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To our father, Nino

Don't open it, please.

Where are you taking me?

The gun...

Give it to me now.

No.

You won�t need it. We'll be protecting you.

Give it to me.

It's a memento.

It's all I have of my father's.

It'll be our secret.

THE SICILIAN GIRL based on a true story

seven years earlier

Sicily, 1985

Rita!

Have you stirred the tomato sauce?

Rita!

Where are you?

Stop yelling. It's done.

What have you done? I'll murder you!

Let me get my hands on you!

Come here!

Rita, come here!

You can't catch me!

What's going on here? Leave the kid be.

- What's going on? - Look what she did.

What did she do?

I'm learning to write.

That's a good thing. Want her to be as ignorant as us?

Come on.

Clean yourself up, we're going out.

Shame on you! Not dressed like that.

What's wrong? I told her to dress like this.

We have to do something. It's better like this.

It's our secret.

You're asking for it!

We're flying!

There are millions of stars.

Each one hides a secret. Each one has a long journey to make.

And one of them, the smallest and brightest,

is making the longest journey of all for me

to arrive in a place called infinity.

We're flying!

What happened?

They killed him.

Who is he?

My brother Nino.

They killed him!

Vito!

Vito!

Take the girl inside

and give her some cake.

- Cake or the funnel trial? - The funnel.

- Who did it? - Him again.

Bellafiore.

- Isn't this his land? - It is.

But we've worked it 30 years and now he wants us gone.

There they are.

Gosh!

We went to the cops.

- And you tell me as well? - No, Don Michele.

We did wrong because the cops

didn't do a thing.

If we don't leave this land, he'll slaughter us like dogs.

Don Michele, we're in your hands.

Do justice for us.

If your funnel falls, you lose.

Vito asked me to get engaged. I liked him.

We all knew he was the sweetest boy in the village.

Even my father said he had it in him to become someone.

He wanted to help Vito to be as important as him.

Only my mother, as usual, wanted to lock me up at home

and not let me see him.

I don't know why. But I couldn't say yes to Vito.

It's not done.

To get engaged, he had to overcome three trials of love.

What are you up to?

You're the same as ever.

She doesn't deserve any kisses.

You like this feast?

Hey, Salvo.

Hello, Michele.

- How are you? - Good.

Hello, boy s.

Hi, Carmelo.

Don Salvo...

Hi, Rita dear.

Hi, Uncle Salvo.

See you around.

Take care.

All of Balata respected my father.

He'd solve people's problems and they'd send him gifts.

They were starting to respect my brother Carmelo too.

With Uncle Salvo's,

ours was the top family in the village.

Don Michele...

Our respects.

Put the gun away.

Bellafiore, wash your mouth out before you speak to me.

Give me a second.

- What's wrong? - Come to the other church.

I didn't mean to do it.

I had my old rifle with me

and it just went off.

It was an accident.

I'm taking care of his daughter Teresa now.

A beautiful girl.

Did you see? I even brought her a new dress.

In fact, Don Michele,

if you want to make the most of her too...

She's a virgin like her mother made her.

You're getting all upset over some poor peasant.

I didn't know you as such a man of justice.

Thanks to God, justice here is still in our hands.

The wind has changed, Don Michele.

Let's work together. I have so much land.

I'll sell it

and we'll get into the real business: drugs.

That's settled, Bellafiore.

Let's join the others at mass.

Dad, I want to go and play.

- You're going to play all alone? - I'll go with Rita.

Can I trust you? Are you a boy or a man?

- A man. - A man?

Go and play.

Catch me if you can!

What are you doing?

Help!

What the hell are you doing?

Help!

Pull it. Give it a good tug.

Get the rope good and tight.

Got you!

- Will you get engaged to me now? - Now, yes.

They haven't used this method for years.

It's pretty impressive up close.

Trussing up a man like this is a message, sir.

Of course.

They take a rope and tie it behind his back,

then they bind his feet, hands and neck.

The rope is tightened

while the victim is still alive with his muscles tensed.

Slowly,

the rope strangles him...

and he ends up choking himself.

Don Michele...

Excuse me.

You're talking to me?

You were the last to speak to Bellafiore.

Speak...

He paid his respects.

I'm respected in this village.

May be you are respected, but are you respectable?

- You're new around here. - Don't worry, I'm here for a murder.

Then don't waste your time. Take this scum back to Palermo.

We only want friends around here, dead or alive.

