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NETFLIX PRESENTS

BASED ON THE BOOK
"THE CATHOLIC SCHOOL"

BY EDOARDO ALBINATI
PUBLISHED BY RIZZOLI

Get us out!

Please!

Please, don't go away.

Otherwise, they'll be back.

Please.

6 MONTHS BEFORE THE FACTS

I couldn't say when it all began.

Get in line!

But that story was about us all.

Back straight!

Our education,
our neighborhood, our school.

After that,
nothing would ever be the same.

One, two.

Let me hear your voice.

One, two!

I was in my junior year
at a private high school,

with a monthly tuition to pay.

Girls weren't allowed to attend.

We were all boys
from a middle-class neighborhood of Rome.

Daddy's boys, essentially.

One of my classmates was Salvatore,

Angelo's brother,
who was a year older than us.

Let me see some strength!

And then Picchiatello,

so called because he was a very weird guy.

His mom was an actress
we all fantasized about.

Gioacchino Rummo.

Perhaps the only one who believed

in the Christian values
that priests were trying to teach us.

Except Brother Curzio.

If you looked closely,
he didn't even seem a priest.

Running on the spot!

One, two!

Arbus, these are spasms, not gymnastics!

Where are you going? Come on!

One, two!

It was 1975,

and violence was commonplace.

What happened, Pik?

Romoli.

He blew himself up
in front of the headmaster.

-Oh, it's true!
-Grow up! Become a man, once and for all!

D'Avenia.

Let me guess,
you didn't see anything, did you?

Like everyone else?

One of your mates is attacked
in the courtyard

and no one has seen a thing.

Fine.

If you have nothing to say, you can go.

Romoli wasn't bothering anyone.

As soon as the bell rang,

the seniors approached him

and surrounded him,
so nobody could see what they were doing.

At first, they just gave him a few slaps.

Then one grabbed his shirt
and started tugging at him.

So his glasses just dropped off?

No.

They broke them on purpose.

Good.

Now tell me who did it.

-No. Ask Jervi. He's the one who sent--
-Hey.

I can hear it from you first.

Guido.

Your father is with the headmaster.

They're young, but they have to understand
that we have rules here.

Your parents decided
to send you to this school

because obviously what they want for you

is a safe harbor.

Something to shelter you
from the… moral drift that--

Headmaster, excuse me.

Have you already started collecting
donations for Holy Easter, or…

Not yet, but…

Let me know.

Let's go now.

We won't trouble you further. Thank you.

Gianni.

Tell the janitor to send Jervi in.

What got into you?

What did I tell you?

So?

You made me look like a fucking moron.

Come here.

What did I tell you?

Don't you ever dare to do it again!

You must never do it again!

I got it. Sorry.

You made me look like a fucking moron.

Like a fucking moron.

From tomorrow, things will change.

Our life was full of rules.

When we broke them,
sometimes we were punished,

and other times nothing happened.

So we wondered if those rules
had been established at random.

When you turn six, you leave
your family shell and enter school.

Another shell.

In school, you risked acquiring
one of two attitudes.

Subdue or be subdued.

Give them back!
Rachele, you can't take them.

-Stop it.
-You're always stealing from me.

Enough! I'll tell Mom.

Stop it.

-No!
-Mom, Rachele stole my shoes.

That's not true! Don't lie.

I don't care. You two sort it out.

Elisabetta,
can you turn off the oven, please?

-I'll be right there.
-Okay.

Toby. Come on, go with them.

So?

So, I don't understand.

They didn't do anything to them.

They didn't take any action.

They'll just buy him
a new pair of glasses and that's it.

And it's done.

What do you think
they should have done to them?

Humiliate them in front of everyone?
Suspend them?

What did human justice do to the Lord?

It treated Him with hatred,
with thirst for revenge.

Evil begets more evil.

The behavior of Gioacchino's mates
must be understood and forgiven.

Or we'll enter a spiral
from which we'll never escape.

Sorry, Dad.
Aren't you the one who keeps saying

that forgiveness should only
be granted after confession?

Yes. But I also tell you not to put
too much trust in perfection.

No, I'm good.

And take heed of prejudices.

Enough arguing.

Girls. Here. Good girl.

Giaele, food's ready.

In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

I'm not in the mood.

Why?

Because I'm fertile right now.

And it's not a good time
to have another baby.

Well, why not?

I'm the one who'll have to carry it.

We've already discussed this.

Please.

Hey! Big hair!

-We got him in front of everyone.
-Glasses?

Snap! Tomorrow they'll have tape on.

-How did it go with your dad?
-As usual.

He gave me a fucking hard time,
but in the end, he stopped.

He said he won't let me out anymore.

And you, Giampie'?

Not a word.

-For real?
-Obviously.

-Your granddad built the school.
-Exactly.

And my dad gives them money every year.

The headmaster
should just shut his mouth. That's it.

