Cadaveri eccellenti (The Context) Page #4

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Because he had doubts.

That has never happened to me.

No judgement has ever

left blood on my hands.

No conviction has ever

left blood on my gown.

It's obviously a question

of faith.

I don't think you've

quite understood.

I'm not a Catholic.

Nor am I a Christian.

However, I've never had any

of these weaknesses.

I've never believed in Voltaire's

"Tratado sobre la tolerancia"

on tolerance and judicial error.

Virtue, pity, innocent victims

of judicial errors....

What errors?

A judge who can freely kill

with his sentences...Ba!

Voltaire was the first to sow

doubt about the judicial system.

When a religion allows

for people's doubt,..

that religion is dead.

That's why we had Sartre,

Bertrand Russell, Marcuse...

and the delirium of

today's youth.

You mean Voltaire is to blame?

Yes. But Voltaire had an excuse.

In his day they didn't realise

the danger of those ideas...

but today's mass culture has

made that danger mortal.

If things go on like this,

the only viable form of justice

will be a form of punishment

known in war as decimation.

The way I punish is to kill

one soldier in ten.

Today there are no more individuals!

Today, there is no more

individual responsibility!

Your job, my dear friend

has become ridiculous.

It was fine in peace time,

but now we're at war.

Robberies, kidnappings,

sabotage... This is war!

And as in war the answer is decimation.

One, two, three, four, five...

Out!

One, two, three, four, five...

Cres, convicted!

Cres has a .22 calibre rifle,..

and it is loaded with

a bullet for you.

Keep going. Back all the way.

Park down there.

Go on! Go on! Stop!

Who lives below Judge Riches?

- Mr Pattos..

- The shipping tycoon?

Yes.

Inspector.

Mr Pattos.

What are you doing here?

- Sorry, I didn't think...

- What did you not think?

That you'd meet me

in my friend Pattos' place?

I didn't think I'd be intruding

in a reunion of frieds.

Too late now. So?

- I was looking for someone.

- Looking for me?

No, someone who just come in.

One of my guests?

Please come in.

Come with me.

The inspector

was surely looking for me.

Are you here to arrest me?

My dear Evaristo,

you are a big liar..

You always denied the police

tapped our phones.

The inspector's presence here

proves my case.

- Is this right?

- Not that I know of.

How amazing!

Did he expect to get any other answer?

I know nothing about phone tapping.

It is done sometimes,..

but always with prior judicial approval,..

and only criminal suspects are tapped.

It is never done for political

reasons. Never..

That means I'm a criminal suspect,..

because my phone is definately tapped.

In fact, it's not even my phone.

The phone belongs to my host, Norcio,

There,here's the great progressive writer.

No, No. You're not my guest

you're the guest of my wife.

I'd never take an arsehole

like you into my house...

a provincial intellectual like you!

They brag on about permanent revolution...

You wish the inspector

had come here to arrest you.

Then you'd be a hero.

- Wilfredo, Don't be ridiculous!

- Shut your mouth!

What a reactionary remark

'Shut your mouth'.

Just because I'm your wife,

because you're my husband!

No. Because you're a parrot,

not a woman!

There's nothing can be done. You're

a typical communist, catholic, bourgeois.

Yes, for a long time, not to

keep up with the latest fashion!

Now that we are winning,

communists, catholics, the bourgeoisie,..

you're all queueing up to jump

on the bandwagon!

No my dear, I don't like it!

Including you and that arsehole

who wanted revolution!

Hello,hello, ladies and gentlemen.

Mo more of these family quarrels.

We're here to enjoy ourselves..

to eat.

Champagne?

- a whisky ?

- No, thanks.

Have a drink, Rogas.

You're not on duty.

Your assignment here is over.

Come with me..

To them it's a game.

- A game? I wouldn't say so..

- Yes, yes a game.

Including me,

I'm playing the game too..

I'm like a umpire...

delivering both protection and threats..

Don't let appearances fool you, Rogas.

Despite the confidence, they're

still scared.

More scared than they've ever been.

When the party's over

they'll flee in all directions.

No one will sleep

in their beds tonight.

Who do they fear?

They think you coming here was

part of a plot...

and your sudden appearance

was planned.

My dear Rogas, subversive groups

like Calano's are useful to us.

And to our Communist Party friends.

Friends?

Your know what the

situation is like.

My party, which has run

the country for 30 years,..

will be forced to rule

with the Communists.

Your own job would be easier,

Rogas

if Mr Amar, that party's leader,

was in my chair.

This ministry would work.

It'd be fun to see Mr Amar

and his party

grappling with these groups.

Yes, well. And what should we do?

Continue harassing these groups

as much as you can.

Arests, controls, searches...

but always with the approval

of the judges.

Before they're all killed!

If you're here to arrest Galano?

At least give us back our minister!

Hang around, Rogas. We

will continue our conversation.

Hot coffee and cold milk.

Waiter, a whisky.

Find out who they are

and what they want from me.

How can I?

We're always being watched.

If they find out,

I'm finished.

I didn't tell you to do

it inside.

Why not use your own lab?

You did it with the oil bosses.

Give me a cigarette.

Come on, give me one.

Thanks.

Placing a bug

under the commissioner's arse.

I'm f***ed!

And now, Minister, allow me

to address a burning issue.

Ever since I left the house of the

president of the Supreme Court,..

I have the feeling that I'm being

followed by professionals.

By people specifically suited

to that task.

As if trained in a state or

private police corps.

If people in high places,

deem it necessary,..

to give me protection,...

I can only be grateful, ...

but I should point out

that such surveillance,...

which is very expensive

with so many officers involved,...

would be better directed

at protecting the judges.

You'll never get out of here

unless you confess first!

And that goes for everbody!

To the Security Minister

It's the tanks.

Their motors run all night.

The meeting's at

the armoured division barracks.

Listen, this is him.

Take it easier

with those judges...

Rewind, Rewind.

Play it again.

Those judges..

Take it easier

with those judges...

Rogas is on our back.

He's smelt a rat.

Come on, once more.

Those judges

Take it easier,

with those judges.

Rogas is on our back.

He's smelt a rat.

- Is that it?

- Isn't that enough?

- Is that you, Rogas?

- Yes, good evening, doctor.

Why did you visit Riches?

To warn him he's in danger.

So you're still insisting

in chasing your lunatic.

The judge will be killed whether

it's by my lunatic or your group.

The judge is well protected.

I know. Today I saw all the

security forces at Riches'.

I even spotted your car.

It's a plot.

The chemist Cres killed his judges,

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