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Due to the infringement of the town planning law,

in articles 765 and 517,

Manzo Odoacre,

President of the Tiburtense construction company,

is sentenced to 18 months imprisonment.

And he is fined 3,220,000 lire and has to pay the costs of prosecution.

Furthermore, according to the precedent description and supporting details,

the demolition of works constructed

in the referred area is ordered to be executed immediately.

On behalf of the Italian people, proceed with the execution of the sentence.

All is ready, sir. Judge.

Proceed.

Sign here.

- Thank you. - Let's go.

Good morning, Mr. Bonifazi.

We've heard you've been promoted to Judge Advocate.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Will there be more work?

More everything.

So long, sir.

The Engineer Lorenzo Santenocito.

CEO of Plast, company profiling in plastic construction,

construction companies Prati & Pomezia,

Santenocito highway, Laziomio real estate agency,

financing agency Nostra, insurance agency Giannutri.

Vice-president of the hotel society Sicilia-Oeste

and of Santenocito Ceramics.

Delegated Councelor of Lazio Brickyards and Italasphalt.

Are you going camping at Tor San Lorenzo?

You're not the first I picked up for a ride.

You know why I allowed you to get in?

To tell you what I think of guys like you.

Who despise guys like me...

but beg us to ride in our cars.

Who call us exploiters, but don't mind exploiting us.

And you do well.

Because many tolerate you, and instead they should crush you.

Camping?

You know what I would do with your camping??

I wouldn't prohibit it, no.

I would simply surround them with barbed wire spikes and high voltage.

And then I'd throw all the young people like you inside,

age 25 and under, with your heads shaved bald. Working 16 hours a day!

Everybody - conchies, anarchists, maoists, all of you would be there suffering!

Like us, who have been to war and work!

We work hard to enlarge this country.

How old are you?

You'll say 26 so you could escape.

You have not understood anything and you've kept me talking.

Get out, you little bastard!

Fascist! Son of a bitch!

President of the association "Prosperous Rome".

Managing Director of the Cooperative Industrial Bank,

of Renaissance Cements and the Sicilian Fund.

President of the Sporting Society Tirrena.

Trustee of the company Slia biodegradables.

Exclusive administrator of Sup, urban�stic society.

Coounselor of Charyde Films

president of Centro-Sud Pharmaceutics.

Look at that beautiful overtaking on a full curve!

I'll make him pay for it.

Don't strain yourself, it's Mr. Santenocito. He's well-connected.

Greetings, guys!

He has hundreds of fines and hasn't paid one.

Maybe we'll make this one pay!

Fraudulent Tolcaldara allotment.

Trafficking of servants from Madagascar.

The caretaker entered the girl's room at 10am.

Miss!

My God! My God!

After an observation of the scene by the members of the police,

Dr. Brunori arrived at 10.25, and examined the body,

and declared the following:

On the first examination

there are signs of bruising on the body.

In short, someone hit her. An important detail.

The injuries, though stern, were not treated.

It should also be noted that both the body and the sheets have been returned

into their original form. In perfect order.

So perfect that we can assume the intervention of a stranger.

No, Judge.

It's not because I suspected a violent death

that I called the Carabinieri

instead of calling Dr. Silvestri on the 2nd floor.

- No ? - No, sir.

When I looked for Dr. Silvestri I was told:

"He's at the clinic" At the clinic they said : "He's at the hospital."

At the hospital: "The lab."

-Alright, alright.. - The medics

today are too greedy.

"Like the dog of Mr. Tartaille:

"you run after him and he, after the quail. "

That's the truth.

In conclusion, you do not suspect

that the death of the girl could

have been from unnatural causes.

At what time did she return the day before?

I do not know. Usually, she passed through the garage.

Through the garage...

I saw little, I knew little.

Besides, she lived alone. Dot.

"Lived alone." And I know when to write down the dot.

I was just helping you.

How come a young girl like her lived alone?

For more information, talk to her parents.

Can I go now?

They often saw their daughter?

- Yes, often. - Very little.

Often or not?

For example, on the day of that terrible misfortune we had invited her for dinner.

In the evening, she called,

she had an appointment with an important man,

it is unclear who.

We hate wasting food.

So we invited a neighbor, The Casciotti widow.

who was very happy to come.

The next day ...

You see ...

In the morning, the concierge called to say ...

Our dear...

You see, although we did not live together,

the affective attention we received from our daughter

was absolutely outstanding.

If you had known ...

Her joyous personality.

We called her 'our little birdy'.

You must know that we have large financial difficulties.

My wife, professor of mandolin,

has a ridiculous pension.

Furthermore, she is diabetic.

And regarding me, you know how they say: "One can't make a living from poetry".

Even though I am a painter...

This is off topic. Confine yourself to facts.

I am a faithful wife,

tell that to my cuckold husband!

Goodbye.

The facts ... Facts are ugly, sir.

Imagination is better.

Our little one stopped with her studies

and inserted herself into the grand cauldron.

- Cauldron? -Yes, she was earning well.

We lacked nothing. We even had the mud therapy.

Excuse me, you were talking about the "grand cauldron".

What do you mean by "grand cauldron"?

In what way ?

What kind of work did she do?

Public relations?

Is that a question?

- I don't know... - You should know.

She saw the world, invited people, got invited ... She expressed herself.

She met with mportant people.

Personalities of the commerce.

Foreigners.

From Milan. Not too many Romans.

Silvana spoke good English.

Great hotels... High society, yes.

Why don't we tell him about the boy?

Do you believe that they really didn't know the line of work their daughter was in?

- No? - I don't think so.

Judge, there was an episode

which illustrates the nature of our daughter.

- Shall I tell you? - Tell, go ahead.

About a year ago, she gave up everything. She was in love.

In some young man.

Some nobody. She even wanted to marry him.

And so she stopped expressing herself.

- She has ignored us. - We've quarreled, all in vain.

That's what love does!

This nobody was a certain...

Sirio Roscioni ?

How do you know?

I interrogated him He plays basketball and studies.

He plays and does not earn a penny.

Please, go on. And don't decorate the story, if possible.

It can be said, that before we were helped by our little girl,

there were some very dark days.

One night, driven by hunger,

we went to Tito, in the hope of getting some money,

since, besides painting, my husband is also semi-baritone.

They threw us out, saying that street singers

are mafia that works together with the owners of the reastaurants.

Dad!

- Mom! - My child !

It was like before, sir.

Sobbing, she said, "Mom!

"Forgive me the harm I have caused you.

"Everything is over between me and Sirio. I left him. "

It brings out emotions in you too, huh?

So the ungrateful daughter left the "nobody" she wanted to marry,

and returned to the straight path.

And we lived happily ever after.

I even got myself a new denture.

I believe he's an ignorant father of a bitch.

but he's also a son of a bitch who doesn't ignore a thing.

