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This film was shot in Palermo

with the support of the "Addiopizzo" Association

To the arresting officers

of the Palermo crime squad

To the "Quarto Savona 15"

To all those in police escorts

fallen in the line of duty

See that girl? Her name's Flora

and for me, she's the most beautiful girl in the world.

I've been in love with her since we were kids,

that is, for about twenty years.

Flora walks by her old house everyday.

A judge I knew used to live here too.

He was the only one who knew my feelings for her,

because I never had the courage to tell her about my love,

I mean, I never had the chance. Why?

Because we're in Palermo,

and here the Mafia has always influenced everyone's lives,

and especially mine.

It all began on the evening of December 10th, 1969,

when my father and mother

entered their new house for the first time

and, in the throes of passion, decided to conceive me right away.

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

At that very moment, in fact,

some men dressed as cops, without being so,

were going to a meeting without an invitation.

They were headed to an office

located in the same building as my parents', in Viale Lazio, 108.

They wanted to surprise Mr. Michele Cavataio,

well-known Mafia boss, called The Cobra.

So, we can fuck them good!

The following gentlemen were members of this delightful group:

D'Agostino, Provenzano,

Caruso, Bagarella and Grado, the only one in plain clothes

because, just in case, he didn't want to die as a cop.

The organizer of this unexpected courtesy visit

was the future Cosa Nostra boss,

Mr. Totò Riina, affectionately called The Beast by his friends.

So, as my father's sperm was racing towards the goal,

Riina's men were coming out of the last tunnel to get to Palermo.

They reached their respective destinations together:

the sperm to the egg

and the fake cops at Cavataio's office door,

right below my parents' love nest.

Hold it, police!

That's exactly when my life meets the Mafia for the first time.

But just one sperm, decidedly late,

not having heard all that commotion,

raced headlong into the egg

and fertilized it.

That sperm was me.

And if Totò Riina hadn't organized the so-called Viale Lazio massacre,

I'd never have been conceived.

THE MAFIA KILLS ONLY IN SUMMER

My christening was the shortest in the history of Palermo.

I baptize you in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, Amen.

God bless you, congratulations and all the best, good bye.

Excuse me...

That day, Friar Giacinto, our family's spiritual guide,

couldn't miss another christening.

Congratulations!

The first city council

headed by Christian Democrat Vito Ciancimino,

a mayor who many consider as having possible Mafia links.

Maybe it was due to those particular friendships of his

that, 10 years later, the police found him dead

with five bullets in him

in his luxurious apartment in the convent of S. Maria di Gesù.

At the crime scene, investigators found:

5 million lire in cash, a 38 caliber gun

and a collection of leather objects of dubious use,

commonly called whips.

Mommy... Mommy!

Arturo!

Maria Pia, Garibaldi's statue gives greater satisfaction!

My parents were wrong to be worried,

I didn't talk because I didn't have the right stimulus.

But one day the right stimulus came.

I bless this home

in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost, Amen.

And I bless this kid too.

Friar Giacinto, this boy is starting to worry us.

We've been encouraging him to talk for weeks now, but no luck.

Mind you, this is not a flaw.

Back home they say: talk little, live longer.

Good for you, little guy.

- Praise Jesus Christ. - Praise His name forever.

- I'll see you out, Father. - No problem, ma'am.

Mafia.

Did he say "mafia"?

Wave to your little brother.

Daddy's joy!

- Who is this? - Let's go.

What's wrong, Arturo?

That man scares me.

Scares you? He's just a happy father looking at his new baby.

Actually, a person who acts like that must have a big heart.

Just like your daddy!

As I grew up, I saw that nothing is like it seems in Palermo.

Here it says the Mafia killed officer Attilio Bonincontro.

Mafia? No way. They just love to talk crap.

I think it's all a matter of women.

Killed today in Palermo,

a sergeant with the crime squad, Filadelfio Aparo.

Investigation sources say Mafia motives.

Mafia, no way.

They told me he pestered the wrong woman.

Sensational news: killed today in Palermo

was journalist Mario Francese.

Francese was a good guy, but he liked skirts too much...

other people's!

In Palermo women kill more than heart attacks!

- Arturo... - What?

Dad's always fighting with Mom, he yells bad things at her.

Good!

Huh? Dad says he's leaving.

- I found out something. - What?

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

So they might kill my father too.

- Does your father love your mom? - He says he doesn't.

Then he's safe!

- Quiet! - Sorry.

