As usual. When I'm looking for you, I end up in a supermarket.
Of course. I've run out of tea.
OK, but...
The things you buy should go in here.
Not in there.
You're right. Only I'm not buying anything.
Oh, well, in that case...
Do you want me to make you a cup of mint tea?
Oh, yes, please.
Just make it the right way.
Why? Do you have rules for making tea?
Definitely!
First, warm the teapot.
Then, put in one spoon of tea for each person, and one for the pot.
Lastly, pour hot water on the tea.
But the most important thing is to use tea that's stolen.
Why do you have to steal?
For fun.
You naughty girl.
Yes?
Holy fuck!
I'll be there in ten minutes.
I'm sorry. I'm very sorry, but I have to go.
Will you be here when I get back?
You got me used to waiting for you.
Thanks.
- I'll take care of the cats. Bye. - Bye.
Stand back. Passing is forbidden.
- Hi. - Hi. I got here as quickly as I could.
When they told me you weren't at your office, I felt lost.
What do you have here?
Young girl, 16 or 17 years old. They found her corpse half an hour ago.
- Murder or suicide? - Murder.
Her underbelly has an ugly gash this long.
So we're working together again.
The ballast presumably broke off, then the corpse floated up.
The coroner has already looked her over.
Right.
Of course, Chief, only the necropsy will allow me to be more precise.
Yet this girl was likely 16 or 17 years old.
TOD is probably yesterday afternoon,
say, 18 to 20 hours ago at most.
There's a large laceration on her underbelly
which was caused by a blunt object.
It led to a massive hemorrhage and consequently to her death.
All right. Now it's up to you
to find out who she was. I'm going back to the office.
In spite of everything,
these kinds of things still upset me.
Listen, Lopopolo. Do me a favor.
Have the rope and the plastic sack delivered to my office.
I also need the list of all the girls gone missing in the last week.
C'mon. Let's not waste time. It must be ready for this evening.
You, too. It needs a new paint job.
Shift yourselves.
This way.
Take heart.
Angela! Angela, no!
They killed my Angela! No!
No! Angela! Angela!
No!
Angela!
Come on, let's go.
Mommy.
We're making some progress, right?
Yeah. Her name was Angela Russo.
She was 16 years old.
She was a student.
That's her mother and her little sister.
- How did she die? - Someone ripped up her insides.
It's as if a beast possessed her.
I'd never seen anything like it. Really disgusting.
- Was the weapon a dildo? - Yeah. Some hard object like that.
The internal hemorrhage caused her death.
- Are you on your way to the office? - Yeah.
Down, down.
I sent Angela to a boarding school
so that she wouldn't miss her father.
And did you give her an allowance?
Yes, a small one.
Just some pocket money.
Tell me.
Did Angela have a boyfriend?
Was she seeing anyone in particular?
I didn't get that impression.
On the weekends, she was at home
or with those other school girls.
They were inseparable, Angela, Franca, Paola and Virginia.
Pass the ball.
- Over here. - Let's go!
- Hurry up! - Go now!
Throw it now.
- Come on! - Shoot it, come on!
Well done, Paola!
Come on, pass that ball!
This one was out, hey!
- Pass it! - Come on!
- Come on, pass it! - Paola, here I am!
- Give it to me. Yes! - Over here.
- Throw it over here. - No, no.
- Hold on. - Throw it over here. Now!
- Walk in line. - Now, come on!
- Come on, pass it! - Pass it to me. Right away!
- Go on. - Place yourself there.
- Turn about! - Keep the pace.
- Run! - Hurry up.
- Mark her! Mark her! - No!
If you'll come with me, I'll show you around the school
and you can meet the teachers.
- Thank you. - This way.
Let me point out again that this is not our normal procedure.
Yeah, well...
Is it normal for your pupils to die that way?
- Hold on! - Go on!
In case you don't know,
we are considered the best boarding school in town.
We only accept girls from the best families.
Angela's parents were separated.
That wasn't an issue for us.
We just ask families to regularly pay for school.
Come on in.
There it is. In the fifth row. That is Angela Russo's desk.
- This one? - Yes.
She was a below average student.
And, as per our practice,
she slept in the same room with two of our best students.
It sounds like a really good practice.
I only hope that what's happened won't harm our reputation.
