Original subtitles

Form up and close ranks!

Heads up.

At ease.

Attention!

You!

What's your name?

- Casella Nicola. - What?

Student Public Safety Guard,

First Battalion, Second Company of your platoon!

I'm watching you!

THE BIG DREAM

Do you want to go too?

I'm broke, besides we gotta go back to barracks.

- Who are you waiting for? - Nicola.

The guy from Apulia.

Rosa, who's your favorite actor?

Why, are you jealous?

No, just to know.

- Antonio Guidi. - Who?

The guy in "Don't Call Me Love", he's tops.

And Mastroianni too.

Coming!

Sure, Mastroianni too...

- Mastroianni... bye, Rosina. - Bye, Nicola.

I'm coming.

Open for me?

- You're going like that? - Too sporty?

Does Enrico know?

You know my boyfriend has different ideas.

One word and I'll kill you.

Autumn 1967

Thanks for so many of you coming.

We're outside Rome, having left Milan 18 days ago.

We've been welcomed warmly everywhere.

Consciences are stirring.

My boss said: "You tricked me."

"How so?" I asked.

"You're a priest, you got into my factory with deception."

"I work, I do my job."

"Since you came, my workers contest me.

This factory used to be a big happy family."

"You don't respect Union contracts, you exploit them."

"Who are you? A union leader or a priest?"

"I work, I'm a worker."

"Starting now, you clean toilets..."

Sorry.

The radio just gave an announcement.

Ernesto Che Guevara is dead.

He was ambushed by the Bolivian Army.

Cuba stands for what revolutionary struggle can attain.

The hope for a better world.

Something that's worth

risking your llfe for, sacrificing to the death

on the world's battlefields...

There's your Peace March!

It awoke consciences, we can't be indifferent.

- Your father knows about bombings. - I know.

Uncle Vincenzo was nine when he died.

Do these Communists really want peace?

I doubt it.

There weren't only Communists.

There were students, workers, Catholic associations,

a Vietnamese delegation.

The Vietnamese...

Lina, the spaghetti.

I'll drive you downtown if you like.

Pass the cheese, Andrea.

I was there too.

- Where? - In the Peace March.

What?

Oh, Lord!

Laura, set me straight.

You were there, not studying at Eleonora's?

Why didn't you tell us?

- You'd never have allowed it. - Naturally!

With all those strangers... how did you get there?

- Where did you sleep? - Meaning?

You betrayed our trust, you're a liar.

- And Viviana? - What of her?

- Who's she? - No one.

Honesty has always been highly valued in this house,

you betrayed our trust.

Go to your room.

Look what I did!

You poisoned my lunch.

Did you know?

You knew.

Andrea, who's Viviana?

A friend of Mom's who cheats on her husband.

Lina, you can serve us.

She's Father Antonio's secretary.

"La Sapienza" University of Rome

January 1968

Being prepared at university is being prepared for life.

Hello.

Let's start with something simple.

What is the unit of measure of atomic mass?

Since the unit of measure

of atomic mass can refer to... that is...

With reference to the measure of atomic mass

which results in...

Let's start from the ABCs.

What's the formula for the nuclear mass of carbon?

M...

is equal to...

To your...

Genetic inability.

- Can I return next session? - Forget the whole idea.

I work evenings.

You either attend university or you work.

Goodbye.

Our Guidoni.

So...

In an atom with multiple electrons,

which electrons does the centrifuge barrier

act upon?

On the weakest.

What?

On the weakest.

University is full of barriers

based on social differences.

Dante's Hell, verse XXVlll, 31.

"See how mutilated Mohammed is, before me walks Ali,

cleft from chin to crown, grief-stricken.

All the others you see in this place,

sowed scandal and schism when they were alive,

and thus are now cleft wide."

Cleft means cut in two,

split by the sword of the poet who is unforgiving...

Professor, what the fuck are you saying?

Will you tell me?

86.5 % of all university students

comes from affluent families,

13.5 % from those with low incomes.

Of this 13.5 %,

just 8.1 % reaches a degree...

