All language subtitles for La Polizia Ha Le Mani Legate AKA Killer Cop 1975 720p BluRay AAC2.0 DUAL x264-KESH.EN 23.976

KILLER COP

Good morning, Mr. Rolandi.

Good morning. Would you please tidy up
my apartment? It's in a terrible state!

- Don't worry.
- Thank you.

Oh, you've bought a new car!

Well... almost new.

All characters and events
appearing in this film are fictitious.

Any resemblance
to real events is purely coincidental.

Fuck you!

POLICE HEADQUARTERS

Parking in a non-stopping zone!
With a cock in your hand!

- Do you know how many years
you can get? - So what?

This is obscene acts in public!
You, wait there.

This is the last time
I'll close a blind eye to you.

- Get out of here.
- Ok.

- Who's that for? - It's for Mr. Rolandi.
- I'll take it. Give it to me.

- Come in! - Here you are.
Breakfast for Mr. Rolandi!

Hi. Why do they always leave the windows
open in the morning? It's cold as hell.

- You don't know what you missed
last night. - What did I miss?

It was really unbelievable.

- How can you eat that plastic?
- What do you care! Go on, tell me!

- Can you imagine who was with Gianna
yesterday evening? - Who?

Anselma, that lady from Lodi.

She's still a beautiful woman,
with a nice ass.

I had to invite them both to dinner,
then we went to Gianna's house for a drink.

Then they got hot
and began to undress.

Then guess what happened?
I had to make it with both of them.

- Oh, come on!
- My kidneys hurt so bad!

Leave my lighter alone
or you'll break it!

- Where are you going?
- I go to work.

- But I came here to talk with you.
- Just come along.

Where are you going?
This is my car.

What do you mean this is your car?

- This Mercedes is yours?
-Yes, but it runs on gas. Get in.

Well, not bad!

They have to understand
it was an accident, it wasn't my fault.

If they hadn't considered it an accident,
you wouldn't still be in the police.

Come on, this isn't being
in the police:

standing around for 8 hours
on a tram looking for pickpockets.

You know, when I get home at night,
my hands keep shaking.

You let someone scare you
with a toy gun.

How was I to know it?
He shoved it at my stomach

and what do you expect me to do?
Spit in his eye?

Give him a punch with my left hand while
I pull out my Magnum with my right hand?

Don't make me laugh!
I put my hands up, but with dignity.

Besides, I'm not cut out for action,
I'm cut out for induction.

Just to give you an idea,
I'm like Sherlock Holmes.

- It's not so funny, I use my brain,
not my hands. - Get to the point.

I'd like you to tell the Chief
he should transfer me to Narcotics.

- I'll tell him, but I know what he'll say.
- Just keep on telling him.

- What's this? - Leave it alone!
Must you touch everything?

- Sandwiches I keep handy 24 hours a day.
- I'm not going to eat it, don't worry!

- What are you on at the moment?
- An Algerian drug traffic on a big scale.

- I could help you in a case like that.
- Maybe if I can convince the Chief.

This is where I get off.
You can stop here.

Bye. And don't forget to have
a word with the Chief, will you?

- I won't.
- Oh, I nearly forgot something.

- I'll pick it up tonight.
-Why leave it there?

I might have it picked
on the tram. Bye.

- Hi, boys. - Good morning, Mr. Balsamo!
How are you?

- Are you working on line 75 today?
- Let's go for a coffee. -Thank you, sir.

It is hard to find words
to explain simply and exactly...

what I wish to say to you.

On behalf of the study committee
that promoted the event...

I'd like to thank you all
for participating...

and I sincerely hope that we'll be
even more for this event next year.

- Thank you, goodbye.
-You're welcome.

- When is the first Paris flight?
- At 6.45 p.m.

- Book me a seat on it.
- Yes, certainly, Mr. Belkazen.

I'd like to reserve a seat on the
Paris flight at 6.45. The name is Belkazen.

- They'll call in 10 minutes.
-Thanks. I'll wait here until you call me.

Can I have my key, please?

I need 5 minutes. Try to make sure
he doesn't come up. Thanks.

How am I supposed to read this?

Down! Down!

- Hey, what are you doing?
- That's my suitcase!

- Let go!
- Get out of here!

- Look out, that suitcase!
- Call the police!

Look out, there's
a bomb in that suitcase!

Run away!

Keep back!

My God!

The explosion occurred
this morning at 11.21.

The killing spree of the enemies
of the State struck once again.

At the hotel there was an international
meeting discussing naive art.

Walk inside! We're now entering the lounge
of the hotel "Parco dei Principi".

This is the hotel lounge
after the explosion: a horrifying scene.

The explosion was very violent,
fortunately the ceiling held

otherwise the number of the
victims would have been even more.

Of the 12 dead
8 are of foreign nationality,

the wounded are
all on the danger list.

