Il caso Moro

Rome, March 16, 1978. The Parliament is about to elect a new government, with the first time ever participation of the Communist Party too.

The president of the Christian Democracy, Aldo Moro, is the main inspiration behind this new government.

Agnese! Hurry up, I'm leaving.

One moment! Bye mom, I'm going. -Bye everyone.

Bye... don't be late.

Luca... you stay here, ok?

Bye, mom! -Bye.

Luca stays with us, end of discussion!

It's not right... yes, my leg still hurts but he's gotta come back or he'll end up forgetting his own house.

Luca, come to mom... will you stop?

Grandpa!

Luca...

So...

Let's see...

if you remember the tale of the hunter and the pack of wolves.

Which color are the hunter's eyes? -Blue.

Blue...

And what's the color of the wolves? Black...

What's the time?

We still have 50 minutes.

Say hello to Mrs. Moro. -Yes, yes...

Are you coming to dinner tonight? --Who knows... the president il always going somewhere...

I'll call you anyway, bye. --Bye.

Make sure not to get me worried.

Call me when you can. --If something happens you'll hear it from the radio.

And if all goes well you'll know it the ususal way.

Check outside.

All clear.

How did he get the wolves? --He'd put blood on the knife...

The wolf did smell the blood, licked the knife, cut his tongue and bled to death...

2, 3, 4, 5... --How can he read 'em all?

You mean how could he get 'em all to agree...

Listen to the Communists: "This government is a huge step for Italian democracy".

Of course... they're in it this time.

Are you coming to Torrita? --I don't know.... --You have to.

Hi dad. --You're not taking him away I hope.

Don't worry, it's all set... Luca stays with us.

She's leaving him with us some more.

Bye. --I'm staying here with Luca.

Morning, ma'am. --Morning.

Morning, Mr. President. --Morning, Leonardi... take the bags, please. For Easter, then?

I don't know, dad... we'll see.

Dad... maybe I'll come... --Bye.

They cut it with a knife these sons of bitches!

I wanna know why! This one too! How am I going to deliver the flowers now?

The flower guy? --He's probably pissed off now... --Go.

The President's here.

Morning, Mr. President.

Want some coffee? --Not now. --It's here if you want it.

Look out!

Get out quick! You're coming with us! Move!

Come on!

Move!

Go!

What are you doing?? Take those bags, move!

Who's down there? --They look like policemen.

Attention! Unit 16, 11, 18 bis, Siena-Monza, 42, 45, all converge in Mario Fani Street...

President Moro has been kidnapped and all the men of the escort have been killed. Look for a blue FIAT 132 with armed men inside.

Be strong, ma'am... your husband's got to be alive.

Any news from Unit 11...

Looks like only one man survived, no traces of the kidnappers... set road blocks.

We made it!

Don't let anyone through, get the barriers out of the truck, move!

They acted with extreme precision...

They'd disconnected the stop light so that when they did brake your husband's car would have hit them.

He's gotta be wounded. --Not sure about that...

Some witness said he walked away with the kidnappers.

My husband had important papers with him, in 3 bags... have you recovered them?

We're pretty sure the kidnappers took the bags.

You shouldn't be so sure...

I don't understand... --Listen... I was a nurse...

I know how much it takes for blood to coagulate.

If all the 3 bags would have been taken at the same time...

there would be blood in that clean spot. One bag was taken in a second time.

According to the witnesses, those papers are in possession of the Red Brigades now.

Red Brigades? Are you sure? There's witnesses for that too?

Did it hurt?

It's from earlier... I might have some broken ribs.

Sorry, that wasn't planned.

Lean on me, Mr. President.

The men who were with me... are they all dead?

You're here to answer, not to ask.

Who are you? --Revolutionary communists... the Red brigades.

You know us, don't you? --Yes... the armed party.

Please... have a seat.

So...

you decided to kill me? --Nonsense...

You're showing me your faces...

You think Fidel Castro wore a mask when he charged the Moncada fortress?

This is a war, Mr. President.

There comes a time when revolutionaries stop caring about conformist justice... identikits, lineups, witnesses...

With you here, in the people's prison, all has begun.

The attack to the heart of the state. Come on.

Change your clothes... you got blood on you. --Yes...

Take off your watch and shoes.

Good morning. --Morning...

Where's the president? --He's not feeling good, minister... come with me.

Francesco... --Yes?

Any news? --No.

What shall we do then?

What is wrong? --Nothing... I'm fine...

Giulio... what are we doing here?

They're talking about everything except Moro... some even proposed a bounty on the terrorists...

but for us the most important thing must be Moro's life!

