All language subtitles for Sbatti Il Mostro In Prima Pagina 1972

"You Italians, who haven't given up
to be called MEN,..."

"...be united beyond every faction..."

""...beyond all Parties, above every
intended division..."

"...beyond the outdated
and old-fashioned..."

"...and too much long exploited
fascism and anti-fascism..."

"...be united to say yes
to the freedom of order..."

"...this demonstration wants to prove..."

"...that it's possible to
defeat communism..."

"...that it's possible to defeat
the enemies of Italy..."

"...and together we'll do
it! Long live Italy!"

"COMMUNISM
WILL NOT PASS THROUGH!"

"FASCISTS! YOU BASTARDS!
GO BACK TO THE SEWERS!"

SLAP THE MONSTER ON THE FRONT PAGE

"POLICE OF STATE! NAZIS!"

"FASCISTS! MASTER CLASSES!
FOR YOU THERE'S NO TOMORROW!

"NEW PARTISANS ARE BEING BORN!"

- VOTE FOR NENCIONI
- VOTE FOR SOCIALISTS

- VOTE FOR LIBERALS
- VOTE FOR SPADOLINI

VOTE FOR COMMUNISTS

VOTE FOR ITALIAN
SOCIAL MOVEMENT

VOTE FOR CHRISTIAN
DEMOCRATIC PARTY

VOTE FOR DEMOCRATIC SOCIALISM

VOTE FOR ITALIAN
SOCIALIST PARTY

"COMRADE BERTINELLI,
YOU'LL BE AVENGED!"

"...THE RED FLAG, THE RED FLAG!
FORWARD, PEOPLE, TO REDEMPTION"

"THE RED FLAG WILL OVERCOME!"

"LONG LIVE COMMUNISM AND FREEDOM!
LONG LIVE MARX, LENIN, MAO ZEDONG!"

"LET'S BURN MASTER CLASSES' PRESS!"

- Let's call police!
- Forget it! Go away from there!

"FIGHT HARD! NO FEAR!"

- Aaaaah!
- They wanna kill us!

- You bastards!
- Get the hell out of there!

Get out of here! ... Wait! Wait!
Photographer... shoot now!

- Is that OK?
- Yes!

Where were you?

We do our own duty,
and you have to do yours!

- Calm down! Calm down!

Quiet! Perpetrators
will pay for this!

Understand our
indignation, commissioner.

Everything has got a limit.
A day like this...

Milan in turmoil... gangs of
extremists in the streets...

And you? You leave me
without any protection!

Just "Il Giornale", that has
always defended you...

...also when you didn't deserve.

Professor, I'm speechless.
We've been caught out.

And we can't be
in two places at once.

Look at that! Look at that mess!

Look at that! That window
has been blown by stones.

Those rascals thrown
everything! Bottles, stones...

This has been made
by a molotov. Rascals!

- Have you seen it all?
- Yes, I have.

Has Sir Montelli been informed?

I couldn't find him.
Please try again, Mr. Bizanti.

Ok, I'll take care of that.

Sorry to insist, Professor,
but early edition is late.

You, please come with me.

Professor, please another one!
Don't move. Thank you!

This is everything
we could photograph.

Well done.

New proofs on funding of italian fascist groups
RIGHT WING TRAFFICS IN WEAPONS

- Goodbye.
- Yes, sure.

- Please return me the favour.
- Of course!

Goodbye, superintendent!

- Hallo. I'm Bizanti.
- Mr. Bizanti is on the phone.

Hallo.

You already know everything,
I guess. Guerrilla, as in 1968.

Always on the front line.

Minimum damages. Some broken
window. A lot of panic.

A lot of hysterism.
Police has arrived late.

Better like this.

Then, the whole page.
Maximum space on current events.

Many pictures. And an
editorial "at attention".

I guess this thing is also OK for the other.

The electoral speculation that
left wing's press is doing is shameless.

They are taking the cake. This must end.

All our friends have enough of that.

That is why I was talking
about the elections.

This assault has happened
at the right moment.

This time, for once, public opinion will see us as victims.

Even Mussolini and
Farinacci's squad...

...hesitated in front of this...

...extreme assault towards
one of the most strenuous...

...representatives and defenders...

... of one among the
most supreme values... no!

Please, take off "most".

...of one among the supreme
values of the western civilization...

...the freedom of the press.
Full stop, new line.

Red guerrilla at election's eve
DRAMATIC CLASHES YESTERDAY IN MILAN
BETWEEN GROUPS OF TROUBLEMAKERS AND THE POLICE

- "Il Giornale"
- Go!

- Her identity?
- No documents with her.

- Who found her?
- Some kids coming back from school.

- Has she been raped, doctor?
- Yes. Without any doubt.

Let's do the full circle.

"Uncertain ideals. Certain TNT."

"The strategy of violence: blood again"

"The '70s nihilists"

"Aggressive democratic cryings"

"There will be other
after molotov cocktails"

"The new demons"

"Right wing goes through a red light"

- "The way of violence"
- "The red and the black"

"Infantilism and dynamite
between red and black"

"Underclassmen and millionaires
in the doldrums: union of violence"

"The circle is closed: fascists
and left extremists united by TNT".

Crime news?

Only that girl found
dead in Naviglio Pavese.

What's her identity?

Police is still checking the lists of
the disappeared girls in the last days.

She may also not be from Milan.

- Has she been raped?
- Maybe. Autopsy is underway.

- Mr. Roveda will work on this, ok?
- Yes, I agree.

But beware, check his article.
Mr. Roveda is just a newbie.

And also something short about
the renewed outbreak of sexual assaults.

- How many lines?
- 30 lines.

Pictures.

Today "Il Giornale" was boring.
Too many tedious articles.

