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PASTA MAKERS SANTARELLI

Deputy commissioner Lombardozzi Dante.

Oh my God!

I know your sensitive soul might be frightened,

but it's the man, not the official who should impress you.

Santarelli Marisa,

since the day I first saw you, I was struck.

It was 40 days ago, as you were leaving your father's shop.

You know everything!

-The age as well. Thirty. -Twenty-nine.

If you prefer. Studies, second year of high school.

Sports, none.

Maybe you wanted to go shopping.

No, I was just having a look.

May I come with you?

Thanks. That's very kind.

Now, I'll tell you about myself.

At the age of nine…

Mind the step.

That's how I met Marisa.

At that time, I was a simple police official

and my career ambitions

became a necessity too.

I was waiting impatiently for my great occasion

and it arrived in an unexpected manner.

It was April 20th, at dawn,

when a teenage gang from the suburbs…

-We've been waiting since five! -We were freezing!

Who cares!

-Do you have the cat? -Sure!

This is the place.

Here, we throw Mimì.

Come on.

-Ouch. It bites. -Do you think it will die?

Who cares!

It won't die. It's all calculated. The capsule is pressurized.

Leave it. I made the rocket!

At how many stadiums is it?

Two stadiums. Stadium Olimpico and stadium Flaminio.

-Come on… -Don't burn my hand!

-Go! -Go!

On the ground. It explodes!

-Run! -Experiment done!

What a flight!

Here!

Here it is.

-The cat? -It must have used a parachute.

No, here it is.

He's dead!

-He's more alive than you. Look! -The man on the road!

-Where? -Where are you going?

-You're right. -I'm scared!

Who is he?

These days of such intensive work

also mean the resurrection of our civil,

economic, social, and Christian ideals.

An ideal with a name, United Europe!

Tomorrow is Easter, my friends,

and this meeting

starts under the sign of brotherhood

with the goal of building

and giving an ultimate shape

to what, until now,

used to be only a big, noble hope--

What happened?

Really?

Oh…

We just received

very sad news.

Our dear deputy president,

professor, and member of congress, Simeone Di Pietro,

has suddenly died.

Hence, we are deprived of this

sorrowful happening,

not only of a dear friend but also

of the enlightened support of an elected teacher of moral discipline.

An upright man, model father, and husband.

Police headquarters, Knight Commander De Vita

Colonel, how old was your poor brother?

Fifty-nine.

Hello, De Vita.

Yes, please. The cabinet's chief.

I wanted some news about the very sad case

of our dear departed Professor Di Pietro.

I have here with me the medical examiner's report.

It confirms he was run over by an unknown car.

Yes, absolutely sure.

The papers and the money he had, about 140,000 lire,

were not even touched.

I don't want to sound intrusive, De Vita, but how do you want to proceed?

Well, we only need to run the usual inquiries

to identify the hit-and-run car.

I need to ask you a favor.

I mean, no interference intended.

See, poor Professor Simeone Di Pietro

was here, in Rome, alone for that conference.

Maybe he allowed himself a bit of fun, you know?

The dear departed was usually in that mood.

But…

You can understand how such a detail,

even though it's a small one and only linked to the private sphere

of the poor deceased, should come to light, would end in the press.

The professor was a rather famous person,

with such a transparent morality,

the consequences could go beyond the episode itself.

Sure, don't worry.

We'll use a lot of discretion accordingly with the inquiry.

Also, to find a hit-and-run car,

it's absurd to dig into the deceased's private life.

You are very welcome. My respects. See you.

Apparently, the dead guy was a really dirty one when he was alive.

I met him when he was dead

and such facts are known by the priest, not the doctor.

-Doctor Batarazzo? -Yes.

Where are we in the investigation?

-We are interviewing the boys. -Keep me updated.

-I'll let you know in case there is news. -Stand back.

-Let's continue. -Sorry, Doctor.

The list of cars in repair in garages for damages or bumps

reported yesterday.

Very well, thank you.

-Did you see cars passing by? -No, no.

No, nothing.

Cars parked?

-Suspicious cars, I mean? -No, none.

Nothing.

Let them sign the statement and let them go.

-Good, Doctor. -Say bye to Perry Mason.

Let's hurry. Mom must be worried.

Why are you growing your beard?

I'm a blouson noir against everyone and everything, for a better world.

Where's the blouson noir?

They stole it from me.

I combed through the entire Frocea Street.

The car must have passed by a secondary street

blocked by a railroad crossing that is always closed.

A chair, Piantone.

Did you interview someone?

Yes, the level crossing attendant.

A certain…Trapane…

Trapane Romeo, 57, who declares

that at 03:45, a car stopped at the crossing coming by very fast.

Clearly, the driver didn't see the lowered bars

and he slowed down at the very last.

The attendant went out to lift the bars.

What car was it?

A 500, a clear estate car.

Here, in the mechanic's list, there's one like that.

Perella mechanic, right light broken.

-Who's the owner? -Provetti Armando.

What a beard, Armà!

You shave it only for Easter?

Lately, I wasn't feeling well. I couldn't shave it.

Good for you. If I don't shave every day,

very carefully, I can say goodbye to my leave.

Who told you such nonsense?

They called me.

Sure, if you don't want to be a soldier, you can play the crazy guy.

-Crazy? -Crazy.

You stare at a point, you don't reply to people,

and you shake your head.

And they believe it.

Of course they believe it.

Don't you know that modern psychiatrists say that to fake it

is a form of insanity?

You really look crazy!

Were you a soldier?

Yes, I ended up with an old-fashioned psychiatrist.

Stop it!

That's a trick simulation!

But, Armanno, what are they saying?

Ah, darling, don't squeeze.

-Provetti Armando? Stop it! -I'm innocent.

-I was in my bed. I woke up today. -Stop him.

What do you want? I was shaving.

-You weren't sleeping that night. -How did you break the light?

The car in repair is yours.

Listen…

We know you stopped at the railroad crossing. Why do you deny it?

Oh, shit.

What are you saying?

Let us understand this.

Yes, it was me. That night, I couldn't sleep.

I had eaten cabbage rolls.

What did you eat?

Cabbage rolls.

I went out and got in my car.

I thought I could go to Brigatò, but it was late,

and I found myself in the Boccea neighborhood.

Suddenly I heard a bang in front of me,

and a 500 is slow. It's not a Ferrari, right?

Didn't you see a man on the road?

No, nothing. I swear it on my father. May I see him no more if I lie.

Your father? But he's dead.

I swear on what you want, on your dear departed ones.

I only heard the bang. Actually, I thought it was a dog

or only a "matuffo".

A what?

A stone, a rock.

But I immediately stopped, you know.

I saw the guy was dead, I panicked, and ran away.

Write down everything.

Eh, write, write…

I knew I'd get into trouble for this.

It's always the poor people who pay.

But nobody does anything to the people close to you, right?

Brigadier Peruto.

Dear attorney!

-What do you have there? -My Easter gift.

You were lucky, right?

What? It's temporary.

We're all temporary in this world.

-I touch wood. Happy Easter! -Thank you!

-When will I get my license back? -After the trial.

-May I? -Please.

Happy Easter from the petty officers of the section,

and their thanks for the kind gift of those bottles we received.

Thank you, dear Peluso,

and I give you all my wishes as well, to you

-and your families, especially the kids. -Thanks, Commander.

-Can you put it in the car? -Sure.

Thank you.

