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Are you not ready yet?
We are incredibly late!

- Dad? - What?
- The tie! - For you?

You're not a man, yet, are you?
What's this?

The bobby pin?

You're not gonna let Giovannino go
out with the bobby pin, are you?

- It's because his hair hangs
on his eyes. - Oh, really?

Did you learn the poem?
By heart?

All of it? Let's not make fools
of ourselves, okay?

ONE HUNDRED STEPS

My God, will you shut up?
My head's exploding!

Tell your sons to behave!
They shouldn't sing in the car.

Come on, shut up.
Can't you see dad is nervous?

You should pay more attention.
We're always late!

We're sorry!
We're sorry we're late!

This is the present
for my brother in law!

I want to thank uncle Cesare
for this beautiful party.

I'm very happy to be here with
my Sicilian friends and relatives.

I don't speak very well,
I'm sorry.

My passport, American,
but my heart is Sicilian!

Uncle Cesare!

Anthony, my dear Tonuzzo,
you're so handsome and strong,

and you look so American,

but I still remember when,
as a kid, you'd bring water

to me and your dad,
over there, in the vineyard,

peasants
sweating for their masters.

We were poor, then.
We owned nothing.

Your father had to go far away,
to look for fortune.

But today,
all these stones belong to us.

We bought them with our sweat,
we earned them one by one.

Brother in law! Why should we
talk about such sad things

in such a beautiful day as this?

If you all agree, I'd like to
drink a toast to freedom and work,

because they give us dignity.

We'll never be poor again,
never again!

Bravo!

And I want to say something
to our cousin Anthony:

we're all so happy you didn't
choose to marry an American,

but a woman from our land,
because, as the saying goes:

"Better wed over the mixen
than over the moor"!

Let's toast to Cosima,
who's so beautiful

that she'll bear many kids,
both male and female!

- One more thing.
- It's enough!

- How many things do you want
to say?! - Come on, it's enough!

- Ok, I'll shut up! - Let's
listen to your son, Peppino.

- Where are you, Peppino? You
have something to say. - The poem!

Come here, get on the chair.

Dear Anthony and dear Cosima,

my family offers you this poem

to remember our language
and our land.

- So that we don't forget
Italian! - Shut up!

I've always loved this solitary
hill, this edge as well

which takes so large a share of
the far-flung horizon from view.

But seating here contemplating
the interminable spaces beyond it

and supernatural silence
and unfathomed peace

I get lost in my thoughts
where I can hardly take fright.

And, like the wind
murmuring amongst these leaves,

my mind compares that infinite
silence with this voice.

And I think of eternity
and of past ages,

and of the current and alive,
and of its sound,

and in this immensity
my thoughts drawn,

and sweet to me is shipwrecking
in this sea.

Here we still have
some of the machines.

It's stuff
from the Second World War.

Today we put oil
in stainless steel tins!

Oil into iron? Well, I still
keep it in terracotta jars.

Uncle Gasparo,
you're so old fashioned!

Were it for you,
we'd still be in the Stone Age!

Today agriculture
must use industrial systems!

What about
all the money that's needed?

So what?
We'll get it from the Region.

- They're all fuckers!
- Get wise, uncle Gasparo!

This is not a Monarchy anymore!
We're in a Republic, a Democracy!

Hey, this car is so cool!

75 horse-power: it's a lot more
powerful than the old Giulietta!

Where would all these horses be?
You can't even smell them!

The smell!

- When I turn 18, I'll get it.
- No, I'll get the Esse-Esse.

You'll never have the money!

When Uncle Cesare gets a new one,
I'll ask him to give this to me.

What for?

You can't even drive it!

Peppino!

Come here.

Careful,
or you'll smash my "stuff".

Accelerate! Let's run over
all these women!

All these oldies!

Come on!
The big-bellied Councillor!

No, let's run over Tano,
look at him!

Did you want to run over Tano?
You don't love him anymore?

Keep your hands off.

"I want to be very rich
and boast about it with everyone."

"20 buildings and 100 horses, if
I'm in danger will watch my back."

"My caiques are always with me to
kiss my ass and scratch my ears!"

- Your son is very smart.
- He took after his father!

After 5 minutes in the car,
he already knew how to drive!

He's also learned straight away
whom to run over!

Isn't that right, Tano?
You wanted to show courage, huh?

- You can't even play with a kid.
- Ammunì, come on!

- How much was the Giulietta?
- Why? Do you want it too?

Me? A Giulietta?!

They say that the La Barberas
bought a Mercedes.

- How do you know that?
- Because. Everyone does.

Do you hang around
with those damn Palermitans, now?

A Mercedes? They should still
be getting around with an ass!

With an ass!

Get close together,
I want to take a nice picture.

- No! - No!
- We don't want a picture now!

Peppino, where are you?

I want my chauffeur
right next to me. Let him pass!

Hey, make sure you get everybody,
all right?

Here we are again
in this square to denounce the...

What are you? A spinning top?
You keep on turning!

...that was carried out at the
expense of all the peasants!

- What's all this racket?
- Stefano Venuti, the painter.

- The same old rally!
- What's he complaining about?

- About the airport! - Is there
a chair in here? - Yes.

There, get it.
Peppino, will you stop?

Let's go.
Let's go act the Communists!

- What about your beard?
- Later.

Who was for this airport?

Alitalia? The Air Force?

No! Nobody wanted an airport
here, in Punta Raisi!

Just look above your heads,
and you'll understand why:

Because this mountain is too tall,
airplanes could crush against it!

The only real aim was to buy
your lands with a few grands

and then sell them
to the airport people

making at least a hundred times
as much money out of them!

But I'm not talking to them.

They don't even have the guts
to show that they're listening.

I'm talking to you.
Yes, to you.

I like your face: it's clean,
and you have lively eyes,

intelligent.

You may be thinking that building
a street, a hospital or an airport

is a good thing, something that's
gonna be useful for everybody.

But I want you to know that here
they only build to steal!

They just build to make money!

Go ahead, clap your hands, but
this is what's actually happened.

But you're not satisfied yet,
are you?

You must build another strip,
some more nice cement,

other shady deals with the Mayor,
the Region, even God Almighty!

That's what progress is about,
my dear friend,

and it's about new jobs,
houses and more tourists!

Isn't this good for Cinisi? Shall
Sicilians be cavemen for ever?

