All language subtitles for Zwei.Saerge.auf.Bestellung.1967.DUAL.COMPLETE.BLURAY-WDC

- Here's the sixth one.
- At this rate, a hundred will arrive!

I Kiss your hand.

- I don't like this letter.
- Why not?

It was posted here, in the village,
last night or early this morning.

Just look at the letterhead.

Another anonymous letter.

You can go.

- They're waiting for your letters.
- Goodbye, doctor.

"This letter is your death sentence.
You will die for what you have done."

These things disgust me.

What have you done?

Six letters in a month,
and still I'm not dead.

It's nonsense.

Don't think about it.

- Who's thinking about it?
- Then play.

Six in a month...
Graphomania.

You know, all cuckolds
are graphomaniacs.

An anonymous letter in this village
is always dangerous.

- I think it's a woman.
- They're just joking.

Who are "they"?

- Them.
- Come on, guys, let's play. Who's first?

I am.

DIE

- I pass.
- Up to three times.

- I'm in.
- Yes.

- TO EACH HIS OWN
- Two cards.

Manno received
another anonymous letter.

I'm not surprised.
He spends all his time chasing the ladies.

That guy sitting in
front of us at the bar...

do you know him?

No, he's not from around here.

He just bought rat poison
in the pharmacy...

- and he's looking at me in a strange way.
- I can see you're scared...

but why don't you go to the police
before you start suspecting everyone?

Even passers-by.
The police have to investigate, not us.

- I'll pick you up tomorrow morning, at 6.
- Okay.

- Don't keep me waiting as usual.
- It's certainly strange.

Why would an outsider come here...
to buy rat poison?

Right, why?

The alarm.

More.

Did you guess the Killer?

It was the wife,
together with her husband's lover.

Any more anonymous letters?

I'll eat out today.

- Did you tell anyone where we're going?
- No.

They can find the good spots
themselves...

I have no intention
to break my back for others.

Come on, Sonia.
Come on, come on.

- I love Sicily at this hour.
- You mean you like it without Sicilians.

What's wrong?

I've got a reason to be worried.
And you?

The problem is, we can't even
trust our friends anymore.

The bigots have confessionals,
the Americans have psychoanalysis.

But us?

Nothing.

Who are they?

I told you, you can't find a new place
without someone else finding out.

You see?
They followed us.

Let's make sure they know we're here,
otherwise they might shoot us.

Hey!
We're here as well!

Antonino...

No! No!

No.
I'll take care of it.

Uncle, stay here with Luisa.

Let me take care of it?

Commissioner, I'd like to spare
my cousin Luisa, Roscio's wife, the pain.

Sure, advocate, come.

- Did you find him?
- Yes.

Lift it.

But why...? Why?

Yes, he's my cousin.
My cousin Luisa's husband, Dr. Roscio.

Yes, the pharmacist,
my friend, Manno.

Do you know anything
about the anonymous letters?

I know what everyone else knows.
Manno didn't hide anything.

And how many did he receive?

- I don't know. I couldn't tell you.
- Did you see them?

No... No!

All I know is that Dr. Roscio, my poor
cousin, didn't have any enemies, understand?

He was a highly respected doctor.
Loved, even.

Perhaps he was killed
by mistake...

because he saw something.
The thought of it is unbearable.

Do you know if Manno
was having an affair?

Please, let me go.

Did you see, advocate?
Did you see this misery?

He didn't have any enemies.

It's impossible to get a match
on the cartridge cases.

There were ten of them,
and some were fired by Manno and Roscio.

There was a car nearby.
We found numerous cigarette stubs...

"Branca".
"Branca" cigarettes.

They killed him!
They killed him!

He was my life!
My life!

Don't be like this, madam.
You're making it worse.

- Get in there.
- How could they do that?

- What did he do?
- Come on, come on!

Paolo!

Open up, Paolo.
Open up, the inspector's here.

You see, inspector?
He's been locked up in his room.

He doesn't want to see anyone.
Even though I have...

Come in, inspector.
How do you feel, my son?

