Extraordinary, isn't it?
Such a wonderful acquisition. I'm so proud of it.
- We'd better go. - Uhm.
- Yes, sure. - This way.
This year it's going to be Istrice all the way.
This year Onda's winning the Palio, Your Honor.
You don't pass judgment until after all the evidence is before you, Fernanda.
- It's there! - Ah, Fernanda...!
Go. Go. Go. Go. Go!
I told you Istrice would win!
The porcupine won at last. My daughter will be celebrating all night.
Well, ten years you have watched out for me, Branco.
Twelve, Your Honor.
Twelve?
- Twelve. - Really? Twelve.
Well, thank you for them.
And don't be a stranger. Phone me, come up to the farm some time.
Thank you.
Good night.
You're off the clock.
Force of habit, Your Honor.
That's going to be the hard part about this retirement business,
getting rid of my old habits. Take care of yourself.
Please don't move, Your Honor. This is not robbery.
I just give you something. Look at this carefully.
I have spent my life in this city working for you,
rigorously pursuing truth and justice.
Now, today, I leave you.
I am being ushered into another world, the world of the retired.
It is a dangerous, treacherous world.
You go there alone, all the familiar sign posts are gone
and if you're not careful, you can lose your grip on yourself and just fade away.
But I will not. I'll will follow the instructions
of the great Russian poet, Joseph Brodsky.
I will try to stay passionate. I will leave my "cool" to the constellations
because I understand that passion alone is a remedy against boredom,
that the passionate pursuit of truth,
the evocation and communcation of truth, is the secret of life.
That understanding is a gift that you and my work with you has given me.
It will nourish me all the rest of my days. Thank you.
You bring the family to the farm... we can have a picnic.
- Sure. - Congratulation.
Don't go away.
- Thank you. Excellent. - Hello.
Wonderful. Thank you very much.
Who's calling?
Ah, just a second. Rosario! It's for you. It's your doctor.
Hello.
Do you have look at the film, Your Honour?
Yes, I was... ah, yes... ah, I was worried...
Listen me don't talking.
Do you know the building in San Al Tal?
You see instruction side.
Go inside Santa Maria Dealasgala tonight at one. I will be waiting
That's far enough, Your Honour.
That day there were a lot of us in via Fani, and we weren't alone.
Who's us and what do you mean, you weren't alone
and is there any way to prove the authenticity of the film?
You're used to asking questions and giving orders, but it work with me.
- Do you understand? - Yes, of course.
It's an astonishing document.
And it's genuine. When I'm sure I can trust you, I'll proof it to you.
- This is a gloomy place, isn't it? - Yes.
Death. Everywhere.
You were at via Fani. That's not a question.
Remember the Honda motorbike?
With the machine gun. That's me.
May I ask, why now? After twenty-five years?
I knew I would like you.
I have cancer. They've given me two months, maybe less.
I don't want to take the truth to my grave.
There have been so many lies, Rosario.
So many lies.
You will find the truth.
I, I don't understand why me. I'm, I'm just a...
I mean I was, just a provincial prosecutor. I've no political agenda.
For years I've watched you, you pass in front of my shop everyday.
Aldo Moro's notebooks in which he answered the Red Brigades questions?
I, I've read everything that was published of it,
No one's ever actually seen the notebooks themselves.
I have. I know where the original ones are, the ones written by hand.
Yes, but didn't the Red Brigades photocopy and make public most of what was...
Not the salient points. Not what he wrote about.
If I believe that you won't hide the truth,
I'll give you the notebooks, Rosario.
Oh, look... we both know I'm out to pasture. I have nothing to lose, nothing.
If I have a chance to leave something worth while behind me.
I give you my word, I will take whatever is in those notebooks and...
Are you still here?
Rosario? I knew you'd be here. I'm so happy.
I was, well... Ah, look at Gabriella! Isn't she beautiful?
Pasquini!
- Who put this envelope here? - I don't know, Judge. No.
Do you miss her?
She's been gone 25 years and every day she's here.
- What in god's name is this? - It's nothing, please, it's nothing.
Hey, come on.
- Let's take a walk. - It's nothing, please, it's nothing.
Let's take a walk.
- You nearly had a heart attack in there. - I know, I know.
Somebody, some... somebody, I don't know who, took those photograph and then
somehow managed to put them on my desk without anyone seeing him doing it.
Pasquini was there! I was there!
What were you doing there?
Rosario, come on!
I was meeting... Okay, the meeting itself was so shocking,
- but if the truth... if the shock... - You're not making any sense.
It's what I fantasized all my life that I would be involved with.
It's what I always wanted to be able to do.
For the love of God, Rosario, will you tell me what you're talking about?
There is a film.
- A film of you? - A film of the via Fani massacre.
Moro?
In Super 8. They filmed the whole thing.
Let me have a look at it.
Jesus!
- Who else has seen it besides us? - It's 25 years old, I don't know.
The man who gave it to me claims to be
the man who was riding on the back of the motorcycle.
- So he's Red Brigades? - Yeah, I guess so.
Rosario, the call from your doctor was from him?
God, you're a lousy liar!
So, the Red Brigades have my telephone number. Great.
So... he says he's Red Brigades. Maybe he's not.
