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THE MOVIE IS BASED ON REAL EVENTS HOWEVER, ALL CHARACTERS ARE FICTIONAL

REALITY IS THE STARTING POINT NOT A DESTINATION

SOMEWHERE IN SICILY

IN THE EARLY 2000S

You are the eldest.

If you want for Easter there was dinner, help me.

Move away, you worthless fool. I'll kill him.

Matteo.

I'm listening.

Baby.

It's very ancient and costs a lot of money.

Let's sell and get rich.

You'll get rich, son

if you obey your dad.

I promise.

You must do that's all I'll say.

No more, no less.

From now on, about

what are we going to do,

not a word to anyone even brother and sister.

When I grow up can I sell it?

No, Matteo. The baby is not for sale.

When you grow up I'll tell you which of your sons

pass it on like I did.

In a few days I'll hide it.

Signora, don't come close.

Get out of my way worthless idiot.

Catch him while he's alive it was impossible!

This is what we'll take you home with.

Do you see, Palumbo?

Something will fall from the sky.

This is a good sign sent by higher powers.

Message from guardian angels,

as my late mother said, God bless her.

Faith is your wealth.

Faith begins there where the mind is pumped,

officer.

You look great director

Where are the wife and daughter?

Waiting at home with open arms.

Now.

Why didn't you take my Mercedes?

Director, your Mercedes confiscated two years ago.

Clear.

The ferry to Sicily leaves at seven, from Cuneo to Genoa two hours drive,

let's go.

Let's drive by all the way by car.

Let's enjoy the views.

"Views"? What types? Don't talk nonsense.

How much money is my wife gave it to the road?

320 euros including food.

I've already spent 140 on gas and tolls.

I didn't even eat.

Then let's enjoy the views.

- The car drives as it should. - Yes.

I took it to service.

It accelerates downhill to 120.

Everything will go like clockwork.

WELCOME TO THE REGION TEMPLES AND OLIVE OIL

Wait, director, that's not...

I don't want to bother you anymore go home.

Has your wife changed the lock?

Elvira!

Elvira!

They moved upstairs.

Come on, I'll show you.

Right here. Your wife I even opened the door.

Elvira.

What's happened?

Letitia! Your dad has arrived!

Close the door, there's a draft.

Are you still here?

We'll see you someday,

now come on, go home.

Daddy!

Letitia, daughter, my dear, my joy!

How to understand this? A?

She never came to see me.

I didn't write a single letter.

I know, dad, forgive me.

For a prisoner letter from relatives - this is a life-saving outlet,

in them he finds consolation.

Or have you stopped loving me?

What are you saying?! There's just so much that's happened.

Yes, I see.

You and your mom moved upstairs.

Yes, but that's not all.

What else, my sunshine?

There's a new addition to our family.

Yes? And how should we understand this?

Elvira, why do you want me didn't say anything?

Well, I didn't want to ruin the surprise.

Have you got a dog?

What dog, dad?!

So far, of course, it is not yet visible.

But you will become a grandfather.

Are you pregnant? From whom?

Can I call you dad?

Everyone knows that the Lord gives people intelligence

not in equal quantities.

But He especially deprived him.

Hello.

This Pino Tumino he is a complete zero.

Cleaner.

Such a cretin my school hasn't seen it yet.

Your former school. You're no longer the director, Catello.

Besides, you are more not the mayor, not the chairman

and not a city council member.

After your arrest you were also expelled from the Masonic lodge.

Even your two-faced brothers - and they are ashamed to meet you.

- Hypocrites. - You're nobody now.

Just an ex. And now also a former prisoner.

So what do you need shouldn't be ashamed

that Letitia got together with the janitor.

Yes, he doesn’t shine with intelligence, but the guy is simple

and cute.

And his salary it won't hurt us.

Intelligence...

Its importance is overestimated.

We believed in yours and look how it ended.

You used to appreciate it.

And now for this mistake I'm paying bitterly.

Elvi,

your hostility hurts me.

Even the word “former” applies to me in many ways

but I’m not your ex-husband yet.

You stayed with me.

Yes, I was with you in good times - and now that you've lost everything.

You can leave if you really want to.

Divorce?

At our age it will look ridiculous.

Besides, you won't be able to pull it off.

After all, this has been me for many years I pay for your lawyers.

I know. For which I am grateful.

You know yourself I became a victim

blatant injustice.

Conspired against me slippery sycophants.

Yes, and also false witnesses, professional slanderers

and unscrupulous prosecutors.

Enough already, Catello!

Take it as it comes.

Elvi, I'm a victim. Understand, I'm innocent.

I know perfectly well who you are.

I suffered too.

Six years served in Cuneo prison with my weak heart.

But now I'm full of enthusiasm.

I want to fix everything and start again, with a clean slate.

Yes.

- Then start with this. - Why?

From these documents, which have accumulated over six years.

Accounts. Collections.

Tax payments.

There are even yours here unpaid parking fines,

they also need to be paid.

We're broke.

We also have a hotel under construction.

That dilapidated frame?

He was recognized illegal building,

and urban planning department sealed it.

What should I do now?

Nothing.

At least you won't do any harm.

Enjoy your old age and your grandson, which is already on its way.

Elvi. I didn't come back for that to become a grandfather.

Or to bury yourself with you within these four walls.

I'm a living person.

- Alive. Understand? - But only externally.

Trust me.

