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IT'S NOT LIFE WITHOUT CONTRADICTIONs

Ok, I'll talk to you tomorrow. Good night.

Rocco Cavasino is nowhere to be found.

He never took that flight to South America.

You'll never find him. - Right.

We found nothing else about my father at his house.

Nothing.

I'm going to sleep.

I'll be right with you.

What is this picture? You look at it all the time.

I found it in a hidden cabinet, Gianni pointed me to that before dying.

That's me and him.

I've been wrecking my brain trying to understand if it's got anything to do with his investigation.

Probably it's just an old picture and nothing more.

It's him!

I'm sure.

What do we have?

Musumeci Leoluca, aka "Middu".

Burglary, fraud, two murder trials, acquitted both times.

Last known address, by his own auto shop. Well done.

I want a man with her 24/7, make 'em rotate. - I'll take care of it.

You did good... very good.

Musumeci!

I'm arresting you for the murder of Mauro Licata.

Slack these cuffs. - Again?

Are you gonna go on all night about those cuffs?!

I'll slack them after you tell me something!

Who was with you?

Tell me something.

Alright... you've been identified, do you understand that?!

Tell me who was with you!

I say nothing.

Fine... open up.

He'll never talk, you can take him away. - Norman! Nail!

How's going at the car shop? - All sealed, 3 of our men are inside.

Alright, go take a look yourself as well. - Ok, Chief.

You like 'em?

You did what I couldn't do... capture the heart of this town.

This town is a wild animal... no heart, just instinct.

I'm only observing them.

You fight them.

Mauro was born and died in Trapani.

He wanted to travel but he's always been here, doing what he thought was his duty.

He had personal issues with you... but he admired you nevertheless.

He was too honest to let his resentment overcome his admiration.

You two are very much alike.

Neither you are gonna travel the world.

Tennis. - Tennis?

I'd like to play tennis again when this is over.

Will you play with me?

We're gonna have fun, you know.

If something happens to you I won't be able to go on.

Gentlemen... we won the lottery.

Chief, we found something.

A telephone number, name of Alessio Leone, on Provincial Road 16.

We're on our way. Let's go!

Shit!

Freeze or you're dead!

Drop your weapon! Drop it!

Let me see your hands against the wall!

Against the wall I said!

Against the wall!

The other hand!

Move!

You don't get it, do you, Chief? - Move it! Take a walk with us!

Leone... Alessio.

Can you read?

Maybe you can't... animals can't read.

Let me read it for you.

So... this says...

"From the ballistic examination..."

"...it appears the P-38 Cal. 7,65..."

Your gun...

"...was used in the murders of Giulia Melendez, Consalvo Innocenza..."

"...and Licata Mauro."

But... besides all this...

...you and me had already crossed paths.

Perhaps you don't remember, but I do.

A few months ago...

You were escaping on a motorcycle, you know where?

Right under Gianni Peralta's house.

Don't you remember?

Are you done? - Yes.

You're just smug and farts... that's all you people are.

I feel sorry for you.

That's fine with me.

You're fucked.

Come on, move!

Bitch! I'll take care of you after I took care of him!

Move it! - Wait!

What I do, I do it in your face... I'm not a coward like you.

Take him away.

Yes, keep laughing...

Are you ok?

Is it him? - Yes, it's him.

Come in.

Come in, prosecutor Montano.

I've been getting an anonymous letter every day for the past 2 weeks.

About my office and my substitutes.

Anonymous letters are a bad habit of this town.

But these throw mud on the entire institution.

In what way?

They say one of my substitutes has a relationship with a Commissioner from Trapani...

...which brought her to turn a blind eye to some irregular behavior.

It appears this Commissioner is pursuing his own persecutory delusion.

They talk about trespassing, home invasion, abuse of authority... look at this.

You understand this is very serious.

It's a misunderstanding and you know it. - Of course...

...but because of the role we play, we can't be exposed to this kind of misunderstandings.

What you mean? - I mean you're being transferred, effective immediately.

I hope this way it will all blow over, 'cause if the press gets a hint of this...

...the institution we represent will be damaged. You can go now.

JUSTICE

Come in.

Ah, Dario! - Aldo.

The ballistic report on Alessio Leone's gun...

...confirmed that it was used to kill Giulia Melendez, her daughter and Mauro Licata.

Obviously, this man is the same Alessio mentioned by Gaspare Renda,

namely the man who killed Gianni.

He'll get life, no mistake.

I always knew you'd have caught them. - We only caught the workforce.

The mandators, those who sit in the big chairs and pull the strings,

they're still nice and warm at their place. - You gotta learn to make do.

With your work you managed to undermine certain balances, that's a victory.

I'm sorry but I feel like we've accomplished nothing.

We have another card to play. - Which one?

Laura Nitto, one of the ghost owners of the land in Belice valley.

This woman moved to Canada in '51 and lived there ever since.

I'm trying to find a way to question her.

You know...

A city committee offered me to run for mayor.