Did you tell anyone you were going to Santa Maria della Scala?
No, nobody.
Somebody knew. Someone who was there and took these pictures.
Get involved with the Moro case and they kill you.
Finding the memorial is not going to get me killed,
it's going to give me something to live for.
- So, what's next? - I'm going to wait, see what happens.
You won't tell the prosecutor's office in Rome?
What do you think would happen to it there, Fernanda? Hm? It'd get buried.
- And he's giving it to you? - Yes.
Why?
Because I think he believes that he can trust me to do what's right.
Rosario, you're so naive. You've been a judge in the provinces all your life.
Let me check some things out. Get the court testimony, witness' statements.
This could be really dangerous, you know. All these guys are out of jail.
Well, then, don't do it. I'll do it. You've got a husband, two kids.
I just want to be sure you're going to be alright.
- Is Branco still your bodyguard? - No, I'm retired.
When I get everything collected, tell him to come out to the farm.
Between the two of us, we should be able to tell you
what you're getting yourself into.
- Mamma! - Hey! Hello! How was your day?
- For you! - Ah! A surprise for me?
Thank you! You know what? There's a surprise for you too? In the kitchen.
The red one is yours and the blue one is yours.
Go in the kitchen.
- Come on. Okay. - I will be there in a second.
- Is there a problem, Rosario? - No, no.
My teacher's not adjusting to retirement very well.
Don't look at me like that.
Go see what they're doing in the kitchen, will you? We are nearly done.
May I ask what's going on?
I have something to show you. I want your opinion.
It's a little before nine o'clock in the morning
on Thursday, the 16th of March, 1978.
A Red Brigades' commando team has taken up position on via Fani.
A Fiat 128 station wagon with diplomatic license plates is parked on via Stresa.
That's the one the leader of the Red Brigades, Mario Moretti is driving.
At the same time, Aldo Moro's Fiat 130
is making a left turn on via Trionfale onto via Fani.
The Alfetta behind him is his escort car.
The Honda motorcycle passes him
and heads for the intersection and that's the signal to go.
You can see some one waving something at Moretti.
He backs his car around the corner onto via Fani
and waits about 30 meters from the stop sign.
Aldo Moro's car passes a newspaper stand
that's about a 100 meters from the stop sign.
Moretti sees them coming. He starts moving slowly toward the intersection.
Now you see Moro's car. His driver slows and stops behind the Fiat 128.
Wait a second. Stop please.
It says here that at the stop sign,
Moretti's car bangs on the brakes and screeches to a stop,
forcing the President's car to rear-end it.
The President's car in turn is rear-ended by its own escort car.
That was Moretti's testimony in court. Morucci's too.
Moretti said he had the emergency brake on because Moro's driver was pushing him,
trying to get out of the way to the right.
Morucci testified that the 130 repeatedly bashed the trunk of the 128.
That's not true. Look. There's a good 20 centimeters in between the two cars.
No scratches, no dents, no skid marks on the pavement.
It's just sitting there. Which is normal. It's at a stop sign.
A stop sign it's been at a hundred times before.
If they'd been banged into by the other car,
wouldn't Moro's bodyguards have been out, on the street with their guns out?
Moro's escort was five men.
Yeah, but they don't know they're gonna get killed.
But look at the film again. Take a good look.
Moro's car slows down and stops.
Now. Look at this guy in the uniform.
He's walking down via Fani, nice and easy, in perfect sinc with the cars.
At the stop sign, he's right here,
right beside Maresciallo Leonardi, Moro's bodyguard, it's supposed to be leathal.
So he had to be eliminated first.
Look, he shoots him and backs away.
Look again.
Shoots him and backs away. The terrorist brings up his gun and pops him
before he can figure out what's going on.
Moro's guard doesn't have a chance. The car isn't even stopped yet.
Leonardi's killer steps out of the way.
Four guys, guns blazing, come out of the hedge beside the cafe.
The Alfetta's driver's killed instantly.
That's why his car rear-ends Moro's.
According to police reports 93 rounds are fired off from seven different weapons.
Two of the shots are fired from the gun of the President's police guard, lozzino.
Ninety-one of the ninety-three shots are fired by the Red Brigades.
Forty-nine from a single weapon. Forty-nine shots in twenty seconds.
I mean, that's gotta be some kind of a record breaker.
No, you can actually get off that many in a couple of seconds.
- Really? - Yes, Your Honor.
Okay. Let's talk about the shooter.
Wide stance, arms held forward, firing in short bursts.
At 8:55 A.M., Pietro Lalli is on via Fani and he clearly sees the gun-men in action.
Yes, he had his back towards Bar Olivetti. And.. therefore on the left of my sight.
He was shooting with an automatic gun.
How did you know it was an automatic gun?
I have a certain understanding of the gun field.
I saw him shoot two complete rounds.
The first was a bit short, the distance was close,
towards a... a Fiat 130 blu...
...then his hat fell off.
What surpirsed me, was the absolute mastery of the shooter.
- Go.. - Stop!
- Go! - Go, Go!
At the end of the gun fire. The lady made a gesture like this...
Alessandro Marini, civil engineer,
arrives in via Fani a few seconds before the attack.
Stay back! Don't move!
