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Barbagia (The Restless Society)

I don't know what's going on. Not yet, I can't give you anything.

The news is confusing, I'll have to go up there.

Just hold the front page.

It could have been worse.

- What time did you encounter gunfire? - Tonight, at two.

They wounded two of our men and managed to get away.

- Why do they keep getting away? - You're asking us?

Who else?

First it was amongst themselves, stealing animals, things like that.

Then they discovered it was easier to steal a man than a flock...

and they started with the kidnappings.

It brings in astronomical amounts. Graziano's asking for 100 million.

- Have you located Graziano? - I think so.

Thanks.

What do you think are the causes of banditry here in Sardinia?

Look, it's a long story.

Take a look around the pens and see how the shepherds live.

You'll learn a lot of things.

I've intercepted them, Graziano.

There must be a thousand of them, between cops and Blue Basques.

- This time we're screwed. - Where are the others?

- It's just us. - As long as it's dark, don't worry.

We have to be at the peak before dawn.

They're still far, we'll be on the high mountains before they get here.

Come on.

- Well, shall we start? - What do you want?

Do you want to know what a mother feels when they shoot her son?

You're not human beings, you're vile dogs!

Take your dirty money and leave this house.

Why? It might help Graziano. Think about it.

Orgosolo, the dawn of a morning in March 68'

The Barbagia is the most internal area of Sardinia.

It's a corner of Europe, but it doesn't belong to Europe.

European culture hasn't penetrated here.

Since 4 B.C Sardinia has suffered many invasions...

but the oppressors have never managed to conquer the Barbagia.

In the rest of Sardinia lives a population influenced by the invaders.

They're the Sardinians who collaborated with the Africans, Semites, Romans...

Subsequently, the Spanish, Piedmontese, and now the Americans.

Barbagia, however, is the land of the resistant.

The Barbagian shepherds may well be at year zero, technologically...

but their own civilisation has lasted three thousand years...

and still bears traces today of its barbaric origins.

I'm scared, they'll get us here.

I don't know animal fear is.

If it's got feathers or fur, if it flies or crawls.

Ghosts, show yourselves! I'm waiting!

Come out!

You don't scare me!

You don't scare me!

- I can't go on. - Move or I'll kill you!

- They'll kill us! - Wake up!

Wake up!

You miserable coward!

Move it!

No outlaw in Italy, and perhaps Europe...

has caused a mobilisation of forces like this, in March 1968.

The duel seems absurd, 1000 versus 4...

but Graziano Cassitta has this land on his side, the Barbagia.

The background by which he was formed dates back many centuries.

For centuries in Barbagia...

the sons of the shepherds were raised according to rituals...

that formed generations of fighters and rebels.

Graziano was given his initiation to acts of courage through these rituals.

Orgosolo cemetery.

Every flower removed from a grave is rewarded with money.

The boy must learn to overcome his fears.

Very good, my boy.

You've done as I asked.

During adolescence Graziano's initiation followed the rules of the Barbagia...

Violence and silence.

- What have you done? - I fell.

Never give up!

But Graziano distinguishes himself with his use of guns.

- He's a born criminal. - He's just a boy.

But take him, six months of reform will do him good.

I can't control him anymore.

But reformatories, as they exist in Italy today, do not re-educate.

1960

Aged eighteen, Graziano tries to steel a flock.

The first incarceration.

- Did you hear what happened? - No, what?

- They killed Pietrino Costa. - When?

- They kidnapped him ten days ago. - What? The family didn't pay?

They may even have paid, that I don't know.

Why did they kill him?

Because the police found out where they were hiding Piero Costa...

and whoever was holding him shot him, then got out.

The police will be swarming over the place like flies.

It seems there's finally some light.

During the course of the investigation into the kidnapping of Pietrino Costa...

the police have arrested three shepherds from Orgosolo...

The brothers, Cassitta, Giovanni, Cassitta, Pietro, and Cassitta, Nicola...

on whose land the dead body was discovered.

The aim of this triple arrest is to put a stop to Sardinian banditry.

My brothers.

Why did they drag you into it?

I don't get it.

- What did you tell the police? - We told them we weren't involved.

To catch the real killers.

It was Pepe Cascau and his men who killed him.

Everyone knows. It's just the police who didn't know.

- Where do we fit in with Pepe Cascau? - Have they caught them?

- They couldn't do it. - They're in the mountains, fugitives.

Fugitives, Pepe Cascau, and the others accused by Graziano's brother...

have found refuge in the mountains of Orgosolo.

Looked after by their own brother.