Where are all these new jobs?
You and your Mafia friends!

Where would all these Mafiosi be?

You do nothing
but talk about the Mafia!

What is the Mafia?
Where is it?

Anyway, I want you to know
that I'm against the new strip.

I even told the Mayor
that it's not a good deal.

Too much cement, too much traffic,
too much noise...

You may be against it,
dear Cesare Manzella,

but everybody else
have already set the deal up.

Who's "everybody else"?
There can be no deal without me!

Come on, hurry up, it's late!

What a moron!
Get off, go call him, move!

Come on, wake up!

Where are you?
Move this car!

Louder!
You gotta shout louder!

Where are you?
Get this car off the road!

Go look if it's unlocked.

- The keys are in here.
- Move! We're already late!

There's nobody.

...now and in the hour
of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God...

He was always glad
to help everyone.

He was so intelligent.

...full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God,
pray for us sinners,

now and in the hour of our death.
Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee,

blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,

now and in the hour of our death.
Amen.

- You're in here, all in little
pieces... - You need to rest.

You little mouth...

Would you like a sip of coffee,
from my mouth to yours?

Oh, look!
The President of the Region...

Cousin Anthony didn't make it
because he missed the flight.

...now and in the hour
of our death. Amen.

My cute little head...

...blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners, now...

Mom? The people
who killed uncle Cesare...

- Are they mad at us too?
- No. Why should they?

We did nothing wrong.

Mom, do you know who did it?

No.

What about dad?

He doesn't either.

Mom.

What does it feel like
to die that way?

Nothing.
It happens too quickly.

- Stefano Venuti? The painter?
- Yes, so what?

- How much is a portrait?
- Who am I supposed to portrait?

May I come in?

Sure.

Come in.

You are little Impastato.

Take a seat.

Sit down.

Sit there.

Do you want me to portrait him?

I'm sorry, but I can't.

Did you kill my uncle?

- What are you talking about?
- You're a Communist.

- Communists hate us! - Who took
these ideas into your head?

Who was it, then?

It was people like him.

People who want to take his place.

Is it true that you were friends?
That you were in jail together?

Yes, many years ago.
Mussolini had us jailed.

Your uncle because he was mafioso,
me, because I was a Communist.

But we were never friends.
We couldn't have been.

Is that why
you won't portrait him?

A face is like a landscape:
it can be a garden, or a wood,

or a waste land
where nothing grows.

I only paint
the landscapes I like.

So, what kind of landscape
should that be?

A river, a river in flood.
That's comrade Majakowskji.

- That is?
- It's a long story...

Tell it!

Peppino, let's go, "ammuninni".

Don't overdo it, all right?

Comrades, listen carefully,
but without reacting to a thing!

Don't do anything
off your own bat!

Bailiff!

After the ordinance for
expropriation for public utility,

in conformity with the article
no. 48, paragraphs 2 and 3...

No third strip!

...according to the declaration
of the regional government,

since the congruity of the
compensation has been ascertained,

as certified by the committee,
orders the immediate clearing up

of the lands and the buildings
pertaining to those,

by, at the very latest,
the 3rd of March at 10 o'clock,

and gives the police the task
of having this order obeyed.

Comrades, listen to me!

I want to tell you something.

Today we lost, we were defeated,
there's no denying it.

But we did show them that
we're all together, inseparable,

and that we do not fear
the police!

Comrade Venuti,
since we're here all together,

we should try to figure out what
we can learn from this defeat.

We must first recognize
our friends and our enemies.

- What d'you mean? - If the Party
promises to stand by our side,

to send the workmen from
Palermo, but no one shows up,

it means that the Party
doesn't give a shit about us!

- Where's the Party?
- Get off me!

They stole our land!

Where will my kids go?

Accusing is no use.
Let's calm down and try to reason.

- Hold on a second, may I say
something too? - Sure, go ahead!

It's so stupid that we should get
mad at one another.

We should talk
about what's happened.

Maybe this is a useless fight.

Maybe the Party betrayed us
for a few new jobs at the airport.

Who the fuck are you? How do you
dare telling us what to think?

You, son of Impastato
and nephew of Cesare Manzella!

So what?
In here we're all the same.

What are you?
A friend of the Mafia's?

Knock it off! Shut up!
This is not a pub, all right?

Impastato Giuseppe,
Impastato Giuseppe! Come on.

You scared me to death.

Who said mafioso?
Was it you?

I know your name. I know
who you are and where you live.

- Get out!
- Don't worry... - Get out!

Get out!

It was three or four of them.

They entered the pizzeria
without even saying hello

and started
calling my son a Communist,

the godson of Stefano Venuti.

Then they started yelling,
calling him names.

I told them: "How dare you?

"You know nothing about Peppino."

- "Peppino has studied!"
- Your son is all right.

He's very impulsive, a bit rash.

- He always says what he thinks.
- But I told them.

"Don't you dare
saying bad things about my son."

"I'm the only one
who can teach him manners."

But I want to tell you something,
Felicia:

if he's really got to do with
the Communists, I'll kill him.

- What are you talking about?
- I mean it, I'll break his bones.

- He's still young.
- I'm telling you, I'll kill him.

- Wait until he grows up a little
bit. He'll change. - I hope so.

MAFIA: A PILE OF SHIT

So, what do you think?

What do you think
you can achieve with this?

It's not about the Party. We just
want to borrow your copy machine.

This is just a childish
and conceited provocation!

- Why, isn't it all true?
- Do you think I don't know?

We know you do. But we're sick
and tired of waiting.

- We must do something. - Right,
but this is overambition!

People would even be afraid
of buying such a paper!

I don't get you. We get a few
dozens of vote from Cinisi!

Do you really think they're enough
to allow us to speak up?

They'll be even less, if we don't.

Hey, picciriddo: you're talking
to a man who's never shut up!

Get this shit and go away.

Stefano,
why is this office empty?

Have you ever wondered why young
people don't come anymore?

"You can't do this",
and "that is adventurism",

and "the people are not ready".

A comrade can only get depressed
and feel defeated in here.

Shut up,
you are talking nonsense!

Discipline, obedience... It was
all set up in Rome, in Palermo.

When is it that we will have
the right to make decisions too?

- This will do you no good.
- Let's go, Peppino.