This is the residual vibration your cells.

Surface foam.

You're dead.

Just like your friend, Don Gaetano.

BROTHERHOOD OF SAN GAETANO

OPEN

BABY

Life lived our brother Gaetano,

known only to God.

Therefore I say to you:

"Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness' sake,

for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”

These are the words of our Lord Jesus Christ,

which we read in the Gospel of Matthew.

Director.

Matteo, whom our brother Gaetano

named after Evangelist Matthew,

can't today have a blast like a Christian

from a deeply revered father,

whose gaze he captivated

and whose heart filled with joy.

- Drop the gun! - My hand!

AMBULANCE

CITY MUSEUM

- Come with us. - Hey. Who are you?

- Get in! - Who are you?

Get into the car!

Nikoli. Here's the thing...

Arrives tomorrow morning Aunt Concetta.

She, poor thing, is already old and may get lost.

Need someone arrived at the airport

and put her in a taxi.

It will be done.

You're from the secret service, right?

You are a man of great intelligence.

Captain Graziano warned us.

Colonel Emilio Schiavon, Nice to meet you.

I don't think there's any point in telling you,

that I arrived at the airport not Aunt Concetta.

Thanks to your connections in Malpensa,

you are unhindered smuggled drugs

for your friend Don Gaetano.

This needs to be proven.

Here's all the evidence.

We've been following you for a long time, Palumbo.

And they knew that sooner or later you will come in handy.

Will I come in handy?

What do you mean?

It's been 29 years.

But I'm sure you're fine remember this day.

Don Gaetano wanted

so that you become a godfather his beloved third child,

Matteo.

The last big mafioso

who is still on the run - your godson, Palumbo.

We believe he is in Sicily.

And we want you helped catch him

and put an end to these runs, which were slightly delayed.

If I, without saying a word, spent six years in Cuneo prison

and flatly refused cooperate,

so there was a reason for it. Don't you think so?

Today you paid tribute at a friend's funeral.

With his passing

the page has turned and in your life, Palumbo.

What do you have left?

A little. I'd say nothing.

Consider our meeting will give you the opportunity

return to the game again in the strictest secrecy.

Your name won't appear anywhere.

Trust me.

What if we write a new chapter in the history of our fight against the mafia

along with your personal story?

I don't want this chapter ended with another funeral.

Mine.

Yes, but if it happens urgent need,

then we will provide you reliable protection.

And then find yourself in a godforsaken hole

with a pitiful pension and fake documents?

- I would rather die. - What are we going to do?

Shall we go to the prosecutor's office?

As you say.

Catello,

remember when you just came here from Naples,

you were a boy.

I've arrived from Castellammare di Stabia.

To be precise, from my father's city.

- May he rest in peace. - Yes, your father.

I often remember him he was an exemplary carabinieri.

People like your father not anymore.

Remember how happy he was when did you get married?

And what a marriage it was, Catello!

You married Elvira the most desirable girl in the city.

And it wasn't

such a position, wherever you show your mind in all its splendor.

Are you finished, Gratiano?

Palumbo is now an old Christian a democrat without hope.

And you are a retired captain of the carabinieri, who has a long career behind him,

entirely dedicated to one thing:

ass licking to senior management.

Watch your language, Mancuso.

You two are wrecks sunken ship,

washed ashore after the storm.

- Who are you then, may I ask? - Not like you, believe me.

If you're done, then bummer the ship would like to sail home.

Palumbo, what do you think? will your family survive another arrest?

To be honest,

I don't think so.

Catello, do what you have it turns out best.

Turn your head on.

- Can I go? - Yes, sure.

You are free.

Free for now.

Inspector Mancuso is pleased to will take you home. Yes, Rita?

Contact you within two days.

Say you've decided.

After the discovery of the corpse mafia boss

wanted more than ten years

respect shown to him during the funeral procession,

caused a real scandal

despite the fact that there is a public funeral were prohibited.

This influential mafioso

feared and respected even his allies from the Corleone clan,

accused of a number of murders,

as well as in committing a series of explosions in Milan, Florence and Rome

together with his son Matteo, which is still in hiding.

Good morning.

I'll heat up lunch and I'll bring it to your room.

No. I'll eat there.

Unfortunately, as you know, all connections are severed.

And all this because of arrests.

And with those who remain free,

you need to be extremely careful.

The point is that the quality of people

fell to impossible.

Everything is completely rotten

and completely.

A period - and a new paragraph.

Regarding N.G.

What do you want me to do with him?

He's still the same refuses to pay.

Is it possible to do this treat people

who work honestly?

Perhaps he has already forgotten that time

when I delivered him from a lot of trouble.

Gratitude, as my father said,

the feeling that must not be forgotten.

Of course, this stupid slug I won't do anything

because he is connected with you.

I wouldn't allow myself.

But...

You've never used in communicating with him such words.

Maybe cross it out "stupid slug"?

I would rewrite after the lines:

“Gratitude, as my father said, a feeling that should not be forgotten."

Even so? OK.

OK.

"Of course, when or if N.G. Decides to pay,

half, as usual, is yours.

You will receive the letter through 121

and through the 121st please pass on your answer.

If he isn't arrested either.

Your dear and devoted Alessio's nephew

who loves you very much."

LIANO

Your pills.

Are you worried about my health?

A sudden heart attack is one thing,

and a completely different matter is a stroke.

