Todo modo Page #6

---

MO... as for the rest, read the other acronyms

of the companies chaired by the third dead man.

ISVAINER, ELEGANT, ERICORNA,

INACOR, EMIGRANT, ADOPEC...

ADOPEC...

- ADOPEC.

- There's the DO of MODO.

ADO... MODO.

There's the DO and P.

The P... for 'para'.

Para. And where do you get

the 'ara' for 'para'?

From ARABIC, Voltrano's oil company.

- You're right!

- Thanks. And there's B... ARAB.

Para b...?

- 'Buscar'?

- Well done!

"Todo modo para buscar!"

Now you must know...

that Saint Ignatius' sentence

is very long.

Keep an eye on the survivors,

- before the slaughter starts again.

- What do I tell Rome?

"Todo modo para buscar la voluntad divina?"

- They'll laugh at me.

- Why?

- It's not plausible.

- Are the events of the last 10 years...

plausible, in your opinion?

It's time for the rosary. Let's go.

Todo Modo is an integralist creed.

It could be the opposite.

They could be extremists disguised

as reactionaries.

Come in... there's another victim.

The sixth. The Hon. Capra Porfiri.

Before lifting restrictions, you must notify the Commissioner,

and explain the acronyms.

The murderer could even be Saint Ignatius!

- Where are you going?

- You'll see.

- Where?

- It's a surprise.

Must I tell everything I've discovered?

Demolish the castle?

Must we surrender to the enemy?

Overturn the pyramid?

Class relations?

Change, change, change...

Change culture...

change everything?

"Todo modo para buscar la voluntad divina"

And what is the divine will?

It's not the soul or the intellect.

Not imagination, or opinion.

Nor reason, nor thought.

It's not a number, or order.

Largeness or smallness...

Equality or inequality.

It's not alive, nor is it life.

It's not space, matter, science.

It's not goodness, or truth.

Neither darkness, nor light.

Neither error, nor truth.

I'm a politician; I need concrete clues.

You're like other men.

Do you love power?

Yes, magmatically.

Can you give it up?

To whom? There's no-one better.

I think I have a mission to accomplish.

Do you have the stigmata?

Yes...

Yes... sometimes I think I can see them.

Yes, look, even now...

See?

I don't see them.

You're like the rest.

You follow their example.

Stop faking.

No, I'm not like the rest.

I'm different!

I'm not greedy or arrogant.

I'm not a hypocrite.

Im an honest person. I don't steal.

I keep my word...

Tell me that I'm not like the rest.

You're like your voters:

cynical and savage.

Follow your mandate;

we'll fall together.

You and your rich impostors, who keep you

in power, to save them from the poor.

And I, with my stupid flock,

innocent and sinful,

who expect from me the viaticum

for the next life.

You don't love me anymore.

No... you don't love me anymore!

I know... priests are a hindrance.

Confess me... for the last time.

I have the feeling this is our last meeting.

No. I couldn't give you absolution.

You must give me absolution. You must!

Let go!

Think what we represent,

what we are.

You cry like a snivelling woman.

No, no...

To continue, I need your absolution.

What are we without you,

and you without us?

- They...

- I cannot.

Then give me back Voltrano's letter.

Of my own free will.

It's a big decision,

full of meaning, but urgent, right?

- Hon. Bastante?

- Present.

Professor Bastante...

tell me the acronyms of your companies.

As chairman?

Also as vice-chairman,

member of the board, etc, etc.

FARCIP... INALO...

- Thirty billion!

- CIA, PRIAP...

Also PALLOP...

MACRED... ULOP...

- And ITOR.

- You've left one out:

PANSIDER, 50 billion turnover.

Did you forget it?

Yes... PANSIDER. Sorry.

That's all I remember.

- Professor...

- Yes, Mr. President?

Unfortunately... you're on the list.

- Are you sure?

- Sad but true.

- Impossible!

- I'm afraid not...

The 'AR' in FARCIP... puts you in danger.

Danger, you say?

Yes, danger. Do you follow me?

- P...P...Perfectly.

Then I'd advise you to put yourself at the disposal of Arras.

- At their disposal?

- Yes. For your own sake.

- For my sake?

- For your sake.

Where are you taking me?

I'm not ashamed of my democratic past!

I've served my country for 30 years...

- Caprarozza?

- Present.

Your acronyms, please.

AMPER, PEROD, MATER, MASS...

- 25 million!

- 30 million!

ENPEP.

Excuse me, how do you write it?

E...N...P...E...P...

Slowly, please repeat it.

- E... N...

- N for Naples?

- No, Bari.

- B for Bari...

No... P...

- B? - No, P!

What does it stand for?

"Employers National Providential

Emolument Plan."

He doesn't have to worry, right?

I want to go home to Bari.

- You can't leave.

- No, I have to go.

I must leave. I don't want to stay here!

- Enough!

- I don't want to die!

Excuse me. I must go to Rovigo.

Take a seat.

We're up to the letter 'L'.

Mr. President... Rovigo...

- There are three Lombos,

aren't there? - Yes.

- Alfredo?

- Absent.

- Aldo?

- Present.

Tell me your acronyms, please.

MITRA, LOGI, TROP, MIG, TUTTOGAS.

- 23 billion!

- FADER, TULIP, MAGIC, FINS...

That's not all, Lombo.

You... and your brother have shady dealings

with FARGIP for 30 billion a year.

So? It's only a consultancy.

After all, you too, Schiavo,

were a consultant...

- for Michelozzi's FITOD.

- Yes. And for URCEP, too.

That goes for Caprarozza too.

He was chairman.

But TUTTOGAS owned 50% of URCEP,

and was connected to Voltrano's ARABIC,

which owned 68% of the shares

in TUTTOGAS.

Therefore, Caprarozza is in danger.

So am I, as chairman of VISIR,

which owns the biggest parcel

of shares in TULIP,

which is controlled by CROMOR,

through the Modern Bank.

You poor hypocrites. This is the point:

we are all in danger,

myself included,

because involuntarily,

I'm your accomplice.

My soul is... embittered.

I'm... devastated.

- Devastated, my foot!

- No, I am.

I'm really devastated.

You're always saying you're

pained, mortified...

You've tricked us!

You've tricked us,

with your fake sadness.

You're always crying...

Where have you been,

these last 30 years?

Minister five times,

Internal Affairs four times!

- You've had us marked!

- And your brother? Your brother-in-law?

Tell us about EPRAS and MIAOP.

Your father-in-law's a prefect,

your brother-in-law's a general,

and I'm your sister's husband!

Shame on you!

Why don't you tell us about your

secret meetings?

Maybe this is a trap for all of us.

It's absurd! Our President is blameless.

It's defamation.

Cowards! Murderers!

Murderers!

It's nothing...

- What?

- Nothing.

Normal factional fighting.

Don't worry.

I didn't shoot! I didn't.

No, he didn't shoot.

Now the brothers will rise again, right?

Nothing's happened. It's normal.

Look! Look at the TV!

Look at the TV!

- All's well...

- They shot from there.

They shot Don Gaetano.

They've killed him.

He's in the crypt.

Don Gaetano is dead.

You've killed him!

There he is.

Dear God!

This gun has been fired once.

- I heard only one shot.

- I heard three shots.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes