The funeral of my friend Boris took place two days after the murder.
...to our Palermo to welcome the disfigured remains
of an honest citizen, a family man,
a righteous servant of the people, of the State and of the Law:
Boris Giuliano, head of the Palermo flying squad,
slaughtered by those who had an interest in getting rid of him.
I would have liked to go.
Honey, funerals are not for children.
But I did go to grandpa's funeral.
What's that got to do with it? Grandpa was grandpa.
And he was my friend.
My father too hadn't wanted me to go.
It was his way of protecting me, and he succeeded at times.
But he wasn't as successful in protecting himself.
How did it go?
It was beautiful.
Beautiful?
A funeral?
Pia, there were lots of people there, many people,
and the Cardinal's sermon was filled with courage and hope.
But, most of all, there were lots of people there,
all against this rot.
So what's wrong?
Boris is dead
which, unfortunately, is very sad.
We have to hold on to that hope
leave the sadness, horror and violence outside this house.
Which are good favours and which are bad favours?
If dad takes Musumeci's place, will he be a mafioso too?
If you don't die for women in Palermo, what do you die for?
What do you mean by saying "they kill each other"?
If Mafia doesn't exist, then why are there mafiosi in Palermo?
Again with the questions?
No, I just found it.
Dad, who are the mafiosi?
Is it them who killed Boris?
Listen to me, Salvatore,
you don't have to think about this stuff at your age,
you need to think about going to the beach with your friends.
What I don't understand is, why don't we have to say what I saw?
It may help catch those who killed him.
No!
Listen to me:
other people have seen what you saw and they've already reported it,
so it's useless you reporting it.
Now forget about it, darling.
Forget about it.
It wasn't true that others had seen and reported what I saw,
it was what he hoped
and that's why he listened to all the radio news broadcasts
and read all the papers.
This way, my testimony would have been useless
and we could have remained silent, safe, without being accomplices.
- Lorenzo, you need to sign this. - Yes.
That was also a way of protecting me.
BORIS GIULIANO KILLED ANOTHER SYMBOLIC FIGURE FALLS IN PALERMO
POLICEMAN IN A CITY OF MYSTERIES
- Okay, done? - Thanks.
If we're even five minutes late, it's as if a mountain has collapsed,
but he spends his days reading the newspaper, got it?
I was wrong, he's much more Palermitan than all of us put together,
let me tell you.
INVESTIGATIONS ON THE BANK OF TRINACRIA BEHIND THE MURDER?
He did find something in the end,
something that made things much, much worse!
Of course, my mother knew nothing about all this.
I talked to Massimo, I'm much better now.
Oh, finally! I'm very happy.
Pass me those notebooks, c'mon.
He truly loves me.
Yes. Now pass me those notebooks, or shall we just dance?
There's was a moment, though, when I got really scared.
Gotcha! Where are you going?
Huh... to work, where else would I be going?
- At 3:00 in the morning? - Oh, is it really 3:00?
Yes, it's 3:00 o'clock.
No, it has stopped.
- See? - It's five to four.
- How many alarms do you have? - Two and don't change the subject!
Where are you going at 4:00 in the morning?
Nowhere, Patrizia. I thought it was time.
Massimo, come here. Sit.
- Do we really have to talk? - Sit down and look me in the eye.
Look me in the eye, I said.
Is there someone else?
- Are you crazy? - I know, there's someone else.
You went out in the middle of the night yesterday as well
and you don't kiss me anymore,
you don't say nice things to me anymore, nothing!
Patrizia, it's normal. Marriage tends to peter out over time.
We don't have to kiss all the time...
It's been two months. It's not normal!
It's this fucking job! I can't explain.
You have to believe me, my love.
There's only you, no one else.
- Swear it. - I swear it.
Clever boy, it's too easy like this.
You have to swear on the dearest thing you have.
But you're the dearest thing I have.
No, you can't do that. We're fighting and you swear on me?
It's not fair. You have to pick something else.
- Okay, what then? - The car!
Okay, I swear on the Mercedes.
That it might get wrecked and be hit by lightning?
That it might be hit by lightning were it not true that I love you
and that I never loved anyone like I love you.
I will kill you if you don't love me.
Patrizia... I do love you.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
Say it again.
- What? - That you love me.
