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A hugely successful TV program broadcast on RAI television

from 1977 to 1983 and again in 1987.

It became the most watched Italian show, achieving unprecedented ratings.

NUOVA CAMORRA ORGANIZZATA (NCO)

A criminal organization founded by Raffaele Cutolo in the 1970s.

It was active mainly in international drug trafficking and extortion.

It expanded rapidly in the early 1980s,

seeking to destroy rival clans in a war that resulted in hundreds of murders.

GIOVANNI PANDICO

Aka "the Lunatic," a Camorra member of Cutolo's Nuova Camorra Organizzata.

Pandico was sentenced to life imprisonment for multiple murders.

ENZO TORTORA

An Italian TV writer and journalist and the creator and host of Portobello.

He was an extremely popular figure loved by millions of viewers.

He is considered to be one of Italy's most influential TV personalities.

Slow down. Careful, it's wet.

Folks, come on in. Thanks.

We'll be starting soon. Quickly.

Quickly. Thank you.

Good evening.

How're you doing?

Now airing live:

Portobello -The Friday Market, hosted by Enzo Tortora.

Theme song.

PORTOBELLO EPISODE 1

A big round of applause! Loudly!

Let me hear you! Louder!

More enthusiasm!

That's Italy's top TV show!

Break a leg! Break a leg!

We love you, Italy!

MILAN JULY 1, 1977

Stop, stop.

Ladies and gentlemen, good evening and welcome

to the sixth episode of Portobello.

Let me thank our audience that in the beginning

totaled 5.5 million viewers, and it keeps growing.

Last Friday, we were... Actually, you were 12 million.

Our operators are being overwhelmed by your calls.

Let's get back to an ad from earlier in the show.

Get ready and strike up the band!

What are you doing?

I was a bersagliere too!

First I'd like to thank you, marshal.

- You're Marshal...? - Leandro Bertuzzo.

Shall we proceed

with the presentation of these hats?

Absolutely.

Presentation of the hats.

Go on.

Well done!

Let's get to the heart of our show

with our first segment, "For Hire and For Sale

"at Portobello Market."

"For swap.

Offering an old bell for a new bell."

I suggest "we open a window" in the Po Valley.

The only place to open this window

is here, at the Turchino Pass.

We'll level the Turchino Pass.

We'll level it...

"For hire.

"Tenor for employment at major opera house."

Our "Lonely hearts."

"In every way, I feel like any other Italian girl.

And I'm looking for a husband!"

JANUARY 6, 1978

As of tonight, Portobello too will be broadcast in color!

We too are immersed in color.

Look around!

- How'd I do? - You were fantastic.

- You sure? - You'll see in the ratings.

Please, help me.

Let's see.

Tell me if I'm doing it right.

What's happening now?

This mask sends electrical impulses to smooth out your skin.

- Can you feel them? - You bet I can!

- Is the package ready? - Yep.

"Dear Mr. Tortora,

"it is my honor to send you these handicrafts made with my own hands,

"in the certainty they'll meet with your most illustrious interest.

"Certain of your cordial reply, I wish you continued success."

I'll sign it for you.

A signature is better than just putting an "X."

Domenico...

Barbaro.

It's never too late to learn how to write.

ELBA ISLAND PORTO AZZURRO PRISON

9 MONTHS LATER

Those who've given, have given.

Those who've gotten, have gotten.

No one's more pathetic than someone faking an accent

who can't pull it off.

Pathetic, son of a bitch and a cuckold.

- A cuckold even? - Could be.

We ain't French.

We don't dance the cancan.

We got somethin' more beautiful.

We got...

The tarantella!

The tarantella!

And he's even mocking us.

Without us, you wouldn't exist.

You feed, you thrive on our misfortunes

and you have the nerve not to reply.

Motherfucker!

You know you're a motherfucker?

The asshole heard me.

What?

Those who've gotten, have gotten Those who've given, have given

Let's forget the past We're from Naples, paisan

Those who've gotten, have gotten Those who've given, have given

Let's forget the past We're from Naples, paisan

Thanks! Thank you, friends!

