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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 wanna talk to you.

I'm not so glad 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.

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

who teaches art history.

Salemi takes advantage of his status over some of

his female students eager to pass their degrees.

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

everything in order to convince the sexually abused

students to overcome their fear and come before a jury.

Bontempi, 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 Bontempi.

I was born in Milan on the 3rd of February, 1952.

Could you please read this?

I, Raimondo Bontempi, 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. Bontempi.

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 this court 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 student life.

The background was different from mine.

Having worked in a privileged environment in

Milan, I wasn't ready for what was in store for me.

You're 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 is going to have a few surprises with Nicholas.

I want you to draw a thorax with all the blackboard.

It's a bone structure and organs.

Go ahead.

Let me see what you can do.

What's so funny?

Bontempi 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 to 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 that 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.

I went straight to the police to report the whole thing.

All right.

Thank you very much, Mr. Bontempi.

Now, Your Honor, I'd like to have more details about Mr. Selimi's activities.

Let's hear the account of one of his victims,

and we'll try to help to understand 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 told this 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. Selimi, right here,

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

No.

That's all I need to hear.

Mr. Bontempi, you may go now.

Thank you very much.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Testimony of student Serena Rutigliano.

Ms. 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. Selimi?

Yes, Mr. Selimi was our art history teacher.

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

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 not easy to study.

So it was really hard for me.

But I wanted to pass my exams so bad, I was

ready to do anything, come hell or high water.

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

And what do we have here?

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 my... Don't you dare answer me.

When you attend a 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 as the only way out of misery.

Studies could get you a nice job, for example.

You could become a journalist or even a diplomat.

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

bring 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 you 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 Master Gioia Satriani.

Here it is, your coffee, Mr. Salemi.

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

Oh, 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.

Oh, good-bye, Madam.

And 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 grandma?

She's feverish.

I gave her a few tablets.

How could I know that my sister was watching my private lesson?

Oh, I love your ass.

Oh, it's so good.

Like a very gifted student, you know that?

When he came, 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 and 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 go 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 mean it.

I'm sorry.

I didn't want this.

I didn't want to end up in an orgy with my sister.

Come on, baby.

Let's join the others.

Big girl.

Nice breasts.

Really nice.

She likes her hair.

She likes her hair.

Help!

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 the washing up.

I asked for a break in the lesson 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.

Inside.

Yeah.

I like that.

This is nice.

Deeper.

Deeper.

Deeper.

Deeper.

Come

on.

Take it easy.

So soft.

I couldn't stand it.

Antonella Iovine'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 I wanted the most.

I've been raised in a poor environment and for

my folks, believe 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 been killed in a car accident that year.

All of a sudden I found myself in charge of

the family as my elder brother was 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 for a sequel.

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

was my relationship with Francesco, a student from my class.

Francesco was a very nice and gentle boy.

I'm sure your brother is going to be alright.

Yeah.

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 needed 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 spiritual fulfillment.

Of course, I was too young and innocent to

see where all this double talk would lead us.

That hurts.

Oh yeah.

Oh, you're all wet, you little slut.

Oh, you're so big.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, bastard.

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.

Mr. Salemi wanted 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 suitors and the superintendent.

I had no choice.

He's so wet.

That's all I have to say, unfortunately.

Thank you very much, miss.

You may go now.

Professor Ricardo Salemi's testimony.

Mr. 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 heard?

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 special, you see.

I mean, this class is nothing but a bunch of Trotskyists 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 really gets

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

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

children to 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 say?

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. Salemi.

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. Salemi?

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 outside the college?

Oh yeah, very often.

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

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, Nicolas.

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 her 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.

Now put it in your mouth.

Inside, inside.

Oh, go on.

Stop fucking around.

Suck my dick.

Yes!

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 from the Villa Borghese.

She went there with Francesco, a student

from my class and another dude I didn't know.

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

Salome 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.

Salome 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 sec.

Don't ask me.

You can't stay here, no way.

You must be crazy.

Come on, get in there.

What are you doing?

Okay, meet me in the restrooms in five minutes.

I just saw Salome's chick going in there.

All right.

Okay, later dude.

Oh yeah.

Suck it in deep, baby.

Come on.

Listen to that.

Over here.

Oh yeah.

