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PALERMO
19 JULY 1992, 4:58 PM.

Ninety kilos of explosive
have just blown up inside a FIAT 126

parked in Via D'Amelio.

The explosion killed
Judge Paolo Borsellino

and agents Emanuela Loi,
Vincenzo Li Muli, Claudio Traina,

Agostino Catalano, and Walter Cosina.

I'm the only one alive,
the only agent of Borsellino's escort

who wasn't torn apart by the explosion.

My name is Antonio Vullo.

I found myself… in hell.

I couldn't see anything. Everything was
dark, everything was on fire.

The cars were exploding
as well as the bullets of the guns.

I believed my colleagues survived, too.

I went towards the end of Via D'Amelio
holding my gun.

And then I was blocked
by the first responders. They knew me.

They stopped me.

When they stopped me,
I was standing on a severed foot.

A colleague's foot.

It was when I realised that
there had been nothing to do for them.

PALERMO, VIA D'AMELIO
19 JULY 1992, 5:30 PM.

Not two months after the Capaci bombing,

in a new massacre Cosa Nostra eliminated

the other great enemy they have,
Judge Paolo Borsellino,

torn apart with a car bomb
together with five agents of his escort.

We were close
and we heard a terrible blow.

A terrible blow. We looked around
and it was a disaster.

Our colleagues were
on the ground, shattered.

Expect for one of them, Vullo,
who we immediately took to the hospital.

A question always comes up,
"Why me and not the others?"

I didn't look for it, I didn't pray,
I didn't hide. It just happened.

It could have happened to someone else.

Living as the only survivor
of this story is very hard.

PALERMO
31 MAY 1992

Almost two months had passed
since the day I started working

as an escort agent in Palermo

and I was assigned
to Judge Borsellino's protection.

-Are you okay?
-So-so.

He only gets mad if you waste his time.

Claudio, if he says no
it will hurt my feelings.

Here he comes.

Judge, agent Antonio Vullo
is on duty from today, if you wish.

Paolo had a beautiful relationship
with his escort, a domestic one.

It was a professional relationship,
because it had to be that way,

but a family relationship was born

and I had the privilege
to have many boys from his escorts

telling me episodes and anecdotes
of this familiarity.

With some agents of the escort
even a relationship

of real friendship is established.

TG1 INTERVIEW
1 JUNE 1992

A friendship that lives…

life circumstances that are always tragic.

Always…

nagging, both for the magistrate

and the man of the escort.

-Why did you become a policeman?
-Because of Boris Giuliano.

-Did you know him?
-When I was 14,

he usually came to refuel
at the petrol station where I worked at.

I used to think that I would have liked
being a policeman like him.

When they killed him, I realised
that I wanted to be a policeman.

Do you know that those around me
risk as much as I do?

I joined the Police to change things.
I have no fear.

-What does your wife say?
-My wife? She gave up.

-We also have a six-month-old baby.
-Let me see.

Children are our future.

-Everything we do is for them.
-Yes.

But I would love
they'd remember the past, too.

I film home videos for him.
So he can watch them when he's older.

One day, you'll show them to me, too.

Now, let's go. It's late.

-Traina.
-Yes.

Let's go, they're waiting for us
in Marsala.

Vullo?

Welcome.

Antonino, he is Vincenzo Li Muli.
He's younger, but more experienced.

-You passed the exam, Vullo.
-I thought he lived in a bunker.

A bunker? Let's go.

I was baffled, because outside
of Judge Borsellino's house

there was no fixed garrison.

Just an escort car.

At times, we had an unarmoured car.

Borsellino was the main target.

Then, it came the news
that he officially was.

The commissioner and the prefect
didn't care about it.

Everyone said that after Falcone
would have been Borsellino's turn.

We didn't expect an action
that was so fast

and so easy in its planning,
compared to what

we lived with the Capaci bombing.

Reconstruction of the explosion
from the Capaci bombing trial

CAPACI
23 MAY 1992

A week before I took service
with Judge Borsellino,

the Capaci bombing took place.

I was one of the first to arrive there.

Giovanni Falcone
and his wife Francesca Morvillo

had just been taken to the hospital
in critical conditions.

They would've died shortly after.

In the armoured car thrown
at 100 m from the explosion,

there was what remained of the body
of Rocco Dicillo, Antonio Montinaro,

and Vito Schifani.
They were his escort agents.

In a car, there was
a dear friend of mine, Vito Schifani.

We lived in the same building.

Seeing what had remained
inside the armoured Croma

made me really sick.

A scene that I can't forget to this day.

PALERMO CIVIC HOSPITAL
23 MAY 1992, 8:30 PM.

The moment Giovanni Falcone died
in his arms

at Palermo Hospital,

Paolo understands

that he now had few days left.

PALERMO
25 MAY 1992

At Falcone's funeral we were all crying.

It was raining hard.
It was a truly dramatic day.

For all of us present here, so that
by celebrating the Lord's Passover

we die to the sin and resurrect
to the new life. Let us pray.

Lord, hear us.

Paolo was distraught.

He was grieving, really distraught.

It was like he had entered
a different dimension.

I remember a crowd
I had never seen before.

It was impressive. The participation
of Palermo citizens,

of trade unions, and people was unanimous.

I'm sorry, Agnese.
May I stay a few minutes alone, please?

Alright.

Let's go.

After Giovanni's death,
that he considered a shield,

he always said,
"I'm in a race against the clock.

"In life, I have always been second,

and I'll be second also in death."

It's my turn, now.

I remember something Borsellino said

before the coffins of Falcone,
Francesca Morvillo and the agents:

"Those of you who want to go, go ahead.

Those of you who stay need to know
that this is the future for us."

One day, I asked him,
"How will you find your enthusiasm back?"

Since Paolo worked with enthusiasm.

He said, "I don't know if I will find it,
but I surely have to. I will."

