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Sicily is confused.

Sign against the military base in Comiso, it's a threat to peace,

and big business for the Mafia.

The military base in Comiso

is useful to the Americans, to Sicily

and to us, since we bought all the land around the airport.

But there's a Communist who's against it.

We need a clean-up, not missiles...

Something wrong?

- Inspector Schirò. - How do you do, Di Salvo.

Mafia association must be Iabeled as a crime.

His name's Pio La Torre, he wants the State to bust our balls.

So he yaks and yaks...

Democracy is charter.

- Honorable La Torre is my charge. - Can you use a gun?

- Yes. - And the Honorable?

I'll look after him.

He'd better have a gun too.

Aren't you protecting us?

Only saints in Paradise can protect us, but you're Communists

so you don't even have those.

We want a law that severs the relationship between Mafia,

banks and politics.

I know that here in Corleone

the Mafia seems like an unstoppable tide.

But the Mafia can be stopped

and together we will!

Even Cosa Nostra was becoming a democracy.

But certain complicated things can't be resolved by democracy,

decisions have to be made by one person only,

for everyone, right Apuzzo?

Did you like the pasta?

And the eggplant dish?

You know Apuzzo, don't you?

Head of ten from Arenella, a great worker.

But he yaks a lot.

- No, but you all promised me... - Hear him?

He says "but", "you all promised me"...

He means no harm,

but it's a bad habit from the past.

Right?

Why that face?

Don't be scared, I like you.

You just have to change habits.

We all have to.

I'm willing to meet all your needs.

But stop the yakking, and those who don't, become my enemies.

And so they die.

Totò won, he commands everything.

Now he wants to get rid of anyone who could get in his way.

What's that got to do with me?

You're my brother, you're all my blood, you could wreck his sleep.

It's what he did with the Bontades, with the Inzerillos,

they're all dead.

- And the Badalamentis and Grecos. - And us too?

No, not if you mind your own business.

I'm going back to Brazil, why don't you all come too?

We'll wait for Corleone to cool off. Let your Dad take care of it.

Remember when you got married?

It was in the prison chapel, but still it was a nice day.

So, are you coming?

I'll take care of everything.

Just like that, all of a sudden?

- The pizzeria, the house? - What can it take?

Get started, and for whatever you need,

see Apuzzo.

Until you're ready,

be very careful.

Let's eat.

What a nice surprise!

Fact is, I didn't come here for lack of activity in retirement!

Something new's come up,

President Spadolini wants to send Dalla Chiesa to Sicily.

- Understand? -I read it in the papers.

They asked me for the names of people who know the Mafia well.

- I gave yours. - To who?

To Chinnici, Falcone, Borsellino, good people.

I'm seeing them tomorrow and you'll be with me.

What can I say...

Your word is law,

I went by it when I was young, and I still do.

Tell me,

General Dalla Chiesa is being sent to make war on the Mafia,

but is he coming in dress uniform, with great fanfare?

You've become polemic, you have your reasons...

I don't want to be right,

I'd rather be wrong, being right is for fools.

Then stop this and move on, I know what your problem is.

You're ashamed you're still alive,

you can't forgive yourself for your family's break up.

You have to react, get back to working seriously.

I expect you tomorrow, 10 sharp, at the Courthouse in Palermo.

See you tomorrow.

- Can you hit with your head? - Yes.

Good! Try hitting harder.

Good!

Vito, get Cup of Coffee.

Are you ready?

I'll take you to Palermo to play.

What do you need?

Call Binnu,

let's put that Communist to rest.

On your orders.

Another!

You're a champ!

We spend a Iifetime waiting to be received.

It's 10:30 and nobody's shown up.

Falcone is usually punctual.

No, my dear colleagues, I ask you to consider the question of ethics.

You're each married.

You, Falcone, have a Iegitimate spouse,

Ms Morvillo has a husband and son.

Yet you admit to Iiving together.

What's it matter to the Public Prosecutor's Office?

Maybe you're misled by your feelings

and you don't realize it gives rise to scandal.

Then I'm misled too

because I can't see the scandal.

The scandal exists

and maybe even reason for environmental incompatibility,

and therefore for court removal.

Mr Pizzillo do as you like!

Excuse me, I have to work.

Good bye.

What happened?

Pizzillo spouted morality regarding our private lives!

Here they are.

Our private lives aren't...

The one with the moustache is Borsellino, the other's Chinnici.

The woman is Falcone's companion, she's a magistrate too,

a tough cookie, Francesca Morvillo.

And the humiliation?

He and I live together, so?

He treated me like a whore.

Hello, Mangano.

Forgive my being late.

See you later.

- Please come in. - Thank you.

Mangano speaks highly of you, we've seen your CV.

You've known the Corleone group since you were a boy.

He's been on them since Navarra.

They're here, a few steps away, they come and go,

go shopping, send their kids to school,

take vacations, but we can't catch them.

