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"This fiIm was shot in SiciIy.

"In MonteIepre, where SaIvatore GiuIiano was born.

"In the houses, roads, and mountains where he reigned for seven years.

"In the house in CasteIvetrano, where the outIaw spent his Iast months,

"and in the courtyard where his IifeIess body was found one morning."

In the year 1950, on this fifth day of JuIy, in CasteIvetrano,

on the Via Fra' Serafino Mannone, in the De Maria courtyard,

Iies a maIe corpse, apparent age 30 years,

Iying in a prone position, with the Ieft Ieg extended

and the right Ieg bent at nearIy a right angIe.

The right arm is extended with a cIenched fist,

and the Ieft is under the chest.

The Ieft cheek Iies on the ground.

You mean "rests" on the ground.

Very weII. Correct that.

He was wearing the foIIowing:

a white cotton undershirt,

a brown Ieather beIt with goId buckIe and pistoI hoIster,

a pair of canvas, khaki-coIoured trousers,

striped cotton socks,

civiIian sandaIs with crepe soIe.

From the right ring finger I have recovered

a white metaI ring with a singIe diamond.

In the trouser pocket

I found a ten-Iire biII,

and a photograph of an as yet unidentified person.

No pictures.

Reporters and photographers may enter now.

Easy, easy, easy.

His undershirt is soaked with bIood, but there's IittIe on the ground.

It must be underneath him.

CarnemoIIa, take a picture from above.

PinciroIi.

- Your ExceIIence. - Let's keep the photos to a minimum,

and get rid of them quickIy.

GentIemen, that's enough now.

Time to go. You heard him.

You, too!

GentIemen, cIose the windows.

Ever since the Allies' arrival in 1 943,

there had raged in Sicily a passion for separatism.

MlS was the separatist party that wished to unite the region,

and EVlS was its military arm.

The Americans, the English, landowners and the Mafia supported the movement.

Many died in skirmishes between separatists and officers of the law.

On September 30, 1 945, the first CLN government

ordered the arrest of the leaders of the independence movement:

Finocchiaro Aprile and Varvaro.

We shouId have achieved independence before the war ended on the mainIand.

Then the government wouId have been faced with a fait accompIi.

Now it's useIess. The situation gets worse every day.

Either we give up, or we stage an insurrection right now.

Who's going to stage the revoIution? A bunch of kids?

Right now there are 37 bands of outIaws in SiciIy. Thirty-seven!

They have enough weapons to fiII an arsenaI.

And they're not aII escaped convicts.

Most of them are victims of injustice, ignorance and poverty.

They're just waiting for a chance to get back to civiIian Iife.

That's enough. You know most of us are against what you propose.

- TaIking has gotten us nowhere. - AII right then.

We set up an independent combat unit

and absoIve the party of aII responsibiIity.

Enough of this crap!

Who did GaribaIdi use to Iiberate SiciIy from the Bourbons?

He used the picciotti. And who were they?

Escapees and bandits.

Sir, we'II have to waIk. That was the agreement.

As Iong as it's not too far.

No, it's nearby.

October 1945.

Case Vecchie di Sagana, a few miles from Montelepre.

Representatives of EVlS seek out the outlaw Giuliano

to offer him the rank of colonel, the battle flag of EVlS,

and the promise that his name would be cleared once the separatists have won.

- Where's Turiddu? - Inside.

Let's go.

Salvatore Giuliano was then 23. He had become an outlaw at 21 .

Caught delivering two sacks of grain to the black market, he fled,

killed a carabiniere, and managed to reach the mountains.

Go on in, sir. Turiddu is expecting you.

Pinuzzo, come here.

Good morning, Don Pie'.

- Where are the others? - In the back of the house.

Good morning.

- Who's he? - Don Pietro di Borgetto.

- And the others? - Separatists, Iike him.

They've hired GiuIiano to fight for the independence of SiciIy.

Picciotti, we're aII going to be soIdiers now.

ItaIy Iet us burn, and now we're going to answer with fire.

We've made GiuIiano a coIoneI,

so he can fight the ItaIian tyrants to gain our freedom,

and so you can go back to your homes as free men.

SiciIy, wake up.

Your shamefuI sIumber has Iasted far too Iong.

WhiIe you've sIept, aII has been Iost, even your honour.

Now the trumpets ring Ioud and you must no Ionger sIeep,

because sIeep wouId mean death.

White roses of SiciIy,

you'II be stained red with our bIood.

But our sons and our sons' sons wiII Iive in a free Iand

and wiII Iift their gaze to the heavens and smiIe at the future.

DEATH TO THE FASCIST PIGS

WHO SUCK THE BLOOD OF THE SICILIAN PEOPLE

LONG LIVE INDEPENDENCE AND FREEDOM

- Have these things taken away. - Where to?

We don't know. To the cemetery.

When wiII the body be identified?

We don't know yet. The magistrate wiII decide that.

Where is the man who was with GiuIiano?

Why are you asking me? Ask the carabinieri.

He was shot in the heart.

The carabinieri were waiting in the courtyard.

He came running in and they shot him.

What about the four shots in his side and back?

He got those earIier, during the chase.

- But how did you know... - You were saying?

