02x02 - Il Mostro

[bunniefuu]

Jack: Over million Americans

leave the safety of
our borders every year.

If danger strikes,

the FBI's International
Response Team

is called into action.

♪

Reed: ♪ And we danced ♪

♪ And danced ♪

♪

So you remember how I
promised to show you something

that'd just take your breath away?

Mm-hmm. I do.

And... breath taken.

♪

[Cellphone vibrating]

Sorry. This might be my sister.
She's coming to visit me.

[Both chuckle]

_

[Touchscreen clicks]

Hey. What's up?

Hey, so I missed my
connecting flight.

So now it looks like I won't
get there till tomorrow night.

- Sorry.
- Uh, that's all right.

I, um, needed to study
for this final anyway.

Uh, you hooking up with your R.A.

is not what Mom and Dad had
in mind for a semester abroad.

Uh... look, can I call you back later?

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Gotta go. Love you to death.

- Love you. Bye.
- Bye.

- [Cellphone beeps]
- Is everything okay?

Perfect.

Now where were we?

♪

[Vehicle approaching]

[Brakes squeal]

Oh, son of a bitch.

- [Sighs]
- What? What's wrong?

- [Engine turns off]
- Poliziotto.

I'm gonna get in so much trouble.

No, you won't. It's all right.

Just get out your I.D.

[Car door closes]

♪

[Screams]

[Horn blaring]

Aah! Aah!

[Groans]

Don't do this!

Please! Please!

[g*nsh*t]

Gina Price, , of Bedford, Iowa,

and Peyton Moss, , of
New Brunswick, New Jersey,

were both attending

Hallridge University's
Overseas Studies Program

in Florence, Italy.

Both bodies were
found this morning

on the outskirts of the city.

Now both were sh*t,

but Gina's body suffered
postmortem mutilation,

and as you can see,

she was redressed and
restaged at the location.

Shell casings were left
behind at the scene,

and ballistics verify the
m*rder w*apon is a . Beretta,

but not just any . Beretta.

You see this unique
f*ring pin impression?

This impression was cut
into each spent shell casing.

Coupled with a distinct
M.O., it confirms

that Peyton and Gina
are the latest victims

in the most notorious
k*ller in Italian history.

They call him "Il Mostro di Firenze."

The Monster of Florence.

And that's why our U.S.
Ambassador and authorities

from Italy's Special
Investigation's Task Force

have requested the I.R.T.'s
immediate assistance

with the investigation.

I thought they caught this
"Monster of Florence" guy

- years ago.
- Yeah, you would've thought so, right?

But, no, I remember this case.

It was just like the
Zodiac, and it's unsolved.

Yeah, well, "Il Mostro," he
k*lled people, couples.

He ambushed them while they
were having sex in parked cars

or at campsites in and
around the hills of Florence.

His M.O. was always the
same... sh**t both victims

and then take the extra
time to mutilate the female.

Yeah, but it's odd, isn't it?

I mean, what drives a
power-assertive sociopath

into such a prolonged period of silence?

Yeah, I'm not sure,

but, uh, these long,
cooling off periods,

while they're unusual,
they're not unprecedented.

And as for why this so-called "Monster"

has risen after all these years,

I'd say if he remains true to form,

he's gonna tell us himself.

You really think so?

On top of everything else,
this UNSUB is statement-driven,

so it won't be too long

before he reaches out
to local law enforcements

to taunt them with the reason he's back

and how he'll fool them all over again.

Only this time,

we're gonna be there to stop him.

_

[Indistinct conversations]

Mi scusi, signorina.

You are Miss Alison
Price, Gina's sister, yes?

Yes, I am.

I am Commissario Galterio Conte,
the lead investigator for GIDES.

I've already answered so many questions.

I don't know how I can help you guys.

I really need to...

[Crying] Why did I
miss that damn flight?

If only I'd gotten here sooner,

she never would've been out there.

Senti.
This is not your fault.

Do you understand?

- [Cellphone vibrating]
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, my God. It can't be Gina.

- [Touchscreen clicks]
- Gina: Stop! Don't do this!

- Please!
- [g*nsh*t]

No!

Stop! Don't do this!

- Please!
- [g*nsh*t]

Stop! Don't do this!

- Please!
- [g*nsh*t]

No!

Stop! Don't do this!