Stefano, that poem by Majakowskji,
you favourite one:

"Do not lock yourself up
in your rooms, oh Party."

"Be a friend
to the street people."

Can you please
turn this machine off?

- Did you print this paper?
- Yes, madam, I did.

- Do you have any left? - Yes,
I do. - May I have them, please?

- Look how beautiful it looks!
- Yes, beautiful.

When the boys arrive,

tell them this paper
can't be printed anymore, okay?

- Good-morning, madam. - Give me
that paper. - What paper?

You know it very well.

This one?
"The Socialist Idea"?

I want all the copies you have.

How much is it?

One, two, three, four, five

six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
Two thousand lira.

Thank you.

- Good-bye.
- Good-bye.

The atmosphere in the Universities
is still very tense:

many universities are still
squatted by dissenting students.

The worst incidents have
taken place in Milan and in Rome.

In the latter the students reached
the Faculty of Architecture...

What is this?!

- It's a paper. - A paper?
What about the signature?

"Giuseppe Impastato",
what does that mean?

Doesn't that asshole, Venuti,
have the guts to sign an article?

- He's got nothing to do with it.
It was my idea. - Oh, really?

Good! What is it that you wrote?
"The Mafia is a pile of shit"!

"The Mafia is a pile of shit"!

How am I even going to go out,
now?

- Nobody read it, I bought them!
- What the fuck are you saying?!

I got it. What the hell, why don't
you just finish university?

Do you want to get away from this
shitty place? I'll help you.

I can find you a job
straight away, in Palermo.

But promise me you'll
stop minding the Mafia.

Sure, as soon one names the Mafia,
everybody's at their service.

- Who is "everybody"?
- You and your friends.

You think you're sovereign,
but then Battagghi's nominated,

...and you all start shitting
your pants. - Shut up.

Have you forgotten
how they called the Badalamentis?

- "Battagghi", like the bells for
the cows. - I told you to shut up.

They were heardmen, right? Pigs,
cows, young and fresh calves.

"I greet Don Tano.
How much is the meat, today?"

"Do you have
some Communist meat?"

"I have something really special
for you, Mr Impastato: your son!"

- "How would you like me to serve
him?" - You're so unfair.

You're so insensitive.

Don't you understand that if you
talk like that they'll kill you?

And what will you do,
if they kill me?

Peppino.

Come on, get back in, now.
All right?

- Ammunì! You know what dad's
like! - No, what is he like?

He's... old fashioned,
but he's not a bad person.

Yeah, he's not bad,
he's old fashioned.

But dad's not a bad person.

- You went to school, can
you count? - What do you mean?

- You know, one, two, three,
four... - Of course I can.

- Can you walk?
- Of course I can walk!

- And can you walk and count
at the same time? - I guess so.

Okay, then count and walk.

One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

- Where are we going?
- Come on, walk and count!

...ninety-seven, ninety-eight,
ninety-nine, one hundred.

- Do you know who lives here?
- Calm down, let's go. - Tano!

- Don't scream! - He lives a
hundred steps away from our place.

We all live in the same street,
go to the same bar,

we end up looking all alike!

"Let's greet Tano!" "Nice to see
you, Peppino, and you, Giovanni."

But they are
the masters of Cinici.

And my father, Luigi Impastato,
kisses his ass like anyone else!

He's not old fashioned,
he's just another mafioso!

- He's our father.
- My father! My family!

My town! Screw everything!

I want to write that the Mafia
is a pile of shit.

I want to yell
that my father is an arse-licker!

We must rebel
before it's too late,

before we get used to their faces,
before we go completely blind!

"The characters and facts here
described are fictitious,

but the social and environmental
reality they derive from is real."

"THE END"

I'd like to begin
talking about the caption

that closes the movie by Rosi,
"The Hands on the City".

It says:
"The characters are fictitious,

but the social and environmental
reality they derive from is real."

Let's try to be serious. We have
the whole night to have fun.

I'm sorry, Peppino,
I was just rehearsing.

Being a work of art, a movie can't
show reality as it actually is.

It re-invents reality looking at
it from different points of view,

thus giving it
a particular meaning.

We may begin our discussion now.

- Comrades of the Club "Music and
Culture"...- You said it right!

"Music and Culture":
first music, and then culture.

Comrades, you've interrupted us!
Let's rock'n'roll!

Peppino!
Peppino!

Come, dance!
Come on, let's dance!

- I gotta talk to you.
- Later. Let's dance, now.

- No! I've got something to tell
you! - Now? - Yes, ammuninni.

- What is it?
- Something very important.

- What is it?
Did you break the film? - No!

- You make me worry.
- Did I scare you?

- What's happened?
- Nothing!

I just want
to introduce you to somebody.

Felicia,
this is my brother Giuseppe.

- What's her name again?
- Felicia. Felicetta.

Like mom?

- Like this? - No! Like this,
I'll take it from here.

- Not at eleven!
- Do you mind if I focus?

If you don't open it all up,
you won't see a thing!

Who are you? Cartier Bresson?

Okay, you take it, all right?
Did you put the filter?

It's not a cigarette!
We're not smoking it!

I mean, the objective,
do you wanna change it?

There's nothing to change!
You're messing me up!

This is good.

- Salvo, are you objective?
- Yes, I am objective.

Well, then,
take a picture at this dick!

- Did I offend you?
- No.

Well, then develop it!

You know what I think? This
airport isn't that bad, after all.

- What are saying? - Well,
if you look at it from here...

If you look at it from above, it
seems that nature still dominates.

But it's not true.

You can find a logic for anything
once it's done, once it exists.

Think of those houses with windows
in aluminium and no plaster.

- Are you listening?
- Yes!

People go live in them. They put
curtains, geraniums, a television,

and, after a while, it's as if
everything had always been there.

Nobody remembers
what it looked like before.

- It takes so very little to
destroy beauty. - Well, so what?

So what? Instead of matters
of politics and social class,

and all that bullshit,

someone should remind people
what beauty is.

- Teach them how to recognize
and preserve it. - Beauty?

Sure. Beauty is very important.
Everything else comes from it.

What is it? Did you fall in love,
like your brother?

- Is it a family epidemy?
- Think of Giovanni and Felicetta.

They're so young,
but they're in love.

They don't even know
how big the world is.

- You talk like my grandma. - It's
just that Giovanni's so simple.