I would like to avoid these worries.

Elvi, you must look after me, even if I'm bedridden.

Until death do us part.

Bon appetit.

Thank you.

What are so gloomy?

Did something happen?

Today the intercom rang.

And Pino responded?

Registered letter.

Dad, I saw that it was for you, and signed it.

I didn't know what it was...

Never again, never again do not answer the intercom.

And remember one golden rule:

mind your own business and don't bother put your nose where it shouldn't!

- I also opened it. - I opened it.

The department is notifying you about the demolition of your hotel.

The bulldozers are on their way my dear.

Bravo!

Do you have a hotel, dad?

- Darling! - What's wrong?

Shut up!

Stefania interests us most of all.

To get to him human essence,

you need to start with it.

On the threshold of hell.

Ankutumata.

"Ankutumata"? Speak Italian.

Apparently an officer from the continent.

This means that in her soul anger is boiling now.

Depressed.

She would take power into her own hands if her father would let her.

But he was careful fortunately for all of us.

More precisely, for everything humanity. I heard

she's been lately is experiencing serious difficulties

due to lack of cash.

Sounds strange when you consider that they are moving billions.

Avoid confiscation, transfer capital, make it available,

you know, it's not easy task for Matteo.

For Iddu Baby, as they call it here.

The baby is like Ephebe from Selinunte.

Bravo! This is the most valuable exhibit at our local museum.

So you want to say,

that their family has problems with cash capital.

Run from the police - the pleasure is not cheap.

So I think that...

my suggestion might work.

Do you want to offer him a deal?

with an illegal hotel in the reserve?

That's right.

It's incredible that we agreed collaborate with Palumbo

and help him promote own interests.

Tell me you want to attract Matteo's attention or not?

Construction of a large hotel

on its territory - not an easy matter.

How will you do this?

I'll turn to Giovannino.

- To Lapana? - To Lapana, to Lapana.

The thing is, that's how it is in these parts. people call greenfly,

variety of perch, the most boring fish in the Mediterranean Sea.

He is busy sorting letters for brother.

Everyone here has a nickname what is yours?

They always called me the director

because I've been for a long time worked at school.

Strange.

We heard another nickname. They say it was invented by the new mayor.

Yes? And which one?

We don't owe you nothing to say.

Inspector Mancuso, you, maybe you don't know

but there is ridicule here much more deadly than a bullet.

Think about how to organize a meeting with Lapana and dear sister.

STREET OF MARTYRS OF LIBERTY

- What are you doing here? - I'm waiting for Ciccio.

We decided to play football, dad.

You've already had enough of this “dad.”

Hello Ciccio.

Will you be at the gate? Well done.

How's dad?

- In prison. - Is mom upstairs?

Don't say a word to anyone at home that you saw me here.

Of course, director.

- Director. - Can I come in?

Thank you.

I must warn you, Today is a terrible day.

She has a headache and she's nervous.

- Seriously? - Yes.

Maybe we can reschedule?

No. It will be worse this way.

Listen, Giovanni, let's do it better tomorrow or the day after tomorrow,

when her head goes away.

She's waiting for us.

Raise your hands.

What's in your pocket, director?

Keys, phone.

- Leave them here. - OK.

Eat taralli.

I baked it myself.

Thank you very much, but I can't.

I have a bad heart.

I need to watch my sugar.

Giovannino told me about the hotel scheme.

Unconvincing.

I understand.

There are some obstacles.

But...

With your help it is possible overcome any difficulties.

Everyone is always turning contact us for help.

But the milk in the breast has dried up - There's nothing left to suck.

In simple words, then both the land and the hotel will go to you,

and me and my family just We will act as intermediaries.

- Figureheads. - Yes, that's right.

This is a very large project: there is a wellness center and a swimming pool.

Of course, there are pitfalls

which she arranged for us new administration

along with the new mayor of the city.

You don't like him either.

The director was treated very unfair.

Stefania, I spent six years in the Cuneo prison.

The court doomed him to terrible torment, just like dad.

But the director did not break. He endured everything.

Stefania, you know how dad loved him.

Write, director.

Write.

To whom?

Iddu?

A small letter.

If Idda approves, that means everyone will approve.

And the problem will be solved.

No more than a page.

Where are we?

"Matteo, let me turn to you

how a father addresses his son."

Of course I wouldn't dare compare yourself

with that lighthouse who with his light

illuminated your whole life.

- “Lighthouse”? - I'm talking about his father.

Don't know.

If I were him I would I suspected a trick.

Doesn't it really annoy him? such flattery?

Rita, we don't always we tell ourselves the truth

we don't always accept reality just the way she is.

We like to introduce ourselves in a different form

to be flattered.

This consoles us.

I'm against cheesy sentimentality in this letter.

We are writing to a habitual killer.

It already seems to me what does this person have

more self-control than some in this room.

I beg your pardon if my humble participation

you were disappointed in this matter, but his father

was everything to him and he lost it.

I came exactly from this consideration.

His father was a king. And Matteo is a grieving prince,

inherited the kingdom.

And with this letter you claim for the role of the court jester?

- Rita... - For you - Inspector Mancuso.

Inspector, you see, for 25 years

I had a season pass to the Drama Theater of Marsala.

The repertoire there is not entirely avant-garde: Pirandello, Goldoni...

Naturally, Shakespeare.

Try to imagine Matteo as Prince Hamlet.