The Procurator General Di Federico
has taken on the investigation personally

and was on the scene immediately.

In the capital a special assembly
has been called for the Cabinet.

Early this afternoon a government
representative will fly to the city

that has suffered this terrible blow
from the enemies of the State.

Telegrams of sympathy have been
sent from all over the world.

Imagine when they'll be there!

The bodies of the victims have been
laid out in the garden of the hotel.

Members of the families were grieving
during the identification formalities.

Many of the bodies
were unrecognizable.

You're a slut.

What a thrill...

Where the hell is that moron?

- They should kill them all!
- Bloody fascists!

MASSACRE!
12 KILLED AND 27 WOUNDED

They are not fascists.
I think they're red!

Bombs are always fascist!
Then hue doesn't matter!

- It's always the anarchists! - When nobody
knows who it is, blame out the anarchists!

- It's too easy. - The truth is
we need a strong government.

- We had a strong one for 20 years! - These
things never happened during Fascism.

- Yes, but other things happened and nobody
knew about them. - Enough of this talk!

Stop the tram!
I'm the police, let me off!

TO THE POLICE:
IT WAS A MISTAKE, FORGIVE ME

- Excuse me, did a boy in a green raincoat
come this way? - I didn't notice him.

- Look out!
-Wait, I'll pick it up.

Sorry, I didn't see you.

- Did you see a boy in a green raincoat
come this way? - Yes.

- Where did he go?
- Over there. - Thank you.

- Are you the one who wrote this?
- No.

- I saw you in the phone booth.
- Don't come any closer.

- Don't be foolish or I'll be forced to
take out my gun. - Freeze or I'll shoot!

Get back,
get close to that gate! Quick!

Hurry UP!

Stop there.

If you make a move, I'll kill you!

Why in God's name is always me?

In parliament 22 interrogations have already
been presented in less than half an hour.

Interrogation is very easy,
giving answers is more difficult.

It would be something if we could
find out their political hue.

Which color would be
useful at the moment?

One or the other...
doesn't make much difference.

But it would help to blame someone to
calm the parliament and the public outcry.

International complications
have to be considered as well.

The minister will have a crowd
of foreign ambassadors on his heels

from all the countries
involved in the massacre.

Many of the victims were
very well-known in their country.

It's a serious situation.

It's a bit awkward, I agree.

Is that why you seem so bothered
about our Procurator General?

By the way, what sort of man
is this Di Federico?

- You mean "Minty"?
- "Minty"?

Yes, they call him Minty because he sucks
mints when he has something on his mind.

He's a tough man,
but very able, stubborn but honest.

- And politically what is he? - No special
sympathies, above all he's a technician.

Ok, but he can't possibly
handle the whole thing on his own.

We must be constantly informed about
anything regarding the investigation.

That seems fair, I might say.

Here he is.

Good morning, sir.
I'm the secretary to the minister.

- This is Colonel Francalancia of
the Information. - Nice to meet you.

The minister's just arrived from Rome

and is waiting for you
with the Vice-Procurator Bondi.

- Give me those.
- Would you mind waiting for me a minute?

- Any news? - Nothing yet,
the Chief of Police is irritated.

"Minty" won't allow him
to do anything without orders.

Our forces are searching the places
where the students hang out.

Just before the explosion a young man
tried to warn the hotel concierge.

Good, just go on keeping to look out
and wait for further orders.

I understand perfectly.

The situation is serious,
you're forced to tread carefully.

But we have to take
parliament into account,

public opinion and the foreign
countries involved in the case.

There's a line of ambassadors
waiting outside the Foreign Office.

I'm a judge, not a politician,
Mr. Minister.

Public opinion, parliament,
the ambassadors...

...they only interest me
up to a certain point in this case.

This is no ordinary case,
it's strictly political.

It concerns also our international
relationships, you can't ignore that.

Alright, Mr. Minister,
what is that you want from me?

That you understand the delicate situation
this massacre puts the country in.

You must keep us informed about
the results of the investigation.

You will be. Just as soon as I get
something in my hands, you will know.

But it has to be something concrete.

It's a matter of time, you see.

You don't think a valuable collaboration
between the various police forces...

...and the Information Service
might speed things up?

Speed it up?

Justice is not
a sporting event, Mr. Minister.

I've personally undertaken
the investigation of this case.

I will use the collaboration
of Mr. Bondi

and whomever I think best
at any particular moment.

This time there'll be no suicide
at an inopportune moment...

There'll be no disappearing tapes
or tapes that have been tampered with,

and after 2-3 years of inquiries...

I will not be replaced suddenly
by another judge.

And after all this,
I take full responsibility

without any kind of interference.

And I'm assuming that.

Come on, get off!

Don't push!

Come on!

- Is there anything for me?
- No, sir.

You are young,
why do you want to get in trouble?

You'd better tell us the names
of the ones involved.

If this is your answer, I'll arrest you
for insult to a public official!

