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Good evening doctor.

- How are we doing? - More on special indemnities.

But I have an idea... Do you have a minute?

Alberto, let's get out of this impasse.

How about a spin-off...

...and exclude the Canadians from the operation.

- With unchanged price? - Yes.

As for the indemnity clause...

...we accept your cap...

...but with a gradual reduction of the maximum amount annually.

With reps and warranties?

Let's eliminate fiscal, environmental and penalty responsibilities...

...if included in 231.

Is this an acceptable compromise?

Yes, but must it be tonight? I've been at it for 12 hours.

They leave tomorrow morning. Come on, let's have fun.

- Who is there besides De Groot? - His partner, Van Der Meer.

The company they chose looks good.

I contacted one of the two partners. The price is good.

-But? -There's the problem of the other partner. The brother.

They hate each other. Don't speak. We need to know how to handle it.

How about 2 separate negotiations. Each for 50 per cent?

- You're joking? - Not really.

Camilla, you're crazy... Just think about the indemnities.

If they don't speak to each other, it'd be a total mess.

Sorry, but if they won't sit down at the same table, what do we do?

Everything must be done to make them sit.

Tell Dennis to check cross references, ok?

Are we to wait for you?

Yes, as soon as I finish, I'll be back to you.

Ciao.

We can only shout to him directly...

...on your behalf.

Of course, without telling him, we've already spoken with his brother.

I can get on with his accountants.

So far we're going over this already...

What if it becomes a bidding war between them?

Can't remember if we managed to finally get an agreement on a single thing...

...in over 10 years.

Then how about...

...we consider two separate negotiations...

Each of 50 percent...

Two offers and two separate contracts.

You really think it's feasible?

Yeas, absolutely.

Two negotiations in parallel, and we play close to the vest.

What do you think?

We've done something like that before. Right?

Yeah, sure. Sounds like a great idea.

If she says yes, you can trust her.

With our Camilla taking care of everything...

...you have nothing to worry about.

- Really? - Absolutely.

As we say in Italy, you are in a "botte di fero".

Which is an "iron barrel".

Iron barrel? Is that right?!

Okay... let's have a toast.

Why are you looking pissed off?

Do you need to ask?

Aren't you happy? Your idea won.

You realise that it's not what you do that get's you there.

I played the right card at the right time.

They trust me and we closed the deal. -Certain.

Sure.

"Our Camilla will take care of everything."

"You are in an iron barrel"

You think I'm your little "assistant"?

Nonsense! I sold your idea, not a night in your bed.

Fuck you.

Camilla, no offence, but you have a shitty character.

And you wonder why you didn't become a partner.

- Stop, I'll get off here. - Don't be silly!

Stop, please... Stop!

Where are you going? Come back here!

Silly bitch!

Ready? Lisa, I'm coming. Yes, ten minutes.

Ma'am, don't move. How are you?

- It's nothing, it just my arm hurts. - I'll call an ambulance.

- So, is it broken? - It's nothing.

Are you sure?

- Are there just the two of you left? - Giulio left at 3 o'clock.

We didn't reach an agreement on the timing of the CPS.

- Back at 7.30 with Suardi. - You postponed, good.

He wants the spin-off to be registered in Canada, before closing.

- OK, print the drafts of the contract for me. -They're already on the table.

...with some attachments.

Sure you don't want to go back home?

- No, let's finish first. - Okay.

- Please... - Thank you.

- Good morning everyone. - Good morning.

Good morning.

- Everything OK? - Yes thanks.

- What happened to your arm? - Nothing, a stupid fall.

- Coffee? - Thank you, gladly.

I'll come with you.

I have a plane at 2pm, and I can't miss it.

Today?

Counsellor, I see you in great shape, despite everything.

There's nothing better than a signing to cheer yourself up.

I leaned back for a second and I collapsed.

You almost look gentle when you sleep.

It's the little lamb in me.

What did you do to your arm?

Last night, two idiots on a scooter drove at me.

Why didn't you tell me? You could have called me!

Yeah?

So you'd run to the hospital in the middle of the night?

Silly! I'd have brought you flowers, chocolates.

- Of course! - And the hot water bottle.

It's from a landline.

Hello?

Milan Police Headquarters. Are you Camilla Corti?

Yes I am.

I wanted to inform you that the boy he died following the accident.

We just received word from the hospital.

But how?

We need to ask you some questions.

It's a formality, a few minutes.

But I've already said it all in hospital.

Can you come by tomorrow morning?

No, I really can't tomorrow morning.

Tonight?

What time tonight?

At 9pm.

Alright then.

I'll wait for you at the police station.

Yes, goodbye.

- He's dead. - Who?

One of the two on the scooter.

Fuck. I didn't understand it was such a serious thing.

Me neither. I just saw when they loaded him into the ambulance.

- They want to hear from me again. - When?

At 9. They wanted tomorrow, but I just can't.

Damn it.

At least it'll be all sorted. Sorry I can't come with you.

- What a day. - Calm down, it'll be a routine thing.

Fancy a glass of wine? I've got a bottle.

- Yes? - All right.

Inspector.

- Please... - Good evening.

- Camilla Corti. - Pleasure. Come in.

We have acquired the report from colleagues.

- We just need some clarifications. - Yes.

"She said that there were two of them on the scooter...

...and that, when she was down, one shouted something in Arabic."

Yes, but I'm not sure... I don't know Arabic.

Can you think of anything else? We don't know about the license plate...

Maybe the model of the vehicle, the colour.

No, it all happened very quickly.

It was raining, I was crossing...

I barely had time to notice the scooter.

Then I found myself lying on the road.

You crossed with the green light?

Yes, it was green.

There was someone else other than the person who rescued you?

- A vehicle, a passer-by? - No, I didn't see anyone.

Well. Now I'll just ask you to put a signature.

That's all?

As you were told, it was a formality.

Have you heard from relatives?

No, we haven't identified him.

He had no ID with him.

For any communications to you...

...the address you provided in hospital is fine?

What communications?

We'll open a file on persons unknown. It's the practice.

Here, bottom left. Here's the pen.

You're sure he's dead because of the accident?

For that we have to wait for the autopsy results from the morgue.

Adele...

Adele...

- Ah, you're here. - Yes, but I'm going out.

What did you do to your arm?

Nothing, an accident.

When?

Yesterday, crossing the street. A scooter hit me.

Golly! Is it broken?

No, I have to keep this for two weeks, then they put me in a brace.

My earphones...

- Are you going out with Paolo? - No, with friends.

Sorry, but I'm late.

Are you sleeping here or at your father's?

I don't know.

Ciao!

Hi, darling, how are you?

Fine. I didn't expect to hear from you at this hour.

Where are you?

In the garage. How did it go at the police station?

It was quick, luckily.

Only...

They asked me if the traffic light was green and I don't know.

I told them it was green.

You did well. If it had been red, you would remember.

Think so?

Could be right.

He was foreign, no ID. They don't know who he is.

He must have been an illegal. At least no risk of complaints.

Get a good sleep and don't think about it.

Rest. I'll call you tomorrow.

Good night.