Just like on the ramparts Danish castle,

we are in this letter must summon a ghost.

We must make sure that he heard my father's voice from the grave,

which will make you shudder.

This is his only weak point.

You need to trust his instinct.

"Matteo, the hotel deal I had the courage to offer you,

must revive those bonds which have united us for a long time.

Now that your kind father passed away

I consider it my duty resume your presence.

This is my duty to you and your father

my dear godson.

With his life he showed us

the indispensability and importance of the mind

in human behavior, because this mind is

the same filter determining all our actions.

And how sad it is look at those people

who, having nothing in the head, follow the lead

your base instincts and are forced to make up

your mental and moral inferiority,

resorting to bestial cruelty and meanness,

which are like waves are overwhelming us from all sides.

I don't know where you are you are now

but if my fatherly words will reach you

I pray that they eased your pain.

Put it on mine old man's shoulders.

For the feeling of bitterness and loneliness,

that you are experiencing I experience it too.

I hope that faith who always supported me,

will be a consolation for you too,

even if you know about that fate

which is prepared to people like me and you.

We live the way we dream.

But no matter how much we dream, we die... alone."

Good morning.

Leave it here.

This time more than usual.

Too many dogs per bone.

Have you been to the Vatican Museums?

Yes, with my husband.

We even went to the Gallery of Geographic Maps.

- Is it true? - On Easter in '78.

Wonderful museums.

Are you a believer?

What about you?

Have you found consolation in faith? after the death of her husband?

“Look at the action of God:

for who can straighten that What did He make crooked?

In days of prosperity, take advantage of the blessings, and in days of misfortune, meditate.

Both God made it for

so that the person is nothing I couldn’t speak against Him.”

What, are you familiar with Ecclesiastes?

This is not the book where you can look for solace.

But everything is as it is.

We are just numbered days...

useless life.

Even death has no value.

Other Books in the Bible trying to sweeten the pill.

They say that good people are destined for Happiness.

Contrary to all evidence.

Exactly.

But only who, in fact, decides

which one of us is good? and who is bad?

As Ecclesiastes says, "Happy are those

who were not born at all

and who has not seen evil deeds, which are created under the sun."

And in our beloved Sicily there is no shortage of sunshine.

Do you agree?

Signora Lucia,

do you know how old I was, when my father asked me

deal with the bandit, who killed your husband?

I was 17 years old.

17, yes.

I don't even remember what did this one look like...

bastard.

But what I did

should have comforted you

or have you found consolation in God?

"There's too much divorce slackers and parasites.

We collect money bit by bit and irregularly.

It's time again run blood through the veins.

Because prayers are without sacrifices, as our dear father taught,

nothing else like empty chatter."

Yes. As always, one and the same.

"Matteo,

let me turn to you, how a father addresses his son.

Your father's beacon living within you still lights our way,

so that our ship after surviving the storm could take a course into the future again,

which now entirely depends from the decisions you make.

Therefore I offer myself at your complete disposal,

and all the timing and methods you will indicate it yourself.

I feel for you fatherly affection.

Matteo, I can say was present at your birth.

I remember how your father held you in his arms and hummed a lullaby gently.

You were his favorite baby."

- Let's go dance. - Dance?

- Well, yes. - I won't go.

Let's go!

I'd rather admire you, come here.

You are beautiful!

Maybe we can go to my place?

I can't, I have today things to do with the guys.

Sure?

It's a pity.

See you.

Are you dancing alone?

Well? Shall we go?

Where are you in a hurry? Wait.

This nerd has school tomorrow.

Listen, do you think Am I worried about studying now?

You better have a drink.

This one is also over.

You know that I didn't take this cocaine.

- Only my father doesn’t think so. - Do you believe me?

Certainly. Don't worry.

I'll go get some more.

- I'll be damned if I stopped. - Relax already.

They were probably watching me and waited for me to stop

at this fucking gas station, to steal coke.

Just when you're not busy studying, then you're in the clouds.

How much did it cost? I will return everything to your father.

In parts, but I'll return it.

That's enough, Nando.

I need to take a leak.

It's all champagne.

Understand, this is not a question of money.

This is a question...

trust.

Why did I have to do this?

Son, grow up happy.

And when you grow up, I'll make you a lieutenant.

Lieutenant or captain.

If you stay tight hold a saber in your hands.

Look, your dad is already coming.

He will bring you seeds rosemary and basil...

I'm already getting up.

Much has changed and for the worse.

But not you a person who has not lost faith.

Even in difficult times you stayed

true friend,

which forever occupied special place

in my father's heart.

This lighthouse

as you said -

his loss

threatens

plunge us into the abyss besieging us

emptiness.

“Today your godson is a nobody,

but if you are doesn't bother me at all,

then I am at your disposal.

P.S.

I will write to you on behalf of Immanuel.

And you will have to subscribe

under the code name Salust."

"Well, now I I'll move on to the question,

associated with your hotel.

Basically, I understood everything.

It seems to me it's a good idea

and I will do everything what is in my power."

Director! Iddu agree!

Where are you going? Director!

Don't forget!

- You must burn this letter! - Yes. Yes, yes, of course.

This supermarket is clan post office.

We have checked carefully staff and couriers.

All mail goes through them.

Stop!

Enlarge the central part of the frame.

Gaspare Pizzullo from Bagheria, fish supplier.

