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Italians, who haven't given up
on being called "men",

unite above all factions
and parties.

Above all concerned
and desired divisions.

Above the outdated and disused,

overly exploited,
fascism and anti-fascism!

Unite to say "yes",
to the freedom of order.

This demonstration wants to show

that it is possible to
defeat communism,

that it is possible to defeat
the enemies of Italy.

Together we can do it.
Long live Italy!

"COMMUNISM WILL NOT PASS!''

"FASCIST SWINE�S
GO BACK TO THE SEWERS!"

SLAP THE MONSTER ON PAGE ONE

STATE POLICE - SS!

FASCISTS, MASTERS
FOR YOU THERE'S NO TOMORROW!

THE NEW PARTISANS ARE BEING BORN!

VOTE NENCIONI FOR SENATOR

VOTE FOR THE ITALIAN SOCIALIST PARTY

VOTE FOR LIBERALS

VOTE SPADOLINI FOR SENATOR

VOTE FOR COMMUNISTS

VOTE FOR THE ITALIAN
SOCIAL MOVEMENT

CHRISTIAN DEMOCRACY

DEMOCRATIC SOCIALISM

VOTE FOR THE ITALIAN
SOCIALIST PARTY

COMRADE FELTRINELLI,
YOU'LL BE AVENGED!

The red flag, the red flag
Forward people, to the revolt,

The red flag will triumph.

Long live communism and freedom!

LONG LIVE MARX! LONG LIVE LENIN!
LONG LIVE MAO ZEDONG!

BURN DOWN THE PRESS OF THE MASTERS!

- Where�s the police!
- Forget it! Get away!

FIGHT HARD, WITHOUT FEAR!

They want to kill us!

- Damn you!
- What are you doing?

Move away! Wait! Wait!
Photographer...

Take a photo quickly.

- Ok? Now you can extinguish it.
- Yes!

Where were you?

We do our duty,
and you have to do yours!

Calm down! Calm down!

Bring in the military if
the police isn't enough!

Calm down! The ones
responsible will pay for this!

You have to understand our
indignation and dismay, commissioner.

Everything has a limit.
A day like this...

Milan in turmoil,
extremist gangs in the streets...

And you? You leave me
without any protection!

''ll Giornale", that
always defended you,

even when you didn't deserve it.

Professor, I'm speechless.
We've been caught out.

Unfortunately we are
not gifted with ubiquity.

Look at that! What a mess!

Look at that! The hole in the window
was made with a stone.

Those rascals have thrown
everything! Bottles, stones...

This has was done
with a molotov. Rascals!

- Have you seen everything?
- I have.

Did you inform Mr. Montelli?

I couldn't find him.
Please try again, Bizanti.

Ok, I�ll take care of that.

Sorry for insisting, professor,
but we are late with the first edition.

Come with me.

Another one, please!
Thank you!

- This is everything
we managed to photograph. - Ok.

New evidence on funding of
Italian fascist groups

RIGHT WING WEAPONS TRAFFICKING

- See you soon, my friend.
- Yes, sure.

- I hope it's a favour you'll return.
- Of course!

Goodbye, Superintendent!

- Hello, it's Bizanti.
- Mr. Bizanti.

Hello.

I guess you already know everything.
Guerrilla, like in 1968.

Always on the front line.

The damages were minimal. Some
broken windows, a lot of panic,

Hysteria. The police arrived
when everything was over.

Even better.

In that case, the whole page,
the maximum space in the news,

many photos, with an
"at attention'' bottom line.

It seems to me that this is also the
way we should handle other thing.

The electoral speculation that the
left wing press is doing is shameless.

They are over the limit.
It must end.

All our friends are beginning
to be fed up with it

That is why I was talking
about the elections.

This assault happened at the right time.
Everything else will be overshadowed.

For once we get to play the part of the
victims in front of the public opinion.

Even Mussolini's and
Farinacci's squads...

...would falter in front of this...

...extreme act of agression against
one of the most courageous

representatives and defenders...

...of one of the
most supreme values... No.

Strike out "most''.

Of one of the supreme values
of the western civilization, colon,

the freedom of the press.
Full stop, new line.

Red guerrilla at, at the
eve of the elections

Dramatic clashes
in Milan yesterday

between groups of
agitators and the police.

Burned cars - Hundreds of wounded
- A passer-by killed in the Scala square

Molotov cocktails thrown against
''ll Giornale'' headquarters

- "ll Giornale''.
- Go ahead!

- Do you know who she is?
- No, she had no documents on her.

- Who found her?
- Some kids coming back from school.

- Has she been raped, doctor?
- Yes, no doubt about it.

Let's do the full circle.

Uncertain ideals, certain TNT.

The strategy of violence: ''Blood again. ''

The '70s nihilists.

Anti-democratic assault groups.

There will be more
after the molotov cocktails.

The new demons.

Right wing goes through red light.

- The way of the violence.
- The red and the black.

Infantilism and dynamite
between the red and the black.

Lumpenproletariat and billionaires
in crisis: ''The union of violence"

The circle is closed. Fascists
and ultra-left wing united by TNT''.

News?

Only that girl found
dead in Naviglio Pavese.

- Do we know who she is?
- No.

The police is checking the lists of
disappeared girls in the last days.

She could as well be
from outside Milan.

- Has she been raped? - So it seems.
They still need to perform an autopsy.

- We'll give this to Roveda.
- Yes, I agree.

But be careful. Check his article,
he's just a novice.

And also something short about
the fresh outbreak of sexual crimes.

- How many lines?
- 30 lines.

The photos.

Today ''ll Giornale'' was boring.
Too many tedious articles.

What's that?
Porn stuff, like yesterday?

Please, show them.

Don't make the same mistake as when
you put the Palermo plane crash

and the Alitalia advertisement
on the same page.