- Oh... I love you. - Me too.
I love you.
But now I have to go.
C'mon. Go to sleep. It's late and you'll complain tomorrow.
You're insatiable, huh?
Okay? Bye.
- I love you! - Me too.
- And he went out anyway? - Yes.
At five to 4:00 in the morning?
Yes.
But he told me he loves me.
Why are you like that?
Like what? Nothing, it was definitely work.
He told you that he loves you.
He even swore it... on the Mercedes.
I'm an idiot!
That's what I am, an idiot!
Patrizia, I wasn't insinuating anything.
Of course he had to work, don't be like that!
- Just let me go! - Patrizia...
Patrizia wasn't the only one feeling like an idiot in those days.
Angela!
She too had an excellent reason to feel like way.
Angela...
Always with these things in your ears?
I was calling you.
What?
You've become impossible to talk to.
What's wrong?
I didn't get it.
I got it all wrong, mum.
Why do I suddenly feel I know nothing about you guys?
Do you feel like talking to your mother?
Ever since Marco told her he had fancied her for a whole year,
she kept thinking about all the moments spent together.
Marco...
Thanks for being here. I thought I was going to die.
What do we do now?
We listen.
To what?
To silence.
You just need to find someone who is kind,
who likes you for who you are.
- Where might I find someone like that? - Maybe you've already found him.
You were right, I had already found him!
His name is Alfonso.
Alfonso?
I had found him and hadn't even noticed.
Well, honey, it's not as if he's dead.
No...
But it's too late now.
One year...
You could have waited one year and one day... northerner!
My darling...
I didn't feel much better, knowing my time with Alice was coming to an end.
I accepted it, and carried on thanks to sugar.
- Hi. - Hi.
I'm not coming to the beach, I only came here to say hi.
I have to go back home to help mum with the packing.
Okay, then I think I won't go either.
Well, I'll go straight away then, before it starts to rain.
I have to go home early, as I'll go and see dad tomorrow.
- Bye. - Bye.
So tomorrow's your last day?
Let's make it beautiful, okay? That way we'll never forget it.
Bye Salvatore.
The last day, and I was letting her go like any other day.
Then he came to the rescue.
Salvatore,
do I look like someone who talks just to hear the sound of his own voice?
C'mon!
Alice, Alice!
Salvatore... what?
Do you want to make tomorrow truly unforgettable?
Come with me tomorrow night.
- Where? - Trust me.
But... at night?
C'mon, please, find an excuse.
Okay, I'll try.
C'mon, arancini and sfincionelli!
Really fresh!
Arancini and sfincionelli!
- Hey, what's the matter? - Watch your manners!
C'mon, Pia, I'm in a hurry. Why did you call me?
What are you doing with Patrizia?
- Oh God, what a pain! - Is there someone else?
Listen, you're not lecturing me after what you did with your colleague!
I didn't do anything. What about you?
I didn't do anything either!
So you get up in the middle of the night for your job?
- I'm going to kill her! - Answer me!
Yes, because of my job.
Fresh parsley!
I knew it.
But what kind of job is it? Getting up in the middle of the night?
Tax collection, you know... When people won't pay,
you wake up in the middle of the night and catch them.
Good morning, Don Massimo. How are you?
- I'm good. - Wait a second.
- There's no need. - I have something for you.
Sweet like sugar.
- Thanks. - My respects.
- Have a good day. - Bye.
- Don Massimo? - Yes, but...
You found this job after you got out of prison,
after your friendship with Buscetta.
- Pia, stop before it's too late. - So Lorenzo is right when he says
there are rumours about your employers, the Salvo cousins.
Oh, is that what he says? Look who's talking!
Massimo, don't you dare. Don't you dare!
If someone is immaculate around here, that person is Lorenzo!
Is that so? Ask him how he got the house.
Ask him what favour he did for the people in the bank.
What are you talking about? It was the father of a friend of Salvatore's.
Wake up. Nobody gives you anything for free around here.
And those who spread rumours end up being the subject of rumours.
And now my mother knew too.
That article reported the suspected connection
between the Mafia and the bank of Alice's father,
between Boris' assassins and the bank of Alice's father,
and he was torn apart by it.
We got the house from people involved with the Mafia.
