I, Bruno, take you, Rebecca, to be my wife.
By the grace of Christ, I promise to always be faithful,
for better, for worse,
in sickness and in health,
and to love and honor you, all the days of my life.
I, Rebecca,
promise...
- I can't... - What's going on?
I'm sorry.
What are you saying, love?
I can't marry you
after what you did to me.
What happened?
After what I did to you?
I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry! - Honey...
What's going on?
You should see your face right now!
Film his face.
Of course I'll marry him. It was a joke.
Zoom in. Get a close up of him.
Look at his face. My husband's as white as...
When I think of Rebecca, I recall the words of a comedian,
"My wife married me to get back at a man.
And I soon found out that man was me."
At the theater, everyone was laughing.
Everyone except me.
THE BODY
Good morning.
Here's your lunch.
Laila, get down from there!
Ma'am? Your lunch is ready. It's getting late.
Ma'am?
Oh, God! No!
No!
The board of directors has been notified. I'm clearing your schedule until tomorrow.
As soon as you let me know about the funeral arrangements,
I'll notify your contacts.
Then we can reschedule your agenda.
Sir, if there's anything you need, I'm here if you need me.
- Condolences. - I'm available. Call me.
- Condolences. - Condolences, Sir.
- At any time! - Condolences.
- Sir?
My sincere condolences.
Sir?
an Italian pharmaceutical company,
she had just turned fifty.
Rebecca Zuin died of a heart attack...
Oh, my God!
Please, help me! Help my husband!
Do you want to screw everyone over again?
- How did you do it? - Not this time!
MANCINI SAN GIOVANNI HOSPITAL, NOW!
- You're looking great. - Can we get a pastry?
Ambrosi said you're not going on holiday.
- Weren't you going to Madrid? - Next week, maybe.
That's what you said last month.
You haven't seen your daughter in years.
Two and a half. And it's my fucking business.
Angelo Salvitti. Head trauma and cervical fracture.
They've stabilized him, but they don't know when or if he'll make it.
The guy who ran him over said he came out of nowhere.
It was dark, it was raining, and he couldn't brake in time.
The road was so wet that even if he'd seen him...
It's a miracle he stopped anyway.
Breathalyzer?
Both negative.
- Where did it happen? - At the Forensic Science Institute.
- At the morgue? - He's the night guard.
I'm very touched, but tell me why I'm here again.
If he hadn't been run over,
we wouldn't have known what happened at the morgue before tomorrow.
A body is missing.
Did you warn the husband?
ITALIAN EXCELLENCE
Everybody was crying today.
Even the dog.
But you weren't.
Everyone reacts in their own way.
How will your wife's death impact the company?
You dealt well with the press earlier.
You were very much at ease.
I'm just trying to stay strong.
You'll need plenty of it.
Strength that is.
You'll have to manage everything my sister did.
If you don't need me...
I'll go.
I don't need you.
Zuin's sister asked for an autopsy, tomorrow at 9 am.
An autopsy for a heart attack?
What time did the body disappear?
Salvitti started his shift at 5:30 pm.
He left his office at 9:50 pm.
He called 911 before running away.
But the line went dead. They tried calling him back, but he didn't pick up.
Why was he running?
We don't know.
He was the only worker in the building.
Who signed the death certificate?
Dr. Saviano. I've already called her.
There are fifteen security cameras in the building.
They all stopped working at 9:40 pm, all except one.
This one.
It looks like he heard something, but no alarm had gone off.
When he got back,
he was terrified.
Fifteen cameras and that's the only one working?
- He wanted us to see it. - Maybe he's still here.
There's no sign of forced entry in the area, but the building is huge.
I asked for a search team.
We couldn't gain access to the security room.
Someone changed the password.
What did he see?
A walking dead.
Someone walking with a dead, maybe.
MISSED CALL
INCOMING CALL
- Aren't you going to answer that? - I'm sure it's more condolences. I can't.
At this hour?
Why, what time is it?
Hello?
Yes.
Yes, it is.
Don't worry, I wasn't sleeping.
I've already spoken with your colleagues.
What's going on?
What do you mean?
I get it. Can I know why?
Alright.
Alright. I'm coming.
What's going on?
MEDICAL RESEARCH INSTITUTE ARNALDO ZUIN
- Corrado? - Hm?
Chief Inspector Cosser.
- My condolences. - Bruno Forlan. Good evening.
Thanks for coming. We realize that
this is more bad news for you today, but...
More?
Let's sit down.
It's about your wife.
She's missing.
- What? - Her body.
It was there, and now it's not.
Vanished.
Is this a joke?
Our first hypothesis, the only one, actually,
is that someone took it.
- Took it? - Hm-hm.
What the fuck? It's not a package. Isn't there any surveillance here?
