1992 (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - Episode #1.8 - full transcript
- No one will hear us.
- Be quiet.
Pull down your panties.
SEPTEMBER 23rd
Go.
Go now, they'll ruin me!
- I can come back when you like, sir.
- Good morning!
- Bye.
- Goodbye.
Basso!
Good morning.
Are you and Veronica free
next weekend?
A friend has invited me sailing,
but I get bored on my own!
I don't know, I'll find out
then let you know.
You're a sailor,
don't you miss the sea?
All right.
Basso!
Good morning.
Well, am I late?
Testing, one, two, three.
You know what Goethe said
before dying?
"More light."
Good evening.
Good evening, ladies.
The magazine "Noi"...
is set to become the nation's
favorite weekly,
especially for the nations' women.
I wanted the cover
of the first issue to be a mirror...
- Will they buy this magazine?
- Let's hope so.
Italians need to rekindle
their enthusiasm!
Look at yourselves in that mirror
and smile!
Yes, that's great!
Smile.
Times are hard, I know,
but if the "company of Italy"
was entrusted to a businessman
capable of successfully managing
his own enterprise...
He's brilliant, dammit!
In 5 years it could be great again!
Really great!
Congratulations!
Excuse me.
Raffaella Grandi, congratulations.
You're the new manager
of the Mainaghi group.
Who are you?
- What's going on?
- You've replaced Corbi.
You should've known that one day
the police would pay you a visit.
Now you're the new scapegoat.
I'm no such thing.
I've worked for Mainaghi
for twenty years
and he's never asked me
to do anything illegal.
Maybe because until now you've
not dealt with Zenit pharmaceuticals.
I don't know what you mean.
They distributed contaminated blood.
- You're sure you know nothing?
- Let me go!
You seem like a decent person.
You don't have to believe me,
check for yourself.
The plasma you used
for the blood products.
You can do it.
It won't cost you anything.
I blame it on Heather Parisi
and her first TV program.
That inspired me.
I used to steal my mum's shoes
and raise my leg like Parisi did.
You're good!
Know how Parisi got her first job?
By dancing on the desk
of one of Rai's managers.
As long as it's on the desk...
Listen, Veronica, you'll be presenting
a game show now.
But if you were to play a game, where
would you see yourself in five years?
Oh, God, in five years...
- How scary, I'll be thirty.
- There, you see?
- I officially hate you now!
- Sorry.
Don't worry,
that was Cuccarini's answer too.
They all pass through here,
before becoming famous.
Carlucci, Parietti, Simona Tagli...
I baptized them all.
- I know, I read all your interviews.
- Good girl.
So you'll know there's a question
you can't avoid.
Do you have a boyfriend?
No, I'm single.
"Berlusconi's going against the tide,
too much pessimism", front page.
"Italy, so many internal enemies.
Berlusconi accuses catastrophists,
along with businessmen,
who hide their mistakes,
while Fininvest's president
is optimistic about recovery."
- Did you see the cartoon?
- No.
It's brilliant, Amato is saying:
"If my painful maneuver fails,
I'm leaving.
Let's see if there's someone
optimistic enough
to bravely lead a government
that sheds no tears or blood."
And behind him you see Berlusconi,
with the Fininvest logo
and the caption: "Why not?"
Tears and blood for them,
optimism and smiles for us.
Optimism is good for business.
I'll leave you to work, goodbye.
- Why can't we be honest?
- Meaning?
Berlusconi wants to enter
the world of politics.
Berlusconi?
"TV Sorrisi e Canzoni" mentions
his wedding to Veronica Lario,
but there's a strange survey inside.
Here: "If Silvio Berlusconi
founded a national League
that proposed to run the country
in a better way,
more than one out of two Italians
would support him." It was 1990.
So Berlusconi's wanted to become
a politician since 1990?
Maybe he's not sure yet,
but he's thinking about it.
- He's attended conventions all year.
- That's normal.
It would be if he talked about
the product, instead of his country.
A country that's without a leader
and I'm paying you to find out
who the hell that will be.
I reckon it'll be Martinazzoli.
Forlani is ruined, Martinazzoli
will be the next party secretary.
Try to meet him.
But this time stay at home, Notte.
No more bloody nonsense.
And no more bloody whores.
We'll die as Christian Democrats.
You know what kept us going
in the Gulf War? Cocaine!
With a yacht like this,
you'll know about cocaine, right?
A friend of mine was intercepting
the Iraqis' calls in the Gulf.
One day he intercepted a call
between a Colombian and an Arab.
So he reported it.
He said that two days later
there'd be a cocaine deal.
You know what the commander said?
That my team had to go there
to steal the cocaine and the money.
He gave the order, then what?
We went there.
Everything went smoothly.
We disarmed them,
we were returning with the goods...
when a shot was fired from a window.
