06x02 - Find the Lady

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INSPECTOR MONTALBANO:
FIND THE LADY

Girolamo.

Look who's here.

It's been a while.

You don't look too great.

Let's get a drink, give me your hand.

What, are you scared?

It'll be like old times.

A nice drink...

Girolamo and me.

There, have a seat.

Inspector, what happened?
Did you get wet?

- What do you think?
- I'd say so.

- Then I did! Fazio...
- Yes, Inspector?

- Where's Mimi? Augello?
- Haven't seen him, but...

Don't you start too!
l know I'm wet.

Close the door.

I just saw something very odd.

- A one-man funeral.
- There's usually only one of them.

A one-man funeral procession.

Must be Girolamo Cascio.

- The constructor?
- Yes, Inspector.

- The dead guy or the other one?
- The dead guy.

The other one was his accountant,
Ciccio Monaco.

That miserable funeral
with all his money?

He was rich, but mean.
He lived alone.

His only friends were
his godfather Don Luigi and Monaco.

- How old was he?
- Eighty.

- He d*ed of old age?
- He got run over days ago.

It was Augello's case.

By the way, where is he?

- I don't know.
- Go and find him.

- if I catch him, he'll be sorry.
- All right.

Hello, Enzo.

Hello.
You see?

When it rains in Sicily,
it pours!

I noticed.

Your table is almost dry.

- Please.
- I'll be right back.

Hurry up you boys,
get these tables ready.

Inspector, excuse me.

I'm Ciccio Monaco.

I'd like to talk to you,
it won't take long.

- Go ahead.
- Right here?

Not here,

it's a private matter.

Okay.

What is it?

You know about Girolamo's death.

Of course.

Please allow me to say
something's fishy.

What do you mean?

I've been working with
Girolamo for years.

I did everything for him.

I was his accountant,
secretary, cook and chauffeur.

When I heard about the accident,
l went straight to the scene.

How could this have happened?

Do you know where it happened?

No.

A brightly lit area

and there are no skid marks.

I noticed that immediately.

- Did you tell the officers?
- No.

Why not?

No one asked me
and this is strange.

I don't know...

Girolamo had been acting
pretty odd lately.

He received anonymous phone calls
and stopped answering.

He was too afraid.

That night he made it clear

he wanted me to take him home.

- Did you?
- No.

- Why not?
- My back was k*lling me.

You had dinner together?

Yes, at my house.

We watched TV until midnight

then he left.

- Inspector, your table's ready.
- I'll be right there.

I should go now
and let you eat in peace.

Thank you, Inspector,
for listening.

- And I'm sorry to bother you.
- No, thank you.

Have a good evening.

Dr. Pasquano!

I'm not looking,
l just want Dr. Pasquano.

Excuse me.

- Can I have minutes of your time?
- Right now?

It won't take long.

I'll forget my cards!

- Just one...
- All right, wait for me over there.

- Let me finish this hand.
- Thank you, excuse me.

The only time I get three 's.

- Well?
- it's about Girolamo Cascio.

What do you care?

Just a few details
and you can go back to poker.

- It's not poker, it's Tresette.
- Tresette.

- Now what do you want?
- You performed the autopsy.

Yes.

His blood had an extremely
high alcohol content in it.

He was covered in vomit
and was walking like he was seasick.

I'm sure
he walked out in front of the car

and the car couldn't stop in time.

- Going too fast?
- I just said, he was drunk!

Not him, the car!

It was surely going over the limit.

- How did Cascio die?
- On the spot.

His spinal cord broke right in half

like a twig.

- When did it happen?
- Around or am.

- You're sure?
- Of course.

He d*ed at the scene
and that's when it happened.

Thanks, I'll let you
get back to your poker game.

Tresette, Inspector!

You should learn how to play.

- Right, we could split my winnings.
- Okay, goodbye.

Mimi!

How nice to see you!
Come over here.

- What is it, Salvo?
- Let me get you some coffee.

- I'm busy.
- No time for coffee with a friend?

Two coffees, please!

Right away, sir.

What's going on?

You haven't been around for days.

I know but...

Remember Pasqualino?

- One of my informers.
- Who gives you bad information.

This time he was right.

- He saw Tarantino here.
- Tarantino?

- The missing con man.
- I know, what about it?

My informer saw him
near his house

so I did a stakeout here,
but didn't find anything.

You've been looking for months
and still haven't figured him out?

You know what he got away with?

More or less a million euros
in cash.

How can you catch someone like that?

He could buy anyone off.

- So what do I do?
- Be patient, Mimi!

What about the Girolamo case?

Cascio?