Yes, sir. The Chief of the Cabinet.

My respects, Knight Commander.

Thank you.

I'll give your warm wishes to my coworkers.

Oh, very well, because, you see, a group of friends of the deceased

would like a street dedicated to Professor Di Pietro.

Don't worry.

Don't worry.

For us, the Di Pietro file is closed.

It's in the control office, to be sent to the district attorney.

Thank you.

Count on me for everything you need.

Thank you. Happy Easter.

Knight Commander, are you here for Easter?

No, no, no, I go to my parents-in-law at Circeo.

You have to soothe your nerves during festivities.

Luckily, it's a good day.

Good, yes. There was a big risk.

We'd have spent Easter here if the Di Pietro case hadn't been closed.

-Right, we were risking a lot. -Happy Easter to you and your family.

2ND SECTION - DEPUTY COMMISSIONER D. LOMBARDOZZI

It's not closed.

What, sir?

I say the Di Pietro file is not closed.

Brigadier Politoli, come here! Stop eating!

Here I am.

There's a discrepancy here.

-What are you saying, sir? -It's not me, they are saying it.

Sit here and read it.

And stop eating colomba!

Read. Come on!

"Statement of the attendant of the railroad crossing.

He replies to a question, 'I was sleeping, at three in the morning,

and after hearing violent braking, I went out and realized

that the clear estate car

arrived very fast, braking a few centimeters from the bar.

I lifted it. The car crossed the rails and went away.'

He replies to a question,

'I noticed no bruising on the car because…'"

-Why? -Why?

Why? Read. Come on.

"'Because it was difficult to see due to the car lights.'"

Read this other statement.

"Deposition of the mechanic, Perrella Settimio.

He replies to a question, 'I repaired the 500 estate car

that belongs to Provetti Armando as follows.

Windshield and headlight broken,

front headlight and…'"

-Did you see the discrepancy? -No.

No?

Brigadier Politoli, why are you still a brigadier at your age?

-Because I'm good. -Because you have no will.

You read and you don't understand.

Read this note from me.

"The mechanic says, 'The light is broken.' The attendant says,

'Both lights were on.'" What do we do?

What do we do?

Let's erase with white-out

and correct it. It's Easter, sir!

Brigadier Politoli, go to the typewriter.

-At your orders. -Write what I dictate.

Eminent Sir, examining magistrate,

in the statements,

I find a discrepancy, but I think it's a stupid mistake,

so I erase with white-out because it's Easter. Signed Politoli.

-What does this have to do with me? -What?

You don't erase a mistake with white-out.

Whoever made the mistake has to fix it!

Nobody's here!

The one who made the mistake is out!

The police machine stops at Easter?

Are we not here?

We are responsible for this office.

For you maybe, who got too old, have no ambitions, and are alone,

but for me, it's different. I want to build a career for myself.

I want to get this chance to shine.

Because I'm young, full of energy,

and I'm engaged.

-What do you do, sir? -What do I do?

I hurry up!

Is the attendant dead?

Bad luck!

Don't you know it's Easter, dear son?

-Are you the attendant, Frappane Romeo? -Yes, why?

Deputy Commissioner Lombardozzi, police headquarters.

I wish you a happy Easter, sir.

I have to go. I have a pan on the stove.

Where are you going?

Frappane!

You declared to the police… Is it lamb?

-It's cat! -Cat?

-Do you want some? -Go away, you dirty one!

If you don't know it, you can't understand.

It's tasty food. You can drink good wine with it.

You like wine, right?

Yes, especially Cannellino.

Yes?

Frappane, you signed a statement,

declaring that on the night of the 20th, an estate car stopped

at the crossing with two lights on, right?

Yes.

Both of them?

Yes.

Yes.

Now, explain this to me.

The mentioned car had a broken light.

Why did you see two lights on?

-What do I know? -Were you drunk?

I wasn't there.

What are you talking about?

-Please, don't ruin me. -Ouch, move.

-The vaccination. -Be good to me.

I had to leave the railroad crossing that night. I was desperate.

Your statement was false, indeed.

I was looking for my wife.

Doesn't she live here?

No, the vile woman!

I found a letter from her lover and I had to prove it.

You left your post for trivial reasons.

-What are you doing, sir? -A report.

A man like you? You look crazy. It's really dangerous, you know?

-Giving you a responsible role! -Wait, Doctor!

That night, my brother took my place!

He told me everything! The witness is not false!

Frappane, you're a miserable man! Don't make the situation worse.

Where does he work?

At the construction site, Gasparino Pisacane.

You should be hit by lightning!

Don't fake it, I know everything,

and I'm not stupid.

Come here and answer my questions.

It's the only thing you have to do.

Here. You keep my bag.

-You are the brother. -Yes!

-Frappane Riccardo, right? -Yes!

Frappane Riccardo, it says here that on the night of the 20th,

you were attending railroad crossing number 121.

Yes, to cover for this bastard!

-Do you hear him? -Yes, and I don't care.

Frappane Riccardo, you saw a car that stopped

at the level crossing.

Yes!

-He had both lights on? -Yes!

Shut up!

-Both of them? -Yes!

Shut up!

I can put you in jail!

-Are you sure? -Absolutely!

See, there's no need to remake the report.

The mechanic says the light was broken.

I don't care.

You quit your job and you say you don't care?

Frappane, what happened?

-Who is he? -The boss.

-Nothing. Just a chat with friends. -Who knows you?

-Who are you? -The surveyor, and you?

-Deputy Commissioner Lombardozzi. -Hi.

Frappane, on the night of the 20th, abandoned his post.

You ruined me!

Oh!

Frappane brothers,

you can quarrel later. I have to interview you.

Corpus domini nostri…

Take this.

-Oh my God, who is it? -Deputy Commissioner Lombardozzi.

I'm giving my thanks to God.

I have to interview you.

You already interviewed me three, four times. What do you want?

I need to check the body shop.

-Now? -Yes, now.

My family is here. We are going to Marino.

Can we postpone until after Easter Monday?

-We can't postpone. -You didn't come here to chat.

Don't interfere, lady. Police. Perella, make the sign of the cross and come.

Where are you going?

I'm going with this man to the garage. We'll see each other later.

If I may.

-I'm done with thanksgiving. -Let's go.

Mom, who are they?

I don't know! Ave maria…

So, the headlight was broken.

It doesn't say it was broken, it says I changed it.

It's 40 km to Marino!

No, he's ruining our day! What does he want?

Why did you change it if it wasn't broken?

Because the filament was broken.

Come on, kids. Be quiet.

Dad, we're hungry.

Come on.

If the filament was broken,

why were both lights on before the railroad crossing?

Sir, maybe before the railroad crossing,

the filament was attached.

It detached later.

Things like that happen, sir.

Come on, Daddy!

Come on, Dad. What does he want?

Let's go!

The bump broke the glass and not the light?

Right.

How long will this take, Dad?

Were there other damages on the front?

No.

-Be quiet. -Is the car here?

Yes.

Let me take a look.

Follow me, sir.

See the headlight?

Come on!

Quiet, kids. Only a minute.

My God, what a hit.

-Are you hurt? -Holy shit!

There's cold tap water.

Marisa!

Dante!

-Hi. -Hi, dear.

This is my friend Clara. My fiancé.

Sir Lombardozzi Dante. Nice to meet you.

-How are you? -Fine, and you?

Sorry, I have to say a few private things to my fiancée.

