01x03 - Emissaries of Darkness

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Tell us more, Inspector.

The relationship between the police force
and the public is complex.

But we’re always on the public’s side.

There needs to be mutual trust.

Is there anything else
you’d like to add?

Yes. We can understand
people’s problems

and help resolve them.

People can trust us.

How can people establish
a relationship with you?

- How do they contact you?
- Through social media, of course.

By writing to us
or visiting our stations.

We’ll listen to them

and help them, of course.

- Inspector... I was looking for you.
- Why?

- You have fans.
- Reva, quit bullshitting.

I’m serious.

- So, what’s this stuff?

- So, what’s this stuff?

Letters and stuff for you.

- Okay, hand it over. Thanks.
- Sure.

Look, a misunderstood artist.

- Nice.
- Very.

Nobody has ever done my portrait.

Then next time you go on TV.

Moment of narcissism.

I’m not good at that stuff.
They asked you because you are.

They asked me because
I can speak in complete sentences.

Plus, a woman in uniform
is reassuring.

Everyone fell for it.

You seemed so nice, so kind.
If only they knew.

Monte, what’s with you today?
Got nothing to do?

- Help me, then.
- Yes, boss.

I'm glad you’re doing well.

Antonio!

To Forensics. Now.

It’s clear that
it’s a young man’s p*nis.

The tissue appears supple.

See the scalpel mark?
It was surgically severed.

Using standard methods.

- By a professional, you mean?
- Look at this.

It’s a suture.

- That’s insane.
- Why?

There’s no medical need.

It was put there just to be noticed.

Antonio, come and see.

Antonio!

What’s up?
Never seen a d*ck?

Not in a jar.

- We have to move. He might still be alive.
- He was when they cut him.

And since it was done so cleanly,
he might still be.

- Petra, Pessone will handle this.
- Why?

Someone sent you a p*nis.
You’re too involved.

No way!

It was sent to me
so the case is mine.

- I disagree.
- Who asked you?

Fine, Petra. But I’ll tap your phone
and give you two men.

- What?
- Two agents. Just in case.

I don’t like having people around.

Listen, this isn’t up for debate.
It’s Nunzia and Reva or nothing.

Fine. They can guard my home,
but that’s it.

After all, I’ll have Antonio.

You can live your life.
Those guys won’t bother you.

- I know, but it’s just the idea.
- The idea that someone’s watching?

Even as a kid
I hated having people around.

Why?

No reason.

But...

it’s nice to be alone.

Says someone who married twice.

Well, I learned my lesson.

Anything else on the package
awaiting analysis?

Nothing relevant. We went
to the post office it was sent from.

- The sender is fake.
- What did Forensics say?

The formaldehyde destroyed
all traces of DNA.

As for prints, the package
was covered with them.

- All too confused to identify?
- Yes.

There were no prints on the jar,
so gloves were used.

Antonio, it wasn’t sent to me
by chance.

Maybe it’s a stalker. Someone who
saw you on TV and was smitten.

So he sends me his d*ck
to introduce himself?

Maybe it’s someone you know.
An ex from the past?

No.

A disgruntled client
from when you were a lawyer?

A psychopathic lover seems unlikely.

And I didn’t practise law for long.

Not long enough to make enemies.

We don’t have anything.

No, that’s not true.

We know that
it was the work of a doctor

or someone
who’s handy with a scalpel.

We also know that no hospital
admitted a dickless corpse.

- You can say “p*nis”, or maybe...
- So...

either there’s a corpse
we haven’t found yet

or someone is wandering around
without a d*ck.

Right.

Is this a party?

Good night.

- She’s neglecting you.
- Want a beer?

Thanks.

This is all I have. We’ll share.

- Why do you have guards?
- It’s nothing. Corona insisted.

- Have you been threatened?
- No, it’s no big deal.

Maybe some guy who saw me on TV.

You looked good in uniform.
You did.

- You looked professional.
- Looked.

Looked.

Anyway...

Come on,
it’s a yogurt starter culture.

Just add milk, keep it in the dark
and it will propagate.

That’s creepy.

I want yogurt from the store,
with an expiry date.

You need to learn to get things
that are good for you.

So do you.

For example,
find yourself a woman.

Say that again
and I’ll stay single on principle.

It’s your principles
that get you in trouble.

Hello?

Hello?

Petra...

- Who is this?
- Petra, look closely.

- Who is this?
- You have to work it out.

You have to work it out.