We won!
Do you remember the names of these two girls?
Of course. Paola Mafiei and Virginia Brini.
The last to take her clothes off is a bitch.
- Today I couldn't make a shot. - When could you ever make shots?
Get out of my way!
- The first shower is mine. - Sure. That with hot water.
Paola, Franca!
Now...
Now it's over.
Come on. Stay strong for a few more days.
If it's OK with you, I'll take you to the teachers' pool.
I don't like to keep them waiting.
- Sure. - This way.
- Good morning. - Good morning, Ms. Principal.
- Who's that man? - Pretty handsome!
- Yeah, you like all men. - Wasn't he handsome?
Ms. Principal's found a lover!
- Professor Sattaro, Mathematics. - Nice to meet you.
Professor Mandelli, Greek.
- And Latin, too. - He's also our Assistant Principal.
I see.
Professor Nada Ponente, Italian.
Nice to meet you.
Reverend Carlo Mariani,
our Religion teacher and the school confessor.
Professor Max van der Weyden,
- English and German. - Nice to meet you.
Professor Giulio Riva, Educational Gymnastics and Sports.
Nice to meet you.
Sorry. I'm Umberto Conti, History and Philosophy.
I thought the meeting was in Ms. Principal's office. Excuse me.
That's OK.
Excuse my ignorance, I'm not familiar with elite schools,
but what are the teachers' habits?
- Do they sleep here? - It depends.
- Not necessarily... - I don't, for example.
I don't like to sleep here.
But others like it.
Do the students always sleep here?
The students can sleep at home whenever they want.
We are quite a liberal school.
I see. Very progressive.
And very beautiful, too. The glass windows downstairs are amazing.
They were made in the 18th century. The school at that time was...
Someone killed Angela with a cock this big
and threw her in the river.
Stop it. Please, stop it.
We've all read the papers,
so spare us the details.
Of course. Such a violent death
isn't good for the reputation of Santa Teresa d'Avila school.
Is it? What do you have to say?
Hey. Hey! Stop!
It's very important.
Wait for me behind those trees, but don't let anybody see.
OK.
Yes, it's true. You got it wrong.
Can I really trust you?
Well... I am a police officer.
Here. This was my sister's handbag.
So... Don't you look at what's inside?
- Have you already looked in it? - Of course.
Thank you.
How did she get so much money?
Well, try asking them. They were her best friends.
So what have you decided?
- Let's meet there on Saturday. - That works for me.
- Does it OK for you? - Yep.
Saturday, May 20.
Saturday, May 27.
This is strange. Every Saturday the same cat.
Saturday, June 10.
- Your coffee, sir. - Thanks.
I found her diary inside her bag.
- Anything of interest? - I don't know... A drawing.
It's a cat. It comes up regularly.
- Don't stir it. Yours is without sugar. - Thanks.
She was a very beautiful girl, for sure.
I'd like to know what's behind those eyes.
Where did you find it?
Someone put it in my books...
during recess.
This is the second one I've received.
Did you talk to anyone?
Are you crazy?
I'm scared.
Let me see.
"You run to death, and death meets you as fast,"
and all your pleasures are like yesterday.
"Nemesis."
Quiet.
- Be quiet. It's me, Max. - Oh, Max.
My dear.
My love.
Max, I'm scared.
Scared!
In my opinion, the school has nothing to do with it.
Cases of this kind occur more often than we like to think.
Do you know how many rapes with murders we had last year?
Twenty-seven.
Twenty-two of which are unsolved.
Correct.
And yet how many cases
of girls ravaged by a dildo?
Just one.
Here's the difference.
Coffee?
- Without sugar, please. - Yes, Chief.
Just out of curiosity, have I been invited here by the friend
- or the Chief Prosecutor? - You see,
this case is putting me in a difficult situation.
That is a reputable school.
High-ranking figures have their daughters there.
We must avoid a scandal. Do you see what I'm saying?
We must close the case quickly. Quickly and cleanly.
These are orders from the top.
And now tell me,
how far have you come?
I've made some serious headway.
I've found out I'm getting nowhere.
You can have this back.
OK, but tell your high-ranking friends this case won't stay unsolved.
Cristina.
Are you there?
Cristina.
Darling?