Today at one, I should come to lunch at your parents', but I can't.

But it's Easter!

Better to sacrifice at Easter

because the apparent discrepancy is becoming an interesting case

and I hope my superior officers will reward me.

I'm so happy! But I can see that you want to know more.

-It doesn't matter. -I can't tell you more, I'm sorry.

-When are you going to come? -Shall we synchronize our watches?

Mine says 12:06 and yours?

Twelve and six.

Nice, our watches get along too.

At 13:37, I'll be at your parents' place.

-Ah, well! -I will meet them. Shall I bring flowers?

-Don't bother. -As you wish, my dear. A kiss?

Ouch! I got my vaccination.

-Poor you. -Another kiss.

-Bye. -Bye.

Dante!

Sir Lombardozzi.

-How are you? -Fine, thank you.

Bye.

What do you say? Will mom and dad like him?

-You know what? -Eh?

-Why is his hair like that? -It's not bad.

-He looks like a griffin, no? -No.

DOG RACING TRACK

-Provetti, some information. -Bet on Pisellino, on the fifth race.

I'm not here to bet on the dogs. I'm Deputy Commissioner Lombardozzi.

What do you do?

You run over people and come here?

It was an accident.

You told the police you didn't see the victim,

you only felt the impact on the front of your car

and you thought it was a dog or a "matufo".

-Rock. -You said "matufo".

I have to play or they'll close.

How didn't you see Di Pietro? He was 1.80 meters tall.

-Are you short-sighted? -No.

-Presbit? -No.

How did you not see him?

Maybe he was peeing in the street.

A professor?

Now, it's started!

Here they are.

See, I lost money listening to you.

You made me lose 25,000 lire.

-Okay? -You would have won that?

Yes, so?

I have to work a whole week for 25,000 lire.

I'm sorry, wasn't the case closed?

If I may, I have things to do.

Things to do, eh?

I can't believe it.

Two thousand on Apache.

A thousand lire on Pisellino.

Yes.

-Pisellino? -He didn't even start.

…the results for the fifth race.

First place, Eccentrico.

Second place, Pausa.

Grandma, when are we eating?

My belly is on the floor! It's time to eat!

But I'm hungry!

Kids, don't use the ball inside!

-At what time did he say he'd come? -At 13:37.

Now, it's 13:37.

Here he is. Maria!

Get the door!

-It's the phone! -I'll go.

Hello, Dante?

What?

Mom made her Abruzzian maccheroni timbale.

You really can't?

-Is he coming or not? -Mah.

So, what is he doing? What does he say?

He says he's sorry, but he can't come.

He has a very important case.

-And who cares? -He could have told us earlier.

Maria, come on with the timbale.

First, the appetizers.

-Take off the soup plates. -Couldn't he postpone this thing?

-Mom! -Come on. Let's drink.

-He ruined her Easter, poor girl. -For sure.

I have never liked policemen and I was right!

It's not fair!

Please, Dad!

How's this fiancé?

I don't know. She says he's so handsome!

I've never seen a handsome policeman!

-Did you invite Lombardozzi? -Are you crazy?

-I thought you did! -No.

Good morning and Happy Easter, everyone.

Happy Easter, sir.

You work at Easter?

I have to, unfortunately. I'm not in your position.

I need to work a lot.

Five minutes. Just solve this doubt for me and I'll leave you alone.

Don't you have a fiancée?

Poor girl, for this inquiry, I had to turn down her invitation

to an Easter lunch with her family which I haven't met yet.

-In your report… -Can Giancarlo eat fried food?

No, fried food is hard to digest.

-Better a fillet, for your liver. -The kid?

Yes.

Your report says, "Professor Di Pietro is dead…"

-Di Pietro, the one hit by the car? -Yes.

It's fried brains and artichokes.

It says here that the Professor died from a hit to the left parietal bone

causing brain damage.

Brain and artichokes.

Only artichokes, Ubaldo!

-Talking about such things when we eat! -Brain, you say?

Sorry, I'm working. You wrote it.

But we are eating and not at an anatomy table.

-Shall we talk alone a bit? -Yes.

Please excuse me. Life in the police is nice but full of inconveniences.

Once I'll have explained

my concerns to you, you'll understand.

You make it simple.

-Mom, what is Dad doing? -Who knows.

Ubaldo! Today is Easter.

I'm playing the part of the car.

FORENSIC MEDICINE INSTITUTE

Hi!

Thank you.

Thank you!

Thank you, Your Excellence.

You are welcome, Your Excellence.

Colonel!

Attention!

At ease!

Where is he? Who is he?

Sir Colonel.

I am Colonel Di Pietro.

Brother of the deceased. Who are you? Why do you take this liberty?

-What do you want? -Deputy Commissioner Lombardozzi Dante,

police headquarters. The case is reopened due to new doubts and concerns.

Doubts? Concerns?

Which doubts and concerns are you talking about?

The case is closed.

Closed and reopened. Don't insist.

I want an explanation! Clarifications!

Your attitude is uncivilized! I fought in two wars

and you can't insult someone who sacrificed everything for his duty.

This is my duty. And I have a fever because of the vaccine.

-Don't let him go! -Leave me alone.

Outside, there are dozens of people and authorities!

And also a picket.

-I can ask them to vacate the premises. -You're crazy!

I can do it alone.

Ouch.

What happened?

They ordered a necroscopy. Apparently, it's something big.

Why?

Please, excuse me.

Make him turn.

Let's go!

No, my head will start spinning!

Come on.

Careful.

Sir, on the phone!

Phone call from Rome!

I have to go.

Let's make grandpa do it!

Let's go!

Let's blindfold him.

That's fine. Let's go.

Careful.

Where are you going? Come here!

Are you leaving?

-There's a problem. I have to go to Rome. -Will you be back?

-I'll call you. -The handkerchief.

Oh, yes. Bye.

Dad, are you going?

Yes, don't bother me. Tell Mom to get out of the way.

Where are you going?

What happened?

Evening, Knight Commander!

Let me through!

Let me through.

Go away. Go away!

Any statement?

Stay back.

What do you think happened?

-Do you know something? -We know everything!

What the hell happened?

Who dared call me?

-Him! -Me!

And who are you?

Deputy Commissioner Lombardozzi Dante.

Ah, yes. And?

The file was urgent, so I immediately started to work

and I noticed a discrepancy in the statements.

Since yesterday, all the offices were empty…

Well, it was Easter. Go on.

Doctor Longo's medical report notes

that the abrasions caused by the body hitting the ground don't explain…

Doesn't explain what?

Di Pietro was already dead when he was hit by the car.

He had been dead for almost four hours.

What are you doing? No.

-What? -There's my hat.

It was a sudden illness.

A heart attack.

-No, a hit on the head. -With an unknown object. Murder?

You talk like a criminology essay!

-Thank you. -It's Provetti's confession

that confused us.

Never stop at the first inn.

The fact that Provetti hadn't seen a man 1.80 meters tall

aroused my suspicions. He ran over a corpse.

His name needs to be cleared. Was I right, Commander?

-Yes, that's good. -The file is not at the deputy's.

Did I do well, Knight Commander?

Very well! How many times do I have to repeat it?

What do you want? A promotion?

You're too kind, Knight Commander.

For the Di Pietro case, we'll start again from scratch.

-Let's get to work! -From scratch.

Now, I'll give the news to those pains in the neck.

