- Here we go again! Angela! - What do you want, dad?
Must you phone every morning?
Why? Must a girl necessarily have to have a boyfriend?
What are you doing, Salvatore? Still not in...
- Just a minute! - A minute?
We've got water for once and you let it get cold?
It's a waste, a sin to God!
There are people in Palermo who'd kill for a bit of water.
Now get in, your sister's having a bath after you.
I did know, I really did!
That was why I didn't want to get in my bath,
because people really died for water in Palermo
and a special person had made me see this,
a journalist who'd declared war on the Mafia.
"The people behind the murder of the carabiniere"
"weren't the Bontates, the Inzerillos or the Badalamenti,"
"but the new Mafia chiefs from Corleone."
That journalist was Mario Francese, he wrote for the "Giornale di Sicilia".
One day the teacher had us read some of his articles in class
and it was like a bolt from the blue.
Do these things really happen? Here? In Palermo?
Unfortunately yes, Alice, here in your city.
And how does this man know about it?
You'll be able to ask him yourselves.
Because this man is coming to see you in a few days.
I started asking around and realized it was a very important visit.
We could do with other journalists like him, Salvuccio.
And politicians, directors, policemen. They should all be like him.
He's great, really great. Mario is a friend.
Anyway, journalists are all the same, they write a load of rubbish.
- Who invited him? - Gabriella, the teacher.
Gabriella the teacher invited him? Does Sister Battista know about it?
I see. So some parents have complained?
It's normal, they're not sure their children are ready for certain things.
Honestly, I'm not sure either it's right to confront them with the outside world.
Sooner or later they'll find out on their own.
Precisely, so why have them grow up before time?
Look at them.
They're so sweet.
When the great day arrived we were all very excited.
- What car do you think he has? - A Mercedes, like my dad.
Excuse me, children, I'm looking for Miss Gabriella.
She's inside. We're waiting for someone.
- A very important journalist. - Who goes on the telly too.
Giving the full names of crooks and criminals!
- He must be a big shot then. - Yeah.
- Children... Mr. Francese, welcome! - Good morning.
We discovered that famous journalist, the big shot, was a normal, frank person
who had a gift for making everyone understand, even us children.
I have a passion, I love animals.
I've got a little house in the country where I go with my children on Sundays.
As I feed the birds, I think of Palermo, the most beautiful city in the world,
and I immediately feel homesick.
It might be because I'm away from it, in fact as soon as I come back
and I see the rubbish in the streets, neglectfulness everywhere,
the faces of the mafiosi, their politician friends, ordinary people,
a great sadness and a great rage come over me.
So you love this city even if you speak badly about it?
- Let's see... What's your name? - Salvatore.
If you go out with your hair uncombed, what will your mother say?
That I'm scruffy.
Does she say so because she loves you or because she's making fun of you?
- Because she loves me. - You see?
If you love someone you must tell them the truth
or else you become a tacit accomplice.
- Do you know what "omertà" is? - No.
It's when you know something, but pretend you don't know it.
"Omertà" is the great evil of this place.
It's to bullies what water is to vegetables,
the more there is of it the better they grow.
My job is to extract this water.
Is your job very hard?
You'll see for yourselves if it's hard,
because Mr. Francese and I have decided you'll carry out an investigation too.
- What do we have to investigate on? - You can choose.
It must be something that concerns you closely and you care for.
The one he'll consider the most worthy will be published in his newspaper.
What if someone gets angry with these "instigations"?
The word is "investigation".
If someone gets angry, tough, it's the hazards of the job.
You know what they say, "barking dogs seldom bite".
A cuckold! The Mafia's a cuckold now!
It's not "cuckold", it's the concord between the Mafia and politics.
It means they're together.
How the hell do they know?
Who the hell's written this article?
It's signed at the bottom, uncle Totò.
Mario Francese.
Him again? Didn't you tell him not to break our balls?
I sent him two letters, Totò.
Then he's an idiot. He knows how to speak, but not how to listen.
I'll write mine on war invalids, like my father.
