The Weapon, the Hour, the Motive (L'arma, l'ora, il movente)

Here he is, again. You're doing it on purpose. Be careful.

I'll cut your head off.

Do that again, and I'll cut your head off.

Have you seen that? He's destroyed them all.

I'm going to kill him.

One of these clays, I'll kill him.

You made me miss my appointment with the councillor. Are you happy now?

I've told you to mind your own business.

See? They followed us here.

And now they're out of luck.

It's about time.

What's wrong? Are you upset?

- Did you bring me the crime novels? - No. I didn't have time.

Come on, get ready. Roll up your sleeve, I'm in a hurry.

I love crime books.

Why did they fill the hallway with those ugly birds?

They're for science class, Ferruccio.

If air enters the syringe, is it dangerous?

It's no laughing matter. You could die.

You never hurt me, not like the doctor. I'm glad he's gone.

Can't you stay here a while?

I can't, I told you. I'm busy.

You're always with Don Giorgio. You never spend time with me.

I'm enjoying this lobster.

It's from Civitavecchia.

The career situation is a serious problem.

Especially authentic careers.

It's too spicy.

I don't blame you for saying no. Giulia's a famous witch, the sauce's hers.

You taught me that recipe.

- What star sign are you? - Scorpio, I believe...

But astrology is of little consolation to us.

More than a consolation, it's becoming an obsession.

- Don't you agree, Don Giorgio? - Yes, it's true.

Forbidden things are always fascinating.

Finally, a good reason to become a priest.

Pisani, surely you joke.

But careers are a serious matter. Isn't that right, Mother?

That's right. It's better to have a few good pastors than a lot of bad ones.

Don Giorgio, you seem down today. You look worried.

No, I'm a little tired, that's all.

Yet, you haven't had much work to do as of late.

I'd argue that you had a rest, actually. Perhaps that's why?

Ever since I started teaching, I've never felt more alive.

It's just that school takes so much of my time.

I'm a pastor first and foremost, you know?

You used to like school, didn't you?

Our order was twice as big, ten years ago.

There has been a 50% decrease in the last ten years, actually.

It seems that this is causing the Pope great distress.

- Is it true he can't stop weeping? - Really. Don't interrupt me.

I was reading about it yesterday. France, Netherlands, South America...

- It's a disaster. - I see you're well informed.

A lot more than you think, Don Giorgio.

I'm sorry, but I have to go.

Wait, let's make a toast with Aristide. You're only forty once.

Know what French farmers say?

Pastors, lords, and rivers are always bad neighbours.

We get along just fine.

You'll have to forgive me, but it's late.

We won't be late, either. He's leaving for Florence tomorrow at seven.

I'll see you tomorrow, then. We're going to the ministry.

- Does 3.15pm work for you? - Yes, that's fine. See you at 3.15.

Happy birthday again. Have a nice evening, everyone.

I think he's a great priest. And so handsome.

That's right. He's like an angel.

You're right. He's really a saint.

What's wrong?

Why did you stop?

This can't go on, Orchidea. I won't go back there.

You're tired of me? ls that it?

No, it's not that.

But I'm a priest, you understand? A priest.

And you suddenly realised that?

You just don't get it.

I've betrayed everyone.

The Church, myself... I betrayed the Lord.

How cowardly and hypocritical of you.

Why, think God couldn't see us in that classroom?

Or at the beach, or in the car. "We'll be together forever," you said.

Remember that?

"Throw away your tunic. God understands. God forgives."

Now that you've had your go at it,

God doesn't forgive anymore, and I'm the one who should understand?

I can't be jealous of God, can I?

Be honest. I disgust you.

You will pay. It'll be the death of me, but you'll pay for this.

What do you want to know? Love life or business?

It's my husband who handles business.

As long as he doesn't make the mistake

of minding your own, sentimentally speaking.

Is that you speaking, or the cards?

I see a young man, with a uniform.

It's either a soldier or a priest.

This is you.

You're both in the same line.

I see conflict, a great one. An obstacle that hinders you.