I come with you, Commander. You'll tell them it was thanks to me.

I'm here, Commander, at your disposal

for the inquiries, which you won't keep me out of.

No, you already spent too much time on the case.

Don't deal with it anymore and go to your office.

My office is in the basement.

I am Lombardozzi. My family has a tradition.

My father was a marshal and he made sacrifices for my studies.

A very good dad.

But he didn't pay for my studies for me to be a pen pusher.

There are no pen pushers here.

There are offices with officials,

all equally important and useful.

-Do you have any idea? -Yes, sir.

-Tell me. -Poor Di Pietro, the victim,

was staying at the congress hotel and was found 30 km away.

Why?

I… don't understand.

Speak clearly, boy!

-Cherchez la femme! -Oh, now you speak French.

There's a reason.

In his pockets was found an invoice for Champagne,

Moet et Chandon.

Well?

A small orgy?

Listen Lombardozzi, go to your office.

Don't work anymore on this. Understood?

Oh.

Your time will come.

Hi, dear ones. Don't stand up.

We've always suspected there was something behind it.

The solution of the case the way

it initially was presented to us

was never fully convincing.

Hence, we thought it was necessary…

He was very kind, you know, Marisa.

He congratulated me.

He patted my cheek like this.

Which is very rare for him. He's grouchy.

But I don't think he really knows my qualities, otherwise,

he wouldn't have said, "Go to your office."

Why do you grumble? Are you bored?

Listen, I don't want to distract you from your job,

but you still haven't met mom and dad.

They've prepared lunch three times and you still won't come.

Where are we going now? What are we doing?

Dear Marisa, I was the first to say I want to be your official fiancé.

I told you I want to meet your mom and dad.

But it's my job. I just don't get a break.

Dante, you're too frantic.

If the director doesn't give you such cases, why do you work so hard?

It's not a director but a boss.

I work so hard because I think about my career and our future.

Remember you're a commissioner's fiancée

and a commissioner doesn't stop for anything.

He doesn't have holidays or rest, like a doctor.

If you were engaged to a doctor, he would bring you to a patient's house.

And you, the commissioner, bring us to the murderer's?

It would be nice!

Have you found out who killed that poor man?

If we had, you know where I would be.

At your place, eating pasta.

Santarelli.

Which fills me up and does me good.

Beautiful like the daughter of Knight Donato.

You are beautiful. Who's better, Marisa or Dante?

See, you distracted me and I didn't see the stop signal.

UNDERGROUND FOR TERMINI

-Didn't you see the signal? -Honestly, I did not.

-Your license, please. -Sure.

-Deputy Commissioner Lombardozzi. -I don't know you.

Now you know me?

Excuse me. Maybe you could pay more attention.

Are you saluting me?

You won't fine me?

I don't know. Maybe you were on the job.

Did I say so?

-Dante! -Let me speak, Marisa.

I don't like inequities. Wouldn't you fine a common citizen?

-I don't think so. -Wrong.

If there was a violation, you need to fine me.

If you say so.

Not because I say it but because it's your duty.

Do you have a thousand?

CONGRESS HOTEL

Good morning.

Have you worked here for a long time?

Since the opening, sir.

Are you from the police?

Deputy Commissioner Lombardozzi. How do you know?

Well, it's easy to see.

You're smart. You see and understand everything.

My job taught me a bit about psychology.

-What's your name? -Ettore Gargiulo.

Do you stand guard here every day?

Day and night.

Did you know Professor Di Pietro?

I photograph every client once they pass in front of me.

So you'll remember Di Pietro going out for the last time on the 20th.

Yes, poor professor. Sorry. Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Do you remember if he went out alone that night?

Do you remember any interesting detail?

-I remember it very well. -Good.

So, tell me.

What do you mean? Speak up.

My passport is blocked at the central police station because of a silly fine.

-Could you help me? -Help justice and we'll see.

The professor went out that night after eight.

I noticed that he didn't greet me as usual.

Strange, I thought.

And then he went to that corner.

He was active. He walked ten kilometers every day.

-A bit crazy. -A bit.

And at that corner, he met a person,

a very striking one.

A cardinal?

No, a woman.

-One of those? -Yes.

Who would have thought!

Good Gargiulo, you're a good citizen.

Can you describe the woman in detail?

Yes, sure.

She was waiting there, on the corner, next to the car.

-She had red hair. -Red hair?

I remember her, even if she tried not to be noticed.

Yes, she got back into the car.

She was…

shapely, like many other women.

Yes, like the one over there.

See? She smiles.

For example, she plays along.

-Yes? -Eh!

You know everything, right?

Well, I stay humble. For my passport, is everything okay?

I don't know. There's a dedicated section for passports.

What happened?

Don't ask me questions when I'm on the job. Tell me.

Could you dress more appropriately?

-Maybe less flashy? More decent? -What are you saying?

-You're a commissioner's fiancée. -Dante!

Gargiulo.

Yes, Colonel.

What did he want?

Sorry, I was hungry.

Here they are!

Dad, a bit of manners!

And him?

He is not coming. He says a commissioner never rests.

-I knew it! -Dad has always given you good advice.

Tell him to go to hell.

-Already done. -Good.

Good morning.

Moet et Chandon.

-An Easter egg? -No, I'm looking for Champagne.

Do you want to buy it? It's good.

No, I don't drink. I need to know if, on the night of the 20th,

you sold a champagne bottle. Is this invoice yours?

This invoice is mine. Why?

The one who drank it is dead. I'm Deputy Commissioner Lombardozzi.

I only sell. I have a regular license for wines and spirits.

These bottles are from abroad.

I don't care. I want to know who you sold the bottle to.

-Let me think. -Think well.

We don't sell too much Champagne.

Yes, now I remember.

A tall man, old, with one of those women?

No, it was a boy, Ferruccio,

the night doorman at motel Aria e Sole, not far from here. I gave him the invoice.

-With tax? -He asked for it.

-What's his name again? -Ferruccio.

-And six. -Ah, Ferruccio.

-You are too lucky. -Another one?

Go away.

Guys, Ferruccio is free. Who is playing?

You're afraid.

-Hi, Ferruccio. -Who are you? Who knows you?

-Are you a concierge at motel Aria e Sole? -Yes, so?

Maybe you don't remember me, but I know you well.

Want to play?

You want to steal something else?

Stealing? I don't steal!

Holy smoke!

A Champagne bottle at 3,600 lire invoiced for 5,000.

Do you recognize this?

Ah, now I remember!

You're the one who tries to get in without being seen.

-I thought you were a sir. -Oh.

-Watch your mouth. -Stop it! Nuthouse told me.

Apparently, in the car, there was a famous person…

who didn't want to be seen.

Who is she? What did you call her?

-Nuthouse? -So?

-Maria, also known as Nuthouse. -Brigadier.

-A cappuccino. -A coke.

Are all pools taken?

Come on!

-Where can I find Nuthouse? -Did you lose her?

Can you help me find her?

Sure I can help you.

-Yes? -How much can you pay me?

Okay?

-Throw them away! -Hi, Commissioner!

-Oh, I knew it. He's a cop! -Hi.

When you need to recognize me, you don't. Where are you going?

Are you visiting poolrooms? They're all minors!

-Let me go! -I don't have the expertise.

-Are you running away? -Out, boys.

-Now, because of him… -Go away. You're minors.

-Are you serious? -Sure.

I told you, she did everything, Maria Nuthouse.