Have you heard the latest?

They're releasing the Cassittas'. They accuse us.

- That's what they say. - Those good for nothings.

The police won't leave me alone. Three searches in two days.

They say they're doing it because I'm your brother.

That isn't fair. Besides, who'll watch the flock?

And Graziano?

He's out of his mind about all this.

Graziano says we must get revenge.

Help! Guard!

Help!

What's wrong with you?

Keep your head down.

The blood, it won't stop!

Come on, I'll take you to the infirmary.

He needs to go to hospital.

I'm here.

- The pools? - No, crosswords.

- Any news? - Nothing.

Someone's escaping! A patient!

- How did you do it? - Like that, I just left.

- They're searching everywhere. - Let them, they won't get me.

- Just watch your back. - Who's going to get me?

- Our friends, the fugitives? - Everyone.

If Cascau and his men lift a finger I'll deal with them.

I'll tear them to pieces, and each piece won't be bigger than a finger.

Calm down, don't do anything rash.

Nobody wants any trouble, us, or the fugitives.

Keep scratching too hard and you'll only hurt yourself.

- You trust them? - I've got more experience than you.

But experience doesn't save him.

In June 1961 Graziano's older brother is ambushed by the fugitives.

It seems you talk to much, asshole!

Dogs!

Dirty dogs!

You should have let me kill them!

You should have let me go when I wanted to kill them!

Dirty dogs!

I'd have torn them to pieces!

Why? Why did you stop me?

You have to stay in hiding.

They'll pay, dirty worms!

Graziano looks for Cascau, and the others.

He doesn't find them.

November 1962

Graziano's family has lost a son, the Cascau family has paid.

The village is divided behind two funerals.

Neither of the families are responsible for the first crime...

but the fear of an official justice coming from outside...

has thrown two groups of families to opposite sides.

Who is the most guilty?

He who spoke first, appealing for justice from outside...

and started this spiral of catastrophe...

Or he who killed first?

According to the code of the Barbagia, they're even.

But the wound can re-open at any time, even today.

Graziano did the right thing.

What does a valiant man do if they kill his brother?

They get revenge, and saves the family honour.

But for the official law, he's a delinquent.

13th November, 1962

The second incarceration.

Try to escape from here, if you can.

Incredible! Graziano's second escape

Graziano captured He will be Transferred to Sassari

Graziano's back!

I say he deserves a day pass!

- Been here long? - A month.

What for?

Use of an automobile.

They arrest people for using automobiles now?

No, it wasn't mine. I took it.

So the charge was theft.

You talk funny. Where are you from?

I'm Spanish.

From Madrid.

You're a city boy.

How did they get you here, in Sardinia?

It's a long story.

After I finished high school, I attended the academy.

My mother died.

My father remarried.

- He manages the Madrid subway. - Your father's a big shot.

Subway manager.

Is it some sort of factory?

A factory!

The subway, trains.

A train that travels underground, like in Paris or London.

That's a good one.

Then one day I left, and I enrolled in the foreign legion in Paris.

Marseilles, Bonifacio in Corsica.

But it was a shit life.

So, one night, I stole a motorboat...

and I split.

Then that business with the car, and here I am.

Then you're also running.

You're capable of escaping as well.

You've escaped a few times yourself.

Stand up.

Now jump, let's see if you can touch the ceiling.

Come on.

It's high.

You're an acrobat.

Modesty aside, they're not keeping me in here.

I'll show them! Nobody keeps me in prison.

You know how trials work. You know how important witnesses are.

If you kill a man, for example, and you've got good witnesses...

Premeditated murder becomes self-defence.

But it isn't easy to get witnesses to say what you want when you're inside.

And that night, in the caf�, things went down differently.

In what way?

Think about it.

Didn't Cascau pull out a knife?

The people in the bar saw everything.

They'd be pleased to help you if you went and talked to them.

You know how easily people are persuaded when they're scared.

Can you do it? Find a way.

You've got to get out, just think when they hear you're free in Orgosolo.

They'll do whatever you ask.

He threatened you with a knife, and you shot him.

Okay, Graziano, it's all clear.

I can find you a good lawyer, you won't be alone outside.

You'll meet friends, they'll get you to Orgosolo.

Guard.

Do you have a plan?

What are you talking about? Try minding your own business.

I just wanted to warn you that maybe it isn't the right time.

There are a rake of police coming from continent.

They're trained to catch bandits.

Not for things that happened in my village.

They want Antonio Masala, he's from Ollolia.

Antonio Masala and his men.