- They were very close.
- La Marca.

What do you want from me?
Any woman in the village will know more.

Look, my mother's here,
she's well informed.

Then there are
his friends from the village...

That's right, you spend
very little time in the village.

Only in the summer.

Sure, the exams last until July,
and start again in September...

Then he teaches in Palermo.
You have to understand, inspector...

he's so tired when he comes home,
he takes the train because he can't drive.

He's away
from all the quarreling.

He's always here reading and writing.
Isn't that true, Paolo?

Yes, she's trying to say
I'm abstracted.

That's right...
distracted.

Have you at least heard about
the anonymous letters he received?

Yes.

Have you seen one of them?
Did you read one?

No.

Strange...

Look in the pharmacy.

- Why?
- Yes, it's simple:

He would've kept them there,
So his wife wouldn't see them.

- It's only natural.
- So Mrs. Manno was jealous of her husband?

I didn't say that.
However...

- do you know Mrs. Manno?
- Yes.

You only need to look at her
to not have any doubts!

- A marriage of convenience.
- This is all speculation.

I'm sorry to have disturbed you, professor.
I'll leave you to your meditation.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

I almost forgot: I checked the pharmacy,
but there was no trace of the letters.

Mrs. Manno is a very honest woman as far
as I know, an unusually virtuous woman...

but she's ugly, poor her,
the ugliest woman God ever created!

And that poor pharmacist did his dirty
tricks to her right in front of her eyes.

She's even naughty.

So I'm quite sure she destroyed the letters
to save her reputation as a wife.

Shoot everything you see.

I want to study it in peace,
one at a time.

Friends, enemies, the widows,
even the notables...

That guy with the moustache
and dark glasses, who's he?

That's Peccorilla, notary.
He knows everything about everyone.

The guy in the front is Zerillo,
the bishop's brother...

and Pistilli's cousin:
"Public Works"...

- Then Corvaia, the richest man in the village.
- Who is that tall old man?

The one with the medal
talking to Peccorilla, the notary?

The retired colonel Dante Selvaggio.
Bronze medal, fascist.

His daughter
married Advocate Maccaluso,

the the brother-in-law
of His Excellency Loprete.

The Lauranas have arrived.

What party does
Professor Laurana belong to?

None, now.
He was a Communist.

He's difficult to understand.

As a Professor,
there's not much to say.

I would define him
as anti-social...

judging from the information
we've received from the political office.

Here's the widow Roscio.

A beautiful woman.

Her husband moved to the village
from Palermo just for her...

I believe it was against
his father's wishes.

The great Professor Roscio,
the famous optician.

He's been retired for many years,
as you know.

They say he was against him moving
out here, as well as the marriage.

That's the cousin, Advocate Rosello.
They're like brother and sister.

- Is that what they say?
- They say it and it's true.

The uncle, arch-priest Don Rosello,
looked after them like his children.

They spent their entire
adolescences in his home.

You see?
The notables are giving their speeches.

They had no power,
so this can't have been a political crime.

It's through a process of elimination
that you arrive at an honor Killing.

But two men shot!

One woman cannot cheat on two men
at the same time.

Two are the cuckolds,
but they were born in the singular.

So what? It could've been the father
and brother of the woman...

- or two brothers.
- Or two hitmen.

Two hitmen cost more than a car,
an apartment.

Okay, but you don't
just get poor cuckolds.

In this case, the instigators
were cuckolds, and they were rich!

The poor pharmacist never touched
the women of powerful people:

Farmers, workers, widows,
sick women.

Luisa, this wasn't
an honor Killing.

Luisa...
Luisa, what's wrong?

Do you feel ill?

This Professor Laurana,
how does he get along with the women?

Well, he's a man for sure,
but he might be impotent.

Which one is Rosina?

There...
to the right of the widow.

You see, Commissioner,
there are two funerals...

- but strangely, there are three widows.
- Christ, she's just a kid.

She just turned 15 in April.

Look behind her, Commissioner.
Watch the farmers...

an old one and two young ones...