She got chalet number 12. I remember it.

-Number 12? -Yes, I remember it well.

She sent me to buy Champagne.

I came back and he was already in.

She kept the door almost closed, I didn't see him at all.

Don't you register the motel clients?

Of course we do.

Di Pietro wasn't registered.

There are clients who don't want to be recognized!

For you to keep the secret, they have to pay double. Room, Champagne.

No, sir, at motel Aria e Sole, everyone is satisfied with the service.

They all come back.

Well, don't count on Di Pietro, the pedagogue, to come back.

-Are we there? -Yes.

-Where is Maria? -She will come. It's her area.

Sir, be patient. Smoke a cigarette.

-It soothes your nerves. -I don't smoke.

We've been here for an hour. She won't come.

Maybe she was invited for lunch.

Actually, if she doesn't come…

I'd take advantage of this.

-Wait here. I'll make a call. -Fine.

Yes? Hello?

It's him.

-I don't want to talk. -What?

-Oh, come on. -Talk to him.

-What do I say? -Whatever you want.

She says she won't talk to you.

I'm the mother, yes.

We still don't know each other,

but it's nice to meet you, anyway.

You have a very nice voice, madam.

So youthful. You don't sound like a mother, it's incredible.

On the phone, you know,

you sound like a small version of Marisa.

We are a simple family, but we really love each other.

I've never had a complete family,

with a grandpa, and now I'm alone, I have no mom or dad.

I'm so sorry, poor guy!

Be in good spirits, Dante, and come soon to our place!

-She who has a mom shouldn't cry. -What are you saying?

Hello, Dante.

Marisa, I'm sorry. Sometimes I'm a bit hard on you.

I have my principles, but I love you, you know.

And you don't have to be sad. Will you forgive me?

Yes, I forgive you.

Where are you?

On the right path. And I did an excellent job today.

No, we haven't found the murderer yet. I've been waiting for an hour now.

And while waiting, I kept thinking of you.

When will I see you?

Even now, if you want. My job is over for today.

I'll have to surrender.

Do you think I can come?

Can I come? They are all there? Nice. Wait for me.

Wait, Marisa. A kiss?

No, Dante.

Why?

Marisa Santarelli is my fiancée.

I'm going for lunch at her place.

-If the red one comes, call me. -Yes.

I beg of you, Ferruccio!

Don't worry! Leave it to me.

Sir, there she is!

Oh no, now that I told Marisa I was coming!

Call that number and tell my fiancée I was going to see her,

but suddenly, the prey I was chasing arrived.

I hope she'll forgive me.

-Yes. -She'll be mad, but what can I do?

Where are we going?

Where are you taking me?

To a nice place suggested by a friend.

Where is it? It looks so far.

It's on the outskirts, but it's fantastic.

They told me you can do what you want and nobody will know.

What is it?

-Aria e Sole, the motel? -Yes, do you know it?

No, never been.

I can't tell you who I am. I'm a famous person

and I have to be discreet if I want some freedom in my love life.

I'm sure it's not the first time for you. You'll have met many secretive people.

You talk too much!

Stop. I want to get off.

-Let me get off! -Is it the first time?

We are there. See?

Is it a detached complex, all independent cottages?

Yes, sir, they go in and out and nobody bothers them.

That is why you pay in advance.

Do you like it?

Yes, but why are we here?

Why cottage number 12?

It's my number. At the hotel, I take room number 12,

at the roulette, I play number 12. My lucky number. Don't you like it?

I don't care.

-Is it fine here, sir? -Yes.

-All good? -Very good.

Go away.

It's nice here, right?

Why haven't you been here before?

I don't know.

Who knows what these walls have seen!

Well… Are you already…

What are you looking for?

Let's drink something strong.

Or do you prefer a bottle

of French Champagne, Moet et Chandon?

They don't have it here.

How do you know?

You said you've never been here.

Are you trembling?

-Eh? -What do you want from me?

-Who sent you here? -A friend.

Professor Di Pietro.

-Do you know him? -No.

-Really? -I don't know anybody.

-You're covered in cold sweat. -No!

He said, "Try the red one!

Nuthouse. I felt so good with her!"

-Are you afraid? -No!

I also want to try!

If it's true, I want to try it too.

-Oh! -What is it?

-Are you afraid of my body? -Do you have a gun?

-Yes. -Are you a policeman?

Yes, I'm a policeman. So what?

Policemen are good lovers,

except when you have a reason to be afraid.

-Who's the mysterious man? -No!

-Professor Di Pietro? -No!

-Did you come here together? -No!

-Did you sleep in this bed? -No!

What happened after?

Did you take a bottle of French Champagne?

Did you have an orgy? What did you do with the bottle?

Did you break it on his head? Were you alone?

Did you have an accomplice?

Who is it? Tell me!

Answer! Speak. Come on!

What happened? Maria! What's up?

I'm questioning you! I'm a commissioner in service.

You're white as a dead person.

Are you not feeling well? Are you hysterical?

You were already feeling bad, right?

I'll have to slap you! Oh!

RESTAURANT & BAR

He's in number 12.

I'll put you under the shower!

-Dante! -Marisa, you came!

-I was questioning her. -You swine!

-It was necessary, dear. -She insisted.

Shut up.

Marisa! Marisa!

Wait, Marisa!

Scoundrel!

-So these are your principles! Coward! -I'm bleeding.

-What are you saying, Marisa? -You go with a whore!

Yes, run after her!

Yes, go away!

That's why you never came home!

ROME

What… Oh my God!

What a bad punch, my Marisa!

TIRES

-Open up. I know you're here! -Who is it?

-Provetti? What are you doing here? -I live here.

Do you live here? She's hiding inside.

Ah, it's you!

-Who? -The pimp! Do you know what a pimp…

Ehi, you can't. This is my place!

Do you have a warrant?

-Open up! I'll break down the door! -Nobody's there!

I'll get you arrested too! Open! Where's the other door?

-I don't know! -You don't? Well, I know!

There she is.

You made her run away.

And this? Who called the police?

Nice!

The police are there, too. We'll take her back, you know?

Inside!

I confess, it was me!

Stop it. I can't anymore!

It was me!

I confess. I'll tell you everything!

I killed him!

What happened?

-And him? -He confessed.

-He confessed? -Yes, I confess.

I confess, I told you. What do you want from me?

-What's his problem? -Epileptic fits.

He knew he was lost and started to act crazy.

Keep him still.

On the bed.

Put a handkerchief in his mouth.

For the tongue.

How did you come to this conclusion?

And you?

The key was the headlight.

If it's true that Provetti's car light

is too low to hit a man standing.

It was too high to hit him while lying.

Provetti gave a complete confession

to the investigating judge too.

Commander, will there be a public statement?

Yes, there will be one.

Meanwhile, I can anticipate the facts

the way they appear from the confession.

I have the report here.

That night, Professor Di Pietro

stopped Provetti's car next to Aurelia

and asked for a lift.

The Professor was an alpine.

He loved to make long walks, to move.

He was a health enthusiast.

According to Provetti's confession,

they started to discuss politics.

Provetti is a very bad person.

A raté, the French would say.

He made some rough accusations against some directors.

The professor replied accordingly.

I'm reporting the fundamental points of his confession.

There were some heavy words.

According to Provetti,

it seems the professor gave him a backhanded slap.

A fight started between them.

Yes, and he hit him with the bag

of his car's snow chains.

