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The events narrated in this film really happened

Black Turin

Look! There is Dad!

Come on, there's nobody around.

Come on.

- The kids are around! - Come here, Lucia.

- No, no! - See? There's nobody around.

No, darling, the kids...

The kids are far away.

Let's go.

Come. Come on, let's go.

Bastards!

You idiot! I'm not a bastard, you are, understand?

- And you're also crazy! - You bastard!

- Come here! - Leave us alone!

Leave us alone!

- Is this yours? - Yes.

- Is this yours, too? - No, it's not mine!

Stop him!

Dad! Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

"This courts finds the defendant, Rosario Rao, guilty as charged,

"and it therefore sentences him to 15 years' imprisonment,

"and the payment of all expenses of the judicial proceeding."

Come on, come on, Lello! It's late!

Mino! Mino! Come on, you've got to get up.

Come on, it's late. Wake your brother and make him wash up. Hurry.

Wake up, Lello!

Fuck off!

If I catch you...

- Go and wash up! You smell like a goat! - Let go of me!

And you smell like cat poop!

Come on, stop it. Leave him alone!

- Mom, you told me to wash him. - Yes, but not like that, my son.

(in Sicilian) I dreamed about Dad again. Always the same dream...

The more you think about it, the more you dream about it.

Dreams come whenever they want, Mom. In my dream,

I see everything clearly, as if it were happening now.

Then, when I wake up, everything is confused.

What is it that you want to remember?

Mom, I was at the stadium, too.

I saw Dad didn't shoot him.

Nobody knows it better than me.

I remember everything. Everything.

I know it, too.

But there's nothing we two can do about it, unfortunately.

Don't let the milk boil over.

Eat, now, if you want to grow.

Don't forget to take your brother for his injection.

I won't.

I'll be working late at the laundry tonight.

Dinner is ready. You just need to warm it up. Bye.

Bye, Mom.

- Excuse me, I'll be quick. - Please...

- Hi, Maria. - Hi.

- What are you doing?! - Just when it was getting good!

Go and get dressed. We have to go to school.

Where are you going? I told you to get dressed.

We have a lot of things to do before going to school. Hurry!

Lello, wait for me. We have to take the railway shortcut.

You got that?

Lello!

I've got it. I'm not stupid!

- Stop! Stop! - Can you give us a ride?

We have to go to school.

This is a no-entry area! Okay... get in.

Lello, move it!

Ouch!

It's steaks you need, not IV injections. Do you understand?

- I understand. - OK, from tonight on, steaks and sausages.

They're done.

- It's my turn, now. - I need a certificate.

It's the fourth time I've come here!

(patients complaining indistinctly)

Here.

Two croissants.

One for breakfast and one for dinner. Don't sell them, okay?

- Give me some of that. - Are you crazy?

- What's that? - Women's stuff.

Some Astor cigs and a carton of Beer cigs have arrived.

- Good. - I'm still waiting for the money from 2 days ago. Don't forget.

OK.

Here.

Give some to me.

- And take the money to your mom. - Me, too!

Once you're done selling the cigarettes, go to school, huh?

- Me, too! - Here.

- That's it. - Thanks.

- Bye. - Bye, Jaco.

American cigs!

Swiss cigarettes!

American cigarettes. 300 lire.

Here.

- For your snack break. - Thanks.

And this is for your dinner.

Hi.

(in Piedmontese) Hey, Southerner, did you get me some Astor cigs?

- Yes. Here they are. - Good.

You have to give me the change, you know?

(in Piedmontese) Come on!

(in Piedmontese) Okay, thanks.

(in Sicilian) You stinking Northerner!

- Turin! Turin! Turin! - Sicily! Sicily! Sicily!

- Turin! Turin! - Sicily! Sicily!

What are you doing?! Stop fighting, you scoundrels!

Rao, go straight home!

And don't come back to school unless you're accompanied by a parent.

Everyone go to your classes, now. Everyone inside.

Come on, kids, it's time for class. Hurry!

You can't enter today. You're suspended.

- Why?- If you want to sell cigarettes, go to the Porta Palazzo market.

These Southerners should be all sent back to "Africa"!

Mino, wait for me!

- I'm coming with you. - You go back to school.

- No, I'm coming with you. - Go back!

Look.

Ah!

Yes!

La Stampa. Thanks.

Give me a copy, too.

Popeye

Give me a piece of gum.

Give me a "piece" of the paper.

Let me read, now. Stop pestering me.

Did you know Riva has a lover?

No.

- Lucky bastard! - Who?

This guy won 93 million lire on the football pools.

What would you do with the money if you were him?

I'd buy a Suzuki 750. And a present for Mom.

