[music playing]
[singing in latin]
[announcer speaking italian]
[chanting in italian]
[speaking italian]
[sirens]
[explosion]
[screams]
[honking]
[gunshots]
Welcome back to Rome.
That was serious.
It's getting more serious every day.
I want to buy you a plate of pasta and a bottle of wine.
Oh, no, love to, but I'm heading straight to Lia's.
Lia? She's back in Milano.
No, no, I talked to her on Monday.
Ah, don't worry. We'll eat.
I'll explain Italian and heritage procedures.
I can't believe that's not settled yet.
Her father died over two years ago.
It's Italy, my friend.
All things progress at a stately pace.
Yeah, except for your revolution.
It's not my revolution.
The Red Brigades are not a national Liberation Army.
They're just a bunch of pissed off college
kids on a murderous tantrum.
[speaking italian]
You people, have indulged them to such a point--
People-- no, no, no.
--that they're under the misconception--
No.
I'd like to see them strung up by their trigger fingers.
Yes, but only because they've gotten out of control.
You've got this little worm of admiration eating away
because you realize, however regrettable their methods are,
they're actually trying to do something.
You're like every Italian intellectual I've ever met,
dizzy with ambivalence.
For you people, life is so simple.
If it's pink, nuke it.
Damn right.
We're a very forthright, upfront society--
very pure.
Very pure.
To purity.
[explosion]
Bomb?
Yes.
Where?
It's not far.
Ah, my students.
They know they're not going to be jobs for them
when they graduate.
They're right to despise the government and it's bankruptcy.
It's so weak it now embraces the Communist Party.
And the party is so flattered to be asked to the dance,
it presents its backside like a bitch in heat.
Such a fuss.
[sirens]
Well, here's to farce.
How you say, nuke them all?
[chuckles]
I'm glad you're back.
Listen, Lia won't be back until Monday.
Why don't you come climbing with me this weekend?
I'll give it my soberest consideration.
Good.
I'll pick you up Friday, about 4:00.
Get some sleep, huh?
Ciao, bello.
[yelling in italian]
[music playing]
DAVID [VOICEOVER]: De Gaurdigan's
infiltration and domino effect of a single mistake.
Each Red Brigade column was comprised
of units that could be sealed off like chambers
of a leaking ship.
It was essential to the Red Brigade movement,
that they infiltrate universities,
not only at the student level, but key faculty
members as well.
One of their main targets was the extremely
popular left-wing English professor--
what do I call him, what do I--
[chuckles] why not?
I call him Italo Bianchi.
Italo, you're going to love it.
Morning, senor Bernier.
Can you find this young man a desk?
Why?
DAVID: Because this one happens to be mine.
[laughing]
So you want your old job back, hmm?
You took off at an inconvenient time for me.
Do you know that?
You want to come back now, you, uh--
have to take a cut, 20%.
Oh, for Christ's sake, Bernier.
You got working papers and a permit?
You know there's no legal work for aliens.
Look, I'm not after blood.
I'll just dock you 10%, OK?
[speaking italian]
[music playing]
[groans]
[music playing]
[singing in latin]
[inaudible]
It looks like we just made it.
Salud.
Come on.
Follow me.
If you don't like the weather in this country,
just wait 10 minutes.
I love this fucking crazy country.
So far this year, it has experienced over 400 acts
of political violence, 88 people murdered, 164 knee-cappings,
45 kidnappings.
Did you know that kid who was snatched yesterday, Gagliani?
He's in one of my classes, yes.
DAVID: I heard he was a Red Brigade's groupie
and that the whole thing was a setup to get
money out of his parents.
Does that surprise you?
What surprises me is that there's
people like the Gaglianis still around to get
themselves kidnapped.
Most of those flamboyantly rich Italian families
have fled to Paris, to New York, or Switzerland,
for the duration.
You sure Lia is coming home Monday.
That's what she said.
DAVID: I thought there was practically nothing
left of her father's estate?
No, not after taxes.
Look, [inaudible] You're her cousin.
You know her better than anyone.
There's a chance, just a chance, I may maybe
getting some money next year.
If that happens, I want to take Lia and Marco away with me, out
of that bad situation.
