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- Have these?
- Yes.

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- I need fifty.

- I'll order that many from Bologna.
- Then do so.

DEDICATED TO

HOT AUTUMN

A house is a right!
A house is a right!

MILAN, TEATRO LIRICO

Agnelli, Pirelli,
liars and thieves!

A house is a right!
A house is a right!

More to the right.
Right... slightly left.

No, up a little more.

Let's decide though.

Hello.

Chief Allegra.
I'm sorry, he's out.

I'm kidding, here he is.

My regards to your wife.

I see, on my way.

Panessa, why didn't they give them
an escape route?

Captain, wear this,
they're serious.

Go tell them.

Easy! What are you doing?
I'm a journalist!

Stop, I'll handle this.

- I'm sorry, Nozza.
- I'm much sorrier.

- You okay?
- I was better before, thanks.

I don't like this,
everyone's too hyper.

How did it happen?

There were tons of people,
smoke...

They smashed his head in
with a pipe, the bastards.

Who were they?
Did you find the pipe?

- What the fuck's he want?
- I'll handle this.

Why's that officer's weapon out?
Take it away.

- What's the kid's name?
- Antonio. Antonio Annarumma.

Enough questions, leave him alone.

Let's cover him.

ROME, VIA TRIONFALE

- Should I come, Minister?
- No, thank you, wait here.

I wonder what role
the Lord has assigned me

in the midst
of this stormy sea.

I can't understand it, Father,
I can't see it.

Looking at my fellow men,
I see just indiscipline and vanity,

cunning, no sense of community,

no love, except for self-advantage,
cowardice,

opportunism,
violence instead of ideas.

I often think
the only dignity lies in things,

trees, stones, nature.

Sometimes I think
Italy needs a catastrophe

to destroy all we've piled on it,

housing projects, cars, cement,

and make it a desert,

the naked earth as before,

so nature can take over

and start again
from the first forms of life,

from the first man,
the first fire.

Regarding this cataclysm,
Father,

I feel I'm ready to be...
the first victim.

My son, this is...
the sin of pride.

Or despair.

I'll read you Saragat's message:

"The brutal murder of a 22-year-old
police officer Antonio Annarumma,

born to a family of farm workers

in one of the poorest regions
in Italy, Avellino,

was killed in the line of duty
as a defender of democratic law.

This must be a warning to all
to isolate these criminals

and not let them do harm...

This Nozza, he always sides
with the protestors.

Annarumma wasn't murdered,
two jeeps collided head-on,

there's also some French television
footage.

All this in the ENI newspaper,

a Paper We pay for.

I understand, Mr. President,
but also to speak of murder,

as in your telegram...
that's why I suggested prudence.

Prudence?

With the country in flames,
and the barracks in revolt!

Washington's concerned about your
underestimation of the Communists,

President Nixon told me clearly

he doesn't like
your opening to the Left.

The Americans simplify.

Too many Italians vote Communist

to refuse to consider
talking to them.

Nonsense,
we have to respond, not talk.

Democracy's in peril,
the Nation risks ruin.

Mr. President, I've always admired

your love for the great German
poet Goethe.

- So? - You know what Goethe said
better than I:

The burning of a farm is a tragedy

the ruin of the Nation
just a phrase. "

MILAN, GHISOLFA ANARCHIST CLUB

The middle class should tremble, we
prefer bombs... " Are you an idiot?

You're the idiot,
anarchists have always used bombs.

Against kings and hangmen,
not just to fuck around.

You write this after the train
bombings and comrades' arrests?

Are you an instigator?

Cardinal Pino, the others
may be afraid to say it,

but lots of them think like me.
Say it, come on!

Get out, get out of here!

We're better off
without people like you.

Our Roman comrades are better,
you're all priests.

Someday you'll explain
why I'm out and Sottosanti's in!

He was in the Foreign Legion, "Nino
the Fascist" till 3 months ago!

So what?
A guy realizes, changes his mind.

Bye comrades, you're with Cardinal
Pinelli and Nino the Fascist.

- I was told to come to you.
- Come in.

Close the door, thank you.

I'm here to get a license
for a pub...

Have a seat, Rovelli.

- You know me?
- This is the Political Division,

we know all you anarchists.

"Sandpaper. "

Why did you call it that?

It's not a political club, it's
a place for drinking, dancing...

- A strange place for an anarchist
to open. - Why? - Just is.

The papers are in order, there's
no reason to refuse a license.

I've spent lots on remodeling,
put yourself in my shoes.

And you in mine,
so we can help one another.

Another bomb exploded.
That's fifteen this year.

Nothing to do with us.

Here are the events
you've claimed responsibility for,

with different signatures
but all your comrades' doing.

Since April we've arrested
lots of your comrades...

I know nothing,
I'm the least important of all.

- And who's the most important?
- We're all equal, there is no head.

And Giuseppe Pinelli?

He's only the most experienced,
a kind of father to us.

Okay,
I'll get busy on this license,

but if you hear about a comrade
lighting fireworks, whistle.

I can't whistle,
or sing either.

When on that vile September 8th

the traitor abandoned the Nation,

the 10th Flotilla arose
from the sea

and took arms
to the cry of "For Honor"!

Our 10th Flotilla...

An Italy with workers
always on strike

and where nothing works,
where priests want to marry,

women divorce,
young people use drugs,

an Italy with no respect,
where authority counts for nothing,

where they kill cops,
is this the Italy you want?

Who is this "pretty bird"?

MINISTRY OF THE INTERIOR
SECRET SERVICE - CIVLIAN BRANCH

It comes from Calabresi.

- That Captain in Milan.
- I know him, he's good.

- What's this songbird's name?
- A.B., Anonymous from Bollate.

No... Know my alias
when I worked for the CIA?

Delilah, with an "h" at the end.
Don't laugh!

An alias should be evocative,
feminine, passionate.

- Do you like Opera?
- Yes.

What about "Anne Boleyn"?
Great queen, great woman.

This one's gone off to Rome
to stir up trouble,

he's put his own little group
together.

What is he, a dancer?

- What about the rest of the troupe?
- Let them dance, for now.

ROME, MARCH 22ND ANARCHIST CLUB

Excuse me.

Can't we ever start
a meeting on time?

What's up with you Romans?

I'm from Genoa,
Merlino's from Rome.

- It's my fault, sorry, Piety.
- Sorry...

Common, let's start.

It's Captain Calabresi,
can I speak to your husband?

- Six...
- Tenths.

- Nine...
- Hundredths.

It's Captain Calabresi.

- What's the matter?
- Some men are here for daddy.

I'm here, Captain,
is something wrong?

No, I just wanted
to have a friendly chat.

I'm going to the station,
I have the night shift.

Don't worry, we'll take you.

The night of the train bombs,
August 8th, were you on duty?

That again? You already asked.
I was off shift.

You're obsessed with this.

Maybe you're not involved,
but the club's got kids,

they don't think
of the consequences.

- I don't say you're like them...
- But I am.

If they're reckless, I peck them,
like a hen with chicks.

Are you a hen to Valpreda too?
The dancer?

How's Valpreda figure here?

Is it true you kicked him out?
- It's true, and so?

Why? What did he do?

Our business.

He was playing up to another
guy's girl, private stuff.

What moralism...
I'm supposed to believe it?

Your choice.

And what can you tell me
about Feltrinelli?

- Met him recently? - I don't know
anything about Feltrinelli,

you see him more than me,
do I have to say it in Chinese?

At least admit he kicks
some money to you.

He finances all leftist groups,
you must have gotten some.

You don't risk compromising yourself
if you tell me.

Doesn't make you a rat.

Hungry? Would you rather eat
or go to bed?

What is it?

