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I don't know this man.

I've never seen him before.

Haven't you tormented me enough, soldiers?

The cock has crowed

and thrice I have been renounced.

Now is the time to suffer
and shed bitter tears.

PALERMO OR WOLFSBURG

Good! You definitely sing top C.

Alright.

Show us

your pretty face.

Show us.

Show us

your pretty face...

I have a pretty hat,

I shall wear it to the wedding.

I have a noble profession,
I have never worked

I'm satisfied when I'm greeted
with: "Hello, Mr. Knight."

For many years my noble family..

No! That's impossible! Who are you?
- Saro.

What do you want here?
- I want to sing and make music.

You want to sing and make music.
- Yes.

Come here.

What do you want to sing?
Not that sort of song, I hope.

Look. Do you see him?
- Yes.

That's Vincenzo Bellini.

"O sun, who does shine above us,
hear this heart that calls to you."

I can never find peace, I always cry:

Tell me, how is my beloved?

Thou that doth shine upon her,

tell her that I still think about her.

That she is my life, my joy..."
- What are you writing for God's sake?

What I'm doing?
You know that I love writing poems.

Time passes

and I think no evil.

But what have you done?

I went to see the lawyer

because I want to buy some land.

But we couldn't do business.

He is asking so much money for it.

Nicola, are we going to ride to Agrigent?
- No, it's too late today.

When then? - Another day. You
must learn to ride first.

Come on! Gallop!

Now I'm

80 years old

I call life,

and death answers me.

Come on.

Look at that woman over there.

The one in just her underwear?
- You can see everything.

She looks quite naked.

What are you doing up there naked?

Huh? Go home!

Crazy guy...

What do you want?

Idiot! Fool!

Clear off, you idiot!

Let's go and see what's going on.

Idiot!

Naughty children!

You damned boys!

Get out of here!

I'm going.
Put the ladder in the next room.

Bye.
- Yes, goodbye.

Damned boys!
Idiots! Fools...

Hello, Nicola.

How are you?
- I must go. I'm busy. Bye.

May God protect you, Nicola.

You idiot!

Fetch me the hammer.

That should remind us that
we ought to seek help.

Oh, it's you, Nicola.

I was just passing.
- Haven't seen you in ages.

How are you?
- Fine. I'm going to the bar.

To the bar?
- I can work there.

Hello.

I'd much rather be a builder.

There's not much point in being a builder.
There's so little work about.

Look how many houses have been
started and never finished.

Simply because the money ran out.

That one, for example.
We began, worked for two months,

and then there was no
money to pay the wages.

So work stopped.
There's hardly any work, you see.

What are you doing?
- Playing. Wanna help?

Where were you yesterday?
- We went to the disco.

We picked up four women
and had a good time.

What about you?
- I got a phone call from Germany.

My father had an accident in Leverkusen.
- I'm sorry.

I'm talking to Dad!
- Then I'll go.

Stop worrying me!

That's enough! Enough!

What's the matter?

Has my brother Angelo called?
- No.

Hello! Is that you, Angelo? Hello!

Hello!
- I want to talk to Dad.

Why don't you ever ring up? Tell me why!

Yes, I understand.
Why don't you send money? - Give him to me!

Just watch it! Or I'll come and murder you!

I'm waiting for my brother
to ring but he doesn't care.

What do you want?
- He's supposed to find me a job.

Hold on. I'll give you your son. Yes, wait!

Hello Dad! How are you? Listen to my poem:

"Even if you are a stranger to me
I would love you for your own sake."

When we reach a certain age
we are attracted to Germany

as if it were a mother to us.
As if life were better there!

But that's rubbish!
That's just... an illusion!

"We stood together
at the window and then"

as you pursued my little sister,

I no longer know why,

"and she cried out in
fear, your heart broke."

We don't realize that they
exploit us in Germany.

That we're the slaves of capitalism there.

But here you can hardly earn
enough to feed yourself!

Right?
- Yes, because we're not prepared

to take risks here and so we miss a lot.

"I would love you."
I'll give you Mum again. Goodbye!

Love and kisses.

Hello? Yes. Pull your socks up!
Or else I'll come and murder you!

Understand?

But there you're free in every way.

You have to work, but you
can have fun at weekends.

You don't understand.
- Can you have fun here?

You haven't understood anything.

We need to realize our ideas.

Create our own work. We mustn't put
up with the masters any longer.

We don't want to realize

that in Germany we are slaves
who always have to obey orders.

It's always a question of money!

On a ship

that never returns

I should like to kiss you
between the sky and the sea.

You are the only good thing.

Don't vanish like the waves,

stay with me forever.

I couldn't bear it

if your heart broke mine...

Were you at school?
- I had a day off.

Alright.

I'm tired.

What did you do in the field today?
- Work.

Always work with the soil, like every day.

When are we going to buy the field?
- When we've got the money.

But we've been saving.

Yes, we have been saving but the
master wants a lot of money.

Everyone says the master
has a beautiful house.

Tell me the story about the
master and his beautiful house.

The master?
- Yes.

I'll tell you.

The master's grandfather worked there

as a simple peasant.

His great-grandfather, too.
His ancestors were all peasants.

They went into the fields with weapons

and guarded everything.
The almond trees, the beans, everything.

When is your brother coming home?
- He never comes before midnight.

As if he lived alone.
I'm always asleep when he comes home.

He always comes back late.

Does he?
- Yes.

I give him midnight.
He ought to be home at six.

Go and fetch him!

God protect you, master.
- Hello.

Hello.
- Hello.

About the field...
How much does it cost now?

At your service. But...

if it was cheaper two years ago,

it's more expensive now.

What do you mean?
- That life has become dearer.

My sons used to need

30,000 lire to go to university.

Now they need 120,000 lire.

What is that?

An old wind-up gramophone.
- Can I listen to it?

Yes.

Listen.

Let's come back to what we first said.

Listen, it's first-rate land.

You can grow everything there.

Even grapevines.
- That's why I want it.

Prices have gone up.
I want 25 million for it.

Before you said 15 million and now 25!

What do you want? It's still cheap.

This is a special price for you.

Where am I supposed to get the money?
- From a bank.

Get a loan, for five years or ten.
- And what now?

You work, your son works.

Then there's this little Caruso here.

He's still growing.

And I can wait.

When can we meet the solicitor?

In ten days' time if you like.

God bless you.
- Good day.

Bye.

That's why people don't take us seriously.

We're not well-equipped.

We still lack a lot of things, the
musical horizon is too narrow.

There's too much missing.
Well, we've got Bellini, yes, Bellini.

Traetta, Pacini and Verdi are missing

and Puccini, too!

Excuse me, maestro, Mascagni, too.

No. Not Mascagni! No!

What can I do for you?
- I have reached an important decision.

What then? What decision?
- I want to go to Germany.

To work in Germany? And so suddenly?