This is your husband, but he's far.

According to the cards, he doesn't know.

Does this person love me?

I do see love between you, but also an obstacle, the Death card.

But then will come great satisfaction and joy.

What does that mean?

That you may separate. But it's all the better for you.

Did he really leave you?

What do I care, anyway?

It was an affair. Nothing but an affair.

No man is ever worth that much suffering.

And yet, you're suffering.

I can tell.

- So? - Your husband?

Forget about him. He'll be back tomorrow.

Have you told her everything?

I want to hear it from you.

It's over with her, Giulia. Don't you worry.

It's really over. I won't see her again.

Did you really tell her that you don't want to see her anymore?

Yes. Those exact words.

"It's over, Orchidea. I don't want to see you anymore."

I only did it for... Not even you will understand me.

Of course I do. You wanted to save her soul.

So you didn't leave her for my sake.

Say it.

- Come on, say it. - No, it's not true.

You have no right to question my decision, either.

All right, then. You'll tell me in the bedroom.

Giulia, I can't do this. I can't do it anymore.

Don't torment yourself.

You know it's useless, don't you?

Don't tease me.

- I could get fed up with you, and then... - And then, what?

I'm not like Orchidea. You'd pay dearly for it.

Get undressed.

Walking around at night, too?

- Pleasant journey? - Not really, but thank you.

Let me take it.

Can I give you a lift home?

- I thought you were asleep. - I took something for a headache.

Your usual headache that never goes away.

- I had a hard day in Florence. - I can't do anything about it.

- But you can. - Not tonight, please.

Let's take him next door.

- We must call the police. - Unfortunately.

Where's the body?

In the sacristy, Inspector. It's being prepared.

Does that mean that you moved it, or did I misunderstand?

Did he live here?

No, he was our chaplain. He taught music to our children.

- He had a room in our guest house. - Why was he here at night?

He was praying. He'd come often by night, because he was too busy during the day.

I'm Father DeRossis, I was sent by the vicarage.

May I help you?

Where was the body found, exactly?

We found it there. Anselmo did, actually. He came right away.

- Who is this Anselmo? - The sacristan. Shall I call him?

No, later. I want to know exactly where the body was found.

On the stool, leaning backwards.

I want the exact position. Father, you sit where you found him.

Well, I...

Do you think he was playing, when they hit him?

Yes, it appears that was the case.

"it appears". Don't you people understand?

Come on. Let's see if we can salvage the crime scene.

I'll start from here.

Out of the way.

Was he lying like that? Are you certain that this was his position?

- I think so. - Wasn't the head more to the right?

Or was it to the left?

Let's see. And the arm?

- Where was the arm? - Like this.

Careful, Mother.

- Like this. - That looks perfect to me.

- Where is the sacristy? - Next door.

- You stay there, and don't move. - And who's...

He was struck with a sharp bladed weapon, like a knife or a dagger.

From behind, and he died on the spot, which explains his leaning backwards.

The impact was from top to bottom, as he was still seated.

Approximately, when did this happen?

Between 11pm and 1am. We'll know for certain after the autopsy.

But there's something that puzzles me. Take a look here.

Around the wounds and mixed with blood, you see these wax fragments.

Wax? You mean from a candle?

It's possible.

And look at his back. These look like whip marks.

You mean that he was whipped before they killed him?

No, these are not fresh wounds.

- Sir, Mrs. Durantini arrived. - Yes, I'm coming.

You go back to the church and keep looking.

- Looking for what? - Anything. Perhaps the murder weapon.

A knife, perhaps with wax stains.

Go.

Orchidea, is that correct? Quite an unusual name. Please, sit down.

I'm Chief Inspector Boito. You know this place well, I assume?

Yes, my husband's a building contractor.

We live next door, so he helped them with a little construction work.

I've been coming here for about a year, for the school.

I know. And how well did you know Don Giorgio?

I saw him pretty often. We worked together at the school.

I can't believe he's dead. And in that manner.

What manner, madam?