All language subtitles for The.Salamander.1981.720p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX].en

It is a sad day for Italy.

General Pantaleone,
Chief of Staff of the Italian Army,

has just died of
natural causes in his bed.

General Pantaleone was a
devoted apostle of tyranny,

but today, we must honor him
as a fallen hero of democracy

who died in his sleep.

The slightest hint of suicide
or assassination would mean chaos.

And chaos, Italian style,

would mean
a circus of terror and bloodshed.

In true Roman tradition, the General
was the victim of conspirators.

Which one?

General Leporello
and his wife Elena.

He has a consuming passion
for law and order.

Prince Baldasare, the Director of
Counterintelligence and my boss.

The Polish Vice Consul of Milan,

a very good friend of the dead General's
Mistress Lili Anders.

The indecently wealthy
Bruno Manzini of Bologna.

The most powerful industrialist
in Italy.

A charming cross between
Caesar Borgia and Nicola Machiavelli.

Dante Alighieri Matucci, Colonel in the
Counterintelligence Service.

That's me.

A little part of the sunshine,
when we speak of sunny Italy,

my colleague and best friend
Captain Stefanelli.

This is Japanese stock

in the design
obviously a salamander.

This adorable legendary little beast that
stands for justice and survives even fire.

Poetic, isn't it?

It was attached to a folder of blackmail,
probably sent by the killer.

Let's leave the poetry to
my namesake.

Anyway, this won't be difficult to trace.
The design could have been a coat of arms.

I don't know, but I know
someone who does know.

I thought you know everything,
Steffi.

Knowing who knows is not everything,
little brother?

The salamander card,
keep it between us for now.

No files, no talk.
Not even with the Director.

I understand, Colonel.
He's only saw Pantaleone once before.

That was when Hitler was here.

I saw Pantaleone walking to the lobby
of the hotel Excelsior with Göring.

Arm in arm,
just like us.

I hear rumors, little brother.
I hear whispers.

- Why Manzini?
- There's a waiter in chess club

would carry the message to
Pantaleone the night he died.

- We found ways to make him talk.
- And?

The message was from Manzini.
End of chapter.

Must have been some talk.

You've done better, I suppose.

A: The paper in Pantaleone's safe.

The General unloaded about 100 million Lira
worth of stock this month.

He was selling off his property
like overripe tomatoes.

Now, the General was running.

The money?

- Safe deposit box.
- No... Empty safe deposit box.

All of Pantaleone's papers, gone.
The work of one Gianni Bandanelli.

The lawyer for Pantaleone
and other fascists.

But don't despair, little brother.
We have a file on Bandanelli.

You'll find ways to
make him talk.

- B? You know it comes after A.
- Your salamander card.

I was right about the coat of arms.

You know it has been used one way or
the other all through Europe there since

Charlemagne was only a Charles.

My friend is sure he can trace him.
But I tell you, little brother, I'm scared.

This is a country with no state.

We have parties, we have factions,
we have waring interests.

But the little man in the street
is being screwed.

You are from the
Carabinieri?

Hmm, a Colonel.

Please, sit down.

And the point of the visit?

I'm sorry to have to tell you, Miss Anders,
General Pantaleone was murdered.

You will
tell this to no one.

For the rest of Italy,
he died of natural causes.

I see.

- You were with the General that night?
- Must we do this now, Colonel?
- Yes.

We had dinner at the Chess Club.

He brought me home early.
Ten o'clock.

He didn't come up.
He said he was tired.

Were the two of you alone
all evening?

Yes. Except...

A waiter brought him a message that
someone wished to see him.

I don't know who. He...
left the dining room for a few minutes.

Said nothing when he returned.

- We spoke of roses coming back to season.
- May I?

Coffee?

- Who is this Salamander?
- Who's the Salamander?

- My dear Colonel...
- Matucci.

I was the woman
in Massimo's life.

When he came here, he...
left his other life at the doorstep.

I gave him affections,
he gave me comfort.

I am a professional mistress,

out of a job,
you might say.

- Would there be anything else, Colonel?
- Only one more thing.

This room is bugged.

Please, step out here.

How is it possible?
How do you know?

It's possible because
you bugged it, Lili Anders.

I know because you set me
in a very special way.

And the only time I got up,
you repeated my question.

You're rather amateurish, Lili.
Not at all like your codename.

"Falcon," is it not?
Call me Dante, colleagues.

You made your point.
It's chilly. Can we go back inside?

I'd like to live as long
as you let me, Dante.

Maybe a hundred years more
and a day.

Treacherous, treacherous,
Miss Lili Anders.

- What else do you know, Dante?
- I know you inside out.

Down to your latest dispatch
to codename "Pigeon."

All the members of your ring
are girls. Are they not?

- Interrogation time, isn't it?
- I'm not the interrogator.

The real interrogator is a monster.