Uh.. from a 128, two came out, the driver and passenger.
Was this the 128?
Yes, I think so, I didn't see very well
because I was on the other side of the corner, here.
He didn't try to resist, in fact when they put him in the car,
he seemed to have given up.
Did the man look injured to you?
No, he didn't seem injured. It was at this point that I recognised him.
Did you recognise the person they were dragging?
Yes, it was the Honourable Aldo Moro.
Let's go! Let's go!
Go, go, go!
At a certain point the man sitting down behind the Honda car,
he stuck his head out and looked in my direction.
He was young and thin, with a long face.
His cheeks... he looked like the actor Eduardo de Filippo.
There is a third important eye-witness, Luca Moschini, a medical student.
Driving his Fiat 500 from via della Camilluccia, he turns down via Stresa,
a couple of minutes before the attack.
No, but I saw the motorbike clearly.
There were two men nearby in uniform on the footpath.
One of them was from Corporatura media.
Minutes later, when the attack was in full swing, another 500
arrives at the other side of the intersection with an officer
from Rome's First State Police Precinct, Giovanni Intrevado.
He witnesses two uniformed men dragging someone towards a Fiat 132.
Stop! Stop! Go! Go!
- But they did it, they killed everyone. - Go back!
At the time of the attack, the President has five bags with him.
One containing top secret documents.
A second with his medicine and personal effects.
The other three only newspaper clippings and essays of his graduate students.
The three less important bags are left behind.
The other two are taken and never recovered. So, here are my questions.
How did the Brigades know which bags to take when it didn't have time to check.
Second one. Why such a spectacular kidnapping?
Everybody knew that the President went for a walk every morning
near the Stadio dei Marmi in the company of Maresciallo Leonardi.
Just the two of them. A kidnapping in such an isolated area
would have been much easier and would have cost less bloodshed.
Third one. How did the Red Brigades know with such certainty
that the President's car would take the via Fani road that morning.
They knew because the night before they went to via Brunetti,
which is an awful long way from via Fani and slashed the tires of a pick-up truck.
Why?
Because the owner is a florist who parked
between via Fani and via Stresa every morning.
If he had been there that morning, he could really mess things up for them.
Fourth. Why did they execute the men in the escort car? Not just take...
There must be another reason that no one survived via Fani.
And why were all the Brigades who took part in the shoot-out
wearing uniforms of commercial airline pilots?...
Why? If you wear a uniform, it's easier for witnesses to identify you.
Which is what happened.
And if you wear a uniform, it's easier to spot you in a getaway. So, why wear them?
I think it's because the commandos didn't know each other.
So, the uniform would keep them from shooting each other.
So, how come they didn't know each other?
Brava Fernanda. Brava. Why, Branco, why?
They were all Red Brigades. They should have known each other.
Maybe in the excitement, a uniform just creates a bigger, safer picture.
Soldiers wear uniforms in a war.
No, I think Fernanda's right. I think they didn't know each other.
We know that the guy who fired the 49 shots came to via Fani with Moretti.
He gets out of the 128, walks across the street to the side of the cafe Olivetti
and there he meets the rest of the commando team.
Now who is this guy? He fired nearly half the shots.
He's as cold as ice and he was never caught. Who is he?
He was probably a special brought in for the job and then gone,
who knows where, to do it again someplace else. They hired him.
Because they needed somebody really reliable...
to be sure they could get Moro out of there alive.
That's why the uniforms. He didn't know them, they didn't know him.
It must have been very scary for them.
Yes. It is scary.
But there is something you didn't notice.
That man in the trench coat. All hell is breaking loose around him.
He doesn't move. He just watches.
- I agree to go in this. - I would be to careful, come on.
We scanned these frames in ultra high resolution,
which means that now we can pretty much move anywhere we want to.
- Here! Can you stop here? - Yes.
Can you get closer?
Closer?
- Closer? - No. I'm afraid that's the limit.
- Can, can you bring him into focus? - Yeah, I think so. Hang on.
Thank you.
You're sure about what you saw?
The man in the trench coat is Camillo Guglielmi,
Ministry of the Interior, SISMI, Colonel in the Secret Services
who was working undercover for the... for the Gladio group.
The "stay behind" force?
All the right wing politicians that ran the clandestine military camps
just in case there was a Communist Party victory.
Exactly.
What was a SISMI Colonel doing in via Fani?
When we look back, was it possible that the Secret Service could be involved...
Hold it, hold it! Hold it! Someone opened the car!
I put this in the crack of the door before we left.
Somebody opened and closed it.
I see a light through the trees. They are not stars, Sir.
- They've spotted you. Get down! - I'm not afraid.
- Get down! Get down! - Get down!
A man asked me to give this to you.
Check the 'rogiti' of Gradoli 96 Street.
How was I mommy?
- Oh, yes, you were terrific! - You were wonderful! I was really scared!
- You made Mommy very proud. - You remember Branco?
Can I have your watch now, Daddy?
- Can I have your watch? - Yeeees...
I think we need an extra hole for your tiny, tiny wrists. What do you think, huh?
You're getting notes from nuns?
He brought it to you here, in the middle of my children's play?
First my telephone, now my kids? This guy is pissing me off, Rosario.
