All language subtitles for S03E04 - Episode 4 (HDTV-1080p)-en

"May 7th"

I envy you a bit, you know?
90% popular support.

Italians love you, and let me say...

their hearts are difficult to win,
like that of a beautiful woman.

You sound like you know
what you're talking about...

Beautiful women are capricious, they get tired.

Just how long can Clean Hands last?

Well, in 1992 they told us we'd last
from Christmas to Boxing Day...

...but we're still here.

Now what is left for you to do?
You've left a clean house.

And now you're in that house.

Have a seat.

The heart of the Italians beats
a little for me too, give me that,

so they are split.

You attacked my companies,
my managers, my brother.

You didn't hold back on us either,
attacking the D.A. office.

It's like I said, people see us as enemies.

Do we really have to force
this beautiful woman to choose?

Well, if there's one woman,
chased by two men,

usually it ends badly.

- I'm not a jealous guy.
- I am.

But she is generous,
she is enough for us both.

As long as we lay down our weapons,
and stand side by side.

Di Pietro, our destiny is the same:

to change Italy.

I am offering you the opportunity
to continue doing it.

What do you mean... Ministry of Justice?

Better.

- The Ministry of The Interior.
- I have already spoken to the President of the Republic,

he is excited about the idea of you being

Minister of the Interior.

Think about all the things you could do.

I have too many ideas.

What could be better than realizing them?

Do you know what
Sergio Cusani once told me?

He told me that Clean Hands was a nice train,

and that I had to figure out when to stop it.

Before the crash, huh? Antonio!

It's just that the train isn't Clean Hands...

I am the train.

Whoever gets in my way,
they better dodge me,

because I knock down the walls too.

- Let's go, Scaglia.
- Well, Sir?

I'm staying where I am, Scaglia.

Well, we know why he called you, don't we?

Antonio Di Pietro is better as
a friend than a foe.

Why, do I hurt when I am a foe?

- We have to prepare for war, especially you.
- Me?

We aim for the Financial Police,
that's where I want to hit.

They're your colleagues.
Are you up for it?

Of course. You're asking me?

"July 14th"

Sorry, I'm a little tense.

There are magistrates
who've become very popular.

Thus, they're disappointed
if they don't get on TV.

There's nothing easier than locking
some people up to get media attention.

"To date, we thought that our work

could reduce illegality in society.

That's why we worked
hard to serve the country,

convinced that the need to enforce the law

for everyone was generally accepted."

The Biondi decree, nicknamed "thief-saver",

has exacerbated the clash between the
Milan D.A. and the Berlusconi government.

"We believe that the decree
issued by the Berlusconi government

is a targeted attack on this D.A. office."

Either the decree is approved
as it is or we all go home.

The situation is intolerable,
justice is being used for politics.

"People facing trial for serious corruption,
with overwhelming evidence against them,

will no longer be imprisoned.

Not even to stop them
from committing more crimes

to cover up their previous ones."

- Justice! Justice!
- This police state,

in the country that bore Beccaria,
is a disgrace.

Improper use of pre-trial detention must
be prevented. It's an issue of civilization.

"We have informed the public prosecutor

of our determination to ask as soon as possible

for re-assignment to a different task.

We cannot continue

given the contrast between
what our conscience asks,

and what the law says."

Thank you.

After the announcement of the
resignation of the Clean Hands unit,

a large crowd gathered outside
the building shouting their support.

- Clean Hands is over?
- Please.

Let us pass.

Do you want people to rise up?

Castello, who rises up? I don't even have
the strength to get out of bed in the morning.

The investigation into the alleged corruption

of Financial Police agents
by Fininvest group companies

provoked Berlusconi.

He now has to manage the strong
public opposition to the Biondi decree.

Maintaining our stance
on the decree is a boomerang.

- There is a haemorrhage of consensus.
- In war, you bleed.

We're the ones bleeding more.

Give it two weeks and it'll blow over.
Withdrawing it now would be a sign of weakness.

