I remember when I first came here.
All I'd been told was that Forte dei Marmi
was an elegant seaside resort.
In fact,
it was like stepping into a postcard,
where everything seemed staged.
The blue and white cabanas
of the private beaches.
The raked sand.
The sound of laughter carried by the breeze.
And I was struck by a sense of timelessness...
Bicycles drifting silently along the promenade at sunset.
A perfect place for a summer vacation, a refuge.
But even in Forte dei Marmi,
the days grow shorter and the nights longer.
The Apuane Alps,
exchange their white marbled peaks
for a cloak of frozen snow.
Darkness devours the light
and fear finds us.
Even in Forte dei Marmi,
we have learned to lock our doors.
This sunny, serene little town
now appears empty.
As if it were... evacuated.
This is a winter story.
Help!
What's wrong?
It's the Clementis. They're saying they'll only talk to you.
From Barbados.
Have they really got nothing better to do?
Something on their gate camera freaked them out.
I was hoping to get a few hours sleep tonight.
You said if it was a Premium Client... I should call you.
You did the right thing. Good night, Emma.
- Sleep. - I'll try.
Mr. Clementi.
- Are you at the house? - Yes. I'm here.
And? Is everything alright?
The perimeter cameras are all clear.
- Yeah, but... - No sign of any forced entry.
Look, it was really distressing, the girl's face.
It just made us wonder who else might be lurking around...
It's like an invasion these days, you can't be too sure, you know?
Not everything is immigrants.
- Please, check everything yourself. - Alright, I'll check.
Thank you, Mr. Santini.
OK. A good day to you.
Actually, it's the middle of the night here.
But thank you.
- Goodbye, Santini. - Goodbye.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
What the fuck's he doing!
- Good evening, Mr. Santini. - Yeah,
I've got a likely drunk driver on Via Volta and Via Carrara.
License plate PI55388.
We'll send someone right away.
Thank you... Thank you.
Never mind.
You sure?
Yeah, yeah, good night.
- What's your problem, asshole? - Dario...
Do I know you?
I know your mother.
Come on, get in, you can't drive like that. I'll take you home. Come on.
- Easy! Easy! - Shit.
Just tell me what happened.
I'll deal with you later.
No, you won't.
He was driving drunk. He's lucky I found him.
I worry that it's more than alcohol.
So what were you up to?
Some billionaire lost his cat?
The car's on Via Volta.
Thank you, Roberto.
- Good night. - Yes...
It's good to see you.
Dario? Dario, open up!
Dario, open up!
Good morning.
Who are you trying to kid?
Even Angela knows you weren't here last night.
She got home at three in the morning!
Whatever happened to house rules?
I'm just curious...
Your clients, the anthropologists,
do they know you're sleeping in their house
when you're not sleeping?
They're in South Africa, they don't get back for a while.
Where was she?
Ask her yourself.
Why don't you track her?
I'm not installing that shit on her phone.
- Let her have her own life. - Sure!
Listen, you're on the front page this morning with Pilati.
PILATI BACKS CLAUDIA RAFFAELLI.
Fantastic! I'd forgotten.
You pleased?
Good morning.
And good morning to you, too, Miss.
We are fine, thank you for asking.
You got something to say...?
Angela, you broke curfew.
How many times have I told you that you can't be late on a school night?
I already told Mom.
I was doing homework with Ginevra. We fell asleep.
Anyway, where were you?
I'm late. Gotta go.
No texting on your bike!
- I know, you always tell me. - Your mother made front page news...
Angela, did you see Mom on the front page?
She didn't hear me...
And if she had...? Do you think she cares?
Here comes somebody who does care.
Crap. Matteo. He's early.
This is not a good look for us.
Just take the damn sleeping tablets. I feel like I'm married to a vampire.
The tablets made me feel crazy.
- And this is a better crazy? - Good morning.
- Matteo! - Well done on the front page.
- Thanks! Great, wasn't it! - Yes, I saw it.
Here's the new cut.
You're going to love it.
VERSION 5 FOR A SAFER TOWN
New music.
Sea...yes.
Perfect!
The whole panorama...
- With the Forte. - This is the painful part.
- I'm tense. - That's not true!
In a world under threat,
a vote for me is a vote for a safer future!
You look great.
FOR A SAFER TOWN
The Pilati fundraiser...
- our head count now includes... - Who's that?
Marcello... Ferrario.
- Ferrario the billionaire? - Yup.
This is gigantic, fantastic stuff.
I know. Ferrario's personal security team already left a message.
Is this something for Mr. Santini?
- No. I'm handling it. - Good.
Let's go!
- Good morning. - Good morning.
Still here?
I need to show you something.
What?
Last night's recording on the Clementi camera.
Fuck!
- What clients have we further east? - Do they have 'history function'?
Yes.
Everybody has 'history function' on their perimeter cameras
whether they pay for it or not.
I didn't sleep a wink last night.
What's with the coat? You cold?
I hate winter, I hate it!
- Damn, we're good. - The best.
Look... look.
There.
- Who are they arresting? - I don't know.
Fuck.
What is it?
That's Walter and his daughter, Maria.
Spezi.
He was my technician.
The best in the business.
Who's that doing the recording?
CREATIVE WRITING CLASS
OK! Before bestowing upon you my pearls of wisdom...
I've got some bad news for you.
Maria Spezi, your classmate, is in hospital.
Oh, God. What happened?
