All language subtitles for How to Kill a Judge (Perche si uccide un magistrato) (1975) IT BRD 1080p

HOW TO KILL A JUDGE

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

Any resemblance to actual people,
facts, and events is unintended.

My respects, Counselor.

What is it, De Tonnari?

I'm pressing charges.
Slander against the judiciary.

Against a film?
— Yes, sir.

Is it already showing?
— Since yesterday.

And you think
it's an attack against us?

Against you personally, sir.

So, there's a film about me.

It's slander, and worse!

It's obscene.

Request a copy.
I'd like to see it.

It's time.

So?
— The judge requested a copy.

Traini himself is watching it now.

Where's your friend,
the director?

In the other room.
I'll tell him.

Ten years of incendiary articles,
and a film, does it?

We all care about this!

Giacomo, right now Traini
is viewing the film.

My film?
— Yes, he requested a copy.

He could lose it, this time.
— Don't be so sure.

Usually, he's the one
that pisses others off.

Well, we'll know in two hours.

So that would be me?

Yes.

They found an actor
that resembles you somewhat...

Your Honour.

Who's the director?
— One Giacomo Solaris.

Leftie?
— Obviously.

Here comes the scene
in which the judge

who's allegedly conniving
with the political Mafia

is questioned
by the Anti-mafia Commission.

And what's the verdict?

The actual Commission
never had anything to say about me.

They conclude that the Commission itself
is in the Mafia's hands.

You don't say!

Then they list the judge's crimes
over the years.

Good. Let's have some fun.

Boom!

I could've bet
they'd do it in slow-motion.

The Balestrate massacre,
I assume?

One of many attributed
to the boss Carmelo Bellolampo.

Obviously, they changed the names.
— Got it.

Now they'll say the judge
was the boss's accomplice

and orchestrated his acquittal.

Worse!

That he hid key evidence
to set him free

as a tool of the political Mafia.

Rubbish from Sicilianotte
and other tabloids!

Who's that supposed to be?

Bellolampo's film double,
freshly acquitted by the judge.

And on the run ever since.

Years and years
of a criminal being left at large.

Quite engrossing.

And now for the most
unbearable part.

The most obscene!
— Calm down, my boy.

The case of Lipari, the informant!

A crackpot.
I questioned him myself.

Said he could tell us things
about Bellolampo.

On the Balestrate massacre,
that car filled with explosive.

All bullshit.

Observe, Your Honour.

The empty seat.

They're pointing out
that you questioned him

without a court clerk present.

It's true.

The clerk fell unexpectedly ill.

Yes, but they're saying
it was intentional!

As if you didn't want
any witnesses!

A few days later,
Lipari is found murdered

in the prison latrine.

Implying that he was killed
because of what he knew

and had confessed to you.

They're stating that
when Lipari talked to you

he thought he was facing justice

but was just facing his butcher.

This is unconscionable, sir.

They're accusing a judge
of having ordered a murder!

Look at that!
They killed me, too!

THE END

Killed by his accomplices.

A wretched end,
to rile up the audience.

And how does the audience react,
when the judge dies?

I can tell you.

They clap.

Antonia.
— Good day, madam.

I was hoping to spare you
this odiousness.

I saw the film yesterday.

I asked De Tonnari
to do something.

People no longer respect us.

Don't be dramatic.

You should sue these people
for aggravated slander.

It's enough for an arrest warrant!

When those facts happened
you were still in college, my friend.

I appreciate your devotion,
but this is a difficult city.

Very difficult.

Enough magnanimity.

Strike back, this time.
And harshly!

Today, in the theatre,
a woman stood up and yelled:

"Shame on you!
The judges are good people!"

Lame.
— Then, two men fought

and ended up in hospital.
— Now we're talking.

Send it in for proofreading.

Judge Traini
is facing the music now.

What about
the Mediterranean Bank trial?

A huge scandal!

Now he'll have
to go through with it!

He's been dodging it for six years.

The police is here.

I'll tell you plainly:

Either you remove
your film from theatres

or we'll do it for you.

And on what grounds?

Disruption of public order.

If you're scared of Traini,
you're too late.

The judge already saw it.

Had I known what you had in mind

I wouldn't have given you
our police cars for the shoots.

Are you that well-connected?

You're the biggest fish I know.

You're crazy.

But yeah, why would you care?

You're leaving,
while I'm staying here.

And if Traini learns
that we're friends

he'll run a Steamroller
over my career.

He'll grind me up!

Stay away from me, Giacomo.

Giacomo!

Phone!
— Yes, I'm coming.

Hey, are you coming to dinner?

Hello?

Mr. Solaris?

Yes, that's me.
— It's Mrs Traini.

Your hotel gave me this number.

Alright.

Good evening.

It was Mrs Traini.

She invited me
to dinner tomorrow.

Good evening.
— Good evening, come in.

Mrs Traini.

My wife.
— Charmed.

Do you remember us?
— Of course.

We met this summer in Taormina.

Right, at the Tourism Councilor’s villa.

Indeed.
— I'm very glad to see you again.

Can you excuse me?
— Please.

Mr. Solaris.
— Madam.

Come, I'll introduce you
to my husband.

Antonia!

I'm here.

Mr. Solaris.

Welcome.
— Thank you.

This is Mr. De Tonnari.

Charmed.
— Me too.

Excuse us. This way.

The Honourable Derrasi...

Charmed.
— The pleasure's mine.

Engineer Catalonia.

From the Mediterranean Bank?
— Its president.

I could tell you stories about Palermo
you couldn't imagine.

Not like your fiction!

Princess Alberese, my cousin.

Mr. Solaris and I
will spend a few minutes alone.

I was in Hollywood... twice.

Ketty Notarbartolo.

Come.

Charming lady.
— Sure...

If you ask me,
he shouldn't even talk to him.

You're young, for all your success.

But let's cut to the chase.

Am I or am I not
the judge in your film?

Whether you see yourself in him
is your call.

It would've been more honest
to use my real name.

Then my film
would've never been released.

I want people to see it.

And learn to despise justice?

The opposite.
To love it. Demand it.

You see, a young deputy of mine,
an idealist like you...

filed charges against you
for slander against the judiciary.

You levelled many
false accusations at me.

Do you know what the first request
at your trial would be?

Evidence.
— Do you have any?

Let's have a trial and see.

You do trust justice, then.

No. I trust scandal.

I know what my verdict would be.

Guilty, you mean?

I'm 90% certain.

You shot a few scenes in our prison.

But were you ever in,
as an inmate?

You know, once he learned
what kind of film it was

the prison director joked:

"Maybe one day we'll have you here
as a permanent resident!"

And that's the price
you're willing to pay

to see a judge dragged to trial?

No matter whether
he's found guilty or innocent...

the charge itself
is enough to tarnish his image.

I'm sorry to disappoint,
Mr. Solaris.

You see, we judges
are like army officers.

They abhor war.

While the middle class
dreams of the battlefield.