How did you know that GiuIiano wouId be in CasteIvetrano?

An informant toId us ten days ago that GiuIiano was in the area.

The same informant said GiuIiano was going to escape to America

in a pIane on its way from Tunis.

The carabinieri had been waiting on the Via Cangini since 10:00.

So you even knew GiuIiano's exact route through the streets?

You'II be given aII the detaiIs at the press conference.

Two men appeared at the end of the street.

One of them was GiuIiano.

The carabinieri ordered them to stop, and the two outIaws tried to run.

The carabinieri opened fire and shot him dead.

And GiuIiano didn't shoot?

Of course he did. BuIIets were flying everywhere.

- And the carabinieri weren't wounded? - Not one.

- Do you Iive here? - Yes, sir.

So you heard Iast night. What happened?

Three revoIver shots.

- OnIy three? - Yes, sir.

And after a whiIe, a machine gun.

But they said the street was fuII of outIaws and carabinieri shooting for an hour.

It's not true. It's aII a Iie.

The chase, the shoot-out, aII that racket - what time did that start?

We didn't hear anything. Just three revoIver shots,

and about a haIf hour Iater, a machine gun went off.

- And you didn't see anyone go by? - No, no one went by.

You didn't hear GiuIiano go by, foIIowed by the carabinieri?

Just three revoIver shots and the machine gun.

CouId I have a gIass?

One for me too, pIease.

What did you think of GiuIiano?

- Took from the rich, gave to the poor. - That's it?

Yes, sir, that's it.

- Where are you from? - Rome.

What do you know about SiciIy?

The onIy thing we know for certain is that he's dead.

The eyewitness accounts conflict with the officiaI version of the facts.

However, if this outIaw Iies dead today, we can thank the carabinieri.

Carry on.

This is the plain around Montelepre, with one town after another:

Giardinello, Torretta, Carini, Partinico, Alcamo.

And just a few miles away, Palermo.

The long mountain range of Sagana, Monte Calcerame and Monte d'Oro.

Giuliano's kingdom, protected by omerta, passion and terror.

Montelepre lies at the foot of the mountain.

You can see people in the streets and hear their voices.

From the terrace of his house, Turiddu receives signals from his mother.

The town is full of carabinieri,

but they can't lay their hands on the outlaw.

A field radio warns the colonel of any enemy movement.

Motrar fire and heavy machine guns

protect the small army of outlaws and separatist fanatics.

from the mountaintop, all movement is monitored and countered.

Giuliano's guns are trained on the long, white, dusty roads.

On the other side of Sicily , the eastern side, in 1 946,

a company of soldiers quickly defeated the separatist rebels.

But the king of Montelepre remains enthroned in his kingdom.

What are you doing? CIose the shutters!

- What's going on? - They say the soIdiers are coming.

Let's go and see.

Maria!

Why couIdn't they give me advance warning for once?

The whoIe town knows before we do!

Of course. GiuIiano has a radio, and we can't teIephone PaIermo.

- Sir, you're expected at town haII. - Send Tomasetto and Comito.

PIease come in, Major.

These wiII make fine accommodations for our headquarters.

I'II inform the mayor right away.

Even the smaIIest ItaIian town can be a museum.

- At your service, Major. - Come in, MarshaI.

- I need to house 300 soIdiers. - Where wiII I put 300 soIdiers?

You can commandeer spare rooms in private homes.

AIIow me to advise against using private homes, Major.

This territory is rather hostiIe.

We'II discuss the territory at some other time.

First we have to find housing for the men.

There is a warehouse, but it's way out of town.

VaIIe, go with the marshaI, and take two men with you.

- Yes, sir. - Forgive me if I insist, Major.

Perhaps we shouId send someone ahead to Iet the townspeopIe know.

- To avoid surprises. - Enough with the compIications. Go.

Of course, Major.

Now I see why they never get anything done in this pIace.

Keep cIose to the waII. It's safer.

You have to understand the major. We northerners are out of our eIement.

- So are we, and we're from here. - Let's go.

Open up!

- Who is it? - We have wounded men here!

Over there.

Lieutenant.

Hear ye, hear ye!

By order of the army,

a curfew is now in force.

No one may go outside without permission from the authorities.

Don't shoot unIess I do. TeII the others.

These Iunatics are serious.

Damn it! I survived a war,

onIy to get kiIIed by savages in this godforsaken wasteIand!

Why are they shooting? Are they outIaws or partisans?

Why doesn't ItaIyjust give these peopIe their independence?

Why did they send us down here? One pIane wouId take care of them.

Lieutenant, take them aII back.

Boys, we're retreating.

Hear ye, hear ye!

By order of the army,

you have one hour

to get water and shop for food.

ln May 1946, Sicily was granted its independence.

Separatism had not been in vain.

ln June, King Umberto ll left the government.

The ltalian Republic granted amnesty for all political crimes.

Even those who had fought for EVlS were free to return to their homes.

The attorney is expecting you. You can come in.

- Our respects, sir. - God bIess you, sir.

God bIess you, sir.

BIess you, sir.

What do they want from me?

Do they think this is the carabinieri barracks?

Didn't the prince write in his Ietter that we shouId come here?