But he's a fake invalid. Didn't you hear he said we must tell the truth?
- I'll do mine on sailors out at sea. - On what?
On sailors, like my dad, always at sea and never at home.
We'll do ours on the kidnapping of wealthy children.
- We? We who? - Alice and I.
We're doing it together because we're both scared of this.
- There's my dad, bye! - Bye.
- I'm not that scared. - Then why are you doing it with Fofò?
Because... he's my boyfriend.
I'm doing mine with Santina.
- What are we doing together? - The investigation.
- Really? About what? - It's a secret. I'll tell you later.
I was terribly worried, my friends had subjects that concerned them closely
while around me everyone was waiting to move to the new house
and sacrifices didn't seem to matter.
Dad had quit smoking to save on everything
and pay the monthly mortgage when he got it.
Mum went on getting up at five not to lose a single day of work.
- Are you tired, love? - A little.
And my sister cooked for my mum. But they were all happy.
You try running an investigation on happiness!
I would've given anything for a disaster to strike my family.
Take the glasses.
Then luckily something happened.
There's no water for the pasta!
- Again? - Yes!
And I've got to wash my hair!
You washed it yesterday! And you say you don't have a boyfriend!
Dad, boyfriend or not, I have to wash my hair!
Please, I don't want to hear you!
I'll get the water, it'll give me a nice walk.
Salvuccio, come with mum to get the water.
- I'm laying the table! - Come with mum, darling.
Getting water was torture, but I'd found the subject for my investigation.
Mum, why's water always off in Palermo?
- Who knows, Salvatore. - It's the pipes!
- It's the evil eye! - They steal our water!
This problem concerned everyone closely,
water in Palermo arrived in fits and starts
and at the craziest hours
and one had to avoid getting caught unprepared.
It's coming!
Is it? Lorenzo, it's coming! Angela, the water's coming.
- The buckets! - Me! Me!
- Get the others from the kitchen. - Dad, I must wash my hair!
- Wait for your turn. - What are you doing?
- What do you think? I'm washing. - With your shoes on?
I'll take them off right now.
- But the water's cold. - Must I really tell you I smell?
We greeted storms like African tribes greet the wet season.
- Come on, Giovanni! - Giammarresi, it's raining!
- Let's hope it lasts. - Excuse me, Mr. Presti Filippo.
Did you get the big one, Pia?
It's the only one available, the others are on the cooker!
Come on, it's raining!
The irony is that all this seemed more than normal.
What do you mean there's no water? Water is never off at my house.
You just have to go to the fountain.
Listen, Totò, no-one gives a damn about water.
Did you hear that? We'd better change.
Why? Who says they're right?
And who says you're right?
Hey, stop! Aren't you coming to school?
No. If the teacher asks, say I felt sick and had to go back home.
It was the first time I skived off school,
but I believed it was for a good cause.
I had important business to deal with.
What about the article?
As soon as you hand it in we'll go to the director together...
- Excuse me. - Hold on, Cosimo. Yes?
- May I speak to Mr. Mario Francese? - Mr. Mario Francese?
- Yes. It's about an investigation. - An investigation?
Yes.
- And who must I announce? - Salvatore, class 5B.
Rosario told Angela he'd introduce her to a good friend of his from the north
and she really stressed out.
Here's my friend, straight from Arcore, but used by the factory.
- You tricked me! - Yeah, it was a joke.
- You like it? - It's beautiful!
Wait till you see it run. It'll puff up your hair. Come.
- I can't now. - Why?
- I've got a Latin version. - A version? Get on, you must try it.
Let's make it this afternoon.
- What about your brother? - I'll find a solution.
Well done, my love!
Hurry and get this version done. Off you go!
Come in, the director's waiting for you.
Director, Mr. Giammarresi is here.
- Come in, Giammarresi. - Good morning, Director.
- Sit down. - Thank you.
Would you like a sweet?
- Choose. - I'll take this one.
My favourite, toffee.
Mmmh, toffee.
Thank you.
Let's have a look.
Giammarresi. Giammarresi.
