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Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
Investigations, questioning, searches and checks
make up the work of the investigators
and the police working on the inquiry into Aldo Moro's kidnapping
and the murder of his five bodyguards.
Information from witnesses appears to consolidate
the evidence against three or four of the seven people involved.
According to witnesses,
one of the people involved in the deadly ambush was a woman.
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What time is it?
Christ, it's late!
As if that was a problem.
Okay, but I've been damn lucky tonight.
I deserved it, it's only right.
-How much did you win? -Around one million, eight.
-Damn lucky. -Yes, but it's small change.
I'll take you to a decent gambling den next time.
I don't go to those places, Daytona, they're full of shady characters.
Shady characters… just the place for us.
Anyway, you know how we should round off
this fortunate evening with a flourish?
-No, how? -A hot chick, or mineral water.
That one over there.
She's a hot chick with a lot of appeal.
How much is she worth?
A leg, if she were willing.
-Two, and she will be. -Two! Fuck, two legs!
-150 for her, 50 for me. -You're such a shit!
Why? It's six in the morning,
you're ugly, old, drunk and she's a decent girl.
And don't be tight, you've just won 1,800,000 lire.
-Do you want to go with her or not? -First of all, I'm not ugly.
But go on, I want to see what you're capable of, go on.
-Time me. -I'll time you.
Excuse me, miss, do you have a light?
-Thanks. -You're welcome.
Tell me something… Can we use first names?
-I'd prefer to. -What is your name?
-Carla. -Do you work here?
I'm a cleaner.
If you call that work, then yes, I work here.
How much do they pay you in this shithole?
180.
Would you like to earn 150 in…
two hours, if that?
With whom?
He has a beautiful watch.
Your friend might have a beautiful watch, but from here
he's hardly Paul Newman.
If he were Paul Newman, I wouldn't be talking to you.
You know what?
I'd go with you for free.
-Leave me out of it. -Why?
Don't you fancy me or don't you fancy women?
I'm a go-between, Carla, I'm working. What do you say?
Okay.
The car's over there.
How long?
How long did it take me?
Not long.
Fuck!
Give the rest to her before she changes her mind.
And clean yourself up, she's a decent girl.
-Where did I park my car? -Over there, hurry!
Go on!
-Hi, Bravo. -Guys!
Be gentle, she's new.
-The girls left this for you. -Bye, Bravo!
Good night.
You disappeared. Coffee?
-Listen, have you seen Laura? -No, that's for sure.
Take that look off your face, you can't refuse a coffee in company.
What do you know about the look on my face?
I just know, I can tell.
You can? Turn the music off, I've a headache. I'll wait in there.
Ungrateful bastard! I'll make a crap one to teach you!
-Blah-blah-blah. -Did you hear me?
Yes, I wish you'd become dumb too.
-Good night. -Night.
Let's start with an easy one as you haven't slept.
-I'll help you out. Okay? -Shoot!
Fruitless day, two plus three equals five. Go on!
Divan.
-Divan. -Yeah.
That was too easy, you offend me.
Et voila, Carmencita! Help yourself.
Listen, I hear on Sunday, at Michele's Bar, near the church,
someone won 490 million lire on the football pools,
and I bet you know who it is.
-I've a few clues. -Clues! You know I like riddles.
It's a guy who's done the pools at that bar all his life.
Two days later he had the brilliant idea of driving up… You know how?
-No. -In a brand new 128 Sport.
-No! -Know what color he chose?
-Blue. -No! Red.
-Red! -Red.
What an asshole.
You see, Bravo, when something happens to change your life,
it's very hard to hide it.
Good night, I'm going to get some sleep.
-It could be a good opportunity, eh? -What for?
To do what you had in mind to do.
-You're a man of your word. -Meaning?
-Your coffee really sucks! -Fuck you!
Good night!
Communication 2 from the Red Brigades
announced the interrogation of Aldo Moro had begun.
He is to be judged by a people's tribunal.
This is the statement of the Italian President, Giovanni Leone.
Aldo Moro's kidnapping and the brutal murder of his police escort
is a devastating event.
Even in the grips of anguish and dismay,
the country must keep its calm, particularly at this dramatic moment.
The state must respond…
-Operator, how many I help you? -Code 1-1-8-2.
-6-7-8-5-9: no name. -Thank you.
-Hello? -I was told to call this number.
-Yes, you must be Bravo. -So they say.
A mutual friend assured me of your discretion
-and the quality of your goods. -What can I do for you?
I'd like to meet one of your collaborators.
Have you any preference?
They spoke very highly of a girl called Laura.
As an incentive, I can tell you money is no issue.
Excellent! Where and when?
I'm at the Hotel Gallia, Room 605.
-Tomorrow at one. -Perfect. Tomorrow then.
Come on, Laura, pick up.
Tulipano, I'd take a look at my brakes if I were you…
I want you to leave her alone. Have you got that?
Where the fuck are you going?
Where the fuck are you running off to, you shit?
Where are you going?