In short, Palermo was a dangerous city

and being careful wasn't enough.

Good morning, Judge Chinnici.

In fact, one day I discovered I was in danger too.

Arturo, wake up, let's go!

As of today, we have a new classmate,

her name's Flora Guarneri, let's say hello.

Hi, Flora!

Sit at the first desk...

- Arturo... - What?

Did you see our new classmate?

Why? Don't you like her?

What did you see?

Yes, I'd fallen in love,

I too had got mixed up in the terrifying matter of women

and I wasn't alone,

Boss Filippo Marchese had my same kind of problems.

She's gone to my head, Zio Totò.

I'm crazy about her.

Filippo, you can't marry her,

it's against the rules of Cosa Nostra.

She's the daughter of a divorced couple.

There must be a solution.

I have an idea, if Zio Totò permits.

Go on, talk.

We kill her father.

So she's not a divorced couple's daughter, she's fatherless.

That's a great idea!

See how everything can be worked out!

It just takes common sense.

Arturo, what are you saying?

Murder is a serious thing.

You get killed if you talk too much,

if you don't keep your end of the deal, you fail your duty.

But not for a woman!

You know what the philosopher said?

From creatures we go back to the Creator.

Go to your Flora, before someone else gets her!

Thank you.

That's life,

let all the fools stay home!

Dad?

I want to ask you something.

What is it?

How did you tell Mom you were in love?

I told her...

I told her...

that's all.

They're natural things.

Natural like how?

We'll talk later, quiet now, the Costanzo Show's starting.

You watch it too.

Our guest this evening is Premier Giulio Andreotti.

I'd like to ask a personal question if I may.

Do you remember the moment you said to your wife:

let's get married?

Now, that's extremely personal...

It's something quite funny too.

- Is your wife watching tonight? - I think so.

So I'll have to settle accounts at home.

It's a funny thing because I think

rarely has a marriage proposal

been made in a cemetery.

You chose that moment to ask her?

Wow, at the cemetery!

- It wasn't by chance? - No.

It might seem odd, maybe it is.

How did you get into the subject?

I was very awkward because I didn't have much experience...

It was obvious Premier Giulio Andreotti was talking to me.

Unlike my father, he understood my problems

and decided to help me.

Dear children, this year too,

for Carnival we will organize

a nice costume party.

- Are you happy? - Yes!

- Fofò, what's your costume? - Prince Charming.

- You, Sebastiano? - I'll be a cowboy!

Arturo?

Kids... look!

What's that costume? Turtle Man?

I think he's Dracula.

No, he's Don Chuck the Beaver!

Isn't it?

People often make mistakes,

except in the voting booth.

Sebastiano!

What are you doing?

Do it like this!

You have to hear the snap!

Children, come here, all of you.

It's time to award a prize for the best costume.

The winner for Best Costume is...

Arturo Giammarresi, dressed as the Hunchback of Notre Dame.

A nice applause!

Where's Arturo?

Look for him.

I'm not the Hunchback of Notre Dame,

I'm not Turtle Man or Don Chuck the Beaver.

I'm Premier Giulio Andreotti!

What's so funny?

Andreotti is a respectable person, I've met him personally

and he's our nation's Premier.

The Premier has nothing to say to the princess?

Well... yes, I wanted to ask you...

- What? - How about going to the cemetery?

- The cemetery? - Yes, the cemetery.

Flora, let's go!

Sorry, I have to go, Fofò's parents are waiting for me.

Bye.

You had a Lancelot costume!

My decision to dress as Andreotti didn't bother just my father,

but also bosses Leoluca Bagarella and Totò Riina.

Look, Andreotti's son!

Andreotti's son?

- Damn, just like his father! - Yeah, they're just alike.

Totò, would you like to meet Andreotti?

Sure, but he meets just his friends in Palermo.

I'd tell him just who's in charge in Palermo today!

Let's go.

Sebastiano!

- What? - Are Fofò and Flora together?

Well, Fofò brags that he studies at her house every day.

- Every day? - Every day.

- Are you jealous? - No!

It's not nice to look into other people's homes.

- I'm sorry. - What's your name?

Arturo. Please don't tell her.

- Who? - Flora.

Oh, Mr. Guarneri's daughter.

Don't worry, it'll be our secret.

Stop, you're an idiot!

What a nice smell!

What is it?

Emanuele's scribbling on Andreotti, can I go to Grandpa's house?

- No! - He doesn't need it, he's dead!

I said no!