For the last time.

Can you tell me what sort of work your daughter did?

Excuse me, "do" is not the word.

On the contrary.

You want concrete facts, of course

But life is ambiguous ... very ambiguous.

That is its charm.

What are the names of personalities that your daughter was seeing?

We didn't hang around in those circles.

Come on, make an effort!

What was the name of the one who recommended

her to the Standard Magazine?

-Come on. -Yes, Judge...

Santo...

- Sant'Antonio. - Why not St. Francis!

No, the other,

the owner of Plast, a factory for plastic material.

- Plast ? - Yes.

Santenocito ?

Yes, bravo, Santenocito. That's his name.

Mr. Santenocito kindly made a letter of recommendation.

That's enough, you can leave.

Alright, we're going.

- Thank you. - Please.

Are the results of the girl's autopsy ready?

Easy... "Cats in a hurry give birth to blind kittens"

Ciao.

- Mlss Carmen. - Yes?

Tell them to prepare the report on the girl who died yesterday.

The judge Bonifazi's here.

- How are you? - Good... and you?

- Tired. - Me too.

Can you tell me about the girl?

She had nice breasts.

We'll see about that.

Still constipated?

No, stewed prunes helped ...

I am anti-drugs. Now I'll tell you what I think.

Constipation is a pretext to spend hours on the toilet,

which is the last refuge

where the intimacy battles the social bordello of the outside.

Man is born of shit and he returns there,

thanks to the progress that poisons society. Do you agree, Judge?

-Yes -Who imposes?

- Agnelli and Marx. -And Paperino Dolometti.(?)

Mazzetti, is the report coming?

Something for you.

- What? - Hunting and fishing.

It stinks!

No, just a little gamy. A seagull who swallowed a fish.

- Something to do with the inquiry? - Maybe not.

Or maybe yes, who knows.

Killed by waste from the Plast plant -

the society for actions... dishonest.

It's presiden is Santenocito.

- Isn't he in construction business? - Among other thins.

He managed to construct his factory at the expense of the State.

And you intend to indict him with pollution. You're obsessed.

- And if I had eaten this fish? - If only!

You keep complaining that the progress poisons citizens,

but what are you doing to prevent it?

I do not care about people,

who aspire to be industrial poisoners.

But you, judges,

you don't see that the people you protect

deserve nothing?

And you continue to defend them!

Those who deserve it, deserve. The others will be punished.

We are threatened. because we do not deserve it.

What will you do, Robespierre? Cut everyones head off?

I'll fine you medics. So you'll suffer more.

Dubious joke.

It does not make us laugh, eh? Put the chicken in the fridge.

Keep one leg for the teacher.

Here is the report.

- Let me see. - You're not going to understand anything.

"The death occurred between midnight and 2 am."

"It excludes a cardiac syncope as a result of the blows."

"The beatings were severe, but not fatal. "

- What did she die of? - We'll see.

"Analysis of the kidney residue."

"Deterioration of renal tubules." What is it?

Excessive use of opiates.

Drugs?

If she were alive, you'd charge her?

What was she doing?

Well ... she "expressed herself".

A whore?

In short ... What kind of opiate?

I'll have to perform a gastrostomy.

Do it.

Could you give me your personal opinion of what caused her death?

Well, just a hypothesis... perhaps she didn't die

in her bed.

She was put there after her death?

Why not? It's possible.

Morning, Mr. Manzi...

- So? - We must wait.

- Shall I check the mail? -Yes.

So, how's it going with those signatures against divorce?

So-so.

I'll sign them. All of them.

What is it? "Convening of the court."

The second one. For testimony.

I do not care.

To hell with them!

- Mr. Santenocito ? - Yes.

Just a minute.

Tell Compiobbi that I'll buy the De Chirico,

and I want it authenticated by a notary.

My dear friend!

A little patience.

Congratulations, Mr. Judge!

Judge Bonifazi!

- Bonifazi ! -I'll be there

Good day.

Where are you with the drugged whore? Did you close the file?

No, not yet.

I await further analysis.

Just charge the groom with the murder, that young man.

I checked. He was with his team in Faenza on Saturday.

-He returned Sunday night. - Too bad.

And Santenocito, who was summoned to court twice, did not appear.

Santenocito ?

Exactly. He knew the girl.

If he doesn't arrive today, I'll send the carabinieri.

Oh my!

-You're not in a hurry anymore? - Hurry?

Yes. You're always in a hurry. Charge, close...

Suddenly, you calm down.

What are you saying? It was just a friendly advice.

Like hell.

You will have to wait.

Do not refuse my caring help.

Caring? You're telling me to charge!

You have a grudge against me.

You're trying to engage me into a controversial debate,

which I am determined to avoid.

I do not debate, my dear friend.

So what is this exaltation then,

if you don't mind telling me, Mr. Judge?

You call me exalted,

while you apply the penalty of recidivism for stealing a kilo of apricots.

So that's it.

You have the excessive zeal of a man who lacks moral balance.

You're suffering from legislative squinting.

I won't allow this demagogical aggressions.

Take back what you just said. Immediately!

I'm a demagogue? And you?

Take it back!

- Answer me ! -Take a chill-pill!

You take it!

If I'm demagogue What are you, a fascist?

Respond.

And do not approach me in the hallways with that tone!

I do my duty, and it's not for you to teach me.

I am a magistrate, for God sake!

- Me too! - No, you're ...

Fortunately, there were no casualties.

Palace of Justice has been declared off-limits.

The authorities have announced its closure and its immediate evacuation.

If you ask me, it collapsed,

under the weight of so much backlog.

And you, what do you think?

Me? I only know that back in the day such things didn't happen.

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Hearings are temporarily suspended,

until the tribunal offices are installed

in schools and some military quarters.

Come help me.

How do you say "subdivision"?

Never three!

- Want a smoke? - No!

This is abuse! Accompany me to my home, I have to change.

Sir, we looked for you all day.

I have orders to accompany you to the Judge immediately.

I'm sorry.

Where are we going?

Not at the courthouse? Where are you taking me?

We're almost there.

Heads will roll...

To take me dressed this way ...

This is shameful. Here, I'll even put my helmet.

If there are paparazzi, it will look good!

But where are we?

Guard!

Tanks...What is this? A coup?

- Pardon ? -An overthrow of the government?

Not at all, sir.

It's been all over the news, it's here temporarily.

This way.

Some people always play and others always work...

...until the surface shines...

...but it's the thief that sucks all the fat out of it...

...and the government watches him but does not interfere...

Oh well, Gioacchino Belli never grows old.

In totalitarian countries, abuse is unfortunate.

The transgression involves the highest rate of repression.

And it represents the maximum liberty

given by the community.

Dear sir.

I only understood "dear sir".

I will translate.

The worst form of abuse of power,

is taking advantage given by the society.

Is that clear?

