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STUDIES OF FATHER MATTEO

The wrong culprit

Be careful! Take him carefully.

Hello, lawyer. ― Good morning, Father Matteo.

Whether it was thanks to prayers or a nursing home, ―

but the mother's condition is improving in the eyes, and she is still walking!

Good to hear.

I wanted to ask about the documents in Elide's case. Could I...

Don't touch! I'll take mom's chair to the car.

What were you saying? ― Could I pick up the documents tomorrow?

Tomorrow I'll be in court, then I'll leave for Milan.

I will come to visit you after your trip.

I always have to postpone our meeting.

How about I take mom first and then we meet at my office?

It's Sunday now. ― Still. Is half an hour later okay?

Then we can talk in peace.

Thank you, Father Matteo. See you soon. ― Goodbye.

CARDARELLI LAW OFFICE

May I come in?

May I come in?

Lawyer Cardarelli?

Lawyer!

What was that? Who there?

What has happened? Who is there?

Creator! Gianluca, come here!

What has happened?

Let's go! ― Hello!

Enough. ― What about the left hand?

You don't have to. ― How could it not be?

Do we tell the judge that Father Matteo is one-handed?

Good day. ― We would file a criminal complaint.

They will be done today in another room.

Excuse. What's the problem, Ghisoni?

I said I don't want outsiders here. ― I'll accompany you.

As I already said, Father, I am sorry for all of this, ―

but if you spent more time in the rectory ―

and you wouldn't stick your nose where it doesn't belong, ―

we wouldn't have to worry and you wouldn't get into trouble.

This time I didn't stick my nose in anywhere.

I was in the office because Nerino's grandmother, Elide, ―

asked me to settle his lawsuit.

What's up? ― Elide's husband got hit by a truck 20 years ago.

Did he die? ― Of course.

Elide has not received compensation, and Cardarelli handled the matter.

That's why I was in the office. I don't know who shot the lawyer.

Dad was hit in the neck so he couldn't see anything.

After all, the neck is behind... ― Will you continue?

I do know that there is evidence against me, ―

and the gun definitely has my fingerprints on it too.

I will say at once that I am sure of your innocence.

Of course Father Matteo is innocent!

This is embarrassing for me...

You must be kept here. ― I understand.

Just because of regulations.

Where do we put this? ― That's it.

To this? ― Exactly.

Father Matteo. Give the sign to Father Matteo, Lauro.

Put that lamp away! Everyone looks guilty in that light.

I use flash. ― This is not that serious.

If we take pictures once, then we take good ones.

Then the right side.

Do you have a comb, Ghisoni? Comb a little.

What kind of rake do you have there? That's fine.

Smile, Father Matteo.

Then the left side.

Come here. Shall we take a picture of the two of us? - Sure.

This is my photo album. ― What an honor!

Smile! ― I guess we'll both see each other?

I'm worried, Father. ― Trust the judiciary.

If traces of gunpowder are found on your hands, you will be arrested.

Stop flashing that flash already. This is where you go blind!

Thanks.

Hello, Father Matteo! ― Good day.

I guess you won't be visiting this time.

No, I came for a little longer.

This is incredible! ― That's right.

Still, I'm sure everything will be fine. ― Let's hope so.

Giovà, take my television to his cell.

My! ― Thank you, but I don't want special treatment.

Sorry, but the door must be closed at this time.

Good day, Lord. I am Neri Bertolacci, the prisoner's son.

I asked you one thing a while ago. Do you remember?

I asked you to make my father like Father Matteo.

I wanted my father to be a good person so he could get out of prison, ―

but you made Father Matteo look like my father.

So my other father is also in prison now.

I don't know what I should do.

This is just how things are now.

You could do me a favor.

Take care of the priest para, ―

who was first in prison only as a priest.

It must be bad for him to be a prisoner in prison.

You attract difficulties like a magnet!

I don't attract trouble, ―

but they crept behind my back by themselves.

Now is not the time to play around, because the situation is serious.

Rome asked about you. ― I thought so.

I was asked for an explanation.

I said you're stubborn, but you're not a murderer.

Surely you don't...

So I mean, did you defend yourself…

Don't you trust me? ― I believe so.

You just never know.

If we weren't old friends, I might get mad.

Don't get angry. Just wanted to make sure.

You can fully count on my friendship and support.

We have received many messages and offers of help.

Nice to hear, but I don't need anything.

You need a good lawyer and I have found one.

Actually, he offered himself.

He's the best lawyer in town. ― Thank you. You are a true friend.

Just remember to stay out of trouble.

Good day. Attorney Gargani. ― Good day. Father Matteo.

