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THE CITY ON TRIAL

Where ya goin'?

Ciccio, look what I found!

Whatcha doin'?

Look down here!

A hat.

Jesus!
What's that doin' there?

Help! Help!

They killed a man!
Pasqual�!

Don't leave me alone!

Pasqual�!
Pasqual�!

# Oh, Mar�! How much
sleep I lose over you!

# Let me sleep,

# while hugging you.

# Oh, Mari!

Porter!

Porter!

What do you want?
- Which floor is Ruotolo on?

The floor below.
- Come down!

# Let me sleep..

The Ruotolo's, right or left?
- Ruotolo?

The right. - Thanks.
- What happened?

Come with me, the lady may need you.

Why? What happened?

The husband had an accident at
Torre Annuziata. - But they're at home!

They found him dead.

He's dead?

The door is ajar. I called
twice but they don't open.

Like they would sleep
with the door open!

Excuse me!
May I come in?

Donna Emilia!

Donna Emilia!

Donna Emilia!

There's nobody here.

Donna Emilia!

The light's still on.

Donna Emilia!

Donna Emilia!

Donna Emilia!

Donna Emilia!

Come on, go!
Take everybody out, Ma'am!

Mr. Ruotolo!

Mr. Ruotolo!

Mr. Ruotolo!

The carriage is ready!

On January 5th, you went
with him to Torre Annunziata.

To Pozzuoli, Sir.
I brought him to Pozzuoli.

Pozzuoli. Not Torre Annunziata.

What time did you get to Pozzuoli.
- Around 3.

I was hungry, so..
- Where did you stop?

He told me stop at the piazza. He got
down, came back later and I took him..

To Torre Annunziata?
- To Naples!

Straight to his house.

Sir, let's be serious.

Pozzuoli is north,
Torre Annunziata is south.

My horse can go far,
but let's be real.

You're the only one who
had keys to the place.

What do you mean, Officer?

I did errands for them
because they had no servants.

You think Don Gennaro
would give the keys to me?

Not even to his wife!
- Why?

Because she almost never went out.
Even to mass, they went together.

Was he jealous?
- Well..

Did they fight?
- Fight?

We lived next door to
each other for 15 years.

I never heard them raise their voices.

Did you visit them often?
- No way!

They never received anyone.
Except on Thursdays.

It was the day for the poor.

How many poor were
there on Thursdays?

Who could count them?

It was a constant up and down!

Sir, with all due respect,
but they even peed on the stairs.

Sir, every Thursday,
you'd see a new face.

You know, the word spreads,
and they'd come like flies.

I never came for charity.
I only asked for medicine.

And you'd resell it, we know.
- Me?

Why did Ruotolo come
to you on January 5th?

On account of a bill.

He was a seller of the finest products.

All the provincial pharmacies
bought from him.

Sometimes he came to Torre Annunziata.

How much did you pay him on
January 5th? - 350 lire.

Here's the bill.
Signed in his own hand.

Why did he leave this
bag at your pharmacy?

I don't know.

He told me he'd be back.
- You were the last who saw him!

Sir, the last who saw
him was the murderer.

Bills sent to his residence.

They're many.

I don't understand why Ruotolo,
in a good position..

It was she who had debts.
Women, you know, have their whims.

Is it possible that with
the money she had

she let the terms expire?
- Why not?

Sir, in a serious business like mine,

perhaps too generous in the appraisal,
sometimes the clients,

instead of returning the money,
prefer to lose the pawn.

What can you do?

That's all I need.

Thank you and forgive the intrusion.
- Anytime!

Good to know.

Should I resign because of this affair,
I'll keep in mind your pawnshop.

Always at your orders.
- Thanks a lot.

From all the strenuous investigations,

nothing remained but a heap of papers,

questions and answers.

The account of all of
these interrogations,

ends up in the hands of the
Judge Antonio Spicacci.

He was usually assigned
the most difficult cases

that came to a hearing.

Matters which required
a man with great intuition

and quick initiative.

For these qualities, and for
an uncommon experience of life

he was preferred to his colleagues
in the investigation of the Ruotolo case.

Antonio, what are you doing?
Still working?

Sorry, Elena,
I really couldn't.

I have too much to do.
- Why didn't you come?

The usual promises of my husband.

A shame! A great performance.
- What can I do, Alfredo?

I have to solve this case.

Please sit, don't stand.
- You want to start chatting now?

What time is it? - You hear him!
They want to leave and go to bed.

Alfredo must tell me the latest.

I stayed in the whole day!

No, no, Elena.

Not on the files, please.

You don't need to add to the confusion.

The kids make enough trouble already.

What's this about the kids?

Look.
Just look!

Am I not right?
On the records of the trial.

Yes, you can laugh.
But these are sensitive things.

They're kids! What do they
know about sensitive things?

Nothing. I'll have to lock up
my study with a key from now on.

If only you slept at nights,
instead of always working.

Why not tell him so, Alfredo?
- Me? - Yes, exactly you.

As a doctor, you should warn him.
- What use would it be with him?

He knows what he's doing.
- But he hasn't slept for a week!

You know I must finish this
by the morning, Elena.

Come, Giulia.
Let's go see the kids.

Careful, don't wake them up.

Well? What has the popular
imagination invented today?

At the theatre tonight they claimed that
Ruotolo killed his wife out of jealousy.

And in turn he was killed by her
lover when he tried to escape.

In this city,

all the crimes end up
as crimes of passion.

Moreover Mrs. Ruotolo wasn't
an ugly woman, was she?

And who would be the lover?

Nobody.
He escaped to America.

It's not important
as long as it's a love story.

It's nicer that way.

This time, the crime was
committed not out of love or greed.

According to you,
what's the motive?

For honor.

Honor.

And almost all these honor crimes

end up being trials against the unknown.

You see all these files?

They belong to other cases
that had no success,

archived.

I consulted them looking for some tie,

a link with this case,
because it exists, I'm sure.

Only there's not a single proof.

And justice can't fight against shadows.

But this is obsession.

Since you did that study on the Camorra,

you see the Camorra everywhere.

No surprise you see them here.

I know you think I'm fixated, yet,

I think this time,
I'll arrive at the same place.

The same conclusion:

a trial against unknowns.

You think with this formula,
you can solve anything?

No, I wouldn't presume so much.

But you often told me in some cases
you need to know when to settle for it.

This time I have to, also because
I don't know what else to do.

But this time it's the others
who won't settle for this!

Read the papers. Look.

EVEN THE LAST SUSPECTS SET FREE

You have to to take into account
how upset the public is.

Yes, but we can't arrest people just
to make the public or papers happy.

I had to let them go
because there wasn't any proof.

There's no basis for an accusation.

And yet, from the top they continue
to insist, to put pressure.

Yes, but justice is not omnipotent.

They should put pressure
on the police instead of us.

We've got beans!
What can we do?

I agree totally,
dear Judge.

But you see, in giving this
very sensitive case to you,

we all shared the illusion,
including myself,

that you could do miracles,

that you could produce
with the little you had,

a conclusive case.

Thanks for the trust.

But I believe, I couldn't do
more than I've already done.

Why not continue?
Why close the case?

Do this at least: don't close it.

What hasn't happened today perhaps
will happen tomorrow out of the blue.

Keep on with it,
keep searching.

Believe me, it's necessary
for justice, for all.

Don't doubt that the police
will also be stirred.

Come on, Sergeant.

Won't you help your countrymen?

I'll send you a gift.
- No gifts!

Morning, Judge. - The commissioner in?
- Yes, Sir, I'll let him know.

Is he with anyone? - Two gentlemen.
Commissioner, Judge Spicacci.

Please, Judge, come in.
- No, finish up. I can wait.

Not at all!
I was just coming to see you. Please.

Don Lu�, if you speak to the commissioner,
I'm sure he'll say yes.

When we're in America, we won't bother
you anymore. - Let me see the papers.

Well, they've released you this morning.

When did they detain you?
- January 5th, Sergeant.

I've heard it from the chief!
He called me on purpose.

