No, the Case Is Happily Resolved
Help!
Stop!
Good morning.
- Where's the police station around here? - The police?
Turn around. Towards the village.
- Thanks. - You're welcome.
- Listen. - What do you want?
- Will you move it? - Come on, get out of here.
I'm going, I'm going.
- Good evening, Fabio. - Good evening.
Your wife went to the pictures with your daughter.
- Thanks. - Do you need anything?
No.
Hello?
Police.
I want to report a serious incident.
Your name?
Hello? Your name?
- There's someone who wants to see you. - What do they want?
- He says it's urgent. - Show him in.
No, you're quite right but when things go wrong...
the press take it out on us.
Please, have a seat.
- Ranieri. - Zarilo.
Please.
I teach maths and physics at Cesare Battisti high school.
I have a boat on lake Grasciano.
I was there this afternoon.
Go on.
In a nearby grove of reeds someone committed an atrocity.
Continue.
- Can I remain anonymous? - Okay, you have my word.
It was around four in the afternoon.
I was resting on my boat.
When all of a sudden I heard a woman calling for help.
I ran outside.
In the nearby grove of reeds, about a hundred metres away...
I saw a man...
he was beating her with a stick, or a bar.
He beat her like an animal.
Please, continue.
I'm sorry, commissioner, but it was so horrible.
- Over there? - Yes, but stay fifty metres inland.
- Carmine. - Yes?
Make sure the men follow the instructions from forensics.
No, I was talking to Carmine. No, it's all done.
Over here!
- They found her, come with me. - Is it necessary?
It's the law.
Nothing surprises us, believe me.
You did your duty.
Now it's our turn.
- Sign here. - Prepare the press statement...
and make sure his name doesn't get out.
I'm sorry, professor, but formalities can often be upsetting.
This woman was killed at four in the afternoon.
- Yes, thereabouts. - Then why did you come three hours later?
You could have gone straight to the police in Grasciano.
We may have had time to set up roadblocks, don't you agree?
Lack of faith in justice, perhaps?
No, confusion, horror.
I drove around for a long time without knowing what to do...
then my lawyer advised me to come straight to you.
I understand. One last effort, professor...
Try to remember that license plate.
No, it's impossible, it was too far away.
But I do remember the colour.
I'm sure it was a light grey Mini Minor, but the license plates...
What about the killer, did you get a good look at him?
A thin young man, around thirty.
He was wearing fishing boots, light blue jeans, and a red checked shirt.
He had an average face, brown hair...
a moustache, well-groomed.
Cinzia!
I wonder if they've found her.
I'm sure they've found her.
She might be in all tomorrow's papers.
Why did this have to happen to me?
Great, omelette and vegetables.
What are you doing, eating at this hour?
I'm hungry-
Cinzia, something happened today that I don't understand.
- Cinzia. - Yes?
- Is Simonetta asleep? - She's asleep, she's always sleeping.
She's asleep in the morning, you come back late, you never see her.
Bread.
She doesn't exist for you, and what do you care about me?
- I could very easily... - Bread!
They see me alone, on Sunday, at the cinema.
People might start to think.
- Haven't you ever wondered if I... - Can I have some bread?
Here...
Now you've woken her.
I'm thirsty.
- Hey, daddy's girl. - Goodnight.
Thanks.
'Naked Woman Found Murdered in the Groves'
No trace of the mysterious killer.
No trace!
I'll give them a hand. A nice little anonymous letter.
Fifty four blows, poor girl.
The usual sex maniac.
Turn it up.
"...able to identify the killer. According to this eyewitness...
"they're looking for a young man from Rome who was seen in the area."
"The police are continuing their investigations."
Hi, Jimmy, have you got the evening edition?
What witness? There was no one there.
Brown hair, moustache, Mini Morris...
That's me.
No, I'm going to the police to explain everything.
What if they saw my license plate.
