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HOW TO KILL A JUDGE

The events, characters, and names
in this film are fictional.

Any resemblance to actual events,
characters, or names is coincidental.

Good morning.

Yes.

What is it, De Tonnari?

I'm bringing you a case.
Defamation of a State Prosecutor.

It has to do with a film.

- To do with whose film?
- Giacomo Solaris'.

- And it's presently being projected?
- It is.

Would you say it's an attack
against one of our prosecutors?

It's an attack against you personally, sir.

- So I've inspired a film, have I?
- It's slander.

It's simply disgusting.

Get a copy of the film.
I want to have a look at it.

We hit the jackpot.

- Well?
- Court ordered. They got a print of the film.

Right now, it's being shown to Traini,
the State Prosecutor.

- Where's your bright film director?
- In there. I better tell him, I guess.

We've declared war
against every Mafia politician in town.

- And then there is...
- I've got news for you.

State Prosecutor Traini
has sent out a court order.

The film?

Our lawyer here says it's being screened
for him right now.

- He's gonna have a heart attack.
- I wouldn't underestimate Traini.

He's not the type to have a heart attack.

Well, until he calls, stay by the phone.

Is that supposed to be me?

Yes.

Somewhere they found an actor
with a face that slightly resembles yours.

Though he's much older.

- Who did the screenplay?
- Oh, it's Giacomo Solaris.

The director?

- Didn't he do an anti-Mafia film?
- Precisely.

In this scene,
the region's Prosecutor General...

has to appear before
the anti-Mafia committee hearing.

He has to answer to charges that he's been
collaborating with Mafia politicians.

And what's the conclusion...

since the committee never took
the slightest exception to my operations?

The conclusion is that the committee
is probably run by the Mafia.

- That's...
- That's not all.

There are flashbacks
telling the wrongdoings...

the Prosecutor committed
during his career.

Well, that should be enjoyable.

Boom.

I could've told you
they would've shot this in slow motion.

That's how Inspector Tesi was murdered.

Yes, it's one of the killings they attributed
to the Mafioso Carmelo Bellolampo.

In the film, naturally,
the names have all been changed.

I should hope so.

And soon now they're going to accuse us
of covering up for the bosses...

- and letting the whole thing fall through.
- There's more.

They go on to claim the Prosecutor
hid evidence against Bellolampo...

- cutting his prison term in half.
- Oh, but that's nonsense.

The story's so old, it's not even news.

Who's this charmer?

It's their idea of Bellolampo,
who's free now...

thanks to their Prosecutor.
Nobody's seen him since...

claiming that that's how it is in reality.

It's good casting, no?

This is what I find intolerable...

- monstrous.
- Calm down and enjoy it.

This is the part about the informer, Lipari.
That prostitute's brother.

Yes, yes, I know who he is.

A mental case. I questioned him personally.

He claimed to know
something about Bellolampo...

about Inspector Tesi's death...

the car with dynamite in the upholstery.
All nonsense, lies.

Look at that, sir.

No one's sitting in that place.

They've underlined the fact...

that you examined the prisoner without
a clerk to take down his testimony...

- which he's entitled to.
- He was very ill.

He got sick on the way to court
and there was no one to replace him.

Yes, but they claim
the clerk was absent on your orders.

Because you didn't want anybody else
present to hear the testimony.

A couple of days after,
Lipari was found dead.

Killed.

They want to give the idea,
the impression that he knew too much...

that might embarrass the Prosecutor.

They're alluding to the fact
that Lipari, having spoken out...

was hoping that you'd be lenient,
but instead was lead to his death.

Are you aware of what they're saying?

They're actually accusing the Prosecutor
of being a...

Look, they've even managed
to get me killed.

THE END

The Prosecutor kills Lipari,
and the Mafia kills the Prosecutor.

Happy ending.

Tell me, how do people react
when the Prosecutor gets killed?

I can tell you. By applauding.

- Darling.
- Good morning, signora.

I'm sorry you had to see
this misguided effort, my dear.

I saw it yesterday.

I was the one who asked De Tonnari
to make you view it.

- They lack all respect for you.
- Is that your interpretation?

If I may, sir, we've got a perfect case here.
Defamation of character, clear and simple.

We could easily put them under arrest.

You must learn to pace yourself
on meeting out justice.

You have to go more slowly, De Tonnari,
especially when things are difficult.

I don't approve.

You hesitate,
they'll think you're being weak.

Arrest them.

Today at the movies
a woman got up and screamed:

"Shame on you!
You can't talk about the magistracy!"

- How boring.
- Two people got into a fight...

and wound up in the hospital.

That works.

Send this to the editor.

State Prosecutor Traini
has a lot more to answer for than that.

Boy, the film's really set them
on their ears, hasn't it?

Yeah.

Hey, how about that case against
the Bankers' Credit Association.

What a scandal. I can't wait to see the trial.

- He's avoided it for six years.
- The police.

I'll put it plainly for you.

If the film goes out, everybody's cool
and nobody gets subpoenaed, right?

- What's the official story?
- Misinformation. Calumny.

You bully boys got here too late.
The Prosecutor saw the film.

Your next picture it will be in a pig's ear
that you get my help...

with all those police cars,
and equipment, and parts.

What are you?
You got some political angel, huh?

The only bigwig I know is you.

No, the only pigeon, the only sucker.
But you don't give a damn.

You'll be gone
in a couple of weeks, anyway.

The day Traini gets the whole picture,
I get my tail kicked in.

For me, you mean long misery. Deprivation.

Get the hell out, Giacomo.

Giacomo!

- Telephone.
- In a minute.

Hey, Zamagna, let's have a drink later.

Thanks.

- Hello?
- Solaris?

- Yes.
- This is Antonia Traini.

I was given this number.
I didn't know where to find you.

Your hotel told me to try here.

My husband and I would like to invite you
to have dinner with us tomorrow evening.

- Would 9:00 be all right?
- Yes.

- At 9:00, then. You will come?
- Of course.

Goodbye.

Signora Traini. She called just now.

I've been asked to dinner tomorrow night.

- Good evening, sir.
- Good evening.

This way.

You've met my wife, didn't you,
signora Traini?

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

I remember perfectly.
We met at Taormina last year.

Exactly.

At Senator De Marco's villa,
overlooking the sea.

- Yes.
- Beautiful.

One of the loveliest views in the world.

- Excuse me.
- Of course.

- You are signor...
- Solaris.

Do all directors wear ties?

- I'm sorry, I didn't...
- It's not important.

My husband is waiting for you.

Antonia.

Are you looking for me?

- This is signor Solaris.
- Pleased to know you.

- Thank you.
- My assistant, De Tonnari.

- It's a pleasure.
- Excuse us, dear. Come.

- You know Senator Terrasi.
- Yes. How do you do?

- Very well.
- Signor Catalani.

- From the Bankers' Credit.
- The President.

You're a movie director.

I could tell such stories about Palermo
you can't imagine.

- There's a lot to learn in this city.
- Our dear cousin, Princess Alberese.

I'm sure signor Solaris already knows
a great deal about our city.

I've already been to Hollywood.

- Two Westerns.
- He doesn't shoot Westerns.

Come.

- Right to the point.
- It's the best way.

I would never have allowed him
to enter this house.

As our little starlet out there,
I might as well come to the point.

Am I your film's Prosecutor, yes or no?

Well, that's a decision that you could make.

You could have simplified things
and called the character by my real name.

But then the film would've been
sequestered immediately...

- and I wanted the public to see it.
- And to break their faith in justice?

No, to regain some faith in justice.

My young assistant, De Tonnari,
another champion of justice...

has drawn up a charge against you...

for defaming a public official.

Your accusations
were both false and heavy handed.

- In court they'll want proof.
- Thanks.

- I'll prove it.
- How?

- Take me to court, and I'll prove it.
- Then you have faith in our court system?

No, in the effects of a scandal.

- The sentence is a forgone conclusion.
- You already know the sentence.

I can ask clemency.

You were allowed to use our jail
in a scene or two.

But staying there as a prisoner
is something else.

The same thing the warden said.

He read a bit of the film
and said to me as a joke:

"You are going to be
a customer here someday."

