All language subtitles for perry_mason_s08e21_fatal_fetish

Nice room, considering the price.

No bugs anyhow, that's for sure.

There, a little bit of that good old
California sunshine. Sort of warms up

bones. The bathroom's to your right,
down at the end of the hall.

And, um, well, that about does it.

Grazie, molto gentile. Very, very nice.

Is there something else I can do for
you? Oh, si, si, grazie.

Goodbye. Seeing as how you're a
foreigner, I think I'd better give you a

friendly advice.

You see, we have an old American custom.
You give an additional fee for good

service. That way you make friends.

You understand?

Yes.

Yes, thank you very much. Now remember,
anytime you want anything, you just ask

for joy.

I ask for joy.

I remember joy.

Thank you.

How much for the David?

It's marked 110.

You can have it for 55.

Lovely price. I'll take it.

Aren't you terribly excited about going
back to Italy?

These Roman pieces are very nice,
especially at the price.

They look like marble.

It's our own process.

We're really rather proud.

Would you excuse me for a minute?

Are you looking for something special?

Yes,

we do have some beautiful things here.

No.

I understand a little.

Italian descent.

Only Italian blood make such a beauty.

Look, I have a customer waiting. Maybe
your father is Sicilian?

Yes. Maybe between Calzacirone and
Pietra Terzia. Up in the mountain, a

village called Ciccata.

Oh, yes.

Up here, the church, always on top. And
then one little street goes down and

down and down, like the happy dog
shading the memories.

How did you know that my father came
from there?

It's a famous family in the campagna,
Basha.

The kiss.

The whole family, very, very well known.

Very fine.

Much respect.

Oh, my family come from Chicago, too.

Did you come here to see my father?

Oh, si.

Si. Uncle Giovanni tell me I bring
greetings.

Which one?

The little Uncle Giovanni who is married
to the daughter of El Pescador. You

know, the one who live... It doesn't
matter.

My father should be back in about two
hours.

Well, then, I come back.

Would you care to leave your name?

Si, Paolo Porro. That's me.

In English it means a word.

Arrivederci, signorina.

Ah, che bellezza.

With his dough, Bacchus will be the
richest man in the mountains.

Do you know what this means?

He'll be like a little king.

The men will keep their hats at him.

And the women will practically crawl at
his feet.

And for a man who came from Sicily 30
years ago without even shoes, it's like

going to heaven without having to beg
for it. I can understand why he's

to get back.

But he's selling everything. He's
selling everything right from under me.

Just like half of the business wasn't
rightfully mine.

It isn't.

You know as well as I do that it is.

Mr. Dodson, you remember when my father
was still alive?

When he used to build all the molds?

When he used to make all the plaster
castings? Why, when he even sat at the

paint bench without a ventilator, slowly
killing himself with the paint fumes.

You saw it. You were there. I saw it,
but I never saw a paper stating there

a partnership between Mr. Baku and your
father.

But this was a family business. What
about thought of legal documents?

It was taken for granted.

John Giacomo, try to understand.

The courts do not take anything for
granted.

Well, I thought maybe you can help me.

No, I can't. Look, I am Mr.

Baccio's lawyer. Now, even if you could
produce evidence supporting your claim,

I cannot act against him.

Well, suppose you can find the letter or
something in the file or something.

Are you accusing me of hiding something
from you? Well, you keep all the files.

You handle all the books.

Nobody knows what this business is worth
except you and the old man. Big secret.

Man, I grew up in this business. Half of
it is legally mine. I don't even know

what's worth.

I'm sorry, my boy, but Mr. Batio wants
it that way.

Although I must admit, I never could
understand why.

Well, I'll tell you why.

Because he's the boss and we're the
slaves. That's why.

That's the way he thinks.

All of us slaves, even his own kids.

Massimo and Elizabeth.

And that poor old Serafina. Why, the way
he's kicked her around. Now, that is

enough. I told you I wish I could help,
but you have made no attempt whatsoever

to understand... Oh, I understand.

I understand, all right, that if I am to
get any kind of a settler, I must do it

before he leaves the country and all
alone.