Antonio Masala has nothing to do with my village.

- Is he a big-shot? - Ask him.

If you're breaking out, I'm coming with you.

This will bring us good luck.

- You believe that? - Sure I do.

Move it.

Make the sign of the cross!

Antonio Masala, from Ollolai.

The chilling cruelty with which he carried out his crimes...

reached its climax on the 3rd and 12th of March, 1966.

Salvatore!

Among the victims, a ten year old boy.

I'm sure he had his reasons, he was probably a rat.

His wife as well, she probably knew.

But he did a bad thing killing the boy.

I'm not one to judge, but the boy...

Why are you burning that paper? You're not planning on escaping?

Listen, if you decide, and when you decide...

I'm coming with you, I'll follow you.

What do you think? That we live like gentlemen out there?

Who's a gentleman? I was in the foreign legion.

But the mountains are different. It's something else.

Do you know the freezing cold?

Sleeping with a rock for a bed and a pillow.

With one eye in your dream, and the other looking out for a police ambush.

Do you know these things?

Instinct guiding you, and an eye ready to tell a friend from a traitor.

Have you got it?

And then running, running all the time, the life of a boar.

Do you have any idea, Miguel?

If they offend you, an answer ready...

A jab and a punch.

Do you know these things? No, you're a city boy.

Raised on your mother's milk.

Before I joined the foreign legion, I was in a gang.

Bank robberies, always on the run days running from the cops.

I haven't had it easy, either.

We never told you to do it your way, Antonio Masala.

We gave you the guns you wanted, information on who to kidnap...

We've invested a lot of money in you, and what do you do?

You kill a ten year old boy, and you've got everyone against us.

Why didn't you follow orders?

I don't take orders from anyone.

I give the orders!

You've never given me anything for free, we're even!

You watch your back!

An informant, says he can help us capture Masala.

Trace the call.

Make sure the passenger gets out of his car in time.

There could be a shootout, and we want Masala, no one else.

I believe Sardinians can breathe now.

With Masala out of the way, the bandits are on their knees.

There will be peace for a long time.

Careful, ten more steps and he'll be above us.

Stop them!

- We're going to Tissi, hurry. - Tissi is 20km away.

- I just work in the city. - We've got the money, don't worry.

Why are you driving so slowly? Come on, we're in a hurry!

Accelerate.

- Are you okay? - Don't worry.

- What's going on? - I don't know, we're near the prison.

Some idiot probably escaped.

- Why have you stopped? - I have to fill up.

- Now? - Now, I'm out of gas.

Pino.

Come over here when you finish.

We're high up.

You see? That's my village.

- It's cold. - Wait till you reach the mountains.

Who's he?

Miguel, he's Spanish.

How do you know you can trust him?

He'll slow you down.

You think he's cut out to be a bandit?

I'd be grateful if he left, but I'm not abandoning him.

He's alone, like a stray dog. I can't abandon him.

I'm going home soon, I'll wait for night.

I'll get close for now.

Come on, Miguel.

- It's you. - Yes, me.

- Greetings uncle Borre, it's me. - Weren't you in school?

- Some time off. - Given or taken?

- Taken. - Good.

You did well.

Don't worry, I won't do anything.

I'll leave Cascau alone if he doesn't come looking for me.

A brother for a brother, we're even.

If he doesn't look for me, I won't look for him.

Be careful who you trust. Who is that outsider?

He owed me a brother, but now the debt's been paid, and we're even.

I have no reason for revenge if he doesn't provoke me.

He says you owed him a brother, but now you're even.

He says he has no reason for revenge if you don't provoke him.

I didn't take his brother, but he took my brother from me.

They lied to him if they told him I took his brother.

He says he didn't kill your brother, that they lied to you.

Then the vendetta isn't closed. Ask him.

Then the vendetta isn't closed.

For me the vendetta is over, but I can't forgive him.

If he doesn't serve the prison time for killing Andrea...

There will be peace, but I won't forgive him.

He says that for him the vendetta is finished.

But if you don't do the time for Andrea's murder...

there can be peace, but he won't forgive you.

Either way, is it peace?

- He says, is it peace? - Peace.

There will be peace.

Get over there and be quiet.

- Just do as we way. - What do you want?

Nothing's going to happen to you.

Write clearly, they have to read it.

I beg you with all my heart to pay the sum of eight million lira.

'8' in numbers. The number.

You know a son's life doesn't have a price.

Remember this, do it for me.

Because, if you go to the police, they'll kill me.

Write.

Sign it.

Put his hood on and take him inside.