Without our suffering, you'd be a nobody.

We carry the cross and you cash in.

And you never think about Giovanni Pandico,

you never think about Domenico Barbaro.

We sent you a package, we wrote to you.

Why don't you answer us?

Of your goodness, your generosity,

we don't get anything, just the crumbs that fall from the table.

But remember what happened to the rich man Dives.

Dives?

Domenico, why the stupid face?

To evolve, to get ahead,

one must study, read, get an education.

But now, enough is enough.

If he doesn't reply this time either, I'll stir up a scandal in the media.

I'll feed him to the press!

Look.

See? He got scared.

Giovanni, who are you talkin' about?

Whaddya mean, who? Him.

Tortora?

Now it's time to play the Portobello challenge!

Didn't you see?

He heard me. I'm sure of it.

We emit electromagnetic forces

that pass through walls, seas, oceans,

that's why I'm sure he heard me.

In fact, when I insulted him, he flinched a second.

If I turn the press against him, I'll ruin him.

Through telepathy.

Telepathy?

Telepathy...

is powerful.

Then make the parrot talk!

You have 30 seconds

to make him say "Portobello."

Go!

Portobello...

You're close.

Time's up.

Shithead, he did it on purpose!

I'm gonna write to him and we'll see.

"Dear Mr. Tortora,

"I am convinced that it's my duty as a prisoner..."

See you next Friday.

"It's my duty to prevent anyone

"from profiteering...

"from my situation

"and from my status

"as a prisoner.

"The package in question was sent

"to the RAI offices on Corso Sempione, 27.

"It contained 20 lace doilies

"all embroidered by me personally,

"as I've already written several times.

"If you don't resolve this issue within 20 days

"of receiving this registered letter,

"I will sue you under Article 646 of the Criminal Code, for embezzlement,

"and under Article 485 of the Criminal Code, for fraud.

"I will also find myself forced to feed you to the press.

"Domenico Barbaro."

"Dear Mr. Domenico Barbaro,

"I regret to inform you that I'm completely unaware of your package.

"I never saw any trace of it."

Mr. Tortora, I can tie knots with my tongue.

Later.

Good morning.

Did you find them?

No. Nothing.

We've searched everywhere,

but these lace doilies never arrived here.

Perhaps they got lost in the RAI storage facilities.

When I say they're a bunch of incompetents,

you all say I'm exaggerating.

Enzo, I don't think it's such a big deal.

Someone made a mistake, it rarely happens.

Right, but it's my face out there!

It's not the first time this man has written to us.

- Where was the letter sent? - To my home!

How could an inmate have your address?

His phone number and address are in the phonebook.

Shall I have them removed?

But it's too late for this year's printing.

Did we get any info on him? Who is this Barbaro fellow?

Is he a murderer? A lifer?

- Does it make a difference? - It surely does, Anna!

A bank robber or a murderer is one thing,

a petty thief or a small-time dealer is another.

Do we know if he's just a low-level criminal

or if he's part of a big criminal organization?

In the latter case, this letter could be a warning from the Mafia!

C'mon!

He's a member of 'Ndrangheta,

in for drug trafficking.

He's an 'Ndrangheta member?

Then I'm even more pissed!

'Ndrangheta is one of the most vicious criminal organizations!

Are you telling me someone from 'Ndrangheta

wrote to my home address

and openly threatened me?

- Don't worry... - Actually, I am worried!

Let's alert the executives at RAI.

Angelo, you'll immediately tell them

to compensate this gentleman for the value of those doilies.

- All right. - End of story!

All right, Enzo.

Weren't you a little harsh?

I dunno. Maybe.

What's the problem?

I feel like we no longer know how to recognize what's important.

We've reached 17 million viewers.

Do you realize that?

I'd say we're doing pretty well. We beat out everyone.

17... 20, 21... They're just numbers, Anna.