I'd get laid with... Patty Pravo, instead.

Run over and killed by a car in Via Nizza

- What is it? - None of your business.

You go home. I have things to do.

I know what you have in your head, but without me you can't do a damn thing!

- Why did you come here? - It's important.

What is it?

Come.

Come.

"Run over and killed by a car in Via Nizza"

- It's a road accident. - Did you read the victim's name?

Yes, "Perrera".

You say you're taking care of my father's case,

yet you've even forgotten the witnesses' names.

Nany Perrera. Dad sold his gun to him.

But, at the trial, Perrera said it wasn't true.

- Are you sure it is the same person? - Definitely.

I'm going, guys. As you were, don't get up.

I'm going to the courthouse. I'll be back in the afternoon.

Who is this boy?

The son of one of my acquaintances, Rao.

- I've already told you about him. - Rao? Rao?

- The man involved in the murder at the stadium - Ah, yes, I remember.

All the evidence was against him, unfortunately.

Poor child.

- Well, see you later. I'll be back in the afternoon. - Goodbye, sir.

- Oops! Sorry. - Goodbye, dear.

Every time Dad writes to us, he insists on the three witnesses.

Why did Perrera deny he had bought the gun?

I could ask you: "Why did your father say he had sold it to him?"

- Because he later bought a new one. - Mom keeps it hidden under the night stand.

- Now Perrera is dead. - He was killed.

The newspaper article you gave me mentions a hit-and-run.

He might have been killed intentionally, but...

Perrera was killed yesterday, while your father has been in jail for 3 years!

Now that Perrera is dead, someone will talk.

- Who?! - "Someone". If you don't want to help us, we'll do it all on our own.

Shut up, you!

Listen, I want to help you, but I don't want to get your hopes up.

I owe a lot to your father.

It is him who paid for my education, otherwise I'd be still a bricklayer now.

He was like a brother to me.

Thanks.

Keep it. We'll put it on your bill.

You're as stubborn as your father.

Lello, do you remember your father?

Yes, he was as tall as this cupboard.

- Besides, it was him who painted it. - Ah.

And I remember he'd always whistle coming home. He'd go:

- We could hear him from far away. - I, too, remember that.

I remember when they took him away from the stadium.

It took four officers to hold him.

How unfair! He's good as gold, he'd never shoot anyone.

I'm not saying he was docile like a sheep.

He was very strong.

Whoever messed with him would be in big trouble.

He hated it when an injustice was done to him or others.

You idiot!

Stop! Don't touch me!

Stop!

The money...

You can leave now.

And don't come to work next Monday... or ever again.

What happened?

26,000 lire for a week's work.

I have three dependent children.

That's what happened.

And they made me sign a receipt for 47,000 lire.

I agreed to it the first week and the second,

but they've been ripping me off for 4 weeks now.

Come with me.

Hey, what is it?

You made a mistake, accountant. His pay is short 21,000 lire.

That's what you two say.

But I think he was paid all he was due.

Get out!

Stop it!

I don't want any fight here.

- Give him what he's due. - And Monday you'll rehire him.

Yes, we'll rehire him. You have my word.

And Mariano Fridda's word is his bond.

Come.

And let's stop fighting among ourselves,

or these Northerners will treat us like criminals.

Understood?

That's the way your dad was. He'd shoulder everyone's troubles.

- That wasn't the only time. - You mean Mariano Fridda framed him?

No, Mariano liked your father. At the trial,

he was the only witness who testified in his favour.

We Sicilians must make ourselves respected.

I've been here for 5 years. I started as a bricklayer,

and now I'm a construction foreman. And do you know why?

I've gained respect.

Santoro won't fuck with you again, you'll see.

Those people are like sheep; they have no initiative.

But you are a man.

When you think something is wrong, come to me, and I'll give you satisfaction.

OK?

Who killed Santoro, then?

And why did they blame Dad?

I want to follow this lead, "Nany Perrera".

There must be a relative of his, somewhere.

If indeed he was thrown under a car on purpose, somebody will talk.

Perrera? The man who was run over by a car, the other day?

He never worked a day in his life.

- Two coffees. - Coming right up!

But...

Did Perrera have a family?

No. He had a fianc�e.

Two coffees, quick!

He made her prostitute herself under the porticos of Via Nizza.

Hello.

- Have you seen Nascarella? - No. Don't you want me?

- You don't know what you're missing! - Has Nascarella been here? - No.

- Stop. - Come with us. We'll give you a discount.

- I'm not here for that. Go away! - Fuck off!

- Hey, you! Is Nascarella here? - No, I haven't seen her.