Gonnario.

I'll add another zero.

This way it's 80 million, I didn't want to scare him.

- You wanted me? - Yes, Gonnario.

Take this letter to Mr. Spina, in the city.

To him in person, no one else.

Okay, go, I'll see you tomorrow.

- Shall we make contact? - Sure.

You mustn't pay the ransom, leave it to us.

If you keep paying, they won't stop.

If there's one bandit today, tomorrow there will be ten.

Look, even a thousand.

But I only have one son.

Terrible business, this. Who knows how it will end?

- If it doesn't get messy. - In what sense?

In the sense that they could kill him.

Yes, but where is his father going to find 80 million?

You might be a good journalist, but you don't know the area.

What's 80 million to him, with all the property he's got.

His wife's properties, the mills, the pastures...

The two million I pay him for the pasture...

- The three million Edoardo pays him. - I give him another three.

- Then you think it's fair? - No, 80 million isn't fair.

It's a bit much, perhaps 30 or 40.

You go on ahead, we'll bring you water.

Let him drink.

- Seven days have passed. - It's better than mineral water.

You promised I'd be home in a week.

It doesn't depend on us, it depends on your father, until he pays...

But I'm tired, I can't walk anymore.

I can't go on, have mercy.

You're asking me for mercy.

You've got some nerve.

When did your father show any mercy?

The landowner, nice and comfortable in the city...

and the shepherds here killing themselves.

To work for this, dirt, and we're the merciless ones.

Not your father, getting fat off our work...

He's a respectable man.

Come on, let's move out. You're young, walk.

Alfredo, you know I'm a friend.

80 million is no small sum.

But I can help you find it.

There's someone who's ready to give it to us.

- What does he want in return? - Just the dairy farm.

Yes, I know it's worth double, but when you need a quick sale...

Besides, you don't have a choice, we're talking about your son.

Are you sure you don't recognise anyone?

I told you, I was blindfolded, I didn't see anything.

Eat.

But...

- It's raw. - Of course.

They'll spot us if we light a fire.

What kind of guerilla are you?

Listen...

There's something I haven't told you.

The truth is...

I was never in the foreign legion.

Yes, it's true I fled Spain.

But for political reasons.

Because I like revolution.

Up here you can start a thousand revolutions.

But if you don't start up here, there won't be a revolution.

Eat, or you'll die of hunger.

Rain water.

If you get used to what the sky sends you, no one can get you.

You can last for months. Got it?

Not even under the bridges of Paris in December was it this humid.

You have to get used to living like us.

A shepherd sees a bed only three times in their life.

When they're born, when they find a wife, and then when they die.

If it makes you happy.

Wealthy landowner kidnapped in Nuoro

Think about it, shoot him while he's asleep and you're rich.

There's a 10 million lira bounty on Graziano.

I'll put in another ten.

Just shut up, okay? Be quiet.

Graziano doesn't betray his friends, and I won't betray Graziano.

Shut up or I'll smash your teeth in.

New wave of kidnappings

Listen, you're free, but don't move for another four hours.

When the press interview you, say eighty million.

Your family paid thirty, but you have to say eighty...

because thirty is a favour for you, just you...

and I don't want others getting funny ideas, got it?

Yes.

Nicola Piredda released, 80 million ransom

Tell me, have you seen anyone?

Please, I'm asking you if you've met anyone.

What? I'm asking you a question!

What am I doing?

Do you know Graziano Cassitta and Miguel Lopez?

Have you seen them around here?

- Who are they? - Where do you live?

Here, in the village.

Let's go, we won't get anything out of these dirty shepherds.

I've never seen so many police.

It's worse than the invasion of Cavalletta.

They're looking for Graziano.

It must be costing the police millions.

That money could be used to make our lives better.

Graziano never caused me any trouble.

He fed my family while I was in prison.

He may have his ways, but he's not a bad man.

The police made contact, turn yourself in and they'll give you 50 million.

But can you trust them? I suggest you give it some thought.

Right, Graziano?

I'm saying it for you, if the police don't pay when they arrest you...

What will you do?

It's your decision, don't let me influence you.

If you remain free you won't make 50, you'll make 500.

By the way, some journalists want to interview you.

They'll pay, they're offering a lot of money.

Now just tell us what you want. Your life, whatever you want.

We don't have time for that, but I'll tell you what's on my mind.

You keep taking pictures.

I want to tell you I'm not a criminal. They accuse me of a lot of things...

but I'm just defending myself, I'm not a criminal.

Listen, keep talking while we take some pictures of you.