I didn't mean to be offensive!

What a disaster, Luigi!

I can't tell you what
it was like at the hotel.

You heard what happened, I suppose.

Drop it!

- Matteo...
- What?

- I just let him go.
-Who?

- The guy who planted the bomb in there.
- What did you say?

I was working on tram 15,

he wrote something here
and left it in a phone booth.

I saw him doing that, I got off
the tram and caught up with him.

But he pulled out a gun
and pointed it at me.

But... but... damn!
You are a born loser!

Jesus! Then you're hoping
to be promoted!

I can't do anything about it.
I was born with bad luck.

They always pull the gun out first
and then point it at me.

This time you really messed it up.
Did you tell the Chief yet?

He wasn't in.

If I tell him,
he'll give me a really hard time.

I'll go with you if you like.

We aren't still able to
answer this question.

What was the type of explosive used?

From the first investigation of
the bomb squad, it seems to be plastic.

It was an enormously
potent time bomb.

From the traces we found it'd appear
that the time mechanism was hand-made.

Thus making it the work of specialists.

Where was the bomb planted?

In a suitcase near the reception desk

amongst the luggage
of the guests that where checking out.

How far have you got
identifying the people responsible?

I think the Chief of Police
has better reply to that.

Now we are questioning
all political suspects.

- What do you mean suspects?
- I mean suspects.

Is it true that prior to the explosion
someone attempted to warn the hotel porter,

but that the porter
didn't believe him,

and there was some kind
of scuffle trying to send him away?

For the moment it's impossible
to establish that.

Some of the hotel guests saw some sort of
scuffle between the concierge and a boy.

The explosion was
immediately after that.

Unfortunately, the concierge and
the closest witnesses got killed

so we can't say the two things
are necessarily connected.

Does a reliable description exist?

Just a general idea. We hope to get more
details after having talked to the wounded.

For the moment
it's all I have to say.

That was the statement
the Procurator General Di Federico

made to the press at his office.

As you've already heard,
investigations have only just started...

- I'm going to try to find that jerk.
- Ok.

Of course he slipped
through your fingers as usual!

I hope you'll remember
what he looked like at least.

Of course I saw him well,
he looked like a bit mongoloid...

but he wasn't a mongoloid,
he had the face of a maniac!

I told him to stop but he took out
a gun before I could do it.

The truth is that when you see a gun
you wet your pants.

Calm down, De Marchi!

- Balsamo, please sit down.
-Thank you, sir.

Would you be able to recognize him?
Are you sure you got a good look at him?

I swear I would recognize him
in the dark!

Well, at least we know for sure that
the boy who warned the concierge...

...was responsible for the massacre.

He said it was a mistake,
that's what he wrote.

But what sort of mistake
could it have been?

Probably with the explosives

or a mistake on the part
of the one who gave the orders.

I remember the boy was wearing
a sort of military green raincoat.

Come in.

- Your Excellency, the identikit.
- Fine.

Does it look like him?

It's an amazing resemblance,
only he had very pale eyes.

- Make the eyes paler and
have many photocopies. - Yes, sir.

- I'd like Balsamo to have a week's leave.
- As far as I'm concerned he can retire.

Alright, alright, De Marchi!

Now keep on interrogating the ones you
pulled in and something may come of it.

Get some copies of the identikit
and send them to every department.

Ok. Goodbye.

Bondi, take a car and
accompany Balsamo to my house.

- Immediately.
- You're the only eyewitness we have.

- I want to make sure that you're safe.
- Of course, Your Excellency.

I'll call my wife.
No, I'd better write her a note.

Please, do use it.

Luigi!

- Hello!
- Where are you going?

- I want to say hello to a friend.
- No, you have to come with me. - Ok.

Sir.

Balsamo, do you mind?

To the Procurator General's house.

Rocco, is that you?

No, it's me.

Where have you been?
What happened? Tell me!

- Falena, what have we done?
- It's what you've done, not we!

But you also didn't realize
it wasn't the right suitcase...

We made a mistake,
we planted the one meant for the pylon.

- But why did you have to go back?
- I tried to warn them but it was too late!

I only just managed to escape
from the hotel, I even lost my glasses.

I got on the wrong tram,
I wandered around.

I'm so confused, I feel like
my head is going to explode...

- I must have a shot, give me a shot...
- Piss off!

Rocco's right: you're a bloody fool!

- What if anyone recognizes you?
- It's impossible in such a confusion!

- This is Rocco.
- What the devil have you done?

I should never have trusted you.

It had to be a demonstration,
that's all.

But you put the suitcase
meant for the pylon in the hotel.

- And one of you was seen by a cop who
now can identify him. - That's impossible!

He wrote a message to the police
on a newspaper he left in a phone booth.

Only by some miracle
did he avoid getting caught,

the situation is beginning
to get very dangerous.