She tripped on one of her father's empty bottles.
Guys, please!
Anyway, Maria is OK, nothing serious! And now please let's get to work.
Right...
Angela. Your essay. 'Bone of Contention'.
-Are you ready to share? - Sorry. I need another week for research
I just have to wrestle my parents into the same room
- for more than ten seconds. - Prof...
Darling, I don't know how to get it through to you!
I'm not your professor.
Geography, history, learn all that from the others.
I'm here to help you find the truth without censorship.
Not the crap you see on TV, or your social networks!
I'm here...
to teach you how to make life interesting on the page,
Admittedly with an eye on the road to agents,
publishers and editors...
Cellphones.
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.
We commit these phones
to their temporary place of rest.
I remind you! Nothing will leave this sacred place.
So, please, no judgment,
honesty all the way.
Ginevra! Go! I'm all yours.
Provisional title: 'Busted!'
"The first time I met my father's business partner,
Volmaro,
I was six.
Ten years later, I was his Lolita.
And he was my revenge against my parents.
I was insatiable."
Mom...
"Insatiable.
But it wasn't about fucking.
It was about fucking with people's heads..."
Excuse me, Angela? Any other noises you want to make?
I'm sorry. I mean...
does anybody else think that the narrator's point of view lacks... empathy?
Sir, this is my trauma.
There's no way I'm going to take this kind of abuse.
No, you're right.
You're not. Ginevra, continue.
"We couldn't get away with it all the time..."
- Hey, Enzo. - Security Man!
- Everything OK? - Fine, you?
Fine! Listen...
- The guy filming, who is he? - Domenichetti.
Come on, the case is closed.
He's guilty, he admitted it... look at the file.
Spezi's neighbor, Rizieri,
reported Spezi being drunk right before the incident.
He feared for the daughter's safety.
Said there'd been a pretty big row between them earlier in the evening.
"It's a steep climb, you know, back to normal."
Climb?
Some people can't make it.
Maria...
On a scale of one to ten how bad is the pain?
Eleven.
Let's start very slowly.
Can you move your fingers? Like so.
Good girl, the other way?
I need to check the range of motion in your shoulder.
Give your whole arm over to me. Trust me with it.
Let's try again! Let go...
Right, Maria...
Your arm was dislocated.
If you carry on like this, you risk your shoulder becoming frozen!
The more you do now, the better your future.
Go on... eat the forbidden fruit.
- Already did. - Again.
Sweetheart, you need to find someone your own age.
You're... insatiable.
Insatiable!
Don't you dare compare me to Ginevra.
What we have is real.
I need to work.
What's wrong?
Sunday evening you came home really late
and didn't let me stay. Why?
You're sounding like my ex-wife who's 'ex' for a reason, by the way.
You know I don't want to bother you.
There's something you're not telling me. I just want to know, to help...
Listen...
The delivery date for the book the pressure, it's driving me crazy.
I've just got to finish it. And I can't if you stay.
Just give me a week and then I'll be all yours.
But now, go, please.
You still haven't answered my question. Where were you on Sunday?
- I was driving around. - Doing what?
Looking for something.
- For what? - I don't know. Something. My muse!
Well, that bitch, Ginevra, just posted a photo of you.
Any good?
Very cool. In the school courtyard.
Good.
They'd all die if they knew.
They must never know, Angela.
Never ever!
You're hurting me...
What's up?
I'm synching the audio from Domenichetti's cell.
It's my fault!
You know, as tragic as all this Spezi business is...
The timing couldn't be better for you, could it?
That's a low blow...
You look great, by the way.
- Really? - Yeah.
Is that for the event or for Pilati?
If I weren't married, I might be attracted to him.
No, no. You are married, and you're still attracted to him.
I get it!
He's the opposite of me.
He's all the things I'll never be. Rich. Elegant.
Rich...
Maybe in another universe...
Here we are!
Try and look happy tonight, Roberto.
And for God's sake don't shake Pilati's hand.
What's all that about? The whole 'not touching' thing?
I guess if you're that rich, you can afford to have any phobia you want.
Still, kind of a relationship deal-breaker, don't you think?
Not necessarily.
- Boss... - Good evening, Santini.
- Good evening, Claudia. - Good evening.
Looking sharp tonight, Carlo.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
- Curzio... - Claudia...
Impressive turnout.
Some pretty deep pockets in this room.
- Thanks to you. - Thanks to you.
Roberto, look at your wife, this evening, in this light,
a Medici Venus...
Feminine on the outside,
firm as marble on the inside. You are a lucky man, Roberto.
I've always thought so, yes.
- Speeches in five. - Of course.
Billionaire-Ferrario is already here.
Matteo. Please. Just 'Ferrario is already here'.
- I'll have a whisky. - Roberto!
May I introduce you to my new American client, Camille.
She just bought on Via Gorizia.
Just in time, if the rumors are true.
- What rumors this time? - Once Marcello Ferrario buys,
we're looking at a 20% house price bump.
You know Ferrario's not supposed to be here tonight, right?
No cameras allowed.
God forbid a high profile 'Liberal' should be seen to be supporting
a 'Conservative' candidate...
Are we boring you?
Yes.
No, I'm kidding.
Sorry. I'm dealing with horrendous insomnia.
Oh, you poor thing, are you taking anything?
Because if you're not careful, you can start hallucinating.
Yes, I know.
Well, for starters, no alcohol.