Friends don't slaughter each other. Only rats do that.

The big rats slaughter the little rats.

Your Honour, you're so good at judging other people.

Even better than God whom we just paid tribute to.

What do you know about Sicily? The real Sicily?

The starving Sicily that isn't fed.

The thirsty Sicily without any water.

The frightened Sicily w here the State doesn't do justice.

The State that dresses you like a lord.

It's never cared about us.

Go back to your easy life in Palermo. We don't need you here.

Those cops

did nothing.

We have someone to protect us.

Where were you

when they killed my brother?

Piece of shit!

Who's a piece of shit?

Carry on. Carry on letting these "men of honour" exploit you.

We can't help you.

This is what you deserve.

Let's go.

Go, you chicken-shit cop!

What's your name?

Rita's my name. So what?

Bravo, Rita, you're on the right path.

Rita, come here!

Thank Uncle Salvo for the lovely present.

Go on, keep pedalling.

She'll soon learn.

So, are you coming to Palermo with me?

That business again.

I'm not interested.

That path leads now here.

Go on, ride!

There's no problem. I'm leaving, Michele. Goodbye.

Have a safe trip.

Be careful, Rita.

Don't dirty the dress before your communion.

What will your mother say otherwise?

Don't tell her or she'll kill me.

Don't look up.

Dad!

Someone help me!

Don't die, Dad!

Open your eyes!

Someone help me!

Someone help me!

You can't die, Dad, don't leave me!

I love you! Don't die!

Someone help me!

Help me!

- Rita... - Leave me be!

I said to leave me be!

Let me in, Rita dear.

I said I want to be alone!

What are you doing with that gun?

Let me go!

What's wrong, Rita dear?

Who do you want to kill with that?

Calm down. What's wrong?

You were fond of my father.

Help me to avenge him.

Of course he'll be avenged.

When the time comes.

Whoever did it knows that.

But calm down now.

Calm down.

From today on,

know that you have a new father.

Give me a kiss now.

Keep walking, Rita.

- What's wrong? - Nothing. Walk.

- What's wrong? - Nothing, I said.

Just go home, take that dress off and go to bed.

Don't go there again, don't talk to him.

To Uncle Salvo? He'll do us justice.

Don't call him Uncle Salvo any more.

What about revenge? You're a coward.

Uncle Salvo can't help us. Can't you see that?

He can! Uncle Salvo promised me.

You're too young to understand certain things, Rita.

You mustn't speak to him again. Forget Uncle Salvo.

Dad told me everything! Why can't you?

I can't tell you, Rita. I can't.

There's stuff I can't tell you. Uncle Salvo...

He was the one who killed Dad. Can't you see? He had him killed!

So why kiss his hand? You coward, you should kill him!

Rita, come here!

For God's sake...

Come here.

We have to be patient now.

It'll take time to get as strong as them.

If they realize we know, they'll kill us both.

Do you trust me?

We'll avenge Dad one day.

One murder followed another,

the years passed and my life was dark.

Even tomatoes tasted like blood.

Rita, where are you?

Dear Vito, sometimes

I wonder if we'll ever be happy,

just the two of us, free of my mother and your problems.

I'd love to run far away to a desert island

where there's nothing but our love.

I have a thousand projects

but as soon as I leave my room, I realize

that, because of those around me, they'll never come true.

To your right.

That's good.

Laugh. You're beautiful.

Let me catch you!

No!

Got you!

Smile, little sister.

The time has come at last.

Eat your fruit, you.

On Sunday, Don Salvo will be at the village harbour

for a drug deal.

It's time...

- Finished with the bread? - All set, Mom.

Tano is with me and Don Salvo trusts him.

Are you sure? Can you trust him?

Rita, don't worry.

I told you to eat some fruit.

I've been waiting years for this.

They're asking me to take our father's place.

Don Salvo's time is over.

At the harbour! A corpse! At the harbour!

There's a corpse at the harbour!

Carmelo!

What are you staring at?

What the fuck are you staring at?

I don't want that bastard here.

I'll kill him with my bare hands!

Quiet...

Quiet...

My love...

Lord, grant him eternal rest.

May your glorious light shine. Rest in peace, Amen.

What are you doing here?

You don't even respect death!

The prosecutor has issued a search warrant.

Where's your son's room?

You make me sick!

Hey, Vito...

Don Salvo, I don't know w hat to do with Rita any more.

She won�t calm down.

