THREE BROTHERS
The professor!
REFORMATORY
Did he say what he wants?
Says he wants to talk to you personally.
And where is he? - He's waiting in the courtyard.
Okay, thanks.
Hey, boys, get moving!
You're always late for breakfast.
Sergeant...
Good morning. - Good morning. - What's up?
I came to tell you that we've no doubts. It's really your boys.
At night they climb over the walls, first there, then here.
And return after stealing. And maybe done even worse.
And what should I do?
Collaborate. Give some names.
Give me time to investigate first.
Do it, though. Or we'll have to take over.
Donato!
Grab it!
I wanted to cook it for you, but it ran away.
Must have been afraid of dying.
Good morning. - Good morning.
Please, I have to send three telegrams.
You want me to help?
Yes, it's better, thanks. If you could write please.
The first goes to Rome - To whom?
Raffaele Giuranna.
Judge.
Raffaele Giuranna, judge.
Street? - Via De Leonardis, 42.
Text?
"Your mother is dead."
Signed "your father."
As you know, your trial was assigned to me,
but I haven't accepted yet.
I took a few days.
I want to think it over.
I want to ask if you received precise threats,
or if you have other personal reasons,
for quitting everything.
I was ready to risk my life,
if I were sure it would change anything.
I haven't slept for months.
There's nothing we can do.
It's a death sentence.
They just don't tell you the execution date.
Each time I went out my wife stared at me as if it were the last time.
At night I got up to look at my children while they slept.
I...I'd had enough.
That's why I quit.
It's not that this trial is more difficult than others.
Raffaele...
A telegram from your father.
I understand.
She's dead.
I'm coming.
Please take care of the ticket. There's a flight at 3:00.
Send it home. - Alright sir.
Forgive me, Raffaele, if at a time like this I bring this up.
But I beg you,
don't accept that assignment.
Think about it.
Look, one shirt will do.
I say it because from some time I noticed that risk
seems to excite you.
I'm not saying you enjoy this tense atmosphere,
but I see that exalts you.
No, it frightens me.
But even fear can be a drug.
What drug?!
You know well that last year I stayed closed here for a week,
after sending you on vacation.
Sure!
But you keep all the newspapers and mags that mention you.
And you don't refuse to appear on TV.
It could also be a form of defense.
Or maybe a way as any to react.
Because, you know,
posing as s self-assured person doesn't necessarily denote strength.
I really wanted to go with you to the funeral.
Giorgio did, too
But you prefer travelling alone.
I understand you do it as a precaution,
but the family comes apart, as a result.
We in the mountains, and you at Rome.
You in your town, and we here.
I didn't do it intentionally. I didn't want to disturb you too.
You see?
Everything like a chess game,
without realizing it. - You're exaggerating.
Indeed, I'm glad if you come.
Where's Giorgio?
He slept out last night.
That girl?
Probably.
Well, let's call him, then. There's no much time. - I already tried.
No one answers.
Maybe they're not there.
See? It's not always my doing.
Good! You remembered.
He likes it very much.
How will grandpa live all by himself now?
Old people in the country also have animals.
Not like in Turin, where they're always alone.
If you want, I can stay and keep him company for a while.
We'll see.
Dad, can you stop the car?
Tired? - No.
I see. Can you hold on up to the next gas station?
I don't know.
Then let's stop.
Go on, there.
Do it there.
But you don't look.
Okay, I won't.
So then? - They can see me.
Get over here.
There!
Here in the middle. All right?
Don't look. - I won't look.
All done.
Rocco!
My condolences!
Rocco!
Come over here!
Hush! Quiet, hush.
They've stopped shooting.
They're ringing the bells.
What's it? What's it?
Raise your hands! You too, Rocco!
My name is Galati Salvatore.
Me too I'm Italian! Paisa'!
Donato! - ???, it's over! The war is over!
The war is over, Raffaele!
Rocco!
Did she suffer much? - No, thank God.
And dad? How's he?
He's all right.
Marta! There we are.
It's the hot that dried it up.
Don Vincenzo!
I was expecting you. I knew you'd come here, Rocco.
It's good to see you.
Although I'd have preferred a better time.