Because you are as afraid of Batu as
everybody else.

Acme, Giustino, De La Vega, all the way
from Main Street to Long Beach.

I go around all day. I sell, sell, sell.
I sell everybody.

I get lots of nice orders. They're very
happy to buy Botul products at the very

best.

And they're happy to pay this price.

You have the orders in writing?

Well, they're writing.

It's a cash, my son, all cash.

Papa, you don't seem to realize.

Soon you'll find.

I think it's good you go back to Italy
before it's too late.

What's good about it?

You're getting pretty old for not having
a husband yet.

You haven't given me much of a chance
to. I don't know. In this country, the

woman is forget how to be a woman.

All the time mixed up in a man's
business.

You took me out of school when I was 15
and put me to work in your office.

I do a man's job and save you a man's
salary.

But I haven't had time to even say hello
to a man, much less go out with one.

You haven't been a good daughter.

I make it up to you. As soon as we get
back to old country, I'll give you a big

dowry and I'll find you a good husband.

I don't want you to find me a husband.

Liz, please control yourself.

And don't you tell me what to do. Max,
you keep your mouth shut. I am sick and

tired of everybody telling me. You show
more respect to your father.

I'm not a child anymore.

And I'm no slave. And nobody is going to
buy me a husband.

Not even my respected father.

Papa, can I please go to my room?

It's time you finish your supper.

You talk with the artist.

You buy all the molds.

For cash?

Half down on delivery, the rest in 90
days.

You told him no.

He's good for the money, Papa. He's the
biggest dealer in San Francisco. He'll

pay the money.

You're not selling my molds.

Your molds?

You're not selling my father's originals
and not mine. They belong to me.

They made money for you for all these
years. Now they're going to make money

me in my own shop.

Your own shop?

Yes, why not?

You are quitting. You said you're going
back to Italy to become a big man. Okay,

go. But you can't just leave me here
with nothing to show for all the years

father and me put together to make you
rich.

Jack, you're losing your head.

Oh, what am I supposed to do? Let him
here rob me? Pastor!

I pay to bring your father here to
America.

He arrived with a dirty pair of pants,
one shirt, one wife, and one baby.

you.

I pay to eat, to cook clothes, and how
to live.

My father worked for you night and day.

Only to pay back what he owe me.

Sure. Imported slave labor.

This is a family business. This is no
family. There is only you, and for you

there is nobody else but you.

Not even your own kids count.

You would leave them behind without a
dime if I don't go to Italy with you.

That's what you said, isn't it?

Didn't he say that to you?

And to you, didn't he say that?

Serafina, the bell. And you, Serafina,
what is he doing for you? For all the

years you've been everything but his
legal wife.

Where has he?

Serafina, the doorbell.

Buonasera, senorita.

Si?

Sono venuto per... Oh, no, I speak
English.

Va bene, se you speak English, what do
you want to say?

I am come to visit Mr. Enrico Baccio.
Oh, no, no, but did you come tomorrow?

per piacere, please.

Tell him Paolo Porro from Ciccata.

No, no, it's not possible.

Porro, you say?

Eh, from Ciccata, where he's born.

His uncle Giovanni tell me I bring
greetings.

Also, I am in San Francisco. No, no, no.

Non è possibile.

S 'accomodi?

S 'accomodi?

I tell him.

I tell him. I tell him right now. No
waiting.

I'm not

surprised you're all against me.

You want me to stay here because you
think only of yourselves.

If this is the gratitude I deserve... I
do not interrupt.

I told you... Porro.

Porro.

Porro? He was in this afternoon looking
for you.

Why you didn't told me?

I forgot.

Massimo, call the police.

The police?

Why, Papa?

Do not ask why I called the police.

My life is in danger. I get my shotgun.

Well, now, what's all that about?

He'll death.

Dean Elizabeth.

The faith.

Some people can never escape the faith.

Never.

Never.

The language is more than a system of
communication between people.

In a way, it's a permanent record of
experience.

And people of different cultures often
react differently to the same

The great translator is often as
creative as the original author.

Because he's not translating words, but
the meaning of words.