Yes, Mr. Forlan. In fact, it was the night guard who called us.
When he tried to intervene, but something scared him and he fled.
At the moment he's in a coma.
A car ran him over and now he's at San Giovanni hospital.
I'm sorry, but...
Why would someone steal a corpse?
Satanic rites, vandalism.
Organ trafficking.
Or maybe...
to avoid the autopsy.
Had someone been threatening your wife?
She was a rich, powerful woman. She might have had enemies.
I don't know anyone mad enough to do something like that.
What about you?
What about me?
There was a call to 911 on October 20th, at 1:18 am.
Domestic violence.
Yes, it was one of Rebecca's jokes.
- I'm sure you have that on your notes. - Yes, I do.
Your wife loved jokes, uh?
Yes.
Maybe he'll go back home and find her there!
- How fucking dare you? - Sorry, it was just a joke.
A shitty joke!
- I overdid it. - Show some respect!
Look, you're absolutely right. Sit down.
No, I mean it!
Ask my colleague. I tend to overdo it. I'm sorry.
- He does. - Please, sit.
Please.
Listen...
Why weren't you home when we tried to reach you earlier?
I went to buy some ibuprofen. I had a bad headache.
Alektopharma's head of research is running short on ibuprofen?
Is this another joke?
No.
- What are you getting at? - Inspector?
Dr. Saviano is here.
I beg your pardon.
Let's be clear. Do I need a lawyer?
Well, no.
You're just a person of interest.
A lawyer...
- Hi. - Hi.
- Look, I'm sorry... - Me too.
What do you mean, the body is missing?
Someone took it.
- What the fuck? - Let's focus on the night guard.
He's at San Giovanni hospital. Do you know anyone there?
Yeah, some students I knew at uni who work in the emergency room.
Go there, see what you can find out.
Bruno, I don't get it.
- Did they arrest you? - Try to be discreet.
I'll call you later. I love you.
I love you t...
RECENT CALLS FACULTY OFFICE
What are you doing? You can't smoke in here.
- It's not lit. - Good.
The coroner wants a word with you. Come.
Mr. Forlan, you said your wife came back from a work trip in Boston yesterday.
You also added that she was afraid of flying.
- Right? - Yes. Rebecca would have said,
"I'm not afraid of flying, I'm afraid that the plane will break down and crash.”
- Nice. - Yeah. Remarkable.
The stress induced by long flights can take a toll on cardiac activity.
So you think the flight caused her heart attack?
Well, it's plausible.
But there are no records attesting any prior heart problems.
Rebecca thought herself immortal. Maybe that's what killed her.
Maybe.
Without an autopsy, we have no way of establishing what happened.
Any history of schizophrenia in the family??
No.
Parkinson's disease?
No, I don't think so.
Epilepsy?
Shouldn't you be asking her family doctor?
Her doctor didn't live with her.
I need to exclude a hypothesis.
What hypothesis?
Catalepsy.
Sorry, Forlan. Giada, a word.
- Are you kidding me? - What?
- Catalepsy? - Yes!
If she woke up, why didn't she ask for help?
- Why is she missing? - Calm down, Cosser, okay?
- We need to stick to the facts. - She had a heart attack.
Exactly like you wrote in your report. She was dead!
Then someone broke in and stole her body!
The night guard shat himself, and I want to know why!
Bruno?
I tried calling you ten times.
I'm at the morgue.
Rebecca's body went missing and the police have a lot of questions.
The Inspector thinks I have something to do with it.
- Do you? - Are you serious?
The police couldn't find you. Where did you go?
To the drugstore! I had a headache.
Why did you ask for an autopsy?
- Insurance matters. - Yeah, sure.
Tell me what I need to do. You are the family lawyer, help me.
I advise you to answer their questions.
I see the shrink I sent you to is doing an excellent job.
- What did you find? - No criminal record.
Graduated with honors in Chemical Engineering.
A master. Then one day he met Rebecca Zuin.
He went from temp teacher to top manager at the speed of light.
Good for him.
His mother's a hairdresser. His dad died when he was a kid.
- He had debts and he killed himself. - Did you notice?
He always refers to his wife in the past tense.
"She had, she said, she was."
Veronica died five years ago and...
And she's still there.
Go to your daughter. It'd be good for you.
Why would Carla want me around?
She's in Madrid, she has a life, a house, her friends.
- She's fine. - What about you?
How are you doing?
- I'm fine. - You're fine.
- Yeah, I'm fine. - Good.
The days go by, one after the other. I'm doing fine.
I'm just worried about you.
- So should I worry because you're worried? - No.
No.
What's this theory that when you're sick you need to heal?
Where does it come from?
You're sad? No! You can't be.