You're happy when they go up and terrified when they go down.

We should be happy, we got what we wanted.

NAPLES POGGIOREALE PRISON

1 YEAR LATER

Hey, Giuseppe.

You hidin' something?

It's for the Professor.

Professor, good morning.

I took the liberty.

Would you like an espresso?

RAFFAELE CUTOLO

AKA "THE PROFESSOR" HEAD OF THE NUOVA CAMORRA ORGANIZZATA

I was admirin' the view.

Li'l Scribe, how do I look this morning?

- Really great. - Not true, look closer.

They cut my sideburn crooked.

You can't tell. Maybe it's just a feeling.

Feelings are important, especially mine.

A little gift from my mother.

There's even that salami from Nola you love.

And this here.

I wanted you to have it.

I carved it many years ago,

thinkin' of you.

In the prison in Lecce, remember?

I had to go through hell to find it again.

I was really talented,

my drawing professor...

But there's only one true Professor, and he's right here in front of me.

Anyway...

This small-time professor once told me

that I could become Donatello, Michelangelo,

but my parents didn't wanna hear it.

I had to get my diploma.

And so I uselessly became an accountant.

The provincial mentality... They're blockheads.

It's really ugly. Put it there.

Sure.

It was just a thought.

Lucky is the man who knows his own talents and limits.

Wise words, Professor.

- I've gotta write to my sister. Sit. - Right away.

Ready when you are.

Dearest Rosetta,

our family

is large enough

to welcome all those who are loyal to us,

and to defend ourselves

against those who want to harm us.

We won't allow...

Threats?

Divisions.

We won't allow divisions.

I'd like for you and the others

to accept the wedding invitation

from the Tortora family of Castellammare.

Attend the wedding.

And bring the sacred gift of the Professor.

You're doin' the right thing. These assholes gotta die.

Who?

They didn't do nothin', they're the new guys.

A hint of suspicion, and we make 'em disappear before they can grow old.

- We kill 'em all. - Write.

Warmest regards.

Yours truly, Raffaele.

I'll make a nice copy, don't worry.

Li'l Scribe,

take back the statue.

I'm joking.

I'll find the right spot for it later.

Thanks, Professor.

Go.

Our guest this evening

is a real live hypnotist,

Mr. Marco Zecca.

I wouldn't waste any time.

Pick someone from the audience

and hypnotize them.

No, directly through the television,

I'll hypnotize all of Italy.

He hypnotizes people.

I'll take a step back

and I'll leave you in front of the cameras and all of Italy.

Dear television viewers,

I ask you to get closer to your TVs.

We're about to conduct a hypnosis experiment for the first time in Italy

that will blow your mind.

Don't do this if you're home alone.

Otherwise, get ready by putting your hands like this.

Squeeze your hands together.

Squeeze your finger tightly.

Now.

- What the heck are you doing? - Leave me alone.

- Guys, you've gotta squeeze. - Tighter than this?

Stare closely into my eyes.

Look at me and breathe.

Your fingers squeeze always tighter,

like they're glued together, impossible to separate.

Look at me closely.

Your fingers are bound.

Mine are stuck.

Mine too.

Look at me closely.

The harder you stare, the tighter your hands get.

They're glued, stuck together.

Look at me closely.

Breathe and look at me.

The harder you stare, the more glued they'll be.

They'll stay glued

until I snap my fingers on the count of three.

One. They might begin to separate. Two.

Three!

Separate your hands.

Separate them.

They're free.

Mom.

Michele!

Come, Mr. Marco.

We even had a little mishap here in the studio.

Grandma, unclench your fingers.

You can't do everything they say on TV.

I didn't feel anything.

Maybe someone's hands are still stuck together.

My hands are stuck!

NOVEMBER 23, 1980

Do you need anything else?

No, go.

Wait.

- Have 'em turn up the heat tonight. - Got it.

"'O brothers,' I began,

"'who amid a hundred thousand perils have come unto the West,

"to this so brief vigil...

