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"Having regard
to the urban development law,

"articles 765 and 517,"

"we sentence Odoacre Manzo,"

"owner of Edilizia Tiburtense,"

"to 18 months imprisonment,"

"a 3 220 000 lire fine
and to pay the court costs."

"Furthermore, we request that the walling
he commissioned be dismantled,"

"as in the detailed annex
previously mentioned,"

"in the said zone, with immediate effect."

"In the name of the Italian people,
we enforce the judgment."

We're ready, Judge.

Proceed.

Please sign here.

-Thank you.
-Let's go.

Welcome back, Mr. Bonifazi.

We hear
you were promoted to investigating judge.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Your work has increased, right?

As everything else.

Good day, sir.

Mr. Lorenzo Santenocito,

CEO of Plast S.p.a.,
plastic construction profiles,

of the construction company
Prati Clementini&Pomezia Sud,

of Santenocito Strade,
of Immobiliare Laziomio,

of the holding company Fides,
of Giannutri Oggi&Domani.

Vice president
of the hotel group Sicilia Ovest

and of Maiolicati Torsillo e Santenocito.

Managing Director
of Società Laziale Laterizi,

of L.S. Import…

You go to Tor San Lorenzo campsite?

You're not the first I pull up.

You know why I give you a lift?

To tell you what I think
of people like you.

Who look down on people like me
but want to be chauffeured by our cars.

Who call us exploiters, yet exploit us.

And you're right, mind you.

Because most tolerate you,
instead of crushing you.

The campsite?

You know what I'd do with your campsites?

No, I wouldn't ban them.

I'd issue an edict to fence them
with high voltage barbed wire.

And I'd throw in guys like you,

those under 25 years old, shaved bald.

16 hours of hard work for conscientious
objectors, anarchists, Maoists…

Pain for everyone.

Like us, who went to war and who work,

yes, we work hard
for our country's prosperity.

Who old are you?

I bet you're going to say 26
to avoid the edict.

You don't understand
but have me keep talking.

Get out, you dipshit!

Fascist! Son of a bitch!

President of Roma Pulita Association.

CEO of Banca Cooperativa Industriale,

of Rinascita cement company
and Trinacria landholding.

President of Polisportiva Tirrena,

auditor of Slia Detersivi Biodegradabili.

Sole administrator of Sup S.p.a.,

adviser of Charyde Film.

CEO of drug company Centro-Sud.

Look how he overtakes on that bend!

Let's bring the party to him.

What are you talking about?
Mr. Santenocito is well connected.

Hello, guys!

He always talks his way out of tickets.

Let's get revenge on this one.

DA'S OFFICE - COURT OF ROME
FISHING MAGAZINE

REAL ESTATE FRAUD TOLCALDARA

TRAFFICKING OF HOUSEMAIDS
FROM MADAGASCAR

The concierge entered
the girl's room at ten.

Miss!

Oh, my God!

After an inspection,
the police immediately called

Dr. Brunori, who arrived at 10:25,
closely examined the body

and told me the following.

A preliminary examination shows

evidence of bruising on the body.

In other words, she was beaten.
An important detail.

The wounds and bruises, though prominent,
do not appear to have been treated.

It should be noted that I carefully placed
the body and blankets back

to where I found them: in perfect order,

which leads me to assume
the intervention of an unknown person.

No, Judge, sir.

I didn't call the police
instead of Dr. Silvestri of 2nd floor

because I suspected

that she had died of violent death.

-You didn't?
-No, sir.

But when I called Dr. Silvestri's
they told me:

"He is at the clinic."
At the clinic: "He is at the hospital."

At the hospital: "He is in the lab."

-Ok, I get it.
-It's just that doctors

are too venal, nowadays.

Just like Mr. Tartaille's dog:

you run after him,
he runs after the quail.

That's how it is.

To sum up, you didn't suspect

that the girl's death

might be not natural.

At what time had she
come home the night before?

I know not.
She usually went through the garage.

Through the garage.

Yes, so I would see her little.

After all, she lived alone. Full stop.

"Lived alone." I know where to put
"full stop", you don't need to tell me.

Just wanted to help, sir.

How come she lived alone, so young?

To find out more about her,
ask her parents.

Can I go now?

Did she see her parents often?

-Yes, frequently.
-Barely.

Frequently or barely?

For instance, we'd invited her over
for dinner on the day of the tragedy.

She called me to tell me

she had to meet
someone important that night,

but we don't know who.

You know, we hate waste.

So we invited a neighbor,
the widow Casciotti,

who did the meal justice.

Then, the morning after…

You see, Judge--

That morning,
the concierge called to tell us that…

Our beautiful girl…

Judge, sir,
though we didn't leave together,

her filial caring was always

one in a million.

If you had met her…

Happiness incarnate.

We called her chaffinch.

You see,
we have serious financial straits.

My wife, teacher of pick instruments,

gets a very small pension.

And she's also diabetic, sir.

And me, "no bread for the poets".

Although I'm a painter.

We don't care.
Stick to the facts, please.

I'm a faithful and trusty woman,

tell it to that cuckold of my husband!

Goodbye.

Reality is awful, Judge…

Fantasy is much better.

Our baby quit studying very soon

and got into the "big pot".

-Big pot?
-Yes, she made good money.

Took care of us. Even mud baths this year.

You just said "big pot".

What do you mean by "big pot"?

In what sense?

What kind of job she had?

-Public relations?
-You're asking me?

-Well…
-You gotta know, not me.

She frequented, received and was
received… She "explicated" herself.

Nice environments, gentlemen.

Big shots of commerce and industry.

Foreigners.

People from Milan, few from Rome.

Silvana spoke English.

Big hotels, jet society.

Let's tell him about that boy.

You think they really don't know
what kind of job she was doing?

-No?
-I think they don't.

There's an episode

that enlightens our baby's personality.

-Shall I tell?
-Tell me, tell me.

One year, she became estranged,
that's to say she fell in love.

Of a young boy.

A bum! She even wanted to marry him!

So she did quit her "explicating".

No more earnings, no more giving to us.

See what love is capable of?

This "young bum" is by any chance…

Sirio Roscioni?

How do you know?

I questioned him, he plays basketball
and studies as a radio technician.

He plays and doesn't make a dime.

Go on and don't digress, please.

Yes, deprived of our baby's subsistence,

we had some tough time.

In fact, one night, driven by hunger,

we went to Tito's.
We hoped to make some cash,

'cause my husband,
besides painter, is also a semi-baritone.

They drove us away, street musicians

are a closed mob
in which you cannot enter.

Dad!

-Mom!
-My daughter!

I still can see her, Judge…

Whining and crying she said: "Mom!

"forgive me for the trouble I caused you!"

It's over between me and Sirio.
I left him."

Are you moved, aren't you, Judge?

So, the wretched girl left
who was "plotting" to marry her

and went back to the "right way".

We had more good times then,

I even got a new dental plate.

You thought he was the father of a whore
without knowing.