What's that?
Porn stuff, like yesterday?

Please, show them.

Don't do like when
you put on the same page...

...the Palermo airplane crash
and the Alitalia advertising.

...let's hope in some hijacking,
so that we can get a good news.

It would take a slaughter.

Search for Mr. Roveda
and send him here, please.

Ah, Mr. Roveda! Sit there.

Do you know what's the
circulation of "Il Giornale?"

500.000.

Every opinion that
counts in this country...

yes, also people who
read other papers...

...with a different political belief...

but that after all,
turn to "Il Giornale".

For hearing by its voice
a final and calm word.

And this voice, Mr. Roveda,
must be always the same.

From the first line of the
editorial to the last classified ad.

Yes, I do agree.

Who's our reader? A calm, honest,
fond of law and order man...

...who works, produces and creates income.

But he's also a tired man.
His sons make guerrilla...

...in the streets of Milan,
instead of going to school.

His workers are more
and more overbearing.

Government is non-existent.
Italy is in a chaos.

He reads "Il Giornale" to find
a serene and balanced word.

And what does he find?

Your article, Mr. Roveda.

I copied, word by word,
your half-title page and your title.

"DESPERATE GESTURE OF AN UNEMPLOYED.
FATHER OF 5 SONS SETS HIMSELF ON FIRE"

Well, I'm not Umberto Eco
and I don't wanna give you...

...a lesson of semantics
applied to the media.

But it seems plain to me
that the word "desperate"...

...is full of polemical values.

If then you unite it to
the word "unemployed"...

"desperate", "unemployed"...
well, this is a provocation!

And once you've done
this, you fling 5 orphans

and a charred corpse in
your poor editor's face.

Wanna see me becoming neurotic?

Has he set you on fire?

Shall we fix this title?
Everyone do make mistakes.

Write!

"Dramatic suicide"...
two words... "of"...

- Was he from Calabria, the poor guy?
- Yes, he was.

That's it!
"... of an immigrant".

Immigrant.
Just one word.

That implicitly includes
that he was an unemployed...

...father of 5 sons, giving
one further information.

Of course.

The essence of a news. Synthesis.

Our reader opens the newspaper.
Then takes a look at it.

He chooses what to read.

But without having the sensation
we wanna break his balls!

Without feeling responsible
for all the deaths in the world.

Anyway, your article is excellent.

Maybe some exceeding word or adjective.

For example, that "fired".

- "Left without a job"?
- "Left without a job"! Bravo!

Go for it, Mr. Roveda!
You have a genius for it!

Now you copy and bring it
directly to typesetting. Go!

... just looking is 50.000 lira,
if you get naked is 100.000 lira.

Here they are!
Here they are!

- Professor Martini!
- Please, let us pass!

She's my daughter.

The victim is the Professor Italo Martini's daughter
RAPED AND MURDERED GIRL HAS NOW A NAME

- We are from "Il Giornale".
- Fifth floor.

Condolences, madam.
Condolences, Professor.

Thank you.

- Mr. Roveda, one of our contributors.
- Mr. Roveda.

- Good morning.
- Professor.

It's embarrassing for us
to get into your sorrow, like this.

- Please enter, I'll show you her room.
- Thank you.

Have you ever read
about that american case?

That maniac from Oklahoma,
obsessed with little girls.

He raped over 400 of them,
and then he asked to be castrated.

That kind of people should be castrated
at their first signs of abnormality.

Maybe that's the only solution.

- This is her room.
- May I enter?

No, wait.

- May we take a picture of your kid on the bed?
- Go!

Stop, stop.

So, let's recap.
What are results of autopsy?

Death by strangulation.

Traumatic laceration of the hymen.

Let's insist on her virginity.

First page. It seems right to me.

Mr. Lauri, join Mr. Roveda
for everything about...

...doctors, police, magistrature.

Any clue?

They are sifting out maniacs,
her teachers and girl friends.

It seems she was an angel.

But at "Leopardi High School" there
was everything, inside and outside.

Mr. Roveda, you should interview
her friends and teachers.

I'd like a live description
of the character.

Her habits, daydreams,
hobbies, readings...

If italian mothers wanna cry,
we let them cry.

Any other suggestions?

Dunno... what about
dedicating the whole column...

...of the "Editor's mails" to
the letters about Maria Grazia?

Good! This is an idea!

I'd suggest to dedicate
a whole page to that column.

The whole page?

Yes, because... Where's that...?

"I'm a 8 years old girl..."

"...I've cried a lot for Maria Grazia
and, dear "Giornale"..."

"...please publish my bad writing..."

"... that all the children
and all the mothers..."

"...want the guilty to be found..."

"...because he's a criminal
and it needs the law of death".

She says "death"...

All written in capital letters.

"If you ever find who have done that,
give him to us children..."

"...and mothers of the school..."

"We will give him what he deserves."

Lucky innocence!

48 hours later the dramatic finding
COMPLETED AUTOPSY ON MARIA GRAZIA MARTINI

Undefended virginity
Death to the assasin of Maria Grazia

- What car was that?
- A yellow car. Fiat 500.

I've seen it because lately...

...it was going round
and round outside the school.

- Have you seen its plate?
- No, I haven't.

Anyway, it was there that day.
Maria Grazia went out...

...and there was someone who
called her and made a sign.

Any news?

Yes. They're questioning a janitor...

...because it seems he has seen
her on a yellow 500. You?

Nobody wants to talk.

How can you be so sure
it was Maria Grazia to get in that car?

In this school,
many parents asked me...

...to keep an eye on their kids,
when they go out.

So I see whoever they talk with,
whoever comes to pick them up.

Professor Martini
asked me to do it, too.

Bye.