And that's the price
you're ready and willing to pay...

provided you can see me stand trial...

and it's immaterial
whether I'm sentenced or not.

It's the scandal, the insinuations.
For you, that's all that really counts.

It may disappoint you, signor Solaris.
But, we...

magistrates are a breed of soldiers
who nurture no love for war...

- and we're not immune to human suffering.
- Glad to hear it.

How is it you had no difficulty
during the shooting of the picture?

Shooting permits?

I got a little pull
with somebody in the Mafia.

And a little police help, right?

Do you know Commissioner Zamagna?

Zamagna?

Oh, yeah. The one from the patrol squad.

Sure, he met us halfway,
but only after getting the okay from Rome.

He's very strict.

Excuse the intrusion, gentlemen,
but dinner is ready.

- Kitty, over here. Come.
- Mr. Solaris.

- Right opposite.
- Look, I adore...

Do be seated. I'll be right there.

Signor Solaris.

I was almost certain you wouldn't come.
We're so glad you did.

I take it then
my husband accepted your apology.

Actually, signora,
I don't think he expected an apology...

and I didn't offer one.

Well then, didn't you talk?

Hardly.

Hardly?

Really? Come.

Take a look at this.

We're only at the beginning.
Someone threw a rock at my son.

Someone who is inspired by your film,
no doubt.

Tomorrow maybe we may be hit
as we're walking down the street.

Your work is worse than any scandal sheet.

You hide...

take refuge behind moral pretensions,
half truths.

It's amazing, quite frankly, that my husband
hasn't put you under arrest.

I wouldn't have been so generous,
believe me.

Am I to assume that you'd rather not
have me at your dinner table tonight?

Yes, you are.

Tommaso, darling,
what are you doing out of bed?

Daddy tucked you in an hour ago.
Come on.

Pietro, signor Solaris is leaving.

No, no, I know the way out. Thank you.

Excuse me.

- Are you Giacomo Solaris?
- Yes.

- Selimi.
- Oh.

Palermo's rising political star.

The competition was weak.

- You weren't leaving, were you?
- Yes, as a matter of fact.

Pleased to have met you.

- Your Honor.
- Good evening.

- Hello.
- Selimi.

Excuse me.
Could I speak to you for a minute?

Is what I heard true?

That you're going ahead with the case?
Bankers' Credit Association?

- Yes, I'm examining it now.
- Make your examination...

but then lock it up
and lose the key, all right?

Selimi, I won't permit this sort of talk.

If it's brought to court,
I can forget my career.

And I can forget mine...

if it isn't brought to court.

Your position right now
is not nearly as important as mine is.

- It is not my opinion.
- Gentlemen, my wife is waiting.

- I have to know what your intentions are.
- You don't have to know anything.

I want to know,
is this case is being brought to court?

Selimi, you're a qualified politician.

But you've yet to learn to curb your tongue.

That's no way to obtain
what you really want.

I'm to get the ax is what you mean.

You're not going to dictate my opinions
in this case.

Clear?

Get up.

Here's your tip.

- You're Giacomo Solaris. Say hello.
- Charmed.

- My daughters.
- Charmed.

- Pleasure.
- Bye.

What did he say, huh?
How was His Highness?

With his cloak, and his crown,
with a hammer in his hand?

Spitting out the sentence.
Ten years to you...

because you're a guy with a family
who can find no work...

and you rob to eat.

What are they gonna do?
Are they gonna arrest him?

Takes more than a film to stop a judge.

- What the...
- Just testing the brakes.

There's nothing to worry about.

- Are you trailing me now?
- I'm talking to you now.

You went to see the Prosecutor.

- I was invited to dinner, to be exact.
- And?

- He asked about you.
- And you said?

Didn't you say
you couldn't stand the sight of me?

No questions. I want answers.
And you said?

- I didn't tell where I got the police cars.
- But you let him figure it out.

I didn't tell him
the Mafia's got you on their payroll.

- That's 'cause you can't prove it.
- What if they investigate?

Then Police Commissioner Zamagna
pleads innocent.

Traini also invited those two politicals,
Selimi and Darazzi.

I thought they were enemies.

No, they'll love each other.
The Prosecutor wants it.

- What does Bellolampo say?
- He always backs the strongest hand.

Why don't you... Can't you arrest the guy?
Did somebody order you not to?

Before I can arrest the guy,
I've got to find him, don't I?

Captain, how many times have we been
out there this year for Bellolampo?

Thirteen, if you include tomorrow.

Tomorrow? Why don't you let me tag along.
I promise not to breathe a word.

No. We're all sold out tomorrow. Ciao.

And if I told the State Prosecutor...

that you gave me
some of the information...

Damn the moment
you walked into my office.

I don't know why I encouraged you.

Because you acknowledge
my superior intellect.

That's crap.

Just like I said.
There are cops all over the place.

It's a set-up.
They're all dressed as workers...

and there are two cars
with plainclothes men around the corner.

Call me when they're through.

Yeah.

They're at the clinic.

Our friend?
Does that mean he's in bad health?

- It may.
- Call me back and tell me if they get him.

If that's the case,
we'll have to pay the informant.

Generously.

If what he said is true.

Get out. Go on, go on. Get out of here.

Don't trust anybody, Carmelo.

Stay right where you are.
Don't trust anybody, you hear me?

Carmelo, you hear me,
what I'm telling you?

Who's got a cigarette?

Come on, Carmelo,
you got to keep off cigarettes.

You told us not to give them to you.

Come on down. Come on.

Oh, look who's here. Cecil B. De Mille.

Sorry, we couldn't put on
a better show for you.

Our pet patient never showed up.

What're you doing with that?
The war is over.

Or should I say it's just begun?

An artificial kidney
doesn't cost much these days.

And a Mafioso like Bellolampo...

Can afford to have one in his own home.
I know, I know.

But the police are vigilant and patient.

We follow every lead to satisfy the...
Our taxpayer.

Our salaries come out of their pockets.

Excuse me, but I feel last night
we left some things unsaid.

I have nothing to add.

But you can't provoke me
as you did without a reply.

- Look, I'll go, but...
- This moment, please.

- Good morning, Doctor.
- Oh, good morning.

This is where the Princess Alberese,
our cousin, lives.

She wouldn't approve
of your being here with me.

That was the family doctor.

If I had told my husband... Imagine that.

I realize that I've bothered you.

I can forgive you
for what you said the other evening...

but this isn't about you or me.
This is not personal.

Well, enough. You have something to say?

Tell it to a judge.

A judge like your husband?

Then choose one you trust.

Strange, you say we don't have faith
in justice, but it's you.

- You're all afraid. Your husband, you.
- Will you please? This is ridiculous.

Why doesn't your husband
take me to court? Answer that.

I'll answer it for you.
You have everything to lose.

Go to your lawyer.

There's plenty of material
for you to sue me.

I have cut up this whole city,
but no one who will sue me.

Why don't you do it?

Listen, I want nothing to do
with your intrigues. Clear?

Here is something much more prosaic.
Why don't you and your husband...

have dinner with me tonight?
Just the three of us.

We can discuss my film at length
and cut it to pieces.

I have one last suggestion.
Forget the whole thing.

It was all a mistake.

That's for sure.

You can't call a film like that entertainment.
It's propaganda.

- We should have more films like that.
- Right.

Give me an olive.

Signor Solaris.

The things you said,
can you really prove it?

He was sentenced to life, the poor kid.
I was his sister.

He told me, "I got to talk.

"I'm gonna tell them who made me
put that bomb in the car.

"It's not fair that I gotta be stuck here
in this rotten jail...

"and the big shots take it easy,
sitting pretty."

"No," I told the kid,
"Wait for a pardon, don't fight.

"If you talk,
they will shut your mouth forever."

But he said, "No,"
'cause Prosecutor Traini told him to talk.

He said, "Traini is gonna help me out."

- I said, "Don't fight, play dumb."
- Did your brother talk?

Of course he talked.
He talked to Prosecutor Traini.

And two days later, they killed him.

- You said this lady was a writer?
- A newspaperwoman from up north.

Up north?
Is that why you wear these glasses?