He has a sort of codename too, by the way.
We call him "The Surgeon."

And he's never even been
to medical school.

- Do something Italian, Lili. Change sides.
- Can you protect me, Colonel?

That's God's job.

But as long as you're useful,
I put in a good word for you.

- You son of a bitch!
- That's not useful.

My directive...

report warnings of any potential takeover
with government by neo-fascist elements.

In other words,
rightward shifts in the high command.

Now, we can go inside.

What are your orders,
Miss Anders?

What will you report
on Pantaleone's death?

Somebody is preparing a
fascist coup in this country.

Pantaleone, the fascist,
has fallen from grace.

Enter man on white horse.

- And... the Salamander?
- Never heard of him.

The Woodpecker, Stanislas Stanislow,
Polish Vice Consul in Milan.

That's all he says, other than
protests his diplomatic immunity.

Not one question, says he.
Just one, I say,

and you'll be released immediately.

Expelled the whole flock of you.

- All right, one.
- Tell me, Woodpecker,

why was Lili Anders ordered to
develop a file on General Leporello?

Well, where has General Leporello been
the last five months?

Italians!
He has been south.

South America,
South Africa, South Asia.

And of course,
the United States,

studying state terror,
torture and treason...

for what the Americans call
counterinsurgency.

Maybe he would have done better
studying in Poland.

- Quite unnecessary, Colonel.
- Who's this Salamander?

We made a deal, Colonel.
One question.

And now if you're a man of your word,
I expect to be released immediately.

Expel, sir.
Expelled.

And see to the arrangements immediately.

Matucci here. I want the file on
General Leporello on my desk in 5 minutes.

What?

I see.

It's classified.
Director's eyes only.

- Since when?
- Yesterday.

We have to take care of
our own, don't we?

Do you know why I joined this service?

Because, I thought,
if what happened before would happen again,

I would know before anyone else.

That was 35 years ago.

What a mistake!

General Leporello.

Yesterday, it was Mussolini.

Today, the ghosts are
climbing out of their graves

in a training camp for
law and order.

Riot control, a classic answer
to the forces of anarchy.

Hold on! Hold on everybody!
Now we are to go through this again.

Get in line. That's it.
Okay, now get ready.

I trust this won't take more than a minute,
Colonel.

It is my duty to inform you,
sir,

that you've been under surveillance
by foreign agents

as possible successor to
General Pantaleone.

In what capacity?

As a military leader of
a righteous coup.

Colonel,
I'm accustomed to such surveillance,

both foreign and domestic.

Pantaleone was a fascist and
an opportunist. I'm neither.

It is my urgent hope that you'll find out
why my name was brought up at all.

There are certain documents
the General was being blackmailed.

Where are those documents?

In his lawyer's office,
but in our custody.

The blackmailer uses the symbol
of a salamander.

Does that mean anything to you,
sir?

During the war, one of the partisan bands
in the north, Communists, I'm sure,

was led by a man who called himself
The Salamander.

He would always leave his calling card,

whenever they struck against
the Fascists or the Germans.

- His name?
- No one had names in those days.

I wish you luck,
Colonel.

Thank you for your time,
sir.

By the way,
Colonel,

I assume you discussed
this matter with your director.

- No, sir.
- You should.

An agent named Rigoli, he was making
an inventory of Pantaleone papers,

he hasn't called in.

I sleep in the basement and know
when there's cats on the roof,

and I heard nothing.

37 years in this building and
you will like a coat.

You have a hole in your coat.

Mace! Anybody in here should be asleep,
to say the least.

Bandanelli!

You wait here.

- Warm.
- The safe, empty.

The Pantaleone's papers are gone.

What I fail to understand,
Matucci,

is why you did not take immediate
possession of the Pantaleone papers?

I did, but I miss judge
the security arrangements.

Yes, to the extent that
our primary source was killed.

Not to mention poor Rigoli.

So you don't know
who has the Pantaleone's papers?

Ah, you do.
Well, that simplifies matters immeasurably.

Somehow, I didn't think
you were coming to see me

at this hour of the morning
with bad news only.

General Leporello.

- The proof?
- I saw Leporello yesterday.

I told him, and him only,
where the documents were.

And the rest you know.

Open and shut case.
Isn't it?

Certainly open, sir.

You have of course studied
our file on Leporello?

I tried.
It's Director's eyes only.

Did that tell you something,
Matucci?

I'm investigating a fascist plot
to take over our country.

- I assume nothing. No one was privileged.
- Totally wrong assumption.

This is Rome, my dear fellow,
this is not Washington or Moscow.

Here, we do not have the luxury to say,
"This is the enemy."

We can only say,
"This is the enemy today."

Tomorrow,
we may need to be friends.

We must ask ourselves how to render
our enemies... tolerable.

Are you telling me to drop it?

