see if they're still singing the same tune.
- You try to hook up with Gloria. - And how?
Don't play dumb. You get 50 bucks for each good info.
- Come on, let me in. - No, please. I'm tired.
- I'll give you 30,000! - No, some other time.
- 30,000! - I said no.
- 50,000! - I'm really tired. Forget it.
- Be nice, at least give me a kiss. - Jeez.
- I'll see you tomorrow. - Yeah, yeah. Tomorrow.
- Tomorrow, I'll come earlier. Bye. - Yeah, right. Tomorrow. Bye.
The nags are not only out there... but in here as well.
What a shock.
I'm suffering from a weak heart.
I guess you meant from high heels. With stilts like these...
But this ain't nothing yet. What comes now should interest you.
But I have nothing to do with it! I swear I don't know anything!
It wasn't my fault! I lost my share, just like you!
I want my share of the two billions.
- Two what? - Two billions! Those from the chocolate king.
But I don't even eat chocolate! I don't know anything!
I don't eat any! I get rashes from it!
Listen, when I strike a blow, it's much worse.
Come on. Strain your head for once, instead of your pussy.
Who was Menga working for?
They'll kill me.
Better die tomorrow than right now. Come on, talk!
He... works alone.
He ran an agency. Milanese Trade Union for Home Service Staff.
I know, but that was the cover for trafficking teenage girls!
- What's behind all this? - I have no idea!
- What should I know about it? - Come on!
It's the truth.
You shouldn't leave a lot of money around.
Especially not hidden in the TV. The thieves around here are very resourceful.
You paid me with my own money! What kind of bastard are you?
One from the state.
- Hey, just a second! - I'm sorry. We're closed.
CLOSED
OPEN
- You lied. - Who are you?
- May I come in now? - What do you want?
What are you up to? Who are you?
What do you think you're doing?
Come on, go stand in the corner, and don't play the big fucking man!
Help! No!
Get out of my way and don't make a row!
I'm the one making the noise!
- What's this all about? - Piss off, bitch!
Stop! Hands up! Don't move!
You get into that corner, too! You moron!
You're crazy! What do you want?
What's the name of the dead girl in the boarding house?
What girl? Which boarding house?
- Shall I jog your memory? - I know nothing. We've nothing to do with it.
We're just employees.
- The owner passed away. - I already now that.
- What do you know? - Zip it! Stay calm!
Against the wall, all of you! You have 30 seconds to answer!
Keep an eye at the clock and check the time. Just like on TV:
30 seconds for the right answer. Whoever makes a mistake, snuffs it!
Name, surname and reason for the killing of the girl.
- 25 seconds. - You're not planning on killing us, are you?
- 22 seconds. - That's murder.
- We know nothing. - 18 seconds.
16 seconds.
12 seconds.
10!
5 seconds.
1 second.
Damn shame. Time's up.
Marisa Pesce! Motive unknown!
- Come again? - Her name's Marisa Pesce, the banker's niece.
I don't know the motive! I just don't know!
Why don't you tell me something, too?
That wouldn't hurt anybody. Tell me about the billions.
All I can say is that I know nothing. Because I really don't know.
You... you probably don't believe me. Just kill me!
I do believe you.
It figures that a punk like you wouldn't get close to a billion-lira-deal.
- Well done. - Thanks.
You may call the police now.
Last time, I was able to calm him down and work things out.
But this time, nobody will stop him.
He said he won't tolerate further investigations with your methods.
- And even... - May I?
Come in, Mr. District Attorney! As you see, Inspector Germi is here, too.
- Please take a seat. - You're the one I'm looking for, Inspector.
Trespassing, housebreaking, devastation, multiple assault...
...threat with a gun, attempted murder.
All according to a report of a domestic agency. You know anything about that?
Only the necessaries. Lock them all up.
There were bullets in the walls which are now being examined.
Save yourself the trouble. Those bullets are mine.
And follow my advice: Put them behind bars.
Mr. Superintendent, I must advice you...
...that I'm forced to take action against the so-called Inspector Germi.
Well, Germi, do you have anything to say?
- It was self defense, right? - No, it was "self offense".
You see...
I found this in the agency.
It belonged to this Menghini, alias Menga. Take a look.
Bank accounts with almost one million francs.
Quite a lot for people who just peddle hookers and maids.