Forget statistics,

if it weren't for your average, I'd kick you out.

Answer my question.

Know what's going on in the world? You watch TV?

You watch too much and read Dante too little.

How dare you be sarcastic about Vietnam?

How dare you be sarcastic about Napalm?

Napalm is phosphorus, synonymous with memory and intelligence.

Napalm kills children!

Comrades, it's an intolerable reply!

How can we listen to this old windbag? Go fuck off!

As of today, we stand with the Vietnamese people.

We stand with the youth who refuse the draft,

with the Blacks who struggle against Lyndon Johnson's government!

This is Dante!

Read Mao, to round-out your information at least.

Company, muster!

Silence!

What speaks down there?

It's music!

- What the fuck are you saying? - At your orders.

What can I do with you?

Clean it!

Free Vletnam!

It's started in Turin too, at Architecture.

Great, that took courage.

It just spilled out.

I got my kicks locking the professor in.

Who's in favor of a sit-in?

I'm an assistant,

I know you all, and I think you don't understand a thing.

Universities are not independent,

they're the tools of power of the capitalist system.

We can do just one thing,

we turn universities into dysfunctional spots in the system.

Assembly!

SIT-IN

This is "Paese Sera", a Leftist newspaper!

It does political propaganda.

I use it for movie schedules.

Use it to wipe your ass!

It's a Communist paper!

You jerk!

You busted my nuts, I'm reporting you.

Don't stare at me like an idiot.

To your room, I want to see your locker.

We should give 100,000 lire each, minimum...

For the Biafra children we gave fifty.

This isn't a national fund-raiser,

if we don't get it, the girl can't be operated.

- Viviana? - No, thank you.

What are you doing?

You always say you can't stand them,

they're the quintessence of middle-class hypocrisy.

Disgusting! You jerked off?

- Father, an orange juice? - Thank you.

I'll take the appetizers in.

Francesca, your friends make such a racket...

- I can't find my pills. - They're in the kitchen.

Giulio, get them for me.

Will Laura honor us with her presence?

- She wanted to study with Enrico. - That's good.

You've been smoking?

- Swear. - I swear.

Enough of that stuff, we're about to eat!

No, I'm busy.

With the sit-in?

No!

Frida.

The dog's on a diet, don't give her any food.

I'm off.

- Cut it out. - Why?

- Your mother's in there. - She won't come in.

We've been together three years, we'll be engaged in a week.

We can't go on like this.

Why don't you try to relax? You're beautiful...

What a scent...

It's so tight!

They say we want to destroy culture,

but we want to revolutionize it

starting from its foundations.

Let's apply mathematics to economy, to politics.

If two and two make four,

then do two industrialists

and two generals also make four?

Or do they make 400, 4,000 deaths in Vietnam?

What's the right answer?

We're not here asking for a better university,

but for a different society.

Comrade, come down.

Unlike the person who just spoke...

The comrade who just spoke.

I'm not used to speaking in public

and I have no political background like many of you.

But we can't lose sight of the aims of this protest.

- Who is she? - Catholic Action.

We talked about a different society.

But if we don't start with a better university, what society do we mean?

This university was conceived during Fascism for us

from the middle-class, not for the working or peasant classes.

Let's give everyone the chance to study.

Let's ask concrete things so that everyone can study.

Grants, scholarships, housing, cafeterias.

Cafeterias!

We totally agree with...

- What's your name? - Laura.

We totally agree with Comrade Laura,

but she's forgetting the real reason we're here,

we're not asking the government for concessions,

we're talking about changes in society

and the capitalist system as a whole!

You're from Torremaggiore,

your father's dead, you have seven siblings,

your uncle used his pull to get you on the Force.

Right.

Careful what you do, we keep tabs on everything.

We know you and your fellow soldiers

change at the Taormina boardinghouse,

notoriously known for renting rooms to prostitutes.

You have your fun with a young lady called Padula Rosa.

We turn a blind eye, but don't push it.

Are you reading this?

Bertolt Brecht, do you know he's Communist?