You had a lot of help
while shooting, didn't you?

I have many friends here.

Even a small-time Mafioso
gave me a hand.

So did the police, I hear.

You know Commissioner Zamagna.

Zamagna...

Right, from the rapid response team.

He did help our shoot,
but only after we got a permit.

He's quite strict.

Sorry to interrupt, dinner is served.

Come, come to dinner!
It's ready.

Oh, such nice candelabra.

Have a seat,
I'll be right with you.

Mr. Solaris.

I feared you wouldn't come.

I had misjudged you.

I see you felt the need
to apologise to my husband.

Actually, your husband
didn't ask for an apology.

Nor would I have offered any.

What did you conclude, then?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Come.

Come and see.

They're throwing stones at us.

My son was scared to death.

Someone who appreciated
your film, no doubt.

Perhaps tomorrow
they'll throw them directly at us.

Like all slanderers,
you're a coward, too.

You hide behind allusion.

Half-uttered sentences.

If it were up to me,
you'd be arrested right now.

I'm not as kind as my husband.

I don't think you'd like
having me at your table, then.

Indeed.

What are you doing, honey?
It's late, go to bed.

Come, let's go.

Pietro, escort the gentleman out.

No need, thank you.

Excuse me!

Are you Solaris?

I am.

Ugo Selimi.

Ah, the politician.

Blame my constituents.

Are you leaving already?

Yes, I am.

Goodbye, then.

Good evening.

Evening.
— And to you.

Pardon me,
may I have a word?

Is it true, what they're saying?

That you mean to go ahead
with the Mediterranean Bank trial?

Yes, I'm going through
the paperwork.

Right! You do that.

And then lock them
away again, got it?

You can't talk to me that way.

If the trial happens,
I'll be done for.

And if it doesn't...

I will be.

Your role in the party
is less important than mine.

Such a megalomaniac.

My wife awaits us at the table.

Tell me what you intend to do!

I won't tell you anything.

I need to know
whether the trial will happen.

Selimi, you have many
political qualities

but you lack a sense of measure.

You've gotten quite rude lately,
as a matter of fact.

Are you laying a trap for me?

I decide what to do
in my line of work.

Are we clear?

Come!

I know who you are.

Greet the gentleman!

My daughters.
— Good evening.

Good bye.

SQ?

What's up with His Excellency?

Will he stay on his throne,
with his cap and ermine cloak?

Saying, "Ten years to you,
life sentence to you"...

Jailing poor family men
for having stolen some food.

Thanks for the souvenir.

Won't they arrest him?

It'll take a lot more.

What the...?
— Excuse our rough manners, sir.

Are you tailing me?
— We need to talk to you.

What did the judge want?

To show me that he's untouchable
— What else?

He asked me about you.
— And?

Didn't you say
you'd never come near me?

I need to, for questioning.
So?

I pretended not to know you.

Which is almost the truth.

And I didn't tell him
you're on the Mafia's payroll.

There's no proof!
— Oh, so you're innocent?

Commissioner Zamagna always is!

You know who was there?

Two politicians, Selimi and Derrasi.
Weren't they enemies?

Divided by hatred,
united by the judge!

Who does Bellolampo side with?
— Whoever's winning!

So why won't you arrest him?

Waiting for orders from on high?

I will when I find him!
He's hard to catch!

How many stakeouts
did we do for Bellolampo this year?

Eleven, counting tomorrow's.

Tomorrow? You must let me come!
This may be the one!

No, you get too excited! Bye!

What if I told the judge
that some of my info came from you?

Damn the day
you walked into my office!

Why did I ever help you?

Because you feel
my intellectual superiority!

Shithead!

It's like I told you.
It's crawling with cops.

They're having a masked ball,
posing as road workers.

Two cars with the commissioner
behind the corner.

Call me when it's over.

Yeah?

They're at the clinic.

It's true, then.
Our friend is in poor health.

So, it seems.

Call me back,
and tell me if they got him.

If they do,
we should pay the informant.

Handsomely...

if what he said is true.

Go! Away from here!

Run, ma'am!

You too!

Listen to me!
They know you have a heart condition.

Don't move!

And don't trust anyone, Carmelo!

Carmelo, can you hear me?

Can I have a cigarette?

No, Carmelo, you can't.

You know it's bad for you.

Pack it all up!

Oh, Your Excellency!

So sorry the show was called off!

There was a patient,
but it wasn't our friend.

Pack it up, the war is over.

Or it goes on, rather!

An artificial kidney
isn't an expensive machine.

A man with Bellolampo's means...

Can buy a private one, I know!

But if they tip us off,
we have to follow through!

If nothing else,
to justify the rich salaries

we keep cruelly extorting
from the taxpayers!

Pardon me,
but I got the impression

we didn't finish our talk
last night.

There's nothing left to say.

You can't offend me
and not let me reply.

Please leave me be.

Good day, Doctor.
— Good day, madam.

This is the Alberese Palace.
Our cousin lives here.

I can't be seen with you.

That was our doctor!
What if he tells my husband?

I know I've given you
a lot of trouble.

I forgive you
for what you said to me.

But this is bigger than us.
It's not personal!

Oh, enough!

If you have something to say,
tell a judge.

A judge like your husband?

Then pick one you trust!

Funny. You both say
I don't have faith in justice

but it's really you.

Your husband is scared stiff!

Oh, come off it!
— I want a trial, he runs from it.

And you're involved too,
you know?

For what you don't do.

Why don't you go and sue me?

For once, a man wants
to be put on trial

and no one will help him.
Give me a hand!

I'll never do anything
you tell me to. Got it?

Here's another idea, then.

Why don't we go out tonight,
with your husband?

You'll learn a lot
from how he talks to me.

It will be eye-opening.

Here's my last offer, then!

Forget everything!

And forgive me!

For all it's worth...

I think this film
shouldn't have been made!

I didn't like it!

I did, though!
— Thank you.

Mr. Solaris.

The things you say...

Do you have proof?

My brother got a life sentence!

And he said to me:

"Sis, I'll tell them everything.

I'll tell them who made me
put the bomb in that car.

Why should I rot in prison
while the big men enjoy freedom?"

And what did I reply?

"Brother, don't do it!

If you keep quiet, you'll live.

If you speak, you'll die!"

But he said,
"No! Traini promised me

that he could help me out!"

I said, "Don't mention any names!"

Did he name anyone to you?

No, he only talked to Traini.

A few days later, they killed him.

Which newspaper
does the lady write for?

One from the north.

And why the sunglasses?

Are you ashamed
of being seen with me?

Such beautiful eyes!

A sight to see!

And after his funeral? Go on!

They came to my house!

They told me Lipari the spy
was in his grave

and I should leave it be.

A threat.

A piece of advice!

From him.

Who?

What do you mean, "who?"
— Bellolampo.

Bellolampo!

They offered me money
to compensate me

and keep my mouth shut!

And you took it, naturally.

What else could I do?