"...do not deny the knowledge,

"following the Sun,

"of the world that has no people.

"Ye were not made to live like brutes,

"but for pursuit of virtue and of knowledge.'"

Open up!

Professor, come with me!

Come with me!

- Pasquale, where's the Professor? - Out of the way!

Marciano, get him!

Sasà!

Upstairs.

You know who.

Four, at least.

Four out of five ain't bad.

Now they know who's in charge at Poggioreale prison.

- We've gotta kill 'em all. - Li'l Scribe, this stuff ain't for you.

Clean your hands.

Thanks, Professor.

From now on, proletarian vigilance.

And no one goes braggin'.

Got it, Li'l Scribe?

A tragic toll from the earthquake in the South.

So far, 821 deceased have been extracted from the rubble.

There are several thousand injured.

The area affected by the earthquake covers 26,000 square kilometers

and has 7 million inhabitants.

These are the agonizing hours

immediately after a disaster.

ANTENNA 3 LIVE CHARITY AUCTION FOR THE EARTHQUAKE VICTIMS

I thank the unique generosity of the great people of Italy.

As the great auctioneers at Christie's say, the starting bid is...

- One million lire. - One million lire for the first mink coat.

Let's see who's the first.

Here, 1.25 million for the lady.

The second offer is 1.5 million.

But hands are still being raised.

Now 1.75 million.

From home they're offering 2 million.

From home they're offering 2 million.

2.25 million.

In the meantime, the numbers are shooting up

on the illuminated board behind us.

We've reached 2.72 billion!

It's truly incredible.

I won't stop this live broadcast

until we've reached 3 billion.

I'm proud

to make this announcement in the auditorium

of this glorious university,

precisely so that even the youngest citizens

can see that the Italian political leadership,

and especially the Christian Democrats,

are not unworthy of governing Italy.

What's this whistling?

It's American-style whistling, out of enthusiasm.

We are gathered here

to announce

that the government has allocated

50 trillion for reconstruction.

50 trillion.

Not million.

I solemnly pledge, in front of all of you,

to do everything I can so that this reconstruction

is fast

and the contracts are transparent.

And the money that flows into this region,

we'll make sure it stays there.

- To our earthquake! - Long live the earthquake!

Indeed, this earthquake was a blessing.

But it's also becomin' a curse.

Pasquale, think positively for once!

Our enemies are on us like dogs.

There are a ton of dead people, in here and out there,

especially our people.

What's my nickname?

- The Professor. - And what's yours?

- The Student. - Then listen to your Professor.

There are 50 trillion reasons to be optimistic!

Let's toast!

To the earthquake!

The entire winter has passed,

all of spring, and now it's the end of April.

It's unbelievable we're still in this situation.

Mr. Tortora, when will the money arrive that you raised on TV?

The money is safe, held in two different banks,

under the protection of guarantors, myself included.

Good morning.

Why have the funds not been released yet?

Dear friends, I'd like to tell you

that the money we raised

is yours and yours alone.

We can sort things out,

but we have to prevent it from ending up

in the hands of the usual exploiters.

The ignoble hand of the Camorra must be kept away from your money.

- Where're ya takin' these four? - To the showers.

Make 'em scrub up well, 'cause they stink.

Pasquale!

They killed Marciano!

They killed Marciano!

They killed Marciano!

Lock the cell door.

Lock it!

Lock the cell doors!

Lock it!

Everyone stay inside!

Quickly.

Why do I gotta change cells?

You wanna end up like Marciano?

Where're you takin' me?

They're transferring you.

- Why? - Again? For your safety.

As far as I'm concerned,

you can all whack each other,

but the warden wants to put an end to this war.

What'll I do about my books?

They'll be sent to storage and then to your home.

But I don't got a home.

My mom lives in a container home.

Chop-chop.

Only the essentials.

What're you doin'?

- What's this all about? - Your boss left.

He was transferred too.

How's it possible?

He didn't submit a request.

I write his letters and he didn't submit a request.