It was an accident.

- Did you talk to Ciccio Monaco?
- Who?

His secretary for years.

Talk to him about what?

You're so into this Tarantino case,

you've neglected Cascio.

True, I say it was an accident.

Call Judge Scognamiglio,

he's been calling me
and tormenting me about it!

Hi.

- Hello.
- Hello.

You know her?

Of course I do.

May I ask how...

It's Gloris Tarantino.

Tarantino?
Not Tarantino's wife?

Yes, she's his wife.

That's why Tarantino
can't have gone far.

With a woman like that as a wife,
you don't leave.

And Tarantino's notorious
for being jealous.

Now I know why
you're so interested in this case!

Have you looked at her?
Not only is she gorgeous...

She belongs to the category of women

you take to bed.

She has this way
of crossing her legs

that stops your blood
in its tracks.

That kind of woman can get
your fire burning in or out of bed.

And you're highly flammable!

Priests don't blind you on the altar.

I look at women.

I'm sure she's glad
l can't catch her husband.

Of course, it's her husband!

I know, I know.

She's happy because l...
Mimi Augello,

have been defeated
both as a cop and as a man.

- So this is a personal matter!
- No, it's all under control.

It's not under control,
I've seen that look before.

Under control!

Grazie.

Hi.

Just a moment!

Come in.

- May I, Judge?
- Oh, it's you!

- Expecting someone else?
- No.

- Well then?
- it's just an expression.

Sure!

Come in!

You worked with my deputy on...

the Girolamo Cascio case.

Your deputy said
it was a random speeder.

Please, sit down.

Didn't you notice anything odd?

Cascio was drunk and got run over.

Perhaps I'm a little sentimental

and it was my first case as judge.

- I was young.
- What are you talking about?

- This was in the victim's wallet.
- What is it?

I carry my grandson's pictures
in my wallet,

it's odd to find a thing like this
in a dead man's.

- Remember the Pennisi trial?
- No.

Sure, you're too young.

It was years ago.

Rocco Pennisi was an architect
who k*lled his lover's husband.

It was a crime of passion,
the evidence was clear.

Pennisi was sentenced
by all three courts.

Few remember it but
Pennisi was released a few days ago

and suddenly Cascio was k*lled.

There could be some connection.

How are the two related?

Cascio worked for Pennisi,
he ran his worksites.

- Cascio left a fortune.
- I know.

Cascio started getting rich
when Pennisi went to jail.

ROCCO PENNISI RELEASED

- He was found here?
- Yes.

He got ran over here
and his body ended up here.

There are no skid marks.

Even a drunk brakes if
he runs over someone.

Maybe he was run over elsewhere
and left here, where did he live?

Down there, by that red building.

- Where does Ciccio Monaco live?
- Here, in that side street.

Let's go.

Come in.

Mr Pennisi.

- I'm Inspector Montalbano.
- Hello.

Sit down.

Do you know why
you were called in?

No.

You must have wondered why.

No.

How long have you been free?

Since March.

Heard about Cascio's death?

Yes.

It happened a week after your release.

Yes.

- Did you know him?
- Yes, he worked with me.

We had a construction company.

You knew him well.

Yes, he was good at his work.

Were you in contact with him?

- While I was in jail?
- No, after you got out.

No,

not with him nor with anyone else.

I didn't talk to anyone.

It hasn't been easy getting back
into the world.

On the night of March th
when he was k*lled...

.. where were you?

At home, as I always am.

Can anyone confirm that?

Yes, my sister.

- Hello.
- What do you want?

- I'm Inspector Montalbano.
- Oh, yes!

I was absorbed in my solitaire.

I've been trying for years.

I remember.

But you're good luck,
I'm going to win today.

My husband's expecting you.

Follow me.

My husband's always
got his hands full.

So have you ma'am,
with those cards!

Antonino,
Montalbano is here for a visit.

- Hello, professor.
- Hello, Inspector.

- I'm sorry to bother you.
- Don't worry about it.

Well then,
I'll just get back to my cards.

Thanks.

I came because
l respect you very much,

but I've never allowed friendship
to get in the way of work.

Of course not!

When I heard Rocco was called in,
l told him not to worry.

My cousin got out of jail recently.

I don't want to influence you,

l do trust you.

I know you'll do the right thing.

But I'd like to tell you about Rocco.

These are the newspaper clippings
from the trial.

I've filed them over the years.

It all goes back
to when he got his degree.

He went into business with a friend
who ran a family concern,

a smart kid named Giacomo Alletto.

They were hard workers

and it started to pay off.

There was a lovely lady
with them, Renata.

