- Don't leave me, - You have to go,
Hurry,
Be quiet on your way out,
- Your belt? - No,
You're going to Lia's today to play with Carlotta, okay?
- Where are you going? - I have to work,
Are you picking me up or is Grandma?
We'll see,
Who is it now?
Good morning!
- Valerio! - Ale,
Here she is! Pumpkin!
I got you some croissants, Here they are,
No, Put it in your bag and take it to school,
Or you'll be late, Go,
- How long must we go on like this? -1 don't want her to know we're living together,
But we are living together,
Revolutionary and Catholic?
Far out,
Arsehole,
Ale,
Ale, where are you?
Alexandra?
- Where did you get it? - The drawer,
We don't go looking in drawers!
- Is it real? - No, it's fake,
Let's go, All right?
Red! Red! Red Brigades!
- Bye, sweetheart, - Bye, Mum,
Ale, come here,
- What? - Mum's going away for a while,
- Where to? - To Milan, for work,
- When are you coming back? - In a few weeks,
You're going to stay with Grandma,
- And Valerio? - He's coming to Milan with me,
I want to be with you,
No, How can we? You'll go to school and Mum will go away,
It's important, Mum really has to do this,
Be a good girl for Grandma, Study, don't make her mad,
be back soon,
Go,
Excuse me, Good morning,
- Can you tell me where Via Lovanio is? - Yes, Go left and then left again,
Okay, so left and then,,, left,
-Thank you, - You're welcome,
It's stuck!
The safety!
Help!
What the fuck?
A new attack by the Red Brigades in Rome,
The victim is the Dean of Economics and Commerce, Remo Cacciafesta,
Three women,,,
Why were you there?
What's wrong? It went well, You were great,
You didn't trust us?
A mission run by only women,,,
The comrades were impressed by your determination,
You thought we wouldn't pull it off, You were there to help us, to fix things,
Listen, I can't take it anymore,
We were there for your safety, that's all,
What's "can't take it anymore" mean?
Leave me and I'll kill you,
Knock it off,
This the Lamb of God, that takes away the sins of the world,
Lord, I am not worthy to receive You
but say the word and I shall be healed,
Spring's coming,
- The body of Christ, - Amen,
The body of Christ,
The Evening Courier, please,
Miss!
Yes?
- Your change, - Thank you,
Good morning, Thank you,
Excuse me, What are you doing here?
Looking for you, I'd like to confess,
Good, come, After you,
My wife, lately we're having issues,
Actually, she's always been like that,
She's insecure, jealous, for no reason,
She's beautiful, You can't take your eyes off her,
But she's obsessive,
Too much,
Once I told her "Enough," I rebelled,
She, without raising her voice, replied,,,
that if I left her, she'd kill me,
These are just things that people say,
They speak without thinking, because they lose their temper,
The machine guns are for Franco and Valerio,
Raffaele, the M12, Prospero and Rita, Beretta 51s,
Barbara, the Skorpion machine-gun, Alessio, the Smith & Wesson,
- I'd like to be there too, - No,
If it goes badly, we need someone from the strategic command to continue our work,
There'll be other opportunities,
The war doesn't end with Operation Fritz,
Good, It's good,
This morning Prime Minister Andreotti outlines the new government's agenda,,,
- Are we on time? - Yes, yes,
Pass me a biscuit?
See you later,
- Good morning, Mrs Moro, - Good morning,
Are we going to church?
No, let's go straight to the Chamber,
The President of Christian Democracy Aido Moro has been kidnapped,,,
Moro had an escort of five people, The terrorists opened fire,,,
When the news reached Montecitorio
it was received with shock, dismay and protest,
Agency new flashes are coming in, Here are the first statements,
Minister Tina Anselmi said,,,
Excuse me, They're calling me,
Come on, Let's wait for Grandma,
I'm passing the line, Ingrao is speaking,
I ask my colleagues to rise
to express our disdain
for this morning's infamous attack on the democratic state,
We wish to extend our deepest condolences
to the families of those,,,
It was a bloodbath,
- Are the comrades all right? - Yes,
- Any wounded? - They're all fine,
I'm going to take a shower,
- Will you get me a glass of water?