They're pissing me off.

Well said, Angelo!

-Wanna get a drink?
-Yes.

Okay. Well…

Angelo.

-Andrea is about to be released from jail.
-What?

I've just been told.

It's gonna be soon.

Are we gonna be here all night?

Any ideas?

I don't know, really.

Let's decide something. Let's do…

In fact, I think I do have an idea.

Put it back!

Angelo.

-What?
-Where have you been?

Where do you think I've been?
With my friends.

Why do you always make me worry?

Worry about what? I'm here with you.

Let's go to bed.

I know you're awake.

Gianni told me what happened at school.

What did he tell you?

That they questioned you.

Yes.

The headmaster kept us at school
because he wanted to know who did it.

-And did you tell him?
-No.

Are you sure?

Well done.

You kept your mouth shut.

Never be a snitch.

-Understood?
-Yes.

Yes, what?

One should never be a snitch.

Any other sins to confess?

I tell a lot of lies.

That's bad.

Lying is a serious sin.

What kind of lies?

All kinds.

In order to be accepted by others.

I pretend to have the same passions.

The same ideas.

I wish I didn't do it.
It makes things worse for me, Father.

ST LUIGI HIGH SCHOOL

Because in the end I feel lonely.

It may seem
like I'm at ease with everyone.

And I get along with everyone.

But I'm never
really comfortable with anyone.

I am never really myself, Father.

You seriously told him in confession
that you don't believe in God?

What if he reports you?

I'm leaving this school, anyway.

I'm not learning anything.
I don't trust the teachers.

They should know stuff,
yet they don't even know they don't know.

They assume.

Their authority is based on nothing.

So, who do you trust?

I trust you.

You've chosen the wrong person.

Now it's reduced
to a simple quadratic equation.

Which I assume
you all know very well, right?

So what's your plan?

Once you've solved the equation…

I'll do two years in one.

I'll get my diploma one year early.

You need to have a B average
in all sophomore subjects.

-And take all junior-year exams.
-I know.

Arbus!

Since you're so chatty
this morning, come here.

Solve the equation for us. Come on.

This one?

Yes.

Arbus.

He was seen as a phenomenon by us all.

He was worshiped,
and thus kept at a distance.

Okay, Arbus.

You may return to your seat.

The greatest thing about Arbus
is that he would never flinch

and never lose hope.

Arbus was admired by all of us.

Jervi was too, but for other reasons.

-The body of Christ.
-Amen.

-The body of Christ.
-Amen.

The body of Christ.

Mom.

What?

-Why can't I take the communion?
-Because you can't, sweetheart.

But why?

It's the way it is.
When you grow up, I'll explain it to you.

-The body of Christ.
-Amen.

Let's pray.

In the name of Christ, Our Lord.

Amen.

-Gioacchino.
-Yes?

Where are your schoolmates?

Don't they attend Mass?

They attend the compulsory ones at school.

What's the point of sending their kids
to a Catholic school?

Maybe their parents work.
They don't have time.

I get it, but not one
out of 20 boys. It's absurd.

APOLLINAIRE'S IMMORAL TALES

Mom!

-Sweetheart.
-Didn't you see the car?

What would I do without you?

-Hey, are you all right?
-Yes, I'm fine.

5 MONTHS BEFORE THE FACTS

We could build a nice little house here
if we get the permits.

Right?

We could split the property.
One for you, one for your brother.

That'd be nice.

It could work.

Look.

Ruma.

Again.

You get emotional.

I've told you many times.
You have to be cold-blooded.

You aim.

You shoot.

Let's go.

The three pillars of our education
were persuasion, threat, and punishment.

But they were more
like steps than pillars.

If explanations and threats failed,
we then had to be punished.

In my neighborhood, great ambitions
were either lacking altogether

or manifested themselves catastrophically.

The underlying moral was

that everything that was transient
was unbearable.

And since everything is transient,
everything was ultimately unbearable.

Except in Arbus' family.

Good morning.

His father taught
mathematical logic at university.

He seemed more interested in his students
than in his children.

Okay.

This is identical to your house.

My dad built it for my sister.

He was obsessed
with a hacksaw and balsa wood.

Come on.

Bonjour. I've brought you a snack.

Mom, please.

Monsieur.

Hello, ma'am. I'm Edoardo.

Hey, Edoardo.

How is it?

My son is so absentminded.

What's in this big head of yours?

Secrets?

No, no secrets, of course.

What about you, Edoardo?

Do you have secrets?

Me?

Yes, things you don't tell your mom.

What are they? Tell me.

Actually, I hardly tell her anything.

So…

Of course.

What are you studying?

Chemistry.

Well,

since we know chemistry already,
how about a game of poker?

Ten thousand.

Call.

Fold.

Two pairs.

Straight.

Put that stupid sword down.

You'll hurt yourself.

Mom, don't you see how skilled I am?

I'm hungry.