Everybody! Your attention, please!
I know that for many of you Forte dei Marmi
is a second home. Or third. Or fourth.
But it's a place
we all cherish.
And let nobody tell us we haven't earned it.
Ladies and gentleman,
I give you our next mayor,
our first woman mayor,
and, I guarantee, our best mayor ever!
Claudia Raffaelli. For a safer Forte dei Marmi!
Thank you.
I was born in Forte dei Marmi.
I grew up here.
My daughter grew up here.
And I intend on growing old here.
As a child, I wandered free.
Every street was safe.
Every front door was unlocked. No-one had any reason to be afraid.
Imagine.
There's a reason why we call them 'invaders'...
'undesirables'.
And let us not forget
how much we owe to our Chief of Police, Mori,
for solving the recent spate of burglaries,
now finally under control.
You know,
this dramatic incident
that just occurred
in the early hours of Sunday morning,
involving that poor girl,
is a case in point.
She was attacked... by someone she trusted.
You're not coming in?
You don't need me prowling around all night.
Everybody fell in love with you tonight.
Claudia. What's wrong?
The bitch changed her story.
She's saying it happened at Pilati's.
What?
Don't worry. Pilati wasn't there. He was in Milan. The house was empty.
But that's not the point. It's the optics.
You have to fix this, Roberto.
As soon as possible, understand?
Alright.
Is that too tight?
Let me loosen it a little...
Show me your hand... there.
Roberto, please tell your wife to calm down.
The girl is obviously protecting her father.
The anaesthetic wore off, she realized he was locked up,
she panicked.
Now she's claiming it happened at Pilati's place,
that there was a lot of drinking and some boy.
A boy?
A boy whose name she conveniently forgot. It's bullshit.
An obvious fabrication.
Look, Spezi's been here before,
drunk and disorderly, resisting arrest.
He confessed at the scene of the crime, let's not forget that.
- Any drugs involved? - Nothing in toxicology,
beyond the painkiller the hospital gave her.
- So where's Spezi? - We're releasing him.
I know. What can I do? She refuses to press charges.
Don't worry, we're sending her home with a social worker.
- Sorry. Alessandro, can you take over? - Sure.
I just lost a bet with myself.
What do you mean?
I was sure you would take another seven years to call me.
Did you pick up Dario's car?
Yes!
I need to talk to him. Where does he work?
If my son has done something terrible, you'd tell me, right?
Yes, I would tell you.
He works at Gilda's Beach. The restaurant.
Alright. Then maybe...
- we'll meet again. Bye. - OK.
Dario? He stopped showing up about six weeks ago.
Did he say why?
We're getting on fine without him.
Thanks.
If you find that dickhead Dario,
tell him to call me, Letizia.
So I can ignore him.
Maria, tell me where you sleep.
Upstairs.
And, Mr. Spezi, where do you sleep?
Down here.
And are you in regular employment, enough to meet your needs?
Yes.
You sure you're alright?
Why does everybody keep asking me that?
I'm fine here.
Alright.
I'm leaving now.
This is for her pain.
Please make sure she takes it as prescribed.
Goodbye, Maria.
Maria, I'm sorry, if you want we can talk about what happened.
I don't want to talk about it.
Don't worry. I told them it wasn't you.
Maria... listen... Maria...
I'm going to clear my name of everything, you'll see.
They can't keep treating us like this!
They can't keep treating us like this.
You fell asleep.
I can help you.
- Mr. Santini? Everything OK here? - He fell asleep.
Light's green, sir. You get to where you need to be.
Roberto. The sleeplessness...
The night. The dark. It's a new perspective.
- Embrace it. - Fuck off, witch!
It's the one rotten tooth in the smile that is Forte dei Marmi.
You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment.
I love it.
Wonderful!
- Can we go inside? - Sure.
For the outside,
discreet perimeter cameras, all thermal.
so no light pollution, motion-activated, obviously.
All with facial recognition and discernment
be it friends, relatives,
or 'undesirables'.
Basically, the answer to all your questions is 'yes'.
Today everything's possible.
Look, nobody was raped. Nobody died.
No bones were broken. All hymens remained intact.
It was a domestic dispute. Nothing more.
You're in the right business, Mr. Santini.
Eh, yes, my dear Marcello.
We're targets, men like us.
The world has changed.
We can no longer afford
to be seduced by the needy.
Marcello, I don't want a fortress,
- I love how central the villa is. - Yeah, there's everything here.
She just wants to be within walking distance of Prada and Gucci.
Shall we go?
The house is beautiful, it's wonderful.
Read me some of your book.
Not ready.
This time, I want us to come together. At the exact same moment.
I don't want to come until you do.
For fuck's sake, Angela...
You don't seem to want me as much as you did...
I thought it might help...
What the fuck are you going on about, Angela,
I'm 40 not 70!
And you really think that's the problem.
You really think a blue pill is going to solve everything?
Jesus Christ, Angela, you really are a little girl.
- It's such a shame. - What?
That these are the people you need for your campaign.
- Come on, it's all part of the game. - Game?
Yes.
'All hymens remained intact'? Beautiful!
- How the fuck is it possible? - What?
To not give a fuck what happened to Maria.
It was a joke.
- A joke? - Yes, a joke!
That girl is scarred for life!
I just can't help wondering how we'd feel if Angela had been the victim.
But she wasn't. And I'm trying to make sure she never will be.