Maybe because someone has decided they're untouchable,

or handy when there's need for blood to flow or move billions.

Fact is, no one even tries to touch them.

You feel we're all Mafia accomplices, in both high places and low.

I didn't say that, I don't give anyone Iessons,

much less you.

Actually, the more I go ahead, the less I understand.

- What don't you understand? - Can I ask something?

There's someone from Corleone we've known everything about for 20 years,

he's not a fugitive, we have his name, surname and address.

He's tied hand and foot to Totò Riina,

his name's Vito Ciancimino, former mayor of Palermo.

Why is he still free?

You see, sir...

that's just one of the things I can't understand.

Let's put the inspector in contact with Montana and Cassarà.

Welcome.

How do you do it? You're phenomenal!

- Just a Iittle experience. - No, you're phenomenal!

- If you don't mind, I'd like... - Wait.

- Cassarà, come here. -What is it, Montana?

- He's Deputy Commissioner Cassarà. - Biagio Schirò.

Don't stand. What is it?

Look. Schirò, who's this?

Ciccio Sarundi, called Basile.

- This one? - Notaro, called "Butcher".

- This guy? - Called "Turk", Giuseppe Di Noia.

You're a Iiving archive!

Would you know them even with beards and moustaches?

No, even with plastic surgery!

How come you're so good?

When they keep you idling, you need an outlet.

This guy?

Pino Greco,

called "Softshoe".

This one?

They call him "Cup of Coffee".

What a great day!

Your brother-in-law should give us extra,

nobody should work on days like this!

You call today's job "work"? It's pure fun!

If you'll excuse me... I'm too old for kids' games.

- Want him? - There's no set schedule.

I like fresh air, no one's waiting for me at home.

What's all this bedlam?

They killed Pio La Torre.

- When? - Just now.

Assholes!

So?

Peep, peep... Pio's dead.

Good.

You did a good job.

You do a great chickie imitation.

Animals make good animal sounds.

Nino, bring these thirsty kids something to drink.

- Nice and cold. - Good.

Let's have a toast.

- To what? - To a Communist-free Sicily.

To Sicily, free and beautiful.

To Communism!

Following the murder of the Communist Party Regional Secretary,

Prime Minister Spadolini and Interior Minister Rognoni,

have pushed forward the installation in Palermo of the new Prefect,

General Dalla Chiesa, which was scheduled for next week.

Palermo is beautiful.

Yes.

Of course, it was better to come as tourists.

Some people would really love to see me be a pampered tourist.

There's a town in Sicily, Corleone,

that's a must for those trying to decipher the new Mafia panorama.

We'll be investigating those who, 20 years ago,

had ten and now have a hundred, a thousand...

- May I? - Please.

The Communist Party secretary was just killed in Palermo

and we're here wondering what the Corleone guys are doing

and where they've invested their savings?

Corleone is a point of departure as well as arrival.

In between is the journey the money makes in Italy and the world.

Money is like a comet,

it has a tail, a wake

which touches individuals, political parties, their factions.

It'II be rough!

La Torre wanted us to follow that wake,

heeding no one.

I assure you, I'll heed no one.

Excuse me.

Let me by.

- What do you want from me? - I belong to the competition.

I'm a cop, Biagio Schirò.

A cop! Where are you stationed?

I'm deployed in Palermo.

You don't remember, but we met many years ago in Corleone.

Corleone, that's a good while ago, I was 30.

I remember that period, it was tough.

It's worse now. May I ask you a question?

Why don't you have an escort? It's dangerous, they're watching you.

There was a guy on the bus, maybe two, tailing you.

I saw them, but an escort only serves to pinpoint you more easily.

If they want, they'll find you anyway.

They're everywhere, they're worse than the Red Brigades.

The Brigades are against the State, the Mafia is inside the State.

Why did you get investigative powers against the BR but not the Mafia?

You're alone here and I'm afraid you'll be more and more so.

No, I'm the State here in Palermo and the State is never alone.

There are millions of good citizens, like you who protected me.

Believe me, we need to trust.

You're right, forgive me for bothering you.

- It was presumptuous of me. - Goodbye.

You'll see, good things will happen.

Maybe we'll win the World Cup.

The revenue from all over the island arrives here.

See how hard they're working?

Rome wants to take 10 percent,

do they think it's easy to get Sicilians to pay taxes?

It's not Rome, it's the Communists.

They want you at 3%, like the rest of Italy.

I don't care what happens in the rest of Italy,

I care about what mustn't happen in Palermo.

When will they vote on this Communist amendment?

- In a week. - Is there a chance it will pass?

I already have twenty delegates who'll vote against it.

Defectors, reliable people, a few in the opposition.

Remind your friends

we've financed lots of campaigns with that money.

Right, Vito?

The friends are having a rough time right now.

- Foul weather's in sight. - I don't give a fuck!