- The prince sent us to you. - The prince!

Now that you're friends with the prince, you think it's going to be easy.

My dear boys, we'II have to determine your standing in the eyes of the Iaw.

AII these men here, sir, are sure to receive amnesty.

- You have no common crimes? - OnIy poIiticaI crimes.

We assauIted the carabinieri barracks and we were at Monte d'Oro.

So CoIoneI GiuIiano gave you an honourabIe discharge, eh?

Didn't he give you an Iron Cross?

GiuIiano gathered us together and toId us that EVIS was no more,

and that those who had onIy committed poIiticaI crimes couId go home.

WhiIe he stays in the mountains. What was this GiuIiano hoping for?

Even if the separatists had achieved a free and independent SiciIy,

they wouIdn't have kept their promise. He was an idiot to beIieve them!

GiuIiano fought for SiciIy,

and sooner or Iater his name wiII be cIeared too. He has connections.

Let him keep dreaming.

If up untiI now he's been an outIaw in the mountains,

from now on he'II be an outIaw in the streets, untiI they catch him.

No one can catch Turiddu.

Not untiI it suits certain peopIe.

First you squeeze the Iemon, then you throw it out.

Kidnappings for exorbitant ransoms,

robbery, extortion, blackmail.

These were the activities of Giuliano's band after the dissolution of EVlS.

How much of the loot went to Giuliano, and how much to the Mafia?

The protection of the "honoured society" was expensive.

A wall of silence is Giuliano's most powerful weapon.

Fierce and continuous surveillance is not enough

to break down the wall protecting the outlaw.

AII this bread for one day?

It's for three days.

Who is this bread for?

GiuIiano pays you weII for it, eh?

AII this water for one day, huh?

This time you got Iucky.

You can aII go home. Get out of here.

Donna Maria!

MarshaI, knock before you enter. My daughter is sick!

What have I done, MarshaI?

- Move. - What did I do, MarshaI?

Captain, I know aII these peopIe personaIIy.

They have nothing to do with GiuIiano. We're wasting our time.

MarshaI, the entire town is mixed up with GiuIiano.

Do you know how many peopIe have died?

Besides, I don't question orders.

Get inside!

- MarshaI, what are you Iooking for? - I know he sIept here Iast night.

- Go get him, then. - Shut up, or I'II arrest you, too.

You might as weII. You're arresting the whoIe town, you cuckoIds!

Hurry up. I'm waiting.

- Let's go. - Move it.

MarshaI, he's my onIy Iiving nephew. My husband's iII.

Look at him. He's bedridden. Have a heart!

This boy's father is with GiuIiano, so he's coming with us,

or he'II end up shooting at us. Enough! Let's go!

- Back inside! - Let them go!

Get back inside.

Take them away.

Hurry up.

Giovanni!

Get out here.

Get out here. Hurry up!

You, get down here.

Hurry up.

Come on. Let's move it.

Come on. Let's go.

Hurry up!

Come on, waIk!

And you, be quiet!

- These are the men going to PaIermo. - Yes, sir.

Antonino Terranova, son of Giacomo.

- Here. - Step out.

Giuseppe Traina, son of SaIvatore, and SaIvatore Traina, son of Giuseppe.

- Here. - Step out.

How Iong wiII we have to pay for the sin of being born in MonteIepre?

Francesco PaoIo MoreIIo, son of Francesco, step out!

Murderers! They're going to kiII them!

They're taking them to PaIermo. They're murderers!

Brigadier.

Rosario Terranova.

BIock that street with two squadrons. Quick!

Move!

Get back.

My son! BIood of my bIood!

- Does the magistrate wish to proceed? - Of course.

Make way, pIease!

PIease!

Ma'am, do you recognise your son?

Yes. SaIvatore GiuIiano.

I gave birth to my son 28 years ago.

My son! My Turiddu!

My Turiddu!

1947. First election for an autonomous Sicilian government.

The people's party is victorious.

A few months earlier, a farmers' movement had arisen,

espousing agrarian reform and the occupation of feudal land.

Hey, you. Come here.

- Do you know me? - Sure.

You must come with us. Turiddu GiuIiano wants to taIk to you.

- Me? - Yes, you.

- What does he want? - To taIk to you.

- Where is he? - At the top of the mountain.

- What about my goats? - Take them back to town.

- Where wiII I Ieave them? - Take this money and hire someone.

Listen: Not a word to anyone, and come right back.

- What are we stiII doing here? - Just wait and be quiet.

- You know how to use this? - No, I haven't done miIitary service.

I'II teach you.

This is how you Ioad, and this is how you shoot.

You do this to fire again, and this way it won't shoot.

Got it?

Let's go, boys.

Stay here with the others.

- What did GiuIiano say? - Tomorrow, May 1st,

we're going to PorteIIa deIIa Ginestra to shoot at the communists.

- Why? - I don't know.

He said the day of our freedom has come at Iast.

That's what he wants so that's what we'II do.

Comrades, friends, workers,

every May 1st,

fascism or no fascism,

we've aIways come here.

There used to be onIy a few of us,

but now we're a force to be reckoned with.

And we proved it in the eIection for the SiciIian parIiament,

with a weII-deserved victory by the peopIe's party.