And all from the same Swiss bank that attracted my attention at his hideout.
Yes, yes.
Okay.
But it's not okay that you're shooting at people in that district.
But it's not okay either, that the people in that district shoot at me.
Oh, excuse me. It's a little late.
I have an appointment with Gaudenzio Pesce, the banker.
- You know him? - Of course. Sure I know him.
And don't you get in his way.
Or he'll set Milan, Rome, the priests, the CIA and God knows who on our backs.
- Mr. Superintendent, I have to move on. - Excellent, me too.
Listen, why don't you come along? Then you won't have to worry so much.
This time, I'll behave. I promise.
- Why do you want to meet Gaudenzio Pesce? - Didn't I tell you?
The murdered girl at the boarding house was his niece.
Yes, it's her.
- It's definitely her. - Are you absolutely sure?
Yes, she was my niece.
But to me and my wife, she was like a daughter.
She lived with us for three years after her parents...
...lost their lives in a plane crash.
Then she wanted to live alone. You know what today's youths are like.
They never want to be in somebody's debt.
And I couldn't do anything to stop her from leaving us.
Even though...
...even though we gave her all our devotion and aspirations.
We don't have children on our own.
Who could have done it? How could that happen?
I actually expected this question earlier.
I mean, I expected this to be your first question.
Your niece was found murdered in a room of a disreputable boarding house...
...frequented by prostitutes. - Marisa a?
No, no. Maybe she was a mistress.
She was liberal, just like all young people today, but...
...but I don't believe that she sunk so low. Impossible.
Marisa knew something, she wanted to talk. That's why she was killed.
- When did you see her last? - Well, to be precise...
Right, I haven't seen her for several weeks.
Even though I tried to keep an eye on her from afar...
...and to always stand by her.
Then I flew to New York.
Help!
My father told me to pray to the Holy Rosalia instead of going to the police.
He doesn't live in Milan.
Yeah, good. I understand. Now stop thinking about it.
Seen, read and signed. Please sign it.
- Where shall I sign? - Right here.
- Okay, that's it. - Now I demand protection.
- The killer might come back for me. - Yeah, right. A killer with dark glasses.
We don't do photofits of sunglasses.
- We'll never get him with your testimony. - Maybe the day you win the lottery.
Was it someone wearing mirrored sunglasses?
Yes, exactly.
- Did he have long, blonde hair? - Yes, exactly. That's him. I swear!
- How are you doing that? - You do what you can.
- Take her away! - Come on, let's go!
They're getting rid of the witnesses because they're afraid.
And they're afraid because we're closer to the truth than it seems.
I saw the man with the glasses chasing after Marisa Pesce.
And you can be certain that he'll pop up again.
There's nobody here.
I told you to lock them up.
Now they scrammed and killed all the others.
But don't worry.
The only thing that still lies heavy on their stomachs, is me.
Let's hope that gives them a hiccup.
- There he is! - It's him. It's really him.
- May I go? - Sure, go!
Hey, did you get yourself a new dyane?
All new, with green camouflage and absolutely bulletproof.
Didn't I tell you to keep away from me?
- It's gotten dangerous. - Hey, I got big news for you!
- Let's hear it. - I checked out Gloria.
She told me she was friends with Marisa Pesce.
Let's go!
We were just about to leave. We thought no one's home.
- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.
No, thanks. We can manage.
My husband left this morning. I don't know when he'll return.
Just a formality, Madam. A serious crime has been reported.
- A crime? - Yes, you tormented a cat.
- A cat? - Yes.
Incredible, but we also have to deal with things like that.
Old Mrs. Molinari, the rag-and-bone woman...
... who used to be in the service of the countess Ester- your husband's mother...
Well done. Now pretend you're making out.
If they see you around me, you might be in danger.
Easy, Giannino, the girl must be able to talk to me.
- So? - Floriana wanted to get rich.
That's stupid, but understandable. Whereas Marisa Pesce had money.
- Why did she join that ring? - I don't wanna be a rat, understand?
I'd be the rat if I told your mother...
...that you're hustling instead of changing the diapers of rugrats.
Alright. They hated each other.
Who? Marisa and her uncle?
Two days before they killed her, we went to his office.
They talked for a while and she confronted him with lots of stuff.
She wasn't intimidated easily.