Inspector Delicato here.

Can you check a call
I just got on my mobile?

Just now. Thanks.

Are you sure
I shouldn’t be worried?

- Should I stay the night?
- No. Relax, I’m fine.

Police.
We need to check the mail.

Sure.

Reva, don’t touch that!

Again, it’s a fictitious sender.

Whoever called you faked an emergency
and borrowed a lady’s mobile.

- Whereabouts?
- Around Certosa.

Did the woman give a description?

All she remembers is that he was
a young man who seemed respectable.

Again, it’s a young man’s p*nis,

surgically severed
and placed in formaldehyde.

- So no DNA this time, either?
- No.

And no sutures, but...

there’s something new.

A small cross.

- Is that wax?
- That’s right.

But the skin’s not at all red.

Meaning?

The wax was applied
to dead tissue.

So no reddening.

A wax cross...

Do we have anyone
who knows about sects, rituals?

Father Alberto. He’s a consultant.
He’s very knowledgeable.

I’ve never seen anything like this.

So, no previous cases of castration?

No. Initiation rites, of course,
cutting rituals,

tattoos... but never castration.

It’s an ancient custom
of esoteric significance

that sees sex as something dirty...

as something evil
that must be eradicated.

Are you quite sure it’s a sect?

Well... we were hoping
you could help us figure that out.

Sects are strange things.

From the outside, they can seem
like scary, baffling monsters,

but from the inside,

they’re safe places, places of refuge,

above all for fragile people.

People who would do anything
to feel part of something.

There’s also an element of secrecy.
Members never talk about the sect.

Why is that?

If you were told
that only by maintaining secrecy

could you ever attain absolute happiness,
what would you do?

I’d tell them to go to hell.

Absolute happiness doesn’t exist.

It exists.

It’s not attained through castration,

but it exists.

How is it attained, Father?

Can we drop the titles?

Sure.

When I find out, I’ll let you know.

You do know he’s a priest, right?

- He was staring at me!
- He’s still a man.

And I’m still a woman.

Yes?

Okay, thanks.

The forensic results are back.

The pigment in the wax
found on the p*nis

is vine black.

What’s that?

It’s a colour obtained
by charring vine shoots.

- It’s used sometimes in votive candles.
- Do you sell that type of candle?

We’re one of Genoa’s oldest
candle factories.

We make limited quantities of them
for a small group of nuns.

And nobody else buys them?

If I’m not mistaken, a young man
did buy some. A whole case.

- When was this?
- A month ago. Maybe two.

Do you have records
with the exact date of sale?

Let’s go and see.

Watch your step.

I have receipts, of course,

but they never specify
the type of candle.

Can we see one?

Yes.

Here.

- What’s this scent?
- Myrrh.

It purifies the spirit
and raises the soul to heaven.

Amen.

- To purity.
- What purity?

The purity of priests.

- If they had normal relationships...
- They’d be impure like the rest of us.

- But who has “normal” relationships?
- You certainly don’t.

- You even hit on a priest.
- Antonio!

What’s more exciting
than an impossible love?

I’ll leave you with that question

while I take a piss.

You could have just said
you’re going to the bathroom.

What do you think
about impossible love?

- Refill?
- Yes. Fill it up.

Police!
Everyone stay where you are.

Remain calm
and have your ID ready.

I saw a young man carrying a helmet,
in a dark coat, approaching the table.

- Nothing else?
- No, that’s all. Sorry.

All right. Thanks.

Why I’m an idiot,
didn’t I see him?

He waited until
you went to the bathroom.

He’s trying to tell me something.

Petra, please, stick to the facts.

Someone is following you
and you’re in danger.

He was right there.
He could have hurt me if he wanted to.

He sent the packages to me,
not to police HQ.

- He wants to tell me something.
- Then why doesn’t he just tell you?

I’m sure he’s part of a sect.

I think he’s afraid to talk.

Where are the bodies of these men?
Why no missing persons reports?

Yes?

We’re on our way.

It was the lab. They’ve found
another clue on the p*nis.

Is that a red stone?

No, it’s a very special kind
of marble.

When it’s mined it’s grey,
but it turns red when polished.

It’s called “Rosso Levanto”

- Where’s it found?
- Only in Deiva Marina.

It’s a small town near La Spezia.
The quarries are ancient.

We checked the list of clients.

It’s popular with the nouveau riche...

Chinese, Arabs, Russians.

So this quarry supplies
only foreigners?