I'm telling you to continue your
investigation of your fascist plot.

Should you however rattle
the wrong bones in the wrong closet,

you may wake up one morning
and find yourself

posted as military adviser to the
Italian embassy at the Vatican.

And that is the very best
that could happen to you.

The worst? Well...
that should be all too obvious.

Acceptable.
I intend to stay alive, sir.

It might help
to have a bath and a shave.

I'll be back on Friday.

Mr. Manzini!

I'm Colonel Matucci.

Can we be alone, sir?

The trail that started
with the Salamander card

has now led me to
Bruno Manzini.

Manzini is a modern day colossus.

A legendary war hero,
an empire builder.

A man who is as tough now

as the day he laughed
his Nazi torturers.

So, Colonel,
is it all you have?

You are the brother of
General Pantaleone.

Oh, half-brother, Colonel.

I wouldn't dream of
having his mother confused with mine.

Your mother was one Ann Manchester,
an English governess

in the service of the old Count.

My father, the great impregnated!

- Miss Manchester left the service.
- Very impregnated.

In 1933, you changed your name,
Manchester Manzini.

Mother's name was often so scandalous.
She was quite a lady, at the moment!

During the war, you headed up
the partisan group in the north

and you called yourself the Salamander.

Survival, even in fire.

The war ended,
but not for the Salamander.

Hans Helmut Zimmermann, found dead
in Bogota, 1968, apparent suicide.

- Herman Loeffler.
- Suicide in Vienna,

January 5th, 1971.

Two in Argentina, one in East Berlin,
two in West Germany.

Each found with a Salamander card.

All war criminals, yes,
all suicides.

You threaten them with exposure.

Let us say, I would not allow them to
bury the evidence.

And in the case of your brother
General Pantaleone?

Half-brother, Colonel. He...
He died of a heart attack.

You're wrong, Mr. Manzini.
He was murdered...

by a professional killer.

You should know that
Pantaleone's private papers

were stolen last night from a safe
in his lawyer's office.

His lawyer,
the one of our agents were killed.

What would you expect to find
in those papers?

My half-brother was for sale,
the wrong people were buying.

Eight days ago, one of your companies
deliver to the government

a large order of
sophisticated riot-control weapons.

Must say you have your sources,
young man.

Yes, the specifications were drawn up
by General Leporello himself.

We also know, that the Fascists have been
bargaining with General Leporello.

I see.

And he would not commit himself until the
Pantaleone papers were in his custody,

which is I believe precisely
where they are now.

What's in those papers?

Strategy for coup d'état.

You don't have much time,
Colonel.

Whose side are you on,
Manzini?

Find out.
You seem to have a knack for it.

- You can't go in there.
- Open up!

Open up!

You saw it, Colonel.
He jumped.

I want the director.

I cut the lines when I work.

In case you're interested,
he didn't say a word.

They grow them tough
and awesome.

I released that man this afternoon.
You killed him to cover up, why did you?

Too late.
I make you promise, you bastard.

Soon, there's gonna be one less
homicide Satan in Italy.

We live in an age of madness.

Last night,
I saw a man brutally murder.

And now, huh,
less than 24 hours later,

here I am, at an elegant reception
at the Chinese Embassy.

You see, we Italians
are a very civilized people.

I have told Lili Anders
about the death of Woodpecker,

her boss and compatriot.

Feel like talking?

Woodpeckers last orders...

supposed to be here with the
Pantaleone, and now...

reporting the comings and goings.

But, General's dead and buried,
and Woodpecker...

Why's everybody dying?

- Wow, Your Excellency!
- Welcome, Mr. Manzini.

- Princess Faubiani.
- Glad to have your presence.

The woman is Princess Faubiani.
Him, I saw at the funeral.

- Here, please.
- I'll be with you in a moment.

You look so different here,
Dante,

like humans are supposed to look.

That's because we're across the Tiber.

And I'm saying to myself,

"What a lousy world
that lies on the other side."

- Hello, Colonel!
- Hello!

You see, these people,
the across the river people,

they called themselves with others.
They don't belong to anyone by themselves.

How do you join the club?

You don't cross back again.

I want you in my bed tonight,
Dante,

but I don't want to go home.

I don't want to cross back again...

Not tonight.

Tell me we're going to start
for fun and games,

then I'll know there's life on earth.

I promised you protection,
I cannot promise it anymore.

You know something,
Dante?

You gave me 15 minutes to get
all my important things together.

I did it in 10.
Everything important.

There's a message somewhere in that.

- Have you seen them before?
- No, it's unusual for this neighborhood.

Get down!

You are asking me to hide a Polish spy
in this nice, warm Jewish house?

I can get her to Switzerland,
but...

Let her sleep.

- Becoming a threat to us.
- I need a couple of days.

Put in my will.

Just leave me your gun
and your optimism.