You're afraid somebody might see you
together with me.

Why does somebody put on glasses
when they have such beautiful eyes?

Your brother, you said, was killed.
And then?

Then those that killed him
came over to the house to talk.

"Your brother Michele Lipari was a traitor,"
they said, "and he died in prison.

- "But we wish you a long life."
- Meaning that?

Meaning that it was a message
from the part of His Royal Highness.

- Who is that?
- The Mafia.

- Bellolampo.
- Bellolampo. He gave me a little dough.

He paid for the funeral service
and told me to keep my mouth shut.

You took the money from him.

I got to be sorry for it, too?

He could have been offended.
He doesn't fool around.

You got to be kidding.
No one's going to believe her.

A woman like that. It's ridiculous.

You can still tell the truth,
without being a lady.

I suppose so.

Would a girl of good breeding
suit you better?

An intelligent girl who knows
more about prosecutors than you do.

She's a journalist.

Caught between a writer and a prostitute.

How about signor Vezzi?
He's very respectable.

- Vezzi?
- I'm talking about a court clerk...

who was missing
when your husband interrogated...

the informer, Ivo Lipari.

Your husband's court clerk
ought to be dependable, don't you think?

He should be a man beyond reproach.

Tony, hurry up,
we got more posters over here.

- Put the exclamation point.
- Yeah, yeah. What about the free tickets?

- Tonight, tonight. Come on.
- Good film, huh?

They get free tickets to your picture.

Lessons in violence.

- I can't figure out that woman.
- About what?

How she can be so sure
of her husband's innocence.

It could be love.

- The crippled boy? He's not her son, is he?
- No, he's not.

The child was born
through Traini's first marriage.

Well, looks like it's been a waste of time.

- You're going, and nothing's done.
- We made a few people nervous.

That's something.
Stop complaining and get your coffee.

A thoroughbred like Traini is not going
to be put down because of a film.

He's totally indifferent to small fry like us.
And so...

He'll get you.

He's not only a thoroughbred,
he's a Sicilian.

- Do you pay your taxes?
- Sure.

- You sure of that? They're all paid?
- Well, as far as I know.

- They'll get you. Be careful.
- Yes?

- Who's speaking?
- Solaris.

I'm a newly appointed judge
here in Palermo...

signor Solaris, and I want to say that...

I'm in total agreement with your film.
It took courage to speak out like that.

How I wish I could do the same myself.

- You're a judge?
- Yes, that's right.

Most of us secretly agree with you.

We're glad to see
the response your film is getting.

- Thank you very much, sir. You're a judge?
- Forgive me for not telling you my name.

I'm sure you understand.
Keep up the good work.

It's probably a phony call.
But who knows, it could even...

- Come in.
- Your chauffeur's here.

Chauffeur? Who called a chauffeur?

- My luggage is ready.
- I'll take it down, sir.

I bought a brand new car.

The state contract is worth 100 million lire.

That's not too bad, huh?

- Well, thank the Lord, I'm doing all right.
- Yeah. A real Mafia bigwig.

- What do you mean, Mafia?
- It doesn't exist.

- It's noise, it's just a craze.
- It's a lot of baloney.

Yeah, the sort of thing
that tourists like to hear.

But you've got
Mafia protection everywhere.

And they fatten you like a kewpie doll.

Yeah, without the Mafia,
what would you have done?

I wouldn't complain.

If there wasn't a Mafia,
you would probably be on your own...

making your own deals,
without recourse to blackmail threats, etc.

- You do a lot of pushing around, huh?
- Who?

Yeah, you're not as rough
as some of the others, but rules are rules...

- and you abide.
- Yeah, so you blame me?

Who is your political connection,
Terrasi or Selimi?

The important thing is to be
everyone's friend.

- Then everybody is happy, including me.
- I'd be happy, too, for 100 million.

There's not much left when you're through.

Tell me, who gave the information
you put in that film?

- You, for one.
- Nothing new, though.

- Certain reporters.
- They're all wet.

- And Zamagna.
- He's full of hot air.

For you, we got to be all alike.
Who am I, for you?

- You're a crook.
- No, you're the crook.

- No.
- All right, I'm the crook.

Traini must have changed his mind.
They are out to get me after all.

Always checking me.

What noise.

Hey, signor Solaris, remember me?
I was one of the stars of the film.

Reporter.

- I gotta park the car.
- Okay.

It's him. He's sold out.

- Hey, what's going on?
- They're here for you.

Everyone wants to know
the most famous director in Palermo.

Cut it out.

Giacomo Solaris.

My God,
what's the whole police force doing here?

They're going through
all the passengers to find the killer.

What are they going to find?

- They can look all year.
- They finally killed the old son of a bitch.

Murdered?

They murdered Traini.

Giacomo, somebody just killed
Prosecutor Traini.

- But why?
- No one knows nothing.

- But...
- No one knows nothing.

We can close the airport.
We checked out all departures.

We broadcast an alert on all highways
leading out of Palermo.

Your attention, please.

All passengers,
including those on national flights...

are requested to present identification
and a passport...

They're gonna control your passport.
Come on.

Hey, you're gonna go on that plane,
understand?

No.

Giacomo, for God's sakes,
don't get mixed up in this thing.

The truth is gonna come out,
and I want to hear it.

You can hear it on the radio. Go home now!

My conscience is clear. You go home.

Stupid idiot, I swear...

I'll break you in two, put you in a suitcase
and send you back.

Well, you coming or do I look for a cab?

Give me that.

- Where are we going? Traini's house?
- No, to where he got killed.

- You mean you got the address?
- No, I don't. But the police are on their way.

Who would want to murder him? Nobody.

The Prosecutor was a head pin
that kept things in order.

Everyone's gonna go wild.
It's each on his own.

You get me, Giacomo?

Strange. I never saw a man that got killed.

Well, I have. When I was a kid. My old man.

What's going on now?

A lot cars going around,
the body is still there.

- How did it happen? You were here?
- Who was here?

Look, the stand is always closed
on Monday morning.

- Besides, I don't know nothing. See?
- Hey, fats.

We gotta ask you a few questions,
come on.

- To me?
- Yeah, you. Come on.

All right.

Hey, let them figure it out. Come on.

- I'm staying.
- Don't fool.

- Will you...
- But the police are there.

- Yeah, they are supposed to be.
- But, call me if you need Turuzzo.

Giacomo, keep cool.

Calm down. Turuzzo will drive you back.

Giovanni, you forget
how to say good morning?

- Good morning, sir.
- That's better. Ciao.

Signor Terrasini, if you want
a fast worker who is pretty strong...

You want to work for me? All right.
Tomorrow, huh?

Giacomo, where the hell have you been?
For God's sake...

don't let anyone question you
and don't make statements to anyone.

- What was Traini doing here?
- He was found early this morning...

by one of the park workers.
He was shot, yet no one heard...

If you ask me,
obviously he had an appointment...

with somebody who couldn't be seen...

who had something very important
to say to Traini.

Bellolampo.
This is the way he always operates.

Let's meet at the paper in an hour.

Come over here,
I want to take some pictures.

- Stand here.
- What are you doing? You crazy?

The leg. Get a picture. Close.
The leg and the blood.

- I thought you left town.
- Who did it?

Do they know?

Why, don't you?
You wrote the whole story.

There's Traini's house.
What do we do now?

Stop here. Don't get too close.

Those two are plainclothes men.
Zamagna's boys.

If we stay parked here,
they'll inform the Captain.

Let's go to my hotel.

Look here, the place is full.
Everybody's going to see your film.

INVESTIGATION AT THE COURTHOUSE

- There.
- Finally.

Signor Solaris, what about the murder?

Who do you think did it?

- Why ask me?
- You must have an opinion.

How should I know?

Is it true that the film is closing...

- as a sign of mourning?
- Have you visited the crime scene?

- Listen...
- Excuse me, signor Solaris...

- what are the consequences?
- Have you been questioned?

Signor Solaris, just one more moment.

Signor Solaris, you are a prophet.

I saw your film. Listen to me.

- I have to talk to you.
- Please don't bother us.

- Get out of here. Go.
- But it's very important.