- Hi! - Do you know Nascarella?

Yes, I know her, but she's not working tonight.

Why? Am I not good enough for you? Look at me, beautiful dark-haired man.

I need to talk to her about personal things.

Well, that's different, then.

- Do you know where the Vallette borough is? - Yes.

Go straight, then turn left, then turn right. It's where the foundries are.

Once there, ask for directions.

- OK, thanks. - Bye.

- Oh, what a surprise! - It's a surprise for me, too.

- I didn't know you lived here. - Please come in.

Thanks.

- Would you like some coffee? - No, no, thanks.

You're really mean, lawyer. You're "cheating" on me, huh?

It's been more than 3 months since you last "visited" me in Via Nizza.

Who gave you my address?

Well, I heard about the accident Perrera had, and...

"Accident"?

Don't you think it was...

Sir...

I'm only telling this to you...

- He was killed. - By who?

He used to tell me: "You do a favour for them, and they crush you."

What kind of favour? For whom?

They asked him to give false testimony. It's an old story.

Poor man, he would even dream about it at night.

Because he wasn't bad, you know?

Thanks.

He felt bad knowing that poor man was in jail.

- Do you mean Rao? - Yes.

He told me: "Do you see that photo?

"As long as it's on the wall, I have them under my thumb,

"because that photo is worth a lot of money."

He liked money, but he wasn't bad.

- Was he blackmailing someone? - I don't know.

Maybe he had got overconfident.

Now that those cowards have killed him, I'm afraid, too.

I can't sleep anymore at night.

Did you see? I'm even afraid of opening the door.

Where's the photo?

One night, returning home from the cinema, we found the door open.

We noticed that the photo had disappeared from the room.

Just the photo.

Nany was scared and decided to leave for a while.

The following morning, they killed him.

- What was in that photo? - It had been taken at the stadium.

- Were some players in it? - No.

- The public? - Yes.

Who? Someone we know?

I don't remember. It was a group.

I looked at it many times, but only briefly.

Here's my business card. Should you recall something else...

Dear lawyer, I'd do anything to help those kids.

But my hands are tied.

Please, have a seat.

Do you know what they said?

"Marshal, you have a wild imagination.

"The Mafia doesn't exist in Turin."

And they transferred me from the investigation team to the vice squad.

Now I have to deal with...

prostitutes, inverts, perverts, transvestites and converts.

They give me anxiety.

No, thanks. I can't smoke anymore.

I can't even have a cup of coffee without the end of the world happening.

You're telling me Nascarella thinks that maybe her friend, Perrera, was killed.

Not "maybe", my friend. He was killed.

I even told my superiors upstairs.

Do you know what they answered? "Mind your own business, Marshal,

- "or you'll end up in the political squad." - So there's nothing more we can do.

If Nascarella repeated what she said in front of an investigating judge,

if she put it in writing, it would assume more relevance, trust me.

That's why I came here.

After all, Nascarella is...

You're on the vice squad, and Nascarella... What is Nascarella?

Right. After all, Nascarella is a prostitute.

And I'm a marshal of the vice squad.

I'll tell you what:

I'll go to her.

If Nascarella puts in writing what she said about the photo and all the rest,

I swear on my word of honour that the people upstairs will have to listen to me.

Stefano!

- Hey... - Ouch!

What did the Marshal tell you?

He'll help us. He promised he'll give us a hand.

- "The brake is broken!" - Brake! Use the handbrake!"

"It's broken!"

- It smells like Sicily. - Like what?

Oranges and tangerines.

- Stop stealing fruit! - I want some oranges, too.

- Wait, Mino! - Come here. Where are you going?

Mino, help me.

At least don't be late!

Come on, Lello.

- What are we going to do about Rita? - What do you mean?

From man to man: who is going to date her?

You are a man?

Do you think I'm a girl?

Do up your fly! Rita wants me. You're too little.

- And what am I going to do? - When you're older, I'll pass her on to you.

You have to pay me, then.

Okay.

Give me that.

Give me that, too.

Give me this, too. Yes, this.

- No, I can't. It's a photo of Anastasi. - Exactly. You have to give it to me.

Yeah... Wait here.

That guy... they call him "The Third-Rate Lawyer".

He obviously likes whores.

No, something doesn't feel right.

What if Nascarella knows something?

Perrera wasn't reliable. He talked too much.

And whores talk, too.

Whores will be whores.

Let's go!

What's happening? What about the tangerines?

There's something more important than the tangerines now. Let's go.

Who do you think you are? Coach Herrera, giving orders? "Go there! Come back!

"Stay here!"

- Stefano! - Stefano!

- Stefano! - Stefano, open up! It's us.