She roams around the house, talking like a madwoman.

She's sworn to get revenge at any cost.

I felt I had to warn you.

May be you should be careful.

I told you about Rita because I love that mad girl.

All the more reason to stay close

and keep an eye on her.

Before she gets into trouble like her father and her brother.

I'm fond of the girl too.

Vito, my boy, you're a good kid.

You'll go a long way with me.

God bless you, Don Salvo.

Tell young Rita

that Sergeant Campisi's lack of respect at the wake

is something we'll take care of.

Shit village...

I have to get away from here.

Bastard!

Palermo Central court

Prosecutor, I need to talk to you.

What, Bruni?

Mancuso, Rita, born in 1974,

daughter of Michele, sister of Carmelo, both murdered.

The records say you first met

on October 23, 1985, in the village of Balata,

at the Bellafiore murder.

Yes, I remember.

Don Michele's daughter. A little girl.

She's a young woman now.

Of course. What does she want?

To talk to you.

You see her.

She'll talk only to you.

This is a bad time. Come back tomorrow morning.

No, I have to talk to you now.

Sit down then.

Did you skip school to come here?

None of your business.

This is a good start.

What do you want? I have no time to waste.

I tell you who killed my father and brother.

And you have to arrest them.

I type?

Just a second.

You're asking the Law to help you do justice?

No, I'm offering you help.

True justice would be to crush the bastards' hearts.

If I understand rightly, we have to do all we can

to help you with your personal vendetta?

Yes.

Know where I was just now?

Saying farewell to Campisi, a man like a brother to me,

whom your mafia friends slaughtered like a dog!

You told my father rats like us don't respect death!

What about you?

You came and dishonoured my brother's body

before he was cold!

That shit Campisi got what he deserved!

Get out! Go back to those like you!

Miss!

Come back, please!

Fuck off!

I can walk on my own.

I lost my cool. I apologize.

Apology accepted.

What have you written in this?

Can't you read? Stuff...

Stuff...

Stuff that we'll need to verify.

A cross-check.

Do you understand?

We'll take one of these elements and see if you made it up.

I don't write crap.

Here it is! I've found it!

Who was the traitor?

Who ratted to the cops?

I don't get it, Don Salvo.

At the last meeting of the clans, everybody was there.

And everyone agreed on how to divide up the drug trade.

Excuse me, Don Salvo...

May be I have an idea.

A few days ago, Rita went to Palermo, saying she had some exams to do.

She saw the prosecutor.

The chief prosecutor.

I appreciate your loyalty, Vito.

But since this matter is close to you,

you have to solve it for me.

The good way... or the bad.

Vito, you scared me.

I hoped you'd come.

Vito, what's wrong?

What is it?

They know everything.

What the hell did you tell the prosecutor?

I told him w hat I needed to tell him.

Brilliant. Now Don Salvo is furious.

So?

They sent me to stop you.

Tell them I can't stop now.

You don't understand. They said to stop you, good way or bad.

Don't you see? They told me to kill you.

- You have to leave right away. - Come with me.

Where the hell could I go? This is my home.

Hurry, go.

Get away.

Is that agreed?

Rita, is that you?

I didn't expect this so soon.

Calm down, Rita.

You have to leave now. Get away as fast as you can.

Don't take anything with you.

Cut across the fields to the Palermo road.

I'll send someone.

I have to say goodbye to my father and my brother!

I'm doing all this for them!

What are you doing?

I have to leave.

It's all true then.

You're not leaving.

Shame on you. You disgust me!

I'm doing it for our family!

I'm your family now! I'm your family.

I'm your mother and you're staying.

You stay here with me.

They want to kill me. I have to go.

You're dead flesh. You're dead flesh now, even for me.

No!

Not this time! I won�t let them!

You poor fool.

You poor fool.

It's always been this way.

No one can stop them.

You poor, mad fool.

You're mad.

Mad!

I have to go, Mum.

Will you give me a kiss?

Bruni, find a way to get there fast. It's two hours from here.

Can you finish talking to your daughter?

I'm sorry. I have my worries too.

She isn't home or in the village.

- We looked everywhere. - No one has seen her.

I told you, Don Salvo.

They said she left before it got dark.

She's probably left Sicily by now.

Don Salvo...

The cemetery janitor.

Come on.

They're colleagues.

Aren't you coming?

Miss,

you are now part of the Witness Protection Programme.

Please sign here.