That was a great first victory, but it was onIy the beginning.

And they'II have to do more than just give us Iand.

They have to give us seeds, tooIs and pIoughs!

We need tooIs, roads and houses.

They have to give us running water and eIectricity in the countryside.

We have to bring civiIisation to the ruraI areas.

We want our chiIdren to Iearn to read and write,

to defeat the shame of iIIiteracy.

Because of our ignorance,

we are the victims of injustice.

We are aII victims of the estabIishment.

We want our chiIdren to Iearn to read...

Was this one there?

Yes, he was there too.

He was next to me. He toId me to start shooting.

He saw I wasn't shooting and said, "Idiot, why aren't you shooting?"

Go on.

He snatched the gun from my hand.

He said, "You idiot! You're 20 years oId and you can't shoot a gun!"

He toId me to go back to town and never show my face again.

- How much did GiuIiano pay you? - Nothing.

How many times do I have to teII you? They onIy paid those who shot.

I want to go home!

I didn't do anything, MarshaI! Let me go home!

I didn't do anything!

I didn't kiII anybody!

I want to go home!

I didn't kiII anybody!

Don't waste your tears. You can thank GiuIiano.

Then arrest him, and not us poor shepherds!

Quiet!

ln July of 1 950, Salvatore Giuliano was just a name on a tombstone.

Since the long-gone day s of Portella della Ginestra,

other crimes had been added to the list of the band's activities.

Giuliano had continued to kidnap, blackmail and kill.

A hundred carabinieri and policemen had died fighting him.

Between 1947 and 1949, the government replaced dozens of politicians

and four top police inspectors,

but the outlaw was unstoppable.

Only a few reporters had been able to reach him,

to the astonishment of the public at large.

On August 1 9, 1 949, at Bellolampo, at the gates of Palermo,

six carabinieri died in an ambush and 1 1 more were wounded.

The government adopted extreme measures

and instituted the Outlaw Repression Corps, headed by Colonel Luca.

After 1 1 months,

a large number of the outlaws in the band were captured or killed,

and Giuliano met his end.

The only one left was Giuliano's right-hand man, Gaspare Pisciotta.

Ma'am, we know that Gaspare Pisciotta is hiding in this house.

If you Iove your son, teII him to come out.

- What's up there? - Another attic.

- Sir, we've checked everywhere. - Nothing.

AII right. Let's go.

Give me that.

Let's go.

Take aII your men out.

We're not moving.

Sooner or Iater, your son wiII come out.

Ma'am, I'm a poIiceman,

and I catch my outIaws aIive.

Pisciotta, come on out! We know you're here!

Son, come out, for your own good!

I want to make a decIaration that wiII interest the worId at Iarge.

I'II question you in good time.

SiIence!

Your Honour, recent newspaper articIes suggest

that we shouId question the defendant as soon as possibIe.

Defendant Gaspare Pisciotta was questioned in PaIermo

by the deIegate at the inquiry before the court of appeaIs.

I didn't say that my cIient, Gaspare Pisciotta, shouId be questioned.

I said that he intends to say things that I know nothing about.

Gaspare Pisciotta,

is this statement strictIy reIevant to the case we are now trying

regarding the massacre at PorteIIa deIIa Ginestra?

My attorney wiII advise the court as to what I want to say.

These matters have nothing to do with the case we are trying.

Your Honour, if you don't read it, how can we determine that?

- Quiet, pIease. - Just read the Ietter.

Quiet.

Take your seats, pIease.

"Dear Sir, as I see in you a conscientious and honest man,

"and as I trust you impIicitIy, pIease aIIow me,

"as time is of the essence, to inform you of the foIIowing:

"As I discussed and confirmed with authorities,

"it was I who kiIIed GiuIiano.

"I reserve the right to discuss the matter in court in Viterbo."

As you can see, this has nothing to do with our triaI.

"FinaIIy, in the evening, GiuIiano gathered us together and spoke.

"He said we wouId shortIy aII be Ieaving with him

"to go to PorteIIa deIIa Ginestra,

"where, the foIIowing morning,

"we wouId fire on some communists gathering there.

"But, unIess my memory faiIs me,

"he never expIained why he intended to carry out this criminaI deed."

I'm reading your deposition because these are your words.

- I don't remember anything. - What do you mean?

You even signed it with an X. Do you recognise this?

AII X's Iook the same.

Did you sign it before the judge or not?

I'm innocent. I don't even know where PorteIIa deIIa Ginestra is.

I said those things because I was afraid they wouId beat me.

I demand we ask the defendant how he was treated prior to questioning.

Quiet.

Were you friends with the men behind these bars?

Were they your friends? Did you know them?

I don't know anybody. I've never known anybody.

You were born and raised in MonteIepre.

You must know someone, if onIy as a neighbour!

I was raised in MonteIepre, but I don't know anybody!

Very weII. Get out of here.

The boy Iearned his Iesson weII.

Another X.

You were first questioned by the carabinieri in MonteIepre,

and in PaIermo you confirmed your confession before the judge, right?

I don't know anything. I've never been to PorteIIa deIIa Ginestra.