- What do you want us to do?
- You'd better do nothing and disappear.

The plan stays as it is.

The car will be a blue Citroen
with Swiss plate

to be in the place we arranged.

Next appointment will be at the house in
Lugano the day after tomorrow at 6.30 p.m.

Alright.

OUT OF ORDER

- Has he come back? - He's in the other
room, he's freaked out. - Just read there!

Fucking moron!
Now you write to the police!

Now we're in deep shit!

- Donatella is getting much better.
- Yes, but are you not riding this year?

No way. You know, I was so scared
since I fell off last time.

- Are you free this evening?
-Yes, why?

- Gabriella!
- We're all going to Silvana's house.

- Ok, what time?
- At 9.

See you later.
I have to see my policeman. Bye.

So you bought a Mercedes
with your salary!

- It's not new and it runs on gas.
- Like cookers?

Yes, but my car has tanks.

I was just about to come down
when the bomb went off.

The Algerian was among the dead but
he certainly had delivered the goods.

Move over.

- What would I be supposed to do?
- Nothing.

But go on keeping your eyes open and let me
know if there's much pushing on campus.

No way, nobody is doing anything
at the university at the moment.

I suppose that's what
you call chamomile tea, eh?

What a silly goose you are!
Why did you join the police force?

Would you prefer if I stole things?

It's all down to personal taste.

Why do you always carry this book around?
What's so interesting in it?

Whales... are wonderful.

They are so big and free.
Do you know how long a whale is?

- No, how long?
- Try and guess it.

- I don't know... As a 60-story skyscraper.
- Don't be fucking ridiculous!

- It's late, we've only got 15 minutes.
- You're always in a hurry!

- Isn't it dangerous with gas? - Yes, but
it's more romantic if we die together.

- Are you bored, Mr. Balsamo?
- No, of course not.

Mind if I sit here?

I know you couldn't go out,
but a bit of air might do you good.

- Of course. - The city has
a certain flair in wintertime.

People hurrying to and fro,
game meat hanging outside the shops,

the 'smell' of mist...

- I adore winter mornings in Milan.
- Do you?

Artichokes, 7; steaks, 4;
butter, wine, mineral water...

...detergents and oranges. Anything else?
- No, thanks.

Ah, would you mind
picking up my shoes?

But I won't be able to get
shoes and oranges together.

- I'll get them for you.
- You'll get my shoes?

No, I meant the oranges.
I know a lot about them.

But you don't even know
where the food store is.

- She'll show me the way.
- Sure.

And then you're right, I'd really
like to get out for a little while.

- I'm going. Bye.
- See you later.

Why not?

- Where are you from?
- I'm from Lodi.

- Lodi?! Do you possibly know
Anselma Fussari? - No.

- She's really nice. What are you doing
on Sunday? - Nothing.

- Would you come to a football game?
- I'd love to. - I'd love you to.

- Tell me where the fruit store is.
- Over there, first left, then to the right.

- You will come tonight?
-Yes. - Bye.

- Are these the only oranges you've got?
- No, there's a whole lot.

- Where?
- Over there.

- I don't like these. May I take a bag?
- Ok. -Thanks.

Hey! I'm talking to you!

- Don't squeeze them all!
- I'm not squeezing anything. - You are!

- But I want them mature!
- Let me do it.

- I have to check them before buying...
- Stop! Look what you've done!

They're for Mrs. Di Federico.
You know her, don't you?

- Alright then.
-Thanks.

What's the matter with you?

- Call an ambulance!
-Yes, a doctor!

Oh, my God!

YOUR COLLEAGUES
AT POLICE HEADQUARTERS

Then you can have fun.

What will happen when the public finds out
this murder is connected with the explosion?

We'll see that it doesn't happen,
I've spoken to the Chief of Police already.

He'll say Balsamo was working on...
a black market case.

And that makes it alright
according to you?

It does as regards public opinion.

But if Balsamo's death presents
a problem to my own conscience...

that's something I'm going
to have to solve from myself.

I don't want to reproach you
in any way, Your Excellency.

I know you're a man
of great integrity and honesty.

But if you had agreed to collaborate
with the Information Service,

your only witness
might still be among us.

This case is more complex than normal,
you can't handle it alone.

I'm not alone, I have the collaboration
of the police and of my own assistant.

- That's not enough! - You keep pressing
me with the Information Service!

What good did this collaboration do
in the cases of Milan, Bologna, Brescia?

It just created more confusion.
No way!

When I accepted this case
I took full responsibility for it.

But if you find something to
criticize in my handling of it,

you can appeal to
the Supreme Council of Magistrature.

Goodbye, Your Excellency.

- When did you discover the microphone?
- Just now.

- That's how they knew where Balsamo was.
- What do we do now?

Don't touch it, it's better
they think we haven't noticed it.

We'll let them here what we want to.
What did De Marchi say?

