Confessione di un commissario di polizia al procuratore della repubblica (Confessions of a Police Ca Page #6

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A warning? A warning telling me to...

mind my own business,

and not disturb public order.

You went to school -

why did you join the police?

You think It's the only way to get respect

from 'important' people?

I believe in the law.

But you're going to arrest me anyway?

And don't tell me that it's your duty.

How much evidence do you need

before you arrest Lommuno?

It's just a matter of time.

You two are on the same side:

you the police, and him the gangster,

both on the side of the wealthy!

Over the years, I've thought a lot

about what Rizzo said, and I can never forget it.

And the more I think about It

the more ashamed I feel.

Have you ever felt anything like that?

Have you never felt that you

were just a 'tool',

lust there to look after the Interests of

whomever happens to be in power?

A policeman who's also an anarchist?

You are a living contradiction, Bonavia.

Haven't you ever had any doubts

about enforcing unjust laws?

It's not for us to judge the law, but to...

To enforce it.

Yes, I knew you would say that.

But let's say tomorrow the law changed and

stated that we had to use torture.

Don't be absurd.

Sure, torture was abolished, but that doesn't

affect the fundamental question.

Would you use torture,

if the law would allow it?

But you're using an extreme example here!

Alright then, what's your limit?

How much Injustice would you stand for

in the name of the law?

If you go on, I'll arrest you!

I was only referring to Rizzo's ideas.

Let me talk to him.

You're a few years too late.

That's where they killed him.

Lomunno!

A young shepherd heard the shot.

Lomunno used dynamite to seal

Rizzo's grave, 30 meters deep.

It took us two days and two nights

to remove all the soil.

And then we found the body.

It wasn't the face of a dead man.

It was the face of a man who

had never known justice,

and who never would.

And then, on a Sunday afternoon,

I arrested Lomunno. I had a witness.

And? Did Lomunno know the

boy had seen him?

I suspected he did, so I asked to have

the kid closely watched.

But someone obviously regarded

me as a psychic:

word got out that I'd requested a guard,

and somebody got suspicious.

Nooo!

Anyway, I imagine that that's

how it happened.

Naturally, they said the kid slipped,

but there were scratches on his neck,

obviously made by fingernails.

And what did the autopsy show?

- I didn't have access to the report.

- That's absurd! I'll check the file.

- You can't.

- Why not?

It disappeared.

And, three years later, more bloodshed.

I brought Lomunno into court in February of 1964.

I had the necessary proof.

It didn't hold up. I read the records.

Did it say by chance that the jury was threatened?

That's Impossible.

There would have been a new trial.

I know that they were threatened

- Prove it!

I can't prove It!

Conclusion:
Lomunno is innocent.

Ah, Bonavia! I fear that instead of sleeping at night,

you lie awake concocting elaborate fantasies.

You think that because you're convinced,

others are too. But I'm not!

However, let's get to the hard facts.

Rizzo, that is.

You mention his name and

you want instant justice.

A criminal doesn't want justice

to mete out justice.

You want the opposite,

and in that you're just as wrong.

You can't question the law.

It's not your job to question it.

It must remain unmolested.

As an officer of the law, you must enforce,

and not criticise, the law.

And that means?

Obey the law and confess.

Confess what?

If you have any respect for justice,

you'll freely confess you had LIPuma released,

knowing he'd kill Lomunno.

How do I go about accusing myself?

Maybe you can advise me...

I will tell you right now. Firstly:

you recognised LiPuma's body from the street.

He was disguised, his head was covered in blood,

and he was hidden by the grass.

No-one could ever have recognised him like that,

and you were also some distance away.

You even said "get photos of LiPuma"

Those were your exact words

And secondly?

When we were at the mental Institute,

a man reproached you for...

not having listened to him "the other day".

Why did you go there two days

before LiPuma was released?

Thirdly?

Two days after your visit

Li Puma was released.

And fourth?

After all, you were behind the

planned assassination attempt.

Only the motive remains to be determined.

Could be that you're a fanatic,

meting out his own kind of justice.

A policeman who unleashes a killer,

because he has no faith in the courts.

But I doubt It.

I have always been wary of moralists.

- You don't convince me, Bonavia.

- And so?

You could be an accomplice,

working for one of Lomunno's rivals.

Sold out to the underworld for money!

Were you daydreaming or nightdreaming

when you came up with this fairy tale?

What did you say? What did you say -

that I could be a paid accomplice... 7

You say that I have fantasies?

I could never dream up that one.

Let's see now. You say that Lomunno's rivals

figured it out this way:

Lomunno has no respect for agreements.

Let's get rid of him. How? Simple!

There's a police chief,

who can do the work for us.

He doesn't cost too much,

and he has the means to do it, right?

You're with me up to now?

But If there are people who paid

me to have Lomunno killed,

there are also people who paid you to save

Lomunno from that person, namely: me!

- Listen to me, or...

- I know:
or you'll have me arrested.

But there's only one thing I

want to know, Excellency:

Which side are you on?

And don't lie to me!

And you? Whose side are you on?

I'm on my own side,

and I can prove it to you.

You say they paid me to have LIPuma

released, alright - arrest me.

Go ahead:
arrest me.

That's what I want.

And then we'll find out who warned

Lomunno, and why he did it.

That man will be my cellmate, and that man will

have a nice, honest face like yours.

I would like to see you trying to sleep

amongst the bugs!

OK. You won't get away

with that, Bonavia!

You fight me with your proof and I'll fight you with slander.

The more unbelievable It ls,

the more credible it will sound.

Don't be ridiculous.

What will you accuse me of?

Ah, don't confuse the Issues.

I said slander, not accusations.

What slander?

That which you hide from everyone:

that your mother is in a Swiss asylum. She's mad!

What? My mother's worn out,

she's just resting.

I know, I know, but I'll just say

that you're lying, that's all.

And by whom am I been accused?

By a man who has an insane mother!

Possibly hereditary insanity.

Now we know a lot about that,

don't we, Traini?

And then I'll say that you're a fag!

Take It easy now,

don't lose your temper!

That you corrupt minors, you've been seen

in the company of a young boy, Pietro Delia. Right?

He ls an orphan, a child that I

- Oh, I know, I know that.

He's the child of a deceased friend;

you're helping him through school.

Ah, you really seem to be deaf!

I said:
slander!

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