You have to be "bravo".
Because if you're "good"…
that means I'll be good too.
I'd go with you for free.
-Hello? -Laura, it's me.
I'm in deep shit, I went with Tulipano.
-What happened? -He's a madman.
He wants me to wait home for him and do what he says.
When I refused, he hit me.
-Did he leave a bruise? -No, but it fucking hurt!
I can imagine. Listen I have a job for you, do you feel up to it?
No, he'd best not see me out or he'll kill me.
Believe me, he's crazy. You should have seen his eyes.
I've seen them. Don't worry, I've got everything under control.
I'll see you tonight at the Ascot, as usual.
…the last match of the season.
While they have still haven't identified the winner
of the football pools who took away 490 million lire,
people in the neighbourhood are making all kinds of guesses.
-Hello? -Hey, did I wake you?
No.
Listen, I need to call in that favour you owe me.
-Fuck! Today? -Yes, today.
I'm here. Well?
You said you run errands for Tano Casale now and then, right?
-Yes, why? -I need to talk to him.
It takes more than a phone call to organize something like that.
-Do you have enough phone tokens? -Yeah, yeah.
Slippery stables floor. 5, 6, 5. Go!
How do you find me in the middle of all this din?
I'm blind, not dead.
I'm playing at Byblos on Saturday, see you there?
-Yeah, see you there. -Are you okay?
Wow, what happened to your face?
-Nice to meet you. Giorgio. -I'm Bravo.
Ah "bravo"! That's modest of you!
Forgive me, I'm on now.
-I'll see you later, eh? -Yes, of course.
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, let's have a round of applause!
-What happened to you? -Nothing, don't worry.
Listen, I'll do something for you and you do something for me.
-Are you listening? -Yes.
I'm meeting someone to solve this matter with Tulipano.
But you have an appointment tonight at Hotel Gallia, Room 605, at one,
with a very elegant and polite gentleman,
who, if he likes you, will pay you a million lire.
-Tell me you've got that. -Yes, I've got it.
This evening, Hotel Gallia, Room 205.
-605. -605, at one o'clock.
-You have to be sensational. -I always am.
Screw the jester whenever you want, but from tomorrow.
You look beautiful.
Wouldn't you like to be there without your wife busting your balls?
I say that with all due respect!
"Where the donkey falls."
-Tano's expecting us. -Join me in five minutes.
Good evening, Bravo.
What can I do for our mutual friend?
-I need three girls. -When?
The day after tomorrow, at midday.
They'll be picked up like last time.
They'll have to stay all night and be totally at our disposal.
I reckon three million a head will do it.
Absolutely.
I need Cindy, Barbara and Laura.
Your boss won't be disappointed.
Who was that?
He works for a guy who had best remain nameless.
Let's go.
People are increasingly curious as to the identity of the lucky person
who guessed all 13 results of the last football league gameday.
Have you ever thought what you might do with such a sum?
About how your life would change if you won…
490 million lire? They'll never catch him now.
He's right to evade them, he's right to.
What would you do with 490 million?
The truth?
I'd get as far away from here as possible.
Talking about money, you know that girl,
that cute chick we picked up outside the Ascot?
-We? -Yes, we!
She had a fantastic figure, amazing tits…
all those hands… an arse that spoke to you… Jeez!
I won't be offended if you want a ride too, you know.
She told me if I want to see her again, I'd have to pay her more.
This absence of romanticism really makes me puke.
Listen… look…
I'll give you her number.
Call her, call her, take this dickhead's advice.
Hi, Tano.
Blondie.
This is Bravo. The guy I told you about over the phone.
Nice to meet you, I'm Bravo.
-That's a fucking silly name. -It's a label more than a name.
Good answer! Bravo!
I've heard good things about you.
I've heard you've got your own little racket,
that you know how to move, and most of all, you know when to stop.
Have a seat.
Daytona tells me you've something to ask me, a deal, I think.
-It's more of an exchange. -I'm listening.
Daytona, take a walk. Get some chips, they're on the house tonight.
I'll go then, eh?
Right.
Are they staying here?
Let's say they are part of the furnishings.
All right.
Well, I imagine with all this money coming in,
the hardest thing is knowing what to do with it.
You always know what to do with money.
That's sacrosanct! But why not make your life easier?
I'll cut it short: I know the guy who won 490 million on the football pools
and he'd happily sell the coupon for ten million more.
-I don't earn a cent. -Carry on.
Well, without wishing to offend you, I think it's rather simple.
I mean you could cash in a considerable sum
and you can spend it in the light of day.
Just one thing puzzles me. You said you won't get a cent.
-What do you fucking get out of it? -Just peace of mind in my job.
I'm not with you.
I have a problem with one of my girls and one of your men.
Fucking pimp! What the fuck are you saying?
Salvatore, leave him alone. Leave him alone.
Please, sit down.
Even if I think there's no need to name anyone now,
I'm talking about Laura, and this brute here
thinks she's his slave, but that's not…
Laura's a whore and you make money from her pussy.