Refusing wouldn't have brought
my brother back to life!

You could've spared me
that ghastly meeting.

How can you believe her,
given what she is?

Even women like her
can tell the truth.

That's your opinion.

If she were rich and had a degree,
would it be better?

A friend of mine knows even more
than I do about your husband.

She's a journalist.

Fight, for Sicilianotte.

You call that journalism?

Much better a whore.

Mr. Vezzi is an honest man.
Perhaps you'll believe him.

Who's that?
— The court clerk who wasn't there

for the meeting between
your husband and Ivo Lipari.

Impeccable credentials,
I can guarantee you that.

A highly esteemed man.

Decorated, I believe.

GOOD!

Rather shameful, don't you think?

This whole affair, I mean.

I don't get that woman.

Not one doubt about her husband.

The perfect wife.

What about...

The kid, the sickly one.
He's not hers, right?

Yeah, he's the first wife's.

So... we're beaten.

You're leaving,
and nothing has changed.

Don't ruin your mood.
Want any coffee?

Judge Traini is a thoroughbred,
running unfettered.

The biting flies
don't slow him down.

And we're the flies.

Watch your back.

He can find other ways
to get back at you.

Do YOU pay your taxes?

Of course, I do!

All of them? Always?

Yeah, more or less.

Be careful.

Solaris?
— Yes, speaking.

I'm a young judge...

I'm calling to tell you
that I agree with your thesis.

I wished to congratulate you,
Mr. Solaris.

For your film.

You have my thanks.

We need people like you,
brave enough to tell the truth.

Don't you agree?
— I believe I do, Mr...?

Forgive me for not saying.

My career's on the line.

Again, all my praise.

Well, that's a result.
However small...

Yes, come in.

The driver's here.

Driver? I didn't ask for one.

Take my luggage downstairs.
— Right away!

May I see you off?

I heard you got a big contract.

Three billion, for the highway.

Work is steady, praise be.

You're climbing up
in the Mafia, then.

No, what Mafia?
— "|t doesn't exist!"

The newspapers made it up!
— "People from Milan!"

Right, they don't know Sicily!

But the Mafia protects you,
envelops you...

Your own little pillow fort.

Without the Mafia,
what would you do?

You'd be jobless!

Without the Mafia,
a good man like you

could work honestly,
without the "code."

Without bullying or blackmail.

Or becoming a bully himself.

Me?

Yeah, you're less
of a bastard than others.

But the game's rules
are the same for everyone.

How would I live, otherwise?

Whose side are you on?

Derrasi's, or Selimi's?

What's important
is not to make mistakes.

I scrape by, in my small pond.

You call three billion small?

Won't be much left for me!

Where did all that info
for your film come from?

Some came from you.
— Oh, just rumours!

Some from Zamagna...
— That pig!

Some journalist friends...
— All lefties!

"A|| men are equal!"
How are we alike?

I'm better.
— No, I am!

No, I am.
— Yeah, you're right.

The judge changed his mind.
They're here to arrest me.

No, they're here for me.

Such a racket!

Hello, sir! Remember me?

I was an extra in your film!
— Oh, right.

I'll go park.
— Yes.

It's him. It's him!
— What are you doing?

They want to meet
the most famous man in Palermo!

Don't make a scene, now.
— Aw, don't be modest!

What're all these police officers
doing here?

They're searching all passengers
to find the killer.

They'll just find
turnips and pumpkins!

They killed His Excellency!
His Excellency!

What the...?
— They found him two hours ago!

A point-blank shot!
They put him down like a dog!

Where? Where did it happen?

In his car!
— Giacomo...

Judge Traini was murdered.

Who was it?

No one knows.

But how...?
— No one knows!

Attention, please.

Yes, from Rome.
Which one is he?

There! The one in the black suit!

The passengers of national flights

will also be required
to present their passports

at gates five and six.

Attention, please. We repeat:

Due to public safety concerns...

Let's go to the passport check.

Stop!

You're leaving, Giacomo. Right?

Giacomo, nothing like this
has ever happened.

The truth will come out now.
I want to see it.

Just read about it in the papers,
in Rome!

I already know
the newspapers' truth!

If I could knock you out,
package you, and mail you...

Will you drive me back,
or should I get a cab?

Give that here!

Where are we going?

The crime scene.

And how do we get there?

By following the chief of police,
if you hurry.

Who could've done it?

And why?

It all hinged on the judge.

It could all
come crashing down, now.

The end of the world!

Do you understand, Giacomo?

You know...

I've never seen a murder victim.

I have. I was ten years old.

It was my father.

Where is it? I can't see.
— There, near the car.

What's going on?

Lots of cars coming,
but the body's still there.

So, what happened?
— Who knows!

The kiosk was closed!
We open later on Mondays.

I know nothing!

Hey, you!

Come, we have questions.

For me?
— Yes, come quickly.

I'd rather be somewhere else.
— I'm going.

Where?
— Over there.

They won't let you.
— I'll try.

I'll phone Toruzzo.

Giacomo!

Please...

Keep your head.

Bye.
— ls the wife here?

No, she's not.
— Do you know her?

Never seen her.

Giovanni!
What, you won't even greet me?

Good afternoon, Mr. Terrasini.

Good boy. See you.

Mr. Terrasini, could I work
at one of your construction sites?

You want to work for me?

Sure, we'll see.

Giacomo! We were looking for you.

Don't talk to anyone.

Don't be provoked
into giving a statement!

What was he here for?

It happened this morning,
when no one was around.

A street-cleaner found him!

I bet he was meeting
someone important.

Someone who can't be seen
within the city!

Bellolampo!

His name's all over it!

Meet me at the paper offices
in half an hour.

Now come,
we'll do an article about you.

Leave me be, you assholes!

The leg. Photograph the leg!

I thought you had left.

Who do you think did it?

You tell me.
You always know everything.

Stop here. That's Traini's house.

See those two, sir?

Plain-clothes cops.
Should we leave?

Take me back to the hotel.

Look at that crowd, sir!
They're all going to see your film!

There he is!
— Finally!

What's your take
on the judge's death?

Who did it?
— Why are you asking me?

You must have some ideas!
— One picture, please!

Is it true you'll recall the film
out of respect?

Did you go to the crime scene?
— Stop, please!

What will the repercussions be?
— Were you questioned?

Solaris, just one moment!

Mr. Solaris, you're a prophet!

I saw your film... Listen!

I must talk to you!
— Go away!

Please...
— Off, off! Leave him be!

It's very important!

Why did you stop and stare like that?
— Forgive me.

Listen, there's a reporter
from a French TV network...

Oh, shut up!
— It could be interesting...

No!

Cheers.

To the murderer.

Whoever they are.

What's wrong with you?

You've all gone mad.

Get out of here.

Out.

Come.
— Out, I said!

Traini estate.

It's Solaris.

Please tell Mrs Traini
I'd like to speak with her.

She doesn't want to see anyone.