Some local worksites use it, too.

Ever sleep in a place like this?

In a different life.
Luxury makes me uneasy.

So you wouldn’t want
to come here with a man?

Depends on the man.

Good morning.

You can’t come in.
We’re working.

We’re from the police.
Delicato and Monte.

Can we look around?

- Sure.
- Thanks.

- Your name is...
- Christian. I’m the foreman.

- Is something wrong?
- No, we’re just inquiring.

When will you finish up here?

Soon.
It will all be ready in a few weeks.

Out of curiosity,
how much does a room here cost?

A lot for me,
not much for the rich.

What’s through there?

The spa. Jacuzzi, sauna,
Turkish bath, sensory shower.

What’s a sensory shower?

Monte, we’re not here
to book a vacation.

Salad with tomatoes.
I washed it.

On a diet?

We could have yogurt
at your place.

After what I’ve seen recently,
a salad is just fine.

Eat mine. I’m not hungry.

You need to change tack
and not take this case so personally.

Sure. Sooner or later
everyone gets a d*ck in the mail.

What I mean is, things are probably
simpler than they appear.

Think it over. There’s no corpse.
All we have are...

Dicks.

- Okay, dicks.
- And so?

Maybe it’s just a morbid game.

Hang on, are you saying
you’re not worried

that there are people out there
willing to be castrated?

Of course it worries me.

But if what you’re saying is true,

that some mysterious sect member
is keen to contact the police,

then he should try harder.

He calls me, follows me, sends me clues.
What more should he do?

We’re not understanding him.

Anyway, I’m going home.

Wait, I’ll drive you.

There’s no need.

I’ll walk.

I can’t let you walk alone.
I’d be too worried.

Antonio...
don’t take it so personally.

Call when you get home.

Hello.

Are you Petra?

Ah! Here’s Petra.

This is Egor Zuratov, an agent
from Moscow. Inspector Delicato.

The case Egor is following
may be related to ours.

“There are eunuchs born thus
from their mother’s womb.

“Some were made eunuchs by men.

“Others made themselves eunuchs
for the kingdom of heaven.

“Understand if you will.”

This passage inspired the Skoptsy.

What are Skoptsy?

It comes from skopets,
which means “castrated”.

It’s an ancient sect that was active
until about 100 years ago in Russia.

Their founder was
Kondratiy Selivanov,

an 18th-century farmer.

He claimed to be
the son of the Holy Spirit.

He believed in the mortification
of the flesh and castration

as a means of purification
and entry to heaven.

- So you think that these...
- Skoptsy.

Perfect pronunciation.

...that these people
are related to our case?

- I’m certain of it.
- Based on what?

Kirill Vivedich.

He was a young medical student
who died of severe septicaemia.

It happens when castration
is done incorrectly.

Vivedich had just returned
to Moscow from Italy.

He spent time studying here,
at Genoa University.

But we believe he came here
for another reason.

You think he was here
to be castrated?

Yes. To follow his master.

- And who is that?
- We don’t know.

That’s why I’m here.

Inspector Zuratov will be
collaborating with you on the case.

Make sure you share
all your information with him.

Coffee!

I still haven’t figured that fellow out.

Who?

Egor.

- He’s here to help us.
- He doesn’t know the case.

He’ll slow us down.

Antonio,
what’s the problem here?

There’s no problem.
All I’m saying...

That’s inappropriate.
Our case and his are connected, so...

Maybe.

Egor!

Come in.

Monte, would you get
another chair, please?

Egor, coffee?

- Thanks.
- Sugar?

One.

Okay.
Take a look at these photos.

Thanks.

The Skoptsy consider sex
a terrible sin.

Mutilation is the only way
to resist temptation.

These are the men we investigated
as possible sect members.

Go back a bit.

Can you zoom in here?

Him.

Antonio, look.

It’s the foreman.

This was from a year ago,
during a raid on Moscow’s outskirts.

- What’s his story?
- His name is Didyim Ivanov.

That’s all we know.

None of them cooperated and we didn’t
have enough evidence to hold them.

Why do you ask?
Do you know him?

Na zdorovye.

Cheers.

Moscow has also issued
an arrest warrant for Ivanov.

I’ve looked into the resort.

Turns out it’s funded by a consortium
of Russian businessmen

headed by Adrian Azhvrilenko.

- You know him?
- A powerful Chechen businessman.

A few years ago
his bid to get into politics failed

due to his links with Organizacija.