I am sure that your inner strength will help you overcome this difficulty.
My mother liked music.
Of course, whatever little she heard in church.
Here we are.
Now I'll show you how you were when you first came here.
You were 4 years old.
This is you.
Look how little you were.
And behold, this is grandmother.
Remember what she told you then?
That she would leave her golden earrings to you.
Where do you live now?
I have arranged in a pension.
The girl?
With her mother.
But, it's really over?
What do I know?
She's hard to take,
that's for sure.
A typical northerner.
We even quarreled over macaroni shells.
Butter and cheese instead of tomatoes,
according to Madame.
But that's trifles.
It may be trifles, however,
let's be clear, she's had her fling, and I couldn't just be passive.
You know, first you must be sure it's true.
She told me herself.
To me, this is the proof that she loves you.
For, don't forget that if a woman wants, she can hide anything.
It may be as you say.
But we're southerners, and I can't stand being cuckolded.
I'm sure she had to stand it many times.
I know you.
And I also know you're still in love.
And here is your dad, when he left for Turin to find work.
I don't know if you saw that film... what's the name?
"Trevico-Turin"
The director must have
had me in mind.
Turin was scary, then.
So spread out, so...indifferent.
Escpecially for us southerners.
I don't say that only the Torinesi are to blame.
We too, we got there as desperates,
and it wasn't easy to find a hole to sleep in.
But then, finally, I got into the "Big Factory".
At first, as an apprentice in varnishing.
And nobody wanted to work on that line, so, they put the newcomers on it.
It was like hell.
The poisonous fumes, the stink, the noise!
Then came the Autumn Strikes.
Naturally, I struck too, for better working conditions.
I gave the Company some hard time. I admit it.
I didn't avoid showdowns with department heads.
For you, that's violence?
Then what about the "violence" of an assembly line?
You know why they want me out?
They want out all those who question.
Who don't bow down, who annoy.
Anyway, I never thought that, to change things, you must shoot people.
Look, Nicola,
We were born over twenty years apart,
Besides, we lost touch.
So I've trouble understanding what you've become.
I believe everything you say.
As I believe that, if they want to fire you,
they must have a reason.
If it gets to the Labour Courts, we'll see.
I'll make inquiries.
But remember that if you theorize the "refusal of work",
and put it into practise,
because that's what it comes to,
you must accept the consequences.
The consequences are improved conditions, and less unemployment.
Refusal of work is not absenteeism, or malinger.
Perhaps,
but, ever since there were threats of lay-offs, absenteeism went down.
Anyway, utopias have always created misfits.
They're like poison for budding shoots.
Here, they're from your friends.
People from Rome.
If they send wreaths, it's because they want a favor.
We saw Giovanna's picture, too.
How is she?
Fine. She couldn't come because her sister is being operated.
See the pigeons?
What is it? What do you want?
What is it?
Dad, why did you tell a lie?
Which lie?
It's not true that Mom's sister is being operated.
See, Marta, grandpa is suffering enough,
it's better if he doesn't know certain things. Understand?
Now go play with the pigeons.
Your wife called from Rome, she'll call again on the public phone.
I'll take you there.
It's gotten late,
I have to go.
Thank you, Rosaria.
Nicola.
She's married now, but things aren't too good.
Her husband works in Germany,
and they say she's not too happy.
Marta.
Marta!
Marta, where are you?
Where are you hiding?
Marta!
Don't worry,
by now this is normal in our profession.
Surely some maniacs.
How can I be calm?
It's the first time you receive threats.
As soon as they knew, they showed up.
They're doing it with everyone, now.
This gives a totally different value to threats.
I've already received them, for
for insignificant cases.
You never said anything.
Of course I never said anything.
Anyway, there's no point in worrying now, before I even accept the assignment.
As if you would refuse.
Please, don't do that.
Calm down... calm down!
He wants to talk to you.
Hello?
Giorgio,
I'm sorry, I left without seeing you. Maybe you wanted to come too.
Listen Giorgio,
I see that you're very involved.
Well...think carefully, because
you're too young for her.
It's not easy to back out later.
I'll think of it.
Good.
You mother's very agitated, don't leave her alone tonight.