Too few arrests!
Who can I arrest? My mother?

Sergeant, the papers!

You know very well, Judge,
that I've tried my best.

Has anybody claimed the inheritance?
- There are no relatives,

only an old uncle of his in Potenza.
While she was from Bologna.

Look at this: "No arrests in the case."
Why do they interfere?

Since there are no relatives,
and nobody really cares,

the newsmen feel obligated to cry.
They feel part of the family. What is it?

Nothing urgent, Sir.

I only wanted to ask you if you could
give a visa to this young man.

He wants to emigrate with his wife.
He's already petitioned for it.

If not, he'll end up a thief.

He already tried a few times
but was always caught.

How strange!

Didn't you notice this?

January 5th.

Send him in.

Maybe it's the wrong date,
it's not possible.

They would've noticed.

All the police stations were informed.

The Commissioner wants to see you.

Sergeant, may the Virgin bless you.
Will they give the visa now?

You're surprised that the police forgot?

Your name is Luigi Esposito.

Yes, Sir.
- Sit down.

You'd like to emigrate, right?

For a long time. I have a
brother in Buenos Aires.

I don't have a job and
I'll wind up in trouble. - Exactly!

I want to change my life, Sir.
- Naturally.

There's no time to lose. You must get
away, and with the police's permission.

I want to do it by the rules.
- Good.

Explain to me one thing.

What were you doing in
Torre Annunziata on January 5th?

January 5th?
- Yes.

The day the police took you in.

They took me in for climbing a wall
in a villa trying to steal vegetables.

I was freed yesterday, with a warning.

Do you have witnesses?
Who saw you? Who was with you?

Sir, what witnesses? The police
detained me. - Where were you?

Who was with you?
Answer.

What were you doing there on the day and
hour when Gennaro Ruotolo was killed?

Me?

There won't be any problems,
he'll get it, right?

Why don't you go home, Nunzia?
It'll take a while.

The Commissioner is questioning him.
You're wasting your time here.

I'm sorry.

I'll wait for him outside.
Can you tell Luigino?

Have patience, Nunziat�.

It doesn't matter, Don Lu�.
- I can't do anything now.

Listen..

This door is never closed!
Never!

Get me all the records on this Esposito
and tell the clerk not to leave.

Him?

But I've never seen him, I swear.

I've never met him, you must believe me!

You must admit it's a little strange

that a person from Naples would go
to steal vegetables in Torre Annunziata.

It wouldn't be worth
the cost of the train.

You say you want to emigrate, right?

You need our help.
But look,

If you told the truth and can prove it,

I promise, we'll help you.
- And you'd better!

Or I'll put you in jail and you'll rot..
- You want to..

You want to jeopardize
your future for.. for what?

You're afraid to harm someone.
Because you stole nothing.

Sir, I'll tell the truth,
I swear on the Madonna.

But I can't give names.

Let's hear the truth.

Sir, I wasn't alone at Torre Annunziata,
I was with a friend.

We were going to rob that villa.

But it came to nothing because
he didn't show up and..

How did he not show up?
You went together.

We went together.

But at the station,
each went his own way.

We were supposed to meet at the villa.
I waited a long time.

Then I thought I made a mistake and that
we were supposed to meet in the garden.

So I climbed the wall to see.

The rest you know.
- Bravo Esposito!

You thought it all out, eh?

You have a friend but you won't say who.
You were together, then you weren't.

Excuse me,

your friend didn't meet up with you?

You didn't commit the theft.

And you spent two months in jail and he
nothing at all only for an intended theft.

And you're still afraid?

Come on, how can you
compromise yourself so?

What do you fear from your friend?
He's set much better off than you.

He didn't even meet up with you.

You see, Judge..

Sir, I..

Don't worry, Esposito.
Listen.

You want to emigrate, right?

You want our help?
Why don't you trust us?

I believe you told the truth.

Or you wouldn't have come here
today to ask for permission.

I saw you talking with the sergeant.

Is the girl your wife?
- Yes.

Judge, you're too patient with
those who don't deserve it.

Sir, I don't want to harm anybody.

I only want..

His name is Capezzuto.

Capezzuto..?

Armando.
- Where is he?

He was near the Concordia,
but now I don't know.

Sir, they'll let me go
when it checks out?

Of course. When it checks out.

You'll allow us to check
how many lies you told us?

Don't be afraid.

If you told the truth,
there's nothing to fear.

Again? Are you fond of coming here?

I came to see Cifariello, the sergeant.

He's long gone!
- How is that possible?

I haven't moved from here! - So what?
You think this is the only way out?

But my husband was
with the commissioner!

Ma'am, I'm very sorry.
But your husband is no longer here.

He's at the courthouse.

THE LAW IS HARSH
BUT IT IS THE LAW

Come in.

Go on, come in.

What's your name?

Armando Capezzuto,
son of Alberto. Merchant.

Of what?

Above all... the middleman.

The sergeant will have told
you what we want to know.

Our buddy has a feeble memory.

But I'll refresh it for him.

Come on, answer.
Where were you on January 5th?

Excuse me, Judge,

but if you were asked what
you did on January 5th,

I bet you wouldn't remember either.
- You'd better remember, believe me!

Let's see, January 5th was Epiphany eve?

Whom were you with?

Usually, these holidays are
spent with friends or family.

You're right, Judge.
Who ever thought of Epiphany?

I was just with my family, as you said.

At home with mommy.

Too bad, the testimony of
relatives don't count.

No Sir, my family was away,
I was only with my fianc�e.

She's not a relative and can testify.

You see judge, my fianc�e
was at my house the night of Epiphany.

The eve and the day after.
We never went out, not even from the room.

I'm used to spending the holidays
in bed, resting with good company.

We got engaged in those days,
if you want to know.

I met Liliana on New Year's Eve.
- That's great!

So you didn't go to Torre Annunziata.

Me?

Torre Annunziata?

To do what?

Try to remember.

Torre Annunziata, January 5th.

Judge, if you asked me this right
from the start, we'd be done by now.

I think, the last time I was there was..
was 2 years ago.

Yes, that's it.

2 years..

You were saying..

Arm�!

Tell it like it is, right?

Tell it for both our sakes.
We didn't steal, tell them!

If they suspect the both of us, they'll
implicate us in the Ruotolo case, get it?

Hey, what do you want?

What are you talking about?
Who you wanna get into trouble?

Don't you know him?

I know him.
He's from my neighborhood.

But I never had anything to do with him.

Take him away. - Arm�!
Arm�, listen to me!

One minute, let me speak!

One minute, let me explain!

Arm�! Arm�!

Talk Arm�! Tell the truth! Arm�!

Capezzuto, you'd do well to talk.
- I said all I know.

Oh, yeah?

Let's change our method.

We'll see if you'll talk.

What's the girl's name?

Liliana.

Liliana Ferrara.

You're in agreement, eh?

Happen what will, you were together,

in bed, everyday and at every moment.

Where is this Liliana?
At your house?

In bed with you, even now!
- Where does this fianc�e live?

Send someone to my house.

She drops by there every day.

What did I say? At your house.
She'll be memorizing her part.

If she's not at my place,
she's at her home.

My mother can send for her.
- Can we know where she lives?

She's from a good family, I can't
compromise her. - What's the address?

She lives at..

a boarding house.

Tortorella Boarding House,
Via San Gaetano,

at Spaccanapoli.

Come on!

Are you coming in?

Girl, there's people!

Evening, gentlemen.
- Evening.

Miss Liliana Ferrara, please.
- Is she back?

Wait here a moment,
I call the mistress.

Giud�, are those cards coming or not?
- One moment. Miss Liliana, it's for you.

Wait, girl!
- I'll see to the mistress.

I'll be back.
- Alright.

Come in.

Good evening, darling.

Good evening.

Well?
Are you in a bad mood?

Sergeant!
Sergeant!

What's happening?
- It's the police.

You're my relative, got it?

Have you seen it, Judge?
Some boarding house!