You were afraid you wouldn't see me again?
I didn't leave the house today.
You didn't happen to steal that stuff, did you?
Alas, I'm used to paying.
How wrong you are!
The computer was broken again.
So I did it the old-fashioned way.
I went there on foot.
I got the teachers' name list. Maybe something will show up.
- What about the girls? - Nothing new. They're rich, spoiled.
The lucky star under which they were born
was shining really bright.
Look at that! Stop the car.
Look at that. Does it ring a bell?
It does more than just ringing a bell!
Hey, don't look at the ass, look at the cat!
Where is it?
Ah, there it is! But it doesn't ring any bell to me.
Then look at this.
It's Angela's diary. It's the same cat, right?
- Yes, but I don't get it... - Don't rack your brain.
Make a note instead. Dibba's stores. Let's go!
How much is it?
It should be 9,500 lire. Let me check.
Yes, 9,500 lire.
Excuse me, Miss, Where can I find Dibba's jeans?
Over there, sir.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
- Miss? - Yes?
Excuse me. A girl was supposed to come with me, but she didn't.
Oh, sorry.
How do I look?
- Just great. - Do they make me look slimmer?
- How much are they? - 16,000 lire.
Look all you want, I've printed it tonight.
- Did Angela show up today? - Angela?
- Who is she? - Don't you know Angela?
- No, sorry. - She's one of your customers.
Wait. I have a picture.
Look at it. Do you recognize her?
- Sorry. I really don't know who she is. - Take a better look.
Here's your change.
Do you want a bag?
- Bye. - Bye.
Holy cow, you're such a beauty!
- Hey! Move that bike, I want to park. - Why move it? It looks so good here!
See you.
What a son of a bitch!
Help!
Stop the horse!
France, France!
Are you OK?
Oh, Max. Max!
My dear.
Look! Someone wants to kill us.
There! You see? I've taken it from their room.
All right. Tell me again what you've just said.
Are you hard of hearing? Someone shot the horse with this dart,
and France nearly broke her neck.
Are you sure of what you're saying?
Look at it. There's still blood on it.
Let's go.
Maybe it's time to rock the boat.
Oh boy, they sleep like logs!
Come on, open up. Open up!
- Who is it? - Police.
Chief Di Salvo. Open the door!
Sorry, I have to inform Ms. Principal...
Open the door. That's an order!
You can't! You can't!
- Chief, I have to inform Ms. Principal. - Let me through!
You can't come in like this.
- This isn't the way to wake people up. - Get out of my way!
I will complain to your superiors.
You can't come in without consent.
Where are you going?
Whoever you want to question, I'll summon them in my office.
Let's avoid a scandal. Chief, I'm begging you.
Please, stop for a moment.
Holy Virgin, what do you want from here? Please, ask me!
Tell me everything you know about both Angela Russo
and what's happened today.
I swear, Chief, I don't know anything.
- We'll see. - Where are you going? That room is...
- What's going on? - Who killed Angela Russo?
- Who caused today's accident? - I don't know. I know nothing.
I'll make you pay for this. You're crazy.
I want to know how Angela Russo died.
How should we know?
What do you want from me?
Who killed Angela Russo?
I don't know. I know nothing.
Enough, Chief. You've gone too far.
This is a respectable school.
Good evening, Professor. I thought you didn't like to sleep here.
Why this intrusion?
Tell me what you know about Angela Russo.
- I know nothing. - Enough now.
I won't let you stay any longer.
Go question a mental hospital, if you're crazy.
I do what I want.
And I suggest that you calm down.
Where do the girls sleep?
That's out of the question! Wait!
Where are you going? Where are you going? Wait!
You can't go in the girls' room at night.
Tomorrow I'll make a call and get you fired!
Do as you please.
Let's stop playing games.
That's enough!
Get it into your heads that your friend was raped and murdered,
and that the same thing could happen to you.
- You must tell me everything you know. - I know nothing.
Sorry, we don't know anything.
Then what is this?
Someone threw it at my horse. I don't know why.
I only know I fell down. Nothing else.
Let's see if you recognize this poster.
There it is. He usually spends the weekends there.
Max van der Weyden...
has likely the strongest influence on those little bitches.
He's the one we should squeeze.
- Do you agree with me? - OK, but what do you hope to get?
