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You're wasting your time.

I'm not doubting your abilities as an archeologist.

But when you say you've found treasure under these rocks where nothing grows...

It makes me laugh.

Strike me down if it isn't so.

I know this land like the back of my hand.

I've turned it a hundred times, with these very hands...

You know what I found?

Just the old carcasses of horses my grandpa buried, bless him.

I've been your father's caretaker for forty years.

Listen to me, forget about it.

Why don't you say something? I'm saying it for you.

You were just a boy when your father left for America.

What will he think of me if I don't tell him what's going on?

He's sure to fire me.

And you know I'm right!

Are you done preaching?

Under these rocks, as you say, there's an enormous wealth.

But you'll never understand.

We're talking about an ancient Greek city destroyed before Christ was born.

You know what? My father sent a cheque to buy the property...

The courier should have picked it up, and he'll be crossing the valley.

Poor money, what a waste!

Cut it out, old miser.

Prepare the horses, and let's go meet him.

Stop.

Here he comes.

Let's go.

- My respect. - Good morning.

- Here's the cheque. - Good.

You're the only one who can help him, Don. Calogero.

Make them release my husband, he's innocent.

We'll see, for now pray to the Madonna, she can help as well.

- I need to talk to you, it's urgent. - I'll be right with you, Turi.

He didn't kill the Spano boy, and you know it.

Give this note to the Baron, he'll give you money.

We'll see about the rest.

- God bless you. - Don't do that, go.

Well?

What is it that's so urgent?

- We've got to fix this. - Calm, it takes calm.

It's just a word, meanwhile an innocent is suffering.

- I've done all I can. - That's your consolation?

You can keep it.

Go ahead and say it, that I'm over the hill.

Forgive me.

We need to strike, you say. Against who? Against a wall?

It's easy to say it.

I also asked for justice thirty years ago, just like you.

I was incriminated as a witness.

I told the truth, to save an innocent.

Instead, the usual bought witnesses contradicted everything I said...

and I suffered the consequences.

I was about to graduate in law, and I had to give it all up.

I learnt from my mistakes, you need to be calm.

- To wait, and strike at the right time. - But this time it's different.

I know who the real culprit is. I've been told.

But there's not a soul who'll testify. They're scared of reprisals.

- It wouldn't be the first time. - So the law is forced to make a mistake.

- Just because they're scared. - The law has nothing to do with it.

When people who appear respectable swear to tell the truth, the law must give in.

- But there must be a way. - If there is, we'll find it.

You can always count on me, but calm, and caution.

Ciccio, Paternot is here.

- See you tonight, at the usual place. - Sure.

We'll meet after sunset, by the crooked tree.

I'll be there.

The sea that breaks the waves against the rocks.

How many memories appear when it's night?

Run to them with love, and find your faith again.

Run to them in pain, breathing freedom.

Gallop, my steed, you're not a prisoner anymore...

The real Mafia is here, justice will be done.

- Who's there? - Friends, real friends.

Go ahead.

- Friends, real friends. - It's you, Don. Calogero.

My respect. Go ahead.

Good evening.

I've called this meeting for the triumph of a real justice.

That the real culprit who killed Don. Carlo Spano and his courier are punished.

An innocent has been left to rot in jail.

And that's not all...

People are saying the Mafia were behind this horrendous crime...

and you all know that's a dirty lie.

A man saw the killer's face...

but I had to promise him I wouldn't reveal his identity.

He's scared of reprisals, and who can blame him?

Now it's up to us to find them, and bring them to justice.

But it isn't easy.

It's been many years since we were last gathered here.

We all know my help won't get us far.

I can offer you my connnections and my white hairs.

That's what I can do.

If that's okay with you, then our plan of action must be completely legal.

Legal?

Why? Do bandits operate legally nowadays?

Those murderers must pay with their lives.

We'll bring them to justice.

We mustn't show them any mercy.

If it were up to me, I'd skin the lot of them.

Enough, friends, the law messed up, but in perfectly good faith.

And we know it.

So why do we want to it as well?

If we enter into action to kill a criminal who's escaped justice...

we'll be just as bad as them.

I'm suggesting we avoid this.

- Give me carte-blanche, I'll go. - Where?

I know where to find him.

He lives on the continent, in Rome, like a gentleman.

At the expense of that poor guy who's in prison.

I'll persuade him to come here, to this very place...

and you can be sure, he'll confess his crime.

You have my word.

The task ahead of you is very difficult and dangerous.

- Give it some thought, Turi. - I've decided.