Do you hear that?

Lower your voice and sit down.

You are Lorenzo Santenocito, from Trapani born November 28, 1923.

Profession: entrepreneur.

Your principal activities are in Rome...

The more patetic they are, the more importance they give to themselves

You know, I can crush you like a louse.

A word to the Minister

and he'll ship you to Pantelleria.

Better yet, I will send you to Filicudi.

The legal domicile is Ardea, of course.

Look.

Who is she?

You don't know her?

A girl who died under mysterious circumstance. It was in the press.

Yet in 1969,

you recommended this girl to the Standard society.

Judge, your view

of my activities as a businessman is false.

I move in high circles.

To think that an industrial maintains relations

with everyone he recommends

is the same as thinking he maintains relations with users of finished product.

With whom?

Users of finished product, also known as consumers.

Why don't you say consumers, then?

Oh, boy!

I do not accept the limitation of undifferentiated terminology.

More words, more ideas.

I love language adhesions

and desimplifications.

Tell me... What's the alternative to the word "desimplify" ?

Desimplify? Complicate.

Complicate?

Yes, complicate.

Well ... Everyone knows that.

Your name is Lorenzo. Noone calls you Renzo?

It's not impossible. Why?

Because in the girl's agenda,

there is a Renzo, with a phone number:

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

We know.

This is the number of Club Aniene, you are a member.

Renzo ?

Do you think Renzo is an unusual first name?

Do you know how many people are called Renzo?

If they're not called Renzo, they can't be members...

A sense of humor, huh?

The humor is born of freedom and vice versa.

The two go hand in hand, isn't that so?

Relevant to our topic?

And how!

Administering justice in a repressive place, such as barracks,

is an attack on the freedom of the witness.

You are the higher power and me, the subordinate.

We are in barracks

because the courthouse, built by unscrupulous builders,

with the complicity of dishonest politicians,

was falling apart.

Why are you telling me this in that tone, Judge?

Because I am a constructor? Is this a crime?

Will you arrest me for that?

Are we in Russia, China?

Or maybe my Sicilian origins bother you?

No. And limit yourself to answering MY questions.

I've already answered. But I still don't know what you want from me.

Where were you the night of May 7?

Why that night precisely ?

It was the night that the girl died.

You're asking if I have an alibi. Finally!

Of course. In Italy it is well known.

A citizen is obligated to always have an alibi

to present to competent authorities.

-Will you allow me to ask you a question? - No.

Who always has an alibi in their pocket? Delinquents.

Not me.

No! I'm supposed to remember what I did 10 days ago?

I do millions of things every day.

Maybe I was in Berlin.

- I go there often. Berlin! - Lower your voice!

How could I remember? I am not an employee of the State!

At night, exhausted from my activities, I rest with my family.

Is being with your family an alibi?

No. With family, only adverse testimonies are accepted.

That's for me to say.

At nights, I stay at home with my wife and my father,

who is very sick indeed.

What else can someone like me do,

someone who leads a hated life as an enterpreneur, a life full of sacrifices.

Basically, I am a proletarian. What would society be without us,

in the hands of bureaucrats?

What else is left

if not family? The family that I love!

I remember.

The night of 7th I played cards with my father till late.

Not poker, but a very Italian game - "scopetta" - get it?

Farewell, I'm leaving.

Did I say you can leave ? Did I say we're finished here?

What makes you think that? You will leave when I tell you.

You may go.

Sir...

your helmet.

This afternoon you were telephoned by Judge Menchelli, senator Lagona,

attorney Badalamenti.

And from Hilton, by a Mr. Blom...

Blomfield. Continue?

Names, names!

Mr. Coppo or Coppolo, Mr. Piglialongo, Vanzi.

- And then? - Attorney Balzani, senator Spano,

Mr. Trapani, countess Gori, general Mirichino...

Madame Caruso, Judge Ricci.

- What do they want?? -They want to know what happened.

Nothing, nothing at all. It was only for a testimonial

Nothing!

Lorenzo !

"Lorenzo"...

What do you have in store for me tonight, Dear Lord?

Bad news.

Lavinia, your vocation to bust my balls the moment I enter the house

has truly disintegrated my life.

Spit it out.

Your father, locked in his room,

because that witch Gretel had a day off,

broke a mirror, poor thing.

I saw you knock on wood.

Yes, the dreaded Santenocito is superstitious

He is afraid of death, the famine, of the revolution

He touches wood and tickles the balls on his statues.

Don't be so disgusting.

Your concern for my father is pure snobbery.

You want to be original,

but you are only a poor girl who tries to be extravagant

Only the infamous find the extravagant compassion.

Nice phrase. Where did you read it?

Where were you?

In Court. In fact, the headquarters of stupidity

Invent another lie!

You're a pig who's whoring around.

I love whores. I married you!

You married me for different reasons.

To cover up the transport of British trucks during the war.

Mama was right for wanting to denounce you to Marshall Montgomery.

Talk all you want.

Bastard! Bastard!

Menopause, menopause! When you're gone they'll give it your name

Laugh, Lavinia, laugh! Banish your hysterical behaviour!

Do not expect to drag me into your hysteria.

You can not. I am in excellent spirits.

I'm going to spoil them. Wanna bet?

I bet not.

- I bet so. - I bet not.

Your daughter is pregnant

Shit!

See, you bastard?

Giugi!

That's for giving freedom to the young people!

Giugi!

What?

Mom told me ...

You're pregnant? Tell me it's not so.

You're so annoying.

I only said that to mom to mess with her.

You joked, but she believes it's true.

She never understands anything.

A virgin at 18 years is an exception today

But this world of infamy needs exceptions.

Only pure conscience can save us.

Remain pure, don't give up, men are wolves.

Excuse me, but tonight, your dad is...I don't know...

more down to Earth.

Okay, leave, you're crushing me.

Scoundrel!

I understand you, Giugi.

You love me very much but ..

but you don't admire me. Is that correct?

No, I admire you too.

So, specify it: I admire you for this and this.

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

There you go.

Stay pure. Understand?

And most importantly,

let us always stay together like this.

Hello! It's me again.

I've started to suspect something.

Maybe this statement I had to give to the Judge

was a maneuver concerted by Minister Lorcari in order to intimidate me.

What are you saying? Why?

Because of my refusal to finance his party.

I could talk to the Minister but it is best that you do it

as my lawyer.

This must be the result of a maneuver.

But what are you saying?

Sometimes it amazes me how you got rich with your way of thinking.

Do you honestly think that judges are susceptible to such things?

Recent cases are exceptions.

They are not all equal.

Then I can sleep easy.

Of course you can sleep easy.

You told him nothing about me, right?

I swore to you on my daughter.

Yes... I think the case will be shelved.

What is this Judge's name, anyway?

Bonifazi.

I can't sleep peacefully after all, huh?

