All language subtitles for La.mafia.uccide.solo.destate.2013.1080p.BluRay.DTS.x264-SbR

FILMING IN PALERMO WAS ACHIEVED
WITH THE SUPPORT OF ADDIOPIZZO

TO THE SECTION CATTURANDI,
FLYING SQUAD OF PALERMO

TO THE "QUARTO SAVONA 15"

TO ALL THE COPS WHO DIED
IN THE LINE OF DUTY

Can you see that girl? Her name is Flora.

To me, she is the most beautiful girl
in the world.

I've been in love with her
since we were children, 20 years ago.

Flora walks every day
past her former house.

Here lived a judge that I also knew.

He was the only one
who knew what I felt for her,

because I've never had
the courage to declare myself.

Or rather, I've never had the chance. Why?

Because we are in Palermo.

Here, the Mafia has always had
an influence on everybody's life.

Particularly on mine.

It all began the night
of the 10th of December 1969,

when my parents entered
their new house for the first time

and, transported by passion,
they immediately decided to conceive me.

But my parents couldn't know
what was about to happen.

In that exact moment,
some men disguised as cops

were going to a meeting

without being invited.

They were going to an office
located at my parents' apartment building,

in Viale Lazio 108.
They wanted to surprise

Mr Michele Cavataio,
a known Mafia boss, called "the Cobra".

So we don't give a shit!

The nice group was composed
of Mr D'Agostino

Provenzano, Caruso, Bagarella and Grado,

who wore plain clothes, as he didn't want
to die dressed like a cop.

The person who organised
this unexpected courtesy visit

was the future boss of Cosa Nostra,
sir Totò Riina,

affectionately nicknamed
by his friends "La Belva".

And while my father's sperm cells
were rushing to their destination,

Totò Riina's men got out
of the last road tunnel to Palermo.

Concurrently,
they arrived at their destination:

the sperm cells at the ovum

and the fake cops
in front of Cavataio's office,

right below my parents' love nest.

Police, nobody move!

And it's right at this moment
that my life crosses paths

for the first time with the Mafia.

Kill me!

But only one sperm, really late,

as it didn't hear all that noise,

dived into the ovum...

And fecundated.

I was that sperm.

And if Totò Riina hadn't organised
the so-called "Massacre of Viale Lazio",

I wouldn't have been conceived.

THE MAFIA KILLS ONLY IN SUMMER

My baptism was the briefest
in Palermo's history.

I baptise you in the name
of the Father, amen.

God bless you, congratulations, good job!

Very good job! Thanks, goodbye!
Sorry, I have to go.

That day, Friar Giacinto,
spiritual guide of our family,

could not miss another baptism.

Congratulations!

That of the municipal council
led by Christian Democrat Vito Ciancimino,

the mayor regarded as being embroiled
with the Mafia.

MAYOR CIANCIMINO

Maybe it was exactly
thanks to his strange friends

that ten years later,
the police found him dead

from five bullets in his luxury apartment

in the convent of Saint Mary of Jesus.

At the crime scene, the investigators
found five million lira in cash,

a 38 calibre gun
and a collection of leather articles

for ambiguous purpose
commonly known as "whips".

Mummy.

Mummy.

Arturo. Mummy.

Maria Pia, Garibaldi's Statue
gives more satisfaction.

My parents were wrong for worrying.

I didn't speak due to
a lack of the right motivation.

Now dad comes here. Daddy.

But, one day,
the right motivation arrived.

Bless the house in the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit, amen.

And bless also this lovely baby.

Dear friar Giacinto,
this baby gives us some concern.

We've tried to make him speak for weeks.

-He doesn't speak.
-This is not a problem.

Where I come from, people say that
those who speak little, live more.

Good job, little baby!
Praised be Jesus Christ.

-Always praised.
-Always praised.

-I'll see you to the door, father.
-Please, don't bother.

-Tell him not to worry.
-Thanks.

Mafia.

Did he say "mafia"?

Look, say hello to your brother.

Daddy's love!

-Who's this man?
-Let's go.

What's up, Arturo?

-That man is scary.
-Why scary? He's just a dad,

happy at the birth of his baby,
can't you see? If he behaves like this,

he must have a big heart. Let's go.

You look like your dad!

Growing up, I began to understand that,
in Palermo, nothing is as it seems.

It says that the Mafia killed
marshal Attilio Bonincontro.

The Mafia? He likes to talk bullshit.

I think it's just imagination.

Today, the brigadier of the flying squad
Filadelfio Aparo was killed.

Investigators say
that his death is involved with the Mafia.

Mafia?

A person who knew him told me

that he disturbed a woman
that he shouldn't have.

Breaking news, the journalist
Mario Francese has been killed in Palermo.

Francese was a good man,
but he liked women too much.

Other men's women.

Little boy!

You must know that, in Palermo,
women kill more than heart attacks.

Arturo.

-What's up?
-My parents always quarrel.

-They say bad things.
-Very good.

Why good? Dad says he'll leave home.

-I discovered something.
-What?

In Palermo, men that fall
in love with women get killed.

-Could my father get killed?
-Does you father love your mother?

-He says no.
-So he's safe.

Silence, you two!

-Sorry.
-Sorry.

So, Palermo was a city
full of hidden dangers.

Being careful wasn't enough.

-Good morning, Dr Chinnici.
-Thank you.

Indeed, one day
I discovered that I was in danger too.