- Please!
- [g*nsh*t]

- No! Stop...
- [Turns off recorder]

[Recorder clatters]

- [Speaks Italian]
_

♪ [THEME MUSIC] ♪

♪

Jack: "When I had journeyed
half of our life's way,

"I found myself within
a shadowed forest,

for I had lost the path
that does not stray."

Dante Alighieri.

Agent Garrett, the fact this this k*ller

has remained at large for so long

is a profound embarrassment to us.

So I want you all to
know how much we here

at the Special Investigations Task Force

appreciate the FBI's assistance
with this investigation.

Thank you, Commissario Conte.

We're here to help in any way we can.

Now as was true

in each of the seven
previous sets of murders,

Il Mostro returned via parcel

what he took from the female victim.

In this case, her reproductive organs.

Along with them, he left this...

His intended message to us was
nearly lost in all the blood.

Clara: "Dear Police,
my hibernation is over."

"Judgment is upon you now.

"With the waning crescent
moon, I will k*ll again

"the ones who contaminate each other.

"And I will not stop
until the Arno runs red

"like the Phlegethon.

I am the Monster. Fear me."

Ma non capisco.

The Arno is the river
running through Florence,

but what is the "Phlegethon?"

It's the river of scalding
blood that boils the souls of men

in the Seventh Circle
of Dante's "Inferno."

Ah. I should know this... [Scoffs]

given Dante Alighieri
was born in this city.

Jack, the "waning crescent moon"
begins the day after tomorrow.

So he's giving us a -hour window,

but it also means he's accelerated

his cooling-off period even more.

Yeah. In the past, he's
waited months, sometimes years,

between murders.

Well, taken all together,
his crimes span decades.

And he is clearly intelligent,
methodical, mission-oriented.

We're probably dealing
with a mature male

who is highly educated,
financially secure,

and he's probably grappling
with his own fear of mortality.

Commissario, right now, I'd like

to walk through the crime
scene with Agent Simmons,

while Agent Jarvis reviews
each of the autopsy reports.

Also, I think Agent Seger here

can help expedite going
through all these case files.

Maybe together, we can
uncover "the road not taken."

Sì. I couldn't
agree with you more.

Displacement of gravel suggests

that the assailant could have
arrived in a separate vehicle, but

there's not enough here to lift
any tire impressions from it.

So let's run through this.

Peyton and Gina drive up here and park.

They start fooling around.

Right, which means they're distracted,

so maybe they don't notice the
approaching vehicle at first.

Maybe they think it's a cop...

who gets out with a flashlight,
which keeps them in the dark.

All right, so then he
moves to the driver's side,

blinding Peyton with
his flashlight, he fires.

One sh*t. He's very efficient.

But this allows Gina time
to escape, or try to anyway.

But the UNSUB knows

that she's not going anywhere.

Yeah, because he's so
proficient with a g*n

that it's become part of his pathology.

A twisted game
of cat-and-mouse.

Exactly.

But do you know what strikes
me so much about this UNSUB?

His level of comfort here. Yeah.

He fires multiple sh*ts.

He then takes his time mutilating

and then restaging Gina Price's body.

Because he knew no one would
hear the sh*ts or screams,

not in this location,

or in the locations of
the other murders.

Thing is, if this UNSUB is preferential,

if he's choosing these
couples specifically,

just having a night of fun,

then how in the world does
he know that they'll end up

in a location that suits
him so perfectly?

Good question.

♪

Here are the rest of the
reports you need, Agent Jarvis.

Now Medico Legale Graziani
is busy at the moment,

but he has asked me to help
you translate the documents.

Great. Thank you. What's your name?

Marco. I'm an assistant coroner.

Did you assist in these autopsies?

Sì. Che brutalità.

I've never seen anything
like this before.

I wish I could say the same.

It's all too familiar,

especially the way he chose
to degrade and objectify Gina.

It seems personal.

- You think he knew this woman?
- He didn't have to,

but she could've been a
surrogate for his rage.

Well, unfortunately,

we did not discover anything
that stood out in her autopsy,

nor that of her companion.

It's always something, Marco.

You ever heard of something

called Locard's exchange principle?

- No.
- Basically, it says that

while a criminal will inevitably

take something away from a crime scene,

he will always leave something behind.

And usually that something
is found on these bodies.

Did you determine the type of blade

that was used in these
sharp-force injuries?

