Portobello (2025) s01e05 Episode Script
Episode 5
1
FEBRUARY 4, 1985
START OF THE NCO TRIAL
POGGIOREALE BUNKER COURTROOM
CELLS FOR DISASSOCIATED AND TURNCOATS
Officer, what's your name again?
Luigi Capone.
[dramatic music playing]
[camera shutter clicking]
[laughing]
CELLS FOR CUTOLIAN CAMORRA MEMBERS
[hushed chatter]
GUIDO MARMO
PUBLIC PROSECUTOR
FIFTH EPISODE
Melluso, good morning.
Ah, there she is, my favorite journalist.
This was published today.
- They're talking about you.
- Ah.
[Melluso] Thank you.
Can I have it?
- Of course, it's yours.
- Thanks a lot.
Have a good day.
- I'm wishing you good luck.
- See you later.
- Sir Pandico.
- Hey, what's with the "sir," huh?
I wasn't knighted or anything.
No, but you're the first turncoat
from the Camorra, number one.
In no way am I a turncoat.
I'm disassociated,
there's a big difference.
[man] Pandico!
You ain't no one, you hear me?
You're no one!
Even Ulysses, the king, started as no one,
and look what he managed to do by the end.
You're a no-good dead man!
You're a shitstain!
- [man 1] You're going down!
- [man 2] Bitch boy!
Fuckin' rat asshole!
[men clamoring]
You're a liar.
- You're gonna pay for this!
- Please, lady! Come on, hey!
Not sure who you are, but thanks!
[man] Scumbag,
fuckin' know-it-all asshole!
Shove your typewriter up your ass!
They lack education, they lack culture.
Italy has no future.
[court reporter] Court is in session.
He's finished now.
[chairs dragging]
THE LAW
Melluso, do you confirm the accusations
you've made during
the investigation against Enzo Tortora?
Yes.
Anything more you would like to add?
Yes, Your Honor,
there is something I'd like to add.
It's that my family
wanted me to accuse the prosecution,
because they were the ones
who instigated me to accuse Tortora.
They wanted me to lie to protect myself,
because of all the threats I've gotten.
But if I had listened to my family,
Your Honor,
I wouldn't be here today.
Probably, my brother,
Angelo, would still be alive.
That's what I want to say.
- Oh, come on!
- That's bullshit. Bullshit!
Hey! What do you want from me, huh?
- Screw all of you!
- [men clamoring]
- [judge] Order in the court!
- That's a lie!
[men yelling]
[judge] Order in the court!
No, you don't scare me at all!
Followers of Cutolo,
Tortora, Camorra members.
My brother's dead now because of you!
He was only an 18-year-old kid!
We're done. Thank you, Melluso.
- [clamor dies down]
- [camera shutter clicking]
You hear that? Followers of Enzo Tortora.
I couldn't have come up with that.
[judge] Giovanni Pandico,
for the court,
do you confirm the accusations
you made during
the investigation against Enzo Tortora?
I confirm that Enzo Tortora.
is a Camorrista.
A Camorrista ad honorem,
and more explicitly,
he's numbered as the 60th member in the
in the hierarchy
of the New Organized Camorra.
And I know for a fact,
even though I was not present,
that he was initiated in the house
of a certain Nadia Marzano,
in the presence of Raffaele Cutolo,
and Pasquale Barra.
[men yelling, clamoring]
[judge] Enough!
I will not have this racket continue!
I would like to cite,
only if you would allow me, Your Honor,
a passage from the Gospel of Luke
in Chapter 23, verse 34.
"Father, forgive them,
for they know not what they do."
Now, obviously
I wouldn't wanna compare myself,
God forbid, to our Lord Jesus Christ.
That's enough, Pandico. Thank you.
[judge] Mrs. Nadia Marzano,
please come forward.
Please, madam,
your oath and personal details.
The oath, please.
[sighs]
[Nadia clears throat]
In full awareness of the responsibility,
both legally and morally, that
that I assume
with my testimony here today,
I undertake to tell
the whole and entire truth,
and to conceal nothing
of what is within my knowledge.
[inhales]
Say "I swear."
I swear.
[judge] Come. Have a seat.
Take a seat, it's all right.
Mrs. Marzano, Nadia,
you're here to give us an account
of what exactly you said
in the course of questioning
in the investigation for this trial.
Pasquale Barra testified before
the investigating judge
that Enzo Tortora is a Camorrista,
formally sworn into the organization,
and that he was initiated into the NCO
right in your home, in Milan,
in 1978,
in the presence of Raffaele Cutolo.
Do you confirm this account?
[clearing throat]
Confirm is just kind of
a big word, I think.
Madam, come closer to the microphone.
Confirm is just a bit
too strong a word for it, Your Honor.
You see, I
I actually
for sleep, I, uh Since
If you never sleep, you die,
at least, that's what doctors say.
[hesitates] It's also
probably common sense, to
[exhales]
Anyway, to
I take prescription psychotropics,
sleep medication, to sleep.
You don't need to explain.
Now look, you already stated
this initiation took place.
But Th That night,
when I was arrested, um
It was right in the dead of the night,
and the officers, the police,
they came and took me away
from my apartment, where I was
It's just that
[gulps] During that time, I was, uh
[sniffles]
In '77
I was in the mountains that year.
She's recanting it all.
She's recanting what
she told them prior, isn't she?
My son had pertussis, whooping cough.
I'd driven him to the mountains,
just as I was, um,
ordered to do by his doctors then.
Why are you saying '77?
You stated, and confirmed for us,
I'll repeat,
that in 1978, Enzo Tortora
was in your house, correct?
But I always
I've always referenced the pertussis.
Please, continue, go on, go on.
It seems to me
It seems it was '78 instead, Your Honor.
Sorry, I'm sure
it was '78 instead, Your Honor.
[judge] So then, it was
actually 1978 that your son
had been fighting off a case of pertussis,
indicating that that year
you couldn't have resided in Milan
because you were in the mountains
relieving your son of his illness.
Correct?
Counselor Della Valle,
don't influence her.
Well, '77 is what the lady clearly said.
'77 or '79. I don't know, I [sniffles]
For Heaven's sake, I'm sorry, Your Honor.
[Guido] The question here is simple
The question is simple,
there's no need for tears.
Come on.
Let's leave Heaven out of it.
Heaven is complicated.
Right.
Now, do you confirm, or do you not confirm
that you'd hosted,
in your house, Tortora and Barra?
[sobs]
[cries]
Come on now, confirm it, go on.
Pasquale Barra, yes,
we were acquainted,
but I don't know whether he was present.
[breath trembling]
What do you mean?
I don't know Enzo Tortora.
What? How could you not know?
[judge] Madam,
we aren't interested
in whether you know him or not.
We wanna know whether he was in your home.
Court reporter, enter this now.
Did you already enter it?
Leave the reporter alone, Counselor,
he's aware of what he needs to be writing.
I only asked the reporter
to see whether he'd noted
Barra was not present at the affiliation,
an event which the witness
is now denying occurred.
[sobbing]
No.
No, I don't think he was present.
You hear her denying it, don't you?
[Guido] But you do fully understand
the gravity of what you're saying here?
[scoffs] First you say one thing,
but then the contrary. Well
But I already told you.
Your Honor, on five occasions
my client has attempted suicide.
I have. My mother
my grandmother, even my husband
used to call me "the basket case."
[laughs, cries]
But it was just a nickname,
because in reality--
Excuse me, Your Honor, we would like
to have submitted into the record,
um, as a supporting document,
the floor plan of the small apartment
belonging to Mrs. Marzano, which in--
Counselor, just a moment, just a moment.
Are you not feeling well, madam?
[crying]
Perhaps this is where we stop.
But No! No. Excuse me, Your Honor,
but it's essential we give
the witness a chance to confirm
that there was no sort
of affiliation that night!
It's essential
the witness tells the truth,
- as it occurred!
- I confirmed.
- Don't interrupt! Let me finish!
- [Nadia] I confirmed it.
Your Honor, as I was saying,
the witness stated exactly the opposite
when she gave testimony
previously to Justice Fontana.
- Madam, you are free to leave.
- No, Your Honor, I was saying that
what I'm trying to tell you
is that Nadia Marzano
had only said what
she did during questioning
because she was pressured,
so let her respond.
She was responding. It's fundamental!
Counselor, I don't like being
harsh with the witnesses.
The lady is in a clear state of confusion.
Her testimony
from the investigation stands,
in which she confirms that Tortora
had been initiated at her residence.
That is sufficient for us,
and the law allows it.
What the hell is that?
Bullshit, the whole thing!
You are free to go.
[men yell]
[judge] Be quiet!
Nennè!
Nennè! What happened, huh?
Did you forget what you said to me?
- Huh, Nennè?
- [judge] Enough!
'Cause I never forget a betrayal!
- You sold yourself out, Nennè!
- [man] We won't forget about this!
- You're a liar and a sellout!
- At the following hearing,
we'll begin with the disassociate,
Salvatore Imperatrice.
[Barra] It's your turn now.
You understand?
Yet another accuser by hearsay
who turned state's witness,
then regretted turning state's witness.
It would certainly appear,
that for the Court of Cassation,
the word of three turncoats is sufficient
to prove guilt. Incredible, huh?
- Just the word is enough.
- [man] When's lunch? come on!
Like that commercial for laxatives.
[metal clanging]
Enzo, this is it.
- [indistinct conversations]
- [camera shutter clicking]
- Enzo!
- Excuse me!
- Enzo!
- Enzo!
- Good morning. Good morning.
- We're all wishing you good luck.
Good luck, I'm rooting for you today.
The work you're doing
with Radical Radio has been extraordinary.
- [indistinct chatter]
- Very, very important work.
- Good luck.
- Stay courageous!
Enzino!
Enzi'!
Having a good time in Brussels?
Don't respond to him.
[Melluso] Are brussels sprouts good? Yeah?
[Melluso laughing]
[court reporter]
This court is now in session.
The scheduled deposition
of Salvatore Imperatrice
will not take place.
- Uh Because Um
- [emotional music playing]
Last night,
he took his own life in the prison
where the authorities were holding him.
Sal was a great kid!
- Did you know about that?
- No.
Another man gone.
There's still 17 others on our side!
Another man gone! [laughs]
- Be quiet!
- You sound like uneducated imps.
They killed that kid!
Same way they killed Angelo Melluso.
- Exactly.
- Be quiet, right now!
The very day he was supposed to confirm
the accusations against Enzo Tortora,
the witness commits suicide.