ZOO
Someone saw me running away and thought I was the killer.
This isn't right. Where did I put them?
I haven't done anything and they think it was me.
No, I'm going to the cops. This is a misunderstanding.
What if they don't believe me?
Why wouldn't they believe me?
I haven't done anything.
Yes, sure, but it won't stop them arresting me now, then what?
Cinzia.
- Have you taken my glasses? - What?
Have you seen my glasses?
- Which ones? - Which ones? Like I collect them!
- My sunglasses. - The ones I gave you?
Yes, my love, the ones you gave me.
That's all I need. They were brand new.
- The ones I paid $11 for? - There, great! We paid $11 for them.
Right, now it turns out you gave them to me.
I pay and you gift.
I can never find anything.
- Like the watch I gave you last year? - Go to hell, you and the watch!
That's where I left them.
The killer's fingerprints might be on a pair of sunglasses.
Great, that's all I need.
I really need to find a lawyer.
Yes, I need to find a lawyer.
What if he turns me in?
That asshole, I should have gone straight to the cops.
What else have you got?
These.
- How much? - $11.
Yes, I'm coming.
- Did you watch the match last night? - No, I stayed at home.
- No fishing? - I haven't been for ages.
Agorino broke his tibia. Yes!
One moment, please.
- Professor, how are you? - Who's speaking?
- Rocchi, remember me? - Good morning, Rocchi, tell me.
Have you read the papers? The afternoon editions, for example.
- Yes, I read them. - We'll need you again soon.
- I'm always at your disposal. - Thank you.
- I'm just doing my duty. - There aren't many like you.
What can you do? These are difficult times.
I agree. My regards, professor.
Thank you. And to you, too.
- Keep him under surveillance. - Okay.
Your coffee, professor.
Thank you.
I can't come tomorrow, I'm going into town with mum.
Don't worry, I'll manage.
Don't worry, it will come outwith a bit of water.
I'm sorry, it's never happened before.
Then he put his head under the tap, like the crazy ones do.
Try to think, was there any blood on his hands, or his shirt?
I wasn't really looking but now I think about it, it's possible...
because his shirt was red, it was one of those red checked shirts.
Did he look like this?
Look like him? It's him!
Antonio Franciosa's statement correlates with earlier testimony...
from a key witness who wishes to remain anonymous until the investigation is over.
Which detective inspector Rocchi confirmed today shouldn't be long.
- It's beautiful, did you do it? - Yes.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
- What about Rome? - We're a laughing stock!
Run it over seven paragraphs in two columns.
Got a match?
Young woman massacred in a grove of reeds, all the signs of a maniac.
The professor saw everything.
This is nonsense. What's a rail road worker?
If it was a doctor or a priest, but a rail road worker isn't reliable.
What about this professor. Who is he?
- Nothing doing. - Top secret, the police aren't talking.
- Not a word? - Not a sound.
- Don't we know anything about him? - Nothing at all.
- Great, then let's get to work. - But how?
When I was your age I photographed the marquise of Aquila kissing her chauffeur.
I bought a house with that photo and I still had change for a honeymoon.
- Is this the deceased? - Yes, that's her, Olga Podu.
She had two children in boarding school.
- Is Augusto around? - Yes, over there.
You come to give me some money?
- I want to sell the car, what do you say? - It's about time.
- How much will you give me? - How about $700?
What are you talking about? That's a brand new engine.
- Yes, but the car is seven years old. - Look, that's just dirt...
- If you change the colour. - You want to change the colour?
- It will cost more than the car. - Don't worry, I'm paying.
If it makes you happy.
How do you want it? White, red, yellow, green...
- Something distinct, dark blue. - When do you need it?
- The sooner the better. - Caesar, bring it in.
Great, like that. Turn a little.
- A bit more to the right. - Like this?
Great.
- You try, you did put some film in it? - Joker.
Yes, take it out on the referee.
But if Rome had won it would have been alright.