Oh, I don't know.
Bye.
What? Bye?
Well... Listen up.
While I talk to the professor, you should tail the girls
- and find out whatever they do. - OK.
Hail Mary, full of Grace, the Lord is with thee.
Blessed are thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
He was a teacher from The Netherlands. His name was Max van der Weyden.
We found this in his documents.
Thank you.
"You run to death,"
and death meets you as fast, and all your pleasures are like yesterday.
"Nemesis."
Damn it!
You want it all, as usual.
But this is my bed and you know it. Come on, move over!
Oh, hi.
Why are you home so early?
- I needed to see you. - OK.
And I tell you why.
- In the end, you're the best of all. - Oh, wow.
If a cop thinks of a kleptomaniac as a good girl, the world's changed.
Yes?
Yes.
I'll be there in a few minutes.
Once again, I have to meet with the Chief Prosecutor.
Yeah, once again.
- Hey! - What?
When you get back, I won't be here.
Thanks for telling me.
Bye.
In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.
Lamb of God, you take away the sins of the world.
Take this, all of you, and eat of it: for this is my body.
Take this, all of you, and drink from it: for this is the chalice of my blood.
Go forth, the Mass is ended.
In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.
- Listen... - Just a moment.
Everything has been sorted out, Your Excellency.
You see...
If certain particulars were made known to the public,
no one would benefit from the scandal.
Of course.
I was talking to the President about you, yesterday.
Really? He's very satisfied with your work.
- Thank you for everything. - It's my duty.
- Goodbye, Your Excellency. - Goodbye.
Where the hell have you been? We've been looking for you everywhere!
What have you done at the school?
You're well-connected, aren't you?
We went to college together.
You must have been out of your mind.
You have to inform me before doing something like that.
All right, all right. Got it.
Just know this is getting even worse.
One of the teachers has been killed overnight.
What?
Tell me everything.
Yes?
You can't come in. We're closed.
I can see it. Police. Open the door.
Come on, open up!
- What can I do for you? - Is the boss in?
Yes, he's in the apartment upstairs.
- Thanks. - You're welcome.
The cleaning man told me that you were coming.
- I'm Parravicino. - I'm Roncaglio, Chief Prosecutor.
- He's Chief Di Salvo. - How are you doing?
I can't guess the reason for your visit, but you're welcome.
You must forgive my appearance, but...
Go down to the store.
This way. What is it about?
You have nothing to be afraid of.
Chief Di Salvo just has to ask you one or two questions
in connection with an investigation he's carrying on.
Do you have that picture?
Take a look at this picture. Do you recognize her?
Yes, I do.
No. Wait a minute.
Now I remember. This is the same picture
that one of your agents showed to my cashier.
I have to say, his acting was awful.
- So you don't recognize her? - No, I'm afraid not.
- May I offer you a coffee? - No, thanks.
Maybe you've heard of a Dutchman named Max van der Weyden.
He died in an accident last night,
while someone was setting fire to his shack by the river.
Why should I have heard of him? Was he one of my customers?
You expect too much from me.
This was found in the Dutchman's pocket.
What is it? You haven't told me about this.
Sorry.
"You run to death, and death meets you as fast."
"Nemesis."
Who would use such a name?
- Does it ring a bell? - I only like Verlaine's poems.
Do you like bikes?
What do you mean?
The Dutchman died on the same bike
which was parked outside your store yesterday.
What a beautiful painting collection you have!
It's a surprise to meet a police chief
who knows about art.
You have no idea of how many things you can learn as a police officer, sir.
These just happen to be related
to a case of art forgery a few years ago.
You were the lead defendant, weren't you?
Guess who's picked up on that old case file?
That agent of mine whose acting is awful.
He forgot to tell you that I was fully acquitted.
My name was cleared.
Well, if you have no more questions, I think we can be on our way.
Sure.
By the way,
I know this girl who draws a cat...
just like the one on your jeans.
Coincidence, huh?
Yes.
Coincidence.
Come on.
Here.
What are you doing? Not here.
This is my share.
- Are you afraid? - Yes, so much.
- Take heart. - Thanks.
You'd better go. It's 5:00 pm.
Just a minute.
Have a piece of gum.
Thanks.
Hello.
