14x02 - The Safety Net

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- Hello! What's going on?
- It's the Swedish film crew.

-Ah yes, the Swedes are going to be around here all day.
- Right. So you can't come through.

- Must I go round the country to get to the police station?
- I'm sorry.

- Good grief! Can I get through on foot?
- No, I'm sorry.

- The Inspector can come through.
- Really? I'll park up then.

- Sure, Inspector.
- Thanks.

- Nobody can come through. Nobody.
- It's Inspector Montalbano.

- Oh right, he's Inspector Montalbano. Like I care who he is.
- Stop it!

Excuse me.

Sorry, sorry! Pardon me.

- Many thanks. Appreciate it.
- Please.

Inspector

Vincenzo !

I was watching you.

If you'll permit me, it was ... magic.
You have a charisma, a strength.

- I was ... I was ... Do you know how we say it in Sicilian?
- How ?

I'm totally bewitched.

Inspector Salvo Montalbano.

- What a pleasure to see you!
- Do we know each other? - I know you.

- I'm Monika Sjostrom. One of Ingrid's cousins.
- No !

- How lovely! How's Ingrid ?
- She's getting used to her new life.

She would never have left Vigata if they
hadn't transfered her husband.

- Right.
- She's told me so much about you.

- She told me to visit you, but I don't get the time.
- Too bad!

- Do you work for this production?
- Yes, I'm an interpreter.

I'm here until sh**ting ends.

- This is Mats Brolin, the director.
- A pleasure.

- Pleased to meet you.
- Thanks.

Our protagonist
is Maj Andreasson

She's also Mats's girlfriend.
Here she is!

Your colleague with the moustache was down
here early this morning.

That's Mimì.
He's a hard worker .

That's wonderful.

- I wanted to invite you to the Ampollina party.
- What is that ?

It's a ceremony

to celebrate the twinning between
Vigata and our city, Kalmar.

- I'm not a ceremony kind of guy.
- Please!

The production team are so looking forward to it.
It's a great honour for us all.

- In that case I'll agree.
- Wonderful.

- I'll pick you up at the station, late afternoon.
- Very well.

- Wonderful!
- Bye.

- Until tomorrow.
- Bye.

- Inspector !
- Oh, Fazio !

- What are you doing there?
- Heading to work. The Swedes are blocking every route.

- Tell me about it.
- Augello went to give them a hand.

I know, only instead of a hand
he's given them a whole arm.

- What's the plot of this film?
- It's the tale of a young Swede

who is the captain of
a ship from Kalmar.

On arriving here,
he becomes too ill to leave again.

- I ask for your forgiveness, the door, it slipped.
- What's up?

Mr. CATERELLO, an engineer wants to speak
with you personally in person.

- "Catarello" ? One of your relatives?
- No. What? A relative?

I don't know him.
He's unknown and not known to me.

- Let him in. - Right away.
Engineer CATERELLO, this way.

Good day to you, sorry to interrupt.
I am Ernesto Sabatello.

A pleasure. Please, have a seat.

It's a personal matter,
I don't have a complaint to make.

Don't worry about that,
tell me about it.

The other day
I cleared out my attic.

I found a box of Super- films
belonging to my father

and I've watched them all.

Among the reels with beach holidays,
family celebrations, landscapes ...

there were six reels, how can I put it ...
that didn't quite fit with the rest.

- "Didn't quite fit" how?
- They always portray the same scene.

The sh*t is fixed and is always taken
from the same point of view.

-What does the scene look like?
-A part of a wall, always the same one.

-Anything on the wall? -No, nothing.
-What does it mean? - No idea

but the odd thing is
that they have all been sh*t

in the same month,
on the same day, at the same time

from to ,
the year my dad d*ed.

-How do you know?
-Each film has a title sh*t showing writing with the date.

So you found six of
your father's movies

in which from ' to '
on a given day, at the same time

- you're dad has filmed the same exact wall?
- Right.

I want to tell
you something else too.

The last film, from ,
is the only one he made that year.

My father's health became much worse
and he was virtually bedridden.

- When did he die?
- The th May. I remember it well, it was awful.

So to make that last movie
he'd have had to gather all his strength.

Amazing,
for a man in his condition.

This must mean that the films
were very important to him.

- But why?
- That's what I'd like you to help me find out.

- Do this; bring me the films and a projector.
- Thanks.

- Bye for now.
- Bye.

And I, as the first citizen

I am proud, right now,
to enthusiastically pay homage

to the film production company
from Kalmar.

- This is not simply about cinema ...
- How long does this thing last?

-We are almost there.
-It is the joining of two geographically distant peoples.

It is with boundless pride
that, to mark our twinning,

I unite our two seas.

Kalmar and Vigata.

Vigata and Kalmar!

Let's make this just the beginning!

Saro's cannoli are
the best in all of Sicily.

- How many generations have made them?
- Three.

- You can feel the quality of them. Have you heard of them?
- Yes, I know about them.

Why is he screaming
so much?

- He's found a location he likes and ...
- Monika!

- What did he say?
- They're looking for Maj and the other actors.

I'd better go lend
a hand.

- All right bye. Say hello to everyone.
- Yes. have a good evening!

- Inspector... your cannolo.
- Ah, right.... Monika !

Sir, Engineer STAMPATELLO
brought the projector and a film.

- He put all the films on one reel.
- Is he still here? - No

but we've set it all up
in your office

- and he showed me how the projector works.
- Come. - Right away.

- Fazio ! - Yes Sir?.
- Let's watch some films.

Please.
Catarella, go.

- Where are you going?
- You told me to 'go'.

- Go with the projector!
- Ah, an order!

Such a beautiful wall.

It's the same wall.
Did you recognize it?

- Ssh, Catare'.
- Pardon me, I was caught up in the plot.

He's been sh**ting the same wall
for six years!

Catare'... Catarella !

- Excuse me, I was just resting my eyes.
- Don't worry.

- How does the film end?
- Very well, with a happy ending.

- Go back to the phones, clear this up later.
- Yes, sir.

So?
What do you reckon?

First we should establish
if he was sane.

In my opinion
he was perfectly competent,

otherwise, why would he get out of bed
in his condition?