Lucio will never given permission to take
his son out of the country.
Maybe the divorce judge will.
Yeah, no.
No Italian judge is going to go against the father's wishes
in a case like this.
Did Lia drive to Milano or fly?
[speaking italian]
Mr. President, was it really the Red Brigades--
the Gagliani boy?
[speaking italian]
Piero Gagliani was shot in the back of the head.
It was a criminal action.
But why was he shot?
Was he involved?
[speaking italian]
Certainly not.
He was held for ransom and killed for convenience.
We are dealing with criminals.
Mr. President, one more question, please?
Was your--
[speaking italian]
[music playing]
[speaking italian]
David?
MARCO: David.
You're back.
MARCO: Look.
No, no, first a bath, then dinner, then bed,
presents tomorrow.
No, no, let me get down.
Let me get down.
[speaking italian]
Oh, look, I was at the airport when Aldo
Moro gave his press conference.
Did you see me on TV?
Wasn't even watching.
Now, would you like to tell me how you got in here past Lena,
and what you've done with her?
[laughing]
I thought you were going to get rid of Lena?
Yes, but she's good to Marco and Lucio pays her.
She's his spy.
I know.
So, how did you get past her?
Well--
LIA: Well--
[laughing]
Italo came by, said he'd had a call from you saying
you wouldn't be in until after midnight,
and would he please take the extra ticket
that he had to the opera and make sure Lena got there.
So he hustled her out and managed to leave
the door off the latch for me.
Lena won't be back till after 11:00.
LIA: Italo, I do adore him.
Come to bed.
[music playing]
Stay away from her.
This is just a warning.
Stay away.
[groaning]
[music playing]
[speaking italian]
[gunshots]
[sirens]
He's a pig.
If it weren't for Marco--
God I'm so sick of it all--
his brutal arrogance, his filthy Lena.
I fired her.
She marked you for them.
How do you know?
She belongs to him.
She's his things.
Last night, she must have watched.
You should have seen when she came in, the satisfaction
on her stupid face.
It wasn't from the music.
When I saw her, I thought, oh, god, is it possible?
Could she have a lover?
Has some blind man, some [speaking italian]
brought himself to fuck Lena?
[laughing]
We must be careful.
My lawyers say for now, I must be very, very careful.
You realize we've never even been able to wake up together,
never been able to just wake up and roll over
and smile cause we're still together and it's another day?
It will get better, I promise you.
I have to go and pick up Marco from school.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Yeah.
Do you love me?
Yes, I love you.
[music playing]
[speaking italian]
- Thank you for coming. - What is it?
What happened?
Lucio-- Lucio, he says I'm morally unfit
to be the mother of his son. He's trying to take Marco.
Why? Because of me?
I don't know.
All I know is he went to a judge and sworn out some paper.
Can he do that?
Can he get custody?
I don't think so, not finally.
But it's just that, if he can't strike out at me directly,
he tries to inflict the pain from a distance.
I cannot believe there's no way to get that
son of a bitch off your back.
This is Italy.
Yeah, well, where's the fucking mafia?
We'll have him wiped.
[laughing]
Thank you.
It was nothing.
[laughing]
Oh, but it's everything.
It's almost everything.
Every time I think of Marco--
Darling, for the present, the moment,
until I can find out what Lucio can do.
I think we must--
That's ridiculous--
No, it's not ridiculous.
It's only prudent.
I must be very careful.
We must be very careful.
You must help me.
We can see each other, but not here, not like this.
I cannot risk Marco.
I cannot.
[music playing]
Hey, ciao.
Hey, I've been trying to telephone you all day,
but you can never get through to this place.
Ah, so what else is new.
Hey come on up to my office.
I'll buy you a coffee.
So listen, I spoke to Lia.
She told me what happened.
Oh, yeah.
You OK?
Yeah, just some bruises.
Boys work-- experts.
ITALO: This is really something-- no?
DAVID: Incredible.
Christ, how do you get that stuff?
How did she know?
ITALO: The only way she could know
is if she had some kind of connection
with the Red Brigades.
That's highly doubtful.
Very serious people.