It was a hitman, or someone
on the lookout, fuck knows.
We returned fire immediately,
but Russo was already down.
He was one of us.
We took him back,
but he died soon after.
I'm sorry.
At the military tribunal we had to say
that it had been Russo's idea.
The commander forced us to,
we had no choice.
But at the hearing, I shamed him.
I said that he'd given the order.
That I didn't do that shit.
They made you pay for that.
Dishonorable discharge.
It was my word against that
of the others.
- You did the right thing, well done.
- The right thing?
He was kicked out,
his friend's family got nothing...
The right thing depends
on the situation.
No.
Our friend Bosco here
acted like a man.
Shit, I like your friend.
- What do you do?
- I'm a businessman.
Didn't Gaetano tell you?
I produce arms.
- Arms?
- Yes.
Excuse me... How's it going?
Well... Arnaldi, you don't need
to feel offended.
We've guzzled enough,
it's time to cut back now.
Don't worry, attorney,
soon it'll be harvest time.
Goodbye.
NLC Arms.
Shit!
The Defense Committee is meeting
to reduce military expenditure,
and funnily enough, your friend
Locetra would lose his arms contract.
What a coincidence.
You didn't know how to thank me
for helping Veronica, right?
Well now you do.
Goodbye.
- Come on, let's go!
- What's going on?
Let's go.
- Tell me what's happened.
- Do you trust me?
Yes.
Let's go.
They've created an awful tension.
Craxi visits the Brescia cemetery
where Moroni's body is laid out.
After paying homage to the coffin...
- I wasn't sure you'd come.
- Neither was I.
- What else do you want?
- Have you read it?
Have you? The last two words say:
"No culprits."
Those who caught HIV don't agree.
They're all cases from before 1985,
before HIV testing of plasma existed.
The tests for Hepatitis C
have only been around for three years.
Of course.
That's the official version.
Listen, I feel bad for those people,
but I can't help them.
- As you've nothing else to say...
- I'm one of those people.
I've got HIV.
I contracted it with blood from Zenit.
About a year ago.
All right.
I'll check.
- Sir, did you want to see me?
- Venturi!
Get me the Milan-Serravalle
highway files.
Wait, take these others down.
Who's going to meet Martelli,
you or all of us?
It's best you go alone,
I'm no good at secret meetings.
So you're meeting the minister, sir?
Maybe he'll give us Craxi
then take his place.
- Mum's the word, got it?
- Of course.
Call Fenati.
I don't know why we play along
with your farces.
Someone here is talking, believe me.
They're spying on us too.
So now, what do we say to Fenati?
Silvio, I wanted to ask you,
you're a successful man all round,
you're an inspirational speaker,
ever thought of being a politician?
No? Who shouted that?
I have certainly never dreamed of
working for any of the political
parties we know of, not ever.
But you might consider it,
maybe in the future...
Everyone should stick
with what they're good at.
Allow me to use alliteration,
I consider myself a do-er
so let me do the job I'm good at:
I'm a businessman.
You're a person who...
What's going on?
Why are you in Milan?
I'm doing a seminar.
- I thought you read leftist mags.
- It's my neighbor's.
Go to page 36.
Page 36, further ahead!
Shit!
"One hundred girls from
'Non è la Rai'.
Viola is 14, she likes shopping,
Kurt Cobain and guys with tattoos."
There's even a ballot to send off
with your favorite girl.
Why are you using this tone?
- Because it's your fault.
- My fault?
She spent six months with you
and I no longer recognize her.
Maybe it's you who raised her
surrounded by sadness.
Viola said
you never let her do anything.
But she was doing well at school,
she did fencing, read Dostoevsky.
Yesterday I found a note from
one of her male classmates that said:
"LUV U 2."
She's a minor, they have
to ask your permission, say no!
You know I'm not that kind of parent.
Viola shouldn't go on TV
because it's humiliating.
- Not because I say no.
- Of course, so?
- You caused this, you deal with it.
- Me?
I'm sorry, I don't have time.
At first I was considering a Porsche.
But a guy I know has one
and I don't want to be
the same as him.
Then... I was enlightened.
BMW 850.
A classic car,
with a fantastic engine, a V12,
5000 cc, 300 hp.
It's a comfortable, executive car
that races like a missile.
144 million liras.
Is your information worth it?
Our dear Minister of Justice
will have a secret meeting
with Di Pietro,
to screw over Craxi.
Well?
Is it a deal?
Other HIV sufferers contacted me,
they contracted it with transfusions.
They read the article and want to
send a petition to the authorities.
They said that Clean Hands
has restored their faith in justice.
- Will you go back to your job?
- It's unlikely.
Won't you tell me what happened?
I have to go, I'm interviewing
Moroni 's daughter, what a crappy job!
- Bye, Giuliani.
- Bye.
- Giuliani?
- Luca.