- What an extraordinary coincidence.
- It's you!
You will all have on your conscience
this poor young man's wrongful undoing.
You drove him into the most
horrible suffering and darkness!
- You drove that poor kid insane!
- You will not say another word, or I'll
You don't have the right
to speak at this moment.
You don't have the right to speak!
No, you must be mistaken,
I very much have the right!
I'll pretend you've gone mad.
Let me remind you,
you, who so fiercely plays the moralist,
Cato, Cato the Censor,
that your client was elected
with the votes of the Camorra.
The death of Salvatore Imperatrice,
let's be clear on this,
demonstrates that those
who courageously, and boldly,
choose to break the law of silence,
pay for that choice with their lives.
And you come here
to lecture us on morality?
How utterly disgraceful and crude!
Shame on you!
- You should feel ashamed!
- This is insane!
Obviously, it's not a lecture on morality.
We're beyond all of that!
There's no morality here! No, no, no.
Let me speak, I have something to say.
I have to be able to clear
my name in some manner.
Even if only in this courtroom,
before you, Your Honor.
From this wave of lies and filth
that I've had to withstand
for going on two years now.
I have to be able to at least
stand here and say,
with all this hurt, all this indignation,
through all my suffering,
who I actually am on the inside.
Because I feel as if
there's this endless distance
separating me from the man
that stands here before you today.
From this worm that is being
portrayed here in this courtroom.
- It gives me chills.
- [sniffles]
It leaves me
in a constant state of revulsion.
Now, for two entire years,
I have lived
with perpetual chills and revulsion.
Two entire years,
that I've combatted this utter madness
and I mean it sincerely when I say
when you know that you're innocent,
it is an eternity.
Your Honor, I do truly apologize
for my irregular intervention
in this trial.
But I hope you can see, I'm speaking
with the entirety of my heart,
and also joined together
with some added bitterness,
if I can add that on top, purely because
it was exactly in this city,
which was the city of my father,
that began this
horrifying explosion of utter filth,
which I've done nothing at all to merit!
- [man 1] Go Enzo!
- [crowd cheering, clapping]
[man 2] That's our fuckin' guy!
There we go, Enzo!
Yeah!
[dramatic music playing]
Silence. Right now!
[cheering continues]
[judge] Order in the court!
Be quiet!
[all cheering] Enzo!
I told you to be quiet!
[cheering continues]
Order in the court, this instant!
[cheering dies down]
Pandico, a comment from you. Any comments?
He had the defense of a true Camorrista,
our old pal, Tortora.
And all his buddies
over there applauded him.
Good for him, good for him.
So now, I would appreciate it
CONFRONTATION
TORTORA - MELLUSO
if you, Mr. Melluso,
would clarify for me,
when and at what time,
or at the very least,
whether it was daytime, or evening,
whether it was a weekday,
a holiday, or what have you.
Roughly when this whole encounter,
with Francis Turatello occurred,
in the house,
that you had indicated,
if I'm not mistaken, on Viale Monza.
[Melluso] That meeting
took place in the evening.
Could've been 8:00, 9:00 in the evening.
September or October of 1975.
Go eat shit!
Yes, September or October.
That's as precise as I can be.
It's been ten years already.
So you actually don't recall
whether it was a Friday,
whether it was a Saturday--
How am I supposed to know what day it was?
Think about all the times when
we went out ten years ago to grab
somethin' to eat, do you remember
what day of the week it was?
But, you see,
I can't recall that occurring,
simply because I wasn't actually there.
- Oh, you were there, Enzi'.
- Listen, I'll have to ask you, politely,
that you address me with formality,
just as I've been addressing you.
You're right,
I addressed you like I used to,
but of course, I must address
you correctly, because you're an MP.
I'll even call you Minister,
if you'd like.
No, no, no, Mr. Tortora please,
that's enough for me.
All right, let's recenter on this.
This confrontation is not
the place for personal bickering.
- Are we clear?
- [Melluso] I apologize.
Keep in line with the facts here.
You're right, Your Honor, excuse me,
but these are very important details,
and it's the only method I have
to try to thin out this dense fog
that seems to cloud
the memories of Mr. Melluso,
and tether them back down
to the reality of the facts.
So, where were we?
Now, in this house of Turatello's,
where, I understand,
according to your declarations,
is where you claim to have met me.
Would you at all happen
to recall, say, I don't know,
the type of clothes I wore,
the things that we talked about,
whether the apartment was heated or not?
Again with this?
But how can anyone
remember those things, Your Honor?
If it was heated, if it was cold,
what clothes he was wearing.
But I do recall you having a conversation,
with Turatello about
the Christian Democrats,
and you were saying,
"What're they even doing?"
You were sounding so hateful.
And I remember that because
recently I saw you on television
shaking hands with the actual secretary
of the Christian Democrats.
And I said to myself,
"Well, look at him now.
Before, he was so hateful,
he criticized the entire thing.
Now he shakes their hand
because it's convenient?"
Am I wrong about that?
- [Enzo] It's irrelevant.
- [whispers] Genius.
By what means would I have arrived
at this hypothetical meeting?
Was it by automobile? What make, then?
What you're asking
is literally impossible to recall!
What you're not mentioning
is what I delivered to you that night.
- The cocaine.
- We'll go over that.
- We'll go over that, Melluso.
- Right.
We'll get to it, don't worry.
Let's continue, then.
Now, what day, month, and year
would the first drug delivery have been
that was said to have
occurred in some location,
and I'm just reading
from what you've said,
between Melegnano, and Legnano.
It's Legnano.
Ah, now it's Legnano.
No, because Melegnano and Legnano
are on completely opposite sides.
The very first time.
Yes, the very first
was in Legnano, not Melegnano.
There's no point, Tortora,
in making hand gestures,
as if to say, "I'll get you later,"
because you're not going to do anything.
Melluso, there are no judgements
or assertions at this time.
- [Melluso] I apologize, Your Honor.
- That's it.
All right.
Turatello arranged it,
he managed direct contact with you.
I was only the delivery man.
You were waiting for me
near a bar, in your car,
along with some other friend of yours.
Because then, you weren't even
close to being a celebrity,
and it's useless for you
to try to put it in their heads,
"Oh, the famous, Enzo the Angel!
But he never could've done
the things they're saying!"
Melluso, that's your own sole outlook.
We aren't interested in that.
- [Melluso] May I continue?
- Yes.
Even just ten years ago, you were no one.
Actually, what I'd like to say,
is that it was Turatello
who took an interest in convincing
RAI to hand you a do-over.
Isn't that true, Enzo?
Wasn't it Turatello
who revived your RAI career?
I deny that claim as an utter falsehood,
and, if I may say,
- I think it's incredible, that--
- Tortora, avoid commenting.
- Just deny it, and get past it.
- Yes, but I'm not commenting.
- [judge] Sir.
- It's all a bit surreal. That's all.
Tortora, we're all aware
you're quite well-educated,
but none of this is surreal, not at all.
[whispers] Completely insane.
Well, all right.
Tell me how, when, and where
did or, rather, would,
the following alleged second
theoretical delivery have transpired?
Evidently, it's hard
for Tortora not to comment today.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
the second delivery, as I had said.
- When and where?
- And possibly how, tell me.
So, at the second delivery,
I remember I didn't see you
when I had gotten to Cinisello Balsamo.
You honked two or three times
to show you were there.
So then I stopped the car,
reversed to back out,
and drove over to you.
So you then entered
into Cinisello Balsamo and from where?
Because at Cinisello Balsamo,
there're several ways in--
Tortora, the court is not interested
in the method he used to enter.
Melluso, this second delivery's details?
So, when I made the second delivery,
I had brought
the cocaine to Cinisello Balsamo.
[intense music playing]
And at last, we've come to the storied,
famous alleged photograph.
The undeniable evidence of the crime.
- Tortora, don't judge.
- I'm sorry.
Sorry, Your Honor. Mr. Melluso
Allow me to ask,
regarding this photograph,
which, again, only according to your
statements during investigation,
allegedly shows me
together with you.
Would you tell me, politely,
exactly what year, month,
or what week, or day, or time,
or most importantly,
where this photo of us was taken?
I don't remember.
- I'm not sure.
- Oh, you're not sure?
Well, I'm only asking these things
because, to put it simply,
the photograph isn't real.
Many witnesses testified, under oath,
- they'd personally seen that evidence.
- Well
[Melluso] Your Honor,
may I ask a few questions as well?
Only to contest Tortora.
[whispers] Now punch him, punch.
Isn't it true that when we had
the confrontation at the station,
back in February,
you winked at me, if you recall?
As if to say, "Gianni, tread lightly,
you're playing with fire."
Well, sorry, there were also
the prosecutors in the room with us.
Yeah, but prosecutors
can't watch everything,
I mean, it's not like they got binoculars.
No, sorry, look, to me,
I don't know, this feels
far beyond even just being surreal.
Have we ended up inside a Bosch artwork?
What d'you mean, "I winked at you?"
C'mon, let's be a little
more serious, Melluso.
I was here, and you were there.
And I was ill, do you recall that?
I was transported in an ambulance
from Milan that night.
That story doesn't even make sense.
How could I have imagined or conceived
of the idea of winking at you?
That's entirely beyond
anyone's imagination.
And I must say, that notion
is extremely vulgar and ridiculous.
Mr. Tortora, no commenting,
and avoid any assertions.
Understood? Of taste or aesthetic nature.
You still don't get it
that you're not on Portobello?
Isn't it true that when we had
the confrontation at the station,
you referred to me as a rat?
To make me aware
I'd have to pay for all I said, no?
Please note what occurred at the station
has been kept for the record.
That's right, Your Honor.
It was kept for the record.
Then why'd you call me
a rat during that meeting?
Because I had to pick up
the way that prisoners speak
in the hardest way
that one could learn it, Mr. Melluso.
Do you know
the significance of the word "rat"?
A rat has betrayed the trust of someone.
So just say it,
you feel like I've betrayed your trust,
because I gave all I had on you!
And because I said everything
that you didn't want anyone else knowing.
C'mon, that's why you called me a rat,
I'm positive that's why you did!
[whispers] Kapow.
Do you hear that?
What?
It's unbearable, really.
[pipes clanging]
[grunts]
It's not dripping now.
- [man] Oh, good morning, Francesca.
- Good morning.
TORTORA KO'D BY MELLUSO
MELLUSO TRIUMPHS IN THE CONFRONTATION
MELLUSO ACCUSES TORTORA,
WHO DENIES EVERYTHING.