What's cooking?

Good morning!

ANDREOTTI GOVERNMENT IN PERIL

Iris are good, but they get sugar all over you.

Have you ever had one?

What? A Palermo boy who's never had an iris!

We must correct that. May I have an iris, please?

Here you are, Inspector.

Take a bite.

Can you taste the flakes of chocolate mixed with the ricotta?

So, you like it?

Remember, this is the only place where you can eat iris.

Arturo, what do you want for playtime?

That one!

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

- Fofò? - Yes?

Did you give me this?

- Yes. - Thank you.

I couldn't give up, I had to unmask Fofò,

and Andreotti came to my aid again.

TRUTH IS THE BEST REVENGE

I had to take another iris to Flora, but openly.

Arturo, come here!

- Isn't that the Inspector? - Yes, Boris Giuliano.

They bumped him off!

- Flora, I have something to say. - What is it?

Fofò is a liar, I brought you the iris.

You did? Then why isn't there one on my desk this morning?

Because we can't eat them anymore,

there are bullets inside that killed a man.

Really?

- I saved your life. - Thank you.

Here's the iris for today.

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

After Boris Giuliano's murder everything changed in Palermo,

we'd see people die every day.

Totò Riina had decided to take over the city

and to do it, he'd kill off everyone, even rival clans.

GAETANO COSTA, PUBLIC PROSECUTOR

The bosses in Palermo were afraid for the first time.

This is another in the city's series of murders.

Investigators say a Mafia war is in act

between rival factions.

To escape possible attacks, many bosses in Palermo

are thought to be seeking safer refuge.

- Arturo, eat up! - Okay.

This may only be the start,

the list of victims is destined to grow.

Flora!

- Flora, I have something to say. - Let's hear it!

I saw a Mafia boss.

A friend of my father's said the Mafia doesn't exist.

- And he knows, he's a lawyer. - See?

There's one hiding in Grandpa's house.

I don't believe you, you're just a liar.

I'm not a liar, come and I'll show you!

Okay, we'll go tomorrow.

But he's not invited!

Okay.

Good night, sweetie.

Good night.

Dad?

Is the Mafia dangerous?

No,

like we do with dogs, just don't bother them.

But I read they kill people.

Just things they write.

Can they kill us too?

Don't worry!

It's winter now, the Mafia kills only in summer.

Go to sleep now.

Dad?

What is it?

Thanks for the poster.

If it makes you happy...

Turn the light out.

- Hi. - Hi, Flora.

Yesterday, to impress me, a friend of mine

said he'll have me meet a Mafia boss?

So, write down the address of the boss,

then come and tell me, okay?

Judge Chinnici, good morning.

Give me your hand.

No, the right one.

By chance this friend of yours...

is called Arturo?

Yes, how did you know?

Judges know everything.

Let's go.

He lives here?

Quiet, or he'll hear us, he mustn't see us!

- Come on. - Quiet.

Here's where the boss eats.

Really? And what's in the rest of the house?

And who are you?

Are you Arturo?

Yes, he's Arturo.

Did you cut these pictures out?

Yes, he did it.

Why are you so interested in Andreotti?

Um, you're not a Mafia boss?

No, actually I'm a journalist.

So, you're not even hiding out in here?

No, I'm renting, I have a contract.

Fofò was right, you're just a liar.

After messing up on the Mafia boss, I was less than zero to Flora.

I started envying my friends who were always falling in love.

The twins are such babes!

Students,

today we have a special guest,

Flora's father, Mr. Guarneri.

Pay attention to what he says.

Hello.

Besides being Flora's dad,

I manage the Bank of Trinacria in Palermo.

And this year I've decided to finance a contest for the schools,

it's called "Journalist for a Month".

Each participant will have to write an essay about our city

with the title "A Day in Palermo".

The winner will have the honor of writing for a month

for our local newspaper, the Giornale di Palermo.

Now it's up to you, get writing.

For my promotion last year on June 15th,

I convinced my father to take me to the Giulio Andreotti rally.

There were tons of people,

the first speaker was a good friend of his,

or that's what he said,

the Honorable Salvo Lima, who said only:

"Sicily needs Europe and Europe needs Sicily."

And after thanking the authorities behind me,

a special thanks goes to Mr. Guarneri...

He's my boss.

...the financier of this initiative, and I, as the editor,

I'm extremely proud.

The most important moment has come.

It is my honor to announce

the winner of our contest.

The prize goes

to Arturo Giammarresi.