- Nothing.
- Nothing? Well?

The Captain knew
I kicked Valpreda out.

- We've got a rat.
- Who could it be?

If I knew, he'd be out.

Is something going on at the club
or are the boys...?

I don't think so, but the guys
might not tell me everything.

Dear Giannettini,
you're a journalist,

an expert in strategic studies,

esteemed by our military
secret service cousins.

But also a right-winger,
deeply, intimately on the Right.

Why did you want to see me?

I know you're off to the Veneto,

sent by the Secret Services,

and I don't want to irk
our military cousins.

I don't want information,

just to know more
about certain people.

We infiltrate the Right and the
Left like a knife through butter,

but these Fascists
in the Veneto region are strange,

I can't figure them out.

Well, you Christian Democrat?

What do publishers say
about your thesis on Celine?

It's tough, I'm waiting...

I'll publish it, you'll be the top
author of my publishing house,

with our friend Hitler
and comrade Mao.

- Great company, an honor!
- Right, you Christian Democrat!

- But hurry and finish it.
- You mean it?

Yes, if you wait for the big
publishers, you'll die first.

- I don't know how to thank you.
- Why should you?

- Remember our fun boarding school?
- What sad years!

Who's the guy who wanted
to fuck everyone in the ass?

- Manlio, "the Educator".
- Educator of my balls,

that fag bastard!
Lucky you were there to defend me.

What time is it?

I have to go to the station,
sorry, Guido.

- Please sit down.
- And the others?

- They're coming.
- Send these guys away.

Everyone out.

Sometimes I wish I were blind
like them.

It's unbearable
to see so many things.

I just wish they didn't exist.

Christianity has filled our bellies
with nauseous good feelings.

Every crack in the order of
the universe should be eliminated.

What's that idiot doing?
Make him stop.

Guelfo!

Thank you for coming.

It's not our first meeting here, but
today we have a long-awaited guest.

He has important documents,
guaranteeing support for us.

The situation's in our favor,
action on the trains was a success,

and pinned on the Reds.

What we've been planning
can now happen,

Italy's wandered in the dark
for years, with no ideals.

It's us, sons of these gray,
forgetful provinces,

who've been called upon.

Many are ready to follow us,
just waiting for the first shove,

they'll all follow us,
Italians follow a strong voice.

Comrades, silence.
Publisher Giangiacomo Feltrinelli.

MILAN, STATE UNIVERSITY

You all know him.

I have no doubt:
the coup d��tat in the making

is being modeled on the Greek one
of two years ago.

The take-over
of strategic centers,

control of the factories and means
of communication, curfews,

suspension
of constitutional guarantees,

arrest and deportation
of political opposition.

To do this, the first step is
to feed the tension in the country,

radicalize the conflict,

in factories, schools,
universities.

That's why I invite you to think
of concrete forms of resistance,

even armed.

Greece wouldn't have met that end,
if the Left had organized

instead of trusting the king
and the relics of democracy.

It should have armed the masses,
in Lenin's words:

"Democracy is the rifle
on the shoulders of the workers. "

You, young people
of the student movement,

will be decisive
in the war between the classes.

Pinelli.

Are we dating,
you're always following me?

No, I was just curious.

What does a railway worker,
who earns very few lira a month,

have in common with a billionaire
playing revolutionary?

An affinity for the least
among us.

The ones at the bottom,
those who've been cutout?

Why did you say
you didn't know him?

I don't, I came to hear him.

I don't even agree much
with what he says.

You don't agree?

Not even when he says: "Look for
forms of resistance, even armed"?

That's how you know things, you
have spies everywhere, well done!

I don't like your tone.

You don't like my tone.

Got a minute?

As you can see, no pistols,
no machine guns, no bombs.

Of course, some may think
even books are weapons,

luckily, publishing them
isn't a crime yet.

Not even these?

You don't have to buy them,
you choose, no one forces you.

Do you like books?
Do you read?

Sure, Pinelli.

Do you think cops are,
by definition, ignorant?

Then take this one,
it's my favorite.

Merry Christmas.

It talks about
when the party's over,

how, when we're gone, we can say
what we couldn't when alive.

I'd like to say lots of things too.

Then join us, the door is open
for comrade Calabresi.

I'll think about it.

But first free the anarchists
jailed with no evidence.

If they're in, it's for something.
Where there's smoke, there's fire.

Depends who lights it.

Allow me to do the same.
Here,

it's about China and Russia,

the countries
that had revolutions.

I don't know
if you'd like living there.

Dictatorships where they even count
your trips to the john,

I hate them as much
as the Fascists.

Right, you're anarchists,
you don't want the State at all.

The English write that a coup d��tat
is being readied in Italy,

like the one in Greece.

Colonel, what can you tell me
about this article?

I believe the country
is running a certain risk.

"Different from revenge,
a dish served cold,

coup d��tats, especially here,
are served hot. "

Written by Guido Giannettini, a
journalist on the Services' payroll.

But who's at the top
of these subversive plots?

They're autonomous realities, with
different strategies and objectives,

like when you throw a stone
in water and get concentric circles.

Do you think the Caravanserai's
might be involved?

The base, its middle ranks and part
of the higher ranks are loyal,

but I know several officers
go to meetings of New Order

or Prince Borghese's
National Front.

- Bye, Piety.
- Bye, guys.

You're going all the way
to Milan in this jalopy?

- Sure you'll get there?
Piety always gets there

I have to see a judge
for a leaflet I wrote on the Pope,

- imagine that!
- Incredible.

Have a safe trip.

This is officer Ippolito
put the chief on.

Sir, I wanted to inform you
that Valpreda's left for Milan,

he's got a bag,
I don't know what's inside.

He should be there
tomorrow morning.

Yes, sir.

THE INNOCENT

PARIS, DECEMBER 12th 1969

The vote is still undecided.

The speech which Aldo Moro,
Italy's Minister of Foreign Affairs

and president of the Commission,
is about to give,

should be decisive.

Not only did the Greek military
junta not intend to guarantee

restoration of democratic freedom
in its own country,

it is also working to establish
similar dictatorships

in other European countries.

And so, to confirm our refusal

of all attacks on democracy,

and a "no" to the repetition
of dark, devastating experiences,

Italy votes for the ousting
of Greece from the Community.

Excuse me. The keys.

I've never liked Sottosanti.

Sottosanti got Tito and others
out of San Vittore Prison.

He's come all the way
from Sicily!

Is that why you're off to the bank?
He wants money for his testimony?

No, it's to reimburse expenses!

I'm going to the bank
to get my Christmas bonus.

- I don't like it, you're wrong.
- That's enough!

I know if I'm doing right
or wrong.

Pino!

It's cold.

FRIDAY
DECEMBER 12TH

Come with me to Piazza Fontana.

A boiler...
a lot of dead and wounded.

Nozza, what are you doing here?

I was close by,
on the streetcar.

They say it was a boiler.

A boiler doesn't do
a thing like this, a war does.

Cerri! Well?

It's an extremely powerful bomb.

I found a piece of the fuse.
I've never seen anything like this.

There was an unexploded bomb
in the Commercial Bank.

Three devices went off in Rome,
no victims.

A bomb at the Workers' National Bank,
two at the Altar of the Nation.

How many dead at Piazza Fontana?

- 14, but others are critical.
- My God.

Minister, don't take
your booked flight,

follow emergency protocol.

You heard about the bomb
near the Opera?

I'm going there.
Please, give us your impressions.

We're gathering the evidence.

Besides the piece of fuse,
there are parts of a timer.

And this smell of disinfectant?

It's typical of glycol,
it's in dynamite, blasting jelly.

- Sir, you may be wounded.
- Why?

It was stuck up on a wall
right here, in Piazza Cordusio.