Rosina's father
and her two brothers.

The elder one has previous convictions
for damage to property.

- You follow on behind.
- Okay.

- It was logical.
- Poor them.

Who did they get?
Who were they?

The father and brother of the servant.
Who else did you expect to be arrested?

It could've been them,
or someone else.

I think they're innocent.

How can you be So sure?

I looked at the anonymous
letter closely.

It was made from pieces
cut out of the "Oservatore Romano".

Since when does a farmer
read a newspaper for priests?

From a logical point of view,
the Professor is right.

Then why don't you defend those three?
You're a relative of the victim...

- Defend them and they'll be free.
- I'll do it... I'll do it.

Then, if my cousin Luisa brings a civil
case, I'll find myself going up against her.

What if the three they arrested...
were illiterate?

Because they are illiterate.

They'll learn in prison.

Excuse me.

- What is it?
- I want to know...

who receives
the "Oservatore Romano"?

To be honest, Professor...

that's an official secret.
I don't want to get into trouble.

What trouble?

It's for my studies.

In that case, Professor,
we get two copies of "Oservatore Romano".

One for St. Anna's parish...

and the other one is for
the high-priest, Advocate Rosello's uncle.

- That's all?
- That's all.

Okay, thanks.

I Kiss your hand.

Thank you.
It's for my studies.

Pity.
I thought you'd been converted.

No, not yet...

but I'm on the right path.
I'm looking for an article on Manzoni.

All the editions
you asked for are there.

AS you can see,
I'm not involved.

- I don't understand...
- You understood perfectly.

You could put my job
in question.

Yes, it's true,
I like antiques, but that's all.

Come on, professor, I want to show you
something of interest for you...

I know you like these things.

I found it abandoned
in a church in the countryside.

Should I have left it to rot?

- How much is it worth?
- I haven't valued it yet...

I'm going to keep it,
but I want to enjoy it for a while.

There's always time for it to end up in
the home of some thief of the public purse.

- Don't you believe in anything?
- And you?

Well, I...
what have I got to do with it?

I believe in something.

Perhaps too much...

considering the times
we live in.

"This letter
is your death sentence.

For what you have done...
you must die."

- "To each his own."
- DIE

What on earth have you been doing
for the last two hours?

At least I can be alone
in my room.

Please.

- Your silence worries me.
- You think I wrote those letters?

Because you think
I was capable of doing it.

I reconstructed the letter they sent
to Manno from the same newspaper.

- But why?
- Because...

there are three illiterate men behind bars,
and my reconstruction proves...

that others did it.
Got it?

- But why is it so important to you?
- Paolo, why is it important to you?

Only the priests receive copies
of "Oservatore Romano" ” in this village.

But there's no point
trying to explain it to you.

This way please.

Arch-priest Rosello would like
to give it to you personally.

Please come in.

Please.

Here. You need it for an article
on Manzoni?

- Yes.
- Don't worry...

return it whenever you like.

Yes, you must forgive me
if I've disturbed you.

- Especially in these dark days.
- My poor nephew...

Why didn't he go hunting alone
that day?

Then he would still be
with us now.

- This is an obscure crime.
- Obscure?

Mysterious.

Why?
They've already found the culprits.

We must resign ourselves.
What else can we do...

but hope that poor pharmacist
goes to Hell for leading his double life.

Do you really believe
he should go to hell?

Well, then...

have a good day.

Rosa... Rosina...

can you hear me?

Professor Laurana is here,
and wants to speak to you...

He wants to help your father
and your brothers. Open up.

I don't want to.

She's scared.

If her brothers and her father
get released, they'll kill her.

They'll be released anyway.

The important thing is
that I speak to her.

- It's useless, she won't talk.
- Let's go.

On the day of the crime...

the Killings...
where were they?

- They were here.
- Here?

Yes.

But...

- who saw them?
- Everyone saw them.

Who is everyone?

You must have seen them too?

No.

I wasn't here.

I wasn't here.

Laurana, hi.

- 'You're here in Palermo.
- For my exams.