One hypothesis is that something
is hidden in the wall

and the films are to demonstrate
that it's not been removed.

If so, they weren't made only for the one
who sh*t them

but also for someone else,
to whom they were to be shown.

Just a minute,
instead of speculating.

- Hello? - Yes?
Mr Sabatello, Montalbano here.

- Am I interrupting?
- Hi!

- Did you find out anything?
- No, but I need to talk to you.

Fine, but unfortunately I'm staying in
Palermo a few days.

Work on the renovation of
the Palace of Cavalier Pintacuda.

- Cavalier Pintacuda! How is he?
- Showing his age, but holding his own.

- Will you send him my best wishes?
- Gladly. Did you know he was friends with my father?

- Really?
- Their friendship ended only when my dad d*ed.

- As soon as I get back to Vigata, I'll call you.
- Well, I await your call.

Goodbye for now.
He's in Palermo.

Meanwhile, let's find out
which wall is in those movies.

Is it the wall of a house?
Of a stable? A boundary wall?

How can we do that?

Look for a master builder, show him
the films and see what he says.

Okay,
I'll do it as soon as I can.

- Hello?
- Inspector, a very urgent phone call came in for you.

- Who is it ?
- A lady who says she's called SIO STROMME.

- Ah! Put her through.
- Right away, Sir.

- Hello, Salvo.
- Hello.

I'm sorry about this,
it's rather a delicate matter.

- Did you hear what happened last night?
- No, what happened?

- Can I come in to see you?
- When? - As quickly as possible.

- Can I come to the police station now?
- Okay, I'll wait for you.

- Thanks.
- Ciao.

It happened after
you left.

Everyone was looking for Maj Andreasson,
our director's girlfriend

who was needed to rehearse a scene,
but she was nowhere to be found.

We noticed that nearby, on the shore,
there was a boat

Inside it, were your colleague,
Deputy Inspector Augello and Maj.

Mats discovered them
and thought that ...

-Sorry.
-They said they'd just returned from a boat trip

but everyone's impression was
that the two had...

In short, they went off
and had a fling. So, that's it.

Obviously, it's got out
and Mats isn't taking it well.

A sh*t-storm has
broken out.

The producer, Mr. Ergstrom,
asked me to ask you

that Augello be relieved
of his job protecting the crew.

Is there any problem?

Yes, because what gives you
the right to think

that they weren't really on
a boat trip?

What evidence do you have? And why is
"everyone's impression" significant?

I don't take action based
on peoples' impressions .

Hello?

- Salvu', are you alone? Can you talk?
- No!

- Then I'll do the talking. Did you hear what happened yesterday?
- Yep!

Sorry,
but I can't leave the house.

- Beba punched me in my face, and walked out.
- She did the right thing.

Do me a favour?

- Can you give someone else the job of watching the set?
- Yes. Thanks.

Sorry for the interruption.
Look, I'm willing to go that extra mile.

Tell the producer that
in honour of our recent twinning

I will find a way to remove Augello
from his position.

Good, great! Brilliant!

- Goodbye.
- Thanks.

- Ciao.
- Ciao.

- Please.
- Thanks.

Cavalier!
What a privilege to see you again!

Inspector! Also a privilege. How's things?

- Good. You seem in great form.
- In the prime of life.

- Please, have a seat.
- Thanks.

- What are you doing up here? Fishing, like always?
- No, I don't go anymore.

I've never caught anything,
it's simpler to buy it.

- I devote my time to solitaire. You know what they call this?
- No.

"Napoleon's Solitaire". Bah!
As if he had time

- to play solitaire.
-Well, on Saint Helena. -Quite right.

- Can I help you?
- Yes.

- I heard you were a great friend of Francesco Sabatello.
- Francesco.

We were close friends, although I was
some years younger.

Yes, friends.
How come you are interested in him?

Ernesto Sabatello, the son,
told me a few anecdotes

about his later life,
so I'm trying to find out ...

Tell me something, surely
you've been to the Sabatello's home.

- What's it like ?
- Beautiful! It's located in the Granata district.

It's a villa on two floors.

It has a terrace with amazing views
over the sea.

It's stood empty since Francesco's death,

who d*ed young from cancer,
leaving his wife and child.

After his death

his wife and child went to live in
Palermo with his family.

Now the villa is abandoned. A pity
it has fallen into such decline.

Didn't Francesco Sabatello have anyone
to look after it?

He had a twin brother, Emanuele,
but he was born infirm.

- In what way?
- Couldn't speak, couldn't go out alone.

He was incapable of doing anything.
Francesco always took him everywhere with him

so as not to be constantly worrying.

Here it is!
Let's put your jacket on.

First one...

then the other.

- How handsome you are!
- Francesco was like his mother.

He looked after him,
he also understood what Emanuele was saying.

- They were born together, twins...
- What do you want?

What happened to Emanuele?

He committed su1c1de before
the death of his brother.

I remember one detail.

Their bedrooms were adjoining.

But to be able to watch his brother at night
while sleeping

Francesco had a folding
door installed

in the wall
that separated the rooms.

Excuse me, but being well off

couldn't they take on
a caregiver to look after him?

Of course they could afford it,
but they just never did it.

Francesco would never entrust his brother
to a stranger.

- Please, Inspector, some coffee?.
- Take sugar ? - No, no.

- Inspector...
- If you don't have to go yet, can we play a game? Spades, Trumps?

- Which? Spades?
- No, Trumps.

- You sort out the coffee and I'll sort out the cards.
- Perfect.

Who's there? Oh, Salvo.
Come up.

- What a nice surprise!
- I'm sorry I didn't call first.

- Not a problem. You're always welcome here.
- You're too kind.

- Shall I wake Mimi.
- No, let's go to the kitchen first for a coffee.

- I just made some.
- Thanks.

- So Salvuzzo's at school?
- Yes, he'll be back soon.

Tell me the truth. You came to find out about
the situation between me and Mimi.

Salvo, you know him.
Mimi has no boundaries.

I should leave him,
even though ... I still love him.

In his own way,
he loves me too.

I've taken a lot of crap from him,
though ...

Mimi never changes!

- You know? You did right, scratching his face.
- So he told you?

He called me
to tell me he couldn't come in.

He's such a massive son-of-a.....
What a little sh*t!