They made a mold a few years ago,

and it appears they thought it
was some kind of specialty Kn*fe

used by hunters or fishermen.

Not a surgical blade? Scalpel?

Not according to his reports.

Well, I think we may need to
revisit that conclusion, Marco.

Take a look.

Clean, distinct cuts.

But notice how these
dissections evolve over time?

Yes, almost as if the technique

is going from beginner to expert.

To someone who's diminished by age,

or maybe someone that just
hasn't practiced in a while.

Tell you what,

if I were a betting woman, which I am,

I would bet the house that
this Monster of Florence

started k*lling in med school,
probably became a surgeon,

and now he's finding that the joints

in his gifted, little hands
are starting to stiffen up.

Maybe arthritis.

Now you see why this case is

the longest and most expensive
criminal investigation

in Italy's history.

Yes, indeed, I do.

You know, it sort of
feels like somebody crossed

the JFK Assassination with the Zodiac.

Sì.

Conspiracy theories have
long been flooding in

to fill the void of suspicion.

I'm particularly amused by the
one about the Satanic cult...

The Order of the Red Rose.

That's weird.

I just found something in
this case file. Check this out.

It's a memo, dated back in ,

from your state prosecutor's office.

It describes a commissioned
report on Il Mostro

- prepared by the BAU.
- The BAU?

I wasn't aware the FBI had been
involved in this case before.

- Neither was I.
- Is there a copy of the report?

No, but I do have someone I can call.

[Touchscreen clicks]

- Hey, Clara. What do you need?
- Hey, Monty,

I've been digging through
some old case files here,

and I came across a reference

to a profile prepared
by the BAU back in .

- Really?
- I don't know, Monty.

You're usually very
thorough on backgrounds.

- How'd you miss this?
- Calling me out there, Seger?

I'm just saying, could've saved us

a whole lot of valuable time
if we knew there was already

a report on this UNSUB to work with.

Uh, this is crazy,

but there's no digital record
of this at all, anywhere.

Do you think this is a case of...

"Yesterday's technology, tomorrow!"

I'm pretty sure all the reports
and records of the early ' s

are still being reviewed and digitized,

which means that this guy's

gotta go old school with the
Dewey Decimal on this one.

Thanks, Monty. The clock is
really ticking on this one.

Il Mostro has promised to strike
again in less than hours.

I'll hit you back A.S.A.P.

♪

Man: Luv, it is getting on.

And need I remind you

of our rather thoughtful
dinner reservations I've made?

Oh, you are such the thoughtful one.

And I have been remiss in
demonstrating my appreciation

of your attention to my needs.

Yeah, I may have expressed
a certain enthusiasm

- for this scenario, but...
- Well, what's wrong?

Well, to be bloody honest,
we're in the middle of nowhere.

You know, I feel utterly safe
in your warm and loving arms.

- Mwah. [Laughs]
- Mwah.

Oh, my. I believe that we've caught

the attention of park authorities.

Brilliant. Just brilliant.

Sorry. You just have
to excuse our, um...

[g*nshots]

[Screams]

No!

Aah! [Crying]

- No!
- [g*nsh*t]

♪

♪

Hey, Rossi, you got a second?
I gotta ask you something.

Sure, Monty. What do you got?

I've been trying to track down
this missing subject profile

that was commissioned
about years ago.

And as far as I can tell, the
paper trail leads back to you.

Oh, it does, does it?
Well, I'm intrigued.

Do you remember being a
part of developing a profile

for a foreign subject known
as the "Monster of Florence"?

Actually, I do.

Really? Great.

You wouldn't happen to have
a copy just laying around

after years, would you?

If you have a few minutes,

I might be able to dig
up my old case notes.

You know, having to
go over these notes

after all these years,

I remember how much
this UNSUB reminded me

of David Berkowitz, the
so-called "Son of Sam."

Right. The Bronx, back in ' .

Berkowitz also targeted couples in cars.

Before they called him the "Son of Sam,"

the NYPD referred to him
as the ". Caliber k*ller."

So similar traits

of mission-orientation
and power-assertion.

And don't forget narcissism.

Yeah, but neither the "Son
of Sam" nor the "Zodiac"

performed postmortem mutilations
on his female victims.

Correct, and that's how
Il Mostro revealed himself

to be guilt-motivated.

You see, I-I think he's
native to Florence.

Certainly born in Italy.

