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THREE BROTHERS

INSTITUTE
FOR THE CORRECTION OF MINORS

- What does he want?
- To speak to you in person.

- Where is he?
- He's waiting in the courtyard.

All right.

Come on, kids, hurry up.

You're always late for breakfast.

Bye.

Bye.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

What's up?

We checked and there's no doubt.
Your kids are involved.

They climb down those two walls,

steal all night and climb back up.
And that's not all.

What can I do?

Collaborate.
Give us some names.

Let me investigate first.

Don't waste time or we'll take over.

Donato!

Grab it.

I wanted to cook it for you,
but it ran away.

It was afraid of dying.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I have to send three telegrams.

Can I help you?

Yes, that would be good, thank you.
Please could you write?

- The first one's to go to Rome.
- To whom?

To Raffaele Giuranna.

Judge.

Judge Raffaele Giuranna.

- Address?
- Via De Leonardis, 42.

Text?

"Your mother is dead."

Signed, "Father".

Your trial was assigned to me,

but I still don't know if I'll take it.

I need a few days...
to think it over.

Did you receive specific threats

or do you have personal reasons
for dropping everything?

I'd risk my life
if I thought it could change things.

I haven't slept for months.

There's nothing we can do.

It's like a death sentence
without an execution date.

When I went out, my wife was afraid
I wouldn't come back.

I used to stare at my children
while they slept.

I couldn't carry on like that.
That's why I quit.

It's not because this trial
is harder than any others.

Raffaele...
there's a telegram from your father.

I see.

She's dead.

I'm on my way.

You sort out the ticket.
There's a flight at three.

- Have it brought to my house.
- Yes, sir.

Raffaele, I'm sorry
to bring it up at a time like this,

but I beg you...

don't accept that new assignment.

Think about it.

One shirt will do.

I'm saying this because
danger seems to excite you.

I'm not saying you enjoy the tension,

but it intoxicates you.

No, it frightens me.

Fear can be a drug.

What do you mean?

Last year I didn't leave the house
for a week

while you were in the mountains.

Oh, sure.

But you keep all the newspapers
that mention you.

And you don't mind appearing on TV.

It could be a form of defence

or a way of reacting.

Posing as a self-assured person
doesn't necessarily mean you're strong.

I wanted to come
to the funeral with you.

So did Giorgio.

But you prefer travelling alone.

I know you do it as a precaution,

but that way the family gets split up.

Us in the mountains,
you in Rome.

You in your village, us here.

I didn't want
to cause you any bother.

You move us like pieces
on a chessboard without realizing it.

Don't exaggerate.
I'd like you to come.

Where's Giorgio?

He stayed out last night.

- With that girl?
- Probably.

- Well, let's call him, then.
- I've already tried.

Maybe the phone's off the hook
or they're not there.

See?
It's not always my doing.

Well done for remembering.

He really likes it.

How will Grandpa live all by himself?

Old people in the country
have animals.

Not like in Turin,
where they're always alone.

If you want I can stay
and keep him company for a while.

We'll see.

Can you stop the car?

- Are you tired?
- No.

- I see. Can you hold it in?
- I don't know.

Let's stop, then.

Go on.
Do it there.

Don't look.

I won't.

- What is it?
- People can see me.

Come here.

- Do it here in the middle. All right?
- But you mustn't look.

I won't.

All done!

Rocco!

My condolences.

Rocco!
Come here!

Quiet! Be quiet!

They've stopped shooting.

They're ringing the bells.

What is it?

Put your hands up.
Put your hands up, Rocco.

I'm an Italian like you, paesano.

- It's over.
- Donato.

It's over.

The war's over.

It's over, Raffaele.

- Did she suffer much?
- No, luckily.

How's Dad?

He's all right.

Marta, we're here.

The hot weather dried it up.

- Don Vincenzo.
- I was expecting you.

I knew you'd come, Rocco.

It's good to see you,

although I'd have preferred
a less sad occasion.