It's the midfield that isn't working.
What do you say, shall we give the moustache a trim?
You want me to trim it? You prefer it shorter?
A little trim, right here.
Okay?
- Sorry, a bit more on the right. - You want it even shorter?
No, it isn't the same.
No, it's perfect. I cut it so well, look.
Whatever.
There you go.
- No! - What is it?
No, Aldo, you've ruined it, now this side's shorter
Cut it off, I'll let it grow back.
You've done a great job.
Now we need a name and address for this professor.
What does he teach? Music in schools?
I'll show you how it's clone.
You still a sergeant? You still haven't been promoted.
Me neither, I'm still waiting. Listen, could you do me a favour?
The murder by lake Grasciano, you know anything about the witness?
- No, look, no names. - Why?
- It's too delicate. - Okay, just give me something.
Impossible, the commissioner is personally involved.
The commissioner as well. Then I understand, you can't talk.
You might upset your colleagues, right?
It's not my colleagues, but you know kids today can be real sons of bitches.
- It's too risky, I can't. - Yes?
I understand, don't mention it. I'll think of something.
Thanks again.
- There you go. - Back where we started.
That's what you think, he said a lot more than he wanted to.
Open your ears and learn.
You know kids today can be real sons of bitches.
You see?
Those sons of bitches are in school, that's where you've got to look.
Here, make some copies, and do a good job.
And can I get a coffee?
- It was $35. - No, madam, it's $38.
- I thought it was cheaper. - I know, but the prices have gone up.
It's harder to understand than it is to explain.
- Cover for me. - Where are you going?
Not even Jesus will save you this time.
I'll take you to prison myself. I'll take you!
I don't give a damn about you. I'll take you there myself.
He's just strolling around like nothing happened.
Fifty four blows, poor woman, with two children...
and he's strolling around, while I'm on the run, like I'm the killer.
I'll get you.
Go ahead, whistle.
Yes, follow me, come and lend a hand.
Get off. I want to see the look on your face.
- Didn't you see me indicating? - Yes, you're right.
- Take my license number, I'm insured. - Where are you going?
- Have you seen a man in a brown coat? - No, sorry.
Have you seen a man in a brown coat?
- Good morning. - Can I help you?
I want to see the commissioner, it's about a serious matter.
- Your name? - Fabio Santamaria.
This way.
Good morning.
- My name's Fabio Santamaria. - Yes?
I live nearby on Via Pietrallata, 218.
I came to report something serious that happened to me personally.
Go on.
- Look, the commissioner is listening. - Yes.
Last Sunday, I...
Actually, no... My car was stolen this morning.
Your car was stolen, I understand.
- The brigadier will take your statement. - Thank you.
- I'm going to headquarters. - Very well.
I'll see you later.
- Good day, thanks. - Have a seat.
- Name, surname and address. - Fabio Santamaria.
Via Pietrallata, 218.
- Car? - Mini Morris, Rome license plate...
Al 2630.
- Colour? - Grey... No, blue.
- Grey or blue? - Blue.
- Does he teach here? - Yes, maths and physics.
It's professor Ranieri.
- Why? What has he done? - You'll find out in tomorrow's papers.
Edoardo Ranieri, professor.
- And what's he like? - I don't think he'll talk so easily.
- Then I like him. - Anything else?
No, you've done enough. Get out of here...
- I'll take care of it. - See you tomorrow.
- Hold it! - What are you doing?
I didn't do anything!
Let go of me!
You haven't you been to work. I called the office.
Cinzia, I'm looking for a friend who owes me some money.
Do you have to disappear to find him? I haven't seen you for two days.
- You're out all night. - Try to understand.
- Anyway I can do what I want. - Why don't you just tell me?
- Tell you what? - That you're seeing someone else.
You've changed so much, I don't recognise you anymore.
My love, be reasonable for once, there's no other woman...
I'm just looking for someone.