Gambling, rooms rented by the hours
and there goes the boarders! See!

I'll get it!
I'll get it!

What are you doing here?
This is an honorable house!

He was escaping down the stairs.

Good, let's begin and nobody leaves!

I wasn't escaping, Sergeant.

Can we talk by ourselves?

How long have you been
engaged to Armando Capezzuto?

You know he's being detained?
- Armando?

Why, what did he do?

That's what we want to know.

And you..

can help us.

Did he tell you himself?

I asked you how long you've been engaged.

Not since yesterday, obviously.

For a year?

I don't remember.

Didn't he tell you?

What did you do on last January 5th,
Epiphany Eve?

Epiphany Eve? I was with Armando
at his house, the day before and after.

The day before and after, eh?

We know that Capezzuto
on the 5th wasn't in Naples.

Not in Naples?

Did he say he was?
- Yes.

At Torre Annunziata.
- You mean Pozzuoli.

Pozzuoli? - Of course,
I was with him at Pozzuoli.

No, you were in his house,
you just said so.

No, honestly I was confused before.
We were in Pozzuoli, I swear it.

For an outing.

If you don't believe me,
ask the mistress. She went too.

Excuse me, Commissioner,
but this is a bit excessive.

A game among friends,
and he writes "illegal gambling".

Wouldn't you know,
this boarder was feeling ill.

So this gentleman who knows medicine
peeked in her room to see how she was.

And that one wrote "house for trysts".

Maybe the peek was too long.
Write! Write!

Mastello'! Have you looked in every room?
I want them all.

Sir, this girl said she's ill.

Another? We have the cure!
Come on, no more fuss!

Sir, I demand an explanation.
This must be due to gossip. - Ma'am.

What? - Come a moment with me.
- Go ahead ma'am! Mastello', with me!

Well, you see, Ma'am,

I need some information.

Is it true..

Please, sit.

Is it true that on January 5th,
Miss Ferrara

spent the day out of Naples?
- How should I know, Sir?

When they leave, I don't follow them,
I have a lot to do here.

Yet you should know.

The girl went to Pozzuoli
with her fianc�,

and it seems you went along.

But she's crazy! Me?

You deny it? - I do, I do.
I know nothing about this story.

Ah! Don Felippetti, they woke you up?

It's nothing, don't be afraid.

This gentleman has come to..
- Who are you?

Don Felippetti is a poor man,
he hasn't any family.

He helps me out with the books,

You know there's so much poverty.
What are they doing?

It was you in there, eh?

Why didn't you open?

Are you a client or an
employee of the lady?

I'm not an employee of the lady.
- What, don't you help with the books?

Yes, I do the books but for the owner.

You aren't the owner?
- I am!

How am I not the owner? The house is
called Tortorella and I'm Tortorella.

Don Felippetti, are you
a dotard or still asleep?

Mrs. Tortorella, I don't know what
you said to these gentlemen.

For my part, I declare I'm not your
employee, and if I'm here..

You! It was you, eh?
I should've expected it.

An anonymous letter, right Sir?
Like teacher, like pupil.

But I'll show you who
Amalia Tortorella is!

I'll teach you to send anonymous letters!
- One moment.

One moment, let me understand.
The owner is not this lady?

I don't know what anonymous
letter you're talking about!

For 2 months I've been saying that
you may want trouble, but I don't.

Here someone must speak, so I will.

I was charged with doing the books
by a third party, now deceased.

But the boarding house is in her name.
- For me, the owner is Mrs. Vecchioni.

But this Vecchioni..
- Emilia Vecchioni?

Mrs. Ruotolo.

Emilia Ruotolo? - Yes.
- Why didn't you report her right away?

They prevented me all they could.

I've been confined here for 2 months.

They spied on me when I went out.
They threatened me.

She even manhandled me!

Disgusting worm!
That's what you are!

Did you know the victim?

The poor Mrs. Ruotolo?
- What "Mrs."? What "victim"?

Emilia, "La Bolognese".
That's right!

You knew of Mrs. Ruotolo,
Lady Charity. Yeah, right!

She lived the same life as me and worse.

Tortorella, stick to the facts!
- These are the facts.

I retired before she did.

This boarding house, I paid for
penny by penny. I was the sole owner.

But when the earthquake
ruined the staircase,

and the Minister of Health was
going to declare it uninhabitable,

I didn't have a cent.

I went to her to get a loan,
we made a mortgage.

At maturity, she's suddenly my partner.

And if the house is still open,

she says, it's only because
her husband has contacts in city hall.

And they forced on me this leech
who sucks me dry. - Me?

Take my word for it: starving wages.

I'm a credited accountant.
I cashed in and cashed out.

So you saw the Ruotolo often?

No.

I deposited money on their account,
but I hardly saw them.

When were you last time at their home?

How I can remember? Long ago.

Are you sure you didn't go
on Epiphany Eve?

Me? No, I swear!

Besides that day I wasn't in Naples,
I was in Pozzuoli.

You denied that earlier.
- Ah, no. Sorry, I was confused.

You said January 5th.
I wasn't thinking.

The Epiphany Eve we were in Pozzuoli.
Didn't Liliana tell you? For an outing.

Moreover, you can ask the others too.

Carmela, Maria, Adelina.

We ate together at Totonno a Mare.
- Tortor�, tell me,

are all those girls still here?

No, Adelina went away,
she got a contract at a theater.

Adelina?
- Yes, Adelina Leonardi.

And?
- Wait, who else was there?

Yes, a young man I know little,
called Gennarino the Stubborn.

A known repeat offender.
- The others? Carmela?

She left.

She was a bad lot and I sent her away.
- Where is she?

So, Carm�! Well?

Who told you I was at Totonno a Mare?
Was it Mezzarecchia?

Come with me. - Another dirty trick
from that jerk, after all the others!

Who is Mezzarecchia, your friend?
- He was. - Where is he now?

Locked up in jail. Even from there
he bugs me! - Come on!

Talk, Mezzar�.
Just a little information.

Were you at Pozzuoli
with Carmela on January 5th?

Sergeant, I have nothing
to do with that tramp.

Ask Don Salvatore "The tiler",
who's now her protector.

She must've gone with him.
- Mezzar�, we know you were at Pozzuoli.

I don't know anything,
talk to my lawyer.

The nerve!

One moment, shut up!

Here I am, sir.
Pasta with tomato sauce?

You must come with me. I want to
know about this affair in Pozzuoli.

And leave the customers?

Boy, that's parmesan, not sawdust!

Sir, I told you I don't know anything.
I go sometimes to Pozzuoli.

But who remembers January 5th, come on.

Don Salvatore, come to me
at 8 in the morning. That clear?

It's clear, Sir.
- Good.

Sir, Gennarino is working at
the San Ferdinando theater.

Let's go.

I told him 100 times that while he's out
on his word, he must be home by sunset.

Let's see who's more stubborn!

Actually, the theater owner says
Gennarino did it to help him out.

An actor fell sick and
all the tickets were sold.

Madonna, you want to drive me crazy,
poor woman!

You want my son to die!
What can I do? What can I do?

You see these hands?

They're thin, but around your
throat they'll turn to steel,

and strangle you!

My son, what have you done?
May trouble befall you!

To disgrace this poor lady.
I curse you!

I curse you!

Don't curse me, mother!
I have sinned and I will pay.

I hear a noise! The guards,
flee, they'll arrest you, flee!

Come with me.
- I have to finish the scene.

Finish it with me!
- I must finish it.

Father.

I turn myself in. - My baby,
you're handsome even between the guards!

Poor son, mommy's heart!
- No, no!

Where are you taking my dear son now?

How many do I need?
Can't you see I have some already?

Don't be funny.

Are you finished with the customers?

Don Salvatore, I thought it over.
I need you tonight, buck up.

Move, go on, move.

Sir, the fifth act?

They'll come see at the station.
- What will I do?

In Pozzuoli, the Epiphany Eve?
Sure, I remember it perfectly.

Thank god, at least you remember.
Who was with you?