- Family of? - Two children.
Two.
Well done, Giammarresi.
Everything's in order.
I can't today, I've got my piano lesson.
- Can't you put it off? - No,
you've no idea how much mum pays for the lessons.
I'm sorry, but I'm busy too. If I'd known before...
How could I've known before? Good friends, I'm asking you a favour!
If you have a problem with your brother, I can look after him.
I'm sorry I couldn't avoid hearing.
- Would you really? - Yes, for you.
- Thank you! - Good morning.
Giammarresi! Are we organizing a ballet?
Shall I ask the headmaster to play some music over the PA?
So as to brighten this moment of...
I'd like to say passion, but it doesn't rhyme.
You're laughing? You're laughing?
I take it you'd rather have an oral exam, right?
You said we had to choose a subject we cared about,
but water may be a wrong subject.
No, Salvatore, it's a good subject.
- Mario! The post. - Thanks.
- So what do I do? Do I go ahead? - Certainly you go ahead.
But let me tell you something,
do you know Petrarch's poem? "Clear, sweet fresh water"?
Yes.
You must know that nothing is clear in Sicily, not even water.
YOU'RE A DEAD MAN
- Is everything alright? - It's alright.
Men of Colorado, I'll say my goodbyes and I'll go.
Bye, Mario.
- What does "men of Colorado" mean? - Nothing. Do you like cowboy films?
- Yes. - Me too.
Mario Francese's words had filled me with enthusiasm,
I spent the whole morning at the library where I discovered lots of things.
Palermo used to have a lot of water,
in fact its name meant "whole port" for the Phoenicians
and it was crossed by three rivers, the Kemonia, the Papireto and the Oreto.
The first two had been filled in,
but the third one flowed somewhere in the suburbs,
so I had an idea worthy of a great water engineer,
a pity that certain people cared little or nothing about my investigation.
- Why must I stay with him? - Because.
- But I've my investigation to do! - Please! And promise you won't run off.
- Hi. - Thanks, Marco, it's a great favour.
No problem, but I still don't see what you must do that's so important.
Go for a ride.
- Enjoy yourself. - You be good, okay?
Bye.
- Do you want a lollipop? - I've never liked them.
- An ice-cram? - Not now.
A ride on the roundabout?
No, I want to see the river Oreto, it's for an investigation for school.
A river?
Unfortunately Marco didn't have a bike,
but he found a way to get to the river anyway.
We could do what the Venetians did to the river Po,
divert the Oreto to bring it back into the city.
There's lots of water in a river.
- Does it sound a stupid idea? - No, on the contrary, it could work.
I felt that was a magical day. It was the first time I went sailing
and I thought I'd found a solution to the issue of water in Palermo.
Seen from the sea,
maybe because of the distance, as Mario Francese had said,
it really looked like the most beautiful city of the world.
But as soon as we got closer it wasn't that beautiful.
I think we're there.
What?
- Where's the river? - There it is.
It had been reduced to a sad suburban stream.
That's it.
In the pictures I saw it was a large river and full of water.
It was clear. It even had fish in it. It was a beautiful river!
One moment it's the most beautiful city of the world
and the next it's the ugliest of places.
You see it's impossible to understand? Just like people.
I'd found in Angela's classmate a new friend I had much in common with,
especially one thing.
- Do you think they've gone far? - I don't know.
Well, as long as they go slowly.
- Shall we go back? - Yes.
My ideas to solve the issue of water in Palermo
hadn't withstood the confrontation with the harsh reality,
and because of the wind, it took us twice as long to get back
and my sister had been walking up and down the beach for an hour.
Where were you? I thought you'd drowned!
Sorry, it took us ages to get back.
We went to see the river for my investigation on water,
but it was useless. I'll have to start it all over again.
Did you help him with the investigation?
Yes, we took the opportunity.
- Thanks. - What about you? Was it fun?
- Excuse me, here's the bill. - Thanks.
- What's the matter? - What's the matter?
- Is it too steep? - Holy shit, it is!
- Anyway, we're not paying. - What do you mean?