Use both hands, Mary.

Come on.

Oh yeah.

That's real good.

That throat of yours is real deep, baby.

Oh yeah.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

A little faster.

Come on.

And now take the brush and stick it in your cup.

Come on.

Do it now.

No, I can't do that.

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

Now.

Yeah, I can.

Yeah.

I want you to suck me while you're at it.

Come on, baby.

Come on.

Come on.

Oh yeah, baby.

I like it like that.

Yeah, take it.

Oh yeah.

Oh yeah.

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

Oh Abby.

Suck it in.

Come on.

Oh yeah.

Come on.

Faster, baby.

Come on.

Oh, your ma taught you real well.

Oh yeah.

Oh yeah.

Hey!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Stop!

Get out!

Let me out!

Oh yeah.

Suck it hard.

Come on, baby.

Come on.

Come on.

Show me.

Show me.

Oh yeah, that's good.

Oh yeah.

Oh yeah.

Oh yeah, suck it.

That's it.

That's it.

Oh yeah, lick it all up, baby.

Oh, lick that up.

Oh, that was great.

That's a good girl.

Oh yeah.

Oh yeah.

Oh yeah, baby.

Yeah, do it.

Oh yeah.

Good.

Good.

That was really great.

I appreciate what you did for me.

Did you enjoy it?

Oh yeah, I did.

See you later.

See you.

Sure is hot in there.

Yeah, have a good time, baby.

Yeah.

Oh,

those little titties too, eh?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Stop it.

Yeah.

Move your ass, baby.

Yeah.

Oh yeah.

Come on.

Oh yeah.

Yeah, that's it.

That's right.

That's it.

Oh yeah.

Oh yeah.

Right up your ass.

Oh, that's good.

That's it.

Nipples.

Oh, right.

Oh, fuck me.

Yeah.

Oh, suck my cock off.

Oh, please.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, faster.

Oh, come on.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, it sticks to the lanyards.

Oh, you're covering it now, baby.

Oh, no.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, suck my prick.

Oh, suck on my prick.

Oh, god damn.

That's good.

Faster.

Faster.

I'm gonna cum in your mouth.

Oh, I'm gonna cum in your mouth.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, let me cum all over your face.

Oh, god.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

That's it.

This is all I gotta 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.

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?

Yeah?

Oh, you're so sexy.

Like my big prick, yeah?

Doing you good, eh?

That's a good ass you got, baby.

How does my ramrod feel there, eh?

Is it doing it good for ya?

Yeah.

She's doing a good job, eh?

Is it good for ya?

Take it in.

Come on.

Oh, you're so hard.

Deeper.

Oh, come on.

Oh, more.

I want more.

Oh, fuck you so hard.

That's the way it was with Mr. Salemi.

That's all I can tell you.

Thank you, sir.

All right.

Closing arguments.

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

There was no doubt of Riccardo Salemi's guilt.

And thus the people asked for ten years of imprisonment.

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

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

The D.A. asked also for a sentence for Joey Finaldo, Serena's sister's boyfriend.

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. Riccardo Salemi is guilty

and is sentenced to six years of imprisonment.

The jury has decided that the student Nicholas Perrella is

innocent because of lack of evidence in the case against him.

He is thus free to walk.

The professor Ramon Batempi is free.

He 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 elder sister and by Salemi, 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.

She used to get very upset.

We used to have fun together.

We had a lot of fun.

We had a lot of fun.

I loved her.

I loved her, too.

But she was so sweet...

Oh, it's so hot in here.

It's so hot and really nice.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, it's nice.

Just like a pussy.

Just like a pussy.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, 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 Salemi, 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 Riccoliano'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.

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

Still, 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... 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 school.

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 to 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 seventeen?

Oh, damn.

That is one surprise.

I knew she was young, but not that young, considering what 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 as I told you, I didn't know she was seventeen.

You should have seen her.

They had 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 eighteen when the two men took advantage of her.

He portrayed the accused, Joy 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.

Joy 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, I mean, come on, give him a break.

In accordance with the Articles of Law 742.7, and number 743.64, the jury has

come to the decision that Mr. Joy Finaldo, born in Milan on February 18, 1955,

is guilty of sexual abuse.

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

without television.

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

So be it.