I'm certain that your inner strength
will help you overcome your sorrow.

My mother liked music.

The little bit
that she heard in church.

Here we are.

I'll show you what you looked like
when you first came here.

You were four years old.

- Four?
- Mm-hm.

This is you.

Look how little you were.

And this is your grandmother.

Do you remember
what she told you?

She was leaving you
her gold earrings.

Where do you live now?

I've got a room in a little hotel.

And the little girl?

With her mother.

So it's all over?

Who knows?

She's got
the kind of character that...

A typical northerner.

We even argued about
what to serve with orecchiette.

Butter and cheese instead of tomato
according to madam.

- That's just silly stuff.
- I know, but let's not mince words.

She had her fling and I'm not one
to sit there twiddling my thumbs.

You need to be sure it's true.

She told me.

That's a sign of love.

If a woman wants to,
she can hide anything.

Maybe.

But we're southerners
and I won't put up with this.

I'm sure she put up with a lot more.

I know you.

And I know
you're still in love with her.

Here's your dad
when he left for Turin to find work.

I don't know if you saw that film...

Trevico-Torino.

The director
must have had me in mind.

Turin was scary then...
so sprawling and indifferent.

Especially for us southerners.

The Torinesi
weren't the only ones to blame.

We were a desperate bunch

and finding a place to sleep
wasn't easy.

But I found a way
into the big factory at last.

I started
as an apprentice bodywork painter.

Nobody wanted to work in that area,
so they put the newcomers there.

It was hell.

The poisonous fumes,
the stink, the noise.

Then there were
the Hot Autumn strikes.

Of course I went on strike too
for better working conditions.

I caused the firm a bit of trouble.

I didn't shy away from showdowns
with the bosses.

For you that's violence, isn't it?

How about the violence
of the assembly line?

You know why
they want to get rid of me?

Because I question things.

I don't give in to them
and I cause trouble.

But I've never believed in shooting people
to bring about change.

Listen, Nicola.

There are twenty years between us

and we've lost touch
with one another.

I have trouble understanding
what you've become.

I believe everything you say.

But I also believe
that if they're threatening to fire you,

they must have a reason.

If it goes to an employment tribunal,
we'll see. I'll investigate.

But if you theorise refusal of work
and put it into practice,

because that's what you're doing,

you must accept the consequences.

The consequences are improved
conditions and less unemployment.

Refusal of work isn't absenteeism
or throwing a sickie.

Perhaps.

But since the threat of mass lay-offs,
absenteeism has gone down.

Utopias have always created misfits.

It's a poison
that attacks budding shoots.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Hello.
- Hello.

These are your friends.

People from Rome.

They sending wreaths
because they want a favour.

We saw Giovanna's picture too.
How is she?

Fine. She couldn't come
because her sister's had an operation.

Did you see the doves?

What is it?
What is it? Eh?

- Daddy, why did you tell a lie?
- What lie?

Mummy's sister
hasn't had an operation.

Look, Marta,
Grandpa's really suffering.

It's best if he doesn't know
about certain things.

Go and play with the doves.

Your wife called from Rome.

She'll call you again at the bar.
Shall I take you?

It's late.

I've got to go.

Thank you, Rosaria.

Nicola.

She's married now,
but I don't know if it was the right move.

Her husband works in Germany.

People say she's not very happy.

Marta!

Marta!

Marta, where are you?

Where are you hiding?

Marta!

Calm down.

It happens all the time in my job.

It's the same old crazy people.

How can I be calm?

It's the first time
you've received threats.

They started
as soon as they found out.

They do it to everybody now.

You can't take threats like this
seriously.

I've received threats before,
for insignificant cases.

You never told me.

Of course I didn't tell you.

There's no point in worrying
before I accept the assignment.

As if you'd refuse!

Please calm down.

Calm down, calm down.

He wants to talk to you.

- Hello.
- Giorgio...

I'm sorry I had to leave
without seeing you.