Nothing else interests me
and I expect to collect very soon.

Listen, little brother,
I'll change my mind.

The Leporello has all the Aces,

you lost your hand
with Pantaleone's documents.

Be a little more corrupt.

Drop it, and let them know it.
This way, you will stay alive.

You're gonna be very angry with me,
Señor Stefanelli. You too, Dante.

There's another set of Pantaleone papers.

He had a villa on the island of Ponza.

He took them there in our last visit.
Insurance reason, I suppose.

- See, we were all alone.
- And you didn't tell Woodpecker?

- What else was I in this for?
- Damn.

Who knows what The Surgeon
got out of it?

Why didn't you tell me before?

It was my insurance.
The only thing I had left to bargain with.

Maybe not, but you brought me here.
You didn't bargain, so I won't either.

Look, the thinker.

What is he thinking about?

That he is gone
to cover his body with grease

and swim all the way to Ponzi and back

because any other way
would be even more insane.

And he knows that.

- Where is the hiding place?
- Believe me, it's indescribable.

But you told Woodpecker.

I told him I would have to
take him there.

I have important friends too.
Friends who owe me favors.

One of them is Carl Malinowski.
Yes, I said Malinowski.

Carl is an American Marine Major
attached to NATO in Naples.

Okay, my Italian buddy.

Come on, talk to me in American,
Dante. Tell me what's going on here?

In American?
We split, you hanging.

We do our thing
and I see you later.

I think I go along for the ride,
alright?

Not to worry! You folks can save the world.
Me, I'm going fishing.

Easy!
Come on, come on!

Watch your step.

Yeah.

- Good luck, Colonel.
- Good fishing, Malinowski.

Good luck, ma'am.

This can't be Pantaleone's.
It's government property.

There it is.

He didn't trust the servants.

How do you know about this?

I'm one of the birds,
remember?

I spied.

Let us fly,
little bird.

Get out with your hands up!

Stay close to me and
don't say anything. OK?

That's Captain Roditi,

General Leporello's aid.

Do you recognize me, Roditi?
Colonel Matucci of the Carabinieri.

The woman is Lili
Anders, a Polish national,

assisting me in this investigation.

Now, you will order your men
to lower their weapons,

and you will explain this situation.

The situation, sir,

is that I am under orders
from General Leporello

to maintain surveillance
of villa of Pantaleone

and to prevent the removal of
anything whatsoever from the premises.

You see, my friend, that boat over there
is lent to us by NATO.

I'm discharging highly secret duties.

You have placed a senior officer
in considerable jeopardy.

One incautious move, by any of your men
could have caused a fatal accident.

They could have ruined this operation.
You do see that, don't you, Captain?

Respectfully, sir,
I submit I'm only doing my duty.

That submission, Captain,

will be considered
at the proper time and place...

- if necessary.
- Colonel...

It won't work.

Men!

Oh, yes, it'll work,
Captain.

Malinowski!

Drop all your guns!
Drop all your guns!

Let's go!

You can count on me, Roditi.
I won't tell a soul.

The Pantaleone papers, a blueprint
for the fascist takeover of Italy.

It was all there.

The location of
military installations,

communication centers,
traffic and control points.

Every move
was superbly orchestrated.

The coup d'état
would not take more than a few hours.

- Malinowski!
- Yeah?

They'll be waiting for us
at every port in Italy.

An NATO officer shooting up
the Italian army,

that is practically an enemy invasion.

Yeah, I know that.
Lay down the plan, my man.

My boss, the Director, specializes in
rendering our enemies tolerable.

This is a ship-to-shore phone?
Right?

Yeah, that's ship-to-shore phone.
An Italian ship-to-shore phone.

Tell me, what would have happened
if I didn't have one?

Would have been World War III.

You're crazy, the whole race of you,
but it don't mean I don't love you, baby.

Pantaleone's private list.

Government, union leaders and party.

All slated for arrest
within 24 hours of the coup.

What he was going to do with them?
I leave to your imagination, sir.

Excellent, Matucci.
Truly excellent.

I might even be able to justify

my special handling
of your highly unorthodox tactics.

And that's you, sir.
Taken from right out there.

I think protection is in order,
sir.

It's your skin they are after now,
Colonel.

My skin, sir, is just fine,
as long as I have those Pantaloon papers.

Which you no longer have.

Frankly, my dear fellow, you lack
the authority and the political experience

to make use of such knowledge.

Which brings us back to your skin.

Now, we must demonstrate to Leporello,
that you are no longer a threat.

Therefore, I propose
to detach you for extended duties

to friendly foreign agencies abroad.

You will have diplomatic status.

You will have increase in salary,
and a very generous expense account.

How does that sound to you?

Like a pay off.

My dear Matucci,
you are a prime assassination target.

I am arranging
a preventative funeral.

