Mafia Page #8

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to help him to inaugurate the new road.

No. His Excellence Passarella

will unveil the road...

without having to stand

next to that big shot.

The man who built it

with manure and blood.

For the prestige of the State, he must do it

knowing that Don Mariano is in prison...

and accused of murder.

Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!

The Carabinieri are here.

But what for? What's happened?

- Destroy it at once!

- What's happening?

Tell me, please, I want to know!

I want to know!

Tomorrow, you'll leave for Switzerland.

And whatever you read in the newspapers...

about me, it's not true.

Understand? Go on, go!

- What's happening?

- Calm down! Calm down!

- But, sir! Only honorable people live here!

- Go and stay in the kitchen.

But if I woke you up at this hour,

then there must be a reason, no?

Sure! Alert our friends.

Wake up the ministers in Rome!

Tell everyone!

One moment!

Please! And to what pleasure do

I owe this visit, at such an early hour?

If you cast your mind back to your youth,

you'll recall that this is the time when...

the Carabinieri make their visit

when they want to arrest someone.

The search has already begun,

and it won't be long until the handcuffs.

They came to arrest me!

Give it to me.

These are my savings.

The dates of your deposits coincide

exactly with the dates of the public works.

'Public works'? I'm a land-owner.

I lent some money to friends...

and they paid it back to me.

- You've no part in the construction companies, then?

- No, no... none at all.

Many companies have

obtained contracts by illegal means,

- thanks to your recommendations.

- I do thousands of them.

Contracts, licenses,

sites, subsidies...

- So, who do you give them to?

- My friends, who are able to do things.

Who usually?

Whoever shows themselves

to be the best friend.

- And what do you get out of them?

- Friendship.

Look!

So it seems as though you're

not worried about taxes, then?

I'm not worried about anything.

I'm ignorant; I only know a few things.

For example, I know that under

the nose we have a mouth...

which is more for eating...

than for talking.

I also have a mouth under my nose,

even if it only eats government bread.

I know...

But you're a man.

They say you're religious...

Well... I go to church every Sunday.

I donate to charity.

- Do you think that's enough?

- Why wouldn't it be?

The church is huge. Everyone

does things their own way in there.

Laura, the coffee!

And what do you think of the Gospel?

Ahh... beautiful words!

The church is all beauty.

Do you think it's right to kill a man?

I've never done anything of the sort.

But if you're asking me theoretically,

then it would depend on who the man is.

Ah, so according to you,

there are two types of man?

I divide humanity into five categories:

There are the real men,

the half men, the so-so men...

and then, if you'll excuse me, the faggots...

and finally, it's as if they didn't exist,

the gossips who are worth nothing!

There are very few real men

and only a few half men.

The majority of men are so-so.

They're like kids who think they're grown-ups.

As for the queers, they're

growing to become a real army.

And lastly, the blabbermouths...

A flock of geese.

But, even if you nailed me,

you're a man!

And why do you

consider me to be a man?

Because someone in your position

can trample over people easily.

And I received insults far worse

than death from your predecessors.

They slapped me.

Another put his cigarette out on my hand...

and how he laughed!

Can you sleep when

you've been ridiculed like that?

- So, I don'! offend you then?

- No, you're a man.

You loo, Don Mariano.

But I'll still have to send you to jail.

- You should have arrested me before.

- I didn't have the proof.

Proof? With or without proof,

it's the same thing!

Captain... we found this weapon

inside a cupboard.

The proof!

You're a magician!

- This rifle has killed at least two men.

- More than that. It's 40 years old!

But the last were

Colasberna and Nicolosi.

I bought it from a 'picciotto'.

[lowest level of mafia hierarchy]

From who?

From Zecchinetta?

- Yes, I think so. That was his name.

- But you bought it the morning of the crime,

while it was still hot,

and you didn't pay for it.

Because Zecchinetta

who talks a lot,

never said a word about

receiving money for the weapon.

Then you must explain to me why,

if I'm so sly and powerful as you say,

I would keep the murder weapon in my house?

Because you're so sure of yourself

that you never thought that someone...

would come and search your home.

Mariano Arena, in the name of the law,

I declare you under arrest.

You're accused of being behind the murders

of Salvatore Colasberna and Gaetano Nicolosi.

- Look, Don Mariano!

- Don Mariano!

Don Mariano, I swear to you, neither I

nor Zecchinetta mentioned your name.

We were fighting between ourselves,

like two c*cks.

- Have you signed anything?

- Yes.

Idiots!

You deserve to end up here.

Bang your head against here

and don't stop until I say so...

I said, bang it.

Bang it!

Again!

- What did you do to your forehead?

- I fell.

Don't even think about saying

that it was us who beat you!

No, I fell!

Long live Monsignor!

Long live Monsignor!

Take the cuffs off.

I said goodbye to family and friends...

...and an old woman too.

They took a big shot here!

A big shot!

Rosa!

This way! This way!

Sit here and eat this roll.

Sit down, Rosa.

Sit, don'! be scared.

Have you received news of your husband?

Sometimes husbands can go crazy.

They run off and leave their wife and kids.

To Tunisia, to America...

- To Milan.

- To France.

- To Switzerland.

- Or to Germany...

Do you need help, Rosa'?

Don't worry...

we'll lake care of you and your

child, until your husband returns.

And if he doesn't come back,

you won't be left abandoned,

and no-one will treat you with disrespect.

Are we agreed?

No one will treat her with disrespect.

Even though you didn't show

respect to someone...

Someone who didn't do anything to you.

But Don Mariano is a good man,

who'll forgive and forget a fit of desperation.

He knows that you're a good woman.

Rosa said some things that were

wrong and untrue!

Yes, she did - but in good faith,

without understanding the consequences.

When Rosa said "zecchinetta",

she wanted to say that that night...

her husband came back late,

because he went to play cards.

- It was a misunderstanding!

- A misunderstanding, exactly!

He never met Zecchinetta!

He went to play 'zecchinetta', the card game.

A card game.

But the Captain took it another way.

Of course, how could he have known?

The Captain is from the North.

He doesn't know us.

They distorted it all.

Don't you agree, Rosa?

I'll ask my husband how I need to act,

when he returns!

Tomorrow I'm going to tell the truth

to the judge.

That when they killed Colasberna,

Zecchinetta was watering my land.

If he was working 70 kilometers

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