Maybe the time is over when Cutolo asks and everyone obeys.

Show some respect when you talk about the Professor.

He's like the Gospel, he's Jesus Christ on earth.

At one time, maybe.

Move it, Li'l Scribe, party's over.

FROSINONE, PALIANO PRISON 3 MONTHS LATER

Dear Professor, I'm disturbing you a fourth time.

I long for the splendid days of Poggioreale

when I had the honor of being your secretary

and interpreter of your thoughts.

Here they're daring to say something unbelievable:

that you made a deal with the authorities

to save yourself from our enemies.

They try to discredit you, they'll p..."

Stop typing!

They'll pay for this.

I wait for you and endure.

I await your orders,

in the certainty that your transfer is just a small hiccup

in the grander plan.

Good morning, I'd like to drop off this letter.

Good morning.

Anything for me?

No, nothing.

- No reply from the Professor? - Hang on.

There's a letter from your mother.

That's weird. I've written to him four times.

Pandico, there's nothing else.

PASQUALE BARRA MURDERS MILANESE MAFIA BOSS

Pasquale Barra, aka "the Animal,"

hitman and prominent member of the NCO

led by boss Raffaele Cutolo,

has begun cooperating with law enforcement authorities.

A loyalist of Cutolo, aka "the Professor,"

Barra is responsible for the murder

of the Milanese mob boss, Francis Turatello,

gutted in a knife attack last month in Badu 'e Carros Prison.

Barra, who has been blamed for more than 60 murders...

Look, your buddy.

What?

Barra, the guy with 66 homicides.

- What're you saying? - I saw you with him in Poggioreale.

Yeah, but we aren't friends.

Dear Professor,

in the news, they're saying Pasquale's cooperating.

I find that very regrettable.

But I'm not worried about him.

The only thing to be worried about is fear.

And I swear to you, I'm not afraid,

because I know you're there for me.

You're always there for me.

Good morning.

Nothing for me?

No.

- You sure? - Yep.

Check again. Do me this courtesy.

You're a fuckin' pain in the ass, Pandico.

35.

Dearest Professor, I wish you a very happy New Year.

They're celebrating in here. Such a pathetic sight.

But let's skip over these little details.

January 1, 1982.

With her 82 candles, Paola Borboni.

I've read about and heard of comrades who've sold out to the enemy.

A shameful about-face.

I can't believe Pasquale Barra's cooperating.

Better dead than a traitor.

All of Italy is watching us.

Paola is truly extraordinary.

I need some sign from you, some reassurance.

You're a lesson in optimism,

youth and enthusiasm.

Why aren't you replying?

I need it like the air I breathe.

Yes, it's true.

I've always worked a lot,

given my venerable age, as you know...

I've always been dedicated

to the search

for liberty.

Liberty, the most unbridled, the freest.

Who's this lunatic?

Lunatic?

She's a great actress.

I always left the door open

to the unfathomable.

I'd be truly happy if this evening, on your birthday,

you were able to break the spell

and make this terrible animal speak.

Here's the parrot!

There's even a sorceress' cloak befitting this evening.

What a fantastic cloak!

Sandro Massimini is assisting her.

You don't know how, Sandro? Help me.

There's even a hat. Would you like to wear it?

Yes!

89: The Old Woman.

How great!

I want it more crooked.

Do I look good?

She looks like a fairy.

The Blue Fairy from Pinocchio.

Paola, I'll give you 30 seconds.

Ready.

Let's see if you're able to break the spell.

Go.

- She won't be able to. - Why not?

Come on, this is a silent film...

He said it!

He said it!

Good job, parrot.

He keeps saying it.

How fantastic!

It was me.

It was me.

Paola tamed him and Portobello spoke.

Some get everything, others get nothing.

Motherfucker.

Portobello bowed before the inimitable artistry of Paola Borboni.

- Happy New Year! - Until next Friday!

Madam, you're a goddess.

What a dear.

I was so moved. May I accompany you?

Happy New Year to everyone.