Many people, my fianc�.. - Who's that?
- Amedeo Contursi. - The optometrist?

Yes. - My compliments.
- You're on.

# A strange name I chose:
"Nin� the Corkscrew"

# Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh! Oh!

# Goodbye, my beautiful Naples,
I'll never you see more.

# Oh! Oh! Oh!
The Corkscrew has to go.

"Optometrist Contursi"

They should let us work in peace,
without meddling.

Didn't I say that?
- Yes, you said it.

We're both in this together.

You should've told me before you let
Filippetti go. I would've told you not to.

We stopped him only yesterday.
- It wasn't my idea to release him!

The chief called me, what could I do?
Put yourself in my shoes, Judge.

Unfortunately, I understand too well.

And the chief was solicited by Di Mauro,
the editor of the "Whip".

Of course, the Press...

Don't get mad, Judge,
it's a question of timing.

When we want the accountant,
we'll find him.

Yes, but it's a question of principle.
- Better to get results, believe me.

Let's cut to the chase, we're on
the right road! - We are, aren't we?

No doubt, but, if I may, we're wasting
time looking for accomplices,

while we already have the guilty ones.
- Like who? - Esposito.

And Capezzuto. We have them!
Let's not get off the point.

I don't understand why we do this trip.

The office seemed too tight.

I wished to take an outing.
- Thank goodness.

Good day, Judge. Good day, Commissioner.
- Good day. - Good day.

When can we begin?
- Right away, Judge.

Commissioner, have all of them
wait on the second floor.

Come on, get down, let's go.

Move it, move it.

Good day.

Arm�!
Armando!

Sergeant, bring the carriages
to the back of the building.

Sir, you don't like me.
- You think so, why?

Whatever happens, who do you nab?
Pasqualino the "17"!

I told you many times
I have nothing to do with this.

17, where there's trouble, there's you.
- You're wrong.

So you take me out of habit,
Sir, is that it?

Excuse me, Sir, may I?
- What do you want? - What have I done?

Ask her, she knows.
- How should she know?

Who put her in that house? She's a minor.
- What's that got to do my fianc�?

Some fianc�e. He puts you in
that house and lives off you.

What a thing to say?
- Move on!

What a way to treat a gentleman!
Did anybody see that?

No one's safe.

That's what his wife said.

The owner is in no condition to speak,
he's expecting a doctor to bleed him.

Well, put him under guard.
He's not to speak to anyone. - Done.

The Commissioner, if I'm not mistaken.
- Excuse the inconvenience. The Judge.

Good day, Sir. - Good day. And the lady?
- Adelina Leonardi, she was invited too.

Excuse us, we need to try something
on the spot. - We're at your service.

The shipowner Spinelli, right?
- Yes, sir. - Please, after you.

We'll be done quickly.

Excuse me, Sir.
I'm Mr. Chianese.

I was told to come here.

Yes, Mastellone sent him.
- Please, after you. - Thank you.

I'll call you, Commissioner.

I imagine..

I imagine you already know
what this is about. Miss..

Madam, sorry.

She remembers perfectly the circumstances
and actions on Epiphany Eve,

with Mr. Contursi and Mr. Spinelli,
is that not correct? - Yes.

And it was undoubtedly Epiphany Eve?

You remember it well, Madam?
- Yes, I remember it perfectly.

Right, Amedeo?

Do you remember which
table you ate at?

If I'm not mistaken,
we sat at that table.

Perhaps, but I wouldn't swear to it.

By all means, you're right.
There were four of you?

Alone?

Yes, four of us.

Yes, the lady and.. was it this table?
- Yes.

Mr. Contursi, Mr. Spinelli,
Mr. Chianese. Good.

I see no reason to hold you any longer.

Dear Judge.

I didn't think to find you here.

How is your wife?

Excuse me..
- I'm the jeweler De Nicola.

Ah, yes!

I received this summons.
And here I am, on time.

How can I serve you, Judge?

Well.. I only want to know if you
ate here some time ago.

What, don't you remember?

I wouldn't have remembered
either unless you asked me.

Maybe, when?

Don't worry, your friends
remember the date.

Were you at this table?

Well, to be honest..
- You see how easy it is to forget?

Then there were 5,

not 4.

Commissioner!

Please, bring in...

Do you know a certain Liliana,
who says she's your friend?

Please, would you sit at your table?

Miss, do you think they're all here,
the people you ate with on January 5th?

But, Judge..
- One moment.

I think so,
but I couldn't swear to it.

Everybody sit at your places,

the places you had on January 5th.

Go on, please.

You'll remember more or less
whom you were next to.

Were you also at this table?

Where were you seated?

A little quiet, please!

Don't play around, go sit down.

The judge will have to tell me where,
remember I have nothing to do with it.

Where must I sit?

So where did you sit, Miss?

More or less..

here, I think.

Yes, Mr. Contursi sat next to me.

And.. Armando.
If I'm not mistaken.

I know it's not easy to
remember after so long,

But Mr. Contursi swears
he ate at this table only

with his friends.

Yet the lady says that she
ate here with you.

And she even remembers the seat.

Mrs. Tortorella,..

I must inform you that
she remembers that also.

Maybe, it's a case of
collective suggestion.

Or maybe the gentlemen..

are mistaken.

Have we made up our minds?

Don't get upset, shall I sit here?
- And you?

Next to him, right? - What are you saying?
I was next to Mrs. Tortorella.

Judge, you must excuse us.

We never thought you would give
such importance to our escapade.

To be honest, it was just an outing,

and it would be very unpleasant
if my wife found out.

I was here and I said so.

With whom? And then,
truly, I didn't really think that you..

But, if it's like that..

We sat together, right?

Yes. - Judge.., correct me if I'm wrong,
but it all seems clear.

The tables were put together, right?

Yes or no?
- Yes.

Then let's put them together!

If this one's here, I'm leaving.

I'll break your face!
- Silence! Silence!

Come here!

Sir, I don't remember anything,
except I know I wasn't here.

Sir, do you want to cause a bloodbath?

These fight like cats and dogs.
Sit in my seat.

Are you done? - OK.

Judge, since we're all here,
why don't we get a pizza?

Easily said! And who pays?
- Enough! Enough!

Are you sure everybody's here?

Is anybody missing, by chance?

Why, aren't we enough, Judge?

Where did Mr. Ruotolo sit?

I asked where Gennaro
Ruotolo sat?

Well, Miss?

But, I didn't know him.

Mr. Chianese?
- I hardly knew him by sight.

But he wasn't the type
who liked to go on trips,

I assure you.

Miss Maria, did you know him?
- I never met him. - Never.

Who had anything to do with him?
- And you, Ma'am?

But since yesterday I told you that
I haven't seen them for 3 years.

3 years.

I never met him.

And you, Mr. De Nicola?

Judge, I met Mr. Ruotolo
on the charity committee,

and if I tell you he wasn't here,
you must believe me.

Nothing to do with it.
- And you?

I don't know Ruotolo.

I've only seen him in the papers.

Like I know him?

But Judge, on January 5th
Ruotolo was killed,

how could he be here?

Commissioner, bring in
the restaurant staff.

Armando.

Armando.
- What do you want?

You want to keep quiet?
- Who's talking?

It was me who moved.
We're not statues.

Remain quiet.

All the staff is new, eh?

And your husband is in bed. Of course.

You never came out of the kitchen
and never saw anybody, that right?

Judge, don't get upset.

The staff is hired at the start of
the season, because I cook in winter.

I only know the patrons who
stick their noses in the kitchen.

Ah, Mr. Spinelli, for example,
who needs to see it all with his own eyes.

Ain't that right, Sir?
- Who's serving, then?

When we have a banquet
we hire extra waiters.

So anybody who served on January
5th is no longer here. - No.

And no one can say if they
seen this face on that day.

No one?

Do you know him?
- I don't.

Have you ever see him?
Look well.

Never.

And you?

Me neither, Sir.
- One moment, let me see it.

Ah, yes, I know him.
- Who are you?

