Fog and Crimes (Nebbie e delitti)

FOG AND CRIMES 2

Hurry up! I've got to get ready!

Who's having the eel?

- I am. - Not me.

One, two... Not you two?

Marcon?

No, no.

HAIR SALON

NO SIGN OF STOPPING

Gianna, bring another place setting.

Your husband's on his way.

I've got other things to take care of.

- Good night, Gianna, see you tomorrow. - Night, Marcon.

- Arnaldo... - Let's go see what happened.

Juvara! What are you doing?

Juvara!

Have you lost your mind? What is this, karaoke?

- I thought I was alone. - Turn that off right away.

I was taking a break from work.

Bizet relaxes me.

- Bizet? - Bizet.

Rosie introduced me to it.

- Anything new? - No, nothing new.

There's just that jewel theft at Mrs Cervone's house.

The one that Draghi's taking care of.

At first, they thought it was the maid,

but it turned out she had nothing to do with it.

In my opinion, it was the ex-husband.

- Are you joking? - No.

His wife took him to the cleaners in the divorce.

Maybe he was getting revenge.

Just a hypothesis.

All right, if there's nothing else, I'm going to go.

No, a report came in from Comacchio.

A pedestrian was killed by a hit and run driver.

The traffic cop wants us to go there and have a look.

There's a witness report that needs to be checked out.

What did you tell the cop?

That we would send someone tomorrow.

- Let's go now. - Yes, sir.

How did that Bizet song go?

It was Carmen.

Don't worry about it. Dinner's no big deal.

Why are you getting called in for traffic accidents now?

You know how I am, I wanted to go, it's the principle of it.

Yes, I do know.

It's just that I've been thinking...

- Did you and your friends go for a run? - Yes.

I just got out of the shower.

We could have spent a nice evening together,

and it's too bad

because you're going to miss out on a very nice "dessert."

I have to go. I can't talk because I'm on duty. Bye.

OK, bye.

- Good evening, sir. - Good evening.

I'm sorry it's so late.

Don't worry about it.

Where is the witness?

It's the hairdresser, she's in her salon.

Let's go, Juvara.

Yes, it was foggy, but I have good eyesight.

What did you see?

I saw that car coming and it was going fast.

It must have been going 45, 50 miles per hour.

There is a speed limit in town, I know.

Poor Fabbri was crossing the street and the car didn't even slow down.

In fact, I think that the driver ran him over on purpose!

What makes you say that?

Fabbri tried to get out of the way.

But the driver swerved toward him and hit him straight on.

Are you certain?

I may not know how to drive, but I can see just fine.

What about the licence plate?

Licence plate? Let's not go crazy! I'm not superwoman.

We've questioned everyone, but no one here saw anything.

Right. Where is this guy, Marcon?

- Good evening. - Good evening.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

- Soneri. Pleased to meet you. - Marcon.

You were in the doorway, right?

Yes, I was just leaving.

- Did you see the car go by? - Yes, I already said that, didn't I?

I see here that you are a mechanic, you own a service station.

Do you know what model the car was?

No, am I supposed to notice every car on the street?

- Did you know Fabbri? - Of course I knew him.

I feel bad for that poor woman.

I don't think keeping us all here is going to solve anything.

No, of course not.

- Send everyone home, thank you. - Of course.

You are all done here for tonight.

Thank you for your cooperation. You can all go home.

Where are you going?

I'm going for a run.

How did it go last night?

Humid, foggy.

Come and warm me up, come under the covers.

I have other plans.

Five kilometres

I have to burn at least 200 calories.

Come here. I can help you burn some calories.

Marta's waiting for me.

I can't. I'll see you this evening.

Bye.

There was a weird little swerve.

If he'd wanted to avoid hitting him, he would've gone the other way.

What do you want me to tell you?

We get stories like this all the time on Romea road.

It's a cursed road. But what has it got to do with us anyway?

It could have been premeditated.

The report doesn't prove anything.

It's a valid suspicion, though.

Yes, you could even say interesting, but purely imaginary!

We've got nothing concrete.

Have you found anything on this hit and run driver?

I might be able to find something.

Soneri, I'll just give you a statistic.

You know, 83 percent of hit and run drivers are never identified.

Well, that leaves 17 percent.

Well, that's a nice number anyway.

Anyway, if you find him, let me know.

Good luck, let me know.

- Good morning, Nanetti. - Good morning, Juvara.

Sir, here's the information you were looking for.

Fabbri owned a small construction firm in Ariano, not far from Comacchio.

No prior record, just a few warnings for some building code violations.

His wife, however, has a good head for business.

The restaurant is going full force.

- Anything else? - No.

- Come on, let's go. - Sure.

Soneri, where are you going?

I'm going to make some inquiries about that death on Romea road.

You need to look into that jewel theft as well.

The jewels are worth 1.5 million euros.

I have a theory about that. I'll talk to you about it later.

CLOSED FOR MOURNING

Sir, what should we do?

It's Saturday, we'll find someone out and about.

- Take a look inside. - Yes, sir.

You were right.

There are a few witnesses from yesterday evening inside.

I'll take care of that. I want you to go to the Carabinieri.

Try to get as much as you can on Marcon, the tow truck driver.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Should we get something to drink?

Why not?

Have you learned anything about that awful accident that happened?

Unfortunately not.

Maybe you guys could help me.

Well, there's not much to say.

Arnaldo was a good person.

He owned his own business and money wasn't an issue for him.

He was better off than all the rest of us put together.

He had a nice car, didn't he?

Yes. He got new cars regularly, they were his passion.

Any other passions?

Like everyone else around here, he used to hunt.

Anything else?

He liked women.

But there's nothing wrong with that, right?

That depends.

Fabbri was a good looking guy, a confident guy; everyone liked him.

Poor Gianna, she wasn't cut out for a guy like him.

For Gianna, it was all about the restaurant.

It was more important than her marriage.

While Gianna was busy slaving away, Fabbri was running around with other girls.

It happened. Often.

He always went out of town though, to save her the humiliation.

Sure. And you, how do you know all of this?

We're all women here.

Between shampooing and blow drying, there's no escaping the gossip.

And I'm like a confessor, a vault.

You're going to have divulge some of those secrets this time.

- Do I have to give you names? - I'm afraid so.

Excuse me. I'll be back later.

Did you find out anything about Marcon?

He's considered a good egg.

Even the Carabinieri have good things to say.

This street sees so many accidents that he works day and night.

- And this strikes you as being news? - No, Inspector.

There is something important though.

Yesterday evening, a squad car stopped a car for speeding, about 15 miles away.

They gave the driver a breathalyser and his alcohol level was really high.

Naturally, they took away his licence.

- Is that it? - No.

He is a Romanian. His name is Christian Badescu.

He used to work construction for Fabbri in Ariano,

and he has priors for assault.

I think that's the one.

- Get the car out of here. - All right.

- Good morning. - How can I help you?

- I'm looking for Mr Badescu. - He isn't here, he went out.

Is this his car?

Who are you?

I'm Soneri, from the police.

Can I wait for him inside?

Please, come this way.

- Wait for me here. Keep your eyes open. - Sure.

Wake up!

- Would you like to sit down? - No, thank you.