Rocco Schiavone

This is Luigi!

Amedeo, over.

We're done up here. Go back to town.

Ok, so I don't go by the slope?

No, take the Crest shortcut, the slope's already groomed.

Got it.

What the fuck?

What the fuck was that?

What is it, Italo?

- A problem over at Champoluc. - Where's Champoluc?

- Up in the Ayas Valley. - What's the Ayas Valley?

The valley above Verres.

What happened?

A body was found a couple of hours ago.

A body. Ok, pick me up at home.

But don't ring the bell.

You going home?

What happened?

Tenth-level ballbuster, that's what happened.

And that means...?

Nothing, it's just work, Nora.

But...

- You could be a bit nicer. - No, I cannot be nicer.

It's snowing and I'm headed deep into the mountain.

See you later then?

Don't know.

- I'll do my best. - I'll be waiting for you.

Hello, darling.

What happened?

Nothing, I have to go on a mountain hike.

A terrible place.

Champoluc.

So cold. I bet they got wolves.

And polar bears.

Do you think this will help?

Seriously, those shoes again?

There we are.

If it's snowing here, what's it like at how many meters?

One thousand 500.

One thousand 500 meters...

What does a man do at 1,500 meters, Italo?

Ski?

- This is an eight-level ballbuster. - Because there's how many levels?

Ten.

Sixth level, for instance...

Shopping, paying the rent.

Seventh level, that's...

malls...

and accountants.

Eighth level: holding a speech, reporting to the prosecutor.

Ninth: closed tobacco shops...

and being on duty with colleagues who don't wash.

And the tenth?

Tenth, there's only one:

having to deal with murder.

That's a tenth-level ballbuster.

Come in!

The owner made a 113 call.

We don't know exactly why.

He'll take us.

Geez, it's cold.

- Are you up for this? - Hands off, will you?

- Pair of boots might be an idea. - Come on!

You'll never see dinghies like that on me.

Let's go!

- Evening! - Evening.

Foot on the chains, right hand on the mirror mount.

Ok.

- Luigi Bionaz, first snowcat operator. - Nice to meet you.

- It won't capsize on us, will it? - Not exactly my first time.

Good evening, Dottore.

Hello.

Casella and I taped it off.

- What's that? - Gunelli's cat. He found the body.

What are you looking for?

Casella, are you peeing all over the crime scene?

I couldn't hold it anymore. My prostate, like I told you.

- Besides, he wasn't butchered right here. - Fuck off. Italo, say something!

- I didn't see him. - I'll show you what we've got.

For fuck's sake! Gross.

Dottore?

- I'll hang back, if you don't mind. - Whatever, stay here.

- Dottore! - Can you believe this?

One pissing on my crime scene, another can't stand seeing a corpse.

- What is this? - Downs. From his jacket.

Can't do much for you here. Gotta take him down for autopsy.

It's brass monkeys out here and I've had enough of this shit.

I'll go down and have a hot drink.

It's a 'he', so much I'll say.

After all that studying this is all you can say?

It's a 'he'. Approximately forty years old, that's his watch.

It stopped at five past seven.

Not necessarily the time of death though.

Could've stopped for other reasons.

I think it stopped when the snowcat rolled over him.

Some criminal instinct you got there. No ID on him.

- You know what, Schiavone? - Tell me, Fumagalli.

- See? - What the fuck?

Blood freezes at zero degrees.

It's minus 15. The guy hasn't Beed dead long.

Cold blood, hot death.

Alberto.

Why wasn't he wearing gloves?

Get your brain working on it.

- I'll make a note of it. - You do just that.

They're coming.

Let's get out of here, they're a pain in the ass.

The Martians are here. I almost fell over.

We contaminated evidence at the crime scene.

So what have we got?

- You the prosecutor? - No, his grandma.

- Male, about 40. - Who? No ID?

No, nothing.

Tell me exactly what we've got, I've had enough of this shit!

A snowcat went over him and mangled him.

Head crushed flat, brain matter loss...

One arm, severed, one meter away from the body.

Enough! You having fun?

I thought you wanted details.

Homicide?

Probably. With my luck, I'm guessing definitely.

- Can I give you some advice? - Yes.

Working up here dressed like that you'll get foot gangrene and amputation.

I know you, Schiavone. I've heard a lot about you.

I'm warning you, don't fuck up!

- I never fuck up. - I've heard something different.

Was that Baldi?

- That guy is a nutjob. - I figured.

What level is dealing with a crazy prosecutor?

Eighth, at least.

That's the best way to get frostbite.

Tomorrow first thing, you go buy some decent shoes.

Or else you might as well pre-book the O.R. for amputation.

I hate decent shoes.

- But those shoes are done. - I've got more.

Wake up, bro!

- Sebastiano. - Hey. How are you doing?

Long time no hear, what have you been up to?

- You don't want to know. - How's everything in Rome?

We're going to win the championship again.

Listen, I'm coming to visit.

Great!

- When? - Tomorrow evening.

I'll be on the five pm train. Can you make it?

Of course I can make it.

- Wrap up well, it's cold here. - Yes, Daddy.

- What's this about visiting him? - Some sweet business.

- Don't go making his life any harder. - Take it easy, he can't wait.

I think we've got it.

There. Nice.

Makes a great waistline.

What do you think?

I like it, Nora, really.

And you?

I'm not sure. Doesn't it make me look fat?

- But a wedding dress always... - Hello.

Let's hear what a man thinks about it.

It looks fantastic. Hi there.

Excuse me. I'll be right back.

I like this one better.

Not sure. What do you think?

No idea, I just pin them.

Will I see you tonight?

I can't.

Got plans. Unpostponable.

So that's why you came by? You have other plans tonight?

See you.

- How do you like this one? - The other one was better. See you.

Dottore!

- What? - Dottore.

The chief called. You have to talk to the reporters.

What happened to you, Deruta?

- What happened? - Dunno.

You're soaking. Took a dip in an oil tank?

I don't know, I...

- Don't you wash? - Of course I do.

- But you don't dry off? - I do.

I had to help my wife out at the bakery before work.

Listen, I'm going to my office

and I can't be disturbed under any circumstances.

- All clear. Crystal clear. - Great.

D'Intino, I was just looking for you! We've got an unidentified corpse.

Check for missing persons reports.

- I don't understand. - What do you mean?

- What's this about? - A body. Unidentified.

Check if anyone has gone missing this month, ok?

- What's his name? - Whose name?

The missing person.

Would I be asking if I knew, D'Intino?

Come on! Are you kidding me? No one knows who this missing person is?

- Where are you from? - Abruzzo, I'm strong and good!

Don't you know any minister or priest who could take you back there?

- Antonio, he's a sexton in... - I don't think a sexton would do.

Why do you walk around with a gun? You're the only one who does that here.

Always keep a watchful eye, Dottore. There's ISIS, Al Qaeda...

Fuck off!

Hand that thing over!

- Can you believe where they sent me? - Where?

Aosta.

- Holy shit. - Not so bad. Ocean and all.