The family badly needs the money.

I know, my son.
Things are bad for the family.

But you must think of the dangers

that lie in store in Germany for
such a young innocent like you.

Life there is quite different.
Do you understand?

Quite different.
Their moral standards are not up to ours.

That is harmful to us.

Do you understand?
I fear things will go badly for you

in your new surroundings.

It's a serious matter.
Think it over. Is your mind made up?

Entirely.

Are you sure?
- Quite sure.

Then let me give you

some sound advice to take with you.
Remain an honest person.

Avoid bad company,

and by that I mean especially the women

who have already caused so much sorrow.

Many tragedies have been
brought about by women.

Above all, do not forget your family

for it is for them that you're
going to Germany. So, it...

With that inner feeling you
can become a decent person

and learn a great deal.

Beware of all dangerous situations

that may harm you in a
spiritual and social way.

Do you understand me, Coco?
- Yes.

I'm glad to hear it. Write if you
need anything. I will help you.

Embrace me now.

Take care. Have courage.
You have made a brave decision.

May God bless and protect you.

Good.
- Bye.

Is Germany far away, Dad?

Very far away.
You must cross the mountains.

Must you cross the sea, too?
- Yes, the sea, too.

What are the people like there?
- Like everybody.

All men on earth are the same.

Then you're the same as the master.

I'm fed up with people.

Alone at last.
With time to listen to a nice little song.

Four bells are ringing

What are they ringing?

They are ringing in the spring.

Four bells are ringing

What are they ringing?

They are ringing about jealousy.

Hey!

Everything's okay.

Now a sip of water.

Four bells are ringing

What are they ringing?

They are ringing about love.

Always the same!

These blasted people!

Now a cigarette, water...

and the money.

I hope no one steals it from me.

Open up...

One, two, three, four, five, six,

seven, eight...

What? That's all there is?

One, two, three,

four, five, six, seven, eight.

A hundred.

For God's sake!

How is it possible?

It's always the bloody same!

I've hardly sat down and someone comes!

That's pesky!

I can't take it anymore!

Who are you, then?

Nicola Zarbo.
- There you are.

And flowers?
I'm not married, I have no wife.

You only give women flowers.
Thank you all the same.

Sit down, sit down.

You must give me cigarettes. Nothing more.
- I've got those, too.

No problem.
Well, cigarettes!

But bought here.

What's up? Whose son are you?

Liddru Zarbo's son.
- Your father is?

A laborer. He's always drunk.

So now... I'm going to Germany.

To Germany?
And what do you want here, then?

Some advice.

Listen, first of all,
Germany is a foreign country,

where you must work hard.

Before you leave, you must
examine your conscience.

Take care, go and work like all
our brothers who have left here

to go to Germany because
there are work prospects

which you can't find here.

In Germany you must struggle and work hard.

But it's worthwhile, and
life is clean and pleasant.

When you go to Germany, fulfill your duties

as a son

and as an Italian.

You owe that to your country
and to your family.

Those are my dead relatives.

My sister, my uncle, father.

Another sister, my brother. The saints
are there because we're Catholics.

That's me as a child,
together with my sisters.

I can't remember the others.

This is junk. Come on. Come in here.

There are much nicer things in here.

What are you talking about?
- Now Nicola is going away,

and soon you will go, and then...
- I'm not going away from here.

Where is Nicola?
- Listen, Liddru.

You must find a decent job, too,
because Caruso's still young.

He needs you.

I want to show you something
nice, come with me.

Look at the beautiful things here.

Real antiques.

All presents.

People say:

"Go on, take it! It's for you."

And these are the things
that I've been given.

All expensive things were given to me.

Now they are all here.

Come on.

Look at this.

My mother's wedding dress.

Everyone used to get married in a
dress like that, rich and poor alike.

They had the possibility, so
everybody used to get married

in a long dress with frills
and fringes and laces.

The cradle is over at the back.

We've got everything here.

I'll be going then.
- Must you go? Then be careful.

Thanks for everything and all your advice.
- You're welcome.

Thank you. May God be with you.
- God bless you.

Take care.

Think of your family and Jesus.

He must work, he says, he must do something
to prevent us from starving to death.

And then he said something else.

What then?
- What he said? I can't say.

What did he say?

What did he say?
- I don't want to discuss it.

What did he say?

He said...
- Has something happened to Nicola?

He said...
- What is it?

You're making me anxious.
Tell me what's up.

When I talk about it,
I have to start crying.

What's the matter?

He said he was going away tomorrow.
- Away? Where to?

To Germany.
- So suddenly?

Without a word of explanation,
he wants to leave to Germany?

Pippo! Pippo!

Come here, Pippo!

Come here, listen to this.

Come here! Hurry up! Sit down.

What's up?
- I've got an idea.

What?
- A great idea has just occurred to me.

What?
- How to rescue

Palma Di Montechiaro from
this miserable situation.

Really?
- We must build a fantastic airport.

What do you think?
- Great...

Then Palma will become a tourist area.
People will come from all over.

From Paris, London, New York!

People who have hated us will finally
accept us. What do you think?

Fine! Great!

Thank you, Nicola.

Why are you so sad, Uncle?

Because Nicola is going away.

What's the suitcase for?
- I'm going to Germany tomorrow.

Where's the music coming from?

Where is my father?

I must speak to the
Transport Minister in Rome!

Find the Minister's number for me.

Hello! Hello, miss!

Yes. Is that Rome?

What are you looking for?
- The Transport Minister's home number.

You must be nuts.
- The maestro has had a great idea.

You'll have to look for it a long time.
- What do you know about...

about art?

Art?
- Go and sell onions!

Nicola is going away tomorrow.

That's life.

What?
- Nicola is going away tomorrow.

I must give him support and courage.
He is my friend.

He didn't tell me!

Well, now I'm telling you.
Nicola is leaving tomorrow.

So it's true then.
- Yes.

Then I'll come to the station tomorrow.
- Good night.

There's nothing anyone can do, Liddru.

You know that life has been hard for me.

I was in prison for fifteen years.

I wrote this poem when I was there:

"How long have I been waiting for
the moment which will never come?"

In my dreams I seek you
to forget my unhappiness,

hold in my arms the dream
of long-lost happiness.

As I kiss you, I know that all is lost.

I appeal to you with my dreaming
gaze you will never again reply.

My heart beats again as it used to.
I would give everything for a kiss.

You are beautiful and
eternally out of reach.

Who are you, my sweet comforter?

"And a faint voice answers: I am hope."

Come, Dad.

Has my brother Angelo called?

For Heaven's sake!

Holy Virgin,

Mother of God

who protects all living
creatures, protect Nicola, too,

because he is going away.

And keep him from all bad company.

Holy Virgin,

watch over him and protect him

Good morning, Rosa.
- Good morning.

Here, Nicola.

That wasn't necessary.
- So that you know that I love you.