He agrees, officially Balsamo
was on the track of cigarette smugglers.

- Did he have a family? - Nobody,just
some distant relatives in South America.

- What a mistake!
- His death was not your fault.

In part, it is.

My wife too is very upset.

I must go home for lunch.

A mistake? The mistake
is allowing them to do such things.

They are criminals as well
as the ones who protect them.

The Palestinians will be
involved as usual.

The hotel was hosting
an international meeting...

I think there were
also some Israeli delegates there.

- Was it good, sir?
- Yes. How much is it?

2.500 lire.

We will never know who is to blame.

- It's the usual strategy of
raising tension. - Thank you, sir.

Where are we going with
all these bombs and kidnappings?

Don't worry, I'm a policeman.

Oh, my God!

- Mancuso!
- Coming, Mr. Rolandi.

- Yes, sir?
- Find this picture and enlarge it.

All of the picture?

- No,just this part here.
- Alright, sir.

Take this and burn it.

Come on,jerk!
This mess is all your fault!

Hurry UP!

Leave that cat here!

The porter in the hotel never wore glasses,
I remember it well.

And someone said he had a fight
with the boy before the explosion.

- Come here.
-What is it, sir?

- Take off my glasses!
- But, sir...

Try to take them off! Come on!

- Ok-ok. - Not with your two fingers.
Go ahead, come on!

Just as if we were struggling!
That's it, well done!

- Well done, Mancuso. I'm sorry.
- I'm ok, don't worry.

- Do you know what I was doing?
- No. - I'll show you.

You see? The porter's hand
is in the same position.

That means he must have ripped them off
the boy during the struggle.

Those glasses have got
to belong to that boy.

THIS IS THE KILLER'S FACE

- Good morning, sir. - Borelli!
It's been a while since last time!

I must have a look at a little evidence
that belong to an Algerian, Belkazen.

- He was killed in the explosion
at the Parco dei Principi. - Oh, yes.

I'm clearing up a case

and it might be useful
to take a look at his personal effects.

- Do you want to see the authorization?
- Come on! Follow me.

How you find anything
in this place beats me.

My brain is like a computer,
otherwise I'd go out of my mind.

I should think so!

- What was the Algerian's name?
- Belkazen.

Here we are, 2240.

- Here you are, sir.
-Thanks.

I don't want to take your time.

Stay as long as you want,
I'm in the other room.

- Thanks.
- Anything you want, just call me.

- You can collect your glasses over there.
-Thank you.

- Hi, Matteo!
- Giuliana! How are you? - Great.

I need your help. Look at these
and tell me what you think about it.

- They certainly didn't cost a lot.
- Myopic?

The poor guy must be
practically blind!

After these glasses he will be
forced to carry a white stick!

- How are you getting along
with your glasses? - Just fine.

- That's what I told you. But you must
wear them all the time. - Yes, of course.

Wouldn't someone with glasses
like these be lost without them?

Of course,
unless he has another pair!

- Why do you ask?
- Let's go inside.

- I want you to do me a favor.
-Two if you like.

I see. Around 25 years old,
very bad sight, military raincoat.

- Ok, bye, Rolandi.
- Ciao, Bernardi. Now who's next?

"The Optician House", 427752.

- 4, 2...
- How is Mom?

She phoned she comes down next month,
she starts treating again.

Hello, is that "The Optician House"?

Here it is.

- Wait a minute, I dropped my bag.
- You always do something wrong!

You'd better wait there, jerk,
before you do any more damage.

I'll turn the car out.

Better safe than sorry.

I'll go checking out the engine.

We found this passport,
it's half-burnt.

- No, that's not the one. - According to
the identikit I wouldn't think so.

Have it examined and see if they can
reconstruct the letters of the name.

- Not that it matters, it's probably false.
- Yes, certainly, sir.

It's cold as hell!

- The car?
- It had been stolen.

Work of professionals, the bodies
burnt and unrecognizable, the car stolen.

We've got to establish
the kind of explosive they used,

it could be the same
as at the hotel.

We found this, sir.

- Where did you find it?
- Down there,just 50 meters away.

There were probably three of them,
one of them was safe.

- We've got to find out who this case
belongs to. You may go. - Alright.

We have to check something,
let's go.

Do you think there's a connection between
this affair and the massacre at the hotel?

What do you think? Let's go.

- Good evening, Your Excellency.
- Good evening.

The handle of the suitcase
that exploded was almost intact.

If we managed to collect this suitcase
with the one that carried the bomb,

we would have a strong case.

- Where is the evidence from the hotel?
- In the room down there.

Commissioner Rolandi is there now.

What are you doing here?

I was just...

- I was putting this away...
- What are you looking for?

I'm making an investigation. Or rather
I was when the bomb exploded.

- What bomb?
-The bomb at the hotel.

- What department are you in?
- I'm Rolandi...

...Matteo Rolandi of Narcotics.