Well, for example, there were some
enormous mistakes made.

Excuse me, Father. Telephone for you.

For me?

Well, who is it? Do you know? Yes,
Father. It's the Nevada Police Station.

You too.

Only when they need an Italian.

I'm sorry, Father, but this time I guess
it's urgent.

He said something to do about murder.

All right, then.

Attempted murder.

But did he wave a gun at you, or a
knife, or make any kind of a move?

It makes no difference what he do or
don't do.

He's going to kill me. You let him go
now, he's going to kill me for sure.

Senor Bache, per piacere, please.

Why you say these terrible things?

I don't talk to you. I don't even look
you in the face.

You know I want to kill you.

Do I make some, how you say, minaccia?
Talk English.

Threatened.

He's asking if he ever threatened this
man.

Thank you for coming, Father. Thank you.

His name is

Poro.

That is a threat enough for me.

But I told you, a threat is not enough
reason to hold him in jail.

Who says so? You?

What do you know?

Baccio and the poros always kill each
other. Always.

Serafina, is the true answer yes or no?

In Sicilia, yes.

But why?

Why? You know why you kill her.

Aspeta. Sergeant, may I suggest that we
ask this gentleman to tell us why the

poros and the baccios are always killing
each other? Oh, yeah.

Yeah, Mr. Baccio. Tell us why.

I don't know why.

100 to 50 years ago. So long,
everybody's going to forget why.

But it don't stop until everybody's
dead.

That I know.

Oh, you mean to say you don't even know
how and why it started?

What difference does it make? It hates
the same.

You, Apollo.

You hate me, no?

You come to this country to kill me.
Yes. No, no. But maybe he died because

me, yeah?

Yes, yes. Maybe you better put him in
the jail.

That's enough.

That's enough.

We're not in Sicily now.

Practicalize this old blood feud, or
whatever you call it, as a reason for

holding him in jail.

What do you think, kid?

All right,

father.

Please explain to this boy that I have
no reason for holding him.

But I will have if he's found prowling
around Butch Hill's property.

Also, that he's here on tour visa.

If he don't behave himself, the least
that can happen to him is that he will

deported from this country.

Now, already, get out of here.

Si, si, ho capito.

Basta. We'll go.

Thank you, Father. Thank you.

Archie, you're making a big mistake.

This reporter will come to this country
to kill me.

He's a malandrino.

A killer. You understand?

A killer.

But why did you go to see Mr. Botch,
your young man?

No.

I'm San Francisco.

Mr. Ding, my cousin from Chicago.

He said, go see Basch in Los Angeles.

Basch is a very nice man.

Very, how do you say, hospitable.

Hospitable.

Very hospitable.

This man is one of all the cittadini
from Chicago.

I think it may be my cousin Fiastri from
San Francisco is not a very nice man.

Yeah. I think it may be he played a
better job on me.

I think maybe I go back to San Francisco
and pull out the TV. Don't smile so

big. I think you'd better stay out of
trouble or you're liable to find

in jail.

I do not worry now.

Now I'm a friend of a famous abogado.

I'm not vegetable, Perry.

Lawyer.

Thank you.

But as far as friends go... Ah, please,
son. That was my joke.

I listen to what the brothers say. Don't
you worry.

From now on, I stay away from trouble
forever.

Are you dead?

Oh,

mamma mia.

You!

You!

No, no, no. No, I didn't eat.

Marendino, you are my property. I kill
you first.

Operator, give me the police.

There's been a murder.

Crazy.

Everything's crazy.

Telegram was sent to you?

Come to my laboratories.

It's a funny word for him to use.

We'll give you $5 ,000 to go away and
leave me alone forever.

Signed, Macho.

So, of course, you hurried out there.

Did you see anyone else when you
arrived?

He opened the eyes. He see me.

He make a sound like a, like a hungry
lion.

He get up and he point the, how you say,
a fucile?

Gun. He point a gun at me.

I say, Mr. Basho, I do not eat you.

If I, you and my brother get, I kill
you.

I see he gonna do it for real.

Hey, come on, get down, boy.

