(dark orchestral music) (Maria screams) (Maria screams) (Maria pants) (Maria screams) (Maria screams) (gentle orchestral music) (owl hoots) (twig snaps)
(wings flap) - You hear that? (Daniel whimpers)
(suspenseful orchestral music) - Hey! (dark orchestral music) (blood squelches) (witness screams) (knocks on door)
- Police. Open up. - Do you have any
idea what time it is? What's going on?
- Is your nephew home? - In, in his room. - Down the hallway.
Third door on the left. - Why are you looking
for Daniel, huh? - I think it's best
if you sit down. It's about your daughter. - Maria? (suspenseful orchestral music) (gun cocks) (door clunks) - Open the door, Daniel. (door rattles)
I said open the door! (door thuds) Get up. Get up! (Daniel groans) Maria was your cousin, damn it. (Daniel groans) - I did... (coughs) (Daniel groans)
(cuffs clink) (Bruno sniffles) (footsteps approach)
(dark orchestral music) - Uncle Bruno. - You bastard! What did you to her? (screams) Let me go! - [Reporter] In just hours,
police in southern Italy have apparently solved the case
of teenager Maria Silvestri, who was brutally murdered
in a park last night after attending a party. All evidence points to the
victim's American cousin, 19-year-old Daniel Crawford. According to Chief
Inspector Michele Ruggeri, Crawford, who'd been
staying with the Silvestris, had reportedly developed a
morbid interest in Maria. When Crawford was brought in, police were hard put to keep
a lynch-minded crowd at bay. The youth is
presently undergoing- - All right, Jane,
just stop it here. (Eleanor sighs) All right. Let's start with the guy
throwing the rock at him. Then cut to the doctor
discussing the symptoms still plaguing him a year later. The memory disturbances,
attention span deficit, reoccurring headaches. And remember, we're not
trying to retry him. Just show the facts. - All right. - Guido. Any news
from the warden? - It's a bureaucratic nightmare. Yes, but we'll see. Maybe. Honestly, in 10
years of organizing, I've never seen
anything like it. - Well, we knew there'd
be stonewalling. - Yes, but sooner or later, they're gonna have to
let you talk with Daniel. I mean, you're Eleanor Clarke. Half the world
watches your reports. And the other half? Well,
they don't have TVs. (Eleanor chuckles) - All right. Well, I've kept
you guys well past overtime. - No problem.
- So, let's call it a night? - I'll call your driver. Make sure he's waiting
outside for you. - Thank you.
- Right. - [Eleanor] Bye. - See you tomorrow.
- Bright and early. (door closes) (gate bleeps rhythmically) (thunder rumbles) - You're home.
- Thank you. (car door slams) - Can I help you? - Can you get the door, please? - Yeah. Okay. So, uh... (chuckles) I can't find my keys. - Okay, hold these.
- All right. (keys clink) (thunder rumbles) (door opens) (switch clicks) (keys clink) (door closes) - Right. I'll put
these right here. - Thanks, Luciano.
See you tomorrow. - [Luciano] Mm-hm. (cat meows) - (gasps) Hi, Smoochie. Hi! Aww. Is somebody hungry, huh? Yeah! Give mommy a second. I'll
make you some food, okay? Okay. (distant dogs bark) (eerie orchestral music) (ominous tones)
(distant water splashes) (knife scrapes) (eerie orchestral
music continues) (muffled rattling) Smoochie! (eerie orchestral
music continues) Smoochie? Smoochie! Smoochie? (Eleanor screams) (bowl clatters) (phone camera clicks) (Eleanor sighs) - You should consider
yourself lucky that you didn't get
attacked, Mrs. Clarke. - He only wanted
to frighten her. - Do you live alone? - Yes. - Michele! - Yeah. - There. That's
where they broke in. - Hm. Do you have a burglar
alarm, Mrs. Clarke? - Not that I know of. The production company
rented the place for me. I live in LA and I just moved
here a couple weeks ago. - Oh, we know why. - Excuse me? - Well, if someone
pokes a hornet's nest, they shouldn't complain
when they get stung. - Are you insinuating that
I brought this on myself? - All right, Renzo.
Knock it off. Inspector Farina
here is very close to Maria Silvestri's father. And, well, the word
on the street is that your report is gonna be, shall we say, sympathetic
to her killer? - My report will tell the truth. - As far as I know, Daniel Crawford was found
guilty and sentenced, right? - Do you really wanna get into
this right now, Inspector? - No. No, I don't. I'm sorry. I'm gonna leave a couple
of guys outside your house, just for tonight. - That won't be necessary.
- Oh, yes it will. In case you hadn't
noticed, Mrs. Clarke, you're not the most popular
lady in town right now. I'll see myself out. (eerie orchestral music) (door opens) (door closes) (traffic hums)
(birds chirp) (ominous orchestral music) (car door slams) (Eleanor sighs) - My God, that must
have been terrible! Everything's fine, Jane. Really. - No, it isn't, and you know it! - I have no intentions of
letting them scare me off. At least, not if I can help it. Come on.
(Jane sighs) - [Jane] We'd be lost if
anything ever happened to you. - No, it's fine. It's
just been crazy, you know? This whole morning. - Are you sure you're okay?
- Yeah. - What did the cops say? Do they have any
idea who could have- - I appreciate your
concern, Tommy, but what did you say we
just get back to work? - Okay.
- Is Guido here yet? - I'll call him right now. - See you later, honey.
- Hey, babe. - I'll start loading
up the camera gear. - Yeah. - [Tommy] Hey, Guido! Eleanor's here. She wants you. - God, I still can't believe it. - [Eleanor] Don't
think about it. - You looking for me?