MARA CAGOL Red Brigades Member killed in a gunfight with the police
AFTER THE MASSACRE, NO TRACE OF MORO
IF YOU SEE THEM, CALL THE POLICE
- You okay? -Yeah, Let's go,
- Seen the papers? - Yeah, we're all there,
Don't sit there, Let's go over here,
You're there without a moustache,
Prospero, Bruno, I'm there too,
- How is he? - One of his ribs hurts,
Maybe when we put him in the crate, we pushed too hard,
Have you given him anything?
Some painkillers, His bag's full of medication,
He wants a Bible,
- Now everyone will want to join us, - Keep an eye out for infiltrators,
Especially from the Communist Party,
Do we send it all to La Repubblica?
Yes,
- Sorry, I have to go, - And the Bible?
I don't know, We'll figure it out,
MORO KIDNAPPED, FIVE BODYGUARDS MASSACRED
NO TO REPRESSION WE'LL MAKE THE BOSSES PAY FOR THE CRISIS
Go on, read it, Five young men killed!
- What's the state doing? - Nothing, They're all scared,
If Mussolini were still here, Benito Mussolini,
the rats would stay in the sewers,
- I could report you for what you said, - Go on, You don't scare me,
No one wants to scare you,
Help me!
He's not breathing!
- Long live Italy! - He's sick!
Is there a doctor?
May I? You are really beautiful,
Driver, stop the bus!
Hello? Yes,
Red Brigades,
We've left a communiqué in an orange envelope,
in the Porta Pia underpass, on top of the photo booth,
See you at home,
A sense of deep anguish and absolute impotence,,,
A coffee, please,
Such ferocity has paralysed everyone fora moment,
as if an unjust and violent aggression
had entered our homes and had struck some of our loved ones,
The nation's consciousness is wounded,
A new resistance has risen up
with the harmony and the determination
that the blood of the dead and the rights of the living demand,
I commit unto God's infinite mercy
the souls of those who have fallen, carabinieri and police officers
beloved by their families
and from today very dear to us and all the Italian people,
Miss, your bag,
You took long enough!
I got a Bible,
- Did you see the funerals? - Yeah, but I turned it off,
I saw a bit of it in a bar,
They were all there,
All in the front row,,,
all dressed the same,
Mannequins,
Come,
A single machine-gun volley would have killed them all,
Yeah, I'll be right there,
Wait for me,
Do what you have to do,
- The communiqué? - Got it, I don't have much time,
I brought you communiqué number three and Moro wrote a letter to Cossiga,
And to his wife too, but that's private,
- I've got the money for you, - Good,
Come with me,
I'll show you how we work,
This is our workshop,
This is ten million,
We keep washing it, We have so much time,
Does he know we're going public?
No,
- He's asking for secret negotiations,,, - Nothing must be hidden from the people,
Wait a minute,
Moro wants to deal with us in secret, That's exactly what we want,
-So? - If we go public with it,,,
Everyone has to know Moro wants hidden negotiations, Christian Democracy style,
He's scared of being forced to reveal state secrets,
So we smear his name,
And we keep the second letter secret,
What second letter?
This one,
He wrote it to his underling, Rana,
His name's Rana,
We won't make it public,
We can establish a secret channel and start the real game,
We'll drive them crazy,
The letter to Cossiga and communiqué number three to La Repubblica,
The letter to Rana, leave it at the church of Sant'Andrea della Valle, Agreed?
Yes,
I'm off,
Wait, The Bible,
Bye,
- Do we send them now? - Yes,
It's a mistake and you know it,
It's a precise strategy,
In politics, loyalty to an enemy doesn't exist,
We only have to answer to the people,
There are rules between enemies too, It's not a question of loyalty, but credibility,
And at what price will we free him?
Or don't we want to free him?