First she got together with Rocco
then married Giacomo.

I see you're bored,

but I must start from the beginning
or you'll be lost.

It's okay.

One night Rocco called.

He wanted to see me.

He told me he was having an affair
with Renata.

She started it and he couldn't resist.

I begged him to quit

but realized it was pointless.

But this is a small town,

everyone knows everything
about everyone.

Didn't her husband suspect
about the affair?

No, he didn't.

This probably bothered Rocco.

How?

The affair wasn't
authentic enough for Rocco.

He wanted Giacomo to know.

I asked why he didn't tell him.

He said Renata wouldn't let him.

One day Giacomo received
an anonymous letter.

This anonymous letter came.

I'll read it to you.

"Dear Giacomo,
your wife Renata...

is having an affair with
your best friend Rocco.

They meet in a flat
in Via dei Soldati, .

If you don't believe me,

go there on Thursday at pm."

Of course it's not signed.

What should I do?

Let's say I never got this letter.

But if I should get another one,

things will change.

It was a short-lived peace,

they started up again.

When Giacomo was k*lled,

Rocco was immediately charged.

The courts made a terrible mistake.

A terrible mistake?
You're absolutely sure?

A terrible mistake
that ruined Rocco's life.

Who is it?

Inspector Montalbano.

It's only in the morning,
it's too early for house calls!

Do you have a warrant?

For what?

A search warrant.

This isn't for a search,
l just want to talk.

Are you the gentleman
who was talking to Augello?

Yes.

I'm in the shower.

Can you wait five minutes?

Sure, take your time...

- Come in.
- Thank you.

Go ahead.

Will this take long?

Depends on you.

- All right, then.
- Thank you.

- May l?
- Yes.

- Go on.
- Thanks.

Here.

So no one will bother us...

That's kind of you.

It's very quiet here.

Yes, there's never much traffic.

- Do you own the house?
- Yes, it belonged to my family.

I inherited it from my grandmother.

May l?

You're lucky.

- It's a beautiful home.
- Thank you.

- Do you have any other homes?
- No.

How long has it been
since you've seen your husband?

Two years,
since he went on the run.

Aren't you worried about his health?

Why should I be?

I don't know...

So long without hearing from him...

l said I haven't seen him,
not that I haven't heard from him.

He calls occasionally.

You should know that,
l know you've tapped the phone.

- How funny!
- What's so funny?

- How the house is set up.
- Why is it funny?

I don't know,
just a feeling I have.

Well, thank you for this brief chat.

- I'll show you out.
- No, thanks. I know the way.

Goodbye, Inspector.

- Sorry?
- Goodbye.

Goodbye.

- What is it, Mimi?
- What was the point of that?

Of what?

- The Tarantino visit.
- Are you jealous?

Was it necessary to go there

even though I'm always there?

By the way, Beba called.
She's been looking for you.

- Have I forgotten my cell phone?
- She was worried.

I'll call her later...
Why did you go to her house?

To see what
you're not capable of seeing:

Mrs Tarantino distracts you
and you don't notice things.

- What did you see?
- The house has escape routes.

You'd need men to catch a fugitive.

And there's something else.

What?

Have you noticed how

she keeps the phone off the hook?

- She says so no one will interrupt.
- So someone can listen in!

So her husband can hear!
As you said, he's jealous.

Look for a garage or a room
or a garden near the house

where he can hide
when he comes to visit her.

I'm going to call Beba.

Good luck.

- They can see us!
- The rain hides us.

- You're crazy.
- Crazy... about you.

I have to go.

No, not now.

- I have to go!
- No!

PENNISI CHARGED

ROCCO WAS IN LOVE
WITH ALLETTO'S WIFE

l looked at these documents
and tried to read between the lines.

What do you think?

The evidence against
Pennisi is irrefutable.

It's hard to find doubt of his guilt.
l know you're his cousin...

l know.

The charges were based
on the lack of an alibi,

he had a lot of possible motives.

Many of his friends said he was guilty

when he was arrested.

And his attitude during the trial
was another convincing factor.

He acted like it wasn't his problem.

His attitude made it look like
a confession,

so the prosecutor
claimed it was premeditated.

The police and the judges
went straight for Rocco.

Rocco lost everything...
his freedom, his woman, his job

and most of all his dignity.

But other people gained from that.

What do you mean?

His lover was then free

of him and her husband.

She didn't raise a finger
to defend Rocco at the trial.

Yes, her attitude was indifferent

but why would Renata want
to be free of Giacomo and Rocco?

- Hi.
- Hi.

You scared me.
How did you get in?

- The gate was open.
- I leave it open for you.