I offered to be your lawyer because I believe in your innocence.

In my profession, I still always have to remember, ―

that the principal may also be guilty.

I see. I also tend to take the same thing into account in my work.

Then we will understand each other.

Father Matteo, I would like you to open up ―

and you would tell me completely openly everything.

That too was like straight from the priest's mouth.

For once, I would like to tell you about my life, ―

but we were only wasting time, for I am innocent.

Unfortunately, there is evidence against you.

Gunpowder residue was found on your hands.

Only this bump proves my innocence. ― Not really.

We don't know when you got the bump, so it doesn't prove anything.

So the situation looks bad. ― After all, you don't have a motive.

I present at the court hearing, ―

that you would be released from prison, even under house arrest.

So there is hope.

Could I request personal service? - Sure.

Could you handle case number 401258 ―

between the insurance company and Elide Bertolacci?

Sure, but how does this relate to your case?

No way, ―

but I would like a good lawyer to handle the matter.

Mrs. Bertolacci is already a bit old.

We call her grandma at the rectory, ―

and he would need insurance claims.

Strange that you're worrying about someone else's lawsuit now, ―

but of course I can handle it.

Thanks.

Enter now! Here the ball!

Let go!

Can I have the ball? ― How did you end up here?

Did you steal church property?

Hey, ball here! ― Here it comes!

Glad you shot that Cardarelli thug.

I would have shot him myself if I wasn't here.

So what did he do?

I had to do four years, but I got a life sentence, ―

and that rascal of Cardarelli did nothing to help.

Didn't lift a finger.

You should get a good lawyer right away, ―

if you ever want to get out of here.

They say my lawyer is good. His name is Gargani.

Then you will definitely get out. I know that Gargani.

He also freed Bufo, with whom I did the heist.

I got all the blame on my neck.

Bedbug, tell me all about that raid of yours.

The guard died and I was convicted of it even though I didn't shoot him!

You emptied your gun into that guard, ―

but you didn't do anything, did you?

It would be good to keep the turpa blocked. ― I didn't shoot anyone!

I sat and drove the car. I didn't shoot!

Let's go guys. It's getting cold here.

What now, Captain? You are not yourself.

I'm worried about Father Matteo.

Has he run away? ― If only it were.

What can you make me say!

The situation is serious and we have not done anything.

That is not true, because I have interviewed witnesses.

Sigarone, Sicilian Napoletano...

Who? ― Napoletano, who is from Sicily.

I asked that transvestite too.

This is not the work of the underworld. Nobody knows anything!

And the priest is inside the stone. ― I can't even fall asleep.

No need to push.

I'm sorry, Dad, you got a cellmate.

Keep your reserve. He is not called Bug for nothing.

I'll be fine.

I asked for a transfer because I couldn't stand the others anymore.

I need peace.

Look for peace within, not outside.

Good father, save me from sermons, ―

or request a transfer back to my old cell.

It's okay, Bedbug.

I don't think you believe me.

Father, I'm talking to you. I don't think you believe me.

Tell me why I should believe.

I am not innocent and this face painting does not look innocent, ―

but I still have never, ever, shot anyone.

Why don't you appeal the verdict? ― There have been complaints about it.

I have even tried to read those legal papers myself, ―

but stupid as I am, I don't understand anything.

I would actually ask that, if you have the time, ―

maybe you could take a look at those papers.

Which isn't.

"Remand Prison." ― Shall I open?

I would have a package.

Please. ― Thank you.

Good day. ― Good day. I would like to meet Father Matteo.

Are you his wife? ― I don't. What wife?

I'm looking for Father Matteo. ― Yes, the three-winged mafia boss.

Father Matteo is the head of St. John's Church... so a priest.

Oh, that killer priest! ― Watch your words.

Sorry, but that's what he's called.

Are you related to him? - I'm not, but...

Then you need the judge's permission.

Oh, the judge's permission? What now?

Can you get a permit quickly? ― You won't have time to get it today.

Can I still leave this? ― Of course.

I would like to write another note.

Excuse me, could you have a pen and paper?

Paper and pen to write with?

Dear Father Matteo...

I thought a little. Dear Father Matteo...

I'm sorry for what happened.

I wish I had gone to that office on Sunday.

We are all worried about you and praying for you.

Prison food must be awful, ―

so I put some good food in the box, ―

like the eggplant-parmesan casserole you love so much.

All your parishioners send greetings, ―

and especially your family: Pippo, Nerino and Elide―grandmother.

I send my regards too.

Faithfully yours, Natalina.

Hello, Father Matteo. ― Good day.

We treat you well, right?