Yes, yes.

My old friend.

I wonder what he's doing there?

We are far away from his area.

He recently got out of prison

and now delivers fish to the supermarket

perhaps for past services and for your silence.

Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him.

Pecked!

Immanuel.

The code name he chose for myself.

Translated from Hebrew like “God is with us.”

This is the name of the prophet Isaiah used to indicate the Messiah.

Apparently he is reading and quotes the Bible.

You know, for me too I chose an interesting name.

Sallust.

Friend, philosopher and teacher Roman Emperor.

If this letter is compared with his previous letters,

intended for others addressees, then the language surprises.

Correspondence with more educated person

gives him pleasure.

Reads books writes pompous letters.

All this does not really fit with what we we know about his level of education,

as I understand it, not very high.

The point is, Colonel, what if someone is in Italy

still reads books then these are prisoners.

And Matteo is just one of them.

I can give you a detailed list all the mafiosi who are in prison

discovered the beauty of books.

Russian novels are in fashion now.

Some have finished reading War and Peace. I never got over it.

And I didn't even try. War... Peace...

If two people are at enmity, I'll stand between them.

Listen to what he writes.

"I lost my father,

but I have you.”

He thinks about emptiness formed after the death of his father.

You're right, Palumbo.

Your voice is capable fill this void.

Catello, we consider your proposal very attractive.

But?

But the press, environmentalists... What will they say?!

The building is located on the dunes, in the reserve.

Environmentalists?

Never seen environmentalists in these parts!

Maybe they are there too under guard,

like Girgentan goats or Belice's jays!

But such hypocrites like you, I see every day.

It’s you in the City Council who are complicating everything.

Threaten with confiscation!

Bring in the bulldozers!

- Director, decaf coffee. - Thank you, Giovannino.

Bulldozers can be recalled.

But the mayor has one condition.

- Which? - Guess for yourself.

Catello shouldn't appear nowhere.

- How to understand this? - You are connected with the mafia.

You have a criminal record. Tarnished reputation.

Chairman...

Accept compensation.

Pay your debts.

And get out of business.

And the hotel, to everyone to your satisfaction, it will be completed.

Director.

They want me to trade this is splendor for their meager handout.

Lovely, you must agree!

I need to write a second letter This is what I came for.

- Yes. - You said

that you want to take a walk.

Right.

Take a breath of fresh air

relax, get inspired.

Now my hotel and your operation

inextricably linked with each other.

Catello, I'll tell you, you have started a very complex game.

Have no illusions regarding victory.

What?

Got some inspiration?

You said "Catello".

You called for the first time me by name.

- Rita, let’s switch to “you.” - Here's more.

Can I ask a question?

But only to the point.

Why are you so hostile is it towards me?

All I care about is his capture I don't care about you.

Yes, I understand, but what annoys you? in me most of all?

Apart from being the best friend of a famous mafioso,

godfather to his son and participated in various crimes?

I've never had problems with enemies.

My friends didn't give me this fall asleep at night.

I did them too many favors.

You are these words every morning repeat in front of the mirror?

Now I'll ask one question.

What are the values? important to you in life?

Rita,

human ideals and values are of the nature

illusory, compensatory.

It's unlikely that...

at the police academy you were told about this.

But is it really experience and time didn't they teach you?

Signora Lucia, could you come over?

I want to show you something.

Take a look.

A fragment is missing.

What nonsense!

You didn't touch anything by any chance?

Remember, I asked you Don't touch anything here.

- No, I didn't touch anything. - Are you sure you didn’t touch it?

- Exactly. - So,

he evaporated thanks to the Holy Spirit.

I'm furious.

Did you watch it in your room?

You still ask Signora Russo?!

I searched everything!

This is something incredible!

Idiocy!

Maybe by accident stuck in your pocket?

What?

We'll fix it now.

Sit down.

Sit down.

...Therefore I ask you to organize

delivery of the missing fragment

or – comma, –

if it doesn't seem like it possible –

comma, -

send a new box with a complete... set.

Best wishes,

Lucia Russo.

Look.

Do you follow them too?

There were many like her,

and in general it was a long time ago before the baby is born.

Matteo never wanted meet with my son.

He didn't even acknowledge him.

But his name is Gaetano in honor of my grandfather.

Mother just decided please Matteo, silly.

Matteo always had power over women

knew how to turn their heads, like King David.

On this basis he has there were disagreements with my father.

The son didn't listen to the wise advice of the “lighthouse”?

No.

When it came to women, especially foreigners.

I myself convinced Don Gaetano

give Matteo freedom in relationships with women.

So as not to take him away desire for other things.

Stefania seems to care to her nephew, she sees him.

Rita,

we better not touch this sensitive topic

if we want him and then he answered us.

I know what we will write.

Now on you inspiration struck?

- “Dear Matteo”... - Better: “Dear Immanuel.”

“I've always been on your side.

Even when you and your father there were disputes over women.”

No no. Better...

"I've always been on your side, even when you were swimming

not paying attention to the light, supplied from the lighthouse.

And even more so I will support you, when he was gone.

Therefore, if necessary,

so that the deal ends eventually took place

I will humbly get up and leave.

If, of course, you will accept my decision

faithful."

Signor Bonura! What have you done?

Signora, don't worry,

I'll post it in a couple of days This is a wonderful window.

Fix this hole immediately.

The point is that in the summer I'm out of breath.