Come with me.
- You're not scared, are you? - Yes, I am.
And... Did you bring it?
Oh! Yes. Yes.
Hi, are you ready?
No!
Please, can't you drive more slowly?
More slowly? Holy shit!
You're the first person who asked me that today.
1,680 lire. Thank you.
Be careful.
- You should go right to bed. - Yes.
Pretend to have a temperature.
What's the matter?
- I have to go to the bathroom. - Just a minute. I'll help you.
No, I'll be OK on my own.
I'm here to see Miss Virginia Brini.
Is it you who called ahead?
Yes, I have to talk to her.
Sorry. As I've already told you...
the girl is still in shock. Are you a relative?
- No, I'm a police officer. - I'm afraid you can't see her.
OK. Let's talk with your superior.
Come on. I don't have time to waste.
Those are her parents.
How is Virginia?
Who are you?
- Police Chief Di Salvo. - I don't understand.
We haven't filed a complaint.
It doesn't matter, ma'am.
- What's happened might be... - Listen, Chief.
My daughter slipped and got hurt.
Hey, a girl from the same school was murdered recently.
What does that have to do with my daughter?
Her friends told us what happened.
She got up to go to the bathroom and slipped on the stairs.
Sorry to contradict you, but I'll tell you what happened.
Someone who wanted her to slip...
threw these!
Do you understand now?
I can't believe it, Chief. Everyone loves Virginia...
Come at 2:00 pm to the police station to file the complaint.
All right, Chief. As you wish.
Excuse me, Chief. Are you sure of what you've said?
Of course I am.
I would like to talk to you...
What's going on? I won't tolerate any more of that din in my clinic.
You're not at a party.
Our patients need to rest.
Police. I have to talk with Virginia Brini.
That's impossible. I'm the Clinic Director.
That girl can't be disturbed.
She's already lost too much blood. Try again tomorrow.
Where are you running to?
Have you seen a blond girl come out?
No.
Oh, shit! There she goes.
Would you mind telling me what this is all about?
She's a friend of Angela. She was ready to talk.
She's clearly scared to death.
We've found two windows wide open.
One downstairs and this one here.
The killer waited to her to be alone before entering.
You know the rest.
Where is she?
She's upstairs.
My daughter and I were like strangers.
Perhaps...
what happened is my fault.
If only I'd taken more interest in her...
She wanted to get home yesterday, and I didn't even wait for her.
If I hadn't left her alone, this wouldn't have happened.
- She rarely slept at home, right? - Yes.
She almost never slept here.
This was in her books. It's identical to the other.
Read it.
"You run to death, and death meets you..."
I don't understand. What is this?
"You run to death, and death meets you as fast,"
and all your pleasures...
are like yesterday.
Nemesis"?
The original verses are by John Donne, a 17th-century English poet.
Does this mean anything to you?
No, Chief.
Except that they kept their promise.
They killed her.
And I'll never see her again.
Were they of any help?
Those marbles I gave you,
- were they of any help? - Oh, yes. Sure.
By the way,
did Angela ever receive a letter like this?
No. What does Nemesis mean?
You tell her.
What does it mean, sir?
It's a Greek word. It can mean either revenge...
or justice.
Hey, pull over there.
Give me the keys.
You can take Emilia back to the school in a taxi.
- Bye. - Bye.
After you.
No. This way.
Come on.
Take me for a ride.
Here!
Where are we going?
- What the hell do you want from me? - Just a talk.
That's all.
Hurry up! Get on before the ride starts.
How did you get along with Max?
We never saw each other.
- You killed him. - No.
- Confess or I'll throw you off the cart! - No!
- Why did you kill Angela and Paola? - It wasn't me. Let me go!
I know they used to hang around your store. Come on!
I'll tell you everything.
They were friends of Max. He brought them to the store.
But I didn't kill them!
I was on good terms with Max. We worked together to get those paintings!
Come on! What else do you know?
Speak out!
Nothing else! I know nothing! I'm just afraid that they'll kill me, too!
No. Stay in and have another ride!
No!
Come on, boy.
You!
You must be crazy to come here!
Didn't we agree to wait for a while?
Come in, before you're seen by someone.
Do you know who I saw this evening?
That police chief, Di Salvo.
He thinks he's smart.