DAVID: The, uh-- reason I was trying to get a hold of you is
because Bernier's giving a party tomorrow
and for some bizarre reason you hired the staff.
I can take a guess that Lia can't make it.
You want to come?
Sure.
I've heard about his villa.
Is it true that, uh--
Bernier works for the CIA?
Doing what?
Training kitty spawns?
Well, where does all the money come from?
That paper can't make anything.
His wife's loaded.
Maybe she's CIA.
[laughing]
Wait till you meet her.
David.
[laughing]
[speaking italian]
David.
[speaking italian]
Oh, thank you for inviting us, Pierre.
And may I introduce my friend.
This is Professor Italo Bianchi.
Professor Bianchi is head of English
and American literature at the University.
BERNIER: Alison, this is David Raybourne
and Professor Bianchi.
Gentleman, this is the hottest talent
to hit this town in a long time, my lady who shot the cover
of this week's "Time" magazine.
Allison King.
BERNIER'S WIFE: Pierre?
[speaking italian]
You must be very, very charmed life, Miss King.
How did you get that stuff?
Were you tipped off, or what?
Blind luck.
Seriously?
You were just standing there, camera loaded and ready,
when they came out of the bank?
ALISON: Well, not exactly.
Anyway, what are you doing here in Dodge City?
I work for Bernier.
You look familiar.
Have we met?
I guarantee you, I'd remember.
And you're at the University, right?
Hmm.
So do you think the Gagliani boy was
connected to the Red Brigades?
Oh, no.
No, I doubt it very much.
ALISON: Why?
I mean, why was a Gagliani heir living so openly, so
unprotected in Rome?
If he wasn't connected, if he wasn't a sympathizer,
then he was at least provocative.
I think he set it up for them.
I think they got the money and they killed him anyway.
[music playing]
[gunshots]
[screaming]
[speaking italian]
No!
[screaming]
[speaking italian]
It doesn't come off.
[speaking italian]
[gunshots]
[screaming]
[speaking italian]
I could've gotten killed for this.
I'm sorry.
It's important to me.
David, come on.
Let's go.
DAVID: You can drop me off at the bridge, Italo.
[sirens]
I'll get out here, too.
I've got some business to discuss with David.
Can I come by the university and see you?
I think you know more about the Red Brigades
than you think you know.
What I know about the Red Brigades
can be read in any magazine or newspaper.
But I should be most happy to have you come see
me, for any reason whatever.
Come on, you must know some of your students
were sympathizers at least?
I don't know that.
ALISON: What about the Gagliani boy?
What was he like?
He was a quiet boy Goodnight.
Thanks.
I'll talk to you tomorrow.
Ciao.
About the watch, the first time I put my life on the line
to get a picture was in Saigon.
I saw him throw the bomb.
And in a millisecond I decided to stand my ground,
so when the bomb went off, the camera was to my eye,
and I caught the explosion in stop frames.
One minute, the crowd was sitting there having
their morning croissants and coffee,
the next minute, everything was airborne--
chairs, tables, arms, legs.
And then it was all over.
And I was still standing, still shooting, deliberately snapped
a few photos to steady myself before I waded into the gore
and finished my roll.
And the next week, I bought myself
this very expensive watch.
And every time I look at it, I'm reminded
that I can face any catastrophe, as long as it's framed.
[laughing]
A lot of people are repelled by what I do.
I want them to look at my pictures
and see what I've seen, feel what I felt, to be witnesses.
My job is to bring back the bad news and keep the body count.
[music playing]
About your friend Bianchi, what are his politics?
Confused.
He's an extremely intelligent man, and a decent one.
He's seen his country follow Mussolini into the chasm, then
watched as the Christian Democrats tried to flush it
down the toilet, and then tried and get in bed
with the Communist Party.
He's trying to teach young people who are so disgusted
with it, all that they can think to do
is trash it, tear the whole thing down.
Well, does he agree with them?
Of course he doesn't agree with them.
Italo comes from a very well-to-do, correct Roman
family.
He's not a revolutionary.
He's just disgusted and sad.
He would like to be Canadian.
Italo is not going to lead you to the Red Brigades.
What about Pierre Bernier?
Ha.