Listen, Adriana,,,
We're at war, We're an army and we don't question orders,
In every army, Christian Democratic, fascist or communist,
first you obey, then you argue,
You have to buy a ticket,
You can't go in!
Call the cops!
Silence!
Tickets please, everyone,
Ticket,
Thank you,
You're coming with us,
I went to the movies,
The Wild Bunch, To unwind a little,
But the film didn't end, Some shit went down,
Are you angry?
We have to obey,
- Why are you so mad? - Because it's a mistake,
Either I'm too naive or I'm too stupid,
You still thinking about it?
If Cossiga's letter stays secret, nothing will happen,
No,,, we mustn't leave the play up to them,
- We're in charge, They need to be afraid, -1 can't see a strategy,
To win, to stir up the masses, takes more than these games,
Do you really think we'll win? That we'll take power?
That Italy will become a socialist republic?
We can rebel, shoot, kill, die, wipe out as many fascists as we can,
Che Guevara is our hero and that will be our end,
to live this way, die attacking Asinara prison,
- A beautiful death, - Forget it,
You don't want to win,
You want to die a hero, like in The Wild Bunch, after killing fascists!
- You just said it, - Yes,
As late as possible, let's hope,
Yes, heroic losers,
We're heroic losers, I'm convinced of it,
So the revolution won't win,
- I want to hear you say it, - No, I don't think so,
My real passion's not revolution,
Nor the dictatorship of the proletariat, but to transgress,
to rebel against orders, to disobey,
I've never been able to stand those in charge! They take themselves too seriously,
Piece of shit,
I abandoned my daughter for the revolution,
A year ago, I had an abortion because you convinced me
that we should give ourselves, our lives!
That all that mattered was the proletarian revolution
and now you don't believe it anymore?
- I wasn't saying that, - Yes, you said it,
You said it,
I said a member of the brigades has to give up his private life,
I'm convinced of it, if he chooses armed struggle,
You've never believed it, But you killed five poor family men,
I'd give my life right away, You're mean to doubt it,
You just want to piss me off,
But I can't think of a socialist Italy without capitalists,
My imagination can't go that far,
I'm not a visionary,
Don't touch me,
MORO CONDEMNED TO DEATH
Take a seat,
Yes, I know,
They asked me to see you,
-Who? - A humanitarian movement,
Everyone's in it, socialists, Catholics, Continuous Struggle, ordinary people,
The great democratic front that increases every day,
And all of them want Moro to be freed,
Workers' Autonomy is also against the death sentence,
Not that we're aware of,
Workers' Autonomy approves,
At the university they're lining up to join us,
How many? 50? 100?
Even if it were 1000, sympathisers watch from the side-lines,
They don't take up guns,
This is not how you overthrow the state,
Why the death sentence?
We won't be fooled like we were with Sossi, freed on promises that were never kept,
This time the hostage dies,
- How much leeway is there? - Lanfranco, we need facts,
We need explicit political recognition,
Tell that to those who sent you,
This time the hostage dies,
Red Brigades, out you file,
We will put you all on trial!
What revolution? What armed struggle?
Let's put an end to this whole muddle!
Officers killed by the Red Brigades
in the Communist struggle Live on today!
It was discovered in a small apartment in Via Cassia, a Red Brigades hideout,
where some of the perpetrators of the March 16 massacre
or their accomplices lived,
In it there were handguns, machine-guns, explosives, a rifle,
Red Brigades leaflets,
three police uniforms and two Alitalia uniforms,
similar to those worn by the terrorists who kidnapped Moro,
- What are you doing? -The key,,, What's up?
- They found Via Gradoli, - Barbara and Mario?
Not there, so they say, Or they got them and aren't telling,
And now to our second story,
This morning dozens of divers have been searching
the bottom of Lake Duchessa,
to verify the macabre announcement
contained in a flyer signed by the Red Brigades,
but whose authenticity is still dubious,
The flyer announced Christian Democracy Party President Aido Moro's death,
Why are they saying we killed him?
