Povero Cristo

I saw that thing again this morning. -Was it still?

It shined like a star. -Was it still?

A flying saucer. -Was it still?

I don't want to see it anymore, I don't want to see that thing again.

Giorgio.

I knew you weren't cut out for this job, kid.

You'd better leave it alone, I feel sorry for your mother.

I feel sorry for you, too, but I did try.

I took you on because we're fellowcountry men.

But this work isn't for you.

Take it.

I feel sorry for your mother, I'll tell you again.

My mother.

My mother and I, you know everything about us.

Why don't you ever talk to me about my father?

Forget it.

My father...

Mother, he paid me. -What will you do now?

I'm not cut out for this work...

For this city, for this coldness.

I'm hungry for the hunger we had in the village, mother.

I remember the hunger very well...

But hunger isn't nice.

What will you do now? -I'll invent a job.

You don't invent a job. -I'll invent a job.

I'm getting married on Sunday, you'll be there, won't you?

Your cousin's getting married. It will be a great party...

Like in the village. -The parties in the village weren't nice.

Everyone will be there, you as well.

I don't want to see anyone, they'll laugh at your marriage.

They'll laugh, they'll cry, they'll drink, they'll look for the sun in the bottles.

In the glasses.

We should've stayed on our land.

His smell disgusted me, the smell of old misery.

There's no smell here, nothing.

It doesn't even disgust me.

Sunday...

Our people for your marriage, cousin.

All of our people, all of them.

What will you do now?

How much, sir? -It's not for sale, sir.

It's not for sale because you don't fish like this anymore.

Why the hell aren't you at work, Giorgio?

I left, because it didn't suit me. -And now?

What are you going to do? Your mother, you...

In a city like this, how do you think you'll survive?

I don't know.

I don't know. -You didn't like that job.

We're fellowcountry men, I want to help you.

You can work for me, it's tough but you'll make do.

For your mother, it's very fresh.

Are you thinking of something?

Help me, Pelotta, I want to be a detective.

A detective, I've decided. -Go ahead...

But where do I fit in? -I'm serious.

All I can do is give you my basement near here.

I haven't used it for a while.

But if you need it? Take it.

A detective needs an office.

Or have you changed your mind?

I'll be a detective, thank you.

I want to put an advert in the newspaper.

I was first. -Sure, and after her...

It's my turn.

I want to put an advert in the newspaper.

Cavero... Giorgio Cavero?

Is this you, Giorgio Cavero?

It's me, it really is me.

Good, come to the police station. -Police station?

Inspector Petra wants to talk to you.

Don't worry, it's nothing serious.

The usual formalities.

Well, Mr. Basta? -Is that all?

There have been two attacks in the last few days.

What do they have to do with me?

Someone's been starting fires in certain places...

We know about your political beliefs.

Lucky you, I don't even know them myself.

Look, look at the fire...

The fire is an idea, better, an ideology...

Something pure, uncontaminated.

From the caves to today, to tomorrow...

Fire can be a real ideological choice...

Not imposed.

Fire.

Mr. Basta, you can go.

Shall we put him under surveillance? -There's no need.

He has political protection, we'd end up being watched ourselves.

Let him do what he wants, while he can...

But things will change, then we'll get him.

People like him have friends until they get their hands dirty with their attacks...

And risk their lives. Then someone throws them out to sea.

They throw them at us. What is it?

That guy, the one from the advert.

Bring him in, hurry.

Surname and name?

Giorgio Cavero. -Surname and name?

Cavero, Giorgio. -Age?

Thirty three years. -Age?

Almost thirty three. -Profession?

I don't know. -It says detective, here.

Private investigator. -Yes!

It's true. -It's false.

In order to be a private investigator...

...you need a police license.

This license has never been issued.

I didn't know, what do I have to do to get it?

Nothing.

Stop poking around in police business...

Above all, in delicate moments like this.

All I want to do... -You'll never get the license.

And if you're an investigator without a license...

You'll be in trouble, serious trouble.

You have the word of inspector Petra.

What do I have to do? -Go to hell.

Inspector! -Go back to the hole you came from.

In the land that spat you out.

Don't let me see you around, hide yourself, it's better.

Hide? -Hide yourself.

And stay as you are, a good for nothing.

Cavero, Giorgio.

Giorgio Cavero? Detective?

Who are you?

I want one thing from you; proof.

100,000 for this, Giorgio Cavero.

You and I will meet again in two months.

Two months, exactly.

Same day, same time.

And I will give you 100,000.

If you give me the proof...

Real proof of the existence of Jesus Christ.

The real proof of the existence of Jesus Christ.

Have you understood what I'm asking?

I'll give you an advance for this.

You must search, investigate...

Ask, find.

Use every means.

Dig anywhere, anywhere you believe.

Don't be afraid to do harm, never be afraid.

Know that this proof really exists.

Otherwise I won't be prepared to pay.

You must succeed.

You must find this proof and give it to me.

Two months, and the 100,000 is yours.

Two months, remember that...

I'll be waiting here for you in two months.

Two months, exactly.

Same day, same time.

Look, mother, we're rich.

With this money we can... -Throw it away, Giorgio.

It's cursed.

Mother, I... -I'm getting married on Sunday.

You're Mara, right?

Don't you remember me? Giorgio, Giorgio.

You've grown.

We've both grown since we left the village.

Listen, Mara... -Drink, Giorgio, come on.

Some wine?

Do you want some, Mara?

What do you do now? I'm a detective.

This wine is disgusting, have you tried it?

No. -You're right, Pelotta.

And bad wine makes a bad party.

We need our wine, from the village.

It's a word, a word.

Why don't you want to talk to me?

When we were kids... -Giorgio.

What is it, mother? -The guests say the wine is bad.

What can I do?

You had some bottles with you when you arrived.

Bottles? -Which bottles?

You had them, our wine...

From our land, fetch them Giorgio.

You're mistaken, mother.

If you have them, let's see them.

Mother, I came with nothing. -You had some bottles.

Look under the table. -Why don't you?

Why do you want to ruin my party? -Cut it out.

I tell you I didn't bring anything.

If it really means a lot to you, then look.

These...

These bottles? -These, yes.

You could've opened them earlier.

Do you believe me? I've never seen those bottles before.

Cheers. -Thanks.

Are you in some kind of trouble? -I don't know.

At first I thought it was luck. -It always seems that way.

Do you feel like talking about it? -Sooner or later I'll have to.

Someone has to help me understand.

I have friends who will listen to you.

...he gave me the money, and left.

Don't you believe me? -Why should we believe you?

Why shouldn't we believe you?

They ran away from home precisely because they don't know what to believe anymore.

Why did you bring him here?

Is he going to fight for our cause as well Pelotta?

It's the community that must decide...

That means us. -What do you think?

It's not a bad idea, for the rest...

Look, I didn't ask for anything, I'm not looking for friends.