Wake up, honey! Come on!

Children, from today on
you'll have a new classmate.

Her name is Flora Guarneri.
Let's welcome Flora!

Hello, Flora!

Good. Flora, for today,
you'll sit at the front.

-Arturo?
-What's up?

Did you see the new classmate?

FOR YOU

So you don't like her?

What did you see?

Yes, I fell in love.

I ended up with a terrible problem
related to females.

But I wasn't the only one.
That moment, the same problems

were also bothering
the Mafia boss Filippo Marchesi.

I'm crazy for her, Totò.

I'm totally in love!

Filippo, you can't marry her.

It's against Cosa Nostra rules.
She's got divorced parents.

There must be a solution.

With your permission, I have an idea.

-Come on, talk, don't be scared.
-Just kill her father.

So she won't have divorced parents,
but she'll be fatherless.

This is an awesome idea.

Filippino, everything will be fine, see?

It's necessary to have common sense.

Arturo, what are you saying?

Homicide is a serious thing.

People get killed
because they talk too much,

because they don't fulfill agreements,
they make mistakes.

But not for a girl!

Do you know what a philosopher said?

"From creature

to creator."

Go, my boy, go see your Flora

-before somebody else takes her.
-Thanks.

That's life!

And that fool stays at home.

-Dad?
-Yes?

I'd like to ask you something.

Go ahead, Arturo.

How did you tell Mum
that you were in love?

I just told her.

I told her...

...that's all. It's normal.

-How normal?
-We'll talk later.

We'll talk later.
Now silence. Costanzo is on air.

THEIR GOODNESS

Watch it too, it's interesting.

Our guest tonight is the Chairman
of the Board, Giulio Andreotti.

I'll ask you a personal question,
if you allow me, Mr Chairman.

Can you remember how and when
you asked your wife to marry you?

This is very private. It's a quite...

-odd story.
-Excuse me, is your wife watching us?

I think so. I'll have to deal with her
when I get home.

I find it odd because I think
that only rarely

you can hear of

a marriage proposal at the cemetery.

So you decided:
"This is the right moment?"

-Dammit! At the cemetery!
-It wasn't random.

No... It could seem odd, and maybe it is.

-How did you start the proposal?
-I was really clumsy.

Because I didn't have much experience,
nor did my wife...

It was clear that Chairman
Giulio Andreotti was talking to me.

Unlike my father,
he understood my difficulties

and decided to help me.

Dear children, this year again,

like every year,
we'll organise for Carnival

a nice costume party for all pupils.
Are you happy?

-Yes!
-Good!

-How will you dress up, Fofò?
-As Prince Charming.

-And you, Sebastiano?
-As a cowboy!

Arturo?

Pass it!

Pass it!

Come on!

Pass it!

Guys...

How have you dressed up, as a turtleman?

No, I think he's Dracula.

No, guys, he's Chuck the beaver.
Can't you see?

Sure...

People often make mistakes,

except at the voting booth.

Sebastiano!

What are you doing?

Go like this!

You got it? You must hear the stroke.

Hold it.

Come here, children.

Here.

It's time to award the best costume. So...

The first prize
for the best costume goes to...

Arturo Giammarresi, dressed
as the Hunchback of Notre Dame.

Come on, let's hear a big applause.

Come on, where is Arturo?

Arturo?

Arturo? Please find him.

I'm not the Hunchback of Notre Dame.

I'm neither turtleman,
nor Chuck the beaver.

I'm the Chairman of the Board
Giulio Andreotti!

Why do you laugh?

Giulio Andreotti is a good
and important person.

I personally know him.
He's our Chairman of the Board.

Does the Chairman
say something to a Princess?

Well, I'd like to ask you...

-What would you like to ask me?
-Do you fancy going to the cemetery?

-To the cemetery?
-Yes.

Let's go, Flora.

Sorry, I have to go now.

Fofò's parents are waiting for me, bye.

You had a Sir Lancelot costume.

That day, dressing up as Giulio Andreotti
did not worry only my father

but also the Mafia bosses
Leoluca Bagarella and Totò Riina.

Is that Andreotti's son?

Andreotti's son?

Dammit! He really looks like his father.

-He's really like his father.
-Totò,

-would you like to meet Andreotti?
-Sure!

But he only meets his Palermitan friends.

I'd like to explain to him
who's the boss of Palermo. Let's go!

-Sebastiano...
-What?

Are Flora and Fofò together?

Actually, Fofò boasts that he studies
every afternoon at her house.

-Every afternoon?
-Every afternoon.

-Why, are you jealous?
-No!

It's not nice looking inside
somebody else's house.

I'm sorry.

-What's your name?
-Arturo. But please, don't tell her.

-Whom?
-Flora.

Oh, Flora, Mr Guarneri's daughter.

Don't worry, it's our secret.

Stop! Are you stupid?

What a good smell.

-What, Arturo?
-Emanuele scribbled on Andreotti,

-can I go downstairs at Grandpa's house?
-No!

-He doesn't need it anymore, he died.
-I said no!

What were we saying?

Stop it...

People should ask themselves...

Look, what white laundry!
More than white...

Understand? Bark!

Wonderful gifts
are part of the great collection.

Go.

Good morning.

ANDREOTTI'S ADMINISTRATION IS IN DANGER

Iris pastries are good

but messy.

You know them, right?