True, but she's free to go with who she wants
and she's the one who decides.
-I'll have your hands cut off. -Do it yourself!
-That's enough! -"I'll have…"
-Enough, both of you! -Forgive me.
Tulipano, check everything's okay out there.
Is this girl worth all this money to you?
Yes.
Okay. I'll give you my word of honor that
neither Tulipano nor any other of my men…
will bother your girl.
Thank you.
But give me a couple of days to get the money together,
then I'll have someone who will shadow you
-until the deal is concluded. -I see.
-This is the number of my pager. -There's no need.
If I need you, I'll look for you.
And I'll find you.
Listen, Bravo, do you mind if I stay and play some more?
This place is real cool, and I feel it's my lucky night.
Don't worry, I'll get a taxi.
-Is this free? -Thanks, Bravo.
Don't gamble your car, I won't pick you up.
You're a friend.
To the Ascot.
-It's here, thanks. Keep the change. -Thank you.
Well done, Laura.
Hey, pimp! What do you reckon then?
Do I have the guts to sort out shits like you?
Come here.
Can you see that car?
Start walking.
I have a deal with your boss now this prank will ruin it.
No! It won't ruin a fucking thing!
Give me the name and address of the guy who won the pools,
I take the coupon, take it to Tano and it's all sorted.
There's a shovel in here, take it out.
You know what I want you to do with it.
There, come on, start digging.
Go on!
Will you give me name and address now or will--
You do know this makes no sense?
If you kill me anyway, I'll give you any name.
That's because you are smart and I'm stupid!
-Go on, give me the wrong name. -Yes, I will.
Of course…
What's the name of that blind musician friend of yours?
Lucio! I'll gouge his eyes out with a spoon.
I'll put that Laura whore face down in the mud
and let eight gypsies rape her!
And I'll make that dickhead Daytona snort rat poison!
Are you going to give me that fucking name?
Hi! I've been waiting for you, I've just finished working.
-What happened to you? -Nothing, I fell down the stairs.
-Can I help? -No. What do you want?
Listen, I want to come and work for you.
I'm fed-up of the shitty life I lead,
breaking my back, and having to screw my boss
just to keep my job, or with the landlord to pay the rent.
I'm fed-up, damn it!
I want to work with you and earn a ton of money, okay?
Can you drive?
Drive me home.
I'm sorry.
About what?
Fuck, for undressing you, I wasn't to know…
Do you want coffee?
Do you want to talk about it?
No.
I don't even know your name, you know.
-My name's Bravo. -That's a strange name.
But everyone calls me that.
Are you still convinced about what you said this morning?
Yes.
You can always change your mind
but there's a risk of creating unpleasant memories.
Then why do you do what you do?
Quite simply, for money.
What's that?
Has it got something to do with the money you need?
Who told you I need money?
No one.
It's just that I don't understand why…
you don't look like a guy from the suburbs.
-I don't? -No.
You have a polite, almost elegant manner.
You have a nice house, books on the shelves.
That is… you don't seem to be what you are.
Whereas I am exactly what I seem.
-Sugar? -No, thanks.
Right, so this is how it works.
The men who contact me are scared and don't have much time.
I'm the one who stops them being scared and I offer them time.
Easy.
Can I have a shower?
Sure, the bathroom's down there.
Code 1-1-8-2.
Good morning. Please call Hotel Gallia on 54398.
-No name provided. -Thank you.
-Hello? -This is Bravo.
-I thought you were reliable. -Can you tell me what happened?
I can tell you what didn't happen. She didn't show up.
-I apologise on her behalf. -Fine, but I'm done with you.
I see.
Bravo, it's Laura. Call me, please.
Like fuck I'll call you, you bitch!
Will you swear at me too when I leave a message?
-Sorry, but you have to go now. -What do you have to do?
I'm busy, we'll talk later.
Let's talk now, right?
I don't think being a whore is an easy decision.
I'm just saying that…
you won't get rid of me that easily.
It's that any future is better than this present.
-Have you heard of Byblos? -Yes, why?
A friend of mine is playing there tonight.
Go to the hairdresser's, buy a new dress. I'll see you there at 9:00 p.m.
At 9:00 p.m.
-Hello. -Hello.
-Tell me. -Bravo, I need to see you.
-I can't, I'm busy. -What are you talking about?
You made me look bad!
Please…
I'll see you in an hour at the usual place.
-Morning, Rino. Your brother? -Cheerful, eh?
Maestro, I need one of your masterpieces.
FOOTBALL POOLS
As soon as possible.
Can that be done?
It can be done.
Where are these fucking tickets?
If you've lost them, I'm not paying for them.
-I wouldn't lose the tickets. -Of course not.
Let's try and retrace my movements.
-You called me at… -Two o'clock, half-past.
And I came downstairs… downstairs.
I said hi to the lady greengrocer's pears,
then I got in my car and drove to Niguarda.
Why did you go to Niguarda?
Because my cousin, that asshole
of my cousin has opened a travel agency in Niguarda.