- I'd like to know why you're staring at me.
- I'm sorry.

Listen, there's a correspondent
from French television.

- What television?
- It could be interesting.

- Take my advice.
- No.

Cheers.

A toast. Here's to Traini's killer.

What are you doing?
What's wrong with you? You going mad?

Go on. Go on.

- Let's go, come on.
- Will you please get out of here?

- Hello.
- Hello. This is Solaris.

I would like to talk to signora Traini.
Please, it's urgent.

- I'm afraid that's not possible.
- When could l...

I'm sorry, she can't be disturbed.

A sense of outrage was felt throughout
the country today over the killing...

of the State Prosecutor of Palermo,
Alberto Traini-Luiz.

Among those expressing their condolences
for the Prosecutor's death are...

the President of the Republic,
the President of the region of Sicily...

and the Minister of Justice.

The police...

on the direct orders
of the Secretary of the Interior...

are doing all they can to find the culprit
and solve this terrible crime.

Prosecutor Traini was spotted last at...

- Yes, hello.
- Giacomo? It's Alvaro.

I'm calling from Rome.
Did you hear the news?

Everybody in the country
is going to see your film.

We're breaking all records.
Traini couldn't have died at a better time.

What a break. Giacomo, Giacomo.

In Rome, they want to know...

how much we're compromised
as a political party.

That's exactly the point.

We can't allow ourselves
to be compromised as a political party.

Everyone knows that the State Prosecutor
was connected to us.

I agree with the State Attorney's office.

This is about the revenge
of someone that Traini condemned.

And if it turns out not to be that way?

You have to tell everything.
What do you know?

Me? Nothing.

Some of the press are talking too much
about that bank trial.

Traini would never have held that trial.

He told me he would.

I wasn't afraid of that trial.

Neither was I.

I wanted it. Especially to prove
that I didn't take any money.

That remains to be seen.

In any case, the money I took
all went to the party.

So we all had a motive...

even someone in the government.

A reason?

What kind of language is that?

Have we all lost our minds?

Okay, okay.

We can all get out of this...

but only if there's party solidarity.

That's not always possible.

That's what you're getting at.

The journalists are accusing Bellolampo.

You'd think they were running
a publicity campaign.

And the name Bellolampo
is associated with you.

Why didn't you complain
when they were associating him with you?

Well, I didn't go and lose my head.

All right, all right.
That's enough now, Terrasini.

- Let's get to the point now.
- You already know the whole story.

It's a known fact that Traini
had every intention of replacing Selimi.

He fooled around too much on his own.
It just couldn't go.

- Politically speaking, that is.
- So I was driven to...

What do you think I am?

- No. You've got to be kidding.
- Nobody's kidding here.

You mean everyone's against me?

- You think that I was...
- We only think that the party's...

been compromised, and that Selimi
should have the good sense to resign.

For reasons of health, eh, Selimi?

A move like that so near the elections.

What, do we want to be ruined politically?

No, Terrasi wants to ruin me.

Especially so near the elections.

From what I'm hearing,
the situation is really serious.

This is ridiculous.

He, Terrasi, is every bit as implicated
in this thing as I am.

No one has the right to deny me
the party's solidarity.

No one. You can't.

We'll be late for the funeral.

What can we resolve like this?

This is the only way to let our adversary...

- to take away...
- A situation like this, and in Rome.

It's like something from another world.

Did you send the wreath?

One for the department
and one personal one.

- And a telegram to the widow?
- It's all been taken care of.

That bastard.

He's turning everyone against me.

He's taking advantage
of the situation, understand?

- Maybe he created it himself.
- What?

Do you think that he...

could have done it?

To ruin you...

What a wimp.

You've always underestimated him.

What's the matter with Bellolampo?

Doesn't he have anything better to do,
than killing a judge?

Sick, tired,
and Selimi took advantage of the fact.

Then I better see him
and tell him that Selimi is finished.

He called. He wants to see you, too.

- Bellolampo wants to talk to us?
- That's what they said.

- Good night, Doc.
- Night.

It's the lawyer Meloria.

You want to talk and I want to talk.

That's a good beginning.
What's on your mind?

Traini's murder, for one thing.

So His Honor Terrasi thinks
that I killed the Prosecutor.

- He thinks that somebody convinced you...
- Go on, say it for me, who was it?

Who convinced me?

- Selimi.
- Bravo.

Look, Traini was no punk
and we had no trouble...

like I do with you farmers.
I don't belong to any political party...

and I can't be hired by nobody.
Talk, I'm finished.

- Terrasi is a friend, you know that.
- Much obliged.

Because I'm in this hole here.
That's why I'm his friend.

He thinks Bellolampo is still around,
but not for long, I know.

He never said that...

Come here, come on.

More than 10 million lire for a kidney,
but because of it, I'm still alive.

You don't have to go looking for me
in any hospital.

Tell Terrasi and all your farmers...

- that I'm not ready to die yet.
- Look, Terrasi is a friend.

Terrasi is my friend. What a lucky guy I am.

- I'm worried about the Traini thing.
- No, you gotta worry about me...

with your friends or no friends,
with Terrasi or without.

There's just me or else the police.

Look, we wanted to know why
our friend Traini was killed and we figured...

Enough, lawyer.

Save your breath.
It's better you talk in the courthouse.

They say you're pretty good
at turning things around.

Let the lawyer out the way he came in.

See you around.

But for what reason in your film,
you showed a judge killed like that?

- The film was purely fictional.
- And yet you prophesied a fact.

I prefer you use another term.
I didn't prophesy anything.

You must have imagined
that it could have happened.

The premise for such a death,
I thought, was perfectly logical.

The murder of a dishonest judge?

- That's what I showed in my film.
- Now our talk, signor Solaris.

What we'd like to know,
and please try to be impartial...

I'm asking you, if you can lead us...

bring us nearer to those criminals
that caused...

Prosecutor Traini's death.

I think you should look
into the Prosecutor's past history.

- Haven't you a suspect? A name?
- They're pretty well-known.

Signor Solaris,
here we don't need evidence.

No, I'm sorry, that's not true.

I only told you
what I thought should be done...

- what procedure to follow.
- Let's not mince our words, Solaris.

It's no longer a movie.
Traini was brutally killed.

Should you be deliberately
withholding facts, signor Solaris...

you would be running a great risk.

I've warned you. Have you understood?

Completely.

Very well. You may go.

Do you know this judge?

- Because looks are deceiving.
- Let's not worry about that.

Here, in here.

Are you still interfering?

- We've had enough.
- Listen, I don't have to...

You've spoken to the judge like a good kid.
Now, you run along...

because here
somebody might bump you off...

and I just couldn't face the autopsy.
So beat it. Get the picture?

- You're working on the investigation, huh?
- Yeah, with alacrity and dispatch...

and in the meanwhile, buddy, you fly away.

Signora, you have all my sympathy.

Sit down, please.
I'll try to keep you as little as possible.

- How could it have been...
- I was about to ask, did he have enemies?

No. Everyone worshipped my husband.

But to go unpunished? No.

I wouldn't worry about that.

No one gets away with such a killing.

He was the Prosecutor General,
don't forget.

I heard that they are questioning
ex-convicts, too.

Yes, and every one of them filled with hate.

In regards to this, I meant to ask you,
that window that was broken the other day.

You pointed it out when I was here last...

and said, "He hates us, yet I pity him.

"He hates all of us."

Yes, that's right.

Signora, forgive me, but, I think that...

if you had told us who threw that rock,
who knows?

Maybe the Prosecutor could've been saved.

The man who threw that rock.

I don't know. It's too vague.

- I can't just...
- You can, signora.

If you don't mind...

I would like to consult a friend of mine.

Doctor.

Now come on, Tommaso,
you've got to help.

Off with your robe,
and we'll have a little gym session, huh?

- I don't feel like it.
- Come now, it will make you better.

Everyone says my father was dishonest.

I don't think we have anything to fear
by questioning the child.

- You're absolutely sure?
- Certainly.

Tommaso needs to talk about it.
It'll do him good, believe me.

Have him come in.

Tommaso, come.

Come here a minute.