He's a son of a bitch
and he damn well knows it.

For the last time,

tell me what kind of job you got her into.

Excuse me,
"got her" is not the right phrase.

It is.

You fairly search concrete facts.

But life is ambiguous.

That's its magic.

Name some of those important "gentlemen".

We weren't into that…

Come on, spit it out.

Who was that guy who recommended her

to the Standa department stores?

-Come on.
-Yes, Mr…

Santo…

-Santo Antonio.
-Yea, and St. Francis too.

No, the guy who also owns Plast,

that plastic factory.

-Plast?
-Yes.

Santenocito?

Yes, that's the right name.

He was kind enough to write
a letter of recommendation for her.

It's all I need, you can go now.

Yes, let's go.

-Good.
-Just go.

Morning, professor,
are the results ready?

Calm down, haste is a poor advisor.

Hi.

-Miss Carmen!
-Yes, professor?

Tell Mazzetti to get the papers
about that dead girl,

we got judge Bonifazi here.

-How are you?
-Fine, thanks. And you?

-I'm tired.
-Me too.

Can you tell me something in advance?

She had nice boobs.

Let's go check out the results.

How's your constipation?

You gave me boiled prunes,
some medicine.

I'm against medicines, you know.
I'll tell you how it goes…

Constipation is often an excuse
to spend hours inside the bathroom,

'cause it's the place where

intimacy fights its battle
against the social confusion outside.

Man came from shit and there returns,

thanks to goddamn progress!
Don't you agree?

-Yes.
-Who's imposing industrial civilization?

-Agnelli and Marx.
-And Donald Duck.

Mazzetti, what about the results?

Something for you.

-What?
-Hunting and fishing.

This smells!

Just a bit high. It's a dead bird
with a dead fish inside.

-Has to do with this case?
-No.

Or maybe yes, who knows.

Killed by the wastes
of plastic factory Plast,

stock company… bad company.

Owned by Santenocito.

-The contractor?
-That also.

He managed to build his factory
with public money.

And you're trying to get him
for pollution. Aren't you fixated?

-I could have eaten that fish.
-I wish.

You hate progress
'cause it poisons citizens,

but what do you do about it?

I don't give a damn about citizens,

they all wish to become industrialists
and poison others.

Haven't you judges realized yet

that these Italian people

deserve a big nothing?

You go on and defend 'em!

Some deserve…
and who doesn't will be punished.

You're saying we don't deserve?

What you gonna do, Robespierre?
Cut our heads off?

For doctors just financial punishments,
you'll suffer more.

Bad joke.

We won't laugh, right, Mazzetti?
Put that chicken in the fridge.

Save one leg for the professor.

Here.

-Let me see.
-You won't understand.

"Death is to be set
between midnight and 2 a.m.

"She didn't die because of the beatings,"

hits were violent but not deadly."

-How did she die then?
-Let's see.

"Analysis of intestine
and kidneys content."

"Alteration of kidney ducts." What's that?

She died
from some opium-derived substance.

Drugs?

If she was alive would you prosecute her?

What did she do anyway?

Well… she "explicated" herself.

A whore?

Well, yes. What kind of opiates?

It would take a gas chromatography.

Do it, please.

What about the mechanics of the death?

Just one theory… She may not have died

in her bed.

Someone put her there afterwards?

It is possible.

Good morning, Don Manzi.

-So?
-While you wait,

-you might wanna look at this.
-Come.

So, how is it going
with the signatures against divorce?

Well.

I'm gonna sign.

What's this?
Convocation from the courthouse--

It's for a testimony.

What testimony?

Tell 'em not to bother me.

-Mr. Santenocito?
-Yes.

I'll be right back.

Tell Compiobbi I'll buy the De Chirico

but I want certification from the notary.

Dear!

Be patient.

Congratulations, Procurator!

Judge Bonifazi!

-Bonifazi!
-Here we go.

Morning.

Have you closed the case
of the junkie bitch yet?

No, I haven't.

I'm waiting for some more examinations.

In the meantime go talk
with the ex-boyfriend, that young kid.

Done. That night he was in Faenza
with his basketball team.

-Came back on Sunday night.
-Too bad…

I summoned Santenocito twice,
but he didn't show up yet.

Santenocito?

Yes, him. Apparently, he knew the girl.

If he doesn't show up today
I'll send the Carabinieri to pick him up.

Wait, now…

-Don't you stew anymore?
-Stew?

You're always stewing.
"Come on", "close it".

Suddenly you're not in a hurry anymore?

What hurry? I was just advising you
in a friendly way.

No friendly advice, please.

Just wait till I'm done.

You can't reject
my respectful collaboration.

Respectful what? You're always pushing.

I know you have it in for me,

you wanna drag me
into some specious polemic!

And I have no intention
of letting you do it.

I don't do "specious polemics".

What is this fervor then,

judge Bonifazi?

Don't call me fanatic,

you asked for recidivism
for the theft of two pounds of apricots!

So it's this.

You have the excessive fervor of a man
of very little moral independence.

You suffer from legislative walleye.

I won't allow such demagogic aggression.

You take back everything you said,
right now!

If I'm a demagogue, what are you then?

You take back!

-And you answer!
-And cure your nerves!

You cure yours!

If I'm a demagogue, what are you?
A fascist?

Answer me.

And avoid approaching me
in the hallways with that tone!

I know my duties! I don't need
you to teach 'em to me!

I'm a magistrate!

-Me too!
-I also am a magistrate!

Luckily there were no casualties.

The building has been declared not usable

and it's been evacuated and closed.

I believe it crumbled

under the weight
of too many overdue lawsuits.

What do you think about this accident?

I only know that these things
didn't happen in the old days.

Like the ragman divides rags from paper,

so we do

with these ragged papers.

Judicial hearings are
temporarily suspended

Emergency locations are being opened

for judiciary offices in trial courts,
schools and barracks.

You follow and help out.

No!

Never three in a row!

-One puff?
-No!

Ingegner Santenocito.
La prego di seguirmi.

What an abuse! Drive me home,
I can't show up like this!

Sir, I tried to reach you all day,

I have orders to take you
to the investigating judge right away.

Sorry.

Where are we going?

Aren't we going to the courthouse?
Where are you taking me?

We're almost there.

Somebody's gonna pay for this,

drag me around dressed in a costume.

It's a disgrace! I might as well
put on the helmet too.

I hope there's photographers too,
nice impression we'll make!

Where are we?

Guards out!

Tanks? What happened here… a coup?

-What?
-A military takeover?

Not at all, sir.

The TV talked about it,
we're here temporarily.

This way.

"Some are always playing,
some always working.

"When the State is having a heyday,"

"the thief makes his money"

and the government doesn't pick on him."

Gioachino Belli never gets old.

Authoritarian abuses
in a totalitarian country are deplorable,

…"prevaricationism" indicating
the highest grade of "repressivity",

is the one availing
of the highest concession

of collective designation,

dear sir.

I only get "dear sir".

Let me translate in vulgar.