Are you hungry?

I'm hungry.

Call Fernanda. I have a headache.

Fernanda?

Fernanda?

Why are you shouting? I told you…

Fernanda!

I have a headache.

Fernanda!

Fernanda!

Can you stop being a clown, for once?

-Yes. Okay.
-Go.

Enzo!

Enzo!

Guys! Calm down a bit.

Sorry, Brother Curzio.

-Welcome.
-Thanks.

The one on the right.

This is mine.
Why are you getting three beds?

Where did you find that?

Guess. Under the bed.

Under the bed.

Pik. Look.

-At the bottom.
-It's not there.

It's there. You have to look for it.

He's so dumb.

-Who?
-You.

-Me?
-Yes.

So, I asked you to come here this morning

because I'd like to begin this…

this conversation of ours
in front of this painting.

Quite simply, I'd like you to tell me,

freely,

what you're seeing in it.

Go on. Freely.

Well, Professor,

I see some men beating Jesus.

There are six men

beating Jesus.

How would you define these six men?

They're persecutors.

Persecutors.

And who's the victim?

Well, Jesus.

Are you sure?

It seems to me that the persecutors

are victims too.

Because those who hurt others

hurt themselves too.

-Right?
-Right.

I'd add that they
are not the only perpetrators.

Jesus is too.

He's using their evil to rise above them.

In order to be perfect.

Isn't this perfection
a display of arrogance, perhaps?

What are you saying?

Good is perfection, and perfection is God.

I believe you should start considering

that perhaps the devil manifests itself

when we are in the right.

When we feel inebriated by our perfection.

So you're saying that when we behave well,

we're following the devil's suggestions.

Therefore, there is no difference
between the saint and his tormentors?

Of course there is.

Jesus is a man too.

He became a man

and, as such,
he takes part in our imperfection.

Because He holds inside

the seeds of evil.

We become men

by inheriting evil.

By perpetrating evil.

And being victims of evil.

In order to be a victim of evil,

someone must surely perpetrate it.

What then?

You don't agree, Gioacchino?

I don't know, I…

I believe we become men
by doing good deeds.

You seem to be saying
that we only become men

by perpetrating evil. I don't…

I don't understand.

So, Professor Golgota's talking nonsense.

Hey. All clear. Let's go.

-Where are you going?
-Hurry up. Let's go.

-Me?
-Yes, come on.

Hi.

What are you doing?

We're re-enacting
the painting we saw earlier.

And why am I here?

You are the protagonist.

-Clothes off.
-You're Jesus.

-Go on.
-Do I take my shirt off?

-Yes. Bare your chest, like Him.
-Get naked.

All right.

-Here?
-Go on, on your knees.

-On your knees.
-Come on.

Down.

Ouch!

Hey! What are you doing?

You coward!

You sinner.

Stop now!

Sinner!

Yeah, that's enough.

Say you don't believe in anything.

Renounce your god, you snitch!

Renounce your faith.

Stay still, D'Avenia.

Renounce it.

What the fuck are you doing?

Have you lost your minds?

You sinner.

You like being flogged, don't you?

Being born male is an incurable illness.

That faggot deserved it.

You had to be ready to do
or suffer all sort of things

in order to obtain
the approval of your peers.

You had to prove you were strong,
even if you were weak.

Every day, you had to prove
you were a real man.

Then you had to start again from scratch
and prove it all over again.

If you failed once,
you would be marked forever.

TOMORROW NIGHT AT 3 AM
AT THE DEVIL'S CHAIR

I do not like dick!

Say it!

Girls. Do you like them or not?

Yes, of course.

What do you like about them?

If the question is too hard,
tell me what you don't like about males.

Body hair? Facial hair?

-Well…
-Whatever.

I'll tell you what you don't like.

You don't like dick.

I don't like dick.

Say it.

I don't like dick.

Say it!

I don't like dick.

130 HOURS BEFORE THE FACTS

-Come on!
-No!

No.

Come on.

-Hi, girls.
-Hi.

Where are you going?

I'm going home. And you?

Can you give us a lift?
We missed our tram.

-Where?
-Montagnola.

-Where's that?
-Montagnola.

Do you know Grotta Perfetta Street,
on the Laurentina?

Near the EUR?

-I see, the EUR!
-Yes.

It's quite far.

Go on, then.

-Can you open it?
-Oh my God.

There.

Sorry.

It's like a spaceship!

Have you seen how they get better?

They'll be making flying cars next.

By the way, my name is Donatella.
She's Nadia.

I'm Carlo.

You'll have to give me directions.

-I only know how to get to Colombo Street.
-Sure.

What do you do? Do you work?

No, I'm in my last year at school.

Oh. How come you've got a car, then?

It's my dad's, but I use it often.

How about you?
What are you doing around here?

We went to the movies.

We saw The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

-I haven't seen it yet.
-It's insane.

