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Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Investigations, questioning,
searches and checks

make up the work
of the investigators

and the police working on the inquiry
into Aldo Moro's kidnapping

and the murder
of his five bodyguards.

Information from witnesses
appears to consolidate

the evidence against three or four
of the seven people involved.

According to witnesses,

one of the people involved
in the deadly ambush was a woman.

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THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRLS IN MILAN

MILAN, 1978

What time is it?

Christ, it's late!

As if that was a problem.

Okay, but I've been
damn lucky tonight.

I deserved it, it's only right.

-How much did you win?
-Around one million, eight.

-Damn lucky.
-Yes, but it's small change.

I'll take you to a decent
gambling den next time.

I don't go to those places, Daytona,
they're full of shady characters.

Shady characters…
just the place for us.

Anyway, you know
how we should round off

this fortunate evening
with a flourish?

-No, how?
-A hot chick, or mineral water.

That one over there.

She's a hot chick
with a lot of appeal.

How much is she worth?

A leg, if she were willing.

-Two, and she will be.
-Two! Fuck, two legs!

-150 for her, 50 for me.
-You're such a shit!

Why? It's six in the morning,

you're ugly, old, drunk
and she's a decent girl.

And don't be tight, you've just
won 1,800,000 lire.

-Do you want to go with her or not?
-First of all, I'm not ugly.

But go on, I want to see
what you're capable of, go on.

-Time me.
-I'll time you.

Excuse me, miss,
do you have a light?

-Thanks.
-You're welcome.

Tell me something…
Can we use first names?

-I'd prefer to.
-What is your name?

-Carla.
-Do you work here?

I'm a cleaner.

If you call that work,
then yes, I work here.

How much do they pay you
in this shithole?

180.

Would you like to earn 150 in…

two hours, if that?

With whom?

He has a beautiful watch.

Your friend might have a beautiful
watch, but from here

he's hardly Paul Newman.

If he were Paul Newman,
I wouldn't be talking to you.

You know what?

I'd go with you for free.

-Leave me out of it.
-Why?

Don't you fancy me
or don't you fancy women?

I'm a go-between, Carla,
I'm working. What do you say?

Okay.

The car's over there.

How long?

How long did it take me?

Not long.

Fuck!

Give the rest to her
before she changes her mind.

And clean yourself up,
she's a decent girl.

-Where did I park my car?
-Over there, hurry!

Go on!

-Hi, Bravo.
-Guys!

Be gentle, she's new.

-The girls left this for you.
-Bye, Bravo!

Good night.

You disappeared. Coffee?

-Listen, have you seen Laura?
-No, that's for sure.

Take that look off your face,
you can't refuse a coffee in company.

What do you know about
the look on my face?

I just know, I can tell.

You can? Turn the music off, I've
a headache. I'll wait in there.

Ungrateful bastard!
I'll make a crap one to teach you!

-Blah-blah-blah.
-Did you hear me?

Yes, I wish
you'd become dumb too.

-Good night.
-Night.

Let's start with an easy one
as you haven't slept.

-I'll help you out. Okay?
-Shoot!

Fruitless day, two plus three
equals five. Go on!

Divan.

-Divan.
-Yeah.

That was too easy, you offend me.

Et voila, Carmencita!
Help yourself.

Listen, I hear on Sunday,
at Michele's Bar, near the church,

someone won 490 million lire
on the football pools,

and I bet you know who it is.

-I've a few clues.
-Clues! You know I like riddles.

It's a guy who's done the pools
at that bar all his life.

Two days later he had the brilliant
idea of driving up… You know how?

-No.
-In a brand new 128 Sport.

-No!
-Know what color he chose?

-Blue.
-No! Red.

-Red!
-Red.

What an asshole.

You see, Bravo, when something
happens to change your life,

it's very hard to hide it.

Good night, I'm going
to get some sleep.

-It could be a good opportunity, eh?
-What for?

To do what you had in mind to do.

-You're a man of your word.
-Meaning?

-Your coffee really sucks!
-Fuck you!

Good night!

Communication 2
from the Red Brigades

announced the interrogation
of Aldo Moro had begun.

He is to be judged
by a people's tribunal.

This is the statement of the Italian
President, Giovanni Leone.

Aldo Moro's kidnapping and the
brutal murder of his police escort

is a devastating event.

Even in the grips of anguish
and dismay,

the country must keep its calm,
particularly at this dramatic moment.

The state must respond…

-Operator, how many I help you?
-Code 1-1-8-2.

-6-7-8-5-9: no name.
-Thank you.

-Hello?
-I was told to call this number.

-Yes, you must be Bravo.
-So they say.

A mutual friend assured me
of your discretion

-and the quality of your goods.
-What can I do for you?

I'd like to meet
one of your collaborators.

Have you any preference?

They spoke very highly
of a girl called Laura.

As an incentive, I can tell you
money is no issue.

Excellent! Where and when?

I'm at the Hotel Gallia, Room 605.

-Tomorrow at one.
-Perfect. Tomorrow then.

Come on, Laura, pick up.

Tulipano, I'd take a look
at my brakes if I were you…

I want you to leave her alone.
Have you got that?

Where the fuck are you going?

Where the fuck are
you running off to, you shit?