You will be entombed over for a while,
but you won't be dead!

And I will buy myself time, to deal with
the Leporellos in my own way.

You don't have time!
It's Leporello's move.

- And he knows he's got to strike fast.
- I'll be the judge of that. And you...

Let me put it to you this way,

if you and your Polish Nightingale

are not on already booked
military flight to Zurich, today,

and all you will have to do
is wait...

for the assassin's bullets!

Well, as you like, sir.

Think of how you will enjoy your burial,
Matucci,

while you wait for the resurrection..

Lili?

I'm more corrupt than I thought,
Steffi.

I'm happy you're going.

Buried alive in Switzerland,
not a bad way to go.

And numbered account in Geneva.

A gorgeous suite in a four-star hotel.

And the constant companionship
of my beautiful woman.

I have got everything.
Or, do I?

For me, this is freedom.
For you, it's exile, isn't it?

I just have to get used to
being a eunuch. That's all.

The great place, picture poster.

Something told me I would need this.

The inventory you made on the boat.

Manzini should see this.

We see him tomorrow.

We still have until tomorrow.

- I'm Colonel Matucci. I call last night.
- Alright, sir.

Colonel Matucci is here.

And this, uh... This scribe is
the base of your belief?

Leporello is the heir apparent.
Your Director is shifting to his side, huh?

From that, I can reproduce
every single document.

I have near a total recall.

You still have nothing
but say so.

Tell me, Colonel, what the hell
do you think I can do for you?

Advise me.

How can I prevent the coup d'état?

And how can I stay alive
when doing it?

Miss Anders, I want to
talk to the Colonel alone.

- I vouch for Miss Anders.
- I have no doubt of it.

I prefer you're not involved,
you understand?

I understand.

Excuse me.
Come on, Colonel.

Tell me,
can you be bought?

I was, 48 hours ago.
Not again.

- You'll be frightened?
- Frightened now.

I'm isolated, I'm...
vulnerable.

We are natural allies.
I have everything you lack.

Matucci, I offer you a deal,
heavily weighted in my favor, of course.

Do I have a choice?

Yeah, you can go away
pretend you never spoke to me.

- Now, we have a deal.
- Come on.

You will remain here and recall everything
you know about the Pantaleone business.

It has no legal value, but...
it can be a tool.

In the mean time,
I will prepare the next stage.

You will return to Italy
in my employ.

You mean,
I have to work for you?

Under this cover,
and a change of tailors.

You will complete
your investigation

and together we shall decide on a
course of action.

You, uh...
You seem to have some reservations, huh?

- Yes, only one.
- What is that?

The Director and Leporello.
I don't think they will buy the cover.

Oh, of course,
neither do I.

But while I'm using my connections,
my money, my friends, my inference...

you'll have to sweat a little blood,
my friend.

As I told Manzini,
I have a photographic memory.

For the next few days, I reconstructed
the material in the Pantaleone papers.

Every map, every list
and every roll of microfilm.

- Who is this?
- It's Domenico with the groceries.

- Well, what do you think?
- What's his name?

What make you so sure it's a him?

Come to think of it, it is a him,
and he happens to have a name.

Look out!
The trunk!

I got to inform Mr. Manzini in Rome.

It took me almost 24 hours
to assemble the relevant facts.

Manzini, huh.
When informed about the gunman, he said,

"Given what Matucci knows, is surprising
they didn't send an army to eliminate him."

- Leporello made his deal.
- And the Director?

- Has joined.
- Is that certain?

No, nothing is certain in Italy.
Not even death and taxes.

But I was there,
a pact was made.

- You were there?
- Yes.

Last night they asked me and I accepted
a membership in their club.

- Jesus Christ!
- He wasn't there.

Heavy industry, press, banking, me...

all pledged to law and order.

Rather unholy alliance,
don't you think?

- I think you are a towering opportunist.
- Oh, come on, young man. Don't be naive!

I am an institution.
I play all angles.

Mr. Manzini!

Do you realize
they almost killed us yesterday?

Yes, Miss Anders,
and I'm truly sorry.

Oh, by the way...

Tomorrow, the Colonel and I leave
for Italy.

I suggest you visit Klosters.
(A resort village in Switzerland.)

It's lovely this time of year.

I made all the arrangements,
including security.

Hope you don't find me abrupt,
Miss Anders.

I find you dangerous.

The way you move people
in and out of rooms,

in and out of countries.

Well, young man,
it's your move.

Lili...

The truth is,
I think Manzini is a marvelous old crank,

but I won't accept his protection.

It ties me to my past
and my only hope is to cut loose.

You do see that,
don't you, Dante?

Where will you go,
little bird?

Never to last year's miss.

Who? Milan!
Sounds like the distance past.

- Can you hear me?
- Who is it?

- It's Dante, your little brother.
- It is the distance past!