- Hey. - [Guido] Tell you
if I can swing him, I'm gonna put in for a bonus. So, Tommy said you
were looking for me? - Yeah. I wanted to see how
the interviews were lining up. - Sure. Just come to my office. - Yeah. - At the moment-
- Eleanor Clarke? (door closes) (chuckles) That
was way too easy. (Eleanor gasps) - You son of a... - Stay still. I'm not gonna hurt him. - What's going on here? - Mr. Meyer. Take it easy, huh? - Ventura? - You know him? - Yes. Am I wrong or are you early? - I just wanted to
run a field test. And from a security
point of view, this place is a nightmare. I could have already
shot her twice, and been halfway home by now. - Will someone explain to me
what the hell is going on? - Last night, after the
break in at your house, I called Mr. Ventura. He lives in Rome, but he's
originally from around here, and he's one of the most
respected people in his field. - And what field is that? - Mr. Meyer hired me to
cover your ass, madam. - Mr. Marco Ventura
is a bodyguard. - What? (Eleanor scoffs) Don't you think we should
have talked about this before- - No, because someone
as stubborn as you
would've refused. - That is not true.
- Are you sure about that? (Eleanor chuckles) - Do me a favor, Nick. Tell
this guy to go to hell. - Okay, the security camera on
the east side is out of order and the back door can be
opened with a toothpick. (Marco chuckles) - Hey, by the way. There is a paparazzi with
a lens bigger than bazooka on the building across
the street, so... Lovely meeting you all. (door closes) (Eleanor sighs) (footsteps clack) - Mr. Ventura. Wait. - Are you really as good as
Mr. Meyer thinks you are? - No. Much better. (Eleanor chuckles) - Okay. - Okay. Shall we go, then? - Where?
- To your house. I need to see how they got in. - Oh, no. I'm scheduled
to shoot today. - Meyer told me your
crew can handle it. Just a couple of hours.
That's all I'm asking. Come on. Let's go. - Anyone who knows Daniel describes him as having
an emotional disorder. And on top of that, his
hair, his nails, his clothes, they all make him look guilty. He was the perfect patsy. - From what I heard, he didn't
even try to defend himself. - Well, maybe
because he couldn't. I mean, after he was assaulted
outside of the courthouse, his memory was compromised. He can't remember what
happened to him that night. - And so now you intend to? - Do my job. Which is to figure out in a
report what really happened. And obviously that's
pissing someone off. - Any idea who? - If I knew, I would've
told those two gentlemen who came to see me yesterday. - Inspector Ruggeri and Farina
are good friends of mine. - Why am I not surprised? Where's my driver? - Forget him. I'll drive us. (moody rock music) - With this? - Yeah, the Rolls
at the mechanics. Problem? (Eleanor grunts) (door creaks)
(car starts) (Eleanor sighs) (car door slams) (engine revs) (horn honks) - By the way, how did you
manage to get past security? - I said I was a
union inspector. - This photo's not you. - No one looks a pictures. (horn honks) Thank you! (engine revs) (tires screech)
(suspenseful music) Who the hell is this guy? - Bruno Silvestri.
Maria's father. - Ms. Clarke! Here we go. Hey, hey.
- No. I'll do it. (suspenseful music continues) - Mr. Silvestri,
I'm Eleanor Clarke. - When they took him away, Daniel was covered
in my girl's blood. - I know that you think
I'm here to defend him- - You can't wash
that blood away. And you have no right to try. - He's trying to
put it behind him. And I'm not making that easier. (brooding orchestral music) (car door slams) (car door slams) - Where's the writing?
- I had it cleaned. - Ah. - If you wanna see, your
friends took plenty of photos. - Hm. Okay. Okay. It rained yesterday. - It did. - If he came in this way,
there should be footprints. Did you clean them up, too? - No. (Marco sighs) - Okay. Okay. Whoever it was, forced
the door from the inside. - [Eleanor] What? - He wanted to conceal the fact that it came in
from the front door, and considering there
are no signs of break-in, he used a key. So, who has one? - Well, I do, obviously, and
my driver, Luciano Petrarca. Oh, you know, as
a matter of fact, he couldn't find
his key last night. - Huh. Can I talk to him? - Well, if you hadn't
insisted on taking your car, he'd already be here. (Marco chuckles) Yeah. All right, I'll call him. - Thank you. Nice view. The sea. - [Luciano] I had nothing
to do with it, I swear. - So, where are the keys then? - I don't know. I looked
for them everywhere. - Wait, how would
the intruder know that Luciano had
his own set of keys? - He was probably watching you. Sorry, but until we
know what happened here, it's best you don't work
for Mrs. Clarke for now. (Eleanor sighs) - I don't think
that'll be necessary. - If I have to protect
you, I call the shots. (Eleanor sighs) - I think he was
telling the truth. - Mm-hm. Is there an internet
connection here? - [Friend] So, Iron Man,
what's it like being back home? - Oh, you know, home is home,
but I'm ready to get back. - And how's this new
American client of ours? - Do you remember that job
we did for Penelope Cruz? - [Friend] Best three
weeks of my life. - Yeah. The exact opposite. (Gabriel laughs)
(door closes) - Here. I'm sending you the
files you requested about her. - Great. And, um... Dig up all you can on the
driver, Luciano Petrarca. - Consider it done, after lunch. - Great. Keep it
coming, partner. - Yeah, I'll meet you there. Can we go now? - No. First, I have to change
the locks and install a decent alarm system. - You said we were gonna be
done in a couple of hours. - Yeah, okay. I lied. (Eleanor sighs) Well... Where can I settle? - You're not thinking of
moving in here, are you? - (chuckles) Calm down. Meyer doesn't pay me enough
to sleep with you, madam. - Now, you listen here. I have had more than
enough from you. This isn't gonna work out. - Okay, if your wish
is to stay here alone, then be my guest. - Yeah. - Especially after
what they did to your little Smoochie, huh? - Fine. - Fine what? - Follow me.