- Excuse me. Did you know Maria Grazia?
- Yes, why?

I'm a reporter from "Il Giornale".
Can you tell me something about her?

How much can you give us?

I'm a journalist.
I don't earn anything on it.

Then, nothing... Fascist!

R.Z. is Rita Zigai. She teaches
in an evening school...

...but lives in Brera...
oh, sorry!

She hangs out with hippies.
She is half hippie, half revolutionary.

This letter is interesting.
It's worth insisting.

Dunno. She's a compulsive liar,
another 1968's converted.

A pathological case.

But police has used her.
Some drug story...

How did you say her name is?

- Rita Zigai.
- Sorry, wait a moment.

Anyway, we have to pay attention,
because we risk a flop.

How about this Mario Boni?

Maybe some ex boyfriend
who has left her.

And she has taken revenge of him.

I'll personally take care of it.
You find Mrs. Zigai's address...

Please, come here.
How did it go?

There's enough heat
on death penalty.

But this is not a surprise to me.

Between Piazza Duomo
and San Babila...

...almost every interviewee
has insisted on this theme.

For now, we've got enough interviews.
You should put them together.

You're right. Keep in the
background death penalty...

...'cause it's a double-edged weapon.

Today they claim for death penalty.
Tomorrow they demonstrate...

...for its abolition.
Italians have good heart.

Cut and sew, your way.
It will be OK.

- Calm down.
- It's this one.

Yes... Maria Grazia has gotten in this car.

What are you doing? Calm down!

Swine! Bastard!

- Mr. Bizanti is here, he's waiting for you.
- Thank you.

It's this one! It's this one!...
She's just a child...

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Janitor has recognized it.
It belonged to Mario Boni.

Who is him?

- An anarchist.
- Are we the first to know it?

Sure, as we agreed.

Superintendent, please wait to
report the news. I need 24 hours.

- Ok.
- Maybe I'm pursuing a good track.

We can work together.

Not now. But if you don't feel to,
I can directly talk with chief of police.

That would be a lost chance for you.
Please give me 24 hours.

- As you wish.
- Murderer should feel safe.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

DOES HE FUND FASCIST SQUADS?
Sensational accusations against a well-known industrialist from Milan.

MONTELLI THE EXPLOITER IS
A BACKER OF FASCISTS.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

They are exaggerating.

They are angry with me.
Like if I was the only one.

Rumors are getting
more and more accurate.

It's also possible they can
throw suspicion of crime on me.

Let's get to the point, Mr. Bizanti.

I move my pieces,
but they can be not enough.

Election are close, really close.

Scandal has been blown up enough.

It might explode any moment.

There are some facts that
allow us to counter-attack.

Mr. Feltrinelli couldn't die
at the rightest moment.

We needed that attack to "Il Giornale".

But maybe we need
something more emotional...

...and less explicitly electoral.

You have surely followed
on "Il Giornale" the Martini case.

Here she is, the little girl.
All tears are for her.

Mr. Martini, her father, has got
many exposure from "Il Giornale".

Especially with his articles about
poor immigrant hearts... remember that?

A special kind of man.

So, I want to ask your consent
on the way to follow this case.

If we have to inform objectively,
waiting the police to find the guilty...

... or if we have to hop into it...

...actively contributing.

If you think it's worth it,
green light.

Of course, we should find the murderer
before the elections, on time...

This way we'll make
our friends happy, too.

What they want is tension not to fall.

The case can be created...
also if the murderer...

...the MONSTER should not be perfect...

...but maybe he is, who knows?

Bitch...

"Power won't be in the
bourgeois' hands anymore...".

What else could she have been,
if not a bourgeois?

"Today is my birthday.
17 years. I'm old."

Bitch...

"Statistics: during a lifetime, a
woman uses a hundred kilo of lipstick..."

"...while a man eats a half of it".
What an intellectual!

"Man on the horizon!"...
what a cocksucker!...

She's just an experienced
cunt, nothing else!

I have experience, too.
But at least I have had men...

...one by one, not everyone
in a single time like her.

Mario, are you?

Excuse me.
Are you Mrs. Rita Zigai?

Well... forget about the "Mrs."
Who are you? What do you want?

My name is Bizanti. I'm a jounalist.

So what? What newspaper?
And what do I have to do with it?

I'm from "Il Giornale".
You have sent us a letter.

I haven't written any letter.

Don't you worry! I'm not a
policeman, I'm here for work.

Let me in for a while.

The usual job blackmail.

You journalists are worse
than the policemen.

What are you doing?
Is this your house, maybe?

I'm sorry.

Don't you think your mistrust
looks too much extreme?

If I'm here,
it's just for a brainstorm.

Because we think
you can give us a precious contribution.

That letter is important.

- What letter? I haven't written any letter.
- I understand you.

It's hard doing choices.

Above all, if it's about
personal relationships.

Anyway, this coincides with
the idea I had of you as woman.

What kind of idea do you have of me?

An idea of a woman with a strong personality.

Yes, yes, ok! I have written that
letter, but it's everything bullshit.

Things not true, that I
don't even think anymore.

Why should I talk
about my personal things?

I'll go away, if you wish.

I really believed to help you.

Maybe you need to talk with someone
more than you can imagine .

Yes, yes, it's true. You're right.
I need to talk, but not here.

My God, the coffee!
I need to talk, I'm all alone.

I never talk.
I mumble and do monologue.

Have you realized that after the
A-Bomb you can't talk with anyone?

So, I stay in here, waiting for
someone to pop in and never comes.

However, you work for a fucking newspaper.

Look, only one thing
I don't want to turn into.

A little revolutionary, a little
fool as some pathetic coworker.

Therefore, better writing
consciously for a fucking newspaper...

...than claiming to save the soul
biting the hand that feeds you.

