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LOUVRE MUSEUM

That's beautiful.

He's staring at me.

That's Juda, mother.

And the dog too.

That's just a dog.

Come on.

And this?

I don't know.

They probably hanged it in the wrong room.

Do you like it?

This is nothing for me.

Me too.

No! It's not inferior to the others!

It's as worthy as the other masterpieces!

Who decides what's worthy of exhibiting and what's not?

And condemns them to oblivion?

Who's in charge? Who holds the power?

Who holds the power?

It's the big shots who decide what's beautiful and what's ugly.

The proof is that no one was shocked in front of my painting,

in front of Giuseppe Margutti who rebels

and refuses to commit suicide to prove his genius!

No! I won't end up like Van Gogh!

No! I won't shoot myself with a revolver!

Long live freedom!

Freedom! Freedom!

You French people and your arrogance...

I appeal to the maestro!

I appeal to the great patriot, Vincenzo Peruggia,

who returned the Mona Lisa to its homeland!

Long live freedom!

EPISODE 3

AUGUST 4, 1983

The Camorra's encyclopedia...

NAPLES CAPUANO CASTLE, COURTHOUSE

Journalistic bullshit.

That's Raffaele Cutolo's epitaph.

- Did you see the piece in La Repubblica? - Not yet, why?

Go read it.

The making of a martyr has begun.

Fontana...

treat the case with care.

Yeah.

Leave it there, thanks.

AND WHAT IF TORTORA IS INNOCENT?

Good morning.

Take a seat here.

- What will we say to him? - What do you mean?

What an absurd question!

- I don't want to say something stupid. - Enough.

It's me.

Hi.

Why did they shave your head?

For lice, like in elementary school.

Are you angry?

- Pissed off? - Very.

A lot.

We've gotta be.

Has the fan been useful?

Yes, very.

I gave it to an inmate who's worse off than me.

What'd you bring me?

Sorry, sometimes I just start crying out of the blue,

then I get a hold of myself, because...

I can't allow myself to cry.

It happens, what can I do?

I got my wristwatch back, I don't know why.

They had confiscated it the first day, saying it wasn't allowed.

In here, it's all about request forms.

Every single thing requires a request form.

Razor blade? Request form. Bar of soap? Request form.

A request form for everything. A world of its own.

Hi.

Want some?

Take them all.

- What do you say, kids? - Thank you.

Would you like these too?

Enzo, you'll be out soon, with your honor intact.

Someone important has come to your defense.

AND WHAT IF TORTORA IS INNOCENT?

Finally!

The theater of the absurd is going to...

I can't find the right words anymore.

I used to be so quick with witty remarks.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Sorry, it's an idiotic question.

You have every reason to look at me like that.

Don't come here again.

There are a few documents to sign.

At least one of us needs permission, either Silvia or I,

to access your bank accounts.

Back to reality.

Support for your wife, the girls, the bills, the mortgage...

Just think, I was supposed to sign 198 pages of that contract

the day I was arrested.

Enzo, you're innocent.

We will sign it, if you want.

As long as the rich are getting richer

and the poor are getting poorer, our victory is certain.

Capitalism is heading towards its own destruction.

We've gotta be patient, though. Revolutionaries must be patient.

It'd be easy to say I once believed in that bullshit too.

Completely wrong.

Truth is, I don't know what to say and that's even worse.

I was wrong and I'm done now.

Finally someone's defending me.

"A cardiology exam is recommended."

"Aortic issues."

You've got a lot of hair.

Yours will regrow.

How much longer will they keep me in here?

I read the medical report,

you're not well.

You have high blood pressure and the aorta...

Well, you already know.

In light of this, we can ask for house arrest.

- They can't treat you in this prison. - I won't consider it.

It's not giving up, it's your right!

Free, at your house. You can see your family and friends.

And we can build a better defense for you.

And if they actually put me on house arrest?

Let's hope.

The newspapers would write I only got it because I'm Enzo Tortora.

And if the request is denied, it'll prove I'm a dangerous mobster,

who tried to get special privileges, and the judges would be even happier.

I'll get out because I'm innocent.

I don't want favors from anyone.

Fine, no house arrest.

Enzo, I'm worried.

The judge will rule on your indictment soon,

and the more the innocent camp grows, the more enraged they become.

And so?

I can't do this alone, we need to beef up your defense.

All right.

Do you have someone in mind?