He's started asking me question after question.
But he hadn't a shred of evidence.
He even offered me money if I would share some information.
What a foolish man. He's on the wrong track.
Would you like a whiskey?
Oh! This morning I picked up two little girls at the store.
They were so lovely! I gave them two pairs of jeans.
Until this all blows over, we'd better wait, take it easy.
Quiet, Kurt. Keep quiet.
If you want...
Hello? I'm at Parravicino's.
Get over here. He's dead.
Dammit.
Holy shit. Another witness who's gone.
Hey. When exactly was that business of the fake paintings?
Let me see. September of three years ago.
Now, look. I want you to stay here and keep this a secret, for now.
- Got it. - Fine.
Where are you going?
Oh! Sorry, Chief, I didn't recognize you.
- I have to go to Records. - There's no one in Records now, sir.
- That's all right. I know my way around. - As you wish, sir.
Let the Chief in.
You can go in, sir.
It's OK.
I'll do it.
Yes?
What is it?
Fine. I'll meet you there.
Shall I make you a coffee?
No thanks, dear. I don't have time.
Excuse me, Ms. Principal.
Today is Virginia Brini's birthday. May I go and see her at the clinic?
Come by my office in half an hour for a permission slip.
Thank you, Ms. Principal.
Hi-
This is the third murder in a few days.
Perhaps the forth.
Don't get too close to the bulkhead.
Here we go.
Keep going.
Hook it up! It got snagged!
Go to your right!
This is yours!
Coincidence, huh?
It's Parravicino's trial file.
It was you who proved his innocence.
- True. - Yet at his house the other day,
you pretended you didn't know him.
It was Max who introduced us to Angela and the other girls.
We were in high spirits, we felt overjoyed that night.
I drunk too much.
Angela's death was fortuitous.
It was me.
Why did you kill Max? Was he blackmailing you?
No.
No, Max was killed by Parravicino.
Yet Paola...
- was killed by you. - Yes.
And I share the guilt.
That day in front of the clinic it was me
who told you she had decided to talk.
But why did you kill Parravicino?
Sooner or later he would have talked.
Parravicino was weak.
I couldn't let him live.
I met him during that trial.
I actually proved his innocence.
We became friends. We started seeing each other. Then...
It all happened. It was shocking.
Since then I've been living a dreadful nightmare.
A chain of fear which has caused one violence after another...
with no hope of coming full circle.
No. As far as these are concerned,
I know as little as you.
I'm afraid I can't help you. Sorry.
You're not done, yet.
What do you mean she isn't there?
Where did she go?
To the clinic?
- Come with me, quickly. - What's the big hurry?
Where the hell are we going?
- To the clinic. - Which one?
Wow, what a car!
It was Roncaglio's, go figure. Brand new.
Excuse me, I want to see Virginia Brini.
Take the elevator. Second floor,
- third door on the right. - Thank you.
Hello, Doctor?
The Director asks if you may come to the clinic today at 2:00 pm.
Thank you.
Come in.
- Hi. - Hi.
How are you feeling?
- What are you doing here? - I've brought you a present.
Why would you change your mind? You couldn't stand me.
That's why I came here.
To say sorry and to see how you're recovering.
Here. Take it.
Thanks, but I can hardly move. Open it for me.
Was it Angela who told you that I'm fond of chocolates?
Doctors say they won't remove the plasters for two months.
What an agony!
Here.
This one. Would you take the paper off?
Thanks!
Please feed me, too.
Delicious.
Even clinic stay has its perks!
It's you who killed Angela!
You and France are responsible for her death.
Now it's your turn.
Paola already paid with her life. Whoever killed her did well.
Angela and I were so happy together, but you took her away from me.
Now it's your turn, then France's.
Die! Die like Angela!
Emilia!
Go away! Go away! Go away!
Go away! Why did you come here? Why did you come here?
They killed my sister!
Let's go away from here, Emilia.
How did you find me out?
Well, the letters...
the blow dart...
these marbles.
How shall I put it?
In all the actions of Nemesis,
there was an ingenuous fantasy, like...
Like that of a kid?
Right. Like that of a kid.
I'm glad it was you who found me out.
Will you take me to jail?
Here.
Thank you.
Keep in mind, though, that these are just for fun.