He meets this girl and introduces
her straight away to my mother,

to all his friends, even my father
has a soft spot for her.

- I don't see anything wrong
in it. - I envy their simplicity.

I could never be like that.

As soon as you meet the right
girl, you'll be just as simple.

I don't know. Could be.

Listen, ladies and gentlemen.

Rush, ladies and gentlemen!

We'll begin
with a very simple question.

- What's the shortest distance
between two dots? - A line!

A straight line?
Maybe in Stockholm, or in Milan,

or even in Siracusa.

But here, the shortest distance
between two dots is three curves!

One, two and three!

They are absolutely beautiful and
shapy curves, really incredible!

Do you have a clue of how this
geometrical miracle took place?

- They sure do! - You're always
so full of malice!

But the mean Mayor,

preferred a highway
that would turn and whirl.

He had good reasons, though:
the drivers would have more fun,

and they wouldn't risk
to fall asleep while driving!

- Mayor, am I right or what?
- Stop it, go to work.

Am I right or what?
What do you think?

The thing is that this garden
belongs to some friends!

Friends of friends'
of friends' of friends'.

This, for instance, is MP Pantofo,
beautiful-belly man!

And this is Don Cesare Manzella,
bless him,

who made a great show
exploding with his car.

And this one here is my father,
Don Luigi Impastato.

This is Don Saro, cousin to a
very, very important man... Tano!

Sitting Tano, excellent Governor
of the colony of Cinisi!

- Impastato.
- Here I am.

- Now you will all clear out!
- No, we won't!

I said, take all this stuff
away from here and go home!

Our Constitution
gives us freedom of speech...

Then show me the authorization
to occupy a public area!

- It's a re-occupation of a public
area! - What're you saying?

Do you think you're the only one
who's pissed off?

Go away!
Now!

- Barbablù, are you sure
it works? - Of course it does!

The last time they broadcast us
was a couple of days ago.

- It seems war stuff! - What?
This is cool stuff, okay?

- What about this plate?
Does it work? - Yes!

It's a Technics M51: it's a
unique, very rare piece.

- We only need to buy a head.
- Brigan Tony, Santo and Johnny,

"II Guardiano del Faro"...Did
they use it for "Canzonissima"?

They're very old records.
What do you care, anyway?

- We need it to make a radio
station. - Palermo and county.

Yeah, right, and the Aeolian
Islands! This stuff's too old!

Nowadays all you need
is a recorder and an antenna.

I just want to be heard in Cinisi.

They will... when it's windy!

Yes! When it's windy,
or sunny, or rainy.

When they won't let me do a
rally, when they seize my stuff...

They can't seize air!

- That's not the way to do it!
- You've pissed me off, now!

- On your right!
- No! The other way!

What're you doing? If you don't
keep from the rain, it'll break!

It never rains in Sicily:
do we have to do it tonight?

- We gotta broadcast tomorrow!
Turn the mic on! - I'm soaked!

A wet dog, is a lucky dog...
Come on!

- Why don't you hold this,
try to be helpful! - No, I can't.

- Shit! There it is!
- Careful!

This is the Mayor's dog.
We're here to interview the dog,

...hoping that he can give us
news about his robber. - Robber?

No, I'm sorry,
"master", that's what I meant.

Okay, let's ask him a question:
what do you have to say about it?

Woof, woof, woof!

Well, well. We have an
interpreter for Doglish,

Dr. "Turu-Tard,
my cookie's very hard"!

The Mayor's dog is telling us
to mind our fucking business.

Why should we? Don't they mind
ours, in the Mafia Hall?

- You mean the Town Hall? - Yes:
the Mafia Hall in Mafia City.

Let's now listen to the national
anthem of Mafia City!

Now it's the Mayor's turn.

"Dear colleagues,
today we are here to approve

of a little unauthorized building
right opposite the airport."

- How tall will it be? - I don't
know! Four, five, six floors!

- It'll be a skyscraper, like
those in Chicago! - Too much!

- Airplanes need room!
- I don't give a shit!

They'll pass by somewhere else, or
we can build them a nice tunnel!

- Hey, Luigi.
- Cousin! - Hi.

- Tano would like to get you
a coffee. - Where? Here?

No, at his place.
Now.

- Please, be honest:
is something wrong? - No.

Watch out!
Who's there, in the square?

Who's that guy
in front of the Mafia Hall?

He's the Great Chief of Mafia
City, Sitting Tano! Ugh!

- He's got his personal project
too! - Of course!

A holiday village with bungalows,
and, above all, squaws!

- Squaw? - Females, whores,
hookers, many, many hookers!

But, above all, a lot of...

- Are you all right, Peppino?
- I mean...

- Do you have a cold?
- O-ain...

- O-ain...? - O-ain, cocaine,
the very best you can find...

- And, above all, "friends"...
- What's this "friends"?

A whole bunch of friends
coming over from the States

to bring "many dollars"
for Don Tano!

But what's important is that
they'll build the holiday village.

They'll build it by the sea,
on the peasants' lands,

with the money of
the South Development Fund!

- Assholes! Six billions!
- Six billions!

6 billions, all in Tano's pockets,
because Tano is King of Cinisi!

Sitting Tano, Great Chief
of Mafia City, subscribes!

"...those, with the long arms,
sometimes as long as 2 leagues!"

"Mind me, said Sancho, those are
not giants, they are windmills."

- "And what look like arms,
are wind vanes." - Luigi...

"The windmill
couldn't work without them."

- "It's plane, Quixote said..."
- Peppino, come, we need to talk.

I listened to the radio.
It was very nice, really.

- You said very smart... things!
- Are you crazy? - It's nothing.

It's nothing.

In church...

when you were still a child...

at the religion lectures...

what's the commandment
they thought you?

Honour thy father.

They told you:
"Honour thy father".

Do you honour your father?

Tell me...

do you honour your father?

Honour thy father.

Say it.

Honour thy father.

Say it!

Honour thy father!

Come on, say it!
Honour thy father!

- Honour thy father!
- Stop! Stop! Stop!

Who is it?

- Did I wake you?
- No, I wasn't sleeping.

- Don't put it on the bed, it's
dirty. - Don't worry about it.

"Ombre Rosse",
"Quaderni Piacentini"...

- What about Pasolini?
- I found this one too.

You're so skinny. You should eat
instead of reading!