We have to be happy, all of us, fucking happy,
in a world full of fucking happy people!
You're sad? That's not good! So you're straight into therapy,
or they'll cast you aside and...
What fucking Nazi first thought of this?
What's your problem with sad people? Huh?
Where I come from, everyone's sad, and no one ever thinks of busting their balls!
I don't want to be helped, okay?
I...
I want to be sick.
I want to be sick!
Fine.
What's going on?
I don't like it when you listen to this song.
This is a sad day for me
It's inappropriate.
And I'm so vulnerable
I'll be lost without you
Sweetheart!
When I was a kid I was afraid of water too.
Then, one day my dad took off my armbands and threw me off the boat.
I wasn't even three.
Were you scared?
You're not mad, are you?
Hm?
Sweetheart.
Let me look at you.
Come on, turn around.
You're so handsome, sweetheart.
- I have to go. I have a meeting. - Cancel it.
- I can't. - Sure, you can.
I know you can.
I won't fire you.
- You won't? - No. I won't.
You know how hard it was to show people I'm good at what I do?
That I'm not there because we fuck?
You're married to me.
I know what you're worth.
That's why you are where you are.
And you're not a temp teacher anymore. For now.
Hm?
You're right, honey.
- Oh, I am? - Thank you.
I got an amazing dress for the party tonight.
- Yeah. - I can hardly wait to show you.
You're mine tonight. Mine.
Yes. We need to celebrate, honey.
Don't worry. We'll clean it up later.
Hm? Come on.
We'll clean it up later, sweetheart.
I miss you when you're away.
Sweetheart.
Don't play that fucking song again.
Okay?
Mr. Forlan. Going for a walk?
-I heard something. I came to...
Hold on.
So?
A problem with the fuse box. Solved now.
What are you doing here?
I was telling your colleague I heard something...
- The lights went out. - What about this?
What were you looking for in your wife's belongings?
Me? I didn't touch anything.
The victim's phone is missing.
What do you mean victim?
- It's habit, don't mind him. - It was here.
It wasn't me.
No, it wasn't you. Maybe it was one of these guys.
Let's do a door to door and gather some intel.
Come here, Forlan.
Empty your pockets.
- Come on... - Come on, we don't have all night!
Okay?
- Is that all? - Yes, it is.
Spread your arms and legs, if you don't mind.
- What? - I have to search you.
- You're not... - Turn around, God damn it!
What the fuck are you doing, asshole?
- I'm gonna sue you! - Let him go!
Show me the...
What's this?
- I found it on the ground. - It has your lab's label.
Our products can be found anywhere.
You're head of research at one of the biggest pharmaceutical...
- What's that got to do with it? - Calm down!
Are we done? You're keeping me against my will.
You don't want to know what happened to your wife?
- Where are you going? - Can I go to the restroom?
Mancini,
have it analyzed. Now.
You can't behave like that. He could really press charges.
I didn't do anything.
- I don't want any trouble. - It won't happen again.
Want to get suspended again?
I said it won't happen again.
So you said last time.
Next time you'll tell me, "So you said last time".
You're such a dick!
Why do you hate Forlan so much?
He couldn't care less about his wife.
He's just a rich asshole.
Fucking rich asshole.
I'll tell you more.
I'm sure he has something to do with it.
Where the hell are you going?
Look at this bullshit.
How much does this cost?
I don't know.
It's vintage. Maybe 80, 100k.
You pay 100k and you don't get back seats?
Mancini, do you copy?
Go on, Ambrosi.
A fallen oak is blocking the road.
The firemen are on their way but it's going to take a while.
The night guard is Angelo Salvitti, still in a coma.
- Does anyone else know? - Like who?
- The police? - No, not the police.
Whoever stole Rebecca's phone knows.
Shit.
There's something else.
The bottle popped out of nowhere. They have it now.
Bruno, I...
I knew it. Fuck!
- Honey, did you tell anyone? - Do you think I'm fucking stupid?
What about Gabriella?
What's Gabriella got to do with it?
Oh, she's little Miss perfect. She'd never do that.
Instead, I'm just some stupid girl. Who knows who I told?
- You're being irrational. - And you're an asshole!
REBECCA ZUIN IS PLEASED TO INVITE YOU TO HER 50TH BIRTHDAY COSTUME PARTY
I CLOSE MY EYES AND YOU'RE STILL HERE WITH ME
- Sir, are you there? - Yes.
- They're waiting for you at the table. - I'm coming, Elisabetta.
Where are you going? Stay with me.
The two of us, here.
My sister, your wife, in the other room. It's exciting.
It's not exciting. Listen.
- Perhaps It's better if... - What?
Perhaps it's better if this doesn't happen again.
Okay?
The other night you said you loved me.