AUTUMN FOR A LONG STRUGGLE

There was a box with wires
next to it, maybe a timer.

An anarchist poster and wires,
meant to leave a signature.

It wouldn't be the first time.

- And huge this time.
- Want a list?

The Courthouse,
the department store, the Senate.

Those were firecrackers,
this is a bomb, people died!

Is it logical
to lay claim to a massacre?

I agree with the President,
this requires exceptional measures.

What do you mean
by exceptional measures?

Temporary suspension
of constitutional rights,

extension of judicial custody

and simplification
of investigating procedures.

All of which are provided for
by the Bill on Public Safety.

But not used
since World War ll.

And you're the Defense Minister?
Great defense!

And you the Minister of the
Interior? Great control of things.

Minister Restive
has put his finger on the wound.

Facing such serious facts,
there are no other solutions.

The decision made here

must be agreed upon
by the entire government,

we can't sign such a serious act
without hearing from Moro!

Moro, always Moro.

You can't decide without cues
from Moro. He's in Paris.

Excuse me, Mr. President,
pardon me all of you,

I have to go on TV
to read a statement,

and I even have a fever,

but first I'd like to say
I'm very worried.

In two days, the Right
will hold a big demonstration,

don't you think it might be
appropriate to prohibit it?

Oh no, if you won't declare
a state of emergency

as the President requests,

then, everyone
has the right to demonstrate!

Move along!

You don't all fit.

- How many dead?
- Fourteen, for now.

We're not involved,
why take us in?

Now you're telling us
what to do.

Follow us on your scooter?

- Where are you going?
- I'm with the others.

.. Strong action,
immediately undertaken,

and the certainty that I,
in the name of this government

MESSAGE OF THE PRIME MINISTER
MR. MARIANO RUMOR

give to the Nation at this time,
that no stone will be left unturned

to discover and punish
those who destroyed so many lives

and wounded
the souls of us all.

- I didn't catch the name.
- Stefan Delle Chiaie.

Prince, sir,
Mr. Delle Chiaie to see you.

.. Moments of tension
and social conflict,

but here we are looking
at crimes which are organized

with cold determination.

We must, my citizens,
recognize ourselves in the law,

feel part of a community
which can lose itself

if not united under the law.

Didn't you say Rumor would
proclaim a state of emergency?

Well, are you pulling back?

What have these idiots
in Milan done?

They said "a resounding event",
and it's the massacre of civilians?

- It's a war.
- Silence, don't use that word.

Soldiers can say it.
Butchers cannot.

- Licia, did you hear the radio?
- No, why?

There was a bomb,
in a bank, they say many died.

Oh, God.

We were all taken to headquarters,
don't worry,

it's just a routine check,
but they'll keep us here all night

Send Mom,
so she can bring you my paycheck.

- Bring it when you get back.
- Okay.

- See?
- Common, move it.

The bomb was set
to cause many victims,

under the table,
in the middle of the room.

I found the metal fragments
of a box amidst the debris,

identical to the one found
in a bag at the Commercial Bank,

German trademark, Juwel.

Then there's a fuse
and a timer,

makes you think of a double-primer,
a bit strange.

Excellent work,
but we'd best take it all to Rome

to the Central Criminal Division,
I'll do it.

Why, we're perfectly able to...

Rome's better.

Give it all to the professor,
and the Ministry will handle it.

You from the Political Division...
you, Calabresi,

put these Bakunin�s you picked up
under pressure.

Make them sing,
I want them chirping

like the finches
on the lovely island of Ventotene.

They're convinced
Pietro's involved in this somehow.

Valpreda might be nuts, but I
don't believe he'd plan a massacre.

But when you kicked him out...

I said we were better off
without him,

but it was a political evaluation.

What's the situation like
out there?

What are they saying?
Does anyone think it was one of you?

Anarchists are lots of things,
there are the tough guys...

- Let's have a few names.
- Keep going.

There's lots of talk, they say
you're looking for Valpreda.

Well?

I saw that it worried Pinelli.

Why? Does Pinelli know anything?

- I didn't say that. - You say
he knows more than he says.

I didn't say that,
I said I think...

- I guess that Pinelli...
- I think, I guess...

You're not telling me anything.

What does Pinelli know?

What does he know about Valpreda?

Days ago, I saw him at the club,
typing a letter to a comrade in Rome

and he was warning him
about Valpreda.

- We're starting to make sense.
- But that's all I know!

I swear Pino isn't involved.

Do you realize the bomb squad
set off the other bomb?

It's near the Opera House,
could have been another massacre.

It may have been evidence of a link
to ones in Piazza Fontana and Rome!

- Would you like to see the bag?
- Of course I would!

Captain,
just who I was looking for.

Why this request
to search Feltrinelli's home?

Mr. Prosecutor, do I.. I have
to tell you who Feltrinelli is?

I know very well, but give me
evidence, give me a motive.

- What do you have against him?
- Hypotheses and intuition.

Intuition!

A crowd of anarchists are being
held, and I'm told nothing.

Their lawyers told me on their way
here. Why are you holding them?

They've been planting bombs
all year, many are in jail.

But we're investigating
this bomb.

Is there objective proof
against those anarchists?

They seem to have
claimed responsibility.

We found this
just blocks from the bank.

I'm not convinced.

Let's get it examined at
the specialized center in Paris.

- We'll send it.
- No, the Prosecutor's office will.

Send it to my office.

Why the mistrust?
You're talking to public officials.

You're also talking to a public
official, don't be offended.

Send it all to my office
and we each do our own job.

Goodbye.

Don't let it get to you,
he's young, he'll come down a peg

like everyone.
Here are the papers for Basel.

An Italian emigrant
told a Swiss newspaper

there'd been an attack in Milan.

- It'll take you two days.
- Me? I should go to Basel now?

It seems he's a guy
from Feltrinelli's circle.

This is a very delicate matter
and you're the only one I trust.

It was about 4:30 pm,
the bank's lobby was crowded,

it was market day today,

and on Fridays the week's
negotiations are concluded.

A boom and a flash
devastated the building.

A hole, about a meter in diameter,
opened in the floor,

where customers
we�re carrying out transactions.

Victims were aided by people
from the nearby square in Milan...

PARALLEL INVESTIGATION

Merlino, I have here your statements
to the police and to the prosecutor,

I'd like to check
some things with you.

Do you confirm you're part of
the "March 22nd" anarchist group?

Yes.

How many people are there?

Regulars... six, seven.

You said seven?

Yes, like the seven kings of Rome,

the seven deadly sins, the seven
wonders, the seven samurai...

Seven of you
want to start a revolution?

The apostles weren't many more.

We know one of you liked toying
with explosives, who was it?

- If you know, why ask?
- Just answer, I'll explain, maybe.

The guy from Milan,
that dancer, Piety Valpreda.

Tell me about him.

Can I have coffee?

Piety kept explosives in a hole
on Tiburtina Road,

but you won't find a thing,
he took it all away a week ago.

Who's to tell me
you're not telling tales?

You decide.

Do you confirm
you're officer Salvatore Ippolito

infiltrator
in the March 22nd Club,

known to the anarchists
as Andrea from Genoa?

- I confirm.
- Please sit down.

Where's Valpreda now?

In Milan,
he left Rome the other evening,

said he wanted to be in Milan
for the morning of the 12th.

- What for?
Maybe... for what he did?

You're testifying as a public
official. Do you know for sure...

No... I'm sorry.

It was just a supposition.

Listen closely.
We know you went to Greece

with right-wing extremist leaders
invited by the Greek military junta

Isn't that curious company
for an anarchist?

Yes,
back then I was right-wing,

but the Student Movement
made me change my mind

and I never saw them again.