Who recommended it? A friend?

I like theater.

Camus, B�chner, Brecht...

Great playwrights,

but all foreigners,

not even one Italian.

Manzoni for example,

"The Count of Carmagnola"...

"On the right a trumpet rings out,

on the left heralds another,

on each side resounds the terrain

of horses thundering and men.

Hence a banner emerges in air,

then another advances unfurled,

there, a platoon in array, there, another advancing.

One within the other immerging!"

I like theater too.

Let me hear something.

Run! Move, you wimps!

Stand absolutely still, don't move a muscle.

"Yes, Captain sir, virtue.

But I haven't got the hang of it.

But if I had a good hat and a watch

and could talk refined,

I'd be virtuous all right.

It must be a fine thing, virtue sir.

But I'm a poor wretch."

Should I go on?

You don't give a damn about being a cop,

you want to be an actor.

Here.

Leave.

A decent command of language.

Recommend the student be used for investigation operations,

i.e. Undercover jobs.

Can I take a cigarette?

- Who sent them? - The San Lorenzo section.

- They're rice croquettes! - Thank our comrades.

- What don't we have? - Generators.

I'll handle it.

We'll have light tonight.

Libero!

Sorry I was so curt earlier.

It was an exception?

So, you have a passionate nature.

You're a clever comrade.

- Who knows if I'm a comrade. - I never miss.

We can talk about it if you like,

There's a 'happening' at Feltrinelli,

then we could go for a pizza.

If you like.

What are you signing up for?

I still don't know.

Maybe "Mass Movements in Latin America"

or "Counterculture and Information".

I'm already sure.

SEXUAL FREEDOM

I'm Isabella.

The rice croquettes!

They've been sabotaged! They've got needles!

- Who sent them? - The San Lorenzo section.

No! Who was it?

Fascists!

Get him to the infirmary!

Let's put out a press release.

The toilets?

My shift starts at 3 o'clock.

Who put you in charge?

- It's the first time. - 3 a.m. Is a long way off.

Comrade, what's your name?

Give us a hand.

"The university sit-in is the result of obtuse politics..."

The paper's running out, go get some,

at least five or six reams.

I'll go.

Everyday the press, television...

Comrade, let's start naming names.

Give me the name of a newspaper that speaks for us.

Newspaper lies are more dangerous than cop's clubs.

We have to think about an alternative press,

for now we keep up the leaflets.

What do we really want to do?

We should set up a press committee,

a single voice authorized to make statements.

Interviews should be paid 50,000 lire each.

Any volunteers for the press committee?

Here tomorrow at 9:30 a.m.

Did you want to tell me something?

Regarding...

a pizza.

You said after Feltrinelli...

A pizza!

- Want one? - Thanks.

Hurry, they're waiting at home.

This is Laura... Stefania.

We can do it tomorrow...

Whenever you like.

Can I ask something?

Got a cigarette?

Are you on the committee?

I heard you, you're good.

What's your name?

What's yours?

Nicola, a pleasure.

I've never seen you.

No, because...

I'm in Law,

off campus and behind in my studies too.

- Where are you from? - Torremaggiore, Apulia.

Land of hired hands, all Communists.

My grandfather took part in the 1948 land take-over.

He said: "The revolution is a big dream, but then you wake up..."

Then why are you here?

Not me, my grandfather said that.

Thanks for the cigarette.

What are you doing here? Go see upstairs.

- They didn't even have paper. - Couldn't wash your hands.

Guys, I know.

We're all tired, so am I.

I'll get us some coffee.

Melchiorri Lorenzo.

Palmieri Anna...

Mansueto Rino, called Stalin.

Why?

Maybe for his drooping moustache.

It's his battle name.

Zanchi Libero.

From Turin, father unknown, mother Zanchi Adele, worker, Communist.

Member of the Communist Party, began studies in Turin,

went to the Soviet Union in 1966, lives in Rome no known address.

- Who's next to you? - A girl who asked for a cigarette.

You have to exploit your advantages.

You're handsome, women are a goldmine if handled right.