That was the other night.
The other night.
I'm sorry.
I CLOSE MY EYES AND YOU'RE STILL HERE WITH ME
- Who the fuck is texting you at night? - What are you doing?
- Who? - No one. Stop!
- What are you doing? - Who texted you?
- Give me your phone, asshole! - Stop!
- Goddammit! Stop! - Give me the phone!
Fuck!
Honey?
Elisabetta?
My husband just attacked me. He's being violent!
Please, come right away, I'm scared!
Yes.
I'm losing a lot of blood.
Villa Zuin.
Yes.
Please, come right away!
Who the fuck texted you?
Whose number is that?
- Tell me. - Honey...
Tell me!
It's your sister.
I tried to get her to stop, but I can't. It's your sister.
Stepsister!
Hello? There's no need to come.
It was just a joke.
Yes.
I know. You're right. I'm sorry.
I CLOSE MY EYES AND YOU ARE STILL WITH ME
Forlan?
Forlan? Are you in there?
- Forlan! - Coming, just a sec!
- Forlan, you okay? - I'm about to throw up.
Should I call a doctor?
- Are you smoking? - I'm not. I feel sick.
I need to go home now.
Sorry, but the road is blocked. It'll take two hours.
Is everything okay?
Forlan?
The whole building's operations depend on this room.
Including the 15 security cameras.
The door is armored.
Just a few people know the password to it.
Come with me.
This room would be impenetrable,
if it wasn't for the air duct.
See?
It goes up to the roof.
The grates have been removed. This one right here,
and that one up there. See?
Someone made their way in through the air duct.
They cut the closed circuit wires and changed the password.
Ambrosi?
Ambrosi, do you copy?
Go ahead.
There's something on the roof. You need to see it.
I'm at the fire door. There's something here too.
That's probably how they got in and stole your wife's body.
- Can you take the light out of my face? - I can't.
This is a full-on third degree.
Please.
A little irony wouldn't hurt, you know. Follow me.
What are you doing? Come on.
What day is today?
February 8, now. Why?
It's not March 20.
2019.
March 20, 2019.
Twenty zero three two zero...
one nine. Two zero zero three two zero one nine. That's the password.
The password is a date!
Someone changed the date on this calendar,
probably the same person who stole your wife's body.
Why use the singular? How do you know it was just one person?
It's just a theory.
To get out of here, you need to open the armored door,
and you need another password to turn off the alarm.
Someone messed with the control panel.
They changed that password, too. Guess what they used?
Now it's they.
Well, you brought it up.
March 20, 2019.
It really doesn't ring any bells?
No, it doesn't.
Great. Thank you.
Let's move on. What does your future with your new, young husband look like?
Youth is a gift that sooner or later has to be given back.
Unfortunately.
What are you doing here? Didn't you have an interview?
It's done.
You're unstoppable.
I saw you.
What did you see?
You changed the password.
Why did you pick that date?
You could've used our wedding day.
This one binds us even closer.
Some things are better forgotten.
Not this.
Do we need to talk about it? Hm?
What do we need to talk about?
We'll end up fighting. It's not in my interest.
Right?
Right. It's not in your interest.
Please, get the dog out of my office.
He drools all over the sofa.
You're in a bad mood, uh?
So...
Come with me.
- What are you doing? - Come!
Come. It'll take a minute.
Come.
Here.
Ta-dah!
An important piece for your collection. Huh?
It has less than 1,200 miles.
Do you like it?
I don't know what to say.
You could start by saying thanks.
Let's forget the bad memories. We deserve better than that.
Forensics found some DNA traces.
For sure they used this lift to move your wife's body from the basement.
See?
I used "they" once again. Are you happy?
Very.
What's your shoe size?
Why do you ask?
We found footprints near the stairs that go up to the roof.
Is this another of your fucking theories?
You sadly persist in the use of foul language.
You're in the presence of public officials.
- It's 10.5. - Thank you. Was it that difficult?
Mancio?
Mancio!
What's going on?
Let's go.
- Inspector, it's in there. - What a mess.
That way.
"I close my eyes and you're still here with me." I found a card with your text.
I can't believe I'm saying this.
Maybe Rebecca is still alive.
What the fuck are you saying?
Bruno?
Bruno, can you hear me?
She's alive, and she's still playing her fucking jokes.
Are you serious?
Maybe she read your text on my phone.
Didn't you erase it?
She left my footprints to frame me for the theft of her body.
How would she have managed to do everything by herself?
Exactly. Someone must've helped her.
Gabriella?
Maybe.
Okay, Bruno. Fuck this. Fuck the money, everything!
Get out of there. Let's run away!
Bruno?
Everything okay?
Yeah, fine.
It's my sister-in-law. She wanted to know...