Nowadays, in my opinion,
we can't afford...

...to be romantic,
not even at 20 years old.

Their idealism, I don't understand it.

Their freedom is not captivating to me.

Maybe school is different.
Less compromises.

The chance of communicating
directly with young people...

... of offering them the experience
we have had of life.

You have got a strange
way of involving me.

I feel good talking with you.

Maybe because we're similar.

At least, we have got the same problems.

- Please give me 100 lira.
- Should I give him or not?

- They'll come after you forever.
- What can you do with only 100 lire?

I need them for eating.

First, it's not dinner time.
Second, they're not enough.

Then give me 1000.

No. Those you have
to earn them, as I do.

Hi. Can your friend give me
some money for counterinformation?

Yes, sure.
Long live counterinformation!

How about Mario?
Still behind working class?

When will you
make him understand...

...that drug for drug,
hashish is better than class struggle?

Who knows this Mario?
Who ever see him? Ciao!

Really, they should be re-educated
in some forced-labor camp.

- By gas.
- "FIAT is shit, FIAT is shit...".

Some evening ago,
one guy came, not even cool...

... with those eyes that ask for
something, pretending to give.

To you, who are just waiting
for nothing else than that.

I had to think about
the problem of age.

But where the real problem was?

Eating, drinking, sleeping
for free. No problem for him.

But for me there was. Because
I loved him. I do love him.

I don't even know yet.

And then he switched
to girls wearing short skirt.

To the Maria Grazia kind of girls...

And then there are the comrades...
those with the fist, like this.

Stuck each other, like whores.

What about me?
What should I do?

I wait. I wait all day long.
Will he come back or not?

I leaf through daisies.

Comrades... they make you feel guilty
for the racism of age.

They say they are decadents.

Yes, because love is decadent to them.

I have no intention to harass you.
After all, where should we go?

You're everything but a decadent woman.

You and me are two positive people.

So, we have to react.

I react. I write letters
and then I repent.

So I say I haven't written them.

You might write
an extraordinary article.

No, I won't write any article.

I get pissed off because a woman
like you is wasted, like this.

Thrust him out.
What are you waiting for?

Because, as he finds another chick,
he will leave you.

Miss Maria Grazia was just a bitch.

A bitch like many others.
She liked it, a lot.

The day of the homicide,
they spent it together.

He came to me at dinner time,
shocked. They had a hard quarrel.

And it felt good, because
in that moment he was...

...he was mine, understand?
He was mine.

I put him to bed and cuddle him.

Before going to school,
I gave him a sleeping-pill.

I waited for him to sleep,
because he needs me...

...but he doesn't want to admit it.

And the following day the comrades came.

"You have to say that
yesterday afternoon..."

"...Mario was with us at a
meeting at Francesco's"

He makes me get orders,
the young master!

Where is him? With who?

He goes to lick his
own wounds! Where? How?

What about me?
What should I do? Waiting?

What if I'd begin to hate him?
Would it be right?

Will he sleep at your place tonight?

Yes. At dawn,
the comrades will pick him up.

They stick election posters at dawn.

... it's fuckin' cold...

- Short sleep?
- Make Mario hurry, it's fuckin' cold!

Yessir, fuckin' comrades!
I'll say it to Mario!

Mario! Don't go today! Stay with me!

Jesus Christ! You never change!
Don't always break my balls!

Let's go!

Come on, it's ok! Put some glue!

- Put some glue over there.
- Is it ok like this?

- Let's go?
- Mario, we've finished here!

Let's get the hell out of here!

Everyone stop!

You fascists!

Mr. Mann�!

- Have they caught him?
- Yes, his name is Mario Boni.

- We put it on front-page, right?
- Yes, full page.

- Mr. Mann�!
- Thank you.

Mr. Pupo, here comes the article.

Enrico, print this asap.

- Mr. Colombo, print this one too.
- Yes.

Sensational development in the Martini case
IS MURDERER OF MARIA GRAZIA A LEFT-WING EXTREMIST?

Well done! Perfect!

Talk! So, you don't know anything
about these exercise books, do you?

No, I don't!

Janitor has said that Maria
Grazia has got in a yellow 500.

And we know you and your
friends had got a yellow 500.

So, you have made Maria
Grazia get in the car!

I'll say it again:
I knew Maria Grazia...

... but that afternoon
I was at a meeting...

...at Francesco Gatti's
in Via Foppa 13...

... therefore, I couldn't meet her,
because I was in there from 4 to 8 pm.

From now, I will speak only
in the presence of my lawyer!

- What lawyer?!?
- A committee lawyer.

Name, surname,
address, who is he?

A committee lawyer!
I have the right!

Were you a kept man
by a crone? You faggot!

I'm a kept man
by nobody, understand?

An old woman... what a beautiful
youthness full of ideals! That's gross!

So what? How about
your wife, that skank?!?

Break his face! Say it again, come on!
Say it again if you dare!

You coward! Say it again!

It hurts, fuck!

Let's talk about this friendship...
let's say acquaintance.

A good girl like Maria
Grazia hangs out with you?

I have known her at a meeting,
after a demonstartion.

What does this thing mean?

I've already said it.
I was with her at Francesco's.

You takin' me as a fool?

- I'm not takin' anyone as a fool! I'm only sayin'...
- Don't gesticulate!

I'm just telling you the truth!
I have been with her occasionally.

And what did you do?

- It's my fuckin' business!
- Asshole!

Also if you don't know, it's one
thing to kill a girl, another thing...

...it's killing and raping her, and another
different thing it's raping a virgin.

You know autopsy refers her virginity!
Can you dig it, fucker?

What does "virginity" mean?
What does that mean?

What do you mean?
You fucked her? Take him away!