But who goes on holiday from Niguarda?
Okay… then what did I do…
I went inside, I went inside…
-I got him to give me a discount… -Thanks.
I took the tickets and went to the bar.
-No! -Yes.
But why?
Because, because… to buy a couple of beers,
to share… and then I said to myself I'll put…
I'll put the two beers near the tickets so it's easier to find them.
So, here are the tickets and here… here they are.
Put them in a drawer next time, they'll be easier to find.
Tell me something… why, why two tickets?
Eh? First class, and who with?
You're turning into a busybody in your old age.
You're turning into a busybody.
Thanks. See you at Byblos tonight.
-Bravo! -Yeah?
Be careful, Bravo.
Of what?
Of Tano…
Did you see what…
happened to Tulipano?
I saw. Are you okay?
Did you see the 1:00 pm news?
-Should I have? -Yes, you should have.
Tulipano was found dead, near a quarry.
He was shot. Do you know anything about it?
-Do you think I shot him? -What am I supposed to think?
You said you'd see to him and today he was found dead. Strange, eh?
Are you crazy? I told you I had an agreement
with someone important enough to stop him bothering you.
Am I the type to shoot people?
No, no.
Good.
-But put yourself in my shoes. -Okay, I'll do that.
You saw the one o'clock news,
you told me you'd go to the hotel last night,
so I don't see what it's got to do with Tulipano.
Bravo, I'm 26 and I'm a whore.
-Stop that! -No, I won't stop it.
Call it whatever you want but it doesn't change anything.
I am and always will be a whore.
And as time goes by, I'll just be an old whore.
All right, please yourself.
You're not angry with me?
You try and be happy with the cabaret artist,
because this is about him, right?
Are you waiting for someone?
-Have you seen Daytona? -No.
I'm even later than you, but I told Cindy and Barbara to join us.
I wanted to introduce them.
-Do they work for you? -They work with me.
They've an important party tomorrow, so I thought
if you haven't changed your mind, you can join them.
Tomorrow?
Tomorrow, yes.
I know it's not polite to mention money, but you'll make two million.
Fuck!
They're important people.
You've probably seen many of them on TV,
but treat them as perfect strangers.
-Hi, Bravo. -Here they are.
-Have a seat, ladies. -Hi.
-Cindy, Barbara, Carla. -Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
Is Laura not coming?
Laura's not here tonight, but Carla is
and it appears she'll be working with us.
-What can I bring you? -They can have what they want
but bring me a bottle of champagne and a rare steak.
Forgive me, I need to nip out a minute.
I paid you last week.
That's not why I'm here.
-We have to do something together. -What?
You know what. I just know I have to escort a bag
and make sure an envelope reaches its destination.
No. Bravo, don't pull that face.
And don't try preaching to me,
you're the last person in the world who can do that.
-We all do what we want. -That's right.
That's right.
Just make sure you're in Via Tonale at midday tomorrow,
behind the station, I'll hand you the bag,
you give me the envelope.
-I have to go, I have guests. -Bravo?
Do you know anything about a guy called Salvatore Menna, Tulipano?
I heard about him on the news.
I know that recently you and he had… some disagreements.
-You know a lot of things recently. -It's my job.
A cop would know the guy was a retarded psychopath,
who's had "disagreements" with half of Milan.
But I'm fond of you,
so I advise you to have an airtight alibi for last night.
He has one.
We were together last night, all night.
And you, miss, are… willing to swear that before a judge?
Of course I'm willing.
In that case Bravo would have no problems,
after all, only stupid and innocent people have no alibi, right?
Thanks to you I've realised three things today.
The first is that I can look pretty.
The second is, in one way or another, I can choose how my life will be.
And the third one?
The third one… if you don't mind, I'll keep that to myself for now.
I like how he plays.
Can we say hello to the artist?
Oh sorry, I didn't mean to.
No, don't worry. It's nice of you to come.
-You're not on your own? -No.
This is Carla, she wanted to meet you. Carla, Lucio.
-Did you enjoy the concert? -You were fantastic!
Hello, Lucio.
You smell really nice!
-Thank you. -Coffee?
-Would you take no for an answer? -Of course not.
Have a seat.
Here, Bravo, this is for you, freshly made.
-Coffee for you? -No sugar, thanks.
Is that you?
Is that you? You made a record and didn't tell me?
-Yes. -The Alphacentauri?
-Yes, we were really good. -Really?
-Strange I never told you. -Did you last long?
-The group, I mean. -No, we only made that one record.
The band had other plans after that…
-And you? -I…
I carried on as a soloist, but without the determination.
I was already totally blind when we made that record.
But let's not get melancholy, eh?
What's your job, Carla?
Well, until yesterday I worked for a cleaning firm.
Let's just say I'm seeing what's going now.
You, a cleaner? With that scent?
-Yes, yes. -I don't believe it!
-It's true. -It's not true!
-It is true! -It's not true, Bravo!
It was true.
Can I touch your face?