-Who's the one with the Judge?
-Rino Germanà from Criminalpol.

The Judge says he's his favourite cop.

Sure.

The Chief Prosecutor?

He's sorry but I won't have the mandate
to investigate in Palermo.

Only in Trapani and Marsala. It seems
Giammanco doesn't like how I work.

Just like he didn't like
how Falcone worked.

And if I'd become chief super-prosecutor,
I'd be the first to say

that I'm using Giovanni's death
to climb the ladder.

-Palermo is a nest of vipers.
-In Rome, you could continue

Falcone's work.

I'll continue Giovanni's work
here in Sicily, not in Rome.

I requested the ROS Carabinieri
the report on mafia and tenders

that Giovanni talked me about
before he died.

Do you think the Capaci bombing
was made for this very investigation?

The Caltanissetta Public Prosecutor's
Office is investigating on this.

What I know is that we need
to take Giovanni's insights forward.

The mafia-tenders inquiry
is one of those.

After Falcone's death,
Paolo Borsellino tried

to take up the investigations
that Falcone was conducting

and that, according to Borsellino,
could explain

why Cosa Nostra had decided
to kill Giovanni Falcone

in the month of May of 1992.

I was 26 when the fortified courtroom
was built.

The declarations
of mafia repentant Buscetta

allowed Judges Falcone and Borsellino
to drag to that courtroom

more than 400 Mafiosi.

It was the first time that a Court
acknowledged the existence of Cosa Nostra.

When the Maxi Trial allows
to enforce the life sentences

that the various Riina and mafia bosses
were able to avoid

with acquittals, this triggers a reaction.

ORIGINAL TESTIMONY OF ANTONINO GIUFFRÉ
COOPERATIVE WITNESS

It was the meeting that took place
in December 1991.

That meeting stuck in my mind
as the more horrible I ever took part in.

Where the day of reckoning was set forth.

That is, where Salvatore Riina
declared war.

We'll kill them all,
these sons of bitches.

He declared war to Falcone and Borsellino,

he declared war to the politicians,
Lima and many others…

Those who acted

too harshly with Cosa Nostra must pay.

And who do we slaughter first?

I'll tell you.

PALERMO
12 MARCH 1992

Salvo Lima was killed just a few metres
from his house in Mondello.

In Sicily and in all of Italy,

Salvo Lima was the political
point of reference for the Mafia.

Falcone explicitly told me,

"Now, anything can happen."

First, Salvo Lima was killed.
Then, with Falcone's killing,

Paolo Borsellino became totally aware

that the next obstacle Cosa Nostra had

on its path was him, Paolo Borsellino.

In my family, I paid quite dearly

my dedication to this job

and the condition of constant danger
that comes with it.

I deluded myself into thinking
that I had guaranteed

a nearly normal existence to my children,
at least from their point of view.

I don't believe that anymore, after…

the bombing that killed Falcone,

his wife and the agents
of the escort, because…

some reactions I had
from inside my family,

from my kids, made me realise

that, sadly, these youngsters pay dearly
these kind of situations.

Perhaps not so much
in terms of their social life,

but in terms
of their psychological growth.

Come on, Mum, leave him alone.

-Manfredi, so?
-I'm studying, Mum.

-What's going on?
-What do you think?

I fear for Dad and it bothers me that
you're pretending everything's normal.

He doesn't need the burden
of our concerns.

At least here, at home,
he needs to feel serene.

Here I am.

-Are you going?
-Yes.

I'm not sure when I'll be back. I have
a dinner organised by the Carabinieri.

-Alright.
-I'll call you from the office.

-Bye, Dad.
-Bye, Manfredi.

-Will you talk to her?
-Fine.

-Hello?
-Come on, Dad!

What you're listening to
must be important.

Much more important than these.

Didn't you have an exam?

I can't study. Nothing seems to stick.

-Try and focus a bit more.
-How am I supposed to focus more?

All I think about is
Francesca and Giovanni

and the risk that now you're taking.

I'm in a race against the clock.
It's me against them.

I can't back out.

I understand that,
but why it has to be you?

Why don't you to relocate to Rome
or wherever you want?

Because how things end up
isn't what matters.

What matters is always doing one's duty.

And I know you understand that, right?

Come here, sweetheart.

I saw a person really devoted
to his family.

He acted normally with us, too.

He didn't make us feel
the burden of his status.

A magistrate and his escort.

He treated us like we were his children.

-What about them?
-They're telling you what, Judge.

Judge Borsellino.

I'm speaking on behalf of the colleagues
of the corps and the Police who are here.

We respectfully request to be recommended
as men of your escort.

We won't leave you alone.

Guys, your sense of duty does you credit.

But there are too many people
who risk for me.

Besides, do you want
to leave them unemployed?

Thank you.

Thank you.

He told us, "That's crazy!

They came to me asking
to be part of my escort.

Don't they know what it means?"

And then he said, "They sure do,
and they still do it."

How old are you?

-I'm 22.
-Twenty-two. Good boy.

When Borsellino went by,

many people put pieces of paper
in his jacket.

These notes contained information
from ordinary citizens,

who claimed to have hints
or know details

that could have helped recreate
what happened in Capaci.

However, some of those notes contained
telephone numbers of Police agents,

Carabinieri or Guardia di Finanza officers
who wanted to escort Borsellino.

TERRASINI, PALERMO
5 JUNE 1992

Even in those difficult days,

the Judge like to have dinner
with his closest collaborators.

Rumour has it that you're going to Rome.

I have no intention of leaving Sicily

until we'll find out
who killed Giovanni Falcone and why.

You know that everyone in the Cupola
wanted him dead.

-Totò Riina first.
-Yes, but why did it happen now?

What made his elimination so urgent?

I'm sorry to bother you.
Our cook would like to meet you.

Excuse me.

-Please.
-Thank you, Judge. This way.