- Not her, not any other girl! - Yeah, yeah...
Yeah, yeah...
Roberto, I have to ask you. Are you seeing Elena again?
No!
No... so these...
- Then what are these blue pills? - They're not mine.
- They're not yours? - They're not mine.
Yes, they are. Masculus V.
Claudia, I'm 40, not 70!
- I don't need them. - Sure! You're too much of a stud.
- Where did you find them? - At home, where did I find them?
Have a look, there'll be a receipt or a bill...
- Let me check my bag... - It'll be an online order.
There. Found it!
You hoped I wouldn't find it, but...
they're Angela's.
What does she need them for?
I mean, is that even legal? She's a minor. Who gave them to her?
Who the hell is she sleeping with?
She's going to bed with some old guy.
This family's falling apart.
Nobody deals with anything!
We're like lodgers who happen to be sharing the same house...
and nothing more.
You're mad...
I thought he was, like, in jail.
Only the hottest fashions in Forte dei Marmi.
Oh, God, guys...
He's coming this way.
Hopefully not. Oh, my God!
Hey, what are you doing?
Little Chiara! Your face hasn't changed!
Well?
And you?
Maria's birthday parties. That's it. Remember?
My wife's 'torta paradiso'.
You ate a bit too much of them...
What happened to us all?
I don't know... dunno!
Anyway...
No... no!
That's the September case. It goes after the April arrest.
September is when they tazered me.
I was minding my own business in the park.
The police are being pressured to make more arrests.
"A Safer Future"?!
Not for the likes of me. I'm just another statistic. Everybody knows.
255 LIKES. ONLY THE HOTTEST FASHIONS IN FORTE DEI MARMI.
- Did you see this? - What?
A message from Angela. "Urgent family meeting 3pm tomorrow."
"No excuses." What's she up to?
We'll find out tomorrow.
No excuses...
The good news is that of the five families who own Villa Casamora,
four have agreed.
One brother is still holding out.
- Holding out for what? - He wants more than a fifth.
Good for him. Is he bluffing?
- Honestly, yes. - Don't mind me.
Now we'll continue with the subject of the contract...
- It's me... - Hello.
So. Are we an unfinished conversation?
Yes...
Look,
if you can think of a place, I can buy us the time.
- When? - Tonight?
I mean, I'm pretty sure I can sort out a babysitter.
Wait. You don't expect me to look after Federico, do you?
Of course not... It would be inhuman of me to ask such a thing of you.
He's going to Hugo's house.
And why didn't you tell me you'd quit your job?
I hate my life. You okay for tonight?
OK...
I'll text you. Bye.
Who was that?
Emma.
She wants to swap nights for days.
- I brought you a coffee. - Thank you.
Fuck.
"Conditions of sale:
The sale takes place under the following terms and conditions..."
I'll explain later...
"The real estate under discussion,
are and will be until the date of the definitive contract of sale..."
Because I have to tell you something...
"... deeds, free of mortgage restrictions".
- It's that... - No!
Don't touch him!
You cannot touch him! Is that clear?
- I didn't want to... - I'm sorry.
Any touching... It's like handling dead flesh.
Curzio, I'm sorry, I'm mortified.
Unbelievable!
- I'm finished, I'm going. - Yes.
- Goodbye. - I'm sorry.
Dario, you idiot.
And here we have Maria.
Well done, cheers!
Well done, Pilati.
ERASED REFORMATTED
Emma! Why would random internal cameras be reformatted at Pilati's?
Oh, that must have been Ferrario's team.
Ferrario's team? Who authorized this?
Your wife.
But history on the perimeter cameras is stored on the Cloud.
She gave them full access.
They needed to remove any evidence that Ferrario was there.
Full access.
That fucking fundraiser.
The studio recordings have vanished as well. Why?
Because Ferrario was in here! Because we were all in here!
That's why it's not there.
I'm sorry. Claudia said not to bother you with it.
Don't worry, I'm sorry.
Well done, Claudia.
Brilliant, Claudia.
I hate Hugo.
- No, you don't. - Yes, I do.
- How's it going? - Fine.
- Thank you! I owe you! - Don't worry.
Be good. I love you.
What is it?
He's nocturnal. Like you.
- He's my conscience. - Not tonight he's not.
Any hidden cameras, Mr. Santini?
Anyone else watching us?
Can thermal cameras detect sexual arousal?
Definitely.
It's OK, Freddie, it's OK. I'm coming now. I'm literally getting in my car.
Alright?
Elena!
- What is it? What's wrong? - Federico just called me in a panic.
He never wanted to spend the night at Hugo's. I made him.
What kind of mother am I?
Do you see why I can't do this with you? It's like I lose my mind.
I'm sorry, I thought I could, but this is wrong.
I'm running out of time to make mistakes.
Mistake? That's what this is now?
You're the one who said we were unfinished.
And thank God you did.
You know, when...
when we split up, I made a promise. I promised to myself
that if I couldn't have you, I wouldn't have anything else.
And that's exactly that I got! Nothing!
I never allowed anyone else
to make me feel how I felt with you... alive!
And it's made me... featureless,
like a man with no face...
Look at the baggage I come with.
One son who hates me and another who can't survive without me.
- Let me speak to Dario. - No, you don't. I'll handle it.
He was there at Pilati's the night of the assault.
Why are you telling me this now?
After you've slept with me? Jesus!
Here we are again.