The best of them all.

And we'll ask them to transfer you closer to home,

where they can at least perform an EKG.

Fine.

I'd like you to keep these. Toss 'em if you like.

AUGUST 15, 1983

Thanks.

All these beautiful votive cards they sent me...

- Thanks! - You can keep them.

Can I ask you something I've never asked you?

Sure.

Why are you in here?

I helped my mother.

Thanks.

All right, thanks for everything...

We can write to each other, if you want.

Bye, Enzo.

Bye, Enzo!

Bye.

- Bye. - Bye, Enzo!

Bye, Vittorio.

I'm getting married next month.

- Who's footing the bill? - The bride's father.

Excuse me, can I open the window?

- You've been married for... - Four years.

Can I crack open the window?

I have to request authorization.

The inmate wants to open a window, what do I do?

Fine.

Open it.

Thanks.

- Do you need to use the bathroom? - No, thanks.

Mr. Tortora, a photo! A photo!

Please!

- Who's in there? - Tortora.

It's Tortora!

Tortora! Stay strong and brave!

Where are you taking him?

Enzo, don't worry, I've been incarcerated too.

You get used to it!

- He was dealing drugs, cocaine. - I bet it was over a few joints.

We've all smoked one!

I’ve smoked a few joints too, Enzo!

Enzo, I called you many times. My mom loves you, she's praying for you!

Don't be ashamed, show your face.

Let me through.

Let me through... thanks.

Take heart!

We’re on your side, Enzo!

Mr. Tortora, would you like some water?

No.

Don't give up, Tortora!

BERGAMO DETENTION CENTER

- Are we there? - Yes, we're in Bergamo.

The first building on the left.

What do you want?

Is Enzo Tortora here?

Go see.

Good evening.

Rinaldi.

This is Mr. Corso, my colleague. We're photographers from L'Alba.

Is that the parrot from the TV show?

Yes, it is. They're very sensitive animals.

The parrot realizes his owner's in here and wants to see him.

We can't allow animals inside.

What if I put the parrot on your shoulder?

I could snap a photo and tomorrow Tortora would see him on the front page.

When Tortora's released, he'll remember the gesture and invite you on his show.

Parrot.

Great!

That's one.

Look at the parrot... that's it.

- Can you see him? - Yep.

Perfect, thank you so much. Good evening.

May I?

Coffee?

Yes, thanks.

- Have a nice day. - Same to you.

Good morning.

Want to join us for Mass?

Thank you, Father, but I'm not a believer.

It doesn't matter if you don't believe,

I believe enough for both of us.

Okay.

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

Good morning, Mr. Tortora.

Good morning.

I brought you the newspaper.

- Thanks. - They wrote about you.

Thanks.

The marshal sent me.

It would be nice if you, being a famous and cultured person,

would recite an ode or a poem for the warden's saint's name day.

What poem should I recite?

You can write one, just something short.

Just to celebrate him. Today is Saint Rocco's Day.

Rhyming, or even free verse.

Why should I? I've never even met him.

- He's the warden. - I got that, but...

You're an excellent TV presenter.

I've never heard you make a mistake.

I read that you don't love defining yourself as a presenter,

but rather as a host.

An author,

a writer.

So, I ask you to write it, on behalf of all your companions in misfortune.

My friend, it would be ridiculous.

Tell the marshal I can't...

Actually, thank him sincerely for me

and tell him I am very honored, but I just don't feel up to it.

At least come to the party, it's very important to us.

All right, I'll think about it.

Thanks.

THE PARROT IN PRISON DETAINED WITH TORTORA

HAPPY SAINT'S NAME DAY, WARDEN

Excuse me, what are you practicing?

It's the Zen practice of emptying oneself.

Would you like to try too? It would do you good.

I'd have to empty myself of all the anger I have inside.

But I don't want to,

because the anger helps me not to go crazy.

I get it.

Ladies and gentlemen, good evening.

On the day of Saint Rocco, protector of plague victims,

diseased, outcasts, travelers and pilgrims,

stonemasons, disabled,

and dogs,

on our warden's saint's name day,

our companion wrote some humble verses.

"Within other Italian prison walls,

"we've seen the strangest halls.

"Cramped, long, ugly and crooked,

"we wished for death to come quickly.

"For the kicks and the punches,

"for the stink bugs and the cockroaches,

"for lack of air and too much fetor

"for the silence and the clamor.