A Palermitan who doesn't know
iris with ricotta baked in the oven!

We must remedy the situation.

An iris, please.

Here, commissioner.

Taste it.

Can you taste the chocolate chips
that mix with ricotta?

So you like it? Good!

Remember, only here
can you eat iris pastries.

Arturo, what do you want to eat
for your break?

-Do you know who gives you these things?
-No.

-Fofò?
-Yes?

Is this from you?

-Yes.
-Thank you!

I could not surrender.

I had to find a way to unmask Fofò.

And Andreotti helped me once again.

TRUTH IS THE BEST REVENGE

I had to give another iris to Flora,
this time without hiding.

Arturo, come here!

Stop! You cannot pass!

-Is that the inspector?
-Yes, he's Boris Giuliano.

They offered a bribe
then he kicked their arse.

Flora, I have to tell you something.

-Tell me.
-Fofò is a liar.

-That iris was my present.
-Really?

-Why is there no iris on my desk today?
-It's no longer possible to eat them.

Inside them are the bullets
that killed a man.

Really?

-I saved your life.
-Thank you!

Flora, here is your iris for today.

Liar! I won't come with you
to the cemetery.

After the murder of Boris Giuliano,
Palermo changed.

We saw people dying every day.

Totò Riina decided to conquer our city.

To fulfill his goal,
he was ready to exterminate everybody...

MURDER OF GAETANO COSTA

...even rival clans.

For the first time,
the Palermitan Mafia bosses were scared.

Another murder has taken place in Palermo.

According to investigators, there is
a brutal Mafia war between rival clans.

Many Palermitan bosses,
to avoid possible assassination attempts,

are looking for safer refuges.

-Eat!
-The fear is that

this is just the beginning. The list of
victims is destined to increase in number.

Flora!

Flora!

-I have to tell you something.
-Okay.

I saw a Mafia boss.

My father's friend said
that Mafia bosses don't exist.

He knows it. He's a lawyer.

-See?
-He was in the downstairs flat.

-He hid at my grandpa's.
-No way.

-You're a liar.
-I'm not a liar.

Come, I'll show you.

Okay, let's do it tomorrow.

But he's not invited.

All right.

Good night.

Good night.

-Dad...
-Yes?

Is the Mafia dangerous?

No, it's like with dogs.

-Just don't bother them.
-But I read that they kill people.

Don't believe the journalists.

-Could they kill us too?
-Don't worry, Arturo.

Now we are in winter.
The Mafia kills only in summer.

Now sleep.

Dad...

-Yes, Arturo?
-Thank you for the poster.

If it makes you happy...

Now turn off the light.

-Hi.
-Hi, Flora.

Do you know that yesterday
a friend of mine, to woo me,

told me that he'll introduce me
to a Mafia boss?

Then remember to write down
the boss's address.

Make sure to tell it to me.

Good morning, Judge Chinnici.

Flora, please, give me your hand.

The other one, right hand.

Maybe your friend's name is...

-Arturo?
-Yes.

-How could you know?
-Judges know everything.

Come.

-Here?
-Quiet.

Otherwise they'll hear us.
He mustn't see us.

Quiet.

-Here is where the boss eats.
-Really?

-What's in the rest of the house?
-We must go now.

Who are you?

Are you Arturo?

Yes, he's Arturo.

Did you cut out these photos?

Yes, it was him.

Why are you so interested in Andreotti?

Aren't you a Mafia boss?

No, I'm a journalist, actually.

So you're not hiding in this house.

No, I rent it, with a regular contract.

See? Fofò was right.

You are a liar.

After the stupid Mafia boss story,
Flora saw me as less than zero.

I was starting to envy my friends,
who fell in love all the time.

I really like those twins.

Children, today we have a special guest.

Flora's dad, Dr Guarneri.

-Listen to him carefully.
-Good morning, guys.

In addition to being Flora's father,

I'm the manager of the bank
of Trinacria of Palermo

and this year I decided to fund
a competition for schools

which is called "Journalist for a month".

Each participant will write an essay
about our city

-titled "A Day in Palermo".
-The winner will have the honour

of writing for a month
for our local journal:

-The Journal of Palermo.
-So now it's up to you.

Just work hard.

On the 15th June last year,
for the promotion,

I persuaded my father to take me
to Giulio Andreotti's speech.

There were many people.
Actually, the first person to talk

was a close friend.
Or at least, he defined himself this way.

He was Mr Salvo Lima, who only said:

"Sicily needs Europe
and Europe needs Sicily."

In addition to the authorities behind me,

Doctor Guarneri deserves special thanks.

It's my boss, do you know him?

A wonderful venture, of which,

as chief editor of the Journal,
I'm really proud.

But now, the most important moment
of the day has come.

I have the honour to announce
the winner of our competition.

The prize goes to: Arturo Giammarresi!

Go there!

Come, Arturo!

And now Arturo will read
his wonderful essay

about "One Day in Palermo".
Come on, Arturo.

Read.

Pio La Torre was murdered.

Pio La Torre was murdered.

"One Day in Palermo."

We are sorry,
but we've just received bad news,

we must suspend the prizegiving.

Congratulations to the winner.

We wish you a happy career.

Thanks to everyone. Sorry.

PCI Secretary General Pio La Torre's car
was approached

by a killer that shot Mr La Torre

and his driver, Rosario Di Salvo,
46 years of age,

with a machine gun.
Their death was instantaneous.