The Russian mafia.

Azhvrilenko won’t be happy
to know his resort has been seized.

Now that the arrest warrant
has been issued,

will you go back to Moscow?

Not yet.

I need to find out what happened
to Vivedich, the student.

Where and how
he came into contact with Ivan.

Vivedich.

Yes, I do remember Vivedich.
He was here for only a month.

- Why do you say only?
- He paid three months in advance.

He was studying at the university.

- Why did he leave early?
- He didn’t say. He was very reserved.

Has something happened to him?

He’s dead.

But that’s not possible.

This is it.

There’s one in every room.

Was someone else here
after Vivedich?

Two other young men
came after him.

“Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they shall see God.”

Selivanov’s obsession.

Purity.

It’s a famous verse.
Anyone could have underlined it.

“Others made themselves eunuchs.”

Not exactly anyone, Monte.

What do you think?

Ivanov must have a lot of control
over these young men.

At that age, you need someone
who can give you answers.

But why die for this?

Have you been in this job long?

Too long.
What about you?

Not long enough.

Time doesn’t matter.

Deputy Inspector Antonio

Monte?

Coming.

There’s no ID or mobile.

We’ll see if the lab
is able to lift any prints.

Witnesses?

None yet.

The body was found by a guard
who’d just started his shift.

Check missing persons.

Death was less than 8 hours ago.

Cause?

No apparent wounds,
no signs of a struggle.

The autopsy will tell us more.

- Can you say if he was castrated?
- Tomorrow, Petra.

This one was castrated too,
but with less precision than the others.

So it wasn’t done by the same person?

I can’t say.
He died from a severe bleed.

The wound is sewn up poorly.
It’s quite sloppy.

- A rushed job.
- Probably.

Ivanov knows we’re onto him
so he was in a hurry.

The pressure is making him slip up.

Inspector...

A young man
has been reported missing.

The father’s coming in
to identify the body.

This way.

Inspector Petra Delicato.

Follow me.

Come.

Let’s not stay here.

His name was Stefano Drezzi.
Aged 23.

Medical student, junior year,
only child, still living with his parents.

Strange. There are no profiles
with his name.

Sect members have private profiles.
They’re hard to find.

They do it deliberately.

Wait...

This might be Stefano’s profile.

I cross-checked profiles
of his friends and classmates

but there aren’t many photos
or comments.

He wasn’t active.

Wait, there’s a video.

Press play.

Stop there. Rewind.

Stop there.

Now play.

- It’s him.
- Who?

The guy who called me.

Reva, find out who he is.
Is he tagged?

He has a small group of friends.
Just a few.

I think...

- This could be him.
- What’s his name?

It says Andrea.
Andrea Cattaro.

I’m Inspector Delicato.
May we come in?

- Has something happened?
- May we come in for a moment?

Of course.

- May we speak to your son?
- He hasn’t been home since yesterday.

He’s upset because a friend died.

Stefano?

They’d been friends since school.
We’re in shock too.

What’s going on?

- Do you know where he might be?

He left without a word
and his phone’s switched off.

Come in here.

Andrea is a follower of Selivanov,

the founder of the Skoptsy.

I’m sure that Andrea will contact me.
His best friend died.

- He must feel free to approach me.
- No way, Petra.

Reva and Nunzia
aren’t serving any purpose.

If he’d wanted to hurt me,
he already would have.

- Call off the guards.
- They’re not guards.

Right, so what good are they?

Reva is wasted there.
He’s smart, we need him.

Send him to the Medical School.

That’s their environment.

He’s young.
He’ll blend in with the students.

He’ll be more useful there
than outside my house,

flirting with my cleaning lady.

Fine, but give him suitable ID

and a tapped phone.

Sorry.

Hi.

Thanks.

I’d offer you dinner
but all I have is ham and yogurt.

Ham and yogurt sound great.

Come in.

- That’s my spider.
- Do you take him out?

We go to the park every day.
He loves playing with kids.

Sure about the ham and yogurt?

I’m sure.

When I was 18 I left Moscow
and I went travelling.

I was in Italy for a while.

I considered staying to study

but I had no money
and I didn’t know anybody.

“You can’t go to heaven
without a guardian angel.”

So I went back home
and enrolled at the military academy.

To those of us
who have no guardian angel.

Do you have anyone
waiting for you at home?

No. What about you?

No. Too messy.

Long-term relationships don’t work.

Never. They should warn us
when we’re young.