And, if you all agree, I'll leave this very night.

Those who agree, raise your hand.

It's the god's honest truth, he leaves for Rome tonight.

Yes?

- I wouldn't want our names to come out. - This isn't the time to discuss it.

You can go. I'll take care of the rest.

I hope so.

And remember, your honour, I've got a family.

I need you alive in the Mafia. Go, don't worry.

Piazza Vittorio, hurry.

- Does accountant Impeliteri live here? - Yes, second floor, fourth door.

Did you hurt yourself?

No, I'm okay.

Is there anything I can do?

No, thank you.

- Is that better? - Yes, thanks.

There, it's passed.

- Are you a Parisian? - Yes.

This sea of yours is extraordinary.

Let's go to the bridge, it's quite a view up there.

- Is it your first time in Sicily? - Yes.

- I think I'm going to like it. - Where are you headed?

To Palermo.

- Do you know anyone there? - Yes, a woman.

She's the only person I know in Sicily, apart from you, of course.

Here she comes.

Odette!

It's great to see you again. Baron Alberto Monterosa.

If Italy is as good as you say, I'm going to enjoy Sicily.

- I'm glad. - Shall we go?

Sure, let's go.

This city of yours really is beautiful.

- You like it? - A lot.

- Let's get something to eat. - Thanks.

Let's sit here.

I'd like one of those ice-creams you raved about in Paris.

- Yes, two casate. - Two casate and a beer.

That's quite a memory, it's been almost three years.

We met in Paris, on a cultural exchange.

I know, Caterina often speaks fondly of you.

Excuse me, I'll get the car and come back.

You must have a lot to talk about.

- I like him, is he your boyfriend? - I really like him.

He's resourceful, intelligent and above all from a good family.

He only has two faults, he can't hold on to money, and fast cars.

Here he comes.

If we don't hurry you'll miss your bus...

and there aren't any more until this evening.

- I'm sorry to leave you. - You will come back soon.

Yes, of course.

Don't leave me all alone, you're the only person I know.

- It's a bit of a squeeze. - Yes, but this car's very nice.

- I bet it's fast. - It can go 180, but not on our roads.

I'll go on ahead.

Get on, we're leaving.

Over here! You left the car on the wrong side.

Come and visit me in the village.

The suitcase, please.

Thanks for everything. Call me in the afternoon, if you like?

- Sure. - Okay, bye.

See you later.

Odette!

Look, look...

You, here? And in such pleasant company.

You're not short of company either.

My god, they're nice locals, mostly harmless.

- Are they helping you with an article? - Pure and simple company.

- Is that how you say it? - Yes, that's it.

- Are you here for work? - You're kidding! Holidays!

Pardon! Nobility awaits!

- Funny, isn't she? - Yes.

- What can I get you? - The usual.

- Shall we dance? - Yes, gladly.

You still haven't told me why you're here?

- Why do you want to know? - What can a foreign journalist do?

Perhaps you came to investigate the teddy boys of Palermo?

Please, that isn't funny.

Well, if I can't guess then I give in.

This is the result of my trip to Rome.

Tomorrow, you'll receive a visitor for important business - Your usual friend.

- Do you mind if we go? - If you want.

- My tab. - As usual, Baron.

- Do you like it? - It's extraordinary.

I've never seen anything like it, it's enchanting.

It's a tribute to Santa Rosalia, the patron of the city.

I'm so glad I came now.

- It's a shame Caterina isn't here. - She always used to come...

but she rarely leaves the school since she started teaching.

Are you a ghost?

- Can I ask you a question? - Sure.

Why did you dump me at the station and ignore me at the nightclub?

For the station I apologise, but I have no remorse for last night.

You were in good company, after all.

- Who was he? - Alberto, don't you know him?

No, I haven't had the pleasure.

Pity, he's my friend's fianc�, he told me all about you.

And instead of going out with your friend, you're courting her fianc�.

But my friend doesn't live in Palermo, she's a teacher in a village near here.

- Partinico, I believe. - What's her name?

Caterina Lo Monte.

The bank manager's daughter.

Forgive me, Odette.

I really hoped I'd meet you again...

but last night I was afraid...

And all because of a misunderstanding.

- Now tell me about you? - I don't have much to say.

I look after the few small properties my father managed to keep on to.

But tell me, what is it that made you want to come and visit Sicily?

I talked about tourism, but I'm only here for professional reasons.

A French magazine I work for asked me to write an article on the Mafia.

- Mafia? - Yes.