Shortly the starting whistle

- by the Hungarian referee, Puhl.
- Guys, the game's on!

...the World Cup final
between Brazil and Italy.

Goal!

"July 17th"

Brazil takes the lead.

We still have a slight hope.

Roberto Baggio will take
our last penalty from the spot.

If he scores,

hopefully the Brazilians
will miss their last shot.

- Go, Baggio, go.
- I can't do it.

Throw it in, put it in seven,
it's easy, come on, Roberto.

Roberto is against Taffarel.

- No!
- It's over.

Brazil wins on penalties.

It's a heartbreaking end

the azzurri did not deserve
to lose on penalties

a game in which
they were able to control

much fresher opponents.

We started as favorites,

Brazil beat us, but only on penalties.

I get it.

Thanks.

What's going on?

They shitted themselves!

It is not yet official, but they
are withdrawing the decree.

Come on! Yup! Go!

- So, how is it?
- Not bad.

Of course, it's not like your mother's.

Di Pietro doesn't give
you time to eat, eh?

We have to work.

What are you working on these days?

Can you pass me the bread?

Bread, some bread, please.

- There's a little Aglianico left, do you want any?
- What is it, Christmas?

It is Christmas?

Thanks.

You're kind.

- You are both kind.
- What do you mean?

- Nothing, I feel kindness at this table.
- Dario...

From one to ten, how much
of an idiot do you think I am?

Hmm?

I haven't heard from you for years

and you invite me right when we start
investigating the Financial Police?

- You're wrong.
- You want to know if your friends will be arrested?

Someone as smart as you with a villa in
the countryside and a house by the sea?

- By the way, you have a beautiful BMW.
- Fuck you.

You fuck you!

For you I am the fool who works
his ass off for 1.3 million lire a month

while you have a good life!

And now, what is it?

What's up, are you afraid?

Dario, please, that's enough.

- I say that's enough. I'm leaving.
- Where the fuck are you going? Sit down.

Dario, hey!
There's something Dad must tell you.

Don't worry.

They can't do anything?
Can't they operate?

- No.
- Holy shit.

He doesn't want to go to the hospital,
he wants to stay at his house.

- When he decides, you know him...
- Yup.

It won't be for long anyway.

- Dario, come visit him.
- Yup.

I feel like an asshole
for what I said earlier.

- I'm sorry.
- You are a bit of an asshole.

Anyway, we're afraid, you're
taking ten of ours each day.

- What can I do?
- Di Pietro only gives a shit about Berlusconi.

We're just cannon fodder, he
doesn't give a shit about our lives.

Brother, if you have nothing to hide,
you have nothing to fear.

What if Di Pietro is
the one hiding something?

- What the fuck are you saying?
- Hold on.

Here.

What's this?

The bullshit he's been doing
since he was a magistrate.

Favors for suspects,
bent investigations and more.

Is that what you're doing at Financial Police,
you fabricate files about Di Pietro?

- There's nothing to create, it's true.
- Who's paying you?

Read and learn.

Do you want me to take this
to Di Pietro, you dickhead? Is it a warning?

You don't understand,
I'm doing you a favor.

Open your eyes, if you're with him,
you've turned against all of us,

but nobody is clean.

You want war at the Financial
Police, huh? Dickhead.

Do you want war?
Bravo, go fuck yourself.

You and your shitty car!

Dario!

Dario?

How long have you worked for him?
Have you ever had any doubts?

Is Di Pietro God, does he do
everything right? Always?

Seven years ago, a colleague
in my team took a bribe,

he offered me a share
and I went to our superior.

Then what happened?
Nothing, fuck all!

Except that afterwards everyone treated
me like the plague, even my family.

Di Pietro found out,
he was working in Bergamo.

He sent for me
and took me to his team,

because I had been honest.

Do you understand
who Antonio Di Pietro is?

This is all bullshit.
I don't believe a single thing.

Then give it to him
and see how he reacts.

You always say: If you have nothing to hide,
you have nothing to fear.

Gentlemen, we dug and found

a mine of corruption

and now maybe even a nugget.