Seeing that the professor was dead,

Provetti faked the accident

and after that, after the crossroad attendant had seen him,

he stopped the car and broke the headlight with a kick.

And it was this broken headlight that incriminated that fool.

How did you get his confession?

Did he confess easily?

Yes, quite easily.

Our officials pushed him into a corner.

I want to take this chance to praise my cooperators.

Sir Matarazzo, Sir Ippoliti,

and Sir Lombardini.

-All you had to… -Commissioner.

-Who is Lombardini? -Now, you can go home, guys.

Because we have a lot to do. Goodbye!

-Congratulations. -Dear.

Thanks, Doctor.

Tell the director about me.

-Good evening. -Good evening.

Knight Commander, can I…

Yes, go to my office.

-See you later. -Sure.

Let's go.

You are welcome, Commander.

You stuck your nose again in something that was none of your business.

But I have to tell you, your guess was right.

I thank you for mentioning my name,

even if mangled, and for the nice words…

No, no, it was my duty.

It's my duty to inform you about a detail I noticed, an interesting one.

-Ouch! -What happened?

A heavy blow on my nose that made it bleed.

-Speaking of Provetti, -Yes, Commander.

I hope the story of his epilepsy was true.

-Sure. Why? -For you. It'd be a problem if it was not.

-Are you joking? -No, not at all.

I haven't touched Provetti.

Let's stop talking about it.

Let's talk about the moment when you arrived suddenly,

saying I ruined your Easter.

-You did ruin it. -Do you remember what I said?

-So many things. -You should remember it.

My deduction struck you.

Cherchez la femme.

So what?

-I found her. -Who?

La femme. A red woman, very provocative, who that night

had an intimate talk with Di Pietro at motel Aria e Sole.

But the most surprising thing, Commander,

-is that following her, I got to… Tell me. -Where?

-Tell me. -You tell me.

-No, please, tell me. -You tell me!

At Provetti's.

Oh! Is this your discovery?

There's relevance in this.

Who says that the girl

didn't inform her pimp, Provetti,

about Di Pietro having a lot of money on him?

In this case, it would be premeditated murder for extortion.

No.

No, Commander. It's not possible.

-Why? -The money was on the deceased.

Lombardozzi, please.

What are you trying to say?

Murder, money on the deceased, Provetti is a pimp.

You can't deny those are odd circumstances.

What odd circumstances! There's a clear confession.

I can read it to you. Stand back.

Provetti says, "I reply to this question.

No! I had no accomplices."

Lombardini, sit down.

I want to be honest.

Sit down! I want to be honest with you.

We have to proceed with utmost prudence in this inquiry.

With a velvet glove.

That Professor Di Pietro, eminent sociologue,

educator, president of 50 conventions,

wanted to spend a different, joyful night, it's a men's

-affair. -The habit doesn't make the monk.

But we don't have to cover in mud the memory of this man

who had such importance in the nation's life.

Why do you look at me like that?

It would be useless!

The case is closed, otherwise, I would go on.

-I am a hard man. I'd arrest my mother. -And I wouldn't?

Yes, I know.

Please, come here.

What was the name of that woman

who apparently was with Di Pietro?

Maria Nuthouse. If you want, I can find her for you.

No, no, no, no. Your head is like a volcano.

-You never rest! -It's in my nature. I can't stop.

Listen, Lombardozzi, I have to confess to you one thing.

-I had underestimated you. -I know.

Three years in the basement, Commander.

That was your apprenticeship.

-It's a bit too much. -Understood.

You proved efficient and you deserve a prize.

-You wanted to move two steps up? -Yes.

I'll make you climb two flights. I'll move you here,

in Costantino Del Frate's office.

It's not true.

What are you talking about?

Sorry, my joy is so great, I don't know

how to express my gratitude. I'm so tired…

Go away!

-Yes. -Begone!

Pardon me again and thank you.

Ehi, they're moving me from under the stairs.

-What happened? -I moved him.

-To Sardinia? -No, here, to the office next door.

Listen, you have to find me a prostitute,

Maria, called Nuthouse. That's all I know.

Polidori, let's pack.

We are moving upstairs.

-Really? -Yes!

From now on, call me Commissioner Lombardozzi.

Eminent Commander De Vita,

thank you for the promotion you gave me.

I update you on my first accomplished mission

in the field of my new responsibility.

I'm happy, I don't discuss, and I always obey.

In my inspection of the boys' suburb,

I assure you that the minors Baragli Nino and Colangioli Otello

are behaving well and show signs of repentance.

-You write in capital letters? -I'm not used to these buttons.

It's not the buttons, your head is not working properly.

And I tolerate you only for the sympathy my dad had for you.

-I'm not mean to you, right? -You're nervous!

Yes, I'm nervous because Marisa doesn't want me anymore.

My satisfaction with my promotion is dimmed by this.

But let's hope that she'll understand and all will be back to normal.

But why do I talk to you? Write.

On these corrigenda, I have proposals

to submit to you, Commander.

You arrived at the top

of your career… Please, come in.

Who ordered these?

-Us. -You? Why?

-We have to eat! -Congratulations!

-Thank you! -But you're paying for it.

With pleasure, my friends!

This thought troubles me deeply. Polidori, have a toast.

Your friendship and solidarity…

What am I supposed to say? I'm excited because this section

is a big family, and on its door

hangs a blue ribbon.

Why?

Didn't the stork bring you Commissioner Lombardozzi?

-Cheers. -Cheers.

Let's drink to finally closing the Di Pietro file and to our careers.

Speaking of, did you know that girl, Nuthouse, is dead?

Sir Ippoliti and Materazzo, Commander De Vita is looking for you.

-One moment. -Goodbye.

-Sorry again and my best wishes. -Listen, Materazzo.

-Eh? -Who died? Nuthouse?

Yes, it was suicide with gas, found this morning by her brother.

-So, sir? -Eh…

Poor girl.

And miserable.

What are you writing?

"You arrived at the top of a poor and miserable career…"

This refers to Commander De Vita?

Yes. Isn't it too strong?

Polidori…

Who are you? A Martian?

Without a head, all nose.

Brigadier, but Lombardozzi is not there?

-He was promoted. He's upstairs. -Peluso.

-Here he is! -Who's that?

-I'm Attorney Zecca, defending Provetti. -What do you want?

My client wishes to see you urgently.

-I'm not in charge of the case anymore. -It's of utmost importance.

The case is closed for me.

He wants to see you in person.

-I obtained permission to visit. -Why me?

Thanks, sir, for coming.

I have to tell you I'm innocent. I confessed to something false.

Yes?

-Who killed Di Pietro? -It was Maria.

She killed him.

Yes. She can't prove you wrong now.

Don't say that. You know I confessed only to save Maria.

And you know it because you were about to catch her.

What do you mean, Provetti? You did it for love?

Do you have those feelings? With that face?

Yes, I loved her.

You can't understand, you're hardened by your profession.

Yes, I'm hardened. I can't understand such things.

Instead, you loved her and made her walk the streets.

What do you mean? It's work.

Attorney, you were right not to say anything.

-Otherwise, I wouldn't have come. -Commissioner, please. You, go on.

Sure, sir, I was also her pimp.

But if we don't protect them, who does?

And she was a miserable, poor girl.

She was a bit crazy,

otherwise, she wouldn't have stolen money

-from the professor. -There was no theft.

Because the professor woke up,

he started to shout and beat her.

