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...beyond the outdated and old-fashioned...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

Even better like this.

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

Many pictures. And an editorial that draws attention.

I guess this thing is also OK for the others.

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 squads...

...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.

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

But beware, check his article. 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 Roveda and send him here, please.

Ah, 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, 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, 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 reader's face.

Wanna see him go crazy?

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, 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.

- Roveda, one of our contributors. - 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.

Lauri, join 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.

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 urgently.

- 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 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, 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...

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

...under the effect of a sudden brake.

692 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, Roveda!

This isn't the first time 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, Roveda.

It's about the Martini case.

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

You mean...?

You have put 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 Lauri's work.

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

First, Mrs. Zigai has been found by 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, Roveda.

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

...with no career concerns. 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, Roveda?

Have you 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, 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 not invent 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...

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!

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 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, 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 had enough! He's a perfect idiot!

We'll all be 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 has ended.