What are you thinking?

Do you want the Communists?

One gets killed and they send us General Dalla Chiesa.

Salvo, that's true,

Dalla Chiesa has upset everyone.

At Headquarters they all want to shine.

We'll have to speak to the president.

It's useless, Dalla Chiesa already said he'II have no qualms.

- Not even for our faction. - What's all this?

You're frightened for nothing.

Tell the president,

Dalla Chiesa is all talk.

If you really want to do certain things,

you don't go around telling people.

Come in, why fucking knock?

Excuse me, these gentlemen are here.

- What do you want? - It's a search warrant.

- What do you want to search? - Your tax office.

I'll bring my men in.

- Want something to eat? - No, I've got a stomachache.

Where are the kids?

The Iittle one's sleeping, the others are playing.

If you don't eat, your stomach will hurt even more.

It's nerves, they're upsetting me.

I'll take a horseback ride with Binnu,

it'll relax me.

The horse is ready.

Let's go.

When we were kids, just the field guardians rode horses.

If you didn't say hello right, they'd whip you in the face.

Things change.

Sure, but you have to be watchful how they change.

I'm watchful, even got a stomachache for it.

The families are complaining, the politicians and banks are too.

They didn't like the search at the tax office.

And this Dalla Chiesa says the real weapon against the Mafia

has to be the turncoats and that's not good.

I say I have a stomachache and you give me bad news?

I want to relax and you piss me off even more.

Who the fuck is Dalla Chiesa? La Torre had a party behind him.

- Who is this Dalla Chiesa? - He's the State!

And what are we?

This land is ours, we have our own army,

we have a people to defend and administer over.

I've fought wars Dalla Chiesa only dreams of.

I won them all.

Who the fuck is this general? Did he fight a war?

Does he even have a horse?

We've known each other all our lives,

but I tell you, you're changing, you don't listen anymore.

Instead of being a pain, how about a race?

- You're no spring chicken. - Neither are you.

I'd say there are conditions for mutual collaboration.

Good day.

Sorry, it took longer than expected.

Excuse me, you?

Aren't you that cop from Corleone?

- How are you? - Fine, and you?

I think back often to our meeting.

You're one of the few Sicilians who's made me feel safe.

Thank you, though that's a Iittle sad.

But it's the truth.

That time, I used a somewhat rhetorical phrase

that is, those who represent the State are never alone.

That's not true, I've never felt so alone.

- Give me your name again. - Inspector Biagio Schirò.

It was a pleasure seeing you again, keep it up.

The same to you.

Begging your pardon, "the same to you"...

You have friends in high places, you deserve greater respect!

My girlfriend is job-hunting, a Iittle pull...

We'll see what can be done.

- What's the decision? - Ask your friend the Prefect.

If he tells you, alright, otherwise nothing, it's confidential.

Okay, let's move on... How did the meeting go?

We did an excellent job in the tax office,

we can get the Salvos.

Good.

Let's go.

They're going out to eat tonight.

The General likes to drive his own car.

It'II be a breeze.

We have an agreement with Santapaola.

You two will work with the guys from Catania tonight.

Do a good job and we'll have a case of champagne brought in.

We like champagne, right?

Sure we do, maybe with a Iittle caviar.

SEPTEMBER 3, 1982

Let's go!

He's dead

and his body is here before us.

Dying with him, his young wife...

Can I phone Dad?

If you want...

Call him!

- If it upsets you so... - It doesn't, call him.

Doesn't matter.

- It's me. - Hi.

- How are you? - How should I be?

I'm sorry.

- It's terrible. - They let him get killed.

Like that, without Iifting a finger.

Why do you want to stay? Waiting for your turn?

- Why don't you leave? - I can't.

Not at this time.

The time will never come for you.

Please,

let's not argue.

Pass me Antonio.

Okay... your father.

- Hi, Dad. - Ninuzzo, how are you?

- I wanted to say hello. - Are you on the Dalla Chiesa case?

No, I'm not.

I work with Montana.

Who?

He's a good man.

Everything's fine.

- Remember, I love you. - Bye, Dad.

- How's school? - All high scores.

Good.

Bye, my love.

And this time it's not Sagunto, but Palermo.

Our poor Palermo!

Take your shoes off, they're dirty.

I've read the paper.

What's going on?

Nothing.

Read a book.

The papers are full of lies.

The papers say what you won't,

and don't treat me like a child!

You'll always be a child to me.

Let's see this paper.

What to know something?

This paper is good for wrapping fish.

Let me sit with you a Iittle, I'm tired.

SPECIAL POWERS TO NEW PREFECT

Mr Chinnici, we have the ballistic report.

The results speak clearly,

It's the same Kalashnikov

for all the murders, from Terranova to Dalla Chiesa.

As if the murderer, toying with us,

wants us to see that behind the murders is a single mind.