I give him a tiny cut under his eye
and hell breaks loose!

He yelled that it felt like being in a Greek play
at Syracuse! Oh, the tragedy !

He said I'd d*sfigured him,
like in Pasqualino Settebellezze. (the movie)

- Excuse the outburst. I can talk to you.
- No problem.

Do you know the worst
thing about it?

He gets more annoying as
he gets older

He doesn't do anything anymore,
he doesn't even empty the bins for me.

A week ago he phoned to see
the principal of Salvuzzo's school.

She said 'when you like' ... Do you want sugar?
Did he go? No !

- Are there problems at school?
- Not with studying, Salvo is good ....

But in his class
there's a g*ng of kids

who targeted another kid.
What's his name? Luigi Sciarabba.

He's a computer genius,
but he can't defend himself.

- What's Salvuzzo got to do with it?
- That's my boy, huh?

A week ago he went to
Luigino's defense.

- It ended with a torn shirt and a black eye.
- Mmm ... oh well!

- Keep me informed.
- Don't you need me to call Mimì? - No! Forget it.

Tell him I phoned and I want him
in the office, face scratched or not.

-Don't move, I know the way.
-Okay, thanks. See you soon.

- What's this?
- No! How will we get to the Villa Sabatello?

- Can't we get through?
- No.

- Is it the same as before, with the Swedish film crew?
- Yes, Inspector.

Good day. Inspector,
I've been waiting an hour.

-Peppi Licitra.
-Forgive us, but just now you can't go anywhere in Vigata.

I always tell my wife,
too much television is bad for you

- It so true.
- While waiting, I took a look round.

I may know where the wall is from the movie.
Please, this way.

The one in the film
that Inspector Fazio showed me

they did fine work.
You can tell from where the plaster has fallen off.

In my opinion
it's an external wall but, not of a house.

Of a store,
or a garage, or something like that.

Inspector, the wall in the film
could be this one.

Fazio, accompany Mr Licitra to the car.
Wait for me there.

I'll take a look around.
Thanks, you've been very kind.

- Anytime Inspector.
- Thanks.

He took it from here.

Come in!

- Salvu'.
- Mimi, you were right! Beba has d*sfigured you.

No, no...

- Can I close the door?
- Why, is the tide coming in?

No, but...

I want to talk to you....
about the incident with the Swedes.

I don't give a damn about you
and the Swedish girl.

- You should get innoculated, her too.
- No, Salvo !

Nothing happened between
me and Maj.

Between whom?

Between Maj, the actress and me.
Nothing happened

- How come? Did you get a celibacy sh*t?
- No.

Of course I went out on the boat ...
But I don't know....

It must have been the starry sky,
or the smell of the sea ...

We both felt a pang
of guilt and we did nothing.

We just talked the
whole time

Mimi,
the starry sky by day?

Sure, it was day.
I said "starry sky"

to describe
the emotions that we felt.

- You're making me weep
- I didn't even want to discuss it...

So what, if I fought with Beba
over an innocent boat trip ... fine!

But, now this thing has caused a problem
for Maj with her guy.

It sickens me, Salvo.

So I was thinking
maybe you ...

- Maybe I?
- Maybe you, through Monika...

could get the director, Maj's "bloke"

to realise
that nothing happened between us.

Mimì, but...

I'll see what I can do,
okay?

Thanks, Salvu'.

I'm doing it for Beba, not for you.
Hello?

It's Sabatello here,
I'm on the way back to Vigata.

- Shall we meet tomorrow?
- Yes, I'll come to see you tomorrow morning.

- Okay.
- See you later.

- Monika.
- Salvo !

- Ciao.
- Ciao !

- Good evening. Have a seat.
- Thanks.

I want to toast to the twinning
of our two lands

and the success of the film.

- Skol!
-Skol!

Mats apologizes for the inconvenience
caused by the filming.

Let's be serious!
It's an honor to have you among us.

- Thanks.
- I took the liberty of ordering seafood starters.

- Raw and cooked.
- How nice!

- Great.
- Is that your mobile? - Mine?

Oh, yes!
Forgive me.

Yes? I told you not to call me.
I'm at dinner.

This had better be important.

No ! No !

But when?
How?

But he's alive?

They gave him a stomach-pump.
Have you informed his wife?

Yes, keep the reporters away.
I'll be there in half an hour.

- What is it? What happened?
- It's an extremely delicate matter.

Please, tell me.

- I'll tell you if you promise it stays between you and me.
- I promise.

Mimì Augello...
tried to k*ll himself.

- Oh god, why?
- Just under a year ago

Mimi had an accident.
Since then he's been impotent.

He tried everything,
even went to a consultant in Berlin.

Today the test results came back
and they say,

that Mimi will never be the
same as before.

Sorry, I...

I have to go.

- Of course.
- Say sorry to him, for me.

I'm really sorry.

Forgive me.
Excuse me.

Done.

Right...

- Hello?
- I just took the director back to the hotel.

- Oh! Did he buy it?
- Of course!

- As soon as you left, I told him
the story about Mimi.

He didn't let
me finish.

He begged me to take him
to the hotel to make peace with Maj.

Great! Thanks for your assistance.

- Thank you too, Salvo. Good night!
- Ciao.

- Hello?
- You haven't told me when you land in Genoa.

- Did you get the tickets?
- No, unfortunately.

- There was a setback.
- There's always a setback.

- If you're not coming, tell me. Then I can do my own thing.
- Don't say that.

- If I said I'd come, I'll come! I'll be there very soon.
- All right.

- Ciao.
- Ciao.

It's like a symphony.

I visited your father's villa
and I'm sure

that the wall in the movie belongs to
a store, at the back of the villa.

- The toolshed.
- Your father filmed it

from the bathroom window sill
near the bedroom.

The essential question remains.
Why?

To answer that
we need to know more.

I was struck by the close bond,
very affectionate,

between your uncle Emanuele and your father.
Would you mind telling me about it?

They were inseparable,
ever since they were little kids

Sometimes, during meal times,
Uncle Nenè refused to eat.

He would moan
and fidget.

Dad would put his
arm around him

whisper something to him
and he started eating again.

- So, your uncle was totally dependent on his brother?
- Yes, completely.