I do not die for somebody else. I break
his head. You hit him?

No. No, I... I take away the gun, and I
throw it away. I throw it away.

He jumped on me, and then I hit him. The
old man is thrown aside.

But I'm a youngster, so he pulled it
down again.

And then I think about the parallel,
that you go away, so I go away running

two feet.

Where did you get the knife?

What knife?

The knife, the file, whatever it was
that was used to stab him?

Why do you ask such a thing?

Somebody hit the old man in the head,
maybe.

I punched him once and I gave him
another time.

What does stabbing have got to do with
it?

That's how he was killed, Paolo.

He was stabbed in the back of the neck.

We've never had enough space to keep up
with the growth of business.

Not enough storage, not enough... What's
the matter? Something missing?

No, I just forgot. We moved some mosey
outside of the shop, that's all.

Oh.

By the way...

Your father on a shotgun?

Yes. Do you know where it is?

In his room, I suppose.

I wonder if I could see it.

All right.

Maybe you wouldn't mind getting it for
me while I take a look around outside

here. Sure.

The shotgun isn't here.

I don't understand it. My father always
kept that gun in his room.

Doesn't matter.

You say you were on your way home when
you saw Poro running down the street?

That's right. Were you driving a truck?

No, no, my own car.

A small truck carrying a heavy load left
here in a hurry last night.

How do you know that?

Tire tracks.

And it rained earlier, remember?

Yeah.

Does that have anything to do with the
shotgun?

Possibly.

I'll have to tell the police. Maybe
their lab can figure it out. I mean,

whose truck was here and why.

Or maybe you could find out the real
story of last night for me, Mr. Baccio.

Of course, Mr. Drake. I'll do what I
can.

Did Mr. Baccio leave a will?

Not that I know of.

At least, he would never let me ride him
one.

Some kind of superstition. Then his son
and his daughter inherit everything.

Yes.

Unless this... Unless what, Mr. Dodson?

Their cousin, John Giacomo, seems to
think he has a 50 % claim against the

business. He has documentation to
support his claim?

Absolutely not.

Nor does he have any witnesses to
substantiate a verbal agreement.

So you're suggesting this John Giacomo
had a motive for killing his uncle.

I am suggesting nothing.

Now, Mr. Mason, you came here for
information. I'm only trying to... Of

Mr. Johnson, of course.

How much will the Batio estate back to
him now? I would estimate half a million

dollars. Batio had intended to
liquidate. But the problem was he wanted

cash. He had a mania about cash.

He didn't want to leave anything behind.

Not even a guaranteed short -term note.

Cash. All cash.

No matter who. Pay now. One hundred
percent cash.

I can almost hear it.

I can hear it now.

Cash. All cash.

And what is wrong with cash, huh?

Ah, no.

The death of our dearly beloved father
will not be allowed to destroy this

business.

Or the principles which he so
successfully created.

Therefore, we will go on as before.

A closely knit family.

La familia, eh?

Each doing his bit to make the business
even more successful.

Gracias, perfect.

I intend to make Bacho the biggest name
in plaster reproductions.

A truly lasting memorial to our father.

Count me out.

I've been jailed in this factory for as
long as I can remember.

I intend to go husband hunting.

I'm opening my own shop, Max.

I cannot stay in this house anymore.

I go with John Giacomo.

The police have cold and unsentimental
minds.

Tell them a motive and they suspect the
murderer.

Each of us in this room had a motive for
killing my father.

You're not accusing me.

Did you want to go back to Italy?

Oh, Massimo, how can you ask your
sister?

Most of the moles are missing, Jack.

The ones you claim as yours.

They were taken the night my father was
killed. Taken away in a truck.

Yeah, what about it?

Did my father catch you stealing those
moles?

I only took what belongs to me.

My father claimed they were his.

Gian Giacomo is right, I know. That's
why I... And what did you do, Serafina?

Did you help Gian Giacomo, perhaps?

What if I did?

The moles are his.

And perhaps you hit my father on the
head, huh?

According to the police, doctor.

Elizabeth, please.

I had to hit him.