You think they'd put him on TV if he couldn't talk?

It's all a hoax!

- How'd it go? - Can't you tell? You're such a child.

- Impeccable as usual. - Thanks.

Good morning.

Well?

You didn't even check.

You're such a pain in the ass that the first thing I do here

is check if you've got mail.

And there's never anything.

It's just not possible the Professor hasn't replied to me.

I write and he doesn't write back?

I wanna talk to the warden.

Pandico, fuck off.

You're the ones takin' the Professor's letters!

When we're in charge,

you'll be the ones spitting blood.

28 million viewers.

It's astonishing to me too.

And now that the word "Portobello" has been burned?

There's a new word.

- "Brazil." - Enzo.

We can't say it.

We still can't?

Don't write it.

But we don't go to press for four days.

Right, four days... And they're the RAI newspaper.

Write it.

Why "Brazil"?

In honor of this poor child disfigured in an accident

for whom Mrs. Borboni is sponsoring a trip to Brazil

to be operated on by the best surgeon in the world.

Feel-good stories...

What's wrong with feel-good stories?

I'm not asking you.

I'd like to ask all these snobs,

all these people who judge my show

as provincial tear-jerking fluff.

Everyone can offer criticism,

but then they should be required

to create their own show and reach decent viewership.

I don't have political connections or saints in heaven.

My saints in heaven are all on the couch Friday nights.

You know what I think?

That you're trying to convince yourself more than your detractors.

Maybe I'm just fed up with all the criticism.

- Can I write that? - Yes.

And if they kick you out again?

This time I've got a shield of 28 million Italians,

it's more likely that I'd be the one to leave.

- Shall I write that too? - No.

Who are these guys, Anna?

- Are they here for an audition? - They're real.

What?

- Mr. Tortora. - Hello.

The President of the Republic names you

Commander of Merit of the Italian Republic.

You all knew?

Please convey my deepest thanks to the President.

- I don't know what to say. - Congratulations.

You must all address me as Commander now.

Well done, Commander.

Here it is.

- I'm off. Bye. - Bye.

What's wrong?

Did you see?

Commander in a country of commanders.

You're not even happy about this.

Why "not even"?

Before, when you said that you might be the one to leave.

- It was just idle talk. - It's never idle talk with you.

You never have doubts?

Let's say we renew the contract.

I wonder: how can we do better than this?

Always offering the same thing?

We don't have any more time to think. We've gotta decide.

And the financial offer...

I don't wanna know.

Eight zeroes and no exclusivity.

See you tomorrow.

Francesca.

What?

It's clear as day.

You're separated, with a family in Rome.

And even if it were true? I'm a free man.

You're a public figure.

With a specific type of audience.

In a moralistic and Catholic country.

So, because we live in a hypocritical country,

I have to behave the same way?

As long as you're aware of it.

Bye.

Goodnight.

Night.

Here's a mirror.

- Perfect, as usual. - Thanks so much.

Thank you. Thanks, Diego.

Good day. Goodbye.

- Have a good day. - Thanks, you too.

See you later.

Goodbye.

Don't worry,

they're all old ladies.

Don't look.

We're all here just for you.

Let's go.

To Mom Ada...

He's an illusionist, he builds castles out of cards.

How long does it take to build them?

He can begin, then finish in the next episode.

Interesting.

What about her?

She can cry on command.

She's not crying.

It takes a few minutes.

We can't wait so long during a live show.

We'll see.

What...

I'm here to remember my brother.

I haven't cut my beard since he was killed.

And I won't until they find the culprit.

Let's hear his story.

They're two clowns.

They're looking for support for elderly circus performers.

We'll be out on the street in our old age.

A request for assistance. All right.

He's a dog trainer.

- What's the dog's name? - Her name's Nani.

She's a dog who thinks she's a bear.

Enzo, she's crying.

All right.

Why is she crying?

There must be a reason.

The audience at home will wonder why she cries.

- You make her cry. - Me?

That's what her mother said.