-My compliments. Everything was tasty.
-Thank you, Judge Borsellino.

Judge Borsellino.

-Judge Borsellino…
-No, but why?

Come with me.

Can you tell me why the cook was crying?

-I was about to cry, too.
-Why? What did he tell you?

He's ashamed for this tormented land.

But that family men, workers,

and the honest people of Palermo
are on our side.

I was moved.

Gentlemen, allow me to make
one last toast before leaving.

To the honest people.

The Judge always remembered that night.

He called it "the honest people dinner".

It was maybe the last time
I saw him serene.

After Falcone's killing,
Paolo was still there.

The State,
the fair State was still there

and it was represented by Paolo.

People still had something to believe in.

PALERMO, 23 JUNE 1992
REMEMBRANCE OF THE CAPACI BOMBING

The vigil was in San Domenico.

I wanted Paolo to take the floor,

so as to give further advice

and further comfort,

and also an incentive,
an encouragement to young people.

Because Giovanni didn't escape.

For love. His life was an act of love

towards this city of his,
this land that gave birth to him.

Loving Palermo and its people

has had and still has the meaning
of giving to this land

everything that it was
and is possible to give

of our moral, intellectual
and professional strengths.

It was so emotional
hearing him uttering those words

with that power, that passion.

They were the right interlocutors.

He had the need to pass
those strong messages in that speech.

Giovanni thought
that the fight against Mafia

wasn't only meant to be
a detached repressive work,

but a cultural movement
involving all of us.

Especially the youngsters.

A cultural movement
that would accustom everyone

to feeling the beauty
of the fresh scent of freedom

that goes against
the stink of moral compromise,

indifference, proximity
and therefore complicity."

I felt actively involved
like a young boy scout.

I think I've always thought
about those words.

Still today, in all my meetings
with the youngsters,

I make them listen
to this message by Paolo.

"We need to make sense
to the deaths of Giovanni…

of sweet, sweet Francesca…

of Vito, Rocco, Antonio.

They all died for us.
We owe a great debt to them.

And we need to pay it cheerfully,
by carrying their work on.

By doing our duty, respecting the law,

even those that impose a sacrifice.

By denying the benefits
that could derive

from the mafia system.

Even the aid, the intercessions, the jobs.

By cooperating with the judicial process,

by testifying the values we believe in.

By fully accepting this unpleasant
and beautiful legacy,

by showing to ourselves and the whole
world that Falcone is alive!"

He transmitted some values to us:

the deep sense of State, of dedication.

These are things we need
to rediscover, to savour,

to regain and bring back up.

I remember Paolo Borsellino's speech
for the 30th-day celebration very well.

It was made with the heart,
but also with the head.

It actually felt like Paolo Borsellino

had read his own funeral oration.

At last,
thanks to my colleagues' insistence,

in those days
the Judge's protection was increased.

A fixed garrison where he lives
with his family was provided for,

along with a second armoured car
with three more men on board.

The Judge continued relentlessly
with his investigation.

We need to sift through
all of the companies who won a contract

since when Riina became
the Boss of the Bosses.

Let's forget the small fish.
I want the great sharks.

We need to follow the money,
as Falcone said.

"Follow the money
and you'll find the mafia."

And I'm sure the Corleonesi money
don't stop in Sicily.

They reach the North of Italy, too.

We could exchange information
about tenders with the other prosecutors.

In Milan, Di Pietro is really shaking
things up with Mani Pulite.

No. What we're doing
needs to stay between us.

I'm afraid that some so-called colleagues
we'll tell everything to the papers.

Where do we start?

From where Giovanni had started,

the ROS notices.

They contain heavy names.

Entrepreneurs, politicians,
listed companies.

We'll study them one by one.

There's a recurring name in here,
that of Angelo Siino.

He was considered
Cosa Nostra minister of public works,

until we arrested him.

He made deals
with all the cement factories in Sicily.

We need to find a boss who did business
with him and is willing to cooperate.

Perhaps, not everyone agreed
to the Capaci bombing.

Someone could give in. I'll make you talk
with the Penitentiary Police.

But let's be careful.
I don't know who can be trusted.

Not even in law enforcement.

Borsellino learns that there are

some emissaries
of the Carabinieri Special Units,

the ROS, meet former
mafioso mayor Vito Ciancimino,

who is under house arrest in a place
behind Piazza di Spagna, in Rome,

and start a relationship
to apprehend Totò Riina.

ORIGINAL TESTIMONY OF CLAUDIO MARTELLI
MINISTER FOR JUSTICE FROM 1991 TO 1993

Towards the end of June,

the director of Judicial Affairs
of the Department of Justice, Ms. Ferraro,

informed me that Captain De Donno,
of the ROS Carabinieri, paid her a visit,

telling her they had hooked
Vito Ciancimino

and they aimed
to obtain useful contributions

for the purposes of the investigation

related to the Capaci bombing.

Useful to the investigation
in order to avoid new massacres.

I told her: "You need to inform
immediately Paolo Borsellino."

And she said, "I've already done it."

Paolo Borsellino would never have given

the dignity of the interlocutor
to Cosa Nostra.

He could never have accepted the idea

that a State representative sat down
and made a pact with Cosa Nostra.

What are you writing in that diary, Judge?
You hold it all the time.

-Are you writing a novel?
-Sort of.

Let's just say that I'm keeping notes
of all the things I learn

that I can't make official
in the investigation.

It's a reminder for the future.

According to what his family
and close friends said,

he didn't use the red diary
to mark his appointments,

but to take notes of the important things
he would have probably wanted to tell

to the Magistrates of Caltanissetta,
who never listened to him.

Many times Paolo Borsellino said,
both publicly and privately,

that he was waiting for the Magistrates
of Caltanissetta to summon him

to record everything he knew

about Giovanni Falcone's work
and what he had confided him.