I was only small, but I still remember
how jealous I was.

It's your brother Francesco.

Stay calm.

I'll put this here.

Do you know what?
Dad always asked to be buried near Uncle Nene.

What do you
recall about your uncle's su1c1de?

Blurry images. I was in kindergarten,
Gasparino had come to get me.

- Who is Gasparino?
- Gasparino Sidoti.

He was a handyman who helped Dad with
the vegetables, in the garden.

- Is he alive?
- He's over years old, but made of iron.

I remember arriving home
and mom hugged me.

She told me my
uncle had d*ed.

Then she accompanied me to his room,
and told me to stay there.

The door opened,
Dad came in

he sat down, took me on his knees
and whispered to me.

You recall what
he said?

No, maybe he didn't even want to make
himself understood.

Did your father get sick
from the grief?

No, he was diagnosed with a
brain tumor in Rome

in early .
They only gave him a few months to live.

- Then a miracle happened.
- What's that? - He was here another six years.

The disease stopped progressing

even though the last two years
were terrible.

Most Holy Mother, Sir!

Mrs. SCIOSCIOSTROMMI is here
with a "feminine" named MAI.

Never, no way is this
a "feminine", it's "venerealy" a goddess!

Calm down or you'll start showing symptoms.
Let her in.

Very good.
Please, have a seat.

- Ciao, Salvo ! How are you?
- Good, you? - Good thanks.

-This is Maj Andreasson.
-A pleasure, Inspector Montalbano.

- Please.
- Thanks.

- So.
- So, tell Salvo what you wanted to say.

I wanted to thank you.

Monika told me
you're trustworthy and honest.

I can imagine the struggle you must have had
telling a lie

- to get us out of a bad situation.
- Don't worry.

In my profession we often have to take a
small liberty with the truth.

But then, justice was served, as you were
only chatting on a boat.

Did Mimi tell you that?

Yes, he told me
that you chatted for a long time.

- Ah.
- Aah...

I guess what Mimì means, when he says 'chat',
is probably not the usual meaning.

He's too much
of a gentleman.

I apologize ...
and thanks again.

Thank you for stopping by.
I'll show you out.

Thanks.

That huge son-of-a-bitch!

Now I get it.

So...

My dear Mimì

Today I received some totally
reliable information

I can't reveal the exact details,

It's about this:

Tonight, between midnight
and five in the morning

a yellow van will pass through
Via Lincoln

with only the driver on board.

- Catarella !
- Here, Sir! - Deliver this by hand to Augello.

- Take care of it, it's confidential.
- How should I give it to him?

- Personally.
- Personally in person? - Well done!

The driver will drop off a package in front of the
closed door at number .

Two men in a car
will arrive shortly thereafter.

One will collect the package
and the car will leave.

Your job will be to
follow the car with the package

to its final destination.

Whatever happens,
do not use your initiative.

I know it's a tiring task,
but I'm asking you

because you are the only
one I can trust.

- Come in! - Inspector, is it okay?
- Come in, come...

- Something occurred to me. I'm only guessing, but...
- Tell me.

If they diagnosed Sabatello's cancer
in the early months of '

maybe he let his brother Emanuele know
who then sh*t himself out of panic.

He must have thought:
"Who's going to look after me now?"

It's a logical hypothesis,
but I don't think so.

From what we know of
their level of communication.

Letting Emanuele know about his brother's state of
health would have been really difficult.

-What do you want me to do?
-We need to talk with Gasparino Sidoti. I'll call him.

- Come in!
- May I?

- Come Mimì.
- I'll be outside If you need me.

- Good day.
- You too.

Okay, what's going on?

Your trusted, confidential informant
told you absolute bullshit.

- How could that happen?
- I staked it out from eleven thirty to six

and I haven't seen
one yellow van.

You're sure?
Did you fall asleep at all?

What?
I drank five strong coffees!

It's a fact. Not only did the yellow van
not pass by

nobody passed me on foot or by
bike either.

Nobody went past
number . Nobody, Salvo!

How weird... .
Mimi, bear with me.

Sometimes things don't work out,
put it down as a missed opportunity.

- Like that time on the boat with the Swede.
- What does that have to do with anything?

- Nothing... nothing!
- Well? Didn't you say...

that it was all quite innocent with the Swedish woman
and you only had a chat?

If that's not a missed opportunity,
what do you want to call it?

You wanted to make
me pay.

Mimì, you don't have to spin
your yarns to me.

Call it quits?

- Okay, quits.
- Okay..

- Who's speaking?
- Gasparino Sidoti? Inspector Montalbano here.

Listen,
I have to speak to you

regarding the brothers, Francesco
and Emanuele Sabatello.

Why do you ask
about something so old?

Mr Sidoti ?

May I come through?

You there?

- Mr Sidoti?
- Who's that?

Oh, hello.
Inspector Montalbano.

- Inspector, come in. What a pleasure!
- The pleasure's mine.

I was doing some gardening.

At one time it was beautiful,
but I can't keep up with it anymore.

What can I offer you?
A coffee? A glass of wine?

- A glass of wine.
- I'll fetch it.

Inspector, on the morning
that Emanuele k*lled himself

Don Ciccino called me
to help him in the garden.

- Emanuele was with him?
- No.

He told me that Emanuele had
had a bad night

and was staying in bed.
- Go on.

At that time
Don Ciccino was not feeling well.

He'd been to Milan,
and Rome. He was very worried.

He didn't laugh anymore. Sometimes you talked to him
and he didn't answer you.

He told me to leave, since he wanted to
check on his brother.

Suddenly I heard a bang.

Don Ciccino shouted:
"Help, Gasparino! Help!"

I ran as fast as
I could.

I went back to the gate,
went around the villa and found them.

They were round
the back.

Don Ciccino was kneeling
on the ground

he held his brother's body tight
He cried desperately.

He was using a handkerchief to try to stop the
bleeding from the head-wound.

He shouted at me: "Emanuele k*lled himself!
Call the carabinieri, run!"

Then he started crying again more
desperate than before.

- Did you see where the revolver was?
- Sure.

It was next to Don Ciccino's leg,
on the ground.

But it wasn't a revolver,
it was a p*stol

that he kept in his bedside table,
with no clip inserted.