- What have you found out? - Not much, to be honest.

But enough to work out that it's organised banditry.

That's a lie! No, it's not like that at all...

It's justice.

Dictated by a clean conscience and real honour.

- What do you know? - Nothing, I'm just saying.

Sorry, Odette, but I must go.

We'll meet another day, I'll find you.

You didn't even ask me where I'm staying.

Perhaps it's for the best.

- What more do you want? - I need your help.

- I told you all I know, believe me. - And it was the truth...

but I found that guy dead in Rome.

I want to know the name of the other one, there were two of them.

That's what the caretaker told Don. Calogero.

- I don't know, I swear. - Were there two of them or not?

I want the name of the second man.

Leave me alone, I don't want any trouble.

You won't have any trouble, you have my word.

If you tell me who it is we might be able to save him...

and the money we're giving to his family we'll give to you.

I don't know his name but I can tell you he's in the Mafia.

- You're lying! - No, it's the truth, I swear.

On my mother's grave, he's in the Mafia, that's all I know.

In the Mafia? Who is he?

I don't know, I only know him by sight.

Okay, I'll see you tonight by the crooked tree.

You'll show me.

Approved and signed by their notary...

all you have to do is sign and the land is yours.

Not until I give you the cheque.

Here, it was already prepared.

A toast.

Thank you, your honour.

By the way, I was forgetting...

Wait twenty days before registering the deeds.

I'm having some tax problems, I'll call you.

I hope you'll have everything sorted out by then.

I'm telling you these taxes are getting heavier for everyone.

If I have to be honest, I sold my land precisely because of the taxes.

- Your copy of the deeds. - Thanks.

The first act is over, just as the author intended, modesty aside.

Sit down.

Tell me about Rome. Poor Impeliteri.

He was a good man, but, as they say, rather him than me.

Don't worry about it. It went well, he didn't suffer much.

Forget about that for now.

What are we going to do about the excavations?

I'm no expert but I'm guessing it's going to cost millions.

Hundreds of millions, you mean. Hundreds.

You really are imbeciles.

What use would the land be if I hadn't thought of the most important thing?

I can't tell you about it yet.

All I'll tell you is that I'm changing bank.

Let's call it some financial acrobatics.

But, officially, we won't even talk about the excavations.

No one must suspect a thing, and we'll keep the law off our backs.

Understood?

- I'll explain when the time is right. - When we've made our money.

And, if anyone gets in the way, they'll end up like Don. Spano.

- Isn't that right? - I'll decide that.

The time and the place, if it's necessary.

I repeat, no tricks, at least for now.

Relax, we won't do anything until you give us the order.

If we want this to work, we've got to put all the blame on the Mafia.

If necessary we'll kill in silence, just like the others.

Yes, I know.

But only on my order.

And no initiatives, understood?

Remember, we could all go to prison for a long time if we're not careful.

Don. Giuliano, I'm desperate.

- Help me, I need you. - What is it, my child?

My father... No, it's impossible, I can't.

- Forgive me. - Confess, unburden your soul.

Faith in God will help you get through it.

Forgive me, Father, I don't know, I can't...

- Did anyone see you? - No, I haven't seen a soul.

Quick, follow me.

Wait here for a moment.

You'll have a good view from there.

You'll tell me who he was sitting next to...

and how he was dressed, you'll describe him as best you can.

I'm going. I'll see you after the meeting.

- What are you thinking, Turi? - Nothing, Don. Calogero.

You looked deep in thought.

- Are you worried? - No, it's nothing.

It's nothing important, a personal matter.

Good evening.

The trip to Rome didn't have a favourable outcome.

That man was killed before Turi got a chance to speak to him.

Perhaps someone knew of our intentions...

and they killed him to avoid the consequences.

I have permission from the investigating judge, and I've spoken to Francesco.

Some new evidence has emerged that wasn't presented at the trial.

They weren't murdered for the money, as the court decided.

But something far worse, orchestrated by a devious and calculating mind.

Don. Spano was waiting for the courier to receive 20 million, sent by his father...

for the purchase of land...

on which lie the ruins of a Greek city, the caretaker mentioned a treasure.

Someone must have found out, and they killed him.

Who is this someone?

We still don't know.

But I have good reason to believe we're going to find out soon.

We're waiting for a false move.

The land purchase agreement has been signed and it's been sold.

There's talk of a cheque for 20 million cashed at the seller's bank...

who, unfortunately for me, isn't in the village, they live outside of Sicily.

Who bought that land?

And who signed that cheque?

That's the point.