The entire prison staff likes you, and that's fine.

I filed for your release in court, and now we just wait.

Thanks. ― I'm just doing my job.

Have you already read Elide―grandmother's story? ― Elide―grandmother?

Yes, Mrs. Bertolacci. ― Exactly. Mrs. Bertolacci.

Why is the story interesting to you?

I don't think Cardarelli was looking out for Mrs. Bertolacci.

I suspect the same.

Namely, Cardarelli repeatedly asked for the case to be postponed.

Maybe there was a reason for that. ― Money.

Cardarelli made a lot of money from each postponement.

Don't worry though. I'll take care of grandma's thing.

Is everything alright then? ― It is.

Well, what do you say?

Everything looks good. You get a life sentence for murder.

Here it says you returned fire at the guard from your car.

Me? That's not true! It isn't!

That's a lie! I've never shot anyone.

I was running away. ― Calm down.

I'm just saying what's being said here.

Antonio Ravelli's Statement on Ballistic Studies ―

confirm your guilt.

That welder Antonio Ravelli is a real jerk.

The truth is that I was made guilty.

Who made you guilty? ― Who? Your friend.

Arvo's lawyer Gargani.

He set me up for life.

Why the hell? ― Because I...

I had a black open-necked sweater.

Such an open bubble wallet. I don't know if you remember them.

It was a great go game because it was good to drive.

He had enough speed, and with that he passed playfully.

Then one day I saw in front of me...

...a little girl.

I swear I tried my best.

I braked hard, but I couldn't get the car to stop in time.

Didn't stay to help? ― I called an ambulance from the phone booth.

I said come, come, but nothing could be done.

Do you know who that kid was?

Daughter of Attorney Gargan.

How did Gargani know you were driving that car?

Bufola told.

That traitorous thug I did that heist with.

It must have been him. How else would it be possible, ―

that a Slytherin who has not a lire of a lire, ―

would have someone of Gargan's caliber as his lawyer?

How would that be possible?

Good day, Dad. ― Hello, Vanni.

How are you? ― Very good, thank you.

Nerino wrote worriedly.

The priest's people have become his new family.

You are like a second father to him, ―

but now that you're in jail too...

I will soon be under house arrest and I can continue being a father.

Vegetables, Father Matteo! ― They are coming!

Here, chef!

Home care is a great thing. You didn't even have a motive.

Don't get excited yet, because lifetime is still possible.

Lifetime!

Did you read the paper? One husband was also released.

What was he released from? ― I didn't read further.

The whole lawsuit falls apart when the real culprit is found.

How is the investigation progressing? ― We groped in the dark.

That was comforting to hear.

Grandmother!

Where the hell have you been? I got really worried.

If you keep disappearing like that, I'll call the carabinieri.

Come on baby. ― Thank you.

I am happy, because now you can be in your own peace.

However, you know the regulations:

my men must watch that you do not leave your homes.

I do understand.

If you need anything, anything, I'll arrange it.

One thing would be. ― Go away.

I should visit one place. ― Fits very well...

What do you mean?

Did you have to ask for that? No. You just came home.

No way. ― You said whatever.

I need to make sure of one thing to prove my innocence.

They have to make sure you don't go anywhere.

That's why I need your help.

Distract them for a moment. I won't be late for an hour.

Where are you going? ― I'll make sure of one thing.

I can go. Just tell me what I'm doing.

You have been on the case for a long time, ―

and nothing has worked out yet.

You would let me try. ― I can't.

Did you just feel it? ― At most.

All right. Maybe we'll be cellmates then. ― Thank you.

I'm just getting my bike. ― Even the bike.

Guys, I must have dropped my lighter.

Would it be in the car? ― You don't smoke.

It's my wife's lighter. He smokes.

See if you can find it under the carpets of the car.

It's small, so look closely.

Look behind too. ― What color is it?

Just search.

Where could it have fallen? Let me weld.

We didn't find it. ― It's okay, it wasn't expensive.

Thanks though.

LAW OFFICE OF GARGAN

Luigi Olivier was it? ― Or Bedbug.

Here you are. This remained Ravelli's last statement.

What do you mean? ― He died five years ago.

There is no statement here. ― Let me know when I look.

It isn't. I don't understand.

I think I understand.

I'll come after the round. ― Sorry.

Is Mrs. Cardarelli here? ― It is.

I'd like to talk to him. ― It can be difficult.

The femur surgery went well, and the lady is already walking, ―

but he hasn't spoken since his son's death.

He's still in shock. ― I would still like to try.

Well, let's go then. ― Over there?

Maria, you have a guest.

This gentleman came to see you. I'll leave you two. ― Thank you.