"It is not May, this impure air
and the dark foreign garden

...get even darker."
- Quiet, they can hear you!

I'll read another one!

Quietly.

"It's hard to say
with a son's words

what at heart
isn't like me at all."

"You're the only one who knows
what's always been in my heart..."

..."before any other love..."
- These words are beautiful.

- You can say them too.
- No I can't!

- Come on, just try!
- No way! - Come on, here, read.

Try!

"...That's why I have to tell you
what's horrible to get to know:

my anguish
comes from your grace."

You are irreplaceable.

That's why the life you gave me
is doomed to Ioneliness."

"I don't want to be Ionely."

"I'm immensely hungry for love,
love of bodies with no soul."

"Because the soul's in you,
it is you."

"But you are my mother,

and to me your love is slavery."

"The teams are not back yet.
Turin is winning."

"The goals were scored by Sala
and Graziani. And now Naples."

"Here, the second half of the
match has begun 2 minutes ago."

Picciotti! You look like
you've never seen a girl before!

Today I'd like to talk about
a very important matter:

the always augmenting use of
drugs, both heavy and light.

What allows us to distinguish
between light and heavy drugs,

when they imply
no physical addiction?

...but revolution will never take
place if women will be summoned

to fight for a proletariat that
hasn't thought of their needs.

Women will be able
to change their condition

when they realize that they are
being take advantage of...

- Hi, may I?
- Sure, come in.

Hi.

I'm Theresa.
Who is Peppino Impastato?

It's me!

Oh, oh, oh, keep the right!
Italy, no England!

Oh, I always forget!

Oh, Peppino, Peppino, isn't it
great that we should meet?

- I had a feeling that we would
meet, sooner or later. - Really?

- Sure, I know all about you guys,
and Radio Aut. - I'm glad.

Your only limit is that you only
touch on local matters.

A lot of politics...
But it's not lively enough...

But, I mean, these are just
trifles, you guys are good.

- Peppino, we'll do great things
together. - What d'you mean?

Our commune can do a lot for
something like "Radio Aut".

- Speak louder, I can't hear you!
- We could be useful to you.

- How? - I don't know... We could
help you become less provincial.

Midway,
upon the journey of our life,

I found myself in a forest dark,

for the straightforward pathway
had been lost.

Ah, how hard a thing was
that dick savage, rough and stern,

towering right in the middle
of the glade!

It is Cinisi, a disgraced place,
for all those who inhabit it

are broken, ugly
and their ass is staved in.

"Why, said I,
is this place inhuman?"

"Because for 30 years

everybody have been voting
the Christian Democrats."

We arrived
at the heart of Mafia City...

...where stood those
whose breath stinks

for all the asses they've licked.

My Teacher told me: "Turn around,
what are you doing?"

"Look, the Vice-Mayor is awake,
you'll see him from the belt up."

Thou, Vice-Mayor of Mafiacity,
what are you doing here?

"Leave me alone, he sadly said,
I am doomed to have the typhus,

"I tried to move the Sports Ground
and now they tell me: it sucks!"

Don Peppino Percialino,

maker of swindles and mountains,
was there as well,

and he was sniffing some cocaine.

Yes, he was indeed, some cocaine
straight through the nose,

oh, no, wait, maybe he was
pissing, no, shitting,

I can't tell if he was groaning
or shooting, but he yelled:

"I'm still a gentleman, friend
of my friends' and of Pantofo's

and I'm guiding a confraternity:
Ecce Homo,

and now in my ass
is an artichoke."

"Ouch! Its thorns prick my ass!"

But to redeem themselves from
sins, now everybody prays.

Go ahead, pray, Don Tano.
Don Sitting Tano's faith is great.

Who knows? Maybe even now
he's praying to repent

of all the sins he has committed
throughout his life,

and we will forgive him.

We forgive him and all the people
from Mafia City,

Don Tano,
we forgive you!

Felicia,

do you know that the Communists
have introduced divorce in Italy?

- Why are you telling her?
- Why?

She can finally divorce me
and marry her son Peppino.

Ammunì, dad, leave Peppino alone.

Do we count anything at all here?

"Who's the guy passing by? It's
Peppino Impastato, the King!"

- Where are you going?
- These matters don't concern me.

No, no, sit down.
I want you all to listen to this.

I'm fed up.
I'm leaving.

- And where would you be going?
- I'm not gonna tell you.

- Oh, really? And how long will
be gone for? - I don't know.

A day, a month, a year,
who really cares, anyway?

- Why are you leaving? - Because
if things won't settle here,

I swear that I'll just
sell everything and leave.

- And I'm not coming back,
ever again. - Right!

- And who's supposed to take care
of your family? - You!

Teach your children manners.
Teach them!

Teach your children manners!

Then...

As soon as I get there...

I'll get a cab... Of course,
I'll have to get a cab.

I just hope
it won't be a black guy...

I hope it's an Italian...

Who's gonna take me there?

Oh, Jacù, Jacù, look!

There's the guy
who sells the rice pancakes!

Hey, Jacù, get me two pieces!

- They're very warm.
- Just what we needed. Thank you.

Fifty dollars! Fifty!
Fifty dollars!

Luigi, you should have your son
come here.

If he likes the radio,
we'll find him a job in a radio.

It's full of radio stations
broadcasting Italian music, here.

Does he like journalism? Many
of our friends are journalists.

But then he should come
and live in America!

At least he'd stop hanging around
with those people.

There are no Communists here,
am I not right, Cosima?

Luigi, don't worry. I remember
Peppino when he was still a child

and read those poems out loud.
He was an all right picciriddo.

Uncle Cesare used to say that
he was the best of the family.

- Get the present.
- Matilda, please!

I got something for Tano.

Get the packet in my bedroom.

As you get beck to Cinisi, bring
this gift to Tano and tell him:

"This is from my cousin Anthony,
from the States".

He'll understand.

Here.

Thank you.

Luigi, don't worry. There are
no bad people in Cinisi.

Peppino will be all right.

Plus, keep in mind that Tano
is a man you can reason with.

Everything's has been all right
since he's been Mayor.

I just wish there were more people
around like him.

I'll tell you something:

before even touching Peppino,
they'll have to kill me.

Kill?
What are you saying?

You guys will talk it over.
We're not animals, are we?