No, it's
It's also the language
in here that's repugnant.
Listen to the things he's written.
"Eyes skillfully bright with lucidity."
Not once was he able
to even look me in the face,
because I turned my back
to all the journalists.
Well, it's only one.
No, it's not just one journalist,
it's a lot. A lot of them are doing this.
Because if there are still
so many out there
who believe that I'm a Camorrista,
that I trafficked in cocaine,
it's because there are
so many pieces of shit writing,
"Eyes skillfully bright with lucidity."
What do I have to do
for them to believe my story?
Go commit suicide?
Maybe cut off a finger
like I'm Father Sergio?
Who is Father Sergio, sorry?
I'm not sure I follow.
[suspenseful music playing]
What's on your mind?
Just that huge applause
from all of those horrid Camorristi
in there in the courtroom,
when I was shouting my innocence.
I keep thinking about it.
[inaudible]
It gives me shivers.
[explosion]
MOTHER OF GIOVANNI PANDICO KILLED
THE CAMORRA STRIKES THE PANDICO FAMILY
Mr. Pandico
I wanted to offer my condolences.
I'm very sorry.
Giovanni, losing a mother
is the most terrible thing
that can happen to a person.
I offer you my most profound condolences.
Thank you so much, sir.
Court is now in session.
[chairs dragging loudly]
[camera shutter clicking]
[clears throat] Your Honor,
excuse me, um
Before we continue further, I, uh
I'd like to ask the court, now,
to consider granting permission,
to Mr. Giovanni Pandico,
to temporarily leave,
to attend the funeral
of his poor mother, who
very sadly passed away
after the unexpected explosion
in the container home where,
quite unfortunately, she was still living,
after the tragic earthquake of 1980.
Thank you, Mr. Prosecutor.
You're far too kind and generous.
But don't go through the trouble,
I really feel much safer here,
in this cage I'm in.
My mother
will now quietly
be waiting at the cemetery.
She always was quite
a patient lady, and
I know my absence is understood.
How honorable. As you would like.
I rescind my request.
I would like to make just one,
small declaration, Your Honor,
regarding the senseless killing
of my mother, her assassination.
Well, I don't think this has anything
to do with these proceedings, Pandico.
It does, it does, sir.
And now I'll explain why.
I declare
that Enzo Tortora is responsible
for the murder of my mother.
He represents
Raffaele Cutolo in every last facet.
[Barra] No, you know that's not true!
And he absolutely was the putative
mastermind behind the murder of my mother.
[photographers clamoring]
Raffaele Cutolo
is a communist revolutionary!
[judge] Silence!
And now, my only duty
is to ensure that justice is served.
He's a great comrade, a master!
It's not sufficient
to just label him the putative force,
the Court will need to have proof.
And the proof exists, Your Honor,
I swear on that.
[background clamor]
[camera shutters clicking]
PROSECUTOR'S OPENING STATEMEN
Excuse me, Your Honor.
Before I declare my opening statement,
I would like to hand you a letter
from Salvatore Sanfilippo,
a disassociate of
the New Organized Camorra,
present here in the courtroom.
A letter in which he requested
that I humbly present it to Your Honor,
so that you may read it in this court.
It's your decision, of course,
whether to enter it into the record.
"I feel that I can swear before God
that Enzo Tortora's already planned for
and commissioned
an agent to assassinate you,
- because he hates you--"
- [Enzo] Oh, what an outrage, Your Honor!
This cannot stand!
The fact that
the delirious slanders of a murderer
being read here
in this court is incredible!
- You're endorsing fiction, Your Honor.
- [judge] Call the Carabinieri.
Call the Carabinieri.
Please remove them.
Put it on the record, sure,
but he can't just read it.
I do in fact have the authority
and you will not interrupt me anymore.
Understand me, Tortora?
[camera shutter clicking]
"Because he hates you, Mr. Marmo,
and it is clear.
Mafia forces not only
carried out the brutal killing
of my father but also made threats to
to suffocate my entire family
in a pool of their own blood, they said.
They told me
I should consider killing myself,
while at the same time,
letting me know the following,
'Hand yourself from your cell window'"
- What's that mean, "hand"?
- "Hang."
[judge] "Hang?" He means "hang yourself"?
All right, so then it's
"Hang yourself from your cell window,
and we'll leave your family alone."
So ignorant, you can't even write, Jesus!
You're a clown!
Silence in this courtroom
right this very second, no more clamor.
Maybe you should hang yourself, asshole!
Why don't you shut it? Screw you!
I will not have this continue.
Silence, now!
[Barra] Disgusting!
Now, please have that letter
kept for the record.
[clears throat]
To continue [clears throat]
Enzo Tortora
is an official member
of European Parliament,
who enjoys parliamentary
immunity from justice,
present here solely by his own choice.
But for me, in my opinion,
he is and will stay a Camorrista.
But naturally [chuckles]
Enzo Tortora was elected to his position
with the votes of many good people.
My mother, a holy woman,
probably voted for him as well.
But he also had the votes of the Camorra,
who voted for him
in areas that all contained
gigantic quantities of the Camorra,
and they voted in droves for him,
voted en masse!
For example,
the votes from Poggioreale
signifies the vote of the Camorrista.
It signifies the will of 555 Camorristi,
and I checked whether
these 555 votes were actually real.
And the evidence was direct.
They're all real.
And they all voted for Enzo Tortora
because he's a Camorrista.
You free Tortora, you free everyone.
And now we're all aware,
and it's even more grave yet,
that should the case
that's positioned against Tortora
end up getting thrown away,
this gets discredited in the media,
and this investigation
will look like it's a joke.
And is that how Enzo Tortora
thinks that this will end?
I'd bet it's more than that.
He wants it to.
That's human, of course.
But Enzo Tortora
is a strong communicator
with the power to sway the entire world.
A social hypnotist.
A trickster of over 28 million Italians.
And all because
he's the man from Portobello.
But the proof exists. It exists.
It's been fully confessed to,
confirmed entirely
and wholly confirmed again
by 11 disassociates' declarations,
but let's move forward in order.
[camera shutters clicking]
[soft tense music playing]
These proceedings
are not a joke in any form.
There's blood all over them.
The unfortunate, violent death
of poor Salvatore Imperatrice,
the assassination of Angelo Melluso
or the murder
of Giovanni Pandico's mother.
In short,
there have been many deadly events.
It's understandable that
in this unbridled chaos,
that some turncoats
have joined forces with each other
for their own personal gain,
or simply were afraid,
and opted to retract.
But it's also very true,
it's also very true
that 11 of them have remained firm.
Firm and indestructibly
indestructibly stable in their stories,
declaring themselves accessories,
thereby worsening
their own positions as defendants.
And these 11 incredibly brave
state witnesses have so far resisted
all the endless pressure
of the defense there,
and of a press stampede
of liberal communists
growing more unhinged.
The defense, Your Honor,
has insisted on saying
that the state witnesses
all share in a sense of great confusion,
how someone will accuse
and another retracts.
[inhales deeply]
This demonstrates, I believe,
even more that these 11 diehards
who are directly opposite
in every way to these
these, these die-hard terrorists,
and that what we've got here are
11 die-hard repentants
that are defending the very truth,
that I genuinely would dare
to compare to sacred martyrs
who were immolated at this altar.
Therefore, I request
with solemnity,
with solemnity
for Enzo Tortora,
who I dare also to define as, I repeat,
a cynical merchant of death,
while taking full criminal responsibility
for referring to him as such a thing,
I request to issue a sentence
which will set an example.
[solemn music playing]
[camera shutters clicking]
Namely,
13 years of incarceration,
35 million in fines,
in addition to total exclusion,
in perpetuity, from public office.
- Way to go!
- [applause]
- Bravo!
- [judge] Order of the court!
That's justice at work!
We're all vindicated at last.
[judge] Don't get started up again.
Quiet, right now!
[NCO member 1] There we go! Bravo!
[NCO member 2] It's over, Tortora!
[NCO member 3] Bravo, Doctor!
Bravo!
[NCO members clamoring]
[Barra] There we go, boys, that's justice!
[judge] Be quiet. Order! Order!
[clamoring continues]
[camera shutters clicking]
[judge] Be quiet right this instant!
[clamoring and applause continue]
[judge] I'll have you taken away.
[NCO member 2]
You'll never forget us, Tortora!
[Sanfilippo] Yeah!
- [judge] Silence!
- [whispering]
[clamoring continues]
[judge] Be quiet. I won't ask again!
The art of comedy.
[suspenseful music playing]
"TORTORA IS GUILTY"
A TURNCOAT: THEY WANT TO KILL JUDGE MARMO
NEW CAMORRA MAXI-TRIAL:
THE PROSECUTOR'S INDICTMENT AGAINST MEP
[paper fluttering]
DEFENSE ARGUMEN
We'll give the floor
to Professor Dall'Ora.
[clears throat]
Your Honor, it is currently
very hot in the courtroom
despite the air conditioning
and the addition of fans,
which evidently appear to be insufficient.
However, the heat wouldn't prove
a good reason for some colleagues,
in fact, for numerous other colleagues,
to decide against wearing the toga,
which is mandatory inside
every courtroom in Italy.
Amazing, we've even got
Tarquinius Superbus.
Our colleague came all the way here
from Milan just to give us a lecture.
No, no, no, treasured colleagues.
There's no lecture. I'm just a fellow
servant of justice, just like you.
I invite you all to please
wear your togas at this time.
We will now turn the air
conditioning up as well.
All right.
[faint chatter]
Thank you.
Very good.
Thank you.
A belief I've held for a long time
is that the declaration
of supposed state witnesses,
I prefer to instead use that expression
when I'm indicating
the repentant as it were,
are not sufficient evidence
to prove a crime.
They're nothing. They are zero.
They can enter into a criminal trial
for only one purpose,
to then open the way for verification.
Here, on the contrary,
we have 11 witness statements,
and yet,
the prosecution still has zero evidence
that supports
what the accusers have alleged.
Evidence to the contrary
proposed in our defense
was all rejected indiscriminately.
As what also happened
with the deposition of Marzano.
A poor woman who was hurting
and suffering inside,
who said, right in this courtroom, clearly
that she did not know Enzo Tortora,
and that no ceremony at her house
had ever occurred
in which Enzo Tortora
had joined the Camorra.
