All language subtitles for La.Mafia.Uccide.Solo.D.Estate.S01E06_English

My father was never a socialite,
but that night he would've done anything

to get into one of those exclusive galas
the cream of Palermo society went to.

- Good evening.
- Excuse me, where are you going?

Are you on the list?

The list?

Sure. What do you mean?

No, no! Take your hands off me!

Hey, let go! My shoe!

Unfortunately for him,
he never got invited,

unlike my sister Angela who felt
like living in a fairy tale that night.

The first dedication
is for Angela Giammarresi!

But we have to go back a few days
to understand how we got there,

back to the arrival
of a mysterious bunch of flowers.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

They're for Angela!

They're lovely!

I thought for a moment
it was that colleague of yours.

Please, relax about this story.

They're beautiful. Who sent them?

An admirer. There's no name.

- Don't you have any idea?
- No, I don't know.

It might be Rosario,
he might be apologizing.

Do you really think he's that type?

Anyway, I'm not forgiving him,
I'd rather become an old maid.

You won't become an old maid.

All you need is a kind person
who loves you for what you really are.

- Where am I to find such a person?
- Maybe you've already found him.

Well, then let's wait for this admirer
to come out into the open.

Just when he'd picked up his courage
to take a step towards Angela,

destiny put a mysterious rival
against Marco.

As for me, I knew perfectly well
who my rival was,

the only change was
that he kept to himself quietly.

What's the matter with Fofò?
Is he ill?

No, it's because I told him
I need a pause for reflection.

- Reflection about what?
- About what happened.

What happened?

When you told me you were
seeing a doctor, I got worried.

Yes, but he wasn't a real doctor,
he was just a psychiatrist.

He says I ask myself too many questions
and it would be better if I didn't.

Maybe I should see one too.

Do you ask yourself
too many questions too?

- No, just one, but it's often.
- What is it?

If it's normal to hold someone's hand
and worry about someone else.

Alice had taken a pause for reflection
with Fofò because she thought about me!

An incredible feeling that manifested
itself like a sort of palsy,

eyes fixed, half-idiotic smile,
dry mouth, arms and legs numb.

- Hello?
- Lorenzo, is it you?

- What's the matter, Pia?
- Guess?

I'm in.

- In? In where?
- I've made it! I'm taken on!

- Really?
- Yes, I called as soon as I was told!

- I'm so happy, love!
- I am too, Lorenzo.

I'm so happy that...
I don't know what to do.

What do you want to do?
Just be happy.

Just be happy, love.

Well done, you deserve it all.

- See you this evening then!
- Yes, see you this evening.

- Bye, love.
- Bye, bye.

Lorenzo, a good friend of mine
needs a favour.

No, Cusumano, I told you from the start
I'm not doing any favours for anyone.

Not even lending the jack from your car?
He's got a flat tyre.

Obviously! Sorry, I hadn't understood.

The jack! No problem,
I'll come with you.

An oral exam today
would've been the end.

Only today?

I think we've found out
who your secret admirer is!

- Oh God, I can't believe it.
- Do you know him?

- I must've seen him just once.
- Go on!

- I'll go.
- What are you waiting for?

If you liked the flowers

you might also like
being taken home in my car.

- Yes?
- Alright.

Let's go then.

- He's cute.
- I'd say!

And what a car!

So in one week Angela passed airily

from the bike of Rosario the rebel
to Alfonso's Spider,

with the same unaware enthusiasm.

120 horsepower and 1600 cc.

But that wasn't what made her think
she was in love with him.

My father gave it to me
for my birthday.

Nor was it his gentle, nice guy profile,
the composed elegance of his style,

or that embarrassment that came out
into awfully tender smiles

or that gallant way of speaking
and worrying about her.

No, no!

What's the matter?

Shit! The petrol.

She fell in love because Alfonso Puccio

was the exact opposite
of what he looked.

I thought it was full.

I never look at the warning lights,
they confuse me.

- It's not too good for a car dealer.
- Can I confess something to you?

- Stop! Stop!
- Stop! Please, stop!