Not even Stefan Delle Chiaie,
head of the National Vanguard?

Weren't you close friends?

We were,
but I cutoff all contact.

Officer Ippolito, in your opinion,
is Merlino on the Right or Left?

He always speaks as an extreme
leftist at the meetings,

but still sees people
from the Right.

- Like who? - Stefan Delle Chiaie,
head of the National Vanguard.

I even made a report on one
of their meetings held on the 11th.

The day before the massacre?
You're sure?

December 11th, Colonel,
I'm sure.

I ran into Mario Merlino
on the street on the 11th,

just by chance,
I hadn't seen him in years.

Since you went to the Greek junta
to get instructed?

I don't know what you�re saying.

Sure you do.
Their documents are clear,

you must infiltrate leftist groups
and push them to violent action

justifying military intervention.
Merlino pretends to be an anarchist

and maybe you met the day before
the bombing for last-minute details.

- Conjecture, no proof. - What can
you say about Junio Valerie Borghese?

Prince Junio Valerie Borghese.
A hero, a soldier.

What relationship does
the National Vanguard have

with Borghese's National Front
and with New Order?

Brotherhood and disagreement,

if you can understand that.

There are loads of friends here,
good comrades,

but they're up there
with lots of ugly faces!

The Political Division clumps them
all together, lefties and righties.

These guys, for example,
are from New Order,

- this guy's a Fascist from Rome.
- No, he's no Fascist,

I saw him at the train station
with Sottosanti.

What? When?

A few weeks ago.

- What were they doing?
- Saying hello,

then he gave Sottosanti a package.

You're sure? Get a good look,
this is Di Luia...

- a Fascist friend
of Delle Chiaie's. - Pinelli

Let's have another go.

- Move.
- Keep an eye on that.

I've already told you,
how many times do I have to say it?

On the 12th I left home at 2 pm.
I went to the coffee shop,

I stayed there until 5:00 or 5:30,
playing cards with two friends,

Magni and Pozzi.

They confirm it,
but they're your friends.

The barman says you had coffee
with a guy he doesn't know

- and then you left. - Maybe he
couldn't see me from the counter.

Well, didn't Pozzi
just confirm it?

Let's say you're telling the truth,
what did you do then?

I went to the Ghisolfa Club,

at 6 p. m.
I left there on my scooter

and got to the Scaldasole Club,
where you were waiting.

Is it credible the anarchists
we�re preparing a thing like this

and you, who know everything,
were playing cards?

They weren't preparing a thing.

TIGHTENING
THE HUNT FOR THE CRIMINALS

Just smoke.

The usual round-up of anarchists,
they keep them, then release them.

Hoping for people like Rumor
to proclaim a state of emergency...

They all expected who-knows-what.

- Who's "they"?
- All our brothers, those jerks!

They called off the protest in Rome
to avoid an incident, what geniuses!

People are dead
and they're scared of an incident!

They've no thought for the funeral
of those wretches.

And if the brothers
go to Milan instead of Rome?

What happens if they impale
the Reds, one by one?

THE RED CONNECTION

How did it go in Switzerland?
- A false lead.

- What's happening here? - We
released most of the anarchists,

but a taxi driver popped up.
He thinks he carried the bomber,

- guess who he looks like.
- Anyone we know?

Valpreda, we already caught him.

I can't wait to see
the jerk who framed me.

- Welcome back, sir.
- Where are they taking him?

- To Rome, the judges want him.
- Why to Rome?

The last bomb went off
at the Altar of the Nation

so all the investigations
are transferred.

Friday afternoon at 4:15,
I was in Piazza Beccaria,

when this guy comes up
with a bag that looked heavy.

He gets in and says to take him
to the bank in Piazza Fontana.

He says: "Drop me off at the bank,

I'll meet a guy, then
you'll take me to Via Albricci

Please sit down.

- May I?
- Please.

Via Albricci is about
five blocks from Piazza Fontana.

Isn't it crazy to take a taxi
just five blocks?

Yeah! I thought so too.

But Valpreda has Burger's disease,
has trouble walking.

A guy planting a bomb
tries not to be noticed.

This man doesn't seem
like one to invent stories, huh?

He took my taxi! If he'd taken
another I'd be better off.

No, it's good he took yours,
so you'll get the reward.

You think?

- Have anything to drink?
- Later, let's continue.

He got into your taxi...

We went to the bank,
he went in and when he came out,

he had no bag.

- And this was the person?
- I already told the Caravanserai's.

I want you to tell me too,
this was him?

If not,
it looked a lot like him.

Not "looked like",
is it him or not?

Then... it's him.

In composed, dignified pain,

Milan says a final goodbye
to the victims of Friday's attack

at the National Bank of Agriculture.

The immense crowd gathered here
expresses the dismay, the outrage,

the pain of all Italians.

On the doors of the Duomo,
simple words:

"Milan bows to the innocent
victims and prays for peace".

MILAN BOWS TO THE INNOCENT VICTIMS
AND PRAYS FOR PEACE

THE INTERROGATION

You wrote this check.

Sottosanti cashed it right away.

Why didn't you tell me
you'd met on the 12th?

- I didn't think it was important
- I'll decide what's important.

It was a reimbursement,
he'd come up from Sicily

to testify in favor
of comrades in jail.

A reimbursement.
Or the price of false testimony?

- Or worse?
- Worse what?

Are you accusing me?
Are you guys nuts?

Everyone knows
what I think of violence.

Let's say that's so. Why didn't you
tell me you met Sottosanti? Why?

So you wouldn't go weaving a story,
in fact, you're doing just that.

Something doesn't convince me.

You're not telling it straight.

And it wouldn't be the first time.

I don't get what you mean.

Your train ticket.

It says on August 8th,
the day of the train bombs,

you were in the station,
you left for Rome, and we know why.

- Why?
- You met Valpreda.

To do him a favor,
I took him some materials

for a business he set up with a few
comrades making art nouveau lamps.

Art nouveau lamps.
Really?

I took him beads,
colored glass...

Who do you think we are? Beads,
colored glass... who'd believe that?

How does a night
four months ago figure in?

Are you accusing me of the train
bomb or the one at Piazza Fontana?

What the fuck do you want? I've
been locked up here for three days.

Keep your hands off me.

Let's do this: sign a statement
where you declare

that Valpreda often expressed
the need for violent action,

- and it ends here.
- I'm not signing any statement.

You have nothing on Valpreda
and you want me to serve him up?

Are you crazy?

I'm not talking any more

Valpreda and the taxi driver are on
their way to Rome for the line-up,

all we lack
is Pinelli's statement.

- Pinelli knows a lot,
he'll give in. - He won't talk

We have to try "The Fake".

Tell him that Valpreda confessed
and then watch his reaction.

He's no kid, he won't fall for it,
we need something more solid.

Make it up,
whoever wants to believe it will,

and that's from a guy who's seen
many San Gennaro miracles!

Trust me, Pinelli is no smarter
than the Neapolitans.

I've been here 72 hours,
you let me sleep just 4,

no food, questioning me
day and night, with what right?

Your right to keep me
expired ages ago!

Your alibi fell apart ages ago,
too many contradictions.

Say it, you don't want to frame me
or Valpreda,

you want to pin this
on Feltrinelli.

Who'd believe a couple of anarchists
dreamed up so ambitious a plan?

But if they're Feltrinelli's
Puppets,

it makes sense, right?

Captain, suspend everything,
Valpreda confessed,

he planted the bomb,
he was in that taxi.

I don't believe it.

- It's not true. - He signed it,
they just sent a copy from Rome.

- I'll go get it.
- Captain.

You know,

the anarchists aren't involved
with the bomb and these deaths.