Phone and unlock code, thanks.
I'm not an expert, but I think you need a warrant for that.
- It's private property. - Right.
It got a little wet, but I guess you can still read it.
Thanks.
He erased all incoming and outgoing calls.
Phone records?
Some calls to the sister-in-law and a few others we're checking.
The last call had no caller ID.
Inspector?
- Inspector? - Yeah?
The fire alarm was set off on purpose.
Probably with this.
We found it in the toilet, on the smoke detectors.
When I went to get him in the toilet, it smelled like smoke.
We have the TH-16 results.
It's a cardio toxin.
Extracted from reptiles.
- It's rarely used in med... - Mancio!
It can cause heart failure when injected or ingested.
- Don't push me! - Come on, move!
Sweetheart?
Sweetheart.
Look at me. Sweetheart.
Sweetheart.
You're mine tonight.
Mine.
Bruno!
Rebecca? Is that you?
Yari Santucci.
Open the door!
RECENT CALLS REBECCA
- Forlan, how you doing? - Here you are!
- Honey! - Honey.
- I already got one for you. - You can have it. I have one already.
- Who gave it to you? The boy or the girl? - The boy. Why?
The boy is serving Nebbiolo and the girl Brunello.
- Who was that? - Who?
- With the crow mask. - Oh, the plague doctor.
You were talking and looking at me.
-You don't want to know who that is.
So?
- He's a new lawyer. - Your sister wasn't good enough?
Since you're fucking her,
she's not to be trusted, is she?
- Honey... - Hm?
- You got it all wrong. - I want a divorce.
But I have to figure out how to really hurt you.
I called the best divorce lawyer in Italy. That guy.
No more shiny cars.
No more private planes. No more research and development.
It's over.
Are you serious?
I'm always serious when it comes to you, even if I keep laughing with you.
You want everyone at your feet, don't you?
- No, I don't want everyone at my feet. - No?
I want you at my feet. You!
Let's do it. Why not?
Here I am.
I'm at your feet, you fucking psycho.
You're so stupid!
You make it too easy.
Of course you're not fucking my sister!
Fuck you. Who was that, then?
A wife shouldn't share all her secrets with her husband.
I don't know all your secrets, do 1?
You have the right
to call a lawyer.
If I were you, I'd get a good one, which is not the one you have right now.
I don't think you want to trust the stepsister of the woman you murdered.
What did you say?
We suspect you killed Rebecca Zuin with TH-16.
A substance you have access to, since your lab manufactures it.
You then subtracted the body to avoid a regular autopsy.
You think I'd walk in here with the murder weapon on me?
And why subtract the body if TH-16 vanishes in 24 hours?
I'm impressed.
One hour ago you didn't know anything about TH-16
and now you're suddenly an expert? Congratulations!
- I was nervous. - Oh.
You need specific exams to find traces of TH-16 in the blood.
Like the one your sister-in-law requested.
From Gabriella Zuin's documents. Tenth row, last paragraph.
She sent it to us a few minutes ago.
When did you last see your wife?
Forlan?
Last night, at the costume party for her 50th birthday.
We went to sleep and when I woke up I didn't notice anything.
I went to work and she...
She was dead. Elisabetta, the housekeeper, found her.
Can I ask you
a personal question?
Do you love your wife?
I loved my wife.
Don't you keep loving someone even after they're dead?
On an abstract level, maybe.
Considering your wife's sudden death, your behavior...
That you didn't lose your cool, not even once. Well, it makes me think.
Makes me fucking angry, too.
I'm a scientist. I'm fully aware of the vulnerability of our body.
We walk side by side with death. When we least expect it, it cuts us off.
As the coroner said about the heart attack caused by Rebecca's fear of flying.
You really liked that theory! Right?
You really liked it!
In the meantime
I'll show you the evidence we have on you, just to speed things up.
Did you know that your wife had hired a private investigator?
Ah, so you didn't know!
Here are the invoices.
I'll make a guess.
Your wife doesn't trust you that much anymore.
Maybe she wants a divorce.
She wants to deprive you of your rights to the Zuin family's wealth.
So you kill her before she can drag you before a judge
and make you a temp teacher again. A good one,
but a very poor one.
No more research and development, no more luxury cars,
no more villa, pool and fresh juice in the morning.
No more Elisabetta the housekeeper. Nothing, nothing at all.
It goes without saying that these are just hypotheses that need to be verified.
There's one thing I don't get, though.
Yari Santucci isn't answering his landline or his mobile.
We're sending agents to his place,
but if you could just give me something,
- we could save them a trip. - Whose house?
- See? It's here. Where are you going? - Wait a minute.
What does this say?
Giulio Amodei.
Did you know him?
Forlan?
- What are you doing? - That's impossible.