Then she told him she would expose him.
Two days before?
The banker said he hadn't seen Marisa in two weeks.
He fucked her since she was 13.
Floriana and I went frequently to his house to study.
He never missed an opportunity to hit on us.
- That's how it all started. - He did it with all three of you?
- What a pig! - What happened next?
One day we ran into a guy who worked for him. Menga.
He told us he ran an agency, and that we could make some money.
We accepted.
- Marisa too? - No, Marisa didn't.
Marisa wanted to make a deal with Menga.
- What kind of deal? - No idea.
She discovered something that had to do with her uncle's work.
- She blackmailed him with Menga's help. - Who was game in the beginning.
Well, he pretended to go along with it. And then he killed her.
- I don't know. - But I do.
And I also know what Marisa found out.
- And what? - None of your business.
Well, if you mean the drugs, I know about that.
- Drugs? - He left no vice untouched, huh?
Be quiet and keep your hands to yourself. What kind of drugs?
He gave us some white powder in his love nest.
Later, we found out what it was.
Get down!
OPEN CUPOLA EMERGENCY
Later...
Later you tell me who the hell you stole it from.
So I can thank the idiot for letting you steal it. Giannino!
Excellent!
You really try to keep in shape. Almost like a movie star.
How did you get in here?
Forgive me for not announcing my visit.
But I thought you don't wanna see me.
Because you tell a lot of lies.
I realize you have a certain sense of humor.
You're right. I have to lie all the time.
With all those nags around me.
You met Marisa two days before she was murdered.
But you told me that you hadn't seen her for a while.
You had a fight with her in front of your office.
- You must remember that. - You think so?
That's what I think.
Yes, certainly.
Of course, we had our differences from time to time.
Please, take a seat.
Problems in communication, my dear Inspector.
Generational differences.
I had to rebuke her once in a while.
At times, she wouldn't understand me, then I wouldn't understand her.
- Poor girl. - I understand.
And when did you rebuke her for the first time?
When she was 13?
- What are you getting at? - I'm just repeating gossip.
Marisa blackmailed you for your filthy hobbies, right?
Get out of here, right now.
I was way too tolerant with you. Stay away from me.
You can pass your orders only to those in your pay, Mr. Pesce.
Is that a proposition?
Maybe you could afford some new glasses if you were working for me.
I actually have some new glasses.
You recognize them?
Then put them on and kiss my ass!
You're not getting off that easy, Mr. Pesce.
Ernesto, escort the Inspector.
Please.
One last question:
Is the Banque du Travail de Suisse one of your trading partners?
- Yes, why? - Just asking.
If I should ever win a soccer bet, I know where to bank the dough.
I read your report. That's science-fiction.
And real bad one, too. Absurd!
Just because you found checkbooks from a certain bank in some crook's pockets...
...you want us to arrest the banker.
- And the orgies with the girls? - That's just the testimony of a little whore.
Besides, that has nothing to do with this. That's a different offense.
You don't even know why we should arrest him!
- He had his niece killed! - And how do you prove that?
Prove? What the hell do you want?
A notarially certified confession, signed and sealed by Gaudenzio Pesce?
We do have evidences. Let's begin with the banks.
I want a search warrant for all banks of the Pesce group!
- Including the Swiss ones! - Germi, you've gone insane!
If you think that's possible with these evidences, you're totally nuts.
Do you have any idea who Gaudenzio Pesce is?
Just one word from him and he sends us packing.
You, me and the entire justice department of the republic!
Powerful or not. All are equal before the law.
Yeah, right. All are equal. But some are more equal than others.
That's why we need proofs, lots of proofs, mountains of proofs, as big as...
Then Italy stays the cradle of justice!
And justice shits in it!
I told you many times that I don't need you anymore, clear?
I'm through with my special investigations.
From now on, I'll go to the office, warm up the chair and do soccer bets!
What? Now that I've decided to give up stealing and become a cop?
You, a cop? Are you crazy? You're a good boy.
- Get a real job. Listen to me! - Aw, bite me!
Good, that sounds much better. And thank you.
I owe you my life.
Well, I'm in your debt as well.
Gloria and I... If it wasn't for you...
Splendid, then I actually hooked you two up. Alright, see you. I have an appointment.
- Bye. - Bye.