My agent in New York gave me his name and said he was
very well-connected, might have some
contacts with the Brigades.
Not unless they hang out at the press club.
What about your politics?
Americans in Rome don't need politics.
They need American Express cards.
I've seen that all over the city.
DAVID: You know what it means?
No, what?
It means a man was an informer and the Red Brigades found out.
I want to do a book about the Red Brigades,
but it's been like chasing smoke.
You know, something from their point of view--
terrorism from the inside.
Like looking down a gun barrel?
Why not?
That's how journalists get knee-capped or killed.
How long have you been in Rome?
Five years.
Haven't you ever thought about doing a book?
Every journalist thinks about doing a book.
Goodnight.
Wait. I'll walk you to your hotel.
Hey, that's all right. Thanks.
I know the way.
Goodnight.
[music playing]
[buzzer]
[speaking italian]
[music playing]
[speaking italian]
DAVID [VOICEOVER]: CIA contact--
CIA contact-- come on, who could it be, who could it--
[laughing]
Of course, Bernier, the heir, Bernier.
My CIA contact was Pierre Bernier,
who worked as an editor of the English language newspaper.
Far from being suspected of radical sympathies,
people believed he was a buffoon.
But in reality, he was a very important operative of the CIA.
Oh, come on, David.
Pronto?
ALISON [ON PHONE]: Hey there.
This is Alison King.
Now, listen, before you say anything,
I've booked a table for lunch at Da Bolognese.
I have been doing a little research.
I had my agent call your agent.
I know you're writing a book.
I also know that you got a publishing
deal when you were in New York.
So?
- So why didn't you tell me? - There's nothing to tell.
It's not your kind of book.
[laughing]
Fine.
What is my kind of book?
Well, it's not the kind of book I'm writing.
Rome on $10 a day, if you like spaghetti.
Cute-- my publisher thinks so.
You're what's cute.
I got it from our picture library in New York.
Boston University, 1969, David Raybourne, student radical,
led a few demonstrations.
DAVID: Anti-war, pro-abortion, knee-jerk liberal--
so what?
So here's one I took of you.
I knew I'd seen you somewhere before--
not a demonstration or a sit-in.
You were the people that blew up that house on West 12th Street.
11th.
So don't give me any more bullshit
about Rome and spaghetti, OK?
I know you're writing a book about the Red Brigades,
and I want it.
Just like that?
You'd be very lucky to have me aboard.
Anything a book by you can do on its own, it could 10 times
with photos by Alison King.
I'm sure you're right, but I gotta get back to the office.
Check's already been taken care of.
What I, or any other writer, with half a brain
doing a story about the Red Brigades,
try and shut out an Alison King?
If I were doing a story about the Brigades,
I'd get down on my knees to have you illustrate it.
[speaking italian]
[music playing]
You were never indicted in the bombing in New York.
Why not?
Because I wasn't guilty.
Sure.
Look, I had known somebody who was involved--
Peter Weiss.
He was in two of my classes.
We were friends.
He lived in an apartment with six other people,
so sometimes, he'd come over to my place and crash.
The FBI got pictures of us together, Peter going
in and out of the apartment.
What happened to Peter, who he was--
look, Alison, I am not, and never have been,
a revolutionary.
Yeah, well, the book you're writing
is not, and never will be, about spaghetti.
[crowd chanting]
You do not want to get in there.
Well, then, don't.
[music playing]
[screaming]
Ah.
[yelling]
[music playing]
Son of a bitch tried to rip my fucking arm off.
It's just a bruise.
What do you think?
I think--
I think he's one of those people who's come to love war.
Well, it happens.
Does that make me unattractive to you?
I'm involved.
Well, goodness gracious.
Yes, even heavens to Betsy.
[laughing]
Thanks.
[music playing]
[airplane noises]
He's ready for bed.
He wants to know if he can have a story?
Yes, yes, yes, yes.
You're a hell of a lot cuter than Lanie, you know that?
Oh, grazie.
[laughing]
Yes, you can have a story.
Paddington Bear.
Andiamo.
Italo should have children of his own.
Do you want children, David?
I'd settle for Marco.
[music playing]
You'd make a wonderful wife.