- Did you see?
- I did.

Let's go away.
We can't talk here.

Chicago...
it's like Chicago around here!

But in my village, my honorable village,
they still kill in the traditional way.

Did you hear about poor Roscio?

Sure, I heard.

You know, when I come here,
it feels like I'm in Texas.

Or Dallas.

Laurana, I can tell you...

two weeks before he died,
Roscio came to see me in Rome.

- In Rome?
- Yes, in parliament.

- What did he want from you?
- Come, I'll tell you.

CITIZENS,
PROTECT YOUR GARDENS

Our poor unfortunate friend
met me in Rome.

He asked if I would accuse at the Chamber,
in meetings and in the newspapers...

a notable from your village.

One who has the province under his control,
who wheels, steals and deals.

A notable?
Someone who controls the province?

- Who is it?
- He said he had proof, then disappeared.

Of course,
seeing he was already dead.

And you?
Didn't you connect the two incidents?

I had my suspicions, but the investigation
took a different path... erotica.

But you know what I think?
This mess stinks.

I'm sure there are women
involved somewhere.

There was an air of blackmail,
you know?

As if Roscio wanted to get rid
of someone with a scandal...

protect a woman.

In short, the usual petty
bourgeois custom we well know.

Why don't we go to the police?

You and me, from the far left,
go to the police? Great!

Then they'll immediately accuse me
of political speculation!

- Do you always vote for the party?
- Yes.

But it keeps getting harder.
Do you understand why?

To the police, you say...

We don't even know the name
of the notable Roscio wanted me to report.

Names can be discovered
if you want to!

If you knew how many reports
end with a death threat...

Okay, you're right.

- Look...
- You're behind the times.

Sure, it's you who goes forward!

Is it true you're going to defend
the servant's relatives?

- 'Yes, why?
- A nice gesture!

- Dear Paolo. It's true.
- Hello.

However, I can guarantee you...

that very soon, the real culprits
will be brought to justice.

And who would
those responsible be?

Manno had many lovers.

For once, it won't be the poor
who have to pay.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Good morning, professor.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Rosello.
- Hi, Paolino.

- Want some?
- No, thanks.

- Listen.
- Tell me.

Did your cousin's husband
have a lover?

- I'd exclude that.
- Yesterday morning, in Palermo...

I received some information,
and, if it turns out to be true...

it will change everything.
Someone met your cousin, Roscio...

a few days before he died.

Everyone saw him.
You, me, everyone.

Yes, but not in Rome.
Not in Palazzo Montecitorio...

- but in parliament.
- A politician?

A politician.

Then where does
the woman fit in?

This politician...

got the impression that Roscio was trying
to defend himself against a jealous husband.

He collected proof
against this person.

He had documents...

detailing all the serious crimes
he committed against the state.

Take this.

Forgive my curiosity, Paolino...

but are you sure my cousin
didn't name this politician?

I am sure.

But those documents
he promised him must exist.

Listen...

why don't we go to Luisa's home?
Your cousin.

No, no, no.

It's just not on.
No, no.

Excuse me, but if these documents exist,
they must be somewhere in the house.

In a drawer, in the furniture...
Don't you think so?

Okay, very well.

However...

you have to promise me...
In front of her...

Don't mention he was having an affair.
understood?

So there was a lover.

There was.

Who do you think it was?

...well...

This woman you're talking about...
is her husband a powerful man?

I really don't know, Paolo.
I'll find out, but...

I think so. I think so.
Let's go.

Come on.

No, it seemed right
to leave everything as he left it.

I don't want to poke around his life,
as if he was still alive.

To find what?
Proof of some wrongdoing?

No, the politician
hinted at a political matter.

Luisa, we're just trying
to remove a doubt.

- We want to respect his memory.
- This isn't the way to do that.

Luisa...

I'm mortified.
It's all my fault.

That's not true, Paolo.
We're just doing our duty.

No, that's for me.
Leave it.

Do you really believe the story
of your politician friend...

has something to do
with my husband's death?