It's Raffaella Grandi, come to Zenit
tomorrow, I've got news.
Good morning.
I'm here to see Raffaella Grandi.
I found the files relating to
the purchase of the plasma.
I was told they didn't exist.
I pressed management for
information and they listened.
Management?
You wanted answers...
Leave us alone, please.
- You look surprised.
- This seems like an ambush.
Like the one you set for my brother?
By the way,
thanks for getting me fired.
What did you expect?
- Sit down.
- No, thanks, I'll stand.
What is it?
- Proof you understood jack shit.
- About you?
I already knew that.
You wanted an enemy...
shame you got the wrong person.
Lemures?
Who the hell are they?
The company who sold us the blood
and told us they'd checked it.
Read it, it's all written there.
Yes, it also says
the company's based in Barbados.
It's easy to blame them.
Maybe they don't even exist.
They do, we launched a lawsuit
against them three years ago.
This is the letter from their lawyers.
Do you see what happened, Luca?
My father started a lawsuit
against those who sold him the blood.
He didn't know that the blood
was contaminated, he was innocent.
You did all this for nothing.
You chose the wrong enemy, Luca.
Three months ago you were a stoner
now you look like Sally Spectra.
You become what you do.
It's your fault.
I've been blamed
for too many things recently.
Why? What else have you done?
My daughter.
After spending some time with me
she's become a TV showgirl.
- You have a daughter?
- Never mind.
Everything I touch turns to shit.
Are you calling me shit?
Metaphorically speaking.
Anyway, you've not touched me yet.
What are you doing?
Are you teasing me?
You saved me, Leo.
I spent my life waiting for
someone to save me
and help me understand
what I should do.
Maybe you see people's secret
potential and make it blossom.
Basically, you're a kind of fertilizer.
Now you're calling me shit!
- Hello?
- The Christian Democrats are ruined!
- Let's find new men.
- Where?
Northern League.
I don't know, they seem too uncouth
to govern Italy.
Notte, I sense you are about
to ask me something.
Can I arrange a meeting
with Formentini?
If you have time to waste...
Be quiet!
The CD has met to consider
the resignation request
made by secretary Forlani.
Up yours, Christian Democrats!
Go home, goddammit!
Do you miss your job?
There's a long list of things
that I miss...
You don't usually
feel sorry for yourself.
It's not every day that you realize
you've got it all wrong.
I just wanted to get revenge.
Now I don't even know who to blame.
Actually, I do know,
it's a company in Barbados!
There's nothing I can do about it.
The Italian justice system
doesn't allow you to investigate.
If there's nothing you can do,
don't beat yourself up about it.
The Jackie '0 club
will put up a sign saying:
"Northern League members not allowed."
Salvetti was the first to run
when the bouncers arrived!
To touch his ass, how gross!
Holy shit! How embarrassing!
I know him,
isn't he a Christian Democrat?
I saw him talking to you
the other day.
He lives in the flat above mine.
Well, yes!
I'm really happy
you're one of us now.
My instincts were right,
weren't they?
- Goodnight, Borto.
- Wait!
- Wait for what?
- Wait, what's the hurry?
We never see each other.
Yes, we do.
I know, but not like this,
just the two of us.
I know why you were
at the faggot beach that day.
I'm not dumb.
- Look, I don't...
- Don't worry, I won't tell anyone.
You like taking it up the ass?
That's your damn problem.
I've got other tastes.
Don't ever touch me again
or I'll hurt you.
Understood?
Yes.
- Are you fit to drive?
- Yes.
See you in Parliament tomorrow.
SEPTEMBER 29th
Mantua was a success, Of course.
But in a few months it's Milan,
then Rome, for the elections.
Northern League.
Who south of Florence would vote
for a party with that name?
We don't care about what's
south of Florence.
When it started out, Coca-Cola
was an anti-fatigue tonic.
It was sold at the chemist's.
By mistake someone added
sparkling, not still water to it.
The rest is history,
it just needed bubbles.
You're saying we should add
bubbles to the Northern League?
A bit of restyling could make
your niche product a mainstream one.
Mainstream?
You Berlusconi guys are all the same!
You know what they call you?
"The army of plastic men."
You're only good at selling.
But that's not what we need.
You need a leader.
Bossi is good, but he's only relevant
to a part of Italy.
Who do you propose? II Cavaliere?
He's from Lombardy like you,
but all Italians like him.
I'm going.
- I know the way out.
- Well, think about it!
About what?
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
Is it a bad time?
Well?
Did you think about that offer?
It's a no-go.
Locetra's arms suck.
The Northern League just wants
to cut military expenditure.
The Northern League!
I don't do this Christian Democrat
bullshit.
You've learnt to be a team member,
that's a shame.
For Veronica, I mean.
That girl is giving it her all...
This isn't about Veronica.
It's about me and you, Pietro.