Oh, thank you very much.
Speaking of the possible wives, how is Miss King?
I called to ask her to lunch yesterday,
she said she was seeing you.
Yeah she came by the paper.
After lunch, we got caught in a demonstration.
She almost got us killed with that goddamned camera of hers.
She's got a death wish.
Interested?
Mm.
She's beautiful, gifted, intelligent.
You already have a girlfriend who has all those things.
But Miss King is also interested in you, right?
She's got some ideas-- some totally
loony idea that I can put her in touch with the Red Brigades.
Brigades?
Why you?
I've no idea.
She's fixated.
There's this book that she thinks I'm writing.
She thinks you're writing?
Well, that I am writing, sort of--
trying to write.
Really? What about?
Oh, it's just a sort of how to be a young
and impoverished American in love Rome.
What?
You mean a travel book?
Well, yeah, kind of.
I found a very small deal when I was in New York.
David, why didn't you say anything?
Congratulations.
Complimenti.
Lia, did you know that he was writing a book?
- Ah. - What?
David, is it true?
It's nothing to get excited about.
Of course it is.
What is it about?
It's-- it's not about anything.
It's not even written yet.
I just have some notes, and very few of those.
I'm hungry. Come on, let's eat.
Is it about me?
[music playing]
[speaking italian]
What about this guy who founded
the Red Brigades, Curio?
Curcio.
Renato Curcio.
So how come he's been in jail for two years?
I mean, with their firepower and all
they got going, how come they haven't
busted out their leaders?
It's not that easy when the government's expecting you.
So why don't they heist the pope as hostage?
They don't need the church as an enemy.
OK.
So someone like the fiat guy, uh--
Agnelli.
I mean, the government would trade him for a Curio.
Agnelli, he has a private army around him 24 hours a day.
If the Brigades had any smarts,
there is one guy they could take and the government
would have to negotiate.
Take a look through those, would you.
Try and see what I mean by new layout.
Who?
Who would they have to negotiate for?
Oh, work it out, can't you?
You're supposed to know something about this country.
All I know is how to live cheap.
Who?
Oh, who was it who tricked the communists into a compromise
with the Christian Democrats?
Moro-- Prime Minister five times,
knows where are all the bodies are buried.
The government would have to pay to get him back.
Goodnight.
DAVID: Goodnight.
[speaking italian]
[music playing]
[speaking italian]
You still want to kill me, Lucio?
Yeah.
[inaudible]
[crowd chanting]
I just want to say I was out of line the other night.
Oh, forget it. I--
Anyway, I appreciate that you met me here.
Against my better judgment.
OK.
I'll tell you why I ask you.
Your buddy, Bianchi keeps giving me the brush-off.
No, Alison, don't do that, not here.
Jesus.
Alison, please put it away.
For god's sake, Alison, put the god damn thing away.
[speaking italian]
You're are too god damn dumb and dangerous to be around.
[speaking italian]
[yelling]
[speaking italian]
Said he'd come up and see you sometime.
How are you?
David, why did you bring her here?
She brought me.
ITALO: Alison, no, no, please, no.
Cara, please, my good side, huh?
My Cary Grant side.
Did the Red Brigades organize this?
The-- Alison, you must understand,
if you start asking questions about the Red Brigades,
you're putting yourself in much more danger than you realize.
What do you advise your students?
I don't advise.
This isn't Berkeley.
I don't play the guru.
I try to teach.
I just don't believe anyone can
stay detached from all this.
Talk to me.
David-- David, will you please explain
to her that this is dangerous?
I'm not asking for any secrets.
Who do they think I work for, the CIA?
ITALO: That's the general assumption about Americans.
[speaking italian]
Ah, god.
Look, another time, perhaps.
Well that was a trip to the moon.
Doesn't it bum you out not to connect with what's
going on in this country?
I never have any trouble finding what I want in Italy.
But then, I don't feel any desire to grab a live wire.
Come on, you're a good writer.
How come you're not after the big story?
I'm busy with other things.
Like what?
I've seen the American news.
It doesn't utilize half your talent.
I seem to be applying most of my talent
just trying to keep you alive.