- ls Giacomo at the office?
- Yes, he called to say he was late.

- How much time have we got?
- Not much.

No, I have to go.

Just another second.

- No, I said I have to go.
- Stay a little while longer.

- I shouldn't have come.
- No, I'm glad.

No, I shouldn't have.
You never know when to stop.

What are you doing with that g*n?

Things would be
so much easier this way.

What are you doing?

Just one squeeze

and it's all over.

Me, you and Giacomo...

All settled.

Put it down, please.

Or we could lock ourselves in a room,

load one b*llet and take turns

and see who gets hit.

That would be nice, right?

Don't be ridiculous.

Or I could just blow my brains out.

I'm leaving.

Ls anyone here?

- ls anyone here?
- Who is it?

Hello,
I'm Inspector Montalbano.

Hello,
are you looking for my brother?

Rocco?

No, actually I wanted you.

Me?

Yes.

- Have a seat.
- Thank you.

I heard you visited
my cousin, Tommasino.

Yes, Professor Tommasino.

He told me about the trial.

I wanted to ask about your testimony.

No one believed me.

They called me a poor blind girl.
The papers depicted me as a silly girl

who just wanted to protect
her brother with a lie.

- But that's not true.
- No.

I thought about that day

over and over so much

that it's as if I actually saw it.

I was alone at home,

Rocco was at work.

There were some workers here
every day

replacing the gas pipes.

Ls someone there?

Ls that you, Rocco?

Who is it?

Rocco?

Ls someone there?

Yes, I'm from the gas company.
l have to check up.

Check up on what?
No one told me.

Where are you going?

The kitchen's downstairs.

Come back here.

Where's he going?

- Were there gas pipes up there?
- No.

- Where did Rocco keep his g*n?
- In his room.

- Upstairs?
- Yes, but I didn't know then.

- How long did that man stay?
- Just a few minutes.

- Did you follow him up?
- No, he ran up.

Did your brother notice
his g*n was gone?

It was our father's,
he'd never used it.

He found out it was gone

when they told him
Giacomo had been k*lled with it.

Inspector,

it was just me and my brother
in this house

and we never had guests.

Only one person
could have know about the g*n

and that person was Renata.

Rocco brought her home often,

despite the risk of it.

He was crazy,
like a teenager in love.

He lost his head over her.

I could hear them at night

walking up the stairs

and going into his room.

Hello, Inspector.

Hello, who is it?

Xavier Granieri, from Argentina.
years old, from Buenos Aires.

He had hotel room keys in his pocket.

- Who found him?
- A park ranger, over there.

- Did you detain him?
- Yes, so you could question him.

- I don't know if he can add anything.
- it's okay, let him go.

Hello, doctor.

Hello, Inspector.

Point blank.
Like an execution.

- Was he k*lled here?
- No, there's not enough blood.

When did it happen?

You want to know about
his childhood illnesses too?

Or how many kids he had?
l just got here!

Not down to the minute,
just an idea!

- No more than hours ago.
- Distinguishing marks?

It's just a personal opinion,

but I'm a bit wary of his features.

I think he's had plastic surgery.

He's got scars.
I'll know more after the autopsy.

All right, thanks.

- Hello, judge.
- Hello, Inspector.

A Mafia k*lling
like in the old days!

Why Mafia?

He was sh*t in the temple,
like an execution.

- I need a favour.
- Go ahead.

I want to see Pennisi's trial reports.

You think Pennisi's release and
Cascio's death are related, right?

- Maybe, I just want to see them.
- Okay, stop by my office.

Grazie.
Goodbye.

Fazio!

Inspector.

- Did you check out that house?
- No, it looked abandoned.

- There's smoke.
- There wasn't before.

Go and look inside.

Someone's here.
The fire's lit and there's food.

Yes?

Come on.

Hello.

I'm Inspector Montalbano
from Vigata.

- Do you live here?
- I have all my life.

- Were you home yesterday?
- No, I was out with the sheep.

Did you hear anything unusual...
cars, g*nshots?

- No.
- Not at all?

A body was found
not far from your house.

Really?
No.

All right, thanks.

- Galluzzo!
- Fazio!

- Well?
- I spoke to the maids.

Granieri was a mystery man,
he'd go out early and come back late.

- Have we found anything?
- Don't think so.

Just some ashtrays full of cigarettes.

Keep looking.

Well?

Nothing,
no train or plane tickets

or any kind of ID,
letters, postcards.

He just came out of nowhere.

May l?

- Hello?
- Hi, Salvo!

- How are you?
- Fine.

Mimi, Salvo's here.