- Yes.
- And the anonymous letters?

The anonymous letters he received
where do they fit in?

I put it down
to the killer's astuteness.

The pharmacist
was a false target.

It was him, your poor husband...

who they wanted to Kill.

To silence him forever.

I have to go.
They're waiting for me.

- I'll come with you.
- No, Paolino, keep on looking.

It's a big house,
it hides things.

- Call me if you find something?
- Yes.

Let's keep looking.

I'm sorry.
Perhaps I shouldn't stay...

No, we have to look around.
Come on.

My daughter is asleep.

This is his study.

I haven't touched anything.

He may have hidden
the documents in here.

It's the only place.

Your daughter...
does she know?

She doesn't know anything.
We told her he went away.

Seeing you dressed in black,
doesn't she say anything?

No, she even told me
I look better like this.

Luisa...
excuse me, I'm tired, and...

and there's nothing here.

He might have left them
with your father-in-law.

You're right, it's possible.

Tomorrow, I'm going to Palermo
for my exams...

Maybe I could pay him a visit.

My father-in-law?
Sure.

Yes.
It's the only thing we can do.

The entrance is there.

Luisa...

you came as well?

Yes, it's better.
I might be useful to you.

He says he doesn't know anything.
He's become suspicious.

Look at all the bells.

He always wants to know
where everybody is in the house:

The servant, me, the guests.

He's in there.

- Aren't you coming?
- No, goon.

Come in, come in. Come here, Paolo.
Come in, my dear, come in.

What a pleasure.
Thank you for coming to see me.

Look at what I'm reduced to.

For a famous optician, the Eternal Father
has decreed the highest penalty:

Absolute blindness.

Drink something.
Serve yourself.

Tell me...
my daughter-in-law told me...

you have some new suspects?

Yes, we wanted to know if you noticed
your son behaving differently?

Professor, you...

did you notice
anything different?

You see, Paolo...

my son was a very...
complicated man.

He was always in love.

My daughter-in-law
is very beautiful, isn't she?

Yes.

Or perhaps
simply a lot of woman...

When we were Kids
we used to call them...

"bed-worthy".

Come here, Paolo, come here.

Let's go to the balcony.
I don't feel safe talking here.

Hear that?
My daughter-in-law in the bedroom.

What color
is Monte Pellegrino today?

- Purple.
- As always.

My son, on the other hand,
changed a lot.

Did he ever tell you
his secrets?

Paolo, some things are best left
in the obscurity you find them in.

I'm sorry, but are you thinking
of something specific or not?

There is something about my son's murder
that makes me think of the living.

It causes me pain.
We must help them...

- the living.
- Help the living?

You mean the Killers?

If someone was responsible, you must look
among the people closest to him.

You could start with me,
because...

a father is always guilty.
Always...

responsible.

No, for me a Killer is a Killer.
They must be caught and punished.

It's a problem.

Look in the drawer in my desk.

Have a good look.
There...

There's a parcel.

Yes, yes.

This is the one.
My son gave it to me...

a week before he died.
Take it, my dear, take it.

Do what you want with it.

Take it.

What do you think is inside?

I don't know,
and I hope I never find out.

As you can see, I'm also one of the living
who need to be helped.

- Thank you, Professor.
- Goodbye, dear.

- See you.
- Bye. Farewell.

I haven't opened it.

He still doesn't trust me,
after all these years.

Deep down, he's an unhappy old man.
You must understand:

Perhaps he thinks
these aren't women's things.

That's not true.
That's not true, he hates me.

He never wanted his son
to marry me...

the niece of a priest.

Open it.

- It looks like a diary.
- You read it.

- There are pages missing.
- Let me see...

Oh God, what has he written!

Paolo, I beg you:
Don't read it.

These are personal things.
Shameful...

- Shameful.
- Luisa.

Forget about what you read.

We shouldn't
see each other anymore.

Good morning.

FOR A NICE SURPRISE, GO TO THE PALACE
OF JUSTICE IN PALERMO TOMORROW.

To Palermo...

After you, please.