You were a wreck,
I did you a favor
which boosted your morale.
You asked me what you could do
in return.
But obviously your moral doubts
only arise when it's your turn to help.
- What the hell are you saying?
- That I can make another call.
I seem to have forgotten my manners,
do forgive me.
Shall we call Balzamo in?
His name's been mentioned by
Zamorani, Rovelli,
but we'll need time to verify
the facts.
Let's call him in as a witness
and put some pressure on him.
Sir, Minister Martelli is on the phone.
I'll put him through.
Minister Martelli.
I'm sorry.
I have no idea
who spread that rumor.
What secret meeting?
Of course not!
All right.
So it's Venturi.
- You're leaving already?
- Today's not a good day.
What's up? Did the Beast bite you?
The Minister of Justice called,
he's furious.
With Di Pietro?
Someone leaked news about them
meeting in order to get rid of Craxi.
- Do they know who that was?
- No.
But the Minister
was enraged with him!
So this meeting never happened?
Of course not!
- Hi.
- I'm pleased that you came.
- Why are you here?
- I was in Rome for work.
Your mother is furious.
I've come to take you home.
I thought you'd be happy at least.
Didn't you say that studying
was of no use?
- I said it after I got my degree.
- In Philosophy.
- Yes.
- It's a miracle you've got a job.
Miracles don't happen.
What a drag, dad!
You've always preached about freedom!
Was that just your freedom?
Viola, you're not doing this stuff,
end of story.
Go and get changed.
Listen...
this "stuff", as you call it,
is what I've always loved.
I was just embarrassed to say it.
It's not your fault,
it's thanks to you.
I've realized I was born to do this.
I've always had it inside me,
but I just didn't see it.
You were born to be a TV showgirl?
Viola...
- Girls, we're on in 30 seconds.
- I have to go.
Wish me luck at least.
Viola, hurry up!
- Here I am, sorry.
- ls that your father?
Why the hell are you here?
- I'm looking for Venturi.
- So are we.
Did you know him well?
I thought so.
We've found lots of copies
of our documents here.
I just know he always needed money.
Shut that goddamn bird up, please!
How do I know you and Venturi
aren't working together?
You've fired me,
now you'll arrest me?
Come on, you shouldn't be here,
we're doing a search, go!
Go to headquarters tomorrow
and give Davigo a statement, okay?
- Gambling debts, right?
- So he said.
Venturi went undercover in Bologna
years ago, did you know?
No.
He's not lost the habit of playing
on several tables at the same time.
Shame, he was really nice.
And what were you playing at,
Pastore?
The stunt you pulled in Switzerland
could've landed us all in trouble.
If I'd got there a few hours earlier
it'd be a different story.
And if I'd listened to the CIA,
maybe they'd have taken me to Larini.
Didn't you hear?
American subjects
said they would be willing
to get him from the Bahamas
and bring him to us.
- A great trap, right?
- What if it were true?
You'd have Craxi by now.
We don't take short-cuts.
We are the law, remember that.
And we'll get Craxi all the same.
You know who Di Pietro is questioning
next door?
Vincenzo Balzamo.
Socialist Party treasurer.
We've come up with a theory
about his method.
The bank managers
take the kickbacks,
transfer the money
to the account holders
then give it to the Socialist Party,
without them knowing.
We don't have any proof,
but Balzamo doesn't know yet.
And he may decide to talk.
You can go, Pastore.
- Good day to you.
- Thanks.
Luca!
Bye, Giuliani.
L-Hi.
So the blood from Lemures...
are they to blame?
Yes.
- Does this company actually exist?
- I asked myself the same thing.
But evidently they do,
there's a lawsuit.
Well, so much for that.
My first big investigation
has come to a halt.
Shit, it's Balzamo! Bye.
I can't...
I can't talk!
It's confidential, I can't.
- Sir, please!
- Why isn't this lift working?
So that we can ask you
some questions.
The Socialist party's dying, Craxi
and Martelli are at war, and you?
Nonsense!
They're like husband and wife.
They're pretending.
Who are you?
I work for Di Pietro's team.
What do you need?
They have the same lawyer.
You know why?
They're just pretending to fight.
Zenit and Lemures are the same thing.
I've done some research too,
I have important news for you.
All right.
We're voting for the approval
of the NLC grenade order.
Who's in favor?
In favor: 13. Against: 11.
Approved.
- Good evening, Mr. Bosco?
- Yes.
Goodbye.
FOR YOUR FRIENDSHIP, NLC
You know what Formentini says?
That you're an army of plastic men.
An army? Cool.
Dell'Utri made us read
"The Art of War."
Really?
He gets everyone to read that!
- Shit.
- What?
Why look outside for new men?
The future is here.
NEXT TIME
You won't miss out on anything.
You give me the money
and I'll give you the proof.
- A ticket to Havana.