Go on, talk while you're moving.

I've never been a criminal, you can write that because it's true.

I'm defending myself, that's all.

Show us how you throw a grenade.

Great.

And they won't get me, they can send in the entire army.

They can send in cannons, airplanes, no one's getting me here.

- Some profile shots. - Hold it.

Write in your newspapers that I'm the king of Barbagia...

and no one can ever trap me, because the people are on my side.

I lead the poor people, I only take money from those who have it.

Go up there.

Tell president Sarragas, if he wants me in Alto Adige.

I'll go there right now if he wants, with my men.

I'll free Alto Adige from all those people who...

Climb up the tree.

There.

But you can also tell him that I want my freedom in exchange.

Because I'm a fighter, not a criminal.

If I were a real guerilla I'd beat everyone.

I've got they eye, the aim, the hand, the pulse...

the legs to run, and lungs to never stop!

Now get down, show us how you shoot at the helicopters.

Give me the gun.

Like this?

Let's see you, everyone knows what you like.

We'll take a nice photo.

It must be easier for you, you're a foreigner.

Maybe you'd have more trouble if you were Italian.

It's not true, I do, perhaps more than others.

- Why? - Because I'm a political refugee.

A political refugee, that's interesting.

Were you in trouble with the police in Spain?

- For the same reason as here. - Trouble of a political nature?

Yes, like I said, for the same reason. I fight here like I fought in Spain.

You mean your friends here, that we call bandits...

For you, they're rebels.

Yes, they're rebels, they're guerillas.

They're fighting for a just cause.

- Foreign women write to me. - Do you have any letters here?

- Do you also have photos? - You bet I've got photos.

- The foreign women support me. - Show the photographer.

Foreigners who support me.

Take a photo like that.

Pretty ladies, but they're made of paper.

Paper! That's what you think.

- What do you mean? - Here, this is paper.

Enjoy yourselves or I'll get angry.

You're all alone. Aren't you enjoying yourself?

You need some vodka. You like to drink?

We'd better go next door.

You know I don't move for less than a hundred.

The others were all foreigners, dressing room whores.

Yes, he prepared everything.

He's an idiot, he thinks I'm French.

You think I'd let him get one over on me?

But one of the guys wasn't bad at all.

He's amazing.

And what a body.

He's a bandit.

I'm telling you he's a bandit.

Yes.

Him, him!

I'll bring you with me next time.

If you want to be free, you need money.

- Lots of it. - But how?

I didn't understand a word.

I'll explain better.

It's for defending yourself from bandits!

10 machineguns, 2 crates of grenades, 10 pistols, calibre 9

I'd like to speak to Nanni.

You're always taking her away, Nanni.

- I want to show you something. - Where are we going?

It's just here.

- You like it? It's my new car. - It's beautiful.

- It can reach 200km. - Let's go for a spin.

I can't now, I have to go. Tomorrow.

Bye, lunatic.

Hide it back there.

We'll wait until dark.

Keep watch.

- Is that you, Nanni. - Yes, I'm taking dad's car.

- You're not staying for dinner? - No.

If anyone calls tell them I've gone away, I'll be back tomorrow.

Okay, enjoy yourself.

Go, I'll see you tomorrow morning.

- Look who it is! - Sarrelli, what are you doing?

What do you think? I'm on the night shift.

Can I pass?

He's a friend from university. Can he pass?

What's in the trunk?

- Some crates of apples. - Let's see, just a formality.

The absurd crime which cost the lives of two highway officers...

has appalled the entire country.

The presence of the head of state at their funerals, today, in Sardinia...

bears witness to the nations' solidarity for the fallen.

Italy is in mourning.

The entire city takes part in the funeral.

The ceremony is held in the cathedral.

Here, today, we see how much blood the Sardinian bandits have spilt.

New counter measures have been adopted to capture the bandits.

I'm not paying for your mistakes!

All your bullshit comes back to me!

- Stop, you'll kill him! - I'll teach you to be a bandit!

I'm not going to prison!

I don't want any pointless deaths!

They're not pinning this on me.

Those two cops.

In fact I want everyone to know. I want to talk to the press.

You have to write the truth!

The blame everything on me, you journalists as well.

As soon as something happens; who was it? Graziano Cassitta.

No, that's too easy.

Okay, I'm a fugitive...

and fugitives are good at covering all bases...

but find someone else to blame, I'm not your scapegoat.

I didn't kill those two officers.

There's a path down there.

There are continuous police patrols.

I see them, but they don't see me.

And I could shoot them. I could shoot the hell out of them.