It seems like...

you're very involved
with that girl.

Be careful.
You're too young for her.

Getting out of these things
isn't easy.

- I'll sort it out.
- Good.

Your mother's very upset.
Stay at home tonight.

All right. Bye.

- 50.
- 100.

A coffee, please.

- Raffaele.
- Hello. How are you?

Weren't you going
to say hello to your friends?

Come over.
They wanted to talk to you.

We were very sorry
to hear about your mother.

Stay here with us.

- I'm sorry for your loss.
- Thank you.

Thank you.
Thank you.

- I'm sorry.
- Thank you.

We see you on TV.
You've become very important.

Should I call you Your Honour?

What did you call me
when we were kids?

What's that got to do with it?
Things are different now.

Raffaele, you came just in time.

We were discussing something
that only you can solve for us.

This is the issue.
Must witnesses talk or not?

You're not being clear.
It's about terrorists.

If I see who fired the gun,
should I turn him in?

I would but he wouldn't.

With good reason.

Take that 14-year-old girl
who was brave enough

to appear in court
and identify terrorists.

Now she won't go out,
she doesn't go to school,

everybody avoids her
like the plague

and she needs police protection.

Her family's ruined.
Why would I want to testify?

He's right.

Being a hero is a thing of the past.

Sure, as citizens we should speak up
and defend our rights.

But a witness gets his name in the papers
and his face on TV.

Not only his name, but his address.

Well, I mean...

Newspapers should protect
people's identity.

Even the police and the judiciary

should withhold certain information.

They're full of spies!

If others had backed up Guido Rossa
and said they'd seen the terrorist too,

if there had been 300 people
and not just one person,

he might still be alive now.

You can't kill 300 people.

In a factory you can find
all those witnesses,

but what if you're the only witness?

I know it's not easy,

because terror
lives up to its name

and replaces persuasion with fear.

But societies
can't be founded on fear.

Fear's the exception to the rule.
The rule must be faith.

How can we live otherwise?

Why don't we have
capital punishment in Italy?

They have it in America, in Russia,
in France. Why don't we?

You didn't understand
what the judge said.

Capital punishment
is like fear too, right?

It's used here too,
but only by the terrorists.

- When?
- What are you talking about?

How are you?

Sit down for a minute.

I'm sorry about your mother.

Will your dad stay here
on his own?

I don't know yet.
We'll see.

- And how are you?
- The same old grind.

I'm retiring next year.
I'm still here.

It's not that bad.
I read, I mark homework...

If I'd gone away and had a career
would I be better off?

You're right.
These are difficult times.

Perhaps, but hasn't Italy
always been like this?

Bloodthirsty.
Violent. Barbaric.

Not the easy-going place that people think.
This chap's right.

It's always been
a land of oppression.

Brigands and cut-throats,
like in / Promessi Sposi.

What's the mafia, after all?

Nowadays in Italy,
just like in the past,

there's no dialogue
between institutions and the people.

There's no union.

No proper relationships.

All very true.
But there's no hope in your words.

And we have made some progress.

Unfortunately people believe
they have an inalienable right

to do what they do.

On the one hand

there's the obsession with wealth
and becoming rich overnight.

And on the other there's the foolish desire
to change everything immediately.

And this deep contempt
for human life.

- Does Filomena still live here?
- Yes, she still lives here.

Thank you.

- Who is it?
- Good morning.

Good morning.
What do you want?

- I came to see the fig tree.
- What for?

I'm Caterina's son, Lino.

Oh, it's been so long. You're back at last.
How have you been?

- I'm fine.
- I'll come and let you in.

Come in.

All those times you drank milk
from my breast!

- Look how you've grown!
- Is the tree still here?

Come on, my boy.
Come and see.

Come with me.

Do you remember all those times
you used to play here?

All those times you played here...

Do you remember
when you came to play here?

You'd come here every day,
my lovely boy.

- Was it always so small?
- No, it's you who's grown.

The garden's full of snails.