Colonel Antonio Pancaldi
confessed to taking 53 bribes

on as many tax audits.

The nugget is not the 53 bribes,

but it is bribe number 54.

That bribe, at the moment,
remains only in theory.

- Pancaldi doesn't want to confess to it.
- Why?

Why?

Where do you think
the 54th tax audit was?

Where was it?

Mondadori.

As you know, it's owned
by the Prime Minister.

There are two possibilities:

either Pancaldi accepts bribes for 53 times,

but at the 54th becomes honest,

(a miracle can always happen)

or Pancaldi did take the 54th bribe,

but he doesn't confess... let's say
because he supports Forza Italia.

Understand why he holds the nugget tight?

He doesn't know that I am now going
back to San Vittore jail because I want it.

Be quiet, can you hear?

- "Di Pietro, break a leg!"
- Break a leg!

- Thanks.
- Knock him dead!

Sir, can I talk to you for a moment?

What's up, Scaglia?

Not here.

You say this mud was from
the Financial Police?

Are you not reading it?

Tell me about it.

You maneuvered a suspect to make him speak

- against the Socialist Party.
- Then?

You borrowed money from
shady figures to buy a Mercedes

and more for your home in Bergamo.

Anything else?

There's an accusation of bribery.

Bribery of what?

And you believe this?

- No.
- Who put these things in your head?

Your brother?

Did you think I wasn't informed?

I know everything, Scaglia, yet
I decided to trust you,

but it seems you don't trust me back.

Do you think I would give
you this file if I didn't trust you?

I have questioned many people, thousands.

I can read the looks

and yours is full of doubts.

I can count them.

Scaglia, collect this garbage.

From today, you go back to catch small fish,
I investigate Berlusconi alone.

Collect this garbage, quick.

Come on, Morini.

The businessman has already confessed,
he gave you 15 million.

If you admit to it too, we'll end it here.

Do you know who he looks like?
A robot, remote controlled.

Okay, don't you wanna talk?
Go to San Vittore jail.

Look, you don't want my client to talk.

I'd take your father down with me,
Colonel Donato Scaglia.

What do you mean?

I have been under his command
for years, taking bribes with him.

If you don't cover my ass, I'll
make a nice list for Di Pietro.

Hello, how's it going, Scaglia?

How am I? I can find no evidence...

- this case is not clear.
- And we can't clarify it?

Close the report,
then we'll talk about it.

Morini, you got off lucky today, believe me.

"DINO BOSCO MURDER: AN EXECUTION?"

Oh wow, good to know.

Thanks for the information, sir.

- What's up?
- Would you like to go to Milan,

to see your sister?

- Why?
- Invite her to dinner.

I know that look.

the look "Leo wants to
get something from someone."

Exactly, and I need an accomplice.

Do you want to fuck my sister too?

No.

I'm interested in her boyfriend.

- Hey, Dario, are you okay?
- Yes.

This came for you.

Look at the postmark.

You live happy away
from the D.A.'s office.

Pastore.

Leo, exactly, what do you do for Berlusconi?

Nobody knows.

He has an office next to the
Prime Minister's, but to do what...?

I solve problems, let's say.

Like what, fixing the air
conditioning in Palazzo Chigi?

Mostly sewers, drain,
in short, dirty work.

Thank you.

Do you have the 1985 Sassicaia Magnum?

- The last one.
- A sign of fate!

- The best wine of the century.
- Think if it tastes of cork!

How come you two are in Milan?

- I'm selling my house.
- Ah, really?

Undeclared, obviously, now that
I have a friend in the Financial Police.

Why, are we friends now?

But you could become colleagues.

Many former agents have made
a career working with Silvio.

Yes, I wonder why?

If I was you, I'd think about it.

With your skills, Fininvest's
doors are always open.

Thanks. See Giulia?
I even found a job tonight.

Just... I'd hate to leave the
Fininvest investigation.

I'm not saying you do it now,
but maybe tomorrow...

Enough talking about work.

