Zen

Stop!

- Help! Help! - Is he still alive?

Oh, yes.

Cut the engine and get out of the car, please.

Good morning, Judge Bertolini.

- How are you? - What do you want?

Oh, you don't remember me.

But then you must send a lot of innocent people to prison,

and I suppose after a while we all just blur into one.

Tito Spadola.

S-P-A-D-O-L-A.

22nd of January, 1994.

Milan Central Court.

Life imprisonment for murder.

Anything? Vaguely?

- I remember. - Oh, good.

Because it's important you know why I'm going to kill you.

- No, please, please... - I told you to your face

I didn't kill that kid, but you didn't believe me.

I told you the cops fixed the evidence, but you just looked at your watch.

I told you the witnesses were lying on the stand, you just smiled.

You stole my whole life and thought it was funny.

- Well, now I'm taking yours in return. - For God's sake, I beg you.

But please, don't feel persecuted.

I'll be seeing Arcuti tomorrow and Zen the day after.

Say hello from Tito Spadola.

Papa!

Ah, come on, Aurelio. You know it's always on the house.

See you tomorrow.

- Miss Moretti. - Hi, Detective.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Tania.

- Aurelio. - Hello, Giorgio.

- How was your weekend? - Great, thanks.

- How was yours? - Hey, boys, boys.

Listen, Moscati's new secretary,

- Tania Moretti. - Yeah, what about her?

All the boys in the murder squad are putting in €20 each,

and the first one to bed her gets the lot.

If you fancy your chances, I'm holding the pot.

Alternatively, I'll give you odds on anyone in the building.

- Isn't she married? - That's what I heard, yeah.

Boys, 80% of extramarital affairs start in the workplace.

Only fair to warn you that Vincenzo Fabri's in.

And as you know, his record with the girls here is second to none.

Despite being married.

I heard a rumour she's sleeping with him already.

Fabri?

Really?

I'll bet you Romizi knows as well and that's why he's taking bets.

Aurelio!

Now, you can get your arse off that desk and I don't care who your uncle is.

I need a car.

- What's up? - Phone call from the Ministry.

- He's not happy. - Thanks.

We've been summoned by the Ministry.

Your pre-trial review of the Faso investigation,

the Minister wants to hear it for himself.

- What? - You'd better be finished.

- More or less. - ''More or less''? Dear God.

I hope you found the police work down in Abruzzo was perfect in every respect.

- Um... - What does that mean, ''um''?

Look, they got the guy and, um, he confessed.

But between you and me, it was a bit, um...

- slothful. - Slothful?

Negligent. Lax.

Naturally, there's no mention of any of this in your review.

Well, like I said, you know, they got the guy.

Well, I don't like this. There's something going on.

They're just dying for a reason to cut our budget this year.

Don't give them one.

Now, you're watching a tape of billionaire construction magnate

Oscar Faso, in the living room of his mountain retreat in Abruzzo.

Seems Faso was in the habit of secretly recording

all his assignations with women.

In this case, two prostitutes from Naples.

Now, the video clearly shows the killing of Faso and the girls

but not who killed them.

Now, this next shot is from the security cameras

which cover the outside of the property.

This is Renato Favelloni,

the only other guest that evening.

And the man who later confessed to the killings,

leaving the building some 60 seconds later.

Now, miraculously, despite the fact that he was covered in blood,

only half-dressed and out of his mind on drugs,

Favelloni managed to get clean away, triggering as he went

the exterior security system which was primed at the time.

Now, Favelloni was Faso's business partner,

but subsequent investigations revealed that they had argued about money

just prior to the murder.

His wife then testified to the police

that he had in fact talked of killing Faso.

After a lengthy interrogation, he finally confessed

and is now awaiting trial next month.

Any questions?

So, in fact, all the evidence is circumstantial?

There is no actual proof that Favelloni is the killer?

Well, yes, but Faso had

a state-of-the-art video security system.

Nobody left the property

before Favelloni exited directly after the murders.

In fact, there are no other possible suspects.

But I remember reading about some Russian.

A Ukrainian estate worker, Avel Vasko.

But at the time of the killings, he was in a bar

with the local policeman.

We call that an alibi.

Yet we understand there were some anomalies in the case.

- Anomalies? - Yes, inconsistencies.

- Exceptional circumstances. - Yes.

The killings were carried out with one of Faso's own hunting rifles,

which, despite repeated searches of the house and grounds,

has not been found.

Secondly, a set of fingerprints have been identified

on the key to the gun cupboard.

And these fingerprints have not been identified or accounted for.

So, in your professional opinion, Detective,

has this investigation been thoroughly and competently carried out?

Thoroughly and competently, uh, carried out?

Um...

Obviously it wasn't... It wasn't my case.

I wasn't on the original case but...

Viewing it from a distance, from a considerable distance...

I think it's important, sir, to remember that Mr Favelloni

has confessed to these murders.

Thank you, Detective.

I see your reputation for scrupulous integrity is well-deserved.

Thank you.

What did he mean my reputation for scrupulous integrity?

I know, a vicious smear.

They've obviously done their homework on you, though.

Question is why?

- Dear God, I need a cigarette. - You've given up.

I'll have one for you.

Can I scrounge one of those off you? Left mine inside.

- Sure. - Thanks.

- That'll do, thank you. - Let me...

Did you hear I'm sleeping with Vincenzo Fabri?

Uh, yeah, I did hear something about that.

Well, I'm not.

- No? - Of course not! He's horrible.

Yes. Yes, he is horrible.

Detective.

I want to ask you a favour.

Yeah, of course.

- But you don't know what it is yet. - Doesn't matter.

I want you to call my flat tonight.

My husband will answer the phone.

When he does I want you to tell him

I have to come back to work for some reason.

Will you do that for me?

Yeah, all right.

It has to be someone from work and I...

I don't know who else I could trust.

No, that's fine.

- I have a difficult situation at home. - I understand.

- Thank you, Detective. - Aurelio.

My name's Aurelio.

I know.

Early this morning, a high court judge was brutally murdered

on his way to Milan Central Court.

Judge Corrado Bertolini was shot six times.

Police have stated there is no apparent motive for the killing.

In Milan today, a big demonstration against...

What's that about?

Some judge up north. Bertolini? Something like that.

Six blasts at short range.

- They had to identify him by his watch. - Never heard of him.

He was a nobody on the verge of retirement.

No public profile. They can't figure out a motive.

Well, it's not our problem.

What did the Minister want?

- Where'd you hear about that? - In the toilet.

Well, if you hear anything else, do let me know.

This is insane. We can 't possibly trust this man Zen.

Of course not, but in so many ways he's perfect.

Naturally, if it all goes wrong, he's quite disposable.

It's time to be strong and decisive.

This whole thing is risky, despicable and wrong.

I want nothing to do with it.

I understand completely.

Hi.

How are you today?

Neither Luca nor Tania can take your call right now.

Please lea ve a message after the tone.

My name is Zen, rank of detective, phoning from the police headquarters.

This is a message for Tania Moretti.

All support staff are requested to return to the office

as soon as possible to work on the Bertolini murder.

It is 8:25 p. m. and my extension is 9532.

Thank you very much for your time. Goodbye.

Tania.

Detective! What are you doing here?

Sorry, when you didn't answer the phone, I...

I got worried. Just as a colleague, obviously.

That's very sweet but there was no need.

Good. Okay. Um...

Seeing as I'm here, you don't need a lift or anything?