Oh, come on, don't hide behind wisecracks.
You sound like a refugee from the '60's.
My least favorite decade.
I'm surprised.
I thought you would have loved it.
10 years of phoniness, a decade-long circle jerk.
So, you're not what you sound like, the last hippy drop-out.
Drop-out?
For Christ's sake, I didn't move to Marin County
and kick back in a hot tub.
I dropped in.
I moved to Italy.
Speaking of dropping, you want to know where to drop me off?
Yes, please, where?
Your place.
[music playing]
Oh.
[heavy breathing]
[music playing]
So, now we're all here.
I don't want to get up just yet, OK?
You don't have to.
I was just writing you a note.
Just lock the door and slide the key under when you go, OK?
Ugh.
Can you come back for lunch?
I could.
[laughing]
Alison, um--
You told me there was someone in your life.
I understand.
I'll see you later.
[music playing]
Ciao, Maria.
It's very good, really.
You are unbelievable, you know that?
Why did you tell me you were writing a travel book?
It is not what you think.
It's a novel.
A novel, about a left-wing professor named Italo Bianchi,
about a--
an editor named Pierre Bernier, a politician named
Aldo Moro, a terrorist leaders named Renato
Curcio, and Nello Marro--
There is no such person as Nello Marucio.
I made him up.
Well then, he's the only one, because everybody else is real.
It is a fucking novel.
It is the first draft of a fucking novel.
I'm going to change all the names.
Nobody's going to be recognizable when I'm finished.
It's going to be like "Day of the Jackal," General de Gaulle
mixed up with fictional ones.
I don't believe you.
It reads like a piece of hard journalism.
It is meant to.
Every piece of information in that manuscript
has already been published somewhere else.
What about the plot to kidnap Aldo Moro?
It's the god damn plot of the novel.
A novel that was written by a man who
penetrated a terrorist cell.
DAVID: No one has ever penetrated a terrorist cell.
I know one journalist who tried and he
got himself shot in the head and left
to die in front of his wife.
Now maybe that is your idea of an acceptable risk,
but it is not mine.
You're really good, David.
You know, I almost might believe you if I didn't
know something about your life.
You know what I think?
I think you were in on that bombing in the village.
I think you diddled and the FBI, got loose, came over here,
made some contacts.
Now you've got yourself a deal.
Just fuck off.
I want you out of here now, and I'll
take the manuscript, please.
[music playing]
[laughing]
Ooh.
mm-hmm.
[laughing]
Has David mentioned anything to you about writing a novel?
- A novel? - Uh-huh.
Oh, no.
He has a publisher for a kind of,
uh-- travel book about Rome.
No, a novel about the Red Brigades.
Oh, David doesn't know anything
about the Red Brigades.
Yeah, that's what he says.
Nobody knows nothing, right?
Look, this is so infuriating.
I'm going to ask you a few questions?
And I'd appreciate some answers.
[laughing]
Help.
MARCO: I won.
I won.
Ah, we let you win.
Give me the keys, please.
I don't have them.
You drove.
No, now give me the keys.
You didn't give me the keys.
David, I gave you the keys to you when I came out.
You didn't. Why would I do this?
You didn't give me the keys.
LIA: Marco [speaking italian]
MARCO: No.
Look in your pocket.
I have the keys.
I thought so.
[laughing]
[speaking italian]
[music playing]
I don't want you to pretend, even to yourself.
Just stay with me.
What are you so afraid of, getting hurt again,
or making a mistake with a penniless American?
David, it's not money.
Or getting hurt.
It's, uh--
What?
It's-- it's knowing that some things are real and some not.
I can't explain.
[music playing]
[buzzer]
Giovanni,
[speaking italian]
[beeping]
[voice distortion]
Get me some tea, professor.
[music playing]
[ON PHONE]: [speaking italian]
Miss King's room, please?
ALISON [ON PHONE]: Hello?
Allison, somebody trashed my apartment
and stole the manuscript.
My passport and money are here.
Just the manuscript is missing.
Did you--
ALISON [ON PHONE]: David, I swear to god
I did not take your manuscript.
I would never do--
Did you talk to anybody about it?