Tommaso, who told you
those terrible things about your father?

- It was Barra.
- The parking attendant?

Yeah.

What did you do after he said those things?

- I told Papa.
- You did?

And he told me he would have him fired.

- Did you tell the parking attendant?
- Yes.

You can go back and continue
with your exercises now.

Tommaso, you were very attached
to your father.

So was I. He was a great man.

No matter what people say,
he still was a great man.

Yes, sir.

We'd like to ask you a few questions, Barra,
when you're finished.

I already finished. Go on back to the house.

Look at them up there.
They sent you here, didn't they?

- Get in, get in.
- Even after his death...

he sends people to prison.

First: Barra was unjustly accused...

of stealing money.

Second: He breaks a ton of glass,
he threatens...

he bad-mouths his father like an idiot.

A real gentleman.

Third:

The State Attorney has him fired...

on the same day he's killed.
What do you think?

Anger, revenge, moral degeneration...

Perfect as a false culprit.

That's your reasoning.
If he's poor, he's innocent.

Oh, look, about...

Your reasoning.
You, as a police officer, would be the same.

You intellectuals are all the same.
Try to deny it.

I won't discuss it.
I don't want to introduce doubts...

into your mental equilibrium.

- Back to the Traini case.
- I just finished them.

You know perfectly well
that it's a political crime.

And maybe you even know who it was.

And I would keep quiet
because I got orders from higher up?

A cigarette, thanks.

Because political interference
wouldn't happen to you...

ever, huh?

According to you, Barra is innocent, huh?

If some Mafia politician was behind this
and wanted to hush things up...

he would need your cooperation.

What a lucky guy you are,
surrounded by pretty girls.

Look, up to now we've been friends,
only I warn you...

if you start bullying that poor old guy,
I'll fight you.

If you're an idiot, that's not my fault.

You could be arrested
for certain insinuations.

Oh, don't tell me you're gonna pull rank?

Not if it isn't necessary.

It would bother me to know
that you were involved in such a frame up.

- Insinuation.
- Old Barra is being railroaded.

Poor guy.

Let's go over the issues.

As a suspect, he's as good as the rest.
The proof's no good.

So he's gonna be released for now.

- Only?
- Yeah.

So get him a lawyer, friend.

- Tanu, Tanu.
- Angela.

How was it you weren't working
the morning of the killing?

- They don't park there in the mornings.
- Where were you?

I collect cardboard boxes.

- Where?
- Everywhere.

Is there anybody
who could back up your alibi?

What good would that do?

When they wanna get you,
they get you anyway.

Don't do that. I didn't kill no Prosecutor.

But they should give a medal
to the one who did.

- What's the matter with you?
- Nothing is the matter.

Take him home, signora.
We'll come by later.

- Local politicians.
- Come home now. Come home.

- No, don't shout. That's enough.
- Come here...

Not a very good client, is he?
We'll have a job defending that guy.

- Why did they pick on him?
- Ask signora Traini.

They hauled him in on her charge.

- You saw her deposition?
- And how.

Written in pen and ink
on her personal stationary.

Someone must be working on her.

She said she heard Barra
with her own ears.

Threatened to kill the Prosecutor General.

Then that man is really in trouble.

Signora, this man's life
depends entirely on your testimony.

How can you be sure that Barra...

only because he expressed
a few words in anger...

- actually had the intention to kill?
- How can you be sure he didn't?

Is Barra the pillar of truth?

Tommaso, let's go.

Is Barra really gonna go to jail for life?

Come on.

What makes you think that Barra is guilty,
that he murdered your husband?

- What makes him the only suspect?
- Why? Do you feel partly responsible?

My husband was murdered.

Can you be sure your film
had no effect on these people?

No, signora, your husband could've been
killed because of a certain case...

he might've brought to court, for example,
or because he dropped the whole affair.

You want the guilty person...

you can begin your search
among the same people...

you'd invited to his house,
and not the parking attendants.

Why did you shoot that film?

To produce public outrage,
enmity and to belittle.

Your General Prosecutor
was corrupt and hated.

I heard the applause. It was deafening.

They went wild
when you had him shot on the steps.

Your role in my husband's death
was exquisite.

In other words, Barra went to the movies...

and was interested to the point
that he was ready to murder...

- as soon as he left the theater.
- Yes, that's exactly it.

You feed them cheap, crude thrills,
you stimulate, foment...

you impel the simple mind
to acts of violence.

What happened to my husband
is your direct responsibility.

Signora, you're still too upset
to talk right now.

I supposed you thought we should have
been without a care, exuberant.

Good morning, sir.

Well, we thought
you should be notified. Yes.

Good morning, signora.

My dear colleague, the next time
you want to talk to one of my clients...

please use the courtesy
of contacting my office.

What do they want?

They maintain that Barra's innocent.

You're wasting precious time.

If you had read the latest edition here,
nobody would've been disturbed.

A witness saw Barra in the park
when the Prosecutor was killed.

He hasn't got a chance now.

Signor Solaris, if Barra is the one,
I warn you...

I'll be taking you to court immediately,
as morally responsible.

You wanted to be tried,
you'll have your wish.

Good day.

The witness is a civil service employee
with a clean record.

So what? Traini had a clean record, too.

Hey, how do I get there?

My car is parked down there
by the mailbox.

4:00 on the spot, is that good?

Well look who's here.
What do your friends have to say, huh?

Who killed the Prosecutor?

I got a couple of special deliveries here.
You gotta sign them both.

I was the one.

Hey, you know, once the Prosecutor
threw me in jail two years...

and it was somebody else's fault.

Then I have a look at your film,
and I kill the bum.

They'll think Bellolampo's the guy
or the mafia. They're always guilty.

- Hey, why couldn't I be the killer, too?
- Because you were in my hotel at that time.

You remembered. Good. Good.

- So do me a favor, I can't go anywhere.
- What do you mean?

There's a police escort.

Zamagna's on my tail.

Look, I mean it.

He picked me up at the hotel that morning.
You're only wasting your time.

You'd make an alibi to little Mafia punks,
that's pretty funny.

Anyway, your friend's
mixed up with Bellolampo.

He's part of the Selimi bunch, too.

Anyway, if you really want us
to lay off the guy, you gotta come down...

and sign an affidavit.

- What about the parking attendant, Barra?
- He's been arrested.

Somebody saw him that morning
at the scene of the crime. Ciao.

So you saw Barra in the park
the morning Traini was killed.

You'll signed a statement
to that effect, right?

You were using me for an alibi, huh?

What do you mean
I was using you, Giacomo?

You offered to give me a lift,
take me to the airport.

While in the meantime, your boys
are having target practice with Traini.

Listen, you know who killed the guy.
Why don't you talk?

- I swear, if I knew it...
- Yeah, sure.

- You really think I would double-cross you?
- Cut it out.

No, hold it a minute, easy.
Look me in the face...

and tell me I don't respect my friends.

I don't know who you respect,
who you don't respect.

How do I know?

Hey, they arrested Barra again,
the parking attendant.

Yeah, I know. There's gonna be a meeting
with the Chief Editor, if you're interested.

You know, Traini was shot
with a.22 caliber.

The whole city knows it by now.

It's not a gun
a professional would use, though.

It was good enough to kill him.

Giacomo.

He was breathing
when they called the police.

A professional doesn't go
until you're dead.

Strange, even signora Traini
says it's not Mafia.

Leave the Mafia out.
It's a private affair, believe me.

The Mafia at work.

Now you're offending me.
But it's a mistake, just the same.

My impression is that the Mafia realized...

they had gone out of bounds,
and they started accusing each other.

It's obvious they were worried about
an inter-party blowup before the election.

But, fortunately for them, signora Traini
accuses the parking attendant.

It's the usual ploy,
accuse some poor sucker...

before Selimi accuses Terrasi,
or Terrasi accuses Selimi...

which means she dug up
a false witness, also.

- No.
- Why not?

Even if she plays the part
of the model wife...

who never interferes
in her husband's affairs...

- she can't be that unaware of his contacts.
- So?

Or of her privileged position,
for that matter.

- I must say she makes a fantastic widow.
- Say that again.