25 JUNE 1992
PALERMO CITY LIBRARY

Besides being a magistrate…

I am a witness.

I am a witness because I have lived
for a long time

my work experience
next to Giovanni Falcone

and I gathered all the things
he confided me.

Before I can speak in public,

first and foremost, I need to take
these elements that I keep inside

and report them to the judicial authority,
the only one capable to evaluate

how much these things I know

could be useful in recreating

the event that ended

Giovanni Falcone's life.

In his last speech,
Paolo explicitly asked,

loudly and in the court of public opinion,

to go and testify in Caltanissetta.

So, what Paolo had to say
would have surely been really important.

The fact they didn't listen to Borsellino
in those 57 days,

in hindsight, is something puzzling.

Why not listen to Paolo, of all people?

Even after the insistence and all
the conflicts we know have happened.

Then, there must be something
no one can know.

Why that face?

They're transferring me
to Mazara del Vallo.

They're punishing you
because of your good job with me?

I need you in Palermo, Rino.

I'm flattered, Judge,
but there's nothing I can do.

Our investigation is clearly
bothering someone, as you said.

But I've got good news.
Leonardo Messina wants to cooperate.

Since when Judge Falcone died,
he only wants to speak with you.

This is good. Messina can open a new path

on the mafia-tenders inquiry.

Thank you, Rino. Thank you.

We were afraid,

also because seeing how

the Judge escort was organised,

generated moments of concern and fear.

We tried to disguise it, to hide it a bit.

But the symptom was there.

Didn't our colleagues see
who parked this here?

Apparently no.

They must have parked it
during the shift change.

Anyway, there's nothing outside the van.

-Should we open it?
-Are you crazy?

If it's filled with explosive, we blow up.

Any news on the plate from the station?

Not yet. They said, "Do you think
they place a bomb like this?"

When the Judge arrives, we tell him
to wait for the bomb squad.

No, leave it. He's already nervous.

Actually, get out of here now. Let's go.

PALERMO
30 JUNE 1992, 7:00 AM.

Judge, if I may,

wouldn't it be safer to postpone it
and wait for the bomb squad?

Look, my flight to Rome leaves in an hour.
If you wish, you can wait.

-No, of course.
-Eh… good boy.

Can you check if my hair turned white?

Everything's good, Traina.
We got scared over nothing.

-You alright, Antonino?
-Yes.

In Rome, that day, the Judge met
Leonardo Messina, called "Narduzzo",

a boss from Caltanissetta who managed
drug trafficking for the Madonia family.

Messina told he had repented

after hearing on TV the words
of my friend Schifani's widow

at the funeral of Falcone and his escort.

I, Rosaria Costa,

first of all request
that justice is done, now.

I'm speaking to the Mafia men
who I'm sure are now here with us

but who definitely are not Christians.

Know that even for you there's
a chance of forgiveness.

I forgive you, but you need to kneel down

if you have the courage to change.
But they won't change!

They don't want to change.
They don't change.

The Corleonesi created a perfect system.

They launder money in public tenders
and make more money

because Cosa Nostra always win
the contracts.

How do they know they'll win?

There's always some official,
some politician, who's willing to help

by fixing the assignments.
And if a competitor is too persistent,

someone makes them understand it's better
to stop, the easy way or the hard way.

Aren't we talking just about Sicily,
are we?

I know that Riina is very interested
in the biggest Italian cement plant.

He has friends in the Board of Directors
and Riina ordered

the purchase of all the quarries in Sicily
and the one in the Apuan Alps.

So, are you telling us that Riina wants to
become the greatest contractor in Italy?

Just like you are the greatest judge
in Italy.

One afternoon,
Paolo Borsellino met at the airport

the Minister of Defence Salvo Andò.

Andò informed him he had learned

about a notice of the ROS Carabinieri

talking about a serious death threat
against Borsellino and Andò himself.

Paolo Borsellino knew nothing
about this threat.

He gets mad
and shows before Minister Andò

all his indignation
for not having been warned.

The day after, he goes to his boss
at the Palermo Prosecutor's Office.

Prosecutor Giammanco is inside?

-Yes, but…
-You two wait here.

Paolo, I care about your safety,
but there are certain procedures

and you know I can't reveal everything.

The ROS sent a notice about me.

It was your moral duty
to inform me immediately about it!

Do you know how many notices I get
and maybe they're based on nothing?

Cut the bullshit!

They want to kill me!

And it's up to me whether to consider
this threat real or imaginary. To me!

One day, you'll be accountable
for all of this.

-Did you hurt yourself, Judge?
-No.

What really hurts me is
that I realised I have too little time.

In that period,
the Judge often went to Rome

to meet the repentants who wanted to talk
to him only after Falcone's death.

Gaspare Mutolo was one of those.

He was aware of the importance
of these questionings.

He wanted to run them himself,
even if there were harsh conflicts

about it with the Prosecutor
who, at first,

didn't assign
cooperative witness Mutolo to him.

Then, he was convinced that it was
not only appropriate

but also inevitable that Paolo Borsellino
handled that cooperation.

I'm not a rat, Judge.

But this war Riina is carrying on
needs to end, for everyone's sake.

Pasqualino, it's people like you
who made him the Boss of the Bosses.

Are you realising it now?

I want to know who's covering Riina up,
who his friends are.

There are many friends!
He's got plenty of friends, Judge.

I want those who help him
inside the institutions.

Riina knows who to rely on, right?

-Am I wrong?
-No, you're not.

It's that sometimes walls
have ears… everywhere.

Guys, can you please leave us
for a moment?

I'm listening.

There's a colleague of yours
who was at the Maxi Trial.

It's Judge Domenico Signorino.

He has many gambling debts.

And Totò 'u curtu can twist his nibs
around his little finger.

We're going to verify that.

But I don't think he's the only one.

There's another friend of Riina.
We call him "The Telltale".

The Telltale. Who is he?