Prejudices and repression of needs
are what the power is based on.

Sexual taboo is the weapon
the bourgeois employs on kids

to keep them
entangled in its schemes.

What the bourgeoisie can't accept
is the overcoming of the schemes,

this would be the real revolution.

We're using Radio Aut
to launch our proposal:

the liberation of the body.

On the 15th of August we will
all be naked on Cinisi's beach.

This way we'll symbolically show
that we're willing to fight

to regain our spaces, including
our own body and our eroticism.

And since we're not moralists,
we'll name this operation:

wild buttocks!

Please, step back!

Lady, please, come here, it's
dangerous to stand over there!

Please, if somebody dies falling
down, we'll even have to pay!

Come on, step back, everybody!

Impastato!
Impastato?

Have seen your friends?

- Why don't you do that too?
- So that you can arrest me?

Ah, you're so serious! I was
ordered to leave them alone.

After all,
they're not hurting anybody.

- To be honest, I don't mind these
"wild buttocks" at all! - Good.

Then why don't you
take off your pants too?

Do you think you're funny?
Give me your documents.

I have no driving licence.

Go away!

- Were they really naked?
- Yes, totally!

Your problem
is that you've never read Marcuse:

you can't understand!

Why didn't you go
and show your wild buttocks?

- What are you saying?!
- You are such Pharisees!

Peppino, you gotta go:
your father's here.

They're usually on time,
it's strange...

- Don't worry, I'll take care
of it. - Luigi!

- What a pleasant surprise! When
did you get back? - Just now.

I wanted to say hello.
They told me you were up here.

One needs to check personally
one's own business.

As they say: "The master's eye
maketh the horse fat".

If I don't check them out, my men
will make a horrible cheese.

- May I say hello to my cousin?
- You sure may! - Welcome back!

- I'm glad you're back.
- How are you, Tano?

Let's not talk about me. You're
the one who was in America.

- Tell me about it! - Tell you
about America? - Are you joking?

You're famous over there,
everybody loves you.

Yeah, I know, thanks God
Tano is loved by everybody.

Actually, I even have a present
for you. It's from Anthony.

- Remember him? Peppuccio's son?
- Of course I do.

A tie?
A tie!

Tano the heardman with a tie!
I am a country man.

Anthony wears it because he hangs
around with important people.

Tell me something, Luigi.
If I give this tie to Paolino,

is your American cousin
going to be offended?

Well, you know, it's a gift.

Tell me something:
is everything okay at your place?

- Have you seen your son yet?
- Peppino?

Didn't you know I threw him out?

- While you were in America,
Peppino went back home. - What?

No big deal, she's a woman.

After all, she's his mother!
Luigi...

I really don't want you to go home
and get mad at your wife.

- You must promise. - No, I swear
that I'm sending him to America.

- I spoke to my cousin. He'll go
to America. - Don't worry.

They've calmed down. They have
changed subjects. Now they sing:

"Let's go to the beach
and show our white buttocks!"

- Come on, Peppino! - Are you
crazy or what? - Come on!

Open up, it's us!

Your friend Peppino
is acting like a Fascist.

Hey, pretty hair, what the heck
do you know about Peppino?

All I know is that he's a fucking
Stalinist, just like all of you.

- Really? Well, fuck off! - Do
you think you can do whatever?

Fucking Stalinists! Stalinists,
pieces of shit! Shame on you!

If you've been listening to us,

you must have noticed that many
things have changed.

We talk about
various matters, now.

Through Radio Aut
we've tried to spread a code

based on a libertarian behaviour.

We're fascinated with the idea of
"re-possessing our body".

Who doesn't believe that we should
live our sexuality freely?

We love our comrades from Milan,
from Bologna, or even from India.

The German and English girls
are beautiful.

They make you want to quit the
whole thing and leave with them.

But this is neither Paris, nor
Berkeley, no Woodstock, nor White.

This is Cinisi, this is Sicily.

They're just waiting
for us to give up

and start again leading
our old silent lives.

The reason why I squatted in the
radio was to get your attention.

But I can't do this by myself:
we must all go back to informing,

and telling the truth. We must be
truthful also about our limits.

Enough of this serious stuff.
Let's listen to some music.

I want to thank all those who've
been patient enough to listen.

Peppino.

- Ah, it's you.
- Who did you think it was?

- I thought that maybe...
- What? - Never mind.

- Tell me.
- I've listened to you.

You know, I agree
with most of what you said.

But you can't just
do it all your way.

You can't just squat in the
radio... It's not yours.

Sometimes, if you want people
to hear you, you must scream.

It's not true. If you do, people
will think you're sad and worried.

They won't listen,
they won't hear you.

How was your trip to America?

It was long...

but it was good.

Are the American cousins
all right?

They're very well.

Actually, my cousin Anthony...

He told me that, if you want,
you can go and work over there.

With your radio, and everything.

The radio?

- Your radio station, that's what
he said. - To America? - Yes.

Do you want a ride?

You know I like walking.

I'll go for a walk,
I'll go on foot.

Good-night, then, dad.

Good-night.

"What's America like?"
"It's beautiful."

"How are your cousins doing?"
"Ah, very well."

What the fuck! Why doesn't
anyone ask me how I am doing?

Ask me! Come on, ask me!
"What did you go to America for?"

"Do you want a ride?"
Yes.

Right, and where's this ride
supposed to take me?

Will you tell me something?
Not at all!

But... when you were a kid
you did talk to your dad.

Do you remember the poem?

"Sweet..." How did it go?
"Shipwrecking..."

But now...
Don't worry about me.

I'll manage.
I'll find a ride.

I sure will.

Luigi Impastato
has no problem finding a ride.

Please, will you give me a ride?

The family grieves for the
premature death of the beloved.

...thy will be done on earth
as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive
those who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil. Amen.

Excuse me. Good morning.

You cannot treat them this way!

You must be respectful towards
your father and his friends.

You can't mess around
in front of everybody!

I'm sorry, I don't understand
English, I don't remember it.

- Let's speak Italian, then!
- Anthony.

- Peppino, excuse me.
- What is it?

You shouldn't do that,
you shouldn't offend them.

- I don't want to see them! - You
get your family into trouble.

Now that your father's gone,
there's no one to protect you.

What are you talking about?

Why do you think they've never
hurt you? 'Cause they're afraid?