I'm telling you because it might be him!
I need to talk to him before anyone else does.
There's no good reason to let this go any further.
He's upstairs. You're not doing this without me.
Sunday night. I pulled you over.
You were drunk. Where had you been?
Sunday?
Drinking with a friend. At a bar in Sarzana. What do you care?
I care because it's not true.
You were at the home of Curzio Pilati.
Or is that not true?
That's true... Sunday, yes.
I worked for the guy, OK?
Mostly nights. Odd jobs.
Running errands. Caretaker stuff.
Dario, I love you,
but what sane person would hire you to take care of anything?
And this is why I don't tell my mother what the fuck I'm up to.
How did you meet Pilati?
- Is this an interrogation? - Yes.
At Gilda's Beach. He's there for lunch all the time.
Listen Roberto,
he was paying me three times as much and it beats raking sand.
So talk to me about the security camera.
- The security camera... - The one you ripped out of the wall.
OK, I get it now. You're bangin' my mother,
so now you get to play Dad with me? Well, it doesn't work that way!
I broke the camera because he fired me. For no reason.
- The guy's a weirdo. - And Maria Spezi?
Why was she there?
Well?
Pilati and some other guy found her wandering around the streets.
- What other guy? - I don't know. Some guy.
She was trying to get into the church on Via Trento.
- She was sobbing. They picked her up. - Whose car?
- Pilati's. The Porsche. - And she just got into the car.
No, obviously not.
She knew the other guy and he knew her.
Look, she was really upset about something.
We all got hammered, especially the girl.
So we made her coffee...
- A coffee? - Yes, a coffee.
- It's true. - Right? See?
We tried to sober her up. Then I got out of there.
I swear.
Listen, I'm sorry that girl got hurt,
but whatever happened to her, I don't know anything about it.
The church on Via Trento.
One step at a time...
Easy, easy.
WHERE ARE YOU? WE HAVE A FAMILY MEETING
Fuck! Fuck!
- Where are you going? - I forgot something. See you.
You're late. I wrote to you. Do you not read your cell?
There was traffic.
So, yeah,
my essay is called 'Bone of Contention'.
And,
Mom, I know you're going to hate this,
but it's time for some family truths about what happened.
What actually happened, you know, when I was seven.
OK.
I mean, why is it such a 'Bone of Contention' between you guys?
Why won't you ever talk about it?
- Angela, because... - Because it was so horrible!
The worst day of my life.
I lost you for ten minutes at the park.
Ten terrible minutes...
ten minutes of agony.
We found you behind the carousel.
That vile creature, Walter Spezi, was assaulting you.
His penis was out. His pants were covered with semen.
Come on, Claudia...
Your father tackled him.
- There. Are you happy now? - Why can't I remember it?
Because you were traumatized.
The mind protects itself. It needs to forget.
All I remember is a weird doctor showing me dolls.
That was a psychiatrist. He helped you heal.
But... why wasn't Spezi convicted?
You may well ask. You may well ask.
But I'm going to make sure it doesn't happen twice.
And this time...
- he'll pay for it. - Mom! And off she goes...
Angela, my love. You just can't go there with your mother. Let it go.
Great.
Really helpful, Dad...
I can tell you this... it wasn't semen, but urine. Just so you know.
On the subject of family truths... who are the blue pills for?
Claudia...
I fired Spezi for you. But it was never enough, was it?
No, it wasn't enough!
If you're going to investigate anything,
you should be investigating your own daughter
and her mysterious life.
- Maybe I don't want to know. - Sure, that's obvious.
How many times did I promise you... that I'd never do it?
I promised so often!
Let's try with your date of birth.
Right, your date of birth back to front.
What could you have used, street number...
Nope.
Please don't tell me you're so stupid to just choose...
A CODE HAS BEEN SENT TO YOUR TRUSTED DEVICE
Angela. Have I taught you nothing? Five, eight,
three, zero, two, four.
ANGELA S. TELEPHONE
Where do you go to every day?
Monday...
house and school.
Tuesday...
What's this place?
What is this 'Bakery'?
Where did you go?
Keep calm.
"Love! Love, love, love!"
Who the fuck is this, Angela?
Who is it? Who the fuck is it?
MEMORIES
"Vacations, friends."
No, no, no.
How's the writing going?
Well...
"I'm trying to discern the truth from a fog of conflicting memories".
How did you know I was here?
I don't believe it! You spied on me!
- You said you'd never do that. - Who's the scumbag?
- Why were you in Milan with him? - He's not a scumbag.
He's my professor.
We were in Milan because he had a big meeting with his agent.
He'd a big meeting? And that's how he seduced you into his bed?
OK.
You know what? I may as well tell you. I'm not going to university.
I'm moving to Milan with Stefano.
- You're going nowhere, Angela. - You don't understand.
He's writing a novel that might turnout to be an incredible success.
- He's lying to you. - No, he's not!
Google him.
Stefano Tommasi. He's an actual novelist.
He's had a book published that actual civilians have bought and read!
You do what you have to do, Angela.
But there's something I have to do.
I have to tell the police
that your professor
was at Pilati's house with Maria Spezi the night of the assault.
I have proof. I'm sorry.
I hate you!
You don't know anything about love!
Let's see. Maria.
You said the only people at the house with you that night were Mr. Pilati
and some boy whose name you couldn't remember.
Yes.
Any luck remembering the boy's name?
No.