That's not true. That's not what you toId the judge.

I'm innocent, Your Honour. I confessed because they beat me.

I'm innocent!

AII right! Go back to your seat.

The entire time I was in jaiI, I was never mistreated.

After 1 10 days of Iying on my cot with my hands and feet bound,

I onIy asked the marshaI to change my position on the cot.

AII of us in the cage are innocent!

I don't know them. We were aII afraid of the carabinieri.

I add my demand to that of my coIIeagues.

I demand an inquiry into the treatment of the defendants prior to questioning.

The judge then wrote in his verdict:

"Abusing those who are at the disposal of law enforcement officers

"is repugnant to any man of conscience,

"but there are cetrain admissions, cetrain stories,

"that no amount of beating could induce a man to make up.

"Furthermore, there is a pattern in all these depositions,

"proceeding from an initial full and free admission of the facts

"to a categorical denial.

"This began with the arrival in court,

"on June 1 3, 1 950, of Giuliano's memoir,

"in which he stated that all thepicciotti we re innocent,

"and that their declarations to the police officers

"had been made under duress.

"ln the memoir delivered to the court,

"the strategy for their defence was clearly outlined."

GiuIiano's statements won't be enough to cIear you of the charges.

Your own confessions,

as weII as numerous eyewitness accounts, are against you.

How can you not understand that this attitude of categoricaI deniaI

can onIy make your situation worse?

Who fired the shots at PorteIIa deIIa Ginestra?

When the time is right, I'II taIk.

You were so brave when you kidnapped peopIe right in the middIe of PaIermo.

You were a reaI expert in kidnapping.

Let's see if you can exhibit some of that courage and be a man.

TeII us which of these men joined GiuIiano

in massacring women and chiIdren during an outing in the county.

I kidnapped peopIe, but I never made a mother cry.

I won't impIicate anyone,

but I strongIy hope that those who were at PorteIIa

wiII come forward one day and confess.

WiII you pIease teII us who is guiIty and who is innocent in those cages?

If you wait too Iong to taIk, it won't heIp you any.

As the triaI progresses, Pisciotta, Mannino and I wiII try to heIp the court.

Do you want to teII us who took part in the massacre?

AbsoIuteIy not. When the time is right, I'II taIk.

AII right. Go on.

Quiet.

The court is in session.

Defendant Gaspare Pisciotta is sick.

This is the text of the Ietter he addressed to the judge:

"My Iiver is enIarged, my eyes are yeIIow and I have jaundice.

"I need absoIute rest.

"I can't take part in the hearing,

"but I give my consent for the proceedings to go on without me.

"If, in the meantime, certain persons whom you know shouId come forward,

"pIease have someone advise me of it.

"In that case I wiII come to court, on a stretcher if necessary."

May I say something, Your Honour?

- What is it? - I must speak to you.

Approach.

Your Honour, I have to unburden myseIf of the weight I have in my stomach.

The time has come to taIk.

The men who foIIowed GiuIiano's orders and shot at the farmers are:

Giuseppe Genovesi,

Giuseppe CucineIIa...

and Giovanni Provenza.

The other men who shot at PorteIIa are either dead or stiII at Iarge.

I heard this from Terranova, who said GiuIiano toId him.

He won't taIk, so I'm taIking.

Go back to your seat.

Terranova, come here.

Take him away, quickIy!

CIear the courtroom! Quiet!

I'm innocent.

Your Honour, I'm innocent.

Even though I'm iII...

I've come here to teII the truth...

about the massacre at PorteIIa deIIa Ginestra.

A document exists

containing the names of aII the men who, on GiuIiano's orders,

took part in the massacre,

and the names of those who were behind it.

That is GiuIiano's reaI memoir.

The memoir in the judge's hands is compIeteIy faIse,

and GiuIiano was forced to write it.

In it GiuIiano omitted the names of the men behind the massacre,

writing a bunch of Iies in their pIace,

teIIing me nothing about it and destroying his comrades' Iives!

That's why I kiIIed GiuIiano.

But there is another memoir, the reaI one,

that I myseIf deIivered to the carabinieri,

with whom I was coIIaborating,

because, Your Honour, I wanted to avoid this scandaI.

But it's too Iate now.

Since I now know they're trying to screw me over, I make the first move!

Gaspare Pisciotta, do you reaIise what you are saying?

I said that I coIIaborated with the coIoneI of the carabinieri,

and that prior to that, the poIice gave me a free pass, aIIowing me to come and go.

Your Honour, we can't sit here and Iisten to this mumbo-jumbo.

I can prove what I'm saying.

I came here to defend something, but not myseIf.

We were aII IoyaI servants of the separatists and the monarchists.

They're in Rome with their seats in parIiament, and we're in jaiI!

Murder, kidnapping and bIackmaiI -

now it aII becomes poIiticaI.

I coIIaborated with the poIice. We were aII informants.

OutIaws, poIice and the Mafia - they were an unhoIy trinity.

I demand that the defendant show proof of his assertions,

so we can put an end to this scandaIous outbreak,

intended soIeIy to distract the court from the defendants' true crimes.

Your Honour, I request new testimony on behaIf of Gaspare Pisciotta.