In that sense!

In the group on "student counter-power"

we discussed a document.

Any decision?

- The equali... - The "equalitarianism".

The "equalitarianism" between students and professors.

Concentrate on the girl.

- What girl? - The one with the cigarette, okay!

University Sit-ln!

The effects of the bombing on the population are devastating.

Civilians are always the hardest hit, especially women and children.

Phosphorus bombs.

Shrapnel bombs.

Manhunting bombs.

Mother bombs with a hundred thousand iron offspring.

From here we'll create a different type of assembly.

- What are you doing? - Leaflets for Monday, help us.

Do you go to the shows here in Rome?

I always go to Nuovo Olimpia.

- Me too. - I've never seen you.

They're doing a series on French cinema, on the Nouvelle Vague.

I've seen it.

I really like Bellocchio, Bertolucci...

Tonight they're doing "Les Parapluies de Cherbourg".

"It is the East and Juliet is the sun.

Arise, fair sun,

and kill the envious moon who is already sick

and pale with grief.

That thou her maid

art fair,

far more fair than she."

I didn't think that you...

The poetry, the sensitivity...

It's Shakespeare.

I know.

"Romeo and Juliet."

Romeo below Juliet's balcony...

- A masterpiece. - A classic.

That guy, Libero,

are you with him?

Are you together?

You can tell me.

We're not together.

What question is that?

Wait.

Hi, Nicola.

What a nice jacket!

I'm Rosa.

She's pretty!

Have fun.

Let's go, Peppino.

The upstairs tenants.

It's a temporary arrangement,

I'm looking for something better.

Hi, Nicola.

Hi, Gina.

Comings and goings!

Goodnight.

Enrico came today.

He said he hasn't seen you for twenty days.

Mom, I'm tired.

What are you doing?

I'd like to sleep.

- What's going on? - In your opinion?

I don't know you anymore.

Maybe that's best.

You're ruining your life and ours.

Don't you think of the future?

Yes, but not the one you've decided on.

Stop!

I don't understand them anymore.

Open this door, please!

Sorry.

Mom...

- Why did you leave it? - The Party's dead.

It makes no sense today but they don't know it.

They're living in the present standing in the past.

My mother was an old-fashioned comrade,

convinced that Italy should be like Russia.

It might have worked after the war, but today we have other goals.

- What's your faculty? - Science.

Like?

Like the young American comrades who refuse to go to Vietnam,

like the freedom movements of developing countries,

like Che abandoned in South America by Castro and Russia.

Have you been to Russia?

It's all in KGB hands.

Catch him!

- You let him get away! - Relax.

That's exactly what they want out there.

It's dangerous.

What did he do to you? Let's see.

It was my fault.

- Does it hurt? - No, I'm fine!

I'm fine, a guy fights and gets hit in the head.

It was a provocation, they want police intervention.

Let's go.

You're crying?

I'm fine, it's over.

There's no more blood.

It's all happening so fast.

Sorry.

I'm confused.

Listen...

don't stay here tonight,

it's too dangerous.

I'll take you home.

I'll take you if you like.

I want to stay here.

Come with me.

What are these lights?

I don't know.

Watch where you walk.

Wait.

You're so handsome...

Hold me tight.

- You've never done it? - No.

Fuckin' shits! I didn't even get my coffee!

We've come to the most important moment, in which your...

Paolo.

Your Paolo enters our Christian community.

If you're willing to assume this commitment,

mindful of the promises made at your baptism,

renounce sin and make your profession of faith.

It's the faith of the Church in which your children are baptized.

Do you renounce Satan?

I so renounce.

The godfather.

I have to renounce evil?

What are you saying?

This isn't the Middle Ages.

- It's mortal sin. - Sorry...

What are you saying?

Are you crazy?

I don't believe in this crap.

Don't do this to your father.

What's with him?

I don't know.

Do you agree with him?

I don't understand this family anymore! Who'd you get it from?

Stop.

- I'm sorry. - Don't worry.

I'm sorry for Dad's reaction, that slap.