Her mother wrote us about her being on our show.

- Maybe she's in love with you. - Oh, please.

I don't think so.

It's a beautiful image.

Yeah, it's a beautiful image, but...

I don't know if it's a good fit for Portobello.

Look.

She's still crying.

Sorry for the cynicism,

but at this point a million viewers would've already changed channels.

Ramon has escaped.

What?

The doors were open.

- Ramon? - We need to find him immediately.

We'll get another parrot.

It's never happened before, it's not a good sign!

The parrot must be found.

Welcome, come in.

Mr. Tortora, what an honor!

A pleasure, Father.

The pleasure is mine.

I found him this morning perched on a kneeler.

- Then he disappeared. - And now?

I don't know where he is, but I'm sure he's still here.

Commander, quieter, he's scared.

There he is!

Look what I have. A treat.

He came down to the floor.

- Good boy. - Here he is.

Yes...

We're safe.

Rome, just a few meters from the SISMI intelligence agency HQ,

the shell of a burned-out car.

Not much more remains of Vincenzo Casillo.

Casillo, a fugitive, was a key member of Cutolo's NCO.

Casillo was Cutolo's right-hand man

and main representative on the ground.

This murder leaves behind more questions than answers.

An increasing number of Camorra members are being pursued

and are now willing to cooperate with the authorities.

We can mention, among others, Pasquale Barra,

Salvatore Sanfilippo,

and Salvatore Imperatrice...

Sit down. Come eat.

No, thanks.

It's really ugly. Put it there.

Dear God, why have you abandoned me?

Pandico, what's wrong?

I wanna talk to the warden.

I'm calm, very calm.

I've gotta talk to him before they off me.

I need to confess, my conscience is telling me to.

It's all very clear in the letter.

Dear Professor, in the general collapse,

you allowed the killing of Vincenzo Casillo,

your most faithful man,

your designated heir, your favorite.

For a man, there are times

when courage consists of admitting weakness.

Pure solitude belongs to the strong man

because it's the result of a long experience

and conveys a deeper understanding of others.

A Camorra member is the Camorra's first victim.

NAPLES PASTRENGO POLICE STATION

You never wanted to realize a true boss is the boss of himself.

Now you'll cry,

like I'm crying today.

I regret not killing you.

He's one of Cutolo's men.

DEPUTY DISTRICT ATTORNEYS

He studies classic literature, he wants to earn a degree.

- He's impossible to pigeonhole. - I understand.

Come in.

Have a seat.

Deputy Di Persia and Di Pietro.

Pandico Giovanni, a pleasure.

Sit down.

Do you confirm your desire to cooperate with this prosecutorial authority?

I do, Your Honor.

But first I'd like to clarify something.

I'm not a turncoat.

So what are you?

A dissociated member.

If you'll allow, Your Honor,

I've read, I've studied,

and I can say that a turncoat talks and gets everything,

but a dissociated member just gives it all away.

After this clarification,

can we go over what you know?

I'm willing to recount everything I know

about the organization called Nuova Camorra Organizzata,

with which I'm affiliated,

and about its boss, Cutolo Raffaele, for whom I was a trusted advisor.

I know everything.

Why did you chose to cooperate?

Because Raffaele Cutolo betrayed us.

And to save himself,

he didn't hesitate to cut deals with our enemies:

Nuova Famiglia and the state.

So I don't repent, I dissociate.

Good.

Let's get started.

Court reporter, on record.

It is 9:10 am on February 6, 1983.

Hands up!

I'll show you a name.

What's this?

The photocopy of an agenda of a man you indicated,

Giuseppe Puca.

He's one of Cutolo's lieutenants.

This name.

What do you say?

Well?

My mother...

I'd like to know if she's been taken care of.

Don't worry.

Unfortunately, there are no undamaged houses,

but they've already assigned her a new container home.

So?

What can you tell me about this name?

Yes, he's involved too.

Even the parrot's involved?

Affirmative.

END OF EPISODE 1

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