He couldn't stand it and suffered like a dog
not being able to tell what I saw the morning Boris was killed.
Pia, aren't you sleeping?
Like you, I'm awake.
Lorenzo, what's wrong?
Nothing, I...
I can't sleep because of this noise. Don't you hear it?
- What noise? - I don't know, it's a noise that...
if you listen for it, then you won't hear it,
but as soon as you don't pay attention it starts again.
It's a sort of buzz.
Actually, it's not a buzz, it's more of a squeak like...
Which is weird, because...
He couldn't tell the truth, and the more he went on...
I could understand if this was an old home,
where the pipes might...
Unless a bird has laid a nest in a pipe.
...the more my mother couldn't tell him what she had understood
so as not to humiliate him.
We'll deal with it tomorrow. We'll think about the bird and the pipe.
My mother and my father weren't the only ones awake that night.
Mummy, mum...
Mum, it's time.
- Already? - Yes.
Shoot, I had set the alarm...
- Sebastiano, it's two o'clock. - Right.
Right, what? The prison opens at eight.
- Why are you all dressed up? - I want to be the first one there.
For my uncle Massimo, that night was fatal.
Hi.
Get in the front.
Gosh, this noise is giving me nightmares!
Pia, honey...
Lorenzo! Close up!
But... what are you doing there, Patrizia?
I told you to close up!
How was I supposed to know?
Pia!
I still cannot believe it.
Massimo with someone else, I had an entirely different idea in mind.
What idea?
I was just saying.
You said it yourself, I mean, she's not exactly good looking.
Well... I don't know.
I'll go.
Hello?
Yes, Massimo. She's here.
You want to talk to her?
Wait.
- It's Massimo. - Not answering.
Come talk to him.
Patrizia, come talk to my brother. C'mon.
What?
I don't care, Massimo.
I'm not listening to you and I don't believe you.
I'll say bye to the kids and go as it's pretty late.
- Lorenzo... - What?
You do know we must tell everything to each other, don't you?
For days, my father had been tormented by the thought of what I had seen
the day Boris Giuliano was killed.
It was an obsession that wore him out,
but he wasn't able to talk about it with my mother.
He only talked to me about it, and I didn't understand why.
Yes, yes, of course.
Massimo, are you telling the truth?
- Dad, what do you want to know? - Everything.
You need to tell me everything one more time.
Everything you saw, exactly as it happened.
- But why? - Because...
Are you not as sure that others saw what I saw?
Yes, exactly.
I want to be sure, so tell me every detail, okay?
Patrizia, I don't know how to tell you anymore.
There are no words, I don't know what to say.
It's not what it looks like, okay?
It's not what it looks like, how else can I tell you?
I don't care that it's not what it looks like.
You always say that! What it is then? C'mon, go on!
I can't tell you what it is. God, I'm going to kill myself.
Patrizia, please, I'm begging you.
- Come home, please. - Oh, can't you?
Then I'm not coming home, don't ask me again!
Patrizia, I'm begging you, and I never begged a woman in my life.
- Do you understand that? - You'll have to beg more than that.
And it may not even be enough. Forget it. I'm not coming home!
Patrizia? Patrizia!
Fuck!
Your brother only knows how to say one thing.
Do you know what that is? "Patrizia, it's not what it looks like."
Enough, Pia. Enough!
It's over, I don't even want to hear his name. Enough!
But maybe it's true that it's not what it looks like.
Pia, first you put ideas into my head and then you take them out.
I don't understand anything anymore.
Bye.
Everyone says women are difficult to understand,
but men don't seem to be that much better, huh?
Good morning.
May we help you?
Do you need anything?
You can't be here.
If you need anything, tell us. Otherwise please move on.
Yes, yes, of course.
- Honestly, what's he like?! - He likes to play around.
Are we here to waste time?
PALERMO POLICE HEADQUARTERS FLYING SQUAD
It took lots, lots of courage, and he wasn't the only one who needed it.
How did you not notice? I knew it too.
Listen, I already feel like an idiot, okay?
Anyway that's not what I came to say.
What? Did some other imbecile notice before me?
Sorry.
I've fancied Alice for a year too,
and I didn't stop fancying her when she got together with Fofò.
So I got together with Santina,
even though I didn't fancy her, I still fancied Alice.