How could she live with a man
for five years...

- and not know what kind of person he is?
- What do you worry about?

She still thinks he's a saint.

Whatever she knows,
she is working for the Mafia now.

They're putting the pressure on her, and
she's forced to point the finger at Barra.

And our boy, Bellolampo,
sticks a weapon on the guy.

And poor old Barra is done for.

Bellolampo or Selimi. Do you have doubts?

I don't know about Barra, he is a bit...

What if he actually did murder Traini?

- No, I mean, he might have at that.
- He might nothing.

Come on, you said that poor Barra
is a little cuckoo. He couldn't.

Anyone else would have kept quiet.

And Selimi and signora Traini
are out to get Barra.

Then why was Terrasi's lawyer
there this morning?

I don't think that woman is in with anyone.

She's probably more Mafiosa
than her husband.

Oh, really.

You're gonna give it a work over
in your next edition?

No, the public would never approve
of our attacking a widow.

Generally speaking.

Okay, let's talk about headlines.

It would be good for us to attack Selimi...

because he has
the weakest position in his party.

If they're arguing...

let's help them argue. Right?

ALBERTO TRAINl-LUIZ
B. 1 - 8 - 1920 - D. 14 - 10 - 1974

I can't accept the fact that a woman
like you...

would allow herself to be manipulated
in such a way.

Signora, don't go, please.

You're truly convinced of Barra's guilt?

Enough to accept the word of one witness?
You'd let that poor man go to jail.

You want the truth,
but you only look in one direction.

Why don't you ask questions
about your husband?

Before he was killed, you asked me
if I had any proof against him.

You wanted to find out the facts.

- What made you change your mind?
- The facts have changed, not I.

You found a witness against Barra.
All right.

But I got a lot more than a witness
against your husband.

You wanna hear him
or shall we ignore him?

- Signor Vezzi?
- Yes, who is this?

- Signora Traini, are you going to be in?
- Signora, what are you calling me for?

- The trial.
- Yes.

No, I prefer to speak to you in person.
If you like...

I'm ill.
I'm afraid I must ask you to come here.

Very well.

- He's expecting us.
- You'll have to be very diplomatic.

Remember, he won't confess the truth
unless he considers you his accomplice.

- How do I become his accomplice?
- Follow closely.

Say you put it to Vezzi very abruptly:

"Is it true you took sick when riding
from the court house to the city jail?"

And, quite naturally, he will say yes.

Then what should I say?

Ask him in another way.
Make it more confidential.

This for example:

"Vezzi, should I ask you...

"just repeat the same version,
in accordance with my husband's.

"That is, that you suddenly became sick
on the way to the jail...

"and so couldn't perform your duties."

If I'm lucky, signora, I'll be able to prove...

that they didn't want
a court clerk purposely.

Vezzi was supposed
to take down in shorthand...

your husband's interrogation
of the informer Lipari.

I know. I know.

And you also know that Lipari
was murdered in jail, three days later.

Signor Solaris, I think that car back there
is following us.

- What makes you think so?
- By the way they're driving.

- Aren't you almost there?
- It's up ahead.

- Do you want me to go faster?
- No. Pull over and stop.

- Teruzzo.
- I'm sorry.

The house you're looking for is up there.

What if he holds out?

If he realizes you're pulling his leg?

If you're wrong, in other words.

Well, we'll know in a minute.

Oh, signora, when we heard
about the tragedy. Come.

He was so upset. This way.

Oh, signora, if only I hadn't been ill...

I would have come to the funeral.

- I wanted so much to.
- Of course, I understand.

- You know I wrote a letter.
- Yes, I know. That was very kind.

This is signor Solaris.

- Solaris?
- A friend of mine.

- My respects.
- He was kind enough to drive me out here.

Signora, you're at home here.
Please, sit down.

When I heard the terrible news,
I thought of you and your little boy...

little Tommaso.

You came to see me, signora.

I've come about the man, Lipari,
who was killed in prison, you remember?

Should you be interrogated?

Tell them how you fell ill
and you... Say what really went on.

Repeat the version,
my husband ordered you to follow, that...

you were ill and unable to assist,
when the prosecutor and Lipari...

had their meeting at the jail.

Signora, what you are saying...

does correspond to the truth because...

in fact, they drove me there in a car.

But my heart, I was beginning to go away...

it was beating so much, I began to worry.

The Prosecutor, he was a born gentleman.

"Go ahead, Vezzi," he said.

Don't worry about anything,
they'll take you home immediately.

That what the facts are.

It's a pity.

Somebody felt
that I was ordered to say this.

It's all lies.

It doesn't take much to get killed.
He knows that.

As far as I can tell,
things between us are always the same.

Have you been to the place
where your husband was killed?

I didn't have the courage.

I can still see it.

I have to prove to you
that I wasn't lying when I accused him.

You had a wonderful life
with your husband...

but it was paid for with the blood and tears
of a lot of people.

Of course you couldn't suspect him when
you met him that summer in Mondello...

I read in the paper that, at the time,
you were engaged...

to someone less well-off, more like you.

Mediocre prospects.

Traini's proposal
opened completely new doors.

Are you investigating me now?
It's an obsession.

But I want to get to know you.

Get to know me?

Yes. I want to get to know
and understand you.

I always thought that you defended
your husband because you loved him.

Or should I believe the people that say...

that you were only defending
your social position?

Certainly. I had a marriage of convenience,
as you well know.

Why do you always run away
to avoid answering?

And why don't you worry
about your nice little love match...

that ended so badly?

I read the papers, too, you know.

I also read that your stock is rising.

You're finally a success.

A little while ago, you said
that my husband's position was built...

on people's blood and tears.

But you also benefited from a man's death.
Didn't you?

Do you feel better now?

Her lawyer's here, Meloria.

Forgive me, signora,
but Senator Terrasi feels it would...

be better if you weren't seen together
with that individual.

I don't think I appreciate his concern.

Signora, you should thank
your lawyer here.

His presence clears up a few things.

If Vezzi phoned your lawyer
before we got here...

it means he had something to hide.

Signora, I think your men
have overplayed their hand a bit.

Was Vezzi worried?

No, he only called to say
that you had called.

But I didn't mention
that I would be bringing Solaris along.

- You frightened Vezzi.
- Why? The man wanted a little advice.

Is that so improper, signora?

Birds of a feather.
He was your husband's lawyer, huh?

You're driving a hired car, huh?
We'll see if you got a chauffeur's permit.

Take his license number, too.

Think you should rip the seats?
They could be hiding a tape recorder.

There's no recorder.
There's nothing hidden in this car.

- Well, check it out anyhow.
- That's enough, now.

If you don't mind,
I'd like to ask signora Traini a question.

Do you approve the way
your lawyer is handling this situation?

No.

But did you plant a tape recorder?

Is that your opinion?

This man's a liar.
He makes his living that way.

He's not to be trusted.

What did you talk about? Some court case?

Somebody in particular?

Signor Meloria,
I won't permit you to talk this way.

Oh, talk to Senator Terrasi,
if you got any complains.

- Come on, open up this car. Let's go.
- Get out of the way.

Get your hands off of me, it's my car.
And there's no...

That's what I call a surprise, Giacomo.

Nice little town, this, huh?

Oh, you brought Turuzzo with you.

Turuzzo, what are you doing here, huh?

May I? Vincenzo Terrasini.

Vincenzo Terrasini.

Vincenzo Terrasini.

It's the lawyer, Meloria, in person.

Signora. My respects.

Terrasini, think about your work
and your family.

- You could use a change of air right now.
- It's not so bad, it's fresh.

Yeah, but you know how Senator Terrasi is.

He gets mad so easily.

Who is that? A friend of yours?

Solaris.

Make him quit it
with his quack, quack, quack.

Nothing to worry about, boys.

The lawyer made a little mistake, huh?

Yeah.

If I were you, Terrasini...

I'd tell that guardian angel of yours
to keep an eye on you.

Hey, who you got, Giacomo?
Who you got that protects you, huh?

You got a guardian angel?

Old man Vezzi can call his friends,
why shouldn't we call ours?

That's a car, Giacomo.
Only 33 minutes to get here.