I trust that I haven't disturbed you too much, Inspector.
You came from your office in Lugano simply to bring me a letter?
Couldn't you send it by mail?
My anonymous client wanted me to deliver it personally.
- 100,000 for the bearer? - Swiss francs.
100,000 Swiss francs. More than 25 millionen lira.
- And what shall I do in exchange? - My client...
...says, you could buy a new pair of glasses.
I see.
Alright, tell Mr. Pesce that I want glasses made of gold, and this won't suffice.
I'm afraid, I have no idea who you're talking about.
Nevertheless, my client anticipated the possibility of a refusal.
500,000?
- Let me calculate that. - About 130 millionen lira.
There isn't a third envelope now, is there?
Alright, tell...
...tell Mr. Pesce I'll get two pairs.
I'm asking you what this means.
It's written, described and signed.
My suspicions were unfounded. I made a mistake, and hereby resign.
I always supported you.
Sometimes, I even risked my position. And that's how you thank me?
- How much did he offer you? - Offer? Who?
- You sold yourself! - Come on, Mr. Superintendent.
- Who would... - You know damn well.
Are you hinting at Gaudenzio Pesce?
Careful with your assumptions, Mr. Superintendent.
You're accusing without any proof. That's science-fiction.
You're practizing science-fiction of the worst kind.
Listen, I'm getting payed to stand for a lot of things, but not your sarcasm!
You resigned? Good, then get out!
If you have to serve the employer...
...you can at least make him pay you well, right?
- Hello. - Working class.
- What did you say? - I'm retiring to private life.
And leave you behind in this hole with your 300 a month.
- You hear that? - Must have won the lottery. He's got it.
Colombian prime?
Colombian prime.
First they sweat it out, then they fill up again, these knuckleheads.
Remember this in Rome: Oil the wheels real neat.
- Yes. But they're always asking for more. - And we give it to them.
Money is never an obstacle. Don't you forget that!
And how's your petroleum business?
Looks like they're going to abate five lira of taxes per liter.
What a joy!
And I already have 10,000 labourers working short-time.
Without the profits of the Pesce bank, I'd be already sunbathing in the Caribbean.
Tomorrow, I'm going to Zurich.
At Lloyd's there's a complete list of kidnapping insurance policies.
Beats the yellow pages, doesn't it?
When I return, it's getting back to business. I count on...
...about ten billions in three months.
And without risks and interferences from now on.
In a couple of hours, we'll settle the score with all of them.
- Hi. - Hi!
Sorry for being late.
I found this package at the conciergerie.
The card must be inside. Who knows who sent it to me?
I sure didn't. I'm totally broke.
Now, jump on. Open it later. I wanna see the movie from the beginning.
We're not sure he'll make it. His body shows no reaction.
- And the girl? - We can't help her, unfortunately.
She lost too much blood. Maybe it's better this way.
They carried a bomb with them.
Someone should stop these maniacs.
With all these bombs and drugs, soon everyone will perish.
Yes.
Yes, someone has to stop them.
Thank you.
Yeah, hello.
Yeah, I'm in Iselle. I'm coming from the Simplon Pass.
In about an hour.
Yeah, it's easier to keep a low profile here, and there's less nags running around.
I have to hang up, I'm passing a tunnel. You can't hear anything in there.
I'll be calling you from Switzerland. Bye.
Take care of it.
I don't like this guy.
- As I see, you got some nice, new glasses. - Yes.
- But I'll arrest you anyway. - You're insane.
- On what charge? - Possession and trafficking of drugs.
What?
Just take a look at these photos.
It was fun to mug you in your love nest.
In the company of girls under 16 years and copious quantities of cocaine.
The negatives are in a safe place.
And if I don't make a call from Briga in the next 30 minutes...
...ten newspapers will publish the news this evening.
These photos are pretty much worthless.
Maybe they're good for a scandal, but you need the drugs for an arrest.
You actually think, I'd be stupid enough as to leave this stuff around?
And do you think I'm stupid enough to not having thought about that?
There are drugs in your love nest. I give you the word of a cop.
I put them there.
And very soon, an investigator of the narcotics department will find them.
Shades of Al Capone.
They got him on income tax charges.
I'm going to jail for a bit of cocaine.
Ridiculous.
Very well.
How much?
There was one death too many in this story...