These are your key s, with your address and new name:

Silvia Bonura.

I don't like Silvia.

That's how it is.

This is money for the first week.

Only go out to buy food.

Don't talk to the neighbours or the janitor.

Keep the door locked and don't open it to strangers,

even if they say there's a fire.

And give me your old identity card.

Your identity card.

This is your new past. Learn it.

Goodbye.

We're going now.

Goodbye.

I'm Silvia, Silvia Bonura.

My parents have a shoe shop.

My parents have a shoe shop.

My parents have a shoe shop.

They're shopkeepers.

Shopkeepers...

I'm Silvia Bonura. My parents are shopkeepers.

They have shoe shop in Rome.

I had a happy childhood.

I can consider myself lucky.

We thought you couldn't have brought much with you.

Here you go: clothes.

Come in.

Who bought this stuff?

I did. I bought it.

I thought it was good stuff. Designer labels, trendy...

I thought instead of all this black,

some colour would suit your complexion.

I have to wear this tacky stuff?

I never bought for a woman before.

Sure, who'd go out with a cop like you?

It's not a problem.

I'll go and change them.

Don't leave me alone.

I'll be right back.

All black then?

She's ok. Let's check the other one.

Rome, November 12, 1991.

I'm writing this diary again because you can't be too careful.

I'm sure that I won�t live long.

I'll be killed by those I accuse during the trial

or if fate chooses.

- What do you want? - Sorry.

I didn't mean to scare you.

So why are you following me?

Well, I'm kind of shy.

I think you're cute.

That's a good reason, right?

No.

Okay, you're right.

- I'll go. - No. Wait.

Silvia.

I'm Lorenzo.

- You're not from here. - No, I'm from Sicily.

I knew it. Only a Sicilian dresses in black like that.

How come you're in Rome?

I ran away from home.

I'm sorry. Problems with your parents?

Yes.

I'm from a noble family.

My father's a Sicilian count

but he wants me to marry an ugly old man.

So I ran away .

Wow! So that makes you a countess?

Sir!

Sir, this is totally incredible.

We've been denounced.

Denounced?

Yes, sir. For sequestering a minor.

Rita is 17 and a half. We aren't allowed to hold her here.

Her mother is pressing charges.

Excellent!

They pull a fast one on us and you're happy?

I'm delighted! Don't you realize?

This confirms Rita isn't some hysteric.

The untouchable Don Salvo is shit scared.

But she's still a minor.

- Says who? - Her papers.

- And who issues the papers? - The State.

So who are we?

You'd forge an official document?

Rome Secret office

Here we are, sir. I've found the match.

You've found it?

This is it.

It's crazy! Crazy!

Without knowing it, she's been a mole for 7 years.

Only she can help us link all these crimes.

If we show these bloodthirsty peasants

all belong to the same criminal organization

and we build up one huge case,

then we can stop them.

May be.

Come in.

No hello?

You treat me like piece of luggage.

I hoped you'd be glad to see me.

Happy?

Rita or Silvia?

Then sit down both of you. But there's only one chair.

I have a question.

Why did you write all this about the villagers

over all this time?

My brother.

He said that if we wanted to avenge my father,

we had to be strong.

We had to wait.

I started looking at the villagers with different eyes.

I tried to understand how the strongest men earned respect.

Where they got money, the alliances...

Don Salvo, Tano...

And I started writing all this.

There are photos too.

That's my fianc�.

A secret meeting between the mayor of Balata and Don Salvo...

There's even a date.

October 2, 1991.

Just before the regional tender.

A tender worth billions. It all fits together.

I don't know what you mean.

Don't worry. You've done good work.

Your Vito is a handsome boy.

- Is he in Don Salvo's clan? - No.

Don Salvo is a killer.

Vito is good. He loves me.

He saved my life!

The distinction isn't between good people and bad.

It's between law-abiding people and crooks!

Like Don Salvo, your Vito...

Or your father and your brother.

My father was a man of justice!

Yours is a shit justice.

My "shit" justice doesn't punish the least mistake with death.

Your father was a killer.

You don't get it?

My father was the best man on earth.

He helped the whole village.

You say this because he isn't here.

He'd show you what a real man is!

The mafia's in your blood, you won�t change.

It's no use.

You're right!

My name is Rita Mancuso.

I was born on August 12, 1974, in Balata, Sicily.

I'm a student. I'm 17 years old.

