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Stay for just a while.

Stay and let me look at you.

It's been so long I hardly knew you.

Standing at the door.

Stay with me a while.

I only want to talk to you.

We travel all the way around the world.

We dancing since the night became a brand new day.

Love is playing just from some romantic play.

September morning still can make me feel that way.

Look at what you're down.

You have become a grown -up girl.

I've taken in your crying.

Here's the corner of your room.

And look how far we have come.

So far from where we used to be.

But not so far that we have forgotten how it was before.

Raimondo Bontempi used to teach science at the Benetto Croce College in Milan.

Unfortunately, due to staff restriction, he's been transferred to the Dante

Alighieri College in San Basilio, one of the most dangerous quarters of Rome.

Bontempi has an old -school mentality, and nobody likes him in his new college,

especially hot -headed and undisciplined students.

Bontempi's main opponent happens to be one of his colleagues, Riccardo Salemi,

who teaches art history.

Salemi takes advantage of his status over some of his female students eager

pass their degrees.

This, of course, is against Pontempi's principles, who is willing to do

everything in order to convince the sexually abused students to overcome

fear and come before a jury.

Pontempi, for his part, is about to tell the court all he knows about Salemi's

dirty business.

Please, ladies and gentlemen, quiet, quiet. The trial is about to begin.

Silence.

Introduce yourself.

My name is Raimondo Botempi. I was born in Milan on the 3rd of February, 1952.

Could you please read this?

I,

Raimondo Botempi, am fully aware of the consequences of my testimony. I swear I

will tell the truth and nothing but the truth in regulation with the law.

Thank you, Mr. Botempi. The DA may now begin.

What is your job exactly, Mr. Bontempi?

I teach science at the Dante Alighieri College.

Mr. Bontempi, could you tell the Corps what you've discovered about the Dante

Alighieri College?

Yes, absolutely.

I've been teaching in this college since 1992, and right after the start, I

could feel I wasn't welcome. Prior to this, I was teaching at the Benito Croce

College in Milan. Believe me, I can tell you it was a shock for me, and it was

totally a different world.

It was hard for me to grasp the reality of my students' surroundings.

Their background was different from mine.

Having worked in a privileged environment in Milan, I wasn't ready for

in store for me.

Not allowed to smoke in class.

Did you hear what I said?

Are you deaf or something?

Come to the blackboard.

Hey, that new teacher's going to have a few surprises with Nicola.

I want you to draw a thorax with all the bone structure and organs.

Go ahead. Let me see what you can do.

What's so funny?

Bun Pinty is an asshole.

In fact, the college is located in one of the poorest quarters of the city, and

it's no wonder that most of the students are problem children.

The boys, for instance, come to school because they don't have any place else

go. That's why they spend their time messing with the teachers.

The girls are a little bit different. They want to get out of the ghetto.

I remember one day two girls came to me and told me about the art history

teacher and his blackmail. I couldn't believe my ears. My job is like a moral

mission for me.

And I couldn't stand what I was hearing, you know?

What those girls were telling me was an offense to every teacher in the country.

I mean, for me, this guy was a monster.

Then what did you do?

Well, I didn't hesitate for one second and went straight to the police to

the whole thing.

All right.

Thank you very much, Mr.

Bontempi. Now, Your Honor, I'd like to have more details about Mr.

Salami's activities.

Let's hear the account of one of his victims and we'll try to help to

this story.

Fine, but first let's hear the defense.

Yes, Your Honor, I have questions for Mr.

Bontempi. Have you at any time personally witnessed what you've just

court? I'd like to know.

No, I've never really seen it happen, but I trust my students.

All right, let me rephrase my question then.

Did you see my client, Mr.

Salemi, right here engaged in any kind of illegal intercourse, yes or no?

No. That's all I need to hear.

Mr. Vontempe, you may go now. Thank you very much.

Thank you, Your Honor. Thank you. Thank you.

Testimony of student Serena Rutigliano.

Miss Rutigliano, you are a student of the Dante Alighieri College, right?

Yes, that's right. I've been in this college for many years now.

Do you know Mr.

Salemi? Yes, Mr. Salemi was our art history teacher.

Can you repeat in front of the court the exact words of Mr. Salemi?