Okay, let's pool the investigations.

- AII of them. - They've given you free reign?

Dalla Chiesa's death did that.

We set up a pool and put into it

all the political murders: the killings in the Mafia wars,

the plunder of Palermo, the trafficking of drugs and money

and also Dalla Chiesa.

We make a frontal attack.

How many warrants are there for the murder of Dalla Chiesa?

- Fourteen. - Sign them.

And then?

Then we work on the Mafia that are in jail.

The Grand Hotel Ucciardone era is over.

And then?

We do what Dalla Chiesa started,

we send the Salvos to prison.

- Will they let us work? - I'll be your Iightning rod.

Good thing the sun's out.

From now on, I want to enjoy the beautiful days,

it's becoming far too normal to be murdered.

They can't kill us all.

Let's take advantage of being alive. Coffee anyone?

- Goodbye. - Keep up the good work.

- Goodbye. - Keep up the good work.

Keep up the good work.

So, what's this pool?

Chinnici's getting organized to piss us off even more.

- And the poor Salvo cousins? - He wants to arrest them.

They Iistened to some rat.

Rats are awful things.

I've already taken care of them, right?

So Chinnici has nothing in hand.

He caught hero fever, like the others.

But how many heroes can there be?

Two, five, ten?

What's it take to kill ten people?

Eliminating the crazy blood, the family men are left

and we get back to tranquility.

Chinnici goes around in an armored car.

It's just a more expensive coffin than the others.

Put the pool for the kids here.

Among the Iemons?

We'll cut them down, I don't like Iemons!

It was a terrifying sight to see.

A pile of glass, rubble, twisted metal,

sheets covering the victims of this Mafia action.

In the tremendous explosion which made a meter-deep crater,

Investigating Counselor Chinnici was killed with two men of his escort,

Mario Trapassi and Salvatore Bartolotta.

- Don Masino! - Welcome.

- How was the trip? - I'm a Iittle tired.

What do you want from me?

You have to help us, the Shrimp has gone nuts.

He thinks he's stronger than the State, he'II ruin everybody.

They're on our backs, only you can stop him.

Ugly things are happening in Palermo.

If they'd Iistened to me years ago, this wouldn't have happened.

The murders in Palermo can't be explained by Corleone savagery.

They've always been animals, but never this savage.

These happenings go beyond Totò Riina, beyond Cosa Nostra.

I see another hand.

See the shadow of an entity...

What? I don't understand.

I mean politics...

and the secret services.

You sit around this nice place, but we need you in Palermo.

Your kids and your brother Vincenzo want to see you.

- Keep my kids out of this. - But you can't anymore!

Totò controls everything and where he thinks there are rumblings,

he either piles you with money or melts you in acid.

I risked coming here.

Totò isn't infallible, he'II slip. - We can't wait anymore!

- If you come back to Italy... - You have to make it on your own.

Make Totò see, if he plays with fire too often,

all the houses can burn.

Come on, give me a hug.

When you see my kids, give each one a hug for me.

Okay.

- Hungry? - I'd say so.

Then let's eat.

Zu Totò, I respect you, so what I'm about to say

shouldn't be taken as criticism.

Talk, we're here to talk things over.

La Torre is dead, but they passed his law.

Dalla Chiesa is dead but they gave the new Prefect

unprecedented powers.

Chinnici is dead, and up comes this other Chinnici...

Caponnetto, who wants to set up this fucking pool.

Zu Totò, with all due respect, what's the next move?

It's always the same.

Scare them.

They have this pool,

and so?

Anyone can have the courage to say "pool".

Right? Pool!

We have to see if they've the courage to be concrete.

You have courage.

But is it really?

It's not courage, I talk like this...

to understand.

To understand is okay,

but someone tells me you talk with Buscetta's tongue.

That's a lie!

You went all the way to Brazil to talk to him.

Lies.

Don Masino was my uncle's friend,

but I haven't talked to him, I swear.

Don't get so upset, I'm sorry to see you like this.

I believe you, I just wanted to show my friends

that courage is to talk with your own tongue,

not with someone else's.

That's the point.

Courage.

We're waging war against the Italian State...

How do you say? To discourage!

Like it? A war to discourage.

What's this clapping?

We're talking about serious things, we're not on TV!

When it's about killing people you don't clap.

Get in the cars.

Apuzzo!

You go ahead in the first car, I'll follow.

Apuzzo, this hair...

Hello, kids.

Zu Totò, hello, how can I help you?

Help them, not me.

I'm at your children's disposal.

Hear what they want.

- I have something for you too. - Later, first the kids.

- Has Apuzzo talked? - He will.

I want all the names of the ones he was in contact with,

not one must be left.

- Dad! - Tell me, my sweetie.

I like this swing, will you buy it for me?

I'll buy everything you want.

- Giovannino, have you decided? - I like this Ferrari.