It's this one.

Let's hope there'll be some hijacking,
so that we get something to print.

We need a nice slaughter.

Search for Roveda and send
him to me right away, please.

Well done Roveda!
Sit down over there.

You know the circulation
of ''ll Giornale", right?

500.000.

Every opinion that
counts in this country.

People also read other papers
with a different point of view,

but, in the end, they
turn to us: "II Giornale'';

to hear from its voice a
friendly and final word.

And this voice, Roveda,
must be always the same.

From the first line of the
editorial to the last advertisement.

Yes, I agree.

Who's our reader? A calm, honest,
order loving man...

...who works, produces
and creates income.

But he's also a tired man. His
children, instead of going to school,

wage guerilla warfare
on the streets of Milan.

His workers are becoming
increasingly arrogant,

the government is not there,
the country is driven into chaos.

He opens ''ll Giornale'' to find
a serene and balanced word.

And What does he find?

Your article, Roveda.

I copied, word by word,
your half-title and your title.

"DESPERATE GESTURE OF
AN UNEMPLOYED MAN.

FATHER OF 5 SETS HIMSELF ON FIRE... "

I'm not Umberto Eco
and I don't want to give you

a lesson of semantics
applied to the information,

but it seems clear to me
that the word ''desperate",

is full of polemical values.

If you put it together with
the word ''unemployed"....

..."desperate'', "unemployed"...
Then we find ourselves

in front of a genuine provocation.
- But...

Once it's accomplished,
you'll grab our poor reader

and throw 5 orphans and
a charred body into his face.

What do we want to make
out of this poor reader?

A neurotic?

Was he the one that set him on fire?

Let's remake this title together?
Everyone can make a mistake.

Write!

''Dramatic suicide..."
two words... ''of... ''

- Was the poor soul from Calabria?
- Yes.

''... of an immigrant".

Immigrant.
Just one word.

It implies that he was an
unemployed father of 5,

- but gives out more info.
- Of course.

The gist of the news.
A summary.

Our reader opens the newspaper,
takes a look at it

and decides if he wants to
read it or throw it away.

Without the feeling that
we want to break his balls.

Without feeling responsible
for all the deaths in the world.

Anyway, your article is excellent.

Maybe a couple of words in excess,
some adjectives to be polished.

For example that: "fired''.

- "Left without a job"?
- ''Left without a job''! Well done!

Go for it, Roveda,
you have what it takes.

Recopy it and take it
directly to typesetting. Go!

Just looking costs 50.000 lira. If you
take your clothes off it's 100.000 lira.

Here they are!
Here they are!

- Professor Martini!
- Please, let us pass!

It's my daughter.

The victim is the daughter
of professor Italo Martini

The girl that was raped
and murdered now has a name

- We are from "II Giornale''.
- Fifth floor.

Condolences, madam.
Condolences, Professor.

Thank you.

- Roveda, one of our collaborators.
- Roveda.

- Good morning.
- Professor.

It's embarrassing for us to
intrude in this painful moment.

- Come, I�ll show you to her room.
- Thank you.

Have you read about that
American case in the papers?

That maniac from Oklahoma,
obsessed with little girls,

who raped over 400 of them,
and then demanded to be castrated.

People like that should be castrated
at the first sign of abnormality.

Maybe that's the only solution.

- This is it.
- May I enter?

No, wait.

- Could we take a picture with
your kid on the bed? - Go!

That's enough.

Let's recap. The autopsy says...
What was the exact form, Lauri?

Death by strangulation.

Traumatic laceration of the hymen.

Let's insist on her virginity.

We'll put it back on the front page.
It's the right thing to do.

Lauri should join Roveda
for everything concerning

doctors, police and judiciary.

Are they already following a trail?

They are sifting through maniacs,
teachers and friends.

It seems she was an angel.

But all sorts of things went on,
in and around the "Leopardi''.

Roveda, you should interview her
friends and teachers together with him.

I want a living portrait
of her character.

Her habits, childhood dreams,
hobbies, readings...

If Italian mothers want to cry,
we'll make them cry.

Other suggestions?

We could dedicate the entire
''Letters to the editor" section,

to ''Letters about Maria Grazia".

That's a good idea.

I would go as far as dedicating
an entire page to that column.

The whole page?

Yes, because... Where�s that...
Here.

''I'm an 8 year old girl.

I've cried a lot for Maria Grazia
and, dear ''Giornale",

please publish my poor writing.

All the children
and all the mothers

want the culprit to be found,

because he's a criminal
and the law of death must be applied."

It says ''death"....

All caps.

"If you ever find the one that did it,
hand him to the children

and the mothers from the school,

and we'll give him what he deserves. "

Blissful innocence!

48 hours after the dramatic discovery

Autopsy on Maria
Grazia Martini completed

Undefended virginity
DEATH TO MARIA GRAZIA'S ASSASSIN

- Which car was it?
- A yellow Fiat 500.

I've noticed it because,
in these last days,

it was continuously
circling around the school

- Did you see the plates?
- No, I didn't see the number.

Anyway, it was also there on that day.
Maria Grazia went out

and there was somebody calling her.

- Did you see his face?
- No, I only saw a hand waving.

Any news?

They're questioning the janitor
because it seems he saw

Maria Grazia get on board
of a yellow Fiat 500. You?

Nobody wants to talk.

How can you be sure
that it was Maria Grazia?

A lot of parents asked me

to keep an eye on their kids
when they go out.

See who they're talking to,
who comes to pick them up...

Even Professor Martini asked me so.

Bye.

- Excuse me. Did you know Maria Grazia?
- Yes, why?

I'm a reporter from "ll Giornale".
Could you tell me something about her?

How much can you give us?

I'm a journalist.
I don't gain anything from it.