He's a big shot.
He works in the secret services.

This upsets a man like Paolo Borsellino,

a man of the institutions

who believed that those institutions
need to be and actually are loyal.

This inner drama tormented him
in that period.

A discovery he needed to answer to
with some validation,

because he knew
that statements alone weren't enough.

I'm not lying about the names I gave you.

It's that I'm still not ready
to make it official.

-How long do you want to keep me waiting?
-Let me speak with my lawyer.

Hello?

Right now?

Can't we do this another time?

During his questioning to Mutolo,
he receives a phone call.

Alright.

According to Mutolo,
Paolo says: "The Minister called me."

He doesn't say: "They called me
from the Ministry."

He says: "The Minister called me.
I'll be back in two hours."

He goes to the Ministry of Interior,

where an encounter
upsets Paolo Borsellino a lot.

The Minister will see you
in a few minutes, Judge Borsellino.

Thank you.

Judge, do you remember me?

Paolo Borsellino was astounded

in seeing Mr Contrada, who told him:

"I know you've met Gaspare Mutolo."

The cooperation with Gaspare Mutolo
had just started.

At the time, Mr Contrada acted

as number 3 of the Intelligence
and Democratic Security Service.

The fact that quite naturally he told him,

"I know you've met Gaspare Mutolo.

If you need anything, please come to me,"

made him fly into a rage.

Paolo realises that his questioning
with Mutolo isn't a secret.

Paolo Borsellino starts to be aware

of what is moving against him,

not just in criminal terms.

Agnese?

Yes, I'm here.

-Antonio, good morning.
-Good morning, Ma'am.

I forgot my phone charger in the car.

-Could you please take it?
-Sure, Judge.

We are going to Villagrazia,
you and me alone, without the escort.

-Has something happened?
-I need some air.

I'm so sorry I wasn't always there
for you in this period.

Since when Giovanni died,
you never stopped.

Maybe you could do it for a few days.

Not now that I've seen
the other face of the Mafia.

What do you mean?

That repentant I met in Rome

gave me pretty important information.

Things you didn't expect?

I suspected, but such precise validation
leave no doubts.

He's not giving me names of Mafiosi,

but of men of State,
who should fight the Mafia

and instead make deals with them,
do business with them.

Do you know what this means?

That this land has no hope

and that our children won't see
the end of these killings.

This is why you need to keep going.

You need to continue the work
you started with Giovanni.

Right.

Until they'll let me.

Why? You're only trying to do justice.

Because the country we live in
isn't ready to accept the truth.

You're scaring me.

In the last days, we noticed
that the Judge had changed.

He was more distant to us.

He was more worried for us
members of the escort and his family

and maybe not so much for himself.

Judge, this is our new purchase.

-She is officer Emanuela Loi.
-It's an honour to me.

Are we sure you're going to protect me
and not the opposite?

Don't be deceived by appearances.
I'll do whatever I need to.

Welcome.

Emanuela Loi was the first woman
to be accepted as a member of an escort

and would have also been the first
to get killed.

She was 24.

-Hello, Judge? It's Germanà.
-Hi, Rino. Are you in Mazara?

Unfortunately yes, but I've got
something to tell you.

I've researched the company in the North
of Italy that Messina told you about.

Tell me everything.

It seems they bought a 40% share
of a company owned by Antonio Buscemi,

capomandamento of Boccadifalco.

-Are we sure about it?
-Sure, but it was a fake purchase

made to avoid requisition
and launder dirty money.

They are silent partners.

This means that Leonardo Messina
is a reliable source.

It's great news, Rino.

When you're in Palermo,
bring me the papers.

-Alright, Judge.
-Bye, Germanà.

Has something happened?

Sometimes the investigation leads
to good results.

Except not everybody will like this one.

For sure, Cosa Nostra sped up

the decision to kill Paolo Borsellino

that had been formally made
at the end of 1991.

Riina expressly said

that they should hurry
and it had to be done immediately.

Was it due to the fact
that the negotiation was at a standstill?

We cannot answer this question here.

Paolo wasn't scared.

His concern was his family.

What his family could have suffered.

His children,

who he loved immensely. He once told me,

"I'm admiring them."

He tried to grow away from my children,

who wanted to hug him,
kiss him and he rejected them,

as if he wanted them to grow away
from their father.

-We're at the table. Come.
-I need to work. You can eat without me.

Paolo, the kids would love
spending some time with you.

-And I would, too.
-I told you I need to work.

The kids will see me tomorrow.

Alright.

I think that this will
to stay away from his family

originated from the fact the burden
of knowing that his wife and his kids

were going to be without him,

without a person who could give
what Paolo was capable of giving.

This was his biggest pain.

He was afraid that someone
who had nothing to do with all of it

could have been involved
in his potential violent death.

This really impressed me.

PALERMO
17 JULY 1992

Paolo, this notice just came in.

Is everything okay?

I've just been informed that a load of TNT
arrived in Palermo.

And it's not to be used
for the feast of Santa Rosalia.

There's my name on it.

Paolo, why don't you go
on vacation? It's July.

To spend time with Agnese and your kids.

We are the State
and the State doesn't go on vacation.

When it has to, it replies and fights.

-That's why we're here.
-And we're with you, you know it.

We still have lots of things to do
and we need to be quick.

Thank you, Franco.

He told me: "Many friends of mine
suggest me to leave it,

because the explosive is
already here for me,

but I can't fall short of honest citizens'
expectations. I must stay."

I clearly felt he was fully aware

that he was headed to his own death.

This thought still gives me shivers.

That day, he was waiting for me
in the public prosecutor's office.

We talked about many things and then,

when I was going to say goodbye,
Paolo said to me, "Please, stop."

I asked him why and he told me,
"I need you to confess me.

So that I can be ready."

Ready?

In his heart,
he was getting ready to separate

from this reality of ours.