Well, little brother, I hope
your God is watching over you.

I have to see you immediately
in Milan.

You want to see me?
Well, I have new office hours.

Every fascist in the service is coming out
of the closet, I can't stand the smell.

The director tells me that you are
doing very well in private industries.

Tell me, little brother,
how are the rewards?

That depends that whether you believe you
are being measured for a suit or a coffin.

- Kiss the cat for me.
- What?

- I said, "Kiss the cat for me."
- You hear that?

- You in there?
- Relax, Big George.

The system is foolproof.
Invented by God.

- Confess.
- Leporello is an armor-plated bastard.

And this brought him all his own people.

- I can get you a file of the Pope.
- Leporello...

What about his aide Roditi?

He's doing some kind of underground
recruiting job, commando squads.

Tough, means sons of bitches.

Dante,
I'm just a workhorse major.

And it take me a goddamn long time
to get there.

For the love of Mary,
go easy.

Tell me!

There's a girl
we use once in a while for inside stuff.

She's been dating a sergeant who train
recruits at that goddamn terror camp.

Just think of it all
makes me sick.

Look, I don't want to know anything,
but The Surgeon is in town,

working directly under the Leporello.

Dante, that's going to be missed
inside of 24 hours.

How far inside,
I don't know.

You'll get them back in the morning.
The meeting place, it's all in there.

Thanks, Giorgione.

By noon,
Steffanelli was in Milan.

With the files on General Leporello's
terror squads in our hands,

we went to work.

Gino Orlando,
one of Leporello's hired killers.

His fingerprints matched those
of the man who killed our agent, Rigoli.

Terror squads.

Just like the last time.

And we can prove it, Rigoli's killer
works secretly for Leporello.

And they can't bury
number police documents!

Black Sabbath fool.
「"The 1942 Eleftherias Square roundup",
sometimes called "Black Sabbath", occurred on Sat, 11-July.」

They came to the ghetto in Rome.
「"Raid of the Ghetto of Rome" by the Gestapo,
Saturday, 16-October-1943.」

They rounded up everybody
and they took them all away.

I...
went out before dawn that Saturday.

I went to buy some cigars...

Some black market place
across the river.

There was a long line.

It was raining the all...
Mediterranean.

But, I...

I stayed in that line
because I wanted my cigars.

And, when I got home,
little brother,

I had no family.

Smoking
was good for my health.

And those...
Those were the Germans.

Let you in on a little known fact,
Colonel.

In our country, the fascists rounded up
more of us than the Nazis.

Major Giorgione took a big chance
giving us a Leporello secret files

that had to be returned to him.

Are you alright?

Dante!

- Steffi!
- Dante!

Steffi!

Steffi!

I knew what I was going to hear.
They got Giorgione too.

Sir!

- I want the General!
- Impossible!

The general's wife has already been
waiting for half an hour

and I will not disturb him!

Is that clear,
sir?

Let the gentleman go first, Captain.
I'm sure it's an emergency.

Thank you, señora.

Elena, my dear,
I'm very sorry if I...

You're resourceful, Matucci.
And dangerous.

You should be working for me.
Would you like a little sherry?

I'll make you an offer,
General.

Release both hostages
immediately.

And the announcement
you need protection.

That's about the emptiest offer
I ever had, Matucci.

Sincere, I'm sure,
for the moment.

I will sign a paper.

That you fabricated
certain other papers?

The Surgeon.

That's very noble of you,
Matucci.

I meant what I said before
about working for me.

Yes. Those two men
that were arrested today.

They're to be released immediately.

Repeat that.

I see.

No, no.
I'll call you back.

I'm afraid I can only keep half
of my part of the bargain, Matucci.

Which half?

Major Giorgione.

The old man, Stefanelli,
he died on the way.

Heart attack.

Do we still have a deal?

Do we still have a deal!?

- I want an official autopsy.
- Roditi will call you after the autopsy.

Now, if you don't mind,
I've kept my wife waiting long enough.

Will you ask her to come in
on your way out.

- Please.
- Three minutes, Colonel.

We can make it, Steffi.

What did you have to die for?

Would have got you out.

Jesus,
what a dumb thing to do.

Going to die like a...
a sick old man

before giving your little brother
a chance to get you out.

I would...

Steffi,
you have no nails!

Close the door.

Now, if you do not cooperate,
I'm going to kill you.

If you do, I'm going to offer you
a way out of the mess you're in.

Can I be clearer?

Now, you will disarm yourself,
put up a chair, and try to relax.

I've been waiting long time for this.

What is your relationship
with the General's wife?

We've been
lovers for six years.

And the general knows and condones it?

Yes, it's part of his hold over us,
he can take custody of the children.

And his hold over you?

I love Elena. I'm also the father
of the children, twin boys.

I take it the General
is not interested in the opposite sex?