But I don't shoot, damn it. I'm just defending myself.

I'm not a butcher, I don't massacre people!

Now stay here at least half an hour.

1967, the student bandit's foolish gesture stirs a wave of emotions.

The Sardinian banditry phenomenon becomes a national issue.

Debates in parliament.

Books are published that attempt to get to the truth of the matter.

Public opinion is divided.

On one side a hysterical cry for violent repression.

Long subdued racist tendencies rise to the surface.

Some newspapers demand the army be sent on a punitive expedition.

One writer suggests the use of gas in the mountains of Barbagia

But it's impossible to solve the problem with external repression.

The central administrative structure is in crisis over the issue.

Police against magistrates, magistrates against police.

In reality, banditry is nothing more than underdevelopment and poverty.

Barbagia, the restless society.

How do the shepherds live?

Who are the landowners who greedily exploit the shepherds?

The accumulation of enormous properties...

dates back to the take over of state land...

which was permitted by a law passed in the last century.

Speculators and swindlers who divided up the communal land...

and arbitrarily built walls and marked out boundaries...

are the ancestors of most of todays prosperous families.

Still today, 6000 landowners own 56 percent of the land.

The other 260,000 are only left with the remaining 5 percent.

With this injustice legalised, those poorest have rebelled.

First legalising cattle theft...

and today, kidnapping, which is faster and more lucrative.

But Graziano's actions force Barbagians to look at themselves in the mirror.

His radical refusal to accept the structure of capitalist society...

induces some to see in Graziano, and banditry in general...

a subversive element, an example for the guerillas.

But the majority begin to take part in mature political action.

Many times throughout 1969, students and shepherds fill the squares.

They occupy government offices.

They reject banditry as a form of rebellion.

But above all they reject the politics of repression.

They demand decisive reforms that strike the evil at its roots.

A radical fringe element of this protest movement comes into being...

demanding the succession of Sardinia from the Italian state.

Some exponents of this political group make contact with Graziano...

and offer him the leadership of the Sardinian movement for independence.

- I was so worried about you. - Relax, everyone's protecting me.

Look.

They're asking me to free Sardinia.

If I want, I could lead the separatists.

An official came looking for me, a captain.

He wanted to know more about this.

They're all looking for me, now I'm important.

I'll get a political passport.

And one day I'll go who knows where?

Then, no one will be able to touch me.

We'll get married, we'll have a house.

How do you expect me to believe all these lovely promises?

You're always hiding, you're always running.

But things are changing.

I'm really going to make a lot of money.

To start with, I'll operate alone.

No more bosses, no more orders.

I don't need anyone.

My head's enough.

Disguised as a Blue Basque Outlaw at the gates of Nuoro

- Who told you to shoot? - I shot the tyres, I never miss.

Take off his glasses and put the hood on.

Leave them, it's better if he can't see.

Don't talk too much!

You're coming with us.

By the way, we heard you've got a bad heart, so try to stay calm.

Have you got his pills?

Here are your pills.

Let's go.

Great, then you'll do the kidnappings yourselves, is that clear?

Careful, Graziano, you wouldn't have made it this far without our help.

Your help is costing too much.

- Listen here! - I'm not alone anymore!

There are a lot of people backing me now.

I'm not just a bandit.

Are you referring to this?

- That, and more. - Nobody's indispensable.

If Antonio Masala were still alive today he'd confirm it for you.

If that's a threat, you watch out. No false moves!

Or I'll drag you through those rocks and thorns until you're dead.

Remember that.

It's in your interests we remain friends.

But I'm in charge, got it?

Go on, answer it.

Wait, I'm coming.

Hello?

Where are you exactly?

Yes, okay.

I'm on my way. Okay, thanks.

Ozieri, March 1968.

- Leave the boy out of it. - Relax, we'll let him go.

- Where are they taking us? - Don't worry, we'll take you home.

Get ready, we have to get out.

Listen, I'm not here to steal your flock, it's a favour.

You'll take this boy to Ozieri.

His grandfather owns the FIAT dealership, they all live together.

- It won't be hard to find. - Why do I have to do it?

Because it's in your interests, got it?

Take him away.

If it's come to this, it's because nobody ever rebelled.

I'm not paying. I don't have it so I'm not paying.

He's right, if we stand firm they'll release him.

So you've decided, you want our paper to publish your appeal?

I think it could be dangerous.

- The mother also agrees? - We're all in agreement.

- That's okay with everyone? - Of course.

We, the Bedetto family, appeal to Peppino's kidnappers.