Then, he told me,
"I entrust you with my children."

I committed to always pray
for his children and I always did.

Approximately at 1:45 PM,

someone knocked on my door
and Paolo Borsellino entered the room.

I thought he wanted to ask me something,
but he just came by to say hello.

We hugged and…

we agreed we would have met on Monday.

Hello, Paolo.

-Hello.
-Are you leaving?

Yes, I'm leaving.

He had never done that.
Besides, the hall to the left

wasn't his usual path
to leave the building.

He took the longest hall on purpose

around the building
to come and say goodbye to some of us.

I've never understood that choice,

but I'll be eternally grateful
to him for it.

PALERMO
19 JULY 1992, 4:30 PM.

-I'm afraid it's sick.
-Did you try with the fertiliser?

Sure, but it's like it decided to die.

-Do you know I have to thank you?
-For what?

For sticking with me all these years

and the way you raised our children.

When you're here,
our children should be home with us.

You spoke only 5 minutes
over the phone with Fiammetta

just to discover she doesn't want
to come back from Thailand.

She's on vacation, she's young.
What does she have to do in Palermo?

And Lucia need to study
at a friend's house on a Sunday?

She has an exam tomorrow.

-Dad!
-Here's our lawyer.

You might need this.

What is it?

Nothing, sweetheart.
You remember me at your age.

However, dad, there's only one
Judge Borsellino.

Son, I wish you'll have
an easier life than mine.

Why don't you understand
that I like the life you do?

-Bye, my son.
-Bye. See you tonight.

-Bye.
-Bye.

-We're ready, Judge.
-We're going to my mother in Via D'Amelio.

-I don't know the way.
-I do.

I play five-a-side there.

We'll drive the convoy, then. Let's move.

-Hello?
-Paolo, we made it.

-To do what?
-I got you the mandate for Palermo.

So you can stop saying
I'm sabotaging your work.

-The game is over.
-Over? The game is up!

It's totally up!

That 19 of July was a beautiful day,
but what's strange

is that Traina and I both felt like

the more we were getting close to Palermo,
to the destination of Via D'Amelio,

the more the day… became dark.

PALERMO, VIA D'AMELIO
19 JULY 1992, 4:58 PM.

-What should we do?
-I don't know.

There were too many cars in Via D'Amelio
and I didn't know how to proceed.

Go, go!

The Judge overtook me and I followed him.

It's been months since the lead escorts
requested a parking ban

and a fixed garrison on that road,
but no one cared.

It's me.

I saw the Judge smoking
his last cigarette.

Judge, we can pass.

There were two entry phones.

Once beyond the first,
the group entered a garden

leading to the second one.
Now, I couldn't see them anymore.

I'm moving the car.

So, I decided to move the car,
getting ready to exit that road.

RECREATION OF THE FIAT 126 EXPLOSION
FROM THE BORSELLINO QUATER TRIAL

Command Centre, I'm Inspector Lo Presti,
I arrived here first with other colleagues

and I'm limiting the area,

trying to put order
in this disorder. Over.

Everyone is probably dead,
even the magistrate.

All the colleagues are dead for sure.
Except for Vullo.

I believe every single Italian citizen
remembers that day.

Palermo is again shocked
by this afternoon's attack

where Judge Paolo Borsellino
and five agents of his escort have died.

The car bomb explodes
near Borsellino's mother's house.

The car filled with explosive
was parked in due time

in front of Borsellino's mother's house

where the Judge often went.
A boom, torn-apart bodies.

The devastation we witnessed
in that place

was truly lacerating.

Infernal.

The smell of fuel oil
mixed with the smell of explosive

and burnt tyres.

The only thing I remember of all of this

is, sadly, the image "printed"
on the building

of one of the members of Paolo
Borsellino's escort

that is still ingrained in my mind.

Manfredi, don't go.

Mum, I need to go seeing what happened.

Come on. Go!

I wanted to see Paolo's body

to have the visual perception
of the realness of what happened.

Everyone knew me,

since I was a member of that escort,
and they let us through.

I was with his daughter Lucia
and I tried to bring her closer

so that she could see her dad.

As soon as Lucia saw her dad
in those conditions,

she burst into tears and we just left.

It was already dark when I arrived.

I stood there for hours, looking

at the pieces of wall that collapsed
and all that massacre

that you could still see even in the dark.

Images that are still vivid
in my mind and in my heart

and that will never go away.

A huge sense of emptiness, of absence.

What I do remember the most
is this sense of absence.

I was trying to understand
what Paolo been gone meant

but I couldn't.
I just felt this sense of emptiness.

JUDGE BORSELLINO BURIAL CHAMBER

When I got out of the hospital
a few days later,

I decided to pay my last respects
to the Judge.

Paolo had a profound faith.
He lived in imitation of Christ.

He knew he had to die
in order for his dream to come true.

He died in imitation of Christ,
sacrificing his life

for what he believed in.

PALERMO, 21 JULY 1992
FUNERAL OF THE ESCORT AGENTS

It was a tragic moment
for the institutions

because the lingering feeling

was that the State had been subdued
by Cosa Nostra.

They're scared of letting everyone see
that this city hates this power!

Some people said,
"I left my job to be here

and testify with my presence,
and you're not letting me."

Eventually, the crowd was so strong
that it broke the police cordons

and did participate.

I have the right to participate.
I'm a citizen like you.

The guys of the escort were terrified,

and most of all they didn't trust
their superiors.

That is, they didn't trust the State.

Mr President, the dead are here.
They're here!

These guys knew
they were like cannon fodder

sent to slaughter since ever,
not only that summer of 1992.

The feeling everyone had in Palermo

is a hard one to understand,

one that evolved in that violent reaction.

It's not so usual to see
a Head of State who has to flee like that.

It could have ended badly.

The President of the Republic is held
in a grip.

The Commissioner of Police
is struggling to hold the agents back.