And no one else was there?
No.
So you didn't arrive there with Pilati
and your teacher, Stefano Tommasi?
No...
Tommasi
left before anything happened.
That's convenient.
Is there anyone you're not covering for in this story?
I don't feel so good. I need to leave.
Got anything more you want to tell us?
I didn't hurt my daughter.
Neither did anyone else, it seems.
Well, I have a question...
Walter.
Do you think you deserve a daughter like that?
No. I do not.
I left before anything happened.
I went home. I swear.
- Home. - Yes.
Anyone who can verify that?
Mr. Pilati, we're ready. Whenever you want.
- Oh, here she is! - You lied to me.
You told me you were in Milan when it happened.
No, I didn't.
I said I wasn't there when it happened.
I'd left them all in the kitchen.
Claudia, you of all people should understand how this might look...
not just for me, for us, for the campaign.
You know how many people would like to read...
- Can we get a photo, please? - Yeah, sure.
"Pilati employee arrested for sexual assault".
My lawyers are seriously worried.
You have to help me here, Claudia.
Look, if it happened in my house, which I still pray it didn't,
I did the right thing.
I fired the boy, Dario, my caretaker. He's wild.
- Dario? - Yes, his name's Dario Nobile.
- He begged me to take him back, but... - Fuck!
Mr. Pilati, the ribbon...?
What a great idea.
- Well done, Claudia. - Thank you.
- Our mayor... - Excuse me...
You're avoiding me!
You're not even pretending to sleep on the sofa.
What the fuck are you doing, incriminating Pilati?
He's bringing in lawyers from Milan. But I get it now.
You're trying to protect that lunatic Dario.
Your fucking future stepson!
I'm just gathering all the facts,
Trying to sort the truth from the...
- May we? - Yes, of course.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
Don't make that face!
- What face? - The judging-my-ambition face.
This is my chance, Roberto.
My only chance.
This is my life and I won't let you get in the way,
not you, not our marriage, is that clear?
Yes, I'm ambitious.
But you know what? To some people, that's a very attractive trait.
Claudia, wait!
You want to explain yourself?
Matteo. Would you mind doing that thing you do...?
Go.
I wasn't always like this.
You mean secretive?
No. I mean the way I am.
When that woman touched me, in the kitchen,
and you jumped to my defense...
without a second thought. It's so like you.
Fierce. Heart first.
It made me feel... less alone.
Like you understood me, without wanting anything from me.
Can you imagine what that felt like?
This...
'thing' I have, this condition,
it's devastating, you know.
And it came out of nowhere. I've tried and tried,
but no-one seems to be able to trace it back to anything, to find a cause.
It's made relationships...
impossible. I'd freeze,
I'd shake and, yes, sometimes I'd... crumble.
And women always felt rejected,
no matter what I said. Of course they did.
So I chose loneliness,
it was so much easier.
Anyway, I've always been a private person.
I'm a very wealthy man and I can afford anything I want.
Except the thing I want most...
intimacy.
The kind of love you deserve.
I want to deal with this, get the best help I can.
I want to be with you.
Really be with you. Now.
In this universe.
You're an extraordinary man, Curzio.
I'll help you.
I'm sorry.
- The reception... - Yes.
RAPIST
Mr. Tommasi will not be attending class today.
You are all dismissed.
This is insane, guys. I mean, Mr. Tommasi and Maria?
HE'S NOT A RAPIST
Why aren't you at school, Angela?
What was Pilati doing here just now? What has he got on you?
- Listen... - Look at yourself!
It's like he reduced you to some pathetic, lame version of yourself.
Sit down, Angela. I have to tell you something.
I haven't been writing my novel.
- What? - I'm ghost-writing a book for Pilati.
- Why didn't you just tell me? - Well,
it's not exactly how I envisioned my career as a writer.
But you know what?
He's had a really interesting life.
Made his millions on debt management.
He doesn't have any family, he wants this to be his legacy.
Honestly, there's something there. He's a bit of a rebel.
Genius? Rebel? The guy's an asshole!
Well, that asshole's paying me.
That's serious money. The stuff I need to support my ex-wife?
I'm going to ask you one last time.
And if you lie to me again, I'm going to call the principal
and tell him we have fucked approximately 200 times since June!
What were you doing Sunday night?
I've already told the police.
OK.
You know what you and I are going to do now? We're leaving.
We'll go someplace. We'll go and live...
someplace we like.
I'll work my ass off and I'll support you. You write, nothing else.
You're talented. You wrote a bestseller!
Ten years ago!
Ten fucking years ago!
It could be like we're starting out.
Starting out?! I'm 40!
Look, Angela, you're wonderful.
You're fantastic.
But maybe it's not such a great idea to be thinking long-term with me.
This is insane.
It can't go on. We knew from the start that it wouldn't last.
One of us has to be the adult here.
And a quick check of our driver's licenses shows that would be me.
One day you'll understand.
- Something's happened. - I'll go for a smoke.
- Dad... - Love... what is it?
Don't tell Mom. Please don't tell Mom. Don't tell the school.
He broke up with me.
It hurts so much.
Tell me everything.
Sit down. What happened to you?
Tell me.
He said we shouldn't think long-term.
We shouldn't think long-term.
He said one of us has to be the adult.
One of us has to be the adult.
He told me to leave.
Leave. Leave.
Dad?
Are you OK?
- Are you OK? - Yes.
I need a glass of water.