And those Catholic
roots play a part

in his sense of
grace versus guilt,

particularly in terms of
expressions of sexuality.

So you think this aggressive
overkill on the female bodies

might be his desire to
punish the feminine form

for inspiring temptation?

In his twisted,
emotional logic, yes.

Rossi, there's an aspect
to this that seems like

a God-complex playing out,

and that would jibe with
some evidence we have

that this guy may be a surgeon.

Interesting. I recall, at the time,

investigators were more
focused on hunters or butchers.

There was even a local
chef that was questioned.

Yeah, those were several
of the unfortunate turns

that the investigation
took over the last years.

Well, yeah, not to
mention the years wasted

on victimologies that tried to explain

the UNSUB's preferential selection.

Wait. Hold on.

Are you saying you don't
think he's preferential?

Matt, the breakthrough
I had with this profile

came in the moment I realized

that this UNSUB did
not choose his victims.

He chooses his victims' locations.

Yeah, but it that's true,

since all of these murders were
committed on public properties,

each one would have to hold

some sort of significant
personal meaning to this guy.

That's right. If you could
find that through-line

that runs from location to location,

well, that'll take you
right to the Monster himself.

Rossi, it says here that there
is an assistant state prosecutor

by the name of Carmela Tafani,

and she was the one who
received your report?

Yes. I remember her.

But no further action was taken.

Do you think she buried it?

No. That would surprise me.

Il Mostro has stuck again.

I'm told this time tourists.

Gunned down in I Giardini Paradiso.

The cars will be waiting out front. Andiamo.

Jack, that's hours ahead

of the deadline he threatened us with.

Well, you let me know if I
can help you in any other way.

All right. Your two help
Conte process the scene.

Clara and I are gonna try to
track down this Carmela Tafani

and find out exactly why

Rossi's profile never
saw the light of day.

[Mae speaks Italian]

Grazie.

The victims are Rory Poole, ,

and Diane Roberts, .

They're both from London, England.

M.O. seems consistent.

Takes out the male first,

then he sh**t the female
while she's trying to escape.

Butchers her body and then drags
her right back here to stage.

Ma è pazzesco.

I do not see how, besides being lovers,

these two are connected
to the American students

or any of the other couples.

According to that missing BAU profile,

we don't have to worry
about making a connection

between the victims. We have to
find a link between this location

and the locations of the other murders.

I say we also start worrying

about his cooling-off
period dropping to zero.

I mean, this guy's been pretty
consistent with his threats, but...

something has triggered
an accelerated timeline.

- Clara: Ferma! Ferma!
- [Horn honks]

[Man speaks Italian]

[Doorbell buzzes]

Woman over intercom: Chi è?

Carmela Tafani.

Siamo con l'FBI.
Vorremmo parlare con lei.

I have nothing to say to the FBI.

Ms. Tafani, David Rossi at
the BAU suggested we speak.

It's about the Monster of Florence case.

[Door buzzes, unlocks]

Il Mostro di Firenze.

It is a case I hoped
to never speak of again.

It was the biggest mistake
of my life. Do you think

that's because after
Rossi sent you the profile,

you failed to follow up?

You're here because you
think I covered up evidence?

We're looking for the truth, Ms. Tafani,

so that we can finally
bring a k*ller to justice.

- The truth?
- Yes.

The truth is

my superiors preferred
to let a k*ller roam free

rather than to admit a woman was right.

You think that sexism contributed...

Scusi, Agent Garret. I know it.

I was too naive at the time

to... realize that my position
was merely for appearance.

Can you tell us what happened

after Rossi sent you the profile?

Scusi. [Sighs]

David had said to me that

the key was in where
the murders took place.

Each site had a meaning for Il Mostro,

and that is how I found him.

His mother had been a prost*tute
who often rendered her services

while her infant son sit quietly
in the backseat of the car.

Of course, he overcame
his humble beginnings,

rose to become a venerated surgeon

appointed to the
Ministry of Public Health.

His name was Dr. Domenico Scarpa.

And you're saying that everyone

from the lead investigator to
the head prosecutor dismissed

this Dr. Domenico
Scarpa's name out of hand?

Yes, each and every one.

And I was reprimanded,
even docked salary

for commissioning the BAU report.

Do you think they were
trying to cover up for him

- or... or somebody close to him?
- At first, I did.

But then I realized it
was really about power,

and I, of the fairer sex, had none.