Take it.

The horse is to remind you

how we used to go riding together.

Remain a good Christian
when you are in Germany.

Respect all other people
and they will respect you.

It's okay.

Why are you so silent?

Why don't you speak?

Are you going to see your father?
- My father is buried in the churchyard.

I'm sorry.

Why are you so silent?

At least tell me where you are going.
- To Germany, to join my husband.

Too late. My son has gone.

Who knows when I shall see him again.

The train stops every five minutes.
We'll never get there.

Where are you going?

Wolfsburg.

Where are we now?

Still in Italy.

Which route are we taking?
- Through Milan

to Switzerland and then to Germany.

Have you been there before?
- Yes, before my father died.

Where?
- In Ludwigshafen.

Is that after Wolfsburg?
- Before Wolfsburg.

See you in five minutes.

Why are you staring at Nicola?
You like him?

How do you know?
- I have a lot of experience.

I look into people's eyes
and understand immediately.

Don't worry, there's no...

harm in it.
- If only everybody thought like that.

"But you're not dead, Father,"

because your two sons will fight

"just like you fought, Father."

What does that mean?

I wrote that poem when my father died.

Do you smoke?

If you can go to Germany to
work, you can smoke, too.

I'll never forget how
they all laughed at me.

Maybe because I have long hair.

I still can hear their words:

"Look at that pretty little girl!"

I couldn't stand it.
That's why I want to leave.

Where are you going?
- To Germany.

Life is different there.

I've heard that you can
do what you like there.

Rosa, what's the matter?

You should be happy.

But I'm always happy.

That's better.

Deepest mystery!

O, misfortune.

How strange.

See the trial of love!
- Drink of my blood!

What more could you give us, God?

Can we hope for more?
You can give us nothing more.

O, heavenly Grace!

For me it is full of bitterness.

Sit down.
- No, thank you.

You're traveling to see your husband?
- Yes.

Are you happy?

That's a reason to be happy.
I shall be all alone in Germany.

I'll have no relatives there.

You'll only stay a few days
before you go back home.

No.

I shall stay in Germany for ever.

You're Nicola, aren't you?
- Yes.

Why are you going to Germany?

I must work because my
father is always drunk

and can't feed the family.

Was it your own idea?
- Yes, my decision.

It's different for me.

I had to leave home

because in Germany

there is more freedom.

The priest said I should be careful.

Especially of women.

Did he say that to you, too?
- No, I don't talk to priests.

Why not?
- I'm not a believer.

Do you believe in the Gospels?

No.

I demand justice and revenge.
O patriarchs!

He must die!

The men are old.

Jesus of Nazareth,

the tempter, must die!

Hey, you! Passengers must not
cross the railway tracks.

Hey, come.

You must not...
You have to use the tunnel.

What's that?
I don't understand what you mean.

This street, where is it?

I don't understand, sorry.

I really don't understand, I'm sorry. Bye.

I saw you yesterday, blind drunk.
You were drunk!

I haven't touched a drop for a week.
You really haven't?

He's a liar.
You've stopped drinking?

No!

No?
- No.

You're mad!
- Not one drop.

And you?
- I'm telling you, I don't drink anymore.

What's that?

Look who's coming!

Look, he's got a heart.

Give it here or I'll break it!

Who are you looking for?

Wait a moment.

Let me see.
- I think he lives over there.

No...
- Yes, along there.

That's quite a long way.

It's not.

We'll ask.

Come on, we'll show you the way.
Have you already eaten?

You must be tired.

This way.

You can have my address.

Kästorf.

30...

411

Wolfsburg.

That's all.

Is it here?
- Yes, here.

Good evening.
- Good evening.

Franco Bellia?
- Franco Bellia, that's me.

What do you want at this hour?
- I'm Liddru Zarbo's son.

And what do you want? - I'm looking
for work and a place to sleep.

It's too late to do anything now.
Come in, we'll see what we can do.

Why have you come so late?

I couldn't find the address.

Three Sardinians brought me here.

How is your family?

Well, but father still drinks, though.
- Why?

Because my mother is gone.
- Why did your mother go?

One, two, three, four, five.

She died of childbed fever.

That's a pity.
We'll see what we can do for you.

I'll speak to my wife.
- Another friend of yours?

It's impossible.
What are you doing here?

Go to bed, both of you.
We'll talk about that tomorrow.

What's the matter with the young man?
Are you nuts?

I must speak with my wife now.
- That's enough!

I could sleep in the garage.
- I must ask my wife first.

Haven't you finished yet? Is he still
there? - He is a relative of mine.

He can't stay.
Out of the question, we've no room.

He can go to Kastorf.
Give him a lift if you like.

But he can go now. Is that clear?
- Wait a second. I will talk to my wife.

Enough!
- Here, 20 marks.

What! And now 20 marks!
What a nerve! Now be off with you!

That's the limit!
We're not a boarding house.

Take your suitcase with you!
That's really enough for one day!

We can't have everyone sleeping here!
My relatives don't do that.

What are you doing to my motorbike?

There isn't any petrol, it's closed.

I don't need money, it's closed.
Everything's fine.

I don't need any money.

Where are you going?

From Rome Franca Magnani.

After the recent meeting in Puerto Rico

the German chancellor has
stated that Germany has decided

to stop its financial aid to Italy

if there are communists
in the new government.

This caused both surprise and anger

The Foreign Ministry has stated
that its representatives

weren't aware of this agreement
and expresses its regrets.

Italian communists?
That's the absolute limit!

Now Germany has got to start financing
Italian communists!

I'm not working to pay for that!
I don't want to hear that. Switch it off.

I think it's interesting.
- Then listen to it alone.

It's getting on my nerves.
Please, turn it off.

Hands out of your pockets. We want to work.
- Is that better?

You don't have to pray. Listen, we need a
short extension rod and a reducing fitting.

Yes, sir.

A long...
- A short one.

Short extension rod.

"Reducing fitting", I said.

What are you doing in the bushes?

Are you a rabbit?

Or a swallow perhaps?

You're certainly not a swallow,
they don't live in bushes.

Maybe you come from...

Italy?

Or...

Sicily?

Palma Di Montechiaro?

Ah, Sicily.

You're looking for somewhere to sleep.
Come with me. Wait.

Listen.

I know a woman called Giovanna.
Do you understand? Giovanna.

She's got a pub called "Da Giovanna".

He came with a suitcase full of garlic.
- He'll need that.

Doesn't he stink enough? - They've
let the drop-outs out for the day.

He dropped out of primary school.
- They don't have schools.

What's your name?
- Nicola Zarbo.

You haven't eaten for a
long time, have you?

Don't worry, it's on the house.

The old girl's still hot, isn't she?
- She's gross.

Do you have a job?
- No.

What can you do?
- I'm a bricklayer.

And now?

I need a place to sleep.
I don't mind if it's a garage.

I'll give you an address.