We don't have the means to pay.

We can't pay.

We publically invite you to return their father to his three young children...

who anxiously await his return.

If you don't release him we'll do all we can to identify you...

and severely punish you!

Challenge to the outlaws

This gesture of defiance to the bandits, the first of its kind...

was issued by the Bedetto family and published this morning.

Challenge... What challenge?

They think they can scare us.

They want you dead, you hear that?

You think we're scared?

Let's give them what they deserve, him and his family.

- Let's kill him. - You're not killing anyone.

You're not killing anyone and I'm in charge, get that into your head.

Let's get out of here.

Okay, you're in charge, but they're making us look like fools.

Challenging us, threatening us...

Let's throw it right back at them!

It's the money I want, not dead bodies.

I can't do anything with a dead body.

They'll find the money, right down to the last cent.

Because the man who defies Graziano Cassitta has yet to be born.

I'll keep him as long as I want.

I can keep him for two years, and no one will find him.

And no one will find me.

Whoever told you to come to me has wasted your time...

if it's only to talk about your husband's kidnapping.

Graziano isn't involved. He doesn't do those things.

- He isn't bad, he doesn't do it. - But you can still help me.

Graziano isn't involved, but he might know where to find Peppino.

- Graziano's a fugitive. - Bad luck made him a fugitive.

One of my family was killed, one of my sons.

A son who worked and never hurt anyone.

Graziano can find out.

He can free us from this nightmare.

You have your troubles, we have ours.

They killed my handsome strong boy...

and my other sons they put in prison, even though they were innocent.

And now, this son is away from home, hounded by the law.

30th April, 1968

For the first time, a kidnapping provokes a public reaction.

Civilian groups band together to hunt the bandits.

But this experiment also fails.

For it was not only those who deplored the kidnapping that took part.

They were joined by the "principales", the landowners...

who used it as an excuse to drive out the poorest shepherds.

The search for Bedetto's captors becomes an excuse to settle old scores.

And it all ends in an aborted lynching...

on a country outing with wine and cheese.

Go ahead, lady.

I've been waiting in vain for nine days for my husband to return home.

The children ask for their daddy at night, and they don't sleep.

I'd like to ask Giuseppe's captors for an act of generosity.

I'm not challenging anyone.

To the men who took my husband away...

I'm begging you, give him back. Do this act of generosity.

Despite the fact that so much time has passed...

Giuseppe Bedetto's kidnapping...

is still on everyone's minds throughout Sardinia.

Graziano and his men have remained at large for too long.

If they don't pay, I'll deal with it.

If you ask me, you're getting too big for your boots.

- Mind your own business. - Enough!

Careful, Cartana.

I think you talk too much. Just do as I say.

If any of you touch Bedetto without my order...

You'll have to answer to me.

I beg you with all my heart to pay them right away.

Sign it.

Your family needs to stop playing games.

First the challenge, then your wife crying on TV.

We don't want to hurt you.

It's them, your family, that want to hurt you...

- Or they would have paid by now. - We don't have any money.

No, don't try to be smart.

You've got FIAT for all the territory of Ozieri, we have informants.

We know everything, and we need money.

No offence, but to give you an idea of my condition...

I'm sure you've got more money than me.

How do you know how much money I've got?

What do you know?

Ignored by everyone.

And these guns for defence, paid for like gold.

And those bastards who take the money to change into other money...

You think they don't keep half in their pockets?

You know what's left? Look, I've got nothing left!

Look at my clothes. Turn around, damn it!

Look at my clothes! Look at my face!

Do I look like a millionaire?

You're wasting your time, I know how to make them pay.

You only know how to drink! Take him inside.

Maybe kidnapping Bedetto was a mistake.

A mistake? What do you mean?

The family doesn't have a lot of money.

But they told us they do.

The information was wrong.

We've got a lot of people against us now.

Why worry about them? You can defend yourself.

They're not your problem.

No, Miguel, we need the public on our side.

A fugitive can't survive without the Barbagia.

- It's over if we lose the Barbagia. - Then release Bedetto.

I can't do that, damn it!

If we give in once it's over, they won't pay anymore.

Taking Bedetto may have been a mistake, but he has to pay.

A little, but he must.

Your informants tricked you.

Unfortunately you're a shepherd, you don't know city people.

They've got two, three, four, faces.

If they wanted you to kidnap Bedetto, it was intentional.

What do you want from me?

Well, Graziano, talk.

What do you need?

If you need my help again, well here I am.

No, it isn't that, I want to clear up something between us.