I had to take the little one
to his great grandmother.

She's over years old.

Five old maid sisters too,

it was hard!

This family never ends!
Are you hungry?

- Aren't I always?
- Sorry, I was getting dressed.

You brought your father's wine?
Thanks!

I wanted to drink the last bottle
with you two...

- Want some, Beba?
- I'm coming!

- Anything to tell me?
- Like what?

- Last night's raid.
- There's not much to say.

Mrs Tarantino was the only one
to enjoy herself last night too.

Yes, we were so close
and that pisses me off even more.

You were right,

the hideout was a garage
owned by Mrs Tarantino's uncle.

It was connected to the house
by phone.

See?

The hideout was empty,
Tarantino got away.

Mimi, I help you out
and you let him get away.

- Salvo, do you like eggplants?
- Yes, why?

I made them in every way possible,

my relatives gave me tons.

I love eggplant.

Cheers!

Mimi, give me the baby.
He's so tired.

Come here, sweetie!

It's good but needs to breathe
a little.

To Mrs Tarantino.
May she sleep alone tonight.

- Please, Salvo!
- What did I say?

I'm not even going to answer.

What do people say about him?

That she cheats on him.
There's a big age difference.

- He's fifty and she's not even .
- That means nothing.

It does, she cheats on him

and he's in hiding.

- Hiding in a garage close to home!
- She still cheats.

Is it just a rumour?

A lot of rumours.

Have you comforted her too?

Even if you tortured me,
l wouldn't say.

- Beba?
- What?

Nothing, I'll get it.

Come on, my son has to sleep.

I was only doing it for him...
the poor thing.

- It's ready.
- it looks great!

- Was the appetizer good?
- Great.

I made "pasta alla Norma".

- Do you like it?
- Are you kidding!

It's my father's recipe,
here's the ricotta.

Salvo can tell me about
the investigation while we eat.

It must be important,
he didn't answer his phone for days.

- The pasta's good.
- You haven't tried it.

I'm familiar with it.

And I want to hear about
the investigation.

- Salvo first.
- Thanks.

Come in.

I checked up on Cascio,

the business man who got run over.

- About time!
- These things take time.

Get to the point.

There were no movements of
capital towards the business account.

But according to some,

Cascio's business was aided
by the Riolo family.

- sh*t! The Riolo mob?
- Yes.

- They used him as a cover?
- No, they collaborated.

They got him contracts

in order to b*at the competition.

Smart guy!
That's all?

What do you mean?
l found out he's with the Mafia!

You're awful touchy this morning!

It was only a question.

Mr Pennisi is here.

Let him in.

- I'm done.
- Thanks, Fazio.

Hello.

You're the one who found
the dead body I saw on TV?

Yes, have a seat.

Right.

As you can imagine,

l want to avoid any legal issues

after what I've been through.

But since it's you...

- Go ahead.
- I saw that man twice.

Once alone and once with a woman.

Go on.

I saw him alone
outside on the sidewalk.

He looked at me

then he stared as if he knew me.

I detected a sort of smile,

it was very explicit.

What about the second time?

The second time
he was talking to Renata Dimora.

Where?

At her house.

You went to her house?

- Yes.
- When?

After I got out of jail.

Why?

She called me
and wanted to see me.

I said no, but the next day
l went over to her house.

What made you change your mind?

Her voice.

When I got there,
she was talking to him in the garden.

Perhaps arguing,

l was far away and couldn't tell.

When Renata saw me
she made him leave.

- I never saw him again.
- Did she tell you who he was?

No, she said nothing about Granieri.

Look, Mr Pennisi,

did you see Renata again?

Mr Pennisi?

Yes, I called her
when I saw Granieri on the news.

She rushed over

and told me
it was none of my business.

- May l?
- Who is it?

- Inspector Montalbano.
- Come in, the bell's broken.

I'm coming.

To what do I owe the honour?

Sorry it's so late,
l need to talk to you.

- Sure, come in.
- Thanks.

In there.

You were about to eat!

No problem.
Actually, if you'd like...

Join me.
I'm making pasta and broccoli.

No, thanks. I've eaten.
But you go on anyway.

You see, Inspector...

I've been living alone for years
since my mother d*ed.

But I don't go hungry

and even if I say so myself,
I'm not a bad cook.

Absolutely delicious.

The secret's sautéing
the garlic to the right point

without ever burning it.

Then you add the broccoli
and cook it slowly

and add a dash of a special wine
a friend of mine makes.

It's really, really delicious.

Did Cascio and Miss Dimora
know each other?

I don't know, she came
to his office a couple of times.