At that moment, the State seemed broken.

Seemed… it was broken.

And thank goodness for that anger.

It would have been a disaster
without that reaction, that anger

showed with such determination
and from so many people together.

We want the instigators,
not those who killed him!

We want the laws!

They have had enough.
Paolo Borsellino's friends believed

that too much had been done
to isolate Paolo Borsellino

but too little to stop his brutal killing.

A good part of them distrusted their boss,

which was and still is not so usual
in a Public Prosecutor's Office.

The Higher Judicial Council intervened,
the prosecutor was transferred

and that was it.

PALERMO, 24 JULY 1992
FUNERAL OF PAOLO BORSELLINO

The Borsellino family didn't want
a State funeral.

Agnese, Lucia and Manfredi opted
for a private ceremony,

held when Fiammetta came back
from Thailand.

The Judge's relatives asked
the politicians not to come,

not to participate in the ceremony.

Paolo! Paolo!

There was a procession of people
who were crying and calling him "Paolo".

Two sides of a crowd who called Paolo.

At first, I'm almost embarrassed
to say this, it upset me

because I said: "Why are they here?
Paolo is mine, he's ours."

It was me, my mother, my brothers.

But then I thought:

"If Paolo was able
to provoke this in these strangers,

what's going on here?"

It really was as if Paolo was
everyone's brother,

of each one of us.

People's ideas and actions won't stop
in front of barbarity

After Falcone and Paolo Borsellino,

it was a bit like part of my life
had ended, too.

However, it also originated…

In addition to the citizen's protests,

that we felt really close,
the comeback started.

PALERMO, END OF JULY 1992
OPERATION "SICILIAN VESPERS"

A huge anti-mafia commitment followed
the emotional wave of the massacres.

The chance of using
sophisticated electronic surveillance

and telephone tapping,

the cooperative witness rules system,
the "hard prison regime"

are tools that place Italy
in a leading position in the West.

PALERMO
SEPTEMBER 1992

I had a big desire for justice, too,

so I tried to fight in the front row
to achieve it.

I wanted to join the investigation team
dealing with the massacres.

Yes, everything looks pretty good to me.

I passed all the physical
and psychological test, Mr La Barbera.

-I took them more than once.
-I'm very happy for you.

But?

Vullo, I can't take you
in the "Falcone-Borsellino" team.

You understand that, right?
You're too involved.

If you need me to work 24/7,
I can do that.

Yes, I'm involved, but you won't find
a policeman more driven than me.

I am the first wanting to find those
who killed my colleagues and the Judge.

Try me, please.

Thank you, Vullo.

It felt like my whole world was crumbling
because I…

couldn't be the policeman I wanted to be
and I kind of let myself go.

I saw myself parked in the office

and I grew more and more indolent…

MAZARA DEL VALLO, TRAPANI
14 SEPTEMBER 1992

Meanwhile, the Mafia still craved
for blood.

They wanted to eliminate Judge
Borsellino's closest collaborators, too.

Rino Germanà returns fire saving himself.

In that car, there were three
of the most dangerous Cosa Nostra killers,

Giovanni Brusca, Matteo Messina
Denaro and Leoluca Bagarella.

FLORENCE, VIA DEI GEORGOFILI
27 MAY 1993

Let's remember that the attack

to the State continued in 1993.

After the capture of Riina, Bagarella,
Brusca and most of all the Gravianos,

they decided to bring the war
against the State in Italy,

across the Strait of Messina
which was an important transition

leading to a greater determination
of the State against Cosa Nostra.

PALERMO POLICE HEADQUARTERS
JANUARY 1993

All this time to give it back to us?

-Where's the red diary?
-I'm sorry, red diary?

-My father's.
-Everyone saw him putting it in the bag.

He must have taken it out before,
since it never arrived here.

Or maybe you made it disappear.

You're either talking nonsense
or you're still worn out.

You may need to take your daughter
to a good psychologist.

Don't you dare speak to my daughter
like this! Let's go, Lucia.

His wife and kids have always affirmed
that Paolo Borsellino

had become inseparable
from that red diary.

The fact that it was never found
opens up to the mystery we all know about

about who and why took that red diary
away from Paolo Borsellino's bag.

It's certain that a red diary
was inside the bag.

The bag inside Borsellino's car

is picked up in the first place
and then delivered to individuals

belonging to the Carabinieri.

It travels a stretch of road,

goes outside
the area delimited by the investigation

and then comes back
and it's put inside the car,

a car that was burning.

And so the diary ended up in the flames.

Then the firefighters intervene

and are able to put out the fire
that broke out in the automobile.

At that point, they took the bag

that ends up in the Quaestor's room

and stays there for five months
without anyone taking care of it.

One of the members of the command
that set up the car bomb

that massacred Borsellino
and the five members of the escort

is a 27-year-old with a criminal record,
Vincenzo Scarantino.

Trivial criminal record
but remarkable kinship,

leading directly to the most powerful
and bloodthirsty Mafia families,

the military arm
of Totò Riina's Corleonesi.

Scarantino wasn't convincing
under any aspect,

not even under the one of his affinity
with Cosa Nostra.

The willingness to solve the case

giving a solution to the public opinion

it surely isn't commendable.

Guiltily, two or three of us
who knew the situation didn't…

On that occasion,
we didn't do our job to the core

because it was evident
that he was a character

built in a cop laboratory.

Scarantino tells that he stole
the Fiat 126 used to carry out the attack.

He claims that the theft was ordered
by Pietro Aglieri,

boss of the Guadagna mandamento.

Scarantino gives many names,

names of people
who declare themselves innocent.

-Antonio.
-Mrs. Borsellino, how are you?

-Hi, Manfredi.
-Hi.

How are you?

-It hurts me if you don't call.
-I don't want to bother, Ma'am.

Bother? You're family.

-May I ask you something?
-Sure.