Where are you going?

You have to be "bravo".

Because if you're "good"…

that means I'll be good too.

I'd go with you for free.

-Hello?
-Laura, it's me.

I'm in deep shit,
I went with Tulipano.

-What happened?
-He's a madman.

He wants me to wait home for him
and do what he says.

When I refused, he hit me.

-Did he leave a bruise?
-No, but it fucking hurt!

I can imagine. Listen I have a job
for you, do you feel up to it?

No, he'd best not see me out
or he'll kill me.

Believe me, he's crazy.
You should have seen his eyes.

I've seen them. Don't worry,
I've got everything under control.

I'll see you tonight
at the Ascot, as usual.

…the last match of the season.

While they have still
haven't identified the winner

of the football pools
who took away 490 million lire,

people in the neighbourhood
are making all kinds of guesses.

-Hello?
-Hey, did I wake you?

No.

Listen, I need to call in
that favour you owe me.

-Fuck! Today?
-Yes, today.

I'm here. Well?

You said you run errands for
Tano Casale now and then, right?

-Yes, why?
-I need to talk to him.

It takes more than a phone call
to organize something like that.

-Do you have enough phone tokens?
-Yeah, yeah.

Slippery stables floor.
5, 6, 5. Go!

How do you find me
in the middle of all this din?

I'm blind, not dead.

I'm playing at Byblos on Saturday,
see you there?

-Yeah, see you there.
-Are you okay?

Wow, what happened to your face?

-Nice to meet you. Giorgio.
-I'm Bravo.

Ah "bravo"!
That's modest of you!

Forgive me, I'm on now.

-I'll see you later, eh?
-Yes, of course.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,
let's have a round of applause!

-What happened to you?
-Nothing, don't worry.

Listen, I'll do something for you
and you do something for me.

-Are you listening?
-Yes.

I'm meeting someone to solve
this matter with Tulipano.

But you have an appointment tonight
at Hotel Gallia, Room 605, at one,

with a very elegant
and polite gentleman,

who, if he likes you,
will pay you a million lire.

-Tell me you've got that.
-Yes, I've got it.

This evening, Hotel Gallia,
Room 205.

-605.
-605, at one o'clock.

-You have to be sensational.
-I always am.

Screw the jester whenever you want,
but from tomorrow.

You look beautiful.

Wouldn't you like to be there without
your wife busting your balls?

I say that with all due respect!

"Where the donkey falls."

-Tano's expecting us.
-Join me in five minutes.

Good evening, Bravo.

What can I do for our mutual friend?

-I need three girls.
-When?

The day after tomorrow,
at midday.

They'll be picked up
like last time.

They'll have to stay all night
and be totally at our disposal.

I reckon three million a head
will do it.

Absolutely.

I need Cindy, Barbara and Laura.

Your boss won't be disappointed.

Who was that?

He works for a guy
who had best remain nameless.

Let's go.

Let's go.

People are increasingly curious as
to the identity of the lucky person

who guessed all 13 results of
the last football league gameday.

Have you ever thought what
you might do with such a sum?

About how your life would change
if you won…

490 million lire?
They'll never catch him now.

He's right to evade them,
he's right to.

What would you do
with 490 million?

The truth?

I'd get as far away
from here as possible.

Talking about money,
you know that girl,

that cute chick we picked up
outside the Ascot?

-We?
-Yes, we!

She had a fantastic figure,
amazing tits…

all those hands… an arse
that spoke to you… Jeez!

I won't be offended
if you want a ride too, you know.

She told me if I want to see her
again, I'd have to pay her more.

This absence of romanticism
really makes me puke.

Listen… look…

I'll give you her number.

Call her, call her,
take this dickhead's advice.

Hi, Tano.

Blondie.

This is Bravo. The guy I told you
about over the phone.

Nice to meet you, I'm Bravo.

-That's a fucking silly name.
-It's a label more than a name.

Good answer! Bravo!

I've heard good things about you.

I've heard you've got
your own little racket,

that you know how to move, and most
of all, you know when to stop.

Have a seat.

Daytona tells me you've something
to ask me, a deal, I think.

-It's more of an exchange.
-I'm listening.

Daytona, take a walk. Get some chips,
they're on the house tonight.

I'll go then, eh?

Right.

Are they staying here?

Let's say they are part
of the furnishings.

All right.

Well, I imagine with
all this money coming in,

the hardest thing is knowing
what to do with it.

You always know
what to do with money.

That's sacrosanct!
But why not make your life easier?

I'll cut it short: I know the guy who
won 490 million on the football pools

and he'd happily sell the coupon
for ten million more.

-I don't earn a cent.
-Carry on.

Well, without wishing to offend you,
I think it's rather simple.

I mean you could cash in
a considerable sum

and you can spend it
in the light of day.

Just one thing puzzles me.
You said you won't get a cent.

-What do you fucking get out of it?
-Just peace of mind in my job.

I'm not with you.

I have a problem with one of my girls
and one of your men.

Fucking pimp! What the fuck
are you saying?

Salvatore, leave him alone.
Leave him alone.

Please, sit down.

Even if I think there's no need
to name anyone now,

I'm talking about Laura,
and this brute here

thinks she's his slave,
but that's not…

Laura's a whore and you make
money from her pussy.