Paolino, you're here too?

Yes, for a certificate.

Let me introduce you
to the Honorable Apello.

Come on, don't be afraid.
He might be useful to you.

Allow me to introduce
Professor Laurana.

Politically speaking,
he's a little distant from us...

but he's an intelligent man.
Culturally prepared.

He's someone who should be helped.
Right, Paolino?

- You know I'll do anything for my friends.
- You hear that?

Sometimes even
for my intelligent enemies.

Sorry, but the judge is in a hurry.
Goodbye.

Good morning.

Sure, sure.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing, Your Honor.

And now...

Doctor, remember to speak
to that person today...

- because my life could change completely.
- Yes, yes, I'll do it.

- Are you free?
- Where to?

- What area is this?
- Kalsa.

Wait a minute.

Pull over, please.

- Shall I continue?
- Drive, drive.

- Who's making you do it?
- Do what?

- Follow Ragana.
- Who's Ragana?

Ragana is Ragana.

Excuse me, madam.
I'd like to talk to your brother.

- It's not a good time.
- It's important.

- He's eating.
- I must speak to him.

Come in, Professor.
You are always welcome.

But...

Good evening.

Please.

A modest dinner.

Excuse me.

A notable...

A notable who steals, runs rackets
and lays down the law.

- Who do you think it is?
- In the village?

In the village, maybe the area.
The entire province.

No, what I mean is, if we limit it
to the village the answer is easy...

but if we look further afield,
it becomes confusing, dizzying.

We'll limit ourselves
to the village.

Rosello.

Advocate Rosello. He's the only notable
in the village, the big shot.

Then there are the smaller guys.
Some might include me amongst them.

But Rosello is no...

Rosello is a fool,
but he's very astute.

He would walk over corpses
to get where he wants to be...

except for the body of his uncle,
the high-priest, naturally.

So, Rosello is part of the board
of directors of "Furiaris".

500,000 a month, and he gets two million
annually as consultant to the society...

three million as a member of "Siculedile".
As a politician he's opened a new course...

in league with the socialists
and Communists from the province...

and they are
already giving him the wink.

To the king!

Yes, but apart from Rosello, who
else in the province would fit the bill?

We must exclude the members
of parliament and the senators.

Let's exclude them.

Well, Commander Fedeli,
Doctor Jacobini...

the lawyer Esposito,
the lawyer Evangelisti...

- Pinuzzo, Professor Macomer.
- Professor Macomer.

Professor, how do you live?
What do you do?

How come you ignore everything
in your village?

The time of the poets
with their heads in the clouds is over.

It's true.

Checkmate.

It really is over.

- Good evening, Mr. Advocate.
- Good evening.

What did you think
of Honorable Apello?

I was more impressed with the guy
with black glasses. Who was he?

He's a good guy, from Montalmo.
Why do you want to know?

Because he impressed me.

He really is
an impressive guy, yes.

- Is he from Montalmo?
- Did I say he was from Montalmo?

Yes.

Strange because he's not from Montalmo,
he's from Palermo...

If he's really from Palermo...

What's his name?

I don't think I know.

Isn't his name Ragana?

I told you,
I don't know his name.

That's his name, Ragana.

Paolo...

it's him:
It's my cousin Rosello.

It's written here,
at the beginning of April.

He mentions someone.

A thief, a profiteer
who should be in prison.

- This person isn't named.
- Isn't named?

No, but it's obvious
that it's my cousin.

I'd started to guess...

but when he took on the defense
of those unfortunate men...

he had me fooled.

I still can't believe it.

Your cousin ordered the hit...

and Ragana was the executor.
Ragana, the delinquent of Palermo.

I saw them together.
This is not an accident, you know?

Someone alerted me.

- Who?
- Who? Someone who knows everything...

and says things a bit at a time.
A person who counts.

I'm scared of my cousin.

The way he makes himself at home,
like he's the boss.

I'm scared.

Luisa...

Would you really be capable
of going up against your cousin, Rosello?

We must have proof.
It won't be easy.