Did Dr. Scarpa know he
was, at the very lest,

your prime suspect?

Not until I had the
opportunity to charge him.

Not with the murders of
the seven couples, no,

but with the r*pe of
his own sister, Renata.

You're kidding? When was this?

January, .

Renata had been found
bloodied and beaten

on the side of the road near Calenzano.

The doctors, they documented
her sexual as*ault,

which she told them had been
carried out by her brother,

whom I formally charged the next week.

But in the end,

I lost the case,

and was summarily fired the next day.

What happened to Dr. Scarpa?

He's k*lled again, hasn't he?

Il Mostro has claimed the lives

of two American students two nights ago,

and we have reason to believe
he struck again last night.

So any help you can give us in
trying to locate this individual

would be greatly appreciated.

[Opens drawer]

[Closes drawer]

This opens a locker at
the Piazza Santa Croce.

It contains all my notes
and copies of case files.

It is all I can do to help you.

Che Dio sia con voi.

You know, I would never
presume to understand or to know

what it's like to walk
in that woman's shoes,

but I think I understand another reason

why this case haunts her so much.

Why's that?

It's "the one that got away."

We all have one.

♪

- [Typing]
- So after he was acquitted of r*pe,

it appears that
Dr. Domenico Scarpa

hightailed it right out of
Florence, out of Europe.

What about any run-ins
with law enforcement?

He get arrested again?

No, but, according to
Interpol, the not-so-good doctor

was considered a person of interest

for a few regional
homicide investigations

with the same modus operandi.

- Nothing more than that?
- No. As far as I can tell,

the trail goes cold at
the end of last year.

Um, last known citing was a
condo purchase in Jakarta.

Hold up.

Uh, here's something curious.

Records I got from
Rome indicate that

there's an estate property
held by the family trust.

And it's located in Calenzano.

That looks good, Monty. Thanks.

I'll call Conte, have
him send some officers

to meet us there with a search warrant.

[Church bell tolling]

Posso aiutarvi?

Siamo con l'FBI. Abbiamo un
decreto di perquisizione.

E vogliamo parlare
con il Dottor Scarpa.

Capisco. I understand. Please.

[Man singing in Italian]

Domenico.

[Singing continues]

- Domenico.
- Ehi?

La polizia.

Not only the
polizia, my dear Lia,

but the FBI.

Extraordinary.

- This isn't a game, Dr. Scarpa.
- No. No, it's no game.

I think you are going to
try to tear my house apart

in a vain effort to find a p*stol

and find some surgical tools,

which I can assure you I do
not have in my possession.

Well, we also believe we can
tie you to m*rder of people,

and after this search, that
number's gonna go up by four.

You have been talking to Signora
Tafani, and she have convinced you

that I am the one and
only Mostro di Firenze.

Are you?

[Scoffs] Do I look like a mostro?

Yes.

Women can be so cruel.

Doctor, where were you last night?

You know, if it was not for Carmela,

I would never have to leave
Firenze those many years ago.

It pained me very much,

because Firenze the most
beautiful place on the world.

But when they diagnosed me
with the liver cancer, IV stage,

I decide to come home.

Innuendo and rumor...
They can all go to hell.

Deflecting our question only makes us

more convinced of your guilt.

By the way, how is Carmela?

I am surprised to hear that

she is not completely consumed
by a menagerie of cats.

Is this your way of saying

that you have no alibi
for the night in question?

No, this is my way of saying

I am tired of being persecute
in this witch's hunt.

I am innocent.

And you want to know where I
was last night and what I did.

And two nights before that.

Then I am in good luck,
because both nights in question,

I dined alone at Forcella D'oro.

The people there can verify
my whereabouts if you like.

- Go, ask them.
- Maybe.

So then it's going to
take some time, all right.

Why don't you join me for dinner?

I don't think so.

No, eh? Peccato.

Signore, it is your loss.

Feel free. Enjoy yourself.

I must get back to my painting.
It's most important, huh?

[Resumes singing in Italian]

Sì. Posso.

What did you find?

Nothing.

Yeah, he's certainly smart enough

to not bring his bad
habits home with him.

Perhaps you are putting too
much faith in this woman Tafani.

It has nothing to do with
faith, Commissario Conte.

Let's regroup, see what Simmons
and Mae were able to find out.

I'm pretty sure we're not
done with this Dr. Scarpa.