- You know what? I've had enough! - When are you coming back?
When I feel like it.
Listen, I'm sorry, but the professor doesn't want any visitors.
Okay, okay...
Always prudent, our professor.
Prudence personified.
With all those criminals running around nowadays.
It doesn't matter, I'll wait. Do you mind?
I'm so tired.
You got a match?
- Let me see. - Sorry to impose.
Thanks very much.
- Your daughter? - Yes.
She's a pretty little thing.
- Good morning. - At your service!
Isn't she nice. Are you also tailors?
With the cost of living these days, we have to do something.
You're telling me.
"See what I can do", said the toad.
Edoardo Ranieri, it's been a long time.
- Do you know him? - Do I know him? Edoardo!
When I heard he lived here, in this grand house, I said to myself...
You know he lives there but you never visit, then you're a fool.
I wanted to surprise the professor.
- Do you teach as well? - No.
Caretaker, retired.
- If you're a friend, I'll call him. - No, don't trouble him.
- It wouldn't be a surprise, would it? - As you wish.
I'll wait here.
- He's a great man. - A real gentleman.
- Believe me, he's a real gent. - One of the old guard.
We're very close, you know.
We occasionally clean for him, he's single, after all.
He's single? Yes, he's always been single!
- A friend or student every now and then. - He's earned it.
Yes, he's a real gentleman.
Just think, the other day he gave my daughter $30 for her birthday.
He gave her $30. Just like that?
I meant as a gift.
He has a kind heart, always has.
Really kind hearted.
- I'm curious... - Tell me.
Yes, he's single... Any ladies?
- None that I know of. - No?
He's a saint.
Morning, professor.
Professor, excuse me.
Ferdinando Gianolli, The Evening Gazette.
Sorry to trouble you like this but the maid wouldn't let me up.
- She did well. - We had a little chat.
Her daughter was there as well, a beautiful girl.
Small talk from a servant, ideal material for your article.
- But you never know what's true. - What do you want from me?
Nothing, it's about the Grasciano case. I was hoping for an exclusive.
- How did you get my address? - What can I say?
You're a professor. Let's call it intuition.
I've got nothing more to say, especially to you.
But you were at the scene of the crime, you saw everything.
- You know who to contact. - Quite right, be seeing you.
- What can I get you? - A cappuccino.
In a glass, please.
- Listen, is there a barber round here? - There's one round the back.
- They've got him! - Who?
- They found him. - Who?
- The killer on the lake. - No, he's a witness, the professor.
The one who saw everything.
Him?
No...
Your cappuccino is ready.
- Anything to add? - No, it's all in the papers.
Why did you want to remain anonymous?
Given my position I wanted to stay out of it as long as possible.
- Would you like a drink? - No thanks, we're fine.
- Then goodbye. - Goodbye, professor.
No, wait, calm clown. Let me explain.
- Bastard. - Wait.
- Let me explain. - Pervert!
You dirty bastard. I'll kill you!
You murdered that woman then you framed me.
What did I do to you?
I've never hurt anyone, not even a fly!
Never!
Don't you get it? Like a fool I said, leave him be...
Don't turn him in, don't get involved. You wanted to ruin me!
See what you've done to me, I've been like this for five days!
- You're crazy, don't you realise? - They should give you a life sentence!
The death sentence, because you're a murderer!
- I'm taking you in. - Okay, but it will be worse for you.
- We'll see. - Yes it will, Mr. Fabio Santamaria.
- How do you know my name? - I know everything about you...
Name, surname, address, license plate, Rome 12630...
but I didn't tell the police or you wouldn't be here now...
You'd be behind bars!
You're a murderer. A murderer!
I'm an honest citizen, I should have turned you in immediately!
I'm innocent. I've got a wife and child.
Very well, let's go to the police.
But remember, you're the one they want...
- because they've got nothing on me. - I saw you with my own eyes.
Nd. X Saw yum.!