Wasn't it screening in your area?

What, is giving us a lift
that much trouble?

No, of course not. I was just curious.

-I'm just joking.
-All right.

A friend of ours
who's a photographer lives nearby.

He says that maybe he'll get us some work.

What do you do?

We're models.

I mean, we'd like to be.

I see! I'm sure you'll be great.

-Can I ask you for a cigarette?
-Sure.

Thank you.

-Voilà.
-Very kind.

-Can I put it on?
-Yes.

-Do you like Battisti?
-I do.

Aren't you singing?

Thanks again. Call us if you like.

Okay, sure.

Thanks.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Bye.

See you.

Sweetheart. Hey.

Sleep now.

Under the blanket. There.

Good night, Giaele.

Mom. And the prayer?

Come on, say it.

Dear Jesus, protect Lia, Mom, Dad,

Gioacchino, Ezechiele and Elisabetta,

Rachele, Tobia.

Well done, my love.

Very good. Now sleep.

Accepting an invitation could be risky.

But if you turned it down,
you'd lose masculinity points.

That's why I felt privileged

to be invited to the Devil's Chair.

The secret of our education
was to let the aggression out.

Otherwise, it would build up.

But without going too far,

or we would have drifted into fascism.

Where were you?
We've been waiting for an hour.

I met two girls. I gave them a lift home.

Why didn't you bring them?

They wanted a lift home.

Home? Where?

-They live far away.
-Where?

In Montagnola.

He ended up with some undesirables!

So you went out whoring!

You're the one who does that.

I can deal with girls.

Anyone would know how to deal with them.
They can't even speak.

We don't want to talk to them.

Introduce us.

As if they'd give you their number!

-What the fuck are you talking about?
-Look.

-Here it is.
-Look here.

-On my hand.
-On his little hand.

-Let the master work.
-On his little hand.

-Let the master work.
-On his hand.

All right, then. Let's call them.

Come on.

-Go on, call your new friends.
-Come on.

We were the first generation to enjoy

virtually limitless freedom.

Our families seemed solid,

but everything was
more fragile than it looked.

Edo!

Can you help me with the test?

No, Pik, don't…

Fathers were absent.

Like Pik's father.

No one had ever seen him.

No one knew anything about him.

But no one had the guts
to ask Pik where he was.

Shall we say three o'clock? Three thirty?

Three fifteen?

Three thirty is fine.

"E profundam."

Ablative?

Ablative? Yes.

One second.

No, accusative.

-Accusative?
-Yes.

Okay.

Mom is beautiful, isn't she?
She was an actress before I was born.

She was great.

Mom!

Mom!

-Why are you calling her?
-I'll introduce you.

-No--
-Mom!

Mom!

Why are you yelling?

I wanted you to meet Edoardo.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

Thanks for coming to help my son study.

It's nothing, I don't…

-Well, he needs it.
-My snack.

Is that the way to ask for it?

How am I supposed to ask?

I don't know. Look at your friend Edoardo.

Does he look like someone
who asks his mom for everything?

I will never make it.

For sure you won't, if you don't start.

Come on, I can't be late.

-Just write.
-Okay, thanks.

"All the dangers…"

"All the…"

"…of death…"

"…dan… gers… of death"?

3 MONTHS BEFORE THE FACTS

Cockroaches have been living on Earth
for 320 million years.

They are fast.

And hard to kill.

Because they have an exoskeleton,

which is hard,

but at the same time flexible.

It's a body that can mutate.

Change.

And everything
that causes change is violent.

Violent changes destroy,
but also create at the same time.

See?

I should kill him exactly here,

just here, in the chest.

Then yes, he would die.

That would be the easiest way.

It's the same with people.

It's pointless to waste time
looking for a way to kill a man.

There's no need to overthink it.

Sure,

a pierced chest
would be a terrible way to die.

Hey, bear.

Hurry up.

-I'll see you next week.
-Come on.

-Thank you.
-Bye.

-Why don't you stay?
-I have to go.

-All right.
-Thank you.

It became clear to me

that the madness of one family member
ended in another one's quirks.

Arbus wasn't a violent guy.

Yet he was obsessed with death.

If even Arbus' family
was attracted to evil,

perhaps Professor Golgota was right.

Maybe, in order to become men,
it was necessary to experience evil.

Hi there.

-Hi.
-Remember me? Monica.

We met last summer at the Circeo.

Oh, yeah, Monica. Sorry.

What are you doing?

Well, I was going home.

You never called me back.

Because I'd lost your number,
so I couldn't…

It's okay, I'll give it to you again.

Let me write it here,
so you won't lose it again.

Bye.

Bye.

Even if none of us would have admitted it,

we were all deeply scared of sex.

It was a mystery that had to be unveiled.

We were attracted to it
without knowing why.

Some used it to achieve freedom.

Others used it to destroy.

Mom, this is one of my schoolmates.
Stefano Jervi.