What do you think
about Scarantino's confession?

What should I think, Manfredi?
How can anyone believe that?

-Right.
-All lies, and they know it.

They know it and pretend they don't.
So they can leave the massacre

and my husband's investigation behind.

Antonio, the truth is
that we're surrounded by wolves.

This is the worst moment,
since they killed him.

Don't tell me about it, Ma'am.
I sometimes feel like escaping the Police.

But my sense of duty tells me I have
to do whatever I can to find the truth.

They will all be against us.
All of them, Antonio.

I couldn't care less, Ma'am.

I am a man of the State.

Years lost investigating false statements
by false repentants.

Those of us involved in the massacre

felt embittered, disappointed
and a bit betrayed, too.

That surely offended

the sacrifice
of Via D'Amelio martyrs.

I don't think that these 15 years
have been unnecessarily lost,

in that, they conveniently wanted
to lose them. In that…

Because more than a mafioso
explained to the magistrates,

to the investigators, that Scarantino
wasn't part of Cosa Nostra,

that he knew nothing, that he was lying.
They wanted to believe it.

The victims' families, who were
already suffering, were given false hopes,

gifting them, out of the goodness
of the Courts, with a truth,

that was a false truth.

And other surely innocent individuals

served more than 15 years of prison
under 41-bis on the island prisons.

-Who do you want to amuse, key-turning?
-I am marked for life.

I am the one who killed Borsellino,
but it wasn't me.

I've never killed anyone in my life.

Everyone claims they're innocent in here,
but I believe you.

But why?

Because the one who
killed Paolo Borsellino…

it's me.

Gaspare Spatuzza start cooperating
with the judicial process

at the end of June 2008.

He self-accuses of a portion
of Via D'Amelio massacre

that coincides with what Scarantino
self-accused of,

saying that he stole the car
used for the attack.

On the orders of Giuseppe Graviano,

Vittorio Tutino and I stole a Fiat 126.

When I was ordered of stealing the car,

I immediately thought
about magistrate Chinnici.

Because also for Chinnici
it was used a Fiat 126,

so I thought about a massacre.

Of course, Spatuzza's statements

allowed us to hope
that the right moment had arrived,

the moment to obtain the truth
we've been looking for 25 years now.

On 18 July, they told me
to bring the stolen car

in a garage near Via D'Amelio.

I had two cars in front of me,
so I avoided two roadblocks.

We arrived in a building
near Via D'Amelio, I went down the ramp,

entered a box they had open,
and there I met

Lorenzo Tinnirello, Francesco Tagliavia,
and a third person I didn't know.

I told them to wipe off the fingerprints,

to erase any trace, and I left.

Whereas they stayed in the box

to prepare the primer and the explosive
they put in the Fiat 126.

After 25 years,
the Courts did what they could.

Maybe they could have analysed better
some investigative cues.

But I think the Courts did
what they had to.

But I think that we Italians still don't
know the whole truth about the massacre.

In the period of the Mafia massacres,
Brancaccio's family and I

had a role. I was always doubtful

because I thought that Falcone
was Cosa Nostra's enemy.

Paolo Borsellino was Cosa Nostra's enemy,

but the attacks in Florence,
Milan and Rome

took place on another playing field.
Because when children die,

when innocent people die,
you're no man of honour anymore,

you become a terrorist.
And I said this to Giuseppe Graviano.

He told me that these deaths
would have woken the State up

and that if everything would've gone well,
everyone would've benefited from it.

Then I realised this was political.

In the past,
Cosa Nostra never attacked the State.

In the past, they tried
to make deals with the authorities

in order to get results and profits.

This changed strategy doesn't belong
to Cosa Nostra.

If there were external contacts,

low-level Cosa Nostra repentants
like Spatuzza can't know them.

Someone says we would need
a State repentant. Maybe we do,

in order to let emerge
a more complete truth about what happened

in Italy 25 years ago.

Caltanissetta Assize Court finds
Madonia Salvatore Mario,

Cutino Vittorio, Andreotta
Francesco, Pulci Calogero

guilty of their ascribed crimes.

It sentences Madonia Salvatore Mario
to life imprisonment

with solitary confinement
during daytime for one year.

For the first time, in this country
I saw a glimmer of truth,

a glimmer of justice. They made me hope
something that I didn't hope to see

not even in the few years
I've left to live,

seeing a glimmer of justice.

Strong doubts still remain about
the identification of the instigators,

about the identification of those
who wanted, conceived and planned

the massacre itself.

And when I say "wanted",
I'm referring to people

who are not strictly members
of Cosa Nostra.

Once, during a meeting with the students,

answering a boy's question
Paolo said something heavy:

"I've never believed to the real will
of politics of defeating the Mafia."

However, we have to believe it,
because many things have changed.

Now, generations of youngsters reached
an awareness that wasn't there before.

I often go to Via D'Amelio.

I prefer going when no one's there.

I feel a lot freer
when I'm alone with them.

I've got that sense of relief
for being able to stay with my friends,

since I lost a bit of my life
in Via D'Amelio.

And it remained there with them.

I always think about my colleagues,
about the Judge.

I still have that happy image
of when we were in Villagrazia di Carini.

The image of when they lit
their cigarettes in Via D'Amelio.

Those images are still…

vivid in my mind.

The last images
of those people still alive.

These memories make me feel like this.

Those few minutes I spend there

release me from this worry
I carry inside of me.

I physically came out myself
from the armoured Croma,

but I have the feeling I was helped out
by those colleagues of mine

who were killed in the explosion.

They saw I was trapped
and the car was on fire

and wanted me to avoid a brutal death
like the one they suffered.

I'm convinced they got me out.

Those who are afraid die every day,

those who are not afraid die only once.

Paolo Borsellino

Special thanks to Manfredi Borsellino
for his valuable cooperation

Subtitle translation by: Eva Marano