Go!

Come here.

And now Arturo

will read his beautiful essay "A Day in Palermo".

Go on, read it.

Mr. Editor sir, Pio La Torre has been killed.

"A Day in Palermo..."

Unfortunately some very serious news has come,

we must suspend the award ceremony.

We congratulate the winner

and wish him a wonderful career.

Thank you all for coming. Forgive me.

The car of Pio La Torre, PCI Regional Secretary,

was flanked by a killer who killed the representative

and his driver Rosario Misalvo, 46, with a round of machine gun fire.

Death was instantaneous for them both.

This horrible crime comes on the eve of the installation in Palermo

of General Carlo Alberto Dalla Chiesa,

appointed by the government to deal with the flare-up

of the Mafia situation in Sicily.

"Then Premier Giulio Andreotti took the floor."

You really liked this rally for Andreotti?

"The whole crowd applauded.

You can tell he's a person who helps people a lot.

In fact someone says that Premier Giulio Andreotti

is more than a friend,

he's even the friend of the friends.

When I grow up, I want to be the friend of the friends too,

so I'll have lots of people who like me."

Good!

So, you want to be a journalist when you grow up.

But journalists don't get applause,

they don't have friends among the friends,

people say they're a pain in the ass and complain about their articles.

But they can write what they want.

No, that's the problem.

Sometimes you have to write what others want,

and if you don't, you're sent to Sports, like me.

- Do you like Sports? - No, it's crap.

So, it takes tenacity,

forbearance, fortitude.

Do you have that?

- Yes. - Good!

Well, you can tell a good journalist by his interviews.

Who would you like to interview? The janitor, the teacher?

No.

To make a hit with Flora, I decided

to go for the man of the moment, somebody important.

They even said he'd resolve all our problems.

Hey, kid, where are you going?

To interview Dalla Chiesa.

Go home, we're busy here.

Who are you?

Arturo Giammarresi, Journalist for a Month with the Giornale di Palermo.

- I'm here to interview you. - What an honor!

Come right in.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

Let's hear what this important journalist wants to ask me.

Please though, no hard questions!

First question... You're here to fight the Mafia.

But Premier Andreotti says the organized crime emergency

is in Campania and Calabria.

General, have you come to the wrong region?

"From the General's words,

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

But it takes an army to fight a war,

and there was no one around him.

There were just two policemen with no hats.

The Headquarters was empty.

So maybe

Andreotti is right: there's nothing to do in Sicily."

Good, Arturo, you have a great future as a journalist.

Fofò?

My father's driver

told me he saw, in a car that was double-parked,

the chopped-off head of a man with sunglasses.

A chopped-off head with sunglasses, cool!

And the rest of his body was in the trunk.

Yes, he saw it.

Okay kids, have a great vacation, I'll see you in September.

My love for Flora was becoming impossible,

only boss Leoluca Bagarella was worse off.

What a hot singer! My honey-bunny!

What are you doing here?

Weren't you supposed to kill that guy who owes us money?

I'm helpless, this singer gives me the hots.

Luchino, be serious, respect your work commitments first

and then go off to Spain or wherever you want!

Okay.

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

I wouldn't see Flora for more than three months.

I found consolation in just one person,

as always.

Is stuffed eggplant to the liking of Mr. Premier?

My album grew with new adventures of my hero,

then September 3, 1982 arrived.

DALLA CHIESA MURDERED

I know, it's all the talk.

Colleague, I have to congratulate you.

You were one of the last to interview him.

I understand you're sad,

but we journalists go around, meet people, we tell their stories

and they don't always end up well.

- Sure, but that's not the problem. - And what is?

Maybe I should have apologized to the General

because I said: "Why Palermo,

if the organized crime emergency is in Campania and Calabria?"

I was sure of my question, it's what Andreotti said.

A journalist must always be careful of his sources.

Let's say that in this case Andreotti...

wasn't a good source.

Actually, I went to the funeral also to ask Premier Giulio Andreotti

why he had me ask that question.

How did he know that organized crime was just in Campania and Calabria?

Was he sure? Who'd told him?

I caught glimpses of Socialist Party secretary Bettino Craxi,

the Social Movement leader Giorgio Almirante,

the President of Italy Sandro Pertini

and Premier Giovanni Spadolini,

but I didn't see Giulio Andreotti,

because he simply wasn't there.

And when, days later, he was asked

why he hadn't attended the funeral of General Dalla Chiesa,

he said: "I prefer to go to baptisms."