Go and see Salvatore in Kästorf.

There's a room there where
four workers can sleep.

You can stay there.

And what about work?

You must ask Lady Volkswagen:
"Where shall I work?"

What a nice Sicilian
looking like a scamp...

who comes from Montechiaro
to mess around with people

No. It's not that easy. Listen.

First go to Ka"storf and
leave your suitcase there.

Then tomorrow at 9 a.m.
go to the Labor Exchange.

Im Rathaus
- What's that?

The town hall. Do you know where that is?
- No.

What do you know?
- Nothing.

That's becoming obvious. Come on.

Is he from the Planet of the Apes?

See this street?
One kilometer further on is the town hall.

The Labor Exchange is on the first floor.

Sign on and they'll get in
touch when they have work.

But have a shave first.
- Razor.

Razor, please.

Razor.

Please. Razor.

Cream, crematorium...

How can I find it?

Razor, please.

Razor, please and fresh cream.

What's up?
- Have you seen that?

Impossible.

Hello. What do you want?

I've come because I need
somewhere to sleep.

Giovanna from the Italian restaurant

gave me your address.

I'm from Sicily.

I have nowhere to stay.

Don't worry, we'll help you.
We're your friends.

Wait a moment! Hey! How are you?
I knew you'd end up here.

The relatives here have
become like the Germans.

Come on. Leave your suitcase here.

I'll introduce you to my friends.
We'll find something for you.

I knew you'd have problems.

These are friends.

Antonio, this is a friend of mine.
- Hello.

Sit down.

Antonio sleeps in my room.

Now we'll find a room for you.

He wants to work in Germany,

here in Wolfsburg, too.

Another victim!

That's our room. Do you like it?

I sleep there, Antonio there.

Giovanni there.

And you'll sleep over there.

Giovanni.

That's Giovanni.
Giovanni, Nicola is going to live here.

Fine, fine.

What's in that heart?
- How should I know?

Let's have a look.

It's empty.

Angelo will hear something from me

when I go home.

Do not think you are forgotten,

I think only of you

My dear friend,

I have written this in memory of you,

for you, who sows the seeds...

What's up with him?

It's a song for his friend
who used to live here.

Allah, Allah, Giuanna, Giuanna.

She is hurt. Allah, Allah.

Giuanna, Giuanna, she is hurt.

Is that the East German Border?
- No, that's Volkswagen.

Ah, Volkswagen.

I don't want to work there.

What do you want to do then?

Once you're in there you stop
thinking about what's outside.

Stop ringing up all the time.
It gets on my nerves.

All of a sudden?
- That's life.

What's the time?

Two o'clock.

Shall we go?

Stay for a bit, I'll get the drinks.

Shall we have another?
Okay, one more drink.

Waitress!

What'll you have?
- The usual.

A brandy and a coke, a...
- A Campari orange.

A Campari orange and a schnapps.
- We don't have schnapps.

That girl isn't 16 yet.

What do you mean "not 16"?

Well?
- I'll have a coke.

Yes.

It's always embarrassing with you.
- Let's go.

Right. Let's get going.

May I?
- Don't go.

What about the drinks?
- Drink them yourself.

"I'm writing to let you know that I'm well."

I hope that you are all
well, especially you, Dad.

I hope you've stopped drinking

I went to the Labor Exchange.

And I was lucky.
There was a job vacancy at Volkswagen.

I'm sure that you're pleased.

I earn 800 marks a month

I have a nice room.

Don't worry about me.

I have made some good friends here.

One is an old Sardinian
who has suffered a lot

He said that he was once in a lunatic
asylum because of a flood, many years ago.

There's one man here from Naples.

"And one boy from Sardinia whom
we can hardly understand."

My God, my God.

So depraved, at your age!
- It's not my fault.

Just make sure that you don't
come home with a fat belly.

I can't do more than warn you.
- Fat belly...

Then I won't have you here, I'm warning
you. - Don't take this so seriously.

Do you have a fever?

Volkswagen?
- Volkswagen.

So what?

Yes, yes.

Ah, Giovanna? Yes.
- Giovanna.

Hey, that's my arm.

One, two, three, four, five.

Five o'clock?

Five.

Yes.

I must carry on working.

Yes, yes.

Thanks, Giovanna.
- You're welcome.

Do you like her?
- I only like men.

What?
- She says you're good-looking.

You good-looking.
- Thank you.

Cigarette?

I don't like those.

You can have the cigarettes.

Keep calm, Nicola.

Beautiful, those clear, Grey eyes.

Be careful, you're still a beginner.
- What do you know about that?

Let's go.

"Que"? I'll give you "Que"!
That's for the tart!

It's none of your business how I behave.
- It certainly is! I'm the owner here.

You don't have to put up with that!

Did you hear? "I'm the owner".
- Get out of here! Get up and shove off!

My face! I'll kill you!

My face! My face!

My face! I'll kill you!

Just don't come in here again.

What's up?
You're not quite right in the head!

What do I want? I want to marry you?

Are you a bit thick or what?

You can marry whom you like as
long as you take care of your kid.

It's the least you can do!

You waste your money and leave
me to provide for the kids.

Who's supposed to clothe them?

You had your fun and then you
leave me to get on with it.

For Christ's sake!
- Calm down.

What's up with you?
What do you want? Clear off!

Come on, Nicola. Come here.

Can't you say a word on the subject?

Haven't you ever stopped to think?
- Yes, yes.

You father kids and I
have to care for them.

This German girl had three Italians.

She has a baby from each
of them, she's very free.

Her life is centered on her
kids and not her husband.

That man there is the
father of one of the kids.

She's not bothered about him, though.

She's here because she wants
money for the children.

Why don't they get married?
- You don't get it. She's a free woman.

They don't have to be naked, that's
what they mean by freedom, Nico.

Without you I'd be totally lost.

Little idiot.

We got paid yesterday.
Franco has a beautiful red Porsche.

He got it from his lover.
We took that to go to Hamburg.

On the Reeperbahn in Sankt Pauli, that's
a district of Hamburg, we picked up

a blonde and a black-haired girl.

The blonde sat down with
him, the black with me.

Then we bought four bottles of
champagne and got plastered.

The girl with the black hair

wanted to go to a disco.

But we were tired because of
the champagne and all that

so we went to her place.

There were two rooms,
hers, and her mother's.

We all got into bed.

She lay down in the middle
and then we screwed.

We had to leave early the next
day as Franco had to go to work.

We left and then felt hungry.

We stopped to buy something to
eat and realized we were broke.

We arrived in Wolfsburg

starving to death.

You think you did it right?
- Why not?

You play the big spender

and fill other people's pockets
with your hard earned wages.

At least in my old age
I'll have something to look back on.

All you'll remember is your
hard work at Volkswagen.

What's the good of a few days fun?
Everything in proportion, work and play.

You slave away without thinking.