Now you must really be careful!

- What are those?
- Just dad's papers.

Actually, these are my magazines.

You know he liked
to keep everything.

But, I mean my articles,
my flyers...

Do you remember this?

"The Mafia is a pile of shit!"
"The Mafia is a pile of shit!"

I can't believe it,
he really kept everything.

- Will you read this?
- You can't read anymore?

No, ageing made me blind.
Will you read it?

"I want to give up
both politics and life."

- Did you write this?
- Yeah, a few years ago.

Who knows
what I was thinking about!

Maybe you should have given up
politics for real.

What?

Do you have fun provoking people?

Do you have fun getting
other people into trouble?

What the fuck are you saying?

It was our father's funeral.

You just had to turn
even that into a rally,

you had to challenge them
even there?

Do you want to act the hero?
The martyr?

Saint Rosalie! So that we can
walk you in procession too?

- Hey, you're going too far!
- Do you think of other people?

Of what they feel? Do you think
they like watching you

as you dig your own grave?

And while you act the hero,
do you think of those

who have to bust their ass
in your place?

"Giovanni, do this!
Giovanni, do that!"

"Giovanni, help your father.
Giovanni, cheer up your mother."

Do you think it was easy,
that I had fun?

- You're right, but calm down now.
- Anybody can act the hero!

- Tano is a mafioso!
- What the fuck are you doing?

I can act the hero too!

I can do it too!
I can do it too!

Mom should sleep somewhere else
for a few days.

Maybe at aunt's.

We should take care dad's stuff,
it'd be too painful for her.

We'll talk about it tomorrow.

- It's closed!
- Mourning!

For the premature death
of the beloved,

...his sons and his wife
grieve... - Knock it off!

I know you're mourning.
But I'd like a coffee.

Well, I guess I'll make it myself.

One should be able to do
anything, even coffee.

I can make a coffee no problem.
I can do anything.

If you only knew how many times
in my life I found myself alone.

Today...

I was to go to the cemetery...

to honour a friend of mine
who's not with us anymore.

Instead, I decided to go to the
country to think. I thought:

"Why is it that Tano cannot honour
his friend Impastato?"

But, above all, I tried to figure
out why they don't want Tano

to attend the funeral of his
friend Impastato.

Why?

Maybe because of this thing
I have in my pocket:

"Sitting Tano, paleface, expert
in shotguns and heroin smuggling."

That's why they don't want him.

How can he possibly
honour his friend

if this is
what they think of him?

"Sitting Tano, paleface, expert
in shotguns and heroin smuggling."

That's why I wonder:

does Tano smuggle all the drugs
passing by Punta Raisi?

Do all the refineries hidden
in the country of Punta Raisi

belong to Tano?

But then, this Tano is a monster.

He's the Devil, he's the epitome
of cruelty; Tano is wicked!

He's wicked.

Who says so?

But above all:
how can he say so?

Has he seen Tano doing all this?
No, he hasn't.

Has he ever seen Tano
smuggling drugs? He hasn't.

Has he seen him refining it

and bringing it to America?
He hasn't.

But he'll say
all these things anyway.

While I was in the country

I thought of my friend Luigi
and these two picciriddi.

When he came to me crying, saying:
"Tano, help me find a job."

"Tano, help me find the food."

What does Tano Badalamenti do?
He speaks to this and that,

he bothers a couple more friends
and tells them:

"You must find Luigi a job:
he's got a family."

Luigi starts working,
and earns his own money.

He buys this nice pizzeria,
and sends his sons to school,

so that they'll never have
to suffer like him.

So that they'll learn
not to submit as he did.

And all this thanks to Tano,

Sitting Tano paleface, expert
in shotguns and heroin smuggling.

Now, you offer me this coffee,

and we'll be even
for gratitude and respect.

I perfectly know that being good
only makes people hate you.

It's a natural law.

But you must not hate me anymore:
this coffee fixes everything.

If you want to keep on hating me,
Peppino, fine.

You're so petty, that you're just
a great laugh for Tano.

Your insults don't even reach me,
because you don't even exist.

You're nothing mixed with nobody.

You don't even have to worry,
because Tano will protect you.

It is only thanks to Tano that you
can keep on braying like horses...

like asses.

...dramatic, incredible news:

the President of the Christian
Democracy, MP Aldo Moro,

was kidnapped a short time ago
in Rome, by a terrorist group.

It happened
right in front of the MP's house.

A colleague is telling me that
four people died and one was hurt.

While he was kidnapped,
Moro was badly hurt too.

These are the shots... please,
can you move to the car door?

Here, they seem to have been shot
with a machine-gun.

Here, on the floor, on the right,
you can still see the cases.

Here you are!

You guys are so good! Will you
blame it on the Mafia, now?

- You guys suck!
- You deserve a death penalty!

Nothing can resist, here.

Peppino, we do resist.
Our radio does exists.

For how long, still?

- They almost lynched us in there.
- Because they're just paledicks.

They can't distinguish between
the Red Brigades and us.

But that means
there's something wrong.

It's just that it's easier for
them to lump us all together.

That way, they'll finally make us
shut up. They'll shut our mouth!

I've decided to run
at the Municipal Elections.

I believe I can count on
about 100 votes, maybe more.

Are you coming back with us?

No, I'll run
for the Proletarian Democracy.

Do you need my approval?

The people who'll vote me would
have never voted the Communists.

At least 100 votes
would have been wasted.

What if you got them?

I'll do at the city council
what I did on the radio.

I'll watch them closely, I'll
compel them to respect the law.

Once, at the office, you told me:
"All we can learn here is defeat."

We will always be defeated,
because we want to be divided,

so that we can do it all
our own way.

Open the drawer of that table.

- When did you do this?
- The first time you came here.

Citizens of Cinisi!
Don't act like these goats.

Go against the general trend!

Vote the Proletarian Democracy!

Vote Giuseppe Impastato!

Comrades of Cinisi, don't be
intimidated by the atmosphere

that the kidnapping of Moro has
imposed on the whole of Italy!

That atmosphere has made everybody
united against the Movement,

as if we were all terrorists
and murderers!

Don't get trapped.
Next Sunday you'll have to decide

whether you're with the Mafia
or against it!

There are unfortunately
no more news about Aldo Moro.

We were anxious, yesterday, since
it was supposed to be the day...