Examining Magistrate Rocco Chinnici is said to be very satisfied

with the investigation started by Judge Giovanni Falcone.

Thousands of bank accounts are under observation...

There you go, look!

Ever seen that before? Going into bank accounts!

Operation after operation, bank transfer after bank transfer...

What do they think they'll find?

The Carabinieri are in the bank every evening.

And not a cent of overtime.

They call it "Justice"!

- What's wrong? - What's wrong?

Worst is, the top guys are shitting their pants, Guarneri included!

And they take it out on the employees.

- Guarneri is Flora's dad? - How many Guarneri do you know?

Flora's dad, Mr. Guarneri.

Don't get into this too!

Study!

- Is this the time to come? - I'm sorry.

Go take your place.

Someone left that for you.

Let's do this exercise...

"Dear Arturo, remember your invitation to the cemetery?

I know, it's been a long time,

but I think the moment has come to accept.

I'll meet you at 4 at the S. Maria del Gesù cemetery,

I have something important to tell you. Flora."

I've waited so long for this moment.

I know, but be quiet now, I have to say an important thing.

I'm moving to Switzerland.

Switzerland?

Oh, for vacation!

They have great chocolate.

No, I'm going for good!

For good?

My father says it's not dangerous, there are no judges.

And are you happy?

No.

Don't worry, she's certainly gone to Heaven.

No, to Switzerland.

After our meeting at the cemetery, I had two thoughts.

The first: Flora was clearly in love with me.

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

Your Honor, is everything alright?

Yes, everything is alright.

I was pretty sure Flora would call

to tell me she'd be staying in Palermo.

But that morning, the one who read my message

wasn't Flora.

Your Honor, good morning.

FLORA, DON'T LEAVE. I LOVE YOU, ARTURO!

Way to go Arturo!

It was about 8:10, Examining Magistrate Rocco Chinnici,

like every morning, walked out of his house in Via Pipitone Federico 61

to go to the Courthouse.

On the street were his armored car and armed escort.

As soon as Chinnici stepped out the door, a terrible explosion.

The explosive, 100 kilos of TNT,

had been put on a car bomb,

this green Fiat that was parked outside the building.

Besides Mr. Chinnici, those who lost their lives were

sergeant Mario Trapassi, 36, married, with four children,

corporal Salvatore Bartolotta, 56, married, with two children,

and Stefano Li Sacchi, 56, the building's doorman.

Funerals are tomorrow at the San Domenico Church,

where services for General Dalla Chiesa were held.

Flora left for Switzerland and I never saw her again.

I couldn't confess I was in love with her.

I decided I'd never say it to any woman.

Quickly several things changed:

Francesco, my journalist friend, stopped writing about sports

and went north to be a correspondent.

Colleague,

I'll be waiting for your articles!

A historical event happened in town:

the people of Palermo discovered that Mafia exists.

They discovered it through judges Giovanni Falcone and Paolo Borsellino

who prepared the Maxi Trial against Cosa Nostra.

Abate Mario, Lombardo Sebastiano, Scalia Giuseppe,

Rizzi Giuseppe, Mangano Giuseppe...

...this association the so-called "Cosa Nostra".

Each family takes the name of its own district.

Over these families there exists a commission

comprised of people

we call "capi mandamento"...

There were so many big-shots behind bars,

but the Boss was missing, Totò Riina,

who preferred to follow the proceedings from his home

and wasn't happy with the sentence

which, for the first time, convicted the Mafia in a court of law.

Bastards!

It was a shock for Palermo,

but when summer came the city forgot about the Maxi Trial,

Falcone, Borsellino and even the Mafia.

Everyone went back to their old habits.

- Your sandwich. - Thanks.

Sparino, didn't they let you eat today?

Zio Totò, you're right,

but when I work, I burn calories

and if I don't eat, my sugar level drops.

Eat up, so it'll rise!

Hello, it's the mail!

As for me, my thoughts were always and only for Flora.

Romeo!

There's a letter for you!

Who is it, Flora?

What do you care? Go!

It was from Francesco,

saying I had to react and to help me

he'd organized a meeting with a local TV manager.

They were looking for young people to launch.

Degree...

Certainly, my dear Arturo,

it's a bit skimpy as a resume.

Don't make that face, don't worry!

You're still so young, my boy.

Jampierr promises we will fill

this blank page together.

Thank you, Mr. Jampierr.

No, call me simply Jampierr.