She got the bottle and broke it on his head.

A bottle of Champagne bought by poor Di Pietro.

I, unaware of it all,

was sleeping. She called me during the night.

I got in the car.

There's this motel, all done from small houses, detached…

I know it. I was at the motel.

What a face you have.

-Provetti, why are you acting? -Why, sir?

It's the truth. Don't you believe me? We cleaned the room,

put the deceased in the car. My God, what a night!

Maria felt sick twice.

We were outside, I don't know for how long.

We wanted to put him on the street, but it was full of cars.

At the end at Boccea, there was nobody…

Should I believe this story?

Sure, why would I have confessed?

If they accused me only of the headlight,

I'd still be denying it.

If anything, they'd have made me a circumstantial process

and so, I confessed.

It's because of you that I'm here! You framed me!

Oh, Provetti!

I'm here to do a favor to the attorney. If you go on like this, I'll go.

You're free not to believe me, but I confirm what Provetti declared.

The other day, I tried to convince her to turn herself in to the police.

You can't imagine in what conditions I found her.

Maybe the fear of prison moved her to suicide.

Hadn't she died, what would have Provetti done?

What were you hoping for?

I don't know. Maybe she could have run away abroad.

She has an uncle in Venezuela

and she could have written a confession letter from there.

And I'm sure she left a letter.

-She wouldn't abandon me like that! -No, they'd have found it.

The first one to enter the room was her brother, Giovanni.

Did she have a brother?

He sells fruit and vegetables at the general market.

Her villain brother wants to ruin me!

He said I ruined his sister.

He also said he wanted to kill me. That's why I covered her.

Ah, not for love.

Well, for that too.

Yes? Listen, Provetti.

Don't tell me stories. You want to look like a little angel.

Now, I'll tell you what you are.

At 14, you stole the tricycle of the baker's shop boy.

At 15, you cut the cinema's seats with a razor.

At 16, you sold your sofas, bought a gun, and tried to do a robbery.

At 18, you were condemned for pickpocketing.

At 19, you bribed a 16-year-old girl

and you beat her 87-year-old grandma.

What does this have to do with the rest?

At 21, you're condemned by the military court

for faking mental illness and later for car theft, not helping your sick father,

scuffles, and it also says something about the dancing hall Sweet and the Lovely,

you have a son and refuse to acknowledge him,

you exploit three prostitutes,

you steal the savings of a cleaning lady in Val d'Aosta,

you try to drown her in Ladispoli. I can go on.

-I have a very long list. -There's no need, we know. Excuse me.

The law doesn't have to go in the past, says Machiavelli,

but provides for future things.

Attorney, attorney.

We all studied Machiavelli at university. Don't try useless displays.

Provetti, the conversation is over.

Provetti won't do 20 years.

Provetti Armando won't stay 20 years in jail.

Not at all. You don't know me.

Sir, I understand your embarrassment.

You contributed a lot to the incrimination of that miserable man.

-For this, you got a promotion. -How dare you?

What are you alluding to?

It was my duty if he'll be condemned

it's just his fault!

What can I do if he's a criminal?

Yes, but he didn't commit that crime, and you clearly understood it.

Dad!

-Sir, I'm here. -Polidori.

-What are you doing? -I'm taking advantage of the wait.

You're here for Maria's brother, not to buy groceries. Where is he?

He's in there. Are we still here for Provetti's case?

No. We came to buy artichokes.

Commissioner Lombardozzi, I need to ask you a few things.

-About? -Are you Maria De Santis' brother?

Yes.

You were the first to enter your sister's room.

And so?

Did you find a letter, a declaration written by Maria?

No.

-Are you sure? -Sir, let me work.

There might be an innocent in jail.

Who's innocent?

Provetti.

I don't know if he's innocent.

I only know he's dirty. He ruined my home and led her to suicide.

But he hasn't committed this crime.

Who told you that? My sister paid. Now, he should pay, too.

I understand you, De Santis.

If I had a sister whose life ended in such a terrible way,

I'd act like you.

I know you're disgusted

at the idea of helping Provetti because such people deserve to go to jail,

but I don't want to judge him on his past.

Sooner or later, he'll pay for everything.

He'll pay for your sister too.

I'm a commissioner. I made a mistake and I have to fix it.

If Provetti hasn't committed the crime, I have to look for the truth.

Like you have a duty to help justice.

I'm already doing it.

Condemning an innocent?

And who cares?

I haven't found a letter.

So, I understood everything.

I thought you were different, but you are the real dirty one.

Sir, are you provoking me?

It doesn't work with me.

I think he'll never tell us what he knows.

Not him.

-Who's that? -One who thinks he's smart.

Sir, you take it too personally. Provetti is a regular scoundrel.

Who cares? Did the girl kill the professor?

The concierge saw them go away together that evening?

I don't understand. What can you do now, sir?

I'll go to see the concierge and let him identify the corpse.

-I'll reopen the case. You go home. -Why?

You have to put away the artichokes!

Be serious. Come on!

Go fu…

CONGRESS HOTEL

Porter?

Thank you, sir.

-Listen, Gargiulo. -He doesn't work here anymore.

No? Where does he work?

In an international travel company, Airlines, nice place.

Police, Commissioner Lombardozzi Dante.

Did you employ Ettore Gargiulo?

-Yes. -Doesn't matter. Here he is.

Auf wiedersehen.

If you need anything,

you can call me.

Excuse me. What is Colonel Di Pietro doing here?

The colonel is our general director.

Dear Lombardozzi, what brings you here?

It's my pleasure, Colonel. I see you already forgot

my rough behavior.

You almost dislocated my shoulder.

Excuse me, but sometimes, I don't realize how strong I am.

That's nothing. How can I help you?

I need to ask a few questions to one of your employees.

Ah, come to my office.

-I'm in a hurry. -What's it about?

-Is there a new inquiry? -No.

-You're very active. -It's only my duty.

-Have a seat, please. -Thank you.

It's always about the reopened case

of your departed brother.

See, Colonel,

the night of the 20th, the poor professor…

was having, let's say, some fun.

-Fun? -Yes. A small pleasure.

He met with a joyful person.

-I don't understand. -One of those women.

She's dead. I'm here for this. Gargiulo saw them together that night.

His witness can clear a miserable man's name.

Send me Gargiulo.

Come on, Gargiulo.

The commissioner says he knows something

that could be of great importance.

I insist that you are at the complete disposal of the commissioner.

You know, I'm an old soldier, and a soldier loves justice and truth.

Thank you, Colonel.

Gargiulo, you told me the night of the 20th, Di Pietro went out.

Outside the car, a woman was waiting for him, with red hair,

who you know well. I say it because you described her in detail.

Now, that woman is dead.

You need to come with me to identify her.

A formality useful for justice.

I want to be useful to justice

but about things I know. I don't know anything about what you asked.

ITALY SICILY

That night, didn't you see Di Pietro going out of the hotel?

Yes, sure, I saw him.

-And there was a car outside? -Yes.

And there was a woman in it?

-No, sir. -And who was there?

-There were a lady and a man. -A man with red hair?

Red, green, yellow, I don't remember well.

Gargiulo, you have to tell the truth.

Commander, you were good as gold.

You gave me this job. Why should I lie now?

Mister Commissioner might be wrong.

-I said everything I knew. -You haven't told me.

Did you have memory loss? I can help you with it.

How dare you intimidate the witness?