- The Ferrari? See, Binnu? - It's too flashy.

Get off it! I'll take the Ferrari.

This swing, an excellent choice,

it's from Switzerland, and can be unassembled.

Put it all in the car.

I found the toy you've been Iooking for.

A Collector's item, marvelous.

My son mustn't see this,

It's a surprise for his birthday.

- Have you got the swing assembled? - A Iittle patience.

See how good they are.

These modern things, they seem like cardboard.

Hold it steady.

Concetta, get away from there.

What do we do with Masino Buscetta?

Let him know his blood won't age.

Ready!

Hold on tight, now we fly.

See?

Careful.

Higher.

Let's throw him in.

Higher!

Wait, we have to leave a tip.

Give him a tip.

Like this!

My heart has to stay healthy...

to make Totò Riina suffer what I'm suffering now.

The police are here!

What's going on? I'm a businessman.

A business in cocaine!

You're wrong! My name's Roberto Felice.

Blow!

Kids, let's go play!

Giovanni, come here.

See the nice gift I have for you.

Open it!

It's old, like toys used to be

when Uncle Binnu and I were boys.

Do you like it?

No, I don't.

Wait, look how it works.

Maybe the Iittle one will like it.

Giovanni's big.

Small fish, Aliquò and Basile.

- I think it's a deposit for arms. - Or drugs.

Do we go in?

- Let's wait for backup. - We'll lose them!

Fuck it all... let's go!

Finally some fresh air, this stench is disgusting.

I'm used to it, I don't smell anything anymore.

Police, don't move!

- What are you doing here? -What the fuck do you want?

Who are you waiting for? Who's inside?

You're breaking my arm!

Get moving or I'll break the other one too.

What's this place?

We've nothing to do with this, we were just guarding.

I don't know anything.

Fuck, what's this butchery?

Soviero and Apuzzo, they showed them a good time.

They used to be close to Buscetta.

Think it was them?

No, they're just trash men,

they don't have the stature to touch a guy like Apuzzo.

How disgusting!

Thank God it went well, never again anything so stupid.

Okay.

- What is it? - I found it in the farmhouse.

It's an old toy, at least forty years old.

Salvatore Riina had one just like it,

it was his younger brother's, the one who died young.

- So? - Know what I think?

No and I don't want to.

I'll tell you anyway.

He was there too.

Schirò, it's an obsession!

You see him everywhere.

Will you talk or not?

My name's Tommaso Buscetta,

born on July 13, 1928.

Giovanni, please, Iisten to Schirò's idea,

or he'II torment me.

Schirò, don't be shy.

It's not an idea, it's a question.

If Someone's two kids are killed,

and his brother, his nephew,

his brother-in-law, his friends tortured and killed,

he himself in jail on the other side of the world,

what goes through his head?

Is he a guy like you and me or is he Mafia?

He's a man of honor, Tommaso Buscetta.

What question's that?

We don't know what goes through a Mafia man's head,

but we could ask, we're doing that already.

Why else do the tax-payers pay us?

You're right, I'm just a pain in the neck.

No way,

you're just sensitive and rightly discouraged.

I have two projects in life,

one is long-term: to see Schirò happy just once.

The other, short-term: to have a nice swim.

There's a third project not too far off.

Hi, everybody.

But this has nothing to do with you.

- He has no escort. - What are we?

Let's go.

They're making me return to Italy.

Get me something to put me to sleep forever.

What? I could never do that!

I don't want a discussion, they'll kill me in Italy anyway.

Even if I lived...

Understand?

Finally, Buscetta will be extradited.

I want everything you can find on him.

- Is Schirò around? - I'll get him right away.

Send me Schirò.

- Are you thinking of him? - Yes, what do you say?

He's a good choice.

Hello.

I wanted to ask...

- Do you like traveling? - Sure.

I've been to Catania, to Rome.

We'll have you take a nice trip.

What would you say about Brazil?

Don Masino.

Buscetta,

The Brazilian cops did well to torture you,

you deserved it.

We should too, so you'll stop acting the big man.

I didn't talk even under torture.

I guess they were light-handed.

I'll tell you something,

if you were the one torturing me,

you'd just tickle.

I don't even see you.

How dare you?

Will you cut it out? Giacalone, leave him alone.

Sit down.

- Something to eat? - No, thank you.

Are you Sicilian?

Yes.

- From where? - Corleone.

Either you change seats, or I will,

I won't sit near a guy from Corleone.

Listen to me,

one: not all from Corleone are same,

while you Mafia are all alike.

Second: I speak properly with you,

don't use a familiar tone with me.

What the fuck's happening?

Get a doctor!

Tomatoes are uncooperative this year.

This soil's no good.

- How are you? - Fine.

- He's alright now. - Thank you.

You didn't let me go.

You did well, I was about to screw up.

But now do me a favor,

I want to talk with Falcone.