- Great. - You can stay here. I'll have it cleaned. - It's cleaner
than my apartment. - Judging by your car, I have
no problem believing that. (Marco chuckles) Seeing as I can't leave, I
assume you have no problems with me asking Jane
and Tommy to come here, after they're done shooting? (plane buzzes overhead) If you would care to join us
for dinner, the sushi is on me. - Raw fish? Over my dead body. - You are a champion of
diplomacy, Mr. Ventura. Alessandro, tell me about the
party that night at Planet. - It was our friend
Gladys's birthday. - And you and Maria had just
recently broken up, right? - [Alessandro] Yeah. - [Eleanor] And she came to
the party with her friend, Enrico Bianchi. - Gladys's brother. Right. - Now was there something going
on between Enrico and Maria? (Alessandro chuckles) - In his dreams. - Was he the reason Maria said that she needed to talk to you? - She said she had
something to talk about and didn't know
what to do about it. - [Eleanor] Did she say
what kind of problem? - She didn't have
time to tell me. (hand thumps) - [Eleanor] At what
time did you and Maria decide to leave the party? - Around midnight? We went down to the beach, and she wanted to
get back together. (chuckles) And
then we made love. (hand thumps) - [Tommy] Actually, I don't
like solving the problems. - No, 'cause I mean, dude,
I wouldn't know where to go- - [Eleanor] And why didn't
you take her home afterwards? - [Alessandro] 'Cause
her father hates me. He would've freaked if he'd
seen us together again. - So, here is the question. Do you think Daniel
Crawford killed Maria? - Well, those two
kids saw him, right? (TV bleeps)
(distant chatter) - Hey!
- Hey! - Hey. - Hi! So, I was watching the
interview that we made. You know Alessandro freely
admits to having sex with Maria, right before she was murdered? - Yeah, but according to
his statement to the police, he didn't use a condom. - Right. - Whoever raped Maria did. - That's right. Guess that brings us
back to square one. You get all the shots
we needed from the park? - Oh, they hustled
us with permits, but finally let us shoot it. (all laugh) (garage doors hum) (birds squawk)
(bicycle bell rings) - Buongiorno.
- Ciao. - Wow. That's a pretty nice setup. - Yeah. Nice toys. Almost like, uh, this thing. - What? Oh, the motorized bike? Yeah, it's great. It's
perfect to cruise around town. Where's Eleanor? - In her study. She was
in a hurry to see you. - All right. See ya. - Any news from the prison?
- Nothing yet. But Guido called
all his contacts. - All right well let's keep our
fingers crossed on that one. Interviewing Daniel is a must. - You can say that again. - So, in the meantime, would Enrico Bianchi be
good enough for you guys? - You talked him into
giving us an interview? - Yeah. You know, his father and I,
we've been friends for, what? 20 years now? So, it
was a piece of cake. We're set for an interview.
Tomorrow morning, here. - Whoopee.
- Right on! - Fantastic. (Tommy sighs) - Okay. (speaks
foreign language) Okay?
- Okay. (Marco speaks foreign language) - There you go. - Thank you. - So, how's your guardian
angel working out? - "Angel" is not the
word I would use. - He seems dreamy to me. - Excuse me? I'm
standing right here. - I meant for her. Her.
(Eleanor chuckles) - After David, I swore
off obnoxious men. - Stop blaming yourself. Any
girl could fall for a dud. - And how many are dumb
enough to marry one? - At least it was brief. - But not painless. (alarm wails) (alarm bleeps) (thunder claps)
(rain splashes) (door closes) (Eleanor sighs)
(brooding orchestral music) (sighs) I feel
like I'm in prison. (brooding orchestral
music continues) (eerie orchestral music) (door creaks) (strong wind blows)
(eerie music continues) (Eleanor gasps) (glass shatters) (Eleanor screams) (Eleanor pants) (switch clicks) (Eleanor pants) - Eleanor! (Eleanor scrams) What? Okay. You were screaming. - It was a bad dream! - Okay. The house is clear. Are you sure you're all right? - Yeah. - Okay. Have a good night.
- Thanks. You too. Marco. - Yeah? - Thanks. (Marco chuckles) - Yeah. (door creaks) (door closes) (Eleanor sighs) (birds chirp) - [Eleanor] Enrico, how
did you and Maria meet? - She was my sister's friend. - But you liked her? - [Enrico] Everyone liked her. She was fun and
she was beautiful. Yeah, but we were just friends. - Let's talk about
Gladys's birthday. Was Daniel Crawford invited? - What? No. No. Nobody would've
invited that freak. We only put up with him
because he was Maria's cousin. - Did you at least get a chance to dance with Maria that night? - No. Spent the whole time talking
with her ex, Alessandro. I don't know what
she saw in him. I mean, he's a total airhead. Anyway, they sat there
clinging to each other, like there was no tomorrow. - [Eleanor] And then
she took off with him? - Yeah.
- Did that upset you? - No, no. - [Eleanor] Did Maria seem
worried about anything? - [Enrico] Well, I guess
she seemed a little nervous, but I don't know why. - [Eleanor] Was it
because of Alessandro? - I don't know. - And what did you
do after they left? - I stayed a bit longer,
and then I went home. - Alone? - Yeah, unfortunately. - [Eleanor] You don't live with
your parents anymore do you? - No. Not, not anymore. How come you're asking
me all these questions? I mean, everyone knows that
Daniel was the killer, right? - That's what they say. - Yeah. So, what do
you want from me? Can I go now? - [Eleanor] Thanks for coming. - Bye. That's it?