If that were so,
it would be the end of Anarchy.

I don't believe you.
I don't believe any of you,

it's false!

You want me mixed up in this!
You're Fascists!

That's enough.

- Think you'll screw me?
- Be a good boy.

- Oh, yeah, that's me.
- What? - Should I translate?

- What do you want?
- Shut up!

TO POLICE HEADQUARTERS IN MILAN

VALPREDA CONFESSES BEING
BOMBING PERPETRATOR

What happened?

Oh, God!

- He jumped.
- What? He jumped?

- He fell, we tried to stop him.
- He jumped.

Hurry!

What are you saying?

Get back, don't touch him!

He's still breathing,
did you call the ambulance?

- He was yelling...
- And so?

We all tried to stop him.

It was smoky, we opened the window.

He wanted to smoke, he fell,
we weren't able to stop him.

Shut up!

This can't happen.

He isn't moving.

Captain, he asked for a cigarette,

he got up, went to the window
and jumped.

I tried to stop him.

He jumped.

Leave him alone,
I'll handle him.

Leave him alone, out.

What did you hear?
What did you hear?

Out of here,
everyone out, move!

Tell me what you heard.

Tell me.

You can tell me,
you have to tell me. Tell me.

Mrs. Pinelli?
We're journalists

Something must have happened
at Police Headquarters.

- At Headquarters?
- Hasn't anyone told you?

- No, why?
- There's been an accident,

your husband's in the hospital.

Excuse me, I must get back
to my division.

- Go, Lieutenant.
- Excuse me.

Journalists are downstairs,
we must agree on a version.

Agree on a version?
Before understanding what happened?

He jumped, Captain, that's what
happened. Right, Panessa?

We didn't do anything to him,
it was smoky,

the open window,
no one touched him.

We'll say it was an accident.
The tension, the exhaustion,

the smoke, he hadn't eaten,
he felt ill,

he leaned against
the open window...

he fainted.

- Sorry, but it won't work.
- Why?

A guy under questioning
falls from a window...

No one will believe it.
Who's the judge?

Oh no, it's Paolillo.

We can't even count
on an objective judge.

No accident at all,

he jumped because
he'd been found out, he felt lost.

- Suicide as admission of guilt.
- Guilty of what?

He admitted nothing,
there's nothing against him.

But he knew,
he was covering up,

and when he saw the game was up,
he jumped.

That's how it went, isn't it?

If not, and I neither know
nor want to know,

if it didn't go like that,

no one will ever trust
a uniform again, understand?

Do you understand?

Will someone please
answer that phone!

I'm Licia Pinelli,
why didn't you call me...

Ma'am, we're all busy,
please excuse me,

I'll call you back
as soon as I can.

Doctor, excuse me, I'm Pinelli's
mother. I'm Mrs. Pinelli.

Doctor, please...

"it's the end of Anarchy!"
he shouted,

ran to the window and with a feline
spring he jumped out the window.

An officer tried to grab him,
but was left holding a shoe.

- He put it back on in flight?
- I don't understand.

My colleague Palumbo from Unite
says he had both his shoes.

What can Mr. Palumbo know?
When did he get there?

I was already there, I saw him
first and he had both shoes.

This death doesn't please us
at all.

Pinelli was starting to talk
to admit things,

the interrogation concerned
the names of his friends,

names which I can't give you.

- Who conducted the interrogation?
- Mr. Calabresi.

Captain, how did it go?

I wasn't in the room,

my colleagues were contesting
a few contradictions.

What contradictions?

Several things didn't add up,

he saw he was lost and jumped.

What evidence
did you have on him?

Miss Cederna,
may I first compliment you,

I'm an admirer of yours...
a very fine pen.

You're very kind, would you also
be kind enough to reply?

There were requisite reasons.

- Perhaps you mean "well-grounded"?
- Well-grounded.

Well-grounded reasons.

Pinelli was heavily suspected
and he didn't hold up,

anyway Captain Calabresi
will explain better.

Now, please excuse me,
it's 3 a. m.

and Mr. Allegra and I
must brief the Minister.

Excuse me again,
goodnight to all.

Please excuse me.

Come, Lieutenant.

Captain,
why wasn't his wife informed?

We journalists told her,
shouldn't you have?

We had to get him to the hospital,
we'd have gone to her later.

- Once he'd died?
- What?

When he couldn't say anything?

I respected Pinelli,
he was a decent person.

You respected him,
he was a decent person...

but Chief Guida says he was heavily
suspected for requisite reasons.

Which of the two Pinellis
is the right one?

Why did they cover him
like that?

Tell them to take that sheet off,
I want to see him!

I want to see all of him,
I want to see what they did to him

Not sleeping?

I've been upset all night,
I couldn't sleep.

The baby's agitated,
I don't know why.

I heard the radio,
what happened?

Didn't the radio say?
Do they know? Because I don't.

I wasn't there, I wasn't there.

Sorry.

Goodbye, beautiful Lugano

oh, my sweet land today,

sent off without reason

the anarchists go away...

Ma, you mustn't cry,
that's what they're waiting for.

- Who?
- Them.

Let's not give them
the satisfaction.

Several hours ago, the Services
issued a false document,

the authorities won't have
a true picture of the situation,

which, instead,
you will find in my report.

But are you sure this Merlino,
the day before the massacre,

met the head of the National
Vanguard, Stefan Delle Chiaie?

It's been double-checked.

So, infiltrating the anarchists
were both neo-fascist elements...

And the secret service. Subversive
movements on the Right and Left

have always been monitored.

Shouldn't they have prevented the
bombs, and not let them explode?

Someone thought
they could be exploited.

Five years ago Italy came
very close to a coup d��tat.

President Segni,
perhaps more than he'd intended,

let himself be compromised.

I was Premier
and Saragat was Defense Minister,

we faced Segni.

Saragat threatened him
with high treason,

the only crime a Head of State
can be prosecuted for.

Segni was struck ill,

and collapsed.

It's sad...
to see an elderly person suffer.

I trust you,
I want to trust you,

but you're not investigating
my husband's death, am I right?

Yes, it was decided that

the event occurred
a few seconds after midnight.

I went off duty at midnight, so
the inquiry was assigned to others.

Do you think justice is just?

Yes, ma'am, justice is just.

Then if someone lied,
you'll find out, right?

I want to file a report
against the chief of police,

I don't accept
what they said about my husband,

he wasn't involved, he wasn't
a fanatic, he hated violence,

and he wasn't one to commit suicide,
I know it.

THE NATIONAL INTEREST

After the sad affair
of Pinelli,

public opinion questions if it might
all be a horrible set-up,

they're baffled
and want to know the truth.

Not only are Socialists
and Communists asking,

but also Liberals, Republicans,

a great part of the Christian
Democrats, and even His Holiness.

Circulating in these days is an
evocative, yet terrible expression:

State Massacre.

Heaven forbid this expression
gains strength,

on the other hand, the security
apparatus, the secret services,

we don't know
who they really answer to,

to the Ministers, as bylaw,
or to you, Mr. President.

This counter-investigation of yours
doesn't convince me at all.

It points to the Right,
you say?

Investigators in Milan and Rome
seem to think the opposite.

If that's what you think,
Mr. President,

I'll trouble you no further.

Wait.

This counter-investigation
must be stopped,

it can't be made public,
it's destabilizing.

Then others should also stop the
drift this country is experiencing.

Attacks have been going on
for months now, spreading panic,

injuries, now even death.

This is because
young right-wing extremists find

cover and complicity
in the secret services.

These young people
are mere pawns,

but those who infiltrated them,

who took them to the brink
of the abyss, those who conspired,

have no justification

No one...
no one conspired.

I... have always defended democracy,
the Republic.