Okay, bye.
A coffee, please.
Raffaele. - Hello, how are you?
But, you were leaving without saying hello to your friends?
Come, they want to talk to you.
We were very sorry to hear about your mother.
Stay a minute.
So sorry, Raffaele. - Thanks.
Condolences. - Thanks.
You know, we see you on TV,
you've become very important now.
Indeed, should I call you "Your Honor"?
What was my name, as a boy?
But we were kids, now it's all different.
Raffaele, you came just in time.
We were discussing something, and only you can say who's right.
It comes to this:
If one sees, should or should not tell?
You're not clear. It's about terrorists.
If one sees who shoots, should he report him?
I'm one who would report. He wouldn't, instead.
With good reason!
Take that young girl who had the courage, at 14,
to go to court and identify the terrorists.
Now she stays home, no more school,
everybody avoids her like the plague,
and she needs police protection. Her family's ruined!
Why should I testify?
I agree with him.
Such heroisms, are a thing of the past.
Speaking up... it's easy saying.
We should speak up, as citizens, to defend our rights.
But a witness
gets his name in the papers, his face on TV. Not only his name,
but his address! Well, then, I don't know...
Sure, newspapers should protect one's identity.
Even the police and the magistrates
should withold certain information.
They're full of spies!
When Guido Rossa, the Genoa worker, reported a terrorist,
if the other workers had backed him up,
as if they were 300 testifying,
maybe he'd still be alive.
Can't kill 300 people.
But there, there was a whole factory, they could agree, and go all 300.
But if you're the only witness, judge?
I know, it's not easy.
Because terror defines itself,
it substitutes persuasion with fear.
But fear is not a feeling on which society can be founded.
Fear is an exception.
The rule, must be the trust.
Otherwise, how could we live?
But here in Italy, when will they decide to instate death penalty?
As they did in America, in Russia,
in France! It's time to stop!
You didn't understand what he said: even capital punishment is fear, right?
But we already have it, but it's decided and applied only by the terrorists!
How are you?
Sit down a minute.
I'm sorry about your mother.
Dad will stay alone now?
I don't know, yet. We'll see.
And you?
The same old grind. I'll retire next year.
I'm here.
One hour by bus, no big deal. I read, I correct homework...
On the other hand, had I moved, pursued "a career"... what for?
You're right... it's the times that are difficult.
Yes, but, let's face it, hasn't Italy always been the same?
Bloodthirsty. Violent.
Ferocious! Anything but an easygoing Italy!
This guy is right! This has always been the country of the bullying.
Of brigands, kidnappers.
Killers and masterminds, as in "The Betrothed". Always!
And the Mafia? Should we forget the Mafia?
Here in Italy, now as yesterday, between institutions, leaders
and the people, there's no rapport!
That's it! There's no true rapport!
All you say is quite right. But your words show no hope.
But it's also true that we've made some progress.
Trouble is, each one is convinced to act with full right,
and for ideal reasons.
On the one hand, the neurotic need for wealth,
for becoming rich overnight.
On the other, the folly of wanting to change everything,
and immediately.
And the profound despise toward human life.
Excuse me, Filomena still lives here?
Yes, in there. - Thank you.
Who's there? - Good morning. - Good morning.
What do you want?
I came to see the fig tree. - Who are you?
I'm Caterina's son, Lino.
Oh, after so long I haven't seen you, finally you're here! How are you?
I'm fine. - My son! Let me open.
Come on in!
Oh, my son, how many times you drank milk from my breast!
It made you grow up!
The tree's still there? - It's there, come see.
Come, my boy, come and see.
How many times you played here!
Remember? When you used to play here, in this garden.
You remember when you played here?
Was it always so small?
No, it's you who has grown, my boy!
And here? Vegetables are full of snails.
Okay, but I can't bend down anymore, my back hurts.
I'm an old woman now. And you are young.
But a little cleaning?
But I can't clean it! I told you by back hurts!
I can't bend down. How do I do?
I dreamt of your mom last night.
She died happy and she's well.
"A Unicef report on congenital diseases, infant mortality, child labor."
I try convincing them to enter the Institute, because
if they end up in jail, it's the end.