I was tracking down an Algerian
who was involved in a drug ring.

He was killed in the explosion.
I wanted to check...

- Have you permission to come in here?
- No.

These aren't the evidence from the Algerian,
but those of the hotel porter.

- I must have made a mistake.
- Bring me another envelope. - Yes, sir.

I'll speak to the Chief of Police
about you.

In the meantime I forbid you to set foot in
the archives without official permission.

Your inquiries don't interest me.

And I forbid you to have anything
to do with the explosion at the hotel.

You may go.

- Shall we put these back in the archives?
-Wait a minute.

Let me see them.

Why not? Why not?

Bondi, find out what kind
of glasses the concierge wore.

- Hello.
- I'm the optician in Viale Padova.

- I got the article you wanted.
- Viale Padova, what number? - 37.

I'll come at once, but
do your best to keep him there.

Good morning, sir.

Your eyes are very bad.

Rest your forehead against the bar,
so I can examine the cornea.

Quite still. Just another while...
Don't blink, please.

Just a little longer
and I'll be over.

You've neglected your eyes
a little too long.

Now we'll have an optometric exam.

- One moment, come and sit over here.
- Will it be along time?

- Do you smoke?
- No, doctor.

Lucky you. I can't give up
this nasty habit instead.

Now I want you to try to read
what is written in the circle.

Try these.

Now, without straining to focus,
tell me if you can see the letters clearly.

- No, doctor. I can't.
- Better try some stronger lenses.

No, even those are too weak.

Let's try these.
Are they any better?

"U, O, N, A."
The letters are very clean now.

Get moving, will you?
Can't you see the light's green?

Come on!

- I must get some frames.
- Will it belong before they're ready?

- 3-4 days at least. - So long?
- I realize it's very urgent for you.

- I'll do my best to get them done
at once. - Thank you.

- I'll only be a moment.
- Alright.

The time is 9.30.

Here is the news.

The investigations into the massacre
at the hotel

are going ahead with unusual speed.

The glasses found in the hands
of the hotel porter

are certain to belong to
the one responsible for the massacre.

They are valuable piece of evidence
that will serve in his identification.

News of the arrest
could come at any time.

Why did you switch it off?
Did you call someone?

Tell me who you called!

- Where is he?
- He pushed me on the floor and escaped.

- Which way did he go?
- I couldn't see him.

- No luck?
- No.

I'm sorry, when the radio
mentioned these glasses...

- The radio? - Yes, they talked about
the glasses that could identify him.

Fuck! Somebody has talked.

I'm sorry, I should not have the radio on.
I thought music might distract him.

You know, music is very soothing
to drug addicts, it calms them down.

- Is he a drug addict?
- Oh, yes.

- Excuse me.
- It's easy for us to tell.

I knew from his eyes,
his pupils were dilated.

Then this case is my competence.

I'm sorry to have put at stake.

- I must beg you to speak to no one.
- Don't worry, I'm not a talker.

As soon as he got there he ran like hell
as if he was looking for someone.

Then he entered the optician store
and went out after a few minutes.

- Where is he now?
- At the Procurator General's office.

- Probably for his visit to the archives.
- Continue to keep him under surveillance.

He was a great friend of Balsamo.

He is an old hand,
I'm sure he's investigating the massacre.

- He'll probably get the result ahead
of us. - Colonel...

- Yes?
- We've made contact.

Alright, keep the line open.
I'll come at once.

But while I'm on a drug case if I should
uncover something to do with the explosion?

When I met you at the archives I told
you to keep your hands off this case.

Anyway, you stand accused of
attempting to extract evidence.

I didn't extract anything!

I took the glasses
straight back to the archives.

Why didn't you tell us the glasses were
of the boy who set up the bomb?

- But you knew all alone.
- It was your duty to inform us.

- I had a friend who immediately did
his duty. - What do you mean by that?

He was the best friend of Balsamo.

We all feel sorry at Balsamo's death.

Me most of all.

- What made you inform the press about
the glasses? - I informed the press?

You were the only one
who knew about it.

You're insane if you think
I'd make public that information!

Calm down, Rolandi.

- But I haven't told anyone! - Only you,
Bondi and myself knew about it.

Well, so I am the one
who gave the story away.

Giving those information warned the
suspect that we were closing in on him.

- Ok, I admit it: I didn't want him
to get caught. - Listen, De Marchi.

Tell the commissioner
I won't tolerate his sarcasm.

- Did you get that?
-Yes, I did.

You can go, commissioner.

It runs on gas!

Give me time to think about it.

Alright.

- White wine.
- Right away.

Thank you.

Fucking idiot!

So what?

Ok, I know a boy on drugs
who wears thick glasses.

- Who is he?
- I'm not telling you, I'm not a spy.

It's not about being a spy,
it's about doing him a favor.

Yes, it's a favor
putting someone to jail.