Strummulillo, at your service.
- Strummul�,

the gentleman is looking for
the people who wait tables,

are you a waiter now?

He cleans the boats, what would he know?

I work harder than a waiter
and I've been here for 20 years.

Sir, I know that man,

I assure you that I caused his death.

What are you talking about?
- It was the only time my curses worked.

Then, this man,
you knew him well?

Jesus, I only saw him once,

but it was enough to hurt my leg,
he looked like a jinx.

Then, you saw him for the
first time on January 5th?

Yes, Sir, the Epiphany Eve.

Good.

And you say he ate here..

with all these people?
- No.

Didn't we say so, Judge?
- Now, who's right?

You didn't trust us.
- Now you'll be satisfied.

But he came looking for them.

He sought them afterward?

But they had just left,
I was cleaning up the tables.

Didn't you say you worked
on the boats? - Be clear.

Where did you see Ruotolo?
What's the story?

Who the heck is this?
- The Commissioner.

Excuse me.
- Begin at the start.

I was doing that.

I put the ladies in the boat..
- A moment.

Come here.
Are these the ones? You recognize them?

Yes, they seem to be the very same.

Yes, this one I know.

It was she who suggested
to go on a boat trip.

It was a rough sea, Sir. I told them
after they ate it would upset them.

This one said, "No, let's go, let's go!"

And she was the first, with all due
respect, who puked her guts out,

and then the rest of them did too.
Just imagine the scene!

Did only the ladies go on the boat?

The men didn't go?
- It was a boat, not a ocean liner.

Someone else could have fit in,

but the men had else on their minds.
In fact, when we landed,

they had left without
waiting for the ladies.

And you grumbled about it, didn't you?
- Fine, listen,

you saw the people who ate here.

Are they these?

The ladies, yes.
the men perhaps too,

but I don't know.

I only saw them from afar, while
they left and there were lots of them.

You mean these people weren't
the only ones here on January 5th?

Only these? No way!

Most honorable and illustrious Judge,

you're wasting your time
with this half-wit.

Sir, I'm not a half-wit.

a banquet that size I've only seen given
to the marriage of the mayor's daughter.

How many?

If you're patient, we can figure it
out by counting the tables.

If you're in a hurry,
I'd say about 70 settings.

70 settings. Are you sure?
- A crowd, Sir!

But, yes, wait, perhaps he's right.

You remember? We met Mercogliano here.

Yes, that's right.
- The one who's in America.

And at the end of dinner, he came
to our table with his friends.

but he wasn't with us, he joined us later.
- Yes, later, later.

And then, the 70 people?

Who they were, where from,
I don't know this.

I only know that I put
the tables in place myself.

I was putting outside
those they had used inside,

when I saw come by the man

in the photo who was later murdered,

He made an impression on me,
because despite the cold,

and the wind that was blowing,
he was sweating like it was summer.

He approached me and asked me,

Has everybody left?
And how long ago?

He asked me many questions,
without giving me time to answer,

as little as I could answer.
Who was there, who was not,

if there was a redhead, he asked
me 10 times if there was a redhead.

Was there an old man?

With a scarred face,

with a red mustache?

He went to find the owner, but he wasn't
there because he left with the men.

Then it happened what happened.

I still can't believe it,
he had to be a jinx.

I broke my knee, I thought,
now he'll give me a good tip.

But what did he do? He put his hat on
and left as if I wasn't even there.

He didn't even thank me, that stinker.

I saw him walk down the street,

and later saw him in the papers.
He deserved it.

So then,

none of you knew
Gennaro Ruotolo, right?

But Gennaro Ruotolo
knew all of you,

he looked for you, ran after you.
But none of you..!

None of you knew him.

Come here, clerk.

Take down these people's statements

on their relationship
to Gennaro Ruotolo.

I bet you're the owner.

Great! Great!
Come Strummul�, you have work,

you need to bring more places.
- Yes, Sir.

I'm glad you're feeling better.

Yes, better.

Much better.

What are we waiting for?

What do you want from us?

I didn't know Ruotolo,
not even by name.

We told you where we were.

But not whom you were with.
- Even whom we were with?

But names?
Who knows names?

You think they give us first and
last name and address?

I don't even know all
the names of these here.

Like..

Him for example,
he came lots of times to see me,

I call him darling,
and he calls me the same.

But does he know my name?
Liliana. So what?

Leave us in peace.
- This isn't funny anymore.

I think this is illegal.

He's right.
- He's right.

What he is saying is a holy truth!

They brought in 2 coaches for dinner.

And in Nadone's coach,
there was only Mimi the "Frenchman".

They told us that we had to
entertain some gentlemen,

but it wasn't any fun.

I've never seen a sadder banquet.

When they made a toast,
someone started to cry.

Someone began to cry?

Is he present?
- No, he's not.

The one who had the brother in jail.

Miss Liliana,

could you tell me the name of
this man so sensitive to the music?

I don't know his name.
I think..

I think it was Alfonso.

Do you remember at
least where he sat?

I think he was sitting down there.

Miss Maria, do you remember
if he was over there?

I believe so.

What's the matter, are you sick?
- No.

Alfonso, eh?

Right.

Where did you get to know him?

In my room.

Sometimes he came to the house.

He comes on purpose
so I'll sing the songs he writes.

He composes by ear,
but with much feeling.

He had written a song and
asked me to sing it after dinner.

He wanted to play it for
his friends who came in later.

I sing well, Judge.
The song is very good.

That's why he began to cry.

Could you sing this song for us?

Certainly, but.. I don't have
any music to accompany me.

Who accompanied you that day?
Were there strolling musicians?

He accompanied me.

Alicco.

What do you play?

Guitar, but how can I play
if I'm handcuffed?

Next to the song's author,
sitting down there,

who else was there?

I don't remember.

Maybe those men who came later?

Judge, I've told you all.
I don't know anymore.

# Goodbye, my friends,

# raise your glasses.

# This toast is sad and bitter.

# I raise it to remember

# the one who lost his liberty.

# The law is the law,
and with my toast I accuse

# the cause of this infamy.

# Betrayal.

# Brother, who is locked away,

# who's far away and cannot return.

# Isn't the guilty one
going to pay for this,

# who has stained the honor of society?

# Betrayal.

# A letter from a man without a heart,

# stole my brother from me
and broke his word.

# They say he is a man of honor.

# Friends, isn't there anyone who cries,

# "Betrayal".

Why was this song written?

Sir.

Pardon me if I interrupt.

You'll say that I swore I wasn't here,
and it's not right for me to speak.

But I swear and I confirm I wasn't here,
and that's why I can speak.

You can interrogate these people
until tomorrow but they won't talk.

Sir, I'm off pitch when I sing.

And yet, I wish this song were mine,

because who wrote it is a man.

A man like me and all the others.

We all wrote it.

Each and all.

Indeed, this song was sung before
it occurred to anybody to write it.

Words and music by somebody
who has blood in his veins.

Who believes in honor,
who knows that the law is the law.

"Is it you who say this?"

"You who have stolen,
you who have killed?"

Yes, Sir.
I have robbed and killed.

But they caught me and
I paid for it, and how!

Commissioner Perrone knows his
job and that's why they pay him.

Respectfully, I raise my hat.

Hey, lawyer. Shut up or
you won't be able to.

Sir.

Above the law where you get handcuffed
and put in a cell for doing wrong,

there's another law
that you can't break:

The law of the men of honor.

And modestly speaking,
even a criminal has honor, Sir.

He has honor, Commissioner!

You steal with me but I pay for it alone?

I don't care.
You get rich and I pay.

No matter.
I won't tell.

I don't give names.
They beat me and I say nothing.

They arrest me and I say nothing,
but I don't send anonymous letters!

He who breaks the code commits an
infamous act, and infamy only pays once.

Commissioner Perrone, I have an alibi and
a good one. But I only tell my lawyer.

You think I was here.

I'm not worried.

I like the company.

They're gentlemen who have
come to have fun by the sea.