Of course.
My God, you're beautiful.
Well? How do I look?
You're beautiful.
-Listen, if you're not up to it… -Bravo…
whatever happens…
thanks.
I prefer him not to see me.
Tano says you have full responsibility this time.
-Are you jealous? -With all the burdens it entails?
-What must I do? -Don't worry, you'll be fine.
Take this envelope, hand it to me so the car behind sees you.
Go on.
You're always in my prayers, my sweetheart.
Go on!
Well?
The guy shit his pants and sent his wife instead.
-Lion-hearted, uh? -Yeah. Here.
You can give that to Tano.
Come in, have a seat.
Want something to eat?
No, thanks.
Hey, Goldilocks, go and take a walk.
-Have you got something for me? -Yes.
Here.
Five hundred million lire.
That's a lot of money.
You can start afresh in any part of the world with all this money.
But you're sitting here in front of me.
And that means only two things:
either you are a respectable person with nothing to fear,
or you are,
for some reason, you're not afraid to die.
I am afraid of dying if that helps.
What can you tell me about Tulipano's death?
Me, nothing. You?
If I am asking you, then obviously…
-You need to do me a favour now. -Of course.
I'll go and cash in the coupon and you do me the favour of staying here.
Okay?
-What? Sorry? -Are you deaf?
I'll go and cash in the coupon while you wait here.
Okay, all right.
Yes, that's understandable. Though it's not what I'd do.
Ah… why, what would…
-What would you do? -I wouldn't cash the coupon in.
-Meaning? -I'd…
I'd deposit it in a bank account
as security for a loan of the same amount,
then, with the help of a bank manager willing to turn a blind eye,
I would pay the debt off with the takings from the gambling den
and bank double the amount.
Let's say a billion lire operation, right, accountant?
A billion lire.
If you're interested, I have the right people.
Do you think I'm an asshole?
Who the fuck do you take me for? Who the fuck, eh?
-Why didn't you tell me before? -I'm a businessman, Tano.
If the starters are on the house, we have to agree on the first course.
You still don't trust me.
It's not a matter of trust,
it's a matter that if you try to cheat me,
I'll kill you and everyone you ever came into contact with.
I want ten percent.
Good… that's more like it.
Did you shit yourself?
That goes in your favour.
-Good. -Perfect.
Wait!
I'll give you 24 hours, not a minute more.
Then I'll come looking for you.
Confirmation has come in that the Christian Democrat Senator, Bonifaci,
was one of the victims of the massacre in the villa in Lesmo.
We have a statement from Senator Sangiorgi,
a party colleague of the victim.
We are in constant contact with the Public Prosecutor
who is following the investigation.
We still don't know the names of the other victims,
that include three young women,
but it would appear that none of the people present in the villa
survived the attack.
Bravo, listen, it's a fucking mess, call me back.
-No. -They're on their way.
-Tell Tano it's too soon. -It's not fucking Tano!
The patrol cars are coming with a warrant!
Here they are!
If you wish to call a lawyer, you are free to do so.
-Good morning, you beat us to it. -I was nearby, inspector.
You have the right to have a lawyer present during the search.
You can make a phone call.
No, it's all right… it's fine.
Come in.
-Have you any weapons or drugs? -No.
-Do you have a safe? -No.
Be careful, it's all valuable stuff.
You know what you have to omit from the statement, right?
Fuck you.
What did you do to your head?
I fell in the shower a couple of days ago.
Will you take his statement?
Sit down, Bravo.
Can you confirm this? Your name is Francesco Marcona, aka Bravo?
Yes.
I see you were under investigation for procuring prostitutes.
Then you'll see it all came to nothing,
that I was cleared, it never got to court.
Be very careful…
Do you know Cindy Jameson, Barbara Marrano and Laura Torchio?
Yes.
Do you know they were at a party last night at Senator Bonifaci's villa
in Lesmo, near Monza?
Can you repeat their names, please?
Cindy Jameson, Barbara Marrano, Laura Torchio.
I knew they'd been invited to a party, that's all.
And do you know all three were killed?
Yes, I was watching the news before you arrived.
Please be careful, that's very valuable stuff!
-Fuck, I told you to be careful! -Hey, calm down!
-But… -Take it easy.
-They're destroying my home. -They're doing their job!
-No, they're not! -Come here.
Can you move away from there? That's valuable stuff!
Come away, come away! Sit down, please.
Come here, Milla.
Did you know Senator Bonifaci?
No, I didn't, but I know who he is.
Did you know a man called Salvatore Menno,
a criminal also known as Tulipano?
Yes.
Milla, you carry on.
On what occasion did you meet Tulipano?
I met him at a club, the Ascot Club.
I often hang out there, and a few weeks ago
we had an argument about him…
paying too much attention to one of my…
-One of my female friends. -A friend.
Does this friend have a name?
Laura.
And does she have a surname?
Torchio.
You see, Bravo, the problem is the people you hang about with…
have a nasty habit of getting killed.