- Yep. - What do you think? - That Enrico was
in love with Maria. He doesn't have an alibi. But he's right. Daniel's
already been convicted. (dark music) Do you think he's innocent? - Mm. I don't know, Jane. I really don't know. (dark music continues) (locker door creaks) (keys clink) - Hey. It's Luciano. I need to talk to you. Mm-hm. Yeah, all right. (phone bleeps) - Well, to start with, the
driver is completely clean. Maybe somebody really
did steal his keys. What have you got? - Look what came
in this morning. "Yesterday, your
cat. Tomorrow, you. Go away or you'll be sorry." - How seriously should
we be taking this? - No one told the media about
the break-in or the cat. (knocks on door) - Mr. Ventura? - Oh.
- Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize that
you were talking. - Yeah, come in. This is
my partner, Gabriel Pastor. - Hi.
- Ciao. - Nice to meet you.
- The pleasure's all mine. - You're in Rome? - Mm-hm! (windows open) Office with a view
of St. Peter's Dome. (Eleanor chuckles)
Mm? - If you get a second,
I'd like to talk to you about tomorrow's schedule. - I'll be right with you.
- Arrivederci. You selfish bastard. She's gorgeous! - Nah. - You made her sound like
an old granny with rabies! - Okay. She's attractive. Her boobs are too small. (Eleanor gasps) (Marco snickers) (suspenseful music) (car door slams) (vehicle approaches)
(suspenseful music continues) (handbrake clicks) (suspenseful music continues) (truck door slams) (weapon thuds)
(Luciano groans) (Luciano pants) - [Luciano] No! (weapon thuds) (dark orchestral music) (body scrapes) (truck clunks) (car thumps) - What? That's wonderful. When? (fingers click) Guido, that's impossible.
I need more time to... Yes, I understand, but... Okay, fine. Thank you. (sighs) We can interview Daniel. - The prison warden
gave his authorization? - In an hour. Take
it or leave it. - They're doing this on purpose! Thinking that on
such short notice, we wouldn't even bother to try. - Yeah. Well, they
don't know us very well. - Hey.
- Yeah, I got it. (birds squawk)
(engine revs) (distant boat horn blows) - Ventura.
- Yeah, I saw him. Don't get out until I tell you. - Okay, but we
have to go set up. - Just don't get out
of this car, okay? I'll tie you down, if necessary. - Okie dokie.
- Okie dokie. (car door slams) - Mr. Silvestri, what
are you doing here? - This is a free
country, Mr. Ventura. (Marco chuckles) - How do you know my name? - I've done some
checking around. (dark orchestral music) - Leave her alone. - Otherwise? - Otherwise, I report
you to the police. So, if I see you again- - She came here to help
my nephew, didn't she? Funny. How I never saw her at the
cemetery where Maria is buried. Maybe because my daughter can
no longer give interviews huh? After a while, the dead
are not newsworthy anymore. But cold-blooded murderers?
They make the headlines. - Please. It's better you just go. - Do you believe in
justice, Mr. Ventura? 'Cause I do. - Good. (dark orchestral
music continues) - Only three people at a time are allowed in
the visiting room. - I need Jane and Tommy. (gate squeaks) - Okay. - [Guard] Follow me. - It's like watching a movie
backwards, every night. I remember that cop pushing
me against the wall. And blood. There's only blood. And Maria. She wasn't breathing. - Did you kill her, Danny? - It's as if I had. - What do you mean?
- I didn't defend her. - Defend her from, from whom? - For the one who killed her. I couldn't. The only one who understood me told me that it wasn't
like "Edward Scissorhands". - The movie? - You know it? - Yeah. Seen it twice. - The shrink I talked to
didn't even see it once. - Well, he doesn't
know what he's missing. - No. I must have made Maria
watch a million times. (Eleanor chuckles) I thought I'd end up like
Edward. She told me I wouldn't. That one day I'd have friends,
and a girl and a family. (somber orchestral music) She was wrong. She was wrong. - And what makes you say that? Jane, Tommy. Can you
give us a moment, please? (brooding orchestral music) - It's on.
- Okay. (knocks on door) (keys clink) - [Guard] Coming out? (door slams) (keys clink) - Why was Maria wrong, Daniel? Whatever it is, you can tell me. Trust me, you'll
feel much better, once you get this
out of your system. - I can't. She meant everything to me. - I know. And Maria knew, too. - She was so... - You shared everything
with her, didn't you? And she stayed your friend,
despite what you told her? Then it couldn't really be
that terrible, could it? You shouldn't have
to carry this alone. No one should. (footsteps clack) - How'd it go? - He didn't say
anything interesting. Shall we go? - Yeah. - [Tommy] And then we have to
check the interview footage. - I'm up for editing
all night if we have to. - Okay. - Guido also organizes
a local event. So, he knows everybody
here in town, right? - Well, what do
you have in mind? - I wanna start a
counter offensive. I am positive that Daniel
is telling me the truth and I wanna prove
that he's innocent. Tommy, can you track
down this Miller guy? - Okay. But I still don't understand why you didn't want
Ventura to know that. - Because he'd only
try and stop me. - Mm. (birds chirp) - Why couldn't you
do this from home? - We've already
been through this. There are certain
things I can only handle from the production office. I'll be quick. - We could have taken my car. - If only the Rolls
were back from the shop. (car doors slam) - Why are all these people here? (distant chatter) (lively chatter) (camera shutter clicks) (brooding orchestral music) - You're gonna do fine. - I expect a raise after this. - Hi.
