Year of the Gun

Welcome back to Rome.

That was serious.

It's getting more serious every day.

I want to buy you a plate of pasta and a bottle of wine.

Oh, no, love to, but I'm heading straight to Lia's.

Lia? She's back in Milano.

No, no, I talked to her on Monday.

Ah, don't worry. We'll eat.

I'll explain Italian and heritage procedures.

I can't believe that's not settled yet.

Her father died over two years ago.

It's Italy, my friend.

All things progress at a stately pace.

Yeah, except for your revolution.

It's not my revolution.

The Red Brigades are not a national Liberation Army.

They're just a bunch of pissed off college

kids on a murderous tantrum.

You people, have indulged them to such a point--

People-- no, no, no.

--that they're under the misconception--

No.

I'd like to see them strung up by their trigger fingers.

Yes, but only because they've gotten out of control.

You've got this little worm of admiration eating away

because you realize, however regrettable their methods are,

they're actually trying to do something.

You're like every Italian intellectual I've ever met,

dizzy with ambivalence.

For you people, life is so simple.

If it's pink, nuke it.

Damn right.

We're a very forthright, upfront society--

very pure.

Very pure.

To purity.

Bomb?

Yes.

Where?

It's not far.

Ah, my students.

They know they're not going to be jobs for them

when they graduate.

They're right to despise the government and it's bankruptcy.

It's so weak it now embraces the Communist Party.

And the party is so flattered to be asked to the dance,

it presents its backside like a bitch in heat.

Such a fuss.

Well, here's to farce.

How you say, nuke them all?

I'm glad you're back.

Listen, Lia won't be back until Monday.

Why don't you come climbing with me this weekend?

I'll give it my soberest consideration.

Good.

I'll pick you up Friday, about 4:00.

Get some sleep, huh?

Ciao, bello.

De Gaurdigan's

infiltration and domino effect of a single mistake.

Each Red Brigade column was comprised

of units that could be sealed off like chambers

of a leaking ship.

It was essential to the Red Brigade movement,

that they infiltrate universities,

not only at the student level, but key faculty

members as well.

One of their main targets was the extremely

popular left-wing English professor--

what do I call him, what do I--

why not?

I call him Italo Bianchi.

Italo, you're going to love it.

Morning, senor Bernier.

Can you find this young man a desk?

Why?

Because this one happens to be mine.

So you want your old job back, hmm?

You took off at an inconvenient time for me.

Do you know that?

You want to come back now, you, uh--

have to take a cut, 20%.

Oh, for Christ's sake, Bernier.

You got working papers and a permit?

You know there's no legal work for aliens.

Look, I'm not after blood.

I'll just dock you 10%, OK?

It looks like we just made it.

Salud.

Come on.

Follow me.

If you don't like the weather in this country,

just wait 10 minutes.

I love this fucking crazy country.

So far this year, it has experienced over 400 acts

of political violence, 88 people murdered, 164 knee-cappings,

45 kidnappings.

Did you know that kid who was snatched yesterday, Gagliani?

He's in one of my classes, yes.

I heard he was a Red Brigade's groupie

and that the whole thing was a setup to get

money out of his parents.

Does that surprise you?

What surprises me is that there's

people like the Gaglianis still around to get

themselves kidnapped.

Most of those flamboyantly rich Italian families

have fled to Paris, to New York, or Switzerland,

for the duration.

You sure Lia is coming home Monday.

That's what she said.

I thought there was practically nothing

left of her father's estate?

No, not after taxes.

Look, You're her cousin.

You know her better than anyone.

There's a chance, just a chance, I may maybe

getting some money next year.

If that happens, I want to take Lia and Marco away with me, out

of that bad situation.

Lucio will never given permission to take

his son out of the country.

Maybe the divorce judge will.

Yeah, no.

No Italian judge is going to go against the father's wishes

in a case like this.

Did Lia drive to Milano or fly?

Mr. President, was it really the Red Brigades--

the Gagliani boy?

Piero Gagliani was shot in the back of the head.

It was a criminal action.

But why was he shot?

Was he involved?

Certainly not.

He was held for ransom and killed for convenience.

We are dealing with criminals.

Mr. President, one more question, please?

Was your--

David?

David.

You're back.

Look.

No, no, first a bath, then dinner, then bed,

presents tomorrow.

No, no, let me get down.

Let me get down.

Oh, look, I was at the airport when Aldo

Moro gave his press conference.

Did you see me on TV?

Wasn't even watching.

Now, would you like to tell me how you got in here past Lena,

and what you've done with her?

I thought you were going to get rid of Lena?

Yes, but she's good to Marco and Lucio pays her.

She's his spy.

I know.

So, how did you get past her?

Well--

Well--

Italo came by, said he'd had a call from you saying

you wouldn't be in until after midnight,

and would he please take the extra ticket

that he had to the opera and make sure Lena got there.

So he hustled her out and managed to leave

the door off the latch for me.

Lena won't be back till after 11:00.

Italo, I do adore him.

Come to bed.

Stay away from her.

This is just a warning.

Stay away.

He's a pig.

If it weren't for Marco--

God I'm so sick of it all--

his brutal arrogance, his filthy Lena.

I fired her.

She marked you for them.