True, but she's free to go
with who she wants

and she's the one who decides.

-I'll have your hands cut off.
-Do it yourself!

-That's enough!
-"I'll have…"

-Enough, both of you!
-Forgive me.

Tulipano, check everything's
okay out there.

Is this girl worth
all this money to you?

Yes.

Okay. I'll give you
my word of honor that

neither Tulipano
nor any other of my men…

will bother your girl.

Thank you.

But give me a couple of days
to get the money together,

then I'll have someone
who will shadow you

-until the deal is concluded.
-I see.

-This is the number of my pager.
-There's no need.

If I need you, I'll look for you.

And I'll find you.

Listen, Bravo, do you mind
if I stay and play some more?

This place is real cool,
and I feel it's my lucky night.

Don't worry, I'll get a taxi.

-Is this free?
-Thanks, Bravo.

Don't gamble your car,
I won't pick you up.

You're a friend.

To the Ascot.

-It's here, thanks. Keep the change.
-Thank you.

Well done, Laura.

Hey, pimp!
What do you reckon then?

Do I have the guts
to sort out shits like you?

Come here.

Can you see that car?

Start walking.

I have a deal with your boss
now this prank will ruin it.

No! It won't ruin
a fucking thing!

Give me the name and address
of the guy who won the pools,

I take the coupon, take it to Tano
and it's all sorted.

There's a shovel in here,
take it out.

You know what I want you
to do with it.

There, come on, start digging.

Go on!

Will you give me name
and address now or will--

You do know this makes no sense?

If you kill me anyway,
I'll give you any name.

That's because you are smart
and I'm stupid!

-Go on, give me the wrong name.
-Yes, I will.

Of course…

What's the name of that blind
musician friend of yours?

Lucio! I'll gouge his eyes out
with a spoon.

I'll put that Laura whore
face down in the mud

and let eight gypsies rape her!

And I'll make that dickhead Daytona
snort rat poison!

Are you going to give me
that fucking name?

Hi! I've been waiting for you,
I've just finished working.

-What happened to you?
-Nothing, I fell down the stairs.

-Can I help?
-No. What do you want?

Listen, I want to come
and work for you.

I'm fed-up of
the shitty life I lead,

breaking my back,
and having to screw my boss

just to keep my job, or with
the landlord to pay the rent.

I'm fed-up, damn it!

I want to work with you
and earn a ton of money, okay?

Can you drive?

Drive me home.

I'm sorry.

About what?

Fuck, for undressing you,
I wasn't to know…

Do you want coffee?

Do you want to talk about it?

No.

I don't even know your name,
you know.

-My name's Bravo.
-That's a strange name.

But everyone calls me that.

Are you still convinced about
what you said this morning?

Yes.

You can always change your mind

but there's a risk of creating
unpleasant memories.

Then why do you do what you do?

Quite simply, for money.

What's that?

Has it got something to do
with the money you need?

Who told you I need money?

No one.

It's just that
I don't understand why…

you don't look like a guy
from the suburbs.

-I don't?
-No.

You have a polite,
almost elegant manner.

You have a nice house,
books on the shelves.

That is… you don't seem
to be what you are.

Whereas I am exactly
what I seem.

-Sugar?
-No, thanks.

Right, so this is how it works.

The men who contact me are scared
and don't have much time.

I'm the one who stops them being
scared and I offer them time.

Easy.

Can I have a shower?

Sure, the bathroom's down there.

Code 1-1-8-2.

Good morning.
Please call Hotel Gallia on 54398.

-No name provided.
-Thank you.

-Hello?
-This is Bravo.

-I thought you were reliable.
-Can you tell me what happened?

I can tell you what didn't happen.
She didn't show up.

-I apologise on her behalf.
-Fine, but I'm done with you.

I see.

Bravo, it's Laura.
Call me, please.

Like fuck I'll call you,
you bitch!

Will you swear at me too
when I leave a message?

-Sorry, but you have to go now.
-What do you have to do?

I'm busy, we'll talk later.

Let's talk now, right?

I don't think being a whore
is an easy decision.

I'm just saying that…

you won't get rid of me
that easily.

It's that any future
is better than this present.

-Have you heard of Byblos?
-Yes, why?

A friend of mine
is playing there tonight.

Go to the hairdresser's, buy a new
dress. I'll see you there at 9:00 p.m.

At 9:00 p.m.

-Hello.
-Hello.

-Tell me.
-Bravo, I need to see you.

-I can't, I'm busy.
-What are you talking about?

You made me look bad!

Please…

I'll see you in an hour
at the usual place.

-Morning, Rino. Your brother?
-Cheerful, eh?

Maestro, I need one
of your masterpieces.

FOOTBALL POOLS

As soon as possible.

Can that be done?

It can be done.

Where are these fucking tickets?

If you've lost them,
I'm not paying for them.

-I wouldn't lose the tickets.
-Of course not.

Let's try and
retrace my movements.

-You called me at…
-Two o'clock, half-past.

And I came downstairs…
downstairs.

I said hi to
the lady greengrocer's pears,

then I got in my car
and drove to Niguarda.

Why did you go to Niguarda?