Wasn't her hesitant, shaky testimony
professed in this very spot,
before each of you judges,
all of her contradictions,
the doubts she displayed,
all of the fears she had,
powerful enough to question
the preliminary testimony
she stated to the judge
during questioning?
No.
No.
That's how it is, and we're all done.
I ask you not to believe
in what are only the mere words
of the turncoats,
in their declarations
which continue to stand unproven
without any evidence.
In the name of this new principle
of accusing when there isn't any proof,
where 11 can point their fingers
and no one can prove a word.
Everyone agreed to accuse
without any evidence whatsoever.
It seems to me, in reading the files,
that the investigating judge
was on the receiving end
of hypnosis, I assume.
And surely not by Enzo Tortora,
as the Public Prosecutor
would have told you.
Because if not explained
through a form of hypnosis,
one struggles to understand
the justification for the mortal danger
suffered by Gianni Melluso,
when we're all aware that
the murder of his brother, Angelo,
is entirely unrelated to the Camorra.
Don't make the justice system
appear as some twisted monstrosity,
swallowing the innocent,
guilty, or whomever it likes,
devouring and then irreversibly
burning their identities.
Don't fall to this Gianni Melluso,
with his face devoid of any expression.
Or Pasquale Barra, who's confessed
to 66 different homicides
If they ever let me out, he'll be 67th.
Or Giovanni Pandico,
another serial murderer
with severe paranoia,
and allow them to skirt justice,
and win their bet.
And then now, we would appeal
to the Public Prosecutor,
whose absence we find shocking,
with humble frankness, naturally,
to rescind his requested sentence,
and to join us in asking
for the acquittal of Enzo Tortora
for not having committed any crime.
Thank you again, Your Honor.
Thank you.
A keepsake,
for having a nose for the truth.
Thank you.
Thank you.
[light music playing]
[reporter 1] Hi, miss.
[reporter 2] Excuse me.
Excuse me, Miss Pecoraro,
do you have a moment?
- How are you feeling?
- Incredible, I'm overjoyed.
[reporter 3] Hey, aren't you afraid
of becoming a target for revenge,
being the wife of Gianni Melluso?
Potentially. But, um, right now,
I'm only thinking of my future.
[reporter 4] Twenty-seven years
is a long time.
What will you do
while waiting for Melluso to be released?
Well, I'll wait at home,
like a proper Italian wife.
[journalist] Miss Pecoraro, let's go.
[reporter 5] Please, please, over here.
- [reporter 6] Right here, right here.
- [reporters clamoring]
Excuse me.
[reporters continue clamoring]
No, stay there. Thank you.
[reporter 7] Let me get
one more picture, please.
[reporter 8] One more question.
- [politician] Mr. Mayor.
- Yes?
- Oh, hello.
- [Melluso] Mr. Mayor.
- Thank you very much for officiating.
- It's my honor. A pleasure.
- [politician] Councilor of Culture.
- It's a pleasure, congratulations.
- [Melluso] Thank you.
- Nice to meet you.
- [politician] Councilor of Tourism.
- [Melluso] Pleasure.
- [politician] Social Services.
- Nice to meet you.
[pensive music playing]
[journalist] Uh, excuse me. Excuse me.
- Can you do that again?
- What I just said did?
[journalist] One more time. Yes.
- [camera shutter clicking]
- [journalist] Beautiful!
And one more time.
[soft romantic music playing]
[mayor] I, Mayor of
the Municipality of Campobasso,
with the power vested in me,
in the name of the law,
pronounce you husband and wife.
[applause]
- [journalist] Look right here.
- [camera shutter clicks]
Here, amazing.
Smile for us.
There we go.
Hold still.
There it is.
One more. [chuckles]
[pops]
[mayor] Congratulations!
[applause]
- Sasa'!
- [Sanfilippo] Yeah?
- Check it out. Look who got married.
- All right.
- [chuckles]
- [NCO member 1] Grab that right there.
LAST HEARING
[NCO member 2] This piece of shit.
What do you got?
[NCO members exclaim]
Looks like he did pretty good.
Look at that.
[faint chatter]
- Wow!
- [NCO member 3] It's crazy.
[NCO member 4]
But how beautiful is this chick?
- Beautiful.
- Did she marry this queer or what?
Suppose we'll have to send them
- wedding favors, then.
- Thank you.
[background chatter]
[NCO member 5]
Who's got a marker or something?
[NCO member 4] Why, what for?
[NCO member 5] Oh, you'll see.
"Currently in prison,
Gianni 'the handsome one'"
[background chatter]
"says yes to his teacher."
[faint laughter]
[thuds]
Officer, can you put that in the trash?
Thank you.
We would pray to Him to give thee peace,
for thou hast pity on us
- and toward our most evil plight--
- [court reporter] Court is now in session.
If any lawyers for any civil parties,
or even the prosecutor
would like to respond,
or if there are supporting statements
any defendant would like to add
before we adjourn the courtroom
Your Honor.
Uh, just a moment, Your Honor. Excuse me.
[judge] Yes.
I want to make
one small statement, that's all.
Which is?
I would just like
to say to the Court, "I'm innocent,
- and I pray that all of you are too."
- Are you suicidal?
I absolutely do not recommend it.
It's as if you're questioning
their impartiality
moments before they deliberate on this.
Or like saying, "Hey, judge, convict me."
They would perceive it
as you provoking them.
[sighs] Very well.
Your Honor, my client has rescinded.
The Court will now retire
to the deliberation quarters.
[African Reggae by Nina Hagen playing]
[officer] Your wives have all arrived.
All right, please call us
when you're ready, okay?
- [officer] Of course, sir.
- Thank you.
[African Reggae by Nina Hagen continues]
[Hagen singing in German]
[footsteps approaching]
[in English] So, we'll see
each other tomorrow?
- Yes. Thanks.
- Great job.
- See you.
- Good night.
Thank you.
[African Reggae by Nina Hagen
continues in German]
[in English] Don't you want to eat?
No, I'm not hungry.
Well, if you don't eat,
then neither will I.
For me, I say it's a racket.
[man] Come on, how is it a racket?
The Public Prosecutor asked
for a 13-year sentence.
What are the odds of acquittal?
- But are you sure?
- I'm absolutely sure.
6-to-1.
All right. You got it.
For the acquittal.
Let me get a thousand
on Tortora's acquittal.
- Thousand on the acquittal.
- How about you, do you have
Even with the odds,
you still want to go for the acquittal?
[indistinct chatter]
I'm betting on guilty, for sure.
I'm gonna do 5,000 on the acquittal.
All right, you got it.
- 100-to-1.
- Oh, shit.
- The acquittal's up to 8,000.
- Why don't we make it 10,000?
Acquittal? Yes, acquittal.
That's all.
[court reporter]
This court is now in session.
SEPTEMBER 17, 1985
READING OF THE VERDIC
For the people of Italy,
we, the Court of Naples,
Tenth Criminal Section,
convened in session from September 10th
to September 17th, 1985,
with regards to Articles 478, 479 and 483
of the Code of Criminal Procedure, declare
Melluso, Giovanni,
having examined
the records and trial findings,
the Court finds the defendant
responsible for the charges
with regard to the disputed facts and,
considering the aggravating
circumstances to be valid,
sentences the defendant to three years
and a ten-million-lire fine,
as well as the payment
of the cost of trial.
And who's got that much cash?
Pandico, Giovanni,
having examined
the records and trial findings,
the Court finds the defendant
- Are they sentencing him?
- responsible for the charges
with regard to the disputed facts and,
considering the aggravating
circumstances to be valid,
sentences him to three years imprisonment
as well as the payment
of the cost of trial.
Wow.
Tortora, Enzo Claudio Marcello,
has been found guilty of the crimes
Enzo, don't resign your immunity,
they'll put you back in jail again.
[judge] as well as 416-bis
of the Penal Code
for violation of Article 6,
trafficking of illegal narcotics.
The Court, recognizing the absence
of aggravating circumstances,
and considering the bond of continuation
pursuant to Article 81
of the Code of Criminal Procedure,
will sentence
Tortora, Enzo Claudio Marcello,
to prison with a ten-year term,
a 50-million-lire fine with perpetual
disqualification for public office.
[NCO members cheering loudly over TV]
[loud cheering continues]
Yeah, this is justice, ain't it?
- There it is, this is justice!
- [judge] Order in the court!
[loud cheering over TV]
[phone ringing]
This is not justice!
My father is innocent!
Those judges can go to hell!
It's a disgrace. [sobs]
It's a disgrace!
- Hey, come on, honey, calm down.
- No!
[crying]
[shushes]
This hearing is adjourned.
[tense music playing]
[reporters clamoring]
It went quite badly,
but I expected as much.
I think that here, today,
the state has committed
the most grave judicial error
in the history of our country.
They're very strict.
- [reporter] And the controversies?
- What controversies?
- [reporter] And Tortora?
- I have nothing to say on Tortora.
It's a victory for the Italian people.
It's a victory for our boys
in the Carabinieri,
and the Prosecutor's Office of Naples.
And it's a victory for all honest
and law-abiding citizens of this country.
[Melluso] Very well said, Giovanni.
Now, we expect that someone in this State
will help us out at least.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the comedy is finished.
[tense music continues]
[Silvia sobbing]
[sobbing continues]
[Anna shushes]
Now, let's all raise our glasses,
and make a wonderful toast
to this resounding victory.
Which is also our victory.
- Can we say that?
- [journalists] Cheers!
Let's say it, we won, guys. Come on!
[overlapping chatter]
- Cheers.
- To the truth.
Cheers.
And it's also a victory for us,
humble reporters, as well.
- [journalist 1] Right.
- The truth will always prevail.
Remember that.
Now we've finally got him
out of our hair, at least.
- [journalist 2] Well said.
- [journalist 3] Of course.
Monastery of Santa Chiara ♪
[vocalizing]
My heart is dark, dark ♪
But why, why every evening ♪
I think of Naples as it was ♪
I think of Naples as it is ♪
[singing continues inaudibly]
[African Reggae
by Nina Hagen playing over in German]
END OF EPISODE FIVE
[Hagen in English] I wanna go to Africa
To the black jah rastaman ♪
To the black culture ♪
Heaven I, I and I, what you mean ♪
I will do things
Like my Black friends do it ♪
[Hagen yodeling]
[chorus] I wanna go to Africa ♪
I wanna go to Africa ♪
I wanna go to Africa ♪
[instrumental reggae continues]
[Hagen singing in German]
[instrumental reggae continues]
[Hagen continues in German]
[in English] Stand up! ♪
[song ends]
[soft music playing]
FEBRUARY 4, 1985
START OF THE NCO TRIAL
POGGIOREALE BUNKER COURTROOM
CELLS FOR DISASSOCIATED AND TURNCOATS
Officer, what's your name again?