I can't bend down,
my kidneys hurt.

I'm an old woman now
and you're young.

Don't you ever clear it out?

My kidneys hurt, I told you.
I can't bend down. Do you understand?

I dreamt about your mother last night.

She's happy and well.

A Unicef report on congenital diseases,
infant mortality, child labour...

I try to persuade them
to come to the Institute.

Once they're in prison,
it's the end.

They shouldn't have been born.

But they were.

Each one's an extra pair of hands
at home.

We're breeding scavengers,

not just in Naples

but in Africa, Asia
and South America.

We need to do more.

Well-off people should make sacrifices
for all humanity, not just their own family.

But to do this,

we need to change people's hearts.

We need to be more gentle towards
nature and our fellow human beings,

otherwise these scavengers will
overrun us here, there and everywhere.

I'm out of cigarettes.

You two don't smoke
so I'll pop into the village.

Dad will put her to bed.

Be a good girl.

Where are you going?

Into the village
to get some cigarettes.

There were
hundreds and hundreds of them.

Maybe thousands, who knows?

Camping out
in a disused barracks in Naples.

They were homeless and unemployed.

It was a meat market, the most
depraved place you could ever imagine.

There were thieves, murderers...

The police had to come in

with armoured cars and tear gas.

A war.

Who is it?

It's me. Nicola.

What do you want?

I need to talk to you.
Let me in.

It's late.
I was going to bed.

Just for a minute.

Let's hope no one saw you.

There was a cat out there.

I haven't been here
since you got married.

That's your mother's dresser.

I remember it.

Can I sit down?

Well?

When do you see your husband?

At Christmas and in August.

Maybe we should have got married.

I've split up with my wife.
We don't live together.

- So what do you do?
- Same as you.

I'm waiting.

Sure!

You didn't wait
when I did my military service.

- You only live once.
- Exactly.

- Stand up.
- Why?

You look thinner.
Let me see.

I've been standing till now.

Anyway, I weigh the same.

Come on, get up.

Are you in love with anyone?

You know who's after me?

The butcher's son.

He's a kid.

He's 16.

What would you do
with a 16-year-old?

No.

Not on his bed.

You're right.

Good evening.

A pack of Supers.

In Rome,
after an extensive police hunt,

10 people were arrested this evening
for theft and armed robbery

and 15 were taken in for questioning.

Hidden behind a hedge,
the killers took him by surprise

and riddled him with bullets.

None of them were wearing masks.

Earlier,
the victim had left his house

to testify in a murder trial
at the criminal court.

He leaves a wife and four children,
seen here after the killing.

He was shot in the head,
the back and the arms.

Your alarm clock had stopped.

I never use it.

How do you get up
in the morning?

Well...

here in the country,

farmers are guided through the day

by the stars and the animals.

The cock always crows twice.

At one o'clock
and at four o'clock in the morning.

Old people like me

get up the second time he crows.

Whereas little children like you

wait for the donkey to bray.

- What time's that?
- Around seven.

And the stars?

Ah, the stars...

There are three stars.

As dawn breaks, they line up.

They form the Big Dipper.

And then there's a star
called the Morning Star,

which appears
half an hour before dawn.

If I stay with you for a while,
I'll learn all these things.

All these and many more.

In Turin
there aren't any cocks or donkeys.

But there are stars.

Turn the light out and go to sleep.

Who is it?

Let me in. It's Nicola.

Where's the little one?

Can I come in?

She's staying with her grandpa
for a few days.

Now you tell me?

Calling from down there is tricky.

She doesn't even have
a change of clothes.

They're looking after her.

Aren't you going to sit down?

- I'm not staying long
- Why did you come, then?

To talk about our daughter.
Don't get ideas.

Listen, Nicola.

Our problems
aren't the end of the world.

Thousands of couples
get separated or divorced

but still manage to carry on
in a civilised way.

- Even when children are involved!
- Have I been uncivil?

I don't think so.
I left you in peace and went to a hotel.