Salvatore, you're ten.
What does it mean to get together at your age?
- I'm not sure. - Exactly.
But it can't be that much different.
I tried to stop fancying her, but I couldn't.
Is it the same at your age?
Can you stop fancying someone when you want to?
Is that how it works?
My sister needed everything explained to her, everything.
Why is he not coming?
Oh no, darling. He's coming, you'll see.
Messina, aren't you going to see your son?
I didn't want him to know.
I didn't want him to see me.
Please, tell me what to do?
Do I tell him?
You didn't talk when you were alive, either.
Marco!
Listen to me, Torino.
I didn't get it!
I didn't.
I love you!
- Is she talking to you? - Shh!
I love you!
I'm sorry, Simonetta, sorry.
Marco, where are you going?
I didn't want you to know I was in here.
To think that your father was a bit of a thief.
Sebastiano...
And so we didn't see each other... for two years.
I preferred knowing you were a thief than not seeing you at all.
So now you know I'm both a bit of a thief
and a bit of an idiot.
This is the father you ended up with.
For me, to have my father there is enough.
Now it was my turn. That was my night.
Alice, I wanted to say that...
Alice, I thought that...
...you'll think I'm crazy...
I'm back, anyone here?
Angela, Salvatore, I'm home.
I'm here, but I won't be for long. I'm going out.
Where do you think you're going? It's eight.
C'mon mum, I need to do something. Please, I'll be back soon.
Salvatore, you can come and go as you please during the day,
but you can't at 8:00 at night. You're still too young.
C'mon, it's training for when I'm older.
- Bye. - Bye?! Salvatore!
- Wish me luck. - You're making me worry like this.
C'mon, you know you can trust me. Wish me luck.
Good luck.
That was a very long evening for all of us,
the evening that changed everything.
Jerk! You scared me!
- Come with me. - No!
- I told you to come with me. - No, I'm not coming with you, cheater!
Again with this cheating thing? All my life, I've never cheated on you!
All my life, you fool! Once again, it's only been two months.
Well, I never cheated all the same. Come with me and I'll prove it.
No!
I may fuck up my life...
...but I won't lose you.
Come.
Wait, the light, the till...
We're almost there.
Why won't you tell me where we're going?
Because...
Wait!
The music! He was right! C'mon, let's get in.
- Salvatore, I'm scared. - You mustn't be scared.
The person who told me about this place can be trusted, believe me.
And then, nothing can be bad in a place with music like this.
See?
It's beautiful.
Where is the music coming from? Who's playing?
I don't know. It's magic.
Magic?
What now? What shall we do?
Let's dance.
Can you see?
Careful, there's a step.
C'mon.
Patrizia, swear you won't ask me anything.
Swear.
I swear.
Come.
They are man and wife and they care about each other deeply.
You saw me get her, but I was bringing her here.
C'mon.
What?
Didn't... didn't you like it?
Too soft?
Too hard?
Too soon?
Salvatore, why are you always asking all these questions?
That's the way I am.
At that point, inebriated by those two kisses,
I ventured down a path of folly.
C'mon, let's run away.
So you won't go to Switzerland, and we won't be all alone.
There, some things just need to be said, and they've already partly happened.
No doubt that the next day, we were going to run away together.
Pia, what are you doing here?
Lorenzo, I need to talk to you.
I need to talk to you as well. But my thing is...
...pretty serious.
Mine too.
Wait...
Bye Giuseppe.
- Thanks. - Go.
Arturo, look me in the eye.
You're never to set foot here again. Understood?
Otherwise they'll get your head first and then mine.
You'll go to the north and find yourself a job.
Forget all about Sicily.
Of course. I value my life and yours as well.
- Thank you. - Get along, go. Go on.
Go.
That was a nice thing that you've done.
Why don't you want to explain it? Don't you trust me?
Did you trust me?
And you're a woman, even worse!
Let's go, I'm dead tired.
C'mon.
How much wasted time.
- I really am an idiot, aren't I? - Yes!
- If you had said something earlier... - If you had opened your eyes earlier...
The ifs will only make us waste more time.
I was happy, truly happy, but I was also already a bit sad.
- And now why? - Just because.
I couldn't exactly tell her why.
Just as I couldn't explain my indifference
when mum and dad told us...