- Thank you, Jampierr. - Pas de quoi, my boy.

I see you wanted to be a journalist as a kid.

Do you still have this passion, my boy?

- Yes, actually... - Perfect!

Do you play the piano?

Yes.

THE PALERMO SHOW

"Bonsuar" to all!

And welcome to The Palermo Show.

We have a letter from a devoted viewer.

Mrs. Santoro writes about a problem which afflicts

our beautiful city:

the problem of the sirens on the cars that escort our judges.

The woman even has a hard time hearing our program,

because of the sirens.

And so she asks us:

why don't all the judges

go live together outside Palermo,

in a row of cottages,

so there's less risk for them and for us,

and less stress for us all.

Replying to this intelligent question,

is our guest of honor:

the noble father of the Sicilian Christian Democrats,

a personal friend

of our beloved Premier Giulio Andreotti,

who we say hello to... Hello, Mr. Premier!

Here with us this evening...

It was my moment, I couldn't make a mistake.

The Honorable Salvo Lima!

"Bonsuar", sir.

Instead I made a mistake.

Not because I didn't remember what to play,

I just couldn't imagine, on the night of my debut, I'd have seen,

after so many years, Flora, my Flora.

Let's say goodbye to our wonderful musician Arturo,

who, for this evening, has terminé!

Go, Arturo.

Go!

Mr. Lima, please excuse this small mishap.

I thank you for inviting me to such a nice broadcast.

I'd even invite you to my house for lunch and dinner!

He pushed my blood pressure to three thousand,

I feel terrible!

Here he is!

Arturo, if we'd been on French TV,

at this point you'd be "bouncé"!

I'm mortified.

- No more mistakes or you'll be... - "Bouncé".

No, thrown out!

Hi, Flora, forgive Jampierr, but, his adrenaline you know...

He has to let off steam, I'm his right-arm man, I help him...

With a kick in the ass!

- Have you been in Palermo long? - No, I've just returned.

My father asked me to help Lima with his election campaign.

It's a delicate moment, it's general elections time.

- So you have an important role. - I'm his first assistant.

A little like me and Jampierr.

With the proper differences.

Right, I also do other things for TV,

I'm a journalist, I do reportage.

Interesting, do you deal with politics too?

I really don't know, nothing's been aired yet.

But we have a load of ideas, we're planning...

Flora, let's go, it's late.

It was nice seeing you again, get in touch.

- Of course I will. - Call me.

Of course I'll call you!

I don't have her number!

- Bye, Arturo. - Bye, I'll call you!

Very well, it shall be done, my regards to Mr. Lima.

Thank you.

Arturo, Arturino...

I don't know how you did it

and I'm not even interested in knowing,

but I just received a call from Mr. Lima's assistant,

Flora Guarneri.

How is she?

You can ask her personally, you'll have plenty of chances

because she communicated to me

that Mr. Lima wants you,

as a young journalist, to cover

the DC election campaign for our TV news.

I hope you realize the "delicatess" of this task.

Certainly.

- Make no mistakes this time. - Of course.

- Or you'll be... - "Bouncé".

- How? - With a kick in the ass!

Right.

I see you're starting to learn.

My son's doing a state competition and Mr. Lima has to help him.

He will handle it, no problems.

Or not?

I know, there was gossip about the Honorable Lima

and until a while ago I never imagined

I'd be in a place like this,

but for love we do such cra...

foolishness.

I'll call you in later.

Wow, what a doll!

And so?

Sorry.

- Can't say that? - No.

Fofò Cassina!

- You're...? - Arturo Giammarresi.

- How are you? - Fine. What are you doing here?

I heard Flora's back and I stopped by to say hello.

That's great, but last week Flora argued with Lima,

she slammed the door and said: "You'll never see me again!

I'm returning to Switzerland, to Schaffhausen.

- Schaffhausen? - It's a very distant Swiss canton.

- Mr. Giammarresi, you can come in. - Coming.

- I have to go. - Thanks for updating me.

Don't mention it! I'll put them in water, it's a shame.

Bye.

You have to make some corrections.

We've already spoken, I understand everything.

Have a seat.

I understand everything,

but I'm busy now, let's talk this afternoon.

Thank you, goodbye.

I brought you a little something,

I like to do these things...

And I brought you some iris too.

Besides the iris,

did you bring ideas for the project?

No, because I thought we'd discuss it together...

A few ideas wouldn't have hurt, but I'll be quick:

although Lima's not a candidate,

he's working for the party in the general elections.