You take it wrong, Colonel,
very wrong.

The General is interested
in young girls.

- Very young girls.
- Go on.

That this apartment,
he uses it as a meeting place.

I make sure there's no trouble.

Major Giorgione,
why was he heavily sedated?

The Surgeon has been experimenting
with new drugs.

Did it ever occur to you that the General
might want to get rid of you one day?

I'm not not a complete fool,
Colonel.

- You have life insurance?
- Some.

I made tapes, photographs.

- Where are they?
- Elena has one set. I have a duplicate.

Safe deposit box in small bank
just the side of the Swiss border.

Very good, Captain.

Now, we stop first your small bank
and empty your safe-deposit box.

Then we will go to a place in the country,
and empty your conscience.

This will buy you 24 hours to get out of
the country with Elena and the children.

There, you have my offer.

You have a better idea?

Yes, I...
Things gonna happen fast, Colonel.

I...
I can feed you information.

- That idea stinks, Captain. Let's go.
- But it's not going to work, Colonel!

When you went down round to the General's,
we'd fix an electronic hailer on your car.

It takes time to hone in, but by now,
the General must know you're here.

You pitiful son of the bitch!
They're waiting for me downstairs!

I don't know.

- I swear, I don't know.
- Okay, let's find out.

My car has no hailer on it.

Did you really think
we're going to take mine?

Eight hours later,
I'm in Venice.

There is a warrant out for my arrest
for the murder of Captain Roditi.

I am now an enemy of the state.
A fugitive to be arrested on sight.

I'm taking one last chance.

I hope, Colonel, there is some sense
in this so little intrigue.

This is my recollection of
what Captain Roditi told me.

I thought you might want to see it.

- You have nothing more?
- Can there be more?

It's all true, I trust.

It was true. Now, it is all lies.
Monstrous horrible lies, I shall call them.

I know you're afraid of your husband.

You're afraid what he might do
to your children, yours and the Captain's.

Madam,
I can offer you protection.

What?
Your disguise?

The photographs and the tapes in your
possession won't work anymore as insurance.

I know where Roditi kept his copy.

You don't seem to understand, Colonel.
I no longer need insurance.

The insurer is deceased.

What the hell kind of woman are you?

The kind who has come to understand that
her husband is going to succeed

in what he has set out to do.

The kind who wants to be there,
when it does.

The kind who came here today
to see whether you were a match for him.

You, sir, you are a romantic.

Frankly, dear man,
I am rather disappointed.

My namesake,
Dante Alighieri,

wrote a classic poem
about the suffering of the damned.

It was called
the "Inferno" ("Hell").

Let me now say, that his vision of agony
was incomplete.

Did not include the master of torment,

whose refined skills
would offend devil himself.

He has no name, and of course,
no official identity.

He is known simply
as The Surgeon.

Colonel, now,
I'm gonna pick your brain.

Don't worry, Colonel.
Mr. Manzini sent us.

I didn't know whether
they were real or not.

I heard only sounds,
I could not understand.

When I was able to see,
I was sure I had died,

and by some cosmic mistake,
I had arrived in Paradise.

Finally,
I remembered my name.

Very bad, wasn't it?

- What's this place?
- "Pedognana." My home.

You're home, Dante.
Come on, sit down.

You are God, aren't you?

Leporello was convinced
you were broken beyond repair.

Besides, there was a bank
containing Captain Roditi's papers.

I own it, we...
made a deal.

- Lili?
- She's safe, in Switzerland.

Waiting for your call
as soon as you are strong enough.

Everything is in pieces.
Leporello is right.

- I'm broken.
- No. Not beyond repair.

I'm tired, Manzini.
They've taken away too much.

Try a little hate,
my friend.

It is the best stimulant
in the world.

Yes, please,
put him through.

- Dante?
- I'm alive, Lili.

I'm very much alive.

I love you so much!

I can't wait to be with you.

Huh,
look what we have here.

Lactarius deliciosus.
Exquisite as the name implies.

If you know it is deadly
if you eat it raw?

I tell you what...

You have them tonight,
and I'll have them tomorrow night.

By the way, Dante...

I know the date of
Leporello's strike.

- When is that?
- September 21st.

The men marked for arrest will all
be back from the summer holidays.

It's the beautiful time of the year.
Everybody's guard is down.

That's in three weeks.

What I have in mind
takes place in two.

We'll have this tonight,
sauteed with an Emilia white wine.

- You're a goddamn Salamander.
- I was survivor, Dante.

Bruno Manzini's invitations
were hand delivered.

It was to be
the social event of the year.

The guest list reads like a treatise
in political science.

The Minister of Defense.

Italy's 400,

they're all here.

The lions of power...

and their pussycats.

Finally, Leporello!

Sorry to have held you up,
Manzini.

Sorry,
I can only stay a little while.

General, I understand.
You are a very busy man.