The slap... there was a reason.

What do you think you'll do?

I don't know.

I just want to see Isabella.

- Have you been with her? - What question's that?

During the sit-in?

- What do you mean? - Talk!

- And what did you do? - Nothing.

- Feel it? - What?

Spring came early this year.

Spring 1968

- Go home! - Why?

It might be dangerous.

All high schools are striking today, we're free to stay here.

You're just little kids!

I'll do what I want!

- Giulio, be careful! - Not that again!

Behave!

What did you bring?

- A surprise for these shits. - Lower your voice.

Get rid of it.

Isabella, Gabriele, Ketty, a big smile!

Smile.

Stop filming.

Here's a faithful servant of the State, today March 1, 1968.

What's your impression of this beautiful day?

The same old story...

Stop filming or I'll seize it.

Let's stay calm, keep the situation under control.

Look who's here!

You don't miss a one!

Two months ago you raised hell at the American Embassy.

What a memory!

You're unforgettable with that moustache.

Get out!

You can't stay here!

We just want to talk to the president.

The university's closed!

- Who are your leaders? - We don't have any!

Alright, make way.

They're screwing us.

It's a trap!

Run!

What the fuck are you doing?

That's my girl!

I knew it!

Get back to barracks, you fucking jerk!

Get her!

I'm sorry.

I wanted to tell you.

You can't go out! You're blind, you'll get lost.

Summer 1968

Yeah, they leave the gate open...

Who left the gate open?

- Not me. - Me neither.

Then Frida did, while you two weren't doing a fucking thing.

For just one thing Mom asked.

You could have done the shopping.

In three days you'll be leaving me here with those two.

Are your remedials our fault?

Stop!

Giulio, move it with the food, we have to eat!

Come on!

Laura, come here.

- What is it? - Your room.

3,50 by 3,90,

a window and maybe a small bathroom.

Work starts in September.

- I'm leaving in September. - What?

You have to graduate...

I found an apartment with university comrades.

I need my own space,

to be responsible for my choices, my mistakes.

I wish you could understand me, but I know you can't.

You knew?

- How will you support yourself? - I'll work it out.

Start now, I'm not doing anything for anyone.

Don't be like that.

Go to your mother.

Don't eat fruit, it'll ruin your appetite!

Every time we sit at the table something happens.

Frida, where are you?

- I told you! - What?

- Not to leave the gate open! - What gate!

We'll find her.

We'll find her.

Darling!

"One day we'll leave too, forever.

They'll forget us,

they'll forget our faces, our voices...

Is this the Academy?

If you left me all alone, if I were totally..."

Alone!

Alone totally.

"If I were totally in ruins, if I melted away entirely,

if I were like a fistful of mangled dust..."

It says here you're a cop.

Yes, at Headquarters.

How did you get this great idea?

To be a cop or an actor?

- A cop. - An actor.

Traveling home from school...

Louder! We're in a theater.

Traveling home from school by train, there was a woman opposite me,

she was looking at me.

I looked at her too, she was pretty.

The lady said: "With that face, you should be in movies."

Being an actor takes more than a nice face.

But I already had the idea of being an actor, a dream...

- Thank you. - Thanks.

Wait!

Let's try it again.

- You're from Apulia? - Torremaggiore.

Do the scene again without worrying about diction.

- Say it as it comes to you. - In dialect?

In Apulian dialect.

This is a declaration of love,

Danton's not afraid to die but to lose the woman he loves, Julie.

It might help thinking... have you got a girl?

No, I used to.

Imagine you do.

Avola, Sicily

Remember we're struggling against the Sicilian landowners,

they're the most powerful in the whole South.

Let's block the road, today the trucks won't get through!

"This is what it's about,

you don't understand me, nor I you, until this evening.

Don't interrupt, listen to me."

We'll start from here tomorrow.

Thanks to all, we've finished.

Casella, not you.

It seemed planned

I gave my last line: "Goodnight, my lord"

and then, like a miracle, the theater lights came back on.

It was...

in 1950 at the Quirino Theater.