Ah, enter Zeus!
Here to defend his beloved daughter, Athena!
Sunday night, did the boy leave before or after you?
Well done! Well done!
I could ruin you.
I know you slept with my daughter, your student.
I know you're the reason Maria, another student of yours,
got into that car. I have incriminating evidence.
You were an accomplice to whatever happened.
And you have a motive for lying about all of it.
Did you leave before or after the boy?
Well,
I mean, the whole 'damsel in distress' thing
has a certain cachet in erotica,
but frankly I've always found it rather depressing.
I wanted to take the girl home
to her father, but she insisted on staying...
so...
I left.
Before the boy.
Anyway, I already had a willing damsel waiting between my sheets.
You smug piece of shit!
You piece of shit!
You're ridiculous!
You really can't handle it, eh?
Roberto, come here.
Look!
"My father had been changed in a fundamental way.
Things that had once been unthinkable in him
suddenly became a reality.
He was...
- like a ticking bomb..." - Poor girl...
What is this?
Footage they filmed in secret of Maria Spezi during a lesson.
They've just put it up and it's already got over 800 views.
How on earth did no-one see the warning signs?
"If you show your fear, you bait the beast.
And so I hid it. And so I hide it to this day..."
- What happened to you? - Nothing.
You still think he's innocent?
"He would pass out night after night.
I would fall asleep in the chair next to his makeshift bed...
I would wake up to find him staring at me with eyes
that seemed to be hollowed out...
His undying anger at the town
over a wrongful arrest that happened years ago
had become a rage at the very universe.
A universe
that was no more likely to give him justice than his own community.
A community he now saw as heartless and corrupt...
After my mother died, a strange inversion had taken place.
I had become the parent and he was the child...
I thought it was just a temporary arrangement, a function of his drinking
I thought it was just a temporary arrangement..."
Turn it off!
Turn it off! Ginevra recorded it!
"But as the weeks went past,
I started to understand that the situation would never change,
I would never be free.
I would never be free".
And...
3,700 VIEWS
The end.
What happened to you?
Six of our prime accounts cancelled their contracts this morning.
I've been on the phone for hours.
They're saying you're 'unstable',
'violent'.
Maria...
Wait, please.
Emma?
What clients went back on the contract?
Emma! The clients who went back on the contract.
It's all clear!
They're all friends of Pilati.
Can you bring up their perimeter history?
I just trashed it all.
There was a court order.
How many times do I have to tell you? Nothing's ever trashed.
- Client one! - That's Dario's car!
Client two! Client three!
What are they hiding?
Dario, what else did you do that night?
Client five.
Are you getting this? Look!
No... Maria was already injured.
Dario, you're a liar...
It wasn't Spezi.
They arrested him at 2.56!
Unstable and violent.
Maria.
Please come to class today.
Stefano's back.
I'll walk in with you.
Let's start by taking this to Mr. and Mrs. Grassi.
Sorry? Can you give us a moment, please? Thank you.
- What happened to you? - Never mind!
Dario lied to you. He lied to both of us.
It can only get worse for him.
He has to start telling the truth. He has to go to the police.
If you want, I'll go with him.
I used to be your master electrician.
Now I'm lucky if someone trusts me with their toaster.
Look at us, a couple of outcasts.
Or as my wife would put it, 'undesirables'...
A couple of rejects.
Why did you say it was your fault when they found you with Maria?
Because it was.
We'd had a fight in the afternoon. Over my drinking.
She ran away and I was too drunk...
to stop her. That's the thing.
I could have stopped her. Everything that's happened to her is my fault.
I'm a useless fucker.
I just wish she'd written about the good times in her story.
- There were good times, you know. - I know there were.
Roberto...
After that incident
with Angela,
you had to fire me, I can see that now. But you know I would never...
I owe you an apology, Walt.
We all do.
"All I wanted was a ride on a carousel.
A carefree, pointless trip to the heavens.
But when I got there, the carousel was broken.
My mother never left a door unlocked
or a seatbelt unfastened.
If a dog appeared on our street, she called the dog pound.
So... to lose a daughter...
It shook the core of her world."
How did you meet?
At Gilda's Beach.
He loved that the girls were hot for me.
He said
I made him feel younger.
And then one day he said that if I wanted, I could...
I could use his house to get laid...
And I said yes right away.
I didn't even think about it!
His only deal was I had to do it in the den,
not in his bedroom.
I thought it was a germ thing.
But then...
I found out the real reason.
Look, I'm not proud of it.
I fucked up.
But I thought that for me it was only about
going to bed with these girls.
And anyway they were all consenting.
You can check that if you like.
- Did Pilati pay you for this? - Oh, yeah.
Cash.
And the bonuses got bigger and bigger.
Tell me about Maria.
"I could hear them all shouting my name.
But I just wanted someone, anyone to make the carousel go round and round..."
Where's the mechanic?
"And there he was...
the man who fixes everything."
Sir, can you repair the carousel?
"I knew he'd magic it back into motion for me.
How could he know how tragic his timing would prove to be...?
Such an innocuous moment.
Such a ruinous result."
I mean, Maria was different.
Everything went wrong.
You could tell she was really young,
but...
Pilati doesn't care. I keep topping up her glass.
Like I did with all the other girls.
Hi...
Drink, drink, drink...
The other guy, the one she knows,
he's getting nervous. He splits.
No, don't go, don't go...