"But, dear friends, here it's different,

"we're locked up, but jubilant.

"This isn't San Vittore prison,

"so long live the warden!"

May I ask why you're in here?

I killed my wife.

Many years ago.

I wouldn't do it again.

Chinese medicine has given me peace with the world.

It gave me serenity,

even in here.

Life is strange!

Excuse me.

May I have the honor of dancing a waltz

with such a famous man?

- I'm a little old-fashioned. - What about a photo?

Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

CHIEF DISTRICT ATTORNEY OF MILAN

I'LL TELL YOU ABOUT TORTORA THE DRUG TRAFFICKER

Tell me, Mr. Margutti,

why didn't you come to the judicial authorities

instead of telling all to a newspaper?

Crimes must first be reported.

I didn't think about it.

You didn't think about it...

And did you receive compensation for this?

A small reimbursement.

How much? We'll find out soon enough anyway.

Ten million lire.

Jeez! Under the table?

Now will you tell us everything you told the newspaper?

Court reporter, for the record.

It was November 1979,

Enzo Tortora was working at an event for UNICEF at Tele Lombardia.

I'd brought the painting I'd exhibited at the Louvre 10 years prior.

It was meant as a gift,

a donation for those less fortunate.

At a certain point, my wife said,

"My panties are slipping down."

So I took her by the hand.

Rosalba, with a skillful hand,

held up both her skirt and panties,

and very slowly

we left the television studio.

We found ourselves in a hallway backstage.

I was holding my wife's hand,

and my wife was holding her panties and skirt.

We walked this way, very slowly,

along the hallway until we reached a door.

We went inside the dressing room,

then went behind a partition,

and I knelt down, like this,

and began fussing with the elastic on my wife's panties.

At that moment, someone came into the room.

Enzo Tortora.

With Tortora were three distinguished men in double-breasted suits.

One had a briefcase.

So Enzo...

Sorry, I call him Enzo out of familiarity.

Take a seat, please.

Let me finish.

Enzo put his hand inside his suit jacket

and pulled out a plastic baggie from the inside pocket

and gave it to one of them with a quick, nervous gesture.

He had a tough guy demeanor.

The man opened the plastic baggie,

stuck his finger inside it,

took his finger out of the baggie...

white powder.

My wife and I, still behind the partition,

were immobilized, petrified.

Yeah, but...

The man put his finger in his mouth

and tasted it.

And then nodded as if to say, "It's good."

The other man gave Enzo the briefcase, and he opened it.

From behind the partition I saw

a bunch of bills perfectly wrapped and stacked.

Enzo looked at the money, looked at the three of them,

then nodded as if to say, "It's all there."

He shut the briefcase and left.

That's enough, Mr. Margutti.

Take a seat, please.

The court reporter can't follow this type of theatrical display.

We have to write it down.

Forgive me, it's just that imagery is my life.

I'm a painter every second of my life,

even while I sleep.

All right, take a seat.

And you are sure it was Enzo Tortora?

Of course, as I said, I'm honored...

Actually, I was honored to be his friend, now a dishonor.

I feel I must warn you, Mr. Margutti,

that you are taking legal responsibility

for the very serious accusation you're making.

Of course, I know.

Please, allow me one moment. I brought you a small gift.

- A gift? - Yes, a gift.

A lithograph I made myself.

I only made 100 copies. It's a little gift for you.

No, for heaven's sake. Let's keep going.

Let's hear your story again, slowly.

Absolutely. Slowly.

Who are you?

I'm Giuseppe Squeri, an intern.

May I ask what you're doing?

- Are you a thief? - No, I'm not a thief.

I need to type something,

but we low levels are all fighting over a few typewriters.

- You're stealing it? - No.

I'll return it as soon as I'm done.

Some people have chained them to their desks with padlocks!

Oh, really?

Go on.

NEGRI ESCAPED TO FRANCE?

Enzo.

Hi.

Let me introduce you to Professor Dall'Ora.

Professor, thank you. I'm happy you accepted.

I feel it's my duty.

They've got nothing. No evidence, no indictment.

Let's hope. What about this Mr. Fontana?

We'll see. He'll decide whether the case is dismissed or goes to trial.

Professor.

This will all be on record.

Let's begin.

Do you know Giuseppe Puca?

No, I read his name in the papers these past few days

but I've never met him in my life.