- Guido. - Well, organizer
is my middle name. So, did the best I could. - This is good. I'm sorry. (dark orchestral music) - Marco. - I thank everyone for
coming on such short notice. I promise you won't
be disappointed. (button clicks) You shared everything
with her, didn't you? (audience murmurs) And she stayed your friend,
despite what you told her? Then it wasn't really
that bad now, was it? You shouldn't carry
this all alone. No one should. - I'm not like all
the other boys. I can't have a girlfriend. So, before killing her, I... It was not true. I
can't, I couldn't have! - [Eleanor] Because
she was your cousin? - Because I can't
make love to anybody! (audience murmurs) (suspenseful music) - Daniel Crawford has
always felt different from the other boys his age. Before he came to Italy, he
went to see an andrologist. Dr. Patrick Miller of
Pasadena, California diagnosed Daniel with a
severe form of hypogonadism, which means his body
produces an abnormally low level of testosterone. Among the symptoms
of this condition? Lack of body hair. Low aggressiveness. And reduced sexual potency,
which often verges on impotence, as is the case with Daniel. - [Reporter] Yeah, that's
what I call reopened. - I have here a statement that
Dr. Miller signed yesterday, after he sent over
Daniel's medical records. Daniel Crawford could not
have raped Maria Silvestri, even if he wanted to. (audience murmurs) - Why didn't this Dr. Miller
of yours speak up sooner? - First, he didn't
know about the trial. Secondly, when Daniel
had himself tested, he went under a false name. "Tim Burton", his
favorite movie director. - Then why did Daniel
hold back information, which would've
surely cleared him? - Because he was embarrassed. He was ashamed of his condition. And to this day, he is
still haunted by the fact that he could not save her. - [Reporter] Does Daniel know
who the real killer is, then? - Unfortunately, the assault
he suffered after his arrest left him with cerebral damage. One of the consequences
of which is a memory loss. Maria's murderer
is still at large. (audience murmurs) The cops have a
lot of work to do. - [Employee] Well, that's
it, ladies and gentlemen. - I didn't know
anything about it. - Excuse me.
- That is it. - Can I talk to
you for a second? Excuse me. Move back. Excuse me.
- One last question! (door closes) - Do you realize what
you have just done? - Yes! I've just proven
someone's innocence. - And pinned a
target on your heart. - Well, what was I supposed
to do? Go to the police? - What about
talking to me, then? How am I supposed to protect
you if you keep secrets? - You're the best. I'm
sure you'll find a way. - We agreed that you
would do exactly as I say. - Which is exactly
what I'm doing. - Maybe that's why
you're still alive. - Look, I'm not gonna
let myself be intimidated by some maniac! (brooding orchestral music) - Then I can't protect you. Go. (Eleanor scoffs) - Have it your way. If you stop by the
office tomorrow, I'll make sure there's
a check waiting for you. (Marco chuckles) I have more important
things to do. (door slams) (door creaks) (door closes) (phone keypad bleeps) Franco, take me home, please. (car starts)
(dark orchestral music) (car door slams) (engine revs) Come on, Meyer.
Pick up the phone. (brakes squeal) Franco, why are we stopped? (Eleanor gasps) (dramatic orchestral music) No! (Eleanor screams) (attacker grunts) (Eleanor screams) No! (yelps) (Eleanor yelps) No! (whimpers) (dark orchestral music) - [Attacker] You should've
listened to me, bitch. - No, please! - [Attacker] Well,
it's too late now. (dramatic orchestral music) (Eleanor pants) (fist thuds)
(attacker groans) (knife hacks)
(Marco groans) (foot thuds) (dramatic orchestral
music continues) (gun fires) (Eleanor gasps) - It's okay. He's gone. Are you okay? - You didn't leave? - I found the driver
tied up in the alley. - But you didn't leave? - I could've have. - How did you find me? - I ran. (Eleanor chuckles) It's okay, it's okay, it's okay. (Marco sighs)
(gentle orchestral music) - Does it hurt? - Not really. Thank you. (gentle orchestral
music continues) - Will you stay here
with me, for a while? - Of course. (birds chirp) (muffled water splashes) - Marco? (muffled water splashes) Marco. Oh, my God. I... I am, I'm so sorry. - Uh, you can turn around now. (Marco chuckles) (Eleanor clears her throat) - You have no right to hide
something like this from me. - You're right. I'm sorry. I didn't want you to worry. (brooding orchestral music) I really think you
should take this. - No. I don't know how
to use one of those. - I'll teach you. Eleanor, please. - You were right,
and I was stupid. And you and Franco got
hurt because of it. - Bump on her head and a
scratch. Nothing serious. But you're right.
You were stupid. (Eleanor chuckles) (Marco chuckles) (doorbell buzzes) Wait here. (doorbell buzzes) (engine revs) What's going on? - [Michele] Lots. - Your client has an amazing
talent for stirring up trouble. - Yeah? Could be. You arrested an innocent kid, so worry about
your own problems. - We started a fresh
round of interrogations with every last soul that
was at the Planet that night. Starting with Enrico Bianchi. Listen. Something
I gotta show you. You wanna come with me? - I... I can't. Not after what
happened last night. - Oh, no, no. Renzo will
look after Mrs. Clarke. (ominous music) - [Marco] Luciano Petrarca. - Yeah, we found him in his car at the bottom of a quarry
just a few hours ago. - Accident? - So it would seem. Still checking out what
he was doing there. This guy worked for
Eleanor Clarke, right? - Yeah. Until I had him dismissed. - Daniel Crawford has
always felt different from the other boys his age. Before he came to Italy, he
went to see an andrologist. (button clicks) Which means his body
produces an abnormally low... Whoever broke in had a key. Luciano lost his
and now he's dead. You're telling me
that's a coincidence? - Okay, let's see
what the police find, before we jump to
any conclusions. - Exactly. Actually, I'm gonna have to
agree with him on this one. We don't know yet. (Eleanor sighs) I'm sorry, I'd stay but
I've got dinner plans. Jane. - Mm?
- Why don't you go home now? - No, I'm gonna finish editing
up the press conference. - Well... In that case, I'll
see you all tomorrow. - Goodnight.