The worst kind of abuse takes advantage

of the power given by the community.

You get it, now?

Listen…

That's "The Silence",
so lower your tone and sit down.

You are Lorenzo Santenocito,
born in Trapani on November 28th, 1923.

Profession, entrepreneur.

You work mainly in Rome…

The more they stink, the more they strut.

I could squash you like a fly.

One phone call

and you're off to Pantelleria.

Or better yet… Filicudi.

Fiscal residence, Ardea of course.

Look.

Who is this?

So you don't know her?

It's a girl who died in mysterious
circumstances, it was in the papers.

Still in 1969,

you recommended this girl
for a job in Standa.

Judge, your vision

about my economic operator
activity is twisted.

I move at an oligarchic level.

A businessman who maintain a relationship

with anyone
who got a recommendation from him

might as well maintain it
with the end-user of the finished product.

With who?

The end-user of the finished product,
that's the consumer.

Why don't you just say "consumer"?

Gosh!

Because I reject the dullness
of undifferentiated terminology.

More words, more ideas.

I like the language "cohesional"

and de-simplified.

Tell me… what would you say
besides "de-simplified"?

De-simplified? Complicated.

Complicated?

Yes, complicated.

Yes, ok… anyone can say that.

Your name is Lorenzo,
has anyone ever called you just Renzo?

I couldn't prevent that, why?

'Cause in the dead girl's notebook

there's a Renzo, with his phone number:

-39 12 793.
-It's not mine.

We already know that.

It's the Rowers Club,
of which you are a member.

Renzo?

Do you think it is such an unusual name?

You know how many Renzos are rowers?

Yes, if they're not named Renzo,
they're not accepted.

We're both comedians, aren't we?

Humor comes from freedom,

if one is missing,
the other's missing too.

Is that linked to our case?

Yes, it is.

The exercise of justice in a repressive
environment such as barracks

is a disturbance of the freedom
of the witness.

Here, you're my superior
and I am the subordinate.

We're here 'cause the courthouse,

built by dishonest contractors

and obliging politicians,

was falling on our heads.

Why are you using that tone, judge?

Maybe 'cause I'm a contractor too?
Is that a crime?

Will you arrest me for that?

Are we in Russia? Or China?

Or maybe because I'm Sicilian?

Of course not, you're only here
to answer my questions.

I did answer, but I still don't know
what you really want from me.

Where were you the night
between May 7th and 8th?

Why that exact night?

'Cause it's the night the girl died.

You're asking me
for an alibi then, finally.

Of course. In Italy, it is mandatory

for the citizens to always carry
around a standard alibi.

And show it at any request
of the authority.

-Can I ask you a question?
-No! I do that!

Who's always carrying an alibi?
Criminals.

That's why I don't have it.

Should I remember
what I did ten days ago?

I do a million things every day.

Ten days ago I may have been in Berlin.

-I often go to Berlin! And Munich too!
-Keep your voice down!

I can't remember it all.
We're not in Caracalla hot baths!

At night, exhausted from work,
I stay with my family.

Is that an alibi?

No! Family can only witness against you!

I'll decide that.

I stay home! With my wife and my dad,

who by the way is very sick!

What's left for someone like me?

Hated and victimized as businessman.

-While being in fact a proletarian.
-Just answer my questions.

What'll happen, when all is in the hands
of bureaucrats and politicians?

What will be left for me?

Besides the family! Which I love!

I just remembered.

That night I played "Scopetta"
with my dad.

Not Poker or Bridge,
the very Italian Scopetta, is that clear?

I'll see you.

Where are you going?
Have I told you to leave?

What makes you think we're done?
You'll leave when I tell you to.

You can go now.

Mister…

Your helmet.

You had calls from MP Menchelli,
senator Lagona,

attorney Badalamenti.

And from the Hilton, Mr. Blo…

Bloomfield. Who else?

Names!

MP Coppò, or Coppolò,
Mr. Piglialongo, Vanzi.

-Then?
-Attorney Balzani, senator Spanò,

Dr. Trapani, countess Gori,
general Merechinò…

Mrs. Caruso, MP Ricci.

-What did they want from me?
-To know what happened.

Nothing happened, just a testimony.

Nothing!

Lorenzo!

"Lorenzo"…

What else you got for me tonight, Lord?

Bad news.

With your vocation to bad news every night

you really disintegrated my "spheres".

Spit it out.

Your father, who is closed in his room

'cause that witch Greta took a day off,

broke the dresser mirror,
the poor old man.

I saw you making the "horns" gesture.

The great Santenocito is superstitious.

He's afraid of death,
of hunger, of revolution.

He gets off the bed with the right foot
and scratches the balls of a statue.

Shut your mouth.

This zeal about your father-in-law is
just snobbery.

You wanna look like an unusual housewife,

while you're just a squirt
with a vocation for extravagance.

Mean people confuse love for others
with extravagance.

Nice, where have you read it?

Where have you been?

In court… in a barrack actually,
for nonsense.

Make up a better lie!

You're a pig and a pimp.

Yes, a pimp, in fact, I married you.

You married me for another reason!

To get support for your business
in old war junk. Those English trucks.

Mom was right, she wanted to report you
to marshal Montgomery.

Talk, talk.

Coward!

Menopause!
What infamies are committed in your name!

Laugh, Lavinia! Unload your neurosis!

But don't pull me into your hysteria,

tonight I'm in a great mood!

I bet I can spoil it.

I bet you can't.

-I think I will.
-I think you won't.

Your daughter is pregnant.

What the…

See, jerk?

Giugi!

Let's give freedom to kids!

Giugi!

What?

Mom told me…

Are you pregnant? Tell me you're not!

You're boring.

I told her just for joking.

Nice joke, she took it seriously.

She can't tell what from what.

Today,
an 18-year-old virgin is an exception.

But this world, so wicked as it is,
does not need exceptions?

Only clean consciences can save it.

Keep yourself pure,
don't throw yourself away, men are wolves.

Sorry, but… tonight

daddy is a bit down.

Then pull yourself up
'cause you're squashing me.

Rascal.

I know you.

You do love me but…

you don't admire me… is that right?

No, I do admire you.

Then tell me: "Dad, I admire you
for this, this and this".

Dad, I admire you for this, this and this.

Right.

Stay pure.

And most important,

let's always stick together like this.

-Hello?
-It's me again.

I got a notion.

What if behind this raving judge

there's a scheme orchestrated by Lercari?

Scheme? What makes you think that?

'Cause I refused to finance his party.

I could talk to the minister myself,

but you better say something as my lawyer.

If it's the consequence of a scheme…

You're not making sense.

Sometimes I wonder how you made such money
with such a crazy head.

You really think a magistrate would play
that kind of game?

Some recent cases are just exceptions,
they're not your peers.

Alright, I can relax then.

Of course.

You have nothing to do with it, right?

I swore on my daughter.

Yes. I think it's gonna end up soon.

You didn't tell me the name of this judge

Bonifazi.

I cannot relax anymore?