Why are you making all this noise? Stefano's not in.

- And where can we find him? - He went to Mondov�.

He left some time ago.

- Do you know when he'll be back? - No, I don't know when he'll be back.

Get up! Come on!

Brigadier, go ahead.

Excuse me, Commissioner, let's be logical:

Nany Perrera is run over by a car;

Nascarella falls from the 6th floor. There must be a connection.

A woman kills herself because her lover has died.

What is there to "connect"?

- But Perrera was implicated in the Rao case. - He wasn't implicated. He was a witness.

You have a strange vocabulary.

- Excuse me, come here. You're the building's porter, right? - Yes.

If any of her relatives come, don't give them the key to her house.

Suicide is an insane gesture. As such, it never has a motive.

It may have a psychological cause,

but that's up to Medicine to determine, not the police.

American cigs! 300 lire!

American cigs!

300 lire!

- American cigs? - I've been looking for you for an hour! Get in!

I, too, have been looking for you, since yesterday.

I have some good news and some bad news.

Well, start with the bad news.

Nascarella is dead.

Was she killed?

Let's say they made it look like a suicide.

The Marshal is sure of that.

Were you at least able to get a distant look at that man at the freight yard?

No, I only heard his voice. A strange voice.

- Did he mention my name? - Yes, yours and Nascarella's.

Give me a cigarette.

- You're scared, huh? - Just getting cold feet.

And it shows, because you even forgot to give me the good news.

Ah, yes, you're right.

Lawyer Marinotti will take up your father's case.

Your boss? But he charges a lot. Where do I find the money?

What money?!

Get an innocent man out of jail,

and you'll see how TV covers the case.

We Southerners could elect him as a Member of Parliament.

There are 600,000 of us, here in Turin.

We'll soon be more than the Turinese.

However, now that Nascarella is dead, what do we tell Marinotti?

He needs proof. He needs facts.

Perrera wasn't the only "enemy witness" at the trial. There were two others.

- "Witness for the prosecution". - Their names were Puma and Ravazza.

Puma said Dad had threatened Santoro with death,

- and Ravazza said he had seen Dad shoot him. You need to talk to them. - Me?

Aren't you my lawyer?

You have to stop asking questions.

I work here all day, and I get to know what's going on.

You two are attracting too much attention.

Mino, you know I love your father.

When I had this accident, I'd have starved to death, if he hadn't helped me.

Therefore, if I give you some advice,

you must listen to it, okay?

If you really love Dad, you must tell me where Puma and Ravazza are,

or else I'll go asking around.

Okay...

Puma is in hospital, here in the city... if he's not dead already.

Ravazza doesn't live in Turin anymore, but I'll make some enquiries.

19...

21.

- Good morning. Excuse us, we need to talk to your husband. - No. He's sick. Leave him alone.

- We have permission from the doctor on duty. It's very important. - Come in.

This is Rao's son.

You're one of those who sent Rao to jail.

I'm sorry,

but I can confirm what I said at the trial,

because I was present, that day.

And I remember it as if it were now.

It's all right. Let's play.

Stop!

Rosario Rao, you listen to me: I'm not going to throw you in there, this time,

but mind your own business and leave the workers alone. Understood?

I heard it with my own ears.

Your father said: "I swear to God I'll kill Santoro."

- That's what he said. And he said it again. - My father denied that at the trial.

- He said you weren't there that day. - That's the point we need to clarify.

Your father denied many things.

But everything he denied was proved.

Look at the state I'm in.

I have a few days left to live.

If the truth were different, I'd help you.

I'm sorry.

It's from Nascarella.

"Dear lawyer, last night I wasn't honest with you.

"I have another photo, which looks the same as the one they stole from Nany Perrera.

"I've decided to leave Turin.

"Since this photo could be useful to you, I thought I'd send it to you.

"I hope it's useful.

"Goodbye and good luck. Nascarella"

I don't see anything noteworthy, here.

Yet Nascarella wrote that it looked the same as the one for which Perrera was killed.

- Who is there? - Who else could it be?

- That's no way to come to my place! - I've been looking for you for 2 hours!

What's going on? You look shit scared.

So... Ravazza lives in Sanremo. He runs a flower farm, and it's doing well.

Here's his address.

Go to the door. I'll let you in.

Look at this photo. Do you see anything strange?

Oh my God! This photo was taken that day!

How did you get it?

What do you see?

What do I see? Rosario, Santoro, Puma...

even Ravazza!

- Which of them is Ravazza? - This one, here.

- This one? - Yes.

Let's take it to Lawyer Marinotti, then.

No...

Calm down.