So what did you want to tell me?

I don't give a shit about cars,
excuse the expression.

I've never liked them.

How's that?

As a kid I used to be given cars,

but I liked toy soldiers,
building blocks.

I've been pretending
I like engines for 20 years.

- Why?
- For my father.

You've no idea how he'd feel
if he knew I didn't like engines.

He says I'm his only son
and I must run the family business.

I mean, we're not the Agnelli family!

You've never told anyone?

Yes... you.

By then she'd fallen for that kind boy
who didn't want to disappoint his dad,

and probably despite the fact
that she didn't know who his dad was.

I'd like to buy a tractor.

It's closed. You can get a tractor
from the other Puccio down the road.

Thanks.

Actually, Giuseppe Puccio
was a figurehead

for the boss from Cinisi,
Gaetano Badalamenti,

who, among other things, had killed the
anti-Mafia activist Peppino Impastato

and who in that period
was paying a high price

for his hostility towards Riina
and Provenzano from the Corleone clan.

- Who was it?
- A peasant.

- From Corleone?
- No, a real peasant.

But there's other peasants
we need to talk about, Don Tano.

- Why, have you heard rumours?
- Yes.

- What kind of rumours?
- Bad rumours, Don Tano.

Riina feels offended by you.
You know them, they're fierce beasts.

Don Tano, you know the love
and gratitude that ties me to you,

but I think
you'd better take a holiday.

- Where should I go?
- Far away!

We'll tell them you're in Cefalù,

but you'll go to America, Brazil,
wherever you want.

- What about here? Who'll stay?
- I'll stay.

Don't you trust me
after all these years?

Sure, I trust you, Peppì.
You're like a son.

Then don't worry.

When the dust settles,
you'll come back nice and relaxed.

That was the dawn
of the Second Mafia War,

shortly the streets would be full
of people who had been killed.

But we didn't know anything
about all that.

Like most people in Palermo,
we didn't want to know about it.

Hooray for the permanent teacher!

Well done love, you deserve it!

- Thank you.
- Best wishes.

Thank you, children.

You see? People say
"Sicily this, Sicily that"

but if you do things the right way
sooner or later you get results.

- You're right.
- Well done, love.

Cut the preaching, Lorenzo,
let's take a photo.

- Here's Fittipaldi.
- Come on, Niki Lauda!

Cheese, click!
Hooray for the professor!

I'm not a professor, Massimo,
just a teacher,

anyway it's not confirmed yet,
so I'm not sure we should celebrate.

- What ?
- Why? Isn't it official?

- Not yet.
- Sorry, but who told you?

Who'd told her?

Antonio, is everything alright?

- So? What is it? Should I worry?
- No, you should actually be happy.

I spoke to my friend
who works for the Province

and he said you're in,
in the classification.

Are you sure? Because I've been waiting
ages for this news.

If I weren't so sure you'd be leaving...

would I be so sad?

Oh my God!

The headmaster told me.

Well, if he told you,
what are you worrying about?

Hooray for the headmaster!

Congratulations!

- Let's take a photo.
- Yes.

I'll take it.
What do I press, Massimo?

I forgot the film, but take it anyway
or she'll be disappointed.

Smile or we'll come out badly!

Take the photo, come on!

Let's have a toast.
Which one's mine? This one.

Come over here.

Patrizia and I
have something to tell you.

- What?
- We've decided to...

...get married!

What excellent news!

- Uncle!
- What?

Didn't you say marriage
was worse than jail?

Well, it means your uncle's
getting ready for jail,

but remember a man's not a man
without a woman at his side,

one he can found a family with.

Anyway, one has two or three girls
on the side to let off steam!

Don't listen.

- Two or three? You're mine.
- I was joking.

- You're mine.
- Now I'm faithful... inside!

Then let's toast to faithfulness
and tenured teachers. Well done!

- Hooray!
- Hooray!

The association of "faithfulness" and
"tenured teacher" troubled my mother,

as she had lied about who told her
she'd become a tenured teacher

and because she wasn't unresponsive
to that person.

Now, wait a second, wait!