A little less peacefully.

I'll give you an example.

As a judge in the trial of child abuse,

he shipped 39 orders of arrest in one day.

He's a savage beast!

Have you talked to your father?

Yes, no, I will speak now.

Call me tomorrow.

- Good night. - Good night, engineer.

- Has he gone to bed? - Yes, but I don't think he's asleep yet.

- Dear Dad! - Who is it?

- How are you? - Bad!

- Why? - Because you come to see me..

That's not very friendly.

I'm not friendly exactly because you never come to see me.

It's true, but I am always so busy.

Shut up and listen.

Come, come and hear something.

You hear? It's a violin.

You can hear it only

when it's a full moon.

I understand. Come here.

It comes from the forest, the area around the agricultural school.

- Very good. - Who could it be at this hour?

- Sit down. - Must be some crazy man.

How about a game?

Or a beggar.

Okay, cut the deck.

- A game of scopetta? - Yes, like the other night.

Just like Saturday 7th, Do you remember?

We played until late.

Yes, the Saturday when Lavinia and Giugi

went to Ischia.

That's right.

Gone are the vessels,

for distant shores ...

No, we didn't play until late.

I remember our game ended around 10 pm.

And you left.

Play, Dad. Okay, "scopa" for you.

No! I can't take 6 with an ace.

No, I've played ace and you 6. Your "scopa".

What the fuck are you saying?

You're wrong.

I didn't go out that night, I was here playing with you.

Renzo, my dear boy, why do you want me to say that you were here...

...on Saturday 7th? Are you afraid of your wife?

You don't want her to know that you went out to see some hussy?

- Of course not!

Be honest.

What are you talking about?

It's a mnemonic exercise you doctor has prescribed.

Remember exactly

what happened on a certain day at a certain time.

- Undersatand? - Yes.

But to show you that I have no need

for mnemonic exercise, as you call it,

I will say that in your hand

are a 6 and 2.

Am I right?

Well, your memory is improving.

However, Dad.

it may just be my impression, but

you look a little bit discontented. Or am I wrong?

How could I not be discontented.

Always locked in here, like a dog?

I propose one thing.

What would you say if we went on a trip we wanted to go on so many years ago?

That would help us both.

Excellent idea.

Dear Renzo. Bravo.

Let's go out soon.

We'll take a jeep convertible.

A tent, a portable shower and a stove.

And take shotguns.

The two of us alone, like when you were a kid.

I was rotting in here.

I was sick, yes. but not anymore.

I'm of sane mind, I have a good memory.

Imagine, seeing all those immense forests....

...endless rivers.

- We'll take a steamboat... - Come on, let me talk.

- What? - Listen to me.

There is a ...

...a judge who is trying to accuse me

for something I wasn't involved in.

But if I prove that on the night of Saturday 7th,..

Do you understand, Dad?

If I prove I was with you, everything will be fine. Otherwise,

that judge will not let me go and then it's Goodbye, Africa.

But my son I can not lie to a Judge.

No, it's not a lie.

It may not even be necessary, but if he asks you,

tell him that in that night,

and it's the truth, I was here with you.

You got that?

I get it!

You want me to falsely testify!

- Go fuck yourself! - I don't want to see any judges.

You think I forgot the time when I changed my testimony

and they threw me in jail?

You are all crazy!

That's why you wanted to take me to Africa, you scoundrel!

I'll tell the truth to the judge.

That night you went out!

What truth? You're a demented old fool!

A nutcase!

You hear violins!

You told me to listen. I didn't hear a thing.

- You heard it. - The violin is in your head!

That's not true!

We'll go on a trip. Straight to the asylum!

We'll see who is most stubborn of the two!

There was a violin!

Fool! Crazy fool!

There was!

Tortellini with parmesan, a quarter of red wine and mineral water.

While I wait, bring me a couple of sardines.

Only two. If there's no garlic.

- They have garlic. - Bring them all the same.

- Cooked prunes? - No. Listen.

I expect a call. Tell Maria Teresa ... Thank you.

The judge expects a call.

Just a minute.

I apologize for being late, sir. May I?

Please.

No, leave the bag where it is.

Ah, yes.

This traffic is a mess.

You look well.

Waiter, a cafe, please. Thank you.

Is that your usual restaurant?

Very nice.

It has a good vibe.

Speak your mind, Mr. Cerioni.

Sir, Irma is not happy.

I feel she doesn't love me anymore.

And you came here to tell me that?

She resents me, and after being married for so long, it saddens me.

- A few drops of liquor. - Yes

Let's not talk about our feelings.

When I left Irma, I felt nothing but contempt.

Fair enough.

In short, what do you want from me?

Another droplet. Dont be afraid.

Sir.

I have a good reason to believe that your wife still loves you.

She still calls herself Ms. Bonifazi.

Why don't you get back together?

Don't get me wrong.

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

Don't forget, sir.

"Love Conquers Everything".

Listen, talking about love at our age

is a bit repugnant. Irma sent you?

for the love of God!

Irma doesn't know a thing.

A few days ago I studied her horoscope,

and found that she'll return to to her old love.

If I understand correctly...

You want me to take her back?

I'm gonna slap you hard, here in front of everyone.

And what if there was some money involved?

For taking Irma back?

No, for me, to keep Irma.

I'll give you 24 hours. After all, This is no blackmail.

When they removed her gall bladder,

she cost me a fortune.

Mr. Judge, it's for you.

I'm coming.

Go to hell.

It's me. Pass him through.

Hello, Bonifazi?

Hello?

Turn the volume down.

Rivaroli? Hello, tell me!

We have the results of gastromatographic analysis.

Any good news?

I will avoid the professional terminology with an ignoramus like you.

We found traces of a synthetic alkaloid

in the kidneys and the liver of the deceased.

A type of heroin, so to speak.

It's used in a certain German drug

that is not sold in Italy.

A German drug?

Yes, Ruhenol.

Write it. Ruhenol, with "h.

have you written it down?

Repeat, please.

Ruhenol.

- You got it? - Yes, I got it.

- Nothing else? - No.

You said there were good news.

What do you expect?

Name, surname and the address the murderer?

Well, thank you. Bye.

I often go to Berlin and Munich. Do I have to remember when?

I do not understand.

why did I have to dress like that?

Lorenzo!

Come here, Daddy!

- Miss Gretel? - Yes?

Dad, you know these friends.

Sir ... Miss. ...

Dad always complains that he's...

locked up in his room, and rightly so.

why don't you get some fresh air?

At Monte Mario, for example.

You may not know that he lived many years there.

At Santa Reparata.

Dad liked it there. Right, Dad?

Santa Reparata? One of the most beautiful streets. Congratulations!

What a coincidence! We live very close by.

If you want to come and take a ride with us...

But if we live in the countryside, by the sea,

why do we have to go to Monte Mario

to get some fresh air?