Why didn't he call me? He has my phone number.
He promised to lead you to the memorial. He calls the shots.
Yeah, but it's unforgivable.
- I'm, I'm so sorry. - Mommy! Mommy!
Goodbye, Francesco! Bye kids! You were great!
- Goodbye, Fernanda. - Oh, shut up, Rosario!
- Mommy. Mommy. - I'm coming!
Look, he's telling us to check the deeds from via Gradoli.
Fine. But tell him if he wants this thing done before he dies,
my family stays out of it.
- I found the file. - Thank you.
- Hi, Branco. - Hi.
- Rosario! - Yeah?
You're not going to believe what I'm about to tell you.
- Come with me. - Okay, one sec.
- Ready? - Yeah.
Before and during the fifty-five days of the Aldo Moro kidnapping,
a Brigade safe house was set up in via Gradoli, 96.
The building had 66 apartments. 24 of them were owned by Secret Services.
So, out of over one million housing units that were in the city of Rome in 1978,
Moretti set up his headquarters in an apartment
that's surrounded by agents of the Interior Ministry of the Secret Service.
Those three companies were Secret Service?
Yes. And that's not all. Before and during the kidnapping at via Gradoli, 89,
right in front of the safe house, there lives a certain Archangelo Montani,
a non-commissoned officer of the Carabinieri,
who is also an agent of the secret police.
And besides that, he comes from Porto San Giorgio.
The same town Moretti comes from.
They went to school together, for heaven's sake.
Do you realize that before the end of the day of the kidnapping,
Francesco Cossiga, who was then the Minister of the Interior,
had set up three, not one, not two,
but three different committees to deal with the crisis.
Nothing has ever happened that fast in Italy. So why?
P2, P2, P2, P2, P2, P2.
Massonic lodge, ultra secret.
Over here to keep an eye on Moro and the communists
and figure out what it means for NATO.
Almost all the members of those three committees are members of P2.
Steven Pieczenik is the overall chairman of those three committees.
He's an American, for God's sakes.
He was the head of the U.S. State Department's anti-terrorist unit.
Now his work, his presence here, was so undercover
that not even the U.S. Embassy was aware of him being here.
No minutes, not even a scribbled note of what was done
by those three committees was ever found in the Ministry of the Interior. Nothing.
So much lying, so much deception and it doesn't stop there.
On the 18th of April, 1978, Aldo Moro had been a prisoner of the Red Brigades
for 33 days, during which time, they had issued six communiques.
On the 18th, the newspapers published communique number seven which states
that Aldo Moro had taken an opportunity granted him by the Red Brigades
and taken his own life.
His body can be found at the bottom of Lake Duchessa.
At exactly the same moment that is released,
the woman here, in the apartment underneath the Red Brigades' safe house,
wakes up and sees water pouring through her ceiling.
So she calls the building manager.
He calls the fire department and the safe house is discovered.
Now look at these pictures.
What self respecting terrorist would leave a safe house looking like that? Look!
There is another strange thing.
No one tried to find out whose finger prints were at the safe house.
Why would a standard proceedure,
something they do for ordinary apartment burgleries, not be done here?
Because it was all fake. It was a phoney. The leak was deliberately set.
There was a hose up here, pouring water through that lady's ceiling.
Do we know who's behind it?
Yeah! Tony Chicchiarelli, famous art forger, a life of making fakes.
He wrote the communique number seven, but in court he wouldn't testify for whom.
So, who'd he write it for? Gladio group? Secret Services?
On the 14th of April, 1979, a little more than a year after the via Fani massacre,
three American tourists are in their taxi and they find a bag.
Sorry, Is this your bag?
So like the good citizens they are, they take it to the local Carabinieri.
And they give it to a Colonel who is also a member of P2.
And then they disappear into thin air, no trace of them.
They're never heard of again. Nobody knows who they are or where they are.
Let me read you a list of what was in the bag.
There was a pistol with the registration numbers filed off.
11 bullets, seven point six five caliber and one bullet of a larger caliber.
Eleven bullets just like the ones that killed Moro?
Come on.
IBM golf ball. Has all the letters on it.
It's what prints for an electric typewriter.
That particular one is "Light Italia number 12".
All the Red Brigades' communiques were printed on an IBM's electric
with a golf ball, the font of which was "Light Italia 12."
This. The package of paper tissues. The same color, same brand
as the ones used to stuff up the bleeding holes in the President's body.
And there are four typewritten pages,
one of which... details the plan to assassinate Mino, what's his name?
Pecorelli, a journalist.
Editor in chief of a weekly called "The Political Observer",
famous for its inside information.
Someone in the intelligence community leaked very sensitive information to him.
Now this is a copy of those four pages that were in the bag.
It says that Pecorelli is, quote: "to be eliminated.
Easily controlled, but highly suspicious. Utmost caution.
Usually drives a green Citroen CX, license plate, Roma RO8195", end of quote.
Now according to this file, they've been tailing him for days.
They even set a date to kill him.
Tuesday, March 6th, 1979.
But on that day, Pecorelli takes part in an ultra secret meeting
at the Piazza delle Cinque Lune.
The killers are lying in wait.
"Due to extended visit with high ranking Carabinieri officer
in Piazza delle Cinque Lune, operation postponed.