Sorry, it was 1952.

- Was it? - At the Argentina Theater.

Maybe.

- How do you know? - I read your curriculum.

Don't trust it, there are lots of lies

and many omissions.

Good lord!

- I drank the whole bottle! - There's another.

- I didn't mean... - Yes.

Thank you.

Don't you drink?

Yes, when I want to get drunk

and that's pretty often.

That's not in my curriculum.

Hashish isn't either.

"But you must live your lives differently from me.

Here's a daisy.

I'd have liked to give you violets,

but they all withered when my father died.

They say you came to a good end."

Nice, eh? But "Theater Report" is in a fad now:

They put social appeals on stage.

It's sad, isn't it?

I feel like a sort of last vestal virgin,

no longer virgin, unfortunately.

Actually, even a little slutty.

You must have looked handsome in your uniform.

What's my classification?

What classification?

The Best Screws.

Third?

Not the third.

Am I fifth?

I must be twentieth.

You hurt me!

You dummy!

Tonight, pee-pee and potatoes.

- What's that? - Peppers and potatoes.

- Didn't we have that yesterday? - And the day before, tomorrow...

"I say we have to fight,

if you continue your middle-class life and let injustices perpetrate

this is violence which makes peaceful revolution impossible,

and violent revolution inevitable.

It's impossible not to be violent

in history's most violent society.

You can't understand me but I know I won't turn back.

I could be imprisoned,

but when I leave you, remember the last words on my lips:

"I am a revolutionary."

Ready?

There's a five tip for you.

FIAT PAYS

Stop them!

What are you writing?

Winter 1968

Nothing.

What do you mean "nothing"?

- What's happening. - Good for you.

It serves no purpose.

Today it may serve no purpose,

but tomorrow someone will have to read this story.

...to defend President Nixon's safety

and to guarantee public order during protest marches.

Why's she the one you like? It could be dangerous.

It's private, give me her address.

- I can't. - Why?

It's classified information.

I'm an ex-colleague!

Fuck off!

All I can say is Laura Guidoni

is always glued to that Zanchi... Libero Zanchi from Turin.

They picketed a factory on Via Tiburtina.

What do you mean by 'glued'?

Want to know if they screw?

How dare you?

You're so touchy!

- An actor and touchy. - It's a private matter.

Let's stay here, united, students and workers.

They can't exploit you like this.

Let her talk!

Workers, Students, United in the Struggle!

- That piece of shit's here. - I'll handle it.

Did they send you to spy?

Answer.

I wanted to say hello.

I've been accepted to the Acting Academy, I'm studying acting.

Not hard to believe...

You'll always be a cop.

My fault if I fell for you when I was a cop?

- You should have told me. - There wasn't time.

- I swear. - Liar.

- I swear I wanted to tell you. - It's too late.

Don't touch me!

Why's it too late? I love you.

Did you get it or not?

- Leave the cop to me. - Who's a cop?

You piece of shit!

Fuck off!

Can I talk to Laura Guidoni?

Laura, phone call!

Dad's sick.

They called an ambulance, come.

I think it's serious.

I'm right here.

You know what Giulio's like.

I know.

Giulio's here too.

You're the men of the house now.

Don't argue and don't make your mother mad.

Don't worry.

I'm sorry about Laura.

She's sitting an exam at the university.

She's back studying again!

You kept that from me.

I wanted to surprise you.

When I come home we'll throw a big party.

I'm afraid.

I'm here.

We could do nights together.

It's a hospital, not a clinic, they might not let us in.

There's a sit-in tomorrow at the factory on the Pontina.

Libero?

There are a series of strikes up North,

I think he's in Turin.

How's it going?

What?

With Libero.

You know him, don't you?

And you?

It's okay like this for now.

I'll see Dad tomorrow morning.

"My hair is turning white.

I'm nearly an old man now

but I know so little."

Alas!

- What? - Alas!

- I should have said that? - Of course, it's written.

Say: "But I know so little, alas!"

- I don't know how. - Meaning?

- I've never said it. - So what?