If I don't find him,
they will kill him. Who is he?

I only remember his first name,
he was taking engineering.

- What's his name?
- Franco.

Tell me his address
or who supplies him with dope!

I don't know his address,
but I know his supplier.

Anyway, I don't want
to get involved in this.

You already are. You must
help me to save that boy's life.

- What can he have done? - I'll explain
later, now you have to find him.

This is the handle
to the suitcase that blew up.

- Are the handles the same?
- No, they are similar.

But this suitcase is
different to the one we found.

Too bad.
Store them both together.

It's him.

- It might very well be him.
- I tell you that he is him.

Give it to De Marchi, tell him to show it
at everyone he interrogates,

it could be very useful.

"Altieri Rocco, born in Addis Ababa
on 6 August 1948."

"Resident in Genoa,
engineering student."

"Arrested during the riots
on 6 November 1969"

"for attacking an officer of the law,
16 months on parole."

The usual troublemaker!

"Belongs to
the sporting club La Favilla."

- Wasn't it closed that place?
- Yes.

- How long is it since you've seen him?
- Rocco? One year...

- Maybe two years. - One or two?
We're talking about years, not hours!

- Well, a year.
- Since the club was closed? - Yes.

- Was this boy a friend of yours?
- No.

It was all his fault the club was closed,
he's a bit crazy, fanatical.

We used to go there just for a bit of
exercise and the karate, not politics.

- Mr. De Marchi...
- Yes, what is it?

We've found the house
where he was living.

Via dell'Aquila 20.

Is that the boy?

Yes, that's the one.
Besides there was a girl...

and another boy
whose name was Franco.

- So they were three of them?
- Yes, nice students.

They lived quietly,
had no visitors.

Mr. De Marchi...

Look what I've just found.

- Is that the one called Franco?
- Yes, that's him.

- Franco what? - Ludovisi, at least
that was the name on his letters.

- What was the girl's name?
- I've no idea about her.

- Yes?
- They found out where they lived.

It's an apartment
in Via dell'Aquila 20.

The other bomber's name
is Franco Ludovisi.

Very well, now go back
and check on "Minty".

Try to find out something about Franco
Ludovisi, he lived in Via dell'Aquila 20.

Very good, sir.

Make contact with the electronic archives
and try to get those information.

Ice-creams, beer, orangeade, Coke!

Franco!

- Franco.
- Papaya!

- What's wrong with you?
- They want to kill me.

- What are you saying?
- Come on, I'll explain to you.

- Just one kiss, come on!
- Stop it, pervert.

- Good evening. My key, please.
- You've been moved to the 3rd floor.

- Your new room is number 24.
-Thank you.

I'm safe by a miracle,
I shouldn't get involved with them.

You should leave the country.

- Where can I go?
-To Switzerland.

- But I haven't any dough.
- I'll see to it, my father is rich.

No, I can't accept money from you! Besides,
how can I go away if I can't see properly?

I've got a pain in my eyes.

I can't stand it any longer, I'm going
mad all the time without glasses.

You'll find a new pair,
now try and get some rest.

- Come over here and sit down.
-Thank you, Papaya.

- I'll go and get some money.
- Please, don't leave me alone!

Don't worry, I won't belong.
You really must rest.

- When will you be back?
- A couple of hours.

Yes? What's the street?

Alright. Hotel Trieste, Via Bramante.

Yes, of course.

Here, you know what to do.

Papaya, is that you? Papaya!

My leg... Thank you.

If Ludovisi dies,
you'll be accused of murder.

- I did not throw him out of the window.
- That remains to be seen.

However, that's only one of the charges
against you, you've also withheld evidence.

- You have to answer for aiding and
abetting... - And for attempted suicide!

I attempted to kill myself
by beating myself on the head.

I see that you're still trying
to be funny, Rolandi.

Alright, let's begin with that: which
journalist did you tell about the glasses?

- How many times do I have
to tell you it was not me? - Sit down.

Why should I beat a trap
with every optician in town

to catch him and have him
hear it on the radio?

Sit down!

- Did you know Ludovisi?
- No.

- And yet you knew he took drugs?
- It's my job to know who takes drugs.

Then you knew him.

No, the optician who tested his eyes
told me his pupils were dilated.

- How did you know he was staying
at that hotel? - I followed him.

- How did you remain in contact with him?
- Keeping an eye on one of his pusher.

Couldn't you have arrested him
without shooting him?

Look, he shot at me first
when I came into the room,

I only shot him in the leg
because I intended to stop him.

Then you pushed him out of the window
to make it look like an accident.

No!

Someone hit me on the head
and pushed him out of the window.

- Who? - I don't know.
- Who else knew Ludovisi was there?

- No one.
- Are you sure?

- Why should I have killed him?
- That's what you have to tell us.

Come in.

They've just called from the hospital,
Ludovisi passed away 4 minutes ago...

without recovering consciousness.