Hello, Mrs. Cardarelli. I'm Father Matteo.

Do you remember me? I am the priest of your parish.

I'm looking for a statement.

It's a piece of paper with important things on it.

I think your son gave it to you.

If it did, could you give it to me?

Do you remember where it is?

Ma'am, I need that statement.

That would solve everything.

It would help me find out who killed your son.

Mrs?

Maria, it's time to go for a walk. Forgive me, Father.

Get up and take my support.

I'll take mom's chair to the car.

Could you go to the car again?

Why? ― I think I saw my wife's lighter.

Where? ― Look carefully.

It's not expensive, but it has sentimental value.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. ― Father.

I have sinned against You. ― I'm listening.

I killed the lawyer Cardarelli.

You already know that, because you're looking for a statement.

I do know, ―

but if you want to rip, you have to talk about it yourself.

I lost my daughter in an accident five years ago.

Yes, in an accident...

My daughter walked beside me, ―

and suddenly he was lying on the pavement lifeless.

A prankster hit him with his car.

A little later, a man called Bufera came to talk to me.

He was accused of murdering a security guard during a bank robbery.

He offered me a deal.

If I were to defend him in court, ―

he would tell who killed my daughter.

I agreed without hesitation.

My daughter's killer had been Bufera's partner in crime.

Luigi Olivieri, nicknamed Bedbug.

It had been a while since my daughter died, ―

but I still felt intense anger and bitterness.

I falsified the statement so, ―

that Lutikka was found guilty of the guard's death.

Bedbug got a life sentence.

However, my fakeness was revealed.

Cardarelli noticed it.

I had to bribe him to shut up, ―

but he started blackmailing me.

He kept demanding more and I couldn't take it anymore.

So I decided to act.

I wanted to get my hands on the statement Cardarelli blackmailed me with.

I went to the office on Sunday because no one would be there.

You didn't come to seek absolution.

You want to prevent me from telling the carabinieri about this.

Because you told me how Cardarelli died, ―

I can't tell you about the statement.

I couldn't help it, Father.

I offered to represent you so that my actions would not be revealed.

However, you were better than me.

You don't say anything?

You're still grieving your daughter's death ―

and you seek solace in revenge.

However, revenge does not help anyone.

It only hardens the heart.

What was your daughter's name? ― Francesca.

Francesca already knows God's love in heaven.

Let the Lord into your heart too, and you will recover from your sorrow.

Good day, you bigot. ― Good morning, Miss Natalina.

Is Father Matteo at home? ― Let's get rid of him.

Has anything new come out? ― Father found the statement.

Could you speak slower? What do you mean?

He found a statement that would reveal the real culprit. ― Great!

Well?

Aren't there any chairs here? ― Please excuse me. This way.

Go sit down. Would you like some coffee? ― Thank you.

Do you have any sweetener? ― No.

Well, that's okay. Bring a cup anyway.

I then drink it unsweetened.

Are you obsessed with sweetener? - There isn't.

The doctor said I have high trigy... trigly... ― Who?

So I need to lose weight. ― Are your grades high?

I don't know, but I need to lose a pound or two. Six.

You look really good.

Father Matteo! ― Just sit down.

Come join us. So you found what you were looking for. ― Yes.

I can't tell. ― Natalina said it was found.

I already said I can't tell.

I'm sorry, but you have to tell the boss.

Dad won't say anything until he's absolutely sure about it.

Maybe, but now you have to tell.

Yeah, just tell me.

I'm sorry, you bastard.

Doesn't that statement prove that you are innocent?

No amount of fussing will change that.

Lord, you are trying me hard this time.

I can't defend myself anymore.

I wanted to change Gargan to another lawyer, ―

but I can't do that anymore, ―

for I would do it based on what I heard in the rip, ―

and therefore I should not know the whole matter.

Forgive me, Lord, for falling into gloom.

I dare to confess to You that I am worried, ―

even though I know in my heart that I can trust Sallimus.

May your will be done.

I know there are secrets in your profession.

I don't want to know who screwed up or what that person said.

I just want to know where that statement is, ―

because with it Father Matteo is freed from the charge.

Father Matteo was shocked to hear the statement.

That's why he can't tell you about it anymore.

Can't he tell you too? ― For me?

Can't.

Father Matteo is a good friend of mine, ―

and when I heard that he was not going to defend himself, ―

I tried to get him to tell me what happened.

Then I understood that he is bound by the secret of the priest.

Couldn't he tell without telling?

When my own daughter asked where children come from, ―

I told him about flowers and bees.

The child understood, even though I explained it differently.

If only Father Matteo would tell the same story.