No, the owner's from the MSI.
Oh Angela! Militancy to the end. It's an act of proletarian expropriation.
Why, are we proletarians?
Angela, I've got no money, I spent it on the petrol.
What do we do now?
Nothing, I get the bike, you jump on as soon as I come and we leave.
Yes, it was fun.
- Dad will be mad at us, you know? - Yes, I know.
Shall we go?
- Bye. - Bye.
That evening dad didn't even notice we were late
because he'd had a great disappointment too.
Giammarresi, I know you're honest, so I'll be honest with you too,
we can't give you the mortgage, as you say.
Why, what do you say?
And he says, "With your salary and your wife's temporary salary"
"you'd need a nice house to mortgage."
I said, "Forgive me, but if I had a nice house to mortgage,"
- "why would I want a nice house to buy?" - And the director?
He says that's how economy works, there's nothing to be done...
Sometimes I think Angela's right,
we need a good old revolution once and for all!
Lorenzo, we've been through a lot, we'll get through this too.
I say things, but after all I like this house, I'm fond of it.
- Are you saying it to make me happy? - No, it's true.
Our children were born here, we've all our memories, right?
It was a hard blow for the whole family.
Our happiness vanished that afternoon
and everything seemed useless and unbearable.
My mum was actually even more disappointed than my dad.
She'd got so much used to the idea of moving house
she didn't sleep that night and the next morning, for the first time...
- Excuse me, where are we? - At San Cipirello.
I had to get off in Partinico!
Suddenly sacrifices had lost all their sense.
Dad went to his office as one goes to forced labour
and my sister went back to refusing to be a scullery maid.
Angela!
- Haven't you even made the coffee? - I'm busy, I've no time.
Alright then!
I felt my investigation was getting nowhere
and I could see Fofò's and Alice's names side by side in the newspaper.
- I'll be right back, dad. - Okay.
- Hi, Salvatore. - Hello.
- Do you know each other? - Sure.
- He came to my school. - We're colleagues now, right?
Yes, I went to the mouth of the Oreto,
but it's become a dirty little river.
It's very sad, nothing can be done with it.
Don't check out things downstream, but upstream. Upstream!
- How are things with your sweetheart? - She's still not my sweetheart.
Salvatore's in love with a girl who's giving him quite a hard time.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Salvuccio, shall we go? It's late.
- Hi. - Hello.
- Bye. - Bye, Salvatore.
Bye.
- When did you receive this one? - Yesterday.
Had you ever received such explicit threats before?
No, not like this one.
The postmark's from Messina,
but I bet it was written in Corleone.
- Hello, childr... - Mrs. Pia, come in!
What? Don't worry, it's no problem.
Mine are with Father Fabio,
I kept the door closed so nobody noticed.
- Is everything okay? - Yes, it's alright, I just ran.
- Thanks. - Don't mention it.
Are you coming back to Palermo with me later on?
- I don't know... we'll see. - It's only to get you home before four.
I wouldn't want to profit.
You'd profit if it wasn't a pleasure for me, but it is, really.
- Give me your coat, I'll take it. - Thanks.
Pia, one more thing.
You're beautiful when you smile.
- Isn't Mrs. Pia beautiful? - What are you saying?
Yes!
- Say goodbye to Mr. Ayala, say bye. - Bye!
- See you later, children. - See you later. Bye, thanks.
Have you called the register? I'll do it.
"Giammaresi", at your age you're still running after those rotten banks?
Who should I ask this mortgage from then?
The problem isn't who to ask the mortgage for the house,
it's why ask.
Didn't you want to buy that beautiful house you saw?
Yes!
Didn't I tell you the constructors were friends of mine?
Honest people who'd understand the situation?
- What situation? - Aren't you an honest person?
- Certainly. - So?
No need for guarantees and other crap among honest people.
- No? - No!
- Haven't you got 40 million? - No.
- Have you got three? - Well, three... maybe...
Then you give three today, another three the year after,
another three the following year and so on.
And if you don't have three, you give them two.
You give what you have.