Luigi Capone.
[dramatic music playing]
[camera shutter clicking]
[laughing]
CELLS FOR CUTOLIAN CAMORRA MEMBERS
[hushed chatter]
GUIDO MARMO
PUBLIC PROSECUTOR
FIFTH EPISODE
Melluso, good morning.
Ah, there she is, my favorite journalist.
This was published today.
- They're talking about you.
- Ah.
[Melluso] Thank you.
Can I have it?
- Of course, it's yours.
- Thanks a lot.
Have a good day.
- I'm wishing you good luck.
- See you later.
- Sir Pandico.
- Hey, what's with the "sir," huh?
I wasn't knighted or anything.
No, but you're the first turncoat
from the Camorra, number one.
In no way am I a turncoat.
I'm disassociated,
there's a big difference.
[man] Pandico!
You ain't no one, you hear me?
You're no one!
Even Ulysses, the king, started as no one,
and look what he managed to do by the end.
You're a no-good dead man!
You're a shitstain!
- [man 1] You're going down!
- [man 2] Bitch boy!
Fuckin' rat asshole!
[men clamoring]
You're a liar.
- You're gonna pay for this!
- Please, lady! Come on, hey!
Not sure who you are, but thanks!
[man] Scumbag,
fuckin' know-it-all asshole!
Shove your typewriter up your ass!
They lack education, they lack culture.
Italy has no future.
[court reporter] Court is in session.
He's finished now.
[chairs dragging]
THE LAW
Melluso, do you confirm the accusations
you've made during
the investigation against Enzo Tortora?
Yes.
Anything more you would like to add?
Yes, Your Honor,
there is something I'd like to add.
It's that my family
wanted me to accuse the prosecution,
because they were the ones
who instigated me to accuse Tortora.
They wanted me to lie to protect myself,
because of all the threats I've gotten.
But if I had listened to my family,
Your Honor,
I wouldn't be here today.
Probably, my brother,
Angelo, would still be alive.
That's what I want to say.
- Oh, come on!
- That's bullshit. Bullshit!
Hey! What do you want from me, huh?
- Screw all of you!
- [men clamoring]
- [judge] Order in the court!
- That's a lie!
[men yelling]
[judge] Order in the court!
No, you don't scare me at all!
Followers of Cutolo,
Tortora, Camorra members.
My brother's dead now because of you!
He was only an 18-year-old kid!
We're done. Thank you, Melluso.
- [clamor dies down]
- [camera shutter clicking]
You hear that? Followers of Enzo Tortora.
I couldn't have come up with that.
[judge] Giovanni Pandico,
for the court,
do you confirm the accusations
you made during
the investigation against Enzo Tortora?
I confirm that Enzo Tortora.
is a Camorrista.
A Camorrista ad honorem,
and more explicitly,
he's numbered as the 60th member in the
in the hierarchy
of the New Organized Camorra.
And I know for a fact,
even though I was not present,
that he was initiated in the house
of a certain Nadia Marzano,
in the presence of Raffaele Cutolo,
and Pasquale Barra.
[men yelling, clamoring]
[judge] Enough!
I will not have this racket continue!
I would like to cite,
only if you would allow me, Your Honor,
a passage from the Gospel of Luke
in Chapter 23, verse 34.
"Father, forgive them,
for they know not what they do."
Now, obviously
I wouldn't wanna compare myself,
God forbid, to our Lord Jesus Christ.
That's enough, Pandico. Thank you.
[judge] Mrs. Nadia Marzano,
please come forward.
Please, madam,
your oath and personal details.
The oath, please.
[sighs]
[Nadia clears throat]
In full awareness of the responsibility,
both legally and morally, that
that I assume
with my testimony here today,
I undertake to tell
the whole and entire truth,
and to conceal nothing
of what is within my knowledge.
[inhales]
Say "I swear."
I swear.
[judge] Come. Have a seat.
Take a seat, it's all right.
Mrs. Marzano, Nadia,
you're here to give us an account
of what exactly you said
in the course of questioning
in the investigation for this trial.
Pasquale Barra testified before
the investigating judge
that Enzo Tortora is a Camorrista,
formally sworn into the organization,
and that he was initiated into the NCO
right in your home, in Milan,
in 1978,
in the presence of Raffaele Cutolo.
Do you confirm this account?
[clearing throat]
Confirm is just kind of
a big word, I think.
Madam, come closer to the microphone.
Confirm is just a bit
too strong a word for it, Your Honor.
You see, I
I actually
for sleep, I, uh Since
If you never sleep, you die,
at least, that's what doctors say.
[hesitates] It's also
probably common sense, to
[exhales]
Anyway, to
I take prescription psychotropics,
sleep medication, to sleep.
You don't need to explain.
Now look, you already stated
this initiation took place.
But Th That night,
when I was arrested, um
It was right in the dead of the night,
and the officers, the police,
they came and took me away
from my apartment, where I was
It's just that
[gulps] During that time, I was, uh
[sniffles]
In '77
I was in the mountains that year.
She's recanting it all.
She's recanting what
she told them prior, isn't she?
My son had pertussis, whooping cough.
I'd driven him to the mountains,
just as I was, um,
ordered to do by his doctors then.
Why are you saying '77?
You stated, and confirmed for us,
I'll repeat,
that in 1978, Enzo Tortora
was in your house, correct?
But I always
I've always referenced the pertussis.
Please, continue, go on, go on.
It seems to me
It seems it was '78 instead, Your Honor.
Sorry, I'm sure
it was '78 instead, Your Honor.
[judge] So then, it was
actually 1978 that your son
had been fighting off a case of pertussis,
indicating that that year
you couldn't have resided in Milan
because you were in the mountains
relieving your son of his illness.
Correct?
Counselor Della Valle,
don't influence her.
Well, '77 is what the lady clearly said.
'77 or '79. I don't know, I [sniffles]
For Heaven's sake, I'm sorry, Your Honor.
[Guido] The question here is simple
The question is simple,
there's no need for tears.
Come on.
Let's leave Heaven out of it.
Heaven is complicated.
Right.
Now, do you confirm, or do you not confirm
that you'd hosted,
in your house, Tortora and Barra?
[sobs]
[cries]
Come on now, confirm it, go on.
Pasquale Barra, yes,
we were acquainted,
but I don't know whether he was present.
[breath trembling]
What do you mean?
I don't know Enzo Tortora.
What? How could you not know?
[judge] Madam,
we aren't interested
in whether you know him or not.
We wanna know whether he was in your home.
Court reporter, enter this now.
Did you already enter it?
Leave the reporter alone, Counselor,
he's aware of what he needs to be writing.
I only asked the reporter
to see whether he'd noted
Barra was not present at the affiliation,
an event which the witness
is now denying occurred.
[sobbing]
No.
No, I don't think he was present.
You hear her denying it, don't you?
[Guido] But you do fully understand
the gravity of what you're saying here?
[scoffs] First you say one thing,
but then the contrary. Well
But I already told you.
Your Honor, on five occasions
my client has attempted suicide.
I have. My mother
my grandmother, even my husband
used to call me "the basket case."
[laughs, cries]
But it was just a nickname,
because in reality--
Excuse me, Your Honor, we would like
to have submitted into the record,
um, as a supporting document,
the floor plan of the small apartment
belonging to Mrs. Marzano, which in--
Counselor, just a moment, just a moment.
Are you not feeling well, madam?
[crying]
Perhaps this is where we stop.
But No! No. Excuse me, Your Honor,
but it's essential we give
the witness a chance to confirm
that there was no sort
of affiliation that night!
It's essential
the witness tells the truth,
- as it occurred!
- I confirmed.
- Don't interrupt! Let me finish!
- [Nadia] I confirmed it.
Your Honor, as I was saying,
the witness stated exactly the opposite
when she gave testimony
previously to Justice Fontana.
- Madam, you are free to leave.
- No, Your Honor, I was saying that
what I'm trying to tell you
is that Nadia Marzano
had only said what
she did during questioning
because she was pressured,
so let her respond.
She was responding. It's fundamental!
Counselor, I don't like being
harsh with the witnesses.
The lady is in a clear state of confusion.
Her testimony
from the investigation stands,
in which she confirms that Tortora
had been initiated at her residence.
That is sufficient for us,
and the law allows it.
What the hell is that?
Bullshit, the whole thing!
You are free to go.
[men yell]
[judge] Be quiet!
Nennè!
Nennè! What happened, huh?
Did you forget what you said to me?
- Huh, Nennè?
- [judge] Enough!
'Cause I never forget a betrayal!
- You sold yourself out, Nennè!
- [man] We won't forget about this!
- You're a liar and a sellout!
- At the following hearing,
we'll begin with the disassociate,
Salvatore Imperatrice.
[Barra] It's your turn now.
You understand?
Yet another accuser by hearsay
who turned state's witness,
then regretted turning state's witness.
It would certainly appear,
that for the Court of Cassation,
the word of three turncoats is sufficient
to prove guilt. Incredible, huh?
- Just the word is enough.
- [man] When's lunch? come on!
Like that commercial for laxatives.
[metal clanging]
Enzo, this is it.
- [indistinct conversations]
- [camera shutter clicking]
- Enzo!
- Excuse me!
- Enzo!
- Enzo!
- Good morning. Good morning.
- We're all wishing you good luck.
Good luck, I'm rooting for you today.
The work you're doing
with Radical Radio has been extraordinary.
- [indistinct chatter]
- Very, very important work.
- Good luck.
- Stay courageous!
Enzino!
Enzi'!
Having a good time in Brussels?
Don't respond to him.
[Melluso] Are brussels sprouts good? Yeah?
[Melluso laughing]
[court reporter]
This court is now in session.
The scheduled deposition
of Salvatore Imperatrice
will not take place.
- Uh Because Um
- [emotional music playing]
Last night,
he took his own life in the prison
where the authorities were holding him.
Sal was a great kid!
- Did you know about that?
- No.
Another man gone.
There's still 17 others on our side!
Another man gone! [laughs]
- Be quiet!
- You sound like uneducated imps.
They killed that kid!
Same way they killed Angelo Melluso.
- Exactly.
- Be quiet, right now!
The very day he was supposed to confirm
the accusations against Enzo Tortora,
the witness commits suicide.