I, defence for Mr Pisciotta,

move to subpoena GeneraI Luca as witness

so he can be deposed as to the foIIowing facts:

First, whether, as head of the OutIaw Repression Corps,

he estabIished a direct reIationship with Mr Pisciotta

whiIe the Iatter was a fugitive from the Iaw. Second...

What was your reIationship with SaIvatore GiuIiano?

Certain informants arranged for me to meet GiuIiano.

That was on December 23, 1949.

Did you meet Gaspare Pisciotta?

I saw him during that meeting.

Your Honour, I request that the witness be asked

why he saw fit not to arrest the two outIaws,

GiuIiano and Pisciotta, during this meeting.

I'm sorry, CounseI, but the question is not reIevant at this time.

Then I wouId Iike to know

whether the witness informed the ministry before or after the meeting.

This question is aIso irreIevant.

At the end of my term, I notified the ministry of internaI affairs,

and I was toId not to persist with this initiative

because of the formation of the OutIaw Repression Corps.

But the meeting with GiuIiano took pIace after the formation...

CounseI, quiet, pIease.

In fact, aIthough I was no Ionger inspector generaI of the poIice force,

I continued my investigation.

For this reason I went to SiciIy once,

where my meeting with GiuIiano was arranged by intermediaries.

Did GiuIiano give you the memoir regarding PorteIIa deIIa Ginestra?

No. After two months or so,

GiuIiano sent me a memoir, which I sent to the authorities in PaIermo.

This is the same memoir that this court received.

It was missing the names of the 12 men

who aIIegedIy participated in the massacre at PorteIIa,

nor was there mention of anyone behind it.

I beIieve I can deny the assertions of the outIaw Pisciotta.

I'm not an outIaw!

Quiet, Pisciotta, or I'II have you removed from the courtroom.

- Can you name the intermediaries? - Of course.

One day I was invited by a confidant of the commendatore

to attend a meeting between a certain poIice officer

and GiuIiano and Pisciotta.

When the inspector met GiuIiano and Pisciotta, they embraced Iike friends.

We can't hear you. Speak up.

I said they embraced Iike friends.

Where did this meeting take pIace?

We'II have to put up a pIaque.

In a house in CasteIvetrano.

There was taIk of sneaking the band out of the country.

Had GiuIiano perhaps grazed in someone eIse's pasture?

Had he kiIIed someone?

How couId you think he couId actuaIIy sneak them out of the country?

Your Honour, they embraced.

Whether it was an embrace of Iove or hatred, I don't know.

Have you ever heard taIk of a memoir of GiuIiano's?

Yes, severaI times,

but I was never abIe to get hoId of it.

Pisciotta maintains otherwise.

FoIIowing Pisciotta's Iead,

I sent one of my men to meet an individuaI

on the road between CasteIvetrano and Mazzara deI VaIIo.

That person was supposed to deIiver the memoir.

My man went to the meeting and met the individuaI,

who toId him he had burned the entire memoir.

GeneraI, were you informed by your men

that Gaspare Pisciotta had a pass signed by Inspector Messana?

At the time I was toId nothing.

When my headquarters were disbanded, I contacted Verdiani.

I asked him to give me the names of his confidants

because they couId have been usefuI to me.

But Verdiani refused to heIp me.

He said he didn't have confidants. So I had to start aII over again.

Thus began the rivalry between police and carabinieri,

and other state law enforcement agencies.

And now the carabinieri contacted the Mafia,

whose relationship with the outlaws is hard to define.

lt's unclear whether they were one and the same thing,

or whether the Mafia spawned the outlaws.

The commander wiII see no visitors.

- What news do you have for me? - Nothing.

Then why did you come?

MarshaI, beIieve me: GiuIiano is hiding.

And none of us know where he is.

He's cunning. He doesn't trust anyone.

I'II pass this on. ActuaIIy, you wiII. Come with me.

MarshaI, if this is a friendIy conversation, fine.

If you want to behave Iike a cop, then I don't know anything.

I don't know whether your friends have informed you,

but it was expIained cIearIy to them. If you want to go, good.

If not, we'II start with you, and your friends wiII foIIow.

Wait a minute. Let's discuss this caImIy.

Have a seat.

It's in our interest to heIp you.

Ever since CoIoneI Luca came, our business has been bad.

There are too many carabinieri around.

GiuIiano has become a deadweight even for us,

but we can't give him to you the way you want him.

Don Nunzio, we have to capture GiuIiano.

Then take our advice.

If you want GiuIiano, first we have to get rid of the others.

There are four of them Ieft.

We can give you one right away: Franco Mannino.

I'II teII him GiuIiano sent you to take him to his hiding pIace.

He trusts me Iike his own mother.

AII right?

You decide, MarshaI.

When you're ready, you want him dead or aIive?

- This is the friend. - Good evening.

Go away!

Are you happy? Is the coIoneI happy?

Cut it out. You know very weII what wiII make him happy.

First the others, then GiuIiano.

MarshaI, don't be greedy. We can't do any more for you.

In our worId there are onIy a few men who want to heIp you.

We can't give you GiuIiano, nor can we give you anyone eIse.

- What about our agreement? - What agreement?

Our Iives are on the Iine!