I had to strike your father. He was
going to shoot that jackal.

And maybe the blow killed him, Serafina.

You said many times you intended to kill
him. Max.

Now what are you driving at?

I am thinking for my family, Elizabeth.

It is my responsibility now that my
father is dead.

There isn't any more family, Max.

I accept this responsibility.

Even if it means that I must lie for
you.

Depend on me and no harm will come to
any of you.

Everything goes on exactly as it was
when my father was alive.

And look what happened to him.

Nothing happened to him until he died.

It's good to know none of us would do
such a thing.

Come back.

Well, please have him call the office
the minute he comes in.

Yes, it's very urgent.

Thank you.

Try a Polaroid, Johnny.

No, I don't need it.

I've been calling all over town for you.

What's the problem?

Friends at headquarters tell me things,
especially bad things.

Like they found a telegram in Baccio's
body. Signed, Polo.

What's in the telegram? My friend
couldn't tell me exactly because it's in

Italian. But he says it's definitely a
threatening message.

Polo never mentioned sending a telegram.

If he had, he wouldn't.

We'll see if you can get a copy of that
telegram. Then check it out with the

telegram company.

Okay. Now, wait a minute.

How are we doing with Paolo's cousin in
San Francisco?

It's a hard man to contact.

They say he's out fishing. Fishing?

Get the name of the boat?

Even tried to ship the short telephone.
They couldn't raise him.

Are you trying to avoid us?

Could be, but I wouldn't know why.

Rather a coincidental time to go
fishing, isn't it?

And it's just occurred to me that Paolo
visiting Baccio at this precise time is

a little coincidental, too.

Paul, suppose you check with the other
members of the Baccio family.

Can't be done, Perry.

They're all tied up as prosecution
witnesses, and they'll all sing the same

song. Namely, your boy did it.

Is that so?

Maybe he did. Every member of the family
agrees on it.

Oh, Paul, stop that.

When I think of that poor boy with those
beautiful brown eyes and that lovely

smile, even being accused of murder, it
makes me want to... Perry, can't you

think of something? Do something.

Why are you so concerned?

Well, I'm not.

It's just that he's so Italian.

Buongiorno, counselor.

On top of the morning for you.

How's your arm?

It hurts.

What is it called?

These people, why are they here?

Who are they?

Oh, I don't know. They make it sound
like Italian.

All right.

And you say, doctor, the death was
caused by this or a similar weapon? By

weapon. The same file which has been
identified as belonging there in the

Thank you, Doctor.

But your autopsy report also mentions a
slight concussion.

Are you able to tell us when this
happened, Doctor?

Yes, before death occurred.

How long before death occurred?

Perhaps a few moments.

Four or five minutes.

No more than that.

What did you see when you were driving
home a few minutes before midnight?

I saw the defendant hurrying from the
direction of our place, running off down

the street.

Did you say running, Mr. Basio?

He ran as if the devil himself were
after him.

And what did you yourself do then?

Well, naturally, I was disturbed over
the things my father had said earlier in

the day in the police station.

So when I drove into the yard, I went
back to the house to see if anything was

wrong. Were you able to see anything at
all? And if so, what did you find there?

My father.

With that file stuck in the back of his
neck.

Dead.

You admit that you found tire tracks,
Lieutenant.

Did you locate the vehicle, the...

Truck which made those tracks?

We did. It belonged to the young man,
nephew of the deceased, Mr.

Gian Giacomo Baccio.

And yet, despite the fact that you knew
this young man's truck had been there,

near the scene of the crime and close to
the time of the murder, you simply

dropped this line of investigation. You
made no further... Mr. Mason, I've

already testified.

Well, reports show that the rain which
caused those tracks to exist occurred

nearly three hours prior to the murder.

Now, this coincided with the truck
owner's statement to the police.

that he had only come to pick up a few
tools at about 10 o 'clock.

Since his statement has been verified by
every member of the Baccio family, the

repetition of those statements is hardly
best evidence, Lieutenant.

I know, sir, but I'm simply trying to
save the court's time by explaining that

the court knows how to read its own
watch, Lieutenant.