- And you came here to threaten me! - What?
To threaten me!
Let's go to the police. Come on.
- What kind of man are you? - Let's see what happens.
You're an animal. An animal!
What have I done to you?
Let's go to the police.
When I came to my senses...
the only thing I remember is your face, Mr. Santamaria.
Over nothing.
Perhaps a little blackmail.
I felt something building up inside of me.
That possessed me.
Like a violent fire inside. A horrendous beast.
I don't know how I ended up with that bar in my hand...
and I started beating her.
All I saw was blood...
and I kept hitting her, and hitting her.
I could have turned myself in and spent the rest of my life in jail.
To make amends.
No.
That would have been too easy.
Too superficial for what I had done.
I chose another sentence, much more subtle, more ruthless.
To live with it, paying for it day by day, minute by minute.
Continuing to smile at people, at my students...
as though nothing had happened.
Condemned to the long interminable sleepless nights that await me.
And it's then, when I'm overcome by tiredness...
that I see those little white hands reaching out, begging me...
Those arms!
Perhaps one day the cleaner will find my body hanging from that beam...
and no one will ever know why.
- Apart from you, Mr. Santamaria. - I understand you.
But why me? What reason did you have?
Because you saw everything!
The other witnesses would have backed you up.
Only then would my statement have been foolproof, perfect!
I had no other choice. Everyone knows my boat.
They would have caught up with me eventually.
What would you have done?
I would have... I don't know.
Yes, you're right. But what about me?
You are as guilty as me, even if you didn't kill her.
- I haven't done anything. - You could have gone to the police.
- I would have had no escape. - Right.
But you didn't so I defended myself.
But I didn't incriminate you. I kept you at a safe distance.
What about me? They all think...
It's my word that counts.
I'm the witness.
If they do get to you, don't worry...
I'll tell them the killer looked completely different.
Do you think I could live with myself knowing I'd sent an innocent man to jail?
Another drop?
That's enough.
It won't be the first case to be archived...
or the last.
- Professor. - Please, don't betray me.
Don't take away my sentence.
Go in peace. Forget that horrendous day...
and the monster in front of you.
And if you can, forgive me for the trouble I've caused you.
I have a family. I'm warning you.
Don't worry, they're everywhere.
Yes, but what if they stop me? Can I trust him?
No, he's not the type.
It's not worth it for him. Then I'll tell them everything.
Don't you realise you're an accomplice to a murder?
- Why? - Isn't it obvious?
You're as guilty as him. you could get thirty years.
We're going to the police.
- I even reported my car stolen. - That man is a murderer.
Yes, he is a murderer but when I spoke to him...
That man killed once and he could kill again...
then your hands will be dirty with blood as well.
Think about your wife, your daughter.
You must stop him before he does something else.
You want me to come with you?
- No. - Good, there's still time.
Don't be afraid. Sure, he'll deny it first.
Those people don't give in so easily.
- Look, I can't go on like this. - Go, my son, Jesus is with you.
Don't worry. What's the problem?
Have some faith in people.
- Hello, Franco. - My dear Edoardo, what's wrong?
Nothing, nothing.
Read it.
The article at the bottom of the page.
People can say whatever they want these clays.
From one moment to the next, some imbecile comes up with a whodunit.
"A suggestion for a TV thriller"
Look, we're going crazy here. Crazy!
They even insinuate that I could have been the killer.
Sending someone to jail, just like that.
Very well.
Do you want a match?
What the hell was that idea for a TV thriller?
- I told you it would end in a lawsuit. - A lawsuit over what?
If we're going to get into trouble do it for something important...
Don't go upsetting the police over a professor we know nothing about.
What are you talking about? I've been taught to uphold the truth.
- You actually think Ranieri did it? - I'm not saying that...
but if this killer isn't found the facts remain the same...
There were two people at the scene of the crime, the victim and the professor.
Go have a cup of coffee.