I get it.
Was the cartridge case there?

No, I looked for it,
with Don Ciccino and the carabinieri ...

Nothing! Then the marshal
came up with a theory

- and it seemed right to Don Ciccino.
- What was his opinion?

As soon as Don Ciccino
had left the villa

his brother had gone to his room,
having taken the g*n

he went down the stairs,
then instead of going out the door

for fear that they might see him,
he'd gone to the bathroom on the ground floor.

He stepped out the window
then sh*t himself.

Sorry,but... didn't he sh**t himself near
the toolshed?

What can I tell you? I found them
on the ground under the bathroom window.

Did Francesco really always take his brother
everywhere with him?

Yes, as long as
it didn't bother anyone.

But Don Ciccino
was passionate about hunting.

Every now and then he allowed himself
the luxury of hunting with friends

and left his brother alone for a whole day.

- Just thinking about it now....
- Didn't Emanuele go along?

- Absolutely not! He was scared.
- In what sense?

He was terrified of weapons.

Just imagine this,
one time he pissed his pants.

Ernestino had aimed one of those
toy r*fles with a cork b*llet at him

Yes, he was very scared!

Come in!

Is it okay?
Good morning.

- No!
- Stay seated, guys.

I am Salvo Augello's father.
I would like to have a quick word.

The principal has given
me permission.

Of course, wait for me in the corridor.
I'm about to finish the class.

Everyone get your hands up
and don't say a word! Shut up! Stop!

Let's blow away
this clown.

You're frightening the kids.
Alright?

- We're ...
- Get over there with your hands up!

- Come on!
- Guys, keep calm! Don't move.

We won't tolerate disorder,
injustice and abuse

We consider our enemies,
those who do not respect these principles.

If these principles are not respected,
we'll return

and our enemies will have
only one fate.... This!

Keep everyone in here.

Stop, police!

Please.
Can I come through?

This way, Sir!

Make way!
Make way for us!

This morning Catarella put a call
through to my office.

On the other end,
a frightened voice yelled, "Quick!"

"A sh**ting,
Pirandello school!"

Me, Caruso and Spada
raced there immediately

but when we got there,
we couldn't work it out.

It would be best if you speak with Augello
about what happened.

- Do Special Branch want to see us?
- Special Branch?

No, Counter-Terrorism interviewed me,
but there's little I can tell them

and they're fishing in
the dark anyway.

What do you think about it ?

I don't know, it seems like it's
out of the blue

but if you pushed me,
it has the hallmark of the mafia about it.

- So what next?
- We should look for names, surnames and relationships

of the boys of III B.

Then I want to know all about the
students and teacher.

In fact,
on all the teachers in the school.

- Now go home, rest ...
- No, I'll do it right away.

- Mimi!
- So?

I'm shattered,
I can barely keep going.

I stink as well.

- Do you want to talk about it in the morning?
- No, let's talk about it today.

But if you give me an hour,
I'll go home and take a shower.

- Go, I'll wait here.
- Okay.

-Inspector, the last of the journalists has left.
-Thanks, you can go.

- Everything's in order.
- Thanks.

Look, I have to tell you something
about PM Riccadonna

- that I didn't like one bit.
- Tell me.

The man's a complete
sh*t-head,

and I feel personally offended by
what he's done to me.

- Meaning?
- He asked the Chief to to take me off the case

due to my "shameful behavior
when confronted by the attackers".

That's a quote..

Let me understand.

- He's taking it out on you for not reacting to the att*ck?
- Exactly.

God only knows
how hard it was for me to hold back

with my son there. He couldn't
look at me, he was so ashamed.

You have my word that Riccadonna
will apologize for this.

Now listen to me.

Go home and rest,
we can talk about it tomorrow.

- Good morning, Chief.
- Good morning! Please, take a seat.

Why did you want to see
me so urgently?

My deputy, Augello's
treatment has been unacceptable.

- If Riccadonna wanted to make a state...
- I know all about it,

but there have been
developments you're unaware of.

Last night
Riccadonna called me

to ask me to take Augello off the case.

I tried to make him understand
he was taking the wrong stance,

but he wouldn't have it.

So I called
the chief prosecutor

to make him aware of my intention,
not just to include Augello in the case

but to put him up for a commendation.

- What if PM Riccadonna won't accept your proposal?
- Montalbano ...

Do you think I'd let Riccadonna
get the better of me?

- If so, you don't know me too well.
- Thank you. - Wait!

Since you're here, I can inform you
about new developments,

relayed to me by Marchica, the
Head of Counterterrorism.

- You're aware that the attackers wore masks?
- Yes, identical ones.

So, it seems that these masks resemble
the logo of "Nameless".

- What's that?
- A well known international organization on the Internet.

They propose antagonistic ideas

and stage demonstrations.

We're aware of their
Net activity.

We're investigating
to see if there's a link

between what happened
at the Pirandello school and this group.

I understand,
thank you for letting me know.

- Good day to you.
- Good day.

Professor Puleo

Who in the class, do you think the two guys
were making threats towards?

When they entered,
I thought I was the target.

I didn't feel guilty about anything

but my mind refused

to conceive of such a violent thr*at
toward the boys.

-I was wrong though.
-Why? -Neither of them even looked at me.

It's like when a principal
visits the classroom.

He enters, glances at you,
but then addresses the class.

I had this exact same feeling,
the target was not me.

I'm also very upset that
I never realized

that there was
a bullying problem in the classroom.

The principal told me
that Augello wanted to discuss it,

but we didn't get the chance.
Can you tell me more about it?

What can I tell you? Salvuzzo defended a class-mate
who was being targeted.

He came home with
a black eye.

- Which member of class is this?
- I honestly can't remember his name.

- I remember he's a computer wizard.
- Luigino Sciarabba?

-That's it.
-He's never shown any signs of it during class.

Strange indeed!

- Who are these bullies?
- I don't know.

Thank you for warning me.
I'll keep my eyes peeled.

Tell Salvo's father
that I'm available anytime.

Thanks, I'll tell him.

- Let's do this ... Good morning!
- Good morning !

- Don't worry, we'll take care of it.
- Salvu '!

- The new Chief called me earlier.
- What did he say?