Motherfucker, she was like a saint!

Where's Mr. Bizanti?

What do you think you do?
Mr. Bizanti is attending a meeting.

Don't tell that to me.

When he wanted a meeting
with me, he had it.

Beware, or I'll call the police!

Ah, really? You call the police?
Then stick it up your ass!

Why don't you call it?
So you can stick it up right there!

Calm down!...
Ok, call Mr. Bizanti!

Hey, where do you think you are?

Disinfected! All the
secretaries are disinfected, here!

Call him! Call Mr. Bizanti!

Let her pass.

Only one second.

Take a seat please.

Taking a seat, ah? You also
use the polite form, now!

Sure that I take a seat! You clown!

So you are the one
who works, aren't you?

Please, listen to me, madam.

I guess you have come here
for something accurate.

I'm not playing and
I have no time to lose.

Time can be found.

We've found it together, remember?

And then I have to say
that I despise you!

Only cowards can
take advantage...

...of someone like me,
with broken nerves.

And then I want to say that everything
I've told you were just lies!

I'll deny everything!

Let's try to not lose
the sense of reality.

What a beautiful sentence!

You are already known by police.

I'm a reliable person.
I can tell many things.

I can say I've seen Maria Grazia
Martini's books on your house table.

- I've burned them!
- I can witness I have seen them.

What's the point in withdrawing,
when Mario himself...

...has confessed he has known
and seen Maria Grazia?

When her friends
and the janitor say...

...that on the afternoon
of the homicide...

...Maria Grazia has got
in the car of Mario.

Then you know better than me
that Mario could have killed.

However, there's no thing you
can witness and I cannot deny.

Explain to me why
you'd like to go to jail.

Because of someone who hates,
despises and exploites you...?

I'll read you an excerpt
of the interrogation report of Mario Boni.

"I declare that on April 23th,
1972, I went to Rita Zigai's house..."

"...like everytime I was homeless and
without any source of income..."

"I saw her as a partner.
She passed herself off as a partner..."

"Mrs. Zigai is a post-menopausal
madwoman. She was all over me..."

"...because she was all alone.
A tramp."

"I was with her just
because she's pitiful."

Cut it out...

It's hard to be adult.

- That's enough... the diary...
- The diary...?

Maria Grazia Martini's diary...
I haven't burn it.

- We need someone to go to this press conference.
- It's dangerous.

""Il Giornale", media of the extreme right wing, is
the main responsible for the arrest of Mario Boni.

Tight collaboration between "Il Giornale" and the
police is well known, and in this case is not due..."

"...for the love of justice, but for giving to the
public opinion the right victim at the right time.

Let's send Mr. Roveda.

Let's give him a chance!

The trick is obvious:
giving extreme left wing a bad name.

The arrest of Mr. Boni is the last example
of a series of provocations...

... which began by
bombs in Piazza Fontana...

...and by Mr. Valpreda who is
still waiting for a trial...

..while the executors or the
instigators will end up to Parliament.

Do you have any evidence
against Mrs. Zigai?

We know that this witness
was an informant of police.

A person liable to be blackmailed.
Her trustworthiness is zero.

Her relations with
Mr. Boni were just occasional.

However, we don't mind
Mr. Boni's private life.

We are sure he's not guilty
and we'll defend all the way.

I think you are accusing
that Prof. Zigai...

...without any evidence,
just by rumors.

- No, absolutely not!
- ... when she's just doing her duty.

We are ready to supply papers
with shocking testimonies...

...on the lack of
trustworthiness of Mrs. Zigai.

- Whom do you work for?
- "Il Giornale".

And you have
the nerve to be here?

Be quiet! Calm down!

...it's a provocation!
Let's go on! Forget about it!

Can't you understand
it's a provocation?

...Let's go on! Forget it!

Can't you understand
it's a fucking provocation?

... a series of shocking testimonies...

...on the lack of
trustworthiness of Mrs. Zigai.

- Hi, Mr. Roveda!
- Sorry...

How did it go today?

No incident...

Red violence in Milan again.
WILD AGGRESSION TOWARDS OUR REPORTER

What have they done you exactly?
Have they beaten you?

Have they insulted you? No?

Really nothing?

There's no hurry.
The issue is already closed.

30 lines will be enough. Bye

Pity!

So, do you agree?
I'll first go to our centre.

Need to strengthen the order service.

Let's meet at Bastioni's.

- Bye!
- Bye, comrades!

"LOCK UP THE MASTER CLASSES!
FREE THE COMRADES!"

Here come the fascists!

"POLICE OF STATE! NAZIS!"

CONVICT COMRADES! YOU'LL BE FREED!
THE ONLY JUSTICE IS THE PROLETARIAN ONE!

Who is it?

- Who are you?
- This time I've got a warrant! Go away!

What warrant?
I wanna see it!

Calm down!
It's better for you.

Wake up ground-hogs!
Workers comrades!

Out of here!
Stay with the others!

Hey! I've seen you!
You've done it on purpose!

Keep your hands off!

We have the right to our lawyer!

WE-HAVE-THE-RIGHT-TO-OUR-LAWYER!

Calm down, it's better for you!

Mario Boni's friends on charge.
FOUND AN ARMORY IN THE MURDERER'S DEN

Good morning.

Let's take this step-by-step.

The witness here in the
flesh, Mrs. Rita Zigai claims...

...that on the afternoon of the crime...

...exactly on March 28th,
1972, from 5 to 8 pm...

...contrary to your statements...

...there was no meeting
which Mario Boni had talks.

The witness also claims that Mario
Boni reached her home at 7.45 pm.

He told her he had been with
Maria Grazia Martini till then...

...and that he had had
a violent quarrel with her.