What if he substituted it with a more modern expression?

For example?

Blast it...

Fuck it.

Did you say "fuck it"?

I was joking, just to brush off some mold.

Since you're so funny,

try brushing off mold by reading Tuzenbach.

Nicola, say the line again.

Casella, go to the line.

"My hair is turning white,

I'm nearly an old man now but I know so little, alas, so little."

- Why shout? - I can't say "alas"!

Don't be a baby! Anyone can say it.

It's not a crime to rethink something, this isn't a museum.

Start rethinking yourselves,

this text is one hundred years old, you can't better Chekhov!

But you can still better yourselves.

Obviously, protesting is much easier and more fashionable.

Thanks to all, session is over.

It's the 1968 of 300 Mexican students murdered during the Olympics,

why don't people talk about it?

And the 1968 of Bob Kennedy,

of Martin Luther King,

murdered for the idea of freedom.

It's the 1968 of social and union struggles,

of the southern farm workers exploited like animals!

I see many Sicilian comrades, where are you from?

Speak up.

From Catania, Palermo...

125 lire, that's what a man's life is worth in Italy.

When the farm workers staged a demonstration yesterday,

what did the government do?

It put the police against them!

Because once again, in Italy,

the response to social struggle is repression,

violence, like during Fascism,

but it's time to say stop!

Mr. Premier, Mr. Minister of Internal Affairs,

Mr. Chief of Police, the responsibility is yours!

It's important for you to know how things went.

Yesterday, the police in Avola fired for ten minutes,

non-stop,

leaving 3 kilos of cartridges.

Two dead, forty-eight wounded, many of them were our friends.

If you want to applaud, do it for them.

I'd like to say something,

I'm an ex-cop,

my name's Nicola Casella, I was stationed at Headquarters.

My grandfather was a farm hand, I grew up in a family of landowners.

My mother's still a servant.

I talked with the cops who were at Avola,

some rebelled against the massacre.

One tried to stop his commander who was shooting.

He shouted: "Stop, or we'll kill them all!"

I'm ashamed of our chiefs who gave the orders to fire.

It was despicable.

I'm sorry for what happened in Avola.

But among my ex-colleagues, there's desire to change,

desire to form a union,

to make a democratic police force.

I'm done.

I was telling you...

the protest has even reached us in the Academy.

Why aren't they clubbing you?

You're right.

- Where do you sleep? - Still at the Taormina Hotel.

I'm looking for a room.

Working as an actor, I need privacy.

What is it?

You were looking at me, anything to say?

Just watching.

- You're a good-looking guy. - You bullshitting?

You already know it, don't you?

I don't get you.

You know that I know, that she knows, that we all do.

Since you sat down, you've been trying to understand if I know.

Relax, I know.

You're wrong, it's not like that.

I was thinking something else,

I don't know if Laura agrees:

"When will this jerk leave us alone for five minutes?"

It's just a thought.

Good for you.

We have to make a quality leap, move up a level.

Meaning?

After Avola, we have to forget the non-violence crap.

- It's crap! - That's nothing new.

Don't underestimate us.

What do you mean?

Read this very carefully,

especially the last pages.

Great.

MOLOTOV COCKTAIL

saturday february 27, 1969

- What? - They caught Gabriele!

It's absurd.

Where are they?

In Andrea's room, going through his things.

They even wanted to go into Dad's room.

- Giulio. - What?

- He took one by the collar. - He got mixed in?

They wanted to report him.

How's Dad?

He was terrible, but he's napping now.

We're through.

Why's the police looking for your brother?

They're random searches.

- For Nixon. - How's Andrea in this?

We were at the demonstration against Nixon...

Do you know where he is now?

I'll go look for him.

Dad always asks about you?

Why don't you ever come?

What did you do?

Those shits wanted to get into Dad's room.

I'll go look for Andrea.

- See you. - Goodnight.

- So? - We have to hide.

They came looking for you.

- Who gave them my name? - Maybe Gabriele.

Come on in.

The room's nothing special, a bed, wash basin.