- What an extraordinary coincidence.
- It's you!
You will all have on your conscience
this poor young man's wrongful undoing.
You drove him into the most
horrible suffering and darkness!
- You drove that poor kid insane!
- You will not say another word, or I'll
You don't have the right
to speak at this moment.
You don't have the right to speak!
No, you must be mistaken,
I very much have the right!
I'll pretend you've gone mad.
Let me remind you,
you, who so fiercely plays the moralist,
Cato, Cato the Censor,
that your client was elected
with the votes of the Camorra.
The death of Salvatore Imperatrice,
let's be clear on this,
demonstrates that those
who courageously, and boldly,
choose to break the law of silence,
pay for that choice with their lives.
And you come here
to lecture us on morality?
How utterly disgraceful and crude!
Shame on you!
- You should feel ashamed!
- This is insane!
Obviously, it's not a lecture on morality.
We're beyond all of that!
There's no morality here! No, no, no.
Let me speak, I have something to say.
I have to be able to clear
my name in some manner.
Even if only in this courtroom,
before you, Your Honor.
From this wave of lies and filth
that I've had to withstand
for going on two years now.
I have to be able to at least
stand here and say,
with all this hurt, all this indignation,
through all my suffering,
who I actually am on the inside.
Because I feel as if
there's this endless distance
separating me from the man
that stands here before you today.
From this worm that is being
portrayed here in this courtroom.
- It gives me chills.
- [sniffles]
It leaves me
in a constant state of revulsion.
Now, for two entire years,
I have lived
with perpetual chills and revulsion.
Two entire years,
that I've combatted this utter madness
and I mean it sincerely when I say
when you know that you're innocent,
it is an eternity.
Your Honor, I do truly apologize
for my irregular intervention
in this trial.
But I hope you can see, I'm speaking
with the entirety of my heart,
and also joined together
with some added bitterness,
if I can add that on top, purely because
it was exactly in this city,
which was the city of my father,
that began this
horrifying explosion of utter filth,
which I've done nothing at all to merit!
- [man 1] Go Enzo!
- [crowd cheering, clapping]
[man 2] That's our fuckin' guy!
There we go, Enzo!
Yeah!
[dramatic music playing]
Silence. Right now!
[cheering continues]
[judge] Order in the court!
Be quiet!
[all cheering] Enzo!
I told you to be quiet!
[cheering continues]
Order in the court, this instant!
[cheering dies down]
Pandico, a comment from you. Any comments?
He had the defense of a true Camorrista,
our old pal, Tortora.
And all his buddies
over there applauded him.
Good for him, good for him.
So now, I would appreciate it
CONFRONTATION
TORTORA - MELLUSO
if you, Mr. Melluso,
would clarify for me,
when and at what time,
or at the very least,
whether it was daytime, or evening,
whether it was a weekday,
a holiday, or what have you.
Roughly when this whole encounter,
with Francis Turatello occurred,
in the house,
that you had indicated,
if I'm not mistaken, on Viale Monza.
[Melluso] That meeting
took place in the evening.
Could've been 8:00, 9:00 in the evening.
September or October of 1975.
Go eat shit!
Yes, September or October.
That's as precise as I can be.
It's been ten years already.
So you actually don't recall
whether it was a Friday,
whether it was a Saturday--
How am I supposed to know what day it was?
Think about all the times when
we went out ten years ago to grab
somethin' to eat, do you remember
what day of the week it was?
But, you see,
I can't recall that occurring,
simply because I wasn't actually there.
- Oh, you were there, Enzi'.
- Listen, I'll have to ask you, politely,
that you address me with formality,
just as I've been addressing you.
You're right,
I addressed you like I used to,
but of course, I must address
you correctly, because you're an MP.
I'll even call you Minister,
if you'd like.
No, no, no, Mr. Tortora please,
that's enough for me.
All right, let's recenter on this.
This confrontation is not
the place for personal bickering.
- Are we clear?
- [Melluso] I apologize.
Keep in line with the facts here.
You're right, Your Honor, excuse me,
but these are very important details,
and it's the only method I have
to try to thin out this dense fog
that seems to cloud
the memories of Mr. Melluso,
and tether them back down
to the reality of the facts.
So, where were we?
Now, in this house of Turatello's,
where, I understand,
according to your declarations,
is where you claim to have met me.
Would you at all happen
to recall, say, I don't know,
the type of clothes I wore,
the things that we talked about,
whether the apartment was heated or not?
Again with this?
But how can anyone
remember those things, Your Honor?
If it was heated, if it was cold,
what clothes he was wearing.
But I do recall you having a conversation,
with Turatello about
the Christian Democrats,
and you were saying,
"What're they even doing?"
You were sounding so hateful.
And I remember that because
recently I saw you on television
shaking hands with the actual secretary
of the Christian Democrats.
And I said to myself,
"Well, look at him now.
Before, he was so hateful,
he criticized the entire thing.
Now he shakes their hand
because it's convenient?"
Am I wrong about that?
- [Enzo] It's irrelevant.
- [whispers] Genius.
By what means would I have arrived
at this hypothetical meeting?
Was it by automobile? What make, then?
What you're asking
is literally impossible to recall!
What you're not mentioning
is what I delivered to you that night.
- The cocaine.
- We'll go over that.
- We'll go over that, Melluso.
- Right.
We'll get to it, don't worry.
Let's continue, then.
Now, what day, month, and year
would the first drug delivery have been
that was said to have
occurred in some location,
and I'm just reading
from what you've said,
between Melegnano, and Legnano.
It's Legnano.
Ah, now it's Legnano.
No, because Melegnano and Legnano
are on completely opposite sides.
The very first time.
Yes, the very first
was in Legnano, not Melegnano.
There's no point, Tortora,
in making hand gestures,
as if to say, "I'll get you later,"
because you're not going to do anything.
Melluso, there are no judgements
or assertions at this time.
- [Melluso] I apologize, Your Honor.
- That's it.
All right.
Turatello arranged it,
he managed direct contact with you.
I was only the delivery man.
You were waiting for me
near a bar, in your car,
along with some other friend of yours.
Because then, you weren't even
close to being a celebrity,
and it's useless for you
to try to put it in their heads,
"Oh, the famous, Enzo the Angel!
But he never could've done
the things they're saying!"
Melluso, that's your own sole outlook.
We aren't interested in that.
- [Melluso] May I continue?
- Yes.
Even just ten years ago, you were no one.
Actually, what I'd like to say,
is that it was Turatello
who took an interest in convincing
RAI to hand you a do-over.
Isn't that true, Enzo?
Wasn't it Turatello
who revived your RAI career?
I deny that claim as an utter falsehood,
and, if I may say,
- I think it's incredible, that--
- Tortora, avoid commenting.
- Just deny it, and get past it.
- Yes, but I'm not commenting.
- [judge] Sir.
- It's all a bit surreal. That's all.
Tortora, we're all aware
you're quite well-educated,
but none of this is surreal, not at all.
[whispers] Completely insane.
Well, all right.
Tell me how, when, and where
did or, rather, would,
the following alleged second
theoretical delivery have transpired?
Evidently, it's hard
for Tortora not to comment today.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
the second delivery, as I had said.
- When and where?
- And possibly how, tell me.
So, at the second delivery,
I remember I didn't see you
when I had gotten to Cinisello Balsamo.
You honked two or three times
to show you were there.
So then I stopped the car,
reversed to back out,
and drove over to you.
So you then entered
into Cinisello Balsamo and from where?
Because at Cinisello Balsamo,
there're several ways in--
Tortora, the court is not interested
in the method he used to enter.
Melluso, this second delivery's details?
So, when I made the second delivery,
I had brought
the cocaine to Cinisello Balsamo.
[intense music playing]
And at last, we've come to the storied,
famous alleged photograph.
The undeniable evidence of the crime.
- Tortora, don't judge.
- I'm sorry.
Sorry, Your Honor. Mr. Melluso
Allow me to ask,
regarding this photograph,
which, again, only according to your
statements during investigation,
allegedly shows me
together with you.
Would you tell me, politely,
exactly what year, month,
or what week, or day, or time,
or most importantly,
where this photo of us was taken?
I don't remember.
- I'm not sure.
- Oh, you're not sure?
Well, I'm only asking these things
because, to put it simply,
the photograph isn't real.
Many witnesses testified, under oath,
- they'd personally seen that evidence.
- Well
[Melluso] Your Honor,
may I ask a few questions as well?
Only to contest Tortora.
[whispers] Now punch him, punch.
Isn't it true that when we had
the confrontation at the station,
back in February,
you winked at me, if you recall?
As if to say, "Gianni, tread lightly,
you're playing with fire."
Well, sorry, there were also
the prosecutors in the room with us.
Yeah, but prosecutors
can't watch everything,
I mean, it's not like they got binoculars.
No, sorry, look, to me,
I don't know, this feels
far beyond even just being surreal.
Have we ended up inside a Bosch artwork?
What d'you mean, "I winked at you?"
C'mon, let's be a little
more serious, Melluso.
I was here, and you were there.
And I was ill, do you recall that?
I was transported in an ambulance
from Milan that night.
That story doesn't even make sense.
How could I have imagined or conceived
of the idea of winking at you?
That's entirely beyond
anyone's imagination.
And I must say, that notion
is extremely vulgar and ridiculous.
Mr. Tortora, no commenting,
and avoid any assertions.
Understood? Of taste or aesthetic nature.
You still don't get it
that you're not on Portobello?
Isn't it true that when we had
the confrontation at the station,
you referred to me as a rat?
To make me aware
I'd have to pay for all I said, no?
Please note what occurred at the station
has been kept for the record.
That's right, Your Honor.
It was kept for the record.
Then why'd you call me
a rat during that meeting?
Because I had to pick up
the way that prisoners speak
in the hardest way
that one could learn it, Mr. Melluso.
Do you know
the significance of the word "rat"?
A rat has betrayed the trust of someone.
So just say it,
you feel like I've betrayed your trust,
because I gave all I had on you!
And because I said everything
that you didn't want anyone else knowing.
C'mon, that's why you called me a rat,
I'm positive that's why you did!
[whispers] Kapow.
Do you hear that?
What?
It's unbearable, really.
[pipes clanging]
[grunts]
It's not dripping now.
- [man] Oh, good morning, Francesca.
- Good morning.
TORTORA KO'D BY MELLUSO
MELLUSO TRIUMPHS IN THE CONFRONTATION
MELLUSO ACCUSES TORTORA,
WHO DENIES EVERYTHING.