- Return?
Just one-way.
- Be quiet.
Pull down your panties.
SEPTEMBER 23rd
Go.
Go now, they'll ruin me!
- I can come back when you like, sir.
- Good morning!
- Bye.
- Goodbye.
Basso!
Good morning.
Are you and Veronica free
next weekend?
A friend has invited me sailing,
but I get bored on my own!
I don't know, I'll find out
then let you know.
You're a sailor,
don't you miss the sea?
All right.
Basso!
Good morning.
Well, am I late?
Testing, one, two, three.
You know what Goethe said
before dying?
"More light."
Good evening.
Good evening, ladies.
The magazine "Noi"...
is set to become the nation's
favorite weekly,
especially for the nations' women.
I wanted the cover
of the first issue to be a mirror...
- Will they buy this magazine?
- Let's hope so.
Italians need to rekindle
their enthusiasm!
Look at yourselves in that mirror
and smile!
Yes, that's great!
Smile.
Times are hard, I know,
but if the "company of Italy"
was entrusted to a businessman
capable of successfully managing
his own enterprise...
He's brilliant, dammit!
In 5 years it could be great again!
Really great!
Congratulations!
Excuse me.
Raffaella Grandi, congratulations.
You're the new manager
of the Mainaghi group.
Who are you?
- What's going on?
- You've replaced Corbi.
You should've known that one day
the police would pay you a visit.
Now you're the new scapegoat.
I'm no such thing.
I've worked for Mainaghi
for twenty years
and he's never asked me
to do anything illegal.
Maybe because until now you've
not dealt with Zenit pharmaceuticals.
I don't know what you mean.
They distributed contaminated blood.
- You're sure you know nothing?
- Let me go!
You seem like a decent person.
You don't have to believe me,
check for yourself.
The plasma you used
for the blood products.
You can do it.
It won't cost you anything.
I blame it on Heather Parisi
and her first TV program.
That inspired me.
I used to steal my mum's shoes
and raise my leg like Parisi did.
You're good!
Know how Parisi got her first job?
By dancing on the desk
of one of Rai's managers.
As long as it's on the desk...
Listen, Veronica, you'll be presenting
a game show now.
But if you were to play a game, where
would you see yourself in five years?
Oh, God, in five years...
- How scary, I'll be thirty.
- There, you see?
- I officially hate you now!
- Sorry.
Don't worry,
that was Cuccarini's answer too.
They all pass through here,
before becoming famous.
Carlucci, Parietti, Simona Tagli...
I baptized them all.
- I know, I read all your interviews.
- Good girl.
So you'll know there's a question
you can't avoid.
Do you have a boyfriend?
No, I'm single.
"Berlusconi's going against the tide,
too much pessimism", front page.
"Italy, so many internal enemies.
Berlusconi accuses catastrophists,
along with businessmen,
who hide their mistakes,
while Fininvest's president
is optimistic about recovery."
- Did you see the cartoon?
- No.
It's brilliant, Amato is saying:
"If my painful maneuver fails,
I'm leaving.
Let's see if there's someone
optimistic enough
to bravely lead a government
that sheds no tears or blood."
And behind him you see Berlusconi,
with the Fininvest logo
and the caption: "Why not?"
Tears and blood for them,
optimism and smiles for us.
Optimism is good for business.
I'll leave you to work, goodbye.
- Why can't we be honest?
- Meaning?
Berlusconi wants to enter
the world of politics.
Berlusconi?
"TV Sorrisi e Canzoni" mentions
his wedding to Veronica Lario,
but there's a strange survey inside.
Here: "If Silvio Berlusconi
founded a national League
that proposed to run the country
in a better way,
more than one out of two Italians
would support him." It was 1990.
So Berlusconi's wanted to become
a politician since 1990?
Maybe he's not sure yet,
but he's thinking about it.
- He's attended conventions all year.
- That's normal.
It would be if he talked about
the product, instead of his country.
A country that's without a leader
and I'm paying you to find out
who the hell that will be.
I reckon it'll be Martinazzoli.
Forlani is ruined, Martinazzoli
will be the next party secretary.
Try to meet him.
But this time stay at home, Notte.
No more bloody nonsense.
And no more bloody whores.
We'll die as Christian Democrats.
You know what kept us going
in the Gulf War? Cocaine!
With a yacht like this,
you'll know about cocaine, right?
A friend of mine was intercepting
the Iraqis' calls in the Gulf.
One day he intercepted a call
between a Colombian and an Arab.
So he reported it.
He said that two days later
there'd be a cocaine deal.
You know what the commander said?
That my team had to go there
to steal the cocaine and the money.
He gave the order, then what?
We went there.
Everything went smoothly.
We disarmed them,
we were returning with the goods...
when a shot was fired from a window.
It was a hitman, or someone
on the lookout, fuck knows.
