The Last Prosecco (Finchè c'è prosecco c'è speranza)

My grandfather always told me,

one day, when this land belongs to you,

remember that you will also belong to it.

Back then, I didn't understand what he meant.

But now I do.

He owned 40 hectares of land,

and every year he chose one hectare

and instructed the farmers to let it lie fallow.

Why?

So not to overdo it.

To ask things for a little bit less than what they could give.

There are those responsible for all things that are wrong,

and one mustn't be afraid to hate.

It's simple, he's slow.

-Come on! -He is slow!

He should be delighted even to have a contract.

I've seen him play live, he's strong. A great first touch.

Name one slow football player who did anything in the last 20 years.

Roberto Baggio!

He wouldn't even play in the 2nd division today!

-Not even in the 2nd division! -Give over!

Someone like Baggio would be doing tricks at the traffic lights.

Like that African guy in Pontebbana!

It's a question of physique. He should stay at home, end of story!

It's all physique and pills.

Good evening, Speggiorin!

-I see you're in good company! -Here too!

Mr Belendi!

Doctor Sartori.

I won't invite you to sit down, as I presume you wouldn't accept.

That's right!

How are your studies going?

I've already learnt everything about you, Speggiorin.

Keep studying!

Maybe you'll understand how the world works!

Don't worry, you'll understand soon enough too.

I promise you that!

-Did you get a good look at his face? -Yes.

-Are you sure? -Yes, don't worry!

Horrible people!

THE PROSECCO MURDERS

DRANK WITH THE DEAREST BRETHREN

DRANK WITH THE VENETIAN GIRL

JUST DRANK

-Are you afraid? -No.

Me neither.

B.B. King.

B.B. King!

There he is!

Come on, in you go.

Up!

Goodbye, boy.

Goodbye.

Thank you.

No, thank you.

It's all right.

Adele, where did this relic come from?

Goodnight, Count.

-Goodnight. -Do you want breakfast in the morning?

There's no need, thank you.

Thanks for everything, Adele.

Fuck you!

Bastards!

DRANK...

Goodnight, Matteo...

IN MEMORY OF...

"Drunk on the last day of the battle."

-Finished? -Yes, Inspector.

Okay, you can have the body taken away.

The coroner has to come first.

Really?

All right, then let's wait.

It looks like suicide. Theatrical, but suicide nonetheless.

Let's wait for the autopsy results,

but there was an empty bottle of sleeping pills beside him,

some pills on the ground.

Motive?

We don't know.

What should I do?

Nothing. Write out a report and that's it.

-He knew the motive! -All right.

It's your first death, isn't it?

No, I've seen quite a few over the years.

Of course, but this one is in your hands!

It's your responsibility.

Just be careful not to make any mistakes, that's all!

Why, have I done something wrong?

No, I was just warning you.

Stucky.

-Are you married? Kids? -No.

-Anyone to take care of at home? -No!

Well then, since you got a raise, why not buy yourself something new?

Nice turtle neck.

...an important wine producer in the area.

His body was found in the small cemetery of Col San Giusto.

He was well respected,

but also known for his surly and uncompromising character.

The cause of death is still unknown.

We hear that it may have been suicide,

however that has neither been confirmed nor denied by the police.

Hi, what kind of dog is it? A maremma?

Yes.

And what's that, a lizard?

No, it's a gecko.

And what kind of girl are you? A princess?

Nice to meet you, I'm Alvise. Can I buy you a drink?

Alvise, turn around and disappear or I'll break your legs!

Jesus!

Trust me, I'll find a way and I'll break your legs.

He loved women and food.

He spent his evenings in front of the fireplace.

He was full of passion for life and for wine.

A man like that doesn't kill himself, Mr Policeman.

He swallowed down a whole bottle of sleeping pills.

And why did he do it?

I don't know. He was old, no children.

-Maybe he was depressed. -Depressed my foot!

You've no idea of the wine he produced. Actually, wait a second...

Have a taste of this.

In fact, read it.

"Red Ribbon."

Behind.

"This wine was produced according to the rules given to us by the land.

We don't use alien yeast..." Alien?

Yeah. Continue.

"We don't use chemical pesticides or stressful farming methods.

We don't try to cheat our land

and we don't ask from it more than it can give us."

-So? -A serious man, Stucky!

One like that doesn't kill himself.

What's that got to do with it?

Hemingway killed himself and he was no fool either!

I knew the Count well, he had his head well screwed on.

Why don't you investigate?

Nice.

You've never understood Prosecco, Stucky!

No, it has a...

It's a great Prosecco, that's what it is!

Cheers!

Koresh!

I know what you're thinking.

It doesn't have turmeric, like your mother used to make it.

Set the table.

First, your hands!

Fuck!

It's better there, don't you think? More space!

Uncle, you don't need to do so much around here.

This?

Where did it come from?

From your father's room.

What did I tell you? Don't touch my father's room!

This goes back to where it came from!

As you wish.

Did you see the announcement I left on the table this morning?

The usual scam.

Are you looking for a house or not?

Not yet, I still have to sell the last lot of carpets.

All right, as you prefer.

But remember, you can't stay here forever.

Have you found yourself a woman?

No. Because you're a guest here!

You don't move the furniture about, you don't throw my things out,

and you don't invite people over without telling me first.

And you don't tell me when to wash my hands.

I'm your mother's brother,

not just some blow-in.

And you need a father figure!

It's not enough just being older to be a father figure!

I'll bring a green and blue Tabriz 60 Raj,

and we can put it there!

-You're still at it? -I have one!

-Here, give me your plate. -All right, let's eat.

Are you winning?

How's the game going?

-Bad! -What do you mean, "bad"?

You always win!

Not against this bastard!

-Olaf. -Who's he?

A Norwegian. He always wins.

He claims to be 13 years old. Damn him!

Put more pressure on this knight.

Please, uncle, this is my game. Thank you.

It's not enough just being older to win at chess!

Does it annoy you if I sit on the sofa?

No, uncle.

Why don't we sort your father's room out?

I already told you it's not to be touched.

It's been like that for 30 years.

Mamma wanted it left like that, and it's being left like that!

Your mother is no longer here either.

I had realised that, uncle.

Thanks for the suggestion, anyway.

Hello.

This is Zanella, the coroner, good evening, Inspector.

Good evening, what is it?

I have the information you wanted regarding Desiderio Ancillotto's death.

Go ahead.

He had something much worse than sleeping pills.

-Such as? -A tumour in the stomach.

Unfortunately, in an advanced stage.