- This photo doesn't mean anything. - But there's also Ravazza in it.

Yes, but Ravazza is sitting far from the crime scene.

When was it taken?

Before the match or during it?

That match or another match?

Trust me, from a juridical standpoint, this photo is worthless.

What now?

I want to try anyway. I want to try...

to catch Ravazza off-guard.

- When do we leave? - Tomorrow morning. I'll tell your mother.

Mino...

- Your clothes. - Okay.

Mom, the milk!

Gosh, what a mess I've made!

I know what you and Stefano are up to.

And it's keeping me awake at night.

- Listen, Mom... - Don't make things worse.

Stefano is going to Sanremo for work, and I'll keep him company.

You're lying, Mino, and you're bad at lying.

She's right. Tell her we're going there for Dad.

What are you thinking?

You are staying at home.

Why? Am I or am I not Dad's son, too? So I'm going to Sanremo, too.

- You're going to school, not to Sanremo! - No, I'm not going to school.

Lello... Lello, come here!

- Lello, stop it! - I'll stay all day in here!

Open this door! Open up, I said, and go to school!

No, I'm not going!

- Open up, I said! - No!

I'm not taking you to Sanremo. Do you understand?

Stay in the toilet, then. It's your loss.

- Have you brought something to eat? - Yes.

Good.

Ouch!

Ah, that's why the car smells strange.

- Like goat! - It's my smell.

- What's he doing here? - He was locked in the toilet. - I "was".

- Now we're taking you home. - Home?

We can't. If we take him home now, we'll arrive late in Sanremo.

Come on, let's go.

Sanremo! How beautiful! Let's go swimming!

Yeah, okay, but later.

What does this photo mean? It could have been taken before the match.

Later, I walked down the steps to reach my friends,

and I realized what had happened.

It was Rao who shot Santoro.

That's what I saw, and that's what I said at the trial.

Excuse me... It seems ridiculous that you made this long trip,

just to hear me repeat things I've already said.

Right, apparently, it was foolish of us to come here.

But this nice excursion has been very useful to us.

Well, as long as you're happy...

- So? - Come on, get in.

- What fools we were! - No, quite the opposite.

While Ravazza was talking, I had a thought...

Unfortunately, I didn't think of it before...

This is not the right photo.

In her letter, Nascarella said this photo looked the same as the one stolen.

But it's not. There must be another photo. Again, this is not the right one.

The right one must have been taken by the same photographer on the same roll.

We need to find the roll.

Look at that car. It's been following us for a while.

- Don't get out! Wait! - Come on!

Come on, you idiot!

Ouch!

Hold on tight!

You sons of bitches! Go vandalize your own property!

Ouch!

Did you hit your head?

No, my ass. And it hurts! Ouch!

Ouch! Let's stop and beat them up!

Ouch! Fucking hell!

- You hit your ass again, huh? - No, my head! Ouch!

Slow down! Easy!

- Hey, stop it! Those men are no joke. - I'm no joke either.

- What will it be? - 2 litres.

You nearly crashed into the pump for just 2 litres.

Look. A military convoy. Let's get between two vehicles.

(in Ligurian) Where are you going? My money... Give me my money!

Unbelievable!

Bye, kids. See you tomorrow.

- Bye. - Bye. And thanks.

Oh, shit!

Let go of me!

Come here!

Let's get out of here, quick!

Two men against one. Scumbags!

They've taken the photo.

Here.

Does it hurt a lot?

- Come on, get up. - Get up.

Another complaint against unknown persons. Please sign your statement.

Dear lawyer, instead of going to Sanremo to play James Bond,

if you'd come to me with that photo, which, by the way, doesn't mean anything,

you'd have spared yourself a punch in the liver,

- assuming you got it because of the photo, and not during a simple robbery. - "Robbery"?

They took only the photo.

What do you say about the men in the car who tried to kill us?

Put yourself in my shoes...

You say you were attacked and robbed of a photo that looked like another photo...

that you've never seen. You mentioned a car but you didn't get its license plate number.

Don't you think it's strange they attacked us right after we talked to Ravazza?

It could be a coincidence.

Shall I send a message to Sanremo and ask that Ravazza be questioned?

- Let's send it. - Yessir, right away.

Just a moment, Marshal. While we're at it, let's try to trace the photographer.

- What's his name? - His name... was written on the back of the photo.

- Camarata. - Yes, Camarata.

- Camarata. - "Camarata".

Who knows, we might find this elusive photo neither of you, here, has ever seen.

Now we'll see...

The assault on you was carried out in Turin.

Ravazza was in Sanremo.

He'll shrug his shoulders,

and our unproven assumptions will make us crash to the ground, like Icarus. Please...