In that case, forget it.
Fascist!

R. Z. Is Rita Zigai. She teaches
in a night school,

but she lives in Brera.
Oh, sorry!

She hangs out with hippies.
She's half hippie, half revolutionary.

This letter is interesting.
It's worth insisting on.

I don't know. She's a mythomaniac.
Just another '68 convert.

A pathological case.

The police has been using her.
She has a record for using drugs.

What did you say her name was?

- Rita Zigai.
- Sorry, wait a moment.

Anyway, we must be cautious, because
we could find ourselves in a hole.

How about this Mario Boni?

Maybe it's someone she
slept with, who then left her.

She wanted to take revenge.

I�ll personally take care of it.
In the meantime, get me her address.

Come here.
How did it go?

Theory came out well.
People are insisting on death penalty.

It didn't come as a surprise to me.

Between Piazza Duomo
and San Babila

almost everyone we interviewed
insisted on this theme.

That's enough interviews for now.
You should edit them.

You're right. Keep the
death penalty in the background,

because it's a double-edged weapon.

Today they're demanding the death
penalty, tomorrow they'll be

demonstrating for its abolition.
Italians have a good heart.

You do the cutting and sewing.
It will surely turn out well.

- Calm down.
- It's this one.

Yes, Maria Grazia
got inside this car.

What are you doing?
Calm down! Stop!

Swine!

Bastard!

- Bizanti is waiting for you.
- Thank you.

This is the one!
This is the one!

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

The janitor recognized it.
It belonged to Mario Boni.

Who is he?

- An anarchist.
- Are we the first ones to know it?

Sure, as we agreed.

Listen, Superintendent, could you
avoid reporting this. I need 24h.

- It's for our common interest. - Ok.
- I may be on a good track.

We could work together again.

Not this time.
But if you don't feel like it,

I could speak directly with
the Police Commissioner.

It would be a lost chance for you.
Just give me 24h.

- Ok, as you wish.
- The murderer must feel safe.

- Regards.
- Goodbye.

IS HE FINANCING FASCIST GANGS?

Scorching accusations against
a Milanese industrialist

The exploiter MONTELLI
is a fascist financier

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

They are exaggerating.

They're out to get me,
as if I was the only one.

The rumors are
beginning to take form.

It's even likely they�ll
press charges against me.

Let's get to the point, Bizanti.

I�ll move my pawns,
but it might not be enough.

The elections are near.
Very near.

They've blown this
scandal sufficiently.

It could explode at any time.

There are some facts that
allow us an efficient counter-attack.

Feltrinelli couldn't have died
at a better time.

The attack on ''ll Giornale"
was also useful.

But maybe we need
something more emotional,

less explicitly electoral.

Surely you've followed
the Martini case on "ll Giornale''.

Here she is, the little girl.
All tears are for her.

Martini, her father, has gotten
a lot of publicity from ''ll Giornale".

Especially with articles about his
operations on the hearts of

poor children, mainly immigrants...
Remember that?

A first-rate person.

I wanted to ask you how
this case should be followed.

Should we inform objectively, waiting
for the Police to find the culprit,

or should we throw ourselves in

and contribute actively.

If you think it's worth it,
go ahead.

We should find the murderer
before the elections, in time for...

That way we'll also make
our friends happy.

They don't want the tension to drop.

We could build up a case.
Even if the murderer...

"the monster'' isn't perfect...

But maybe he is.
You can never tell.

Bitch.

''The power won't be in the
bourgeois' hands anymore. "

As if she was something else.

"Today is my birthday.
17 years and I'm already old."

Bitch.

"Statistics: A woman uses up to
100kg of lipstick in a lifetime.

A man eats half of it''.
What an intellectual!

"Man on the Horizon!''
Come on. what a cocksucker!

This one has given it to pigs
and dogs, all at the same time.

I should know because
I give it away too.

But only one at a time and without
fuss. If not, I'm not interested.

Mario, is that you?

Excuse me,
are you Mrs. Rita Zigai?

Forget about the "Mrs."
Who are you? What do you want?

My name is Bizanti,
I'm a journalist.

Who cares? What newspaper?
What do I have to do with it?

I'm from "ll Giornale".
You sent us a letter.

I never wrote you a letter.

Don't worry, I'm not a
policeman. I'm here for work.

Let me in for a second.

The usual blackmail by job.

You journalists are worse
than the policemen.

What are you doing? You're going
around as if it was your place!

I'm sorry.

Don't you think your distrust
is a bit excessive?

I'm only here for
an exchange of ideas.

We think that your contribution
could be a precious one.

That letter is important.

- What letter? I never wrote a letter.
- I understand you.

It's hard to make choices.

Especially if personal
relationships are involved.

Anyway, this matches what
I thought of you as a woman.

What did you think?

I thought you were a woman
with a strong personality.

Yes, yes. I wrote that letter.
I wrote it, but it was all bullshit.

Things that weren't true and things I
changed my mind about.

Why should I talk
about my personal things?

I�ll leave if you want me to.

I really thought I could help you.

Maybe you need to talk to someone
more than you can imagine.

Yes, yes, it's true. You're right,
I need to talk. But not here.

My God, the coffee!
I need to talk, I'm always alone.

I never talk.
I only do monologue and mutter.

They said that after the atomic bomb
we won't be able to talk to anybody?

I'm here and I'm waiting for someone
to come by, but no one ever comes.

However, you work for
a shitty newspaper.

There's just one thing
I don't want to become.

A bit revolutionary and a bit stupid,
like some of my pathetic colleagues.

Therefore, it's better to write
consciously for a shitty newspaper,

than expecting to save your soul
by biting the hand that feeds you.

Nowadays, in my opinion,
one can't afford himself

to be romantic,
even if he's 20.