Before I start, I'd like to say something.

I'm not a rat, I'm not turning State's evidence,

I didn't betray Cosa Nostra.

Cosa Nostra betrayed itself.

I understand.

Could you remove your glasses?

I'd like to look you in the eye.

- Who's Buscetta talking to? - Falcone.

I don't like that name.

- It means a bad animal. - If Masino talks, it's trouble.

The Brazilian cops pulled his toenails out

and he didn't squeal.

Because he's a man of honor.

But his heart's poisoned

and he might have more respect for Falcone than for us.

I trust you, Your Honor, and Deputy Commissioner De Gennaro,

but no one else.

I don't think the Italian government really has the intention

to fight the Mafia.

And I warn you, after this questioning, you'll be famous,

but they'll try to destroy you, physically and professionally.

They'll do the same with me.

The account you opened with Cosa Nostra will never close.

Do you still want to question me?

Absolutely.

Start writing.

My name is Tommaso Buscetta and I'm a man of honor.

We taught Masino well what respect is.

Honor isn't a thing that comes and goes, if it's there, it's there.

Riina is the boss of everything.

Don't be fooled by his farmer face,

even when he's a puppet he feels like a puppeteer.

Cosa Nostra is like a church, on the bottom are the soldiers,

organized in "tens", commanded by "heads of ten".

They're the pillars which support the cupola.

Totò Riina

was a soldier,

today's he's on the cupola,

commanding everyone:

the family bosses, politicians, bankers, cops,

even you.

They called it a Mafia war,

it wasn't a war, it was a massacre.

A manhunt

set off by the Corleone guys.

Riina is the brain.

Then Provenzano,

Softshoe and Bagarella

are the muscle, Liggio is a clown.

They killed Colonel Russo,

they decreed Terranova's death.

Totò imposed Mattarella's death on the Committee.

He had Basile killed,

La Torre and Scaglione.

He organized

Dalla Chiesa's death,

as a favor to a couple of politicians in Rome.

It's Cassarà, guess who asked me about you.

I don't know.

Falcone,

he wants you at Headquarters tomorrow.

To do what?

You have to sit in a corner

and watch.

Fast, keep it moving!

We ran out of handcuffs today.

Smile!

Any better, Schirò?

Better.

We issued 366 warrants of arrest with others to follow.

- So? - What can I say?

- Want the truth? - Of course.

There aren't any big fish, besides can you sentence these guys?

Yes, we're in a position to make everything air-tight,

then we'll get the big fish.

If so, I'm happy

You say it, but you don't think it.

You do well to doubt, actually

your unhappy look is important.

I wouldn't want you to witness a Corleone triumph.

How do you feel about this?

I see you're finally happy!

A Iittle.

Keep up the good work.

Good bye.

We're here for Mr Ciancimino.

The Honorable... I'll call him.

Honorable? When did he get a degree?

Honorable nothing, he's the barber's son.

Get that!

What's this mean? What do you want?

Your wrists, for the handcuffs.

We have a warrant of arrest, handcuff the man...

the Honorable, sorry.

A warrant for me?

How can that be?

I'm sorry, you had it good here, didn't you?

Take him away.

Do you realize what you're doing?

This can't happen!

I'm Vito Ciancimino!

Does Falcone have kids, a wife, a family?

His wife left him.

Not even women can stand him.

He has no kids, he's with a woman, she's a judge too.

"Is with"? What's that mean?

They're not married, but they want to be.

Good for them. Friends?

He's good friends with Cassarà

and some colleagues on the job.

- Does he have a mother? - She's dead, poor thing.

I'm sorry about that.

And I'm sorry he has no kids, that's why he can't reason.

Anything else?

For now, it's best not to touch Falcone and the other judges.

They're unreachable, they're locked in Asinara Prison

preparing the trial.

That means we scare them.

No one's protecting the cops,

they think they can protect themselves.

Excuse me, Zu Totò.

No, you're good.

It's full of ashtrays, why don't you use them?

You're a pig, you have no manners.

Think you can do what you like here just because you kill people?

- It was the wind. - Go get it.

- In the water? - My kids swim here.

I told you to get it.

Still here? Go get it.

We were saying?

We need people to see, those who should protect them

can't even protect themselves.

We need to show that this "maxi trial"...

is a hoax and the investigating cops, aren't worth a thing.

JULY 28,1985

We have the first numbers of the Iicense plate.

Turn registry archives inside-out,

check all the cars with plates that start with those numbers,

even if there are thirty thousand!

Schirò, why the fuck are you sitting there? Get moving!

We have to get these motherfuckers!

- It's not coming up. - Come on, look everywhere.

This fucking number has to come up.

Look everywhere!

Inspector, look.

My son's a soccer player.

Look at this.

He's a good kid, it's the association's money.

Talk to him.

Mr Marino, where's your son?

Take him in there.