He complimented me on
my actions during the att*ck

and he wants to propose me
for a citation from the Ministry.

- Congratulations, that's great news.
- Inspector.

I asked the principal for permission
to speak to the boys

- but there's a problem.
- Which is? - We have to go by the book.

A child psychologist must be present
during all the interviews.

-What a palaver! And?
-You have to make a request to the Education Authority.

The Authority will then appoint
a psychologist or psychologists

- It's going to take at least a week.
-A week ? No !

In the meantime, you can talk to Salvuzzo.
Come to dinner and talk to him.

- What makes you think he'll open up to me if you're there!
- Then come over this afternoon.

Beba and I can go to the cinema,
since we never go out together.

What a clever idea.
I'll come round this afternoon.

- Okay.
- See you later.

Yes?
Oh, Salvu'! Come up .

- Beba! My dear, Salvo is here.
Coming!

- Salvo! How are you?
- Good. You ? - Fine.

I've put out napkins and dishes
in the kitchen for you.

Thanks, but I brought cannoli.
The napkins are in there too.

How sweet! Hi, come on.
You're not giving mom a kiss?

- Salvo ... - I'll take care of him.
- Two hours and we'll be back.

- You'll be fine. If you need me, I'll come right away.
- We going?

Wait a minute, I'm talking.
Call me and ...

- He's not joining the army! He's stopping home.
- You're a nuisance.

- I'm a nuisance?
- Bye, Salvo. - Bye.

- Shall we go to my room?
- Yes, let's go eat this cannoli.

What went through your mind
when you saw those two guys?

Nothing,
I just sat there with my mouth open.

Then, I quickly became scared

When It dawned on me that
the g*ns were real.

- Then?
- They threatened my father.

Was there anything in particular,
or strange about them?

I'm not sure how to explain it.

It seemed like it wasn't rehearsed,

- as if they were worried about messing up.
-I get it.

There was some bullying going on
in your class, right?

- Yes, against Luigino Sciarabba. Who told you?
- Your mother.

- She also told me that you waded in to defend him.
-Uncle, listen.

One morning in the courtyard they began teasing
him more than usual.

He reacted and they att*cked him.

- Since it was three to one, it seemed right to intervene.
- Yup.

- Tindaro joined in too.
- Why do they have it in for Luigino?

Because Luigino's the cleverest.

According to Tindaro
it's because one of them fancies

a girl in our class
but she doesn't really fancy him back,

- since she's fallen for Luigino.
- Does Luigino feel the same? - Not at all!

- He didn't even notice.
- I'd like to talk to Tindaro.

All right. Tindaro, do you mind
talking to the Inspector?

- No. - What's that?
- Come on, I'll show you. It's online.

- Hi, Tindaro. - Hi.
- Uncle, sit here. - Here?

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

- Uncle, talk to him.
- Yes. Good evening!

- Good evening.
- Have you heard what we've discussed? - Yes, everything.

Did you also get the impression
that those guys were scared?

No, I was too scared myself.
Professor Puleo looked so worried.

So I thought they were about to
k*ll the whole class

like those crazy people who want to
see themselves on the news.

Some classmates were crying.
Terrified.

Did anyone seem more scared
than the others to you?

- If anything, someone seemed less scared.
- Ah! Who was that?

- Who?
- Uncle, Luigino Sciarabba.

Luigino Sciarabba?

How did he seem? Impassive, indifferent ...
What was he like?

Neither impassive nor indifferent.
Be careful, be very careful.

- Is it alright?
- Good morning! You're welcome.

- Good morning.
- This is Marchica of counterterrorism.

Mr Sileci of Rapid Response.

There's some news
which I consider useful in our investigation.

Marchica sent me the file
you will now see.

Dear citizens of the world,
we are Nameless.

There has been confusion
in the media

about what happened
in a Sicilian school.

Nameless is not interested
in personal vendettas.

We cannot be labeled,
accused or used.

Nameless is purely a space of
cosmic consciousness.

This cosmic consciousness did not enter
the school in Vigata, Sicily.

- Comments?
- Have we established authenticity?

% yes. Rome assure me that it
is an official video.

- It wasn't them.
- Even so, it's best to be careful with these people.

Yes, but in my opinion the
Nameless organization has nothing to do with it.

I agree with my colleague.

From the beginning I was dubious
about who was responsible.

Why do it and then
give credit to someone else?

I'll tell you,
to get noticed.

- Or to mislead.
- However the truth would get out, so ...

- Puccio, how's it going?
- Not bad.

- What are you up to?
We're sewing a torn net.

- Everything okay at home?
- Yes, Inspector.

You too.

The net!

He asked the Net for help.

-Catare '. - Sir!
-When you finish your shift stay at the police station.

- Wait for me, understand?
- As you wish. - I'm coming now.

-Yes? - It's Sabatello.
- Ah, good morning! What can I do?

I opened some crates
with Dad's papers inside

and found something important.
I'd like to tell you about it when you have time.

I can't just now,
I'll see you when I'm free.

Thank you.
Ah, by the way!

Poor Sidoti
was hit by a car.

- Unfortunately it is very serious.
- I'm very sorry!

I've just been
to see him at San Giovanni hospital.

- I'll go too, as soon as I can. Thanks for informing me.
- You're welcome.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- Catare ', are you ready?
- Right away, I'm all ears.

I need to get in touch
with someone through the Net.

- Ask me some questions.
- Male or female? - Male.

Maybe
this male has a blog.

- No idea. - Then he'll have a TWISTER.
- A "twister"? The dance?

No, it's not a dancer.
It's when you only write characters.

I don't think characters is enough.

Then he's definitely on FACEBUC.
Tell me his name and surname.

- "Luigino Sciarabba"
... How nice. Sciarabba. I found five!

- Two in Vigata, one is adult
and one is MINORITY.
- The minor.

- The minor ... What a disgrace!
- What is it?

The MINORITY canceled
his FACEBUC three days ago.

- And now?
- Now ... Aah!

Luigisciarabbaéemail.com.
I found an email!

- Is it "helpfully" to you?
- Most helpfully!

- Wait, can the boy find out who wrote to him?
- Sure !

-This is the email address of the of Vigata Police.
-Then that's no good.