Good evening, ma'am.

Bye, Mom.

Didn't you get him a present?

-D'Avenia and I got one together.
-What did you get him?

Benazza!

How's it going?

-What a night!
-Yes.

Can I come with you?

What?

Just this time, please.

-You brought your little brother.
-Do you like me?

Let's get something to drink. Come on.

What's new?

Andrea is out of jail.

Fuck, finally. Where is he?

He stopped by earlier.

He'll be at home.

It was tough, but he held up in there.

-Yes.
-It's not easy.

Now we'll have fun.

Yes, we'll have fun.

Now we have to celebrate.

To Andrea.

To Andrea.

To Andrea.

To Gioacchino!

To Gioacchino!

Happy birthday!

Thank you. Thank you all.

-To Gioacchino!
-Thanks.

I'm fucking fed up now.

To Gioacchino!

To Gioacchino!

To Gioacchino!

-To Gioacchino!
-Happy birthday.

Ready for a special dish?

Spaghetti with clams, sir!

You're a clown, Pik. Stop it.

Would you like some more wine?

Wait, this monsieur needs more wine.

Enough now.

I don't know what it is.

-You've finished. I'll take it.
-Pik, enough with this shit.

Gioacchino!

Hi, Sara.

Who is she?

A girl I know.

And why didn't she say hi?

I don't know. She didn't recognize me.

-Come with me.
-Where?

-Just come.
-But where?

Come with me.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Excuse me?

Do you know my brother? Salvatore.

Oh, yeah. Hi.

Is that it? Nothing else?

What do you mean?

He's a nice guy, isn't he?

Get a drink together.

Actually, I have to go home.

You'll go home when I say so.

Do you really like this one?

Where are you going?

Look at me.

Think you're the only one with a pussy?

Think you're too cool for him?

Please, stop.

Now you beg me.

Go.

For he's a jolly good fellow

Which nobody can deny

Blow!

-Did you see that?
-No. What?

-That was Brother Curzio.
-What? Where?

2 MONTHS BEFORE THE FACTS

Before starting class,

I have your marked essays.

Albinati.

Thanks, Professor.

Arbus.

Your essay is correct. Well written, even.

But it's empty.

There's no passion, no emotion,
no personal interpretation.

I have no personal interpretation

for an essay about literature.

I know you need a B average
to graduate early,

but this essay doesn't deserve
more than a C.

Benazza.

"The greatest man in history

was Adolf Hitler."

Professor.

You're always talking about socialism.

About democracy.

Yet you won't allow an essay
about a historical figure.

Is that democratic?

Democratic?

Why? Was Adolf Hitler democratic?

Sit down.

Quiet.

Try to understand what you read
when you study.

And use your head.

Think about it, Benazza.

Think about it.

Guys. Hi.

Good, you?

I'm off. I'll see you around.

Hi.

Hey, how are you?

-I'm good, you?
-Good.

I'll see you, okay?

Maybe you want to help?

I'm missing a screw.

Oh, a screw…

-Shall I call your dad?
-No, Mom. I'm working on it.

I can see that.

-You seem in trouble, so…
-I seem…

I think destiny is the name of the line
that draws people's lives.

Leda's destiny concerned me deeply.

We feel immensely grateful
to those who inflict pain on us

as soon as they stop.

Go get Dad. So we can make a fire.

This explains why some women
stay with their abusive husbands.

Those moments of respite
make them love their men more,

as they've been so generous

to have temporarily stopped
mistreating them.

Dad?

Dad?

-The food's almost ready.
-Yes.

I'll be right there.

Is everything ready for the fire?

Yes, my love.

70 HOURS BEFORE THE FACTS

-Hi, Donatella.
-Hi.

-Nice to meet you. Gianni.
-Hi.

-Hi.
-Angelo.

Hi. Donatella.

-Nadia?
-Nadia couldn't come, sorry.

She had to take her baby sister
to the fun fair.

I see.

This is Rosaria.

Sorry, I have to make a call.

-Go.
-I'll be right back.

Yes, sure.

What can we get you to drink?

Whatever you get is fine.

Have you been friends long?

More than friends. We're like brothers.

-And you?
-We're neighbors.

Are you from the area?

More or less.

Shall I get you something?

What happened to you?
You left half an hour ago.

I don't want
to hang out with them, Angelo.

I figured it out.

You even said your name was Carlo.

At least play along, okay? Would you mind?

It depends. Where is the film?

Have you got a curfew?

-Are you up for it, Rosa'?
-Well? Are you coming?

Yes.

What?

We were planning
to go to the movies on Monday.

Nadia is coming too, right?

I believe so.

Are you joining us?

Yes, okay.

Perfect.

Are you up for it?

-Of course she is.
-Yes.

Good.

What's happening?

Where's Dad?