I don't understand their idealism.

I'm not enchanted by their freedom.

Maybe the school is different.
Less compromises.

The possibility to communicate
directly with the youth...

...and offer them our life experiences.

You have a strange
way of involving me.

I feel good talking to you.

Maybe because we're alike.

At least we have the same problems.

- Could you give me 100 lira.
- Should I give them to him?

- If you do, He'll come back.
- What will you do with 100 lira?

I need them to eat.

First of all, it's not dinner time.
Second, it wouldn't be enough.

Then give me 1000.

No. You'll have
to earn those as I do.

Hi. Can your friend give me
some money for counter-information?

Yes, sure.
Long live counter-information!

And Mario?
Still fighting for the working class?

When will you
make him understand that,

as a drug, Hashish is
better than class struggle?

Who knows this Mario?
Whoever sees him? Bye!

Really, they should be re-educated
in some forced labor camp.

- With gas.
- "FIAT is shit, FIAT is shit... ''.

One night you see someone
coming, who knows where from.

He's like many others,
not even good looking.

With eyes asking for something,
While pretending to give.

And you wanted
nothing else but that.

I had to think about
the problems of age difference.

He didn't have any problems.

He could eat, drink and sleep for free.
I was also for free. He had no problems.

But I had them. I loved him.
I still love him.

I don't even know.

And then he switched
to those with miniskirts.

The Maria Grazia kind.

And then there were comrades...
Those with the closed fist. Like this.

Bound to each other like whores.

And me?
What should I do?

I wait. I wait mornings and evenings.
Is he coming, is he not?

I pluck the daisies.

The comrades... they go down
heavy on you with age racism.

They say I'm decadent.

Because, to them, love is decadent.

I have no intention of assaulting you.
Where else could we go?

You're everything but
a decadent woman.

We are two positive persons.

Therefore, we must react.

I react. I write letters, then I
repent and say I never wrote them.

You know, you could write
an extraordinary article.

No, I won't write articles.

I'm pissed off because a woman
like you is wasted like this.

Throw him out.
What are you waiting for?

As soon as he finds
another one, he'll leave you.

Miss Maria Grazia was just a whore.

A whore like all the rest.
She liked it. Oh, did she like it.

They were together all day long
on the day of her murder.

He came to my place when it was dinner
time. He was upset. They had a big fight.

I felt good about it, because
at that time he was...

He was mine, understand?
He was mine.

I put him to bed and cuddled him.

Before I went to school,
I gave him a sleeping pill.

I waited for him to fall asleep.

Because he needs me, but
he doesn't want to admit it.

The day after his comrades arrived.

"You have to tell everybody
that yesterday afternoon,

Mario was at a
meeting with us at Francesco's. ''

He sends people to give me orders.

And then? Where is he?
Who is he with?

Licking his wounds.
By whom? how?

And What the hell am
I supposed to do? Wait?

And if I began hating him?
It would be right, wouldn't it?

What will he be doing? Is he going
to sleep at your place again tonight?

Yes, he will.

His comrades will pick him
up tomorrow at dawn.

He has to go to stick
posters at dawn.

Damn, it's cold!

You didn't sleep much, right?

Tell Mario to hurry up.
It's bloody freezing out here.

Of course, fucking comrades!
I�ll tell Mario!

Mario! Don't go today.
Not today. Stay with me.

Jesus Christ! You never change!
You're always breaking my balls!

Let's go!

It's good! Put some glue on!

Hurry!

Give me the other one.

- Put some glue on top here.
- Is this ok?

- Should we go?
- Mario, come here, we're done!

The police!
Go! Go!

That one!

Stop!

Get inside!

Fascists!

Manna!

- Have they caught him?
- Yes, his name is Mario Boni.

- Front page, right?
- Yes, without fillers.

Ok.

Three columns on
the front page.

- Manna!
- Thank you.

Pupo, here's the article.

Enrico, we must print this right away.

- Colombo, be careful with the heading.
- Yes.

- The plate fits. Put the heading there.
- Yes

A TWIST IN THE INVESTIGATIONS
ON MARTINI CASE

Is Maria Grazia's murderer
a left-wing extremist?

Excellent! Nicely filled.

Talk!

So, you don't know anything
about these exercise books, do you?

I already told you.
No.

The janitor told us that Maria
Grazia got on board of a yellow 500,

and it turns out that you and your
friends had a yellow 500.

So it is you who picked up
Maria Grazia!

I�ll say it again.
I knew Maria Grazia,

but that day I was at a meeting

in Via Foppa 13 at
Francesco Gatti's place.

Therefore I couldn't see her, because
I was in there from 4 to 8 pm...

I won't say another word.
I want to speak to my lawyer!

- What lawyer?!?
- Someone from the committee.

Name, surname, address!
Who is he? What's his name?

Someone from the committee!
I have the right!

So you were kept man, eh?

I was never kept
by anybody, understand!

An old woman? Nice youth, full
of ideals! You make me sick!

Smash his face! Say it again!
Say it again if you dare!

Coward! Say it again!

Aaah!
Damn it!

This friendship, let's say
acquaintance, explain it to us.

Maria Grazia was a nice girl,
why would she be with you?

I met her at an assembly,
after the demonstrations.

What does this mean?

I already told you.
I was with her at Francesco's.

What are you trying
to make me believe?

- I'm not trying to make you believe,
I'm just saying... - Don't gesticulate!

I'm just telling you the truth!
I was with her a couple of times.

And What did you do?

- It's my fucking business!
- Asshole!

If you don't know that, it's one
thing to kill a girl, but killing and

Raping her is another, and raping a
virgin is yet another.

Did you know that the
autopsy mentions her virginity?!

Understand that, piece of shit?!
Virginity!

What does virginity mean?
What does it mean?