The strange thing is that the gun used to killed Tulipano
was one of the guns used in the murders at Bonifaci's home.
Have you any idea how that could have happened?
Why would I, forgive me?
I don't know, who would?
I don't know, maybe you who's a cop.
-Don't be witty. -I'm not.
-This is serious. -I have no idea then.
Bravo!
Where were you last night, and this morning?
At home.
Can I get you a coffee or something?
Unless I'm under arrest, then let's get this over with.
No, you're not under arrest.
Because even an idiot in his first year at law school
would get you out in an hour with the evidence we have.
But do you mind if we do the paraffin test first,
to rule out the presence of gunpowder?
Okay. I've never touched a gun in my life.
You take care of it, Milla.
We've finished.
Let's get this fucking nonsense out of the way and let's go.
Have a seat.
Which hand do you write with?
We'll wait for it to react.
Milla, it's positive.
-What the fuck have you done? -It's positive?
-You fired it. -I've never shot anyone.
I've never touched anyone. You're trying to frame me!
I'll kick your ass, it'll take me a second to ruin you.
-Be quiet! -I won't!
Why don't you ask him where he was last night?
-Tell him about the bribes. -I said be quiet!
Shut your fucking mouth or I'll shoot you through the head.
Milla, what are you doing?
Why the fuck are you aiming it at me?
Aim it at him!
Tell me why you had gunpowder on your hands.
I haven't the slightest idea, damn it!
Where do you fit in with the murders at the villa?
I don't! I'd known them ten years, Stefano.
Do you think I'd send my girls to be killed like that?
Have you had contact with the Red Brigades?
Tell me the truth, tell me the fucking truth!
What the fuck are you saying?
What am I saying?
I'm saying that this looks like a fucking escape plan.
And I'd have slept all night at home before making my escape?
As you said, only stupid and innocent people have no alibi.
Do you think I'm stupid?
If I seem stupid, then shoot me. Don't send me to jail, shoot me.
Now.
Now!
Fuck!
I'll give you one minute.
I'll give you one minute before I sound the alarm.
-Okay. -Hit me, you asshole.
Hit me as hard as you can.
Come on, when will you get another chance like this? Hit me!
Fuck!
Hurry up, you asshole!
Go on!
Thanks.
-Hello? -Daytona?
Daytona?
To the Ascot Club.
…wondering if there's a connection between Moro's kidnapping
and this new brutal crime.
-Is there some problem? -Investigators have not confirmed it
but they've not denied it either.
If it is proved that behind the shooting at Senator Bonifaci's villa
once again the Red Brigades are involved,
we will have to acknowledge that this organization
really has decided to declare war on our democracy…
RED BRIGADES
…proving that they have the ability and resources
to carry out multiple operations in Italy.
With what our country is going through right now…
Good evening, ladies, may I ask you something?
-You work in this building, right? -Yes. Can we help?
I am looking for a colleague of yours,
she might not have come to work today, but…
I need her number and address. Carla.
No, there's no Carla working here.
Don't worry, she's a friend of mine, she has brown hair
and hazel eyes, you were here when I was talking to her.
-Yes, I remember you. -Good.
And the girl, but we she was on the street, she didn't leave with us.
We even thought the girl might be one of those.
Know how we should round off this fortunate evening with a flourish?
A hot chick or mineral water.
That one over there.
I'll give you her number. Call her, take this dickhead's advice.
With whom?
Daytona?
Dickhead, what have you done?
Who did this to you?
-Who did it? -Wi… white.
I can't hear you, Daytona.
The man involved in the shooting in Monza now has a name and face.
We're talking about a man in the Milan area
known in the world of organized crime by his nickname, Bravo.
A witness spotted a vehicle close to the villa,
of the same make and model as the suspect's.
Investigators are still unable to rule out
that the shooting is connected to Aldo Moro's kidnapping.
I am personally following the inquiry
and I can assure you that we will do all we can
to ensure the people responsible are brought to justice.
Yes, I bet!
-Good evening. -'Evening.
-I need a room. -That's 14,000 lire per hour.
It must be difficult to retain integrity in such a dramatic moment.
I don't wish to comment on these matters right now.
You have just listened to a statement by Senator Bonifacio's party colleague,
Senator Amedeo Sangiorgi, whose words let us conclude that
the political motive can be excluded, even though the cruelty of the attack…
CROSSWORDS
CHAOS -CHANCE
Just think… think, think…
You're not angry with me?
-Is Laura not coming? -No, Laura's not here,
but Carla is, and it appears she'll be working with us.
A witness confirmed they spotted a vehicle
close to the villa, of the same make and model as the suspect's.
-Who did this? -With… white.
White… With… with, white…
EYES
With white eyes.
I was already totally blind when we made that record.
Are you mad? What are you doing here? The police are looking for you!
I know, but no one saw me. I need to talk to you.
Come in, you're always getting me into trouble.
What do you want?
I need you to help me solve a riddle.
What?
You'll risk us both going to prison for some fucking nonsense?