On the other hand, Mr. Mason, this is
only a hearing.

Perhaps this line of questioning... I
only wanted to ask a question about the

shotgun, Your Honor.

Now, did the police find any connection
between the aforementioned tire tracks

and the shotgun of the deceased which
was discovered nearby?

No. That shotgun bore fingerprints of
the deceased and of the defendant. No

else. And since the defendant has
already admitted that he tore the gun

from Mr. Baccio, that will do,
Lieutenant.

We've had enough improper evidence for
the moment.

Now, let's return to the telegram which
you state you found on the body.

Exhibit 3.

The supposed threatening telegram
allegedly sent by the defendant to Mr.

But I didn't send it, Mr. Nathan. Quiet,
Father.

I will not be quiet.

He sent me a telegram. Yes.

But I sent him nothing.

I tell you the truth. I'm an honest
Italian boy.

This is a court of law.

You must behave with dignity and
respect.

You're not in the marketplace in Chicago
now. But it is not the truth.

I've been told the Italians in court are
people who've been brought here from

other towns by the prosecution.

Who are they? Why are they mad at you?

Tell the truth.

I have six months, maybe one year, to
make tourism all over America.

And the work is to lose the time.

And also the law say that I cannot work
without work permit.

If you didn't work, where did you get
the money for the turismo?

What's money for? To eat and sleep. If I
find a way to eat and sleep for

nothing, I don't need the money, no?

Well, I go to New York.

I open the telephone book. I look for
name Porro. Why Porro? Well, you forget

it's my name. And I find which has the
best house, which is the most richest.

I go.

Buonasera, signore.

You are Pasquale Porro?

Ah, I'm Paolo Porro, your cousin from
Ciccata.

I bring you the greetings from Uncle
Giovanni.

How do you know he has an Uncle
Giovanni?

Hey, old Sicilians got Uncle Giovanni.

And old Sicilians are good people with
big hearts.

Happy to see cousin from Italy.

So, they make an invitation, I visit
their house.

Free room in the light.

Paolo is no pig.

After three days, I say, I go.

And they say, please remain one more
week.

New York, Chicago, Boston, San
Francisco.

Sleep good, eat good.

And tourism costs nothing, all free.

But why are all those people out there,
why are they mad at me?

What wrong I do them?

Now, they accepted you without question.

They trusted you, perhaps even loved
you.

But you made fools of them.

You hurt them.

But they have no right to call me
murderer.

Paolo, if they ever get on the stand,
they'll give Berger a chance to call you

ungrateful, a swindler, a petty
racketeer, and a thief.

Now, let's have the truth about this
telegram.

Is the telegram they say I write to
Basha?

A copy, yes.

It's a threat that says unless he pays
you $5 ,000... Mr. Mason, please, I go

school. I do not drive.

Now I don't believe you, Paolo.

Please, Mr.

Mason, I swear to you, I do not send...
I believe him, Perry.

Oh?

In fact, I'm not even sure that this
telegram was sent by a time.

Yes, Paul, I found the fisherman, Perry.
Uncle Fiasco, remember?

It's in the use of the verb here, to
earn or to profit.

Tell me tomorrow, Father.

Before court, first thing in the
morning.

But, Perry!

We're on our way to San Francisco.

Yellow coin.

I'm back in the shop, Mario.

Mario?

Who are you?

What do you want?

I'm Perry Mason. This is Mr. Paul Drake.
We've been trying to get in touch with

you for two days.

Get out. Now look, Mr. I say get out.

Do I have to get a court order?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Please, please.
I don't want to get it mixed up at no

cost to business.

Then tell me.

Why you sent Poro Poro to visit Enrico
Baccio?

Oh, that bad damage.

Oh, scarce.

Just a joke.

I'm a fool, I know.

Idiot. How do I know a nicer boy like
this has got a black secret in his

Then there actually is a feud between
the Poros and the Baccios?

Oh, once there was. When I'm a little
boy back in Italy, I hear the story.

Poro and Baccio always killing each
other like crazy.

But one day, when this Poro boy come to
me...