Not that much.

I'll tell you this.

In just one day he issued
39 arrest warrants

for abuses in the juvenile institutes.

He's a tough one.

Have you spoken to your father?

I'm going right away.

Call me back tomorrow morning.

-Good evening.
-Good evening, sir.

-Have you put him to bed already?
-Yes, but I don't think he's asleep yet.

-Daddy!
-Who is it?

-How are you?
-Bad.

-Why?
-'Cause you came visit me.

You're rude.

I'm rude because you never come visit me.

You're right, but I'm always so busy.

Hush! Listen!

Come, listen to this.

Do you hear that? It's a violin.

It only plays

with the full moon.

I see. Come, dad.

It comes from the beech woods,
near the agricultural school.

-Of course.
-Who might that be?

-Have a seat, dad.
-Maybe some lunatic.

Let's play cards.

Or maybe some desperate.

Cut.

-Scopetta?
-Yes, like that night.

Like Saturday 7th, remember?

When we played all night.

That Saturday when Lavinia and Giugi

went to Ischia!

That's right.

The vessels sail

For far off lands

Actually, we didn't play that late.

I think we finished around ten

and you went out.

Play, dad. Good, you scored one point.

What point? I can't take
a five and a six with an ace--

I played the ace, you the six.
You scored one.

What the hell are you saying?

You're mistaking…

I never went out that night,
I stayed here, playing with you.

My son, why are you trying to make me say

you stayed here that night?
Maybe because of your wife?

You don't want her to know you went out

to meet some whore maybe?

No!

Be honest.

What are you talking about?

It's just a mnemonic exercise prescribed
by the doctor.

To remember what happened

a certain day at a certain hour.

-Got it?
-I got it.

But to prove I don't need

any "mnemonic exercise",

I say you're holding a six of cups

and a two of coins.

Right?

See? You're already better.

Say, dad…

Maybe it's just my impression, but…

You seem a bit cranky. What's wrong?

Of course I'm cranky,

I'm always locked here alone like a dog.

Let's do a thing.

Let's go on that trip we talked about

many years ago.

We escape. You and me.

What a great idea,

my son!

We leave right now!

We'll take a pick-up truck.

With a tent, a flashlight and burner.

And a hunting rifle too.

You and me, like when you were a kid.

I'll finally get out of here.

I'm not sick anymore, I'm well now.

I'm alert, I have a good memory.

We'll see endless forests,

rivers wide as the sea.

-We'll take the steamboat…
-Let me talk, dad.

-What?
-Listen good.

There's a…

A magistrate harassing me,

about something I didn't do.

If it turns out that the night
of Saturday 7th…

You follow me, dad?

I was here, nothing happens. Otherwise…

The judge won't let me leave.
goodbye Africa.

I cannot tell lies to a judge.

It's not even a lie.

Maybe it won't be necessary.
But if he asks you,

you gotta say the truth,

that is, I was with you that night.

Is that clear?

It is!

You want me to commit perjury again.

-Fuck you!
-I won't talk to no judge.

Last time

you almost got me arrested!

But you wouldn't care!

That's why you talk
about the trip to Africa! You're a crook!

But I will tell the truth!

You went out that Saturday!

What truth? You're senile!
You're demented!

You're mad!

You hear violins.

I told you I can hear it, but I don't!

-It's not true.
-It's in your head, the violin!

It's not true!

What trip? I'll have you locked up!

Let's see who is more stubborn!

There was a violin.

Idiot! Fool!

There was!

Butter cappellini, a piece of Parmigiano,
a quarter of red and a half water.

And two gratin sardines while I wait.

Just two and without garlic.

-There's garlic.
-Bring 'em anyway.

-No prunes?
-No. Listen,

I'm waiting for a call. Can you tell
Maria Teresa to cut it out? Thank you.

The judge is waiting for a phone call.

Just one more minute.

Innocenti Mini Minor: the youngest
four-wheeled thing you can find.

Mini Minor MK3.

Un-deformable Chicco pacifier.
Made with soft rubber, it keeps its shape

and doesn't cause any mouth irritation,
even after months.

Chicco really does think of everything.

Sorry, I'm late. May I?

Please.

You can leave the bag there.

Ah, yes.

This traffic is a disaster.

You look good.

Waiter, a coffee, please. Thanks.

Is this where you usually eat?

Nice place.

It's got something.

Talk to me, accountant Cerione.

Your honor… Irma isn't happy anymore.

I feel she doesn't love me anymore.

You asked to see me to tell me that?

You're still resentful after
all these years. I'm sorry about that.

-A bit of grappa.
-Yes.

Don't talk about resentment,

when I left Irma I only felt despise.

Fair enough.

What do you want from me then?

A bit more, don't be afraid.

Your honor…

I'm here to make a righteous request.
Your wife still loves you.

Still wants to be addressed
as Mrs. Bonifazi.

Why don't you two come back together?

Don't get me wrong.

I love her, but it's for your happiness.

Take her back, Dr. Mariano,

"Amor omnia vincit."

Listen, talking about love at our age

is a bit gross. Did she send you?

For God's sake!

She doesn't know anything.

I've read her horoscope.

It said
that she's gonna return to an old path.

So you want me

to take her back.

I'll kick your ass right here.

Wait, what about a payment?

Money to take her back?

No, for me to keep her.

Don't answer now, think about it 24 hours.

I'm not here to blackmail you.

Last month she had gall-bladder surgery,

she costs me a lot of money, you know.

Mr. Bonifazi, a call for you!

Just go away.

Go to hell.

Hello? Yes, it's me, put me through.

Hello, Bonifazi?

Hello?

Turn it down.

Good morning, professor, tell me.

We have the results of the exams.

Any good news?

You'll see. I'm not discussing
pharmacology with an ignorant like you.

We found in the girl's kidneys and liver.

traces of a synthetic alkaloid,

similar to heroin.

Which can be found in a German medicine

not sold in Italy.

German medicine?

Yes. Ruhenol.

Write it down. Ruhenol, with an "h".

-Got it?
-Say it again.

Ruhenol.

-Got it?
-Yes, I got it.

-What else?
-Nothing.

Was this the good news?

What did you expect?

Name and address of the murderer?

Alright, thanks, professor. See you.

I often go to Berlin and Munich, so what?

I often go to Berlin and Munich, so what?

I don't know

why they made put on the good suit.

Lorenzo!

Come in, dad.

-Miss Gretel.
-Yes?

Dad, you know these friends.

Mr… miss…

Dad is always complaining
that we keep him inside.

Why don't you go take some fresh air?

At Monte Mario maybe.

We lived in Monte Mario for many years.

Santa Reparata Street.

Dad used to love it. Right, dad?

Santa Reparata? A lovely street.

What a coincidence!
We're going right that way.

We can take you if you like.

We're in the country, near the sea.

Why should I go to Monte Mario

for fresh air?

Lorenzo, who are these people?

There's the nuthouse

in Monte Mario!
That's where you're taking me!