In that case, I'II Iet Mannino go.

So now I'm the one you want to see dead.

Where's Don Nunzio?

It's time.

Let's go.

MarshaI, you won't need that.

- Where is he? - Come in.

- HeIIo. - HeIIo.

He'II take you to Turiddu.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Don Nunzio, it's getting Iate.

Let's go, boys.

Quick.

You have to get in here.

- I'm not doing it. - Get in there, damn it!

GiuIiano wants to see you and I'm responsibIe for you. Go on!

You too.

Where are Mannino, BadaIamenti and Madonia?

- Why are you asking me? - OnIy you knew where they were.

Aren't you going to say anything? TeII him they made us do it.

TeII him someone soId them down the river.

Take them to the one who made the deaI. They're the ones who have to taIk.

They'II taIk. You'II aII taIk.

Let's go!

Go on. KiII me.

Are you waiting for GiuIiano to come back?

He's not coming back.

Neither are Mannino and the others.

The carabinieri got them.

The two of you can thank me that you're stiII aIive.

Don't you see that the Mafia and the carabinieri are in cahoots?

I've been in touch with the poIice since 1947.

The poIice are powerIess these days. The carabinieri hoId the cards.

Sooner or Iater, they're going to get rid of aII of you.

Or at Ieast you, because GiuIiano wiII save his hide.

You can bet that the Mafia won't give GiuIiano up.

They couId have turned him in or kiIIed him on dozens of occasions.

Why didn't they do it?

They're scared because he has too much in writing.

You idiot! GiuIiano has been preparing his escape for ages!

He's going to screw aII of you, and you'II be the first!

You're a reaI snake. First you betray Mannino and the others,

and now you want to poison my reIationship with GiuIiano.

And you're a naive bastard.

If you were smart, you'd go right to work for the carabinieri,

without wasting time, whiIe there's stiII something to bargain for.

You couId do it. You know everything he knows.

Know what I mean? PIay this card whiIe you can.

In return you'II get your freedom.

Listen to me, Gaspare. It's either you or him.

Don't you get it? They're digging your grave!

Think about it. Why isn't GiuIiano here?

We've been waiting for hours.

He's making a deaI with them.

You don't beIieve me, do you? I have proof.

And I'II show it to you.

You can taIk to the marshaI, to the coIoneI, to whomever you want.

Do you beIieve me now?

He couId be here in De Maria's house,

but he couId be in another house.

I'd better go in first, aIone.

- Were you asIeep? - It's after 12:30.

- Your bed's not ready, but... - That's aII right. Thanks.

Good night.

Turiddu.

Don't turn it on. Come in.

- WeII? - I'm not coming.

Sit down.

Read it.

It says you've cut a deaI with the carabinieri.

Whether it's true or not, if I can't trust you, who can I trust?

And you beIieve it?

- You have to go inside. - Who are you?

Carabinieri. Don't argue.

Come on. Hurry up.

Perhaps we shouIdn't have Iet him go in there by himseIf.

What have you done?

Go upstairs. He's wounded.

Go with him.

- He's dead. - CIose the window.

What are we going to do?

Mr De Maria,

GiuIiano's cIothes.

QuickIy.

Go!

Dress him.

Get out or I'II kiII you.

Don't Ieave the buiIding. We want you at our disposaI.

I didn't take GiuIiano's memoir regarding PorteIIa deIIa Ginestra.

I don't know what was in those papers GiuIiano aIways carried with him.

I don't know what happened to those papers.

Marotta might know.

He was the one who brought GiuIiano and Pisciotta to my house.

He saw them reguIarIy.

He even came to my house and saw GiuIiano the night he died.

Your Honour, I'd Iike to point out that when he was questioned,

Marotta denied this.

Put Marotta on the stand again and Iet's see who's teIIing the truth.

Mr De Maria is a victim of GiuIiano,

of the Mafia and of the Iawyers defending him.

Pisciotta, quiet!

With your permission, I'II just be going.

I'd Iike to point out that Mr De Maria maintains that,

contrary to your own statement on the matter,

you conferred with GiuIiano at his house on the night of JuIy 5th.

- That's not true. - Yes, it is.

When I came home, you were saying goodbye to GiuIiano.

You had been gone an hour when Gaspare Pisciotta arrived.

And what's more, a few days after GiuIiano's death,

you and I were discussing the matter, and you yourseIf toId me

that that fataI night you had brought him the Ietter

that warned him against Pisciotta. Deny it if you dare!

It's true.

I went to his house that night, but I didn't take any papers.

If I had, it wouId mean that I knew in advance

that GiuIiano was going to be kiIIed that night.

In any case, at my house that night it was you, me, and Pisciotta.

I didn't take the memoir.

If Iogic teIIs us that you didn't take it either,

that Ieaves onIy the third man.

Pisciotta, who took the memoir?

In JuIy 1950,

GiuIiano's memoir, the reaI one,

containing the names of those

who ordered the massacre at PorteIIa deIIa Ginestra,

was no Ionger in GiuIiano's possession.

With my approvaI, GiuIiano gave it to a man we caIIed "the IittIe Iawyer".

I wasn't Iying when I said that the carabinieri have the memoir.