What are you trying to say?!
That you fucked her?! Take him away!

Bastard! She was a saint!
A saint!

Where's Bizanti?

What are you trying to achieve
entering like this? he's in a meeting.

I don't believe you!

When he wanted to meet me, he
managed that. And did he ever, my dear.

I�ll call the police!

Oh yeah? You'll call the police?
You can stick the police up your ass!

Why don't you call them? I would say
that you need to stick them up there.

Ok, call Bizanti!

Lady, Where do you think you are?

Disinfected! Of course, all the
secretaries are disinfected here!

Call Mr. Bizanti!
Call him!

Let her pass.

Just a second.

Take a seat.

Take a seat? Of course, that's the form.
And you're also addressing me formally.

Of course I�ll take a seat.
Clown!

So you are supposed to be
a working person?

Listen madam, I suppose you came
here for something in particular.

I'm not playing and
I have no time to lose.

Time can be found.

We found it, remember?

And I must tell you
that I despise you!

To take advantage of someone with broken
nerves, like me, is an act of cowardice.

I also wanted to tell you that
everything I told you was a lie!

I�ll deny everything, understand?!

Let's try not to lose
our sense of reality.

What a nice phrase!

You are a person that
is well known by the police.

I'm a reliable person.
I can tell many things.

I could say I saw Maria Grazia's
books on the table at your house.

- I burned them!
- I can testify that I saw them.

What's the use of withdrawing,
when Mario himself

confessed to acquainting
and seeing Maria Grazia?

When her friends
and the janitor say,

that the car Maria Grazia got into on
the day of murder, was that of Mario.

You know it better than me,
that Mario could have killed.

However, there's nothing you
can testify that I cannot deny.

Why do you want to go to jail?
Explain that to me.

For someone who despises you,
hates you and takes advantage of you.

I�ll read an excerpt from
Mario Boni's interrogation report.

"I declare that, on the 23rd of April
1972, I went to Rita Zigai's house

Just like every time I had no proper
residence, and no means of support.

I thought she was a comrade. At least she
was trying to pass herself off as one.

Zigai is just a confused menopausal
woman. She stuck to me like a fly...

...because she was alone.
A tramp.

I stayed with her only out of pity."

Enough...

It's hard to be an adult.

- Enough. The diary...
- The diary?

- Maria Grazia Martini's diary...
I haven't burned it. - Good.

- Someone should go to this press
conference. - It's dangerous.

"ll Giornale", the most
reactionary right wing body,

is responsible for the arrest
of Mario Boni.

They�ll beat us up.

Let's send Roveda.

Let's give him a chance!

The aim is obvious:
Discredit the extreme left wing.

Boni's arrest is the last example
of a series of provocations,

which began with the
bombs in Piazza Fontana,

and Valpreda who is
still waiting for his trial.

But those that actually planted the bombs,
will probably end up in parliament.

What do you know about this Zigai?
What evidence do you have?

We have evidence that this
super-witness was a police snitch.

She can easily be blackmailed.
Her trustworthiness is at zero level.

Her relations with
Boni were just occasional.

However, we don't want to
invade Boni's private life.

We are convinced he's innocent,
and we�ll defend him till the end.

It seems that you're accusing
this Prof. Zigai without any proof.

- No, no.
- Only on hearsay basis.

- No, absolutely not!
- She's only doing her duty.

We are ready to pass to the papers
a series of impressive testimonies

about Mrs. Zigai's unreliability.

- Who do you work for?
- ''ll Giornale".

And you have
the nerve to come here?

It's a provocation!
Let's go on! Forget about it!

Can't you understand
it's a provocation?

It's nothing.
Let's go on.

Can't you understand
it's a provocation?

.... a series of impressive testimonies

about Mrs. Zigai's unreliability.
We have....

- Hi, Roveda!
- Excuse me.

How did it go, Roveda?

No incidents?

Red hooliganism in Milan again.
SAVAGE ATTACK ON ONE OF OUR REPORTERS

What exactly have they done to you?
Did they beat you?

Did they insult you?
Nothing?

Nothing at all?

There's no hurry.
This edition is already closed.

30 lines will do.

What a pity.

Agreed?
I�ll stop by our headquarters.

We need to strengthen
our security service.

See you at Bastioni's.

- Bye!
- Bye, comrades!

LOCK UP THE MASTERS,
FREE THE COMRADES!

STATE POLICE - SS!

LOCKED UP COMRADES,
YOU'LL BE LIBERATED!

THE ONLY JUSTICE IS
THE PROLETARIAN JUSTICE!

Who is it?

- Who is it?
- This time I have a warrant! Move!

What warrant?
I want to see it!

Stay calm if you know
What's best for you.

Wake up lazybones!
Comrade workers!

Get out of here!
Go with the others!

STATE SLAUGHTER

We want our lawyers!

I saw that!
You did it on purpose!

Keep your hands down!

We have the right to a lawyer!
Our lawyer!

We have the right to a LAWYER!

Calm down if you know
What's best for you!

Mario Boni's friends stand accused

ARSENAL DISCOVERED
at the murderer's den

Good morning.

We'll proceed in order.

The witness, Mrs. Rita Zigai,
who is here with us, claims

that on the day of the crime,

precisely on the 28th of March
1972, from 5 to 8 pm,

and contrary to what you stated,

there was no meeting
in which Mario Boni took part.

The witness also claims that Mario
Boni arrived at her house at 7. 45 pm,

stating that he was with
Maria Grazia Martini until then,

and that they had
a violent dispute.

That's a lie! there was
a meeting at Francesco's,

from 5 to 8 pm,
and Mario was there!

It's true!
Tell them the truth!

We thought you were a spy,
but you're also an agitator!

Excuse me, but I think they're
insulting an honest citizen.