- I need to go. - Please... please.
Pilati, man, he can't stop staring at her.
It's like he was feeling her with his eyes.
And I mean...
you could tell he had a... he was getting hard.
I'm sorry...
"...I was never scared.
In fact, I was kind of fascinated...
...it was more like watching a horse
taking a piss in the street."
I kissed her once
but it was ridiculous. I couldn't do it.
She was too drunk. It just wasn't right, you know?
We tried to sober her up, gave her coffee.
- Who made the coffee? - Pilati.
But...
it didn't help. Next thing I know, she's passed out.
Now...
he's right there with me,
unbuttoning her blouse,
but like really slow and careful so he doesn't actually touch her skin.
And he's sweating. And he looks at me, like...
'take over', your turn now. And I'm, like, no way.
I couldn't, I didn't want to.
So he yells at me to get out.
I was very drunk.
I don't remember anything, I remember that I...
I broke this camera, Roberto's...
And then I heard Maria screaming.
What the fuck are you doing?
"All the ingredients were there. A man holding his penis.
A curious little girl.
A mother consumed with blind panic.
I was crying,
but only because I cut my lip in the fall.
Try telling that to my mother.
Try telling her it was urine,
not semen on Spezi's pants."
He was like an animal.
Beating her up.
Kicking her in the head, really hard.
And I...
Then he wants her back on the chair,
so he grabs her by the wrist and yanks.
I'm amazed her fucking arm didn't come off.
And he's screaming at me like it's my fault.
He said to me...
"I had to try".
I had to try!
I thought I wouldn't feel it!
- And I'm like, feel what? - The death,
I thought I wouldn't feel the death in her flesh!
Get her out of here.
"No other angle of the truth was ever allowed in our house.
It had to be my mother's,
the one born of fear,
the one that absolved her from losing me in the first place,
the one thing she loved most in the world.
I've never understood this story
because I've never understood my mother.
But now I do.
Would this have been a better story if I had been traumatized?
More interesting?
Probably.
But that's not the story I'm telling."
Just for your information,
the long key's for his main door. He's all yours!
She was...
she was... so frightened by me.
She... jumped out of the car.
And I was... looking for her when Roberto stopped me, because...
I wanted to do something. I wanted to help her.
But...
Fuck!
The guy's gonna kill me!
Don't worry.
Other than alcohol, what showed up in toxicology?
I told you. Just the painkiller, Oxycodone.
- How many times have you slept with her? - Once.
Roberto, please.
At least tell the truth.
- It is the truth. - Sure!
But it's not the reason.
You know as well as I do...
this marriage is done.
And Angela's already got one foot out of the door.
Explain something to me, Roberto.
Do you really want to take an axe to everything we've built together?
The business? The family? Your career?
And all to be
with some lonely woman and her screwed-up kids.
Just because you want to play at being 19 again.
Are you sure that it's really love
and not another kind of sleepwalking?
I honestly...
don't know.
But it's worth the risk.
There's something I have to ask you...
were you aware that Ferrario's people erased more than just
the fundraiser footage?
I thought so.
The guy is sick
and evil, Claudia.
- Who can buy his way out of anything. - Maybe.
But I can't help wondering...
why would a girl pass out right after she was given coffee to sober her up?
Strange, no?
Claudia, she could have died.
That guy...
That guy made me feel alive again!
Whatever Pilati did, whoever he is...
he gave me a taste of something...
I'd forgotten.
But that's my problem, not yours.
And I'll tell you something else, Roberto,
it's the last time I let myself be defined by a man.
Any man.
Who are you?
I'm Maria's father, Walter Spezi.
What do you want?
I want to know what happened Sunday night.
Mr. Spezi, I really feel for you, but sadly...
everything's come to light, the parties, the drugs...
I'm raging at that pig Dario,
He's been abusing his privilege as my caretaker for some time.
Maria's not the first girl he's brought up here to seduce,
I can tell you that.
Your issue is with the boy. Talk to him.
Dario Nobile, Via Donati, I think?
- But Roberto... - Let me tell you about Santini,
he's fucking Dario's mother. The whole town knows.
Of course he's going to protect the boy.
I'm sorry. I really am. You deserve better. Apologies, I have to go.
- What do you say we go watch a show? - Alright.
Bye.
I talked to Claudia. I told her everything.
What did she say?
Mom, there's a scary man.
- I'll kill you. - Call the police!
- Walter! - You're a liar!
- Walter, what the fuck are you doing? - Leave me alone.
He's trying to kill my son!
- Leave me alone! - Look at me!
It's me, Walter. Look at me!
- Leave me alone! - It wasn't Dario. It was Pilati.
I swear to you, I will find the evidence.
Believe me.
Walt. It's over.
It's over.
Yes...
it's over.
I'm all done.
It's me they want. It's always been me.
Come outside! Come out with your hands up!
Come here, Spezi, come here.
Keep coming.
Keep coming. Come... Hold it!
Cuff him, Ricciardi.
Stop. Drop your weapon!
Drop your weapon, Walter!
Drop your weapon!
Oxycodone.
- Wine! - OK, calm down, guys!
Calm down. OK?
No, I want wine!
- Enough, enough. - More, more... a little more, yes.
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It's sad that a community
is united only in times of tragedy.
It's sad when human beings
will only step outside their fortresses
to share their grief,
to admit their fear.
It's sad.
Subtitles: Issaverdens - Rome