You know what you have
turned yourself into?

A robot.

Nonsense. Robots are made out of
metal and we're flesh and blood.

What do you know?
You've come to Wolfsburg to work,

not to think, not to speak.

You've got a robot in your head!

Antonio, come and look at this.

Who is the dead man?
- That's my husband.

He died in an accident.
I shall take him back to Italy.

If he died here, he might
as well stay here.

No, I want to have him near me.

See how healthy life is here, Nicola.

"Dear Dad, dear family,"

I have got engaged

to a girl called Brigitte.

She is very beautiful with blue eyes.

You can't imagine how
lovely and sweet she is.

She loves me very much.

I hope that you are pleased.

I shall, of course, go on
helping to pay for the fields.

Everything here works well, water,
lights, the toilet, everything.

And now,

hoping...

that...

"that..."

Give me that!
It's a letter to my family.

Let me see.
- Mind your own business.

Money to pay for the fields?
- That's why I'm here.

"Dear Dad, I'm working my balls
off, but I'm very happy."

My father worked for other
people all his life.

Great. And the others?
- What others?

Those who don't possess as
much as a property owner.

Who are those property
owners and what do they own?

All this here belongs to the bosses.

Everything here belongs to them.

I'll leave when I've had enough.

Where to, twit? Another factory?

One factory, one boss.

But I can leave whenever I want.

What do these people do?
They all work for the factory.

Do you see that man? Do you see him?

Is he still a person?

They have driven him insane.

Your letter is nice, Nicola.
Some things are nice.

Like writing home.
But they can't give you advice either.

You can't change this society anymore,

this infallible society
can only be destroyed.

That man is your boss.
Take a gun and shoot him.

This factory belongs to him. Blow it up!

Can you really do that?
- I'm obsessed with the idea.

Have a nice trip!

A sensational driving experience!

We still take on passengers!
Come on board!

We now want to begin the
talent competition.

I hope that some of you
have plucked up the courage

to have a song ready to sing here.

Our band will accompany you.

No one wants to sing? No one?

Come on, have some courage!

I can see someone. Come on.

Let's applaud for the first contestant!

What's your name?
- I'm Isolde from Brunswick.

From Brunswick.
- And I want to sing the song

that Conny used to sing
about Italians from Maples.

"Two little Italians"?

Good luck.
I hope our audience enjoys it.

I'll keep my fingers crossed.

Two little Italians, dreaming of Naples,

of Tina and Marina,
waiting for them so long

Two little Italians, all on their own.

For others a journey to the
South is chic and fine

but the little Italians
would rather be back home.

Oh, Tina, oh, Marina,

if we get to see each other again,

oh, Tina, oh, Marina,

then it will be wonderful again

Two little Italians never
forget their home,

the palm trees and the girls
on the beach of Naples.

Two little Italians, they understand

that for others, a journey to
the South is chic and fine

but the little Italians
would rather be back home.

Two little Italians at the station,
everyone knows them there.

They come every evening for
the express train to Naples

Two little Italians,
watching the train leave...

I love you.

Are you crazy?

Are you crazy?

I only like those two, him best of all.

Do you want to see some pretty pictures?
Come, I'll buy you a drink.

Shit. Come on, he's got no sense of humor.

For free, understand?
- Leave him alone.

All women are traitors.
- Leave him alone.

Shit.

We don't have to be nice to him.

Ali!

How are you? Come, sit down.

Come on, Ali, sit down.
- Have you sent the old girl home?

Are you mad or what?
- Calm down.

Don't hit me.

That's enough.

Alright?

Idiot.

That's enough, do you understand?
It's over!

Everything's fine. It's all over.

The end.

Alright?

Come on, that's enough.

It's over, dago. Ali. Everything's fine.
- Come on, don't do anything silly.

Everything's fine. Okay?

They're dead! You've killed them!

We must get away.
We must get away from here!

We must go!

You have killed them!

We must go!

Let's go!

You've killed them! We must go!
- I'm not going. I'm not going.

We must go!
- I'm not going.

Let's go!
- I'm not going.

Liddru.

Get lost!

Come here.

I have something to tell to you.

Your son... I have to tell you something...
- My son? Leave me alone.

Come here! You have no interest in him?
- No.

You were interested in
bringing him into the world.

And now all that interests you is the wine.

Your son has killed two young men!

He is in Wolfsburg, in prison.

Finally I have a chance to see you.

To talk to you.

Listen, Nicola.

I'll do all I can do for you.

But you must tell me what happened.

Do you understand?

I know it wasn't your fault.

I know it very well.

But we must prove it to the others.

That's why I'm going to get you a lawyer.

Nicola.

If you don't answer me, how can I help you?

Talk to me!

Say something!

What's wrong? Answer me.

Tell me!

Don't feel so bad.

Nicola!

My poor friend!

You must go back.

Now that I am

80 years old,

I call life

and death answers me...

You have told us that the victims
attacked the defendant with stakes.

How do you explain that no stakes
were subsequently found there?

There were stakes!
Perhaps they weren't found. Where are they?

I ask the questions.

No further questions.

Did you see how the stakes
which you mentioned

were obtained by the two deceased?

No, they were holding them
in their hands, though.

Did each of them have one?

First only Gustav, then
he gave Hans one, too.

Both had stakes in their hands when
Nicola arrived. And they set on him.

I thought Nicola could run away, but
they were faster and caught him.

Did they strike him?

Please, I'm asking the questions now.

That was my impression.

Do you remember the scene of the incident?

Was there... Was there a fence?

No, I don't remember.

Then I should like to refer
the witness to item seven.

Please step forward.

On this photo you can see a fence.
Do you remember now?

No.

Would you like to see it, Public Prosecutor?
It could help to establish the truth.

Several stakes are missing from this fence.

That isn't any proof.
They might have been missing for ages.

I think, however, Mr. Chairman, that
the owner of this piece of land

should be contacted

so that he can be asked if he can remember

how long the fence has been damaged.

Please return to your seat.

No further questions at present.

I have.

I refuse to answer him. He wants to
make Nicola look like a murderer.

Nicola never killed!

He likes people!

Two little Italians, thinking of Naples.

Two little Italians
wanted to go to Naples...

Witness!

Did the two subsequent deceased
tear the stakes out of the fence?

No further question to this witness.

A sentence of two days imprisonment
is hereby passed on the witness...

My God, they'll never
believe a word he says.

My question still hasn't been answered.

I believe it would be better to
postpone the case for fifteen minutes.

Fine, ten minutes.

The court shall be cleared
during the break.

Please leave the room during the break!

I regret to inform the court

that due to a heart attack our interpreter
cannot continue with his work.

About time, too.
He was only in the way, anyhow.

I'd like to inform the court that the
interpreter Mrs. Zamurovic is present

and suggest that she'd be sworn
in so that we can continue.

Any objections?

No objections.