This heinous murder takes place
the day before the assignment in Palermo

of General Carlo Alberto Dalla Chiesa,
appointed by the Government

in order to fight
the Mafia upsurge in Sicily.

"Then Giulio Andreotti spoke."

So you like Andreotti's speech?

"The crowd applauded. You can see
that he helps people very much.

Indeed, somebody said
that the Chairman Giulio Andreotti

is more than a friend. He's actually

the friends' friend.

I decided that when I grow up,
I'll be the friends' friend.

So I'll be loved by many people."

Good job!

So you want to become a journalist.

Do you know
that a journalist doesn't get applauded?

He doesn't have friends among friends.

He's considered a nuisance.
His articles are always criticised.

-But he can write whatever he wants.
-No, this is the problem.

Sometimes you are obliged
to write what they order you.

If you don't do it, they'll make you write
about sport, like me.

-Oh, do you like sport?
-No, I hate it.

This job requires tenacity,

patience, fortitude.

Have you got it?

-Yes!
-Oh!

Good! Listen, Arturo. A good journalist
is judged by interviews.

Who would you like to interview?

The caretaker, the teacher?

No.

In order to impress Flora,
I decided to focus on the man of the hour.

An important man. People even thought

that this person would resolve
all our problems.

Hey, boy! Where are you going?

I'm going to interview Dalla Chiesa.

Go home, we are working here.

-Who are you?
-I'm Arturo Giammarresi,

Journalist for a month at the Journal
of Palermo, I'm here to interview you.

What an honour! Come.

Take a seat.

Thank you.

Now let's listen to what
this important journalist has to ask me.

But remember, no hard questions.

First question:
you are here to fight the Mafia.

But Mr Andreotti says that crime problems

are in Campania and Calabria.

Mr General, did you maybe come
to the wrong region?

"From Mr General's words,

it seems that he's fighting
a real war against the Mafia.

But, to fight a war, you need an army.

However, there was nobody around him.

I only saw two cops without hats.

The prefecture office was empty."

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

"So maybe Mr Andreotti is right.

Clearly, in Sicily,
there are no problems."

Good job, Arturo! You'll have
a bright future as a journalist.

Fofò?

My father's driver told me that he saw,

inside a double-parked bus,

-a man's severed head with sunglasses.
-Oh!

A severed head with sunglasses,
crazy cool!

And the rest of the body
was inside the boot.

Yes, he saw it.

Okay, guys. Happy holidays!

See you in September.

My love for Flora was becoming impossible.

Only the Mafia boss Leoluca Bagarella
was feeling worse than me.

Coz I'm a lady

What a hot singer!

-Sweetie!
-What the fuck are you doing here?

Shouldn't you have killed
that beast that owes us money?

Totò, it's not my fault.
The singer Ivana Spagna turns me on.

Be serious, Little Luca! Your job first!

Then you can think about Spagna
and go whenever you want to.

Okay.

That was the last day of school
before the summer holidays.

I'd not seen Flora
for more than three months.

I found solace only in one person,

as always.

Does the Chairman fancy
stuffed aubergines?

My album was more and more filled
with new adventures of my hero.

Then came September the 3rd, 1982.

Did you see?

"DALLA CHIESA MURDERED"

Of course I saw it.

No one's talked about anything else
since yesterday.

Congratulations, colleague.

You are one of the last
who interviewed him.

I understand that you are upset.

But we journalists go around,
meet people and tell stories.

-These stories don't always end well.
-This is not the problem.

-What is the problem?
-I should apologise to the General.

Because I asked him:
"Why are you in Palermo,

if criminal problems
are in Campania and Calabria?"

I was sure about my question.

Andreotti said that.

Arturo, a journalist always has
to be careful about sources.

In this case, Andreotti...

...was not a good source.

Actually, I went to the funeral

also to ask the Chairman Giulio Andreotti

why he made me ask that question.

How could he know that criminality
was only in Campania and Calabria?

Was he really sure? Who told him?

I could glimpse
the Secretary of the Socialist Party

Bettino Craxi, the leader
of social movement Giorgio Almirante,

the President of the Republic Pertini
and the Premier Giovanni Spadolini.

But I could not see Giulio Andreotti.

I could not see him
simply because he wasn't there.

When some days later, somebody asked him

the reason why he wasn't present
at Dalla Chiesa's funeral

he answered: "I prefer going to baptisms".

The examining magistrate Rocco Chinnici

is very satisfied with the investigation
launched by Judge Giovanni Falcone.

Indeed, there are thousands
of bank accounts under examination

-across Palermitan banks...
-See?

...where hundreds of billions
could be hidden.

Has it ever happened?

They are getting their hands
into bank accounts!

Examining each operation,
each wire transfer!

What do they want to find?

Every evening the police come to the bank!

They don't even pay the overtime!

-So they call it justice!
-What's wrong?

What's wrong?

The worst is that managers
are shitting themselves.

The first is Guarneri.
Guess who they blame.

-Obviously they blame us employees.
-Is Guarneri Flora's dad?

How many Guarneri do you know?

Yes, Flora's dad, Dr Guarneri.
Stay out, please.

Study!

-Do you think you are on time?
-I'm sorry.

Take your seat!

Flora left this.

FOR ARTURO

Guys, let's do this exercise.

If I...

Dear Arturo, can you remember
your invite to the cemetery?