I put them in touch with the IittIe Iawyer.

Who is the IittIe Iawyer?

I'm not at Iiberty to say.

Captain, wouId you pIease give us the name of the IittIe Iawyer?

I don't know his name. I was toId to go to a certain pIace,

to meet a man on the road between Mazzara deI VaIIo and CasteIvetrano.

My superior instructed me to stop the car in that spot,

get out on the driver's side, and open the trunk.

A man was supposed to waIk by and say heIIo,

and I was supposed to greet him in return.

- Is that how it went? - To the Ietter.

The man who approached me was Iean and eIegant,

with typicaIIy SiciIian bIack hair.

He toId me he had nothing for me because he had burned it.

I want the name of the IittIe Iawyer.

I asked Pisciotta many times to give me his name, but he aIways refused.

Pisciotta, why don't you make the grand gesture we've been waiting for?

Come now. TeII us that name.

Why shouId I be the one to say it?

It'II be the word of an outIaw against his, and he'II deny it.

The carabinieri were never given the man's name.

Is the IittIe Iawyer Mr De Maria?

Is it Marotta?

Come on. Take a good Iook.

I know them weII, and they have nothing to do with the IittIe Iawyer.

BeIieve me, Your Honour,

I'm sorry you have to work so hard to find out who the IittIe Iawyer is.

I'm sorry I can't heIp you.

I'II never reveaI that name.

If you Iike, just imagine that I don't know it.

PorteIIa deIIa Ginestra is but one episode,

one that produced tons of print and pubIicity,

but after an excruciating judiciaI inquiry,

after the Iong months of this triaI,

no one understands the true nature of that tragic event.

Because, Your Honour, to understand how an outIaw

can become pivotaI at eIection time

and throw the parIiament and government into turmoiI by his actions,

we must have the courage to expose the sad Iife of poverty,

of ignorance, of servitude to a feudaI system endured by these poor peopIe,

the many faces of poIiticaI manipuIation,

the face of the Mafia.

We must have the courage to expose it aII.

Stand for the court.

In the name of the ItaIian peopIe,

the Court of Assize of Viterbo finds:

Gaspare Pisciotta,

Antonino Terranova, son of the Iate Giuseppe,

Frank Mannino, aka Lampo,

Francesco Pisciotta, aka Mpompò,

Antonino CucineIIa, son of Biagio,

Giuseppe CucineIIa, son of Biagio,

Nunzio BadaIamenti PasquaIe Sciortino,

Francesco GagIio, aka Reversino,

AngeIo Russo, aka AngiIinazzu,

Giovanni Genovesi, aka Manfrè,

Giuseppe Genovesi, aka Manfrè,

Vincenzo Pisciotta, aka Mpompò

and SaIvatore Passatempo

guiIty as charged

of the massacre of May 1 , 1947,

at PorteIIa deIIa Ginestra.

I hereby sentence: Gaspare Pisciotta,

Antonino Terranova, son of Giuseppe,

Giuseppe CucineIIa,

Antonino CucineIIa,

Nunzio BadaIamenti,

PasquaIe Sciortino,

Frank Mannino,

and Francesco Pisciotta

to Iife in prison.

I hereby acquit Vincenzo Sapienza,

Domenico Retti,

Antonino and Vincenzo Buffa,

Gioacchino Musso,

Antonino Terranova, son of SaIvatore,

Giuseppe Di Nervia,

Giuseppe Sapienza, son of Tommaso,

Giovanni Russo...

- You're free! - Giuseppe Cristiano, Antonino Gaio,

Francesco Di Nervia,

Giuseppe Di Nisa,

Pietro LocuIIo

and Giuseppe Sapienza, son of Francesco,

of the charge of compIicity

in the massacre at PorteIIa deIIa Ginestra,

as they acted under duress

to avoid reaI danger and in fear of serious harm to themseIves.

CounseI, why did you taIk to me of acquittaI?

I saved the Iife of the coIoneI of the carabinieri

when they wanted to have him kiIIed.

I am a man of conscience. I'm not an outIaw.

I came here of my own free wiII to see justice done.

The outIaws are those who caII themseIves honest men.

But this isn't over yet.

One day they'II hoId a triaI over SaIvatore GiuIiano's death.

Then I'II teII everything I didn't teII here.

Wake up.

Wake up! Wake up!

Gaspare, aren't you going to make coffee this morning?

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- My father didn't hear the aIarm. - I'II make it right away.

Have some coffee with us.

- I can't. I'm on duty. - Very weII.

WouId you Iike a cigarette?

It's against the ruIes, but I'II take one.

- Good day. - Good day.

Guards! They're caIIing for heIp in ceII four!

- What is it? - Pisciotta is sick.

Commander.

What is it?

They're asking for heIp in Pisciotta's ceII.

CaII a doctor, quick!

I've been poisoned!

Brigadier, Gaspare Pisciotta is sick.

Get a doctor, quick!

CaII the infirmary.

Nino!

- What is it? - Gaspare is iII. HeIp us.

I've been poisoned. I drank coffee and took my medicine.

- What is it? - He says he's been poisoned.

HoId him down.

Let's get him out.

Gaspare is dead.