Do you know this man?

No, who is he?

I wish I knew.

Tell me about those phone calls
Cascio never wanted to answer.

That man was always calling.

How do you know
it was always the same man?

Because he had...

he had an unmistakeable voice.

Hoarse... scratchy.

How can I say...
A really ugly voice.

And that accent...

- An accent?
- Yes.

Kind of a weird cadence,
l can't describe it.

Look, there are rumours

that Cascio

was in with the Mafia,
do you know anything about that?

They did favours for each other.

What kind of favours?

They helped Cascio get contracts

and Cascio
gave them some of his profits.

Who are they?

I don't know!

I can't help you.

Some say they were
from the Riolo family.

- But I didn't tell you that.
- You haven't told me anything.

Come in, she'll be right here.

Thank you.

My husband.

He was the love of my life.

What about Rocco Pennisi?

A youthful error
that I paid dearly for.

Have a seat.

- Thanks.
- Can I get you anything?

- Some coffee?
- No, thank you.

Did you know Girolamo Cascio?

Yes, for many years.
He did business with my husband.

- Did you see him often?
- Who? Cascio?

Not often, I'm in real estate.
He was in construction.

We did business together.

You don't need to work.

Your husband left you
a large inheritance.

Yes, he was very rich.

But I don't like being idle.

When was the last time
you saw Cascio?

A few days before he d*ed.

He was interested in property
l was selling.

I went to his office for an offer
but we didn't conclude anything.

Cascio was notorious for being tight.

Yes, and not without good reason.

He was afraid of something
or someone near the end.

- Do you know anything?
- No, sorry.

I told you, my relationship with him
was purely business.

Right.

Have you ever seen this man?

- Yes.
- You have? Who is he?

I don't know,
he came to my office once.

- Your office?
- Looking for a house to rent.

Did you notice anything unusual?

No, except for his foreign accent.

I gave him some options
but never saw him again.

Did something happen to him?

He's dead.

He was m*rder*d.

It's odd you haven't heard about it,
it was in the papers, on TV...

I don't have time to watch TV.

One last thing.

I'm reading the transcripts
from the Pennisi trial.

- I know.
- How do you know?

- Word travels round here.
- Good.

I was wondering if you'd care
to give me your version of it.

No.

You don't know
how hard all that was for me.

Rocco Pennisi ruined my life.

I'll never forgive him.

Come in.

- Inspector.
- Fazio, what is it?

I looked into Granieri's movements.

He came to ltaly February rd
according to his passport.

He landed in Milan then
flew to Palermo.

He must have come by train,
he didn't rent a car.

- The hotel porter confirmed.
- Does he speak Spanish?

How would I know?

Did Granieri speak in ltalian,
Spanish or Swahili?

I don't know, I can find out.

- Okay, make a phone call.
- Right now?

Unless you have previous engagements.

- No.
- Then do it now. Come in!

Mimi! You look awful...

What happened?

Forget about it,
this isn't the right time.

Catarella called last night,
Galluzzo was sick.

- He had the flu?
- Yes.

He was supposed to stake out
the Tarantino house.

Let me guess, you had to do it.

Poor Mimi!
Another night with Mrs Tarantino!

Not with her, outside her house.

And it was cold last night.

Come in!

- I made the phone call.
- And?

The porter said he spoke ltalian
with a slight accent.

And he had a weird voice.

Weird as in hoarse and scratchy?

- How did you know?
- I just did.

Can you let us in
on what goes through your head?

Sorry, I lost control of the door.

- Sir, I wanted...
- Wait.

What goes through my head is that
the porter described Granieri's voice

like Monaco described the voice
of Cascio's anonymous caller.

So?

Most likely
Granieri was calling Cascio.

Good job, Fazio.

Granieri and Cascio
are both dead, aren't they?

So?

Usually either the stalker or
his victim survives.

But here they're both dead.
What does that mean?

I don't know.

We need a recording
of Granieri's voice.

Where can we get
a recording of his voice now?

Excuse me, I know dead bodies
don't answer their phones

but before he became
a dead body,

he might have recorded his voice
on his voice mail

even though dead bodies
don't answer their phones.

When you call a mobile phone,

the person might say:
"You've reached John and..."

Good job, Catarella.

- What are you looking for?
- I'm looking for... Here.

The list of things
found in Granieri's hotel room.

There were no mobile phones.

But there was the contract
for his phone number.

He might have recorded
his voice on the voice mail.

Fazio, go and get Monaco.
Catarella, do me a favour.

Try and record
the voice mail of this number.

Right away! I forgot,
Judge Scuba-diglio's on the phone.