- Sugar? - Two, thanks.
- You had a moustache before. - Yes, you're right.
I did have, but I cut it off.
When I read about it in the papers I got scared and I cut it off.
Isn't your car blue?
It's blue because I had it painted but it was grey, just like in the papers.
Yes, I know, I did a lot of stupid things, one after the other.
I should have turned him in straight away.
But you know how it is, someone mentions work, family...
the papers report it, all it takes is one person...
So you're saying professor Ranieri killed her.
- He seems so distinguished, so... - You met him again?
You met him again?
No, from the pictures in the papers, he looks like a respectable man.
So it was him. Isn't professor Ranieri smart!
Can you believe it?
I don't know, people can be so...
Look, I'll tell you the truth, I tried to intervene...
but then I got scared and I ran off. What could I do?
She was already dead. What could I do?
Now you know the truth. I've done my duty.
Commissioner, if there's nothing else, I...
I have to work.
I start in a few hours.
- If you need me... - A little patience.
- You'll have to sign a statement. - Of course.
Five minutes.
Keep him company.
- Can I make a quick call? - No, sorry.
- Very quickly. - It's only for internal calls.
I wanted to call my wife, she might be worried about me.
No, you can't.
Come, Mr. Santamaria, we can go now.
- Don't I have to sign something? - Yes, at headquarters.
- Why there? - They deal with homicides.
- You won't make me late? - No, don't worry about that.
My boss can be such a pain in the neck.
- I'll follow you. - No, come with us.
We'll get there a lot sooner.
Salvatore, take care of it.
They all get out the way.
It must be fun driving around Rome with your lights going.
Just think, it takes me an hour to get to the office, I swear.
Then, if I leave ten minutes late, forget it, I'm not getting in.
Sure, my car is old, but this one's nice. How many cylinders?
Thanks.
- Good morning, Commissioner. - Mr. Santamaria.
Please excuse me.
He didn't even go to the office.
- What could have happened? - He probably just broke clown.
- He could call at least. - Relax, he'll be home soon.
- Did you argue again? - No, we went out on Sunday.
So you also thought to get rid of the red checked shirt?
Yes, I know, but like I said, I was so scared...
I think anyone else would have done the same.
Not quite anyone. What paper do you read?
The Evening Gazette. On Mondays I get ltalia Sport.
- Then you will have seen this. - What?
The article highlighted in red, an idea for a TV thriller.
- What day? - Yesterday.
No, I haven't read it.
You read it everyday but this one time you forgot to buy it.
- You know what it says? - No, what does it say?
That professor Ranieri could have also been the killer.
He is the killer. I saw him, I was there.
- Sure, sure... - Will you come with me, please.
Thanks.
- Why do you need my photo? - We need it.
- Your left hand. - These are fingerprints.
- Don't make a fuss. - I'm not, I'm just...
Stay still for moment!
A perfect match. Identical to the ones on the sunglasses.
- Anything else? - No, thanks.
- Why did they bring him here? - You know as much as I do.
- Can't I talk to him? - No, that's impossible.
It's him, the one in the middle. I saw him clearly.
I don't know, I wouldn't want to make a mistake...
but I saw him on my way home from work.
Sorry, professor, but I had to do it. I told them everything.
Yes, that's him.
He's the murderer.
What do you mean?
Who?
No, let go of me.
Who?
Murderer!
Where are you taking me?
What are you doing? Don't listen to him.
I never killed anyone.
I've never robbed, or hurt anyone.
Officer, I'm innocent. Don't listen to him.
Yes, sure.
Where are you taking me?
What the hell are you doing?
Gentlemen, the careful investigation carried out by myself and my colleagues...
has been crowned a success.
The evidence against Santamaria is on its way to the magistrates as I speak.
We can consider the case satisfactorily resolved.
If you say so.
What careful investigation?
- He handed himself in. - He didn't have any choice.