We returned fire immediately,
but Russo was already down.
He was one of us.
We took him back,
but he died soon after.
I'm sorry.
At the military tribunal we had to say
that it had been Russo's idea.
The commander forced us to,
we had no choice.
But at the hearing, I shamed him.
I said that he'd given the order.
That I didn't do that shit.
They made you pay for that.
Dishonorable discharge.
It was my word against that
of the others.
- You did the right thing, well done.
- The right thing?
He was kicked out,
his friend's family got nothing...
The right thing depends
on the situation.
No.
Our friend Bosco here
acted like a man.
Shit, I like your friend.
- What do you do?
- I'm a businessman.
Didn't Gaetano tell you?
I produce arms.
- Arms?
- Yes.
Excuse me... How's it going?
Well... Arnaldi, you don't need
to feel offended.
We've guzzled enough,
it's time to cut back now.
Don't worry, attorney,
soon it'll be harvest time.
Goodbye.
NLC Arms.
Shit!
The Defense Committee is meeting
to reduce military expenditure,
and funnily enough, your friend
Locetra would lose his arms contract.
What a coincidence.
You didn't know how to thank me
for helping Veronica, right?
Well now you do.
Goodbye.
- Come on, let's go!
- What's going on?
Let's go.
- Tell me what's happened.
- Do you trust me?
Yes.
Let's go.
They've created an awful tension.
Craxi visits the Brescia cemetery
where Moroni's body is laid out.
After paying homage to the coffin...
- I wasn't sure you'd come.
- Neither was I.
- What else do you want?
- Have you read it?
Have you? The last two words say:
"No culprits."
Those who caught HIV don't agree.
They're all cases from before 1985,
before HIV testing of plasma existed.
The tests for Hepatitis C
have only been around for three years.
Of course.
That's the official version.
Listen, I feel bad for those people,
but I can't help them.
- As you've nothing else to say...
- I'm one of those people.
I've got HIV.
I contracted it with blood from Zenit.
About a year ago.
All right.
I'll check.
- Sir, did you want to see me?
- Venturi!
Get me the Milan-Serravalle
highway files.
Wait, take these others down.
Who's going to meet Martelli,
you or all of us?
It's best you go alone,
I'm no good at secret meetings.
So you're meeting the minister, sir?
Maybe he'll give us Craxi
then take his place.
- Mum's the word, got it?
- Of course.
Call Fenati.
I don't know why we play along
with your farces.
Someone here is talking, believe me.
They're spying on us too.
So now, what do we say to Fenati?
Silvio, I wanted to ask you,
you're a successful man all round,
you're an inspirational speaker,
ever thought of being a politician?
No? Who shouted that?
I have certainly never dreamed of
working for any of the political
parties we know of, not ever.
But you might consider it,
maybe in the future...
Everyone should stick
with what they're good at.
Allow me to use alliteration,
I consider myself a do-er
so let me do the job I'm good at:
I'm a businessman.
You're a person who...
What's going on?
Why are you in Milan?
I'm doing a seminar.
- I thought you read leftist mags.
- It's my neighbor's.
Go to page 36.
Page 36, further ahead!
Shit!
"One hundred girls from
'Non è la Rai'.
Viola is 14, she likes shopping,
Kurt Cobain and guys with tattoos."
There's even a ballot to send off
with your favorite girl.
Why are you using this tone?
- Because it's your fault.
- My fault?
She spent six months with you
and I no longer recognize her.
Maybe it's you who raised her
surrounded by sadness.
Viola said
you never let her do anything.
But she was doing well at school,
she did fencing, read Dostoevsky.
Yesterday I found a note from
one of her male classmates that said:
"LUV U 2."
She's a minor, they have
to ask your permission, say no!
You know I'm not that kind of parent.
Viola shouldn't go on TV
because it's humiliating.
- Not because I say no.
- Of course, so?
- You caused this, you deal with it.
- Me?
I'm sorry, I don't have time.
At first I was considering a Porsche.
But a guy I know has one
and I don't want to be
the same as him.
Then... I was enlightened.
BMW 850.
A classic car,
with a fantastic engine, a V12,
5000 cc, 300 hp.
It's a comfortable, executive car
that races like a missile.
144 million liras.
Is your information worth it?
Our dear Minister of Justice
will have a secret meeting
with Di Pietro,
to screw over Craxi.
Well?
Is it a deal?
Other HIV sufferers contacted me,
they contracted it with transfusions.
They read the article and want to
send a petition to the authorities.
They said that Clean Hands
has restored their faith in justice.
- Will you go back to your job?
- It's unlikely.
Won't you tell me what happened?
I have to go, I'm interviewing
Moroni 's daughter, what a crappy job!
- Bye, Giuliani.
- Bye.
- Giuliani?
- Luca.
It's Raffaella Grandi, come to Zenit
tomorrow, I've got news.