Because my cousin, that asshole

of my cousin has opened
a travel agency in Niguarda.

But who goes on holiday
from Niguarda?

Okay… then what did I do…

I went inside, I went inside…

-I got him to give me a discount…
-Thanks.

I took the tickets
and went to the bar.

-No!
-Yes.

But why?

Because, because…
to buy a couple of beers,

to share…
and then I said to myself I'll put…

I'll put the two beers near the
tickets so it's easier to find them.

So, here are the tickets and here…
here they are.

Put them in a drawer next time,
they'll be easier to find.

Tell me something…
why, why two tickets?

Eh? First class, and who with?

You're turning into a busybody
in your old age.

You're turning into a busybody.

Thanks.
See you at Byblos tonight.

-Bravo!
-Yeah?

Be careful, Bravo.

Of what?

Of Tano…

Did you see what…

happened to Tulipano?

I saw. Are you okay?

Did you see the 1:00 pm news?

-Should I have?
-Yes, you should have.

Tulipano was found dead,
near a quarry.

He was shot.
Do you know anything about it?

-Do you think I shot him?
-What am I supposed to think?

You said you'd see to him and today
he was found dead. Strange, eh?

Are you crazy?
I told you I had an agreement

with someone important enough
to stop him bothering you.

Am I the type to shoot people?

No, no.

Good.

-But put yourself in my shoes.
-Okay, I'll do that.

You saw the one o'clock news,

you told me you'd go
to the hotel last night,

so I don't see what it's got
to do with Tulipano.

Bravo, I'm 26 and I'm a whore.

-Stop that!
-No, I won't stop it.

Call it whatever you want
but it doesn't change anything.

I am and always will be a whore.

And as time goes by,
I'll just be an old whore.

All right, please yourself.

You're not angry with me?

You try and be happy
with the cabaret artist,

because this is about him, right?

Are you waiting for someone?

-Have you seen Daytona?
-No.

I'm even later than you, but I told
Cindy and Barbara to join us.

I wanted to introduce them.

-Do they work for you?
-They work with me.

They've an important party tomorrow,
so I thought

if you haven't changed your mind,
you can join them.

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow, yes.

I know it's not polite to mention
money, but you'll make two million.

Fuck!

They're important people.

You've probably seen
many of them on TV,

but treat them
as perfect strangers.

-Hi, Bravo.
-Here they are.

-Have a seat, ladies.
-Hi.

-Cindy, Barbara, Carla.
-Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Is Laura not coming?

Laura's not here tonight,
but Carla is

and it appears
she'll be working with us.

-What can I bring you?
-They can have what they want

but bring me a bottle of champagne
and a rare steak.

Forgive me,
I need to nip out a minute.

I paid you last week.

That's not why I'm here.

-We have to do something together.
-What?

You know what. I just know
I have to escort a bag

and make sure an envelope
reaches its destination.

No.
Bravo, don't pull that face.

And don't try preaching to me,

you're the last person in the world
who can do that.

-We all do what we want.
-That's right.

That's right.

Just make sure you're in Via Tonale
at midday tomorrow,

behind the station,
I'll hand you the bag,

you give me the envelope.

-I have to go, I have guests.
-Bravo?

Do you know anything about a guy
called Salvatore Menna, Tulipano?

I heard about him on the news.

I know that recently you
and he had… some disagreements.

-You know a lot of things recently.
-It's my job.

A cop would know the guy
was a retarded psychopath,

who's had "disagreements"
with half of Milan.

But I'm fond of you,

so I advise you to have
an airtight alibi for last night.

He has one.

We were together last night,
all night.

And you, miss, are… willing
to swear that before a judge?

Of course I'm willing.

In that case
Bravo would have no problems,

after all, only stupid and innocent
people have no alibi, right?

Thanks to you I've realised
three things today.

The first is that
I can look pretty.

The second is, in one way or another,
I can choose how my life will be.

And the third one?

The third one… if you don't mind,
I'll keep that to myself for now.

I like how he plays.

Can we say hello to the artist?

Oh sorry, I didn't mean to.

No, don't worry.
It's nice of you to come.

-You're not on your own?
-No.

This is Carla, she wanted
to meet you. Carla, Lucio.

-Did you enjoy the concert?
-You were fantastic!

Hello, Lucio.

You smell really nice!

-Thank you.
-Coffee?

-Would you take no for an answer?
-Of course not.

Have a seat.

Here, Bravo, this is for you,
freshly made.

-Coffee for you?
-No sugar, thanks.

Is that you?

Is that you? You made a record
and didn't tell me?

-Yes.
-The Alphacentauri?

-Yes, we were really good.
-Really?

-Strange I never told you.
-Did you last long?

-The group, I mean.
-No, we only made that one record.

The band had other plans
after that…

-And you?
-I…

I carried on as a soloist,
but without the determination.

I was already totally blind
when we made that record.

But let's not get melancholy, eh?

What's your job, Carla?

Well, until yesterday
I worked for a cleaning firm.

Let's just say
I'm seeing what's going now.

You, a cleaner?
With that scent?

-Yes, yes.
-I don't believe it!

-It's true.
-It's not true!

-It is true!
-It's not true, Bravo!

It was true.

Can I touch your face?