ALISON [ON PHONE]: I saw Italo yesterday.
All I said was that you'd written a novel.
Oh, god
[phone ringing]
Where the hell is Raybourne?
I don't know.
When he gets here, send him over the cafe.
I'm going to lunch.
Yes, Mr. Bernier.
[gunshots]
INTERN: David, you tell them.
We're just here on a student visas.
We're not trying to take anybody's jobs away.
We don't even--
[speaking italian]
David?
What?
[interposing voices]
Pronto?
ITALO [ON PHONE]: I've been trying to reach you.
Bernier was murdered. ITALO [ON PHONE]: Yes, I know.
I have to see you now.
We've just been busted for having no work permit.
That's the best response the cops have got to a murder.
They're taking us down to the station.
ITALO [ON PHONE]: David, you have to get away.
Lives depend on it.
Do you understand?
Lives.
I have something of yours, at the Cafe Borghese.
You've got to get here.
[speaking italian]
[music playing]
[inaudible] David.
[speaking italian]
I became so disgusted with the greed and the corruption,
the total indifference to anything [inaudible] Piero,
he--
Piero?
Piero, who?
Gagliani?
We were friends, close friends.
He loathed his father, that world.
He understood how I felt about what was happening to Italy,
that I sympathized with other elements.
One of those other elements who got him killed?
It was an accident.
He set up the kidnapping himself.
He was in the trunk for too long.
The exhaust pipe was defective.
They had to shoot him to make it look like an execution.
An execution for what?
Being what he was, a Gagliani.
And why did they kill Bernier, for being what he was,
an asshole?
Your book said that he was CIA.
That book, which you, my friend, stole, like
some harebrained [inaudible]
Don't you understand, they would have killed me,
and maybe also Lia.
These are serious people.
They're fighting.
They're putting their own lives on the line
to overthrow the government.
They would-- They're going to take over this country.
Oh, bullshit.
They're not going to take over anything.
All they're doing is killing a lot of innocent people.
They're going to wind up dead themselves.
And let me tell you something, Italo,
and I'm going to tell you this very, very straight.
I was trying to write a commercial novel.
I want money.
I want to marry Lia and take care of her.
I thought the Red Brigades were a sure-fire topic.
I've been interested in terrorism.
I wanted to write a successful novel.
I wanted to write a big novel so I could tell
Bernier to shove it up his ass.
There's not one single fucking incident
in that book which has not been printed somewhere else.
I have had no connection ever with any Red Brigade,
apart from you.
The Aldo Moro kidnapping was an idea I got from Bernier,
for Christ's sake.
Do you think I would be stupid enough--
Well, you must tell them that.
That Moro was something that Bernier told you--
T-- t-- tell who?
David, you're going to have to talk to them.
Jesus Christ, I've hit on it, haven't I?
They're actually going to try and kidnap Aldo Moro.
They have to hold you for a few days,
but you must talk to them tonight.
Who I've got to talk to are the police.
No, no, you must come with me.
Am I fucking feeble-minded or something--
Don't make them come for you, please?
I don't-- I don't want to lose--
[speaking italian]
I'm sorry, I don't speak Italian.
[speaking italian]
OK.
[speaking italian]
[music playing]
Who told you about to operation Moro?
Nobody.
I made it up.
It is the plot of my novel.
It's true.
He knows nothing.
Now tell me the truth.
I told you, it's a god damned fairytale.
The American photographer, does she work for the CIA?
No, and neither did Bernier.
You killed him for nothing.
[inaudible].
[groaning]
[inaudible] faction.
They are the ones who betrayed us, right?
I ch-- ch--
[speaking italian]
No.
[gunshots]
[phone ringing]
Hello?
MAN [ON PHONE]: Miss King?
Yeah, who's this?
MAN [ON PHONE]: I have a car downstairs.
Italo Bianchi has sent me.
There's something he thinks you should see.
OK.
I'll be right down.
HOTEL CLERK: [speaking italian]
Miss King?
Ah.
Move.
[music playing]
Bernier is dead.
Italo Bianchi is dead.
We're next.
[music playing]
[screaming]
[speaking italian]
[gunshots]
[yelling]
David!