-Come on!
-I'm not crazy!

Don't lock me up! I'm not crazy!

I won't go to the nuthouse!

I'd rather kill myself!

What's happening? Lorenzo!

Mr. Riziero! Don't be a baby!

They're gonna help you there.

I won't go there! I don't wanna!

Be good, grandpa, it's not a hospital.

I'm not crazy!

Get him!

Lavinia! Help me!

Lorenzo!

You're gonna be fine.

What you're looking at?

I can't see pity nor remorse in your eyes.

Pity and power don't get along.

Nice phrase, I'll keep it in mind.

Lorenzo! Why are you locking him up?

Tell me why!

Go away, I'm crying.

Did he bother you that much?
You're a shit!

Would you prefer me in jail
or him in a nuthouse?

-Goodbye, madam.
-Goodbye.

You can go, I'll take a taxi back.

Good morning, I'd like to talk
to Mr. Santenocito's father.

I'm judge Bonifazi.

Mr. Riziero is…

Sorry. Make yourself at home.

Morning.

Excuse me, why still standing?

Lavinia Santenocito.

You wanna talk to… have a seat, please.

No, thanks.

You wanted to see my father-in-law.

Just a few minutes ago… terrible.

Another crisis.
They took him away with an ambulance.

It was him…

What kind of crisis?

The age, poor man, senile confusion.

How fragile we are… aren't we?

We've been considering it for a while,

but we postponed,
you know, we love him.

Why did you want to see him?

Can I at least talk

to your husband?

No, my husband went to town.

He didn't wanna see…

It was a heartbreaking scene.

Would you like a drink, judge?

No, thanks.

Maybe just a Ruhenol pill?

Excuse me?

Ruhenol.

It's a painkiller, good for my headache.

I got it too. It's the weather changing.

What's it called again?

Ruhenol.

A German specialty.
Does your husband often go to Germany?

Yes, but what's got to do with it?

I can give you something else.

No, thanks, it's getting late,
I better leave. Goodbye.

Lorenzo!

What you're doing here?

Sorry about the curves… this way
we'll get to Rome much faster.

I already thanked you.

It is true that
in the most dreadful times,

random and trivial thoughts come to mind.

Like a man about to be hanged

may notice the executioner's golden tooth.

I happen to think

that a small and funny word

may be the symbol
of something more great and noble.

God?

Dad.

That's also why I'm glad
to give you a ride.

There's a big void at home today.

No point for me to go back home.

Especially because you just got out.

I don't get it.

I don't get why you first pretend
you're not home,

and then you pick me up pretending
you're coming from Rome.

I'll be honest.

You have no other choice.

I decided to talk to you,
that's why I stopped.

And I decided to listen,
that's why I got up.

"Showdown" then.

I don't know that drug,

that Runol, Ruinil…

-Ruhenol.
-Ruhenol, that's it.

And like I already told you,
I don't know that girl.

Dr. Bonifazi…

do you really think I am a murderer?

Look at me, come on.

I look at you, but you look out

for that truck.

I'll tell you how it all happened
in my opinion.

Some punk drugs and beats up the girl

for some filthy reason.
Which we'll eventually figure out.

Realizing she was very sick,
the scum got scared

and took her home.

The bruise
on the forehead might have been caused

by the door or something similar.

If he had called a doctor,

he surely could have saved her.

But he was too afraid of a scandal.

So he left her to die in her bed.

And in this criminal, you're seeing me!

No. Don't put words in my mouth.

But you came looking for my father
to check out my alibi.

I am very concerned,
that's why I wanted to talk to you.

The press is always lurking.

A scandal could indeed break out.

Involving people above suspicion.

People connected to me

by work or friendship.

Authorities from the Capital,

members of Parliament,

undersecretaries…

Or even higher.

I also wanna talk to you due to

a more subtle necessity. For a need to…

To lean on.

-Who to?
-To you.

To someone with a steady moral position.

Even though hostile to me.

I only deal with people

who want something from me.

Or you from them.

Right. See how caustic you are?

Always ready and confident.

Me, on the other hand…

I'm sinking instead.

Doesn't matter
where's the leak in my boat:

the suspects,

the threat of a scandal,

conjugal unhappiness.

"Santenocito Enterprise S.p.a."

"Earthly Paradise", what's that?

In this desolate but beautiful land,

we'll grow centenarian trees.

To replace the burned ones.

Well, "spontaneous combustion".

Cottages…

Single-family…

Schools, malls, daycares,

cow farms, fresh milk,
all near the seafront.

At extremely convenient prices.

-You've got family?
-No.

It doesn't matter.
We also have solutions

for singles.

Very flexible installments,
no problem whatsoever.

Almost for free.

Nice kids.

I often pick 'em up.

I'm all for the young.

They're the future, we're the past.
What do you think?

I just wanna get there within the day.

It's almost two o'clock.

Here they make a delicious "trippa "
with mint and pecorino cheese.

God save us.

Then further on… "Zia Adele" for a soup.

I'm not interested in this soup.

Not the fish soup from Lazio…
the real soup from the Marches.

A short break.

Best trippa I had in months.

I'm glad to see you're not using
your "cohesional" language.

That is occasional, I admit it.

-Thank you.
-Don't thank me. We're splitting.

Five thousand lires.

Robbery.

Well…

A peaceful place

in a world that's peaceful no more.

Dear Mr. Bonifazi.

You know sometimes I think
of giving up everything and become poor.

I'd have friends.
The poor talk to each other.

It's not that hard.

You just get up from bed

without the obsession
of making one more billion

with whom you push uphill

the giant machine you have created.

The machine would recoil and destroy me.

And with me, all those who depend
on my initiatives.

Unfortunately,

we are irreplaceable in society.

Inthis society.

The more I talk to you,
the more I feel I'm losing ground.

Don't talk then.

I can't, I'm a talker. talking is my drug.

I'm aware of that.

I gotta talk to feel alive.

If I shut up, I die of fear.

Look at this mess…

Yes, I'm afraid of death. I'm not ashamed.

Life is too short.

That's why it should be lived
a little more seriously.

No doubt about that.

Do you remember the sea
back when we were kids?

When vacations were an adventure.

When we loved rhymes and stories,

small and simple truths about existence.

Then what happened?

We're left alone.

We spent vacations

between Anzio and Nettuno.

A big hotel, which now is just

ruins inhabited by owls.

I remember the veranda under the stars,

the jazz band, smell of fried fish

mixed with the nice ladies in satin.

We went to Cesenatico.

My father was always dressed in white.

And I had a Jackie Coogan fringe.

I'd put sand in my swimming suit
to get a bulge.

And my mother used to give me
an egg-yolk after bath.

To me a peach.

It's strange.

Man is the only animal

in constant psychological development.

Still, there are obscure barriers

because of which, as adults,
they just can't meet halfway.

So true! Let's tear down
these barriers then!

Let's prove this infamous
incompatibility theory wrong.

Let's talk.

Think back of Cesenatico…

What year was that?