Of course.

My God, you're beautiful.

Well? How do I look?

You're beautiful.

-Listen, if you're not up to it…
-Bravo…

whatever happens…

thanks.

I prefer him not to see me.

Tano says you have
full responsibility this time.

-Are you jealous?
-With all the burdens it entails?

-What must I do?
-Don't worry, you'll be fine.

Take this envelope, hand it to me
so the car behind sees you.

Go on.

You're always in my prayers,
my sweetheart.

Go on!

Well?

The guy shit his pants
and sent his wife instead.

-Lion-hearted, uh?
-Yeah. Here.

You can give that to Tano.

Come in, have a seat.

Want something to eat?

No, thanks.

Hey, Goldilocks,
go and take a walk.

-Have you got something for me?
-Yes.

Here.

Five hundred million lire.

That's a lot of money.

You can start afresh in any part
of the world with all this money.

But you're sitting here
in front of me.

And that means only two things:

either you are a respectable person
with nothing to fear,

or you are,

for some reason,
you're not afraid to die.

I am afraid of dying
if that helps.

What can you tell me
about Tulipano's death?

Me, nothing. You?

If I am asking you,
then obviously…

-You need to do me a favour now.
-Of course.

I'll go and cash in the coupon and
you do me the favour of staying here.

Okay?

-What? Sorry?
-Are you deaf?

I'll go and cash in the coupon
while you wait here.

Okay, all right.

Yes, that's understandable.
Though it's not what I'd do.

Ah… why, what would…

-What would you do?
-I wouldn't cash the coupon in.

-Meaning?
-I'd…

I'd deposit it in a bank account

as security for a loan
of the same amount,

then, with the help of a bank manager
willing to turn a blind eye,

I would pay the debt off with
the takings from the gambling den

and bank double the amount.

Let's say a billion lire operation,
right, accountant?

A billion lire.

If you're interested,
I have the right people.

Do you think I'm an asshole?

Who the fuck do you take me for?
Who the fuck, eh?

-Why didn't you tell me before?
-I'm a businessman, Tano.

If the starters are on the house,
we have to agree on the first course.

You still don't trust me.

It's not a matter of trust,

it's a matter that
if you try to cheat me,

I'll kill you and everyone
you ever came into contact with.

I want ten percent.

Good… that's more like it.

Did you shit yourself?

That goes in your favour.

-Good.
-Perfect.

Wait!

I'll give you 24 hours,
not a minute more.

Then I'll come looking for you.

Confirmation has come in that the
Christian Democrat Senator, Bonifaci,

was one of the victims of
the massacre in the villa in Lesmo.

We have a statement
from Senator Sangiorgi,

a party colleague of the victim.

We are in constant contact
with the Public Prosecutor

who is following the investigation.

We still don't know the names
of the other victims,

that include three young women,

but it would appear that none
of the people present in the villa

survived the attack.

Bravo, listen, it's a fucking mess,
call me back.

-No.
-They're on their way.

-Tell Tano it's too soon.
-It's not fucking Tano!

The patrol cars are coming
with a warrant!

Here they are!

If you wish to call a lawyer,
you are free to do so.

-Good morning, you beat us to it.
-I was nearby, inspector.

You have the right to have a lawyer
present during the search.

You can make a phone call.

No, it's all right… it's fine.

Come in.

-Have you any weapons or drugs?
-No.

-Do you have a safe?
-No.

Be careful,
it's all valuable stuff.

You know what you have to omit
from the statement, right?

Fuck you.

What did you do to your head?

I fell in the shower
a couple of days ago.

Will you take his statement?

Sit down, Bravo.

Can you confirm this? Your name
is Francesco Marcona, aka Bravo?

Yes.

I see you were under investigation
for procuring prostitutes.

Then you'll see it
all came to nothing,

that I was cleared,
it never got to court.

Be very careful…

Do you know Cindy Jameson,
Barbara Marrano and Laura Torchio?

Yes.

Do you know they were at a party last
night at Senator Bonifaci's villa

in Lesmo, near Monza?

Can you repeat their names, please?

Cindy Jameson, Barbara Marrano,
Laura Torchio.

I knew they'd been invited
to a party, that's all.

And do you know
all three were killed?

Yes, I was watching the news
before you arrived.

Please be careful,
that's very valuable stuff!

-Fuck, I told you to be careful!
-Hey, calm down!

-But…
-Take it easy.

-They're destroying my home.
-They're doing their job!

-No, they're not!
-Come here.

Can you move away from there?
That's valuable stuff!

Come away, come away!
Sit down, please.

Come here, Milla.

Did you know Senator Bonifaci?

No, I didn't,
but I know who he is.

Did you know a man
called Salvatore Menno,

a criminal also known
as Tulipano?

Yes.

Milla, you carry on.

On what occasion did you
meet Tulipano?

I met him at a club,
the Ascot Club.

I often hang out there,
and a few weeks ago

we had an argument about him…

paying too much attention
to one of my…

-One of my female friends.
-A friend.

Does this friend have a name?

Laura.

And does she have a surname?

Torchio.

You see, Bravo, the problem is
the people you hang about with…

have a nasty habit
of getting killed.