Hey, did you really put a tape recorder
in the car?

What did you come here for?
You got nothing else to do, huh?

And how I do. I got the banks,
union meetings, salaries, prices...

and you go look for trouble.
I mean, really now, Giacomo...

I look for trouble, huh?

You say I look for trouble, and you go
slap somebody like Meloria...

in the face, in that public square.
And right in front of everybody.

- Everybody had to see the show.
- Yeah, yeah.

He said when I talk I go,
"Quack, quack, quack?"

He's probably right.

I don't mind you saying it,
but not a guy like that.

How about you with that woman there?
Am I mistaken, or she's Traini's widow?

Now you're really looking for trouble.

Anything the matter, signora?

No, it's just the curse.
Is there much more to go?

Yes, but if you like, I'll stop.

Yes, I'd appreciate it for just a minute.

Stop here, Turuzzo.

I may have doubted
your husband's integrity...

but I never wanted things
to reach this point.

I looked for a solution
that could be civil and humane.

Don't you think one has the right
to question a public official?

But all this, all the consequences,
it's pretty frightening.

The fact your husband was killed,
and there's nothing I can do.

And what's more,
you're suffering, and I can only look on.

Stop! I can't stand it!

You approve his guilt,
but you don't approve his death...

- is that it?
- Signora...

Stop torturing us!

What must I do?
Keep repeating that you're right?

That we're all bad and dishonest?

Should I say it? I'll say it. Should I say it?

Please, I have to go on living!

Madam, now you're abusing me.

What is it that you're afraid of?

What's wrong, signora?

- I'm all right.
- Do you...

Get away.

It's only because I'm expecting.

Open the door. You should've told us.

Easy. It's all right. It's all right.

Oh, I don't want to lose it. Help me.

Hurry up, Turuzzo.

Try to calm down and don't worry.

- I don't want to lose the baby.
- You won't lose it.

- My God.
- Don't worry.

Forgive me for what I said. I'm sorry.

- Bravo.
- It's a dumb game.

They're afraid she'll have a miscarriage.

- No, she'll hold the child.
- Then everybody will be happy.

I very much appreciate your coming here.

I'm afraid that gynecology
is a little out of my line.

Certainly.

The gynecologist feels
that she's out of danger.

In fact, she's already up.
But naturally the excitement of the trip...

- I didn't know about her...
- Well, obviously not. I don't think you...

- would've gone so far...
- Signor Solaris?

Perhaps you'd like something to drink?

It looks like signora Traini
is asking you to stay...

to thank you for having being so patient
and thoughtful with her.

All's well that ends well.

And all is well. Right?

Of course it is.

Certainly, you're very kind. Thank you.

Signor Solaris.

Can you come for a little tete-a-tete?

- A Scotch, signor Solaris?
- Yes, thank you.

All you've said is probably true.

Though it may hurt to admit it.

It's not that I've been without a doubt
as to what the truth might be.

Thanks to you, now I know what to expect
and what's to come.

In other words, no matter what wrong
my husband has done...

I will not breathe a word.

Whatever he was, I will defend.

You know for whom I'm doing this?

And why?

Yes, I understand why. But...

there's also Barra to defend
and his children.

I didn't want to do it. I was...
They practically made me do it.

- Why?
- Because it was convenient to accuse him.

You admit you're at fault. You don't deny it.

But you don't ask yourself
why it was convenient to them.

You don't approve their actions,
and yet you stand for it.

In the papers...

I read the witness against Barra was...

He gave false testimony.

- They wrote that in the news?
- Yes, where your friends work.

I should have realized earlier
what was going on.

And now I feel it's all too late.

I feel so helpless. I...

It is a pity
that you and I had to meet in this way.

We could have been friends.

Well, I... I don't want to be your enemy.

I'll go to the judge
and take back the charge...

I brought against Barra.

Now I'd like to be alone. Do you mind?

I'm so tired.

Good night, signor Solaris.

They can't hurt you.

There's no way.

The police are searching
the damaged offices for any trace...

Signor Solaris,
they planted a bomb at the newspaper.

- What?
- They just said so on the radio.

Let's go.

On account of the news of the witness...

they printed an extra edition today.

- The false witness?
- Who was paid to testify.

And it goes on to say who it was
that wanted him to testify against Barra.

Did they have proof?

Yeah, only they wanted
the witness to declare it.

So the paper went ahead and said
it was Selimi gave the witness the dough.

Two hours later, boom, boom, boom.

- Hey, where you going?
- I'm from the press.

- Sabina! Did anyone...
- They murdered our proofreader.

Oh, God.

It's the second time, Commissioner.

What should we do? Should we file it away
again for lack of proof?

The police will do their duty as usual.

Don't forget.

Let's not disturb
the well-being of the politicians.

The Mafia bosses. No.

There are a lot of poor devils,
people released from mental homes...

There you go! Would a mental patient
be a good culprit, Commissioner?

No clue will be overlooked.

Then read our headline from this morning.

Who provoked this attack?

The false testimony against Barra.

They accuse Senator Selimi of instigating...

the murder of the State Prosecutor.

Insinuations.
You will be under investigation soon.

I wish. But no one else
is going to investigate here.

You're just scandal-mongering.

People are being killed.

But tell those men that we're continuing.

We'll print more headlines like that.

Don't block the atrium! Clear the...

Who told you that the witness was false?

Anonymous, but right on the money.

- Terrasi?
- You bet your life.

Do you know what that means?

That party solidarity doesn't work anymore.

So Selimi is screwed.

As long as he has Bellolampo behind him,
nobody will touch him.

This is gonna be a scoop.

Only after checking on the civil engineer.
Do you want others to collapse?

Another murder.

Selimi'll be the end of us.

And nobody can stop him.

It's clear that Selimi and Bellolampo...

are the ones
who are putting the pressure on.

We've got to get to the dynamite man.

- Yeah.
- Immediately. Move fast.

Tomorrow. Can you get in there?

I got an idea. It's simple, and yet it's sure.

The doctor's here.

- Are you making your pressure?
- Yeah, it's fine.

- Listen, I'd like to see my mother.
- Pretty soon you'll be able to.

- Appetite?
- It's all right.

- No cigarettes, huh?
- Don't worry.

- It's hard on you, isn't it?
- Yeah.

I want to make a miracle work.

- Good night.
- Good night, Doctor.

- Morning, boss.
- How's it going, Giovanni?

Fine.

- Behaving yourself?
- Yeah.

- Working hard?
- Yeah.

Okay, back to work. Go on.

All right,
I'm gonna tell it to you and to you.

Oh, go on with the work. Go on.
What are you doing here, huh?

- About time you come to visit me.
- He's mad. How am I supposed to know.

Don't think we've finished talking, you two.

Yeah, well, whatever you want.

Wait a minute. You're afraid, huh?

Why do you carry a gun?

No, no. It's the watchman's gun.
I was gonna have it cleaned, only...

I'm not supposed to carry it.
I'm what you call misdemeanored.

How about that, huh?

Come on, come on.

I got four of them.

- A lot of money.
- I don't pay if I don't produce.

You heard about Bellolampo?

- So what?
- Well, what are you gonna do now?

Go on, like I always have.

- You'll stick with your boss, Selimi?
- Oh, you got a fixation, Giacomo.

Look, you got mad
'cause you saw the pistol, right?

Don't worry about it.

I'll stick it in my car.
I don't like it in my stomach anyhow.

It's too cold.

Let's drink on it, huh? Come on, come on.

- Top mob killed by machine.
- Want a paper?

Mafia boss killed by artificial kidney. Extra!

- Carmelo Bellolampo passes away.
- Hey! Two.

Anyway, it wasn't Bellolampo
who killed Traini.

- Yeah, I knew it wasn't a professional gun.
- No, there's another reason.

Give me a lemonade.

Look, they saw the murderer.
It's somebody else.

- How would you know that?
- Because of the kid who works here.

He worked at the drink stand,
you know, where Traini was killed.

Anyway, he's sleeping inside. A shot.

The boy looks out,
and right before his eyes passes the killer.

What do you mean, the killer?

Could he identify?

- Yeah.
- You realize what you're saying?