I take pills in the morning to raise my blood pressure,

and pills in the evening to lower it. Ours is a hard life.

Marshal Trotta has lost his marbles, poor man.

To give him some rest, we transferred him to the vice squad. But what rest can he get?

He has only 20 agents.

With immigration, in Turin we have 20,000 prostitutes.

20,000 divided by 20 is 1,000 for each agent.

Commissioner...

- Sir, there's a call for you. - Excuse me.

Yes?

Okay, thanks.

That photo lab doesn't exist anymore. To be more precise,

not even the building where the lab was exists anymore. It was demolished 3 years ago.

Ah, I have an interesting detail for you.

The area of the building where the photographer lived,

was bought by Mariano Fridda. He was a friend of your father's.

Now, I'm sure that when he bought the old building to demolish it,

the photographer gave him some signed document.

Fridda must have some paper.

Fridda Construction

- Where are the offices? - On the third floor.

Oh, you've grown, huh?

Bricklayer-lawyer... I've heard you work for Marinotti. He's a good person.

Maybe one day you'll work for me.

Confidentially, I need more lawyers than architects.

So, what can I do for you?

Find the papers of the demolition of the old building.

Yes, sir, immediately.

Bring me anything you find about Camarata, a photographer.

Rosario Rao...

It's been years...

An upstanding man. You must be proud of him.

If it were up to me, I'd release him right away,

because Santoro was a criminal.

Dad didn't kill Santoro.

I wish he hadn't killed him.

I did my duty at the trial.

I said Rosario Rao was a gentleman.

A honest worker, a generous man, especially with his friends.

And he antagonized Santoro by supporting his friends.

I noticed things were getting bad between the two of them.

So I tried to reconcile them.

And, one day, I sat them at the same table.

Take your glasses. Friends, you're witnesses:

all misunderstandings have been cleared and peace has been made.

Rosario Rao and Vito Santoro are making a toast together.

And it is peace between two gentlemen.

Now, in full joy, let's honour this food, which is a gift from God.

But, as you know, things went differently.

If I could have helped Rao at the trial, I would have.

What could I do now, after all these years?

However,

if you need me to convince some big shot, or to spend some money,

count on me as if I were one of the family.

- I couldn't find any document relating to the photographer. - Did you look carefully?

"Yes, I looked carefully."

I'm sorry.

Here come the lemons!

- Hi, Mino. How are you? - I'm going to play a frame.

These lemons are mushy. Did they walk all the way here from Messina? Put them down.

- Give me the cigarettes, too. - Don't you see where your partner is?

You have to make a bank shot.

Don't quit your day job!

Hit the ball.

4-point shot.

Make a 2-rail kick shot.

- Hey, Mino, here's 15,000 lire. - Ah.

- May I have a token, too? - Here. It's on me.

Say hello to Mom for me.

Do you think we're playing for peanuts, here?

We're playing for money. Real, ready money.

Come on, play.

- Hello, Stefano? - "Yes."

- I saw him. He's here, in the bar on Corso Palestro. - "Who?"

The man with a strange voice, who was at the freight yard.

"Wait there, I'm coming. Keep your eyes on him."

- He's leaving. I have to follow him. - "Don't be a fool! I'll call the Marshal."

- I have to follow him. - "Wait, Mino!"

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Die!

Marshal...

Marshal...

Mino...

You can't do these things alone. What if I had been out when Stefano called?

You'd have got into big trouble!

I followed the man with a strange voice. He trapped me here and left.

You mustn't move. You mustn't move without me.

Mino, you have to be careful. Those people are dangerous.

Come with me.

Do you know what they meant to tell you with those dogs?

That you have to close your eyes, shut your mouth and cover your ears.

It was a warning to you. Understand?

Listen: I have some good news for you, at last. I've found that photographer.

- What's his name? - Camarata.

Camarata.

Go down. He's no longer a photographer. Now he has a pizzeria in Borgo San Pietro.

- I'll go there. - OK.

I make pizzas, now. 3 years ago, when I quit photography,

I destroyed all films.

But people like you still ask me about my photos.

Last week a man came and asked me a lot of questions.

It was Friday, if I'm not mistaken.

- What was he looking for? - He wanted the same thing you're looking for:

a roll with photos taken during a football match, right?

Yes.

My answer is still the same: I don't have anything anymore.

I could have told him something more, but I didn't like his face.

You know... Perrera was my cousin.

Maybe he wasn't a model of integrity, but he was still my cousin.

They killed him like a dog, by running him over with a car. I can't accept that.

I'm only telling this to you: I gave the roll to him, when I liquidated my business.