The strange thing is that the gun
used to killed Tulipano

was one of the guns used in
the murders at Bonifaci's home.

Have you any idea
how that could have happened?

Why would I, forgive me?

I don't know, who would?

I don't know, maybe you
who's a cop.

-Don't be witty.
-I'm not.

-This is serious.
-I have no idea then.

Bravo!

Where were you last night,
and this morning?

At home.

Can I get you a coffee
or something?

Unless I'm under arrest,
then let's get this over with.

No, you're not under arrest.

Because even an idiot
in his first year at law school

would get you out in an hour
with the evidence we have.

But do you mind
if we do the paraffin test first,

to rule out the presence
of gunpowder?

Okay. I've never touched
a gun in my life.

You take care of it, Milla.

We've finished.

Let's get this fucking nonsense
out of the way and let's go.

Have a seat.

Which hand do you write with?

We'll wait for it to react.

Milla, it's positive.

-What the fuck have you done?
-It's positive?

-You fired it.
-I've never shot anyone.

I've never touched anyone.
You're trying to frame me!

I'll kick your ass, it'll take me
a second to ruin you.

-Be quiet!
-I won't!

Why don't you ask him
where he was last night?

-Tell him about the bribes.
-I said be quiet!

Shut your fucking mouth
or I'll shoot you through the head.

Milla, what are you doing?

Why the fuck are you
aiming it at me?

Aim it at him!

Tell me why you had
gunpowder on your hands.

I haven't the slightest idea,
damn it!

Where do you fit in
with the murders at the villa?

I don't! I'd known them
ten years, Stefano.

Do you think I'd send my girls
to be killed like that?

Have you had contact
with the Red Brigades?

Tell me the truth,
tell me the fucking truth!

What the fuck are you saying?

What am I saying?

I'm saying that this looks like
a fucking escape plan.

And I'd have slept all night at home
before making my escape?

As you said, only stupid
and innocent people have no alibi.

Do you think I'm stupid?

If I seem stupid, then shoot me.
Don't send me to jail, shoot me.

Now.

Now!

Fuck!

I'll give you one minute.

I'll give you one minute
before I sound the alarm.

-Okay.
-Hit me, you asshole.

Hit me as hard as you can.

Come on, when will you get another
chance like this? Hit me!

Fuck!

Hurry up, you asshole!

Go on!

Thanks.

-Hello?
-Daytona?

Daytona?

To the Ascot Club.

…wondering if there's a connection
between Moro's kidnapping

and this new brutal crime.

-Is there some problem?
-Investigators have not confirmed it

but they've not denied it either.

If it is proved that behind the
shooting at Senator Bonifaci's villa

once again the Red Brigades
are involved,

we will have to acknowledge
that this organization

really has decided to declare war
on our democracy…

RED BRIGADES

…proving that they have
the ability and resources

to carry out multiple
operations in Italy.

With what our country
is going through right now…

Good evening, ladies,
may I ask you something?

-You work in this building, right?
-Yes. Can we help?

I am looking for
a colleague of yours,

she might not have come
to work today, but…

I need her number and address.
Carla.

No, there's no Carla working here.

Don't worry, she's a friend of mine,
she has brown hair

and hazel eyes, you were here
when I was talking to her.

-Yes, I remember you.
-Good.

And the girl, but we she was on
the street, she didn't leave with us.

We even thought the girl
might be one of those.

Know how we should round off this
fortunate evening with a flourish?

A hot chick or mineral water.

That one over there.

I'll give you her number. Call her,
take this dickhead's advice.

With whom?

Daytona?

Daytona?

Dickhead, what have you done?

Who did this to you?

-Who did it?
-Wi… white.

I can't hear you, Daytona.

The man involved in the shooting
in Monza now has a name and face.

We're talking about a man
in the Milan area

known in the world of organized
crime by his nickname, Bravo.

A witness spotted a vehicle
close to the villa,

of the same make and model
as the suspect's.

Investigators are still unable
to rule out

that the shooting is connected
to Aldo Moro's kidnapping.

I am personally following
the inquiry

and I can assure you
that we will do all we can

to ensure the people responsible
are brought to justice.

Yes, I bet!

-Good evening.
-'Evening.

-I need a room.
-That's 14,000 lire per hour.

It must be difficult to retain integrity
in such a dramatic moment.

I don't wish to comment
on these matters right now.

You have just listened to a statement by
Senator Bonifacio's party colleague,

Senator Amedeo Sangiorgi,
whose words let us conclude that

the political motive can be excluded,
even though the cruelty of the attack…

CROSSWORDS

CHAOS -CHANCE

Just think… think, think…

You're not angry with me?

-Is Laura not coming?
-No, Laura's not here,

but Carla is, and it appears
she'll be working with us.

A witness confirmed
they spotted a vehicle

close to the villa, of the same make
and model as the suspect's.

-Who did this?
-With… white.

White… With… with,
white…

EYES

With white eyes.

I was already totally blind
when we made that record.

Are you mad? What are you doing here?
The police are looking for you!

I know, but no one saw me.
I need to talk to you.

Come in, you're always
getting me into trouble.

What do you want?

I need you to help me
solve a riddle.

What?

You'll risk us both going to prison
for some fucking nonsense?