To remain anonymous
you'll want a TOPPE SECRET account.

- So you can talk to the MINORITY.
- Can it be done immediately?

- Just create a fake name.
- You choose it.

Eeh ... What's in my head?
The brain?

We will have a wedding
of our surnames.

- So, "Montarella" or "Catalano".
- Call it "Montarella".

The password is the crossroads
of our birth dates.

- Bravo, as long as we do it quickly.
- Yes.

Montarellaéemail.com
to luigisciarabbaéemail.com.

- Subject?
- From a friend.

- "By a friend".
- Yes.

Then! Dear Luigino.

"Dear Luigino."

- We're watching you.
- "We're watching you."

- If you don't do what I tell you shortly ...
- "If you don't do what I tell you shortly ..."

- We will report you to the police.
- We are the police, Sir.

-Catare, just do it.
- Little does he know know. "We will report you to the police."

Er ... For the havoc
you created at school.

"For the ... havoc
you created at school."

- Full stop.
- Stop! Can it go? - Go.

- Enter. It's gone, Sir!
- It's gone?

- Hello, Professor Puleo?
- Montalbano here. Did I disturb you?

- Good morning ! What can I do?
- Good morning to you too.

By any chance
do you have a lesson with IIIB today?

- Yes, in the first period.
- Could you do me a favour?

Could you tell me

if during the lesson

Luigi Sciarabba seems ... strange,
or nervous.

- In short, different than usual.
- it's about the bullying?

- Yes exactly.
- Okay, I'll call you right after class.

Perfect, thank you.

- Good morning, Catare '.
- Good morning. Ah, Sir!

- I forgot that I had something to tell you.
- Go on.

- A little while ago Professor BULEO wanted you.
- Puleo? What did he want?

I don't know,
he wanted to talk to you personally.

- He left me a number.
- Call him right away.

Thanks.

- Hello?
- Hello? Inspector Montalbano.

- You wanted me?
- Yes, Luigi Sciarabba is absent today.

- Something's a bit odd. - Tell me.
- The other boys say

they were messaging him
in a group chat.

He said he couldn't come to school
because he had a fever

- but he asked them not to come looking for him. What's that mean?
- Quite: "What's that mean ?"

I don't know, but we need to find out.
Thanks, Professor.

Thanks.

I'll just make a phone call.

- Hello?
- Beba, Salvo here. Did I disturb you?

- No problem.
- Do you have the number of Luigino Sciarabba's mother?

- Yes why ? What happened?
- For heaven's sake, nothing!

- I need to know if Luigino is sick at home today.
- Do you want the number?

No, do you feel like calling her, to find out
if Luigino is at home?

Without making her suspicious.
You have a bit of "cop" in you.

You don't need to be a cop.

You just need to be female. I'll call you
soon as I know something.

- When Mrs Augello calls back, put her through to my office.
- Yes, sir.

- Hello? - Hi, Beba here.
- That was quick.

It was very easy.

Luigino's mother told me
he left for school.

- Did something happen?
- No, nothing happened.

- Thank you very much, Beba.
- Bye. Bye

- Hello, Sir?
- Any news?

Yes, the newsagent told me
that Luigino was there earlier today at eight o'clock.

He bought
a computer magazine.

- There was nothing unusual about it. He said goodbye and left.
- All right.

I'm patrolling the district. Continue
looking for him.

Can I help you ?

I'm looking for someone from
the computer store.

I'm "someone from the
computer store."

- Good morning.
- Inspector Montalbano.

- You're the owner?
- Yes. Do you find it strange that I'm enjoying the view?

In this age of computer speed
I like to go into slow mode.

- Sounds good to me.
I'd like some information. - Ask away.

Do you know a boy
called Luigino Sciarabba?

Luigino?
Of course I know him!

-He called in this morning around : .
-What did he want?

He had the solution
to one of our customers problems.

Sometimes I use him
for technical advice.

Didn't you ask him why he wasn't at school?

He said he was going in for the second period.
Is something wrong with him?

- No, I have to talk to him, but he's not at school.
- Strange!

-He never misses a day of school.
-Where could he be?

- Sometimes, after school he goes down to the harbour.
- And why does he go there?

Nothing, he says he likes it there.
Seeking peace.

Inspector, the youth of today,
seeking peace!

- Thank you very much, goodbye.
- Inspector, my pleasure.

- Hi, Luigino.
- Good morning, Inspector.

- I've been looking for you all morning.
- Why were you looking for me?

I have a story to tell you.
Only you can say if it's true or not.

Stop there.

- Here?
- Yes, there.

See, the story is about
a dog

who had a master who b*at him
day and night, for no reason.

One day the dog asked for help
from a pack of wolves

to intimidate the master.
The wolves agreed.

But the dog didn't know
that those wolves weren't real wolves.

- They were just stray dogs.
- Enough, I don't want to listen to you anymore.

I can't take it anymore!
I can't take it anymore!

Listen.

You OK ?

Adelina!

- Holy mother! What's up?
- We fell into the sea.

- Look after the boy.
- Leave it to me.

- Can I?
- Sure.

They were waiting for me outside the school.
They were even outside our house.

They broke the intercom,
and hid my bike

and they uploaded the videos
to the internet.

So the rest of them joined in
teasing me too.

I didn't know exactly
who to talk to.

Daddy is always far away,
Mum is afraid of everything.

One night I was so desperate
that I went on my computer

I logged onto a blog
for software experts

and told them what was happening to me,
but anonymously.

A few evenings later,
I received a message.

I didn't understand where it came from,
it said

"Do you want our protection?"

It's hard to understand what
those words meant to me.

So I said yes.

Then they started
asking me a lot of questions

where I lived, about school

the names of classmates.
That bothered me.

And where my class was.

I tried to answer all the questions,
but I swear

- I had no idea
- Don't worry, go ahead.

Eventually they messaged me
that they would help me.

That day, when they burst
into class wearing masks

My blood froze.

Then they started sh**ting!

Why did they think they had to
sh**t to protect me?

When I got home,
I was sick as a dog.

I was too scared to go on the computer.
Then, finally I logged on.

Things were even worse.
I found a message from someone called Montarella

who said they had found out
that I was involved in the att*ck

and they would report me.