There are two possibilities here.
Either he's the killer, and I take my hat off to you...
- or he was set up. - Then he's a killer who was set up.
- What do you want from me? - That's easy for you to say...
because if he was set up...
Sadistic Killer Brought to Justice
Grasciano Killer Brought to Justice
Please excuse the question, but were you intimate?
I mean, your conjugal life, was it normal?
Yes. I'd say it was normal. Perfectly normal.
Did your husband ever ask you to do anything strange, different?
No, my husband has always respected me.
- I understand. - He's always been kind to me.
So you were looking for sexual fulfillment outside the home, let's call it that...
that you wouldn't ask your wife, out of respect.
Sorry, I didn't understand.
White, light grey... I was too far away.
- What type of car? - A Mini Morris.
- Come on, we're men. - Sure we are.
- Is that a crime? - Sometimes people go too far.
I didn't do anything, I told you two hundred times.
A light grey Mini Morris, he even jumped a red light.
- Did you know her? - Yes... No.
- Yes or no? - Of course I didn't.
- I saw her that clay. - Then you knew her?
Yes, I was screwing her.
His shirt, but also his hands were covered in blood.
He was washing them.
What can I say? Do what you want.
Listen, before I came here, I was literally shitting myself...
Then someone talked to me about faith so I came here, because I'm innocent.
Sure, he looked upset that night but who would have thought...
So do me a favour, I've still got faith in you, send me home.
Why did you run when the police were on your heels?
When? What police?
He braked as soon as he saw me, blocking all the traffic...
and I noticed that he looked strange, but with all that traffic.
Very well, Mr. Santamaria. Sign here.
- The usual statement? - Go on, sign it, it's for the best.
His father was an alcoholic, his aunt ran off with a German.
If we believe the papers we're all screwed.
- Even if it's true, where does he fit in? - He's involved, you'll see.
I don't believe it. You finished?
I felt there was another woman, but I'm sure my husband...
You felt it but you kept it to yourself.
You must get him to tell the truth, he can't just ignore all the evidence...
continuing to accuse Ranieri. As his lawyer he must be honest with me.
If not, he'll have to find another lawyer.
In 1859...
- What does sadist mean? - It's someone who kills whores.
After the war of liberation...
You're sure you saw your good friend get into a white car.
Sure? I was standing there. It was a Fiat 124.
You're certain? Because someone's life is at stake.
Would you be willing to testify?
You think I'm crazy? I've been down that road...
and I've had enough.
I don't care, as long as someone pays. You're all perverts.
What are you talking about? He's looking at a life sentence.
Actually, it's much worse because there's no such thing as a life sentence anymore.
But it's still 25 - 30 years.
When it's one of us they're always cutting corners.
Besides, it was ten in the morning.
Say again? What time was it?
Ten in the morning, Olga could have come back and got in the other guy's Mini.
- What's your name, handsome? - Frankenstein.
Fuck you.
- What has daddy done? - He hasn't done anything.
You'll see, daddy will be back soon.
Daddy will be back soon.
In the name of the Italian people this court finds the defendant...
Fabio Santamaria, guilty of the voluntary aggravated murder of Olga Podu.
Citing articles 575, 576 and 61, land 4 of the penal code...
I sentence him to 24 years of incarceration, without parole.
I'm going back to Rome, shall we make it a full page?
Full page? Ask the chief. Think of your health.
Okay, do you want a ride?
- No, I'll walk. - Goodbye.
Professor.
What is it?
Have you got a match?
No.
Okay, it doesn't matter.
We'll meet again at the appeal. That poor guy can't be the killer.
Be seeing you.
Rome, the court of appeal has found Fabio Santamaria innocent.
He will be released immediately.
The determining factor in the trial was a confession left by professor Ranieri...
who was found dead in his study.
Will you still go fishing on Sundays?
I wouldn't even go fishing with a police escort...
Do you understand? Yes or no?