His name's Scognamiglio!

- You left him waiting?
- Yes.

- I'll call him later.
- Okay.

I'll be in my office if you need me.

The person you're calling
is not available.

You're being transferred
to the voice mail.

I can't answer right now,
leave a message after the beep.

- Can I hear that again?
- Of course.

I can't answer right now,
leave a message after the beep.

That's enough, it's his voice.

He's the one that was calling Cascio.

I can't answer right now,
leave a message after the beep.

It's been a long time
but I think it's the same voice.

Even though I don't remember
that strange accent.

Back then... did you ever tell anyone

about the gas technician
coming over?

No.

- Not even your brother?
- No, he wasn't very approachable.

He was so touchy and irritable.

- Don't leave, Renata.
- it's late, you know that.

Don't leave now.

Don't be ridiculous.

Stay here.

- Let go, you're hurting me.
- You're not leaving.

You're hurting me!
Let go!

You're not leaving!

When will you ever grow up?

Let go, you're hurting me.

If you leave,
l never want to see you again.

You know the rules,

I'm not leaving Giacomo.

This is all
you will ever get from me.

Fine, let's ask Giacomo.

We'll see if he agrees.

Don't even think about it, Rocco.

Don't even think about it.

A few days before the crime,
Rocco kept mentioning arguments.

He really wanted her
to run away forever with him.

You didn't mention
these things at the trial at all.

I'm always hesitant
to talk about private matters.

Everybody's keeping everything
to themselves in this whole affair.

Honestly, I thought
this would make Rocco

appear even more guilty.

- I have to go, I'll give you a lift.
- Thanks.

- Thank you very much.
- No, thank you.

It's so kind of you to work
so hard on my brother's case.

No, it's your cousin
who started my wheels turning

and they won't stop
unless this is solved.

However it ends, I'm grateful.

You're exactly like I imagined you.

- Am l?
- Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Shall we?

Mimi!

- What a great day!
- Congratulations.

Even though Tarantino
doesn't look all that smart.

He gave me the run-around
but I got him in the end.

- Now the door is open.
- What door?

Mrs Tarantino's.

I don't do those things
now that I'm with Beba.

Mimi, a leopard
can't change its spots.

No, I don't do that anymore.

Watch where you stick your paws,
she can be a mean one.

No, not anymore, no...

Capuozzo!

If in the things you find
at the Tarantino home,

there are any bank statements,
let me know.

- Okay.
- Thanks.

We received a reply
from the Argentinean consulate.

Granieri isn't Granieri.

- He's not?
- His real name is Lumia.

Salvatore Lumia. He was and
immigrated to Argentina years ago.

He worked for Sinagra,
but the Riolo mob borrowed him.

Wait,
when did he go to Argentina?

The exact date was...

- .. January .
- Just after the Pennisi crime.

- And there's more.
- What?

The shepherd who lives in the house
where his body was found

is a Lumia too... his father!

Shall I get the car ready?

No.

No, what's the rush?

Okay.

Yes?

You don't like talking about the past
but I'm starting to figure this out

and I wanted your support.

- Tell me something, Inspector.
- Anything.

Why did you take
this whole story so much to heart?

A man was k*lled.

I believe his death is related
to what happened years ago.

I think Rocco Pennisi spent
years in jail unjustly.

So you think you're smarter
than the magistrates

who found Rocco guilty
for k*lling my husband?

Of course not.
it's not how smart I am.

I just don't believe
your husband was k*lled by Pennisi,

he was k*lled by the Mafia.

The Mafia?

So now you too believe

that all crimes in Sicily
are committed by the Mafia?

Why would the Mafia
k*ll my husband?

The Mafia kills for
their own interests and for favours.

Favours to whom?

Girolamo Cascio.

While Pennisi was rotting in his cell,
the k*ller went to Argentina.

He changed his name but
we recognized his voice.

Virginia, Rocco's sister, recognized
his voice as the gas technician

who just a few days before
your husband's death,

came to her house
and stole Rocco's g*n.

His name wasn't Granieri
but Salvatore Lumia

and he wasn't a gas technician,
he was a Mafia hit man.

So Cascio had
my husband k*lled by this hit man

and then blamed Rocco.

Why?
To get his business on the cheap?

Right.

Let's move on...
Who k*lled Girolamo?

Pennisi gets released after years
then kills an ex-employee?

Why?

Maybe Rocco wanted revenge.

No, if he had, he'd would want it
with you, not Cascio.

Me? Why's that?

Because you organized
your husband's death with Cascio

and blamed Rocco Pennisi,
your lover.

Why would I have ruined
such a perfect situation?