But if it wasn't ordered that at sunset
I must be home and not in Pozzuoli,

I wish I had the honor, by the Madonna,

of being in Torre Annunziata
face to face with that man,

who could no longer stay among men, and
who offended the name of San Gennaro.

Anonymous letters, eh?

Letters without signatures.

I can well imagine who was the author.
One who doesn't admit his own actions,

who hides under seemly
clothes his indecency.

Anonymous letters. The police
archives are filled with them.

Likely also from Gennaro Ruotolo,

the saint that went to charity meetings.

whose avarice was supported
by a house of bad fame.

Right, Ma'am?

With an anonymous letter, one is free from
inopportune competition or accomplices.

And if it doesn't damage you
directly, it does it to a relative,

to a brother.

You also knew that Ruotolo
was guilty of betrayal.

Of infamy, as you would say.

Then, who would kill him,

if not the betrayed friend?

Miss Liliana,

you didn't just sing a song,

you sang an accusation,
an accusation set to music.

I know nothing of that.
I only know what I told.

The song's author had a brother in jail
because of a letter sent to the police.

Sent by whom?

By Gennaro Ruotolo!

Who asked you to go on the boat?

I don't know, it was Mrs. Tortorella.
- Of course, she who gets seasick!

But the men don't move, they stay here.

What did they do while
you were gone? - I don't know.

I tell you what they did.

While the ladies were on the boat,

they condemned to death a traitor!

This tribunal condemned to death
Emilia and Gennaro Ruotolo,

guilty of dishonor,

for having sent anonymous letters
to the police denouncing someone.

And the sentence was carried out that
night at Torre Annunziata.

I issue an arrest warrant
for everybody here!

What are you saying?

I'm hoping to fill the
missing places soon!

PAWN SHOP

Mr. Alfonso,

I went there very early,

but they wouldn't tell me if he's
in prison, or still held by the police.

Why didn't you come to see me
as soon as they detained him?

I didn't know that you..

But you did come today, right?

Don Alfonso,

if you don't accept as
pawn this mattress,

I won't be able to eat tonight.

I told her! Yeah,
now we start to hock even mattresses!

So, you couldn't find out
why they detained him?

That would take a lawyer.

What can I do?

How much should I give her, 5 lire?

Fine, 5 lire.

It's all wool and it's only for a while,
until Luigino comes back.

Else, where would he sleep?

Nunziat�!
Have you seen Nunziatina?

She's at the pawn shop.
- Why, what's the matter?

Her husband's out.

Don't you want the receipt?
- I'll be right back.

Luig�!

Did you see my brother?
- I was kept in the bullpen.

And Gennarino?
- You think I was in Poggioreale?

Any message from Vincenzino?

I was at the police station I said!
- Luig�! You're out? - Hi.

Luig�!

What happened? What did you do?
You scared me to death.

Nothing happened, Nunziata.

How bad you look, did they feed you?

Glad you're back. - Thanks.
- I know, but more from fear.

You thought it was serious?
- What happened?

Nothing really, Concetta.
- Good day.

I have to tell you the truth,
this time it got ugly.

I thought you said it was nothing.
- Forget it.

But they're giving us the passport, soon.

The judge promised me himself.

I'm sure it was him who had me set free.

Nunziat�n, where's the mattress?

It was either the mattress or food.
You got money?

How can I?

I'm in need of a mattress,
but you need to eat, right?

You notice?

A little.

Think about the child.

Will you make him suffer like me?

He won't be born here.

He'll be born in Buenos Aires,
in San Pablo, in New York.

I swear, Nunziata.
- May I?

How come, Mr. Navona said it was OK.
- So then?

You want the groom to sleep on the ground?
- And the money?

Think about his health.
- Good day, Mr. Navona.

So you got away with it.
- Why, what have I done?

For that damned January 5th when I got
held and I didn't even steal anything?

Nothing, not even a pin, believe me.
I've paid enough, right?

And Capezzuto?

He didn't understand it was
better to talk, to tell the truth.

Talk about what?

If he hadn't listened me both of us
would be in a big mess, Mr. Navona.

He owes it to me that it ended well.
So I can leave now.

My son!
No let him go!

What's up?

Donna Margher�!

Donna Margher�!

Hurry, they're taking your son!

Nann�, what is it?

Armando Capezzuto's mother
has had an attack,

the guards have come to
take her other son.

Donna Margher�!

Donna Margher�!

How is this possible?

They're arresting also his brother.

Get in, come on.

She's half bled white from hemorrhage.
Who knows how long she's been like that.

Intentional abortion, no doubt.
I don't know if we can save her.

We must question this woman.

She doesn't have the strength to breathe.
- Is it that serious? - Yes.

This woman can give
very useful information for justice,

besides the name of him who did this.

We need your help, Sister.

Thank you.

I'll see you tomorrow, Doctor.

Sergeant.

Don't move from here.

Whatever she says, even
in delirium, write it down.

And if she starts to talk,
call me immediately.

Good evening, Judge.
- Good evening. Well?

Perrone is searching the
jeweler De Nicola's house.

The homes of those who were
in Pozzuoli are being watched.

And the accountant Filippetti,
have you found him?

I'm working on it.
He hasn't returned home.

I left him an urgent summons.
- Didn't you assign an officer?

To not draw attention...

But the time has come to draw attention,
you understand?

I want to speak to Filippetti
whatever the hour. - OK, Judge, OK.

Take a note of these things too.

Now if the lady doesn't mind,
we'll take a look at the store.

I demand to know what right, Sir..
- It's a shame!

That an honorable jeweler like my
son should be treated in this way.

That's what I say: It's a shame!

Even if your son had no other troubles,
this is enough to indict him.

All this is stolen,
you can see it a mile off.

Trust me, sir, and stay calm.

You stay here, and you come
with me. Ma'am, shall we go?

At least Rondoni, my husband's
partner should be here.

Or Filippetti, the accountant,
he has the books.

Filippetti.
Even here?

Fine, this way, Ma'am.
That damn Filippetti!

Bring me the accountant,
quick, move!

This time he won't get free.

I leave it all to you.

Please, if you would be so kind,
to deliver them to De Nicola.

This to Mr. Chianese and this
to Mr. Di Mauro, it's all there.

Very good.

Very good, accountant.

But I don't understand why you
seem so nervous, I don't get it.

Because.. because I have practiced
all these years as an accountant.

I've done the accounts
that I was asked to.

And I don't know anything more.

And I don't want to be asked anything!
- Has anybody asked you anything?

No.

They ordered me to hide,
to not go home.

Why do I have to hide?

I don't want any trouble.

I am a simple man,

and I have been so discreet that I've
never even peeped into a keyhole.

They could at least leave me in peace!

Come on, Sir,
what's the matter?

It seems quite normal to me
and even generous,

for the people you work for

to be concerned about
avoiding problems for you.

And I know that when you were detained,

Mr. Di Mauro intervened immediately.

And I could've done without it.
I would've preferred to stay in jail,

before spending another day
like the one I just spent,

going from one place to another.

I'm going to give myself up, right away.

Very nice, Mr. Felippetti.

Where would you go?

To the police station.

Well, you can't go through the
cold streets and under the rain.

Let me bring you in a coach.

Alright?

Do me a favor,

give this letter to
Don Ferdinando Puglisi.

Vincenzino.

Well, coachman?

Sir, we arrived.

You can't stay here.

This one fell asleep.

Wake up!
Wake up!

Good evening.

Why are you so late?

Sorry, Assunta, I had things to do.
- Like always.

Was it necessary?

They killed Filippetti.
- No.

What happened?
- They killed Filippetti.

Elena!

Elena!

Did Antonio come back? - No, he stayed
the whole night at the courthouse.

What happened?

It's the Ruotolo case.

Tonight they arrested a lot of people.

What?

Excuse me, I'm afraid the
children wake up.

28 ARRESTED IN POZZUOLI

At the banquet there were 70:
Who are the other 42?

THOSE RESPONSIBLE
FOR THE RUOTOLO CRIME

are they among the 42?