- What are you doing? - Shut up!
How dare you? You shut up!
Calm down!
Are you done?
Are you done, Forlan?
- Stop! - It was here.
Shut that asshole in here. Put someone outside.
Alright, sir. Marini, do you copy?
- Hello? - Hey.
- Honey, is that you? - Yes.
- What phone are you calling from? - I found it next to a body in the morgue.
- What? - All the calls on this phone
come from a single number, Rebecca's.
But her phone is missing.
The label on the body bag read "Yari Santucci".
- The police say he's a... - Private investigator.
How do you know?
Someone left an envelope while I was at the hospital.
There was a USB stick in it.
There's a file named "Y-Santucci” in it. Hold on.
What are you saying?
I'll show you.
There was also this.
I'll do it once she's back from Boston.
They'll think that the flight caused the heart attack.
Oh, God. They knew everything.
Who did?
Rebecca and Gabriella.
She's in it too.
The police found Santucci's invoices.
In her papers.
It was either her or Santucci who sent you the envelope.
They know where you live honey.
- What? - You have to get out of there!
Bruno!
They'll arrest you! They'll take you away and I won't see you anymore.
If Rebecca is alive there's nothing they can do and they know that.
Nothing bad will happen to you, I promise.
What the fuck do we do now?
Bruno...
There's someone here.
- What do you mean? - Please!
No, please!
Diana, can you hear me?
No! Help!
Honey!
Happy birthday to Daddy!
Honey, stop!
-Don't! Come on Carla/ -Happy birthday to Daddy!
- All fifty of them? - All of them.
- They have ones with numbers, you know? - I do.
Help me blow them out.
- Hurry up. - One...
Two, three...
Stop!
- Let me pass! - Stop! I said stop!
I have to leave, let me pass!
How dare you? Where are you going?
Get the fuck out!
I have to go home. They need me.
The car keys!
Who needs you?
You're really pissing me off now!
- I'm a public official... - You piece of shit!
I'm filthy rich, I can destroy...
Good morning, princess.
What the fuck...
- You're not right in the head. - So I'm told.
Get any rest?
In prison you can rest all you want.
There.
Who needs you, Forlan?
Before I hit a home run on your face,
you said, "They need me!" ” Who needs you?
What's going on?
Listen.
Salvitti, the night guard, just came out of his coma.
Lucky, uh? Or maybe not so lucky.
Depends on your point of view.
Anyway, he had an interesting story to tell. Want to hear it?
I'm the night guard
at the Zuin Forensic Science Institute.
We found this in the basement.
Next to the lift.
Oh, my God!
We found a 32 caliber in your car. Five bullets were missing.
We also found a shovel, a cap
and a pair of shoes, size 10.5.
They match the prints we found outside.
Go ahead!
Not to mention the blueprints of the building we found at your place.
- Is it a good dog, ma'am? - Yes.
Laila is a good girl, right?
We found this in his office.
Keep searching.
- The what? - The blueprints. How do you call them?
- The layout. - Do you know that my wife's family
owns the university and was planning to finance new renovations?
That's why I had the blueprints. What the fuck is this?
I never owned a gun in my life.
What the fuck are you talking about?
You tell us.
- My wife is alive. - Forlan...
He's going to drive me crazy, you know?
Do you have proof that she's dead? A body?
- We don't... - No, because I tried to kill her!
I tried, but she's alive, she wants you to believe
that I stole her body and buried it,
- but I didn't. - Forlan?
Do you realize what you just said?
You just admitted to murder
but not to disposing of the body.
Attempted murder.
I'll tell you everything, but please...
You have to protect the woman I love.
Your sister-in-law can protect herself.
I don't give a fuck about my sister-in-law.
It's Diana Bettini.
Who the fuck is Diana Bettini?
When you tried calling me, I was at her place, not at the drugstore.
Please.
Forlan?
Do you like the setting?
- Quite dramatic. - Exactly.
It happened almost a year ago.
I was teaching a chemistry course.
And...
Some students who'd taken a liking to me invited me to a party.
I thought it could, I don't know...
That going out would do me good, as I usually only dined with 70-year-olds.
I met Diana there.
Maybe you can't understand.
It was...
like a bolt from the blue.
We were drawn to each other in seconds.
I don't think that can happen many times in a lifetime.
It happens only once for most of us.
Then, something weird happened.
She ran away without even telling me her name.
Excuse me!
Where are you going?
So I tried asking around.
No one seemed to know her.
Remember the girl who was with me at the party?
Blue eyes, petite.
No, I don't think so.
A week later I was back at the university
to teach a course on Green Chemistry.
Eco-sustainability in pharmaceutical chemistry.
As we said previously,
the devices used to...
I couldn't stop thinking about her.