♪

[Sighs]

Gina: No!

Stop! Don't do this!

Diane: Please! No!

[g*nsh*t]

[g*nsh*t]

♪

Monty: Dr. Scarpa gave us permission
to examine his medical records,

and it turns out he was
not lying about the cancer.

His doctors have given him

anywhere from six months
to a year to live.

Well, that's consistent
with our profile.

They guy's desperate to
lash out and make his mark

before the clock runs out.

Yeah, but even if you think

he's still got the giddy-up
for multiple homicides,

his alibi is rock solid. [Typing]

I just got the security camera
footage from La Forcella D'oro,

and both nights, same deal.

When Scarpa dines alone,
he prefers to be by himself.

[Taps keys, beeps]

What is it, Jack? What do you see?

He's not toasting himself.

[Taps key]

The son of a bitch is taunting us.

Tafani is right. Scarpa is still
the one behind these murders.

He just must have a partner now.

It's not just a partner, Jack.

I think it's more like
Scarpa's protégé,

somebody he's grooming to take
over for him after he's gone.

That makes sense, but
it wouldn't be easy

for Scarpa to find someone like that.

I mean, the profile of
that kind of individual

would skew towards a fanatical fan.

Yes, it would.

Monty, I need you to
start looking for people

who've demonstrated an
intense interest in this case

over the years, people who've
written books, articles.

Got it. But, you know, this
being a historical case,

that list gonna be pretty damn long.

- Do you best.
- Oh, I will.

[Cellphone vibrates]

What do you have, Mae?

I was actually able to
cast a mikrosil mold

of the blade that was used
to mutilate Diane Roberts.

And I've compared that to a similar mold

that was created years ago.

Jack: They match?

To a tee.

It's the same slightly-modified
surgical scalpel.

So this protégé not only has
access to Scarpa's . Beretta,

he's using the doctor's
old surgical tools.

Now to me, that speaks
to a level of trust

one might only give
to a family member.

Well, that's true,
but as far as we know,

Scarpa doesn't have any
known relatives, does he?

What about his sister Renata?

I mean, what happened to her?

Carmela: You can't honestly believe

that Renata is part of all this.

Ms. Tafani, I believe
that Scarpa needs something

he's never needed before.

He needs the bond of trust that
can only be found in family.

He would not have
found that with Renata.

He betrayed her! Savagely.

And I failed her.

No. No, you tried to prosecute him.

I lied.

I told her that I could protect her.

By the time Scarpa had
entered the courtroom,

Renata had been smeared
as a drug-addicted,

mentally unstable woman

whose delusions had led to
a false charge against him.

That's not your fault.

As far as I know, Renata left Florence

before the end of the
trial and ran off to Naples,

where I was told

she d*ed later that year.

su1c1de?

I did not have the heart to ask.

Ms. Tafani, thank you.

Thank you so much for all of your help.

And I give you my word,

my team and I will do
everything in our power

to bring Scarpa and his
accomplice to justice.

I have been down that rabbit hole.

Buona fortuna,
bella. Buona fortuna.

Hey, Monty, I need you to
verify a death certificate for me

for a Renata Scarpa in Naples

around the end of .

Will do. And I'll check for any
other family ties in the region.

- Thanks.
- [Cellphone beeps]

[Woman singing in Italian]

♪

Jack: Monty, what do you got?

What I got is a death
certificate in Naples, Italy,

for Scarpa's sister Renata.

But that's not the end of
the story, not by a long sh*t.

Turns out Renata got pregnant
after her brother's r*pe,

and she d*ed of
complications from an attempt

to self-induce a
late-term abortion.

Damn. That poor girl.

- Thing is, the child survived.
- [Computer beeps]

It was a boy, born premature,

but he was eventually
transferred to the care

of Scarpa's own mother, who
would have christened him

with the name "Onario Alighieri."

Simmons: Alighieri? Is that for real?

That's, uh, that's Dante's last name.

Well, yeah, given the abuse of her son,

Scarpa's mother may have
intended it as a cruel joke.

Seems that giving him that name's

the least cruel thing
that she did to him.

Mae: From the looks of it,

Onario had development challenges,

most likely due to being
a product of incest,

and it says here that he developed

an early propensity for v*olence.

Which culminated in

the deliberate drowning
death of a female classmate

when Onario was just years old.

He was sentenced to a youth
detention facility outside Rome.