It's a delicate moment

and these reports are important.

As of today you're at our disposal until the end of the campaign,

so tell your girlfriend you're not around for the next two months.

I want to reassure you, I have no girlfriend,

I've pushed them away for years...

I'm sorry for you.

No, it's my choice, I'm giving priority to my career.

That's good, I didn't see you very well with Jampierr.

Anyway, it's a great opportunity, and remember, I chose you!

Here are the details, see you tomorrow at 3 pm at the market.

Perfect, tomorrow at 3.

After eating?

There are no bullets inside, right? Can I eat them?

Yes, now you can, but careful, I only bought two...

It's not enough.

Salvo Lima, testing...

The tone's right, maybe the framing...

Isn't that Jampierr's pianist?

Sorry, I have to record my reportage, if you could leave...

It's him!

Sorry, I'm working! What a pain in the as...

- Asking for me? - Is it all set?

- It's all set. - Mr. Lima's arriving.

I'll record the start, and then follow him in detail.

Excuse me, I have to say goodbye to my enthusiastic fans.

He doesn't even have a cameraman!

Now we can start.

Thank you.

Mr. Lima, we're here for you!

- Take care! - Don't worry Ma'am, I'll handle it.

Do something for young people!

We have you in mind too.

- You have to help my son! - Don't worry.

After meeting with the merchants, Mr. Lima gave

a convincing remedy for Sicily's problems.

Sicily needs Europe

and Europe needs Sicily.

Good, steady, self-confident! We're proud of you.

Excellent choice, Lima and the Christian Democrats will never die.

Once again the Christian Democrats

will be the protagonists in the next election.

I thank you for your great interest,

for all the work you're doing

and I bring word

from our honorable premier, Giulio Andreotti,

who congratulates us all

for what we're doing

and for your profuse commitment

on the occasion of this campaign.

The Honorable Lima closed the meeting

with an original formula for Sicily.

Sicily needs Europe

and Europe needs Sicily.

That fucking bastard!

He said he'd handle the Maxi Trial sentence,

instead they convicted us all.

And while we rot in jail, Judge Falcone toasts.

We have to kill Lima.

And after our friends, we'll take care of our enemies.

Judge Falcone is satisfied by the Appeals Court decision

to confirm the convictions issued

in the Maxi Trial against Cosa Nostra.

- Hello? - Arturo.

Flora, if there's a reportage to do, I'm ready!

Calm down, don't get so hyper every time I call.

Sorry, it's the reporter's adrenaline.

Maybe it's not the same adrenaline, but you're invited to my place.

Lima's at your house?

No, dinner just the two of us!

- Not up for it? - Sure!

So, I won't bring the camera?

It depends what ideas you have. I'll be waiting.

Just one is more elegant.

Fuck elegance!

- Flora, it's Arturo. - Come on up, fourth floor.

- Come in. - We go right to the bedroom?

- No, the living room. - Dinner first?

No, later. I'm scared, I've never done it before.

Well, really, neither have I,

but I thought that you, after all these years in Switzerland,

northern country, open mentality...

you must have done it at least once, right?

- I'm sorry to say that! - No, I swear.

Come on, let's go in.

I need your help.

We'll try to help one another.

I've never written a speech for a politician.

Politician?

It's not easy to write a speech for Lima.

Not that Lima gives especially complex speeches:

Sicily needs Europe and Europe needs Sicily.

If you want to change it, put Europe first and then Sicily...

Stop being an idiot, it's important!

Lima wants his speech to make a break with all the controversy...

I thought I'd start like this:

The Christian Democrat party is in the front line against the Mafia...

"In the front line" sounds a little overdone I think,

I'd say the third line, because even the second would be an exaggeration.

What's wrong? Why are you so grumpy?

Lima doesn't say things like that,

he's never said a word against the Mafia, not even by mistake,

should he now, during the campaign?

Who'd vote for him?

This evening's been useful to me.

I see who you are: a bastard.

You think you're better than me, than the others, you preach.

Still when I asked you to come work for Lima, you were enthusiastic,

you praised Lima and now you moralize. Fuck you!

The truth is, I don't give a damn about Lima and the DC,

I accepted the job to be with you, because you were there,

because my whole life I...

I have cared for you...

maybe something even more.

Is this the real reason?

Yes.

Then it's the worst way and the worst moment to tell me.

Now get out.

Get out!

Hello.

- I now know what you are. - What?