-Yes. -Yes.
It's the hardest you've ever put to me,
and I haven't been able to solve it.
I'm not with you, Bravo.
How long have you been with the Red Brigades?
Are you crazy? Me, with the Red Brigades?
Yeah, sure.
-How can I, in this state? -The album cover of your LP.
You said you were already totally blind.
You have red eyes in that photo,
red eyes in a photo means they're fine.
Hey, Bravo! You finally worked it out.
-So it would seem. -How did you do it?
Scattered evidence.
It was a brilliant idea to swop the car.
But you forgot one detail,
it didn't stink of smoke and I always smoke in the car.
Then what?
I called in to see Daytona before he died.
He was our friend.
He was a pawn.
-It's hard to resist, isn't it? -What?
Squeezing the trigger before someone you hate.
Life is like the ladder in a hen coop: 5, 4, 4. Go!
-Short and full of shit. -Yeah, well done.
-Why me? -No, not you.
Your whores. It was the only way to get inside the villa.
Why are you wasting time on this pimp?
-You're the comedian? -Yeah.
You were funny, you could have been a success.
But I am! Don't you find me funny?
Laura thought she could be happy with you.
I had to spew out a load of crap to persuade her to come to the villa.
But a whore like her deserved to have some fun.
I was wrong, you're a fucking hopeless comedian,
carry on with what you're doing.
Listen, why don't we kill this jerk right now?
Because the police must find him alive.
With all the evidence we put together.
Can I touch your face?
How did you catch this shitface?
Let's say Bravo was honoring his nickname.
Except he handed himself over to me instead of the police.
You disgust me, Bravo.
I wanted to tell you right from the beginning.
I'd go with you for free.
Here, you drive.
Can I help you?
The strange thing is that the gun used to kill Tulipano,
was one of the guns used in the murders at Bonifaci's house.
Whatever happens… thanks.
You see, my friend, you'll never understand this.
Believing in something takes priority not only over other people's lives,
but over your own too.
That means Carla, to reach her aim,
had to make compromises that disgusted her, like screwing you.
We have to go, guys.
I've just given the police an anonymous tip-off.
Great idea to use the Red Brigades as a cover for your trafficking.
You used them like whores.
Wake up, comrades! He's using you like whores.
With this mess with Moro, the Red Brigades don't care about Bonifaci!
If I were you, I'd grab everything and run for it.
How much did they pay you for this commissioned job?
Come on, I like talking money and now I'm dying. How much?
You're right, this started out about the money,
but what we found in the villa changed all our plans.
As you can see, Bravo, money's more important than ideals.
Nearly always.
We have to get out of here. Stand up, hurry!
Run! Quick!
We need a refuge until the cops work out what happened.
The money, gun, Lucio are all details that could prove
you were framed.
Then why are we running away?
Because we can't trust the police!
There are too many cops on the organizer's pay-book.
The documents are our only hope.
Why are you helping me?
Watch out!
-The documents, wait! -Let's go.
No, no! We can't leave them here!
Hold it!
Get out of the car! Get out!
All right, all right.
-Quick! -All right.
I know a safe place.
It's so nice to see you.
-How are you? -No, how are you?
I'm wealthy and in good health. I can't say the same for you.
I'm Carla.
Nice to meet you… Luciana.
When we collected the documents from the villa,
I should have stopped the Red Brigades
using them as a weapon by making them public.
One in particular was…
of great interest to the person who asked us for help.
Do you know who he is?
No.
They never named him and I never got to meet him myself.
All I know is…
they'll find me and I'll be dead before I realise it.
I'm sorry, Bravo.
I'm sorry about all this.
Carla's my real name.
And I work for SISDE,
the Intelligence and Democratic Security Service.
Nicola.
In my last year of Law I fell in love with the wrong girl.
A girl Turi Martesano's nephew had set his eyes on.
He was best avoided back then in Sicily.
I should have just left it,
but I was too spoilt and arrogant to have any common sense.
So I carried on seeing her and…
one evening three men came for me and took me…
they took me to a basement.
One of them kept saying I had to be "bravo".
I thought a bit of irony has never done any harm.
I changed city, identity, life, everything.
What about the girl?
The girl wasn't as lucky, she was… raped and killed.
The father was accused of the murder and…
he's now serving time in San Vittore prison.
The Lord didn't have much mercy on my family.
We thank you, God, for our daily bread.
Thanks to this bread, we renew our communion with you and our brethren.
For Christ…
For my daughter, you wanted at your side so soon, and my husband Carmine.
-Amen. -Amen.
As they say, after the confession comes the prayer. Enjoy your meal.
Confession.
We still have an ace up our sleeve.
Are you sure we can trust him?
No, but we both know too much about one another not to try.
Bravo, what the fuck! You do know the mess you're getting me into?
I'm not getting you into a mess. When it's all over,
you'll be the heroic inspector who caught the killer.
Yeah, I'd better.
And what's more, you'll be free too.
Free from what?
Your love story with Tano Casale. She's with us.