Good morning.
I'm here to see Raffaella Grandi.
I found the files relating to
the purchase of the plasma.
I was told they didn't exist.
I pressed management for
information and they listened.
Management?
You wanted answers...
Leave us alone, please.
- You look surprised.
- This seems like an ambush.
Like the one you set for my brother?
By the way,
thanks for getting me fired.
What did you expect?
- Sit down.
- No, thanks, I'll stand.
What is it?
- Proof you understood jack shit.
- About you?
I already knew that.
You wanted an enemy...
shame you got the wrong person.
Lemures?
Who the hell are they?
The company who sold us the blood
and told us they'd checked it.
Read it, it's all written there.
Yes, it also says
the company's based in Barbados.
It's easy to blame them.
Maybe they don't even exist.
They do, we launched a lawsuit
against them three years ago.
This is the letter from their lawyers.
Do you see what happened, Luca?
My father started a lawsuit
against those who sold him the blood.
He didn't know that the blood
was contaminated, he was innocent.
You did all this for nothing.
You chose the wrong enemy, Luca.
Three months ago you were a stoner
now you look like Sally Spectra.
You become what you do.
It's your fault.
I've been blamed
for too many things recently.
Why? What else have you done?
My daughter.
After spending some time with me
she's become a TV showgirl.
- You have a daughter?
- Never mind.
Everything I touch turns to shit.
Are you calling me shit?
Metaphorically speaking.
Anyway, you've not touched me yet.
What are you doing?
Are you teasing me?
You saved me, Leo.
I spent my life waiting for
someone to save me
and help me understand
what I should do.
Maybe you see people's secret
potential and make it blossom.
Basically, you're a kind of fertilizer.
Now you're calling me shit!
- Hello?
- The Christian Democrats are ruined!
- Let's find new men.
- Where?
Northern League.
I don't know, they seem too uncouth
to govern Italy.
Notte, I sense you are about
to ask me something.
Can I arrange a meeting
with Formentini?
If you have time to waste...
Be quiet!
The CD has met to consider
the resignation request
made by secretary Forlani.
Up yours, Christian Democrats!
Go home, goddammit!
Do you miss your job?
There's a long list of things
that I miss...
You don't usually
feel sorry for yourself.
It's not every day that you realize
you've got it all wrong.
I just wanted to get revenge.
Now I don't even know who to blame.
Actually, I do know,
it's a company in Barbados!
There's nothing I can do about it.
The Italian justice system
doesn't allow you to investigate.
If there's nothing you can do,
don't beat yourself up about it.
The Jackie '0 club
will put up a sign saying:
"Northern League members not allowed."
Salvetti was the first to run
when the bouncers arrived!
To touch his ass, how gross!
Holy shit! How embarrassing!
I know him,
isn't he a Christian Democrat?
I saw him talking to you
the other day.
He lives in the flat above mine.
Well, yes!
I'm really happy
you're one of us now.
My instincts were right,
weren't they?
- Goodnight, Borto.
- Wait!
- Wait for what?
- Wait, what's the hurry?
We never see each other.
Yes, we do.
I know, but not like this,
just the two of us.
I know why you were
at the faggot beach that day.
I'm not dumb.
- Look, I don't...
- Don't worry, I won't tell anyone.
You like taking it up the ass?
That's your damn problem.
I've got other tastes.
Don't ever touch me again
or I'll hurt you.
Understood?
Yes.
- Are you fit to drive?
- Yes.
See you in Parliament tomorrow.
SEPTEMBER 29th
Mantua was a success, Of course.
But in a few months it's Milan,
then Rome, for the elections.
Northern League.
Who south of Florence would vote
for a party with that name?
We don't care about what's
south of Florence.
When it started out, Coca-Cola
was an anti-fatigue tonic.
It was sold at the chemist's.
By mistake someone added
sparkling, not still water to it.
The rest is history,
it just needed bubbles.
You're saying we should add
bubbles to the Northern League?
A bit of restyling could make
your niche product a mainstream one.
Mainstream?
You Berlusconi guys are all the same!
You know what they call you?
"The army of plastic men."
You're only good at selling.
But that's not what we need.
You need a leader.
Bossi is good, but he's only relevant
to a part of Italy.
Who do you propose? II Cavaliere?
He's from Lombardy like you,
but all Italians like him.
I'm going.
- I know the way out.
- Well, think about it!
About what?
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
Is it a bad time?
Well?
Did you think about that offer?
It's a no-go.
Locetra's arms suck.
The Northern League just wants
to cut military expenditure.
The Northern League!
I don't do this Christian Democrat
bullshit.
You've learnt to be a team member,
that's a shame.
For Veronica, I mean.
That girl is giving it her all...
This isn't about Veronica.
It's about me and you, Pietro.
You were a wreck,
I did you a favor
which boosted your morale.