He's a Camorra member, currently in prison.

Your name and phone number were found in his diary.

Listen, my number's public.

It's in the Milan phone book.

Actually, I was shocked

that my name was found in a killer's diary

and I wasn't warned of the danger I was in.

And you have no idea why you're in Puca's diary?

No, it's inexplicable to me.

It could be a transcription error, or someone with the same name.

May I see Giuseppe Puca's diary?

No, for now, that's not possible.

However, it appears it doesn't belong to Puca but to his girlfriend,

Assunta Catone.

Do you know her?

No, I have no idea who she is.

Can you at least tell me when it'll be possible to see the diary?

I believe it's our right.

Don't have any illusions about the efficiency of our offices.

Judge, a man's sitting in jail.

Believe me, we are miracle workers.

The diary exists, you can be sure.

You'll see it in due time.

So you and your lawyers deny all accusations,

you say it's slander.

But you have no idea why so many people are accusing you?

I've been asking myself the same thing since June 17th.

I don't know. Is it madness, maybe?

In this case, I'm referring to Pandico,

who's been diagnosed with a severe form of paranoia.

What Mr. Tortora is trying to say is that the witnesses aren't reliable,

not even Pasquale Barra.

- And not just them. - Right...

Giuseppe Margutti, the painter who's become a key witness.

He's a professional smear artist

who gets paid by newspapers for a little visibility.

It's already the fourth time Margutti has sold his story,

for five or ten millions of lire, and it won't be the last.

Margutti also testified before the Milan DA's Office,

who then sent it to us.

We are calling for him to be charged with perjury and slander.

You can do so, it's your right,

but don't tell me.

It's the DA's office that decides witness credibility.

You've already made up your mind anyway.

Excuse me?

Nothing.

Don't write that. Only write when I tell you to.

Your viewpoint surfaces every day in the papers, in black and white.

The correct starting point should be the presumption of innocence,

but you've started from the prejudice that Tortora's guilty.

Prejudice comes before judgment

and you're using the papers to turn it into a public fact.

You can't defend yourself against public opinion,

it has to be endured, hoping it will pass in time,

especially if we lawyers are the last to know who's accusing and why.

- Does that seem fair? - It's the law, that's how it works.

We do a preliminary investigation

and we aren't required to inform the suspects.

That's how the law stands today.

It's not our concern what's in the papers.

And who passes information to the journalists?

It certainly isn't us.

I want to speak with Pandico and Barra.

I want to look them in the face.

Listen...

Spare us all your "I wants," you're a defendant.

Can I give you some advice?

Go ahead, I'm listening.

Try to be more cooperative.

Admit, for example, to using cocaine.

Stop typing for the moment.

What are you talking about?

Look, it's not a crime.

It may not be a crime, but it's a very serious insinuation.

It would certainly be seen by the court

as a respectful acknowledgment.

The psychology is important.

As you know, your case wouldn't be criminally worse off.

Right?

- Don't type that. - No, type it! Type it!

I've never used drugs in my life!

Calm down, Mr. Tortora.

Calm down.

The newspapers are saying... sorry,

but the newsstand is our only source...

They're saying that Pandico maintains

Mr. Tortora became a member of the Camorra

and it was confirmed by Barra,

and that he was initiated with a cut.

But the dermatological exam showed no trace of that.

Take it.

You'll decide whether or not to put it on record.

All right.

I think we've covered everything,

with no new elements.

Mr. Fontana, let's be frank.

You've got no evidence.

Zero plus zero equals zero.

Is that clear?

This trial involves 800 defendants,

you'll have to forgive us for any procedural inaccuracies.

We're here precisely to clear them up.

But neither you nor your client wants to help us.

However,

I assure you that my team will proceed with the utmost care.

Goodbye.

"Admit to using cocaine"!

Isn't something like that, said by a judge, grounds for a lawsuit?

He's grasping at straws. They've got nothing concrete.

And he asks me that?

If I were a drug addict, would I tell him?

What do you think, Professor?

Let's be realistic, as always.

They're attacking from every angle.

They don't want to admit their mistake, judges can never be wrong.

Not even one?

Those who've given, have given

Those who've gotten, have gotten

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

He hung himself!

Come quickly!

Guard!

Let me out!

He proclaims his complete innocence.

Acting is his profession.

With his wholesome demeanor, he fooled 28 million Italians.

