Todo modo Page #7

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No, only one shot.

Definitely suicide.

Yes, suicide...

Why?

Why did he commit suicide?

Why?

That's worth a fortune.

It was auctioned three years ago,

for 50 million.

- This is worth 30 million.

- More like 40.

Nothing apocalyptic.

So, a priest who only acknowledges

divine authority,

on feeling condemned by men too, goes insane.

- Correct.

- Perfect!

He takes revenge on his political enemies.

He kills them.

He kills them one by one... correct?

- May we?

- Please.

Then conscience-stricken, who knows,

he atones and kills himself

with his own hand.

Because he would never have

given any man...

the right to judge him,

and sentence him. Correct?

- Correct.

- We are grateful.

We know that often the great mystics,

as history tells us,

free themselves into the dark

world of madness.

In short, for a priest,

what better occasion...

than spiritual exercises,

to commit a massacre?

Come on, gentlemen -

it's a unique occasion.

Don't be afraid. Come on.

There...

A small personal archive.

Here's the Hon. Voltrano.

Lombo, Mr. President?

The Hon. Ventre...

Caprarozza...

Sorry to tell you, but you were to

the right of Michelozzi.

- No!

- Please... give me a hand.

It's even embarrassing.

- He was about to go abroad?

- Yes.

Yes...

Third and last day

Mother of Christ...

Can a mother... commit the worst of sins?

Suckle...

For power... glory...

honours... and a 7-year mandate.

Cavour...

Garibaldi...

- Excellency, we're late.

- Very well.

Well then... I'm going.

I know everything!

Excuse me.

Well... we're leaving...

But where are we going?

- Who are you?

- Fear not... I'm the cook.

A recommendation...

A little recommendation for my son?

I don't... fine.

- Who are they?

- Epidemic Control workers.

Ah, the epidemic!

- How many dead?

- 58.

- 48?

- No, 58. - 38?

Look...

I'll post him to the Merchant Navy...

My God!

Why do you give me such frights?

I don't understand why this dear friend...

has always had a taste for the macabre.

You too, Dr. Scalambri...?

Don't you remember? Para b... para b...?

The baptism...

I'm to be the godfather,

and you do this...

There's the young man from Rovigo...

We'll send him back to Rovigo.

Ah, the Professor... Professor...

Our...

Father... who art...

This is a war...

I'm the Minister of Internal Affairs,

and if I tell you to shoot, shoot!

How many workers...

were killed in Modena?

Nine...

Then let's make it ten...

Really, Di Mario!

To hold on to power...

Not to relinquish power...

Get up!

Get up!

Now, you can kill me too.

Our...

Father... who art...

in heaven...

hallowed be...

Thy name.

Thy...

kingdom come...

Thy...

will be done...

for CG - May 2009

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