I know, much time has passed,

but I think that the moment has arrived
to accept your invite.

I'll wait for you this afternoon at 16:00,
at the cemetery of Saint Mary of Jesus.

I have something important to say. Flora.

If I had...

Flora, I've been waiting
for this moment for a long time.

I know, but please, keep your mouth shut
now. I have something important to say.

I'm moving to Switzerland.

To Switzerland?

For your holidays?
They have wonderful chocolate.

No, Arturo, I'm moving there forever.

Why forever?

My father says that it's safer there.

There are no judges there.

Are you happy?

No.

Don't worry. I'm sure she is in Heaven.

No, she's going to Switzerland.

After our meeting at the cemetery,
I made two considerations.

The first was:
Flora was obviously in love with me.

The second: I had to do something
to convince her to stay.

-Please. Is everything all right, Judge?
-Fine.

I was quite sure
that Flora would have called me

to tell me she would stay in Palermo.

But that morning,
the one who read my message

was not Flora.

Good morning, Judge.

DON'T LEAVE, FLORA
I LOVE YOU! ARTURO

Good job, Arturo!

It's approximately 8:10

when the examining magistrate
Rocco Chinnici leaves home

at number 61 Via Pipitone Federico

to go to the tribunal.

The security is positioned,
with the armoured car,

but, as Chinnici crosses the door,
a tremendous explosion occurred.

The bomb, supposedly 100 kilos of TNT,

was inside a car, this green FIAT 126,

the wreckage of which is visible
and was parked outside the house.

In addition to Dr Chinnici, other victims
are Marshall Mario Trapassi,

36 years of age, married,
a father of four,

the corporal Salvatore Bartolotta,
56 years of age,

also married and a father of two,

and Stefano Li Sacchi, 56 years,
caretaker of the building.

Funerals will be tomorrow morning
at San Domenico Church, Palermo's Pantheon,

where the funeral
of Dalla Chiesa took place.

Flora moved to Switzerland
and I haven't seen her since then.

I hadn't been able to declare myself.

I decided that I wouldn't declare
my love to any other woman.

Put simply, something changed.

Francesco, my journalist friend,
abandoned sport reporting,

and found a job as a correspondent
for a northern newspaper office.

Hey, colleague!

I'll wait for your articles!

Then a unique event in history happened:

Palermitans discovered
the existence of the Mafia.

This discovery happened thanks to Judges
Giovanni Falcone and Paolo Borsellino,

who prepared
the supertrial for Cosa Nostra.

Lombardo Sebastiano,
Scalia Giuseppe, Rizzi Giuseppe,

Mangano Giuseppe, Spataro Benedetto,
Bronzini Alessandro,

Brusca Giovanni, Croce Alfredo
and Domenico Mineo Antonino,

Prestifilippo Giovanni,
Giuseppe and Francesco...

This organization,
the so-called Cosa Nostra,

takes the name of the street
where this family is situated.

Above these families, there is a link

composed of people
that we call "crew bosses"...

Behind bars, there were many big shots,

but Totò Riina was missing,
because he preferred working from home.

He was not happy with the verdict

that condemned the Mafia
for the first time, in a tribunal.

-In the name of the Italian people...
-Cuckolds!

For Palermo, this came as a shock,
but with the arrival of summer

the town quickly forgot the super-trial,

Falcone, Borsellino and even the Mafia.

Everyone went back
to their normal activities.

-Here's a sandwich.
-Thanks a million.

Why the sandwich? Haven't you eaten today?

Totò, you are right,

but when I work, I burn off calories.
If I don't eat, my glycaemia level drops.

-I must eat.
-So eat!

So you get fat.

Morning, I'm the mailman.

As for me,
I was only thinking about Flora.

Romeo!

There's a letter for you.

-Who is it? Flora?
-Why do you care? Go away!

It wasn't Flora, but Francesco.

He told me that I had to react,
and to help me

he organised a meeting
with a local TV manager.

They were looking for young talent.

Diploma...

Dear Arturo, your CV

is a bit short.

Don't look so worried!

You are so young, my dear.

Jean Pierre promises you
that this blank page

will be filled up, ensemble, together.

-Thank you, Dr Jean Pierre.
-No, just call me Jean Pierre.

-Thank you, Jean Pierre.
-Pas de quoi, my dear.

Pas de quoi. I can read that your dream
was to become a journalist.

-Do you still have this passion, my dear?
-Yes, indeed...

Perfect!

Do you play the piano?

Yes.

BONSUAR, PALERMITANS' SHOW

Gentlemen, bonsoir à tout le monde!
Everyone!

And bienvenue to the Palermitans' Show!

Now I'll read a letter
from a faithful viewer.

Mrs Santoro writes about a problem
that troubles our wonderful city.

The problem is about
magistrates' security car sirens.

Consider that this viewer
can't even watch our TV show

as she's tormented by these sirens.

So she asks us: "Why don't these
magistrates move away from Palermo?"

Just create a district
of aligned small houses.

Less risk for them and less risk
for us, gentlemen. Let's be clear!

And less stress for everybody.

In order to answer this smart question,
tonight we have a special guest.

The noble father
of Sicilian Christian Democracy!

Personal friend
of our beloved Chairman of the Board,

Mr Giulio Andreotti. Hello, Mr Chairman!

Let's welcome, tonight...

That was my moment. I couldn't miss it.

Sir Salvo Lima!