- Goodnight. - [Eleanor] Daniel Crawford
has always felt different from the other boys his age. - What do you say
we grab a drink? - You and I? - Yeah. You heard Jane. She's gonna finish editing
the press conference. Take it easy. That
wasn't a proposal. - Are you sure it's a good idea? - Yeah. If you are with me. Unless you need her to-
- No, please. By all means. - [Eleanor] Daniel Crawford
has always felt different from the other boys his age. Okay. - Good. - Okay. But Jane, don't stay too long.
Tommy will never forgive me. - I promise.
- Okay. (keyboard clacks) (mouse clicks) (Jane chuckles) (door creaks) I imagine you already know
where you're taking me? - You imagine correctly. - I love it when
you're so enigmatic. (car doors slam)
(garage doors hum) (car starts) (muffled rock music)
(engine revs) (alcohol trickles) ♪ Join us ♪ Stay with us (door creaks) (door slams) ♪ 'Cause I'm begging on this ♪ Join us now - Ventura. You've got a lot of nerve, showing your face
in here, Ventura. - What about my face? (both chuckle) - Come here, you. (laughs) - Eleanor, this is Joanne.
- Pleasure to meet you. - For you, the usual.
For you, signora? - Um, how about a Virgin Mary? - Here? (laughs) Your girl's gotta be kidding. - Um... Tonic water is fine. I'm not your girl. Tell him that. Tell him that. (bottle hisses) (balls clack)
(mellow blues-rock music) (balls clack) (Eleanor chuckles) (balls clack) You're good. - Yeah, I'm all right. (balls clack) (balls clack) (Marco sighs) - How about we put
something on the table? - Are you sure? This
doesn't look like your game. - I play better when
there's something at stake. 200 euros? - Okay. - Okay. (lively rock music) (balls clack) (Joanne chuckles) (balls clack) (balls clack) (balls clack) (balls clack) - You hustled me. - Maybe a little. (balls clack) (Eleanor chuckles) Sure you want a rematch? - Well, I think that's
enough for one night, hm? (water swashes) So, you come from a rich family? - Yes. (chuckles) - And your father had
his own pool table? - He was the one who
taught me how to play. He was a champion. He
died two years ago. - I'm sorry. (Marco sighs) Are you sure you
wanna come upstairs? - I'm curious to see where
you were born and raised. - Okay. (keys clink) (lock clicks) (Eleanor chuckles) You know it? - No,
- It's good. Good.
(Eleanor chuckles) (record player clicks) (mellow music) ♪ I don't want to
share my secret ♪ - That's me and Gabriel when
we were still with the police. We moved to Rome to
open up the agency, right after that was taken. - How did he end
up in a wheelchair? - A tip his idiot partner got on a guy they
were looking for. Turned out to be
a trap and Gabriel took a bullet in his spine. - I'm sorry.
- It's okay. What do you wanna drink? - [Eleanor] I'll take a whiskey. - Whiskey?
(Eleanor chuckles) I didn't think you drank. - Did I give you
that impression? - Well, you're always so... - Stiff. - Controlled. - Stiff. - Okay. Stiff.
(Eleanor chuckles) - With small boobs. - Oh, you heard us.
(Eleanor laughs) - Every word. (Marco chuckles)
♪ Every night you come ♪ Into my dreams
and into my soul ♪ - Dance with me? - No, I'm...
- (chuckles) Come on. - I don't know how
to dance. Really. - Come on.
♪ Baby, who knows why ♪ Or can tell me why - Okay. That's right. Okay. ♪ I always hear behind
your footsteps ♪ ♪ We play the game ♪ I'm afraid,
would you be mine ♪ ♪ I can't stand the emotion ♪ Calling your name, baby (Jane yawns) (bag thuds) (Velcro tears) (can rattles) - Hello? (suspenseful orchestral music) Is anyone there? Hello? (door creaks) (switch clicks) Hello? (suspenseful music continues) Why are some of
these videos off? (distant thud) (door opens) - Any chance you cook breakfast? - Sure. Sure. (engine revs) (car doors slam) (birds chirp)
(distant boat horn blows) (phone keypad bleeps) - [Tommy] Ciao,
Eleanor. It's me, Tommy. Listen, Jane didn't
come back last night, and she's not answering
her cell phone. Did she sleep over
at your place? Please let me know, because
I'm starting to worry here. (dramatic orchestral music) - Marco?
- No. No, no! (Eleanor screams) No. No, no, no, no! - Oh, Jane! Jane! - Two gunshots,
fired at close range. - Maybe he wanted to kill Mrs.
Clarke and made a mistake. - Or else Jane surprised him
and he was forced to kill her. - After the attacks on Mrs.
Clarke, he knows we're onto him. Cornered animal's got
nothing to lose, right? - He deactivated the
sensors and the cameras. How the hell did he
know how to do that? - I'm sorry, Marco,
but I gotta ask you. Where were you last night? - At my place. - And Mrs. Clarke? - She was with me. - This section of the
house is locked and sealed. - But the rest of it's fine? - Don't tell me you
plan to stay here. - The inspector's right.