Yes, but first, if you will, I would like to tell you a little bit about my

background. You see, you have to understand that where I come from, it's

easy to study, so it was really hard for me. But I wanted to pass my exam so

bad, I was ready to do anything, come hell or high water.

Mr. Salemi knew it too well, and he took advantage of it.

And what do we have here?

Oh, interesting.

Very interesting.

All this is nothing but nonsense, and it will get you nowhere.

I wonder why you bothered to come to class.

I tried to do... Don't you dare answer me. When you attend class, you're

supposed to study. Do I make myself clear?

I grew up in a family where studying was very important. It was considered the

only way out of misery.

Studies could get you a nice job, for example. You could become a journalist

even a diplomat.

Not only was it a way to succeed professionally, but it was also a way to

some money in for the family, which we all needed.

My elder sister, who was an accountant in a fashion boutique downtown, had

always more or less been in charge of the house.

My grandmother, Mama Lucia, was sick.

She had to go on a drastic diet, but she didn't give a damn.

She said she was born an Italian and she would eat pasta until the very end.

Everybody was worried about it and there was no use trying to convince her. My

mother went nuts about it, but it was hopeless.

Pasta rules.

She couldn't do anything about it, nor could I.

Nor could my father.

The poor man was an electrician and he could say he had blown his fuse.

He was in his own world, and who knows, maybe it was better this way because all

my mother and my sister could talk about all day long was the fashion boutique.

We could never talk about something else as if it was the most important thing

in the world.

Each time I tried to talk about my problem in school, nobody was listening.

The only thing they kept on telling me was, study, study, you'll see that one

day it will pay.

But in the meantime, I was left alone with my problems.

That was the way it was in the family.

Until this day, when Mr. Salemi came to see me after class, he was unusually

nice to me, and he made me understand that he could help me overcome my

shortcomings. That's when he volunteered to give me private lessons at home.

Free, on top of that. I couldn't believe it.

Born in 1832 in Florence, he was a student of Mr.

George Satriani. I want you to know that we are grateful for what you're doing.

Don't even mention it. It's nothing unusual for a teacher to help a student.

It's part of my job as a teacher. Very kind.

Listen to me, sweetheart. I'm going to meet your sister at the boutique. She

needs help, you know.

Please make sure Grandma doesn't eat too much pasta. It's bad for her. Is it

understood? Don't worry. I'll take care of her.

Thank you again, Professor. Thank you for the coffee.

So, where were we at? Ah, right here.

That's how it all started.

It was a dream come true to have my personal professor at home.

But very soon, and without noticing anything, I was to experience one of the

most traumatizing events of my young life.

How's your grandmother?

She's feverish. I gave her a few tablets.

Come on.

I know that my sister was watching my private lessons.

I felt ashamed because he had forced me into looking at a photograph of my

grandmother when she was young.

I don't know why, but I went on with the program.

Maybe because although I didn't want to admit it, I was attracted to him. I was

like hypnotized by this man. I felt like he could bring me something special.

I mean something other than sexual satisfaction.

One evening, for example, I remember I was invited to a party with my sister

two friends. The professor was trying to stay as late as possible.

and he was truly hurt when the boys asked him to leave.

I was hurt as well, and I felt disappointed when he left me.

That's why I got mad at my sister.

I told her all of this was so childish that I needed those lessons to keep up

with school.

I went on and on telling her she was selfish and that as my elder sister she

should be an example for me.

I often argue with my sister and her friends, and that night I decided not to

out with them.

I had only one thing on my mind, and that was to apologize to Mr. Salemi. I

really felt bad for him.

I'm sorry.

No, it's all right.

I mean it. I'm sorry.

I didn't want this.

How was I to know it would end up in an orgy with my sister?

Come on, baby, let's join the others.

Big girl.

Hey, you're beautiful.

Nice breaths.

Really nice.

Ah.

The private lessons went on.

The relationship between Mr. Salemi and me grew hotter and hotter.

For my part, I was convinced he loved me, and I guess that's the reason why I

agreed to let him keep on playing with me.

I was thinking that if I had refused to play along with his rules, he would

immediately stop tutoring me. What was to follow proved that I had all the

reasons in the world to be afraid of that.

One evening, we were studying in the kitchen while Gina, the maid, was doing

washing up.

I asked for a break in the luncheon to go upstairs and check if my grandma was

all right.

She had eaten too much tagliatelle alla carbonara, and I was kind of worried.