When can I...
— I'm sorry, sir.

The entire country
is shaken by outrage

over the murder
of the state prosecutor

Alberto Traini-Luiz.

Among those
who voiced their grief

the President of the Republic

the Governor of Sicily

and the Ministry of Justice.

Both the police and the Carabinieri

under direct orders
of the Ministry of the Interior

are doing everything possible

to find the culprits
of this heinous crime.

The leading hypothesis
is an ambush by...

Hello?
— Giacomo, it's Alvaro.

I'm at the production office
in Rome.

Didn't you hear?

Every theatre in Italy
is bursting with people!

Record box office!

This judge getting killed

is the best thing
that could've happened to us!

Rome wants to know

just how compromised we are
as a political group.

That's the whole point.

We can't get compromised
as a political group.

But everyone knows
the judge had ties to us!

I agree with the DA's office.

It's just revenge.
Someone he had sentenced.

And what if it wasn't?

Spill the beans, then!
What do you know?

Me? Nothing!

Some papers talk too much
about that bank trial.

Traini would've never started that!

He told me he would.

Well, I wasn't scared of a trial.

Me neither!

I actually wanted one,
to prove I didn't take any money.

I'm not so sure of that!

But what I took,
I gave to the party!

So, we all had a motive!

Even some people
in the government!

"Motive?"

What kind of talk is that?

Have we gone mad?

Fine, fine.

We can all get out of this.

But only if the party
sticks together!

That's not always possible.

That's what you're aiming at!

They're saying Bellolampo did it.

And recently, in the papers

Bellolampo's name
was connected to yours.

But it was fine
when it was connected to yours?

I'm not a megalomaniac
like you.

Let's not start with the insults!

Speak plainly, Derrasi!

I'm not concluding anything.

I'm just saying, the judge
was about to abandon Selimi.

Perhaps he thought
he was dangerous.

As do I, politically speaking.

And you think I would...

That's way too risky!

No... No, this is madness!

Madness.

You think me capable of that?

You all do?

Let's be practical.

The party is compromised.

Selimi needs to resign.
Distance himself.

Then, once everything's cleared up...
we'll see.

A move like that,
right before the election?

Are you trying to ruin us?

No, Derrasi only wants my ruin.

Because the elections are near.

From what I'm hearing,
the situation is dire.

I demand Derrasi's formal apology!

And a public show of solidarity
by the whole party!

All of you!

All of you!

We're late for the funeral.

What do we get, acting like this?

We're just giving free ammo
to our enemies!

What a mess. Unbelievable!

Did you send a wreath?

One from the party,
and one from yourself.

The telegram to the widow?
— We did everything.

That asshole.

He's rallying them against me!

He's taking advantage
of the situation!

Perhaps he created it himself.

What?
You think... he did it?

To frame you.

That bastard!

You always underestimated him.

I don't understand Bellolampo.

Why agree to kill a judge?

He's not lucid. He's sick.
Selimi knows that.

Talk to him.

Tell him Selimi's finished.
To jump ship.

He wants to talk too.

Bellolampo wants to talk to us?

He let me know.

The funeral procession
then reached the cathedral

where the solemn rites
were conducted

by His Excellency the Cardinal.

After the funeral, the procession

made its way through the city

surrounded by grieving citizens.

No less than 50,000 people...

Good evening, Doctor.
— Evening.

Counsellor Meloria!

You want to talk to me?
So do I!

Aren't we in sync!

What do you have to say?

That you're going to ruin us.

Why? Did Derrasi say I did it?

On someone else's orders.

Name names!
Or don't you have any?

Come on, out with it!

Selimi's.

See?

I loved Traini.

He was a great man.

Whoever killed him
is a piece of shit.

They don't deserve to walk,
nor live!

Call them what you like,
that's how they'll end up!

Derrasi agrees with you.

Big deal!

I know what Derrasi thinks!

Carmelo Bellolampo is sick...

therefore, he's weak! Scared!

Come!

Come, come!

I paid over ten million for this.

But it bought my life back.

Tell them, out there
looking for me in clinics!

And if Derrasi is against me...

I still have the strength
to deal with him!

Derrasi is your friend.
He loves you.

Carmelo Bellolampo
can't move for friends!

I'm the same as before!

I can do, and choose not to.

Talk, and choose not to.

And I know more than the police!

Pardon me, Carmelo.

Don't you understand
that we had no interest in...

Counsellor!

You were good in court
when you defended me.

You're good at manipulating facts!

The lawyer can leave
on his own two legs!

MY respects!

Why did you make a film

in which a state prosecutor
is killed by a hitman?

Mine was but a work of fiction.

But it anticipated,
even prophesied reality.

Please don't speak
in those terms.

I didn't foresee anything.

Then why the on-screen murder?

It felt like a logical ending,
given the premise.

The premise being
the judge's guilt?

In the film, yes.

Don't beat around the bush,
Mr. Solaris.

What I'm asking you...

given how well-informed
you seem to be...

is whether you have
concrete proof

pointing at the actual murderer

of our Judge Traini.

Investigate the judge's past,
and you'll find them.

Name some names.

It's public domain.

This is obstruction of justice,
Mr. Solaris.

Now see here, Your Honour.

I'm just describing
the logical course of action.

We just went
from horseplay to tragedy.

From a puppet show
to the most heinous of murders.

If I find out you knew something
and didn't tell me now

I'll have to prosecute you.

Do you understand?

I do.

You can go.

I fully agree, ma'am.

You...
— Of course, of course.

My respects, Mrs Traini.

Please go in, ma'am.

What are you doing here?
Have you no shame?

How dare he?

You talked to the judge.

Now you can go back to Rome.

But if you stay,
and some madman shoots you

I will gladly
witness your autopsy.

Get lost! You hear me?

What about the investigation?

It proceeds apace,
don't you worry.

Get on a plane.
Don't make me tell you again.

Madam...

I don't have the words to...

Have a seat.

I can't imagine
who could've done it.

Did he have any enemies?

None.
He was above such things.

A crime with no punishment?

No.

That's not an option.

Not just because
we loved the victim

but because of his role,
most of all.

I heard they're looking
at former convicts.

Yes. Lots of scum hated him.

And precisely because of that

I remembered that stone
they threw at your house.

The broken window
we talked about the other night.

You said to me:

"I know who did it,
but I pity them.

Even though they hate us."

It's true, I did.

Ma'am, I won't chide you...

but had you been firmer...

Who knows?

Perhaps our judge
would still be alive.

Tell me who threw that stone.

I'm... I'm not sure.

It's a grave accusation.

Tell me, ma'am.

Give me a moment.

I'd like to consult a friend.

Doctor?

Come, now. There we go.

Time for our exercise, yeah?

I don't want to get better.

Why not?

Is it true
my father was corrupt?

I give my full support
to Tommaso being questioned.

Are you certain?

Of course.
The boy needs to talk.

Don't worry, madam.
Call him here.

Tommaso!