I'll do the coin trick.
Do you like it? Perfect.

- Here's a coin. Can we all see it?
- Yes!

I'll put it in this hand, look!

With a bit of magic, left, right...

I'll get the coin from Walter's ears!

My mother was already
starting to miss Mr. Ayala.

We Giammarresi are made like that,

happiness alone for positive things,
never!

In fact, I felt guilty towards Fofò.

- Aren't you coming to play?
- I don't feel like it.

- Do you feel bad about Alice?
- A bit.

But I've found a way to get her
over this "suspension" pause.

- It's "reflection". What is it?
- Invite her to go skiing with us.

Let's hope it works. I'm off.

Where's Fofò?
We're forming the teams.

He's not coming.
He feels bad about Alice.

Did you get anywhere with her?

No, I can't take her from Fofò,
we're friends.

Friends! Was it a problem for him
when he took her?

Listen, if you don't try, I will.

I'm joking!
I like the well rounded ones.

But they haven't split and she said
she's taking a pause for reflection.

- What does that mean?
- It's not sure she's leaving Fofò.

If they're together it's another matter.
You don't steal a friend's girl.

Your friends' girlfriends
have got whiskers.

Alice didn't have whiskers,

but even if she had had, it wouldn't
have changed anything for me.

Anyway, an expert in these matters
always said...

Remember, bewhiskered woman
virtuous woman.

Look at that picture,
it's your uncle in the middle.

Where?

I was as young as you,
you won't see me. Play.

So I was confused,

could one take his friend's girlfriend
or not?

It's you? What is it?
What do you want?

Excuse me, Brother Giacinto,

is it a sin
to take a friend's girlfriend?

Yes. No... You decide!

Four Hail Marys and five Our Fathers.
Alright?

What are you doing, Giacintuzzo?

- Is there a girl?
- No, it's the radio.

Four Hail Marys, five Our Fathers
and the other way round.

And never come back here
at this time.

But is it a sin or not?

It depends. Go!

Salvuccio, it's not a nice thing,
but after all, love counts too,

and if love's involved
then it's different.

So if a man comes along
and takes mum for love...

No, that's different.
Friend or not, I'll break his horns!

What do you mean by take?

Women aren't bicycles,
they decide where to go on their own

and there's nothing we can do about it.

- Right, Saro?
- Golden words, sir.

Love has its own times and if it's
true love, time won't change it.

Love has its own times and if it's
true love time won't change it.

Beautiful words, but you tell Marco

who spent whole afternoons trying
to create the perfect compilation,

the one he thought
would sweep my sister off her feet.

FOR ANGELA, FROM MARCO

- I've something for you.
- And I've something to tell you.

You first then.

I wanted to thank you
for what you told me yesterday.

- You made me see what I need.
- What is it?

An honest, sensitive, kind boy...

and you were right in saying
I'd already found him.

His name's Alfonso.

- Alfonso?
- The one who sent me the flowers.

You're quite similar.
I'm sure you'd like him.

- I'm happy for you, Angela.
- Thanks.

- What did you have for me?
- Something but... I've left it at home.

Angela, let's go!

- Hi.
- Hi.

It went really well yesterday!

If he'd made that compilation sooner, if
he'd declared himself sooner, maybe...

Now he could only bang his head
with that tape.

Alfonso Puccio had been
much quicker than him.

Mind the step.

- Where are you taking me?
- Do you trust me or not?

- Yes, but where are you taking me?
- Come.

- Do you like him? He's Samson.
- He's gorgeous.

I've only got him for now,
but I'll soon have other horses

and this will be the greatest
riding centre in Sicily.

Is it yours?

Yes, I mean, I'm negotiating
with the former owners.

We're almost there.

Obviously your father
doesn't know about it.

Come closer, he's very good.

In one instant Angela had buried Rosario
and felt deeply in love with him,

because that's how my sister was,

she fell in love with love
rather than with people,

no matter who they were.
Just be in love and you're happy.

Don't do like me, Salvatore,

I liked a girl, I missed my chance
and another guy took her.