Termination no later than March 24th.
Allowing him more time could be a problem." End of quote.
Why? What's the rush? What is the urgency to kill Pecorelli?
Two weeks later, 9:35 P.M.,
Pecorelli comes out of his office in via Orazio, heads towards his car.
"Tuesday, March 20th, 9:40 P.M., receive news of successful termination.
Material retrieved. Unfortunately, incomplete.
Paragraphs 162, 168, 174, 177 missing". End of quote.
They're referring to the NATO stuff in the memorial.
So what are we supposed to believe from all of this?
That Pecorelli had possession of the memorial?
And that they killed him to get it back?
Pecorelli was at the meeting at Piazza delle Cinque Lune
with a high ranking office of the Carabinieri
and his good friend, Antonio Varisco.
Antonio Varisco was an officer of the Carabinieri
and a colonel of the Secret Service and possibly, his inside informer.
When Pecorelli was killed,
Antonio Varisco resigned from the Carabinieri to investigate his murder.
That meant giving up his bodyguard.
After a couple of months, he confided to a friend
that he was just one step away from a shocking discovery.
The morning of July 13th, 1979,
Colonel Varisco is driving his BMW along the Lungotevere.
On the 24th of March, 1984,
a "Brinks' money storage" facility on via Aurelia, just outside of Rome, is robbed.
Come on! Come on! Move! Sit down! Sit down! Take the shot!
The thieves got away with 35 billion lire. That's what 18 million euro?
This is what is left behind at the scene of the crime.
A smoke bomb, like the one when Varisco was killed.
Seven metal chain links. Seven keys.
And seven, 7.62 caliber Nato bullets.
Seven. Always seven. Lake Duchessa, communique number seven.
Six months later, on September 28th,
an assassin with a silencer kills Tony Chicchiarelli.
Investigation turns up that Chicchiarelli was the ring leader of the guys
who robbed the Brinks' money storage facility.
And he wrote the fake communique number seven
and he owned the bag found by the American tourists. So?
So, the heist is not a daring heist, it's payday.
He's being paid off for work done.
Circumstantially, it looks like the Secret Services
paid him off for doing work for them.
Hello.
It takes a lot of patience to build a ship inside a bottle, Your Honor.
You need to be methodical.
Patience and method, two virtues that you're certainly not lacking.
Where have you been? I need to see you.
Every time I solve a puzzle, there's another one inside it.
This is very hard work.
You're on the telephone. Don't be so naif.
Don't talk on the telephone. Didn't Branco tell you?
There's a note under your door. Memorise it and destroy it.
Memo...
Go to the Duomo tomorrow, 6 P.M., third confessional, left nave,
do not say anything to Doni or Branco.
Duomo, 6 P.M., third confessional, left nave.
Go to Duomo tomorrow, 6 PM. Oh, God, I didn't ask him about the photographs.
Duomo tomorrow, 6 P.M., third confessional, left nave.
- Is it you? - Yes.
Good. I have a question to ask you.
The Judge is a man. Man is mortal. The Judge is mortal.
- Do you know what that is? - It's a syllogism.
Right. Here's another one for you. Via Gradoli is not your ordinary safe house.
Moretti chose the via Gradoli safe house.
Moretti is not your ordinary terrorist. But then, why?
There is no time left. We have to get this done very quickly now.
My tumour is progressing a lot faster than your investigation.
I... I think I've been doing incredibly well. What I've just...
Stop talking! Go behind the altar. The wooden choir stall, sixteenth seat.
Sixty?
The sixteenth. Indulge my little symbolism, Rosario.
Everyone else has had theirs.
This affair, I'm sure you've noticed, is riddled with riddles.
Don't even think about it! Don't be stupid. Not now. Go to the choir stall.
- Are you here? - Ah, yes, my son?
Do you know who took the photographs of me at Santa Maria della Scala?
What.. what are you talking about?
Oh, father, excuse me.
Disappeared? What do you mean disappeared?
I can't find him. I told him to stay out of this.
And you too, please. Stay out of it. It's much too dangerous.
You were supposed to take care of him.
Oh, shit! I have to go.
- Are you Entity? - Not exactly, but close enough.
- My name is Rosario. - No, no name, Your Honour.
Wait for me. I'll be right down.
Ten years ago I would not have breathed
a single syllable of what I'm about to tell you.
But, if you're here, it must mean the time has come.
And in the end it's time, and time alone, that determines history's verdict.
Don't you agree, Your Honour?
Ah, if you mean the truth always reveals itself in time,
no, I don't think so. Not always.
Why are you looking around? Are you afraid you were followed? You weren't.
Hyperion?
Hyperion was a language school. Officially, that is.
To those in my community, it was known as The Company.
The Company was set up as a sort of clearing house
for the militant Marxist groups of Europe, the IRA, the ETA, the OLP
and of course, the Red Brigades.
It was able to provide money, documents, housing.
You know, when you look beyond the niceties, the procedural guarantees,
the sacred books, the true essence of society is gang warfare.
So it was radical French, The Company?
The Company was the CIA's most important branch in Europe.
Its task was to infiltrate and co-opt these violent groups.