Bonsoir, Sir.

Please, take a sit.

Instead, I missed it.

It's not because I forgot the music,

I couldn't imagine that I would have seen,
exactly the night of my debut,

and after so many years...
Flora, my Flora.

Shut up.

Say goodbye to our good musician, Arturo,

who is done for tonight.

Go, Arturo.

Go!

Dear Sir, I'm sorry
for this inconvenience.

Thank you for inviting me
to this wonderful TV show.

I'd invite you every day
to my house for lunch.

He's led me to a surge of blood pressure.

I feel really bad.

Here he is.

Arturo, if we were broadcasting in France

you now would be chassé.

-I'm really sorry, Jean Pierre.
-Don't make any more mistakes.

-Otherwise you'll be...
-...chassé.

No! Kicked out!

Hi, Flora. Excuse Jean Pierre, you know...

...it's the adrenaline.
He just needs to unload.

I'm his right-hand man.
I help him in these moments.

Fuck!

-Have you been in Palermo for long?
-I came back recently.

My father asked me If I wanted to help
Mr Lima with the election campaign.

-It's a delicate moment for elections.
-So you cover an important position.

-I'm his first assistant.
-A bit like me and Jean Pierre.

Yes, with some differences.

Right, I also do other things in TV.

-I'm a journalist, I do reports.
-Interesting.

Do you also report about politics?

I don't know, actually.
We haven't aired anything yet.

Bu we have many ideas,
we're working on it.

Excuse me, Flora,
we should go, it's late.

It was nice to see you, stay in touch.

-For sure I'll stay in touch.
-Call me.

Of course I'll call you.

But I don't have her number.

-Bye, Arturo.
-Bye, Flora.

I'll call you! Bye.

We'll do it. Send him my regards!
Thank you.

Arturo.

Little Arturo.
I don't know how you managed,

but honestly I don't even want to know,

but you must know that Mr Lima's assistant
has just called me.

-Flora Guarneri.
-Flora! How is she doing?

You can ask her directly,
you'll have your occasion.

Because she communicated that Mr Lima

wants you, as a young journalist,
to report on his election campaign

of DC Party, at our newscast.

I hope you realise the délicatesse
of this task.

-Of course.
-This time you can't make mistakes.

-Sure.
-Otherwise you'll be...

-...chassé.
-How?

-Kicked in the ass.
-Exactement!

You're learning.

Sure.

His son wanted to work with the boss.

They wanted to offer some help.

The Hon will arrange everything,
there are no problems.

Right?

-No.
-No.

I know Mr Lima was a subject of gossip

and up until recently, I wouldn't imagine
finding myself in a place like this,

but for love people do bullsh...
Stupid things.

Wait, they'll call you.

What a hottie!

-Hey!
-I'm sorry.

-Can't I say so?
-No.

Fofò? Fofò Cassina?

-Who are you?
-I'm Arturo Giammarresi.

Arturo, how are you doing?

-Fine, what are you doing here?
-Flora is back,

so I've come over to say hello.

But don't you know what happened
last week? Flora argued with Lima

and she walked away slamming the door.
She said: "You'll never see me again!

-I'm going to Switzerland, Schaffhausen."
-Schaffhausen?

It's a German canton, the furthest one.

-Dr Giammarresi, you can come in.
-I'm coming.

-I have to go, Fofò.
-Please, go.

-Thank you for the update.
-You're welcome.

Can I put them in some water?

-It's a shame.
-Thanks.

-Bye, take care.
-Bye.

There are some corrections to be made.

We've already talked. I understand, yes.

-Flora.
-Come, Arturo. Take a seat.

I understood everything.

I'm busy at the moment.
We'll talk this afternoon.

Okay, goodbye, thanks.

Flora, a present for you.

These things are important to me.

I also brought some iris pastries.

Apart from the iris pastries,

do you have some ideas for the project?

I don't actually have ideas now.
I wanted to talk with you before.

Having some ideas wouldn't be bad.
Anyway, I'll be quick.

Mr Lima, even though he's not a candidate

is personally organising
the election campaign.

It's a delicate moment, you'll understand.
And these reports are important.

From today, you're at our disposal
up until the end of the election campaign.

If you have a girlfriend, tell her
you won't be available for two months.

I want to assure you that I'm not engaged.

I have been pushing girls away for years.

-I'm sorry for you.
-I want to clarify that it's my choice.

I'm giving priority
to my professional career. You know?

Perfect, I don't think
you're doing good with Jean Pierre.

This is a big opportunity.
Don't waste it! I chose you.

-Don't worry.
-Here are all the details.

See you tomorrow
at 15:00 at Ballarò Market.

Perfect, tomorrow at 15:00.

Shall we eat first?

Fine.

Arturo?

Yes?

Are there any bullets in the inside?
Can I eat them?

Yes, now you can eat them.
Be careful, I just bought two.

But here there are many people...

-Hello, I'm Mr Lima's assistant.
-See you.

Check, Salvo Lima check.

The volume is okay, maybe the angle...

Perfect.

-Hey, he was at Jean Pierre's show.
-He plays the pianola.

Excuse me, I have to shoot the report.
Can you please move away?

That's him!

Excuse me, I told you that I'm working.
Don't bust my ba... How are you, my dear?

-You all right?
-All right.

-The Hon is arriving.
-I'm shooting the first part

then I'll film the Hon in detail. Okay?

