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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.