You asked me what you could do
in return.
But obviously your moral doubts
only arise when it's your turn to help.
- What the hell are you saying?
- That I can make another call.
I seem to have forgotten my manners,
do forgive me.
Shall we call Balzamo in?
His name's been mentioned by
Zamorani, Rovelli,
but we'll need time to verify
the facts.
Let's call him in as a witness
and put some pressure on him.
Sir, Minister Martelli is on the phone.
I'll put him through.
Minister Martelli.
I'm sorry.
I have no idea
who spread that rumor.
What secret meeting?
Of course not!
All right.
So it's Venturi.
- You're leaving already?
- Today's not a good day.
What's up? Did the Beast bite you?
The Minister of Justice called,
he's furious.
With Di Pietro?
Someone leaked news about them
meeting in order to get rid of Craxi.
- Do they know who that was?
- No.
But the Minister
was enraged with him!
So this meeting never happened?
Of course not!
- Hi.
- I'm pleased that you came.
- Why are you here?
- I was in Rome for work.
Your mother is furious.
I've come to take you home.
I thought you'd be happy at least.
Didn't you say that studying
was of no use?
- I said it after I got my degree.
- In Philosophy.
- Yes.
- It's a miracle you've got a job.
Miracles don't happen.
What a drag, dad!
You've always preached about freedom!
Was that just your freedom?
Viola, you're not doing this stuff,
end of story.
Go and get changed.
Listen...
this "stuff", as you call it,
is what I've always loved.
I was just embarrassed to say it.
It's not your fault,
it's thanks to you.
I've realized I was born to do this.
I've always had it inside me,
but I just didn't see it.
You were born to be a TV showgirl?
Viola...
- Girls, we're on in 30 seconds.
- I have to go.
Wish me luck at least.
Viola, hurry up!
- Here I am, sorry.
- ls that your father?
Why the hell are you here?
- I'm looking for Venturi.
- So are we.
Did you know him well?
I thought so.
We've found lots of copies
of our documents here.
I just know he always needed money.
Shut that goddamn bird up, please!
How do I know you and Venturi
aren't working together?
You've fired me,
now you'll arrest me?
Come on, you shouldn't be here,
we're doing a search, go!
Go to headquarters tomorrow
and give Davigo a statement, okay?
- Gambling debts, right?
- So he said.
Venturi went undercover in Bologna
years ago, did you know?
No.
He's not lost the habit of playing
on several tables at the same time.
Shame, he was really nice.
And what were you playing at,
Pastore?
The stunt you pulled in Switzerland
could've landed us all in trouble.
If I'd got there a few hours earlier
it'd be a different story.
And if I'd listened to the CIA,
maybe they'd have taken me to Larini.
Didn't you hear?
American subjects
said they would be willing
to get him from the Bahamas
and bring him to us.
- A great trap, right?
- What if it were true?
You'd have Craxi by now.
We don't take short-cuts.
We are the law, remember that.
And we'll get Craxi all the same.
You know who Di Pietro is questioning
next door?
Vincenzo Balzamo.
Socialist Party treasurer.
We've come up with a theory
about his method.
The bank managers
take the kickbacks,
transfer the money
to the account holders
then give it to the Socialist Party,
without them knowing.
We don't have any proof,
but Balzamo doesn't know yet.
And he may decide to talk.
You can go, Pastore.
- Good day to you.
- Thanks.
Luca!
Bye, Giuliani.
L-Hi.
So the blood from Lemures...
are they to blame?
Yes.
- Does this company actually exist?
- I asked myself the same thing.
But evidently they do,
there's a lawsuit.
Well, so much for that.
My first big investigation
has come to a halt.
Shit, it's Balzamo! Bye.
I can't...
I can't talk!
It's confidential, I can't.
- Sir, please!
- Why isn't this lift working?
So that we can ask you
some questions.
The Socialist party's dying, Craxi
and Martelli are at war, and you?
Nonsense!
They're like husband and wife.
They're pretending.
Who are you?
I work for Di Pietro's team.
What do you need?
They have the same lawyer.
You know why?
They're just pretending to fight.
Zenit and Lemures are the same thing.
I've done some research too,
I have important news for you.
All right.
We're voting for the approval
of the NLC grenade order.
Who's in favor?
In favor: 13. Against: 11.
Approved.
- Good evening, Mr. Bosco?
- Yes.
Goodbye.
FOR YOUR FRIENDSHIP, NLC
You know what Formentini says?
That you're an army of plastic men.
An army? Cool.
Dell'Utri made us read
"The Art of War."
Really?
He gets everyone to read that!
- Shit.
- What?
Why look outside for new men?
The future is here.
NEXT TIME
You won't miss out on anything.
You give me the money
and I'll give you the proof.
- A ticket to Havana.
- Return?
Just one-way.