And he was released just last
year on his st birthday.

Agent Montgomery, this list right here,

these are the known aliases for Onario?

Yeah, but I got them from the
criminal database in Rome.

I haven't been able to cross-reference
them with Florence yet.

I shall do so now. Scusatemi.

So what we're looking at is

an abused and emotionally abandoned boy

who finds himself tormented
by these innate impulses

- to do harm.
- Clara: He doesn't understand them

and he certainly can't control them.

He probably thinks there's
an explanation somewhere

in his family's history.

I say Onario goes to grandma...

Who's all too willing to share
in the gory details, right?

And in discovering these
dark family secrets,

Onario develops some
twisted sense of himself.

And makes him wanna reach out
to his long-lost father,

seeking approval,

because being Il Mostro is not
part of Onario's birthright.

So Scarpa didn't need to find his son.

His son came looking for him.

And since dear old dad is dying,

he sees in his once-forgotten son

the potential for carrying on a legacy.

A way to achieve immortality.

We may have a lead on
one of Onario's aliases...

"Cambia Accorso."

He was cited for disturbing
the peace about two months ago.

And we have an address, a flat
located near Piazza del Duomo.

We're going there now.

Clara and I will got with
Conte to pick up Scarpa.

You two back up the
units taking down Onario.

Jack!

She should be here... Tafani.

She should be standing right next to us

when we walk them down
that hall to book them.

You're right. Go get her.

♪

[Indistinct radio chatter]

[Door bangs]

♪

[Door bangs]

♪

He's not here.

It's as if he knew we were coming.

How is that possible?

[Door creaks]

Carmela?

♪

[Cellphone vibrates]

[Cellphone beeps] Jack:
Clara, the Scarpas are gone.

They've got Tafani.

Stay where you
are. I'm on my way.

[Beep]

Ah, Agent Seger! How
nice of you to come.

Let her go. Last warning.

No! g*n on the floor!

Now!

[g*n thuds]

Muoviti. Move.

[Grunts] Ah!

♪

There's no escape.

I called for backup already.
You have to know that.

The only way I can save myself

is if I surrender to you unconditional.

Isn't that what you were going to say?

Scarpa, è una cosa...

- Stai zitta per un momento!
- No! Tafani!

[Strained voice] Let her go!

No one is going anywhere.

Hey, Jack, we were right

about Onario reaching out to his father.

Yeah, he's been writing
him letters every week

since he was released from
that youth detention center.

Thing is, all the letters
were returned to him unopened.

His father was completely ignoring him.

- [Siren wailing]
- Ignored him until Onario began

to emulate his father's crimes, right?

He must've gone as far

as to break into his father's house

and steal the tools of his trade.

Yeah, he broke in last week.
But how did you know that?

Onario left another
box at Scarpa's home.

The letter inside was an invitation

for him to join his son at the
execution of Carmela Tafani.

Clara's at Tafani's.

I know. I'm on my way there now.

Che ne pensi, Papà? Eh?

Vedi cos'ho fatto per te?

I bring Il Mostro back from dead, yeah?

I bring you both women
who want to punish you,

see you suffer.

Papà, see what I do, what I am?

Signora Tafani.

You go to your death knowing
you were right about me.

Ma vai all'Inferno!

All'Inferno?

You will beg for the mercy of Hell

before I am finished with you.

Papà, listen to me.

sh**t her, then give me the g*n.

Onario! He's not listening.

You did all of this for him,

and he still doesn't see you.

No, no! Shut up! Silenzio!

You don't need him. You know that.

- Onario!
- You don't need your father anymore.

You never did.

Isn't that why you brought us here?

To show him? To show all
of us who you really are?

Verme della terra!

k*ll her!

[Crying] Mi stai seguendo?!

Io sono Il Mostro.
I am the Monster.

Your son.

But I am nothing to you.

You are no son of mine.

Niente!

Aah!

Jack: Scarpa!

It's over.

♪

Finalmente. [Handcuffs rattle]

Ecco Il Mostro.

Andiamo.

Andiamo.

[Carmela crying]

[Horn honks]

♪

Commissario, hold on.

Sì.

This one's hers. Don't
you think she's earned it?

Sì. Vero.

Procuratore Tafani...

per favore.

- Grazie.
- Prego.

Andiamo.

Mm. The one that didn't get away.

No. No, he didn't.