You're looking nervous, I don't recognise you.

You tricked me.

But I figured it out. Watch your back!

You need to calm down, it's all going to your head.

Too many newspapers, too much ambition, Graziano.

You'd better disappear, you're a worm!

You'll pay for that!

Nobody shoot!

You've gone too far, Graziano.

Believe me, you're nobody, even if you think you're who knows what?

Guerilla leader. You make me laugh.

Careful, you're upsetting your own men as well.

They all say you've got Bedetto. I don't believe it...

But do something for him.

You can ask them to release him.

I'll do it, mum.

I promise I'll make them release him.

And accept the police's offer. Graziano, turn yourself in.

Don't worry, I'm already thinking about it.

But not yet, it isn't the right time.

Listen, Graziano, think about it. The police will give us 80 million.

They'll need 150 for me.

Negotiate for that amount. I want you all to be okay.

In exchange for a life sentence.

Turn yourself in. After it will be too late.

What are you waiting for?

- Who is it? - Graziano!

You're crazy coming here. Did they see you?

What's going on?

- It's nothing. - What's going on?

Go back to bed.

When is this going to end?

You're putting all our lives in danger.

They're all tired, enough.

And you? You don't want to know either?

Tell me the truth.

Watch out, I'll get my revenge.

All my friends who turned their backs on me.

You, and some of my men, thinking you can use me.

Open up, police!

Open up!

We're two women alone. We're not opening it until dawn.

It's the law.

I don't want to hear it, open up!

Over here.

Get in!

We're surrounded.

Move it!

Come on, shoot!

Down there as well, look!

Come on.

Wait.

I'll cover you.

Where did they get you?

It burns!

- Grit your teeth and let's go. - You go, leave me here.

- Leave me, I won't make it. - Hold on.

Just a few more minutes.

You'd better leave me here.

- Save yourself. - Grit your teeth.

We've almost made it.

- A little further and we'll be safe. - Leave me here.

- You're carrying a dead weight. - You can do it, you're brave.

Brave?

I'm a shit.

I don't know what you think.

I'm no freedom fighter.

It was all bullshit.

My father...

...a subway manager!

He was a labourer, a nobody like me.

I never went to the academy, it was bullshit.

All bullshit!

You've got to stop living like this.

Or you'll go out like me.

Even this wasn't much use.

Brave, a partisan...

The academy...

The only thing that's real...

are the bull's horns tearing into my flesh!

Is he dead?

- Bury him, we can't leave tracks. - No, we won't bury him.

You're not burying him! Just do as I say!

Leave him alone.

At least this way they'll find his body, and he can return home.

Hello, Graziano.

The Bedetti send word that they're prepared to pay.

They've given in, they're paying.

Miguel is dead.

I guess it was fate.

What are you going to do now?

- What do you mean? - Are you staying with me?

- What does that mean? - It means you're one of us.

Someone who wants money. Well?

What are you doing?

Take it, and go.

It's the proof the Bedetto family asked for.

Proof Peppino is still alive.

Those people don't pay without proof.

The police! Get down!

Let's see some identification.

- What's your name? - Serra.

Serra, what?

- Serra, Mario, from Mamoiada. - Let's see some identification.

- I don't have any. - You're not Serra, you're Graziano.

Okay, I'm Graziano Cassitta.

Call headquarters, tell them we've captured Graziano.

We're bringing him in.

Can you confirm Bedetto was still alive when you left your men?

I hope so for your sake, because if your men have killed him...

or they kill him, your situation will get a lot worse.

Keep that in mind.

- When I left him he was alive. - Are you sure?

In fact you should thank me if he's still alive.

Because my men were angry with him, and they wanted to kill him.

Listen, would you be prepared to talk to your men?

Would they listen to you?

Sure, if I tell them, they'll obey.

They always have.

I'm Graziano Cassitta, I've was...

I was arrested yesterday.

They found the damning evidence...

that we kidnapped Peppino Bedetto.

That is, the letter, and the watch.

For this reason I beg you to release, healthy and alive...

Nino Bedetto.

Don't kill him. Release him.

Your names will never be revealed. Do it for me.

- Are you grateful now? - We'll see.

Why did you kidnap Bedetto? His family doesn't have any money.

You missed your chance to really rob the state.

- 30 million if you'd turned yourself in. - Can you confirm the amount?

They offered me more than 100!

They offered me more than 100!

- Yes, two million. - When are they releasing him?

They said tonight.

With Graziano's arrest we've dealt a definitive blow to Sardinian banditry.

Congratulations.