Whether we like it or not,
this world's not for the ditherers.

- So what must I do?
- Tell her you're in love, don't wait.

What about my friend Fofò?

She's the one who told you
she thought of you, right?

Then tell her you think of her too.
Do you know what the French say?

- "À la guerre comme à la guerre"
- What does it mean?

It means all's fair in love and war.
You've got to be firmer.

Come on.

Marco had struck the right note,
uncertainty, doubt.

That was my problem!

If I wanted Alice
I would have to change.

No more questions!

Enough questions, enough doubts,
Go for it, dare.

Salvatore Giammarresi, from this day
you'll be a kamikaze in life.

- Alice! Alice!
- Salvatore, what are you doing?

Do you want to come on a boat?

On a boat? In winter?

Yes, the sea's always there
and the wind too

and there's almost no-one around,
it looks as if it's all for us.

It's beautiful. Are you coming?

Yes, I'm coming.

Let me tell you straight out
that was the dawn of a great screw-up.

But it was nothing compared to the mess
Angela was getting herself in.

You've finally deigned to come home!

- What have you done, Angela?
- Nothing.

- May we ask where you've been all day?
- Studying at a friend's.

- The same friend who sends you flowers?
- Please, dad!

Angela, your father doesn't want you
not to see anyone,

he wants to know if he's a nice boy.
You understand? Tell her, Lorenzo.

Yes, so as not to worry.

There's no boyfriend.

He's just a friend.

And may we know
what this "just a friend" is called?

- Alfonso Puccio.
- Alfonso Puccio?

Yes, you bought your car from him.
He's the boy who sold you the car.

But no more questions now, alright?

Alright... It seems alright, doesn't it?

Our daughter's with that nice boy,
the one who sold me the car,

I must say he also gave me
a nice discount.

And you're not jealous?

Well, it had to happen sooner or later.

It's better if it's with a nice person,

who might even run a nice business,

anyway I want to talk to his father.

- Alright, but not here.
- No, I'll go to the car show room.

That's it, go to the show room.

I usually pay a month later.

There's no month later,
you must pay now.

The prices have gone up too,
it's the inflation.

I had an agreement with Don Tano.

Don Tano's in Cefalù.
It's with me you have to talk.

Mimmo, give him a reminder.

Alright, tomorrow,
I'll bring it all tomorrow.

That's it, now go.

And cure your cold,
it's not good for you.

Come in.

It's nothing,
I just wanted some information.

Don't take any notice. He slipped
and got a bit hurt. Tell me.

- The Mercedes in the window.
- Sold.

- Never mind, thanks.
- You're welcome.

What my father had seen
and that led him not to say who he was

requested follow-up.

And having access to the archives
of the General Register Office,

he decided to see if there was
anything more about Puccio.

But obviously all he found
were births, deaths, marriages...

Sins, and certain sins in particular,
never ended up on paper at the time.

- Hey!
- Lorenzo...

Tell me, these Puccios,
the ones who sold me the car...

What?

I went to them this morning,
I heard strange things.

A guy suddenly came out
all covered in blood.

- How?
- How? I think they broke his nose.

Who are these people?

Lorenzo, does the car work?
Has it got any problem?

- No, it's fine.
- Then what do you care about Puccio?

Angela's going out with Alfonso,
Puccio's son.

This is good news. Congratulations!
They're great workers.

Money, great fortune.
Great fortune, take it back home.

Stop it!

"Great workers"
said by Massimo in that way

didn't at all reassure my father.

So he got a shock
when he got home and...

Here you are, Lorenzo.
Look who's come to see us.

Mr. Giammarresi,
how glad I am to see you again.

Yes, so am I. Please sit down.

I've already congratulated your wife
for the house. Small but charming.

Yes, I've told him we're moving,
because we are moving.

I'd like you to know that my intentions
towards Angela are serious.

Good. Good.

Alfonso has come to ask authorisation
to take Angela to a party.

Yes, a gala.
It would mean a lot to me.

- To me too, dad.
- And to my father too.

He'd be delighted to see me
with a special girl like Angela.