I need fresh air, okay?

You can't pick it up and install it here is the window: the law prohibits this.

"Law"?

What does the law have to do with it, because it’s is it about good neighborliness?

I'll call the city council right away!

Is everything legal in your house?

There's an idiot here who wants It is illegal to cut through a window.

This time I won't be able to solve your problem.

Believe me, I'm not joking.

My father taught me a lot

but being a laughing stock is not.

He realized that this was impossible.

Inspectors from the City Council We've already left, so lock yourself up.

I don't want any the cretin saw you here.

Certainly.

I wrote a complaint.

But all this may take a while.

You'll have to leave.

It's risky to stay here.

So more cannot continue.

Signora Lucia...

I will refuse

from a daily walk.

I won't draw the curtains.

Even here.

And go out onto the terrace.

Relax.

Another thing.

Shall we have dinner together?

Annika, go to work.

My shift is over.

You and I didn't agree.

About what?

So that I don't see here anymore those damned mafiosi!

Sign in.

Will you dictate the answers to me?

Shipping tomorrow.

Don't want.

Later?

Even family?

Can you answer it yourself?

Perhaps I will answer Sallust.

Only for him.

We've been watching for so many months but we can’t close the chain.

Get to the final link:

the one who delivers letters to him and then collects the answers.

- We have Palumbo. - He doesn’t even write to his family.

Why on earth would he answer Catello?

We need to analyze what what we have.

And then again,

again and again.

This is the only way to the surface what will come up is that you...

I haven't seen it yet.

Don't give up.

Be patient.

You really miss him.

Pizzullo.

His sister Cinzia had an affair with our fugitive,

and Pizzullo provided them with love nest.

I know. I know.

And I also know that they were the only ones

who was arrested during that your ill-fated operation,

which you completely failed.

Keep your eyes on Palumbo.

You know he can't trust one hundred percent.

I gave you a second chance, Rita, opportunity to rehabilitate!

Do you want to disrupt this operation too?

SUPERMARKET

SICILIAN CENTER RESEARCH AND MANAGEMENT

You found what what did I ask you for?

Sicilian center research and management.

They have an office in Palermo.

They do not conduct any activities.

No courses, no conferences, no consultations.

Nothing.

You were right.

Well?

No, not a word to anyone.

See you in the evening. At my place.

Did you drink it all alone?

A letter arrived from Matteo.

Nothing special.

Even about the hotel is very evasive.

What are you doing?

Come on, take a shower.

I'll clean up and make coffee.

Here's the coffee.

Four years ago, in Bagheria, I almost arrested him

with the capture group.

Now I understand that the secret services interfered with me.

Pizzullo,

liaison Matteo cooperates with the structure they created,

which for many years operates in Palermo.

And it is headed by a colonel.

Like everything in Sicily.

Someone for many years covers Matteo.

I'm sure.

So I don't know what is the point of this operation?!

Maybe they want to put pressure on him?

Or make sure that no one got to him?

But I think certainly won't catch him.

So I screwed up, right?

You can trust me. But only for me.

Do you trust me?

- Naturally, no. - Here!

Damn it.

But at least I already know you.

I know what you want your methods.

We need to play our card.

And what does this mean? What do you mean?

Matteo allegedly wrote little? Here, listen.

"I want to share intimate with you.

I am writing this to you with filial love.

I don't know my son never wanted to see him.

In this, perhaps, there is childish rebellion

against the fate prepared for me.

And undoubtedly this is great grief for my father.

But can I

I hope that that my life will change?

Nobody needs to know that you received this letter.

So we won't answer him?

Vice versa. We will answer him.

But Schiavon et al. shouldn't know about it.

What?

Convince him that he has a future

and that it is entirely depends on him.

Father's future.

Rita...

I already told you that it is better not to touch on this topic.

Clear?

Do you know what nickname did the mayor give you?

Tough.

And why do you think?

And why?

The mayor and his wife started a rumor

what when the police arrested you

you were sitting at that moment on the toilet and relieved himself.

This is in the materials police wiretapping.

- What else are they saying? - No,

nothing like that, don't think so.

But...

there is one thing, and if it Matteo's sister suddenly heard

the mayor and his wife it wouldn't be good.

Can I get a copy of this recording?

Yes.

And if you need it so much,

then you will write, what will I tell you.

You play football after all with her son?

This is a great occasion show up there.

Ciccio will come out and launch you.

Yes, but why should I go there alone?

My dear mother...

Doesn't reach?

I can't go! The house is under surveillance.

But just what will I tell her?

How can I explain? where do we get the recording from?

Everything in this country spying on each other.

No, no, no, I don't like it this idea, director.

I'm scared I can't.

You and I are not very good good start. Right?

- I'm just a worthless person. - You know everything yourself.

Only, Pino, my son,

today I want give you the opportunity.

You know, this hotel - the guarantee of our future.

And now I’m not worried about myself.

And about you and Letitia. About your future child.

Pino, being a father -

This is a huge responsibility.

Okay, okay. I agree.

Well done, keep it up!

Dad!

Everything will go like clockwork.

Just come in and let her listen and come home.

OK?

And be careful with the taralli. Stefania offers them to everyone,

but they are hard as stone. Better refuse.

Help yourself.

Eat taralli.

No thanks, I've already eaten.

I'll be offended.

I baked them with your own hands.

- Well, how? - Very gentle.