The professor didn't seem to mind, so I left him alone with Gina.

That's when I understood his true nature.

What if she comes back and catches us in the act? Don't worry, baby. Just

concentrate on my cock.

That's right.

Yeah.

Deeper.

um

I couldn't stand it, and I decided to put an end to our relationship, and

when the trouble started.

This whole story really gets me down.

Thank you very much, Mr. Tigliano. That's it for today.

Antonella Jovina's testimony.

You may now begin.

What can you tell us about Mr.

Salemi?

I'm a student at the Dante Alighieri College, and Mr. Salemi is one of my

professors.

I must say I've always been a pretty serious student.

I knew that college was the only way I could get a decent job, and it was what

wanted the most.

I've been raised in a poor environment, and for my folks to leave me, life is no

bed of roses. That's why I wanted an education so bad. I felt like I deserved

something better for my future.

Mr. Salemi was aware of that, and he knows as well that my parents had both

killed in a car accident that year.

All of a sudden, I found myself in charge of the family as my elder brother

in shock.

He had gone through a nervous breakdown after the death of my parents and had

found shelter in drug abuse.

Of course, we were too poor to afford to send him to the Betty Ford Center, so

we had to cure him the old way.

Cold turkey, like Gene Hackman in The French Connection 2, which was not bad

a sequel.

Those were hard times, and the only thing that kept me going was my

with Francesco, a student from my class.

Francesco was a very nice and gentle boy.

I'm sure your brother is going to be all right. Yeah, you think so? And he's

lucky to have a sister like you.

Sometimes life isn't fair.

Some people are pure evil, and they get away with it, while others are genuinely

good at heart, and they die young.

Then Professor Salemi walked into my life. He offered to give me free private

lessons. His offer was a gift to me because it came just in time when I

tutoring to keep up with the level.

But soon, Mr. Salemi shifted topics. He started to talk about philosophical

issues, about men and women relationships, about sexual and

fulfillment. Of course, I was too young and innocent to see where all this

double talk would lead us.

Mr. Salemi opened new perspectives in my life, and I started to talk Francesco

into a higher level of comradeship. He first hesitated, thinking it would harm

our beautiful relationship, but eventually he gave up.

me to tell him about what we were doing and when he learned I had a sister we

had a threesome.

He threatened to go and tell the superintendent.

I had no choice.

I have to say, unfortunately.

Thank you very much, miss. You may go now.

Professor Ricardo Salemi's testimony.

Miss Salemi, do you know why you are here today?

Yes, I do.

Do you swear to tell the truth and nothing but the naked truth?

Hey, judge, that's what I'm here for. I've got nothing to hide.

All right, then let's hear what the district attorney has to say.

Thank you, your honor.

Professor Salemi, what have you got to say in response to what we've just

Does it come as a surprise for you?

Well, now, what do you expect me to say? These are shameful lies. I mean, all

the accusations come from the same class.

And it's no wonder, because this class is really specially sick. I mean, this

class is nothing but a bunch of fratskits and anarchists.

I mean, you must know that I have no respect for hooligans and the likes of

them. I'm sure you'll understand that.

These lunatics are a menace to society.

So I think it's a conspiracy, and that hurts.

I mean, as a professor, I've always tried to do the right thing, and it

gets me down to see that some lowlife two -bit punks are trying to undermine

very basis of our society, and I won't let anybody threaten our system. I'm not

perfect, Your Honor, but I'm a true patriot, and I would hate for my

grow up in a country run by the goddamn communists. No way.

Your Honor, it's nothing else but an attempt to eliminate a decent citizen

fighting to survive in a free world. It's breaking my heart, but what can I

What else can I do?

Family values are going down the drain.

Oh, really?

Your conspiracy theory is a smokescreen, and I advise you to stop making fun of

us immediately.

This court is not a circus, Mr. Salami.

What we are talking about here is a serious crime.

If you think you can get away with it by selling us your nonsense stories, you

should think twice.

Niccolo Perella's testimony.

Tell us something. Are you familiar with Mr. Salami?

I know him on a personal basis.

What do you mean exactly?

Well, he's my professor and he's my friend as well.

Do you mean that you used to see him from side to college? Oh yeah, very

Could you be more explicit with regards to your relationship with Mr. Salami?