You can stay at my place. - No. I'm not going anywhere. (footsteps clack) - Marco. (somber orchestral music) (Tommy whimpers) (Tommy whimpers) - Testing. One, two, three. I love you, Tommy. I love. Tommy. - [Tommy] Can you repeat
that? I can't hear it well. (Jane giggles) - I love you. - I know how you feel. (Eleanor sighs) - No, you don't. (Jane chuckles) (Eleanor sniffles) - You feel guilty
about Jane's death. That it should have
been you instead. Maybe if you hadn't
taken the night off, she would still be alive. And part of you can't
help but blame me. - Is that so wrong? - Yeah. (brooding orchestral music) Remember that trap
Gabriel walked into on account of his idiot partner? - What's that have
to do with it? - That idiot was me. After being shot, Gabriel
had to leave the police. And I felt so guilty that
I stopped seeing him. Pretty awful. He was my best friend and I... After a few months, he
came to me and he said that he could take
being in a wheelchair, but not that I was
avoiding him because of it. (Marco chuckles) So, I went out, found the
son of a gun who shot him, and put him away for 20 years. (Eleanor chuckles) And then I left the police. And the rest is history. - No. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. (birds chirp)
(wind blows) (gate squeaks and clangs)
(suspenseful music) (gun cocks) (footsteps approach)
(suspenseful music continues) - Freeze! Hands up. - Help! Eleanor! - Marco? No. No, let him go. - [Marco] Do you know this guy? - Yes. This is my
ex-husband David. - How'd you get in?
- She let... I let him in. - Okay. - I took the first flight,
after I heard about Jane. I was worried. Figured
you might need someone. - Where's your luggage? - I don't have any. I tried calling, but
your cell was always off. Luckily, the production office told me where I could find you. (door opens) - Thank you. (birds squawk) - I almost shot the guy. - It wouldn't have
been a big loss. - You're not too fond
of him either, huh? - Without mincing words, he's a jerk who's
put her through enough. Two-timed her right and
left and then stole as much of her money as he could get
his grubby little hands on. (sighs) Guy's a
degenerate gambler. - [Marco] Are you sure? - I'm not gonna make
him stay at a hotel. I mean, he's still my husband. - I thought you were divorced. - Separated. The divorce hasn't
gone through yet. - It's your house. And your report.
What's the plan? - Dropping it would be a
betrayal of Jane and Maria. They deserve justice. - Well, that means
I still have a job. - You can end up
costing me a fortune. - Meyer's paying.
(phone chimes) - Mm. (phone bleeps) It's a message from Enrico. - [Enrico] This
is Enrico Bianchi. I have some things
I need to tell you. Can you come to my
house right away? - He sounded nervous, huh?
(phone keypad bleeps) (machine speaks
foreign language) - I think we should go.
- I can handle it. It could be a trap. Okay? You stay here. Okay? (birds chirp) (car door slams)
(car starts) (engine roars)
(tires screech) (suspenseful music) (gun cocks) (door creaks)
(suspenseful music continues) (dramatic orchestral music) (blood drips) (intense eerie tones) (blood drips) (intense eerie tones) (camera shutter clicks) (camera bleeps) - He left a note
confessing to everything. Maria, and the attacks
against Eleanor. - And Jane Connors's murder. .38 caliber. - Which is the caliber of
the slugs they found in Jane. Let's hope your lab
comes out with a match. - Yep.
(phone rings) - Excuse me. Yes. - Guido just called me. He
said Enrico killed himself? - Yeah, he did. - Why? - He knew the police
were closing in on him. I'm guessing he was
in love with Maria and when he saw her with
Alessandro, he snapped. - So, then it's over? - Yeah. (phone rings) (phone bleeps) Oh, I gotta take
this. It's Gabriel. - When will you be back?
- Soon. I promise. - Okay. (phone clacks) - Go ahead, partner. - [Gabriel] You know
the suspicions you had about Eleanor's husband? - Yeah? - Well, I did find something, and you were right on target. - You had no right
to look into David! - According to this,
David arrived in
Italy, three days ago. Not this morning. - So, he lied. Who cares? He does it all the time. - But why do you think
he first came to see you after the news of
Jane's murder broke? When you were most vulnerable? - This has nothing
to do with you! - If anything happens to you,
he'll inherit all your money. - This is crazy. - He's in debt up to his ears! Even if he has nothing
to do with all this, you know he's here,
only for one reason. How long do you think it'll
take him to ask you for money? - That is none of your business. I just, I just wanna
take care of you. - It's not your job
to protect me anymore. I think we're done here. - All right. All right. (door creaks) (door slams) - Eleanor! You here? I went out to buy some
clothes and look what I found. Eleanor? - You're only here for
the money, aren't you? - What do you mean? What're you talking about? - That's why you
came here, isn't it? - I... No! - How much? How much do you need, David? - 300,000. - You did it again.
(somber orchestral music) - And what's worse
is that this time, you tried using Jade's
death as an excuse. - No, let me explain!
- No! Get out, David. Get out! (somber music continues) (Eleanor breathes deeply) - I'm sorry. (Eleanor sobs) (door closes) (bag unzips) (mellow music) ♪ I don't want to
share my secret ♪ ♪ I do my best ♪ To be in your shadow again ♪ And by your side,
life is not easy ♪ ♪ Day by day ♪ Pretending
everything's right ♪ ♪ You make me feel
so breathless, just
calling my name ♪ ♪ Yeah ♪ I'm so scared I'll lose you ♪ Loving you ♪ But how could I
keep from running ♪ ♪ To you evermore ♪ Every night you
come into my dream ♪ ♪ And into my soul ♪ I try to find a reason ♪ Feeling good about this love ♪ Baby, who knows why
or can tell me why ♪ ♪ My heart's in chains ♪ To you ♪ I always hear behind
your footsteps ♪ ♪ We play the game ♪ I'm afraid,
would you be mine ♪ ♪ I can't stand the emotion
(phone rings) ♪ Calling your name, baby
(phone rings) ♪ We could try to give up ♪ Loving you
(phone rings) (phone rings) - Yes, Michele. - [Michele] Enrico Bianchi
didn't kill himself. - What? Are you sure?
- The forensic lab is. According to them, the
position of the fingerprints on the handle of the razor
isn't compatible with suicide. - Are you telling me
someone killed him and then put the
razor in his hand? - [Michele] That's not all. We found the keys that
Petrarca claimed to have lost. - Where?