Of course...

Ours is a young democracy,
still fragile,

it needs air,
light, to breathe.

If I made public
what I've just let you read,

a civil war would break out,

because for many
the very idea would be intolerable

that a part of the State covered
for or endorsed this horror.

That's why we won't do anything.

We'll force a cover-up,
like cats with their excrement.

But you, Mr. President,
if you should ever sense around you

authoritarian pressures
or temptations, ignore them.

Aldo...

it would be best
if I fell ill like Segni, right?

I came to give you my best wishes.

Merry Christmas, Mr. President.

THE VENETO CONNECTION

It must have been the end
of October,

we were returning from
a nightclub, a little drunk,

and as he was driving me home,
to Arcade,

Ventura began talking to me
about "naive fireworks",

that's what he called
the bombs on the trains.

He said they were amateur stuff,

but the group would get equipped
to do better.

At a certain point,
he reached over to the dashboard.

It was a dishwasher timer.

He said, if connected to a battery
and the right explosive,

it could blow up a whole building.

Excuse me, Professor,

you're a decent person,
you teach,

you're a Christian Democrat
councilman for the town...

You hear someone say for months
we should be like Greece,

who talks about bombs
on trains,

for which they've arrested
evidently innocent anarchists.

And you do nothing? You don't
report it to the Public Prosecutor?

I thought he was making it up,
making himself look big.

If you'd reported him sooner,
maybe he'd not get a life sentence.

I'm not reporting him,
I'm saying what I heard him say.

If you summon him, Giovanni
might tell you it was all made up!

Do you realize the responsibility
on your shoulders?

All those deaths,
those who'll live as invalids?

With all these things,
you have friendship concerns?

I want to be clear: if you take back
what you've just said

I'll accuse you of aggravated
slander. That's 4 years in jail.

What should I do, counselor?
Tell me.

Free yourself of this anguish,
have faith in justice.

Listen...

let's make a deal,

first we need to know who
this friend really is, this Ventura.

I propose that you record
all his words,

so neither of us
will decide his fate,

it will be Ventura himself,
with what he tells us,

who'll convict
or clear himself.

A friend! I tell you certain things
and you talk to the cops.

- It's not like that.
- Don't fuck around with me.

- It's not like that!
- Don't fuck around with me!

We didn't need this.

You rat, you talked!

- I'll break your neck, bastard.
- You don't understand.

They said some asshole was ratting
us out to the Prosecutor,

- I can't believe it was you!
- It wasn't me, they know it all!

What do they know?

I'll crush your head with my own
hands, like a walnut, but slow.

Franco, let him talk.

Do you know
if they're spying on us?

I don't remember what they know
or they don't, I don't know!

I don't remember,
I don't know...

more details,
you fucking professor!

Say something precise:
what do they know?

What did you tell them?

It wasn't easy getting these
reports, Treviso isn't like Rome.

This Professor Lorenzon
is incredible.

First he accuses, then recants,
then his tongue untwists,

and he even makes recordings,
like 007... We have to recruit him!

It's the prosecutor that worries me,

we don't need another
pain-in-the-ass like Paolillo.

Yeah.

I'd say to interrupt
the little story in Treviso

and set it in Rome.

It's complicated getting the
investigation moved to the capital?

They write I'm with the CIA, that
I was trained in the United States.

Here's my passport:
I went to Spain on my honeymoon

and to Basel,
where you sent me yourselves.

You know all the times
they write "Fascist Police Chief"

only because I directed
the Ventotene exile?

Listen, newspapers
are to read and forget.

I want to sue Lotta Continua.

The Police and the Ministry
should too.

- The Police...
- Aren't you offended too?

A trial is a trial,
anything can happen,

slight discrepancies may come out,
slightly different versions.

They accuse me
of torturing Pinelli,

killing him with a karate chop,
then throwing him down there.

They write it outside my house,
yell it at my wife on the phone.

CALABRESI,
YOU ARE THE ACCUSED

What does your wife
say about suing?

She's against it,
she says to drop it.

Look, Gigi,
listen to your wife,

don't give her sleepless nights.

Where's the weapons deposit,
the timer, the receipt,

- the proof he didn't invent it all?
- Why should I?

Your Honor, you can see
he's a failure, a compulsive liar,

sent by that other poor liar
of a prosecutor...

Watch your terms,
I won't allow attacks on colleagues.

Professor, I'm sorry,

but your statements are not backed
by evidence.

There's nothing concrete
in the recordings,

I feel I can't go to trial.

Actually, I must warn you,
and your lawyer will confirm it:

you risk
indictment for defamation.

TELL THE TRUTH

MILAN, OCTOBER, 1970

Silence!

We're in a court of law,

I demand decorum.

The Political Division and
representatives of the Left in Milan

can confirm it: Pinelli and I
were on friendly terms.

- Liar! Some friendship!
- Quiet!

Go on, Mr. Calabresi.

The evening we took him in
he followed us on his scooter,

there was no room
in the police car.

Moreover,
and I want to emphasize,

the questioning on the 15th
was calm, laid back.

Laid on the ground!

Quiet, or I'll clear the court!

I'm the investigating judge
in Treviso, Giancarlo Stiz.

- I have a few questions.
- About what?

About tapes you recorded
a while ago regarding Ventura.

- Yeah, and so? - Could we continue
this conversation inside?

I read Judge Calogero's inquiry, I
have to decide whether to close it,

but I'm still not convinced.

The conversations,
recorded thanks to you,

were transcribed by an officer
from Alcamo, a Sicilian.

With all due respect
for Sicilians,

what could he know about discussions
between northerners from Treviso?

Nothing at all.

I want to listen to those recordings
with you, will you help me?

I've already risked slander
over this thing,

why should I listen to you?

I was here,
I couldn't see Calabresi's door,

but I could see
Allegra's door very well.

If Calabresi had gone there,
I'd have seen him.

Officer Panessa,
to the witness stand.

Maybe Valitutti
didn't see the Captain go by

because he was looking
the other way...

maybe sleeping.

All I know is, the Captain
wasn't in the room for the suicide.

But hadn't Mr. Calabresi just tried
what in jargon is called "The Fake"?

Didn't he tell Pinelli
that Valpreda had confessed?

- He'd told him earlier.
- When earlier?

I think in the first questioning,
at 7 p. m.

What are you saying?

You weren't even present
at that time, you've sworn it.

Maybe the Captain told me.

Officer Panessa,
think before you speak,

you're a step from
an accusation of perjury.

Lieutenant Lograno, why was
a Carabineer officer present

- for the questioning?
- In complex investigations,

various units co-operate.

I see. Once Pinelli fell,
you were the only one

to run to the courtyard, why?

- I hoped something could be done.
- My question was another.

Why were you the only one to go,
and the others stayed in the room?

Your Honor, the question
is not pertinent.

We're discussing here if
Mr. Calabresi was slandered or not,

not which stairs police forces
went up and down on.

Listen closely, I need a favor,

tomorrow I have an appointment
in Rome but can't go.

Take pen and paper,
write this number: 853015.

Got it?
Call, Guido will answer,

tell him I'll get in touch.

What Ventura's saying seems clear:

he's talking about
an appointment in Rome,

to call a phone number,
Guido will answer.

But in the transcript it only says
he has an appointment,

there's no name
or phone number.

Whole chunks of conversation are
skipped, we must review the tapes.

You know these people,

help me understand
what's behind these phone calls.

- Is it useful?
- It's useful.

Professor, excuse me,

Lotta Continua wrote that Pinelli
received a karate chop,

this bruise should show that,

proof of a bulbar lesion.

What can you tell us?

The bulbar cannot be injured
by a karate chop,

it's technically impossible.