Turn it on.

You work as a cleaner at my nephew's school, right?

But it turns out you understand bugs,

listening devices, electronics.

A little. This is my hobby.

What kind of device did you install? in Manciorachina's house?

And how did you even get through? to the mayor's villa, curious to know.

My father-in-law asked me and...

Don't want to reveal your secrets?

Continue.

By the way, today I saw our entire royal family.

What, really?

Giovannino wanted talk to me.

Lappana?

His sister is forever looks at me askance.

- Lord, how ugly she is! - Looks like a dad in a wig.

Ugh, disgusting!

Now I understand why did her husband choose

to get him arrested...

To avoid sleeping with her...

I won't bother you anymore.

The boards need to be nailed down again.

There's no point.

Until there is permission to restore the wall,

this idiot will and continue to rip them off.

You know him well this Bonuru?

Not really.

“Hello, goodbye,” - and that's it, he lives alone.

What is he like?

I mean, what kind of preferences in life

interests, what does he like?

He has a vineyard.

While my husband was alive,

every year he gave him a bottle of wine.

And nothing else?

Here you go.

Come on.

Let's.

Do you see?

Matteo, what are you doing?

Dad?

Having fun.

You have better things to do, son.

Is it true?

More important things to do?

You died surrounded by sheep, Dad.

Well, I, your son, live like a mouse.

I'm thinking about it.

This worries me.

Leave me alone.

Go away, leave me alone.

Good night.

And to you.

I had a great time this evening.

What about you?

-Are you going somewhere again? - Yes.

Pino is coming with me Don't wait for dinner.

Decaffeinated?

I don't know what you're up to

but he was definitely up to something.

And when I figure it out, I will strangle you with my bare hands.

Have a nice evening too!

That's why I'm like true servant of that institution,

which I represent

I wrote today resignation letter

with the one I occupy mayoral positions.

But let those who have no illusions who are eager to see again...

See you in a coffin and your prostitute mother!

Someone contributed to the prosecution.

A stack of documents fell today from heaven to the magistrate's table.

Exactly. From heaven.

You know what he told me prison guard,

when I left prison and a dove shit on my shoulder?

"Palumbo, from heaven Something’s going to fall!”

And he was absolutely right!

These are mysterious signs sent to us by higher powers.

Something will always fall from the sky!

Sirs, for us!

- Let's drink to your hotel! - For my hotel!

And let's drink to our young candidate!

Great, we have the champagne is out!

A bottle of champagne. Two are better.

Dad, why did he call me as a candidate?

I added you to the list for the next elections.

But I don't know anything about politics.

You will be elected. Im now we need people like you:

brainless idiots.

Wait, dad Does Letitia agree?

Pino, the man decides everything in the house.

Really you does everything need to be explained?

Hello?

Stefania asked go to her house.

What does he want?

- Don't know. - Go ahead.

Go, then I you'll tell me everything. Go.

No no.

Here, next to me.

You and your father-in-law got what they wanted.

Now I have a favor to ask of you.

What do you need?

Italian teacher at my nephew's...

She must bleed.

Botera?

What did she do?

I gave them an essay on the theme "Dads".

Listen, she's knows who my brother is,

and assigns them an essay on the topic of "Dads", slut.

What did the nephew do?

Wrote it. He was crying with anger.

But he didn’t give him up to this slut, and brought it to me

for me to read it.

He can't even with his mother discuss all these things.

- Poor guy. - Yes.

Agree what kind of life this is -

without father's guidance!

Children should not being raised without a dad.

You're...

I didn’t know my dad either.

People don't know what it's like.

So help him.

And how?

My brother stopped listening to me.

Doesn't even answer me.

But to your father-in-law - yes.

So...

Take this to him.

The director will be able explain to my brother

what's like himself

was our father's favorite child,

so is Gaetanino

should be the same for him.

Matteo,

glad to see you again.

Senator.

How are you?

- Wonderful. - Amazing.

That's what I wanted to hear.

Because we have to roll up your sleeves.

Such powerful government funding hasn't been for many years.

Today we celebrate and tomorrow back to work!

Serious projects, a lot of money.

Ports, wind power plants.

Manna falling from heaven to satisfy your hunger.

Clear.

Matteo, what's going on?

Did something happen?

There are rumors.

Which?

They're complaining about you.

You don't go to meetings you don't answer letters.

You're dodging from their duties.

Is it time to sound the alarm?

Is it time for us to sound the alarm?

You know, senator,

in his youth

I came often to parties in Palermo.

But it wasn't there all these girls.

I only came there a couple of socialites,

free ladies of Palermo.

Now...

any of these ladies

probably here today too,

together with her husband.

Possibly present here even their daughters.

Considering their age, I would say granddaughters.

That's right, their granddaughters.

And they all think that, shaking your asses,

they will open their doors to a bright future.

It is very important to walk

into the future with confidence and joy, no?

To the future, senator?

People only degraded from Adam to Noah.

Ten generations.

Ten worships changed from Noah to Abraham.

Yes, as many as ten.

And the socialites of that time

and their granddaughters are separated only two generations.

As you can see, degeneration -

this is our lot.

Is it the same with you?

It's the same with you, Senator, we all have.

What was, is what will be.

What was being done that's what will be done.

And there is nothing new under the sun.

Past, present, future - nothing changes.

Everyone must do your responsibilities.