No, it's
It's also the language
in here that's repugnant.
Listen to the things he's written.
"Eyes skillfully bright with lucidity."
Not once was he able
to even look me in the face,
because I turned my back
to all the journalists.
Well, it's only one.
No, it's not just one journalist,
it's a lot. A lot of them are doing this.
Because if there are still
so many out there
who believe that I'm a Camorrista,
that I trafficked in cocaine,
it's because there are
so many pieces of shit writing,
"Eyes skillfully bright with lucidity."
What do I have to do
for them to believe my story?
Go commit suicide?
Maybe cut off a finger
like I'm Father Sergio?
Who is Father Sergio, sorry?
I'm not sure I follow.
[suspenseful music playing]
What's on your mind?
Just that huge applause
from all of those horrid Camorristi
in there in the courtroom,
when I was shouting my innocence.
I keep thinking about it.
[inaudible]
It gives me shivers.
[explosion]
MOTHER OF GIOVANNI PANDICO KILLED
THE CAMORRA STRIKES THE PANDICO FAMILY
Mr. Pandico
I wanted to offer my condolences.
I'm very sorry.
Giovanni, losing a mother
is the most terrible thing
that can happen to a person.
I offer you my most profound condolences.
Thank you so much, sir.
Court is now in session.
[chairs dragging loudly]
[camera shutter clicking]
[clears throat] Your Honor,
excuse me, um
Before we continue further, I, uh
I'd like to ask the court, now,
to consider granting permission,
to Mr. Giovanni Pandico,
to temporarily leave,
to attend the funeral
of his poor mother, who
very sadly passed away
after the unexpected explosion
in the container home where,
quite unfortunately, she was still living,
after the tragic earthquake of 1980.
Thank you, Mr. Prosecutor.
You're far too kind and generous.
But don't go through the trouble,
I really feel much safer here,
in this cage I'm in.
My mother
will now quietly
be waiting at the cemetery.
She always was quite
a patient lady, and
I know my absence is understood.
How honorable. As you would like.
I rescind my request.
I would like to make just one,
small declaration, Your Honor,
regarding the senseless killing
of my mother, her assassination.
Well, I don't think this has anything
to do with these proceedings, Pandico.
It does, it does, sir.
And now I'll explain why.
I declare
that Enzo Tortora is responsible
for the murder of my mother.
He represents
Raffaele Cutolo in every last facet.
[Barra] No, you know that's not true!
And he absolutely was the putative
mastermind behind the murder of my mother.
[photographers clamoring]
Raffaele Cutolo
is a communist revolutionary!
[judge] Silence!
And now, my only duty
is to ensure that justice is served.
He's a great comrade, a master!
It's not sufficient
to just label him the putative force,
the Court will need to have proof.
And the proof exists, Your Honor,
I swear on that.
[background clamor]
[camera shutters clicking]
PROSECUTOR'S OPENING STATEMEN
Excuse me, Your Honor.
Before I declare my opening statement,
I would like to hand you a letter
from Salvatore Sanfilippo,
a disassociate of
the New Organized Camorra,
present here in the courtroom.
A letter in which he requested
that I humbly present it to Your Honor,
so that you may read it in this court.
It's your decision, of course,
whether to enter it into the record.
"I feel that I can swear before God
that Enzo Tortora's already planned for
and commissioned
an agent to assassinate you,
- because he hates you--"
- [Enzo] Oh, what an outrage, Your Honor!
This cannot stand!
The fact that
the delirious slanders of a murderer
being read here
in this court is incredible!
- You're endorsing fiction, Your Honor.
- [judge] Call the Carabinieri.
Call the Carabinieri.
Please remove them.
Put it on the record, sure,
but he can't just read it.
I do in fact have the authority
and you will not interrupt me anymore.
Understand me, Tortora?
[camera shutter clicking]
"Because he hates you, Mr. Marmo,
and it is clear.
Mafia forces not only
carried out the brutal killing
of my father but also made threats to
to suffocate my entire family
in a pool of their own blood, they said.
They told me
I should consider killing myself,
while at the same time,
letting me know the following,
'Hand yourself from your cell window'"
- What's that mean, "hand"?
- "Hang."
[judge] "Hang?" He means "hang yourself"?
All right, so then it's
"Hang yourself from your cell window,
and we'll leave your family alone."
So ignorant, you can't even write, Jesus!
You're a clown!
Silence in this courtroom
right this very second, no more clamor.
Maybe you should hang yourself, asshole!
Why don't you shut it? Screw you!
I will not have this continue.
Silence, now!
[Barra] Disgusting!
Now, please have that letter
kept for the record.
[clears throat]
To continue [clears throat]
Enzo Tortora
is an official member
of European Parliament,
who enjoys parliamentary
immunity from justice,
present here solely by his own choice.
But for me, in my opinion,
he is and will stay a Camorrista.
But naturally [chuckles]
Enzo Tortora was elected to his position
with the votes of many good people.
My mother, a holy woman,
probably voted for him as well.
But he also had the votes of the Camorra,
who voted for him
in areas that all contained
gigantic quantities of the Camorra,
and they voted in droves for him,
voted en masse!
For example,
the votes from Poggioreale
signifies the vote of the Camorrista.
It signifies the will of 555 Camorristi,
and I checked whether
these 555 votes were actually real.
And the evidence was direct.
They're all real.
And they all voted for Enzo Tortora
because he's a Camorrista.
You free Tortora, you free everyone.
And now we're all aware,
and it's even more grave yet,
that should the case
that's positioned against Tortora
end up getting thrown away,
this gets discredited in the media,
and this investigation
will look like it's a joke.
And is that how Enzo Tortora
thinks that this will end?
I'd bet it's more than that.
He wants it to.
That's human, of course.
But Enzo Tortora
is a strong communicator
with the power to sway the entire world.
A social hypnotist.
A trickster of over 28 million Italians.
And all because
he's the man from Portobello.
But the proof exists. It exists.
It's been fully confessed to,
confirmed entirely
and wholly confirmed again
by 11 disassociates' declarations,
but let's move forward in order.
[camera shutters clicking]
[soft tense music playing]
These proceedings
are not a joke in any form.
There's blood all over them.
The unfortunate, violent death
of poor Salvatore Imperatrice,
the assassination of Angelo Melluso
or the murder
of Giovanni Pandico's mother.
In short,
there have been many deadly events.
It's understandable that
in this unbridled chaos,
that some turncoats
have joined forces with each other
for their own personal gain,
or simply were afraid,
and opted to retract.
But it's also very true,
it's also very true
that 11 of them have remained firm.
Firm and indestructibly
indestructibly stable in their stories,
declaring themselves accessories,
thereby worsening
their own positions as defendants.
And these 11 incredibly brave
state witnesses have so far resisted
all the endless pressure
of the defense there,
and of a press stampede
of liberal communists
growing more unhinged.
The defense, Your Honor,
has insisted on saying
that the state witnesses
all share in a sense of great confusion,
how someone will accuse
and another retracts.
[inhales deeply]
This demonstrates, I believe,
even more that these 11 diehards
who are directly opposite
in every way to these
these, these die-hard terrorists,
and that what we've got here are
11 die-hard repentants
that are defending the very truth,
that I genuinely would dare
to compare to sacred martyrs
who were immolated at this altar.
Therefore, I request
with solemnity,
with solemnity
for Enzo Tortora,
who I dare also to define as, I repeat,
a cynical merchant of death,
while taking full criminal responsibility
for referring to him as such a thing,
I request to issue a sentence
which will set an example.
[solemn music playing]
[camera shutters clicking]
Namely,
13 years of incarceration,
35 million in fines,
in addition to total exclusion,
in perpetuity, from public office.
- Way to go!
- [applause]
- Bravo!
- [judge] Order of the court!
That's justice at work!
We're all vindicated at last.
[judge] Don't get started up again.
Quiet, right now!
[NCO member 1] There we go! Bravo!
[NCO member 2] It's over, Tortora!
[NCO member 3] Bravo, Doctor!
Bravo!
[NCO members clamoring]
[Barra] There we go, boys, that's justice!
[judge] Be quiet. Order! Order!
[clamoring continues]
[camera shutters clicking]
[judge] Be quiet right this instant!
[clamoring and applause continue]
[judge] I'll have you taken away.
[NCO member 2]
You'll never forget us, Tortora!
[Sanfilippo] Yeah!
- [judge] Silence!
- [whispering]
[clamoring continues]
[judge] Be quiet. I won't ask again!
The art of comedy.
[suspenseful music playing]
"TORTORA IS GUILTY"
A TURNCOAT: THEY WANT TO KILL JUDGE MARMO
NEW CAMORRA MAXI-TRIAL:
THE PROSECUTOR'S INDICTMENT AGAINST MEP
[paper fluttering]
DEFENSE ARGUMEN
We'll give the floor
to Professor Dall'Ora.
[clears throat]
Your Honor, it is currently
very hot in the courtroom
despite the air conditioning
and the addition of fans,
which evidently appear to be insufficient.
However, the heat wouldn't prove
a good reason for some colleagues,
in fact, for numerous other colleagues,
to decide against wearing the toga,
which is mandatory inside
every courtroom in Italy.
Amazing, we've even got
Tarquinius Superbus.
Our colleague came all the way here
from Milan just to give us a lecture.
No, no, no, treasured colleagues.
There's no lecture. I'm just a fellow
servant of justice, just like you.
I invite you all to please
wear your togas at this time.
We will now turn the air
conditioning up as well.
All right.
[faint chatter]
Thank you.
Very good.
Thank you.
A belief I've held for a long time
is that the declaration
of supposed state witnesses,
I prefer to instead use that expression
when I'm indicating
the repentant as it were,
are not sufficient evidence
to prove a crime.
They're nothing. They are zero.
They can enter into a criminal trial
for only one purpose,
to then open the way for verification.
Here, on the contrary,
we have 11 witness statements,
and yet,
the prosecution still has zero evidence
that supports
what the accusers have alleged.
Evidence to the contrary
proposed in our defense
was all rejected indiscriminately.
As what also happened
with the deposition of Marzano.
A poor woman who was hurting
and suffering inside,
who said, right in this courtroom, clearly
that she did not know Enzo Tortora,
and that no ceremony at her house
had ever occurred
in which Enzo Tortora
had joined the Camorra.
Wasn't her hesitant, shaky testimony
professed in this very spot,
before each of you judges,
all of her contradictions,
the doubts she displayed,
all of the fears she had,
powerful enough to question
the preliminary testimony
she stated to the judge
during questioning?