Now, I'm being blackmailed.
I have to ask my parents for money.

All I could think of
was to come to you,

to tell you the truth.

But first I needed
to enjoy a bit of freedom.

That's why I didn't go to school today
and you found me on the jetty.

I know I was in the wrong,
but I'm just asking you for a favor.

You have to protect my mother.

When she knows I'm in jail,
it will k*ll her.

I have to confess something.
I sent that email.

You?
But why do that to me?

To get you into the open.
I've made a big mistake ...

and I'm sorry.

Can I come in?

- Anyone there?
- Inspector!

I know it's late and you've closed the kitchen,
but could you make me something?

- Come in, inspector.
- Thanks.

- Hi, hey!
- Good morning!

- I hear you've finished filming.
- Yes.

Mats and Maj wanted to invite you
to the end of sh**t party.

They've arranged for some
fishermen and their families.

They're going to cook the fish
on the boats.

- Delicious! How do they cook it?
- Fried, I think.

Hey, Inspector!

-Thanks!
-So we'll see you. -Of course.

I'm guessing
you won't join us for the party.

No, it's just that I can't
because I'm so busy.

Would that stop you from receiving
a hug from an admirer?

Thanks again for everything.

Mimi is lucky to have a
friend like you.

Even luckier
if his wife doesn't kick him out of the house.

It's Sileci from
Montelusa Rapid Response Unit.

- What is it?
- We found the assailants hiding place

from the Pirandello School att*ck.

The Chief put us on hold in case you
want to carry out the arrest.

Well, maybe he's right.

- But I can't take the satisfaction away from Mimi.
- Okay, We'll do some checks.

I'll give you the details in two hours.
See you later.

- Enzo! Can you make me something?
- Inspector, here I am! Hello!

That's the cottage,
there should be just the two of them.

- Are you ready?
- Sure.

- Please, don't horse around.
- I'm not a little kid.

Here we go.

Hands up, police! Come over here.
Get down on the ground.

Holy sh*t! f*ck it!

Stop, you bastard!

Mimi ... Mimi!

Mimi!

Salvo...
I fired in the air.

You, don't move.

f*ck you, Mimi.

Come on!

Faster!

- Did they confess?
- They were out to make money from cybercrime

but they started looking for an
easier way than using the computer.

But then Luigino showed up
with his computer...

Today children are better than me
and you put together at using the Web.

For Gods sake,
better than me, for sure!

- Professor!
- Good morning.

We've arrested them,
You no longer have to be afraid.

- Thankfully.
- We've identified the class members who bullied Luigino.

Their parents have been
informed, they might have to change class.

Sir! I ask FORGIVENESS.

- Can I meet the little guy to apologize?
- Sure.

This officer is just as good as you are
on the computer.

- He helped me send you the email, he's called Catarella.
- Agatino.

- Nice to meet you.
- Catarella?

So Montarella ...
You joined two surnames to make the nickname.

- Yes. - Sir, I'm not as good as he is.
I am much, much less good than he is

- because he goes online.
- Will you show me your computer?

- Can I?
- Go.

Forgive me a moment.
Hello?

It's Sabatello. Good morning.

Good morning!
I haven't forgotten about you.

Why don't you bring me those documents to the
police station tomorrow morning?

I'm sorry, I'm going to Palermo tomorrow.
I'll be there a few weeks.

- Can I see you tonight?
- I'll wait in for you. See you later.

- You picked a great place to live.
- Thanks.

Please, let's sit inside.

This bag was tied up
with multiple twine turns

it was knotted several times and sealed
with a lead rod.

Inside I found these things.

This must be the b*llet shell from when
he sh*t himself.

Sidoti believed it had been lost.
How is he?

The poor guy is
more dead than alive

Dad must have done a more careful search
and eventually found it.

This is a blood-stained handkerchief.

This is the handkerchief with which
your father covered your uncle's wounds.

Sidoti told me about it.

But this last thing is
the strangest of all.

"Vigata, February , ."

"According to the latest diagnosis,
the end is coming,"

"within a short period of time"

"So, I write in my own hand
my last will."

"All my movable and immovable property
goes to my dear wife"

"who will know how to dispose of them.
Signed, Francesco Sabatello."

Then he wrote a second will,
the one we then ex*cuted.

It is identical to the other
except for the date,

of May of the same year.
At the bottom he added a codicil.

"I also leave the five hectares
of land I own"

"on sites in Vannutello,
to Gaspare Sidoti, farmer,"

"for the trust he has always allowed me
to put in him."

It is strange that in the first will
he didn't name his brother

not even to appoint a guardian.
Yet he was still alive at the time.

I thought about it too,
but I couldn't figure it out.

It's strange that he left it

among the things that related to
the su1c1de of my uncle Nenè.

I'll show you the way.
He's in a room on his own.

We're very concerned that he's
not going to make it.

Mr. Sidoti?

It's Montalbano.

Thanks.

I was hoping so much that you
would come and see me.

I promised,
for Ernestino's sake ...

that I would take the secret
to the grave.

But I can tell you the truth
as my confessor.

- Emanuele didn't sh**t himself under the bathroom window, did he?
- No.

- Did you take him there already dead?
- Yes, me and Francesco.

Emanuele sh*t himself in front of the
toolshed wall.

Or rather ...
he didn't sh**t himself.

I can see you've
understood everything.

It was his brother Francesco.

When Don Ciccino learned that he
was to die shortly,

he seemed angry, but not for himself.
For his brother.

He kept telling me
over and over

"I won't leave him alone.
I won't leave him alone."

"You have to help me.
You have to help me."

Until one day,
no longer being able to resist,

I asked him,
"Help how?"

And he said,
looking me straight in the eye

he said, "If I can't do it,
you must take over."

One morning ... he told me
that it was time.

And he went upstairs.

Then after a while he returned
with Emanuele.

Emanuele, stop.

Emanuele, we're going to
play a game, like when we were kids.

Let's play blind-mans-buff.
Good boy.

Emanuele ...
I want a hug.

A good strong strong hug.
Come here.

Strong, stronger!

My brother.

Emanuele.

That's how it was.

Now swear to me
you'll say nothing to Ernestino.

I swear to you.

Thanks.
Now leave.

Leave,
leave me alone.