Yeah, well, we've been buddies for quite a long time. In fact, he's a real cool

guy. To tell you the truth, I've always been a bad student. So when Salemi told

me he would make me an offer, I couldn't refuse. I thought, who the hell is this

guy? He said he would help me pass my exams if I could provide him with the

fresh meat.

I gotta say, I'm very successful with the chicks, so it was easy to persuade a

few of them to do it for me.

Thank you, Nicholas. You may go now. I won't forget our deal.

In front of him stood the most beautiful model.

He didn't know yet if he was going to paint her or if he was going to caress

wonderful sculptural body.

He could guess he would enjoy both activities.

Would he take his brush in his hand or another kind of tool?

Well, buddy, if it were up to me, I wouldn't hesitate.

Inside, inside.

Oh, go on.

Stop fucking around. Suck my dick.

I remember another time. It was also with that same girl.

That was weird.

From what she told me, she had been invited in a fancy restaurant not far

the Villa Borghese.

She went there with Francesco, a student from my class, and another dude I

didn't know.

Salami wanted her to do everything he and Serena's sister's boyfriend told her

to do.

Salami was not in the restaurant, but he had planned the whole scheme.

All of them had something to hide and had to do what they were told.

Philemon was second to none when it came to the blackmail.

He was like a puppet master.

But he was so vicious, it's no wonder he got caught in his own web.

And I'm not surprised to find him here today.

That man has only one thing on his mind, sex.

And the dirtier, the trickier, the better.

Hey, what are you doing in the ladies' room? Get out of here.

Oops, I'm sorry. I mean, I thought this was the men's room. Come on, get out of

here. Right now.

What are you doing? Hold on a second. Why? Don't ask me. You can't stay here.

way. You must be crazy. No, you're on your own. Come on, get in there.

What are you doing?

Meet me in the restrooms in five minutes. I just saw Salemi's chick going

there. All right.

Okay, lady, do it.

both hands, Mary. Come on.

Oh, yeah.

That's real good.

Oh, that throat of yours is real deep, baby.

Oh, yeah.

Come on.

Come on.

A little faster. Come on, eh?

Ah. And now take the brush and stick it in your cup, eh?

Come on. Do it now.

Don't argue with me and do what you're told.

Now.

I want you to suck me while you're at it. Come on, baby.

Come on.

Oh, yeah, baby, I like it like that.

Yeah, take it.

I'm sure Mr. Salemi would be proud of you.

Oh, Abby.

Oh, suck it in.

Oh,

yeah.

Come on, faster, baby. Come on.

Your ma taught you real well.

Get back in there.

Stop it.

Stop it.

Get out of there.

That's great.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Suck it hard.

Come on, baby.

Come on. Come on. Show me.

Show me. Oh, yeah. That's good.

That was really great. I appreciate what you did for me. Did you enjoy it? Oh,

yeah, I did.

See you later.

Sure is hot in there.

You having a good time, Amy?

That's it. This is all I got to say. End of the story.

I don't know anything else.

And you said that in exchange for the girls you were bringing, Mr. Salemi was

giving you all the answers to your quiz, correct?

That and a few other things.

And what would that be?

Oh, well, sometimes he would organize a party just for me, and that was really

sweet.

Come on and join us, will ya?

How does that taste, eh?

That good, eh?

You're so sexy.

Is it doing any good for you?

the way it was with Mr. Salemi.

That's all I can tell you.

Thank you. All right.

Closing arguments.

The district attorney's case was based on the student's testimonies.

There was no doubt of Ricardo Salemi's guilt, and thus the people asked for ten

years of imprisonment.

Furthermore, they asked for a five -year sentence for student Nicholas Perella,

who was over 18 years of age and was thus accessory to the crimes.

The DA asked also for a sentence for Joey Finaldo, Serena's sister's

According to Salemi's lawyer, there were no grounds for a case since there was

not a shred of proof against his client.

The verdict.

In regulation with the articles from the law number 722246 .52 and number

74226 .7, the jury has decided Mr. Ricardo Salemi is guilty and is

six years of imprisonment. The jury has decided that the student Nicola Perella

is innocent because of lack of evidence in the case against him. He is thus free

to walk. The professor Ramon Batempi is free to get back to Dante Alighieri

College. where his moral values are more than welcome.

Mr. Joey Finoli's trial will take place on the 12th of March, 1993.

So be it.