I don't think it's even the same a
family, just the coincidence, that's

Paolo brought you a greeting from your
Uncle Giovanni, I presume?

How do you know this?

Just tell us something else.

Did you know that old Mr. Baccio was
selling out and returning to Italy?

Sure, I'm dealing with Baccio to buy the
walls, a sculpture like this, you know.

But Baccio's a bad man.

Cash, all of his cash.

Half for now, half for 90 days.

I say I give a security to back up the
note.

No, he says.

He says with him back in Italy, I tried
to crook him. So what did you do then?

Wait a minute. Maybe I better not answer
so much until I talk with my lawyer.

Mr. Piastri, I'm not concerned with who
owns those molds now.

I'm only trying to prevent the state
from sending an innocent countryman of

yours to the gas chamber for murder.

Ah, see, see, see, see.

Poor boy.

That Paolo does not fool me.

You know, I am maybe the one Italian in
all the world who does not have an Uncle

Giovanni. But me?

Me? I got a bigger mouth.

I say to the son, you tell the old man
if he don't stop calling me crook, I

fix him so he never go back to Italy
alive.

You spoke to who?

The son.

The Baccio, you know, Massimo he's
called.

I speak with him to help me make the
deal with old Baccio.

That's why I tell him the old story
about the poor Robacho feud.

But I'm only laughing about it.

And what did Massimo say to you?

Well, he laughed too.

But then he say, send the boy to my
father.

Tell the boy nothing.

He say, maybe the boy's name will scare
Papa good. He'll make the deal. Do what

we both want.

So, I send Paolo.

I help make the joke.

I am a funny man.

A real palaccio.

But why you don't ask Massimo, not me?

I didn't know anything about this poor
kid. I didn't know who he was.

But you did know about selling the
molds.

You were upset because you considered
them your private property.

Of course. My father was a sculptor, was
a true artist.

He made them. The molds of his stature
are the most valuable things we have.

Then tell me.

Tell me where those molds are now.

Now, let me warn you.

I've just returned from San Francisco
where I talked with Mr. Fiastri.

All right, most of them are still in my
truck.

I was going to sell some to Mr. Fiastri.
I was going to keep some for my own

shop. But they're mine.

Yes, why haven't you completed the sale
to Mr.

Fiastri?

Why haven't you admitted that you went
to the shop that night, not only to get

few tools, but to load your truck with
those molds?

Because I promised Massimo I would wait.

I promised him I wouldn't.

And for what reason were you suddenly
being nice to Massimo?

Because he knew I wasn't there at just
the ten o 'clock.

I mean, it took us nearly an hour to
load the truck, and by the time I drove

truck away, it was nearly eleven.

I waited. I didn't want to take it away
until everybody was asleep.

But I never saw the old man.

Honestly, I never saw him.

You say it took us an hour to load the
truck? Us?

Well, her. She helped me.

Serafina. Of course I helped him.

I would help anybody who wanted to hurt
that old man.

Twenty years of my life he'd take.

Twenty years.

He'd throw it away like it's... nothing.

Serafina, when Paolo Porro first came to
the house, did you know who he was?

Did you know the stories of the old
feud?

Si.

I'm not sure he's...

Terrified of things like that.

Witches and darkness.

I know that, too.

At that time, you didn't believe the boy
was a killer.

Oh, no, no.

No.

Not at first, no.

No, of course.

Then why did you act so strangely when
he first came to the house?

Maybe I was upset.

I thought he was going to leave. He was
going to leave me for... Was it because

you knew in advance that Paolo was
coming?

No, please.

You've sworn to tell the truth here,
Serafina.

But I not know.

I not know all of it.

Not until he explained.

Him.

Massimo. He even knew where the young
boy was staying.

He was called by a man from the hotel.

So I... I helped him to scare the old
man, too. That's all.

I not know it was real.

Why haven't you told us this before?

Because... Massimo...

Massimo, no, my sin.

It was I who

struck Maschio on the head.

He was going to shoot at the truck, at
Giacomo. So I had to hit him.

Maschio fell.

And he did not speak.

And I ran.