Apart from my initial reaction,
I've been more than civil.

Oh, sure... on the phone.

It's the first time you've come up here
in six months.

Let's get one thing straight.

I'm not interested
in a good relationship with you.

- And not because of what happened...
- I admitted it. You never would have!

- You're like crocodiles.
- Who?

- Who? You women!
- Right.

At least we cry afterwards.
You never do.

Let's forget it, or it'll end up...

You know how.

Have you eaten?

- I'm not hungry.
- Coffee?

I don't need anything.

- How was it down there?
- How was it?

Beautiful.

And a disaster.

Because for the first time...

I discovered something new.

And very painful.

More painful than my mother's death.

Sorrow for your mother
is something you can live with.

I think.

I suddenly realised
my village was no longer part of me.

And I was no longer part of it.

My old friends...

An emigrant's real tragedy
is losing his identity.

He thinks he'll be happy
when he goes home.

But he isn't,
so he heads back to the city,

to Germany or America,
and feels homesick.

I'm not talking
about the North-South divide.

Nowadays even northerners
have to leave home to find work.

It's just that...

Forget it.

They're hard-boiled.

I was going to make a salad,
but I forgot.

I think...

the little one really took
to the country.

She talked a lot
to her grandfather

and to me.

I don't think...

she's really noticed anything.

She thinks we don't live together
because of work.

No.

She understood
all there was to understand.

You're the one who's naive.

She must have seen you
with other men!

There was one man
and it lasted a month, like I told you.

I'm getting along fine
on my own now.

Yeah, for how long?

I don't know for how long.

Right now I'm not interested.

I'm sick of it.
All I do is go to work.

I'm going to bed. When you've finished,
shut the door behind you.

Just like that...

- Are you throwing me out?
- God forbid!

If you want to sleep here
there's plenty of room in the bed.

No, thanks.

You can do me a favour.

Call my hotel
and say I'll be late.

You call them.

Bloody hell...

It's hot, isn't it?

It's these walls. At night
they let out the heat from the day.

The walls are too thin.

It's plasterboard.

This side gets the evening sun.

I remember.

You should.

That's why you chose this apartment.

You're right.

I thought
we could do with a bit of sun.

Judge Vinciguerra -
Rome Criminal Court

Detail of fatal bullet wound

Police Sergeant Continisio, judge's driver

Body of suspected terrorist, N Braduelli

Police officer killed
during Judge Vinciguerra's assassination

Photo of suspected terrorist Braduelli
as a student

You know why they want to
get rid of me?

I know.

Because I question things.

I don't give in to them
and I cause trouble.

But I've never believed in shooting people
to bring about change.

Our jails are full
of red and black terrorists.

20-year-olds
with their whole lives ahead of them.

The problem concerns all of us.

We must condemn them,
but we must also deter other young people

from embracing terrorism.

What's the answer?
What will we do? How can we save them?

It's a problem for politicians, sociologists
and educators, not just judges.

Right now they're killing at will.
I could be next.

I might be the last judge to fall
before the hostilities end.

And frankly...
Frankly, I don't want to risk it.

Yes.

We need to find
some kind of solution.

Don't ask me how.
I wouldn't know where to start.

But there's no time to waste.

You're already leading a life
that's not your own.

Police escorts are little help.

Even if you get a bulletproof car,
it only gives you a couple more seconds.

I no longer have a fixed schedule.

I keep irregular hours
and get lost in the crowd.

We've executed an enemy
of the people!

Nobody move!

Hello.
Forensics have already been here.

- Have they examined everything?
- Yes, sir.

All right, let's move the body.

It's raining!

Oh, God, my ring!

Donato! Donato!

Come here! Come here!

Giddy-up! Giddy-up!

- What's happened?
- I've lost my wedding ring.

- What do you mean? Where?
- Here.

Bloody hell! What did you do?
Hold on...

- Show me where you lost it.
- I was here, like this.