- I didn't do anything. - Keep walking, dickhead.

- What are you doing? - I want to kill him.

You're not killing anyone! Guys, stay cool.

I'm Ieaving, tell Cassarà.

- Giacalone, calm down. - Yes, sir.

You piece of shit, we'll have a nice chat.

Who instigated the murder?

Who killed Montana?

Who gave you that money?

You'll die in here!

- Ninuzzo! - Dad!

What are you doing here? Does your mother know?

Sure... well really, I didn't tell her.

Right:

Let me give you a hug.

Darn you.

Antonio?

It's Biagio, Antonio's here with me.

- How is he? - Fine, don't worry.

He's just starving.

- What happened? - We argued.

He got mad at me.

He says we left you by yourself.

He wants to stay with you.

Why don't you come here,

we'll talk to him together.

He can't treat me like this.

I did it for him.

I know, but calm down.

Everything's alright.

Take a flight,

come down tomorrow.

- What do you say? - I don't know.

Okay.

I'll come tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

Bye, Teresa.

I'm glad you came.

Really, I'm very pleased,

but you mustn't treat her like this.

She's right, it's best you stay in Rome.

It's dangerous here.

- Tell her I'm not coming back. - Settle down!

What?

What? When did it happen?

What happened?

Ninni, what are you doing here at this time of night?

Well?

Marino died during the questioning.

What, he's dead?

The guys lost their heads.

They liked Montana so much.

Marino was suddenly dead,

they got scared and did a lot of idiotic things.

It can't be, this is tragic.

I just can't abandon them, they're my men,

I wasn't there,

but it's my responsibility.

Then tell the whole truth right away.

AII our work is at stake.

And anyway...

we're not like them.

MURDERED IN HEADQUARTERS

I'm sorry, I'm not a good father.

Don't take after me, take after your mother.

When you get a bad start it's hard not to end up bad.

Listen.

If you want, you can finish school here,

but do university somewhere else,

up north, wherever you want.

Don't get taken by my obsession,

I ruined your mother's life and yours.

What are you talking about? What are you saying?

Don't you see I could have killed Marino?

You didn't, you left.

That's true, but I didn't stop it either.

Stop it, enough of these things, I don't want to hear anymore.

We're a family, now we're here together,

no more arguing.

Come here.

"Beaten to death

at Headquarters,

young Salvatore Marino

died after questioning.

The magistracy opens an investigation

on the grave incident."

Do you like to read?

Who, me?

AII I need to read is "Bar, Tobacco Store, Bakery"

and it hurts my eyes.

When I was a kid, reading a book seemed harder than killing.

Same for me, when I was a kid.

That's a lie.

When you were a kid, reading was easier than killing,

it just took will power.

The truth is, you like killing,

for you, it's not a job, it's nature.

AUGUST 6, 1985

Help!

Falcone says he'II find you something better to do.

- And you, what'II he find for you? - What can I do?

I'm just an old shoe by now.

Montana is dead, Cassarà too.

I'm custodian of a cemetery.

And this?

Nothing.

It keeps me company.

It's a thread I pull sometimes to see where it takes me.

- We'll go out for a bite later? - Sure.

I'm happy you came back.

I know.

These things always in the way.

What is it?

Can't even be edgy around here?

The judges are Iocked in Asinara worse than inmates,

they're writing life sentences and I have to relax.

- What are you going to do? - Who wants to know?

You, or Binnu, or your brother Luchino?

- Is it for them you're asking? - No, for me, because I'm worried.

A man's fate is tough, you have to take on everything.

Women demand and demand...

You got everything I promised, huh?

Say it, before your children.

Yes, I got everything,

but we mustn't lose it.

- What are you going to do? - Wait.

Go play-

Tell Binnu and Luchino

the Iawyers are paid to prove

that the "maxi" is a structure erected on rats' words.

We'll see what they can do.

Besides there's always a way to fix trials.

What is it? Play!

Here.

- That's more like it. - Here's some coffee.

- Thank you. - How's it going?

We're almost done.

The warrant's ready, they'll release us tomorrow.

Know how many pages it is? 8,067.

We're sending 500 men of honor to trial.

Are you crazy? It'll take a year to read it all.

It was the work we had to do and we did it well.

- They've sent you the bill. - For what?

The State says you have to pay.

Asinara is considered a 5-star hotel on the sea.

So what? We've other things on our minds.

Paolo, shouldn't you...

- shouldn't I? - Shouldn't you...

Of course, I'll go pay the bill.

- Can we set the date? - What date?

- The date for the wedding. - Really?

Do I look like I'm joking?

We get married, but on one condition,

it's just you, me and the witnesses.

- And the escort. - No, not even the escort.

My mother?

And your mother.

Mom is young, but you're old.

I'm older than Mom.

You're just a kid here, come and see.

Wait, I'm Iooking for the radio news.