Come. Come here a minute.

Tell me, Tommaso.

Who told you those bad things
about your dad?

Our car park attendant.
— Who, Barra?

Yes.
— And what did you do?

I told Dad.
— And?

He said he'd go away.

That he would fire him?

Yes, that's what he said.

Thank you, Tommaso.
Go back to your exercise.

Tommaso.

Did you see the crowd
at the funeral?

They were all crying,
even those who barely knew him.

Let that tell you
your father's true worth.

Sure.

When you're done,
please answer our questions.

I'm done, then.

Go home, quickly.

Even dead,
you're sending me to jail!

First: Barra was sentenced
by Traini years ago.

Unjustly so, he claims.

Second: the broken window,
the threats...

he slanders a father
to his poor disabled child!

A true gentleman!

Third: the judge wanted to fire him

the very day before he was killed!

What's the verdict?

A grudge, a motive,
abysmal ethics...

He's the perfect fall guy.

There's your mindset!
He's poor, so he's innocent!

Oh, don't get me started on...

"mindsets."

You're a cop.
You've got yours.

You intellectuals are all the same!
Would you deny it?

Fair enough.
I don't want to seed doubt...

Brigadier!
— In your delicate mind.

Let's go back to Traini.

You know it was political.
— Sorry, I'm all out.

Maybe you even know
who did it.

And I'm keeping quiet
due to orders from above?

Give me a cigarette.

Oh, so...

You never took orders
from politicians?

I envy you filmmakers!

Let's assume
it was a state-sanctioned murder.

Clearly it would require
the police's complicit silence.

Nice line of work, yours!
Lots of gorgeous women!

Listen, we're friends.

But if you frame a poor man,
I'll do all I can.

Even against you.

And if you go on like that,
I'll have you thrown out.

If I don't charge you first!

Straight to legal action already?

I hope it won't be necessary.

It would sadden me,
knowing you were complicit

in something this wrong,
albeit unwillingly.

Because you know it's wrong, right?
— Perhaps!

But I must look at the facts!

The evidence against Barra
is only circumstantial.

No concrete proof yet.

I'll let him go, for now.

For now?
— Of course.

But find him a good lawyer.

Tano! Tano, dear!

Why weren't you at the car park
the day of the murder?

There are no cars that early.
— Where were you?

Gathering cardboard to sell.
— Where specifically?

Acquasanta, Arenella...
— Kids, go to Daddy!

Can anyone back that up?

What's the use?

When they want to ruin you,
they will!

Don't be like that.
— But I'm not scared, you hear?

They should give his killer
a gold medal!

Didn't you have enough?
— No!

Take him home.
— Leave me and my family alone!

Enough, let's go home!
— Leave us alone!

Hard to defend.
He's not very smart.

They picked the right guy.
— You mean the widow Traini?

She signed the warrant.

How do you know?
— I asked to see the paperwork.

Gorgeous signature.
Like 19th-century calligraphy.

They're taking advantage of him.

She claims to have
personally heard Barra

threaten her husband,
to his face.

Then that man
is in serious trouble.

Madam, a man's life hinges
on your testimony.

How can you claim
Barra had murderous intent

just because of a few
inopportune words?

Do you think saying
"I didn't do it" is proof enough?

Ma'am, I understand that...
— Tommaso. Come.

Is it true that Barra
will get a life sentence?

Go do your homework.

Why do you think
a poor man killed your husband?

Why exclude
any other responsibility?

Like yours, for example?

Barra respected my husband...

until the scandal you caused,
that is.

Ma'am, your husband was killed

because he wanted
a certain trial, for example!

Or because he didn't want it!

If you wish to find his killer

look at the powerful men
around your husband!

Don't look at stray cats!

Why did you make that film?

You did it to make people hate him,
didn't you?

Answer me!

The judge in your film
was hated by all.

When he's killed at the end,
the audience claps.

If you make films
that have a social impact

why deny that impact now?

You're saying that Barra
saw a fake judge being killed

and was inspired
to kill a real one?

Yes!

That's what I'm saying!

You don't know how that
could influence the feeble-minded.

The easily impressed!

You won't admit it,
but you know you're responsible!

Ma'am, you...

are in no state
to think about this calmly.

Oh, did you think
you'd find calm in this house?

Good day, Counsellor.

We thought it better
to inform you.

Good day, ma'am.

My dear colleague,
next time you wish to speak to her

I'd like you
to phone my office first.

What do they want?

They claim Barra is innocent.

It's a lost cause.

If only these gentlemen
had read the papers

they could've spared
themselves the trip.

A witness saw Barra in Favorita Park
at the time of the murder.

It's an iron-clad testimony.

Mr. Solaris.

Know that if he's found guilty

I'll sue you for instigating
my husband's murder.

You wanted a trial, didn't you?

You shall have one.

Good day.

The witness is an honest man.
No record.

That doesn't mean
he can't be bought off.

Quick, take my car.
It's over there.

Will you join me later?
— Yes, now go!

SQ?

What's the word
among the "friends of friends"?

Who killed the judge?

It was me.

That judge screwed me, once.

Two years. I was innocent.

I see your film, and I say:

"I'll go and kill him!

They'll think it was Bellolampo,
the Mafia, the politicians!"

Why couldn't it be me?

Because you were at my hotel.

I'm very glad you remember.

Then, please.

May you remind that...
gentleman, Zamagna?

He's been looking for me
since this morning!

Yes, he was with me,
driving me to the airport.

Don't waste time on him.

You're saving
small-time Mafiosi now?

Your friend stinks of Bellolampo!

And of Selimi, too!
He could use a good alibi!

But if you still want to save him,
come and sign a statement.

What about Barra?

We arrested him!

What else could I do?
There's a witness against him.

Bye.

Now you'll go to the judge

and repeat everything
you just said to me.

Alright?

Nicely done.
You used me as your alibi.

You can't think that, Giacomo.

Such a good friend,
driving me to the airport!

While your real friends
were in Favorita Park, right?

If you know, who did it,
why won't you tell me?

I would if I knew,
even if it cost me...

You think I don't value our friendship?
— Ah, shut up!

No, wait a minute!

Look me in the eye and tell me
I have no respect for friendship.

What do I know?
Do you? Don't you? No idea!

Hey, they arrested Barra again!

I know, we'll hold a meeting
in a minute.

May I remind you,
the weapon was a 7.65?

It was in all the papers!

That's not a professi0na|'s gun.

It still did the job, didn't it?

Giacomo!

He took a few minutes to die.

A pro wouldn't make him suffer.

Here you go too,
saying it's not a Mafia killing.

It was personal!

It's Mafia. Remember that.

Whatever you say, my liege.

Don't lose your health over it!

I think the Mafia realises
it's gone too far.

Now they're accusing each other.

While in Rome, they're worried
about the coming election.

Luckily, here comes Traini's widow
with her accusation.

It's the usual tactic.
Find a fall guy.