- They were in his car. They were stuck underneath
the front passenger seat. Of course, they could've ended
up there by accident, but- - Are you sure they're
for the Clarke villa? - The rental agency
logo's on the keychain. I called 'em up and
they confirmed it. You know, maybe Petrarca
was murdered, too. - Or else the killer
used another set of keys to enter the house. Okay. Thanks, Michele. (doorbell buzzes) - Marco. It's you. Come on in. (door creaks) (tense orchestral music) (phone bleeps) - [Nick] What's up, Ventura? - Did Eleanor rent
the villa herself? - No, we needed it
ready on arrival. - Okay. Who took care of
the contract and the keys? - Our local contact in
charge of logistics. - Guido Clerece?
- That's right. Ventura? (phone bleeps) (ominous orchestral music) - So, how's it going? - Oh, don't ask.
(phone rings) It's just been one
thing after another. Hello?
- Eleanor, it's me. - Hi. - Enrico didn't
kill Jane or Maria. - What're you talking about? - What's going on? - Guido's there?
- Yes. - Okay. Listen to me carefully. I want you to stay
calm and smile pretty. I'm on my way. But Guido cannot know
what we are talking about. - Okay, but you need to let
me know what's going on. - It's him. He's the killer. (Eleanor gasps) Eleanor. Eleanor! Eleanor! (car starts) (engine roars) (dark orchestral music) - Guido? - I never liked Ventura. (Eleanor gasps) - Guido. What's goin' on? - Oh, I'm pretty sure
Ventura just told you what was going on, didn't he? - No, he... I didn't, he didn't say. - You must think I'm
stupid, don't you? - No. No. - Sorry. I'm sorry. (engine revs) (horn honks) (tires screech) (horn blares) I did not want to kill Maria. (Eleanor gasps) - You knew her? - I loved her! But she was a minor. So our relationship
had to be kept secret. That night at the Planet. I waited outside for
hours for her to come out, so we could talk. I missed her. I hadn't
seen her in days. When she comes out, she's... She's with that kid, Alessandro. So, I followed them. You know what the fun part was? When I had to watch
them have sex. (Eleanor breathes heavily) After they split, I caught
up with her on her way home. And you know, I was
just so furious. But I tried to calm down. I just wanted her to know
how I felt about her. So, I told her that,
that I loved her. But she said that it was over and that she didn't
want to see me anymore, and that unless
I left her alone, she would've told the
police everything. Now, I couldn't let that happen. (tense percussive music) And if I couldn't have her... (Maria pants) Well, I guess no one else could. (Maria screams) (engine revs)
(tense music continues) After that freak
Daniel found her... - Maria! - I kinda knew it
was my lucky day. 'Cause that kid was just
perfect to take the blame. Until you came along. You were supposed to do your
report and just go home. And I thought that finding
your cat in pieces, that would've scared
you off, but you? No, not you. You
just couldn't stop. - You stole the Luciano's keys? - Oh, no. I just borrowed them. I made copies and put
his back in his locker. But he caught on and
tried to blackmail me. - But Jane. Why did you kill her? She
had nothing to do with this. - Jane was an accident. She just happened to
be in the wrong place at the wrong time. (Jane gasps)
(gun fires) No choice. So, I needed a scapegoat
for the police. And that's why I
went to see Enrico. - And you forced him to call me. - Oh, girl, you
would be surprised at
things people would do with the come pointed at them Then I, uh... I slashed his wrists. (intense eerie tones) But Ventura spoiled everything. He's coming here, isn't he? Is he? Well, I guess you leave
me with no options. - (gasps) No. No! (gasps) (glass shatters) (dark orchestral music) (Eleanor grunts) - Don't even think about it. Leave it. (grunts) What do you think
you're doing? Huh? (car approaches) What do you think you're doing? (car approaches) I'm gonna make your friend
a very nice surprise. (tense orchestral music) (car door slams) (tense orchestral
music continues) (Eleanor gasps) (glass shatters) (gun fires) (body thumps)
(brooding orchestral music) (Eleanor gasps) - Marco! No. Look at me. Look at me. Look at me. No, stay with me. Stay with me, please. Marco, stay awake! (ambulance doors slam) (door creaks) Doctor? - Mr. Ventura is
a very lucky man. The bullet didn't
hit any vital organs. (Eleanor sighs) He'll pull through just fine. - May I see him? - Yes, but only
for a few minutes. (footsteps clack) (door creaks) (machine bleeps rhythmically) (gentle music) (gentle music continues) - I guess I owe you an apology. - Maria and Daniel got
the justice they deserve. That's all that matters. Stay close to him.
Daniel needs you. - Yeah. No hard feelings? (Eleanor chuckles) - No. - Thank you. - They don't have an
easy time ahead of them. - No. But I'm sure they'll
pull through it together. Fitting ending, don't you think? (mellow music) - I know an even better one. - Yeah?
♪ I don't want ♪ To share my secret ♪ I do my best ♪ To be in your shadow again ♪ And by your side,
life is not easy ♪ ♪ Day by day ♪ Pretending
everything's right ♪ ♪ You make me feel
so breathless, just
calling my name ♪ ♪ Yeah ♪ I'm so scared I'll lose you ♪ Loving you ♪ But how could I
keep from running ♪ ♪ To you evermore ♪ Every night you
come into my dream ♪ ♪ And into my soul ♪ I try to find a reason ♪ Feeling good about this love ♪ Baby, who knows why
or can tell me why ♪ ♪ My heart's in chains ♪ To you ♪ I always hear behind
your footsteps ♪ ♪ We play the game ♪ I'm afraid,
would you be mine ♪ ♪ I can't stand the emotion ♪ Calling your name, baby ♪ We could try to give up ♪ Loving you ♪ How could I keep
from running ♪ ♪ To you evermore ♪ Every night you
come into my dream ♪ ♪ And into my soul