That's a lie! There has been
a meeting at Francesco's...

...from 5 to 8 pm,
and Mario was there!

It's true! Say the truth!

We knew you were a spy,
but you're a teaser, too!

Excuse me, but I think they're
insulting an honest citizen.

You all beware! I can make you
arrest for offence. Please go on.

I'm neither a spy nor a teaser!

Just because I'm an honest
citizen, I confirm what I've said.

Vitaliano Fabrini phoned me on
March 28th, 1972, at 10.30 am.

And he told me these very words...

"You must say to everyone
that Mario has been with us..."

"...from 5 to 8 pm, at a meeting
at Francesco's.". Deny it!

-Lies! Lies!
- Deny it under oath!

Was this phone call real or not?

There was no phone call.

Meeting was at Francesco's,
with Mario, from 5 to 8 pm.

Then, what do you say about this?

Maria Grazia Martini's diary.
Mr. Boni has given it to Mrs. Zigai.

The same evening of the crime.

"March 28th. Later, this afternoon,
I'll meet Mario. I have enough of him!"

"He's too much demanding.
I'm gonna leave him. He's boring"

We don't know anything
about that.

How can we know Mrs. Zigai
herself hasn't written it?!

You cowards!
Fucking cowards!

How much did they give
you for this service?

Have you written that diary?
You fink! Talk, you fink!

So, I should have written
that bitch's diary? Why?

You well know why!
You wanna screw us and Mario!

Who is Mario? Who is him?
I'm here for justice!

Politics has nothing to do with!

And about Mario, he could really
have killed that little girl!

What the fuck are you sayin'?

There are evidences!

Sit down! This is not a marketplace!
Sit down!

Anyway, that's ok...
You've taken him on a wrong way!

You have taken him away from me!
Because you were jealous!

I only helped him! But you played him
against me! Because he loved me.

You were saying him I am old.
You have always hated me!

Can't you see she's crazy?
We never hated you!

Who has ever hated you?
Nobody minds your fucking business!

You had a wrong attitude with Mario!
You were just a pain in the ass!

You wanted to close him
off in house, like a dork!

Who cares you are old and ugly?
You good for him?

Then that's your fucking business! But then
you acted like a fucking bourgeois fascist!

Shut up! Cut it out!
I'm not crazy! I'm not crazy!

Bring her to the asylum!
She has written the diary!

Take her away! Get out!

Here they are!
They are coming out!

Wait a moment!
Stay behind! Don't make a mess!

Mrs. Zigai, please tell us something!
Did he kill Maria Grazia Martini?

Can you tell something?
Is he your boyfriend?

Go away!

Are you communist? Or anarchist?

As pneumatics tracks demonstrate...

...car has stopped in this spot...

...under the effect of a sudden brake.

It's possibile
that a short fight...

...could have occurred in the vehicle.

The man has tried to rape her.

The victim could get out the car...

...having understood his
disgusting lustful intentions...

...after he touched her pubes.

Then there was a short fight...

"Seizing by defendant's expression
the proof he's guilty" as they said.

- Attorney General is a man of learning.
-It's grotesque.

Indeed. But that's not
the only thing, in the Martini case.

There's not so much to discover yet.

Everything is too much perfect.
Clear since the beginning.

Fucking swines! You make me
sick! You are the monsters!

You are shit! Fucking perverts!
Slaves of your own balls!

The extreme defense:
to accuse the others...

...of his own pervertions.
Take him away!

...the victim tried to run away...

...and maybe she could
temporary escape aggression...

- What did you want to tell me?
- Don't fool me, Mr. Roveda!

This isn't the first time
Mr. Lauri co-operates with policemen...

...to discover the perfect guilty.
Isn't he your co-worker?

And about this Mario...
Really useful for your boss.

A rain of votes. Indirect propaganda
is always the best, don't you know it?

I swear I don't know anything,
at the cost of looking an idiot.

If you do this job,
you can't afford to be an idiot.

While you write custom articles,
Bizanti and Lauri build guilties.

And they mean business.

...you have got an internal commission,

...you have conquered the
right of assembly...

What do you want more?

Write a request
to the sales manager.

Excuse me, Mr. Bizanti.
I've something to tell you.

- Is that urgent?
- It's a delicate thing.

What can I say?
Do that way! Come with me.

Tell me, Mr. Roveda.

It's about the Martini case.

I've become acquainted
with a fact I was unaware of.

You mean...?

You have put
Mr. Lauri to assist me...

...for an aim, according
to an accurate plan.

As a matter of fact, I've supported
his work... Any "pitch invasion"?

Please allow me to be more
explicit. I'm absolutely sure...

...you have always been
behind Mr. Lauri's work.

- Please be more clear.
- Ok. I have two questions for you.

First, Mrs. Zigai has been found
by Mr. Lauri or by someone else...

...and then persuaded
to report Mario Boni.

"Il Giornale" has created a
guilty based on the half testimony...

...of some crazy hysterical
and jealous woman.

You have entrusted me a case...

...and then you've taken it
away from me at my back.

Listen to me...

Second, this campaign
has become huge...

...because of plain electoral aims.

Are you really sure the elections
can justify this frame up?

Are you criticizing
our political line?

Giving me a professional
ethics lesson?

You have treated me
like a puppet!

A puppet... is who wants
to be a puppet, Mr. Roveda.

Listen to me. You have a future.
You are a good journalist...

...with no career concerns.
Mr. Lauri is less honest than you.

But he's unscrupulous, he's
got connections everywhere

...and many good informers.

Thanks to him,
we could fill many holes...

...and often beat the other
papers to the punch.

I well know that, I didn't
just fall off the turnip truck!

But now it isn't
about good informers.

It's about giving to the police...

