Security

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!

Help!

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.