They released a false communiqué, It's ridiculous,
-Who? - The secret service,
What a farce,
- But why? - To let us know they're ready,
- For what? - For a dead Moro,
To prepare Italians for this possibility and to gauge how they react,
They think of everything,
I'm increasingly convinced we shouldn't kill him,
- Even the Communists want him dead, - That's why we shouldn't!
- How's Barbara? - Fine, She's safe,
- Want to stay here? - No, better to be separate,
- A coffee? Water? - Water, thanks,
- What happened? - I was going home,
Suddenly I saw firemen, the cops,,,
Thanks,
It was a close call,
Did someone betray us?
I don't know,
But many in the movement knew about our base,
- You've slept there too, - Yes, we were there for a couple of weeks,
I see spies everywhere,
This picture blows it for them,
This is our communiqué number seven,
They're playing, We're serious,
We'll give them another 48 hours,
And no more contact with outsiders, It's too risky,
We can trust Lanfranco,
No,
After what's happened, I don't trust anyone anymore,
Let alone a guy who plays poker with the judges who are trying us,
Show me the photo,
No more personal initiatives! We don't negotiate with socialist mediators,
We deal with Christian Democracy, the government,
Zaccagnini, Andreotti, Leone,
Christian Democracy or the government,
No one else,
You have to tell the people who sent you, Why don't you do something?
I'm an intermediary, I have no power,
Christian Democracy must recognise us and cut the psychiatric bullshit,
"Is he in his right mind, or not?" Aren't they ashamed?
- We need time, - There is no more time, Get it?
You need to understand killing Moro is suicide,
You need the movement, Without them protecting you, hiding you, you'd be done,
It's all over, You, us, the movement,
The movement is the water where fish can swim, Without water you're dead,
Free him, It's the most revolutionary thing you could do,
Unleash Moro on them, angry because his friends wouldn't save him,
They're more scared of Moro alive than dead,
It's so clear,
Moro's here with all of Christian Democracy!
- The executive committee has decided, - We're on the committee,
You're in the minority, The sentence will be carried out,
It's suicide,
Let's move around,
- The movement's not backing us, - I don't give a damn,
Who's taken up the struggle against this fascist regime? Us or the movement?
Enough talk!
Tell your friends, the professors,
the pontificating intellectuals, the media whores,
that we're in charge!
Go,
We'd be doing them a favour,
- If we free him,,, - We'll look foolish,
They want us to kill him, Instead, we'll free him,
Free, he can do more damage to his party,
Without getting anything out of it?
Kidnapping him was a coup, Putting him on trial, we proved,,,
The revolution doesn't have to prove a thing,
The Pope, the UN Secretary General, Arafat, we've had political recognition,
Let's not all stand together,
On principle, we can't kill a helpless prisoner,
What's your problem? It's called armed struggle,,,
I have no problem and I've proved that,
One thing is the cops who were paid for that,,,
Got 100 lire?
- No, - Come on, 50 lire?
Sorry,
A hostage is one thing, Killing a helpless prisoner is something else,
He's a criminal, guilty like the rest, Corruption, massacres,,,
- So if we free him, we're stronger, - It would show that we lack courage,
We don't care about moral superiority!
For a proletarian, it's a defeat,
Only an intellectual or a poet would think of freeing him,
A guy who says "What revolutionary thing can I do today?"
Not a factory worker, repeating the same action millions of times
who risks being fired from that shit job and starving!
Stop!
Let's go,
Think of our base,
You've talked to him every day for two months, fed him,
- How can you just kill him? - It's a war, Don't you get it?
Come here,
We'll try him, condemn him and kill him,
Only us, because we're willing to die,
Even if that happened, it wouldn't be over, Tell that to your friends,
There are heaps of revolutionaries, true revolutionaries,
who want in because they're sick of your nauseating chatter,
- You've spouted revolution for 10 years,
- I've proved I couldn't care less about my life, - Yeah, you've proved it to me,
And now we have our enemies' boss, you still don't want to do it,
This time we'll see it through,
The authors have taken dramatic licence with people and events,
Any connection with any person not explicitly identified, living or dead, is coincidental,