This had been going on long before the rise of the Red Brigades, you understand.
You're surprised?
I'm shocked. I... I find it astounding how pervasive,
how insidious America's presence has been in our sovereign nations.
These agreements are never public policy.
These are taken care of in attics and on private terraces
where everyone is cosy and well acquainted.
Well, I'm sure they are. I'm sure they are.
So I'm to assume, am I, that the CIA was in some way behind Moro's kidnapping?
- Yalta was behind that. - Yalta?
Try to put yourself twenty-five years back.
In '78 Italy had the strongest Communist party in Europe
and it was about to take part in Aldo Moro's great leap.
Direct participation in Italian politics.
For Yalta this was a threat to its very foundation.
Hyperion helped to cancel that threat.
Cancel? Cancel! My God.
Are you at liberty to tell me how Hyperion accomplished this?
We opened two offices. One in Rome and one in Milan.
But you should know that both offices were in buildings
that were already occupied by secret service and front companies.
- Italian? - Hm.
And both offices were closed shortly after the President's death.
Do you by any chance know whether Mario Moretti ever became aware
that the CIA had infiltrated his Red Brigades?
They warned me that, that you were naive, Your Honour,
but consider this logically.
Via Fani, via Gradoli, Hyperion, wherever there is Moretti,
the Secret Service is right there behind him. Yes?
Yes, of course.
He would often come to Paris. I don't think it was for the tourism.
No, Moretti was not your ordinary tourist.
Well, good, excellent. Good afternoon, Your Honour.
Oh, I nearly forgot, I brought you a souvenir.
Don't be frightened, I'm not going to kill you. I've never killed anyone.
You're looking for the truth? Here it is.
- Dad. - What, what are you doing here?
- Where have you been? - What?
I have been looking for you for two days.
Branco and Fernanda were really worried about you.
I'm sorry.
Happy birthday, Daddy.
Oh, you are a dear girl.
You are a dear girl.
Thank you.
Oh, no. Oh, my God, oh, Ombretta.
How on earth will we ever be able to pay for this?
Don't worry, it was a bargain.
Stay back, Ombretta!
Oh! Good God! It's the antique dealer.
Oh, God.
What's going on?
I need to speak to you. Outside. Just a few words.
Who is it, Fernanda?
It's Rosario. Something I forgot. I'll be right back. This way.
So, where have you been?
- I went... - He went to Milan.
I'll explain later. The antique dealer, the shop in front of my apartment,
he was just killed on the street there, a hit and run.
He was my contact, Fernanda.
Oh, my God.
I met with him a week ago.
I messed up my chance to find out about the photographs.
Everything was so rushed and now this accident.
It wasn't an accident.
- How can you be sure? - The gun was on the ground.
It was a Taurus 38 special, a favorite among some professionals.
The holster you know, inside the antique dealer's jacket is an American make.
It's made in such a way that to draw the gun, you have to grab the butt
and go through two precise movements, one after the other,
one, two, like this, you see.
Otherwise it won't come out.
Not even if someone tries to yank it with all his might.
Maybe he drew it when he saw what was happening or... or they threw it there.
This is a warning.
Yes. It's a warning, all right.
Well, that's it. Goodbye memorial!
Look, before he died... before he was killed,
didn't the antique dealer give you something?
A lead, an address?
No. Nothing.
Nothing, Branco. Nothing at all.
Well, I have to go.
Fernanda, I've never interfered with your work before
and I don't intend to start now, but there is a limit to everything.
I'm sorry. I'm just very tired. Can we save it for tomorrow?
No, no, no, no, no, we, we have to talk about it.
It's... it's over a month now you've been in some other world.
You're... you're no longer part of this family, Fernanda.
That's not true!
- What's, what's going on? - It's just another investigation.
Oh, no, please! Please do not treat me like an idiot.
I, I don't want to know what Saracini's got you working on,
I only... I only want to know one thing.
Is it dangerous? Is it something that could put you in, in danger?
Maybe, a little, possibly.
We have a... Saracini has a... a source brought him a document.
Francesco, swear you won't ever mention a word of this.
Saracini's source was there, in via Fani when Aldo Moro was kidnapped.
He knows where the memorial is. The original Aldo Moro memorial.
The guy, he's a... was a terrorist.
What... what...? What do you mean... was?
There was a car accident. That's what they came to tell me.
No, no, no. You can't Fernanda, you...
Francesco, listen to me.
Every single person who ever came close to those papers is dead. They were killed.
Saracini lives alone, he has nothing to lose, but you... you have children.
You have, you have me, for God's sake! You do not have the right!
I'm a magistrate. I'm bound by...
Oh, don't! Don't!
This is your husband you are talking to, you are not in some courtroom.
Okay, okay. You're right. Don't yell, please!
Don't wake up the kids! They get scared!
Try to understand me, Francesco! We were so close to the truth!
The truth! What are you trying to do?
Redeem Italy? What a pompous, ridiculous!
I won't let you talk to me like that!
All this has been for your career and you won't even admit it!
- You are risking your family! - I don't want to talk about it anymore!
My very Sweet Noretta, I have reached the end of my options
and am at the point of closing my human experience, a miracle cannot even save me.
I've tried everything and now God's will has been done.