-Yes.
-Yes.

It's the hardest
you've ever put to me,

and I haven't been able
to solve it.

I'm not with you, Bravo.

How long have you been
with the Red Brigades?

Are you crazy?
Me, with the Red Brigades?

Me, with the Red Brigades?
Yeah, sure.

-How can I, in this state?
-The album cover of your LP.

You said you were
already totally blind.

You have red eyes in that photo,

red eyes in a photo
means they're fine.

Hey, Bravo!
You finally worked it out.

-So it would seem.
-How did you do it?

Scattered evidence.

It was a brilliant idea
to swop the car.

But you forgot one detail,

it didn't stink of smoke
and I always smoke in the car.

Then what?

I called in to see Daytona
before he died.

He was our friend.

He was a pawn.

-It's hard to resist, isn't it?
-What?

Squeezing the trigger
before someone you hate.

Life is like the ladder
in a hen coop: 5, 4, 4. Go!

-Short and full of shit.
-Yeah, well done.

-Why me?
-No, not you.

Your whores. It was the only way
to get inside the villa.

Why are you wasting time
on this pimp?

-You're the comedian?
-Yeah.

You were funny,
you could have been a success.

But I am!
Don't you find me funny?

Laura thought she could be
happy with you.

I had to spew out a load of crap
to persuade her to come to the villa.

But a whore like her
deserved to have some fun.

I was wrong,
you're a fucking hopeless comedian,

carry on with what you're doing.

Listen, why don't we kill
this jerk right now?

Because the police
must find him alive.

With all the evidence we put together.

Can I touch your face?

How did you catch this shitface?

Let's say Bravo
was honoring his nickname.

Except he handed himself over to me
instead of the police.

You disgust me, Bravo.

I wanted to tell you
right from the beginning.

I'd go with you for free.

Here, you drive.

Can I help you?

The strange thing is that the gun
used to kill Tulipano,

was one of the guns used in
the murders at Bonifaci's house.

Whatever happens… thanks.

You see, my friend,
you'll never understand this.

Believing in something takes priority
not only over other people's lives,

but over your own too.

That means Carla,
to reach her aim,

had to make compromises that
disgusted her, like screwing you.

We have to go, guys.

I've just given the police
an anonymous tip-off.

Great idea to use the Red Brigades
as a cover for your trafficking.

You used them like whores.

Wake up, comrades!
He's using you like whores.

With this mess with Moro, the Red
Brigades don't care about Bonifaci!

If I were you, I'd grab
everything and run for it.

How much did they pay you
for this commissioned job?

Come on, I like talking money
and now I'm dying. How much?

You're right, this started out
about the money,

but what we found in the villa
changed all our plans.

As you can see, Bravo,
money's more important than ideals.

Nearly always.

We have to get out of here.
Stand up, hurry!

Run! Quick!

We need a refuge until the cops
work out what happened.

The money, gun, Lucio
are all details that could prove

you were framed.

Then why are we running away?

Because we can't trust the police!

There are too many cops
on the organizer's pay-book.

The documents are our only hope.

Why are you helping me?

Watch out!

-The documents, wait!
-Let's go.

No, no!
We can't leave them here!

Hold it!

Get out of the car!
Get out!

All right, all right.

-Quick!
-All right.

I know a safe place.

It's so nice to see you.

-How are you?
-No, how are you?

I'm wealthy and in good health.
I can't say the same for you.

I'm Carla.

Nice to meet you… Luciana.

When we collected the documents
from the villa,

I should have stopped
the Red Brigades

using them as a weapon
by making them public.

One in particular was…

of great interest to the person
who asked us for help.

Do you know who he is?

No.

They never named him
and I never got to meet him myself.

All I know is…

they'll find me and I'll be dead
before I realise it.

I'm sorry, Bravo.

I'm sorry about all this.

Carla's my real name.

And I work for SISDE,

the Intelligence and Democratic
Security Service.

Nicola.

In my last year of Law
I fell in love with the wrong girl.

A girl Turi Martesano's nephew
had set his eyes on.

He was best avoided back then
in Sicily.

I should have just left it,

but I was too spoilt and arrogant
to have any common sense.

So I carried on seeing her and…

one evening three men came for me
and took me…

they took me to a basement.

One of them kept saying
I had to be "bravo".

I thought a bit of irony
has never done any harm.

I changed city, identity,
life, everything.

What about the girl?

The girl wasn't as lucky,
she was… raped and killed.

The father was accused
of the murder and…

he's now serving time
in San Vittore prison.

The Lord didn't have much mercy
on my family.

We thank you, God,
for our daily bread.

Thanks to this bread, we renew our
communion with you and our brethren.

For Christ…

For my daughter, you wanted at your
side so soon, and my husband Carmine.

-Amen.
-Amen.

As they say, after the confession
comes the prayer. Enjoy your meal.

Confession.

We still have an ace up our sleeve.

Are you sure we can trust him?

No, but we both know too much
about one another not to try.

Bravo, what the fuck! You do know
the mess you're getting me into?

I'm not getting you into a mess.
When it's all over,

you'll be the heroic inspector
who caught the killer.

Yeah, I'd better.

And what's more,
you'll be free too.

Free from what?