Mr. Finaldo, what was the nature of your relationship with the young Serena?

Well, I was introduced to her by her eldest sister and by Salami, a friend of

mine.

She was hot stuff, you know. We used to have fun.

Often.

She used to come to my place because I didn't want Salemi to know about it.

Oh.

Yeah, that's it.

God bless you.

Yeah, yeah.

Just like your pussy.

Just like your pussy. Yeah.

We met a couple of times.

Nobody knew about it until one day.

That's when Gina, the maid, caught us in the act.

She used to work for me sometimes.

Your Honor, I'm through with the accused.

You may go on, Counselor.

How long have you been living in Italy?

Oh, it's been nearly ten years now.

And... What is your professional activity?

Well, I've been doing some housework for the Rudigliani family and for Mr.

Finaldo. That's basically what I do.

Have you ever met Professor Riccardo Selemi, Miss Gandolfini?

Oh, I must have met him once or twice. I don't remember.

Once or twice, you say? Could you be more specific with regards to these

encounters? The first time I met him was in December 1992.

It was in the middle of the week. I was working at the Rigoliano's house.

And what happened exactly?

I'd rather not talk about it, if you don't mind.

Let's say that he had an indecent behavior.

Now, what about the second time you met him? When was that?

Let's see. It was maybe three or four months ago.

It was at Mr.

Finaldo's place.

I remember I was ironing, minding my own business, when Mr.

Finaldo came in with a friend.

I didn't see who it was. I just heard him.

I mean, I hadn't recognized him at first.

Phil, you were sure now that it was the professor?

Yes, Counselor, now I'm sure.

But you didn't see him.

Well, you're right. I didn't see him enter, but... As soon as I heard him

talking, I knew immediately it was Professor Salemi.

I couldn't be mistaken.

I could recognize his voice among a thousand others.

Plus, they were talking about students, so I knew it was him.

Did you hear their conversation?

No, not entirely.

Could you at least tell us what you heard them... Was it important?

It was bizarre, because they were talking about students, not about

Plus, they were talking exclusively about female students.

It was like an obsession, and I found it odd.

That I really remember.

But again, I couldn't clearly hear the conversation.

You said they were talking about female students, but could you give us more

detail about that? It's very important.

I don't recall what they were talking about, but one thing is for sure it had

do with sex.

Sex? How interesting.

Please, try to remember as much as you can, Miss Gandolfini. Well, I heard Mr.

Finaldo, he was telling Professor Salemi that the girl was a first -rate fuck.

She was second to none when it came to sucking his cock.

Then they started to compare what they both did to the young Rudigliani girl.

They agreed she could never get enough.

Now, miss, did you know she was 17?

Oh, damn.

That is one surprise. I knew she was young, but not that young, considering

she did with her body.

Plus the way she was dressed, the makeup and stuff, I couldn't tell.

Now tell me something, because I'd like to understand.

How come you didn't talk to that young girl and warn her about what was being

said behind her back?

That would have been fair.

Well, to be honest, I don't like to intrude in other people's business. And

told you, I didn't know she was 17.

You should have seen her.

I just thought she was one of these nymphomaniacs.

Yes, but still, they were taking her for a fool.

You could have told her something.

Oh, yes, of course, and I regret it now that I know the whole story.

You see, maybe I could have gone to her sister's and tell her what I heard, but

I didn't know at the time.

And let me remind you that I'm only a poor maid, and I was scared to lose my

job. That wasn't easy.

Thank you very much.

In his closing argument, the district attorney stressed out the fact that the

victim was under 18 when the two men took advantage of her.

He portrayed the accused, Joey Finaldo, as an immoral human being, a ruthless

monster playing with naive young girls.

Finaldo's lawyer called upon society's responsibility in this case. For him, it

was obvious that his client was a victim of violence and sex on television.

Joey Finaldo was a decent man corrupted by a naughty girl who did not hesitate

to have sex while her grandmother was sleeping, said the lawyer. And he added,

mean, come on, give him a break.

In accordance with the Articles of Law 742 .75 and No.

743 .64, the jury has come to the decision that Mr. Joey Finaldo, born in

on February 18, 1955, is guilty of sexual abuse.

Consequently, Mr. Finaldo will be sentenced to one year of imprisonment

television. He will be taken to the Roma Forum Penitentiary in two weeks' time.

So be it.