- Pia, have we got two drops of Rosolio?
- Certainly. Please excuse me.

- Even three!
- Yes, yes.

My father managed to be almost nice
and amiable until Alfonso left.

I can understand a party for kids,
but a gala! It's unbelievable.

It's out of the question.
You might get home late.

But you sent me to Florence with Marco.

That's different. Your friend Marco
is a different matter.

-So the problem is Alfonso?
-No, darling, the problem isn't Alfonso.

All I'm saying is that a girl of 16
at a gala seems rather...

compromising.

Why?

Because a girl of 16 stays at home
with her family in the evening, period!

Why do you always
have to ruin everything?

The gala wasn't causing trouble
only in our house.

Everybody wanted to go!
Even the Corleone clan wanted to go!

Venuti, Vito and Zambuto.

No, Totò, it's the end of the list.

- Check under letter R.
- R, R...

No, there's no Totò.

Under Liggio?
If it says plus two then it's us.

Liggio's in jail.

What the hell do I care?
If it says "plus two" we go.

Totò, why don't we ever
get invited to these parties?

These people of Palermo like to keep
to themselves, they think we stink.

- Is Badalamenti on the list?
- Don Tano's on holiday.

Puccio's replacing him.

- I don't like this Puccio one bit.
- Neither do I, Totò.

Totò... can I turn on the TV?

Switch it on.

The sun rises at 06:10 and sets...

Get out of the way.

The moon rises at 01:58
and sets at 12:33.

So, not only was Puccio a mafioso,
but not even Totò Riina liked him,

which wasn't a healthy thing.

That's the mess my sister
had got herself into.

I don't understand you.

I'm sorry, but I really
don't understand you.

I thought you liked Alfonso Puccio,
right? What happened?

- Pia, I'm thinking certain things.
- What things?

I think Giuseppe Puccio
Alfonso's father...

is a stand-up guy.

Is he? Who told you?

I think he is.

I'm sorry, Lorenzo, but you see
stand-up guys just about everywhere.

Anyway, it's Alfonso's father
we're talking about, not the boy.

He's a nice boy, you said so too,
you liked him so much.

I know.

Come on,
it's the best years of her life.

We can't ruin them for her like that.
We must trust her.

Let's send her to this party.

Angela's a sensible girl, she has
her head on her shoulders like you

and she'll understand...
If there's anything to understand.

Alright, I'll leave it to you.
I don't want to know anything about it.

Sorry, Lorenzo,

I'm busy tomorrow.

My colleagues have organized
a farewell party, a dinner.

I'm sorry to leave
you and Salvatore alone

now that Angela's busy too.

What's the problem?
Salvuccio and I will stay here happily,

unless he has a party too.
We'll organize ourselves.

I'm not doing anything wrong.

She told herself
she wasn't doing anything wrong,

but she wasn't convinced

because that dinner hadn't been
organized by her colleagues.

I know how you feel, Pia.
One grows fond of the children, right?

I was a substitute for 10 years
and each time I left was torture.

And now you're leaving
it's going to be torture for me.

Then it means that each time
I walk into my new school

I'll think of you,
the one who gave me the good news.

Right, no sadness. Let's celebrate.
I'm taking you out for dinner.

I won't take no for an answer.

The next day, my mother, Angela
and firstly me

each started
our march towards trouble.

What time shall we be back?

I must do everything secretly
or my parents wouldn't let me come.

Don't worry, once the boat is in
the water it'll be quick. It's great!

- Yes, but...
- Don't worry, we'll be back in 2 hours.

- I know but...
- We won't tell Fofò either.

Alright.

How do I look?

Great, but you'll have to have it
adjusted a bit.

Thank you.

I'll review the lesson, she's coming...

So you're really going to a gala
with that guy of the cars?

His name's Alfonso
and his passion is for horses.

Then why does he sell cars?

Because his father wants him
to run the family business.

What's that supposed to mean?

My dad wants me to study engineering,
but it's out of the question for me.

I'm sorry, but I think this Puccio
is a bit stupid.