Lorenzo, who are these people?

There is an insane asylum

in Monte Mario. I'm not crazy!

- Come on! - I'm not crazy!

I will not be locked up! I'm not crazy!

I will not go to the madhouse!

I'll kill you first!

What's wrong? Lorenzo!

Sir, do not be a kid.

It is a clinic that will cure you.

I do not want to go there. I will not! No!

Come on grandpa, be reasonable. It's not a hospital.

I'm not crazy.

Get him!

Lavinia! Help!

Lorenzo!

You'll be fine, you'll see.

What a look!

I see no mercy or remorse in your eyes.

Mercy and power are incompatible.

Beautiful phrase. I have to remember it.

Lorenzo! why did you have him admiited?

Explain yourself!

Go, I'm crying.

Was he a nuisance to you, you asshole?

Do you prefer to have a father in an asylum or a husband in jail?

Go, I'll return with a taxi.

Good morning, I would like to speak with the father of Mr. Santenocito.

I am judge Bonifazi.

Mr. Riziero is ...

Forgive me. Please, wait in the lounge.

Good morning.

Excuse me. What are you doing here standing?

Lavinia Santenocito.

Don't you want to sit down?

No, thanks.

You wanted to talk to my father.

Just a while ago ... It's horrible.

He had another crisis. They've taken him in an ambulance.

Him?

What kind of crisis?

Crisis of age, poor thing. Dementia.

How fragile we are.

We were aware of it for some time.

but we postponed it, you know? We love him so much.

But why did you want to see him?

What about your husband?

Could I talk to him?

My husband? He's in the city.

He didn't want to be present.

It was a very unpleasant scene.

Judge, may I offer you something?

No, thank you.

Do you have a Ruhenol pill?

Ruhenol!

It's an analgetic. It is the only thing that can calm my migraine.

I also suffer from migraines. when the weather changes.

What's the medicine called?

Ruhenol.

It's German. Does your husband go to Germany often?

Yes, but I don't see the connection.

Can I give you something else?

No thanks, it's too late. I'm leaving. Until next time.

Lorenzo!

What are you doing here?

The curves bother you? I go this way to avoid traffic jams.

I've already thanked you.

In the most tragic moments,

secondary and casual thoughts arise.

Like the condemned man who

notices that his executioner has a gold tooth.

Sometimes I surprise myself thinking

how the most simple and usual word

can be the symbol of something that we consider great and noble.

God?

Dad.

so I rushed to accompany him.

My house is now empty.

And going back to it makes no sense to me.

Especially because you just left your house.

I do not understand.

And I do not understand why after hiding yourself, not wanting to see me,

you're pretending as if you just arrived from Rome.

I'll be honest.

You have no other choice.

I decided to talk, so I have approached you.

And I've decided to listen, so I got into the car.

Then it's showdown!

I do not know that drug,

That Runol, Ruinil ...

- Ruhenol. - That, Ruhenol.

And as I said, I don't know the girl either.

Mr. Bonifazi,

Do you honestly think I am a murderer?

Take a good look at me.

And you look at the road,

there's a truck.

I'll tell you my opinion about what happened.

Somebody drugged the girl and beat her up.

No doubt for vile reasons, that we're trying to clarify.

Realizing that the girl was in a very bad condition, our man got frightened,

and took her home.

The wound in the forehead was a result

of a hit against the framework of a door or something.

If the perpetrator had called a doctor,

he would have saved her.

but for fear of a scandal, he did not, leaving her to die

after placing her carefully in the bed.

And you see me as that criminal.

I never said that.

But you came to check my alibi ...

because I told you I was with my father.

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

Journalists are lurking beasts.

If this thing exploded it would result in a scandalous campaign,

threatening to drag people of irreproachable integrity.

With whom I am connected by professional

and friendly relations.

Like the mayor,

parliamentarians,

Vice-secretaries of State

and people on even higher positions.

But I wanted to talk with you for more subtle

reasons. I want to

get support.

- From who? - From you.

Support of a morally strong man,

however hostile he may be towards me.

I discovered (painfully)

that I only talk to people who want something from me.

Or vice versa.

You're always biting.

Direct, confident.

While I ...

...I'm sinking.

And it doesn't matter what causes the leak in my hull (my body):

Your suspicions,

the threat of a scandal,

marital unhappiness.

"Santenocito Enterprise.

"Earthly paradise." What's that?

In this desolate, but great land,

we will plant hundred-year-old trees.

Instead of this char.

Spontaneous combustion.

Villas.

Single family houses. And..

schools, supermarkets, kindergarten,

Cow farms with fresh milk all close to the sea.

And with very favorable conditions.

- Are you married? - No.

It's okay, we also have smaller models.

with unique atmosphere.

Credit rates are very elastic.

No need to worry. It's practically free.

They are very nice.

Sometimes I pick one up.

I am with the young people.

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

I think I'd like to arrive today.

It's almost 2.

Shall we stop here? They make a delicious tripe with mint and cheese.

God forbid.

Then at "Aunt Adele'. A fish soup.

I'm not interested.

It's not fish soup from Lazio, but a real Marchesian soup..

Let's just rest for a while.

I haven't had a meal like this in months.

I note that today you're not using your language "adhesions".

I'm fickle, I know.

- Thank you. - No thanks is necessary, we'll split the bill.

5,000 lire.

Thieves!

A peaceful place

in a world that doesn't exist anymore.

My dear Judge Bonifazi.

Sometimes I think about giving everything away and becoming poor.

I would have friends. The poor understand each other.

That's not too difficult.

It Would be sufficient if tomorrow

didn't wake up concerned with amassing the usual one billion

you need to prevent the breakdown of

the giant machine you have created.

If that happened, the machine would crush me

and with me, all those depending on my initiatives.

You see, unfortunately,

there is no function in this society that is able to replace me.

This society?

Dr. Bonifazi...

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

Then don't speak.

I can not help it, I'm verbose. Talking is my drug.

I agree.

To feel alive, I must speak.

If I remain silent, I'm scared to death.

Look at this.

I fear death, and I am not ashamed to say so.

Life is too short.

And so we must try to live with dignity.

Absolutely.

Remember how beautiful the sea seemed when we were kids?

When the holidays were an adventure.

When we savored nursery rhymes

and the simple truths of existence.

And then, what happened?

We were left alone.

My family and I we went on holiday

between Anzio and Nettuno.

A great hotel that became

a rubble inhabited by owls.

I remember the veranda, under the stars.

The jazz band, and the smell of barbecue

mixed with the perfume of the most beautiful women with silk pajamas.

We went to Cesenatico.

My father was always dressed in white

and I had a fringe like Jackie Coogan.

I put sand in my swimsuit to make it look like I had a big belly.

And after swimming, my mother gave me yolk and????????????????????????????????

My mother gave me a fish.

It's funny.