Let's talk about you. You never tell
me anything. How are you?

Well, indeed, very well.

If we could see each
other a little more...

Don't you see each other
every day in the D.A.'s Office?

Yes... but we pretend
we don't know each other.

- So he's not the one giving you the news?
- Him? Absolutely not.

Conflict of interest, Hon. Castello, in Italy
there are still those who care about it.

- Come on!
- You never broke the rules?

- Not even for love?
- Never.

Come on, you must have made an exception
at least once for someone you care about.

I don't understand, what are you saying?

Nothing, only that we're all equal before the law

until it touches us closely, isn't it?

Enough. I understand
what this theater is for.

You're after the wrong person, Leonardo Notte,

thank goodness that the wine
of the century didn't come.

- Dario!
- What's wrong with him?

Let's go, Giulia!

What do you think?

- Dario, wait!
- Can we have our coats, please?

- This asshole wanted to buy me with a 600,000 lire wine!
- Perfect.

Every time I think
my sister has changed...

- You did the right thing.
- We both have such shitty families!

Respected, loved by all.

You should've seen,
people bought him plenty of gifts.

I wanted to be like him, that's
why I enlisted in the Financial Police.

When I reported that colleague, shit,
I thought he would be proud of me.

Instead he gave me so much shit!

Then I understood where
those gifts came from, that love.

- I was naive.
- No, you were honest.

Yes, for my father
the two are the same.

Now that I could make him
pay, the asshole gets sick.

What kind of man am I, if I
report him now that he's dying?

How is he?

How come you keep the blinds
down with the sun outside?

The light bothers me.

What's wrong?

I need to talk to you, dad.

- There is trouble.
- More serious than this?

Morini.

I questioned him about a small bribe.

He threatened to mention your name.

In the end, this is what's left.

Why did you do it?

I was a great Financial Police agent,

well decorated.

If I had applied the law, half of the
companies in Lombardy would have shut.

This is how the economy
works, nobody pays taxes.

How is it, everyone can
get rich and I can't?

I too wanted to give you the best schools,
have the most beautiful holidays.

Your mother had such good taste,
she deserved those clothes!

What do you understand?

For you there are only
good guys and bad guys.

Life is in the middle.

I always asked your mother:
"Are you sure he's my son?"

I never understood you.

But you are my son,

you are my family,

and family always comes first.

I don't regret anything.

A long list of incidents
of corruption follows.

The statute has run out for some,
but for some others it hasn't.

I wrote them down with all the
details my father remembered,

plus others I traced.

Ask for house arrest for him,
he can't go to prison.

- Sure.
- Thanks.

I'll prepare the warrant for Morini.

You prepare my father's,
if you don't mind.

- Is there a problem, Sir?
- Eh?

No, no.

Scaglia, come with me.

I want to show you something.

The gold nugget.

- Did Pancaldi speak?
- Yes, but only to pass the buck.

He says it was a certain Curti

to push him to keep quiet on Mondadori.

Alberto Curti, the Marshal?

Who in turn was pushed
by a certain Matteo Guarnieri,

lawyer and former Financial Police agent.

As soon as I had him arrested,
he claimed to have acted on his own.

- I wonder...
- Who pushed him?

Exactly.

Who is behind all this?

Who went to all this trouble
to separate himself from the bribe?

Who, Sir? Who knows who it is?

One thing is certain, Guarnieri
was in Rome on June 8th.

We've seen his hotel reservation.

As it happens, Guarnieri calls
Curti the very same evening.

Scaglia, one plus one
equals two, it all adds up.

If we can show that Guarnieri
met Berlusconi that day...

and they talked about that...

How do you prove that
he walked into Palazzo Chigi?

There are no witnesses.

Maybe there is someone.

Who?

Someone who doesn't even
have parliamentary immunity.

I've just arrived.
Where are you, Sir?

See you upstairs.

Didn't he say why they summoned you?

Of course not.
How would he know?

With these guys it can be anything,
they enjoy terrorizing people.

You shouldn't be afraid of them...