He said it was like a life insurance for him.

His "insurance" clearly failed to save him.

They, too, are looking for the roll, though.

Yes, but we have an advantage over them.

Are you sure her house hasn't been rented?

Yes, I'm sure.

I called the porter. All Nascarella's things are still there.

"Bulova Accutron; the watch that lives in space."

The porter is coming out.

Good. Get the keys while I keep him talking.

Excuse me... Excuse me...

I'm from the insurance company. I was here last month. Remember?

- You needed to insure a car, didn't you? - No.

- Or a motorcycle? - No.

- Maybe a TV set... - No. I have nothing to insure.

You're mistaken. I'm poor, how can I own a car?

I must have mistaken you for someone else.

"Got a dream furniture in mind? Sormani.

"Sormani furnishes your tomorrow."

"Stock (liquor) is a precise choice, that reflects your savoir-vivre."

They got here before us.

Lello!

- How did you get here? - You brought me here.

Now go straight home. Your mother will be worried.

Go home, Lello.

I'm going, but let me help you, first,

or you won't find anything.

Come on, unscrew the other knobs.

I've found it, Mino!

I told you; without me, you can't do a damn thing!

This is it. Lello...

- Where are you going? - I'm going home, or Mom will worry.

Let's go to a photo lab.

They're nothing alike.

Here, the spectators are all sitting still, while in this one they're moving.

Here, some people are fighting.

- What match is this? - They're okay, thanks.

- How much is it? - Given the late hour, 50 lire.

In this photo, Santoro is dying, while Ravazza is up here.

How could he have seen him?

This is certainly good proof for Lawyer Marinotti.

I think they didn't find anything.

It is you who didn't find anything, and you trashed the entire apartment.

If they haven't found the roll, what are they doing at this photo lab?

If they want to stop us, it is better they stop us downtown.

They're overtaking us.

I'm scared, Stefano.

Don't worry; as long as we're in traffic, they can't push us off-road.

Don't be afraid.

I'm trying to lead them to the police headquarters.

- But there's no traffic, there. - We'll take the risk.

- Mino... - Stefano...

They smashed... my bones.

They've outsmarted us again.

But this time the police will have to intervene, you'll see.

The photo and Ravazza were the key to the total solution of this huge,

vile Mafia story.

Why didn't you stop and arrest Ravazza?

Stefano, poor man, wouldn't be in hospital now. What are you waiting for to arrest him?!

Sanremo police have found that Ravazza has been away for a week.

"On business", according to his wife.

I've issued a nationwide alert to all police headquarters.

It is not by yelling that we can catch Ravazza.

Please...

- Dad! - Mino!

Mino...

My son...

Let me see you.

- How are Mom and Lello? - Fine.

- Is Stefano still in a lot of pain? - Yes.

Mino, did you speak to that lawyer, Marinotti?

Yes.

And what did he say? Can anything be done, even without the photos?

- Has Ravazza been caught? - No.

So... there's nothing we can do, Mino.

Listen, take back your stuff, and I'll take Rita,

because you're not playing with us anymore.

- The photo of Anastasi is missing. - I traded it for this.

Do you remember me? I'm Puma's wife.

So?

He wants to talk to you. He needs to tell you something important.

- When? - Now. I'm not even sure he'll make it to tomorrow.

Wait a moment.

I'm coming with you, in case you come to blows with them and need my help.

No, stay here, or Mom will be worried.

Bye.

Why do I always have to stay at home?

Am I married to Mom?!

Although I won't save my soul,

I can at least save your father.

I used to be Mariano Fridda's right-hand man,

when he hadn't become so important yet.

At that time, Fridda and Santoro were partners.

But nobody knew.

Fridda played the honest man,

while Santoro paved the way for him.

Thousands of immigrants from the South were exploited like slaves.

Some were killed.

Then Fridda began to worry about Santoro's ways of doing things.

And he decided to eliminate him.

He feared your father, too,

because he stood up to protect those poor people,

and he had approached the trade unions.

Fridda could no longer do as he pleased on the construction sites,

and decided to eliminate him, too.

The opportunity came when Fridda organized a lunch gathering,

to make peace between your father and Santoro.

Do you think Rosario Rao has forgiven Vito Santoro?

I don't think so.

I think Rao is going to kill Santoro, sooner or later.

And that would be fine with me,

because Santoro would be less trouble dead than alive.

Besides, Rao never minds his own business and is always inciting the workers.

Rao was wrong to sell it.

And you were right to buy it.

This is an extraordinary weapon.

Do you know what I mean? "Extraordinary".

- Yes, because it'll allow us to kill two birds with one bullet. - Right, Santo.