So Selimi won't be
at Derrasi's throat...

and vice versa.

Mrs Traini couldn't have
created a false witness, though!

Although,
while being the perfect wife...

meaning, one who knows nothing
about her husband...

how could she still ignore who he was,
after all these years?

Whether she's complicit or not,
at this point

she's at least involved.
They're using her.

Bellolampo's entire organisation
is at work.

They picked Barra.

They made up a false witness.
Then...

Bellolampo will make
the murder weapon turn up.

And poor Barra will be cooked.

Bellolampo, i.e. Selimi.

Counsellor.

I'm thinking about Barra.
He's a bit...

What if he actually killed Traini?

It's just a thought!
It may be wrong.

It certainly is!

Barra isn't lucid, as you say.

That's why they picked him!

The widow is complicit, then.

At her house today
I saw Meloria, Derrasi's man.

I doubt that woman
is part of anyone's plan.

She may be more corrupt
than her husband!

What...

You have a hit piece ready?

Not yet. It would be imprudent.

Widows inspire sympathy...
in many of us, I see.

Alright, let's talk headlines.

Our best move is attacking Selimi.

He's the weakest in his party.

If they're fighting already,
let's give them a hand!

Right.

I can't convince myself
that a woman like you

could be manipulated
by men like...

Ma'am, don't be like that.

They're framing Barra,
and you're fine with it?

They'll listen
to this so-called witness

and that poor man
will end up in prison!

You say you want the truth,
yet close your eyes to it!

Why won't you look
into your husband's dealings?

Before he was killed,
you asked me for proof.

You seemed so interested
in the truth!

Why the sudden change?

The situation changed, not I.

There's a witness against Barra!
Fine!

But I have a witness
against your husband.

Should we ignore that fact?

Mr. Vezzi?

Yes. Who is this?

It's Mrs Traini.
I'd like to speak with you.

Oh, madam!
What would you like to talk about?

My husband.

Go on.

I'd rather speak in person.
Can I come over?

I'm not feeling well,
but if you insist...

Thank you very much.

He's waiting for us.

You'll have to ask Vezzi
a specific question.

But remember:

Some truths are confessed
to accomplices alone.

What do you mean by that?

I'll tell you right away.

Let's say you demand of Vezzi:

"Is it true you suddenly fell ill

while going from your office
to the jail?"

Naturally, he'll say yes.

What should I say, then?

Ask him another way.

In a more confidential manner.

Like this, for example:

"Vezzi, if they question you...

repeat the exact version
you and my husband agreed upon.

That you fell ill
before you reached the jail

and couldn't be present
for questioning."

You see, ma'am,
what I want to prove...

is that his version
was written and planned.

Go, Toruzzo.

Mr. Solaris!

I think that car is following us.

Why do you think so?

Just a hunch.

Is the village far?

We're there. Should I speed up?

The opposite. Pull over.

Toruzzo...
— I'm sorry, sir.

Rome Street is that one.

If Vezzi confirms my opinion...

will you stop tormenting me?

What if he confirms mine?

My poor madam.
We heard about the tragedy.

Come in.

Please, come in.

May I?

Mrs Traini!

I've been so ill.

So sorry I missed the funeral.

I would've come!
— I know, I know.

How are you now?
— I wrote you a letter!

Right, thank you.

This is Mr. Solaris.

A friend.

My pleasure.

He drove me here.

Please, have a seat.

When I heard the news,
my eyes filled with tears.

I couldn't sleep at night!

I thought a lot about you
and your child.

What can I do for you, madam?

Do you remember Lipari,
the spy they killed in jail?

If they question you...
just stick to the version

you and my husband agreed upon.

That you fell ill while going
from your office to the jail

and couldn't be present
for Lipari's questioning.

Ma'am, what you say is...

It's true, the judge had...

summoned me
to witness the questioning.

But in the car,
I felt a sharp pain here.

Crushing my chest.
It felt like I was dying.

And the judge,
always so kind, said to me:

"Go home, Vezzi.

You can't even stand right now."

That's the truth.

Why did you say
"the version you agreed upon?"

Vezzi was lying.

He's risking his life,
and he knows it.

I can see nothing
will change your mind.

Did you visit the scene
of the murder?

I didn't have the courage.

I keep seeing it.

I must prove to you
I didn't falsely accuse him.

You had a wonderful life
with your husband

but it was bought
with the blood and tears of many.

Obviously, you couldn't
have suspected him

when you met in Mondello
that summer.

I read in the papers that back then

you were engaged
to a man of modest means.

Just like yours.

A mediocre life prospect.

Traini's proposal
opened wider doors for you.

Now you're investigating me?
You're obsessed.

No, I want to know you.

Know me?

Yes. Know you,
and understand you.

I always thought you defended
your husband out of love.

Or should I believe
those who say

that you were just
defending your own lifestyle?

But of course!

I married for money,
everyone knows.

Why do you always run,
instead of answering?

Why don't you worry
about your loving marriage?

How poorly it ended!

I can read the papers too.

I also read
that your net worth is rising.

You achieved success, at last.

Earlier, you said
my husband's career

was built on people's
blood and tears.

But you just got rich
off a man's death, didn't you?

Do you feel better now?

The lawyer, Meloria is here.

Forgive me, ma'am

but Mr. Derrasi
thinks it's very dangerous

for you to be with...
this individual.

Counsellor,
I can make my own choices.

No, you should thank him.

By coming here,
he cleared everything up.

If Vezzi phoned
his protectors right away

it means
he has something to hide.

But you're too smart
not to know already, right?

Did Vezzi phone you?

He just asked for advice.

But he didn't know
I'd come with Mr. Solaris...

so, what was he afraid of?

Nothing.

It's perfectly normal
to consult one's lawyer.

"Friends of friends."

The maths checks out, madam.

You're a driver for hire, right?

We'll check your licence in a bit.

Get his plate number.

Now, let's see if there's a recorder
inside the car.

There's nothing in here.
No recorders!

We'd like to see for ourselves.
— Counsellor!

I have a question,
if you don't mind.

Are you alright
with your lawyer's behaviour?

No.

But...

Did you hide a recorder?

What do you think?

This man is a professional liar.

And it's my duty to protect you.

What did you talk about?

Anyone in particular?

Any trial?

Counsellor,
you can't talk to me that way.

Ma'am, if you wish to complain

talk to the Honourable Derrasi.
Open this car!

Calm down.
— Hands off, you!

What a nice surprise, Giacomo!

What are you doing here?

And Toruzzo, too!

Toruzzo, what did you
come here for?

May I? Vincenzo Terrasini.

Vincenzo Terrasini.

Vincenzo Terrasini.

Counsellor Meloria, too!

Madam. Counsellor...

Terrasini... go back to your job.

Think about your family.

The air around here
isn't good for you.

Smells fine to me!

Mr. Derrasi won't be happy,
and you know it.

Mr. Derrasi? Who's that?

Get this little quaquaraqua
out of my sight.