Better if they hadn't been born.
Well, they were.
Besides they're of help in their poor families.
But as long as there will be rats...
not only the rats of Naples,
but the rats of Africa, of Asia, of South America.
We must do more. Whoever can, must sacrifice for all humanity,
not only for his people, his family.
But this requires,
changing man's heart.
We have to be gentler, with Nature and those who are worse off.
Otherwise...
Or the rats will invade us, here and everywhere.
I'm out of cigarettes.
None of you smokes, I'll go buy a pack.
Dad will put her to bed.
Be wise.
Where're you going?
To town. For cigarettes.
There were hundreds upon hundreds,
maybe thousands, who knows?
Camped down in an old barracks in Naples.
They were homeless and penniless.
It became
an immense market of flesh for all the turpitudes of which man is capable.
And there were, thieves,
murderers.
The police had to come in
with armored cars and tear gas.
A war.
Who is it?
Rosaria, it's me, Nicola.
What do you want?
I need to talk to you. Let me in a minute.
It's late, I was going to bed.
Just a moment.
Let's hope no one saw you.
There was a cat out of there.
I haven't been here since you married.
Your mother's cupboard,
I remember it.
May I?
Well?
Your husband, when do you see him?
Christmas and on 15th august.
Maybe it was better if we'd married each other.
My marriage is busted. We live apart.
So, how do you?
You, how do you?
I wait.
Oh sure!
You didn't wait for me when I was drafted.
You only live once.
Exactly!
Stand up. - Why?
You look skinnier.
Let's see.
I've been standing till now. Didn't you see me?
I weigh about the same.
Come on, get up.
You're in love with somebody?
You know who keeps after me?
The butcher's son.
But isn't he a kid?
He's sixteen.
And what you do with a sixteen year-old kid?
No!
Not on his bed!
You're right.
Good evening. - An aperitif. And a pack of cigarettes.
Rome: after an intensive police action,
10 people were arrested this evening for thefts and for armed robbery,
and 15 held for questioning.
Hidden by a hedge, the killers
took him by surprise, and riddled him with bullets.
None of them wore masks.
Earlier, the victim had left his house to testify
in a murder trial in Criminal Court.
He leaves a wife and 4 children, seen here
after the killing.
He was shot in the head, the back, and the arms.
You saw that your alarm clock was stopped?
I don't need the alarm clock.
Then how do you wake up in the morning?
You see,
here in the countryside,
farmers regulate for the day,
by the stars,
and by the animals.
All know that the rooster crows twice.
At one o'clock, and at four o'clock in the morning.
Old people like me
rise at the second crow.
Instead little children like you,
wait for the donkey to bray.
At what time the donkey brays? - Around seven.
And the stars?
Oh, the stars...
There are three stars.
At the break of dawn,
they line up.
They form "the dipper."
And then,
there's a star called "the morning star"
that precedes dawn by half an hour.
But then, if I stay with you for a while,
I'll learn all these things.
These, and many more.
But in Turin there are no roosters or donkeys.
The stars, yes.
Come on now, turn the light out and go to sleep.
Who is it?
Please, open. I'm Nicola.
Where's the girl?
May I come in?
She wanted to stay with Grandpa for a while.
And you tell me now?
You know it's not easy to phone from there.
She doesn't even have a change of clothes.
There's a relative looking after her.
Won't you sit down?
The less I stay, the better. - So why you've come up?
To talk about the kid. Don't get ideas!
Listen, Nicola,
our problems aren't the end of the world.
There are thousands of couples that separate or divorce.
But once divided, there is a civil way to carry on.
Why, did I...? - Even if children are involved!
Tell me if I was uncivil!
I don't think so! I left this house and went to live in a pension!
Apart from the rages of the early days,
I think I've always behaved like a proper person. - Sure,
on the phone.
It's the first time in 6 months that you come up here.
Get one thing straight,
I don't care to have a good rapport with you.
Not for what you did, it can happen to anybody.
But I admitted it, and you, never! - Indeed, you're like crocodiles. - Who?
You women!
Right! But we at least cry after. You, not even that.
Let's not start arguing again, or we'll end up by...