Man is the only animal

continuing its psychologic expansion,

and yet there are obscure barriers,

so as adults, people can not meet each other again.

How true! Then tear down those barriers.

Let's end the vile theory about the inability to communicate.

Keep talking, dear judge.

- Let's go back to Cesenatico. - Cesenatico?

When did you go there?

From 1930 to ...

My God, I went there too. In 1933. What beach?

What establishment?

- At Rustichelli. - Me too!

Then you are ...

You are Marianino or Marianuccio ...

Marianino.

well of course, Marianino, Coogan's fringe.

Now I understand why

you had this desire to talk.

I knew I had known you from before. It's funny!

- We played together. - Of course.

They used to call me cricket.

- Because I was very skinny. - I was a little chubby.

Yes, I remember.

One day you broke my kite.

White, red and green.

Another day, you stole my snack. Bread and bologna.

Cricket!

At that time, I was a little ... How shall I explain it ...

A scoundrel.

Well... a scoundrel.

And you're still a scoundrel.

In 1933 I was not in Cesenatico.

The Rustichelli esablishment does not exist.

And I never had a kite.

Nothing I said was true.

- And you tried to bribe me. - That's not true!

You offered me a house.

Me? You're greatly mistaken.

Do you think a judge becomes a judge to get rich, to buy a villa?

You said a whole bunch of things.

But you forgot to mention the two criminal cases from '63 and '67.

- Trafficking in weapons. - I was acquitted.

Due to insufficient evidence.

And nothing about the suicide of your partner whom you wanted to get rid of.

It was proven he was a paranoic.

Right.

Digging through my past didn't satisfy you...

You invited me for a meal so you could question me,

hoping I'd open up about everything.

Allow me to say that was very low.

You were trying to entrap me.

Wasn't it the other way around?

You were certain you'd find the Ruihnol.

- You're much more cunning than me. - It's possible.

Now listen to me taking advantage here where no one hears us.

I'm not a moron, I am one of the many supporters of the law

protecting this society that's disgusting.

Society which consents with prosperity and proliferation of individuals like you.

Individuals like me? And what am I? Tell me.

A model citizen.

You do not defraud the IRS, do not stash money in Switzerland.

You respect the landscape, you don't bribe officials

and you avoid black cats!

Mr. Judge!

Mr. Judge is certain that certain laws

which allow large industrials

to ruin society must be changed.

I say that too!

Do not touch me! You are cowardly and vulgar.

Yes, I'm a coward. I confess.

You frighten me since the first time I saw a terrifiying word in your gaze.

That word is ideology.

Your hatred is ideological!

Ii is biased against me!

You are not a good judge!

Doris Derrill,

for her participation in the film "The Owl With the Eyes Of Fire"

receives the Golden mussel 1971. Congratulations.

I am delighted with this Golden mussel.

I wish to improve

and become a big star.

Congratulations, Doris. You are beautiful.

Really.

Producer?

No. I'm not in the movies. I am in the oil.

Doris, let's do some pictures.

Excuse me.

Natural.

So.

Look here.

I know that is not appropriate, but since you're here.

It's about important guests coming from Kuwait, right?

I thought about Nordic type.

Men who wear kaftan love it!

Here you are.

This is Carla, she's charming.

Graduated from college.

This is Marisa, classy.

Or even someone like Doris,

if someone desires a big ass.

We also have this one.

A natural blonde.

Or this.

Not this one, this one neither.

Why not? I'm interested in this one.

The poor thing is dead.

Very well. Judicial police!

We found your name in the phone book of the deceased.

Judge Bonifazi wants to talk with you, Mr. Roncherini.

Okay, no problem. My pleasure.

Roncherini is not afraid of cops.

Come on, drive, go on!

Respectable Doctor Bonifazi!

No news for the press.

I came here to give you some news.

Why are you looking at me that way?

My newspaper was banned by higher ups

to publish the name of Santenocito in connection to the death of

that girl.

A very questionable method considering there is the freedom of the press,

which was also applied on other newspapers.

Here is my gift.

If you want to return the favor, you might want to mention

the name of the singer involved in the case of minors,

I would be eternally grateful.

Asshole! We try to serve and ...

- Your lawyer is not here because ... - I know.

I'm just a witness. I know the procedure.

I'm not complaining about that.

Doctor Bonifazi, I've been thinking about our

informal meeting

and I have noticed, notwithstanding certain exaggereated dialogues,,.

that we are leaning towards most common human tendencies.

I want to say that you can never know enough people.

Let me know if you know

a certain Floriano Roncherini.

And you made me wait 1 hour and 47 minutes for ...

- You know him? - Yes

Yes, I know him. He is a remarkable PR man.

Not so much of a "man", as you may have seen.

We have often employed him in publicity campaigns

such as press conferences, banquets.

That's why you gave him this?

- What is this? - A check for 300,000 lire.

Signed by you for Floriano Roncherini.

Which was then given to Silvana Lazzorini.

- So what? - Three days before his death.

So what?

So we questioned Floriano Roncherini,

and his response was:

Yes, Mr. Santenocito knew Silvana well.

What does "know well" mean?

Exactly that, Mr. Judge.

"Knowing" in the Biblical sense.

Why did you, being interrogated many times,

always denied knowing Silvana Lazzorini?

Why, why....

It is not easy to explain the reasons.

You know I could accuse you of perjury.

Your Honor, let's be frank a bit.

I lied, it is true. but you knew that.

And I knew that you knew, and why is that?

We are Italians.

Your theory of the psychologicall barrier in men ...

Forget about that.

...doesn't completely fit the Italians.

We are always complicit.

For the lack of better, we wink.

and with this winking, metaphorically and respectfully

I ask you:

Is it so wrong

that a man in my position doesn't want to make

relations with a whore public?

You're talking about a death. And I do not accept winks.

Is that clear?

Excuse me. First of all, I want to add that

with that girl, poor thing,

I only had an occasional meeting.

Only?

No.

I wanted to add. ...

apart from anything else... May I?

...that Roncherini obviously has not told...

What? Tell me!

I bet that idiot already told you.

so I'm going to say it.

Let me explain.

In the world of big business

you conclude more deals in a dining room

that in 10 business meetings.

With joy and in good company.

In such cases, the pretty girls are of great importance,

especially if they are more relaxed.

Try to be a little more concrete.

You mean that during these meals, business affairs

pretty girls, apparently members of the good society,

are presented to the high-profile characters?

- Answer yes or no. - Yes

Until the point of giving these characters

an illusion of having made a big conquest?

Stimulating your vanity and his guilty conscience,

the character in question becomes more pliable

in business.

And if business is negotiated better in a restaurant,

it's even better negotiated in a bedroom.

Do I have to answer yes or no?

Were you accompanied frequently to such meetings

with the late Silvana Lazzorini?