I was about to end the lesson,
when she came in.
Come in.
- like water, electricity and... - May 1?
Yeah.
Hm... We were saying...
She said she'd ran away because
she'd seen me in a magazine with my wife
and she didn't want to get involved.
Let me guess.
You told her you were fed up with your wife,
that you were serious,
and that sooner or later you would've asked for a divorce.
- Let's go back to Diana... Bettini. - Bettini.
We dated for a while.
- Then things got serious. - Let me guess.
You fell in love.
The most beautiful time of my life.
With Diana I felt alive.
She was different from anyone I'd ever met before.
I felt I could tell her everything, even things I'd always kept to myself.
We still had a huge problem, though.
Rebecca.
I wasn't ready to divorce her.
A woman like Rebecca wouldn't just take everything I had.
She would've destroyed my life.
- It's not that easy! - Why?
- Because it takes time! - That's not true!
She was sick of waiting, so she left me.
I didn't see her for weeks, not even at the lessons.
She drove me crazy.
Until, one day, I went to her.
- What do you want? - / told her there was a solution.
- We need to talk. - Still want to fucking talk?
You say she's a bitch, that you want to be with me.
But you won't divorce her.
There's no solution.
Yes, there is.
A horrible one.
Why did you hate your wife so much?
When I think of Rebecca, I recall the words of a comedian,
"My wife married me to get back at a man.
And I soon found out that man was me."
At the theater, everyone was laughing.
Everyone except me.
How did you kill Rebecca Zuin?
How did you kill your wife?
|I used TH-16.
A toxin that causes heart failure.
I put some in my wife's wine glass last night.
At her birthday party.
Rebecca had a fatal heart attack.
Fatal apparently.
As a chemist, you were 100% sure about the toxin's efficacy, right?
Yes.
-Then why do you think she's still alive?
You said she hired a private investigator.
So she knew everything about me and Diana.
She had time to prepare.
She might have switched glasses.
She might have taken a neuroleptic to induce a state of catalepsy.
Some of them can simulate heart failure.
Once metabolized, the body goes back to normal.
Quite an imaginative plan.
Risky, too.
Not for Rebecca. She likes playing games.
But she couldn't have done this all on her own.
Who helped her?
It's obvious, Inspector.
Gabriella shot the night guard, without intent to Kill.
She couldn't have foreseen he'd get hit by a car.
Rebecca has the power, the money and the intelligence
to do whatever she wants. Including vanishing without a trace.
No, it doesn't hold up. It's a plan based on sheer luck.
Or on bad luck. Right?
Depends on your point of view.
Well done Forlan.
It was all planned in order to force me to confess.
She used the only leverage possible.
Diana. The only woman she could never control.
If it's not too late for her...
She'll say I was at her place when the night guard ran away.
I never wanted to involve her, but I see no alternative.
I need to know that Diana is okay.
Could you send someone?
Please.
The body of a woman was found.
There might be a connection.
We're surrounding the area. Forensics are on their way.
We must move now.
It's not polite to spy on other people's phone calls.
Belittling other people's work is even less polite.
So, you really believe that?
Who knows? Maybe the speaker will be able to convince me.
I highly doubt that.
Can I have a glass of wine?
What subject would you prefer, if I may?
They could scientifically demonstrate the existence of God.
- Way more interesting than micro plastics. - Yeah, interesting. But hard.
Love and God are difficult subjects.
Love isn't.
- Really? - Yeah.
It's regulated by phenethylamine.
What's that?
An amphetamine we produce, responsible for elation and euphoria.
You become infatuated when the neurons of the limbic system
are saturated or excited by it.
Nerve terminals adapt to the stimulation, or hormone levels decrease.
Then the attraction fades because attachment takes over.
A new chemical balance emerges, wherein endorphin
calms us, it calms our mind and body.
That's when oxytocin enters the stage
pushing us to look for physical contact.
Who are you?
Excuse me.
- Doctor Forlan, we're ready. - Yes.
Bruno Forlan, just another prick. You?
I'm Rebecca. The one who pays for all this.
Good to know.
Good luck!
Thanks.
Good morning.
Yes, tell me.
We found the door open.
The place is rented out to Bruno Forlan.
There is no trace of this Diana Bettini.
He said she was afraid, maybe she ran.
If she was here, she didn't run away, she moved house.
Do you come here often?
Yeah, every morning.
- What about the yellow fridge? - It's been there for a while.
- Thanks. - You're welcome.
Pull her out.
That guy found her. He was out walking his dog.
Forlan's house is half a mile from here.
You okay?
Your sister-in-law was home all night.
You know who can confirm that?
Elisabetta, the housemaid, the one who makes the fresh juice.
And there was no trace of Diana Bettini.