I've been so stupid;
I trusted him blindly.

Then you told him everything?

Not quite everything.

Luisa, listen.

- We've got to do something.
- But what?

Take the diary for now.

- What are you doing?
- Let go.

Get in the car.

We need to talk, Paolino.

- Whenever you want.
- 'Yes, but not here.

There's too much noise.

We need a quiet place.

The Palm Hotel,
tonight, around seven.

There have been some developments.
Try to be there.

- Your safety deposit box is number seven.
- Thank you.

You're welcome.

The writer was inspired by
a historical figure of the 17th century:

Father Diego La Matina of Ragalbuto,
who came from his hometown...

to describe how this friar
was condemned to the stake...

for having asked for
and wanting justice...

and to help us understand
how these customs...

have been continuously recurring
over the centuries.

- Understood?
- Yes, Professor...

- but I haven't studied it.
- Bad! You can go.

Mr. Dean, if you'll allow me,
I'll resume this afternoon.

- Yes, yes, great work.
- Thank you.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Professor, a quick word.
- Who...?

- How was my daughter's history exam?
- Please leave me in peace.

- Hello.
- What did he say to you?

He wants to see me tonight.

You mustn't go.

- Why did he say something to you?
- No, not a word.

All the way home, then he told me
I should never leave the village.

So you came here?

I was scared...

Where did you put the diary?

It's in a safety deposit box
at the station. Here's the key.

Let go, I'll keep it.

I have to go now.

- Why don't we go to the police, Luisa?
- No, not yet.

He's strong,
he can defend himself.

Perhaps we should send
an anonymous letter to the police?

What?

Sorry, I'm talking rubbish.

Bye. I have to see other people here
in Palermo to get some information. Bye.

- Where can I find you?
- At my father-in-law's house.

Bye.

What's wrong with you?
What's wrong?

What happened?

You know what's going on
better than me.

Do you want me to have a heart attack?
What kind of trouble are you in?

- FOLLOW YOUR OWN PATH IF YOU DON'T...
- What have you done?

- WANT TO END UP IN A CEMETERY.
- You must go away now! To Rome. Away!

Or stay at home for a few days.
Do it for me.

Is there a woman involved?

Paolo.

- Leave me alone.
- So there is a woman?

Stop it.

Palermo 230468, please.
It's Laurana...

It's urgent. I'd like to call direct,
if possible. Thank you.

Hello?
Roscio household.

It's you, Luisa.

No, the opposite.

I think I did well to call you.
I received an anonymous letter.

A death threat.

It was also made up of pieces
from "Oservatore Romano".

Me as well.

What do you mean, you as well?

- What are we going to do?
- We'll wait.

No, I'll find him tonight.
He has to know I have more information...

- and that it would be unwise to hurt us.
- I'll be here tomorrow as well.

- Keep me up to date.
- Yes.

Yes, I'll be in Palermo tomorrow morning.
Goodbye, Luisa.

Hello?

- Good evening.
- Professor.

According to you, what animal
keeps its beak in the ground?

I don't know.

- The widow.
- Tell me something:

- War widows as well?
- Yes, sure.

I won't let you.

- Why are you laughing, idiot?
- It's a difficult alliance, complicated...

Paolino!

What are you doing here?

Two hours.
Two hours, blessed son!

You kept me waiting like a fool.
The judge was here too.

Why?
I have some good news for you.

The father and the brothers
of the...

The father and the brothers
of the servant have an alibi.

I discovered it.
They'll be released tomorrow morning.

I went to their farm.

I found the witnesses and
persuaded them to talk, one by one.

In short,
I succeeded where you failed.

You did well.

We must celebrate tonight,
Paolino.

Do you want to come with me?
Come on, come on.

Will you really come with me?

Where?

Go, go.

There are two of them,
just outside the village.

Two what?

Two single girls.

They drive an Alfa 2000
with Florence license plates...

I'll get the car ready.
Make sure they don't notice you...

- otherwise they'll follow us.
- Listen...

Are you scared?