- Just like this...? - Just like this!
And if you can't manage 40 you give them 35, it's the same.
- The same. - Giammarresi!
What do you say? Do you want to meet these friends?
Musumeci, give me a moment to think about it.
No, your moments last a month and the houses go.
- Hi, Santina. - Hi.
We must go to Mount Gibilmesi this afternoon
to see the source of the Oreto. - Why?
Francese told me, we must find out where it stops being a real river.
Nice! We've finished our investigation.
Actually, a friend of Fofò's father wrote it.
It's all typed up.
What's the fun in having it written by someone else? Come with us.
To the source of the river... It might be fun.
It sounds like bullshit, and what's this river anyway?
The Oreto.
Do you at least know where exactly the source is?
That's not a problem.
- Four to three. - Four to four.
It's not four to four. You're stealing my points.
Hi!
Hi, Salvù, what are you doing here?
I've come with some friends because we'd like to know...
Are you a barman or a forest ranger?
What do you mean?
Shouldn't you be at work at this time of day?
- I'm having my lunch break, why? - Is this lunch break time?
Coffee break. And who am I speaking too?
Fofò.
Ah, the one that...
- All clear, thanks. - Alice.
Pleased to meet you, Massimo, hi.
Hello, I'm Santina, Salvatore's girlfriend.
I see.
Patrizia, shall we give the kids some crisps? They must be hungry.
Sure!
Pleased to meet you.
Come on, kids. How sweet they are all together!
Come over here, Salvù. Your girlfriend looks rather peaked...
Yes, but I'm with her to get the other one jealous, as you told me.
As you told him.
Yes, but I said something else, he didn't understand.
How can she be jealous of that one? Have you seen her?
Whatever.
- Uncle, I've a question. - If only you had just one.
Shoot.
Sicilian Forestry Corps was a typical product of our regional autonomy.
You weren't right, but dead right to come to me.
Let's go to my office. Hi!
He has all the maps, we'll find the source fast.
Oh, sorry.
I think he needs the map to find his office.
Has your daughter got married then?
Lucky her!
- Who is it? How are you? - Alright. Alright.
- Have you made changes here? - No.
Couldn't you have name plates like in all civilized countries?
No-one wants to do a shit here.
Have you got it?
So this is the toilet.
I tell you what, instead of looking at papers and maps
why don't we go directly to the source?
If you want to understand things you must see them with your own eyes.
My uncle Massimo would have bent over backwards for me
and to help me find that blessed source
he did what he should've done ages ago as a forest ranger,
he went into the woods.
My dad has a passion for the mountains,
every year we go skiing in Canazei.
- Is this the right way? - Yes!
If you could be quiet a minute I'd hear the sound of the river.
Come and see these strange plants.
- Where? - Here, look.
I'm coming.
Wait, why don't you help your girlfriend who seems to be having some trouble?
Look at how pretty they are.
- And what are those flowers? - What?
Those yellow flowers must have a name, right?
They certainly have.
They're... "lilyettes", "jayettes".
- "Lilyettes", "jayettes"? - Yes.
Never heard of them.
- And those plants over there? - They're not plants, they're bushes.
I can see that, but what kind of bushes?
"Cuccureddu", it's a "cuccureddu" bush.
Like the Juventus player?
Yes, the same, but it's just a coincidence.
Never heard this one either.
Because it's rare. Let's go or we'll dry it up by looking at it.
Oh, at last!
Do you need to catch your breath, Santina?
- I'm staying here. - What do you mean?
- I'd rather. - We're nearly there, just two minutes.
- I'm staying here. - Alright, as you wish.
Okay, then take your coat.
- You won't move from here, right? - No.
- Promise? - Promise.
Alright.
Sorry, but how can "cuccureddus" dry up?
Cuccureddus are insecure flowers,
if you look at them, they'll stop sucking up water and die of thirst.
Heard that? They're like you, insecure.
Let's go kids, this way.
Instead of going up the mountain we went round it.
Fofò, I'm not lost, it's just that...
We came out on the opposite side and having walked an hour in the woods...