[gunshots]
LIA [ON PHONE]: Pronto?
Lia, I can't explain.
There's a possibility you're in danger.
Take Marco and get out of the apartment.
Marco's with his father.
Where are you?
DAVID [ON PHONE]: We're trying to get to the American Embassy.
Somebody tried to kill us.
Now listen to me, and listen to me carefully.
Italo-- Italo's been shot.
They're after Alison King and me.
She's with me now.
We just got away from them.
I'll bring my car.
Tell me where you are.
What theater are we at?
The Majestic Cinema.
[sighs]
Get down, Alison.
Where is Italo?
DAVID: He's in the Borghese Gardens.
LIA: I heard about Bernier on television.
But Italo--
Lia, Italo was connected with the Red Brigades.
[music playing]
Where are we going?
Don't worry, I know the way.
Get out.
[speaking italian]
Both of you?
Italo did not know about me.
He was just emotionally involved through a lover,
the Gagliani boy.
You understand?
I was supposed to keep watch over Italo.
I failed.
[speaking italian]
[music playing]
DAVID: If I had known the Moro thing was real,
don't you think I'd have warned somebody earlier?
Maybe you did.
But it's something we had to know.
I was going to the embassy to do it.
We only have your word for that.
Ask Lia.
Who else knows about what you are
writing, apart from Miss King?
Nobody.
What did you say to Lia before we picked you up?
What did she say to you in those five minutes?
That-- noth--
she didn't know I was writing, I swear to god.
You look cold.
Do you want some tea?
Tea.
[italian]
[speaking italian]
You are known to our associates in many countries.
Why?
It's my business to travel, to be where the action is.
Political action?
Military action.
But you have political views.
Not that I'd put on a mask for and go out and kill people.
Oh, I know it happens.
I've seen it often.
I've seen why it happens.
And I know that it will always happen.
Even in this world, you think you're going to makeover,
and I'll still take pictures of it.
That's what I do.
[music playing]
[phone ringing]
[speaking italian]
[gunshots]
[speaking italian]
[screaming]
[clapping]
[italian]
[laughing]
[speaking italian]
Mr. Raybourne, we took the liberty
of collecting your passport from your apartment.
And Miss King, I assume you have yours with you.
Do not lose your passports.
You will need them.
I'm afraid we shall have to blindfold you.
We do not want you identifying your whereabouts too easily.
Come, please?
[music playing]
[speaking italian]
[singing in latin]
You may remove your blindfolds.
DAVID: Jesus Christ.
I can't help you.
I can't.
[gunshots]
Take pictures.
Tell the world how we deal with traitors.
Do it.
[music playing]
[inaudible]
[gunshots]
Get him out of here.
DAVID [VOICEOVER]: Why does anyone write a book?
To get something off their chest,
to accuse, to make money?
It would be interesting for us over here to get a comment
from you over there Allison on terrorism,
vis- -vis, the media.
Listen, here at Beirut, it's the terrorists
that call the media shots.
We're at their service.
Right.
Well, David, what does that say about a bestselling
book like "Year of the Gun?"
Does it promote and prolong terrorism?
Well, my book certainly doesn't promote terrorism.
I simply wanted to tell the truth.
But then when you start to write it down,
it turns into something else.
I'm not sure what.
But you just try and do the best you
can and hope to live with it--
have to live with it.
Sure, but take a more cosmic view.
The 30-year war kept its merry momentum without any help
from our profession.
I don't think those of who us simply record events
are that important finally.
Maybe that's the biggest thing we have to live with.
Well, what you have to live with
has certainly turned into a huge bestseller.
Thank you, Alison, for being with us, by satellite,
from Beirut.
And of course, Mr. Raybourne, thank you too.
[inaudible]
When we come back from the commercial,
we will meet the United Nations Ambassador from Iran, Mr.
[inaudible] right after this.
Be with us.
OK.
We're off. - OK.
Well, thank you, in real life.
We got the ambassador.
So to speak.
Ah, Mr. Ambassador, nice to see you.
I, uh-- [inaudible] so nice to meet you because I've
notonly heard a lot about you.
[inaudible]
[music playing]
[singing in latin]