Please excuse me, I have to say hello
to my fans. They are very warm.

He doesn't even have a cameraman.

Now we can start.

Salvo Lima...

Please, Mr Lima...

Mr Lima, we all want...

-Mr Lima, please...
-Don't worry.

I'll take care of it.

-Please do something for young people.
-Don't worry, sir.

We are thinking about you too.

- Please help my son.
- I'll do it.

Thanks to everyone!

After meeting with the merchants, Mr Lima

launched a convincing solution
to solve Sicily's problems.

Sicily needs Europe, Europe needs Sicily.

Well said!

Good job, Arturo! You're confident
and easy, we are so proud of you.

Nice choice, Lima and Christian Democracy

will never die!

Once again, our Party,
the Christian Democrats,

will be a protagonist
at the coming elections.

I take this opportunity
to thank you for your interest,

for the good job you are doing,
and I bring the regards

of our beloved Chairman
of the Board, Giulio Andreotti.

-Film him.
-The Chairman congratulates all us

for what we are doing
and above all for our commitment

related to this election campaign.

Finally, Mr Lima concluded with
an innovative solution for Sicily:

Sicily needs Europe
and Europe needs Sicily.

Big cuckold!

He said he'd fix the super-trial verdict.

-Instead they convicted everyone.
-While we rot in jail

Judge Falcone celebrates.

We must kill Lima.

After fixing our friends,

we'll fix our enemies.

Judge Giovanni Falcone expressed
big satisfaction for the verdict

of the Court of Cassation,
confirming all sentences

regarding the judgment at first instance.

The prosecution...

-Hello?
-Arturo?

Hi, Flora. If you need a report I'm ready.

Calm down. You don't have
to get nervous every time I call you.

-Sorry, It's the reporter's adrenaline.
-This won't give you the same adrenaline,

but you're invited for dinner, tonight.

-Is Lima at your place?
-No, Arturo, just you and me.

-You don't want to?
-Sure!

So I won't carry the camera.

It depends on what you have in mind.

I'll wait for you.

One is more elegant.

Fuck the elegance!

-Yes?
-Flora, it's Arturo.

Come, Arturo, fourth floor.

Flora!

Come in.

-The bedroom, now?
-No, the living room!

Living room? We'll eat first!

No, we'll eat later. I'm scared.

I've never done it.

Neither have I, actually. But I thought
that after years spent in Switzerland...

It's a northern country,
they are open-minded...

I thought you'd have done it
at least once.

-But I say so with no pleasure.
-No, I swear.

Let's go.

-I need your help.
-Flora, we'll try to help each other.

I've never written
a speech for a politician.

-Politician?
-It's not easy to write for Lima.

Lima...

But Lima doesn't make
very complex speeches.

"Sicily needs Europe,
Europe needs Sicily."

If you want you can put Europe first:
Europe needs Sicily...

Stop it, Arturo! It's important.

Lima wants a breakup speech.
You know, for all the polemics.

I was thinking of starting like this:

"Christian Democrats are
in the first line against the Mafia,

- and will always..."
- First line?

It seems exaggerated. I'd say third line.

Even the second line would be too much.

What's wrong, Arturo?
Why are you so petulant?

Lima doesn't say things like that.
He's never said a word against the Mafia,

not even by mistake. How could he say this
now, during the election campaign?

Who would vote for him?

Tonight I've understood something.

Now I know who you are.

You are a dick!

You think you're better than me
and other people.

However, when I got you a job
with Lima you were happy.

You praised Lima.
And now you act superior.

Fuck you!

Flora, I don't give a shit
about Lima and the DC Party, actually.

I accepted this job to see you.

Because I've always been...

I've always loved you.

And maybe there's something more.

More...

Is this the real reason?

Yes.

This is the worst way and time
to let me know.

Now leave.

Get out!

-Hello.
-Now I know who you are.

-Who am I?
-You are stupid!

An immense crétin. Only a stupid person

can be called to be Lima's assistant

and get kicked out in a week.

But since I have a big heart, a big coeur,
I'll take you back on my show.

-As a journalist?
-No, as a pianist.

Consider yourself lucky.
I have a queue of pianists at my door

who want your position.
Do you understand, Arturo?

Look who's here! Jean Pierre!

That's true! Jean Pierre!

-How pretty!
-Bonsoir.

-Bonsoir.
-Bonsoir.

People love me.

Get it through your thick head!

-What are you doing?
-Did you hear that?

-What?
-How can you ignore it? A man is down!

Come on, go!
A lot of people get murdered in Palermo!

One more, one less, it doesn't matter.
Let's go!

Where are you going, Arturo?
This time you'll be

-chassé!
-Just go fuck yourself!

-Lima!
-Shit! They murdered him!

-Was there a blond woman?
-I didn't see.

I'm sure. Was there a blond girl?

So you are deaf! I didn't see anything!

We are calling the police.

Flora, it's Arturo.

Hello? Flora, it's Arturo.

...the reason of the murder is to be found

between the pages of the indictment
of political crimes.

Judges found some similarities
between this killing

and the one of another member

-related to Andreotti.
-I must ask you something.

-This is not the moment.
-Yes, it's the moment.

...doesn't want to surrender,
stated the investigators.

Do you think Lima
would have read this speech?

Salvo Lima has been killed in the area
of the strongest Mafia clans

allied to the Corleone family.
The Mafia organisation has not changed.