I believe I will come back to you in another form.
We will see each other again, we will find each other, we will love each other again.
I have to say thank you to you.
Kisses and hugs from me, face for face, eyes for eyes, hair for hair.
To each my immense tenderness that passes by your hands.
Be strong, my sweetness,
this incomprehensible absurd test, are the ways of the Lord.
I would like to understand how my mortal eyes will see you again.
If there was light it would be beautiful. A big hug. Aldo.
- Can I talk to Fraco Tritto? - And... who's speaking?
- It's Dr Nicolai. - Nicolai who?
Are you professor Franco Tritto?
Yes, but I want to know who I'm talking to.
Brigate Rosee... is... that ok?
- Have you understood? - Yes.
Respect the last will of the... the president, to tell the family
where they can find the corpse of the Honourable Aldo Moro.
What do you have to do?
- Can you hear me? - No, could you kindly please repeat.
No, no I can't repeat, listen.
- You have to tell the famliy. - Yes.
They will find the corpse of the Honourable Aldo Moro,
- Yes. - In Caetani St. Caetani St.
There is a Red Renault 4.
- The number plate starts with N5. - N5. Do I have to call the family?
- No, you have to go their personally. - I can't.
You can't?
- You have too. - Please, no...
So, we've come to the death of Aldo Moro.
His body was found in the trunk of a Renault 4 on via Caetani at 1:30 P.M.
The Red Brigades testified that he was killed at a safe house on via Montalcini
and then driven all the way to via Caetani.
- Relax, sir. We're going to move you. - Get in, please.
Make yourself comfortable. We're taking you somewhere else.
But why should we believe them?
A blast from a Scorpion submachine gun... perforated his lungs.
The Red Brigades thought that they had killed him, but the shots missed his heart.
The body moved.
And then they did kill him with two shots from a Walter PkP, nine millimeter.
They said that he died between 6 and 6:30 A.M. But that's a lie.
And more than that, they claim that they drove from via Montalcini to via Caetani.
Twelve kilometres!
Rome was sealed off, it was swarming with police.
And they say that they drove that distance
with the corpse in the trunk of a stolen car.
These are the forensic lab reports. Immediately after the body was found,
they established that the body had remained in the same position
after being hit by two nine millimetre bullets.
So, the execution must have taken place somewhere near via Caetani.
Because the body couldn't have stayed in exactly the same position
through twelve kilometres of city traffic.
The autopsy confirmed that
the entrance wounds were on the left side of Moro's body.
So the shots were fired from inside the car, not outside.
The back seat of the Renault 4 opens into the trunk.
Empty shell casings were found on the floor.
I don't think he was killed in via Montalcini.
I don't think he was even there.
I know the Red Brigades testified that they kept him there for fifty-five days,
but I think they're lying again.
When they did the autopsy they found sand in the left cuff of his trousers,
plus a spiney, thistle-like plant that was still alive
and there was earth and sand in his socks.
According to the Brigades, the sand was placed on purpose
to throw the investigation off track.
They lie. Now listen to what the report says.
"Moro's shoes present traces of a still fresh bituminous substance signifying
that within two or three weeks before the recovery of his body,
Moro must certainly have walked in an area along the seashore."
I mean, the same bituminous substance was found on the tires
and the mud-flaps of the Renault 4.
Then... going by what you're saying,
the President wasn't killed at the via Montalcini safe house,
but in the center of Rome, just a few hundred meters
from the place where the body was found.
Because the Secret Services are there.
You must not lose sight of the fact that
the directors of all of the Secret Services were affiliated in some way with P2.
That's the reason the Secret Services are here, in via Pio Foa,
where Mario Moretti had set up a printing press,
the one used for all the communiques regarding Moro's kidnapping.
The police raided the printing house here
and found an AB DIK 360 press, serial number 938508
that came from the Secret Service offices of the Ministry of Defence.
The press was owned by the army's special forces liaison committee
which is the umbrella for special units like the Gladiators,
the crack core trained to be part of the Gladio organization.
Hello, Rosario. How are you? Sorry for the delay.
- I'm retired. - Oh, come on, come on.
I will walk you over.
- Can you sign these? - No, no, later on.
I'll leave you in her capable hands.
Don't be fooled by her age, she's the brains in this outfit.
Sit down, Judge.
- What is your name? - Saracini.
So... you forgot your password, hm?
Yes. It's, it's a court document, very complex.
Ah, it doesn't matter what it is. I don't care what's on the diskette.
Let's have a look. You wrote it, right?
- I don't understand. - The diskette.
- I, I have to give it to you? - No diskette, no solution.
Ah, look please. All... all I need to know is can I open a file
if I have forgotten the password?
Absolutely. It can take some time, but sooner or later, you can get it.
Good. So what do I have to do?
Bring me the diskette and I'll crack it for you. Oh, don't worry.
Your friend, my boss, told me all about it.
I just open the door for you and then you are on your own. My father's Sicilian.
Hello. Can I call you later? Okay.
You are not going to climb to the top, are you?
- What's today? - Tuesday.
- No, I mean the date. - October 4th.
Our investigation is one and a half months old.
When we began, we were metaphorically, down in the piazza.
Come on, we'll be able to speak freely up here. Now look. Go on, look.