Ludovisi is dead, Mr. Minister.

Franco Ludovisi is dead.

He is dead.

Now you can deliver this.

We have to go, the funeral
of the victims is just beginning.

Would you like me
to come with you, sir?

No, you'd better stay here.

- We'll continue the interrogation
when I get back. - Yes, sir.

Have him watched.

Yes, sir.

I'm Mr. Bondi. Send me
two men at once. Thanks.

Would you mind coming
with me, Rolandi?

Go ahead.

- Stay with me.
- Yes, sir.

- Take him to room 318.
-Yes, sir.

- Excuse me...
- There's no need for that.

...are gathered
to watch the ceremony.

The Head of State,
the Prime Minister

and representatives of all
urban authorities are present.

Early this morning the Piazza del Duomo
began to fill with this enormous crowd,

a crowd that is hushed,
shocked by...

one of the worst tragedy that occurred
in our country since the War.

Many wreaths were
sent by the Head of State...

Good morning, Miss Girotti.
Please sit down.

Good morning, Mr. Procurator.

It's obvious, in your case
it was purely an accident.

Unfortunately, not all young people,
after taking the first step,

are sensible to find the courage
to give up repeating this experience.

Your case has not yet been shelved,
but I hope it soon will.

- THE CASE HAS BEEN CLOSED NOW
- Now it seems you truly regret what you did,

you've realized you made a mistake.

- Can I rely on you, Mr. Procurator?
- Of course, you are from a good family.

A cigarette will do you no harm, as long
as you promise you won't do it again.

- DOES MATTEO SUSPECT ME?
- I promise you, Mr. Procurator.

That experience upset me so much,

I wouldn't repeat it
for anything in the world.

I was so scared, I don't want to ruin
my life for such a silly thing.

NO. DO YOU HAVE THE KEY?

Don't worry, miss,
everything will be fine.

That's very kind of you.

Thank you.

Here is the stand where
the authorities are assembled.

They include Chief of Police
De Marchi...

and the Procurator General Di Federico
in charge of the investigations.

Ambassadors are also present
representing the countries...

from which the various victims came.

After the blessing of the victims
they would be flown...

to their countries of origin.

The crowd follows
the procession in silence.

- Go that way.
- Ok.

The atmosphere is tense,

but the suffering overwhelms the anger
for such a cruel, useless massacre.

The coffins have now reached
the main entrance of the cathedral.

This gray rainy day seems to
underline the sadness of the whole city.

- Where's she gone?
- You can't leave! You must stay here!

Come!

Stop him!

He went down there!

Papaya!

- Let me go! - You are one of them!
And Bondi too! Tell me everything!

- Let me go!
- For God's sake!

You stay here, the rest of you
come with me.

Come on, you go that way.
I'm going to follow them.

Go out of the way!

Stop!

Everybody get down!

Out of the way!

You too, stay in there!

- Francesca!
- Mom!

- Let her go!
- Go away or I'll kill her!

- Drop your gun, quick!
- Francesca!

- Mom! - Please, do something!
- You too, go away!

Mom!

- Mom!
- My little girl!

- Help! Do something!
- Mom!

- Quick, go to your mother!
-Yes! - Francesca!

Stop where you are!
I want you alive, drop your gun!

Stop!

I told you to keep still!

Have them go home!

Come on, little one.
Everything's alright.

- Give up these tricks, Bondi.
- What tricks?

I don't think
they're listening anymore.

Anyway, I don't think this is sufficient
for not leaking news.

- What are you trying to say?
- Someone ratted out and you know that.

Ludovisi's death closes this case.

I'll be forced to close it
if I can't find the killer.

And you will not find him.
You're a very smart schemer.

- Don't make the mistake I did.
-What mistake?

I took on the investigation
because I only trusted myself and you.

We were too many just the same.

I can't understand why
you're telling me these things.

Sit down.

VICE-PROCURATOR GENERAL

PROCURATOR GENERAL

Here he comes! Your Excellency!

Are you going to see
the Minister of Justice?

- Are you going to be transferred?
- ls it true that you resigned?

Who will take on the investigations
into the Parco dei Principi Hotel?

- Is it true you're in conflict with
the Secret Service? - Please! Please!

I'm no longer involved in the case,
ask any questions of Mr. Bondi.

- Your Excellency.
- What are you doing here?

I'm here to pick up my gun.

You didn't tell me the whole truth
about this affair.

The girl too was implicated
in the massacre, wasn't she?

Without proofs...
we have our hands tied.

Good luck, commissioner.

Goodbye, Your Excellency.

JUSTICE

THE BODY OF PROCURATOR BONDI
WAS FOUND RIDDLED WITH BULLETS

8 DAYS LATER
IN A DITCH NEAR LUGANO.

THE FIRST TO ARRIVE ON THE SPOT
WAS COMMISSIONER MATTEO ROLANDI.