My father was Don Michele Mancuso

and my brother Carmelo Mancuso,

men of honour in the same clan,

killed in 1985 and 1991,

betrayed by the men of our own clan.

I'm here to tell you all I know about Don Salvo Rimi.

Rome, 31 December, 1991.

Dear Vito, I always think of you.

I can't tell you where I am. I'm like a prisoner.

Will this be my life?

I don't know who I am any more.

They've given me another name. I'm not Rita any more.

Who knows if we'll ever go swimming together again.

I write to my mother but she doesn't reply.

Tell her I'd like to see her.

She can arrange it with the Palermo prosecutor.

Tell her to write because I miss her.

In the mid-eighties, in '84 or '85,

Don Salvo wanted to shift the clan's activity to the drug trade.

My father was against it.

The other Sicilian clans w ere getting into this rich business.

Then Don Salvo decided to take power in all of Sicily,

forcing the other mafia clans to accept his power.

What happened if certain clans refused?

If they refused?

He killed them!

He has killed hundreds of people in Sicily.

The famous mafia war of the 80s, as they called it on TV.

That's how Don Salvo took over.

No one will ever understand the void inside me.

This bottomless void that everyone has slowly increased.

I used to think that time could cure all wounds but no.

It just makes them deeper until they slowly kill you.

- Freeze! - Police!

Freeze!

Move it!

Tano Rizzuto and Ciccio Malacarne took part in Tanuzzo's murder.

During the mafia war, Don Salvo ordered

the killings of Peppino Masi, Salvo Tirollo and Nino Tagliavia.

Freeze!

Beneath him, you find Tano Pizzuto and Peppe Lario.

Who the hell are you?

Piece of shit!

I'll kill you all! Bastards!

You're making a big mistake.

Move it.

Even the mayor of Balata w as involved,

Antonio Sanguedolce.

I've been may or 10 years! It's an outrage!

We open tonight with news from Palermo.

Major anti-mafia sweep in Sicily.

25 people have been arrested,

including the mayor of Balata, Antonio Sanguedolce,

and Don Salvo Rimi, boss of the Balata mafia

and a top boss of Cosa Nostra.

The operation was launched after the testimony of a new witness

w hose identity is being kept secret for now.

Take me to the sea?

The sea?

It's cold, it's a long way.

I knew you were a wimp.

No, no, okay...

Don't go.

I'll take you to the sea.

And drive fast!

Know what's wrong?

It's ancient, ten years old. It was my brother's.

It breaks down on long trips.

I could have taken you to the Vatican no problem.

But as long as you like it.

- Do you like it? - It's beautiful.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You're crazy...

She's out of her mind...

Don't go in!

- You're crazy! - Wimp!

Who's a wimp?

Palermo Chief prosecutor's office

Sir...

We've intercepted a phone call.

Could you leave us, please?

Everything okay?

Since they've arrested every one, we'll kill the cops.

We've set up everything as Don Salvo asked from prison.

- How big is it? - 300 kilos.

For the prosecutor and the bitch.

A great big blast for San Giuseppe.

Do we set up everything?

Don't tell anyone. Finish the security. We watch Rita day and night.

We're running out of time.

Rome - Secure Room Central Court

Sir...

Never move without your escort.

Don't screw up again.

It's no vacation! The arrests are just the beginning.

Think you're my mother now?

Didn't you talk about freedom?

Not the freedom to screw up!

You choose freedom

and assume responsibility for it.

For the trial, I need a full picture.

Come on.

We need to talk seriously about your father.

Sit down.

Again? Wasn't everything clear?

The photos.

Our information shows your father was respected.

A peacemaker.

He settled problems with a handshake rather than a gun,

whenever he could.

Unfortunately for him, the old-sty le mafia of men of honour

w as finished.

Easy money had come along

and the clans were fighting for the drug trade.

My father was against drugs.

We know. He was killed for that.

He was outside that crap.

Or maybe he was trying to keep you outside it.

What do you mean?

You were a child.

He wanted you to believe in fairy tales.

Think hard. Perhaps you'll remember something.

On the day of the procession, say,

w hen Bellafiore approached him.

I don't want to see these!

Don't refuse facts or they'll present you as a compulsive liar

getting back at her father's enemies!

The defence will make mincemeat of you!

And Don Salvo will return home, a free man, victorious!

Enough.

You'll shortly meet someone w ho has agreed to see you.