I assure you that I am in complete possession of my faculties.
Most of them, anyway.
- What do you see? - Piazza del Campo.
Roofs...
It is from this height that we understood
that the via Fani kidnapping was not an ordinary kidnapping. Come on.
And now look. What do you see?
We're beginning to have a clearer view of the city underneath
and the direction of the streets.
It is from this perspective, that we understood
that via Gradoli was not an ordinary safe house. Come on.
We'll stop here. We're about three-quarters the way up the tower.
From here you can see the entire city. Beautiful. Dai.
From this view, what do we know?
That Moretti was not an ordinary terrorist leader.
Absolutely right. Let's go to the top.
Now, let me explain to you why I've dragged you all the way up here.
I didn't go to Milan, I went to Paris.
You went to Paris?
The antique dealer sent me to Paris to meet a man named,
for the moment anyway, Entity.
The Entity?
I don't know who he is. All I can tell you is what he told me.
He told me that he had been connected
with an educational institution named, Hyperion.
Hyperion? The Parisian language school?
He explained to me that is was a cover for the CIA.
It was their most important branch in Europe.
"The Company" with its mandate to prevent Communism from assuming power anyway
in the west's sphere of interest.
Or the umbrella for everything.
According to Entity, in the logic of Yalta,
Moro's historic compromise is unthink- able, it is categorically unacceptable.
In the spring of 1945, Churchill, Roosevelt and Stalin meet in Yalta
to decide their respective areas of influence.
Italy is given to the West.
So that's where Italy has to stay if the balance of power is going to work.
That... that day in Paris, Entity gave me this little gift.
It's a field manual prepared by an intelligence branch of the U.S. Army
in 1970, issue FM 3031 B. Top secret.
It lays out all the contingency measures to be taken in ally countries
if the Communists look like they might get elected
or if a Communist military threat seems to be imminent.
It's all down here in black and white. It tells the agent exactly what to do.
What interventions to use and how to use them, from infiltration to provocation.
When and what violent action to take right up to quote:
"the abduction and assasination of political leaders." End of quote.
So, that's our view, that's our over view.
That's what we know about the Moro case. It's pretty clear, isn't it?
I think you have quite a case, Your Honour.
But it doesn't tell us where the original of the memorial is.
The complete original.
Those 419 photocopied pages are only a part of the memorial.
I know where the memorial is.
Just going down.
Come on my? Hey, hello. Hey, hey, where's my watch, huh?
- Aaagh! Na, na, na, na, na! - Yeah! When do I get it back?
- Sunday. - Sunday?
- Did you see my watch? - It's not your watch, it's Daddy's.
Oh, what is the time now, huh? When do I get it back?
- I'm sorry. No. - You can't go there.
- No. - Please calm down.
Please, please. No. No. No. I'm sorry. You have to wait here...
Excuse me lady, just a minute, can you come with me?
Thy fairest men also shall fall by the sword and thy valiant ones in battle
and her grace shall lament and mourn and she shall sit desolate on the ground.
It was an accident, Your Honour. An accident.
It wasn't your fault, Daddy.
Ombretta's right. He shouldn't have tried to pass.
I never dreamed it would come to this.
I think it's probably best to send everything
to the the Prosecutor's office in Rome.
Of course, Your Honour. As you wish.
Come on Daddy. I'm going with you.
Ah, no..no, no. You go ahead. I want to be alone for a little bit.
I'll.. I'll make it back on my own.
Ombretta?
Hello.
- Judge Saracini? - Yes.
I've cracked it.
I beg your pardon?
I've found the password. I opened the file.
No, no. No, Your Excellency.
No, I'm not conducting an invest... No, no I'm... I'm not conducting an inquiry.
I'm, I'm retired, I couldn't even...
Excuse me, I, I didn't hear what you said.
Yes, uhm. Yes, I... I will come through.
Tomorrow? Yes, sir.
Well, it seems my journey is over.
I've been summoned to Rome, not the sort of invitation one can refuse.
Well, you were going to give it to them anyway, so...
Maybe. My apartment's been ransacked, my house too. I've no choice.
I'm sorry. That's what happens. Anything I can do to help you, Your Honour?
Yes, my dear old friend. You can make me a promise. I do not think that I...
Come on! Come on! Inside, inside, quick, quick!
- There's not. The water in there. - Huh.
- Water. - Yeah.
So tight to passing into face quick.
It's alright. We're safe!
- Oh, God. God. - It's over. We're safe.
I do not think I will be able to go and get the memorial myself.
Your Honour, what are you saying?
- I need you to promise me something. - Yes, Your Honour.
I... I need you to call this telephone number
if for some reason I don't come back. A journalist will answer.
He's a loyal, old friend and I need you to give him this.
And I need you to promise one other thing.
Yes, Your Honour.
Take care of Ombretta. She's a good girl.
I am prejudiced, but she's a special girl.
Yes, Your Honour.
I'll miss the train.
Your Honour!
You didn't tell me the password.
Piazza delle Cinque Lune. All lower case, one word, no spaces.
That's the password. That's the key to the memorial.
Judge Saracini?
Please.
Well, Your Honour, sometimes we are swept up by events bigger than we are.
I'm sorry.