Mrs. Zamurovic? Please step forward.

Call witness Giovanni.

Mr. Giovanni, please.

Mr. Giovanni?

Step forward, you have been
summoned to act as a witness.

Mr. Giovanni, can you tell us
anything about Nicola Zarbo?

Yes, your Excellency. At your service.

Mr. Giovanni, do you know Nicola Zarbo?
Or don't you know him?

I don't know anyone.

Mr. Giovanni, do you really
not know him at all?

Yes, he was a dear boy.
He was like a son to me.

Someone stole the body of my beloved wife.

I took the bodies of my wife
and three sons to the square.

I washed and combed them.

Then during the night, in the same night...

I told everybody that my wife was
dead but they didn't believe me

as we couldn't find the body.

I went to Rome and wrote a letter
to the president and to the judges.

I wanted to speak to the Pope, too.
But it was impossible.

I was given electric shock treatment
and then they said to me:

"You cannot cross the railway tracks
and you cannot speak to the Pope."

Take the witness back to his seat, please.

Come on, sit down.

Do you want to stand?

Let him remain standing.

Mr. Bellia, please tell us what
you know about Nicola Zarbo.

Do you wish to testify in
Italian or German? - German.

I said to Nicola:

"My son,

you cannot sleep here in my house."

I not know Nicola.

I say in this moment:

"I no have..."

no have room.

"Perhaps you come back."

I think...

when will Nicola come,

then I give him another twenty marks.

But Nicola...
- Silence!

Doesn't come again.

Any questions?

Next witness, please.
Giovanna Constantini.

Giovanna Constantini, please.

Mrs. Constantini.
You are here to give evidence.

Please tell us your age in completed years.

Thirty-six.

Do you remember the accused?

Of course I do.

I've known him longer and
better than anyone else here.

Since the day he arrived
I have watched over him like my brother.

He brought the life of
my homeland with him.

And I didn't want to see him destroyed

in this land without light, without
sun, without songs and without chatter.

Where everything must have a purpose,
where there is nothing for us but work.

You understand as little
about us as we do about you.

Only we don't need to understand you

as we don't want anything from you.

We live in different worlds.

As different as day and night,

as fire and water, as heaven and earth.

That's the only way to express it.

He came from there and brought
our homeland with him.

Please tell us how you became
acquainted with Mr. Zarbo.

It was in my pub.
I have a licensed restaurant.

He arrived with a suitcase,
not knowing where to go.

I told him where he could live

and where he should go to find work.

He did everything I said,
as obedient as a lamb.

Did the accused meet the
deceased in your restaurant?

Sometimes they were all
there at the same time.

Were there ever any disagreements?
I mean between the accused and them?

Why should there have been?

No, he was the best-behaved
of all my guests. - No.

I mean did he ever row
with the two deceased?

No, not really.

Yes, once they attacked him.

The first time he came in with the girl.

One of him, I think Hans,
threw a glass at him.

But I soon brought matters to a stop.

No one starts to throw things in
my pub without being thrown out.

They were both trouble-makers.

They were afraid to pick on
anyone who'd fight back,

so they used to start on the foreigners,
the dagos. You know what I mean.

Yes, sure.

Did you see Nicola on the night in
question? - At the party, that's all.

Did you notices anything suspicious?

I noticed that the girl was alone.

I should have told him.
She used to be with the other two,

with Hans and Gustav, and then no longer.

Then she was with Nicola. Sort of.

I think she was using him.

What do you mean?

Well, I think she was interested in Gustav.

There was a row when she tried
to play Hans off against Gustav.

Then she made eyes at Nicola

to annoy the other two.

Who knows how a child thinks?

They play games, of course.

Did you know that Nicola owned a knife?

No.

That is to say... yes, really.

Every man in Sicily owns
a knife, of course.

Mrs. Constantini!

She says he should make a
statement in his own defense.

I warn the witness that she must remain in
her place and must only answer questions.

Public Prosecutor,

we should try to have more understanding
for one another to establish the truth.

According to the rules of court, yes.

Any further questions?

I'd like to ask a question.
- Go ahead, Mr. Lay Assessor.

Witness Constantini,

you have touched upon a subject which
is very important for us here,

because we have to find the truth: the
difference between North and South,

the difference in mentality
between the two cultures.

Madam, if you allow me to say so,

your comments seemed too much
like commonplaces to me,

they were far too general.

When speaking of Sicily, you
speak of sun and paradise.

You see Germany as a sad land
only interested in work.

However, we are all aware of the fact

that in Sicily the economic and
the social conditions are poor.

Don't you believe

that in such a conflict
of desire and fulfillment

there could be a build-up of aggression?

For example, in the case of the accused

who comes from these
not-so-idyllic surroundings?

Sun and sea...

are facts, aren't they?

And the Germans are a
people who like to work.

And if you want to mention
culture and aggression...

We have never started a war.

We were often attacked, but
we have remained the same:

human beings.

We have played host to
many peoples in history

who have tried to rob us.

The Turks and all the rest.

Sadness is no crime by a long way!

Translate!

She... said that Nicola...

He is no criminal, he is sad.

He isn't a murderer.
He only acted in self-defense.

Has your question been answered now?

Yes, thank you.
Thank you very much, Madam.

Mrs. Constantini.

When did you come to Germany?
- Sixteen years ago.

Are you married?
- Divorced.

May I ask why?

I didn't like my husband any more.

Please return to your place.
- Yes.

In Germany...

What work did you do in Germany?
- Chambermaid.

Cleaning lady and waitress, too.

And whilst working in these
lowly professions...

Why lowly?

I ask the questions.

They are all low paid jobs, aren't they?

How is it possible that
you earned enough money

to be able to become the owner
of your own restaurant?

That is an irrelevant question.

I was a prostitute, too. And why not?

Yes, gentlemen, I was a whore!

That's suicide.
- As the Prosecutor can confirm

I practiced this profession
for nearly eleven years.

Go back to your place!
- In all the large German cities.

Stuttgart, Cologne, Hamburg.

Where I always found a job as a chambermaid

so that I never had problems
with the employment laws.

They paid me 25, 35.
- Witness, go back to your place!

Sometimes even 55 marks.

Every day I had four or five clients.

It's legal work, too.
- Witness...

This way I earned between 155
and 200 marks every day.

And without wanting to be insulting,
Public Prosecutor...

Witness, go back to your place.
- more than you do, I'm sure.

That doesn't mean anything.

You earn more here by going on the game

than by administering justice.

Is that what you wanted to know,
Public Prosecutor?

No further questions.

I just wanted to say...
- Be silent.

This young man...

You cannot understand him.

We shall hear everything which
may help us to understand.

Mrs. Giovanna, you heard
what the chairman said.

Please say a few words about
the area my client comes from

and where you've lived for a long time.

I lived in Licata,

not far from Nicola's village.

You cannot imagine how many
children there are in my country.