Be careful or I�ll hold you
in contempt. Please continue.

I'm neither a spy nor an agitator!

Just because I'm an honest citizen,
I'm confirming what I already said.

Vitaliano Fabrini phoned me on the
28th of March 1972, at 10. 30 am,

and told me word for word:

"You must tell everybody that
Mario was with us yesterday afternoon

from 5 to 8 pm, at a meeting in
Francesco's house. ''. Try and deny it!

- Lies! Lies!
- Deny it under oath!

Was there a phone call or not?

There was no phone call.

There was a meeting at Francesco's,
and Mario was there, from 5 to 8 pm.

Let's hear what you
have to say about this?

It's Maria Grazia Martini's diary.
It was handed to Mrs. Zigai by Boni,

in the evening on
the day of the crime.

''March 28. I�ll meet with Mario in
the afternoon. I'm fed up with him.

He's too demanding.
I must get rid of him. he's boring''

We don't know anything
about that stuff.

As far as we can tell, it could've
been written by Zigai.

From first to the last line.

- Cowards!
- How much did they pay you?

How much?
Spy!

You've written it!
Spy!

So I supposedly wrote
that bitch's diary? what for?

You know why!
You wanted to screw us and Mario!

Who is Mario?
Who is he?

I'm here for justice.
Politics has nothing to do with!

As far as your Mario is concerned,
and you should know that,

- He could've killed...
- What the fuck are you saying?

There's evidence!

Sit down! We're not at
the market! Sit down!

You ruined him.
You took him away from me.

Because you were jealous!

I was helping him, but you turned
him against me. Because he loved me.

He loved me very much.
You were saying that I was old.

You always hated me!
Always! Always!

Can't you see that she's crazy?
We never hated you!

You never understood a thing! Nobody
hated you! Nobody ever said anything

about you and Mario.
We didn't interfere.

You should've acted differently with
Mario. Not like some pain in the ass

that wanted to keep him inside the
house and isolate him like some jerk.

Who cares if you're old and ugly
if you were good enough for him.

But you behaved like some bourgeois.
A piece of shit fascist!

You were constantly ruining him!

Shut up!
I'm not crazy! I'm not crazy!

To the asylum!

Get them out of here!
Now!

Here they are!
They are coming out!

Wait a moment!
Stay back! Don't make a mess!

Miss, tell us something!
Are you with Mario Boni?

Were you engaged?

Go away!

As we can clearly see
from the tire tracks,

the car stopped in this spot, under the
effect of an abrupt breaking action.

It is conceivable that a brief
scuffle occurred inside the car.

The man was looking for a
penetrating carnal contact.

The victim managed to get out of the car
when the attacker already made it clear,

with his pleas and lascivious
touching of her pudenda parts,

that it was time for him to dare.
That he was an animal.

There was a short....

"Capture the evidence of guilt of the
accused from his expression. '',

as they said.

- The prosecutor has a good
classical education. - It's grotesque.

Indeed. But that's not
the only thing in the Martini case.

There's not much to discover anymore.

Everything is too perfect.
It was clear since the beginning.

Disgusting pigs! You make me
sick! You are the monsters!

Shit! Sexual perverts!
Slaves of your own balls!

Typical. The extreme defense.

Accusing others of his own perversions.
Take him away!

Caught by the monster, the victim
surely tried to wriggle free.

Maybe she managed to free herself,
thus escaping, if only for a moment,

from the attackers grip.

- You wanted to tell me something?
- Don't tease me, Roveda!

It's not the first time that Lauri
collaborates with the police

in finding the perfect culprit.
Are you not teamed up with him?

And this Mario... He's too convenient
for the owner of your paper.

It'll be raining votes. Indirect propaganda
is always the best, don't you know that?

Yes, but I swear I don't know a thing,
even if it makes me look like an idiot.

If this is your profession,
you can't afford to be an idiot.

While you write your usual articles,
Bizanti and Lauri produce culprits.

And they mean business.

You have an internal board,

you won yourselves
the right of assembly...

What more do you want?

Address the sales management
with a written request.

Excuse me, Bizanti,
I have something to tell you.

- Is it urgent?
- It's a delicate matter.

What more can I say?
Do as I told you! Come.

What is it, Roveda?

It's about the Martini case.

I've become acquainted
with a fact I was unaware of.

And that is...

You coupled me with
Lauri out of a reason,

in accordance with an accurate plan.

Of course, to each his own task.
Was there an encroachment?

Let me be very explicit.
I'm absolutely convinced that

you were always
behind Lauri's work.

- Could you be more specific.
- Ok. I have two questions for you.

First, Zigai was unearthed by
Lauri and then, he or someone else

persuaded her to denounce Mario Boni.

"ll Giornale" invented a culprit
based on half-testimony

of a poor crazy woman.
A hysterical and jealous woman.

You entrusted me with a case,

and then you stripped it
from me behind my back.

Listen...

Second, this campaign
has grown out of proportion

for obvious electoral aims.

Are you convinced that the elections
will be enough justify this set-up?

Are you criticizing
our political stance

or giving me a lesson
in professional ethics?

You treated me
like a puppet on a string!

A puppet... is only he who wants
to be one, Roveda.

Listen, you have a future ahead of you.
You're a good journalist

and you have no career anxieties.
Lauri is much less honest than you.

But he's unscrupulous. He
has acquaintances almost everywhere

He has an excellent
network of informants.

Thanks to him we managed to dodge
many holes and, more often than not,

beat other papers to the punch.

I know that very well.
I wasn't born yesterday.

But this time it wasn't just about
the informants network, as you say.

It was about giving to
the police, the judiciary

and the public
opinion a ready-made culprit.

The Martini case is a symptom.
An indication of the situation.

Have you ever wondered
why we receive so many letters?