The air's thick in Palermo

on the eve of the maxi trial against Sicilian Mafia bosses.

For the first time, bosses of Cosa Nostra and their hitmen

are sitting in a courtroom.

There are 474 defendants involved

in this historic event for Palermo and for Sicily.

The charges against them

include the crimes of criminal association,

120 murders, drug trafficking,

extortion and the new crime of Mafia association.

There's never been such a great number of Mafia

brought to trial.

But of the 474 defendants being tried,

119 will be tried "in absentia", since they are fugitives.

Among these is Salvatore Riina and Bernardo Provenzano.

Mr Liggio, what can you say about this maxi trial?

Maxi trial!

It's a farce, they talk and talk but say nothing.

We're Iocked up like animals.

We look like caged animals.

The Carabinieri won't let us look towards the courtroom.

We can't even smoke.

Is this democracy?

Take your pictures!

- That would be a boss? - Hold your tongue.

It's important he doesn't talk.

If he does, to show he counts more than two bits,

he's Iiable to talk crap.

What do we do?

We let him do his show.

He wants that cigar in his mouth, playing the big boss?

Okay, but if he talks out of turn,

we let him know we'll make him eat his tongue.

Look who's there, the rat, Schirò!

I'm talking to you!

Scared?

I've seen worse times.

Then let's go.

They say I'm a rat,

they think I'm without honor,

but I'm the only real man of honor left.

You can tell that to the reporters.

You should be behind bars like the others.

You caused the death of many kids, and got rich on drugs.

What you do today will redeem your future, not your past.

Why are you saying this to me?

- I need your support. - You have it today.

You're doing a complicated thing,

defending your honor by Iosing it,

you're no Ionger a man of honor.

Today you're just a man.

And that's more difficult.

Good luck.

Silence!

Your Honor, I ask to speak.

Your Honor, I ask to speak.

Silence.

Go ahead.

I know Buscetta well,

we worked together in 1970,

we'd been asked to talk to Prince Borghese

to mediate the entry of Cosa Nostra in the coup.

Did Buscetta tell you that?

Your Honor, he didn't tell you?

Buscetta is a rat, he doesn't tell the whole truth.

You're not telling us anything new, it's all in the record.

Sit down and let's go on.

Let Lucianeddu know he must never speak again.

My name's Tommaso Buscetta and I'm a man of honor...

Schirò, satisfied?

It's a nice show.

Come and watch when I can, like theater.

Let me hear your "but".

There's no "but".

Did you see Liggio?

He doesn't realize he's a puppet, controlled from a distance

and Riina and Provenzano are still in hiding.

It's a long job and you have to help me.

I'm at your side, until we get them.

Good bye.

Paolo, let's go.

Hello, can I help you?

Have you ever seen toys like this?

They're tin toys from the 1940s, 1950s.

Have you sold any recently?

I don't remember, I don't think so.

Are you sure? Try to remember better.

I couldn't swear to it, but I don't think so.

Good day.

This is Mazzarella, at the toy shop.

You once told me he was a gnat,

now he seems worse than a tsetse fly.

He went busting balls at the toy shop.

Are you Iistening?

Sure, you're talking about Biagio, the toys, the tsetse fly...

How's he look now?

Has he put on weight?

Is his neck drooping?

I'm not informed on these aspects,

but I'll have his picture taken for you.

No need, I want to see him.

Bring him here.

I'd like to make a statement, before you adjourn.

I'd like to offer my good wishes.

I wish peace to you, Your Honor,

I wish peace to all of you.

Because peace is tranquility and serenity

of the spirit and of consciences.

For the task you're facing, forgive me, Your Honor,

serenity is fundamental for making judgment.

These are not my words, but Our Lord's.

He advised Moses: "When you must judge,

may there be great serenity, which is fundamental."

I renew my wish to you.

May this peace accompany you for the rest of your life,

beyond this occasion,

both for you and your family.

I thank you.

Wait!

- Remember us? - We always had to hide.

- Look at Ninuzzo! - She's pretty.

- How was the school trip? - Five wonderful days.

And a girlfriend!

- She's just a friend. - She's just a friend...

Let's go, the car's there.

I'll be right along.

- Where is he? - That's the car.

Halt, police.

Stay down.

Now what? Totò wants him alive.

He'll kill us!

Stay inside!

Get back on the bus!

Don't get off!

Go get him.

Don't move.

Don't move.

Help!

In the name of the Italian people,

the 1st Court of Assizes, of Palermo,

in the order of the crimes attributed to the defendants,

thus decrees:

Greco Michele, life sentence.

Montalto Salvatore, life sentence.

Provenzano Bernardo, life sentence.

Riina Salvatore, life sentence.

Madonia Francesco, life sentence.

Liggio Luciano, life sentence.

Santapaola Benedetto, life sentence.

Marchese Antonino, life sentence.

Marchese Giuseppe, life sentence...

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