But that's all there is.

No work,

hardly any running water, few sewers.

Many streets are just dirt tracks,
it's hard to keep them clean.

The children play with stray dogs and cats

and dead mice.

No wonder that many don't survive.

They die of typhoid fever, tuberculosis,

meningitis and hepatitis.

And not much is done for those who survive.

Few of them go to school.
No one teaches them human dignity.

Very poetic! But pure slush!

Return to your place.

Yes.

My child died in such a village.

Other children, your Excellency,

live on and become illiterates.

Many, however, manage to
become people, and then...

there's no work for them.

They must leave the country.

To Venezuela, Germany, Belgium

where they are alone

and cannot understand

what happens to them.

Do something! Do something.

May the witness go now?

Then let us stop for lunch.

The case will continue
at 1.30 P.M., on time.

You are the murderer's lawyer.

I am defending Mr. Zarbo.

You get a kick out of it, don't you?

Let me tell you something.
You're not better than the others.

He killed our boys, he must be put away.

Now keep calm.

You're helping no one in this
way, least of all yourself.

But nevertheless...
But nevertheless...

We want to hear Mrs. Schmidt first.

Please leave the room and
wait outside, Mrs. Lackmann.

I regret to inform you that during
the lunch break in the corridor

I was abused verbally by Mrs.
Schmidt and Mrs. Lackmann.

How dare you! Well, this is...

They are not suitable as witnesses
and I think we should release them.

What this woman is doing is... It's...

It's prostitution!

I think all further
statements are superfluous.

They are your witnesses, Public Prosecutor.

We have tolerated more than
enough Italian emotion.

Why cannot German mothers be
allowed to express their emotions?

But I decline with regards to the
feelings of the two witnesses.

No further questions.

Mrs. Schmidt, Mrs. Lackmann, thank
you for appearing in court.

You may remain in court if you wish.

Did Brigitte meet the accused often?

Brigitte and I are very close,
that's the way I brought her up.

She'd never lie to me
because she trusts me.

Brigitte said she only saw Nicola a
couple of times. I'm sure about that.

But the boy doesn't speak
German, d'you understand?

What did the two of them do?
- Oh, they didn't do much.

Brigitte was sorry for him as he...

Well, as he was so alone.

Can you be more exact?

Well, at the beginning,
Brigitte said to me...

There's a boy, he's a
dago, but he's very nice.

I said: "Before you get to
know a foreigner, be careful"

because they're different from us!"

Brigitte only met him a few times

because he doesn't speak German.

D'you understand what I mean?

I saw him once, when I served him.

He looked quite sweet.

Please stop smoking in court!
Stop smoking! Stop smoking!

What impression did he make on you?

See for yourself.

He's sitting there!

For me he hasn't changed a bit.

Such a sweet little boy.

What do you know about Brigitte's
relationship to the deceased?

To whom?
- To Hans and Gustav.

Well, I told her from the
start that Hans is a bruiser!

But Brigitte said she'd finished with him.

She was always after him.
Always, always...

Please, calm down.
- Always, always, always...

Do you understand what I mean?
- What about Gustav?

Ah, Gustav.

Gustav was a gentle type.
I quite liked him.

But Brigitte said he was a wimp.

And as a child he used to shoplift.

She has a criminal record
herself and accuses our sons!

Silence! Silence!
- His victims!

I understand your feelings but you must
be silent or I'll have to fine you.

I didn't say anything.

Do you remember the night in question?

I was sober.
Nicola was always next to Brigitte.

I thought they made a nice couple.

And then Nicola was gone.
I thought he had gone to the loo.

And the other two? Hans and Gustav?

I have nothing to say about that.

I was at the funeral.

You must understand,
Wolfsburg is small and I must live here.

Nevertheless you must answer.

All I know is that they were there.

At some point Brigitte asked me
if I'd seen Gustav and Hans.

They were always together.
Nicola was still there.

Was he different from his usual self?

I asked Brigitte if something was wrong.

He looked so sad.

Well, he couldn't speak German. You know?

Thank you. I have no further questions.

I have some questions.

Witness, after the fatal encounter...

You knew, I have a newspaper article
here, the name of the culprit.

I quote, Mr. Chairman:

"Gisela Hahn, little Brigitte's
mother, told us, Nicola did it."

Mrs. Hahn, did you say something
of that kind to the newspaper?

I said nothing at all, I can tell you.

They wouldn't leave me in
peace, the journalists, I mean.

They write what they want anyway.
What you just read must be a lie.

Can I go now?
- Shall she be sworn in?

No reason for this witness
to be sworn in, but...

The witness is to be sworn in.

Do you wish to take the religious oath?
- What?

With or without God?
- I don't mind, really.

But you must decide.

Well, then better with
God, don't you think?

Your son was no angel, either.
- How dare you!

He was the best son in the whole world...

Miss Brigitte Hahn, please.

Water! A glass of water!

A glass of water for my client!

A glass of water!

You too, soldier.

You will belong to heaven.

Through me you will
receive your just reward.

You will belong

to my legion.

Why?
Why is the sky darkening?

The sky is darkening!

Everything is trembling!

She always ran after him!

He doesn't speak German.
Do you understand?

She always ran after him!

He doesn't speak German.
Do you understand?

Once he said he wanted me to go
to Sicily with him, I think.

Anyway I said to him: "Brigitte
not Sicily. No, no."

I don't know if he understood me, though.

Tell us about the evening
of the company party.

It wasn't a company party,
it was a talent competition

with Juliane Werding.

Nicola kept holding my hand
and I got fed up with it.

I told him it was over between us.

How did Hans and Gustav
behave towards Nicola?

Did they ever say that they didn't
like you being with Nicola?

They didn't care.

The witness is to be sworn in.

It's a disgrace!

I cannot say much.

I visited him once in his cell.

One thing occurred to me at the time.

He sat there working at
a model of a church.

He was building it with spent matches,

copying from a photo.

I've seldom seen anything more beautiful.

I asked him if he has any needs
that can't be satisfied.

I return to you, demons! Lucifer!

Adonijah!

Come to me, my soul is yours!

I mean needs that are part of
my job as a social worker.

But he wouldn't speak to
anyone, not to me, either.

Further questions?

Yes.

I demand hearing of evidence
by legal inspection.

Sorry, what do you demand?

Legal inspection.

Please don't misunderstand me.

I have made this request because I think
that the church model might move the accused

into saying something.

I see, yes.

In that case, of course.

We didn't see anything.

First my wife woke up.

And I... I thought...

Perhaps a car crash and...

I went onto the balcony and then...

And then I saw the whole commotion.
I only went downstairs

when the police and the
ambulance were already there.

Did you notice anything else?

What do you mean?

That's what I want you to tell me.

No.

Is there a fence separating
your land from the road?

Yes. Yes, a fence.

What occurs to you when
you think of this fence?