He's not stupid and anyway
not everyone can be lucky like you

who have a modern father,
from the "North".

There's so much to do before leaving!
Are you sure you've done it correctly?

Yes, it's normal.
I do it all the time with Marco.

- Alice, I think about you a lot.
- What?

I wanted to tell you I think a lot
about you, I mean all the time.

What's the matter? Aren't you happy?

- Salvatore, I don't feel safe.
- Don't worry, I'm here.

Since the first time I saw you...

- Salvatore, it's cold.
- You must listen to me now.

Since the first time
you came into the classroom

I've been thinking of you all the time,
I mean only about you.

I wanted to ask you...
Alice, do you want to be my girlfriend?

I was panicking, I'd asked her to be
my girlfriend and she hadn't answered,

maybe she didn't hear
or pretended she didn't hear.

What's happening, Salvatore?
I'm scared!

Maybe I'd made a mistake bringing her.
My head was full of doubts again.

The only thing I was sure about
was that I'd untied the wrong knot.

- What's going on? It's moving!
- I'm coming!

- Salvatore!
- I'm coming, Alice!

- I'm scared!
- Help!

- Please do something!
- Help!

- Salvatore!
- Alice!

We'll tighten it slightly on the hips
and it'll be perfect.

Look at how beautiful
your daughter is.

Yes. Have you said
you're to be back by 11 pm?

Yes, dad! They'll get me home
by 11, 11:30, midnight at the latest.

Sorry?

I'll be back early too,
the restaurant's not far from here.

Alright, have fun both of you.

- Why is he always pouting?
- It's because you're growing up.

You used to be his little girl,
he was the one who made you happy,

but look at yourself now,
you're a woman.

Mum, why did you choose dad?

I didn't choose him, we fell in love.

Haven't you ever doubted?

I mean, like you've fallen in love
with the wrong person?

No, never.

- Help! Help!
- Help!

Marco! Help!

Marco! Quick!

Salvatore!

Go, Marco!

Marco's coming, don't worry!

Marco's arrival saved us from what
after all was only a great fright.

But it wouldn't save me from ruin,
from the most complete catastrophe.

By trying to be a kamikaze
I'd made myself look like a wretch.

I wanted my doubts, my uncertainties
and my questions back.

Luckily garbage is only collected
randomly in Palermo.

- I'm off then.
- You're beautiful!

Thanks! I'll get moving
so I'll be back sooner.

- Have fun.
- Yes, bye!

I'm not doing anything wrong.
I'm not doing anything wrong...

I'm not doing anything wrong...

Hello?

Mr. Guarneri, good evening!

Yes, tell me.

Yes, Salvuccio's here, why?

The sea?

With a boat?

I didn't know anything about it
because...

How's the little girl?

Yes, I'll really tell him off.

Do you realize how dangerous
what you did is?

Where on earth did you get
such a stupid idea from?

Here. I got it from here.

He says he got it from here!

It does give us stupid ideas
doesn't it, Salvù?

That's why I won't punish you.

You agree?

What's the matter, dad?

Listen, I want you
to do me a favour now.

I'll just be away for a minute,
I'll be right back,

but you must be good and wait here
without causing any more trouble, okay?

Where are you going?

To make sure another one of the family
doesn't do something stupid,

because of this too.

Thank you.

The first dedication
is for Angela Giammarresi.

There's a message.

"How I managed to live without you
'till now? I do not know, your Alfonso."

Did you hear that, Carla?
Our son's a poet.

Peppì, our son's in love!

- Do you like it?
- Sure!

I just don't know
if I'm showing you up.

What are you on about?
You're the prettiest in the place.

Dad's telling everyone
you're my girlfriend!

He's never been so proud of me.

- Then why don't you tell him?
- What?

About the riding centre, your passion.

Tell him you don't want to stay
at the dealership anymore!

This evening?

My father knew that those who were
said to be respectful in Palermo

were respectful only on paper,

and as much as he'd tried up to the end
to look the other way,

he felt Angela was in danger
in that place.

No, no! Take your hands off me!

Hey, let go! My shoe!