LETTER BY PROFESSOR LUDOVICO ARBUS
I'M A HOMOSEXUAL, I CAN NO LONGER LIE

He left.

He's realized that he likes men.

Didn't you know?

Hi.

Hey.

How did you know I live here?

Did you follow me?

Sorry about the other day.
I was in a rush.

Don't worry.

Do you want to come up? Nobody's home.

Okay.

Let's go.

How nice would it be
not to have a sexuality at all?

Imagine the relief
of not feeling this pressure.

Sometimes, a little negligence
can escalate into great evil.

And the most unfair consequence of sin

is that it contaminates both
the perpetrators and the innocents.

Little finger.

The sun…

-Mom.
-Sweetheart.

Remember when I was a child

and I dreamed of piercing Jesus
with a pitchfork?

-What are you talking about?
-Yes, I woke up all shaken.

He was twitching like a lizard.

No, I don't remember that story,
but it sounds horrible.

Hey!

Get this.

These are for Mom.

Show me.

How lovely! Are they for your painting?

-Yes.
-Beautiful!

Hi!

It's us!

-Wait, we'll help you. Come here.
-Ouch. Stop.

-What is it?
-Jesus!

Mom, don't worry.

-We're here for you.
-Are you okay?

Yes. Stop.

-What happened?
-No.

-Ouch!
-Calm down, okay? Come here.

Giaele?

What did you do?

Open your mouth!

Gioacchino!

Gioacchino, come!

What's going on?

Giaele, spit it.

-What's going on? What did she do?
-She ate a berry.

What do you mean, a berry?

-Come on. Giaele, look at me.
-Spit!

Please, spit it out.

Call someone.

-Spit it.
-Dad!

I'm here!

Dad, run, Giaele is sick. Run, Dad!

Giaele?

Please, do something!

Giaele. My love.

-Ouch!
-Call someone!

-Okay.
-What's going on?

Sweetheart.

Sweetheart, breathe. Breathe.

-Breathe, sweetheart. Come on.
-Breathe.

Come on.

Breathe, sweetheart.

-Giaele.
-Sweetheart?

Sweetheart!

Sweetheart?

Sweetheart, speak to me!

-Speak to me.
-Sweetheart?

Speak to me, sweetheart.

Giaele.

Giaele?

Sweetheart…

Giaele, speak to me.

Speak to me, sweetheart.

Speak to me, sweetheart.

Speak to me…

Sweetheart, no!

Giaele.

Why?

I was here!

Sweetheart.

Speak to me.

Good morning, Brother Curzio.

Hey, Albinati.

It went well, didn't it?

You passed with distinction.

Thanks. See you next year.

I don't think so.

After the death of his little sister,

many things changed
in Gioacchino's family.

I met him again years later.

He had become a psychiatrist

and had treated Benazza,
who then killed himself.

His diagnoses
of our old schoolmates were ruthless,

and confirmed their tendencies.

Chiodi was a sadist. D'Avenia a masochist.

Then he told me about Jervi.

He had died.

He had blown himself up
while preparing a terrorist attack.

What's up, Salvatore?

Why so deep in thought?

You passed.

He must be in love.

I'm not in love.

I'm off.

Where to?

To a party.
And yes, Mom, I'll be back early.

Hey! Weren't you going to a party too?

-Yeah.
-Hurry up, then.

I'm going now.

36 HOURS BEFORE THE FACTS

-Hi.
-Hi.

-Hi.
-Just the two of you?

Nadia couldn't come.

Better. At least we're even.

And Carlo?

He had to study.

But he said
we can join him at his mansion.

-A mansion?
-Yes, by the sea.

Where?

In a beautiful place, for real.

-What do you think?
-I don't know. I can't be home late.

It's not far. Don't worry.
It'll take us an hour, tops.

I have to be home for dinner, so…

Yeah, but it's one hour to go,
one hour to come back. Then…

Shall we go to the movies?

It's something different.
We can watch the sunset.

-What do you say?
-Come on.

-Okay, fine.
-Come on.

-But let's not be late.
-Yes.

Don't worry.

-Thank you. There you go.
-Please.

-Okay.
-Thanks.

Hi, Leda.

Is your brother here?

No, no one's at home. I'm alone.

When will he be back?
I wanted to congratulate him on his exam.

Two years in one.
No one's ever pulled that off.

You can wait here if you like.

Lie down.

I had often dreamed
of being alone with her.

And suddenly, it happened.

It was a bit weird.

I had this tender and ridiculous feeling

which from that day
characterized all my love stories,

always a bit absurd and unfinished.

Then again, maybe that's why
I remember them so well.

Edo.

Hey.

-What's that?
An invitation to a party at Circeo.

That's the last time I saw Leda.

Hi.

There he is. I'll go say hi.

Leda, what's happened?

-Can I do anything?
-Don't get involved.

Look at you. You're a child.

Carlo must have gone for a swim.
Come with me.