Merchants, professionals, well known
citizens implicated in the Ruotolo affair?

NEW WAVE OF ARRESTS
THROUGHOUT THE CITY

It's an outrage!
- Enough!

I won't allow to be argued here,

the work of a judge, whose work
is not to be hampered in any way.

Personally, I can't but approve of the zeal
and intelligence of Judge Spicacci,

whom I esteem as a magistrate
and as a gentleman.

He's filling the jail up with gentlemen,
as respectable as him, a cartload of them.

It's not conceivable that a man like
Mr. Sallustro of the City Board,

is arrested like a common criminal.

It's a matter of form.

Moreover, the mayor himself is taking
action, and the Honourable Di Mauro.

But, gentlemen,

there is reason to believe there is
an offense of criminal conspiracy.

Of course..
- Where's the proof?

Where's the proof of this
criminal conspiracy?

The inquiry is not closed.

Nobody wants to accuse the innocent.

And what is expected to close the inquiry?

As long as more victims
are added to the others,

I refer to Filippetti,

I don't think this will be easy,
or quick.

Have you considered the moral harm?

You think Judge Spicacci has time
to think of the moral harm?

Gentlemen enough!

Nobody, including me, has the right
to question the judge's work.

He's here.
Shall I let him in?

Spicacci really wants a confrontation?
- Absolutely.

Let him in.

It's him?

I have to detain you, Doctor.

It's orders.

Unpleasant business for your cousin.

Let's go.

Let me be clear, Elena.

It was me who gave the order.

You had him arrested? Why?

Because a woman could've died
from an operation by Dr. Guarino,

an operation the Penal Code
considers a crime.

No, it's not true, it's impossible.
They're stupid slanders, and you..

They're not slanders.

He did it.

We investigated thoroughly,

he was even identified.

But don't you realize?

A man who has only helped us.
- Perhaps.

But this didn't prevent him
from being the Camorra's doctor,

nor to eat with murderers.

You're crazy.

You're full of pride and arrogance,
yes, everybody says so!

Even Alfredo who respects you,
is concerned

with this craze you have for seeing
thieves, killers and Camorra everywhere!

I bet you'd even arrest me and
my children. Why don't you arrest me?

I'm the sister in law of a criminal!
What are you waiting for?

Elena, I understand your grief,

and I share it, believe me.

But I must do my duty.

THEY'VE GONE TOO FAR!

A judge out for glory
fills the jails with honest people

A STOP MUST BE PUT
to the out of control Spicacci

JUDGE SPICACCI
recalled to a sense of responsibility

Honorable Minister of Justice,
is it admissible

that someone who should who
instill order is, on the contrary,

sewing disorder.

I ask why honorable people
are arrested without cause.

I ask the reason of actions
that paralyze social activity,

I ask for an explanation
of the police's actions,

that has cast stains on the
reputations of the best men in the city.

Justice Minister,

the whole city asks that you intervene

to put an end to this scandal!

I ask and insist that
we keep them detained.

Among them there are surely
many members of the monstrous tribunal

that condemned Ruotolo to death.
The instigators.

I'm sure I can prove
all of the accusations,

and I don't doubt I'll put them
all on trial, all of them!

A trial based on circumstantial
evidence? Fine, so be it.

My dear colleague,
it's within your power

to turn these arrests
into indictments.

you only have to sign them.

Would you like my opinion?

Proceed with prudence.

One of my old teachers used to say,

"Prudence must inspire in men,
faith in the Law."

Faith in the law?

Faith in justice.

You think it exists?

You speak to me of prudence,
but these days,

I myself, I have doubted
the usefulness of my mission,

before this muddle of silences, denials,
doubtful testimonies,

before this sad conclusion:

The men of this city and
who knows how many others,

want to trust in Justice but fear

the triumph of corruption,
do you know why that is?

They don't trust the
protection the law offers

and prefer to trust in the illegal
but effective and omnipotent Camorra.

That is the sad truth.

These are the limitations of justice,
dear colleague.

And because of that,
sometimes you have to content yourself.

The marriage certificate?

That's good, you'll
need it when you arrive.

The emigration permit?

All in order.
Work permit?

What? But you said.. - If you want
to go aboard, you need the permit.

Do you have the money
for second class?

We sold even our beds.
- What do you want from me?

There were tons of requests, and
the bribe for this came out of my pocket.

Your husband should thank
God that I got him a permit.

He's right, it's better to
leave with some security.

My nephew went with a permit and
now has a horse and coach in Brooklyn.

Go visit him.
- Yeah, by foot! Where to, in Brooklyn?

They're going to South America.

So, Esposito,

you received 45 lire
from the sale of your furniture.

I spent 47, give me 2 lire
and we'll call it even.

Here's the permit to board.

Be at the dock in the morning before 8,
for the medical exam.

Bon voyage!

May I thank you?
- No need, it was nothing.

We'll say goodbye tomorrow.
- Good luck!

Don't forget my daughter's letter.
- OK. - Bon voyage!

Wait at home. - Where are you going?
- To say goodbye to somebody.

There's one who was good to us.
If it wasn't for him, we couldn't go.

Hurry back.
- Don't worry.

Don't be afraid.

It's Armando.

Forgive me, but it's been
2 days since I ate.

Close it.

Why did you come here?
- Where should I've gone, to my mom's?

That would make trouble for her.
- Does Luigi know they let you go?

You take me for a squealer?

Those that don't talk..
don't get set free.

I escaped.
- Escaped!

Don't be so shocked.

Luigino is a friend of the police,

and I'm his friend,
therefore..

Ah, a permit to sail.

There's a small error: the name.

It can be corrected.
- What, are you crazy?

Calm down, Nunziatina.
I haven't gone crazy.

Let's hope that I don't
begin here tonight.

Yes.

If I board, you'll have to stay here,

in God's grace,
since with Justice..

you're good friends.

Listen well to what
I tell you, Nunziatina.

If I get sent back in,

Luigino Esposito..

will be there right along with me.

You have my word.

But what has he done?
What crime? - He's a bastard.

Luigino Esposito is a bastard and a snitch.
- Not true. He told me all,

and he didn't know why
you wouldn't tell the truth,

that you went to Torre
Annunziata to steal.

Nunziatina, for 2 years,

me and Luigino having been
working for Gennaro Ruotolo.

That's the truth he should have told.

No.

It's not true.
Luigino never met him.

He didn't, but I did.

And how!

We risked our necks, and Ruotolo,
the mastermind, pocketed the money.

And Luigino took his share.
It was small, but he took it.

He never even met him!

It's true!

Who organized the theft
of the jeweler? Ruotolo.

And Rettifilo's fur shop? Ruotolo.

And the villa at Torre Annunziata?
- Why did you lie to him?

He didn't know he was working for him.
Why didn't you tell him?

He's a blabbermouth. He didn't know and
I still got nabbed. Imagine, if he did!

Nunziatina,

for the murder of Ruotolo
the penalty is 30 years.

30 years for sure.

If I can't dodge them,
Luigino will spend them with me.

But he's innocent, innocent!

I swear, he's innocent.
- Of course.

Friends help each other out.
We're all innocent.

Feel better?

Who gave you these papers?

Don Rosario.

Tell Don Rosario to whip
up another miracle.

because these, now, belong to me.

Nunzi�,

look me in the eyes.

You never saw me.

If anything happens to me,

I'll know who's to blame.

Go!

Why did you escape?
- Don Alf�, the honored society is shit!

It only takes the word of an idiot
to imprison me, he gets out and I..

Why did you escape?
- You left me on my own..

Why did you escape?
- You condemned Ruotolo,

to punish him for the anonymous
letter against your jailed brother.

You organized the meeting at
the beach. You stabbed first..

Why did you escape?
- Don Alf�, let me explain.

Don Alf�, let me explain.
Don Alf�!

Let me explain.
Don Alf�! Don Alf�!

Virgin of Carmen!

He won't go out of town.
That's for sure.

So no rush,

With rushing we've already
done too much bullshit.

Right?

Use your brains, goddammit!