You see, the priest's secret is not limited to, ―

that he cannot reveal what he heard.

You can't act on the basis of what you hear either.

You have to act like you didn't hear anything.

The priest is only an intermediary between the person who is being ripped off and God.

A priest is like an ear that has no memory.

Ear what ear, but how can I help him?

I am sorry for the situation, and I hope that the truth will come out.

On the other hand, because Father Matteo is very important to me, ―

I am proud of the way he behaves in this situation.

Only you can help him, but he cannot help you.

He's innocent, but... ― Take it easy, you scumbag.

Did I understand correctly? Father Matteo has a statement, ―

which proves that he is innocent.

Could you explain one thing?

How did Father Matteo find the statement when he is under house arrest?

How? That's not the main thing here.

There are more pressing matters. ― Let's continue on this topic anyway.

Father Matteo is a priest. Yes, you know that.

So he is bound by the secret of the priest. It means...

Can you explain what that means? ― I don't.

He can't tell what he hears in the rib.

I even went to see the bishop, but he can't help.

Father Matteo knows for sure where the statement is, ―

but his hands are tied.

What can I do about it? ― Let's do a house search for the priest.

Are we in time to apply for a home search permit? ― Five of the permits.

We're not leaving your friend in trouble, are we?

Let's search without a warrant. ― Let's go.

The court should not be confused by, ―

that this murderer wears a priest's robe.

Actually, the priest's role as the face of his community ―

makes the crime even more serious.

That's why I demand the most severe punishment for the accused ―

i.e. a life sentence.

No, Father Matteo is innocent! He is innocent!

Quietly! Shut up or I'll kick you out of the hall!

Shame on you!

Speech of the defense.

Mr. President of the Court, ―

we leave ourselves at the mercy of justice.

What is that kind of grace? ― Father is a holy man!

The lawyer didn't even try.

Then don't break anything. ― Aren't we in a hurry?

Hurry more calmly. This is Father Matteo's home.

Well? ― Nothing has been found, captain.

Father Matteo is about to be sent to prison.

One should not lose hope.

Captain, I think I found it.

Show me.

Great. We're talking about Luigi Olivier here. Do you remember him?

Oh, the Calabrian with the pock-marked face?

No, this is the one called Bedbug.

How is he related to Father Matteo?

Father Matteo knows, but doesn't speak! ― Then let's ask Lutika.

You have guests, Bug. ― Who?

Damn it! ― Hello, Bedbug.

What have I done now? ― Nothing lately.

Look, we have a statement. Master sergeant. ― Or a statement.

Can it be found? ― Yeah, here it is.

Now. Carefully! This statement applies to you.

Tell us what connects you, this statement and Father Matteo.

Don't be silly!

This is a long and rather complicated story, so bear with me.

We're in a hurry.

It still doesn't work. If you want to know, I'll tell you.

Five or six years ago, or sometime around that time...

Here it is. ― I had a black convertible car.

A really great game...

Get up, the court session is about to begin.

Proclamation of judgment. In the name of the Italian people ―

The Court of Perugia in its session on April 29, 1999 ―

hereby declares the following judgment:

according to sections 115 and 122 of the Criminal Code ―

this court states Matteo Minelli...

Just a moment, Mr. President of the Court!

Excuse.

Mr. President of the Court... ― Excuse me.

We have important evidence. ― This is the wrong course of action.

I know, but it's also wrong to sentence an innocent man to prison.

Wait a moment and we will explain everything. ― What is it about?

We can prove that Father Matteo is innocent.

Let's go.

Thanks. You are here too. How are you?

Thanks everyone. Simonetta!

Can I talk to him for a moment?

Thanks. Simonetta.

I am relieved that the truth came out.

You were right. Revenge won't help matters.

It won't bring my daughter back.

Anger does not ease the pain, it only increases it.

Anger overwhelms us and drives us to despair.

You seem to have already started to recover.

Remember that with the Lord you can always start over, ―

for He can wait.

Thank you, Father Matteo. Thanks for everything.

Bedbug, to the meeting room.

Just when I was eating!

Don't you have manners? Who is there?

Reel off!

Hello, Bedbug!

Hello.

Nice to see you again.

how are you ― Very well.

What about you? ― Just fine.

I came to thank you. ― I have to thank you here.

My case is being processed again.

I will finally have to pay only for my real crimes.

Good that you take it that way.

Your sentence will surely be mitigated by the fact that you drove me.

Then you won't run away anywhere, ―

because when I get out of here I will come to you for help.

And I'm waiting for you. We were cellmates!

Finnish translation: Mirka Maukonen Broadcast Text International