This oval bruise
is not due to a blow received.

To what, then?

It's typical of a body left
for more than four hours

with the head resting
on the morgue block.

It's present on all corpses.

Mrs. Pinelli, your husband's
lower limbs showed abrasions

which might be the sign
of a violent fight.

By chance,
had you seen them before?

Yes, he hurt himself
playing with our girls.

I'm not afraid of the truth,
not me.

If I know the truth, I tell it.

Want my impression
of this trial?

It won't get to deliberation.

Your lawyer will challenge the
judge, too acquiescent with Pinelli,

and he'll terminate the proceedings.

I don't want that,
it would mean starting over.

But there's one sure thing:

you were wrong
to bet everything on Valpreda.

I'd bet ten years' salary,
the one who planted that bomb,

wasn't him, but someone else.

- Who?
- Nino Sottosanti.

Sottosanti has an alibi:

he ate lunch with Pinelli and
at 4:30 he took a bus out of Milan.

But no one saw him get on.

Nino Sottosanti, aka
Nino the Fascist, a legionnaire,

a neo-Nazi until three months
before converting to anarchy

and, especially, as many say,
Piety Valpreda's look-alike.

- It's an old story.
- Maybe so,

but recently a colleague
went to the taxi driver

with a shot of Sottosanti
and asked who it was,

he said: "Valpreda!"

This explains why the bomber
took a cab for just a few blocks.

He does something odd
so the driver will notice him.

Nice story,
why don't you write it?

I have, but the editor
doesn't want to publish it.

He likes it,
but feels he can't.

Like your superiors:
they respect you,

but leave you out in the cold.

The anarchist poster was
just like one for May in France.

I asked to have it analyzed
in Paris, remember?

Interpol sent their report to me
too,

they didn't know I'd been removed
from the investigation.

I've kept them here to remind me
that justice is one thing

and those who should enforce it
are another.

To think I reprimanded Mrs. Pinelli
for having doubted

that justice is just...

What did the French say?

That they were both printed
by Aginter Press.

The name rings a bell?

The first secret service briefing
gave it as an anarchist group.

Instead, it was
a Right-extremist agency,

specialized in infiltration
operations

and financed by Fascist governments
in Greece, Spain, Portugal...

and even part
of NATO's secret services.

And Police Headquarters
in Milan knew everything.

Headquarters?
I never knew anything.

But your superiors,
Guida and Allegra did.

So did that professor here from
Rome on the evening of the 12th,

sent by the Secret Services,
meaning Prefect D'Amato.

They knew,
but judged it irrelevant

and they took me off
the investigation.

Who is it?

What you said the other day
has made me think,

I've re-read
the preliminary investigation,

the theory that Sottosanti planted
the bomb can't be ruled out.

I'm glad I sowed the seed
of doubt.

You worked on Valpreda's alibi.

It showed that the taxi driver
wasn't precise.

And you interviewed those who'd
seen him in Rome after the massacre.

A couple of witnesses,
I considered them unreliable:

his ex, who had it in for him,
and an ex-con.

Also, some of his comrades, with
no reason to have it in for him,

they all say he was in Rome
the day after the massacre.

Let's say that's true,
what does it mean?

Something important must have made
Valpreda return to Rome,

maybe to settle accounts
with whoever set that trap for him.

Why didn't you ask yourself that?

Why didn't you and other journalists
get to the bottom of this

instead of collecting signatures
against me?

You've got it in for these
anarchists but it was to frame them!

You don't care about
the trap Valpreda got into.

There are lots of traps
in this affair, one's for you.

I recently discovered this
and I'd have brought it to you.

It comes from an agency
very close to the Secret Services,

it's the document
that launched the hoax,

and was then picked up
by the papers,

stating that you were trained
by the CIA.

The newspaper didn't invent it,
the Ministry did.

EXPLOSIVE

Great, good,
good for you, excellent!

You turned my home and office upside
down a while ago finding nothing,

now you're here again?

It's not your money, it's always
stupid citizens like me who pay.

Sir, look, it says "Vitezit".

- Is it medicine?
- No, an explosive.

I've never seen that paper,
it was put there to frame me.

I'll give you a few clues
to jog your memory.

These instructions are enclosed
in a box with 25 kilos of explosive.

Why tell me?
My trade is books.

The only explosives I know
are the thoughts of Nietzsche, Marx,

Evola, Pound, Celine.

A box of this kind was stolen
in December near your house

and so was its instruction sheet,

which we find in a drawer
at your place.

You're in deep trouble, if you know
something you should say it.

Or I'm under arrest?

No, you'd already be.
Today you're a free man.

I can't say about tomorrow.

So, can I go?

Please.

Let's go, Counselor.

One moment, there's a number
in Lorenzon's agenda...

here it is,
it's a number in Rome,

he says you gave it to him
to call a certain Guido

to say you couldn't meet him,
who's this Guido?

I don't know, I know no Guido
except Lorenzon.

You said it was all okay,
Stiz is on my back,

I'm in the shit,
you gotta get me out!

It won't take long to confirm
the Guido in the agenda's you.

Seen all the strange suicides
lately?

The janitor in Padang
fell down the stairs,

Prince Borghese's treasurer
drowned in a puddle,

the professor from Rome
went out the clinic window.

What did they have in common?
A crisis of conscience?

- Trying to scare me?
- No, trying to reassure you.

If the prosecutor insists,
we'll help you escape.

Aren't you afraid
they'll get to you?

I'm an animal
that leaves no trace.

Yeah, like a snake.

Electric Controllers Ltd.

Your company promised me
50 timers for last month,

you do nothing but delay,
I'm in a rush,

so no more wasting time,
when will you send them?

- Like to take a seat?
- I'd rather stand.

- Your lawyer?
- I'm my own.

Since you're a lawyer,
why did you need 50 timers?

They were for Captain Hamid
of the Algerian secret service,

for action in Israel.

Where does this captain live?

- I have no idea, he came to me.
- You have no idea...

I might think this Captain Hamid
is the fruit of your imagination.

I don't know how to help you.

This is identical
to one you bought.

A timer like this triggered the bomb
at Piazza Fontana, recognize it?

The trouble is I don't recognize
you, neither you nor your justice.

You magistrates,
or rather "minus-trates",

are the kings
of empty-handedness.

Electric Controllers of Bologna
sold 56 timers,

so there are another 6 around.

Prove it was my timer at the bank
and you'll win.

CALABRESI MURDERER

There were a thousand boxes, but
I was scared, I couldn't keep them.

It wasn't the first time Giovanni
asked me to do risky things.

What risky things?

In the fall,
after the train bombs,

he asked me to buy metal boxes,

the wooden ones he'd used
for the attacks

hadn't created
the compression he wanted.

Wait, you mean the bombs
that exploded on trains last August

that the anarchists
are accused of?

The anarchists were accused
but it wasn't them.

Tell me about these metal boxes,
did you buy them?

I refused, but when I went to the
publishing house, they were there,

someone else had bought them.

Remember the make?

German-made... Juwel.

From the Prosecutor in Treviso
to the Prosecutor in Milan.

Besides the criminal charges
pending on Franco Freda

and Giovanni Ventura,

already accused of organizing
the April 1969 attacks

at the Fairgrounds and
the Central Train Station in Milan,

and, in the same year, on
August 8th and 9th, those on trains,

the above-named are also charged
with the attack in Milan

on December 12,1969,

on the National Bank
of Agriculture, Piazza Fontana.

The papers are returned to you
for the competence of your court.

Good for you, well-done!

Long live democracy!

HIGH TENSION

SEGRATE, MARCH 14th 1972

- Have you identified him?
- No,

he had an ID card issued to Vincenzo
Maggioni, but it looks false.