They're the ones who
should be afraid of you,

because you're stronger.

You always win.

Dario, I didn't expect to
see you again so soon.

Take a seat. Your lawyer
too, take a seat.

You're almost a regular here.

You missed a great
Sassicaia the other night.

Here I am.

- Mr Notte, Mr Lawyer.
- Sir.

- I meet you in person, at last.
- I won't waste your time, Notte.

Do you know Matteo Guarnieri?

Only superficially.

He works at Fininvest, doesn't he?

Has he ever come to
Rome to meet your employer?

I don't know.

I'll help you remember.
Time and place:

did Guarnieri come
to Palazzo Chigi on June 8th

to confer with Berlusconi?

- I don't remember.
- Why don't you remember?

Isn't your office next to Berlusconi's?

Were you on vacation?

It's possible. I could have been somewhere else.

I am always on the move.

Yes, you're very agile.

- Is that a compliment?
- No.

Let's put it this way:

you were at Palazzo Chigi and you
know that Guarnieri was there too.

No.

I know nothing about this meeting,
I don't even know if it actually happened.

So you haven't seen Guarnieri?

I barely remember his face.

A poker face, more or less like yours.

This isn't a compliment either, is it?

You're wrong.

You're wrong, indeed.
If I have to be honest,

you're taking a risk.

Do you want to go back
to San Vittore jail?

- On what charge?
- False testimony.

Mr. Di Pietro, sir, are you serious?

You have no leg to stand on.

- My client's position is clear.
- Clear.

Okay, gentlemen, then what
can we say? Thanks for coming.

I'm disappointed, you know?

I advocated for your
appointment as minister.

You would have been a valuable
asset for this government.

Too bad, maybe for next government...

- Mr. Notte.
- Thanks.

Mr Lawyer.

- See you later.
- See you later.

I hope not, don't be offended.

- Dario, do you have a cigarette?
- Here you are.

- Say hello to Giulia.
- Of course I will.

Mr Notte.

Excuse me, just a curiosity.

Do you believe in God?

An old man with a beard
who is up there in the sky,

and even if there are millions of galaxies,
he cares about my fate and loves me?

No I do not believe he exists.

Such a pity...

because from today you should pray to God
that I do not prove that meeting happened.

What a dickhead, eh Scaglia?

A huge dickhead.

- Hello?
- You proved

that I was right about you all along.

You are a small, mean man,

full of envy.

Poor asshole.

All this time longing for revenge.

You believe you're better
than me, but you're worse.

I'll die calm and peaceful,

if I think I won't have
to see your face ever again.

- You're here!
- Hey.

- They're all looking for you upstairs.
- Let them search.

- You smoke too much.
- You too should stop.

Offer me one.

I tried not to give a shit about justice...

nothing, my head is too hard.

- But I've understood something.
- What?

Di Pietro is not my family
and neither is my father.

You are.

The first time I walked
in there two years ago,

I was a little afraid.

- Why?
- I don't know.

I felt like I was setting foot
in a sacred building.

The Temple of Justice, isn't it?

Then I realized that the Law is just
an inscription on the wall up there.

Nobody gives a shit.

They deceive, betray, take bribes.

All of them...

except you.

It's cool to be with someone different.

- Honesty is sexy.
- Then I'm good for today.

- Going back?
- Yes, I have a lot of work to do.

- We are close.
- To Berlusconi?

Your friend Leonardo
fed us a load of crap,

with that shitty smile on his face.

Do you know what
I saw behind that smile?

Fear.

He was afraid.

On the 10th Ocober 2001 the Supreme Court tried Silvio
Berlusconi for paying various officials of the Financial
Police in relation to a tax audit carried out in 1992 on Fininvest
Group Companies. He was acquitted of any wrongdoing.

They're here.

I am sorry for your boss...
he really wanted to be Prime Minister.

- Was I quick enough?
- Perfect.

I treat everyone with the utmost kindness...
and this guy comes to tell me about shit factories?

- Are we a team?
- You tell me.