Go and get some rest, Bruni. Good night.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Tell us. Where is she?

You piece of shit cop!

I don't know.

I don't know where she is!

Tell us

or I'll kill you!

Tell us where she is!

Go to trial and these will be for you.

Don't bother hiding it.

I read it.

What now? After Bruni,

w hen's your turn?

Stop it, I've doubled my escort. There's nothing to fear.

I know where you hide your fear.

Paola?

She's at my mother's.

I chose this life, she didn't.

She's only 17.

What do you plan to do?

Honey...

You know I'm no fanatic.

I'm not invested with some divine mission.

I don't hope to rid the world of the mafia.

I'm just preparing a case I've been working on for years.

Should I drop everything now? Give up?

Do you know w hat our dear neighbours are up to?

They've started a petition

to force us to leave the building.

They're scared.

New attack on the State

Rome Ladispoli shore

Every day, they show me photos, documents, evidence...

I tell myself they're all false.

But I remember things now and then.

Things when I was little, with Dad.

Things that back then...

I didn't understand.

Of course.

A man comes home...

with his shirt covered with the blood and brains

of the man he just shot in the back.

But little Rita mustn't understand, she mustn't know.

Daddy's little darling...

And your brother?

Who hid drug shipments around the house.

He was worried about little Rita too.

You poor fool, still thinking they're saints...

But how could you?

What else could I do? Nothing.

You could!

Look at me. I'm free!

You call this free?

Can't you see you're hiding like some rat in a hole?

You see these cops?

As soon as they've finished with you, they'll abandon you.

I was right not to want to have you. I sensed it.

I wanted to get an abortion.

Your father stopped me.

If you're here, if you were born, you owe that to him.

And now you're soiling his name in public.

He'll be pleased with his little darling.

Palermo - Anti-mafia maximum security court

- My respects. - Good morning.

They have all the big shots.

They'll provoke you but stay calm.

You've prepared a perfect case.

But we're asking a terrible thing of this girl:

to admit in public her father and brother were killers.

If she cracks, we've had it.

Let's keep our fingers crossed.

I'm counting on you, prosecutor.

I'll follow the hearing from the office.

Let's show the mafiosi the shining light we have inside.

We must blind them, dazzle them.

Please rise.

At the state prosecutor's request,

the hearings will take place in camera to protect

the prosecution's witness.

Our witness is Rita Mancuso, Your Honour.

Show the witness in.

All right, leave her.

You slut!

You'll die the same way your father did.

Miss...

The witness may be seated.

So, you are Rita Mancuso, aged 18, born in Balata...

No, Your Honour. The defence has an objection.

Go ahead.

This is a forgery.

The witness isn't 18, she's 17,

as shown by the complaint filed by her mother,

the sole parental authority.

A complaint for sequestering a minor. She's only 17 years old!

A complaint isn't evidence.

Going by the documents in my possession,

the witness is over age.

But, Your Honour...

Counsel, the defence is free to file

a proper complaint for forgery

but that has no effect on the current proceedings.

Our witness's diaries correlate perfectly

with the facts as they occurred.

We therefore request that the diaries kept over the years

be admitted as evidence.

Objection!

For heaven's sake, Your Honour,

have you seen the dates in these diaries?

She was barely 12 when she started them.

We're dealing with the fantasies

of a disturbed adolescent!

Do you really want to judge

and perhaps sentence to life imprisonment,

in the name of the Italian people,

family men?

Honest men?

Based on what?

On the fantastical ravings

of some fixated young girl?

We have matches for all these "ravings".

Madam, we have dozens of accounts

proving that your witness is a compulsive liar,

a girl thirsting for revenge and eager to do justice.

We'll hear those accounts.

Indeed, we shall.

I recall, Your Honour,

on the day of Vito Bellafiore's murder,

Don Michele Mancuso abused me sexually.

And he did that more than once.

Your Honour, this is irrelevant!

It concerns your witness's reliability.

Go on.

That was after promising over my father's body,

and in front of his daughter here, to protect us.

Lies. Nothing but lies!

That wretched man always lied to me,

to his wife who knew every thing

and to his daughter w ho's as compulsive a liar as he was.

Shame on them all!

You're a whore!

Silence!

- I'll kill you! - Miss...

Don't interrupt like that!

And don't use such language in this court!

This hearing is suspended for an hour.

As for you, Prosecutor Parsi,

let's try to see if this trial should really take place.

You need more reliable evidence.