You well know.
Have you eaten?
I'm not hungry.
Not even a coffee?
I don't need anything.
How was it down there?
How was it...
Great!
And yet, almost tragic.
You know,
for the first time,
I discovered something new since I went there.
Something pretty painful,
more than my mother's death.
The sorrow for a mother, likely, one carries along for a lifetime.
Or so I think.
I suddenly realized that
my town was no longer part of me,
nor I of it.
The old time friends who...
The emigrant's real trauma, you know what is?
Is loss of identity.
He goes back to his hometown, and thinks he's happy.
But is not. So he comes back to the "city".
In Germany, or in America, and is immediately homesick.
I'm not resuming the old North-South controversy.
I know that nowadays even a northerner may be forced to
leave home in search of a job. It's just that...
Okay, never mind...
They're hard-boiled.
I was going to make a salad, but then I forgot.
I think that
for the first time the girl grasped what the countryside is.
She was talkative with her grandpa.
And with me as well.
I don't think
she's not aware of anything.
She imagines we don't live together
for reasons of work. - No.
The girl understood more than she needs understand.
It's you who's naive.
She surely saw you with someone and...
Listen, there was one man, and it ended in a month, as I told you.
I'm all right now, I'm doing my best.
Yeah! For how long?
I don't know for how long!
Now, I don't think about it.
I'm nauseated, I'm just working.
Nicola, I'm going to sleep.
When you're through, close the door.
Just like that, huh?
Kicking me out?
God forbid!
In fact,
if you want to sleep here, the bed is still big.
No, thanks.
Do me a favor instead.
Call my pension, say I'll be late.
Do it yourself!
Isn't it hot, though?
It's the walls.
At night, they radiate the heat of the day.
The walls are too thin.
Plasterboard.
The sun beats down on this side until sunset.
I remember.
Of course.
You chose the apartment for its "southern exposure".
You're right.
I thought we could use the sun.
JUDGE VINCIGUERRA - ROME CRIMINAL COURT
DETAIL: BULLET WOUND
POLICE SGT. CONTINISIO, JUDGE'S DRIVER
ALLEGED TERRORIST N. BRADUELLI
POLICEMAN KILLED DURING JUDGE'S ASSASSINATION
PHOTO OF ALLEGED TERRORIST BRAUDELLI, AS A STUDENT
You know why they want me out?
I know why.
They want out those who question.
Who don't bow down, who annoy.
I never thought that you can change things by shooting at people.
Our jails are filled with Red and Black terrorists.
Twenty year-olds, their lives yet to live.
The problem concerns all of us.
We must condemn them, but we must also deter
other youths from embracing terrorism.
What's the answer?
What'll we do? Are they salvageable?
This concerns politicians, sociologists, educators, not just the judges.
Right now, they're killing at will. I may be next.
Maybe the last judge to fall before the hostilities end.
And frankly... I don't want to risk it.
Yes.
But we have to devise something... a solution, in short.
Don't ask me how. I wouldn't know where to start.
But there's no time to waste. - Your life is already unbearable.
Police escorts help little.
Bulletproof cars, when available,
have only granted a few seconds more of life.
I've no fixed schedule anymore.
I keep changing hours and routes, I mingle in the crowds. I hide...
We've executed an enemy of the people! Freeze!
Have you examined everything? - Yes.
Alright, you can remove the corpse now.
Long live the newlyweds!
Look! It's raining.
Holy Virgin, my wedding ring!
Virgin Mother!
Donato!
Come here!
Hurry, come!
What happened?
I lost my wedding ring. - What?!
Where? - Here.
Oh, you, silly head! How did you?
Wait, careful! Where did you lose it?
I was here, like this.
You, empty head! The golden ring! Go easy, wait!
Wait, wait.
Wait a minute. Keep searching, I'll be right.
Help me.
Help you too, we'll find it, don't worry.
We won't go home until we've found it, alright?
Come on, we'll find it!
I have the right to express my dissatisfaction, and to fight,
without feeling that I've been branded a criminal.
You know my opinion.
Well, let's get this clear:
our struggles, strikes and demonstration marches
are a far cry from terrorist action.
Strikes are one thing.