- You're sure the kid could identify him?
- Yeah, yeah, of course.

He said he was a tall guy,
blonde, good-Iooking...

and holding a case in his hand.

- What kind of case?
- I asked the kid...

and what does a kid know?
He said it was, like, a sort of greenish.

They use them for tennis.

Look out!

Signor Terrasini, signor Terrasini!

They killed... They killed... They killed...

Get back.

Death. Instantaneous.

Caused by firearms.

Calculate distance.

Mark exact point of entry
and exit, each bullet.

Trajectory. List number of wounds in all.

Caliber weapon or weapons used...

We might have a picture of the killers
in our gallery.

Or are you also one of those guys
that somehow never sees anything?

I figured he'd have been a little wiser.

Once they put Bellolampo out of order,
he had to go.

He should have known.

Two got here in two days and there are
others to come, cadavers that is.

We're in for an epidemic.

- Did he say anything before he died?
- He was killed by professionals.

Don't hide anything, Giacomo,
don't do anything rash.

Doesn't take much to get killed.

Doctor, it's for you.

Hello?

This is Giacomo Solaris.
You have to meet me right away.

- It's very important.
- Well, no, I'm busy right now.

We speak about you, about signora Traini,
and Princess Alberese.

I'll be waiting in a public telephone
in Piazza Verdi in two minutes.

- Well?
- Yeah, he's the one.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

He's got different clothes on right now.

Did he get the Boss, too? Was he the one?

- You won't talk to anyone. Nobody, right?
- No.

Go on.

Signora, Senator Selimi is here with some
other gentlemen who would like to see you.

This is not an official visit.
We have come, signora...

to ask you if you'd kindly,
if you could help us to...

Help you to?

I was asked by Senator Selimi,
if you would allow us...

without an official warrant...

to make a search
in one of the rooms of this house.

I would rather forget the warrant.
This is the house of Prosecutor Traini.

Is Selimi tied in
with my husband's death or not?

The inquest is secret, signora.

I've closed an eye as to official procedure.

With the murder of Bellolampo,
his position is in jeopardy, signora.

He's afraid the party will pull him out.

Would Bellolampo be the killer,
Your Honor?

Things do point in that direction, yes.

If Bellolampo worked for this man, arrest...

- I swear to you, signora...
- Don't swear anything.

- Look at him with his hand on his heart.
- I tried to prove it was Terrasi...

who would've profited
by your husband's death, not me.

Give me the chance to prove it.

Your husband kept a tape recorder,
it was somewhere in his desk.

Yes, I know it wasn't legal.
I maintain he'd found out...

that Terrasi was involved in crooked
dealings with the Bankers' Trust.

- That's why Traini was killed.
- It will only take a minute.

Come this way.

These machines are not legal, you see.

Yes, but...

he must have done it
in the interest of his high office.

- There's no recorder here anywhere.
- Well, that doesn't prove anything.

There're other places in the house
he could've hidden the thing.

- Let's just keep looking.
- Do you have any idea, signora?

No, but it doesn't mean
you have to stop looking.

- You can go through the whole house.
- No.

We'd be continuing a search
that's officially invalid.

I do hope you'll forgive us
the disturbance, signora.

There was proof against Terrasi
in those recordings, I assure you.

Signora, if you want justice done
then help me.

It's you who knows about a recorder,
not me.

I'm not going to stand by
and watch myself be ruined.

Others will fall, too.
Including your husband's reputation.

I knew exactly what he was
and how he operated.

- Oh, I'll talk. I'll spare no one.
- Senator, please, that's enough...

Now don't call me Senator.

You know perfectly well
they're forcing me to resign.

Control yourself.

Signora, I'm sorry.

- Signora.
- Good night, Your Honor.

Did you hear the latest?

What were they doing here?

They brought a new suspect.

Selimi.

- Your hands are cold.
- Today something very strange happened.

I don't understand.

I got a call from Solaris. He said he wanted
to meet me in Piazza Verdi.

- What did he want?
- I don't know. He didn't show up.

Well, you might have misunderstood.

On the phone, he said he wanted to talk
about you, and about me...

and Princess Alberese.

Well, don't let it bother you.

If he's understood...

that you and I would meet at her house
then he might even think...

No. It's just that he's taken
to snooping in my business, that's all.

No, the tone he used,
he was so sure of himself...

I know Solaris. He would never suspect me.

I'm afraid.

Once again signor Solaris,
I say good night and goodbye.

- Good night, Barra.
- God bless, signore. Thank you.

He followed me here.

Yes, I'm certain of it.

- What is there to worry?
- What is he doing here?

What does he want now?

He's going to wait there till you leave
so he can talk to me, I know him.

You go now, and if he should ask,
say you came to visit the child. Go.

Go right past him and don't worry.

- Good evening.
- Another problem, signor Solaris?

Was it really necessary?

You killed him.

I can hardly believe
that the reason was your pregnancy...

and the love affair
which you feared to expose.

There was always something
that said it had been fooled in some way.

Your expression,
the day I saw you on the stairs...

when you went to the Princess.

How dare you.
I will not put up with you speaking to me...

No please,
I'm more than aware of the grotesqueness...

and the absurdity of the present situation.

Dr. Valgardeni was in the park.
Your lover was seen holding a gun...

- and nobody paid the witness.
- Please, I'm sure you're mistaken...

Don't interrupt, and I'll explain it to you.
There was a young boy inside the stand.

The shot woke him up,
he was sleeping inside the stand.

He looked out and saw Dr. Valgardeni
with a gun in his hand.

Just a few hours ago,
he identified him in Piazza Verdi.

You can read the particulars
in tomorrow's paper.

But...

there's a question,
and you've got to give me an answer.

When you were speaking of the power
of suggestion in that film of mine...

you meant it for yourself, didn't you?

Look, there's a moral here.

You exploited the film to cover a killing...

and I'm your accomplice.

I'll accompany you to the police.

Perhaps your motives are more personal
than you think they are.

If you weren't pregnant,
I would have slapped your face.

But don't provoke me.

No, wait. Listen, if we go to the police,
you'll be admitting...

that everything you said in your film
was false.

They'll say that the Prosecutor
was an honest man...

that you're a slanderer and a liar.

What good will it do you if I'm ruined?

You'll be going to Rome.
You've no part in all this.

Let me go.
I'll do whatever you want, I swear.

Giacomo, what's going on?

It's not what we hoped for, unfortunately.

But you're basing this whole thing
on a word of a 12-year-old kid.

- How can you possibly be sure that...
- You're right.

The boy didn't see anything,
it's not true that...

The court will decide that.

My husband was killed
by his own Mafia friends.

- Can I print that statement.
- Yes.

I defended my husband up to now,
but it's enough.

Giacomo, don't you understand...

Sure I know what she'll say to save herself,
and what you'll do to get a story.

But they've got Selimi,
their putting the screws on the guy...

and you want to save him?

All I ask is that you come to the office
and discuss this calmly.

We can discuss it calmly right here.

Here's your story.
She and her lover killed Traini.

- You can't prove it, there's no lover.
- Fine.

So what do I tell our readers
tomorrow morning?

That we've only been kidding up to now,
that the Mafia doesn't exist?

That Traini and his kind are all saints?
That it was just a crime of passion?

You're beginning to talk the way they do.

But who cares
about a squalid case of adultery?

- Admitting that's what it is.
- He was cruel. He beat me, too.

I did not... I don't know why I came.
I was forced...

Giacomo, look, I'm not going to back you,
you understand?

Someone might even say
that you were paid off to save Selimi.

Yeah, and what are you going to say?

- I might publish that, too.
- Your not the type.

Tomorrow I'll blast you
all over the front page.

Tomorrow you'll come to your senses.

Who are you? Excuse me.

- Commissioner Zamagna.
- Just a second.

So then he says his lawyer's out of town.

Now if we wait for Friday, his lawyer
will have found out from the secretary.

- This is really tough.
- Not very. They tried, but didn't get far.

The press.

All the questions you want.

Come out here. Outside.

Where is he?

Here. Come here a minute.

It's the only way.

Otherwise, we would've been
as guilty as Traini.