Just a moment!

It's not as if I were trying
to get into a...

Well!

- Mr. Mayor.
- Good evening, my dears.

This way.

But seeing all those influential people
he finally found it impossible that

public administrators,
regional deputies,

prelates, reputable professionals
all went to parties with mafiosi.

He thought his obsession
had overpowered him.

After all, it took us all a few years
to discover that was how it was.

Alfonso, you're with a beautiful girl
and you don't introduce her?

Sure.

- Nice to meet you, Stefano.
- Angela.

Well done, Alfonso. Have fun.

Who's that?

Stefano Bontade, one of dad's clients.
He loves sports cars too.

Angela didn't know she'd just shaken
hands with the prince of Villagrazia,

Stefano Bontade,
not a nobleman,

but one of the fiercest
mafia bosses of the city.

And Stefano Bontade was a guest
of honour at these elegant parties.

There couldn't not be politicians like
the Christian Democrat Salvo Lima

former mayor of Palermo and former
under secretary of the Treasury.

Do you know what I've thought?
A new slogan for the European elections.

Come on Salvo, speak,
don't keep us on pins.

"Sicily needs Europe
and Europe needs Sicily".

Great idea! Excellent!

And businessmen
like Nino and Ignazio Salvo

State tax collectors in Sicily,

representatives
of the Christian Democrat party.

...wagons full of money!

You won't forget your friends
when you get to Brussels, will you?

- Remember, money brings money.
- And lice bring lice.

- He's not turning into a louse, is he?
- I never forget my friends!

And those parties where an opportunity
to do business, share offices

and decide the destiny
of more or less innocent Christians.

- Peppino, what about Don Tano?
- In Cefalù, taking some fresh air.

When is he back?

I don't know. Anyway, I'm here, right?

Sure. You're here.

Everyone knows you're here!

- Are you so afraid I'll forget you all?
- No, it's a little gift.

Who knows, if another teacher
gets sick you might come back.

Listen, Pia, I got you a gift
because I was sure,

but I've spoken to my friend...

and he said things have changed.

- What things?
- The classification.

I mean you were in,
but you're not any more.

I didn't tell you so as not to spoil
the evening, but what else can I do?

I'm sorry, Pia.

You'll get there sooner or later.
There aren't any teachers like you.

Madam.

Pia?

- Pia! Back already?
- Where were you?

I went to check Angela's party.

You should've seen the people there,
important people, the mayor, cardinal...

What's the matter, love?

- It's not true I'm a permanent teacher.
- What do you mean?

I don't know what happened!

First I was there and then I wasn't!

I believed in what you told me,

that if you do things the right way
sooner or later you get results.

- I believed it!
- Come here, darling.

I'm sorry.

You've no idea of where I've been.

Puccio!

That morning my sister
waited ages for Alfonso.

They'd decided he wouldn't go to work
and she wouldn't go to school

to spend all their time together,
but he didn't turn up.

- Excuse me?
- Hello, how can I help?

Have you seen Alfonso?

No? We haven't seen anyone here.

My sister had a bad presentiment,
but nothing had happened to Alfonso.

Dad, do you remember
the important thing I had to tell you?

Go to your room,
take what you can and let's leave.

Dad, I need to talk to you.
Why leave?

- Hurry, we must get out of here.
- Why must we get out of here?

There's been a shooting
at the show room.

- They killed the other Puccio.
- And what's that got to do with us?

Shit! It was me they were after!
It was me they wanted to kill!

Don't you understand a bloody thing,
you idiot? Are you still here? Go!

The Corleone clan hit men had made
a mistake that many made in Palermo,

they'd mixed up the two Puccios.

So Giuseppe Puccio was killed,
the other Puccio,

the one who sold agricultural machinery,

an honest man who stayed late
at the shop to do his accounts

because he said it was better
to work in the evening

and no-one disturbed you.

Despite his flight, Giuseppe Puccio,
the mafioso,

was tracked down
and killed by the Corleone clan.

Alfonso Puccio disappeared

and from the day of that party
my sister never heard of him again.