Now, the Mafia is looking for
or has already found politicians...

No.

A memory about Mr Salvo Lima.

I remember him being a smart person.

I've always seen him working
for poor people

and justice. He was fond of Europe

and I do remember him not only as a friend

but also with great regret and respect.

What will happen in Sicily?

I don't know.

I heard no more about Flora.

I was alone, covered by a strange
and annoying cloak of heat,

that, after the death of Salvo Lima,
embraced the city of Palermo.

In this oppressive atmosphere,
I also had to find a new job.

Hello.

This is my CV.

Thank you.

Hello, I'll leave my CV here.

Thank you.

I'll take it back.

It wasn't easy. Not only for the problem
of finding a job in Palermo,

but also because it was hot, too hot.

The only one who could tolerate it
was Totò Riina,

who anticipated the heat wave.

But Riina had a problem:
he couldn't get used to technology.

-I can't get how it works.
-I've explained this. Again.

If you feel hot,
you have to press this one: snow.

See? Snow. If you are cold,

-press the sun button.
-Sun, snow...

-I get confused.
-It's the opposite!

Just the opposite.
I've been saying this for two hours.

If you feel hot, press snow.

If you are cold, press snow...
Sorry, press sun!

Snow, sun. I got confused too.

Just press something!

How does technology work? I can't get it.

Judge Paolo Borsellino has supported
the candidacy of Giovanni Falcone...

But some days after, Totò Riina understood

how a remote control works.

However, there are many contrary opinions.

At Palazzo dei Marescialli
the fight goes on.

Even my former classmate Fofò
understood it,

since when he arrived in the Capaci area,
he crossed Judge Giovanni Falcone's car

and one of his security guards.

-Also Jean Pierre got it,
-Mom?

who arrived in Via D'Amelio
five minutes after

Judge Paolo Borsellino
and his security guards.

Mom?

Mom!

Mom!

Mom?

All Palermitans understood it.

CAPITAL PUNISHMENT = CIVILIZATION

But during the funeral
of Judge Borsellino's security guards,

they were held outside the cathedral.

They are our dead!

Holy shit! Let us through!

They've demonstrated
that the nation is not with us!

Because we are here as citizens!

Only Palermitans have the right
to mourn these dead.

They treated us
as if we were the criminals!

We want to pass through
in order to honour the dead!

These guys that die
just in the performance of their duties.

We haven't slept for 48 hours
because of these facts!

Let me go!

Kick the Mafia out of our country!

Kick the Mafia out of our country!

I understood it too.

Kick the Mafia out of our country!

Flora!

ALWAYS

Good job, Flora.

Another one. I can see the hair.
Come on!

Good, come on!

Another one, he'll come out.

Come on, like this! Good job!

Here he is.

So lovely!

Wonderful!

When I became a father
I understood that parents

have two basic tasks:

the first one is to defend
their son from the world's evil,

the second one
is to help him recognise it.

Aparo was the deputy brigadier
of Palermo's flying squad.

He was 44 years old when they killed him.

He was considered a bloodhound.

IN MEMORY OF FILADELFIO APARO

AND OTHER VICTIMS

Thanks to him,
the Mafia association is indictable,

in addition to the sequestrating
of properties belonging to the Mafia.

IN MEMORY OF PIO LA TORRE
AND ROSARIO DI SALVO

He worked at the Journal of Sicily

and he was the first
to understand Totò Riina's intentions.

IN MEMORY OF MARIO FRANCESE
KILLED BY THE MAFIA

Here, Paolo Borsellino together
with his guards were killed.

Even though he knew that the Mafia
would kill him, he continued.

He wasn't scared.

At a certain point,
he decided to go to Rome.

In Rome he could work.

He did what he couldn't do in Palermo.

IN MEMORY OF JUDGE FALCONE, HIS WIFE
AND SECURITY GUARDS

I walked into this bar, and there was
a man with a strange mustache.

He bought me an iris with ricotta. He was
the head of the flying squad Giuliano.

He was a very good cop!

IN MEMORY OF GIORGIO BORIS GIULIANO

He gave me my first interview.

DO NOT LEAVE RUBBISH
UNDER GENERAL DALLA CHIESA'S HEADSTONE

He created the anti-mafia pool.

Your mother and I
had the opportunity to meet him.

IN MEMORY OF MAFIA VICTIMS ROCCO CHINNICI
AND HIS SECURITY GUARDS

BORIS GIULIANO, HIS PROGRAM

CARLO ALBERTO DALLA CHIESA, FROM MAY
IN SICILY TO FIGHT THE MAFIA

CESARE TERRANOVA KILLED WITH HIS DRIVER
SAID: "LIGGIO WANTS ME DEAD"

GIOVANNI FALCONE KILLED BY THE MAFIA

PAOLO BORSELLINO, THE MAFIA
DECLARES WAR TO THE STATE

GAETANO COSTA, THE PROSECUTOR KILLED
IN PALERMO WAS AN "OBSTACLE" TO THE MAFIA

FILADELFIO APARO MURDERED

PIERSANTI MATTARELLA PRESIDENT
OF THE REGION SICILY

PIO LA TORRE KILLED
WITH THE DRIVER IN AN AMBUSH

ROCCO CHINNICI, MASSACRE OF THE MAFIA
IN PALERMO TO KILL A TROUBLESOME JUDGE

Translator: Fabio De Grandis