That would be wrong, of course, because I know how you think.

You do not know how I think!

Just answer yes or no.

Yes.

No, this is not true Mr. Judge.

I was passing by chance

when suddenly my bike had an unexpected failure.

It was destiny. I saw an open window

and jumped inside.

It was destiny.

Is it true that you once made an American businessman believe

that one of those young girls was the daughter

of a prominent Italian businessman in business with him?

No, I do not know about that.

There are two articles of the penal code,

the 531 and 536 ...

Instigation to prostitution?

Not that, please.

- You're familiar with it? - No one instigated it.

Blame it on society.

This society is repugnant.

I did nothing.

You paid those girls.

It was a gift.

Many girls sell themselves

because it's a shortcut to their goal.

If they find

a job, why shouldn't they stay?

Do you know if she was addicted to drugs?

Here we go.

No, I do not know anything.

I ask you to atribute as pure coincidence

the foundation (cementizazione)...

What did he say? Cimentizza...?

of the facts about certain crimes that they accuse me of.

Write "Evidence against me.", if you prefer

I must once again reject

your tendency to place me into the seat of the accused.

You're obsessively insisting on that.

But are still unable to prove

where and with whom you spent the night of May 7th.

Again?

In the absence of your father's testimony you have no alibi.

- I have only your word. - Does that count for anything?

In case of judgment, very little.

- I have to warn you. - Judgment?

Wait, I never told you I had an alibi.

I only said I believed, I assumed,

that I spent the night with my father.

I didn't expect for you to re-quote me,

I have not concerned myself too much about that detail

What detail?

About what I did that night. Give me time to reconstruct.

To remember.

Okay, Think about it.

And next time, come with your attorney.

Mr. Judge, it was like destiny.

My son, now your destiny is jail.

That is it, send the statement

and we will look at it at the next board meeting. Greetings, etc.

Well, what happenned What did Bonifazi say?

Sit.

You may go.

He insists on my alibi.

And that night I went to see that girl.

That's a catastrophe. We're screwed.

- Don't tell me anything! - No, I didn't go inside.

We talked on the intercom around 21.30.

She wouldn't let me in.

She seemed to be crying, she insulted me and then I left.

- Don't you believe me? - No.

You see? That's why I didn't tell you anything, you moron!

Who would believe that I, like an idiot,

went there to see the new land?

- Maybe someone... - No one saw me, no one can testify.

- Alright, I believe you. You say she was crying? - Yes

She was with someone?

What do I know?

She also might have committed suicide.

In my village there is a saying:

"Alibi is like a mouse on a day when it rained cats. "

Do I pay you to to tell me lawyer jokes?

He wants to destroy me. Understand?

He has found out I knew her, and he's basing his inquiry on that.

You will need a solid alibi. You need someone.

Who?

Someone with financial difficulties, but important.

I know who.

Congratulations.

The silver medal

for Ms. Giuliana Persico,

for her contribution to textile

and 50 years of activity.

- I heard you were looking for me. - Congratulations on the plate.

Plate? I call it tombstone.

"For his ceaseless activity over many years. "

Sounds like a farewell. It's golden, how much will you give me?

What about you bank credit?

There is no bank that'll give me credit.

They say we are a nation of navigators and martyrs

but the only martyr here is me.

I have 200 boats, sails and motors unsold.

How much do you need to stay afloat?

500 million, why?

You know someone with 500 million lying around?

What are you doing on Saturday?

Nothing. I stay all day at home.

They have all turned their backs on me, I see no one.

You gonna take me to dance?

I was referring to Saturday 7, 15 days ago.

What do you mean?

I'll see you today in your factory.

It's busy.

Then come to my place. We'll see if we can fix your credit.

Are you kidding or what?

No, I mean it,

but I need a little help.

Anything you need, Lorenzo!

Naturally.

Rome. Presented by...

by Vice Mayor Asiati, the U.I.S. Foundation Awards

were given to the personalities in the industrial world

for their distinguished work

this year.

Among the winners were Mr. Santenocito,

for his many activities

and Mr. Del Tomaso.

Two men who always share an identical goal:

increasing production,

the increase in country's economy,

and job creation.

"I was in my villa on the lake since early in the afternoon

when Mr. Lorenzo Santenocito

arrived around 21h.

Exactly.

"We discussed about my business activities.

Particularly Santenocito's proposition

concerning the construction of a pier in Giannutri.

The conversation went for 3 hours, maybe more.

I guarantee it.

About 1 am, we got the munchies.

I went to the kitchen, where, without boasting, I'm good.

And still talking business,

I prepared spaghetti with cheese.

Lorenzo, tell him.

Tell the judge how good they were.

- Come on. - That's not relevant.

- You prepared spaghetti. - With cheese.

There was nobody at home?

No family or service?

I am a widower, living practically alone.

Moreover Settimio, my butler,

was sleeping and given the time I did not wake him.

Other than that I love cooking for friends.

"About 4AM, Mr. Santenocito,

although I insisted that he stay, left. "

- Because I was worried about his father. - Right.

To Rome.

Right. If you would sign here, Mr. Del Tomaso.

Mr. Bonifazi, my colleague and I thank you,

admiring your exemplary sensibility and doctrine.

We are happy that everything wass clarified in satisfactory manner.

That pen is mine.

Excuse me.

I admire honest men

even if they fiercely fight with me.

I exit this office profoundly experienced.

I thank you for everything you taught me,

and for that glimpse I'll never forget.

That morning by the sea, you showed me...

a glimpse of a great soul.

Lorenzo!

I will not stop talking about you in high places.

Tell the sergeant

to meet me at the Criminal Records Office.

Del Tomaso has no criminal record.

- Bring me his butler. - Yes, sir.

Find him fast, I want to interrogate him immediately.

And without the knowledge of his employer.

Without a warrant?

He's a simple witness.

I'll listen to what he has to say, and close the inquiry.

It was closed. You reopened it.

What are you saying? I have to check the alibis, right?

Yes, but you've really taken a disliking to this Mr. Santenocito.

Enough. Find me this ...what's he called?

Settimio, and bring him to my office.

- At the Palace of justice?. - Yes, back there.

We return home.

Pay it and be quick.

You little rascal! I recognize it, you know?

These yellow peas were here for more than a month.

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Come here, ladies!

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Take 10,000 lire. Give me the change.

10.000? Always big money from our Settimio.

May I speak to you a minute?

And up to an hour, my prince. God, look at those doe eyes.

He also has sideburns.

I thought the police had them banned.

What I can do for you?

"Doing and undoing is a job,

but who does it, however, does nothing.

No, not those!

These!

Calm down.

"You better cut the throats of innocent

than let a bastard

poison people."

Belli has no equal.

Look at this mug.

Be careful about what you say, and, above all, what you don't say.

What happened the night of May 7 at your employer's home?

I do not remember.