Good, Paolo.
That's how friends are made.

My car is outside,
on the corner. Got it?

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Good evening.

Get in.
Come on, get in.

I received this letter
this evening.

- It's a death threat.
- Close your door.

Close it!

I inherited a habit
from your poor cousin Roscio.

That's nice.

I'll keep a diary.
Up to the minute.

I'll keep this diary locked away
in my office at the college.

In Palermo.

They were here.
I can't see them anymore.

- They'll be in that car there.
- No, it was a white Alfa.

Go home.
Go back to your mother.

And leave Luisa alone,
understood?

I'm spending the night
with a woman.

I know who you're going to see.

Luisa Roscio.

Her husband's only been dead two months,
and she already...

I'm going to see
the high-priest tomorrow morning.

- To your uncle.
- Please, listen...

Don't do anything rash.
I must go to Palermo.

Tomorrow you'll know why.
But let me go now. Bye.

Professor, I've never
taken you to Palermo.

- Don't worry, I won't say a word.
- Thanks.

- The hotel is there.
- Thanks.

You don't even need an ID.

- Salvatore, do you want some melons?
- No, thank you.

Okay, goodbye.
And not a word.

I'll take care of it.

- Is there a telephone?
- No.

Thanks.

- Can I make a call, please?
- Come in, it's on the right.

Thank you.

Hello? Is...

Is commissioner Baldi there?

This is Professor Laurana.
It's urgent.

It's you.
I need to talk to you immediately.

No, I can't talk on the phone.

It's too early.

I know, I'm sorry.
Okay, okay. At midday.

I'll pass by the station, okay.
It's urgent.

Bye.

Hello Luisa.
There have been some developments. Yes.

- Shall we meet?
- Okay, where?

At Villa Bonanno?

Yes, right away.

Where did you sleep?

- 1 slept in a hotel here in Palermo.
- Why?

Yesterday evening,
your cousin...

- he scared me.
- How?

They wanted to take me away in a car,
but I was smarter than them.

I told him I kept a diary detailing
everything I did, day-by-day.

It's not true.

Understand?
It's not true.

I made an appointment to see a friend
in the police this morning here in Palermo.

When?

Midday.

Let's give this some thought.

Are you having doubts right now?

You're accusing my cousin
of killing my husband.

Either way, my family
would be ruined by the scandal.

What if they don't arrest him?

He has powerful friends.
I know him, he'd seek revenge.

Let's stop here for a while,
and pretend nothing's happened...

and that no one's after us.

What's going on between
you and your cousin?

Why?

- What have they told you?
- The others, nothing.

Forgive me, but it feels like there's
almost an understanding between you two.

I was his lover.

- Are you still?
- No.

Was this before or after
you married Roscio?

Before.

We fell in love
when we were Kids.

But cousins can't marry
unless they get permission from the church.

My uncle, the high-priest,
didn't allow it.

Roscio...
I never loved him.

Served and respected, yes.
But I never loved him.

He only ever thought of me
as a body.

What's wrong?
Do you feel ill?

No, I can't tell you everything.

I can't!

I feel sick.

Luisa...

- Luisa... Luisa...
- No.

No...

- No...
- Why not?

Get in.

Give me the key
to the safety deposit box.

Nothing to tell me?

I began to understand a few days
before she stopped mourning.

I knew straight away, because Roscio's
servant is the mother of my aunt's servant.

Look who's here.

Good morning.
Good morning. Good morning.

Good morning.
Good morning. Good morning.

They really created
a masterpiece.

What a pleasure it is
to see you again, Your Honor.

Madam.

Good morning, Your Excellency.

They created a real masterpiece.

I'm going to explode
if I don't talk to someone.

- Who do you want to talk about?
- The person you were talking about earlier.

- Who were we talking about?
- Poor Laurana.

- What about poor Laurana?
- Poor innocent, he didn't know a thing.

Bite my finger.
Bite it...

You're like Swedes,
but we're in Sicily, Italy.

I heard something that must remain
between us regarding Laurana...

He was an idiot.