I turned it down of course.

Who'd take care of my wife? Also, I'm so tired.

I wanna retire and enjoy my piece of land.

You've been promoted, Dario.

You can be ACC whenever you want, as long as it's not here.

This city has become too dangerous for you.

What do you say?

I'm very grateful... I really am...

...but I intend to stay.

You can't stay here after your latest arrests.

I don't wanna carry another coffin... I can't!

I'm gonna do everything in my power to spare you from that, ok?

Yes.

Good morning. - Morning.

What's going on? - I've been transferred, I'm going home.

Why? - Because these powers are bigger than us.

Because this is a war we're doomed to lose.

Isn't worth fighting just the same? - I no longer have the will or the strength.

This land feeds off heroes. I'm not one nor I want to be.

I won't die for a country that wouldn't protect me.

A country in collusion with those who wanna kill me, that will send its representatives to mourn at my funeral.

No, I'm going home. I'll do my part from there.

You can no longer question Laura Nitto, she died in Montreal last month.

Good luck, Chief. - Thank you.

PASSPORT REQUEST

You can't take her out in the open like this. - She insisted she wanted to get some air.

2 months after my father died, Angelica changed her name and moved to Canada.

4 months later, she had a daughter.

She left already pregnant. - So it seems.

My theory is that she'd been given that land as a sort of compensation...

...for framing my father, maybe along with her parents. - It's possible.

The picture you saw, the one with me and Gianni and the fish.

Angelica took that picture.

I finally understand why that picture was in Gianni's file cabinet.

Gianni got to the point where I am now.

He got to Angelica, aka Laura Nitto.

What now?

Angelica died a few months ago, nothing I can do there.

Maybe her daughter can help, I'm leaving for Canada tomorrow.

If nothing, to see if she looks like my father.

Be careful.

Take her straight home.

He left, just like you said.

Of course, I'll let you know.

A little, why? - I was friends with your mother.

We were very close.

I came from Italy just to speak with you, do you mind?

I brought you this.

It's your mom with me and Gianni, another close friend.

Of course, we were both in love with her.

I never heard of this land.

Didn't your mother tell you about Sicily? About her past and her life?

Mom never talked about the past and she didn't want me to speak Italian.

She wanted me to be a Canadian, I learned Italian from my grandparents.

She was always smiling.

She worked hard to buy that small house for me.

She said everything was for me and I gave her strength to go on.

Listen, Rosalia... did she ever speak about your father?

She wouldn't talk about him, she never told me who he was.

A man of law...

I see.

Ok... that's all then.

I won't bother you any longer.

It's been a pleasure meeting you. - Likewise.

You keep it.

SOME THINGS YOU CANNOT FIGHT - LOVE IS ONE

Alright, leave now.

Sure you don't wanna keep me company for dinner? - Alright then.

Hello? - It's Dario Maltese. Is Elisa still at the journal?

No, there's no one here.

Was the escort there? - Yes.

Alright, thank you.

Where did they hit you? Where?

Go check.

You just shot a cop, you piece of shit...

You're gonna rot in jail...

What about Norman? - He lost some blood but he's gonna make it.

We're taking her to St. Anthony. - I'll be right there. Give me the car keys.

I was waiting for you.

"Some things you cannot fight."

"Love is one."

When you talked to me about my father and Angelica, you seemed so...

...so touched.

So moved, involved...

But also fake, for a tiny bit...

For just a second, I felt a sort of chill...

A "shiver of awareness".

I removed it and neglected it afterwards.

I pretended it was nothing.

The other day, in Montreal,

when I read those words on Angelica's tombstone,

that chill came back.

I saw you face, emotional...

...while talking about your great friend, Peppino Maltese.

While in fact you were dragging him through the mud for the umpteenth time!

I spent the whole flight back thinking:

"How the hell did he persuade or force Angelica to accuse my father?"

But you... were already with them...

...or was it when they found out you were screwing a little girl?

Were you born rotten or did you rot day by day?

Your father used to say in this city you gotta walk on the right side of the road.

'Cause if you end up on the center line, the dark side will devour you.

He was right.

But I didn't listen.

In other words, you did rot day by day.

However, after you helped them killing my father,

I bet they no longer needed to blackmail you.

Peralta... then Mauro Licata, Cavasino...

You had them murdered.

With the help of those who once blackmailed you, because you...

...you were important to them, they needed to protect you.

After all, you're their man inside the institutions, right?

Yes.

I became worse than all of them.

It's a miracle.

For 25 years, I thought of you as the most reassuring figure in my life!

A second father.

And today I realize you're the Devil himself.

I knew right away, since the moment I saw you...

...when you came back to Trapani.

You're just like your father. Same eyes, same ways...

All these months it was like he stood there watching me.

Peppino was watching me... and judging me.

You have 2 hours to turn yourself in.

Your father never felt deserted.

He knew you were on his side.

You being here now is the proof he was right.

ENGLISH SUBTITLES BY BARISHNIKOV@KATCR.CO