Bloody hell, it's a gold ring.
Take it easy. Hold on...

Nice and easy. You look too.
Don't worry, we'll find it.

Keep looking,
I'll be right back.

Give me a hand.
We'll find it, don't worry.

We won't go until we've found it,
all right?

Come on, we'll find it.

Here it is!

I've a right to oppose management

without feeling
that I've been branded a criminal.

You know my opinion.

Well, let's get this clear.

Our struggles, strikes
and demonstration marches

are a far cry from terrorist action.

Strikes are one thing.
And marches.

But there are different kinds of marches.

There are "self-defence" marches

and marches
for proletarian expropriation,

where the marchers carry
Molotov cocktails and P38s.

How many kids became terrorists
like that?

What are you trying to say?

That union struggles to improve
working conditions in stifling factories

are the same as terrorism?

No, but violence within the factory
must come to an end.

Without halfway measures
or permissiveness.

The unions only recently condemned
roughing up department heads.

Roughing up isn't killing.

Nicola, you're admitting
that beatings are acceptable.

What constitutes a beating?

Smashing someone's face in?

Leaving them lying on the floor?

Has your bargaining power
within the factory improved

through beatings,
attacks and killings?

Refusal of work is an issue from
a generation that you've never understood.

It's not my generation,
but it still exists all over the world.

Even in America,

where they kill department heads
in car factories.

And in the Soviet Union.

Their nations don't topple.

But here, people like you,
who claim not to be terrorists,

accept the killing of innocent people -

carabinieri, police officers, judges,
businessmen, politicians and journalists.

You're not for the terrorists

and you're not for the state,
but you demand everything from it.

You need to defend it
in order to change it.

Criticizing is a right.

You really think I believe this country's
justice system is beyond reproach,

and that our state
is the best it could possibly be?

If you want to change them,

your struggle mustn't threaten
democracy or liberty.

When democracy goes,
everything goes with it,

including the possibility
of a better world.

You want that?
To blow everything sky-high?

Fear of losing your job
is all that's holding you back.

Whereas you don't have a boss
to fire you.

I risk my life every day
in order to practice my profession,

which is administering justice,
not being a hero.

Why must you pay for those
who destroy us politically and morally?

What do you propose for them,
a general amnesty?

What about the havoc
they've caused us,

using us the way they did,

always pushing us around?

I'll never get over it.

Must we let bygones be bygones?
Can we forgive everything?

Until this shooting stops,
any scandal, theft or corruption

is a lesser evil than murder.

I never said
killing would solve these problems.

It's unfair!
You can't shut me up like that.

Stop it!
Isn't all this going a bit too far?

With our mother lying there...

Can't we talk about us,
your families, your children?

You should have got married instead
of worrying about other people's kids.

Finding the right woman isn't easy.

You weren't too lucky
with your choice.

My situation's
the exception to the rule.

I'd say it's the rule.

The exceptions are normal families.

So I'm the exception?

Yeah, and I'm happy for you.

You never thought
about getting married.

You never talked about girls, dates.
Nothing.

I don't go round bragging
about these things like you do.

Tell the truth...

Any women lately?

Yeah, yeah, don't worry.

- Well, tell us, then.
- Leave him alone, he's embarrassed.

No, it's not embarrassment.

How long ago?

- A year?
- No. You're something else!

- Just two months ago.
- Ah!

Who was she?

What is this, the third degree?

The mother
of one of your delinquents?

No, I've never done that.

A whore?

- I don't call them whores.
- Yet you pay them.

Call it an act of charity.

Grandpa...

Grandpa, are you sleeping?

No, I'm just lying here.

Why are you crying?

Everybody's alive.
Only Grandma's dead.

Go to sleep.

Grandpa, why are you crying?

I've stopped.

I'm not crying.

I'm sweating.

Sleep now.

Pity me, O Lord,
in thy infinite mercy.

May thy goodness
cleanse me of my sins.

Why didn't we go too?

I don't know.

They said it was better this way.