I had a lover I liked
and a rich husband.

Because Rocco didn't want
to share you anymore.

He wanted to go and tell
your husband about the affair.

That would have ruined
your perfect situation

and you'd have to give up
your husband's money.

So...
you've decided to blame me.

I'm the guilty one now.

Why?

Because you're the only one who knew
where Rocco kept his g*n

and you told the hit man.

And you didn't go to meet Rocco
when you were supposed to

so he wouldn't have an alibi
that would exonerate him.

The night of the m*rder, Tommasino
had invited Virginia to dinner

along with Rocco.

Rocco said he didn't feel well,

he wanted to stay home,

he didn't feel like going out.

Why?

Renata?

Because he was supposed
to meet up with you.

But you didn't show up that night.

And Rocco waited in vain.

The next day Rocco's g*n was found
next to your husband's body

so it was easy
for the police to blame him.

That...

is only in your head,

assumptions.

You have no proof.

I have what I need
to open the case back up

and this time
Rocco will give his version.

Rocco will never talk.

You're wrong,
doing time changes people.

Instead of turning into a monster,
Rocco opened his eyes.

He saw you with Granieri

and he saw how Granieri
and Cascio ended up.

Maybe when
Judge Scognamiglio questions him,

he'll blame you for Cascio's m*rder.

I have nothing to do
with Cascio's m*rder.

Granieri k*lled Cascio.

He came back from Argentina
to blackmail him

but Cascio didn't give in,
he was too tight.

I think he k*lled him
so I would give in.

Then Granieri d*ed too,
who knows why.

Right.

You're pretty accurate about
what happened years ago.

But you'll never be able to prove it.

Now if you'll excuse me,
l have to go.

I'm tired.

One last question.

How were you able to
go to sleep at night

knowing the man
who really loved you

was spending years
behind bars because of you?

I don't know.

I don't know
how I ended up this way.

I was born in poverty.

I wasn't willing to lose it all
for Rocco's love.

Love isn't eternal.

Love is only an illusion.

Mr Pennisi.

- What are you doing here?
- Hello, Inspector.

- Hello.
- I'm moving to Rome.

Did she confess?

Sort of.

I hoped it wasn't her.
That probably sounds ridiculous.

No.

No.

Can I help you in any way?

No, Inspector.

Good luck.

- No one's here?
- Not even the sheep.

You were right,
he took them out to pasture.

I want you to go back,
get Catarella and go home.

And what are you going to do here?

Just take the car to Vigata.

- Call me, I'll come and get you.
- No, I'll walk back.

- What? Vigata's too far!
- Fazio!

Go on.

All right.

Who's there?

- Inspector Montalbano.
- Inspector!

- I was waiting for you.
- And I was waiting for you.

Sorry, I'm tired.

How long had it been
since you'd seen your son?

Would you believe me?

Yes.

Twenty years.

He was a kid when he left
and I never heard from him.

Then I saw a silhouette
at my door the other night.

He walked in and hugged me.

I hadn't seen him for twenty years.

He was hungry,
he sat down and took his jacket off.

Then I noticed he was armed,
he had a revolver.

- Did he say why he was back?
- To collect a payment.

He'd k*lled a man here
before he left.

Somebody refused to pay him for it
so he k*lled him too.

He was going to k*ll a woman too

but then he said she paid
and he started to laugh.

My blood curdled.

Why?

Because of his laughter.

That laughter
showed what my son was.

And I'd never wanted
to believe it.

When I asked him
how many people he k*lled,

he answered as if
he was talking about ants.

He said eight.

Then he said something
he shouldn't have.

He said he k*lled
a nine-year-old boy...

.. and kept on eating.

So I took the g*n

and sh*t him in the head,

execution style.

I dragged him outside.

Why didn't you report his death?

I wanted to k*ll myself too.

With the g*n in the oven?

Yes, that was his.

- Why didn't you?
- I was waiting for you.

I didn't want an innocent man
to pay for what I did.

Are you going to arrest me now?

I should.

What meaning
can life have to a father

who k*lled his own son?

I want to die here,
k*ll myself with my son's g*n,

in the same place where I k*lled him.

But I'm a police Inspector.

I know.

But the dead are dead.

And now that my son is dead,
let the dead rest in peace.

But the dead don't really rest.

When the dead are k*lled,
they don't die on the spot.

They're like dead snakes
whose tails still wiggle

or fish who keep flopping
on the floor of the boat.

The living don't understand the dead.

I want to die

so if you arrest me,
I'll k*ll myself anyway.

Let me die in my own way.

You're a real man, you'll understand.