Well, I mean...

That's where he was sitting.

The murderer.

And nothing else?

Mr. Chairman! Do you mind?

Please advise the witness that he may
not refer to my client as a murderer!

According to the law,
Mr. Zarbo is not guilty!

You have heard what the defendant has said.

He was the murderer, everyone said so!

Please restrict yourself to
answering the questions.

Have you noticed anything about your fence?

Oh, you mean the stakes.

What? Which stakes?

When the victims were taken away,

I saw the whole commotion.
I saw the stakes next to the victims.

And I noticed they were from my fence.
I checked it thoroughly.

The murderer...

The culprit had torn them out of my fence.

The question is, whether
it was the accused or not.

Report only on what you saw for yourself.

How far away from the fence were
the victims? - Not very far away.

And where were the stakes?
- Right next to the bodies.

Any further questions?

Public Prosecutor, any further questions?
- No further questions.

Wait! One further question.

Are you quite sure that
these were your stakes?

Of course. Of course!
The fence wasn't damaged before.

Does the defense have
any further questions?

Has the fence been repaired?

Yes, but it caused a lot of bother.

Why? Couldn't the old stakes be used again?

No, they were taken away by the police.

What? Are you sure about that?
- Yes.

I asked if I could have them back.

There's nothing in the
report about the stakes.

I find that surprising.

They should have been examined,
they are court exhibits.

They are important pieces of evidence.

I agree.

Public Prosecutor, please
establish where they are.

I fear it's too late for that.

That's coming on strong.

This can only be explained,
I feel obliged to say, by the fact

that the investigators are greatly
prejudiced against my client.

The disappearance of the evidence
corresponds amazingly well

with the press campaign against my client.

And they obtained their information
from the investigators, of course.

We are still hearing evidence. We are
not yet ready for the final pleading.

One must however say what
is to be said, sometimes.

Further questions?

No.

I interrupt the proceedings to
bring forward witness Orlando.

On behalf of the defense, I have arranged
for the model church to be fetched

together with the photo
mentioned by witness Kafka.

Mr. Orlando, please control yourself!

Mr. Orlando!

If you would like to state
your questions, please.

I have some questions, too.
- Oh, have you?

Yes. Mr. Orlando.

Did you perhaps leave the party
together with the accused

with intent to set upon the victims?

Did you have the stakes
when the victims came?

I'm amazed at my colleague's
criminal imagination.

I object to the term
"criminal imagination".

Objection upheld.
- I apologize for the remark.

Mr. Orlando,

please note

that any question which you
feel may incriminate you

does not have to be answered.

This danger doesn't exist.

But I'm not talking to this man.
I've said it once and I stick to it.

Do you wish to answer the question?

No.

That is also an answer.

Fascist!
- If there is not order immediately

I shall have the court cleared!

Further questions?
- No.

Do you have a question?
- Yes, one.

I already asked it when... - Mr.
Chairman, I have one further question.

May I...
- Yes. What is the defense saying?

Yes, of course.

Please tell me your opinion
of private property,

of justice,

of human life, of values?

What does it all mean to you?

Life and all that.

Was that your question?
- Of course!

Witness!

I am a human being, a man, a
son, a friend, a brother.

But perhaps I'm an anarchist, too.

And private property?

I have none. Why should I?

That's what I wanted to know.

Attorney.

Mr. Orlando, did you see

that Gustav Schmidt and Hans
Lackmann had the stakes

when Nicola approached them?

They had them in their hands
and blocked his path.

Nicola approached them,
then wanted to run away.

But they had already encircled him.
That's all I saw.

Good. Mo further questions.

Should the witness take the oath?
- Of course.

Alright.
Do you want to swear by God or not?

Can I swear by the bones of my mother?
- We don't have them here.

Please put the church down.

The model shall be used as evidence.

The postcard as well.

Do you know what it is?

A church in Nicola's birthplace.

Chiesa Madre, Palma Di Montechiaro, Sicily.

Any further proposals for evidence?
- None.

Give me the master! Give him to me!

Son!

Justice...

Divine father!

The mission... is completed.

The contract is over.

Your will

is fulfilled

Your will

has been carried out.

Son!

You see? His head fell on his chest!

Oh, you pupil of my eyes!

And light as well!

My son is dead!

Heavenly Father.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury.

In my opinion,

the events haven't been brought
to light satisfactorily.

The witnesses, especially Antonio
Orlando, have told us a fictitious story,

perhaps their version of the truth, but
which is still not the real truth.

Matters have been complicated.

Nicola Zarbo remains for me
more than likely the murderer

of Gustav Schmidt and Hans Lackmann.

The truth will never be known.

We have to accept what has been
established in this trial.

Although it is the result of a refusal
such as I've never experienced before.

The events here

have been a blow

to German justice and law such
as I have never experienced.

In addition, a case of murder where
the defense played a greater role

than in any other case I have known.

Nicola Zarbo came to Wolfsburg from Sicily
and he no longer understood the world.

He went to see distant relatives,

became acquainted with
Giovanna Constantini,

and came into contact with the witness
Antonio Orlando and other workmates.

And finally met the witness Brigitte
Hahn whose friends and mother,

all people who, for various reason,
could not replace the loss he felt

because he was far away from his
family and his accustomed surroundings

and didn't find a way to integrate here.

He looked for support,
which he could not find.

He remained an innocent child playing a
man, angry and with a knife in his pocket.

Things came to a climax.
How, we don't know exactly.

According to witness Antonio Orlando,

whose account cannot be disproved
even if his credibility is dubious,

the two deceased attacked the accused
with stakes from a nearby fence.

According to the witness the accused
then reached for his knife.

That is, legally, self-defense.

The action of the accused
is legally justified.

The accused must see how he
can live with what he did.

I appeal for his release

and annul the warrant of arrest.

Mrs. Lay Assessor, Mr. Chairman,

gentlemen of the jury.

Well,

if someone, despite his own feelings
being obviously of a different opinion,

pleads for acquittal,

as in the case of the Public Prosecutor,

then it is obvious that
there is no other solution.

But peace based on justice...

I think, should be the basis
for the court's decision.

We should not be swayed
by hate or prejudice...

but...

directed by tolerance.

And the courage not simply

to dismiss

the irrational nature
of human relationships.

Instead we should accept them as facts.

On the contrary, in such a case

the accused will be acquitted

but nevertheless lynched.

It must, however, be made
clear once and for all

that Nicola Zarbo is neither
a murderer nor a criminal.

Neither a murderer nor a criminal

but a human being.

A human being who only by chance
survived the social accident

with which this case is concerned...

If I wanted to go away on a ship

and never wanted to return

I should like to kiss you
between the sky and the sea.

Because you are the only good thing.

Instead of falling victim to it,
which was always highly possible...

I killed them and I wanted to kill them!

I killed them!

My son.

My son.

Touch me.

Touch me.

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