Your love story with Tano Casale.
She's with us.

My darling…

Thanks for everything
you're doing for us.

Tell Carmine to be at the ready.

Nico… be careful.

We need a confession, but we have
an advantage over them.

First, only we know the documents
were destroyed.

Two, whoever commissioned this
will do anything to get them back.

Carla, you make a phone call,

tell him you've got all
the material and will meet him.

We need an isolated place
far from prying eyes.

Milla can take us to the right place.

There's no chance this man
will give us any information.

I'm rather good at negotiating.

I sold a forged pools coupon
to a mafioso for 500 million.

But you'll be alone,
what if something goes wrong?

What do you think
I'm doing here?

Christ! It's Amedeo Sangiorgi!

There's something else
I haven't told you, Carla.

-Nicola.
-Senator.

Where have you been?
You disappeared.

It's easy to hide from people
who aren't looking for you.

What are you doing here?

I came to talk about
Chance and Chaos.

And how these took
Nicola Sangiorgi by the hand

and turned him into a wanted man.

Fuck, he's his son!

But you're the one who…

Yeah, I'm the asshole you framed
to get to Bonifaci.

-Didn't Carla tell you that?
-Carla?

-Where is Carla?
-Well, if you don't know…

Are you here for Carla

or for the dossiers she took
from the villa in Lesmo?

What are you prattling on about?

That's right, Bravo,
get him to talk!

Why?

I mean it, why?

Someone said power wears you out.

That's all nonsense.

It's the fear of losing it
that wears you out.

There are men like Bonifaci who turn
our weakness into their strength.

That asshole had us by the balls.

Some innocent girls died.

You see, you'll never understand.

When it comes to interests this big,
there's no one who's not expendable.

No one.

I imagine that goes
for Aldo Moro too.

For President Moro too.

Aldo Moro is already a dead man.

Yeah, fuck! We've got a confession!
Did you get it?

That's just what I needed, Dad,
thanks.

Come on!

Let go of me!

Where's the dossier?

Didn't you hear what Dad said?

Where's the dossier?

I won't ask you again.

No!

I'll take you there. It's with people
I trust, you've won.

I'll take you there.

Let me do the talking.

Good evening, Tano, sorry I didn't
warn you, there wasn't time.

This is the person
I told you about.

It's bad manners
to turn up without warning.

But… if these gentlemen can…

help us to seal the deal…

As long as they're not policemen.

No, just give
what I sold you to this man

and everything will be fine.

Yes, but if you've sold something
that doesn't belong to you,

you'll give your friend
his money back.

First of all…

this asshole is not my friend.

Secondly…
what I buy becomes mine.

And mine alone.

Now you listen to me…
but very, very carefully.

Is that so?

Who the fuck is this shithead?

I'm Senator Amedeo Sangiorgi.

Senator?

Since when has the government
been interested in gamblers…

No, Tano. No negotiating,
this is the Italian State,

they take what they want.
They'll arrest you.

-Put that gun away.
-Senator,

if there's someone who needs
arresting, it's this son of a bitch,

who involved me in this scam
without telling me.

And now you can fuck off,
and with all due respect, Senator,

you'd better get from under my feet.

Put this gun away.

No, you put yours away,
or I'll shoot you.

What do you want in exchange?

The Italian Presidency.

All right,
we'll get out of here.

-Let's go.
-But the asshole stays here.

Sit down.

Will you be "bravo"?

You have to be good, kid.

Because if you're good,
then I'll be good too.

You want to show us you have balls?

Okay then…

I'll leave you those.

But that's all.

Keep still.

Don't you recognise me?

Tell me something…

when 12 years ago that brute gave
the order to do what they did…

did you know about it?

My son…

Perhaps you'd have preferred
a better father, right?

But you see, in real life,
good fathers don't exist.

Yes, there are fathers
who live in a different world,

who tell their kids
fairy-tales about freedom

and love, while others screw them!

I tried to give you
the necessary tools,

but you did things your own way!

And what am I to you now?
Am I your enemy?

Am I your enemy?

No.

You'll be moving up
on the career ladder, my friend.

No more pimps and mafiosi
to make extra cash.

And you've pocketed 500 million
at the end of all this, right?

Chance and chaos, Milla.

It's a lot of money.

What'll you do with it?

A friend asked me the same question
a few days ago.

What did you say?

…we have some breaking news
about a well-known Milan-based criminal.

After being arrested for fraud,
caught red-handed

when he tried to cash in
a forged pools coupon,

Tano Casale was found dead
this morning

in his cell in San Vittore prison.

It appears it is connected
to the events of a few days ago,

when Senator Amedeo Sangiorgi
preferred to take his own life

rather than face a scandal…

Thanks.

Business class.

It's my first time, you know.

I couldn't afford it before.

Not even economy class
for that matter…

-Traveling for work or pleasure?
-No more work for me!

No, no.
Something totally different.

Go on, I'll tell you,
I'll tell you.

I still haven't told anyone, but…

I'm safe now and
I have a good nose for people.

You look like a decent person.

It's me, it's me…

I'm the guy who won 490 million
on the football pools.

Business class.

Are you traveling
for work or pleasure?

I'm traveling for pleasure.
Even if I am still working on it.

Bravo!