And I know that you...

- you won't let me down. - Of course.

Because I know whose son you are.

And now I'll leave and I'll be back with champagne.

"Dear dad,

I hope you're okay.

I'm fine I go to school and do my homework.

They treat me well

including aunt who showed me your photos.

They were done even before I was born.

Aunt says that I look like you.

Daddy

I would really like to get to know you.

Why don’t you want to know?”

This essay is a sign from above.

Yes, that's right.

Something will fall from the sky.

Rita, I don't feel well.

I'm suffocating.

In the first letter...

...you forced him hear your father's voice.

Now he must hear my son's voice.

Invite him to meet him.

You're kidding me!

The Colonel doesn't want to catch him, and you want to kill me.

If you're right about Schiavon, you are already a walking troupe.

O Lord, righteous God!

Get involved in it all innocent child!

I won't just an ordinary traitor

I will become the worst traitor

throughout the history of mankind!

I went to meet you halfway in the matter with the mayor.

Now do your part.

I hope, Colonel will arrest me first.

Because Iddu even won't let them find my corpse.

And this is unfortunate.

"Dear Matteo, in his last letter

you asked me:

"Can I hope that that my life will change?"

Same question throughout some time

tortured your humble servant too.

Your son's essay

which I am sending to you along with these words,

and there is an answer to your question.

Meet your son.

Take it upon yourself responsibility as a father.

And you will begin a new life.”

Welcome back, Catello.

Get ready. Tomorrow you you will meet him.

With the baby.

Good morning.

Let's go.

SEE YOU SOON, LAND OF TEMPLES AND OLIVE OIL

Get in.

You need to take off your clothes. Put everything here.

Then put it on.

Don't worry, everything will be returned to you.

Underwear too?

Nowadays microphones are so small

can be carried in the rectum.

Gaetano, close your eyes.

Come out!

Come on!

Damn scavengers!

Where's dad?

Coming soon.

Is this him?

I don't feel good.

I brought your son as promised.

You better shut up, clown!

Did you really think you could trick me around your finger?

So he decided to confuse me brains named after my father?

- I was forced, Matteo. - Seriously?

I was left no choice.

You have always been nothing more than a servant.

Leave. Nobody knows that you are here.

Nobody?

- I'm nothing. - No need.

I betrayed your trust.

Matteo, I deserve to die but don't kill.

- No? - Don't kill me.

I beg you, don't kill.

Unfortunately I'm not like my father, do you understand?

I don't need children.

Hey Catello.

Catello.

What's wrong with you?

- What's wrong with him? - Don't know.

Hey.

Hello?

Yes.

There is a man lying on the ground here.

He can't get up, he doesn't feel well.

Yes.

Not far from the mouth of the river.

Yes.

Okay, hurry up.

Rita...

Did you really think Why are you deceiving me?

And will you meet him alone?

I wanted to end it

so we can leave all this is in the past.

Fuck you, Catello!

Rita, your operation will continue.

- I'll write to him. - It's over.

Schiavon found out about everything.

The boy's mother filed a complaint that he had been kidnapped.

They wanted to arrest you.

“Wanted”?

Schiavon did not let them do this.

Reported to the prosecutor's office that you collaborated with them.

And this...

I bet

it will be soon public domain.

God...

Good luck!

Rita!

HOSPITAL

Now you're boarding the plane,

fly home, relax...

and decide if you want to work with me or end up in jail

and scrub the toilets there.

What was the true goal this operation?

There's clearly no way to catch him.

The main task is be nearby

and quietly observe.

Interfering only as a last resort.

Why are we arresting everyone? besides him?

Does he know too many secrets?

You still don't understand the true essence of this work.

We must, like a virus, penetrating the human body,

penetrate into the entrails of this country

to find out what's going on in its impenetrable darkness.

And if the system fails,

rehabilitate it,

to get rid of waste and bring the system into balance,

even if it is shaky.

- But without which it is impossible. - That's right, well done.

With me...

you will learn patience.

But your job it won't go down the drain.

Now the police and judiciary

stones around him will not be left unturned.

you say it at every press conference.

The meaning of our work

in incompleteness.

But one day

when they ripen suitable conditions,

his time will come.

Are you from the police?

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Mom, the baby is hungry!

I'm already warming up the bottle.

"THE VOICE OF SICILY"

CORRESPONDENCE BETWEEN THE FORMER MAYOR AND THE BOSS OF THE MAFIA

DESPIBLE CATELLO PALUMBO...

"Despised Catello Palumbo,

impersonating for a God-fearing man,

ended up Judas Iscariot.

Two questions. Why?

So what should we do next?

To the first question you should answer it yourself.

But having completely lost honor and dignity,

you won't do this.

And I will answer the second question.

No, it is not death that awaits you.

For the day of death better than a birthday.

You will live on alone,

abandoned by his own family and friends

and despised by everyone and everything.

And all your futile attempts

will only thicken darkness surrounding you

and increase your endless suffering.

People will forget about you.

You will turn invisible like me.

Because that's who we are what we are.

But I, being invisible,

unlike you,

I’m just strengthening my presence

in the minds of others.

You will forever remain in my thoughts.

But don't rely on not an accident, illness

or my arrest.

All this can happen.

But even if this happens,

there will always be someone who will certainly take care of

so that you continue to pay the debt,

which they foolishly took upon themselves.

Matteo."

BOSS