I ran to get the doctor.

But when I got back...

There was police.

Baccio's dead.

Please, the court.

In the light of this admission, I would
like to recall a witness.

Go right ahead, Mr. Mason.

I'd like to hear what Massimo Baccio has
to say for himself, too.

Oh, Your Honor, the witness I would like
to recall is Mr. Dodson.

Yes, I was Mr. Baccio's lawyer for many
years.

How many years, Mr. Dodson?

24.

And in those 24 years, you've given him
legal counsel on many different

problems? Naturally.

You helped handle his money?

Of course.

Do you speak Italian, Mr. Dodson?

No. You neither read nor write Italian?

Well, I have no ear for languages.

Besides, Mr. Baccio's English was
fluent.

Was his English as fluent 24 years ago
as it was the day he was killed?

Well, it improved over the years.

Were there times, especially in the
beginning, when you found it convenient

use a dictionary to make certain there
were no misunderstandings?

Frequently.

Especially in the beginning.

I have here two telegrams.

Please read them to me and tell me
whether or not they are written in

Italian. Well, I've already stated I
don't read or write Italian.

For your information, they are literal
translations of English sentences.

That's what's wrong with them.

Mr. Dodson.

Why did Mr. Baccio always insist on
dealing in cash?

What? Oh, I don't know.

Was it to evade taxes, possibly?

Well, as a lawyer, I really couldn't...
Yes, Mr. Dodson.

As a lawyer who helped with those taxes,
if Mr. Baccio had tried to run off to

Italy with his money, wouldn't you also
have been in trouble with the

government? Well, of course.

Yes, but... Or couldn't you produce all
of Mr. Baccio's money for him? No,

that's not true.

I did not touch one penny.

When I tried to explain, it takes time
to liquidate. He wouldn't listen.

The blind, stubborn octopus wanted his
tag.

His tag, his tag.

So because of the trouble this would
cause, you then proceeded to kill Mr.

Baccio. No!

Now, I wasn't out there. I wasn't.

I did send those telegrams.

Now, I know it was foolish.

But I was desperate.

There were certain fun.

I just wanted to egg the trouble on,
make Baccio afraid to go back to Sicily

a while. I had no idea anyone would be
hurt.

And I suppose Mr.

Baccio's son Massimo knew all about this
too, Mr. Dodson.

Did you kill your own father, Massimo?

Is that why you wanted everyone to
remain silent?

No. No, it is not true.

Did you come back to the shop and see
him lying there? It is not true, I tell

you. Of course it's not, Mr. Dodson.

Why would he jeopardize himself by
asking others to remain silent?

If he were the killer, why would he
place himself at their mercy by

their perjury?

I only wanted to protect my family, my
shop, to protect my business.

But who else could have done it, Mr.
Dodson?

What other individual could have seen
Paolo arriving, and then after the boy

fought with Baccio and ran away, have
picked up the murder weapon?

Serafina?

Did you really go for a doctor,
Serafino?

He steal.

He punish.

He take, take, take.

All for him. All for Basso.

Bastard. Cruel.

He sacrificed all my life.

He didn't kill anyone.

No one.

He threw me.

He threw me on the street.

You know, Paolo, you're happy.

But you have no right to be happy.

What do I do now?

When you received that telegram, you did
something even Mr. Dodson didn't expect

you to do.

You actually would have tried to collect
$5 ,000 to which you knew you weren't

entitled. Why you say such a thing? Mr.
Mason, do I ask anyone for money?

Never. Do I take money from anyone?

Never.

Paolo, why did you go out there that
night?

Someone wanted to give me...

Maybe I wanted to see the pretty
Elizabeth, maybe.

Oh, now, leave him alone.

I'm sure you've learned your lesson,
haven't you, Paula?

Oh, sure, sure.

First of all, I learned never to go to
little village of Chicago.

Oh, you bet.

You mean never go back home again?

No, never to go the first time.

My old Miss Naples.

I knew it.

Oh, gospel it.

Un pochino di vino, va. Ma si capisce.

No, la minorina qua.

Oh, no.

Thank you.