The bathroom's down the hall.

I'll wait outside.

- How's Giulio? - Fine.

But Dad...

I'll bring you some stuff tomorrow.

Thanks for helping out my brother and me.

No problem.

What did he do?

Are you sleeping here tonight?

I'll crash on the couch.

The hotel's full.

Wasn't it a temporary arrangement?

I tried, but couldn't find anything better.

Help me out with these posters.

Forget them, we have to package the leaflets.

We have to go!

You still not dressed?

Why are these posters here? Beds are for sleeping!

We have to go...

- What do you want? - Nothing.

Piece of shit...

Get going with these leaflets!

Piece of shit's in there, stop.

- Should we wait for you? - No, I'll catch up.

What's the matter?

He saw me.

The Calabrian saw me.

So?

I don't have to account to anyone.

Are you glad I'm here?

Of course.

You look worried.

I'm not.

Is it for Libero?

He'll understand.

So, what is it?

I love you.

Me too.

Laura, your father!

The fairy...

Jasmine.

The fairy Jasmine...

That blooms every morning.

And all the jasmines

curtsey to her."

I'm sorry about your father,

I'd have come sooner, but we had problems up North.

You know unions, every time...

I'm sorry.

I have to tell Andrea.

Tell me where he is, I'll go.

Where is he?

At Nicola's.

I heard the whole thing.

Sorry.

Sorry...

I thought I'd talk to you about it, but...

I think there's nothing to say.

We have to think of Andrea.

Where is he?

On Via dei Portoghesi.

Then?

The Taormina Hotel.

I know the way I loved you.

How much I could have.

But it's not the moment.

- I can't not see him. - It'll be crawling with cops.

My mother died two years ago at the factory.

I was outside the city,

so I saw her in her coffin.

They wanted to put a rosary in her hands.

I slid the Communist paper into her pocket and a red hankie.

She seemed to smile at me.

- Don't go. - Shut up.

It's your fault if we're like this.

- I want to see my father. - They'll arrest you.

Andrea can do what he wants.

I'm going.

- Let me make a couple of calls. - To who?

Trust me.

Officer Amodio, please.

Sir, this is Nicola, an ex-colleague.

Get in.

Nicola Casella,

you must be the actor.

What film are you doing?

I'm still studying.

Remember a leopard can't change its spots.

You'll always be a cop.

Colleague, can I trust you?

Answer me.

Of course, sir.

Does Guidoni know he has to turn himself in, in 30 minutes?

He knows.

Go have a cigarette.

Call Headquarters.

Amodio!

Who are the other two?

- I don't know. - Don't you know them?

Call Headquarters.

- I'm going to Dad. - Wait.

Tell me what you did.

Let me go.

He wanted to come at all costs.

They'll catch him.

He wanted to say goodbye to Dad.

Tell me what he did.

They caught a friend of his for a bombing.

So?

Maybe he gave Andrea's name.

Oh God!

Stay in the car.

- What the fuck's going on? - No liberties.

Why did two patrol cars come?

I don't know!

You have to believe.

Trust in yourself.

You're a good boy.

Write these things down.

If you don't, who will?

They're here, what do I do?

- Should I open? - I don't know.

They're here, I have to open!

Open.

Libero Zanchi, Isabella Ferri?

Come with us.

Your uncles are here.

Go say hello.

You're not going anywhere.

Lina...

make some coffee for my brother.

- You owe me an explanation. - I owe you nothing.

Handcuff him.

Calmly!

- Why do they want me? - Don't worry.

I'll respect our deal, but lower your voices, my father's dying.

Don't go, please!

I have to.

- Let go of your brother. - Let go of me!

Take it easy.

I'll be back in a few hours.

I'll go to police headquarters and be right back.

Now go stay with Dad.

Laura, don't leave them all alone.

I'm here.

Why did you arrest all three?

- Tell me! - How the fuck do I know?

- Fuck off! - Fuck off you and the officer!

Laura, open.

It's not my doing, they tricked me too.

Please, open the door.

I love you.

I don't want to lose you.