- What are you doing there? - What are you doing here?
I stayed where you left me.
Careful here.
Uncle?
- What are they doing here? - No idea.
I'm a ranger not a surveyor.
- Excuse me, what are they doing here? - A lake.
- Is it the Garcia dam? - Yes.
I've got it, kids, it's a great engineering work.
They're building a huge dam here. They even spoke about it on the news,
we can forget about the issue of water in Palermo.
With this dam we'll quench thirst in Palermo, in Sicily, in Basilicata...
They'll have a shower!
- When will it be finished? - Never.
It was started 30 years ago and they're still pretending to work.
30 years? Why haven't they finished?
Why? 'Cos dogs always bite the most tattered.
- What did he mean? - Nothing, forget about him.
Have you had a look at him? At the very least he brings bad luck.
Look at how big and beautiful it is. It'll make a wonderful lake.
Do you know what? We'll take a nice picture.
Stand over here.
Move over here.
That's it.
Come on, smile. Hey, smile.
- Come on, Massimo! - What's this familiarity?
Salvatore?
- Are you sure you love me? - Yes.
Even if I'm not like Alice?
- Yes. - Thank goodness.
My uncle really believed the dam was an opportunity
for the development and well-being of everyone,
but unfortunately some people couldn't care less about everyone's well-being.
- Is the pillar reinforced? - Reinforced, yes.
- How much iron are you putting? - To tell the truth, only just enough.
If it's only just enough, then use even less.
Tell the foreman to put more sand.
What are all these lorries? Where the hell are they running to?
The thing is that newspapers report delays.
A journalist came asking questions the other day.
Really?
What's his name?
He's very popular...
Mario Francese.
He's breaking our balls!
You see how lively he is, Giuseppe?
He's stopped eating because he's full.
We'll set him free out in the country tomorrow.
Tomorrow, daddy?
Wouldn't spring be better? He's still little.
You're still little too, but would you like to be in a cage?
No, you don't get it.
They've cut the mountain in half and raised a monument.
Pia, a monument! You tell them, Salvo.
- Or they'll think I'm inventing stuff. - Yes.
They're not like you, Lorenzo, getting old trying to buy a house.
Let me tell you just one thing,
the world was created in seven days. That's it.
Can't any of you react? Or must I die?
- What's going on? - The mortgage. We didn't get it.
Come on, Pia, leave it...
- Shit. I didn't know. - It's alright.
They said they'd give us the house without any help from the bank, but...
But?
My boss knows the constructors
and says they can give us the house...
on faith.
So what's your problem? I've told you a million times,
opportunities turn a man into a thief but missed ones turn him into a twit.
Accept. Lorenzo, accept!
Excuse me.
Have I hurt him?
A veil of sadness had come down upon that dinner
and I felt that my father's bitterness
had something in common with my doubts about my research,
so the words of the old man in the mountain came back to my mind.
He's the prophet of spaghetti, he cooks it in lots of different ways.
Today he's cooking it in a new way.
Dad?
What's the meaning of "dogs always bite the most tattered"?
- That dogs always bite the poor. - Yes, I got that.
But why?
Because the world's unfair, Salvù.
So you don't want to meet my friends?
Not yet, I'd better not.
"Giammaresi", I'm telling you dispassionately,
if you carry on this way, you won't do a bloody shit in your life!
We realized that to achieve our objectives
we had to overcome trials that were far too big for us.
It's a lovely photo.
Yes, on the way there we saw strange plants.
What do you mean by strange?
One stops sucking water from its roots if you look at it and it dies of thirst.
Really? Here you are! Alice was telling me.
It's going to be a wonderful investigation.
I'm not sure, miss. I think I won't finish it.
No? Why?
- Alice, you talk to him. - Salvatore, why won't you finish it?
I think we'll win then. Ours is really good.
It's completely typed up with no mistakes.
- So? Why won't you finish it? - Because I won't.
I haven't understood anything about this water problem.
The thing is that I'm not sure about anything, as you said.
Not even about Santina, I don't know if I can go on pretending.