From 1930 to…

I was there too! In 1933! Which baths?

Which bathhouse?

-Rustichelli, near the Politeama.
-Us too!

Of course! Then…

You must be Marianino… or Marianuccio…

Marianino.

Marianino, of course!
With the Coogan hairdo.

That's why I feel

this need to talk to you.

I did recognize you without knowing it.

-We played together, remember?
-Sure.

They called me "pizzangrillo"

-'cause I was so skinny.
-I was kinda fat instead.

I remember.

Once I'd built a big kite
and you broke it.

White, red and green.

Another time you stole
my bread and mortadella.

Pizzangrillo.

Yes, well,
in those days I was kind of a--

Punk.

Well, punk…

And you're still one.

Cause in 1933 I wasn't in Cesenatico.

'Cause Rustichelli doesn't exist.

And I never built a kite.

There isn't one single truth
in all you just said.

-And you tried to bribe me.
-Not true!

You offered me a cottage!

What? You're very wrong.

Why do you think I became a judge?
To get rich? To have a cottage?

You forgot

about your past trials, in '63 and '67.

-For gunrunning.
-I was absolved!

For lack of evidence.

Then you tried to steal your partner's
business and he committed suicide.

He was proven a paranoid!

You provided the certificate.

Not only you looked into my past

but you invited me to lunch
just to frame me!

That was low!

You just set a trap for me!

You set it for me!

You knew I would ask about that Ruhenol.

-You're much smarter than me.
-Maybe.

Now you listen to what I have to say.

I'm sick of defending laws that only

protect your filthy society!

That let people like you prosper!

People like me? What am I? Tell me!

You're an honest citizen, of course.

You don't burn forests, you pay taxes,
you don't bring money abroad.

You respect the environment,
you don't pollute, you don't bribe

and you brake in front of black cats!

Judge!

This judge has decided that when a law

lets some powerful people harm

the collectivity, it needs to be changed!

-That's exactly what I'm saying!
-Don't touch me!

Parachutist!
You're a vile man and a coward!

Yes, I am a coward!
Because you frighten me!

'Cause since the first time I saw
a frightening word in your eyes:

"Ideology"!

You hate me on an ideological level!

You are prejudiced against me!

You're not a good judge!

To Doris Darryll,

for her extraordinary appearance
in the movieThe fiery eyes owl,

The Golden Clam 1971, brava!

I'm very happy to have a "Golden Clam".

I wanna become much better

and a bigger star.

Congratulations, Doris.
I'm so happy for you.

Truly.

Bravo, bravo!

You're a producer?

I'm no producer, no cinema. I'm into oil.

Doris, let's get some pictures.

Excuse me.

Natural.

Like that.

Here.

It's not the right day
but since you're here…

You said they're important guests
from Kuwait?

I would go for a Nordic style,

the caftan people always love it.

Take a look.

Carla, very charming.

Teacher Training College.

Or Marisa, very classy too.

Or someone like Doris,

she should go by the meter.

We got

this natural blonde.

This one too.

This one, no…

Why not? She's the one I was looking for.

But she's dead, poor girl.

That's right. Police.

We found your number on the girl's book.

And judge Bonifazi wants to have a talk
with you, Mr. Roncherini.

Of course, I'll be glad to have a talk.

Roncherini has never been afraid of cops.

SANTENOCITO STREETS INC. ROME

Move that scooter! Come on!

INFIRMARY

Judge Bonifazi!

We got nothing for the press.

I'm not here to ask, but to give.

Why you look at me like that?

We've been ordered not to mention

Santenocito's name in relation

with that dead girl.

Arguable decision
against free information,

and the same happened to other
journals, either private or partisan.

That's what I have for you.

If you wanna return the favor by giving me

the name of the famous singer involved
in that story with teenagers,

I'd be grateful.

Fuck off, I was trying to help.

-I didn't summon your lawyer 'cause--
-I know.

I'm still just a witness,
I learned the procedure.

But this isn't my concern.

I was thinking, following our…

informal meeting,

that I found, besides
some polemic "accentuations",

a certain "syntonization"
about some human "tendentialisms".

But I must admit,
you never really know a man.

That's right. And do you "really" know

this Roncherini Floriano?

You keep me waiting
1 hour and 47 to ask me--

-Do you know him?
-Yes.

Yes. He's a good "public relations man".

Well, not really a man actually…

We often use him
for promotional operations,

conferences, parties, dinners,
and so on.

Is this for a promotional operation?

-What's this?
-The copy of a 300,000 lire check.

Signed by you, addressed to Roncherini.

And then endorsed to Silvana Lazzorini.

-So?
-Three days before she died.

So?

So, under interrogation,

Roncherini said:

Yes, Mr. Santenocito knew very well
Silvana Lazzorini.

What you mean by "very well"?

The same thing you are meaning.

To know in "biblical way".

May I ask why you always denied

knowing Lazzorini Silvana?

Because, because…

It ain't easy to "explicate" the reasons.

You can be accused of perjury.

Judge, come on. Let's speak clear.

I denied, it's true, but you knew.

And I knew you knew why.

We're Italians.

Your theory
about psychological barriers…

Let it go.

Doesn't really apply to Italians.

We're always "accomplicized".

It may take only a wink.

And it's with a metaphorical wink
of an eye

that I'm asking you:

is it so immoral

that a man in my position wishes
not to externalize

his relations with a little whore?

You're talking about a dead girl
and I don't accept winks.

Got it?

Sorry, I want to add that

with that poor girl

I only had one sporadic encounter, so…

Only?

No.

I was just about to add

something that… May I?

Something that Roncherini didn't tell you.

What? Tell me.

Instead, I'm sure that faggot told you.

So I'm telling you myself.

I'll make it short and clear.

In business, you can accomplish more

in one dinner

than in ten meetings.

Good humor and good company.

In these cases,
pretty girls become important

especially if they're also easy.

Let's make it even shorter.

It is custom, during certain dinners,

to introduce pretty girls

to important businessmen?

-Answer yes or no.
-Yes.

Making that man believe

he's actually seduced that girl?

So, due to his vanity,
or maybe his sense of guilt,

he becomes more accommodating

in discussing business.

Cause if you accomplish more
in a dinner room,

you accomplish even more in a bedroom.

Should I say yes or no?

You often brought the deceased Lazzorini

to such dinners?

This, of course, is a crime,
'cause I know what you think.

You don't know what I think!

You just answer, yes or no!

It's false, your honor.

I was passing by

when my motorcycle
unexpectedly broke down.

It was destiny, I saw an open window

and I jumped in.

It was destiny.

Is it true that one time, an American
businessman was made believe that

a certain girl was the daughter

of another businessman
who had a deal to close with him?

Silvana, take Jerry
and teach him the game of "rampazzo". Go.

No, I don't know anything about that.

There are two articles in the penal code,

531 and 536.

Instigation to prostitution?

No, please!

-You know them.
-There's no instigation.

They do what they do
because society is what it is.

As you know well.