Here's the thing, boys...

You must always be polite.

You're a lucky man.

You have a saint
protecting you on earth.

Hear that, Giacomo?

There's a saint protecting me.

Vezzi phoned his friends,
so, I phoned ours.

What a car!
Took me 33 minutes!

Did you really have a recorder?

Why did you get involved?
Got nothing better to do?

You're right.
I've got the banks

the price of cement, the unions.
Now I have to look after you

so, you won't do anything stupid.
— Me?

You say you're so smart,
never a wrong move.

Now you go
and slap Derrasi's men?

In front of witnesses, too!

Always have witnesses, I say.
— Go on, joke away.

Do you know what
a quaquaraqua is?

The lowest rank of humanity.

He called me that
in front of a friend...

and a lady.

Speaking of never doing
anything stupid...

isn't that Judge Traini's widow?

Giacomo, what are you playing at?

Are you feeling sick?

Yes. All these curves...

Will it be much longer?

Yes, but we could slow down.

Let's stop for a while.
I need some air.

Stop, Toruzzo.

I only wanted your husband
to lose his job.

I never wished for this.

I wanted it all
to end lawfully... humanely.

Don't we have the right
to judge our judges?

Now, though...

this whole thing upsets me.
Frightens me.

The fact that a man was killed...

his wife is suffering...

and I'm just watching.

Enough!

I don't want to see you!
I don't want to hear your voice!

I've had enough!

What more can I do
to be rid of you?

Say my husband was a thief?

I Will!

A murderer? I will!

Just go away! Let me live!

Why are you so afraid of me?

What is it, ma'am?

Let... Let go of me!

I'm pregnant,
you don't understand.

Open! Open!

I wished for it so much.
I won't lose it.

Calm down.
You're making it worse.

I don't want to lose it.

You won't.
— I'm scared!

You won't lose it.

I'm sorry for everything I said.

Nice!

It's a dumb game.

Will she have an abortion?

No, she'll have the baby.

She'll be happy now.

Alright. We'll follow
your advice, Doctor.

The specialist confirmed
the lady is fine, luckily.

She's up. Of course,
the trip and emotions...

I didn't know...

Of course. How could you?

Otherwise, you...
— Mr. Solaris!

Can we offer you anything?

The lady must wish to thank you
for your kindness.

For waiting so long
to make sure she's alright.

All's well that ends well!

Cheer up, won't you?

Will you stay?

Accept.

Sure, my pleasure.

Thank you.

Mr. Solaris.

Antonia wishes to speak to you.

Scotch, Mr. Solaris?
— Yes, thank you.

I wished to tell you, you're right.

It's not easy to admit.

I felt near to the truth
for a while, but...

today I felt like touching it
with my own hand.

But know this, too:
don't count on me

if you wish to tarnish
my husband's memory.

Whoever he might've been,
I will defend him.

You understand why I have to.

And for whom.

I understand, but...

Barra has children too.

They almost extorted
my accusation against him.

They were very eager.

And why were they?
Ask yourself that.

Answer that.

No matter how hard
the truth may be.

This whole thing
only points in one direction.

They're saying...

the witness against Barra
was fake, too.

It was in the paper, this morning.

What paper? Sicilianotte?
—Indeed.

I should've opened my eyes sooner.

Now everything scares me.

I feel...

defenseless.

If none of this had happened,
we could've been friends.

But we're no longer enemies,
I hope.

I'll talk to the judge
and right my wrongs against Barra.

Now leave me, please.

I'm... very tired.

Goodbye, Mr. Solaris.

You need to calm down, dear.

You have to trust me.

Nothing bad can happen.

Don't be afraid. Ever!

Police units immediately rushed to...

Sir!

They planted a bomb
at that paper, Sicilianotte!

How do you know?
— It's on the radio!

Let's go!
— In the 11pm broadcast...

They said that...

this morning,
the paper published an article

claiming the testimony
against Barra was false.

That it was a paid witness.

Someone paid him off
to frame Barra!

Do they have proof?

They do, but he won't talk!

But in the article, the paper said

that he was bought
by the Honourable Selimi!

An hour later,
boom goes the dynamite!

Where are you going?
— I'm with the paper!

Sibilla!

A typographer died.

Keep the people out!
Don't let them get close to the boilers!

It's the second time, Commissioner!

Will you say there's
"insufficient evidence" again?

The police will do its job,
as always!

Careful, though!

Don't bother the politicians,
or the Mafia's big men!

There's lots of poor people out there!

Beggars, former asylum patients!

That's it! A former mental patient!
The perfect culprit!

No lead will go unexplored!

Read our front page
from today, then!

The one that caused this attack!

The false testimony against Barra!

I accused the Honourable Selimi

of having ordered
the judge's death!

Slander!

He'll drag you to court!
— If only!

Nothing goes to court nowadays!

You're a scandal-peddler!

And you are murderers!

But tell them,
we're not stopping!

There are many more
inconvenient headlines coming!

Don't clog up the hall!

Who gave you proof
of the false testimony?

Anonymous. But accurate.

Derrasi?
— I'd bet money on it.

Do you know what that means?

Party solidarity is out the window.

Selimi is fucked, then.

As long as Bellolampo backs him,
he's untouchable.

Move! This area is cordoned off,
it could collapse!

One dead?

This Selimi is a dangerous lunatic!

He could do anything next.

Even order our acquaintance...

the one that comes
before thunder...

to put explosives in my car?

Sure.

Do you think we can do...

anything, right now?

There is one option...

through a certain someone.

The doctor's here.

How's your blood pressure?

Good, good...

I want to see my mother.

One of these days, you will.

How's your appetite?

Normal.

No cigarettes, you hear?

Don't worry.

I know it's torture.

Such a good singer!

Good evening.
— Good evening, Doctor.

Boss!
— How are you, Giovanni?

I'm good!

So? Are you a good worker?
— Yes, sir!

Get back up there, quick!

I'm telling you, and you...
— What is it, boss?

My good sir!

How are you?

You finally showed up!

I'll speak with you later.
Move, move!

Say...

Is it time... to carry a gun?

What, this?

No, it's our night watchman's!
I'm having it cleaned.

I don't have a permit, you know...
with my record.

How do you like it?

Go, go ahead!

Brand new!

So damn expensive!

Did you know Bellolampo's dead?

So what?

And do you have your orders?

About what?

Nothing from your boss, Selimi?

You're obsessed, Giacomo!

You're just upset
because you saw the gun.

Let me get rid of it.
It's too cold against my belly!

Happy How?

Come, let's drink something.

Read all about it!
Carmelo Bellolampo's death!

Artificial kidney machine failure!

Hey! Give me two.

Bellolampo didn't kill Traini,
anyway.

I know, the 7.65 gun...

No, it's not just that.

It was one guy, on foot.

How do you know?

See the kid
who came to greet me?

He used to work
at the park's kiosk.

He slept in it!

He heard the gunshot,
looked out, and saw the killer.