The lawyers are contesting the witnesses:

the painter, Margutti, has a prior conviction for slander.

He sold his story four times, adding oddities.

But, prior to Margutti, there were Pasquale Barra, Giovanni Pandico

and many others who affirm that Tortora is affiliated with the NCO.

He's an honorary Camorra member, 60th in their hierarchy.

Fontana, let's be clear,

our prosecutorial case is solid.

With the help of these turncoats,

we will put on a trial that will go down in history.

The Neapolitans and all Italians want it, and we owe it to them.

"Where's the rule of law?"

This question's a nightmare.

- We're the rule of law. - I agree.

Tomorrow, at Pastrengo, I'll hear the first witness.

The sooner we do it, the sooner we go to trial.

Let's remember Karl Marx's words.

And this is coming from a Christian Democrat.

"It's quantity that makes quality."

Why are so many turncoats coming forward with nothing to gain?

Because anyone can be redeemed, even the Constitution says so.

No prejudice.

All right, I'll keep you posted.

Be well.

NAPLES PASTRENGO POLICE STATION

Barra, follow me.

- What do I say when it's my turn? - Tell the truth.

- Where are you going? - Where do you think?

Pasquale, the judge is here.

Yeah, he's here.

I sensed his presence and looked out.

Go with peace of mind.

You declared to know the details of Enzo Tortora's Camorra ties.

Cutolo wanted to expand drug dealing in Lombardy.

Tortora worked for Turatello, he was a drug runner.

But the deal was off between Turatello and Cutolo,

which is why Tortora decided to join the Camorra

because he was convinced that Cutolo would be the winning bet.

Tortora always needed money, he asked everyone for it.

He had high expenses, with three wives and three children to support.

He'd been kicked off television.

We organized a meetup in Milan at Nadia Marzano's home,

a trusted acquaintance of mine who wrote to me in prison.

Cutolo gave Tortora the maccatur and recited the oath.

Wait.

What is this "maccaturo"?

No, sir, it's "maccatur." The honorable society's handkerchief.

Red, the color for bosses.

Keep going.

Cutolo said the oath, if you want I can say it for you.

"Villains, cuckolds, swindlers, and young Camorra members, soldiers,

I look to the sky and see a shooting star."

Then he ordered, "Swear." Tortora took the oath and was baptized.

And what does the baptism involve?

A cut on the arm.

But the dermatological exam

showed that Tortora didn't have any scars on his arm.

Because Tortora had to remain above suspicion,

they only made a small cut at the base of his finger.

Are you sure about this?

I'm a santista. Do you know what that means?

An affiliate.

It's the highest rank in the upper level,

the most important of them all.

Pasquale Barra was number one in the Camorra.

For me, first there was my mom, then the NCO, and nothing else.

Try to explain yourself better.

I, Pasquale Barra,

committed many murders for Cutolo.

I believed blindly in him and his mission to protect the weak.

Pay attention.

One day, Raffaele Cutolo lets me know,

it's important to include this detail because we were in different prisons,

he sends me a message

to kill Francis Turatello.

It was an order and I obeyed.

The bitter surprise was

that the Professor, the Saint, denied having ordered me to do it.

He said I acted on my own. How could that be?

What motive did I have to do it?

The truth is he abandoned me,

just like he abandoned Mr. Pandico, because I was no longer of use.

So, like anyone,

because even if I was an assassin, I was normal,

my survival instincts kicked in.

Why should I die for a rat?

So I sought protection from the judiciary, the law.

I don't feel like a rat.

I see myself as a dissociated member, just like Mr. Pandico.

I dissociate myself from Cutolo, who betrayed me,

other santisti like me and the sacred law of the Camorra.

If this is the crux of the matter,

exceptions shouldn't be made for Mr. Tortora.

In 1980, Tortora, besides working for RAI,

worked at Antenna 3, and fundraised for the Irpinia earthquake victims.

The charity event raised about three billion lire,

but investigative reporting by Corriere della Sera revealed

that part of the money could've been pocketed by Tortora himself.

These are serious accusations, which, in light of the recent investigation...

Pieces of shit.

What pieces of shit.

The situation for Tortora, recently transferred to a Bergamo jail,

is becoming increasingly compromised...

Tortora was arrested on the night of June 17...

Enough!

NEW INVESTIGATION INTO TORTORA OVER EARTHQUAKE FUNDS

This is the most despicable outrage of all, by far!