You're an imbecile, an "imbéssil".

Only an imbecile

can get himself called by Lima's assistant

and get himself thrown out, all in the same week.

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

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

And consider yourself lucky,

pianists who'd like to take your place are lining up.

Understand?

Look who's here, Jampierr!

Right, Jampierr!

Just look!

People love me, they care for me,

get that into your thick imbecile head!

They're coming back!

What are you doing?

- Didn't you hear? - What?

They were shooting, someone's on the ground!

They kill lots of people in Palermo, one more, one less...

Go, my dear.

Where are you going? Look, this time you'll be "bouncé"!

Go to hell!

- They killed him! - Was there a blonde girl?

- I didn't see anything. - Was there or not?

I didn't see anything!

We're calling the police.

Flora, it's Arturo.

Flora, it's Arturo.

Flora, it's Arturo...

...say the origin of the killing

can be found in the prosecutors' closing words on political crimes.

The judges align analogies to this murder...

Dad, I have to ask you something.

- Not right now. - No, right now.

Would Lima have read this speech?

No.

A memory of yours regarding Salvo Lima.

I remember him as a person of great intelligence,

I've always seen him side with the humble and with justice,

as an enthusiast of Europe

and so I remember him not only because he was a friend,

but objectively, with great regret and enormous esteem.

What will happen in Sicily?

I don't know...

I heard nothing more from Flora.

I was alone, wrapped in a strange, annoying warmth

which, after Salvo Lima's death, had cloaked Palermo.

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

Hello, this is my resume.

Thank you.

I'll leave my resume.

Yes, thank you.

I'll take it back.

But it wasn't easy

and not only for the usual difficulty to find a job in Palermo,

but also because it was hot, too hot.

The only one not suffering was boss Totò Riina,

who in view of the heat wave, had already made plans.

But he had a problem: he wasn't in touch with technology.

I don't understand how it works.

I explained it to you!

If you feel hot,

press "snow".

If you feel cold, press "sun".

But sun, snow... they mix me up!

It's the opposite of what you feel, I've been saying it for two hours!

If you feel hot, press "snow", if you feel cold, press "snow"...

no, sun... now I'm confused too!

Press what you like!

How does this technology work? I don't understand!

Judge Borsellino

backed the candidacy of his colleague and friend Falcone....

But a few days later, Totò Riina

understood how a remote control worked.

...many opinions are contrary.

At Palazzo dei Marescialli the conflict goes on...

So did my ex-classmate Fofò,

who crossed the cars of Judge Falcone and his escort at Capaci.

So did Jampierr,

who arrived in Via D'Amelio five minutes after Judge Borsellino.

Mom?

Mom!

So did the people of Palermo.

DEATH PENALTY = CIVILIZATION

At the funeral of Judge Borsellino's escort

they were kept outside the cathedral.

They're our deaths!

It's our funeral, let us go through!

They proved to us the government isn't with us,

because we're out here as citizens!

Only the people of Palermo have the right to cry over these deaths.

They treat us like we're the criminals,

we want to go through to honor the dead,

these young men who died simply doing their duty.

We haven't slept for 48 hours because of what happened.

Kick Mafia from the State!

Kick Mafia from the State!

And I understood it too.

Good, like that!

Good, Flora!

One more.

Just one more and it'll come out.

Here he is.

He's beautiful!

Since I became a father,

I understood that parents have two fundamental tasks.

The first is to defend their children from the world's wickedness.

The second is to help them recognize it.

Filadelfio Aparo was a sergeant with the crime squad in Palermo,

he was 44 when he was killed, he was considered a sleuth.

It's thanks to him that we have the Anti-Mafia law

and the seizure of Mafia holdings.

This man worked at the Giornale di Sicilia

and was the first one to see Totò Riina's intentions.

Here they killed Paolo Borsellino with his armed escort.

Despite knowing the Mafia wanted to kill him, he went on,

he wasn't afraid.

At a certain point he went to Rome and worked there,

doing things he couldn't do in Palermo.

I went into a snack bar and there was a man with a strange moustache

who offered me an iris.

It was Boris Giuliano, head of the crime squad,

a very good cop.

He gave me my first interview.

DO NOT LEAVE TRASH UNDER THE PLAQUE OF GENERAL DALLA CHIESA

He created the Anti-Mafia Squad.

Your mother and I even met him.

THE MAFIA KILLS ONLY IN SUMMER

translation Charlotte Lantery

subtitles Ombre elettriche - Roma