You can't remember what happened that night,

but you remember what happened this morning

with Corporal Marchionne .

Sir, I already explained.

I feel a special sympathy for the lawmen and firefighters,

I like to chat with them.

How could I know he came to arrest me.

I admit I was a bit impulsive in the car.

But it was not too bad!

You are not arrested.

but what you did wasn't nice.

It was very, very bad, you're right.

We will try to forget it.

But you should stop lying.

Yes.

Could I go pee?

When you tell the truth! Come on, make an effort.

Mr. Santenocito - was he or wasn't he there on May 7?

Come on, answer.

I did not see.

I stayed up

until after midnight.

My boss went to bed before me.

I remember I made him ...

Wait.

- Repeat. - I said, Mr.Judge...

I stayed up until after midnight.

My boss went to bed before me,

with a bottle of hot water prepared by me.

I did not see Mr. Santenocito that night.

I put my hand on fire.

Did your employer give you some gift

to testify that Mr. Santenocito was there?

My boss explained

that Mr. Santenocito's wife is very jealous.

I fully understand those things.

Women can cause so much evil.

Santenocito gave me a gift and then he did like so...

He is a beautiful person, One can see that immediately.

Could you give me some water? But not mineral.

- Pironti!

- Bring some water. - I would have to go to the source.

- Forget it. - It's not important.

Let it be.

Thirst can endure, but not pee.

A little patience.

He gave you a little present. How much?

100,000 lire.

- He gave you a check? - Cash.

In large bills.

I tried to change it.

As everyone looked at me weird, I gave it to my employer.

And I have not seen it since.

You can go pee now.

- Thank you. - But don't go away.

Do not forget what you said, because you'll have to repeat it.

You got a cigarette?

And about the Corporal?

I wouldn't want any draggings, because of my poor mother...

Poor woman has 76 years, and she has cursed me 9 times already.

Excellent, Sgt.

As for the complaint by the Corporal,

It can be withdrawn, right?

I'll make sure of it.

- Goodbye. - Bye, Colombo.

Pironti, accompany him to the toilet.

And wait for him there, because I still need him.

may I go?

Thank you, sir.

Right. Lipparini, prepare the arrest warrants.

Articles 575 and 372 for perjury

and complicity... Wait a bit.

Article... here it is: 378.

Excuse me, we have called the Berlizze Scuol.

- What? - Berlizze Scuol.

Berlitz School.

Where the dead girl was learning English.

Here are some notebooks she left behind.

The professor says maybe...

I'll look at it later. Wait for appropriate mandates and arrests.

Thoroughly review the judicial records when you're done.

We will have to skip lunch and work late.

Today of all days?

Why do you say that?

Italy and England are playing today.

Here will arise the most complex apartments in the area.

Three Cement-Mare skyscrapers.

Leaving the sports area behind for the moment.

see the pool, which will be placed 30 meters from the sea.

Between us, my dear Swiss friends,

the permits cost me a fortune.

but corruption is the only way to eliminate the absurd bureaucracy

and encourage initiative.

Paradoxically, corruption

is the progress itself.

Like I said, the pool boldly situated near the sea,

besides its structural value,

has a built-in protection against eventual... contamination.

... 25 minutes after the break" the result England Italy ..

England 1 - Italy 1

CLOSED FOR THE GAME

English Translation.

You reap what you sow.

I'm tired. I am very tired.

Irregular verbs.

Gave 100,000 lire to Mom.

Bought a blouse, pants and boots.

Gave Dad 50,000 lire.

Italy has scored! We're winning!

March 11. Phoned Sirio.

For the third time. To no avail.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Dad called me to ask for money for mortgage.

The lesson is over.

And how you say over? What do you do when it's over?

April 19. I think about Sirio all the time.

Where is he? What is he doing?

Santenocito called. Business lunch Tuesday.

Conjugate "to have" and "to be".

To be or not to be a whore?

Why do I do it? To live better. Is it so bad?

Why? For others.

And who are the others? Dad, Mom?

The American from yesterday, the one with dentures?

Buy shampoo, pills and a disc of Aretha Franklin.

May 4. Santenocito phoned.

He says he does not need me this week. He called me on Monday.

Yes, sir. Always at your service.

May 8. Responded to an ad. I got introduced.

I have been offered 80,000 lire a month. I told them I'll think about it.

Gave Mom 300,000 lire for mud therapy.

Friday 6. I plucked up the courage and phoned Sirio.

As soon as he answered, I hung up.

The cicada sings every summer.

I spend all day listening to records. I feel sad.

I am lonely and tired. I wish I could sleep.

Why do I write all this?

Those who would like to confide to their mother

may have the misfortune of not having a mother.

Unfortunately, I have a mother.

May 7.

I crashed into a car at Via Angelico

into a white car... or a grey car whose paint was falling off.

I hit my head against the windshield. My forehead and knees hurt a lot.

That bastard could have at least hit me harder, to wash the thoughts away.

The body has signs of bruising.

Somebody hit her.

She did not die in her bed. Someone took her there after.

Morons!

In one month is my birthday, but I will not be there.

Last year I was on the beach with Sirio on that day.

A wonderful day. We were so happy.

Sirio told me he wanted to marry me.

Translate from English.

All is well that ends well.

May 7.

This is my last lesson.

Ruhenol.

You're not a good judge!

You're biased against me!

You wants to condemn me for what I was accused of before,

not for this crime I did not commit.

And you know that!

On the contrary, your false alibi proves your responsibility

in Silvana's death.

No, you have decided to deliberately destroy me.

If I were someone else,

if I shared your own political ideas,

you would imeediately find proof of my innocence.

Because this society is disgusting, it made ME even more disgusting.

That's why I decided to be

the enemy of society!

You'll never subdue me!

Be careful, Judge! Tomorrow I will be free

and annihilate you!

Mr. Lorenzo Santenocito accused of murder!

I want to be moved

to a psychiatric clinic!

Like the Mayor Petrucci and Commissioner Scire!

All are equal before the law!

The curse of my father has contaminated me!

I'm infected by marasmus!

I'm marasmisized!

I'm schizo-verbose at the level of phenomenon ...

fenomenologic-recepto...

Recepritionistic....

contacto-benefitient

nivelpopulus-constructionist ...

Viva!

Viva Italia!

We won!

We have beaten England!

We did it!

We did it!

Viva Italia!

We did it!

One round for them!

Italy World Champion!

Albionem perfidum vicimus. Thank God!

Viva!

Italy has regained its ancient greatness!

Viva Boninsegna!

Viva Rivera!

Long live the Duce! Viva Italia!

Colonel without bread,

I died for my land But the end of England

Begins near Djaraboub.

Bobby Moore,

you son of a bitch!

My car!

Shame on you!

Terrorists!

Take it up the ass, Bobby Charlton!

Subtitles by Ant123 February 2014