In the Name of the Italian People

"Due to proved infringement of the building code laws nr. 765 and 517..."

"Manzo Odoacre, head of Tiburtense Construction, is sentenced to..."

"18 months detention, a fine of 3,220,000 and trial expenses."

"In addition is required that all the buildings previously listed must be demolished..."

"In the described area and effective immediately."

"In the name of the Italian People the sentence id executed."

We are ready, sir. -Proceed.

Sign here.

Thanks. -Let's go.

Welcome back, Dr. Bonifazi.

We heard you been promoted to judge, congratulations!

Thanks.

Much more work... -Much more of everything.

Morning, sir.

Santenocito Eng. Lorenzo, president of Plast S.P.A, plastic extrusion for construction industry...

Of Prati Clementini and South Pomezia construction...

Of Santenocito Highways, of Lazio Mio Estate...

Of Nostra holding company, of Giannutri insurance...

Vice President of Hotel Society West Sicily and of Torzillo&Santenocito ceramics...

Council member of Lazio clay bricks and asphalt society...

Are you going to the Tor San Lorenzo camping?

You're not the first one I pick up.

You know why I pick you up?

To tell you what I think about you all.

You despise people like me but you get rides in our cars.

You call us exploiters, but you exploit us.

And you're doin it right, cause most tolerate you 'stead of squashing you.

"Camping"?

You know what I would do with your camps? I wouldn't forbid 'em...

I'd surround 'em with high voltage barbed wire.

And fill them with "youngs" like you, under 25 and with your heads shaved.

Hard work 16 hours a day, conscientious objectors... anarchists... Maoists... all spitting blood.

Like us, that fought in the war and now work hard for the country benefit.

How old are you? I bet you say 26 to avoid the camp...

You don't understand and you let me talk for half an hour... get off, dick head!

Fascist! Son of a bitch!

...president of Clean Rome association, administrator of Cooperative Industrial Bank...

Of Fondiaria Cements and Trinacria Estate...

President of Tirrena Multisports...

Mayor of SMIA biodegradable detergents...

Only administrator of SUB stock society, counselor of Cariddi Film...

President of South Central Pharmaceutics...

Look at this, passing right in the curve...

Let's teach him a lesson.

He's Santenocito... you don't teach him no lesson...

Hello, guys!

We fined him 100 times, all canceled...

This one's gonna pay for him too...

The janitor entered the girl's room at 10 a.m.

Miss... Oh God! Oh my God!

After a first inspection, Dr. Brunori was summoned. He extensively examined the corpse...

And stated as follows:

From a first exam we can see bruises and contusions...

She was beaten up.

No trace of medical treatment for the wounds, though significant...

The body and the sheets were set back by myself exactly as they were found...

That is in perfect order, which suggests intervention of a third person.

No, judge... it's not because I "suspecteded" a violent death of Miss Silvana...

That I called the Carabinieri insted of Dr. Silvestri from the second floor.

No? -No sir...

Cause at Dr. Silvestri's they told me he was at the hospital, the hospital told me he was at the clinic...

Yea yea, I got it...

You can't keep track of the doctor these days... like Don Tartaglia's dog...

You run after him and he runs after the quail, that's how it is.

In conclusion, you hadn't "suspecteded"...

That the girl might have died of non natural causes.

At what time she came home the night before?

I ignore that, she usually went straight through the garage.

Straight through the garage...

Yes... little I saw her, little I knew, she lived alone, period.

Lived alone... I know where to put periods, you don't need to tell me.

I was just helping.

Why such a young girl lived alone?

For further details about her, please address the parents... can I go now?

Did the parents see her often?

Very often... -Very rarely...

Often or rarely? -For instance, that day we 'd invited her for dinner...

She said that night she had to see an important person... we ingnore his "entity"...

We hate wasting, so we invited a neighbor, widow Caciotti...

Who paid homage to the supper, then, next morning...

You see, Mr. Magistrate... -The janitor called us and said....

Our baby... -Even though we didn't live together...

The daughterly solicitude of our baby was always unique.

If you'd known her... joy itself...

We called her "Lodoletta"... you see, we have serious financial straits...

My wife, teacher of pick instruments, gets a very small pension...

And she's also diabetic, Mr. Magistrate.

And me... "no bread for the poets"... although I'm a painter...

We don't care... stick to the facts, please.

I'm a faithful and trusty woman! Tell it to that cuckold of my husband!

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Reality is awful, Judge... fantasy is much better.

Our baby quit studying very soon and got into the "big pot".

What? Big pot?

She made good money and took care of us... even mud baths this year.

You just said "big pot"...

What do you mean by "big pot"?