Let's stay calm! The whole country is looking at our party like never before...

But Moro's life is at stake! --Zaccagnini...

the whole government is at stake.

All the work he did to put this majority together is at stake.

Berlinguer and Pecchioli will be here shortly...

and they won't negotiate with the RB.

We won't let the communists appear as the only guarantors of the state.

The RB wanna bring down the whole country, this has got to be clear to everyone.

They wanna keep us out of the majority.

They'll surely ask for the release of their comrades from prison... we won't negotiate.

Let's go... they're waiting.

What have you decided?

Andreotti must get a vote of confidence from the parliament.

No special laws, the already existing are enough... if they're applied.

The searches and road blocks are still going on in the Monte Mario area...

The army joined the police in the search for Moro.

The decision has been taken by the minister of internal affairs along with the minister of defense.

Huge participation to the rallies organized by the unions.

...in all forms of democratic life! Cause men gotta stick together in these times!

We gotta be unite in this fight!

A bunch of terrorists cannot overcome 56,000,000 conscious citizens! It cannot be!

No party has objected the decision....

They're creating an atmosphere like the whole country is in danger.

The streets roamed by the Christian Democracy... who would ever imagined that Italians cared so much for him.

...with a large majority the trust has been voted... 515 votes in favor, 30 opposing...

They've put up a government in 5 minutes... the "mass of fear".

If they order a press blackout? --Even better... they'd expose themselves...

and people will no longer believe press is actually free.

...and after the vote, the president of the council Giulio Andreotti made a statement...

Because of the simultaneity with the establishment of the new government...

...this criminal deed has got a whole particular meaning.

We oughta tell you a word of firmness and calm at the same time.

MONTALCINI STREET MARCH 18, 1978

Stand up. Did you hear me? Stand up.

We gotta take a picture.

Is it absolutely necessary? --Yes.

We have to show you're alive.

I been wondering... why me?

Why?

Cause you're the main man in the regime...

...in the "state party".

The Christian Democracy can't do without you... the other parties can't do without the CD...

so the state will have to pay a price to have you back... a high price.

I'm afraid you're overrating me.

I'm not really the undisputed chief of CD.

Yes, I'm into it... I played my games, winning and losing... mostly losing...

This game has just started.

Of course...

Maybe the question to be asked is a different one...

What can we do...

let's say together, to avoid destroying things essential to both.

Are you willing to give us some advice? Be careful... we might take it. Up.

Thanks...

I remind you my request for a bible. --Tonight you'll have it.

Sorry but we forgot to get a necktie.

Ready? Face to me... --Yes...

Stay in the middle...

It's ready at last! --Just gotta put the plates back on.

The others are not here yet?

Those two never follow rules. --When it's gonna be the next meeting? --Don't know... we gotta stay alert.

The committee suspended the weekly meetings.

This is statement No. 1... --Here they are!

You printed too many of these...

No... they're going to all cities, simultaneously.

Here's the plates. --Alright.

Always late... --You want us to get caught speeding?

What was in the bags? --Almost nothing... papers, medicines, a thing to take blood pressure...

You lost your hat that day... --I was too busy to pick it up.

We bought that hat in a shop... these mistakes are dangerous.

How's our friend doing?

Maurizio says he's calm... very calm.

He's not like we thought... he's not afraid. --What shall we do then?

Here's the first statement and the picture to be delivered to the press.

It's perfect.

Let's see what they'll do now.

Yes?

We're the Red Brigades. There's a message in the underpass of Largo Argentina.

Tullio!

That one!

On top of the photo machine...

...you'll find statement No. 1 and a picture of Aldo Moro.

"Let it be clear that with the capture of Aldo Moro and the consequent trial in the people's court, the match is not over."

"We're setting a password, according to which, the whole movement of offensive resistance..."

Gentlemen! Honorable Cossiga!

Here's the photo of Moro.

Are you sure it's not a fake? --The experts said it's good.

We were reading the RB statement, listen to this...

"We intend to mobilize the most vast and unitary armed effort for the further growth of the class war for communism."

I think it may be the subversive action of some foreign secret service.

How about our countermeasures?

The border with Yugoslavia is under control and all the ships leaving Civitavecchia are being checked.

We increased phones controls and preventive arrests... all measures will have to pass through parliament.

Minister... we know some papers Moro had with him are in the hands of the terrorists. We don't know what those papers were about though.

We better discuss it with our allies.

We're already in contact with German and British offices... I asked the Americans for help myself.

Yes, it's me... alright. Excuse me.