You've got smart.

You've earned the stripes to do the job.

You follow football. Who's playing next Sunday?

Roma FC is coming to Turin, and it might win.

It's an important match; Rao'll be glad,

and so will Santoro.

They like football.

Let's invite everyone to the stadium and celebrate.

It's all on me!

We're going to beat them, this time.

Bastards!

You idiot! I'm not a bastard, you are, understand?

- And you're also crazy! - You bastard!

- Come here! - Leave us alone!

Leave us alone!

Fuck you!

Give it to me.

I hope you're better at testifying.

Beware of Fridda and Vanni Mascara.

No more talking. Let him rest quietly, for heaven's sake!

Go, madam. Don't worry.

Go get some rest, too. I'll call you, if necessary.

Go.

It's me, Mascara.

- My train is the red one. Yours is the green one. - I want the red one. - Wait.

The chest of drawers has been closed (code for "The snitch has been silenced").

Are you sure he didn't talk to them?

- He did, unfortunately. - Be careful, then.

Do you know them?

Yes. Keep me informed.

Let me listen to it, too.

"Although I won't save my soul,

"I can at least save your father.

"I used to be Mariano Fridda's right-hand man,

"when he hadn't become so important yet.

"At that time, Fridda and Santoro were partners.

"But nobody knew.

"Fridda played the honest man,

"while Santoro paved the way for him.

"Thousands of immigrants from the South were exploited like slaves.

"Some were killed.

"Then Fridda began to worry about Santoro's ways of doing things.

"And he decided to eliminate him."

Mino? Lello?

Are you in? Open up.

I'm taking this to Lawyer Marinotti.

Tell Mom to inform the Marshal and Stefano.

You could have answered me.

- Where are you going? - Lello will tell you everything.

Mino... it's late!

Let me help you, Mom.

Help!

Help!

I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but he's in grave condition.

It's a miracle he's alive.

By way of exception, I've obtained a 3-hour permission for you to visit him in hospital.

At 9 o'clock, you'll be questioned by the investigating judge.

As you can see, the wheels of Justice have been immediately set in motion.

Go, go.

If you don't unlock my handcuffs, I can't smoke.

- Thanks. - Smoke, smoke.

Look out!

Help!

- Get back! Get back! - Help! Help!

Rao... Rao!

He ran away!

Rao!

- Is anyone else at home? - No, I'm alone.

Take a look around.

And who are you?

Raffaele Rao.

Isn't your Mom at home?

No, she's at the hospital, waiting for me.

- With your father? - No, my father is in prison.

Your father's escaped. If you know where he is, you'd better tell us,

to save him from bigger trouble.

I don't know anything. I'm finishing packing the suitcase for my brother.

You stay there.

You come with me.

Stay here.

Where are you going?

I'm going to finish packing the suitcase.

Okay, but don't move from here, huh?

Have you really not seen your father?

I told you I haven't.

If I had seen him, do you think I would tell you?

Ah.

What are you doing?

You said I can't go outside.

- Is there a toilet, here? - Yes, it's there.

Go, then, quick!

Ouch...

Ouch!

Vanni Mascara and Mariano Fridda.

My son...

American cigs!

Swiss cigs!

American cigs!

Where's Vanni Mascara?

- Rosario! - Where is he?

At the Bulgarian Houses complex.

Just a moment.

- What is it? - Rosario has escaped.

What?!

I saw him. He's after Mascara.

Hurry, Stefano, or he'll get into bigger trouble!

Mascara!

Mascara!

Mascara!

Rosario Rao has escaped.

I'm off, then. I did what I had to do.

Goodbye.

Put it down.

Turn around. I want to look you in the face.

He was just a child.

A child!

What have you done?!

Salvatore, I'm always the first to come to work in the morning!

- No one else has shown up yet. Go and get the engineer. - Okay.

Mariano Fridda.

Mariano Fridda.

Rosario... put down that gun. You don't need it.

What you need...

What you need is a passport,

and some money to spend in Switzerland with your family.

Rosario, I had no part in it!

I had no...

Thank you, Mino.

Thank you for all you've done for me, my son.

But... now you must pull through, you know.

Understand, Mino?

Stand back!

Stand back!

Dad, where are they taking you?

Where are they taking you, Dad?

Come on, Rao, let's not waste time.

- Hold this boy back. - Dad!

- Let go of me! - Stop!

- Where are you going? - Let go of me!

Dad, where are they taking you?

Dad!

Dad!

Dad, what are they going to do to you?

Dad!

Let us through!

We'll make a statement later.

Get out of the way!

Come on, get in.

Out of the way!

English subtitles by YRR