It's because common people
think that this murder

is a symbol of our country's decay.
And they are scared.

But this reality should be explained.
Reported objectively.

Instead of that, you distort it.
You don't mind

walking over the corpses
and heads of the people,

and you turn a common
case into a symbol.

Ok. Me, ''ll Giornale"...
We provoke.

We do not report
the facts objectively.

What objectivity, Roveda?

Have you ever wondered
who is Mario Boni?

He's a misfit that
rejects the rules of social harmony.

He uses drugs and
assaults ''ll Giornale".

He attacks the workers
that don't want to go on strike.

He kidnaps executives, turns cars
upside down and sets them on fire.

He even hates you, Roveda,

along with your nice sentiments
and your noble idealism.

You see the journalist
as an unbiased observer.

Let me tell you that I pity
Those unbiased observers.

We must be protagonists,
not observers. We are at war!

We too are involved
in the class struggle.

It wasn't invented by Marx and Lenin!

... the majority of citizens that respect
the most obvious rules of social harmony.

There is also a minority of people
that are, let's say... turbulent.

And in this minority
I include perverts,

maniacs, dangerous patients...

And also the nihilists that
want to destroy everything

without ever posing a
problem of what to set against.

''Who is the majority?",
you'll ask me.

And my answer is: "Those
that work, pay taxes... ''

There's daddy.
Can you see him?

Come on, it's him.
Can't you see? Look.

Look at daddy there. Don't sleep
and watch daddy. Come on.

What a bore!
Let's change the channel!

We can't. You know he would
be offended. Come on, watch.

I don't understand a thing!

There's daddy!
Come on, look at him!

It's him, look.

.... our children go to school every day,
they are exposed and defenseless.

We must pose that
problem here and now.

You are very telegenic, you know.

You came out really well.
Well done.

The police should intervene.
The judges should convict.

The executives should
act with extreme firmness.

I would like, if you allow, to
express a simpler point of view,

which some might be ironic about,

but I think it's
important to reaffirm it.

The root of evil is
located in the origins.

- Human... Humans are imperfect!
- Ok, we are all imperfect,

You're the best of them all, you know.

But we're dealing
with true criminals here.

Both when they're planting bombs
and when they're raping little girls.

It's not mere coincidence that this
Mario Boni was a revolutionary during

day-time and a filthy
murderer in the night-time.

Did you know that you are
worse than those idiots

that read ''ll Giornale"
as if it was the Gospel?

Is it possible that you are stuck
with, despite everything,

despite your friendships, your money,
the fact that you're my wife...

...that you are stuck with that
civil servants' wife mentality?

And it's not just the fact
that you are a moron,

but the fact that you're
making my son into one too.

Can't you understand that
the wife of the editor-in-chief

of one of the most competent paper
in Italy, is expected to have

a bit more evolved mentality
than the average reader?

When will you begin
understanding the world?

Understanding the difference between
What we think and what we say?

You are a moron,
a moron, a moron!

I feel alone in this house!

I find talking to the walls more
satisfactory than talking to you!

If you were Maria Grazia's father,
would that still be your answer?

Yeah, it's true! On the 28th of March,
I wasn't at Vitaliano Fabrini's home.

I spent all afternoon
with Maria Grazia.

I didn't tell you right away
because I was afraid.

And also because I don't
trust your kind very much.

I was waiting for her, as always,
with my 500 in front of the school.

Since her mother
often picked her up,

she would nod to let
me know if she can come or not.

Naturally, we had to
do everything in secret.

Her parents were liable to denounce me
had they known she was going out with me.

No to fascism!
No to communism!

A vote for Christian
Democracy is worth double.

Use the crossed shield as your defense

against disorder and violence.

Grazia!

- Come on, Mario. Don't start.
- Why?

Because! We were supposed to talk,
don't you remember?

- What a disgusting place!
Where have you brought me?

- Excuse me if it's not the
Milan riverside. Your beautiful Milan.

- Why did you come then?
- The moral capital.

Stop it!

- So...
- So, enough. I don't want it anymore.

So you've had enough
of the proletarian?

You were with me
only out of curiosity.

You just indulged
a whim of yours, right?

Phew, Mario, why
are saying all that bullshit?

I was with you because
you were cute and I liked you.

Now I don't like you anymore.
It's not the end of the world.

They told me I shouldn't go
out with a stupid girl like you.

Let's not talk about
it anymore. Take me home.

Listen, pretty, you�ll go home on
foot because I won't take you!

Go! Phone them so they
can send you a chauffeur!

I state beforehand that I consider
that the charges against your client

are not weakened, but,
on the contrary, substantiated

and confirmed with
this statement.

Sign here.

MARIA GRAZIA'S DIARY WAS
THE DECISIVE EVIDENCE

BONI'S ALIBI CRUMBLES

- I have something very important
to tell you. - That is?

Don't worry,
I'm giving you this news for free.

- Mario Boni didn't kill anybody.
- What?

Your paper wrote a lot of fibs.

Could you explain yourself?

Maria Grazia wasn't a virgin.
Mind you, she was a wonderful girl.

It's just that she went to
bed with someone, that's all.

Doctors statements and autopsy
reports affirm the opposite.

They all mention virginity.

What virginity?
That's what they say!

What world are you living in?

Martini is a baron
at the university and in hospitals.

The doctors that did the autopsy
either done him a favour

or he paid them.

Calvi knows, she's been with him.

And then she left him for Boni.

And this relationship
with Mario Boni...?

They met at an assembly
of workers and students.

There was a period of time when all
girls threw themselves at proletarians.

She was very beautiful.
Everyone liked her.

Of all the assholes in this world,
it had to happen to her.

Even the janitor fell in love with her.

The one that said he saw her
entering the yellow 500?