Peppino?

Why don't you get yourself a gun?

A gun?
What am I supposed to do with it?

Defend yourself. Can't you see
that everybody's gone crazy?

So, should I go crazy too? You
know I've never liked guns anyway.

Peppino, I'm scared.

Let the others do their rallies!
Why do you have to be there too?

What's all this thing
of being a candidate about?

It shouldn't be given for granted
that we agree with all he said.

Now, we'll listen to Impastato...

Are you working
for the competitors now?

During a campaign you must
let anybody interview you!

Yeah, but you don't know if
"anybody" is gonna vote for you.

"We run to denounce the bunch of
*** who have governed up to now."

Sons of a bitch!
See how the assholes...

"This town will be free only when
we won't have to call it ***,

and when Mr G*** B*** won't be
the master of our life anymore."

- What's the name of this radio?
- "Terrasini Centrale".

It's not in here...

They're even ashamed of putting
their name, them paledicks!

They live on ads,
they get money from everywhere.

I'll go get something to eat
at my mom's.

- Did you fix the plate?
- Don't worry, it'll be okay.

- I'll meet you at nine.
- Can you give me a ride? - Sure.

- I'll see you at nine, then?
- Yes, be on time.

- Hey, you guys, where's Peppino?
- Weren't you in Palermo?

Where's Peppino?
It's important.

- What did your cousin tell you?
- That I shouldn't come to Cinisi

because tonight something
was going to happen.

- To whom? - This is all he told
me: that I should stay at home.

- What should we do? - Go get
Salvo and check the alleyways

by the airport.
We'll go at Peppino's.

- Vito, what's the matter?
- Is Peppino here?

- Isn't he with you guys? - No...
but I'm sure he's on his way.

- Vito, is something wrong?
- No... it's nothing.

- Oh! If you find him... - Yes...
I'm sure he's with Salvo. Bye.

He's not here.
Let's go back, let's go back!

There they are...

Help!
Help!

- Did you check by the beach?
- We're going back there now.

No, go to Punta Raisi.
We'll go to Terrasini.

Come, Major, come, it's here.

What're those people doing there?

Move, please, move.

Nice job! So, Maresciallo,
you said you found a car?

Yes, sir, an 850
belonging to a guy I know.

- Who's this guy?
- Come with me.

This way. This is the car.
It's Impastato's.

I just think it's weird
that the car is here,

while the whole thing actually
happened there, on the railways.

Let us talk to the Maresciallo,
we must talk to him.

Here. Everything's far too plain.

See, Maresciallo? These are the
wires he used to set off the bomb.

But they should have been long
enough to get to the railways.

- They have killed our friend!
- Who are they?

This a proof!

They are friends of Impastato's.
They work at the radio.

Send them away, I don't want
to see them around here.

This stone's got blood on it!
This is where they killed him!

Maresciallo, send them away,

and if they offer resistance,
take them all to the station.

- This is where they killed him!
- Here's the proof!

- They killed him!
- They killed him here!

- Maresciallo?
- These are the proves!

Shall we solve this case,
or what?

Salvo, is it you?

- Whose is this room?
- This is my bedroom.

What's happened?

Hey, what the hell are you doing?

Here's a flyer.
It's for tomorrow's rally.

Seize books, notebooks,
magazines, everything!

This stuff belongs to me!

"I want to give up
both politics and life..."

Brigadiere! What're you doing!?
Stop!

I'm only obeying the orders!

Salvo, what're you doing here?

Salvo...

Get away, get away!

This morning Peppino
should have held

the final rally
of his electoral campaign.

There will be no rally.

Nothing
will be broadcast anymore.

Peppino left us,
he died, he committed suicide.

No, don't be surprised, because
that's what actually happened.

That's what the Carabinieri
and the Magistrate say.

They say they found
a sheet of paper saying:

"I want to give up
both politics and life".

This should prove
that he committed suicide.

So, in order to give up politics
and life, he went to the railway,

hit a stone with his head,

he scattered blood
all around the place,

he wrapped himself up in TNT,
and explodes on the railway:

suicide!

Just like Pinelli the anarchist

who jumped out the windows of
the Milan Police Headquarters,

or like Feltrinelli, the editor,
who exploded on the Enel pylons.

They all committed suicide!

This is what you'll read tomorrow
on the papers,

this is what they'll say
on television.

Actually, you'll read nothing
at all, because tomorrow

papers and television will talk
about something very important:

the finding, in Rome,
of MP Aldo Moro,

killed like a dog
by the Red Brigades.

Of course, this news will make
anything else look like a trifle.

So, who gives a shit?

Who the fuck gives a shit about
the little provincial Sicilian?

Who the hell is
this Peppino Impastato?

Now, do something:
turn off the radio,

turn your back on it; we all know
how these things work, anyway.

We all know
that nothing's going to change.

You're lucky: you are sensible,
and that's what Peppino was not.

Tomorrow there will be his
funeral: just don't go.

Let's leave him alone.

Why don't we Sicilian just admit
it once and for all:

we want the Mafia!

And it's not
that we're afraid of it.

It's that it makes us feel safe,

we identify with it,
we like it!

We are the Mafia, and you, Peppino
you were nothing but a dreamer.

You were artless, you were
a nothing mixed with a nobody!

- Felicia, cousin Schillirò
is here. - I'm here.

You have all my sympathy, Felicia.

I have a word for you from Tano:

he says he's sorry
for what's happened,

and that he's got
nothing to do with it.

What else?

That, as for the funeral...

you should stay at home, that
you should see to Giovanni, now.

Go away.

Go away!

This is not my son.

They broke him into pieces...

They broke him into pieces...

Peppino was crazy...

but he was one of us.

No, he was not one of you at all.

And I want no revenges.

Where are his friends?
His comrades...

Have they already forgotten him?

We are the ones who're here.
His family.

His family.

Anthony.

What's going on?

Peppino is alive,
and he's fighting with us!

Our ideas will never die!

Peppino is alive,
and he's fighting with us!

Our ideas will never die!

"The Mafia kills.
Silence kills too."

They have not forgotten Peppino.

Peppino Impastato was murdered
on the 9th of May, 1978.

In 1997 the Court of Palermo

asked for a committal for trial
for Gaetano Impastato

as the instigator of the homicide.

This movie was realised thanks
to Peppino's family, his friends