And I didn't make society what it is.

They do it 'cause they're paid to.

It wasn't a payment, it was a gift.

They sell themselves

'cause it's the shorter way.

I found her a job in Standa,

why didn't she stay there?

To your knowledge, did she use drugs?

Here we go again.

No. I don't know anything about that.

And I assure you
that it is pure coincidence.

The "cementification" of…

What? What?

The accusations against me… Alright.

Alright, write "evidence against me".

And I reject

your tendency to put me
in the defendant chair.

You keep insisting on this.

You wouldn't even be in that chair

if you could prove where were you
the night between May 7th and 8th.

Again?

Besides your father's testimony,
you have no alibi.

-I only have your word.
-Isn't that enough?

In case of trial, it isn't.

-I'm warning you.
-Trial?

I didn't talk about "alibi",
you didn't record it but,

I just said I seemed to recall

I spent that night with my father.

I didn't expect another interrogatory,

so I haven't thought about that again.

About what?

About where I was that night.
Give me a minute

to try and remember.

Alright… think about it.

And next time bring along your lawyer.

I swear, your honor, it was fate.

Evidently, your fate is to go to jail.

So, have all the documents sent to me

and we'll see what to do in the next
board meeting. Greetings, etc…

How did it go? What did he tell you?

Sit down.

You can go, Miss.

He's pushing for the alibi.

And that night I went to the girl's house.

This is just crazy…
we're down to nursery school.

-And you didn't tell me!
-I didn't even go upstairs.

I just buzzed her from the street,
around 9:30.

She didn't let me in.

She sounded upset and I just went away.

-Don't you believe me?
-No.

You see why I didn't tell you? Idiot.

Who could ever believe

that I just went to check
those woods burned by the fire?

-Has someone…
-No, nobody saw me, dammit.

-Ok, I believe you. She was crying?
-Yes.

She may have been with someone.

What the hell do I know?

Why can't it be a suicide?

Back home we say:

"You're like a rat
when it's raining cats".

I don't pay you to hear proverbs
from Casoria!

He wants to destroy me! Do you understand?

He found out I knew her
and he's using that to nail me!

You need a strong alibi. You need someone.

But who?

Someone in trouble, someone important.

I have it!

Congratulations!

Tessital Silver Plaque

to Giuliana Persico,

for 50 years of activity

in the textile industry.

-Good evening.
-Good evening.

-I heard you were looking for me.
-Yes, congrats for the plaque.

Plaque? Tombstone you mean.

"For constant activity
and great openness".

In fact, I'm closing down.
It's gold… Wanna buy it?

And the bank credit?

Credit? What I got left is a starving dog.

They say we are a people
of martyrs and sailors,

looks like I'm the only martyr here.

I have 200 unsold boats, sail and motor.

… Giorgio Zanetti,
for his entrepreneurial activities

in the show business.

How much do you need to catch a breath?

Half a billion, why?

Do you know someone who's getting rid
of half a billion?

What are you doing on Saturdays?

Nothing, I'm always on my own.

They all turned their back on me
and I don't wanna see nobody.

Why? You wanna take me to dance?

I meant Saturday 7th, 15 days ago.

What you're talking about?

We'll talk later at your factory.

I wish, it's been occupied.

You come to me then,
I can get you that credit from the bank.

I don't get it, are you mocking me?

I'm serious.

But I need a favor as well.

Anything! I'd give you one arm, Lore'!

But of course.

Rome. Delivered by--

deputy mayor Siardi,
prizes from UIS Foundation.

To industrialists and businessmen.

Who excelled

this last year.

Among them, Mr. Santenocito,

for his various activities

and Commendator Del Tomaso.

Two economic operators
who always had the same goal:

a major effect in production activity,

increase of the country's economy

and jobs for all.

"I was in my house near Lake Nemi,

"where Mr. Santenocito arrived"

with his car at about 9 p.m."

That's right.

"We discussed about my activity

"and in particular
about Santenocito's proposition"

of setting up a shipyard in Giannutri."

You discussed for three hours, maybe more.

Absolutely.

At about 1 o'clock we got hungry.

So I went to the kitchen to fix
something up, which I'm good at.

And while discussing that deal,

I prepared some spaghettialla pecorara …

Lore', tell the judge

about those spaghetti.

-Tell him.
-That's not important.

-Did you cook those yourself?
-Yes,alla pecorara .

I mean, there was no one else
in the house?

No family or kitchen personnel?

I'm a widower, I live alone.

And given the late hour,
I didn't think it appropriate

to wake up Settimio, my butler.

Plus I like to cook for friends.

"At about four in the morning,

despite my insistence,
Mr. Santenocito went home."

-Concerned about his father's health.
-Of course.

To Rome.

Good. You can sign here, Mr. Del Tomaso.

Mr. Bonifazi, my colleague
and I would like to thank you

for your usual sensibility and doctrine.

We're glad everything is finally solved
with mutual satisfaction.

That's my pen.

Ah, sorry.

I admire and appreciate an honest man,

even if he fights me bitterly.

I leave this office deeply "expertized".

Thank you for what you taught me

and for showing me a glimpse of…

I won't forget that morning
on the seafront…

A glimpse of a great soul.

Lorenzo?

Of course, I'm gonna talk
to someone about you.

Clerk, tell marshal Caciottelli

to meet me in court records office.

BARRACKS G.BALDI

There's no criminal record
about Del Tomaso,

-find me his butler.
-Alright.

That Settimio,
I wanna talk to him right away.

Without letting Del Tomaso know.

Without any warrant?

The butler is just a witness,

after him, I'm done.
I wanna close the case.

It was closed. You wanna reopen it.

What you mean? Shouldn't we check
the witness' reliability?

Yes, but you really can't stand
that engineer.

Cut it out. Find me that…

Settimio, and bring him to my office.

-In the courthouse.
-Yes, we're back there.

Yes, back home. Look.

Pay it, marshal… and be quick.

You crook.

these peas have been here
for over a month.

You know about peas.

Come, women!

Watch your mouth.

Take these 10,000 and give me the change.

Ten thousand? I don't have it!
Always large bills our Settimio.

Can I talk to you a minute?

Even an hour, handsome.
With those doe eyes.

They let you grow your sideburns.

I thought long hair was forbidden for you.

What can I do for you?

"Do and undo. We work like crazy.

Except for the one who's always lazy."

No! That's the fifth section!

Take these!

Calm down.

"It ain't better to execute a few harmless

than to leave a scum

run free and heartless?"

Belli is always Belli.

Look at this monkey…

Pay attention to what you say
and even more to what you don't say.

What happened that May 7th
in the house near Nemi?

I can't remember.

You don't remember that night,

but you remember well this morning

with officer Marchionne.

Dear sir… I already explained…

It's usually me that go chat

with soldiers and firemen.

How would I know he was there
to arrest me?

I admit I went over the line,

but he got way too mad.

You're not under arrest,

but what you did is wrong.

Bad! Bad! You're right.

We'll forget about that.