Tomorrow I'll see the bank manager, and I'm sure he'll tell me.

But we must proceed carefully for a better chance of success.

I'm sorry, Don. Calogero.

I'm late because my sister had a baby, and I had to go and call the midwife.

- A boy? - No, a girl.

- I'll see you tomorrow, Don. Calogero. - Think of your personal matters.

- Well, who is he? - The man who arrived last...

- Cosimo Maraza. - Yes.

Impossible. Are you sure?

Yes, sir.

- Take this, I'll be back soon. - Thank you.

That must be Carmello and Lituzzo. Show them in.

Bring us some coffee.

- You need us? - Have a seat.

Leave us alone for a minute.

Thanks.

- One of our men is a traitor. - Who's the lunatic?

Calm down, we still don't have proof.

It's Cosimo Maraza.

- That's impossible. - Time will tell.

Listen carefully, tomorrow, at the Santa Caterina festival...

during the procession...

Good morning, Don. Calogero. Can I help you?

- The manager. - One moment, I'll see.

Don. Calogero, please come through.

My old friend, how are you?

It's been a while. Sit down.

I was just on my way out, but it doesn't matter.

- Well, how are you? - I'm managing.

I've been living the quiet life for some time.

Yes, always in the countryside.

What can I do for you?

Some information.

Someone cashed quite a large cheque here a few days ago.

Twenty million, I believe.

I'd like to know who cashed it.

Or is it an office secret?

My dear Calogero, I haven't seen a cheque like that for years.

This is just a poor rural bank.

Our clients are farmers, small savers.

Thousand lira bills, yes, but...

It doesn't matter, it's nothing important.

- I won't keep you, you must be busy. - No.

Excuse me.

Yes, Rome.

I'll call you back myself, your honour.

- Whatever you need, just ask. - Thank you.

Not at all.

Not at all.

- What is it that's so urgent? - We need to talk.

Not now, I have an appointment with Odette and I'm already late.

- You're looking good. - It's important, Odette can wait.

That wouldn't be nice. Come on, don't be like that.

You know, you look even more beautiful.

Let's go to her.

- What a lovely surprise. - It's great to see you again.

Shall we sit down? I'll offer you something.

It really is a lovely surprise. Please, sit down.

I'm waiting on a call from Paris.

- You're my guest today, okay? - You know I can't, I have to teach.

- I only have two hours. - I knew it.

I come all the way from Paris and you won't spend a day with me.

Please don't insist. I'd love to, but I can't.

No excuses.

Besides, Alberto has invited me to a cocktail party tonight.

You have to come as well, isn't that right?

He's going to introduce me to the nobles of Palermo.

Please, stay with us, until tomorrow morning.

Call whoever you want, the headmaster, caretaker, your father...

- Paris on the line, madam. - Thank you.

I won't be long.

What's up with you now?

I'll never understand women.

Don't let them see you like this. Let's go outside.

Control yourself.

Please, people are looking.

Help me, Alberto. Please help me.

Calm down, what is it that's so serious? Come on, tell me.

No, it's nothing.

Thanks all the same.

Go back to her, you'll be more useful.

Let me go!

Where are you taking me? I haven't done anything!

We'll see about that.

What do you want from me?

Why don't you say something? I don't like all this silence.

Take him away. Someone might come.

You stay on guard.

Mercy! What do you want from me?

Mercy?

Did you have any when you shot Don. Carlo Spano?

When you barbarically killed his courier!

- It's not true, it wasn't me. - Who, then? If it wasn't you.

Talk!

I don't know anything.

- Do you recognise this? - No, I don't recognise it.

Look at it properly.

I told you, I've never seen it before!

- Talk or I'll cut you! - I've got nothing to say!

I'll talk.

I'm waiting. Talk!

I'm innocent, it was Impeleteri, he shot them.

Who killed the accountant in Rome? Who's the real gang boss?

I don't know.

- The judge. - What judge?

- I'm scared, he'll kill me. - I said talk!

The bank manager, he's the real boss. He was behind it all.

Bring him here. I'll take care of him.

Hurry!

So I said to myself...

I'm getting old, I've made my money...

Why not go home and try to set up some sort of business.

Between you and me, America is a great place.

But you get homesick when you've been away for so long.

I talked to everyone in the village and they all recommended you.

Thank you very much.

And thanks to all the people in the village who offer me their trust.

Undoubtedly deserved, believe me.

- What did you say your name was? - Giovanni Miscetta.

- You're not from this province? - No, I was born in Trapani.