I gave my soul for Irpinia.

My soul!

Why did they choose me as their scapegoat?

What's the reason?

- We have to sue them immediately. - We already have.

But that's not the point.

It's possibly a very long road ahead,

and it's clearly stated here that you aren't well.

I understand you don't want to appear to have special privileges,

but this is not a defense strategy,

it's about your survival.

Think of the people who love you.

Enzo, please.

Let's request house arrest.

Being proved right, after death, seems like a meaningless consolation.

Tortora's lawyers requested house arrest, they're saying he has a heart condition.

- Does he? - Yes.

A heart condition that could also be treated in the Bergamo jail,

it has a very good infirmary.

They want to turn him into a martyr.

And us into executioners, of course.

If he's not in a coma, don't give in.

How long since your last checkup?

I don't know, I'd have to ask my wife.

This was at Giuseppe Puca's house. He says it's yours, is that right?

Yes, it's mine.

So?

Mrs. Catone, do you know Enzo Tortora?

Do you know Enzo Tortora?

I've never had anything to do with Cutolo's friends, they're scumbags.

I'm a decent person.

So Puca hid the fact that he was a Camorra member?

- I dunno nothin'. - You were his girlfriend.

Girlfriend?

Let's just say we had a fling.

Do you tell all your fucking business to your wife?

- Shall I write that? - No, don't write it.

Mrs. Catone,

you risk being arrested

for mob-related criminal association, is it worth it?

Sorry.

I'll repeat the question. Think hard, it's the last time.

Have you ever met...

Enzo Tortora?

No.

Excuse me...

you think this is "Enzo Tortora"?

This says "Tortona." Can't you read?

He's a friend of mine, a beverage wholesaler.

There's even his number. Call it.

So, Pandico.

This isn't Enzo Tortora's number,

it's for a beverage wholesaler in Salerno.

Thanks a lot, with all due respect.

This isn't a telephone number.

Then what is it?

It's a code,

that only the Camorra drug runners know.

It's used to indicate the quantity of goods

to be sent in each individual batch.

Listen carefully.

Let's break it down.

Seven: it means seven men are needed

for the delivery of a batch worth...

99 million.

And 201?

The 20th of January, the day of the delivery.

The code is basic, it just takes a little intuition.

That's it.

That's it.

Let's set aside the number. Do you confirm Barra's version?

Enzo Tortora, the host of Portobello, a drug runner for Raffaele Cutolo.

Mr. Tortora was sidelined from RAI for about eight years.

Why? Just like that?

The general director wakes up one morning

and the name Tortora pops to his mind?

Why didn't he fire Corrado, Mike Bongiorno or Pippo Baudo?

Evidently, Tortora's moral code wasn't appropriate for state-run TV.

What do you mean by "moral code"?

Do you also maintain that Tortora was in constant need of money?

Exactly.

As long as he remained faithful to the organization, we helped him out.

It hurts to see him like this, but he brought it on himself.

He scammed everyone.

He scammed the Camorra, RAI, the judiciary...

He went too far.

Est modus in rebus.

One needs moderation even in deception.

They look surprised...

Who?

Liars look surprised

and stare at you as if you're crazy.

But what do I gain from accusing him?

Me and the rest of them scattered throughout Italian prisons.

"Tortora's condition is undoubtedly serious,

"but can be managed with a pharmacological protocol

"that offers no motive for incompatibility with detention.

"Yet the peril persists for gathering evidence

"and for the dangerousness of the defendant.

"Releasing him would compromise the safety of the community."

They said no.

I'm a public menace.

We'll appeal to a higher court.

"Dear Francesca,

I don't know when I'll get out, but it's you I'm worried about.

My love, consider it.

You're young, you're the person I've loved the most,

but we need to be clear-headed.

Enzo's an aging man, wasting away,

he'll get out exhausted and undoubtedly ill.

A tired gorilla.

I once told you to live your life.

And I'll tell you again.

You have every right to do so.

Hi, Enzo!

We love you!

Free Enzo! Free Enzo!

Enzo, we love you!

Free Enzo! Free Enzo!

Thanks!

Thanks!

END OF EPISODE 3

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All reference to people and real events

has been artistically elaborated by the authors.

The various roles have been reinterpreted for dramatic purposes.

Any connection with people who have lived or are living,

not explicitly identified, is coincidental.