Yes. He courted her in his own way.

A shy, frustrated wanker.
Principal's spy.

May I?

May I?

Who is it?

Excuse me, I'm a reporter.

No, I don't want
to talk to reporters anymore.

- I'm from "ll Giornale".
- Please leave.

Calm down. I have no intention of
speculating on Maria Grazia Martini case.

I already told you everything I knew.
I have nothing else to tell you.

I just need to know one thing.

Has Maria Grazia been in a relationship
with some of her schoolmates?

No.

No. Maria Grazia wasn't
capable of doing certain things.

She was just a child.

She never
got intimate with anybody.

I watched her. All her
schoolmates gathered around her

because she was the
most beautiful and the most kind.

Mario Boni claims he met
her at an assembly.

That's impossible, because
she knew nothing about politics.

And she didn't even want
to know anything about it.

Therefore no strikes,
no squatting, no assemblies...

Not like her schoolmates,
Those criminals,

that have taken over
the school by now.

They take drugs...

They're all daddy's little boys
that have nothing to lose.

I'd put them all in jail.

So you're convinced that
Boni is the murderer.

Of course it's him. I can't
understand why he's still alive.

And I trust the news.
I've read it on "II Giornale".

I've been reading it for years.
I'm a faithful reader.

I read nothing else.

Then you'll know that
Mario Boni confessed

to having a relationship
with Maria Grazia.

- But...
- An intimate relationship.

But "ll Giornale" didn't mention it.
You haven't said that!

That rotten bastard!
Maybe he did hit on her.

But she...
No, she wasn't the type.

She was...
She was innocent. She was...

She was pure. She was a saint.
An angel! She was...

She was the Virgin Mary!
Virgin Mary! Virgin Mary! Virgin Mary!

She was a saint!
That's who Maria Grazia was to me!

The Virgin Mary!
She was a saint to me!

The Virgin Mary!
A saint!

So the boys from school were
right when they told me

you were in love
with Maria Grazia.

They hate me because she loved me!
She couldn't stand them!

They saw her as a whore!

You know why these things happen?
Because they abolished Latin.

Latin must be mandatory.

I had the usual drill,
but I remember everything!

I didn't expect
anything less from you!

What you wrote are just personal
assumptions that the police

already considered and discarded.

The police followed the path that
you and Lauri indicated.

I demand from "ll Giornale" to
consider the other hypothesis!

And stop this framing
of Boni and his group.

Calm down, Roveda,
and listen to me.

Why don't you worry exclusively
about things that concern you?

Sure! Your famous "division of tasks".
There's enough for everybody!

It's just a question of guts!

You're turning this
profession into something vile!

- And which professions are noble?
- I despise you!

You said too much.
You're a perfect specimen of a moron!

You don't scare me!

Go to the administration and get
your dismissal papers. They're ready.

- I�ll denounce you to the Journalists
Association! - You go and do that.

I can't stand it anymore!
He's a perfect idiot!

We'll all end up in his first book!

Who are you? how dare you?
What do you want?

How dare you? I asked you who you are?
What do you want?

- Tell me everything!
- Everything? I've nothing to hide!

- Swine! Swine!
- I know nothing!

Say "I did it"!
Say "I did it"!

- Say "I did it''!
- I killed her!

- Say it!
- Yes, it was me. I killed her.

That rotten bitch!

She mocked me,
so I followed her with my car.

Boni left her on the outskirts.

Help!

Stay put!

Stay put!

Yes, I killed her!

Listen to me carefully.

You and I are the only
ones that know about this.

If you talk to someone,
I�ll hurt you.

If you don't say a thing,
I�ll help you. Is that clear?

- Yes! Yes!
- Is that clear?

- Do you get it? Do we understand
each other? - Yes! Yes!

Christian Democracy is proving to be a
great party. It's recovering....

"Anti-fascism and anti-communism"
will still be the winning card.

There's a danger that this formula
has been worn-out.

No one still believes
that if communists win,

we'll see Cossack horses drink
from the San Pietro fountains.

I'm afraid of this
total lack of imagination.

Goebbels wrote, in his diaries,

that the masses are much more
primitive than we can imagine.

Therefore, the propaganda
should be essentially simple

based on the repetition method.

A very modern method, driven forward by
the big American advertising agencies.

Unique Selling Proposition.

You had some news?
What is it?

Yes. The real murderer of
Maria Grazia Martini turned up.

A maniac... a sick person.

He won't talk.
He won't say a thing.

It's up to us to decide
how to use him.

Let's wait until the
elections are through.

We'll decide according
to the outcome.

- Should I inform the director?
- No, he shouldn't know about it.

Everyone must do their jobs and
take their part of responsibility.

And, naturally,
their share of the profits.

The one called ''director" is not
always the one doing the directing.

Everyone must stay at their place.

The police for repressing,
the judiciary for sentencing

and the press for convincing people
to think the way we want them to.

After all, everybody is doing their duty.

Only the workers won't play along.

They don't work enough.
They don't care.

They're always asking for money.

We're unable to raise the production
levels. That's the real trouble.

How much does it matter,
in front of all this,

if some Mario Boni is
guilty or innocent?

... we humbly pray to you,
to send your spirit

to sanctify these gifts
we offer you,

so that they can become
the body and blood

of Jesus Christ, your
son and our Lord,

who has commanded us
to celebrate these Mysteries.

Remember
our sister Maria Grazia

whom you called to yourself
today from this life.

As you united her to
yourself with baptism

with the death of Christ, your Son,

now let her be part of his resurrection.

When he makes the dead
rise from the ground,

he will transform
our mortal bodies

into the image
of his glorious body.

Pray, my brothers,
for our sacrifice

to be welcomed
by God almighty.

Go in peace.
The Mass has ended.

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