-It's a crime. -Silencing the witness is a crime too.

We don't want anyone to keep quiet.

But you employ very well-paid illiterates.

You'll answer your supervisors about what you're doing.

-Do you know what my brother did? -No.

Tell me. I want to know.

He attended a session of the congress.

Who was with him? The names.

I have them on my agenda. I was there.

There was you,

Colonel Di Pietro.

The general…

The General.

Professor Cerioni.

Professor Cerioni.

Riccardo Piccirillo.

Riccardo Piccirillo.

Baron Filosto.

Baron Filosto.

His Excellency…

His Excellency.

Gentleman Montemurro.

Gentleman Montemurro.

Professor Mario Cattaro.

Professor Mario Cattaro.

Quick. Let's hurry up.

Come on. Hurry up.

-Quick! -Polidori!

Let's use velvet gloves.

-Come here, please. -Regroup!

-Can I call my attorney? -We are not in America.

Follow me, please.

-Of course I agree… -Come on. Let's be serious!

What do you have in mind?

That I should send to jail two old members of Congress,

a general,

an eminent doctor, all this without any proof?

Not one piece of evidence!

I've been doing this job for 30 years,

and if I had to incriminate all liars,

the entire Italy wouldn't have been enough to throw them all in jail!

What now?

What are you doing?

It's nothing, Commander.

I bite my hand.

It's a nervous gesture. Don't worry.

-I'm not worried. You have to calm down! -Why do you smile?

-My colleague smiles? -Are we in school?

-Smiling is not allowed? -No!

Be quiet!

What are you doing now?

The Di Pietro file.

This is my cinema card. Put it here.

The truth is,

everything happened because we have to hide the truth. Why?

A normal, illicit relationship of a personality,

considered to be an upright person.

-What are you mumbling, Lombardini? -Lombardozzi.

-What? -Lombardozzi.

-Lombardozzi, Lombardini, it's the same. -No, Lombardozzi.

Keep in mind that we live in times

of misunderstood moral strictness.

I told you to be quiet at your place.

Don't think such initiatives remain without consequences.

I'm ready to face them.

Then, go away. Out!

Our task is now over. What a hard-headed man!

And what's this? "My love, please, forgive me…"

It's for my fiancée, who left me for work reasons.

Please, go away and take the letter, the fiancée, and everything!

Have you seen his face? And his look? He looks a bit crazy.

Yes, a bit crazy and exaggerated, but he's very meticulous

and he's not wrong. The others are hypocrites.

I'd have thrown them in jail with pleasure.

Hello.

The Chief of the Cabinet.

Tell me, Commander. Thanks.

Very kind, you and your lady,

but I have to refuse your invitation because I'm very busy.

Yes, I'm also a bit in a bad mood.

Thank you again.

Dear Polidori.

I had been too involved.

I was wrong before and I'm wrong now.

The boss is right when he says I exaggerated.

Provetti is right when he says it's my fault.

Your fault?

Yes, partially.

Tell me the truth, Polidori.

Do you believe in my version?

Partially. I hope the court believes it.

If you don't believe it, how will the court do it?

With no proof,

without witnesses, and the ones we have are against us.

Provetti is lost.

-He has no way out. -Good.

-Polidori, do you sleep at night? -Deeply.

-I, instead, hear hooves. -What?

Lucky you!

The court.

The hearing starts.

This is the process against Provetti Armando, born in Rome

on April 3, 1930,

accused of the murder of Simeone Di Pietro.

Carabinieri, bring the attorney here.

Have a seat.

Provetti, did you hear the charges?

He confessed in front of the judge. Do you confirm?

No, I want to take it back.

What?

I take it back.

Always the same story. What are you trying to do?

Your deposition is precise and detailed.

They obliged me to confess. They beat me.

Disgusting scoundrel.

-Who beat you? -He tries to save himself.

But who does he hope to fool?

A lot of punches. They killed me.

Who punched you?

Come on, young boy.

Could you tell me who this violent person was?

Provetti, have no fear.

The name, please.

In this court, nobody will beat you,

so you can speak.

Commissioner Lombardozzi.

-Is he crazy? -Mister President.

Seeing the low morality of the accused, the statement doesn't surprise us.

We'll verify this.

Right, right. So?

We will summon Commissioner Lombardozzi.

The commissioner is in the court.

Is Commissioner Lombardozzi here?

Yes, President.

Please, come here.

The witness is summoned by the accused.

Come here.

The prosecutor agrees.

Unless the civil defendant is against it.

No objection.

Have a seat. Are you Deputy Commissioner Lombardozzi?

Commissioner Lombardozzi Dante, in charge of the second section at the headquarters.

Now, you'll have to provide…

-They want to get him into trouble. -But maybe it's true.

-Is he the type of guy? -Who knows?

From such a head, we can expect everything.

Have a seat. You, get up.

Stay here. Where are you going?

Come on, Provetti.

Repeat in front of the commissioner how the incident happened.

Come on. Speak.

He entered my house. It's breaking and entering.

He started to beat me to make me confess.

And he said, "Don't take back your confession or I'll beat you again."

He scared me and I confessed.

The certificate wasn't made by me.

They can check. I looked like a shadow of my former self.

A lot of punches. My brow arch was broken.

Blood coming from my mouth, my ears were all bruised.

I couldn't talk. I felt all swollen.

They wrote epilepsy.

But I, President, have never suffered from epilepsy.

Even when I was a soldier,

they recognized me as mentally healthy.

I used to be a bersagliere!

Provetti, look at him. Did he beat you?

Yes, it's him, President.

Commissioner Lombardozzi, you are an official,

you are a commissioner,

and you realize how serious

the declarations made by the accused in this court are.

So we wait to hear from you and will record in the report

an explanation for the incident.

The accused declares himself innocent, accusing you

of extorting his confession.

Commissioner,

your answer is decisive for Provetti's fate.

Is it true that you extorted it?

It's true, President.

Did you really beat the accused?

Yes, sir.

So, what's the value of this confession?

It's true, I'm innocent!

Thank you, Attorney.

I won, I won!

The truth always wins!

Clear out the court.

Silence in the court. You can go.

-Thank you. -The hearing is suspended.

The court will now retire to deliberate.

My son, how much trouble they caused you!

Your mom knew you were innocent.

My son!

But you ruined your career.

I wasn't destined to be a commissioner.

…has won the third race.

Give me 40,000. This was a good one.

…four minutes and 54 seconds.

-It's taken. -No!

No! Ouch! What are you doing?

LADIES TOILET

Now you can say I beat you.

Dante!

Marisa!

Well.

Here ends the story

of Lombardozzi Dante, commissioner.

And when Marisa,

good soul,

asked me,

"Are you coming to my parents'?",

I didn't want to come.

Not like this.

I'm alone in this world.

Not anymore.

He who has a mom shouldn't cry.

Thank you.

-When I was nine… -Come on. Eat.

So hungry!

-Do you really love him? -Yes, Dad.

I'm 30, Dad.

Now that you left your job, what will you do?

-I have a degree. When I was nine… -Eat, please!

-A job in our society. -Sure!

Thank you.

In the police,

we used to be a nice family,

but this is better.

I know it's better.

-Is that the grandpa? -Yes.

Have you finished?

SIMEONE DI PIETRO STREET SOCIOLOGIST-EDUCATOR

SANTARELLI PASTA MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL

THE END

Subtitle translation by: Irene Santulli