Marches are fine, too.
But they can differ greatly,
such as "self-defense" marches and those for proletarian expropriation,
where the marchers carry molotov cocktails and P.38s.
How many youths became terrorists from that?
What do you mean?
That the union battles to improve working conditions in stifling factories,
absenteeism, are equal to terrorism?
No. I mean that violence within the factory must come to a stop.
Without halfway measures or permissiveness.
The unions have taken their time to blame the beatings of department heads.
Beating isn't killing.
Nicola,
you're admitting that beatings are acceptable.
What constitutes a beating? Busting one's head?
Leaving someone lying on the floor?
But, your struggle capacity, your power within the factory,
have maybe improved through violence, destruction and killing?
Labor rejection is part of the problems of a generation that you do not know.
It's not mine either, but exists. It occurs the same way all over the world!
Even in America, they kill department heads in automotive factories.
And even in the USSR.
But those States there, are sound!
Here, people like you who claim to condemn terrorists,
accept quietly that some people be murdered for all others:
carabinieri, policemen, judges,
managers, politicians, newsmen!
You say you're not for the terrorists, but you're not for this State,
Yet, from this State, you want all.
So then, you must start to defend it, if you want to change it.
I want to keep my right to condemn it.
You really think I consider this State a pillar
of justice beyond reproach?
That we've the best system possible?
If you want to improve upon it your struggles must never threaten
our democratic principles, or liberty.
When democracy goes, everything goes with it,
including the possibility of a better world.
You want that? Blow everything sky-high?
I'm afraid that fear of losing your job is all that's holding you back.
While there's no master who can lay you off!
I must accept to risk my life every day
in order to practice my profession.
Which is administering justice, not being a hero.
But then, why must you pay for those who destroy us politically and morally?
What do you propose for them,
a general amnesty?
What about the havoc they caused us?
Using us the way they did,
always pushing us around!
That havoc, I'm carrying it within.
Must we let bygones be bygones?
Should we absolve all that?
As long as there's shooting, any scandal, theft or corruption,
to the people will look a lesser evil than a killing!
I've already said I never thought to solve problems by killing!
And I don't allow you either to say it, it's a too easy way to shut me up!
Stop that! Aren't you overdoing all this?
With our mother lying there?
At such a time, shouldn't we talk about us, our families, your children?
You know,
you should've married instead of minding other people's kids.
Finding the right woman isn't easy.
You too were not so lucky with your choice.
My situation, I'd say, is an exception.
I'd rather say, the rule.
The exceptions now are normal families.
You mean I'm an exception?
Yes. And I'm happy for you.
I think you never thought of marriage.
You never talked about girls, dates, nothing.
I don't go bragging about these things like you do.
So, just to know:
when were you last time with a woman?
I was, don't worry.
But you won't tell us.
Leave him alone, he's ashamed.
No. It's not a question of shame.
In short, when?
At least a year? - Not like that.
You're something else!
Less than two months ago.
Who was she?
What's this, the third degree?
I bet, the mother of one of the kids.
No, never this.
A whore?
I don't call them whores. - Yes, if you pay.
Maybe an alms.
Grandpa,
are you sleeping?
No, I'm just lying here.
Why are you crying?
Everybody's alive, only Grandma is dead.
Come on, lie down.
Grandpa,
why are you crying?
I've stopped...
I'm not crying,
I'm sweating.
Sleep.
I'm mad, I'm mad
and I wanna be who I want get out of my house
I'm mad, I'm mad
the people is waiting for me and, sorry, but I'm in a hurry
Don't say that I'm always right I know that I am a mistake
In my life I want to live at least one day as a lion
and the State this time shouldn't condemn me
since I'm mad,
I'm mad
and today I want to speak.
I'm mad, I'm mad
if I loose my temper I'll put all of you face the wall
I'm mad, I'm mad
And who said that Masaniello as a black is not more handsome?
And I'm not maimed and I'm even graduated
and my face I painted black so that I would be noticed
Masaniello has grown up Masaniello is back
I'm mad,
I'm mad
so, don't break my balls!
Why didn't we go us too?
I don't know.
They said it was better this way.
English subs by edam17@KG