No.
No.
That's how it is, and we're all done.
I ask you not to believe
in what are only the mere words
of the turncoats,
in their declarations
which continue to stand unproven
without any evidence.
In the name of this new principle
of accusing when there isn't any proof,
where 11 can point their fingers
and no one can prove a word.
Everyone agreed to accuse
without any evidence whatsoever.
It seems to me, in reading the files,
that the investigating judge
was on the receiving end
of hypnosis, I assume.
And surely not by Enzo Tortora,
as the Public Prosecutor
would have told you.
Because if not explained
through a form of hypnosis,
one struggles to understand
the justification for the mortal danger
suffered by Gianni Melluso,
when we're all aware that
the murder of his brother, Angelo,
is entirely unrelated to the Camorra.
Don't make the justice system
appear as some twisted monstrosity,
swallowing the innocent,
guilty, or whomever it likes,
devouring and then irreversibly
burning their identities.
Don't fall to this Gianni Melluso,
with his face devoid of any expression.
Or Pasquale Barra, who's confessed
to 66 different homicides
If they ever let me out, he'll be 67th.
Or Giovanni Pandico,
another serial murderer
with severe paranoia,
and allow them to skirt justice,
and win their bet.
And then now, we would appeal
to the Public Prosecutor,
whose absence we find shocking,
with humble frankness, naturally,
to rescind his requested sentence,
and to join us in asking
for the acquittal of Enzo Tortora
for not having committed any crime.
Thank you again, Your Honor.
Thank you.
A keepsake,
for having a nose for the truth.
Thank you.
Thank you.
[light music playing]
[reporter 1] Hi, miss.
[reporter 2] Excuse me.
Excuse me, Miss Pecoraro,
do you have a moment?
- How are you feeling?
- Incredible, I'm overjoyed.
[reporter 3] Hey, aren't you afraid
of becoming a target for revenge,
being the wife of Gianni Melluso?
Potentially. But, um, right now,
I'm only thinking of my future.
[reporter 4] Twenty-seven years
is a long time.
What will you do
while waiting for Melluso to be released?
Well, I'll wait at home,
like a proper Italian wife.
[journalist] Miss Pecoraro, let's go.
[reporter 5] Please, please, over here.
- [reporter 6] Right here, right here.
- [reporters clamoring]
Excuse me.
[reporters continue clamoring]
No, stay there. Thank you.
[reporter 7] Let me get
one more picture, please.
[reporter 8] One more question.
- [politician] Mr. Mayor.
- Yes?
- Oh, hello.
- [Melluso] Mr. Mayor.
- Thank you very much for officiating.
- It's my honor. A pleasure.
- [politician] Councilor of Culture.
- It's a pleasure, congratulations.
- [Melluso] Thank you.
- Nice to meet you.
- [politician] Councilor of Tourism.
- [Melluso] Pleasure.
- [politician] Social Services.
- Nice to meet you.
[pensive music playing]
[journalist] Uh, excuse me. Excuse me.
- Can you do that again?
- What I just said did?
[journalist] One more time. Yes.
- [camera shutter clicking]
- [journalist] Beautiful!
And one more time.
[soft romantic music playing]
[mayor] I, Mayor of
the Municipality of Campobasso,
with the power vested in me,
in the name of the law,
pronounce you husband and wife.
[applause]
- [journalist] Look right here.
- [camera shutter clicks]
Here, amazing.
Smile for us.
There we go.
Hold still.
There it is.
One more. [chuckles]
[pops]
[mayor] Congratulations!
[applause]
- Sasa'!
- [Sanfilippo] Yeah?
- Check it out. Look who got married.
- All right.
- [chuckles]
- [NCO member 1] Grab that right there.
LAST HEARING
[NCO member 2] This piece of shit.
What do you got?
[NCO members exclaim]
Looks like he did pretty good.
Look at that.
[faint chatter]
- Wow!
- [NCO member 3] It's crazy.
[NCO member 4]
But how beautiful is this chick?
- Beautiful.
- Did she marry this queer or what?
Suppose we'll have to send them
- wedding favors, then.
- Thank you.
[background chatter]
[NCO member 5]
Who's got a marker or something?
[NCO member 4] Why, what for?
[NCO member 5] Oh, you'll see.
"Currently in prison,
Gianni 'the handsome one'"
[background chatter]
"says yes to his teacher."
[faint laughter]
[thuds]
Officer, can you put that in the trash?
Thank you.
We would pray to Him to give thee peace,
for thou hast pity on us
- and toward our most evil plight--
- [court reporter] Court is now in session.
If any lawyers for any civil parties,
or even the prosecutor
would like to respond,
or if there are supporting statements
any defendant would like to add
before we adjourn the courtroom
Your Honor.
Uh, just a moment, Your Honor. Excuse me.
[judge] Yes.
I want to make
one small statement, that's all.
Which is?
I would just like
to say to the Court, "I'm innocent,
- and I pray that all of you are too."
- Are you suicidal?
I absolutely do not recommend it.
It's as if you're questioning
their impartiality
moments before they deliberate on this.
Or like saying, "Hey, judge, convict me."
They would perceive it
as you provoking them.
[sighs] Very well.
Your Honor, my client has rescinded.
The Court will now retire
to the deliberation quarters.
[African Reggae by Nina Hagen playing]
[officer] Your wives have all arrived.
All right, please call us
when you're ready, okay?
- [officer] Of course, sir.
- Thank you.
[African Reggae by Nina Hagen continues]
[Hagen singing in German]
[footsteps approaching]
[in English] So, we'll see
each other tomorrow?
- Yes. Thanks.
- Great job.
- See you.
- Good night.
Thank you.
[African Reggae by Nina Hagen
continues in German]
[in English] Don't you want to eat?
No, I'm not hungry.
Well, if you don't eat,
then neither will I.
For me, I say it's a racket.
[man] Come on, how is it a racket?
The Public Prosecutor asked
for a 13-year sentence.
What are the odds of acquittal?
- But are you sure?
- I'm absolutely sure.
6-to-1.
All right. You got it.
For the acquittal.
Let me get a thousand
on Tortora's acquittal.
- Thousand on the acquittal.
- How about you, do you have
Even with the odds,
you still want to go for the acquittal?
[indistinct chatter]
I'm betting on guilty, for sure.
I'm gonna do 5,000 on the acquittal.
All right, you got it.
- 100-to-1.
- Oh, shit.
- The acquittal's up to 8,000.
- Why don't we make it 10,000?
Acquittal? Yes, acquittal.
That's all.
[court reporter]
This court is now in session.
SEPTEMBER 17, 1985
READING OF THE VERDIC
For the people of Italy,
we, the Court of Naples,
Tenth Criminal Section,
convened in session from September 10th
to September 17th, 1985,
with regards to Articles 478, 479 and 483
of the Code of Criminal Procedure, declare
Melluso, Giovanni,
having examined
the records and trial findings,
the Court finds the defendant
responsible for the charges
with regard to the disputed facts and,
considering the aggravating
circumstances to be valid,
sentences the defendant to three years
and a ten-million-lire fine,
as well as the payment
of the cost of trial.
And who's got that much cash?
Pandico, Giovanni,
having examined
the records and trial findings,
the Court finds the defendant
- Are they sentencing him?
- responsible for the charges
with regard to the disputed facts and,
considering the aggravating
circumstances to be valid,
sentences him to three years imprisonment
as well as the payment
of the cost of trial.
Wow.
Tortora, Enzo Claudio Marcello,
has been found guilty of the crimes
Enzo, don't resign your immunity,
they'll put you back in jail again.
[judge] as well as 416-bis
of the Penal Code
for violation of Article 6,
trafficking of illegal narcotics.
The Court, recognizing the absence
of aggravating circumstances,
and considering the bond of continuation
pursuant to Article 81
of the Code of Criminal Procedure,
will sentence
Tortora, Enzo Claudio Marcello,
to prison with a ten-year term,
a 50-million-lire fine with perpetual
disqualification for public office.
[NCO members cheering loudly over TV]
[loud cheering continues]
Yeah, this is justice, ain't it?
- There it is, this is justice!
- [judge] Order in the court!
[loud cheering over TV]
[phone ringing]
This is not justice!
My father is innocent!
Those judges can go to hell!
It's a disgrace. [sobs]
It's a disgrace!
- Hey, come on, honey, calm down.
- No!
[crying]
[shushes]
This hearing is adjourned.
[tense music playing]
[reporters clamoring]
It went quite badly,
but I expected as much.
I think that here, today,
the state has committed
the most grave judicial error
in the history of our country.
They're very strict.
- [reporter] And the controversies?
- What controversies?
- [reporter] And Tortora?
- I have nothing to say on Tortora.
It's a victory for the Italian people.
It's a victory for our boys
in the Carabinieri,
and the Prosecutor's Office of Naples.
And it's a victory for all honest
and law-abiding citizens of this country.
[Melluso] Very well said, Giovanni.
Now, we expect that someone in this State
will help us out at least.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the comedy is finished.
[tense music continues]
[Silvia sobbing]
[sobbing continues]
[Anna shushes]
Now, let's all raise our glasses,
and make a wonderful toast
to this resounding victory.
Which is also our victory.
- Can we say that?
- [journalists] Cheers!
Let's say it, we won, guys. Come on!
[overlapping chatter]
- Cheers.
- To the truth.
Cheers.
And it's also a victory for us,
humble reporters, as well.
- [journalist 1] Right.
- The truth will always prevail.
Remember that.
Now we've finally got him
out of our hair, at least.
- [journalist 2] Well said.
- [journalist 3] Of course.
Monastery of Santa Chiara ♪
[vocalizing]
My heart is dark, dark ♪
But why, why every evening ♪
I think of Naples as it was ♪
I think of Naples as it is ♪
[singing continues inaudibly]
[African Reggae
by Nina Hagen playing over in German]
END OF EPISODE FIVE
[Hagen in English] I wanna go to Africa
To the black jah rastaman ♪
To the black culture ♪
Heaven I, I and I, what you mean ♪
I will do things
Like my Black friends do it ♪
[Hagen yodeling]
[chorus] I wanna go to Africa ♪
I wanna go to Africa ♪
I wanna go to Africa ♪
[instrumental reggae continues]
[Hagen singing in German]
[instrumental reggae continues]
[Hagen continues in German]
[in English] Stand up! ♪
[song ends]
[soft music playing]