So we don’t waste time.

Thanks.

It looks good.

Hello?

Petra, I couldn’t do it.

But it’s not over.
There’s another one.

What’s going on?

- Did you trace it?
- Yes, Inspector.

The call was picked up
by the Arenzano tower.

Andrea’s family has had a timeshare
in Arenzano for years,

right by the beach.

They put it up for sale last year
because they never go there.

His mother says
Andrea was very fond of the place.

Eyes on the road, please.

Andrea!

Andrea, open up. It’s Petra.

Antonio...

My first in six years.

It was he who castrated the others.

Ivanov needed a surgeon.

When his friend Stefano died
on his table, he k*lled himself.

Andrea saw me on TV.

He sent me signs.
He wanted to be stopped.

But I didn’t show up in time, Monte.

Inspector, what did Andrea say
in his last call?

“There’s another one.”

Another package? Where?

I don’t know.
I haven’t had any mail.

Today’s Sunday.

It’s at the post office.

Want me to drive?

No, thanks.

Driving helps me.

The package was sent
from the city or its surrounds.

Can’t it wait till Monday?

No.

You’ll have to check all the mail
that hasn’t been scanned yet.

- Good luck.
- Thanks.

Okay, I’ll start here.

Antonio, you deal with 1.

Nunzia and Reva, 3 and 4.

- I’ll do the last one.
- Thanks.

Reva...

- Any news from the Medical School?

Blending in wasn’t easy
but I’ve identified someone interesting.

He’s a junior and he’s quite odd.

Tomorrow I’m going back
so I’ll have more info. Sorry...

Mind if I...

- Go ahead.
- Thanks.

Hi. Is everything okay?

Calm down. What’s wrong?

I can’t. I’m at work.

Okay, I’ll try.

But calm down.

I’ll call you later.

What’s up with Alba?

She’s not feeling well.
She’s worried.

Because she’s alone.

- Alba and I are seeing each other.
- Oh, really?

Guess I should have told you.

Reva, I knew.

Anyway...

as long as you’re happy.

May I go and check on her
and come back?

Yes, go. And stay there.
We can manage here.

- Thanks, Inspector.
- Go on.

Petra!

We’ve found it.

- The person you’re calling...
- Reva, where the f*ck are you?

Nothing. His phone’s off.

That’s impossible. Try again.

They’ve cottoned on to him.
Andrea sent that package to warn us.

The person you're calling
isn't available.

Nothing. Nothing!

It’s the last clue Andrea left for me.

- It’s my fault. I underestimated the risk.
- Nonsense, Petra.

Reva is smart and capable.
He’ll be fine.

We have to find him.

Ivanov?

We’re checking the airports,
but we think he’s still in Italy.

- Yes, but where?
- Never mind Ivanov.

First, let’s find Reva.

Who kidnapped him?

I don’t know, Alba. Are you sure
you didn’t notice anything odd?

No... no.

He came over because
you weren’t feeling well.

How long did he stay?

An hour, maybe.

- What did you do?
- He brought me some medicine.

- Then where did he go?
- Home, maybe.

- He didn’t call again?
- No.

- Come in.
- We checked Reva’s most recent calls.

The only unknown contact
is Marcello Vigevano.

- So? Who is he?
- A medical student.

They spoke just once
three days ago.

Okay, thanks.

I’ve told you, I don’t know him.

Then why did he call you?

I don’t know.

I don’t even know
how he got my number.

From a classmate, maybe.

Is this yours?

- Yes. Why?
- Where did you find it?

I don’t know. It’s a souvenir.

What’s going on?

Why are you asking me
about a stranger?

Antonio, step outside.

Stand up.

- Why?
- I said stand up.

Petra, you can’t.

You know that.

I know you did

Alba!

Why are you here?
What’s wrong?

He called me
and he was talking about Matteo.

I didn’t understand.

Who called?

I don’t know.

Alba, calm down.
Let’s start again.

Who called and what did he say?

It was an unknown number.
I answered and I heard this voice.

- It sounded weird.
- In what way?

I don’t know.

Alba, tell me what he said to you,
word for word.

He said that Matteo’s still alive.

If we want to see him again,
we must follow his instructions.

Here.

He said he’d only talk to you.

He wants to meet.

And if you tell anyone,
Matteo’s dead.

Drop it.

You won’t need it
if you do as I say.

Very good.

So you’re the leader
of the Skoptsy.

It’s a great honour.

People think happiness
can be bought.