Ladies and gentlemen!
We'll start at once.

Giorgio!

Please.

Won't you all join us.

Please.

General, promise me
60 minutes of your time.

I promise you
a memorable hour.

Sit.

Oh, uh, Director,
over here, please.

All, uh...
All be seated, please.

Thank you.

Everybody, please, uh...
sit down as soon as possible.

Founder if you find a place.

All comfortable, I hope.

And... Oh-oh-oh, by the way,
please do not open these envelopes!

They contain deep, dark secrets.

Uh... I apologize for all this
suspense, ladies and gentlemen,

but we are going to see
a motion picture.

Now,
about the film itself, uh...

I promise you, it is not
one of my commercials.

And, uh... And I promise you
it is not the story of my life.

The matter of fact, the press
is unaware of its existence.

You are the only public
who'll ever see this film.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, secrets
as it should be told in the dark.

I'm Dante Alighieri Matucci.

A colonel in the Carabinieri,
Army Intelligence Branch.

I promise right before you certain facts,
supported by incontrovertible proof.

Many of you attended
the state funeral of General Pantaleone.

He was said
to have died of natural cause.

The truth is,
he was murdered.

I was given no sum of money,
I didn't know they planned to kill him.

I swear it! God help me!
He was a saint. A saint!

Pantaleone's private papers
were stored in that safe.

The dead men are his lawyer
Bandanelli,

and my colleague
Captain Rigoli.

They were strangled.

Certainly no home movie.

You are looking at the murderer,
identified by his fingerprints on the left.

The same fingerprints,
as those of the man on the right.

One Gino Orlando,
a fascist terrorist,

under the secret command
of your fellow guest, General Leporello.

The Pantaleone papers contain the plans
for a military takeover of the government.

These plans
have now become operational.

The strike date is September 21st,
eight days from today.

The man, who is truly the coup d'état,
is once again General Leporello.

These men, a Polish secret agent
and Captain Steffanelli, were murdered.

I am an eyewitness
with the slaying of the first man.

I saw him
thrown through a window.

I also witnessed
the kidnapping of the second.

Before they were killed,
they were tortured.

Carabinieri Major Mario Giorgione,
47th Regiment, Milan.

My...
Hm, my name is...

My... My...
My name is...

Another tortured victim.

Please try, try.
State your name and rank, please.

Captain Mateo Roditi,
Aid to General Leporello.

Killed, by General Leporello.

A bomb planted in his car.
He knew too much.

All of these men had evidence that could
have destroyed General Leporello's plans.

So there were themselves destroyed.

This is the man
chosen to lead the coup d'état.

Enough! Enough!
Stop this slander!

- Lies! Lies! These are lies!
- Can you hold?

Yeah, I'll freeze.

Lies! Lies!

Please.

Please, General.

Would you please sit down.
Come on.

Sit down.

Sit down.

Elena,
I'm truly sorry.

Please, sit down.

We're trying to avoid,
not commit an outrage.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are
trying to prevent imminent bloodshed.

Please.

If this man succeeds,
he will not assume the powers of state.

That role
has been consigned to another.

Prince Baldasar, who arranged
the disappearance of General Pantaleone

and the rise of
General Leporello.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the envelopes you received earlier

contain the documentations
in support of my testimony.

The future of our country
is in your hands. Thank you.

Sergeant Marino, proceed.

I believe the Minister of Defense
is presence.

Your excellency,
with your permission,

I would place General Leporello
and Prince Baldasare under arrest.

You remember our conversation,
Matucci?

This is Italy.

We are all salamanders.

Go!

Last night was truly a triumph.

A fascist coup was aborted.

Huh...
When will it happen again?

You postponed the bloody civil war
last night.

Where you sit wonder in pair of eyes like
something can buy with good intentions.

You are the new director!

Now you have a chair
to fight the lions with.

Baldasar will never give up that easy.

I will insist that he resign
as a price of my silence.

Let's, uh...
Let's have a drink, Dante.

Let us drink to
partial victory.

It's the only kind
there is.

To partial victory!

Well, Dante, goodbye.

Ciao, Salamander.

Your car is ready,
sir.

Tell me.

Everything is perfect.

There is a...
Just a few things.

- Tell me.
- It's gonna take some time, Lili.

I mean, ah... Residence permit
in Italy for someone who...

who was...

It's complicated.
Strings have to be pulled.

How much time?

You are a foreign agent
and I'm going to be the director.

I understand that allows you
to park in prohibited zones.

You cannot expect me at this point
to bring pressure!

No. Not you, Dante,
at this point.

I already been given
a residence permit in Switzerland.

I stood in line
and I got it.

I feel safe there.

I love you.
I love you very much.

Goodbye, Dante.

Good evening, Colonel!

Lili!

Lili!

Mister!
Hey, mister!

The ball.