Please.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

Wait. I'll just park the car. One second.

Gosh.

I've never seen a house like this.

Hello, good morning.

May I speak to Monica?

Speaking.

Good morning, miss.

This is Dr. Edoardo Albinati's assistant.

You know who I'm talking about?

Mr. Albinati would like
to invite you to a party at Circeo.

He thought it would be a nice idea,
since you first met there.

Can you confirm?

-But is Edoardo there?
-Say yes.

Yes. I'll put him on now.

We are now forwarding your call
to Mr. Edoardo Albinati.

Hi, Monica.

Who was that?

A friend of mine.

Funny guy.

Well, at least it worked.

How so?

Well, you and I
are going on a date, aren't we?

I'm here with my assistant.

Okay. What's the plan?

-Shall we come pick you up in an hour?
-Yes.

-You definitely have your car?
-Of course.

Pik…

Pik.

Please, behave.

-Yes, sorry.
-No bullshit.

We're early.

Why don't we go to my house
before heading to the party?

This house is amazing.

Yeah.

-Thanks.
-You're welcome.

-Cheers.
-To you.

You're really amazing.

I'm not thinking straight.

Edo?

I've never been with a girl.

Have you seen Erika?

How she looks at me? How she touches me?

Please.

Don't touch me.

-She thinks you're funny.
-Come on.

-Yeah? Is that it?
-Yes.

Come on, Pik, please.

-You're annoying.
-And then?

That's it.

That's more than enough.

Is that more than enough?

Don't kid me.

I know there's more.

-Come on.
-There's nothing more.

Chill out, please.

-What shall I do?
-Don't do anything.

Nothing, Pik, okay?

Don't do anything.

We'll see.

What do we do now?

Come on.

Come on.

Wait, not like that. Wait.

Wait.

Monica.

You are completely crazy.

It's time to go.

What's happened?

I have to go home.

I couldn't do it. I want to go home.

Pik! Where are you going?

I'm sorry.

That summer, we understood
that we couldn't erase our mistakes,

because they were embedded in our school,
inside our homes.

They were right before our eyes,
but no one could see them.

No one had the courage to talk about it.

We had a mask of innocence
stitched on our faces.

But, suddenly, at that time,

there was no distinction
between a bunch of reckless kids

and ferocious murderers.

It's getting late.

Sorry, when is Carlo coming?

Are you not having fun?

-Yes, but we should be heading home soon.
-Yeah.

For now, you're staying.

What, are you playing now?

What's going on?

-Come with me.
-No.

-Come with me!
-Go.

Come on.

Up the stairs!

-You dirty…
-In the toilet!

What do you want from us?

Get off me!

If you scream, I'll beat you up.

Open up!

Open up, please!

I have to go home.

Come back soon, okay?

Remember to call my parents.

Open up!

Open up!

-I want to go home!
-Let us go, please.

I want to--

I'm sorry about the other night.

About my brother.

I just wanted to apologize.

Sorry, I got a flat tire.
I had no way of letting you know.

Sit down.

Can I make a call?

-Make it quick.
-Thanks.

Hello, ma'am, Guido speaking.

Listen, I wanted to tell you

that Angelo asked me to tell you
that he won't be home tonight.

The other entrepreneurs aren't stupid.

Yes, he's with Gianluca, yes.

They're going to the American flea market
tomorrow morning.

Thanks. Bye.

But in the long run,
it could turn out to be a boomerang.

For the country.

It's the safest way to invest.

Sure, interest rates are low, but…

I know. I do know.

Then tell him. Convince him.

It's for our children too.

It's their money too.

Sure.

What's wrong?

Aren't you hungry?

Where are you taking me?

Donatella!

Your turn.

Come on. Come.

Come on!

Yes. Good girl.

Come on. Don't be afraid.

Strip.

Come on.

Strip.

Good girl.

Then will you let us go?

Yes, of course.

We've never been home so late.

What are we going to tell our parents?

Hurry up.

Please, take us home,
or they'll be worried.

Come on.

We won't say anything.

Everything off.

No, please.

I beg you.

Come on. Then we'll see.

Donatella.

Did you hear that?

-What?
-There's a car.

Help!

-We've been locked up!
-Open up!

Help, please!

Help!

-Please, help us!
-Help!

-Help us!
-Open up!

Help!

What the fuck are you doing?

I'll beat you up!

-Got it?
-Okay!

We kept Bulgari locked up here.

You think we'd let you screw us?

-No!
-Stop it!

Shut up!

Jacques will be here soon.

The Marsigliesi boss.
He told us to kidnap you.

-This is his place.
-Stop it!

Come on.

I want to go home.

I want to go home.

Fuck, I'm done with these two.

I'll go get Andrea.

This is Jacques.

Hi.

Hey, say hi.

Angelo!

You shouldn't beat her like that.

Right?

Hey.

Hi.

Jacques, don't force me to sleep with you.