Individualism, selfishness.

Nothing else. All of that
alienates us and leads us to sin.

Is that how you convinced
those young men?

I didn’t convince anyone.
I just preach Selivanov’s word.

It’s they who ask to join
this great family.

And do you know why?

Because they’re sad.

Hopeless.

But thanks to me, they can be
reunited with God and find happiness.

You manipulated them.

They’re weak.

You play with their lives.

They seek something
that’s not of this world.

Happiness is attained through pain.

And sacrifice.

Pain brings nothing but pain.

You too need someone
to guide you.

You’re seeking answers.
That’s why you’re here.

Yes.

I want to know where Reva is
and if he’s okay.

He’s fine, and he’ll remain so
if you give me what I want.

- Which is?
- Diplomatic safe-conduct.

- Azhvrilenko will find you anyway.
- You’d better hope he doesn’t.

Or you won’t see Reva again.

You’ll get nothing until I see Reva.

- You must trust me.
- I trust no one.

Then there’s no hope for him.

Wait!

Give me one day.

Just one day. Your policeman
won’t hold out any longer.

- Why didn’t you call me?
- I was reacting on impulse.

- I can’t protect you like this.
- Okay, I made a mistake. I admit it.

Reva is 25. I sent him in there.
What should I have done?

Fine. Let’s start over.

First, we have to tell Corona

and send someone
to gather evidence.

Then let’s talk to Alba again,
who was last to see Reva

and first to speak with Ivanov.

When you called Alba in,
what exactly did you say to her?

That Reva was missing.

- Did you say he’d been kidnapped?
- No. We didn’t know that then.

We didn’t, but she did.

I told you,
he brought me medicine.

Enough, Alba. When you came to HQ,
you already knew he’d been kidnapped.

No.

We’re wasting time here.

Alba...

How did you know?

I saw him! I was there.

You saw him?

Can’t say anything.

He said he’d k*ll him.

Alba, for f*ck’s sake!
If he dies it’s your fault.

Alba, we have to help Matteo.

If you want to save him,
you must tell us everything.

I opened the door
and he pushed me inside.

Who?

He had a foreign accent,
Eastern European, I think.

He put a g*n to my head
and told me to get Matteo there.

I didn’t want to.

What happened
after Matteo arrived?

They pushed him into the car
and left.

- They? How many?
- Two.

- And a young man.
- Describe him.

I don’t know. He was too far away.
I couldn’t see.

- Anything else?
- Nothing, I swear.

Stop swearing, Alba.

He told me to await instructions
and not talk to anyone.

You should have talked to me!
You should have trusted me!

Now just pray
that Reva is still alive.

I’m sorry, Inspector.
The Russians found Ivanov first.

A witness saw a black van
but couldn’t make out the licence plate.

Azhvrilenko’s men don’t waste time.

Azhvrilenko had invested
a lot of money in the resort.

He lost it because of Ivanov.

A piece of theatre like this is intended
as a lesson to anyone challenging him.

Confirmed?

All right, yes.
We’re at the university.

He isn’t at home.

His roommates said he left
early this morning.

This is it.

Stand guard.

Stop there.

You’re coming with us.

We know you belong to the sect
and are Ivanov’s accomplice.

You helped kidnap Reva
and know where he is.

Reva is a young guy like you.
Where is he?

Do you know why we’re here?

Ivanov is dead.

That’s not true.

Come with me.

Here’s your God.

Look at him.
He’s not castrated.

He duped you.

Tell me where Reva is.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

- Are you okay?
- Yes.

Come on. Come on, Matteo.

When do you leave?

Tomorrow.

You could come and visit.

I have a little place in the country.

Isolated. You’d like it.

I could.

And you could come and visit me.

I could.

Good morning.

Good morning.

- I made coffee.
- Thanks.

One sugar?

Bye.

Bye.

Hungry.

Didn’t you eat last night?

I had a busy Russian evening.

You found your impossible love.

Not that impossible.

Moscow is just a stone’s throw.

- Other revelations?
- None.

Except that the case is closed.

- Almost closed.
- Meaning?

The fourth d*ck.

One was the Russian student.

Then Stefano and Marcello.

We don’t know who the fourth is.

Maybe it’s someone
who’ll never ask for our help.

Someone who right now
is walking alongside us.

Someone who gave up living
in order to believe in something.

But maybe that’s what we all want.

To believe in someone,
or something...

to feel good.

To try and be happy.