But you have to stop lying!

Yes.

May I go pee?

First, you tell me the truth.

Was Mr. Santenocito in the house
near Nemi the night of May 7th?

Answer me, come on.

He wasn't.

And I stayed up

past midnight.

The Commendator went to bed before me,

in fact, I did prepare--

Wait.

-Come again.
-I said, Judge,

that I stayed up past midnight,

while he went to sleep before me.

With a hot water bottle prepared by me.

Mr. Santenocito didn't show up at all,

I'm sure!

Have you been paid by Del Tomaso

to say that Santenocito was there
at first?

He said that

Santenocito's wife is awfully jealous.

I know how harmful

a woman can be.

The Engineer gave me a gift
and pinched my cheek.

He's such a good person, so humble.

Can I have a glass of water?
Even not mineral.

Ok… Pironti.

-Is there some water?
-Someone should fetch it.

-A struggle.
-Don't bother.

It's alright.

I can hold thirst, but pee…

Hold it a little longer.

You talked about a gift. How much?

A hundred thousand lire.

-A check?
-A large bill.

I tried to have it changed,

but everyone was suspicious.

So I asked the Commendator to break it,

but he never gave it back.

Alright, you can go pee now.

-Thanks.
-But don't leave the courthouse

and remember what you said
'cause you'll have to repeat it.

Give me a cigarette.

About that officer…

It's all forgotten, I hope.
I'm worried about my mom knowing…

She's 76 years old
but she cursed us nine times.

Come in. Good, marshal.

About that incident with our officer…

we'll dismiss that, ok?

I'll convince the officer not to proceed.

-Bye, Bonifazi.
-Bye, Colombo.

Pironti, show him the bathroom

and take him back.

Can I go?

Thank you, sir.

Lipparini, get the warrants ready,

articles 575 and 372 for perjury

and "aiding", article… Wait.

Article… here, 378.

The Berlitz "Scuol" called.

-What?
-Berlitz Scuol.

Berlitz School.

Where the dead girl was learning English.

They had a few notebooks she had left.

The teacher said that…

I'll see them later, you wait for the
warrants then proceed with the arrests.

I'll have the commitment for trial ready.

No lunch today, we work late.

Today?

Yes, today… why?
What's wrong with today?

There's the football game.
Italy vs England.

The biggest hotel complex
in the Aprilia area:

the three towers of "Cement-Sea".

Passing on the sports area for a moment,

we come to the pool,
30 meters from the sea.

And this concession, my Swiss friends,

cost a long line of zeros.

But corruption is the only way

to speed up bureaucracy.

Corruption is progress,

we may say.

The swimming-pool,
boldly projected in the sea,

apart from the structural values,

will also be a natural barrier against…

…on the strong kick of the English
center forward Bobby Charlton.

Let's not forget that he always plays
in behind his teammates.

We're 20 minutes into the game.

Actually, we're 24 minutes
into the second half.

Italy is playing at Wembley
and the score is

England: one - Italy: one.

CLOSED FOR FOOTBALL GAME
ITALY -ENGLAND

…after 17 minutes
into the first half of the game.

Mazzola equalized at minute 24.
The match goes on with a…

The English team moves forward:
Mullery, Hurst, Hunt in a give-and-go.

Bobby Charlton
is dangerously close to our goal.

But our players attack again.

Translate from English:

You reap what you sow.

I'm tired. I'm tired of everything.

Irregular verbs.

Given to mom, 100,000.

Buy a blue sweater, shoes, purse.

Given to dad, 50,000.

Italy scored! We're ahead!

March 11. Called Sirio

for the third time, useless.

Out of sight, out of mind.
I don't know about that…

Dad will call Wednesday
for the house mortgage.

Lesson is over.

But how do you say "It's all over"?
How do you do it?

April 19th, I think of Sirio.

Where is he? What's he doing?

Santenocito called,
business lunch Tuesday.

Conjugate "to have" and "to be".

To be or not to be… a whore.

Why I do it? To live better.
Is it such a bad thing?

And for who? For others.

And who are the others? Dad, mom?

That American with the dental plate?

Buy shampoo, pills
and Aretha Franklin record.

May 5th. Called Santenocito.

Doesn't need me this week,
call him back on Monday.

Yes, sir, always ready.

May 8th, answer from the ad.

They offer 80,000 a month.
Said I'll think about it.

Given to mom 300,000 for mud baths.

Saturday 10th, got my nerves
and called Sirio.

He answered and I hung up.

The grasshopper spent the summer singing

Played our record 20 times.
I can't take it no more.

I'm lonely and tired…
wish I could sleep.

Why do I write this down?

One would talk to a mother
about these things.

But maybe the mother is gone.

I'm so unlucky to still have one…

May 7th.

Rear-ended by a white
or grey car that fled.

Head banged on the windshield,

head and knee really hurting.

He'd better hit me much harder
so that I wouldn't have any more thoughts.

There are contusions and bruises,

someone did beat her up.

She didn't die in her bed,
someone took her there later.

What an idiot!

Next month is my birthday
but I won't be here no more.

Last year I went to the beach with Sirio,

A wonderful day. We were so happy.

Sirio said he wanted to marry me.

Translate from English:

All's well that ends well.

May 7th.

My last class.

Ruhenol.

You're not a good judge!

You are prejudiced against me!

Here it is: kick and goal!
The third goal is for Italy!

You wanna punish me
for what I've done before!

Not for this crime, of which I'm innocent!

And you know it!

On the contrary, your made-up alibi proves
your responsibility

in Silvana's death.

You only want to destroy me!

If I was different,

with your same political views,

you would see the proof of my innocence!

If you hate this society,
I hate it even more!

That's why I decided to be

the enemy of society!

You won't break me!

Watch out, judge! I'll be out tomorrow!

I will destroy you!

Mr. Santenocito proved guilty of murder!

I wanna be sent

to an asylum!

Like council member Petrucci
and commissioner Scirè!

We're all equals in front of the law!

The curse
of my father has "contaminatized" me!

I'm the end-user of his confusion!

I'm "confusionized"!

I'm "schizo-logorroic"
at a "phenomenologic" level.

Phenomenologize-

recepti-

consum-user…

level-popular…

…such a surprising thing has happened
in the history of Italian football.

The Italian National Football Team
managed to triumph in the match and--

Hurray!

Viva Italy!

We won!

We beat England!

We're the best!

We are drunk!

Viva Italy!

We beat them!

The players are hung

and hard!

Hurray!

Round and round we go

Italy world champion!

Round and round we go…

Perfidum Albionem vicimus.
Deo gratias!

Bravi!

Italy found its age-old visage!

Viva Boninsegna!

Viva Rivera!

Viva il Duce! Viva Italy!

Colonel, there's no bread

I died for my country
But England's end

Begins in Djaraboub.

Bobby Moore,

son of a bitch!

My car!

That's shameful!

Assassins!

Here! Bobby Charlton, jack off!

THE END

Subtitles: Teresa Giuffrè