Beware, if Capezzuto figures out that we
let him escape, it'll all be for nothing.

Give him time and opportunity
to go to perch..

where he wants to.

Good evening.

What do you want?
- Sorry, Sir,

we were ordered to escort you.

It's not safe to walk
the streets at this hour.

Tell the Commissioner I feel safe
in the streets of my city.

You may go.

Whatever..
- Shall we go back to the station?

Would you go to sleep?
- If the Commi..

Friend, last night I went down an alley,

and I heard a raspberry
that seemed like a firecracker.

Ah, it's you! What do you want?
- Sir!

Sir.

I wanted to tell you that
I didn't harm anybody.

Sir, I'm leaving, I'm going forever.

I thank you,

because they told me if it wasn't for you

they wouldn't give me the passport.

Tell me what must I do.

I thought I would be happy
the day I would leave.

Instead it's like..

You got the permit?
- Yes. - Good luck.

Sir,

you are so good,

you must forgive me.

Come, go on.

Good luck.

Good evening.

Elena!

Forgive me, dear.

I knew you'd be worried, but
I couldn't warn you that I'd be late.

I hope you've eaten.
Are the girls sleeping?

The girls aren't here,
they're with my mother.

Both of them?

How come?

Will she bring them
to school in the morning?

Or will you..

Elena!

The girls can't go to school.

It's no longer possible.

They're always meeting
someone who'll insult them.

A woman stopped Elsa today
and gave her this letter.

Read it, read it, it's for me.

They curse me and our children.

They come here too.

Some to beg us, others for insult.

The girls are upset.
They feel marked in the street.

Perhaps it doesn't affect you,
it's what you wanted,

that everybody ask them if they're
the daughters of Judge Spicacci.

Elena.

Mom will take them to the
country for a few days.

She wants me to come,
but I'll stay if you ask me to.

But the children, no!
I have the right to decide that.

Of course, Elena.

Of course.

You as well..
are free to do what you wish,

to leave if you want.

It'll do you good.

Giulia will come too.

What must I tell her about Alfredo?

Is he still being detained?
Or have you decided to arrest him?

Do you think it's fair to keep people
in suspense and not say anything?

I don't think anything, Elena.

I'm afraid I don't believe
in anything anymore.

.. so I came to ask you
what we should do.

We must get out of here!
- Without documents? He took them.

Wait. Shall we talk to Navona?
He may help us.

No, I'll speak to Capezzuto.

What are you going to do, Luigino?
Be careful. - Wait here.

Mamma mia!
- What is it?

He's been killed.

They killed him!
We have to get away.

How? He has the papers,
where will we go?

Wait, wait here.

What if I go to the judge and tell him?

What are you doing, Luigi?
Haven't you had enough?

Must I escape like a criminal?

And if they blame me for this as well?

It's useless, Luig�.
There's no justice for us.

What will we do?

Let's go down to the dock.
- And then?

We'll wait till boarding time.
Let's get out of here on time to be safe.

OK, let's go.

How will get to the dock?
- We'll go down the stairs.

# Listen to me well,

# listen to me well,

# if you speak,

# you're a dead man!

# Good night! Good night!

# A good night

# until tomorrow..

You see? The truth at last.

Spicacci owes me one.

We could've done this a month ago
without making fools of ourselves.

Did you let the judge know?

Yes, Sir, I sent Cifariello.
- Good, let's go.

See? Where was Capezzuto? At the
home of his accomplice, like I said.

We didn't think we would find him
with a knife stuck in him.

Very nice, Mr. Esposito.

He gets a passport, gets rid of his pal,
hides him in his house and runs off.

Who knows where he'd be now,
with the judge's consent.

If you had confided in me,
and confessed everything,

Armando Capezzuto wouldn't be dead.

Your pals in the Camorra betrayed you.

They killed him so that he wouldn't talk!

Try to tell the truth!

What truth, what truth?
I don't know anything.

I don't know anything, I swear.

I was with Armando and that's all.

You know something
you don't want to tell me.

Who is the author of the song?

Why?
What does he have to do with Armando?

Because...

It was him!

It was he who killed Armando?

I don't know for sure.

But the author of the song
is responsible for all of this.

Lillian, talk.
Talk. Trust me.

Tell me his name.

Alfonso Navona.

The one with the pawn shop.

# Isn't the guilty one going to pay?

# who stains the honor of society?

# Betrayal.

# A letter from a man without a heart..

Mr. Navona, I'm Judge Spicacci,
I would like to speak to you.

I'll go alone.

It will only be a moment, Mr. Navona.

You'll lose just a few minutes of sleep.

You're the author of
that song, aren't you?

Yes or no?

Maybe.

And your point is?

I see we understand
each other, Mr. Navona.

I'll speak to you plainly.

That song is decisive proof against you.

I will use this proof all the way,
for the benefit of the truth.

Judge, deep down we're
both men of the law.

Only I understand and apply
the law in a different manner.

It's likely that many
think the same as I do.

Here is right who is stronger.

And you presume you're
stronger than Justice?

I don't presume, your kind of
justice I know nothing about,

I only know it's far more
complicated than mine,

and always needs factual evidence.

And then, on the day it should
come into your head to accuse me,

you should incriminate too many people.

Too many.

Including some of your people,
you know what I mean?

Too many esteemed people.

People who cannot be touched
without getting burned in turn.

You're threatening me.
- No.

I'm advising you.

Leave things as they are,
it'll be better for everybody.

It's Carminiello. It's my brother
on his way to the market.

The Virgin has protected us, come.
Carmini�!

Carmini�!

Carmini�! Stop! Stop!

Bring us down to the dock, Carmini�.

Esposito and Capezzuto were
working for Ruotolo.

It's as clear as day, Judge.

All three were thieves.
Ruotolo set it up and stood guard.

At Torre Annunziata, they
went to rob the villa, right?

They argued and stabbed him.

And the wife?
How does she fit in?

It's natural: Mrs. Ruotolo knew
who was with her husband.

Please, Judge,

sign this order for
Esposito's capture,

I've been waiting for this,
and I don't want to arrive too late.

Commissioner, on this
point we always disagreed.

I'm not going to sign it.

Go to the Attorney General,
or whoever you like.

I won't sign it.

Then it's time when everyone
has to take responsibility.

Of course.

What evidence do you have?

40 missing places at a
banquet, and a song!

Judge, you think that's evidence?

Perhaps not.

Trials based on circumstantial evidence
take a lot of work and are dangerous,

especially in this case,

But you have to be brave
and go all the way.

But I have proof.
- Which?

We nearly caught him in the act! Think
what you will, indict the whole city,

but there's only one truth:
Esposito killed Capezzuto.

You can't doubt it! - I not only doubt it,
but I believe he's innocent.

I'll arrest him all the same! I have
orders from the boss! Police provision!

I'll arrest him and we'll see.
Besides he has a prior record.

Why should his record affect me?
- Oh! No reason!

And you're willing to fight against all?
Even against factual evidence?

May I?

Excuse me, Judge.

Come in.

What is it?

The arrest warrants for all of the
detained need to be signed.

Have a nice day, Judge.

ARREST WARRANT
for Alfonso Navona

for murder

Leave them here.

You don't sign them?

Tomorrow.

But they expire today.
It's the last day.

I need to think some more.

PASSPORT CHECK

Do me a favor,
please hold my baby.

Thanks.

Luig�!

Luig�!

Luig�!

Luig�!

Luig�!

Luig�!

Lui..

You too..

think I'm a killer?

I swear,

I'm innocent.

I know.

I believe you.

Luigi!

It was we who killed him.

Commissioner,

Those arrest warrants, 30, 100,
or 1,000 that they may be,

I'll sign all of them.
Every single one!

Yes, Commissioner Perrone,

it was we who killed him,

because we made him lose
the hope in our justice.

We, because we did not dare
arrest the guilty immediately,

because we were afraid
to put the city on trial,

afraid of the scandal.

But now we put aside the fear.

We'll try the whole city,
the entire city.

THE END