They're winning, right?

I'm disappointing you.

I can't stand it.

I can't stand hearing that about my father.

We've asked too much of you.

We've gone too far.

I've already asked Parsi and the judge to withdraw you from the trial.

We'll stop everything. Nothing will happen to you.

I understand.

You have the right to forget

and lead a normal life like any girl your age.

I apologize, Your Honour. I'd like to add something.

Go ahead.

It's true

that a diary can contain imaginary things,

as these lawyers say.

But a gun

can only contain bullets.

This was my father's gun

and my brother's too.

I know that you have a way of showing

that the bullets fired from this gun

have killed people.

I realize

that my father and brother

w ere no better than these killers.

It's true,

I came here

to get revenge

but now I'm asking for justice.

I know now it's not the same thing.

Tell me...

That first time you came to see me,

why would you only speak to me?

Because when you stood up to my father that time,

face to face,

I told myself,

"This cop is a shit like the others

"but, gosh, he sure has guts."

Gosh, I'm going to be late.

I'll see you at the next hearing.

I have to see my daughter.

Did I say I have a daughter your age?

No.

You know all about me.

- I don't know a thing about you. - I don't keep a diary.

What's your daughter like?

She's angry.

Very angry.

See you tomorrow.

Rome Eastern suburbs

Why a new place?

Because it's safer. This area's quieter.

There's no doorman.

It was the prosecutor's decision. The last thing he asked me.

And this place is nicer.

There's more light, and a terrace too.

There are plants out there. You can garden a bit if you want.

It'll help pass time.

The keys with your new name. From today on, you're Elena.

Elena...

With the prosecutor dead, no one can understand

the emptiness inside me.

Everyone is afraid. All that I'm afraid of

is that the mafia will win.

And that the poor fools fighting the windmills will be killed.

Hello, madam, this is Silvia. Is Lorenzo there?

Don't worry, madam.

I wanted to have a word with your son, that's all.

I won�t try to see him again, I promise.

Mum...

Mum!

Hello, is that you?

Vito?

Rita!

I shouldn't have called you.

You shouldn't know where I am.

But I love you.

Me too.

Vito...

You're the only one I have left.

You're the only person I can trust.

I owe you my life.

I've come here tonight

to save you again.

What do you mean?

That I love you.

I really love you. And I don't want you to die.

They'll find you sooner or later.

Now that shit prosecutor isn't around to protect you,

they'll find you and kill you.

What could you do to save me again?

I can do more than save you.

I'll take you back home as my wife, my love.

I'll make you a rich and respectable woman,

like a real lady.

A pretty fairy tale.

What do I have to do to make it come true?

It's simple.

At the next hearing, retract everything.

Tell them your dairies w ere a little girl's fantasies,

nothing but bullshit.

And that the prosecutor w as the one who urged you on.

I see...

That way, the case comes to nothing

and every one goes home.

Who's to say that nothing nasty will happen to me?

Don Salvo in person.

I have his word.

What happens if I say no?

Are your friends downstairs, ready to kill me?

Or will you do it yourself?

What are you saying, my love?

Don't you understand? I don't want you to die.

I love you.

Sure.

Neither does Don Salvo.

Because...

if I die, the evidence will stand,

the trial goes on and he gets life imprisonment.

You know something?

This time, the mafia loses.

This time, I win, my love.

Rita wins.

Crazy Rita, Rita the bitch,

the fixated little girl.

Where are you going?

Rita!

What are you doing? Get down!

To Rita Atria and Prosecutor Paolo Borsellino

who laid down their lives in the fight against the mafia.

- Got nothing better to do? - No.

- I just want a close-up. - No thanks.

I'm not good-looking enough.

Maybe an honest world will never exist.

But what's to stop us from dreaming?

If each one of us tries to change,

maybe then we'll succeed.

Rita Atria.

WITH ALL OUR AFFECTION

RITA IS WITH US

ENOUGH MAFIA, WE WANT TO LIVE

BORSELLINO & FALCONE THEIR IDEAS LIVE ON WITH US

WE'LL NEVER FORGET YOU

Rita Atria committed suicide on July 26, 1992,

a week after Paolo Borsellino died.

The extracts are taken from Rita Atria's original diaries,

admitted as evidence at the trial.

Most of the mafiosi accused by her received lengthy prison sentences.

The mayor was cleared of all charges and reelected a few years later.

THE SICILIAN GIRL