Pretending what?
What do you mean? Can't you see I don't like her at all?
- Salvatore... - I'm pretending.
I don't like Santina, she's so fat!
What?
You said a completely different thing yesterday.
You said you liked me as I was.
You're really... a bad person. Santina! Wait for me!
What's going on, children?
You're really a bad person.
Awfully bad.
Left alone, with no friends,
I decided to wipe out all the doubts that had blocked me
and dived heart and soul into the research.
Or at least I tried.
- The version was hard, wasn't it? - Yeah, well...
Rosario!
Are you always the first to come out?
- Are you Marco? - Yes.
Thank you for looking after Angela's brother. Thanks.
- No problem. - You see?
There's no problem, you can ask him next time too.
Nice to meet you, buddy, really nice.
Always fight hard! Always!
My mother had decided instead to try getting something somewhere else.
- What are you doing? - I'm parking.
- Why? - I'm taking you out for lunch.
What are you saying? I must go home.
Sorry, I thought it wasn't a problem for you to get back home at four.
And when did I say that?
Forget it, that's not the point. I've already booked.
- Antonio, let's not joke, okay? - Can you tell me something?
You work yourself to death every day to get to school in time, right?
God knows how many other things you've got to do at home.
So what harm would it do to take a few hours for yourself just for once?
It's nothing bad, right?
So let's go!
For the love of his family,
my father had started a fierce struggle against his honest man's conscience
and he knew that by accepting he'd make our life better.
May I speak to Mr...?
Alright, I'll wait.
I'm at the office, don't worry.
Laura, I'll be back in a minute.
Come in.
- "Giammaresi", tell me all. - So...
I wanted to tell you...
we're short of carbon paper.
Could you take care of it?
Thanks.
What is it? Don't you like it?
I do.
So what?
Because I like it so much I don't feel like eating it...
here... like this.
But it's nothing to do with you.
Take me back home.
Hello?
Is Santina in?
Can you tell her I called?
I'm Salvatore, her classmate.
Thank you, have a good evening.
I finished the investigation on my own,
but in the meantime it had become something different and I felt guilty.
"Dear Mr. Francese,"
"You said one must always start from something one cares for"
"and I asked myself why there was a water shortage in Palermo,"
"but to answer this question I asked myself another one,"
"why is there always water in Fofò's house?"
"Why have we polluted our rivers and killed all the fish?"
"Why does it take 30 years to build a dam? And so on."
"In the end this investigation hasn't turned out like a real one,"
"but rather like a list of questions that I can't answer."
"So I'd like to apologize for having wasted your time."
"I'm really sorry, Salvatore Giammarresi."
Unfortunately we never got to know what Mario Francese thought.
Unfortunately he won't...
He won't be able to read anything.
He won't be able to read anything because...
...because...
Yet, after all these years I like to imagine him smile
at the thought of that letter that was a little nonsensical,
but written from the heart.
Men of Colorado, I'll say my goodbyes and I'll go!
Bye, Mario.
The killer, Leoluca Bagarella, shot him a few meters away from his front door.
That was on January the 26th, 1979.
Giuseppe, what are you doing?
Nothing, it's for the birds to come and keep him company.
THE COURAGE OF TRUTH PAID WITH LIFE
From that day Giuseppe never found peace until the law did him justice.
The Court of Assizes of Palermo acknowledges criminal liability
of the indicted Riina Salvatore, Madonia Francesco,
Greco Michele and Bagarella Leoluca
sentencing them to 30 years of imprisonment each.
The total penalty meted out to the accused
for the crime imputed to them, seems congruent and...
Mario Francese was killed because he'd taken to heart the Garcia dam
with which the Corleone clan was running a highly lucrative business.
Having achieved all the things he'd dedicated his life to,
the respect of his father's memory,
Giuseppe Francese took his own life at the age of 36.
His mother and siblings wrote in the "Giornale di Sicilia"
"Giuseppe has gone."
"He turned the corner fast from a life which marked him in his soul"
"looking for peace up there in his father's embrace."