Kids, we're leaving this house.
What?
Why?
I got it, Lorenzo.
But most of all, I got why you did it
and why you can't stand it anymore,
I can't see you like this.
That is why I don't feel good in this house either.
And don't say it's not true.
Don't mention the bird who laid a nest in a pipe.
Why are you laughing?
Because it's the same thing I wanted to tell you.
Because we can't accept the way we obtained it.
Well, I better explain it...
Before you explain anything,
tell me if there's a chance you'll change your mid.
Are you not saying anything?
What was I supposed to say? I was going to run away with Alice.
You're sure, then?
Women make us do stupid things!
Still sure?
So, I didn't find much at the beach house.
A torch,
a water-bottle, a walkie-talkie...
Only one? Where's the other?
Right... no walkie-talkie.
Binoculars,
and these glasses if you need to disguise yourselves.
- I'll miss you a lot. - I won't.
Yes I will, a lot.
What are you saying?
Do you really think you and Alice will get far?
What I thought didn't count,
because that's exactly the moment the Mafia got in the way!
Cosa Nostra had found out about everything.
Good morning, Massimino.
Carmelo...
What are you doing here?
I'm giving you the chance to save yourself.
And bear in mind you'll only get one chance,
because what happened is really serious.
Shit, an honourable man who gets involved with such scum.
You need to thank Tommasino
because, if it was up to me, you would be dead too.
Now listen to me carefully.
C'mon...
In the end, it's not as bad as it... right?
It's hideous!
It's terrible, dad.
It's even worse than I remembered it.
It's horrible!
For quite a while, that was the last laugh we shared.
- Look what you've done! - As usual!
They could use it as dynamite in the caves!
Let's make a toast, c'mon.
I... love you.
I truly love you. I really really do.
- It's still hard. - It feels right, though.
- C'mon, Angeluzza. - Me too!
Go on then, a small drop.
So, what to say?
Thanks!
Thanks for understanding.
For understanding me.
I know it's not easy for you...
How rude! Who is it?
- Hey, who is it?! - Where is he?
Where's that idiotic husband of yours?
- Are you out of your mind? - What?
- You want to get us killed? - Massimo...
Out of the way! They will kill us all!
- Calm down! - You need to calm down!
He plays the hero! There are no heroes here.
There are only snitches, and snitches end up in cement.
Understand? You and all your family!
- C'mon, get out. - Uncle, what...
- Shut up, out! - Massimo, but what happened?
Thanks to that useless husband of yours, we all need to leave now.
Out, keep walking. Out.
The Mafia did not find out about uncle Massimo,
they found out what dad did.
- That document? - We'll think about it.
Still here? What is it that you want exactly?
I want to talk to those investigating Boris Giuliano's murder.
I have some information.
I saw.
Please, come with us. This way.
He couldn't keep it cooped up inside,
and took the responsibility upon himself.
- This way. - Yes.
And now, to avoid payback, we had to run away.
C'mon honey, get in.
Get in, get in.
Alice.
- Alice! - What?
- Stop, there's Alice! - Who?
Of course, we didn't stop, and so I lost Alice too.
So...
I talked to a friend of mine, we're going to Turin.
Once settled, I'll come back
to see what's cooking. - Are you mad?
At that moment, all the bad things
that had happened in those six months came back to me.
No! Filù! Filù!
Filù! Filù! No!
Don Vito, do you like the view now?
So?
I swear it was there, it was!
Don't check out things downstream, but upstream. Upstream!
Bye Tore.
- Be good, don't think about me. Bye. - Bye.
And I finally realised what the Mafia was,
who the mafiosi were,
and what they were taking from us day after day.
- Where's he going? - What's he doing?
Salvo...
Salvo! Where are you going?
- Where are you going, boy? - Get you son back here!
Where did he go?
- That way. - Has he disembarked?
Salvuccio, the ship is leaving!
Shit, he's an idiot like his father!
Where are you going?
My car is here, watch it. Don't leave without us or I'll cut you!
Stop your son!
I realised that this was war
and, most of all, that we couldn't let them win.
THIS SERIES IS DEDICATED TO THE BRAVE MEN AND WOMEN
WHO FOUGHT AND CONTINUE TO FIGHT AGAINST THE MAFIA
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