My darling…
Thanks for everything you're doing for us.
Tell Carmine to be at the ready.
Nico… be careful.
We need a confession, but we have an advantage over them.
First, only we know the documents were destroyed.
Two, whoever commissioned this will do anything to get them back.
Carla, you make a phone call,
tell him you've got all the material and will meet him.
We need an isolated place far from prying eyes.
Milla can take us to the right place.
There's no chance this man will give us any information.
I'm rather good at negotiating.
I sold a forged pools coupon to a mafioso for 500 million.
But you'll be alone, what if something goes wrong?
What do you think I'm doing here?
Christ! It's Amedeo Sangiorgi!
There's something else I haven't told you, Carla.
-Nicola. -Senator.
Where have you been? You disappeared.
It's easy to hide from people who aren't looking for you.
What are you doing here?
I came to talk about Chance and Chaos.
And how these took Nicola Sangiorgi by the hand
and turned him into a wanted man.
Fuck, he's his son!
But you're the one who…
Yeah, I'm the asshole you framed to get to Bonifaci.
-Didn't Carla tell you that? -Carla?
-Where is Carla? -Well, if you don't know…
Are you here for Carla
or for the dossiers she took from the villa in Lesmo?
What are you prattling on about?
That's right, Bravo, get him to talk!
Why?
I mean it, why?
Someone said power wears you out.
That's all nonsense.
It's the fear of losing it that wears you out.
There are men like Bonifaci who turn our weakness into their strength.
That asshole had us by the balls.
Some innocent girls died.
You see, you'll never understand.
When it comes to interests this big, there's no one who's not expendable.
No one.
I imagine that goes for Aldo Moro too.
For President Moro too.
Aldo Moro is already a dead man.
Yeah, fuck! We've got a confession! Did you get it?
That's just what I needed, Dad, thanks.
Come on!
Let go of me!
Where's the dossier?
Didn't you hear what Dad said?
Where's the dossier?
I won't ask you again.
No!
I'll take you there. It's with people I trust, you've won.
I'll take you there.
Let me do the talking.
Good evening, Tano, sorry I didn't warn you, there wasn't time.
This is the person I told you about.
It's bad manners to turn up without warning.
But… if these gentlemen can…
help us to seal the deal…
As long as they're not policemen.
No, just give what I sold you to this man
and everything will be fine.
Yes, but if you've sold something that doesn't belong to you,
you'll give your friend his money back.
First of all…
this asshole is not my friend.
Secondly… what I buy becomes mine.
And mine alone.
Now you listen to me… but very, very carefully.
Is that so?
Who the fuck is this shithead?
I'm Senator Amedeo Sangiorgi.
Senator?
Since when has the government been interested in gamblers…
No, Tano. No negotiating, this is the Italian State,
they take what they want. They'll arrest you.
-Put that gun away. -Senator,
if there's someone who needs arresting, it's this son of a bitch,
who involved me in this scam without telling me.
And now you can fuck off, and with all due respect, Senator,
you'd better get from under my feet.
Put this gun away.
No, you put yours away, or I'll shoot you.
What do you want in exchange?
The Italian Presidency.
All right, we'll get out of here.
-Let's go. -But the asshole stays here.
Sit down.
Will you be "bravo"?
You have to be good, kid.
Because if you're good, then I'll be good too.
You want to show us you have balls?
Okay then…
I'll leave you those.
But that's all.
Keep still.
Don't you recognise me?
Tell me something…
when 12 years ago that brute gave the order to do what they did…
did you know about it?
My son…
Perhaps you'd have preferred a better father, right?
But you see, in real life, good fathers don't exist.
Yes, there are fathers who live in a different world,
who tell their kids fairy-tales about freedom
and love, while others screw them!
I tried to give you the necessary tools,
but you did things your own way!
And what am I to you now? Am I your enemy?
No.
You'll be moving up on the career ladder, my friend.
No more pimps and mafiosi to make extra cash.
And you've pocketed 500 million at the end of all this, right?
Chance and chaos, Milla.
It's a lot of money.
What'll you do with it?
A friend asked me the same question a few days ago.
What did you say?
…we have some breaking news about a well-known Milan-based criminal.
After being arrested for fraud, caught red-handed
when he tried to cash in a forged pools coupon,
Tano Casale was found dead this morning
in his cell in San Vittore prison.
It appears it is connected to the events of a few days ago,
when Senator Amedeo Sangiorgi preferred to take his own life
rather than face a scandal…
Thanks.
Business class.
It's my first time, you know.
I couldn't afford it before.
Not even economy class for that matter…
-Traveling for work or pleasure? -No more work for me!
No, no. Something totally different.
Go on, I'll tell you, I'll tell you.
I still haven't told anyone, but…
I'm safe now and I have a good nose for people.
You look like a decent person.
It's me, it's me…
I'm the guy who won 490 million on the football pools.
Business class.
Are you traveling for work or pleasure?
I'm traveling for pleasure. Even if I am still working on it.
Bravo!