We can't take it anymore.

Don't worry.

If you don't want to, I won't force you.

Take us back home.

Please.

Please.

We'll find a way to get you home, okay?

Okay?

As long as you don't tell anyone
about what happened here.

Yes?

Yes?

-Is that clear?
-I swear.

Good.

And you?

Hey.

Wanna come with me?
Come on, don't be afraid.

Come on.

Come on.

Let's go.

No, please.

No, don't worry.

Let me go, please.

No.

What is it?

It'll put you to sleep.

No. Please, no.

-Please.
-Don't move. You'll make it worse.

Don't move.

Was that so difficult?

These two are useless now.

They've always been useless.

That's not true.

I don't even fancy them.

Who, these two?

This stuff doesn't work.
She's not passing out.

-Have you tried with the pillow?
-No.

I have this. What do you think?

-Come on, now.
-No.

Move!

What are they doing to her?

Do something, please.

Please.

-Shall I go?
-Yes, you go.

-Give me your arm.
-Stop.

-Here we go.
-Stop.

Look what your friend did to me.

Here. And here.

That's enough.

If you can't fall asleep,
I'll have to use a karate move.

No, please.

Yes, actually.

I'm all out of patience with you.

Tell me if you prefer a karate move

or a blow with the gun's grip
behind your head.

Do you prefer a karate move

or a blow with the gun's grip
behind your head?

A karate move.

A karate move.

A karate move!

Hello?

-They're killing me.
-Bitch!

Please!

You don't get it!

Can we put them in the trunk?

Okay.

Come on, then.

You have to use a blanket.

This one took her time to die.

Andrea.

I told you not to call me that.

What are we going to do with them?

I don't know.

You deal with them.
I have to take care of the house.

I'll make a call.

I'll ask Gianluca to tell our parents.

Look how well they're sleeping.

Yes, I get it, Gianluca,
but where is my son?

At Angelo's?

He said he was going to Maurizio's place.

At the last minute.

Yes, yes, that's fine.

Thanks.

Who was that?

Gianluca.

They're coming back. Everything is okay.

I told you, didn't I?

They were pieces of meat,
and they still are pieces of meat.

Only our friendship can save us.

Only our brotherhood.

Friends of death, friends in death.

Friends of death, friends in death.

Friends of death, friends in death! Fuck.

What time are the others coming?

In an hour.

Let's have pizza.

I can't. I gotta go home.

Home? What am I supposed to do
here alone for an hour?

No idea, Angelo.
I'm gonna see you later anyway.

We can do it when no one sees us.

Okay, but what time?

At three. Okay?

Angelo, here.

These are the keys to the car

and to the gate.

So you can get in
without making any noise. Okay?

I'll see you later.

Rosa'.

Rosaria.

They've left.

Rosaria.

They've left.

Rosaria.

They've left.

Rosaria.

Wake up.

Wake up, please.

Please. Rosa'.

Please.

Help. I'm here.

We're here.

Please, open up.

Otherwise, they'll be back. Please.

Good evening. What's the matter?

According to our records,
you're the owner of a white Fiat 127.

Is it stolen?

No, it's parked nearby.

Are you the only one using it?

No, my son uses it too. Why?

-And where is he now?
-Asleep in his room.

Sir, we have to check.

Just a second.

Raffaele, what's going on?

Go to bed.

I confess to Almighty God
and to you, my brothers and sisters,

that I have greatly sinned

in my thoughts and in my words,
in what I have done

and in what I have failed to do.

God Almighty, have mercy on us.

Forgive our sins.

After these events,
some people suddenly reacted.

It was as if the resentment
we all carried inside

was looking for a way to emerge.

Jesus, who came to console the sinners…

I never went back to that high school.

The last year, I left.

After the murder,
our quiet neighborhood had changed.

People in the street were suspicious.

No one felt safe anymore.

SCIENCE ENLIGHTENS THE MIND

At home, every mother
scrutinized her child,

trying to detect
if a monster was lurking in there too.

This went on for a while.

Everyone started to realize

that if you sweep the dust
under the carpet,

eventually a mountain piles up.

Then, gradually,

things went back to how they were before.

At the time of the Circeo Massacre,

rape was not considered a crime
against the person,

but against public morality.

Rosaria Lopez’s death
and Donatella Colasanti’s torture

ignited a debate that only concluded
in 1996, when Italian law was changed

and sexual violence was finally considered
a crime against the person.

The three perpetrators of the massacre
were all given life sentences.

Angelo Izzo

As soon as he was released on parole
for good conduct in 2005

he killed two more women.

Andrea Ghira

died in Morocco in 1994
after eluding arrest

and having lived all his life
as a fugitive.

Gianni Guido

Thanks to a sentence reduction,
he has been free since 2009.

Donatella Colasanti passed away in 2005
at the age of just 47.

Subtitle translation by: Luisa Zamboni