...to the Bench and the public
opinion a ready-made guilty.

The Martini case is a symptom,
a warning light of the situation.

Have you ever wondered
why we get so many letters?

Because common people thinks...

...that this murder is a symbol of this
country debacle, so they're afraid.

But we have to explain and
report this reality objectively.

Instead, you twist it.
You don't care...

...to pass over
the people dead body...

...so that you can make a symbol,
as you say, of a random case.

Ok. So, "Il Giornale"
and me do provoke.

We don't report reality objectively.

But what objectivity, Mr. Roveda?

Have you ever wondered
who is Mario Boni?

He's a drifter who
rejects society rules.

A drug addicted who
assaults "Il Giornale".

He attacks workers that don't strike.

He kidnaps the executive,
he sets on fire cars.

He also hates you, Mr. Roveda...

...with your good feelings
and your noble idealism.

You think the journalist
as a fair observer.

Well, I pity these fair observers.

We need to be protagonists,
not observers. We are at war!

We do class struggle too.

Marx and Lenin didn't invented it!

...a majority of citizens,
who respect society rules...

...and it exists a minority of
people, let's say rough...

...and in this minority,
I include perverts...

...maniacs, the
dangerous sick people...

But also the nihilists,
who want to destroy everything...

...without thinking
to what to set against.

"Who is this majority?",
you'll be asking me.

So I answer whoever works, pay taxes...

There he is your papa!
Can you see him?

Look at him, come on!
He's on TV! Don't sleep! He's there!

Phew! It's boring!
Switch channel!

No, we can't. You know he'd
take offence. Come on, watch TV.

I can't understand anything
of what he's saying!

There he is papa!
Come on, look at him!

That's him.
Look at him.

...our kids go to school everyday,
they are exposed and undefended.

This issue shall be
arose here and today...

You know you are really telegenic?

You look good. Well done.

...police should work over.
Maybe judges should sentence.

The executive power
should act peremptorily.

If you allow me, I'd suggest
a simpler point of view...

...upon which someone will make fun of...

...but it's important to me to tell it...

Roots of evil, and the
human being above all...

- ...the human being is imperfect!
- Ok, the human being is imperfect...

You know you are the best of them all!

...but here we are dealing
with real criminals.

Both when they put bombs
and when they rape kids.

Right, it is not a coincidence
that Mario Boni was a revolutionary by day

...and a pervert murderer by night.

Do you know you are
worse than those idiots...

...who read "Il Giornale"
as if it was the Gospel?

Is it possible that you have to remain,
despite EVERYTHING...

...despite your friendships, your
money, the fact you're my wife...

...that you have to remain with the
government employee-wife mentality?

The fact is that not
only you are stupid...

...but you make brain-dead of my son.

Will you understand that it would be
expected a little more evolved mentality...

...by the wife of one of the most qualified
italian papers' editor in chief...

...rather than by its average reader?

When will you begin to
understand this world?

To understand the difference between
what we say and what we thinking?

You are a stupid,
a stupid, a stupid!

And I feel alone in this house!

I feel more satisfaction when I talk
to walls rather than to you!

If you were Maria Grazia's father,
would you answer me this way?

Yeah, it's true! March 28th,
I wasn't at Vitaliano Fabrini's home.

I spent all that afternoon
with Maria Grazia...

I haven't said it before
because I was afraid...

Yes, also because I don't trust you...

I waited for her outside
school, on my 500, as usual.

Since her mother
often picked her up...

...she nodded at me
if she could come or not.

Naturally, we had to do that secretly...

...because her parents
could have sued me...

...if they'd have known she was
hanging around with a guy like me.

No to fascism! No to communism!

It's double worth your vote
for Christian Democratic Party

Against violence and chaos

make the crossed shield
be your defense

Grazia!

- Come on, Mario! Behave!
- Why?

Because! We had to talk, can't you remind that?

- This spot sucks!
Where do you take me?

- I'm sorry if this isn't Riviera,
but it's Milan, your beloved Milan.

- Then why did you come here?
- The moral capital.

Stop it!

- Then...
- Then nothing! I don't want it anymore!

Fed up with the proletarian?

You've just come with me for
curiosity, to satisfy a whim.

Phew, Mario!
Don't say bullshit!

I've been with you
because you were nice to me.

Now I don't like you anymore.
This is not the end of the world!

They've told me to not
go with an idiot like you.

Well, let's not talk about
this anymore. Take me home.

Hey, pretty girl. Now you
go home with your own legs.

Understand? Go! Phone them
to send you the chauffeur!

I give you advance
notice that not only...

...I consider the indictment
of your client still valid...

...but also confirmed
by this statement.

Sign here.

Decisive the Maria Grazia's diary evidence
BONI'S ALIBI FALLS DOWN

- I've something important to tell you.
- What?

Don't you worry, it's a news I give you for free,

- Mario Boni didn't kill anyone.
- What?

Your paper has told a lot of lies.

Will you explain anything to me?

Maria Grazia wasn't virgin.
Sure she was a good girl.

Simply, she went to bed
with someone. That's all.

Doctors statements and autopsy
reports state the contrary.

They all affirm her virginity.

What virginity?
That's what they say!

What world are you living in?

Mr. Martini is a baron
of university and hospitals.

Doctors who have done
the autopsy made him a favour...

...or maybe he has paid them.

Mr. Calvi here, he knows that.
She has been his girlfriend.

And then she left him for Mr. Boni.

How about her story
with Mario Boni?

They met at a meeting
with workers and students.

Once there was a time in which every
girl dived into proletarian boys.

She was really beautiful.
Everyone liked her.

World is full of assholes...
and it just happened to her...

She even made the janitor fall in love.

The one who says he's seen her
getting in the yellow 500?