What brings you here?

I'd say it's all down to luck.

I don't have any friends or family in my village anymore...

so my real village is Sicily in general.

I opened a map, I threw a sharpener...

and luck wanted me to choose this village.

- And you, your honour. - I'll think about it.

I might have something for you.

- You can't tell me what it's about? - No, not for the moment.

I'd prefer not to reveal too much for now.

However, I can assure you that it's a great deal.

Gold... Gold and precious artifacts.

Antiques of inestimable value.

- An archeological dig? - No, not quite.

Just some rumours I heard.

Yes? What rumours?

Nothing, a piece of land that cost one the locals their life.

It's the first I've heard of it.

Continue, I'm interested.

It's just village talk.

They also say you bought that land.

But it's village talk, just words.

- Who told them that? - The previous owner.

It's true, I bought it.

But I only found out after it had happened.

These stories don't interest me.

I've got 100 million to invest.

Try to think of something we can do together.

If something comes to mind, call me.

Thanks for your time, and excuse the interruption.

I'll be leaving now, thank you.

- I think I'm in trouble. - I know, I heard everything.

- Just give me the word. - And we'll be saved, I know.

Do you know who he is?

Don. Carlo Spano's father.

You know where to find me.

- Who was it? - The judge.

It was the judge.

Let's go.

Where are you going?

I forgot, I have an important meeting at headquarters.

If anyone asks, I've gone to Palermo.

What do you want from me? It was Filippo!

It was Filippo!

It was him, he's the murderer!

Stop! What are we doing? This is crazy!

Good, Turi.

Good, you did well.

We're not bandits.

We can't and we won't dish out justice alone.

His fate is sealed, he'll spend the rest of his days in jail.

We'll hand him over to the law.

Get him!

Enough, Turi. This man belongs to the law.

Take him away.

Let's go.

Who's there?

Salvatore Paternot, in the name of the law, I declare you under arrest.

...and so, therefore...

I ask that he is sentenced to life...

for the murders of Carlo Spano and his caretaker, for the purpose of theft.

the accused, Cosimo Maraza.

That you sentence for the murder of Don. Jack Spano...

the fugitive defendant Filippo Zaccaria Incontumascia...

to life imprisonment.

I ask that there is no case to answer against the accused...

Impeleteri, Alfio, and Sciarino, Domenico.

alias, the Judge...

for his complicity in the murders.

As for the last of the accused.

Gentlemen of the court.

I don't think I need to say any more to convince you of this man's guilt.

The solid, clear, and irrefutable, testimony of the porter in Rome...

should be enough to convince you of this criminal's guilt.

The sentencing of Salvatore Paternot, alias Turi, has been laid down...

and I ask that he too is found guilty of murder for the purposes of revenge.

In accordance with article 575 of the Penal Code...

and sentenced to 24 years incarceration with no right of appeal.

Silence.

Or I'll have them clear the court.

A word from the defence.

Your honour, gentlemen of the court.

What may seem today like a regular murder trial...

instead represents a deep and human case of conscience.

aside from justice.

And I appeal to your deepest feelings...

as you examine the conscientious actions of this young man.

There's a man outside this court...

The only one who has the right to make you aware of facts...

which, for reasons of omerta, haven't come to light yet.

Therefore, I ask the court to hear a new witness.

- What is the name of this witness? - Don. Calogero Virzi.

Let's hear the testimony of Don. Calogero.

Bring in the witness, Virzi, Calogero.

Gentlemen of the court.

It isn't the five years of unjust incarceration that I suffered...

The oath!

First swear to tell the truth, and nothing but the truth.

- Do you swear? - Yes, I swear.

Not a man, or a member of the Mafia, or whatever you want to call it...

do I wish to defend

But simply, and uniquely...

to make you aware, that the accused...

acted in the name, and for the triumph of justice.

You cannot compare him to those other vulgar murderers...

protected by a code of honour, who committed these atrocious crimes.

Turi is innocent, he's an honourable man.

He's innocent and I'll prove it.

He's leading the jury.

Motion denied.

The witness may continue.

The sea that breaks the waves against the rocks.

The sea I dream of.

By the island I'll never return to.

With a bitter tear I leave you.

But I'll forget all the bitterness.

The Mafioso is my horse.

The Mafioso is my rifle.

The Mafioso is the prayer of this real land.

Tremble, bullies, loansharks, and crooks...

The real Mafia is here, justice will be done.

Usher, close that window.

Maestro, the police are coming!

Subtitled by Turi October 2013