He saw him?

Huh? Yeah.

What the hell?
Then he could identify him!

Are you sure?

Yes, he saw him!

Tall, blonde, well-dressed,
with a strange bag.

Strange how?
— Big, he says.

I asked him, "How big?"
He said...

big, shiny, green.

A sports bag, maybe for tennis.

Watch out!

Boss!

Boss! No! Boss!

No!

Come, come here!

Cause of death:
murder by firearm.

Determine distance...

wound site... shot direction...

number of entry and exit points...

whether it was from a low
or high angle...

ammunition calibre,
and if possible...

which one was the fatal wound.

I'll wait for you at the precinct
for identification!

Or are you one of those
who never saw anything?

He went out like an idiot.

Should've known
that with Bellolampo dead

his bill would come due.

We've already got two,
and more will come.

Corpses, I mean!

Less work for us!

Did he say anything before he died?

Didn't have the time.
They were pros.

If you know anything, tell me!

Don't be an idiot!

You saw how easy it is to die.

Doctor! It's for you.

Hello?

It's Giacomo Solaris.

I must see you immediately.
It's important.

I can't. I'm busy right now.

I'd like to talk about you,
Mrs Traini

and the Alberese Palace.

I'm waiting by the phone booth
in Verdi Square. Now.

Is it him?
— Yes.

Are you sure?
— Yes.

He had different clothes, though.

Did he kill my boss too?

Don't think about it.

And tell no one.
— I won't.

Now go.

Ma'am, the Honourable Selimi

and some other men
wish to speak with you.

If you don't mind, madam...

this visit should be off the record.

Please make this exception.

Please be clearer.

The Honourable Selimi
asked me to...

perform a certain search.

If you say no,
I'll have to get a warrant.

Which I'd hate to do

since this was the home
of a respected judge.

Is Selimi involved
in my husband's death?

That's classified.
Ongoing investigation.

You could also make an exception,
Your Honour.

After the notorious
Bellolampo's death...

that man's position is precarious.

The ground is crumbling
beneath his feet.

Did Bellolampo kill my husband?

Most clues point to that.

What are you waiting for, then?
Arrest him!

Ma'am, I swear...

Don't clutch your chest at me!

You're fooling no one.

Ma'am, I'll prove it to you.

Derrasi wanted to kill your husband

not I, his devoted friend!

Your husband kept
a recorder hidden in his desk.

Although that's not quite legal.

I believe he had evidence
against Derrasi

for the Mediterranean Bank trial!

That's why they killed him!

Do I have your permission, madam?

Come with me.

You think my husband
broke the law...

No doubt about it.

But always in the interest
of his high office.

There's no recorder.

Well, so what?

It might be somewhere else
in the house.

Let's look around!

Do you know anything
about it, madam?

I don't, but you're free
to search the whole house.

No, I won't go any farther
without a warrant.

We shall take our leave, madam.

Those recordings held all the proof
against Derrasi!

Ma'am, if you want justice,
help me out!

I can't say what I don't know,
can I?

I won't let you ruin me
without fighting!

Heads will roll, and so will
your husband's reputation!

I know who he was,
and what he did!

I'll tell everyone!
— Your Honour, let's go outside.

There's no "Your Honour" here!
I was expelled!

Calm down!

I'm terribly sorry.

Madam.

Any news?

What did they want?

There's another culprit now.

Selimi.

What is it?

Something odd happened today.

Solaris called me.
He wanted to meet in Verdi Square.

What did he want?

He didn't show up.

There must've been a mix-up.

He said he wanted to talk
about me, you, and...

the Alberese Palace.

And he didn't show up?

If he knows...

that the two of us
used to meet there

maybe he thinks we...
— No, no.

He's just very interested in me,
that's all.

No.

There was a certainty in his voice...
— No, I know him.

He can't think ill of me.

I'm scared.

Your Excellency!
Good evening, and my respects!

Goodbye.
— And to you!

See? He followed me!

I told you!
He knows everything!

There's nothing to be afraid of.

What does he want now?

He's just waiting for you to leave
so, we can talk.

Leave without hiding.

If he asks,
say you came for the child.

Go! Go!

Good evening.

More trouble, Mr. Solaris?

Was it really necessary?

To kill him.

Because of your unborn child.

It's not his.
He would've known.

You were afraid.

There was always something,
deep down

I couldn't put my finger on.

Your expression, that day

on the Alberese Palace stairs.

I won't allow you to...

Please, don't waste your breath.

I fully understand
how grotesque...

how ridiculous
this whole affair is.

Dr Valgardeni was seen
in Favorita Park.

There is a witness.
A real one, this time.

What are you saying?

Don't interrupt,
I'll make it clearer.

There's a kiosk in the park.
It was closed.

But a boy was sleeping inside.
He heard the gunshot.

He peered out...

and saw the killer leave.

A few hours ago,
he saw him again.

You'll read the rest in the papers.

But...

I came here to ask you something.

When you talked about Barra
being inspired by my film...

you meant yourself,
didn't you?

Answer me! You...

You used my film
to cover up your crime.

You made me an accomplice!

The DA's office is nearby.

Are you angry at me
for personal reasons?

I won't slap a pregnant woman.

But don't provoke me.

Listen to me!

If you turn me in...

you may as well say
your entire film was false!

That the judge was an honest man,
and you a slanderer!

What will you gain
from ruining me?

You're not involved!
Let go of me!

Tell me what you want!
I'll do it!

What's going on here?

Not the story we thought.

The one we liked so much.

You're basing it all
on a 12-year-old's testimony!

How can you be sure?

That boy is a liar!
He manipulated him!

That's for a judge to say.

My husband was killed
by his accomplices!

Will you testify to that?
— I will!

I defended him as long as I could!
No more!

Giacomo, be reasonable...

I already know
what you'll both say. Enough.

Selimi is being questioned
right now!

You're rescuing him!

Please, come to the paper
and let's talk about this.

Fine, let's talk about it.

She did it.

Her and her lover.

He's lying! I never had one!

So? What should
my front page be tomorrow?

"Sorry, dear readers,
it was all a joke?

There is no Mafia?

Traini was clean,
Selimi was an angel?

Just a crime of passion!"

You're talking just like her.

I...

Who cares about
a petty marital affair!

If it's even true...
— I will sue you.

He assaulted me!

I don't know why he's doing this!

He's mad!
— Giacomo, I can't side with you.

I won't!

One might even think
you were paid to save Selimi.

Calm down.

I could write about that!

You're not the type.
— I'll ruin your reputation!

You'll think more clearly
in the morning.

Where are you...?
— Zamagna.

First floor.

Those sons of bitches.

Yeah, they were out to get me!

Oh, here's the press!
— This way, Your Honour!

I'm all yours,
but let's take it outside...

Good for you!

What did I tell you? All solved!
— Thank you.

Welcome back.

Come. Stay with us.

Otherwise...

how would we be different
than Traini?