In your house. Your house!
Nothing whatsoever.
We checked the university records
and there's no one by that name. You know why?
Because she doesn't exist, Forlan.
- No. - You made her up,
just like you made up the complicity between your wife and her sister.
I didn't make anything up.
They're trying to frame me.
Cut the bullshit, Forlan! I can't take this shit anymore!
I'm going to ask you something and I want a straight answer.
You really thought you could pretend to be insane and get away with it?
kick out photographers, onlookers, journalists, everyone.
Cuff him, please.
Goodbye, Forlan.
Come on.
Let's go.
- Forlan, let's go. - No, don't.
- Let's go. Come on. - Come on.
- Come on, Forlan. - Move!
Where is he going? Hey, catch him!
Let me go!
Let me go, you piece of shit!
- Let me go! - Don't move.
Let me go!
Let me go.
- Let me go! - Stop it!
Let me... Hey!
You have visitors, Forlan.
Inspector.
Forlan.
You're looking good.
I can't say the same for you.
How are you doing, Forlan?
You really want to know?
I thought so.
Can we avoid the formalities?
We've known each other long enough.
Sure.
Yeah.
What happened to your face?
To your hand?
Well...
I slipped. You know how it works.
I hit the wall.
Three times this week.
- Too much wax on the floor. - Exactly.
Twenty-five years.
You must be happy.
It's not like they gave me a medal.
I'll be one of the few who serves a whole sentence in Italy.
If I make it out alive.
You have to get smart.
Get on the good side of the meanest one of all.
The others will calm down and leave you alone.
Sometimes I think...
that I really killed her.
With my silence.
With my thoughts.
With my betrayals.
The envy I felt for her.
At times I miss her.
Don't dwell on it too much or you'll end up like me.
I often think I killed my wife too.
Unlike you...
I didn't do it.
But...
I somehow feel responsible.
Did you love her?
Very much.
Just focus on that.
You know?
Some things...
I remember clearly.
Others are just random details.
My wife died in a car accident. I don't know if I told you.
We were in the car.
We were fighting because I'd been suspended again.
We couldn't afford to lose my pay.
She was furious.
She said I had to see someone,
that I had anger-management issues.
She was right.
My colleagues are right, too.
Everyone's right.
But I never ever laid a hand on my wife.
Not once, ever.
Then there's these random, scattered details.
The red light.
The seat belt... She had unfastened her seat belt in order to fight better.
Sometimes...
I can still remember the smells.
The gas.
My wife's blood.
Veronica, honey... Veronica!
Veronica!
It's ten years today.
March 20, 2019.
Ring any bells?
What the fuck are you talking about?
There was this song...
playing really loud...
Cold hands
Holding yours.
White doves of farewell
This is a sad day for me
Today you'll be done with me
And I'm so fragile
- Watch out! - Jesus!
Help!
She died before the ambulance got there.
It was all too sudden. I couldn't see anything.
Are you hurt?
My daughter Carla, she did...
Speaking of whom...
That's her name.
Although Diana wasn't a bad name either.
- She only remembered color and make. - Where are you going?
- Nobody saw us. - That's it.
We looked for it for a long time.
A green convertible.
And...
And a blurred face.
Until one night, just a few days before leaving for Madrid,
where she was going to study Art,
she goes to a party, and guess who she meets?
Bruno Forlan.
Do you like the sea?
Nice, isn't it?
She came home screaming.
She was desperate.
She told me everything. I was confused at first,
I couldn't understand how it could be possible.
Talk to me!
- I found him! - Who?
- The man I... - Calm down. Calm down.
- Calm down. - I saw his face.
Then she had a sort of epiphany.
She realized what she had to...
What we both had to do.
He killed my mom.
God, or the Devil,
was giving us a chance.
Do you have any idea what it meant
for my daughter to spend so much time,
and in such a deep way,
at the side
of her mother's killer?
To fuck him?
A wounded woman harbors the patience of all the saints inside her.
I only have a flash of the actual impact.
She told me to run.
Diana, can you hear me?
As for me...
I had nothing left, and I was ready to do anything.
Rebecca?
After that,
things didn't go so well though.
You thought you had figured out the perfect plan.
Look at us.
- What we achieved. - I'm sorry. I wanted to stop.
I wanted to stop and save her.
Nobody saw us! Let's go.
Come on, come on!
But Rebecca didn't want to.
Rebecca...
Rebecca.
Why didn't you kill me right away?
My wife didn't die right away.
She went through a slow agony.
If you had stopped to help us,
maybe she'd still be alive.
Sometimes,
people have to first...
lose everything, so they can appreciate just what they had.
Hm?
Now that I've taken everything you have,
you have my permission to die.
Goodbye, Forlan.
Sir...