Yes. He courted her his way.

A shy, frustrated guy, a wanker,
a spy for the headmaster.

May I come in?

May I come in?

Who are you?

Excuse me, I'm a journalist.

No, please. I don't wanna
talk anymore with journalists.

- I'm from "Il Giornale".
- Please go out.

Please calm down. I won't do any
speculation on the Martini's case.

I've told everything I knew.
I've nothing else to tell you.

I'd like to know only one thing.

If Maria Grazia has had some
relationship with her schoolmates.

No...

No. Maria Grazia wasn't able
to do things like that.

She was just a kid. She never
got too familiar with the others.

I could see that. All her
schoolmates were around her...

...because she was the
most beautiful and kind.

Mario Boni claims he has know her
at some meeting.

That's impossible.
She was not into politics.

Therefore no strikes.
No squatting. No meeting.

Not like her bad schoolmates...

...who are by now
the masters of the school.

They take drugs...

Just because they are spolit brats
with nothing to lose.

I'd send them all down, to jail.

So you think that
Mr. Boni is the murderer.

Sure he is. I can't understand
why he's still alive.

And then I believe it because
I've read it on "Il Giornale".

It's years I read it.
I'm a faithful reader.

Then you know that
Mario Boni has confessed...

...that he has had a relationship
with Maria Grazia.

I mean, a sexual relationship.

But "Il Giornale" didn't write it.
You haven't say that!

That fuckin' bastard!
Maybe he's really hit on her.

But she couldn't, she wasn't
that kind of girl.

She was an innocent girl.

She was pure, a saint, an angel...

She was like Holy Mary!
SHE WAS LIKE HOLY MARY!

She was a saint!
That's what she was for me!

Like Holy Mary!
She was a saint to me!

Like Holy Mary!
Like a saint!

Then the guys
from school were right...

...to say you were in love
with Maria Grazia.

They hate me because she loved me.

They couldn't stand that.
They wanted her to become a bitch!

(blabbing nonsense)

I couldn't expect
anything better from you!

What you've written is just
personal suppositions...

...that police have
already done and rejected.

The police has followed the track
you and Mr. Lauri have suggested.

I demand "Il Giornale"
to consider this other track!

- You can't demand anything!
- ...and also end this frame up!

Calm down, Mr. Roveda.

Why don't you just bother
of your responsabilities?

Sure! Your so famous "division of tasks".
There's enough for everybody!

It's all about having the guts!
You're making of this trade something vile!

- What are noble trades?
- I despise you!

You've talked enough.
You're a prefect example of an idiot!

- You don't scare me!
- Go to the administration and get the walking papers!

I'll press charges against you
to the Association of Journalists!

Yes, press charges against me
to the Association of Journalists!

I have enough!
He's a perfect idiot!

We'll be everyone in his first book!

Who are you? How dare you?
What do you want?

How dare you? Who are you?
What do you want?

- Tell me everything!
- Tell you what? I've nothing to hide!

- You swine! Fuckin' swine!
- I don't know a thing!

Say "I've done it"!
Say "I've done it"!

- Say "I've done it"!
- I didn't do it!

- Say "I've done it"!
- I've killed her!

- Say it!
- I've done it! I've killed her!

That fuckin' bitch!

She took me as a fool!
So I followed her with my car.

Mr. Boni left her in the outskirts.

Help!

Don't move!

Don't move!

Yes, I've killed her!

Listen to me.

Only you and me
know about this.

If you talk with someone...
I'll hurt you.

If you don't say a thing...
I'll help you. Understand?

- Yes! Yes!
- Understand?

- Understand? Do we have an agree?
- Yes! Yes!

Christian Democratic Party is proving
to be a great party. Goes up, goes up...

"Anti-fascism and anti-communism"
will still be the winning card.

There's a danger that this formula
has become worn-out.

Nobody believes anymore
that if communists win...

...we'll see Cossack's horses get
water in the San Pietro's fountains.

I'm afraid of this
total lack of fantasy.

Goebbels has written in his diaries...

...that the masses are more
primitive than we can imagine.

Therefore, the propaganda
should be simple...

...based on the repetition technique.

A modern technique. Used by the greatest
american advertising companies.

Unique Selling Proposition.

But... you had some news?
What is it?

Yes. The real murderer of Maria Grazia
Martini has sprung from nowhere.

A maniac guy... a sick one...

He won't say anything.

We can decide how to use him.

Let's wait the end of the elections.

We'll decide according to the results.

- Should I inform the editor?
- No, he must know nothing.

Everyone should do his job
and get his part of responsability.

And naturally his piece of profit.

Not always who's called "editor"
really runs something.

Everyone must be in his place.

The police to repress. The Bench to sentence.

The press to convince people
to think the way we want.

Everyone is doing his own duty.

Only the workers don't play along.

They don't work enough.
They don't care at all.

They just want money, always.

We're unable to raise the production.
This is the real trouble.

When this happens, what counts the
innocence or the guilt of an any Mario Boni?

...and now we humbly pray You
to send your Holy Spirit...

...to sanctify these gifts
we offer You...

...so that they become
the body and the blood...

...of Jesus Christ, Your
Son and our Lord...

...who has commanded us
to celebrate these Mysteries...

Please remember
our sister Maria Grazia...

...who You've called
today from this life.

And as for the Baptism,
You've united her at You...

...by the death of Christ, Your Son...

...in that way, involve her
in His Resurrection...

...when He'll make rise
the dead from the ground...

...and transform
our mortal body...

...in image of His own glorious body.

Oh my brothers,
pray for our sacrifice...

...to be liked to God,
the Father Almighty.

Go in peace.
The Mass is ended.

These subs have been offered by
Kayako Saeki aka "forgotten".