Can you reconstruct
the fingerprints?

He's all burned,
I don't think so.

EDITOR FELTRINELLI
RIPPED APART BY TRINOL IN MILAN

Did you know it was him?

I thought so right away,
then the lab confirmed it.

- Hadn't he fled Italy?
- Yes, he'd gone underground.

- Was he involved
with the bank bomb? - No.

I don't think so

But was it an accident
or was he murdered?

What do you think?

You'll end up bad too,
you'll be a suicide too...

- Sure, good.
- Like Pinelli, you bastard.

Wrong number.

We're crazy to want kids
in a world like this.

- Welcome to the eastern front.
- How are you?

Not bad, you?

The expert's report is thorough,
but something's not right.

He thinks there was blasting jelly
in the Juwel box in Piazza Fontana,

I think the quantity
of jelly the Juwel can hold

couldn't create
that chasm in the floor.

But the bomb was under
a very heavy table,

that might have compounded
the effect.

It doesn't explain
that devastation.

Another thing struck me:

the newspapers said there were
pieces of a timer and a fuse,

usually one excludes the other.

But here in the report
the fuse has disappeared,

they only speak of a timer.

Right after the explosion,

while you were in the bank,
how did you feel?

- We were in shock.
- Physically, I mean.

I had a tremendous headache,
maybe due to the strong smell.

- What smell?
- Like almonds.

Why?

An almond smell and headache
are typical of plastic explosives,

very low in blasting jelly.

- What explosive was it?
- Trinol I'd say, like in Vitezit.

But Trinol's not easy to find,

only we in the military have it.

- It came from a base.
- Or illegal arms trafficking.

There are lots of underground
tunnels and rivers here.

A farmer sank into a grotto
with his tractor,

he made a discovery
he never should have.

What you're going to see,
officially, doesn't exist.

- What is it?
- A weapons deposit.

Arms, munitions, explosives,

stuff to arm the resistance
against a Communist invasion.

- Who knows about this?
Very few: NATO officials,

the Caravanserai's,
the secret services.

Maybe someone
on the secret services' payroll,

someone who decided to use
these bombs before an invasion.

Forget you've seen it,
like I have,

and I suggest
you forget all the rest too.

- Hello.
- Hello, Prefect.

How come you're in Milan?

So, this is it,
the famous room.

I liked your composure
at the trial,

impeccable, despite the racket.

I'm sorry about the trouble
you had,

this affair needs to come
to an end.

I have an offer for you.

I'd like you in Rome, with me.

- Rome?
- Return to your lovely city,

take your family to the sun.

Milan doesn't like you,
come away.

Rome, though, likes me?

The story about the CIA training
in America came from your office

at the Ministry.

An incredible case of homonymy:

Calabrese was another official's
name. If it comforts you,

I've removed the person
responsible for this sloppiness.

It doesn't comfort me,
because the story's still around.

We'll make it stop.

Come and work with me,
you'll be my right-hand man.

It's time to make way
for the young.

- Just think, I wanted to see you.
- We were made to get along.

- The job's yours. - I wanted to
discuss my idea on Piazza Fontana.

Tell me, I'm listening.

An expert says, to make such a hole
would take 6 kilos of explosive,

if we mean blasting jelly.

The metal container
could hold only four.

- How do you explain that?
- How does the expert explain it?

And especially, who is he?

He can't. I tried to explain it.

There were two bombs, not one.

Two bags, two bombs.

The first was blasting jelly,
low potential,

with a timer, it has a
characteristic disinfectant smell.

It's a symbolic bomb, meant
to explode when the bank's closed,

no deaths or injuries.

Who put it there?
Valpreda, like they all say?

Goon

The second bomb comes into play,
this time the smell is different:

almonds, bitter almonds,

high-explosive trinol
triggered by a fuse.

That's the bomb of the massacre,

when it explodes,
it sets off the other one too.

The bomber is a Fascist,
looks a lot like Valpreda,

he wants to be noticed by
the taxi driver, to be recognized,

to be taken for Valpreda,

so the anarchists
will take the blame.

Maybe he planted it, a Fascist who'd
infiltrated the Ghisolfa Club,

or him, a friend
of Merlino and Delle Chiaie.

Or this other one,
one of Freda's collaborators.

All on the Right, all infiltrators

and all of them
look a lot like Valpreda.

The trinol comes from NATO deposits
trafficked by members of New Order.

A perfect plan:
two bags, two bombs...

one offender, the anarchist dancer,

the ideal culprit.

Listen...

what a story,
what an imagination!

Since we're spinning yarns,
listen to this:

not only two bags, two bombs,
but also two different factions.

The first bomb is like you said,

it should explode when the bank's
closed and make noise, not victims.

It's to be attributed to Valpreda,

who probably doesn't know anything
about it, not at all.

That's the bomb
to be planted by a look-alike,

maybe even one of your three.

That bomb is highly-regarded
even in our institutions,

because it scares people,
it stirs up public opinion,

preparing it to accept
a change in the Constitution

which would bring an end
to the chaos, the strikes.

But at the international level
someone thinks it's not enough,

they want a real dictatorship,
like in Greece.

These are the ones who plant
the second bomb,

the one to cause deaths.

Who are "the ones"?

The most extremist part of NATO,

some sectors
of our armed forces,

some members of New Order

on the payroll of the American
military's secret services,

executives in the American Embassy
linked to right-wing extremists.

And you?
What did you do?

Do you really think
that public officials

could have wanted
so many innocent victims?

You covered it all up,
that's what you did.

Just fairy tales,
both your story and mine,

both very attractive.

Like in all fairy tales,
there's always a grain of truth,

but that grain, you understand,
can't be told.

Why not?

Because the war's not over,
actually, it's just beginning.

The best is yet to come.

We're all on the front line,

some do the clean work,
others the dirty work.

I'm not a cleaning company,
I'm a police officer,

my war is against criminals.

- Did you have a bad dream?
- No.

You were talking.

Would your father still give me
that job in his company?

I can see myself delivering
sportswear to big shots.

Are you joking?
- Why?

When this investigation's over
I'm leaving the police force.

- I don't believe it, you love
your work too much. - You'll see.

- Did you forget something?
- No.

I wanted to change my tie,
this pink one... is it better?

- They're both horrible, go.
- Thank you.

THE PIAZZA FONTANA MASSACRE
HAS NO GUILTY PARTIES

AFTER 33 YEARS OF TRIALS
ALL THE ACCUSED HAVE BEEN ACQUITTED

IN 1992 THE PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE
IN MILAN REOPENED THE CASE

AND INCRIMINATED DELFO ZORZI,
CARLO MARIA MAGGI, CARLO DIGILIO

AND OTHER NEO-NAZIS

THEY WERE FOUND GUILTY BUT ACQUITTED
UNDER APPEAL AND BY THE SUPREME COURT

IN THE SENTENCE THE COURTS RECOGNIZED
FREDA AND VENTURA AS GUILTY

BUT NO LONGER PROSECUTABLE

THE VICTIMS' FAMILIES WERE ASKED
TO PAY THE EXPENSES OF THE TRIAL

FOR THE DEATH OF GIUSEPPE PINELLI

THE POLICE WERE ACQUITTED
OF ALL RESPONSIBILITY

FOR THE CALABRESI MURDER EX LOTTA
CONTINUA MEMBERS, LEONARDO MARINO,

OVIDIO BOMPRESSI, GIORGIO
PIETROSTEFANI AND ADRIANO SOFRI

WERE CONVICTED

ALDO MORO WAS ASSASSINATED
BY THE RED BRIGADES ON MAY 9TH, 1978

FOR ITALIAN JUSTICE
ALL THESE CASES ARE CLOSED