Il Divo Page #5

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Andreotti stopped favouring anyone,

in fact

he started fighting the Mafia.

Lima died because he represented

that political faction

which had made use

of Cosa Nostra's votes

then reneged on its commitments

during the Big Mafia Trial.

I can't be more precise

about when the meeting took place

because it's hard to put a date

on my memories.

You know that what you're telling us

is almost unbelievable?

Yes.

But it was also unbelievable

that Riina was captured

after years on the run,

but it happened. Thanks to me.

Come with me.

Livia,

the Palermo Judges sent notification

that I'm under investigation

for Mafia connections.

They'll ask for authorization

to proceed against me.

And this time they'll get it.

I know who you are.

You can't spend your life with a man

and not know who he is.

I know who you are.

And we'll defend ourselves.

I don't know if Riina

and Andreotti met or not.

But if they did,

I'm sure they kissed.

Andreotti spoke about the Mafia,

well, he spoke about himself...

Why must the good ones

always die, like the mafioso Liggio?

When Andreotti dies, they'll take

the black box out of his hump

and we'll finally know...

... like a miraculous lucky dip

It's wonderful to dip in

while suspended

From a soft, pink cloud

Me like a gentleman

And you like...

A bride

While outside the window

Only the dust blows

A storm's brewing

We two are from a distant planet

But from here, the world seems

like a secret trap door

Everyone wants everything

Only to realise

That it's all nothing

We won't be like other people

These will always be

The best years of our lives

The best years of our lives

Hold me tight,

no night lasts forever...

Livia, your lively eyes dazzled me

one afternoon in the Verano cemetery.

I chose that odd place

to ask you to marry me.

Remember? Yes, I know, you remember.

Your lively, innocent,

enchanted eyes didn't know,

don't know and will never know.

They have no idea of the deeds

that power must commit

to ensure the well-being

and development of the country.

For too long that power was me.

The monstrous,

unavowable contradiction:

Perpetrating evil

to guarantee good.

The monstrous contradiction

that made me

a cynical man

that even you couldn't decipher.

Your lively, innocent eyes

don't know the responsibility.

The direct and indirect responsibility

for all the carnage in Italy

from 1969 to 1984

that left precisely

To all the families of the victims

I say that I confess.

I confess that it was my fault,

my most grievous fault.

I'll say it, even if it's pointless.

Havoc used to destabilize

the country,

to provoke terror

to isolate the extremist parties

and strengthen the centre ones

like the Christian Democrats...

has been described as

"tension strategy".

It would be more correct to say:

"Survival strategy".

Roberto, Michele, Giorgio,

Carlo Alberto,

Giovanni, Mino, dear Aldo,

by vocation or necessity,

all confirmed lovers of the truth.

All bombs ready to explode

that were defused into silence.

All of them thinking truth

is the right thing,

but actually

it's the end of the world.

We can't allow

the end of the world

in the name of what's right.

We have a task, a divine task.

We must love God greatly

to understand how necessary

evil is for good.

God knows it, I know it too.

One can be dull but honest,

dull but good,

dull but full of fervour.

Well, Honourable Mr Andreotti,

that is just what you lack.

You lack human fervour.

Along with the goodness, wisdom,

flexibility, transparency

that undeniably make up

the few real Christian Democrats

that exist in the world.

You'll last a little longer,

or a little less,

but you'll vanish without a trace.

You'll be a mere news item,

especially now that it suits you.

- How long did you walk?

- All night.

- My legs are really hurting.

- Take more care: Stress, your age...

- Tedax would make me happy.

- It was taken off the codex.

Stop the nervous walking,

try doing some sports.

All my sporty friends are dead.

Chance.

I don't believe in chance.

I believe in the will of God.

- I'm sorry.

- No, don't say anything.

It's for the best, I'll retire

to the country and pick chicory.

- Chicory's good.

- Yes, it's politics that's bad.

And to tell the truth,

I'm tired of it.

It's for the best.

Andreotti says he has too many

legal expenses

and now that he's not

in the government...

Poor Andreotti,

he was always on his own.

Now even more so.

- What's in there?

- Love letters.

You wouldn't think it,

but women liked Andreotti.

They wrote him lots of letters.

But I never let him see them.

I don't want trouble.

Have you read them, Miss Enea?

I know full well, Senator,

that there are certain things

in life one mustn't see.

PRIVATE ARCHIVES

OF GIULIO ANDREOTTI

I can say with a sense

of responsibility that I'd prefer

the Mafia to have eliminated me in

the same way they did Dalla Chiesa

than to end up here, not knowing

how to defend myself against lies.

I never met the Salvo cousins

in my life.

I never associated with them

and Lima never hinted at matters

pertaining to the Mafia.

I do not know Bontate,

I do not know Badalamenti.

I have never had secret meetings

with them.

My movements are constantly

controlled by the police.

I am under special surveillance,

I want there to be no doubt.

As for the authorization

to proceed, I'm in your hands.

Senator, if we use our vote

to block further investigations

by the judiciary,

what will be left

of this country's institutions?

I understand the risk but...

we cannot allow the judiciary

to govern.

That's all for now.

Would you like to add anything else,

Senator Andreotti?

Go ahead.

For many years I have been

Italy's international representative.

A country led by someone

who reports to the Mafia

does not have much credibility

in the world arena.

I'm not the only one

who'll be discredited by this.

You've lost more weight.

And my hand shakes when I write.

Because you don't sleep anymore.

Yes, I don't sleep anymore.

Your friends from the faction

don't call anymore.

Pray for them, Livia.

They were destroyed too.

By whom?

By life

and by accusations of bribery.

Is it far?

for 26 different accusals,

I was brought before

the investigating committee.

They made me talk for days on end.

But each time,

the case was dismissed.

Dismissed, dismissed, dismissed...

We're here to talk about

presumed governmental responsibility

in the Piazza Fontana massacre.

I don't remember...

I was only informed of the facts.

I couldn't know about that.

You remember meeting Gelli?

I don't remember, I don't remember,

I don't remember.

De Gasperi said of you:

"He's so capable at everything,

he could become capable

of anything."

Leave De Gasperi out of this.

I met Gelli briefly in Frosinone,

he was a manager of

the Permaflex mattress company.

Years later I saw him in Argentina

and thought:

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