In what sense?

What kind of job she had?

Public relations? -You're asking me?

You gotta know, not me!

She frequented, she received and was received... she "explicated" herself...

Nice environments, nice gentlemen... -Big shots of commerce and industry...

Foreigners, Italians from Milan, few from Rome...

She spoke English... -Big hotels, jet society...

Let's tell him about that boy...

You think they really don't know what kind of job she was doing?

I think they don't.

There's an episode that enlightens our baby's personality...

Shall I tell? -Tell me, tell me...

One year, she became estranged... that's to say she fell in love.

Of a young boy... -A bum! She even wanted to marry him!

So she did quit her "explicating"... no more earnings, no more giving to us...

See what love is capable of?

This "young bum" is by any chance...

Roscioni Sirio? -How do you know?

I already questioned him, he plays basketball and study as radio technician. -And doesn't make a dime.

Yes, yes... go on and don't digress, please.

Yes... deprived of our baby's subsistence, we had some tough time...

In fact one night, driven by hunger, we went to Tito's...

We hoped to make some cash, cause my husband, besides painter, is also a semi-baritone.

They drove us away, cause street musicians are a closed mob in which you cannot enter.

Mom!

Mammy!

My daughter!

I still can see her, Judge...

Whining and crying she said: "Mom, forgive me for the troubles I caused you!"

"It's over between me and Sirio... I left him."

Are you moved, aren't you, Judge?

So, the wretched girl left who was "plotting" to marry her and went back to the "right way".

We had more good times then, I even got a new dental plate.

You thought he was father of a whore without knowing... 'stead he's a son of a bitch and he damn well knows it.

For the last time, tell me what kind of job you got her into!

Excuse me... "got her" is not the right phrase...

It is! -You fairly search concrete facts...

But life is ambiguous... -That's its magic...

Name some of those important "gentlemen".

We weren't into that...

Come on... spit it out...

Who was that guy who recommended her to the Standa department stores?

Yes... Engineer Santo... Santo Antonio...

Yea, and St. Francis too...

The guy who also owns Plast that plastic factory...

Plast? -Yes, yes...

Santenocito! -Yes, that's the right name!

He was kind enough to write a letter of recommendation for her.

It's all I need, you can go now.

Yes, let's go.

Good... -Just go.

Morning, professor... are the results ready?

Calm down, haste is a poor advisor... hi.

Miss Carmen! -Yes, professor?

Tell Mazzetti to get the papers about that dead girl, we got judge Bonifazi here.

How are you? -Fine, thanks... and you?

I'm tired. -Me too. Can you tell me something in advance?

She had nice boobs... let's go check out the results.

How's your constipation? -You gave me boiled prunes, some medicine...

I'm against medicines, you know... I'll tell you how it goes...

Constipation is often an excuse to spend hours inside the bathroom...

Cause it's the place where intimity fights its battle against the social confusion outside.

Man came from shit and there returns, thanks to goddamn progress! Don't you agree?

Yes I do. -Who's imposing industrial civilization? Lenin and Marx? -And Donald Duck...

Mazzetti! How about them results!

Something for you. -What?

Hunting and fishing. -This smells...

Just a bit high... it's a dead bird with a dead fish inside.

Has to do with this case? -Maybe not...

Or maybe yes, who knows...

Killed by the wastes of plastic factory Plast, stock company... bad company....

Own by Eng. Santenocito.

The contractor? -Yes, he managed to build his factory with public money.

And you're trying to get him for pollution... aren't you fixated?

Fixated? I could have eaten that fish... -I wish...

You hate progress cause it poisons citizens, but what do you do about it?

I don't give a damn about citizens, they all wish to become industrialists and poison others.

Haven't you judges realized yet that this Italian people deserve a big nothing?

You go on and defend 'em!

Some deserve... and who doesn't will be punished.

You're saying we don't deserve?

What you gonna do, Robespierre? Cut our heads off?

For doctors just financial punishments, you'll suffer more.

Bad joke... we won't laugh... right, Mazzetti? Put that chicken in the fridge.

Save one leg for the professor.

Here... -Let me see...

You won't understand.

Death is to be set between midnight and 2 a.m....

She didn't die because of the beatings, hits were violent but not deadly.

How did she die then? -Let's see...

Analysis of intestine and kidneys content... -"Alteration of kidney ducts"... what's that?

She died from some opium derived substance. -Drugs?

Why? If she was alive would you prosecute her? What did she do anyway?

Well... she "explicated" herself...

A whore.

Well, yes...

What kind of opiates? -It would take a gaschromatography...

Do it, please. What about the mechanics of the death?

Just one theory...